summary: y/n helps grayson with a car wash. 7k+ wordcount.
a/n: i stg this is the most creative shit i have came up with, in a long time. i hope you mfs like it.
warnings: smutty asf. like- wow.
it was hot. grayson walking around shirtless all day was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was starting to look like a shirt wasn’t apart of his vocabulary anymore, let alone his wardrobe. most of his days were spent lounging outside, cooling off in the pool, occasionally heading inside to grab an organic popsicle before heading back outside. the entire week had been perfect pool weather. ethan was there right along with him, not being able to stand staying indoors all day, suffering in his stuffy room. both of them were catching marvelous tans.
y/n was bearing through the heat as well. after a long girls trip in her car- which was now a light shade of brown instead of its usual pristine white- finally, she reached home and was able to escape the scorching leather seats her automobile provided graciously. practically collapsing inside, she peels off her tank top, walking towards her kitchen to fetch a glass of ice water. her hair was tied back to it off her neck and half her makeup was melted off her face. it had been a long, hot road trip back home.
as grayson laid poolside, waiting impatiently for his brother to join him, his phone goes off. it’s a text from y/n, someone he hasn’t seen in a week. a week too long.
the pair were practically inseparable at times, they could spend weeks together before getting sick of each other, but even that was a rare occurrence. everyone assumed something was going on in the midst of their friendship, which they always denied. but, there was this sense of tension between them. especially when y/n would stay the night and have to borrow one of grayson’s sweatshirts and sleep besides him. or whenever they’d go out somewhere nice and y/n would ask for his thoughts on a certain, low cut dress that showed off all her curves. that tension would only grow and grow and grayson knew one day it was going to snap where he couldn’t take his desire any longer. y/n knew it too, they both just tried to ignore and avoid it as much as they possibly could.
even though that itself was almost impossible. grayson admired y/n and y/n wanted nothing more than to be with grayson. vice versa. how could they ignore that gut deep feeling drawing them towards each other like magnets. sometimes just a simple look would trigger butterflies to go off in their stomachs.
with a soft smile, grayson reads the dramatic text telling him y/n is in desperate need for a pool day. grayson never told y/n she couldn’t come over for a swim. why would he? it was hot and they were all suffering with the heat, plus the view of her in a cute swimsuit never hurt anything. he quickly types a reply telling her to get her ass over there as soon as she can. it had been far too long since the last time her saw her.
before she knew it, y/n was throwing on a swimsuit underneath her clothes and heading out the door. as she looks her door and looks at her dirty car, she lets out a noise of disgust. it was absolutely filthy after driving through the dusty streets and sandy back roads. she wasn’t going to pay for a car wash either, dropping twenty for a rinse and blow dry wasn’t worth it. maybe she could get grayson to wash it for her. get to boss him around and let him make her car shine like new again. watch him hose it off and make it sparkle all while his shirt was missing. she shakes the thoughts from her head, walking down the steps and towards her filthy car and getting in it. she knew grayson wouldn’t wash it without having a favor in return so instead she decided she’d wash it herself when she could.
then again, it depended on the favor he asked for... the heat was getting to y/n.
by the time she arrived, ethan was floating in the pool and grayson was in the kitchen, quickly cutting up some fruit to bring outside for a snack. she knew her favorites: kiwis, strawberries, raspberries. he pauses his preparation at the sound of her car pulling up. setting down the knife safely, grayson walks towards the back sliding doors, letting ethan know y/n had arrived. after that, he strides to the front door opening it up just as y/n began to get out of her car.
“damn,” grayson said, just a little too loud but, he couldn’t contain it.
she wore the sheerest shirt ever, he swore he could see straight through it. it was like she wasn’t wearing a shirt, only that bright, neon pink bikini top and some cut off shorts which probably looked even better on her from behind. grayson blushed like crazy when she lifted her sunglasses and looked at him unamused with a roll of her eyes.
“i know i know, my car looks disgusting.” she sighs, closing the door behind her and walking over to him.
if he was honest, he didn’t even noticed the dirt covered car because he was too busy squinting his eyes to get a better look at y/n’s tits. as she gets closer, grayson makes sure to keep his eyes up and off of her chest, though, y/n caught him peeking every so often.
“jeez,” ethan laughs from the doorway, “what did you do to your car?”
