summary: y/n was a good girl, so sheâs being rewarded.. and punishedâŠ
warnings: smutâ, oral - fem receiving, fingering, swearing, teasing, edging, ruined orgasm, and undertones of dom!colby..
a/n: enjoy ;)
âColby pleaseâŠâ You sob, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth.
He had your hands constrained to the headboard with his belt, your body bare except for your lace bra that your breasts spilled out of, and his hands under your knees, pushing your thighs down to the bed. Your ass was halfway in the air and Colbyâs hot breath fanned your aching pussy, so close to spoiling you with his lavish tongue.
âPatience, sweet girl,â He says so softly, though his low baritone betrays his tender words. His voice alone makes your center pulse, throbbing for just his touch.
âI love watching your pussy weep for me.â He grins, eyeing you from between your legs. You whimper, rocking your hips as much as you could in his taut grip, attempting to lure him in.
Your nights usually wouldnât go like this.
You were bratty, something Colby loved to discipline you for, and youâd somehow find a way to cause trouble most days. Today, you had a few doctors appointments, just yearly checkups, and had gone out of your way to bring Colby some lunch to share after you were finished. He was unaware of your plans to visit, a nice surprise that made him warm with affection for you. So he promised to treat you tonight, though you didnât expect him to make you so impatient.
âColby..â You whine again, attempting to shut your thighs and evade his gaze of your swollen folds. He shook his head and roughly forced your legs back apart, clicking his tongue.
âNot so fast, princess.â He chuckles, his rough grip controlling your squirming.
âI need you right now.â You rasp, your eyes hooded and looking down at him with longing.
âWhere?â He falsely questions, his expression acting as if he doesnât have the faintest idea. Your cheeks grow red, bashful and unwanting of vocalizing where you want him.
âHere?â He lays a soft kiss on you upper thigh, grazing his teeth over the same spot and lapping his tongue over the small mark he left.
You just shake your head, hot and heady mewls of wanton escaping your closed lips.
âBaby, you have to tell me what you want or else I wonât know.â He pretends to act concerned, furrowing his brows and everything. You pause for a moment, taking a breath and mustering up a little confidence to override your embarrassment.
âI want you,â your cheeks grow redder, and even more so as you look him in the eyes with that stupid shit-eating grin on his face, âto, uhm, eat me out, ohâ Colby..!â As soon as you say it, he dives right in.
Your hips flex and your voice cracks when he rolls his tongue over your swollen and sensitive clit, warmed by his skilled touch. He hums with delight, his voice vibrating against your folds.
His languid strokes makes you writhe and sob with pleasure, you body buzzing and jolting each time he laps at your pearl. One of his hands trickle down from its grasp on you, and he plunges two fingers into your arousal-slicked center.
âFuck..â Your head lulls back against the pillow, your mouth open and jaw slacked as he continues his ministrations. Your orgasm approaches, so very fast and violently, threatening just to spill from the mere image of Colby before you. You sigh, your stomach tightening and that feeling overtaking you.
âNo not yet, baby.â He pulls away just as youâre about to topple over, sitting up on his haunches and wiping his glistening lips. Again, you clasp your thighs together, attempting to make it over the edge, but itâs not enough. If your hands werenât bound, youâd finish off yourself since heâs incapable.
âYouâre such an ass.â You huff, your chest heaving with heavy breaths. He raises an eyebrow at your curses, taking you by surprise when he responds with gliding his thumb in slow circles over your little bundle of nerves. Your lips form an âOâ and youâre right where you left off, shaking with an impending orgasm. He pulls away again, chuckling at your misery as you begin to weep.
âI was gonna let you cum good and hard, but,â he just barely taps your engorged and sensitive clit, making your orgasm peak, ruining the built up climax you were so desperate for.
âYou love to run your pretty little mouth.â He rasps, rolling his sleeves up his veiny forearms. You cry with agony, the feeling of being left unfinished washing over you as he stands up from the bed and looks at you, a mess of shivers and trembling desire.
overview: a fun and relaxing day at the beach turns into what could only be y/nâs best nightmare..
word count: 2.3k
warnings: swearing, tw: lightly dub/con, dirty talk, fingering & oral - fem receiving, meanie grayson, and orgasm denial..
a/n: havenât posted a fic in a minute, hope you like <3 this is kinda like a public part three, itâll be my three year tumblr anniversary soon!!
"Hot, hot, hot, hot, HOT!!" You shout, the pads of your feet burning from the heat of the sand. Towel, chair, sunscreen and book in hand, you hurry to the shoreline for some relief. Waddling into the water with a content sigh, you're breathless from how cool and nice it felt on your skin.
"I told you to at least wear flip flops." Grayson haughtily laughs, taking his time to walk across the sand. Kristina and Ethan followed behind him, caught up in their own conversations.
"As corny as it sounds, I do love the sand between my toes." You threw all your things up towards where Grayson was laying his towel, tossing your hat and cover up to the side as well.
You wade further into the water, impatient for the others to join. It had been a minute since you last swam in the ocean, and when Kris had invited you to comeâ you couldn't pass!
Kris had warned that the twins were coming too, and that they'd be rowdy. You'd met them plenty times before and had become pretty acquainted with the two. They made you laugh till your stomach hurt and your cheeks were sore from smiling on a number of occasions. More so, they were good conversationalists, you four would talk for hours and hours about life and inner conflicts. And don't get any of them started on anything debatable.