“like i did that on purpose, moron. did anyone tell you that i was going on a road trip or were you too busy jerking off to catch the news?” she spits back, her glare playful but her voice intimidating. grayson scoffs at her comeback causing her to flash a grin at him and give him a side hug. he loved that smile of hers.
“har har,” ethan rolls his eyes back, yet a grin sits on his lips, “still though, people know this is the dolan house, how could you let people think we let dirty cars in our driveway?”
“fuck off,” y/n groans, removing her arm from graysons waist and moving to ethan, shoving him playfully, “why don’t you go wash it for me if it bothers you that much.”
“nah,” he backs into the house, “i’ll be too busy jerking off.”
“right.” y/n shakes her head watching his back as he walks away before turning to grayson. her face brightens at the sight of him, opening her arms and giving him a proper hug this time, “missed you, gray.”
“i missed you too.” he smiles, bending down and wrapping his arms around her waist.
she takes in a breath, smelling his scent. y/n always thought he smelled amazing, sometimes she couldn’t get enough. she’d have to ask to borrow one of his sweatshirts later just so she could get more of his scent. he also felt amazing, with her palms flat on his back, y/n could feel his back muscles flexing beneath his skin. grayson always looked so good, she was glad she caught a glance of his gorgeous body while he wasn’t noticing. slowly, she pulls away.
they stand in front of each other, shamelessly scanning over each other’s bodies. y/n had this glow around her after having a relaxing trip, she looked much calmer than she had before she left.
grayson steps to the side with a quick laugh, “get in the pool, since you were begging to come over just for that anyway.”
“oh hush up,” y/n giggles, brushing her fingers over graysons arm as she walks past him, a slight swing in her hips that catches his eye, “i missed you too, of course. it’s too hot though, and you just so happen to have a pool, and ya can’t let that go to waste, can ya?”
grayson shuts and locks the front door, turning around and walking into the living room to see her already shedding off her shirt. he lets out a shallow breath, softly saying, “definetly not.”
he runs a hand over his face to stop his staring, quickly making a beeline to the kitchen to finish up the fruit. y/n gives him a sideways glance before continuing outside, shimmying out of her shorts and walking towards a lounge chair with the sunscreen. she sprays some on her arms and legs, continuing onto her tummy and chest. you can never be too careful in the sun. gray walks out just as she starts to rub the cream into the skin of her chest. he just about trips over air watching her squeeze and rub her tits and it takes everything in him not to drop the fruit he’s carrying towards the table.
she looked damn good, grayson took his time walking over to take a few mental pictures. y/n looks up with a smile, looking at the fruit and smiling wider. he says the tray on the table and turns to y/n who’s holding out the sunscreen for him. he lifts his eyebrows slightly in confusion, taking the sunblock from her.
she spins around, “get my back? pleeeeease?”
grayson chuckles, spraying the sunscreen on and then rubbing it in. y/n closes her eyes, the feeling of his rough hands on her soft back was so good, she was tempted to ask for a massage right then and there. after all, she hadn’t been the spa in so long, and her back did hurt just a little from all that driving. that was a good excuse, right? but before she knew it, graysons hands were done with their work and wiping the excess sunscreen off in a towel.
she turns to him with a smile, “thanks. i know you always got my back.”
grayson rolls his eyes, showing the tiniest of smiles before nodding at the fruit, “eat some of this, i cut it up ‘specially for you.”
“yeah, yeah. my joke was good though.” she picks up a strawberry, popping it in her mouth and humming in contempt at the sweet yet tangy taste.
grayson watches her lick her lips as he takes a bite of a mango slice before sucking the juice off the tips of his fingers. y/n tried not to clench her thighs together at the sight, and instead distracted herself with another strawberry. but when grayson picked up two slices of pineapple and ate them, the juice trickling down his chin, she let out the tiniest of whimpers, her face and neck getting hotter and hotter. he wiped the juice off his mouth with the back of his hand and licked his fingers clean.
“hey!” ethan walks outside, running his fingers through his hair, “why aren’t you in the water yet, y/n? too afraid to get wet?”
“as if.” y/n hums, the statement meaning more than one thing, as she brushes lightly past grayson and jumps into the pool.
gray turns and watches her, a sly smirk on his face. he knew exactly what she meant.
hours had past by now, the twins had never seen y/n look so tranquil as she sat in an inflatable donut, floating in the pool. after countless cannonballs and flips into the pool and dozens of water fights, now it was time to properly cool off and relax. in the midst of her floating session, she peeled an eye open beneath her sunglasses before slipping off the inflatable and swimming towards the pools stairs.