It wouldn't end well..
You were excited to spend a little more time with them. Lately, you've found yourself pretty busy with work and traveling, as well as visiting your parents upstate. A fun day at the beach would help relax you and get caught up with friends.
"Get in!" You holler for Kris, the boys trekking back to the car for their surfboards. She listens, taking off her shoes and untying her cute little sarong. She splashes into the water and tackles you, sinking both of you below the water and eliciting a fit of laughter. The two of you wrap your arms and legs around each other, somehow still able to float.
"Missed you." Kris squeezes, pressing a wet smooch to your cheek with a chuckle. You laugh and return the gesture, planting a raspberry instead.
"I missed you too. What has it been? Two months?" You question as you untangle your limbs from each other and begin to swim back.
"Seems like much more than that." She splashes you with some water before making it to the dry sand, following you towards your mess of things you threw. You pick up your towel and shake the sand off before laying it flat on the ground. You set up the small chair beside it and pull your sun hat back over your head, grabbing your book and flopping into the chair. By then, the boys make it back arguing about something with the huge surfboards in hand and their shirts gone. They run into the water and begin to paddle out, eager to catch a wave before one anotherâ because everything is a competition.
You and Kris dive into deep conversation, filling each other in on events from the past month and whatever news needed to be discussed. You both even talked about the books you were reading, recommending and talking about the much needed drama from some of the ones you both had read. The boys were making a ruckus, mainly Grayson whining cause Ethan rode the first wave. You watch with smile.
It's hard not to when they're so comical.
You view Grayson as he readies for an incoming wave. He lays flat on his stomach, paddling until it arrives and he hoists himself to standing on the board, balancing with such ease. With the swarming ocean around him and the bright sun shining, it's hard not to notice the perfection that is him. His hair, his eyes, bodyâlittered with glorious tattoos, and that grin. He was such a bright soul, his humor contagious.
You bite the inside of your cheek, hesitant of the small blush that invades your cheeks unannounced. You didn't want to admit what you or your body thought of Grayson. He was just a sweet friend you saw from time to time, and the brother of your best friend's soul mate. That was it.
The twins continued their mischief and fun while you and Kris were busied with your books, consumed by the world you were painting from words on a page. For the last hour, you had done nothing but read and flipped pages, basking in the sunlight. Grayson had come back up to where you and Kris were occupied and laid out a towel next to you. He just laid there and tanned, probably fast asleep if you knew any better.
And even just being in the ocean, he still smelled delightful. You couldn't get enough of his scent, it was so encapsulating. It made your reading hard to focus on, especially when certain chapters and parts had your thighs clenching together and your face flushed with wanton.
"What're you reading?" You were a little over halfway with your book, feet kicked up and crossed atop the sand, sunscreen lathered thick and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when Grayson interrupted with his question. His abruptness frightened you for a moment as he stood up from laying.
"Nothing." You shut your book fast and on the opposite side so he couldn't read the title.
"Doesn't look like nothing," He crouches next to you, reaching for the book in your hand. You move it so he can't reach, pushing his wandering arm away with your free hand. "Or is it one of those books..?"
"I don't know what you're referring to." You furrow your brows and give him a look. He takes that as an opportunity to snatch your book away and runâlike an asshole, in your opinion.
"Give it back, you're gonna lose my page!" You catch up and jump to grab the book back, but he's so much taller.
"Haunting Adeline, huh? Is it like a horror book or something?" He flips open the book to a page while you're trying to crawl up him and steal it back.
"To an extent," You finally opt for giving him a harsh shove, though of course he doesn't budge. "It's a very dark book, and I don't think your little heart could understand it."
"Is that a challenge?" He quirks an eyebrow.
"Absolutely not." You cross your arms, a stern expression on your face. You look around for backup from Kris, but they must've left for a swim. Now you have to deal with Grayson and his stupid pestering all by yourself.
"Oh I think it is." He looks to be reading the back of it now, intrigued by the synopsis.
"Even if it was, you wouldn't make it through the first couple chapters." You threaten, trying your hardest not to envision Grayson being the main male character from the book, that would be absurd...
"Now I have to read it." He opens it to the first page, beginning to read it aloud.
"Stop, shh!" You reach for the book and to cover his mouth, mortified if someone along the beach heard the words spew from his mouth.
"I'll stop if let me teach you how to surf." He says through your fingers that are still over his lips.
"Surf?! I can't balance like that." You pull your hand back to find him wearing one of those signature smirks he likes, the book now hidden behind his back.
"Do I have any other options?" You look at him helpless and a little anxious, upset by his offering.
"Nope. Learn how to surf or I read your cute little book to this whole beach." Now he's grinning, somehow pleased with himself on this one.
"This is blackmail." You slump, walking in defeat to drop your hat and coverup on your towel. His gaze lingers on you as he sets your book down and retrieves his board making his way back out to the water and you following lazily in suit.
The water seems cooler now that the sun is getting closer to the horizon. Grayson swims out just enough for your shoulders to still be above water and he hands you the board.
"Hold on ," He dives under the water and scares you when he grabs your ankle and straps the cord attached to the surf board around it. He pops back up and splashes water on you, earning an unenthused groan from you.
"A heads up next time before you start grabbing me would be appreciated." You huff.
"Thought you liked reading about that non consensual shit." He says so nonchalantly before taking hold of the board too.
You pause.
"âWhat?" Your entire body stiffens, taken again by surprise.
"Get up on the board, princess." His whole demeanor had changed, much more course and assertiveâ and it made your head spin in circles and buzz.
"Graysâ" He doesn't let you finish before he grips his hands around your hips, grounding his cock against your ass roughly. You gasp, placing your hands over his.
"Am I not speaking clearly, Y/N?" He waits a moment before doing it again, and this time you whimper breathlessly in reply. He turns you around, making you lay your back on the board and hold his darkened stare.
"N-noâ yes," You mumble, your breathing becoming heavy as he starts to lead one of his hands away from your hip. "What're you doâ Oh."
He traipses his thumb lightly across your clothed clit, drawing a subtle moan from your lips and he rocks against you again. Even clothed, his cock feels just so perfect and thick against your core. You can't help but flutter your eyelids closed and release a heavenly sigh, though this feels so wrong and unprompted.
"Is this what I have to do to get you to fucking sing for me?" He pulls the strings of you bikini bottoms, making your eyes widen with realization.
"Waitâ I-" He stuffs the soaked fabric in your mouth and you wince, overcome with the saltiness and hyperaware of your surroundings. You could see Ethan and Kris up on the shore, luckily in deep conversation and their attention unwavering to a certain distraction in the sea. There's other people, but they're further down the coastâ far enough away they canât hear Grayson handling you so nicely..
You fight the mewls of pleasure that vibrate through the cloth as he continues his strumming. Heâs like a musician, they way he has you breathing and wrapping your legs around him, playing you so effortlessly.
âDâyou know how many times I watched you cross and uncross your little thighs earlier?â He says so softly, watching as you arch your back to his strokes. âWhen I was close enough to make you feel better. All you had to do was ask, princess.â It feels as if heâs reprimanding you with such a sweet reward that has your hips moving in time with his caress and your head thrown back with overwhelming rapture.
He pauses for a moment to push you to sit upon the board, giving you only a moments rest before spreading your shaky legs to take you with his tongue. You sob with delight, holding for dear life to the board.
âBut,â His voice thrums through your pussy and you canât help but almost tip over the edge of your suffocating orgasm. âYouâd rather me fuck you without permission.â He swirls his tongue in a way that has you chanting his name and nodding your head, completely dismantled by his touch. You didnât care if anyone could hear or see you being swept away by Grayson so smoothly.
You ran one of your hands through his wet hair, so close to the brink of climax. âAlmost..â You said through your trembling lips, aching for the release only he could bring. He suckled just perfectly your little swollen bundle of nerves that had you just about to unravel.
âFuck,â He grumbles, before pulling away and flipping the board enough for you to fall into the water without warning. You couldâve cried when you resurfaced and took the wad of clothing from your mouth. You thought about demanding Grayson to finish what he started, but you followed his stare to see a concerned Ethan and Kristina making their way towards you guys.
Frantic, you tie your bikini bottoms back on, Graysonâs smirk making another appearance as if he had done something to boast about.
Youâd boast about it..
âDonât you say a word, princess.â He replaces his hands around your hips, untying what youâve just done with the bikini strings and you scoff, retying them again. He grabs one of your hands and leads them to his groin, forcing you to feel his arousal through his swimming trunks.
âFeel what youâve done to me, Y/N? What Iâve had to deal with most of today.â Your body shivers under his words, pleading for him to touch you again.
âIâ Fuck, Grayson.â You whimper softly before the couple joins you.
âYou guys okay?â Kris questions, seeming oblivious like Ethan.
âYeah, just fucking starving.â Grayson says so easily, putting your thoughts in shambles as a way you know how to fix his hunger..
âMe too, letâs hit the road.â Ethan agrees, already swimming back to the shore. Kris follows and youâre left alone with Grayson yet again.
âWeâll reconcile later, shall we?â He perks an eyebrow before swiping his thumb right across your core, and you whine for more. He lets you go, beginning the trek back to the shore as well.
âStop teasing. I was almost there, asshole.â You groan, almost brave enough to finish the job yourself, but you were sure you wouldnât want to see what Grayson would do to you if you had.
âI know, but Iâd rather see you cum all over my cock, princess..â
itâs my three year anniversary on tumblr yâall!!! đŸ
i posted my first little fic on here in 2020, and here we are!! i love each and every one of you thatâs been along for the ride <3 itâs been so much fun being on here and interacting (no matter how inactive i may be..) with you all and iâll continue for more years to come!
iâm reblogging this post cause i think iâd consider it a public part three (and thatâs tradition)! so enjoy and thanks for being here đđ
overview: a fun and relaxing day at the beach turns into what could only be y/nâs best nightmare..
word count: 2.3k
warnings: swearing, tw: lightly dub/con, dirty talk, fingering & oral - fem receiving, meanie grayson, and orgasm denial..
a/n: havenât posted a fic in a minute, hope you like <3 this is kinda like a public part three, itâll be my three year tumblr anniversary soon!!
"Hot, hot, hot, hot, HOT!!" You shout, the pads of your feet burning from the heat of the sand. Towel, chair, sunscreen and book in hand, you hurry to the shoreline for some relief. Waddling into the water with a content sigh, you're breathless from how cool and nice it felt on your skin.