“hey,” she softly spoke, standing over grayson, blocking the sun from him.
he looks up at her figure, dripping wet with water droplets sliding down her skin. he takes a deep breath and swallows thickly, raising his brows, “yeah?”
“you don’t mind if i wash my car real quick? my driveway is so small and i don’t want to make a mess that my neighbors will complain about, ya know?” she crosses her arms, pushing her cleavage together.
grayson doesn’t even hide the fact that he’s staring at her boobs, all he wanted to do right now was to untie the little bow on the front of her bikini top. y/n wasn’t opposed by the idea either, if anything she wanted him to do the same.
but, all grayson did was slowly look back up at her and nod his head, “yeah, go ahead. you know where the buckets are and everything?”
“mhm,” she nods back, spinning on her heel and walking away, “thanks grayson!”
grayson bites his lip, watching the way her ass shook in her teeny swimsuit bottoms. god, he wanted to tear them off of her and take her right there on the lounge chair. it was like she was teasing him on purpose, not that he minded it of course. his nostrils flare as her closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in to try and calm himself down. his dirty thoughts began to fade away, but that he didn’t stop the blood rushing to the head of his cock, making a tent in his swim shorts appear.
“yo,” ethan said from the opposite side of the pool, catching graysons attention, “go take care of your boner, bro.”
gray sits up quickly, placing a hand over his covered crotch and frown at ethan, “fuck you.”
“eh,” ethan squints his eyes, before pointing towards the gate leading to the driveway, whisper-yelling, “how about you go fuck her!”
about 30 minutes later (nearly 20 of those minutes being grayson taking care of his hard on) gray decided to go check on y/n and her car washing. the sun was about to start its descent and he was going to ask what she wanted for dinner. but, it was almost like grayson had forgotten all together how to breathe when he opened the front door to check on her.
she put her shirt back on just incase any neighbors decided to pop by, but in all honestly, she shouldn’t have even bothered putting it back on. it was completely soaked through, the outline of her bikini top prominent. if grayson were a little closer, he would have definetly spotted her hard nipples through the material as well. but he didn’t miss too much, because she was practically bent of the hood of her car, wiping off the windshield and giving his the perfect view of her perky ass.
what he would do to just get up behind her right then and there. maybe give her a couple spankings for being such a dirty tease, then sink down on his knees and eat her out right on the hood of her car. finger her so hard, have her screaming orgasm after orgasm. making her back arch and eyes roll back, have you begging and screaming for more.
grayson took a shaky breath and licked his lips before stepping forward slightly.
“hey!” he smiles, clasping his hands together.
y/n whips around with the most innocent smile he’s ever seen on such a devilish body. she gives a little hop pointing at her car, her tits bouncing slightly, “hi! look, she’s good as new.”
god he wanted to ruin her. “your car looks great, y/n.”
“thanks for letting me wash it.” she lets out a tired huff, grabbing the water bucket and dumping the dirty water out.
grayson smiles at her tired expressions. partly because it was adorable because she was huffing and puffing and trudging around in her bare feet. but it also let him know she was probably going to stay the night, which was perfect timing after what ethan had said earlier. was it bad that he was suddenly having all these thoughts?
y/n was the same way though, all the sexual feelings being completely mutual. she saw the tent in his blue swim trunks and caught his eyes staring at her tits. she’s glad he didn’t catch her staring at him when he did that random push up contest with ethan earlier but caught her practically drooling at the sound of him grunt every time he did a push up successfully. all y/n would need to actually fuck grayson tonight was a little bit of wine... she knew she should have brought her half empty rosé over.
it wasn’t like y/n didn’t like grayson like that, she was too nervous to. too nervous to ruin their perfect friendship with a hasty decision made by hormones. if she was wine drunk she could at least blame it on something.
grayson picks up the hose and winds it back up as y/n grabs all the damp sponges and carries them back into their garage. gray walks over to her car and leans against it, crossing his arms as he asks, “you wanna stay for dinner?”
“can i just stay the night?” she sighs, pushing some stray hair out of her face, “i don’t mean to be a bother, i’m exhausted gray.”
he smiles with a nod, “of course you can. you’re never a bother, y/n.”
they head inside, y/n takes a shower and borrows some of gray’s clothes as usual. together they all eat dinner and watch a random movie off netflix and then, fall asleep. grayson couldn’t help the disappointment when he saw y/n curled up on their couch knocked out for the night. disappointment turns to guilt, he knew he shouldn’t feel this way about her. he knew he shouldn’t think of her as a way for sex but, he couldn’t help it. he would just look at her and get these desperate feelings and sinful thoughts. perhaps it was a good idea to sleep for the night instead.
“she’s back!” grayson cheers as y/n pulls in the driveway, parking next to graysons car and getting out.
“hey, did i start a trend or something?” she laughs, removing her sunglasses and grinning at gray.
he’s shirtless, as usual, sporting some pink swim trunks with the hose in his hands. grayson decide to treat his own car to a wash today. it was a spontaneous decision, something he just decided he would do out of the blue. 5 minutes before you arrived. in one of your tiny bikinis. again.
he was definetly up to no good.
“possibly.” grayson grins back.
there’s a sparkle in his smile, or maybe it’s that new grill he got. either way, it practically makes y/n melt on the spot. she loved that smile of his, it always made her feel all warm and fuzzy. and weak in the knees. and all together, wet as fuck.
y/n shuts her car door and places her bag and keys on the hood of her car, “you want some help?”
grayson raises his brows, waving her off, “nah, it’s okay y/n. you don’t have to.”
“well,” she’s already grabbing the hem of her shirt and lifting it over her head, “i wanna help so you’re gonna get some help.”
grayson bites the inside of his cheek, please do help me.
he strains his eyes away from her torso as she tosses her shirt with her keys and bag, but continues to look at her from the corner of his eye. she bites her lip and tugs down her shorts. she’s in another bikini, this time a pretty light lilac color. she struts over to the bucket full of sudsy water and grabs a sponge, ringing it out over the hood of his car before starting to scrub at the little dirt and grime. his car really wasn’t all that dirty.
“i’m really good.” she chuckles, locking eyes with grayson who was just standing there frozen, watching her with hard eyes.
“yeah, i know.” he blinks, rinsing some water over his car and picking up a sponge of his own and beginning to clean.
from time to time they watch each other. y/n will be talking about something and all gray can do is stare at her lips and the way they move, hardly listening to the conversation. he’s got water dripping down his chest and y/n’s leaning across the car. both of them have pretty good views.
y/n’s cleavage practically spills out of the top she wears, almost making grayson’s eyes pop out of his skull. he clenches his jaw, watching her scrub a certain spot on his car, moving her hand back and forth quickly. it makes her body move, especially her tits. his eyes are glued to them, watching them bounce back and forth. he could only imagine what they would look like as she would grind down on his cock.
when grayson wasn’t paying attention, y/n’s eyes would wonder to his body, watching his biceps bulging and abs flex. she would look down at his swim trunks, mouth watering at the thought of what was beneath them. she knew she was big, she saw his bulge last time. if should could only have the guts to get on her knees for him right then and there, and suck him off real good.
her thoughts get interrupted by a small splash of water from grayson. she takes in a big gasp at the sudden cold water, standing up straight and look at grayson with an open mouth and wide eyes. grayson laughs from across the car, covering his mouth as he continues to snicker.
“thought you were gonna help me clean,” he smirks, running his hand through his hair, bicep bulging, “but all you’re doing is staring at me.”
“grayson bailey!” she shrieks, throwing her sponge at his head making him splash more water at her.
before either of them know it, there’s a full on water war happening. graysons got the better protection, a hose, and all y/n has is a few slightly damp sponges and soapy water. y/n was losing the fight. she’s drenched in cold water, her whole body is wet, hair dripping and swimsuit soaked, she was starting to shiver from how cold it was. it was something straight out of a playboy magazine. y/n running around in her skimpy swimsuit, dripping wet. grayson tried not to cum in his swim trunks at the sight.
while he stays distracted at the thought of y/n as a playboy bunny, she runs around the back of the car, grabbing the hose in graysons hands which he tightens his grip on.
“hell no!” grayson laughs with her, trying to get the hose out of her hands.
she giggles, pulling on it, “let me have it, gray! it’s only fair.”
“no way, i don’t want to get wet.” grayson chuckles as he pulls back.