"I told you to at least wear flip flops." Grayson haughtily laughs, taking his time to walk across the sand. Kristina and Ethan followed behind him, caught up in their own conversations.
"As corny as it sounds, I do love the sand between my toes." You threw all your things up towards where Grayson was laying his towel, tossing your hat and cover up to the side as well.
You wade further into the water, impatient for the others to join. It had been a minute since you last swam in the ocean, and when Kris had invited you to comeâ you couldn't pass!
Kris had warned that the twins were coming too, and that they'd be rowdy. You'd met them plenty times before and had become pretty acquainted with the two. They made you laugh till your stomach hurt and your cheeks were sore from smiling on a number of occasions. More so, they were good conversationalists, you four would talk for hours and hours about life and inner conflicts. And don't get any of them started on anything debatable.
It wouldn't end well..
You were excited to spend a little more time with them. Lately, you've found yourself pretty busy with work and traveling, as well as visiting your parents upstate. A fun day at the beach would help relax you and get caught up with friends.
"Get in!" You holler for Kris, the boys trekking back to the car for their surfboards. She listens, taking off her shoes and untying her cute little sarong. She splashes into the water and tackles you, sinking both of you below the water and eliciting a fit of laughter. The two of you wrap your arms and legs around each other, somehow still able to float.
"Missed you." Kris squeezes, pressing a wet smooch to your cheek with a chuckle. You laugh and return the gesture, planting a raspberry instead.
"I missed you too. What has it been? Two months?" You question as you untangle your limbs from each other and begin to swim back.
"Seems like much more than that." She splashes you with some water before making it to the dry sand, following you towards your mess of things you threw. You pick up your towel and shake the sand off before laying it flat on the ground. You set up the small chair beside it and pull your sun hat back over your head, grabbing your book and flopping into the chair. By then, the boys make it back arguing about something with the huge surfboards in hand and their shirts gone. They run into the water and begin to paddle out, eager to catch a wave before one anotherâ because everything is a competition.
You and Kris dive into deep conversation, filling each other in on events from the past month and whatever news needed to be discussed. You both even talked about the books you were reading, recommending and talking about the much needed drama from some of the ones you both had read. The boys were making a ruckus, mainly Grayson whining cause Ethan rode the first wave. You watch with smile.
It's hard not to when they're so comical.
You view Grayson as he readies for an incoming wave. He lays flat on his stomach, paddling until it arrives and he hoists himself to standing on the board, balancing with such ease. With the swarming ocean around him and the bright sun shining, it's hard not to notice the perfection that is him. His hair, his eyes, bodyâlittered with glorious tattoos, and that grin. He was such a bright soul, his humor contagious.
You bite the inside of your cheek, hesitant of the small blush that invades your cheeks unannounced. You didn't want to admit what you or your body thought of Grayson. He was just a sweet friend you saw from time to time, and the brother of your best friend's soul mate. That was it.
The twins continued their mischief and fun while you and Kris were busied with your books, consumed by the world you were painting from words on a page. For the last hour, you had done nothing but read and flipped pages, basking in the sunlight. Grayson had come back up to where you and Kris were occupied and laid out a towel next to you. He just laid there and tanned, probably fast asleep if you knew any better.
And even just being in the ocean, he still smelled delightful. You couldn't get enough of his scent, it was so encapsulating. It made your reading hard to focus on, especially when certain chapters and parts had your thighs clenching together and your face flushed with wanton.
"What're you reading?" You were a little over halfway with your book, feet kicked up and crossed atop the sand, sunscreen lathered thick and your teeth sunk into your bottom lip when Grayson interrupted with his question. His abruptness frightened you for a moment as he stood up from laying.
"Nothing." You shut your book fast and on the opposite side so he couldn't read the title.
"Doesn't look like nothing," He crouches next to you, reaching for the book in your hand. You move it so he can't reach, pushing his wandering arm away with your free hand. "Or is it one of those books..?"
"I don't know what you're referring to." You furrow your brows and give him a look. He takes that as an opportunity to snatch your book away and runâlike an asshole, in your opinion.
"Give it back, you're gonna lose my page!" You catch up and jump to grab the book back, but he's so much taller.
"Haunting Adeline, huh? Is it like a horror book or something?" He flips open the book to a page while you're trying to crawl up him and steal it back.
"To an extent," You finally opt for giving him a harsh shove, though of course he doesn't budge. "It's a very dark book, and I don't think your little heart could understand it."
"Is that a challenge?" He quirks an eyebrow.
"Absolutely not." You cross your arms, a stern expression on your face. You look around for backup from Kris, but they must've left for a swim. Now you have to deal with Grayson and his stupid pestering all by yourself.
"Oh I think it is." He looks to be reading the back of it now, intrigued by the synopsis.
"Even if it was, you wouldn't make it through the first couple chapters." You threaten, trying your hardest not to envision Grayson being the main male character from the book, that would be absurd...
"Now I have to read it." He opens it to the first page, beginning to read it aloud.
"Stop, shh!" You reach for the book and to cover his mouth, mortified if someone along the beach heard the words spew from his mouth.
"I'll stop if let me teach you how to surf." He says through your fingers that are still over his lips.
"Surf?! I can't balance like that." You pull your hand back to find him wearing one of those signature smirks he likes, the book now hidden behind his back.
"Do I have any other options?" You look at him helpless and a little anxious, upset by his offering.
"Nope. Learn how to surf or I read your cute little book to this whole beach." Now he's grinning, somehow pleased with himself on this one.
"This is blackmail." You slump, walking in defeat to drop your hat and coverup on your towel. His gaze lingers on you as he sets your book down and retrieves his board making his way back out to the water and you following lazily in suit.
The water seems cooler now that the sun is getting closer to the horizon. Grayson swims out just enough for your shoulders to still be above water and he hands you the board.
"Hold on ," He dives under the water and scares you when he grabs your ankle and straps the cord attached to the surf board around it. He pops back up and splashes water on you, earning an unenthused groan from you.
"A heads up next time before you start grabbing me would be appreciated." You huff.
"Thought you liked reading about that non consensual shit." He says so nonchalantly before taking hold of the board too.
You pause.
"âWhat?" Your entire body stiffens, taken again by surprise.
"Get up on the board, princess." His whole demeanor had changed, much more course and assertiveâ and it made your head spin in circles and buzz.
"Graysâ" He doesn't let you finish before he grips his hands around your hips, grounding his cock against your ass roughly. You gasp, placing your hands over his.
"Am I not speaking clearly, Y/N?" He waits a moment before doing it again, and this time you whimper breathlessly in reply. He turns you around, making you lay your back on the board and hold his darkened stare.
"N-noâ yes," You mumble, your breathing becoming heavy as he starts to lead one of his hands away from your hip. "What're you doâ Oh."
He traipses his thumb lightly across your clothed clit, drawing a subtle moan from your lips and he rocks against you again. Even clothed, his cock feels just so perfect and thick against your core. You can't help but flutter your eyelids closed and release a heavenly sigh, though this feels so wrong and unprompted.
"Is this what I have to do to get you to fucking sing for me?" He pulls the strings of you bikini bottoms, making your eyes widen with realization.
"Waitâ I-" He stuffs the soaked fabric in your mouth and you wince, overcome with the saltiness and hyperaware of your surroundings. You could see Ethan and Kris up on the shore, luckily in deep conversation and their attention unwavering to a certain distraction in the sea. There's other people, but they're further down the coastâ far enough away they canât hear Grayson handling you so nicely..
You fight the mewls of pleasure that vibrate through the cloth as he continues his strumming. Heâs like a musician, they way he has you breathing and wrapping your legs around him, playing you so effortlessly.
âDâyou know how many times I watched you cross and uncross your little thighs earlier?â He says so softly, watching as you arch your back to his strokes. âWhen I was close enough to make you feel better. All you had to do was ask, princess.â It feels as if heâs reprimanding you with such a sweet reward that has your hips moving in time with his caress and your head thrown back with overwhelming rapture.
He pauses for a moment to push you to sit upon the board, giving you only a moments rest before spreading your shaky legs to take you with his tongue. You sob with delight, holding for dear life to the board.
âBut,â His voice thrums through your pussy and you canât help but almost tip over the edge of your suffocating orgasm. âYouâd rather me fuck you without permission.â He swirls his tongue in a way that has you chanting his name and nodding your head, completely dismantled by his touch. You didnât care if anyone could hear or see you being swept away by Grayson so smoothly.
You ran one of your hands through his wet hair, so close to the brink of climax. âAlmost..â You said through your trembling lips, aching for the release only he could bring. He suckled just perfectly your little swollen bundle of nerves that had you just about to unravel.
âFuck,â He grumbles, before pulling away and flipping the board enough for you to fall into the water without warning. You couldâve cried when you resurfaced and took the wad of clothing from your mouth. You thought about demanding Grayson to finish what he started, but you followed his stare to see a concerned Ethan and Kristina making their way towards you guys.
Frantic, you tie your bikini bottoms back on, Graysonâs smirk making another appearance as if he had done something to boast about.
Youâd boast about it..
âDonât you say a word, princess.â He replaces his hands around your hips, untying what youâve just done with the bikini strings and you scoff, retying them again. He grabs one of your hands and leads them to his groin, forcing you to feel his arousal through his swimming trunks.
âFeel what youâve done to me, Y/N? What Iâve had to deal with most of today.â Your body shivers under his words, pleading for him to touch you again.
âIâ Fuck, Grayson.â You whimper softly before the couple joins you.
âYou guys okay?â Kris questions, seeming oblivious like Ethan.
âYeah, just fucking starving.â Grayson says so easily, putting your thoughts in shambles as a way you know how to fix his hunger..
âMe too, letâs hit the road.â Ethan agrees, already swimming back to the shore. Kris follows and youâre left alone with Grayson yet again.
âWeâll reconcile later, shall we?â He perks an eyebrow before swiping his thumb right across your core, and you whine for more. He lets you go, beginning the trek back to the shore as well.
âStop teasing. I was almost there, asshole.â You groan, almost brave enough to finish the job yourself, but you were sure you wouldnât want to see what Grayson would do to you if you had.
âI know, but Iâd rather see you cum all over my cock, princess..â
summary: when y/n feels as though grayson isnât giving her the attention she deserves, she simply taunts him into her own little trap of lustful passion...
warnings: swearing, choking, fem masturbaution, oral - fem receiving, maledom, smut, and big scary grayson <3
word count: 2.2k
a/n: well.. here you go my darlingsâŠ
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"But Graysonnn, I need you..." She drug his name out symphonically, slipping her hands against his tilted backside. His striking stature was settled in a tall, swiveling chair, his hands attached to a keyboard as his fingers sprawled across it, monotonously clacking at the keys without interruption.