“yeah?” she smirks, looking at him with suggestive eyes, “how do you think i feel.”
he wishes he knew, but instead of a snarky reply, he turns her around and pushes her back against the car door, her body is pressed to his. he’s got his knee between her thighs and his chest pressed against hers, staring down at her. her hands loosen on the hose, making grayson pull it out of her hands completely.
he drops the hose beside him, looking dead in her eyes. y/n licks her lips, a shaky breath leaving her lips at the feeling of graysons knee right on her core. his hands place themselves on the car, his face leaning closer and closer. the warm feeling of y/n’s arousal in her swimsuit bottoms was evident on gray’s thigh.
y/n took all she had in her not to lean up and crash her lips to his. grayson had the same idea, their faces being not that far apart. but slowly, and reluctantly, he backs away. the air between them is thick, they both know they should have just kisses and gotten it over with, cut the tension between them.
that’s when ethan opens the front door, “are you guys done yet? i don’t want to swim alone like a loser.”
it’s been a month since the last car wash. y/n continued to come over and swim a couple times, and she and gray continued their obvious flirting and lustful looks. but it wouldn’t go any further, neither were brave enough to go further. it would be easy, it was just a tiny shove forward and they’d be all over each other. neither had the courage to turn a friendship into something else.
since that last car wash, ethan and grayson decided to go on a road trip, similar to the one y/n went on at the beginning of summer. they needed a little break, time to cool off and relax. the entire time though, y/n was on grayson’s mind. that’s what was discussed half of their little vacation: y/n.
ethan tried countless times to convince grayson to at least just kiss the damn girl. but everytime gray would groan in frustration, pull at his hair and mention something about wanting to have a “stress free weekend trip”.
“yeah well maybe if you all would finally fuck all your stress would be relieved.” ethan huffed, crossing his arms.
now back home and settled, ethan won’t stop bothering grayson about it. constantly bringing it up and reminded grayson that they should cut the tension already. it was clear as day. grayson knew that was the answer too, but wasn’t completely set on it.
y/n on the other hand, was ready to break that tension as soon as possible. she had also been thinking about it all weekend long. those seductive looks from grayson, suggestive conversations and scandalous touches here and there. she missed grayson, so fucking much. finally she came to terms that this is exactly what she wanted: grayson.
so when the twins arrived home on monday morning, y/n called as soon as she could. and what did she suggest she come over and do for the pair? give them a car wash. after all, gray’s car had gotten pretty dusty after the long drive.
grayson could feel his body getting flushed at the thought of y/n running around in her tiny swimsuit again. but, gray couldn’t turn down the offer, how could he? thirty minutes after the phone call, y/n shows up ready to get to work.
she’s already pulling out all the supplies needed when grayson walks outside. and to his surprise, and slight disappointment, she’s still wearing all her clothes. he knew it was shitty to think like that, expecting her to come over and wash his dirty car in a skimpy bathing suit.
y/n looks up from the bucket of water at the sound of the front closing, a grin stretching across her face when she spots grayson moving toward her, “hey gray,”
“hi,” he smiles tightly back, looking over her outfit, a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt, “thanks for offering to help.”
she shrugs, like it was no big deal, “it’s alright. i think i should start my own car wash business, what do you think?”
she’s beginning to ring out a sponge before placing it on the hood of his car and scrubbing. grayson grabs the hose, spraying the side he was on and grabbing his own sponge. his eyes glance over at her, biting the inside of his cheek before looking back down.
“i’d be the first customer in line.” he says, his voice laced with a hint of suggestiveness.
she knew what he meant. the last two times she came over to wash a car she was wearing practically nothing. she smirks to herself, walking around the car to grab the hose and rinse off some of the soap and suds.
“mhm,” she hums, inhaling a deep breath, “you’d be my best customer.”
“yeah,” he breathes out, smirk on his face, “i would. would i have to pay?”
she bites her lip, slowly walking back over to him, leaning against the wet car. she looks him up and down with lustful eyes, “nah, i’d give you a discount.”