"Not now, princess." His baritone rang loudly in her ears, echoing against the large room's solemn walls. Impatient, Y/N achingly presses her chest to where her hands were placed prior, kneading her fingers into his shoulders where stressed tension had built up.
"It'll only take half an hour.." She pleads, lowering her hands upon his abdomen, inching slowly towards her desired destination, if only he wouldn't be so damned stubborn.
"Y/N, I said later." He drew his hands from the keyboard, promptly grabbing her wrists and forcing them away from his alluring body.
"Workaholic." She blew a dramatic huff from her lips, withdrawing herself from around him entirely. Grayson didn't object nor deny her wrongful accusation, only the faint sucking of his teeth worked its way through the echoing silence of the room, all until his fingers went back to their job; hitting non-alphabetically organized blocks of letters.
"It's hardly even work, my love." His voice danced between a mixture of a broken French twang and a certain apologetic tone that scarcely resembled an excuse for his sudden "misbehavior" in gratifying his women's bodily needs.
He didn't receive a response from the one and only Y/N herself, whose attitude of grief and despair lead her onto a different task, perhaps involving busying herself with a swim in the pool, instead of bothering Grayson with her selfish desires.
"I'll be in the backyard if you need me, Gray." She said in departure, leaving his office after an absentminded nod was returned from Grayson.
She did just as she said she would, after changing into proper swimming attire and collecting a bottle of sunscreen and tanning oil. She was laid out on one of the many poolside chairs, basking in the sunshine with a frown.
She still had that dull ache within her core...
And it felt as though it would never go away. She couldn't help the fantasies that would creep into her mind, on any given occasion, and stay on repeat until her ends were met and she was spoiled with the wonders of his languid tongue.
It was a curse, and a dream in itself.
She knew he was very busy, especially with how well his company was doing, but she was selfish of him. His hands should be upon her, not the stupid computer he had been tacking at since dawn. And his voice in her ear, his lips softly grazing her neck whilst his nimble fingers glide against her skin and dip into her soaked folds.
It's all too much to handle without his care, therefore a mischievous plan was planted in her mind, an evil smirk invading her devilish lips.
She went to grab her phone, opening it right to her messages with him, nothing too absurd, and she began her marvelous mission..
grayyyy
come out here, i need you!
you know i really need to finish this up
it'll only be a couple more hours
be patient
please?
no, y/n
She huffed, blowing a piece of hair from her face as she did so.
then check the cameras
With a giggle, she shot right out of her seat and began to untangle the strings of her bikini, her dazzled eyes settled on the outside camera that they had installed for safety precautions. First to go was the top half of her suit, the side strings undone, following the one on the nape of her neck until her chest was bare and open to his eyes only, the flimsy piece of clothing tossed to the ground. Next was her bottoms. Slow and deliberate, she let the material slide down her legs and pool at her feet.
Dings! rang from her phone beside her, but she only laughed. Without even a glimpse of his face, she knew he was furious. And that's exactly what she wanted.
Soon enough, her hand was wrapped around the darkened tanning oil and she let it drip onto her stomach, watching it slip slowly down her thighs and legs, adding a nice gleam to her skin that surely Grayson would be able to comprehend through his computer screen. She lathered the substance all around her body, taking a look towards the only window of his office, and a sharp gasp emitted from her throat.
There he was, anchored to the window with his hand under his chin and a deathly expression written across his face. He began to click his tongue, as if to scold her for her mischief and halt her needing actions.
"What do you think you're doing, sweetheart?" He seemed amused, in a begrudging way, but still enamored with the sight of her and the lengths she'd go just to gain his attention.
"Tanning.." She turned the bottle for his eyes to see the label, a sloppy grin replacing the previous smirk she had. With a scoff, he pulled his torso and head out from the window and closed it with a loud, shuttering click that made Y/N's stomach drop.
For a moment she thought of hiding, fleeing the scene. She knew she'd be in terrible trouble, but the anticipation grew every second she had to wait for his appearance, and it was unbearably exciting.
Soon enough the back door flew open and out came an angry bear of a man, standing tall with his arms crossed and his lips in a straight line, a scolding look in his eyes that made Y/N want to crawl in bed and cry.
He stuck his large index finger out, motioning for her to come hither. But Y/N didn't move an inch in his direction, instead she flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned her back to him, walking along the pool. After sticking a toe in the water, she figured it was too cold for her liking and decided to retire back to the original chair she was first sat in.
Grayson was still in his stance, though his glare softened and began to roam her body that he claimed his own. Y/N noticed, exposing her chest a bit more and widening her legs for him to see all of her.
"It's too bad you're all the way over there, baby." She said within an exasperated sigh, pouting her lips whilst she travels a single finger down her body, enticing him.
"It's so lonely all by myself, and no one to.. play with.." Y/N sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and softly moaned once the pad of her finger reached her swollen clit, circling the most sensitive part of her womanhood. Her other hand engulfed one of her perky nipples, squeezing it tight enough to feel the tingly sensation that made her hips buck and her lips mewl curses of pleasure.
He watched as her thighs began to tremble, her eyes closing shut and hot breaths exiting her mouth once she dipped a single finger between her folds. Unwanted jealousy bubbled at his insides, a thick load of bile entering his throat the longer he observed.
"Does that feel good, kitten?" He asked with sincerity, taking a few steps closer to her. "Better than how Daddy touches you?" Now his shadow covered her and she opened her eyes, shaking her head vigorously.
She kept quiet though, too preoccupied to give him an actual answer as she slips a second finger into her puckering hole. She wanted to indulge in the feeling of her own self-provoked pleasure, and she would have if not for the unexpected pressure that caressed her neck with such force, an all too familiar feeling of his meaty hand wrapped around her throat.
"Use your words, princess." His beading eyes frightened her, something she hadn't seen very often. If at all.
"N-No, Daddy," It came out as a whisper. "You do it so so much b-better!" She threw her head back and let a breathless scream escape her lips, relishing in the ecstasy that soon would bring her that climax she couldn't wait to soak in.
Grayson, enthralled with the tremors and quivers that spread throughout her, lead a hand to delicately envelop her smooth breast, running his thumb over the hard nub repeatedly. Y/N felt herself drawing to an end, a coil squeezing in her abdomen, ready to snap at any given moment.
"You're so close, aren't you baby?" She giggled, signaling a yes to his answer. Words weren't formidable, and she couldn't hardly speak anyway when her airways were blocked by the seductive chokehold her lover had around her. Knowingly, he let his fingers travel from her breast and along down until his fingertips came in contact with the pulsating nub of hers that needed plenty of attention too.
"You can do it baby, cum for Daddy. Show me what a naughty girl you are." He tugged at her clit, rolling it between his warm tips and bringing her to her orgasm with just his mere touch. Her hips buzzed as she came all over the patio furniture, releasing a heavy moan and suffocating in her desires.
Grayson maneuvered his body towards her, settling between her legs and delving his tongue unto her sensitive folds. Y/N hiccuped, reaching her hands forward to run through his thick hair.
"Just like that.." Her face was red with heat and sweat began to dribble from her hairline, her composure yet to subside from her previous climax as Grayson furthered her into another one.
She could feel his warm, thick, and hot muscle stretching her heart-shaped folds, lathering and soaking up her juices as he did so. He even led his thumb back over her bud, creating quick circular motions that made her abdomen convulse with sudden rapture. He groaned against her pussy, sending vibrations through her core and she shuttered as a second orgasm dared spill.
Before it could, Grayson had his head pulled back and he stood before her, his chest rising and falling rapidly just as her own did too. She whined, tears coming to her eyes as her overstimulated-self fell apart with no ruin.
"Not just yet, princess, need you to take daddy's cock." He unzipped his pants preceding his words, shuffling them down and around his ankles, his shirt being discarded too. There he stood in all his glory, his erection straining promptly against his waistband. Y/N dared to sit up and tug at it, but Grayson already had his finger looped around the fabric and forcing them down before she could sit up properly. She hardly even blinked when she felt his large hands attach to her waist and flip her onto her knees, an excited scream breaking the vast silence.
He grasped the skin of her ass, laying a few harsh slaps against it before, without warning, slipping his cock into her tiny hole. She fell forward slightly, due to the roughness, and she felt her eyes brink with tears yet again as the arousing pain of him stretching her walls withheld her. Grayson fisted her hair, pulling her head to the side for him to see her disheveled appearance.
âDonât you fuckinâ cry, princess. This is what you begged and begged for.â He slammed himself rough against her, his cock breaching her cervix and empty whines flowing through her mouth and loud grunts shamelessly falling from his lips.
âLook at you, already fucked out and taking daddy so well.â He continued to plunge right into her, never slowing his place as she fell apart, her knees feigning to give out and her body willing to crumble beneath him. What once was painful became pleasure, and even that became a total blur.
âI feel you in my-my stomach!â Y/N yelped as she felt him brush against the spot she craved the most. Once again, she felt herself on the brink of a climax, hungry for release. His thrusts no longer were rapid, but rather sloppy as he began to come apart.
âGrayson, F-Fuck!â She felt the knot in her stomach tighten and released atop his thick member, low and soft moans emptying into the air as he continued to ride himself out. Y/N could hardly breathe, her legs diminishing from beneath as she became incapable of holding herself up any longer.
âCâmon baby, almost there.â He threw his head back, his abdomen clenching and his face twisting into a heavenly euphoria. He felt himself twitch inside her, his hot, and thick cum seeping from his bulging red tip with the lack of a warning. Vehemently, he cursed and moaned, laying his frontside upon her in exhaustion.
The two were sprawled against each other, breathless as their bodies regained their composure after such exertion. Y/N smiled mischievously below him, full well amused with herself for taunting him into her little trap.
âHappy now?â He asked against her ear with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her. She nodded in his embrace, planting small kisses across his arms in happy fulfillment.
King of pride was good for me. I didnât like that there wasnât much conflict though
i love the characters and kai & isaâs banter, but i agree that there should be more to it. iâm not the biggest fan of the way ana huang writes, but this one was good
y/n putting on a random cowboy hat at a rodeo she randomly got invited to. basically the rule is you wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. grayson is the cowboy đ
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan
; ugh, just thinking of grayson as hot cowboy really gets me goinggggg⊠like come on đ€€
Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy :
âLook at ââem go!â You and a bunch of your girlfriends squeal and holler as your favorite rider busts out of the cage on a wild bull. The man, whose face was covered with a red bandana and a cowboy hat shadowing his eyes, had a hand in the air for balance and the other tightly gripping the leather saddle tied around the bull.