“hmm,” he moves closer to her, placing his hand on her hip, “would i get anything extra? ya know, how sometimes you get a little air freshener?”
y/n laughs, moving her hair out her face and placing her hands on his shoulder, “yeah, something like that.”
she prayed that he could see it in her eyes, how badly she wanted him to press himself against her, lean down and give her the best kiss of her life. she knew he could do it, just hoped that he actually would. deep down in graysons gut he knew that’s what he wanted to do, grab the sides of her face and crash his lips against hers. he’d make it perfect, wouldn’t be sloppy with it. his hand tightens on her hip at the thought, drawing her an inch closer.
y/n was getting impatient, breathing out desperately, “grayson, just kiss me, dammit. i want this so bad, have wanted this for so long.”
“you want me to kiss you?” he breathes out, a teasing grin dancing on his lips. she nods with big eyes, even though he knew the answer, before he wraps his arms around her back, “okay.”
her nails bite into the skin on his shoulders as he crashes his lips against hers. soft hums of approval and pleasure slip past each other’s lips, tongues dancing along one another’s. gray turns the two of them so her back his against the car door, his hips grinding up into hers. she whimpers quietly as he does so, moving her hands up to the hairs on the name of his neck.
he pulls away with a smack, pressing his forehead to hers and breathing out heavily, “wanna do more than just kiss you, y/n.”
her eyes flutter open, looking up at him sweetly, “me too.”
“yeah,” he smirks, making her smile back, his hands trailing lower and lower before ending up on her ass, giving it a nice squeeze that has her squeal with a giggle, “want me to fuck you?”
she could have collapsed right then and there, it was a good thing grayson had his body pressed up to hers. only letting out a tiny whimper, she nods her head, “god, yes grayson.”
“right out here?” he mumbles, pulling at her shirt and coming down to latch his lips along her neckline, “against my car? that sounds good, yeah? fuck you right on the hood of daddy’s nice car?”
letting out a gurgly noise of approval, she shifts her hips towards his, getting a feel of his massive hard on. her arousal was basically dripping down her thighs now, making a mess in her panties which needed to be off by now.
“are you as wet as last time you ran around here? hm?” his large palm rests on her lower tummy, pressing on it lightly to make her moan, “when you were acting like a naughty baby? such a bad girl, wanted to take you over my lap and spank you til you cried.” she squeaks at his words, blushing madly and practically humping him now, making him chuckle out, “oh you’d like that huh? i’ll save that for next time.”
he’s moving her towards the hood, spinning her around quickly before pushing the top of her body down until the blue surface. the side of her face is pressed against the car, her cheek smushed up. she feels grayson unzip her shorts and them slowly peel them and her panties down her legs. he squats behind her, getting a good look at her pretty pussy.
a large hand settles between her thighs to keep her legs spread open wide. graysons eyes flicker up to peek at her face before back at her wetness. she was dripping, making an absolute mess. all grayson wanted to do was clean her.
his fingers come up to spread her folds apart before licking a stripe up her slick, moaning at her sweet taste. one touch had her reeling, eyes already rolling back from the tiny kitten lick. she was so sensitive to his touches, every little touch sent her over the edge.
perhaps it was also the fact that they were out in broad daylight, her shorts missing and grayson eating her out. that only added to the pleasure, knowing that they could very well get caught at any moment. it turned them both on ten times more.
her breathy moans get louder as grayson buried his face in her cunt. he’s got her messy juices all over his cheeks and nose, dipping his tongue in and out of her.
“oh.. shit, gray!” she whines, trying the grab at anything on the slick surface of his car.
he smiles, humming against her in response as he continues to eat her out. she pushes herself back against him, and he makes sure to hold her thighs, preventing her moving anymore.
letting her know that, “i’m in control, sugar.”
“ugh...” she moans back breathlessly, hissing when he slaps her thigh and continues devouring her.
her legs start shaking, almost buckling and unable to hold herself up. he’s got her good, making her feel euphoric. there was no other feeling like this, and she never wanted it to end.
“don’t stop, grayson.” she pants, squeezing her eyes shut and feeling her orgasm near.
and of course he pulls away, quickly getting to his feet. y/n whines in disapproval, beginning to push herself up to see what he was doing. his heavy hand presses between her shoulder blades, pushing her back down.
“we’re not done here yet, princess.” he hums, his voice so much deeper than earlier.
“make me cum,” she wheezes, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his face, her eyebrows scrunched up together, “please.”
grayson smirks, moving his palm along the curve of her ass. his fingers bite in the skin of one of her cheeks, making her squeak and try to move away from him. his hand is heavy on her back, making sure she doesn’t move at all. a soft shriek leaves her lips at the feeling of his hand spanking her.
“you don’t tell me what to do, baby.” he leans over her, moving her hair out of her face and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, “if you ask nicely like the good girl you can be, i’ll think about it. can you ask daddy nicely?”
“mhm,” she nods, glancing at him with pouty lips, “please, daddy?”
he lets out a scoff full of pity. it wasn’t good enough, making him tap her ass in response, unimpressed with her lack of begging. if she wanted it so bad, she’d beg for it. grayson was determined to have her begging before he gave her the proper fuck they were both yearning for.
he flips her over, having her look up at him with pleading eyes. there’s a tempting smirk on his mouth, making her inside churn at the sight. she wanted him so bad and so deep, she felt like she’d cry if she didn’t get it.
“i know you can be nicer for me,” he hums, twisting the material of her shirt. why was she wearing it again? he bunches the material up her torso, his voice smooth like velvet as he continues, “why don’t you try again?”
she moves her hands above her head when he reveals her nice bra beneath the material of her baggy shirt. she bites her lip, helping him take off the top, squeaking out, “please make me feel good, grayson. i’ll be good.”
his warm fingers push the straps of her bra off her shoulders, dark eyes flickering up to her own. he was getting impatient, murmuring out, “more.”
“god,” she sighs, “i want you, so so bad. i just want you to fuck me so hard with your big cock, i know you can daddy. it’s all i want, please, give it to me. i’ll do anything, i’ll be your good girl.”
he’s shocked, his body goes numb. she lies there, her chest heaving when she breathes. there’s a tint of pink in her full cheeks, the hint of a smile breaking through on her plush lips. he wanted to absolutely ruin her. it’s not till she’s leaning up on her elbows and unclasping her bra when grayson snaps back to reality.
“was that nice?” she licks her lips, tossing her bra aside before laying back and massaging her tits, “was i nice, daddy?”
“you were perfect, sugar.” he growls out, coming down to connect his lips with hers.
they move in harmony, tongues dancing along each other and teeth clashing together. it was hot and heavy, the kiss bruising their lips. she hums into his mouth, only making his shorts feel tighter and tighter. her hands tug gently at the roots of his hair as he begins to squeeze her breasts in his giant hands.
her hands travel down the front of his body and stopping at the waistline of his shorts, tugging at it and palming his erection through the material before breathing against his lips, “can you fuck me now? please?”
he had only heard those words tumble past y/n’s lips in wet dreams. listening to her say it in real life was something else though. he pushes himself away from her, pushing down his shorts just enough to reveal his massive cock. he lets his hand pump it a few times as he walks back and settles between her legs. his cock rests against her hip bone, it’s weight and heat making her whimper quietly.
“i’m gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he whispers, grabbing his dick and lining his head up at her entrance, making her widen her legs, “let me know if you need to slow down.” she nods, gripping his shoulders and squeezing her eyes shut tight when he starts to sink himself into her wetness, growling out, “because i’m not gonna take it slow if i don’t have to.”
“fuck me,” she pants out, tilting her head to the side and gritting her teeth together, “hard.”
that’s all he needs before he’s pushing himself all the way in, balls deep in her pussy. her mouth falls open, but nothing comes out. she’s shocked at the feeling of being so goddamn full she doesn’t even know how to react. grayson grips her hip tight, pulling halfway out before shoving back in.
“oh-“ she can’t even think straight, all she can think about is grayson beginning to pound her. not that she would rather think about something else.
he’s holding both sides of her torso now, thrusting himself in and out of her tight pussy. his mind is everywhere, the feeling of how warm and wet and so fucking tiny she is already almost has him over the edge. he bites his lip, focusing on her face full of bliss.
he can’t help but grin at himself, watching her body rock back and forth on top of his car. it made him feel in charge. fucking the hottest girl he knows on one of the most expensive things he owns. he was getting more and more turned on just thinking of it.
the wet noise from her pussy only got louder along with their moans. god forbid any neighbors came outside today to relax or garden. they’d only hear grayson and y/n going at it.
“you good?” he pants out, his voice cracking slightly.
she cries out, squeezing her thighs around his torso, “so good! your so- so big baby! don’t stop, i-“
“my pretty baby.” he huffs out, not slowing his pace for a second, loving the sound of his skin slapping against hers. she loved it too, just as much as the feeling.
he comes down, suckling on her tits and neckline, making sure to leave marks. they looked good deorated across her chest, the dark marks designed especially by grayson. he brings a finger up to trace the outline of the pretty bruises forming along her neck. she lets out a moan in pleasure, feeling his hand coming around her throat and beginning to just barely choked her.