The rider, whose name you thought was Grayson, stayed put on the bucking animal, making the whole crowd roar with exhilaration about his time.
You were new to the scene, this being your first rodeo, but you were enjoying yourself. You were buzzed after a couple âcountry beersâ and pumped up with all the buzzing excitement around the arena.
The rider was beginning to lose balance, and everyone began to chant his name. He held tight until his saddle loosened and he jumped off before heâd get any injury.
The crowd bellowed again, obviously stunned at his great time on the bull. He ran to the nearest fence and climbed, conveniently right in front of all you girls
âHey.â He winked and everyone squealedâ even you cracked a smile. He tore his bandana from covering his face and you sighed, engrossed by his heavenly features. His gaze eventually landed on you after eyeing the large crowd of dumbstruck girls, and it stayed.
He tipped his hat at you, which earned him a wink in return and he chuckled.
âWhatâs your name, sweetheart?â He took his hat entirely off and held it at his heart, only hanging onto the fencing with one hand.
âY/N. Whatâs your rideâs name?â You crooked an eyebrow to the bull that continued to buck and writhe against the helpers trying to get him back into his cage.
âPeaches.â He grinned, looking back over towards the cattle, a lasso wrapped around its body now, being guided towards an exit. He tosses his hat to you and jumps from the ledge and back onto the dirt, blowing an arrogant kiss goodbye.
âIâm sure he bucks a lot better than you!â Out of nowhere, you hear your voice remark as you sink the cowboy hat onto your head with a challenging grin.
The man stops in his tracks to turn and look at you with feigned offense, a smirk growing in his lips.
âIâd hope to prove you wrong.â He shouts before hustling out of the open field and into the safety of the pit.
You laugh, along with the other girls who turned to you and began to gossip about the blue jean, white muscle shirt, southern looking handsome who seemed to have a knack for flirting.
You watched him a bit for the rest of the night. He cheered on his mates and was hootinâ and hollering for each of the riders that went up and gave a show. He was pretty charming, near and far, though you never thought youâd be attracted to a farmboy.
You cheered and howled until the night came to a close and you and your friends began to exit the fun. The hat was still planted on your head and the girls around you continue to gawk about what had happened.
âExcuse me, miss.â You stopped at the familiarity of that southern twang and turned around with sheepish grin, half embarrassed by your little remark from earlier.
You didnât think youâd have to see him again.
âYes, sir?â Your friends kept moving, giggling and whispering while you stood there alone, watching him stride toward you slow.
âDonât know the rules?â He cocked an eyebrow and crosses his arms, visible little muscles strained against his skin and the sleeve of his shirt.
âAnd what could those be?â Your friends seem to be long gone, leaving you to the devices of a wild man with such nice looks. Not to mention his soft looking hair that partially covered his forehead. And God, the stubble along his jaw couldnât go unnoticed either.
âMust be new.â He was close enough that you could smell his woodsy scent. He began to circle you like prey, his boots clicking against the asphalt as he walked.
He stopped in front of you and looked at your hat, your eyes, then your lips.
âWear the hat,â He drew his hand up your side and titled his hat back, âride the cowboy.â
btw did you finish any books in the twisted series yet? i just finished king of wrath, which is by the same author, but different series. thereâs cameos tho đ i defff recommend if you like arranged marriage tropes
iâm going through my inbox for the first time in awhile, just now seeing this! i finished that first book and i think i started the second, but i forgot about it. i do like those tropes (i have a series on my wattpad like that lol) Iâll have to pick up that series again!
hey babes, not sure if you still take requests or not.
If so, can you maybe do one where the reader and Kristina do an arguing prank on their bfs, Ethan and Grayson?đ€
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan (& slightly Ethan)
; this is super short, but i would totally do this
Cat Fight :
"Fuck you."
"Noâ No, no. Fuck you!" You spat, shaking you finger and flailing your other hand in the air. Your faces were a bright red, gruesome expressions, and a thick, intense anger looming through the air around you.
"What's going on?" Grayson walks in just as glass shatters across the floor. Both you and Kris stop, pausing as Ethan joins his brother.
"She's a fucking bitch is what." You storm towards her hands up in the air and about to swing, and a quivering smile on your face.
You wink.
A large slap! sounds and the boys sprint to pull you both apart and away from each other.
"Woahâ what the hell's gotten into you??" Grayson holds you back as you fight to be removed from his grip. Kris does the same with Ethan, pulling and grunting to escape him. All until you both begin laughing.
Hysterically.
The boys' grip grew slack on the two of you, so confused and disoriented. By now, you both were cackling, almost to the point of falling to the floor and rolling over in a frenzy of laughs.
"We gotcha!" Kristen bellowed and held her stomach, yours beginning to hurt as well.
"That's messed up." Grayson entirely freed his grip on you and very lightly shoved your shoulders.
"You'd do it too, just to see the looks on your faces!" You chortle, wiping the tears from your eyes.
The boys had a bit of a smile on their face now, probably from all the hysterics you and Kris were making. Once you two settled down to just a giggle, you cleaned up the broken glass and fist bumped for the perfectly executed prank.
"Just wait until we get you back. You ain't gonna like it."
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