“yeah, my pretty girl likes this.” he chuckles, slowing his pace and slamming into her rhythmically, “my pretty girl likes being fucked like a dirty slut?”
“yes!” she shrieks when he hits that one spot deep within her that has her jolting.
“which are you baby?” he sighs, squeezing his hand around her throat harder, “my pretty good girl? or my dirty little slut?”
“i can be both for you, daddy.” she breathes out, batting her long eyelashes at him, tears starting to brim in her eyes.
he lets out a deep groan at the sound of that, not holding back anymore and starting to fuck her hard again. he was relentless now, not slowing down for a second. he brings his hand down between the two of them, twisting and playing with her clit only making her squeal even louder. every thrust he gives pushed that deep spot within her that makes her back arch and eyes roll back.
her moans go higher making him smirk and laugh, moving to lean on his forearms and kiss over her tits, “like the feeling of daddy cramming into your tight cunt? ya like being fucked this hard?”
“so deep!” she places her hands on her stomach, pressing down on it slightly and crying out, “feel you all in my tummy, you’re s-so good.”
he sucks on her chest before standing straight and grabbing her thighs. placing her calves on his shoulders, he moves to prop one of his knees up on the side of the car to hit her at a harder, even deeper angle. grayson was going so hard at it, destroying her, fucking her brains out. soft grunts left his lips and sweat dropped down his forehead from the heat of the sun still shining on them. endless whines and moans slip out y/n’s mouth, her face twisted into one of pure pleasure as she stared at him. he stared back, his eyes so intense and hard, it was like he was silently telling her to cum.
if y/n thought she was going to lose it earlier, she was done for now.
“gray!” she squeaks out, trying to move up on her elbows but giving up from the immense amount of pleasure occurring between her legs.
“oh you’re gonna cum?” he asks, thrusting in and out of her dripping pussy, his balls slapping against the round of her ass.
she can only nod, furrowing her brows and biting her lower lip. she wasn’t going to unless grayson told her she could, “please?”
“mhm,” he nods, pressing his forehead to hers, humming barely above a whisper, “look at me when you do, princess. look at me with your pretty eyes.”
she looks up at him, her moans getting louder and louder, until he just stops. deep inside her, he pauses and stands up straight, looking around with a frown. she lays there, frowning with confusion and impatience. did he really just tell her to cum and then stop?
she whines loudly, bucking her hips against his to get some friction, “daddy-!”
he presses his palm against her mouth hard, keeping her mouth shut tight, “be quiet. think i hear someone.” he feels her huff out through her nose and try to talk around his big hand, squinting her eyes at him. he leans down to her ear, grunting quietly, “if you keep being a little brat i won’t let you cum. leave you to take care of yourself. that’s not what you want now, is it?”
immediately she stops, freezing on the hood of his car. he nods as if to say i thought so before standing back up straight again. she watches him with wide eyes as he peers around, listening closely to make sure no neighbors were suspecting anything out of the ordinary going on next door.
grayson pulls his hand away, tracing his fingers over y/n lips before pushing one past them. his pointer finger rests heavily on her tongue, and she sucks on it gratefully. her hands wrap around his wrist as he puts another finger in her mouth to suck on. she breathes heavily through her nose, tracing her own fingers over the chain bracelet on his wrist.
soon enough, grayson turns his attention back to y/n, slowly removing his fingers from her mouth. there’s a string of saliva on his fingertips and her lips when he pulls them out and places them on her clit. now he’s rubbing the nub aggressively pulling his big dick out before pushing straight back in at a fast tempo.
“let me get you back up there, sweetheart. how close are you? can feel you squeezing ‘round me,” he pants out, choking just as she squeezes herself around his cock, “feel so good around me.”
“‘m close, gray.” she sighs, bringing her hands up to his dark locks and pulling on them, “go harder, baby. i’m not gonna break, please.”
he licks his lips, breathing harder and moving faster. there was no chance of him stopping now. he was close too.
“keep your eyes on me, babe.” he taps her chin softly, making her teary eyes gaze up at his red face, “there she is.”
she whimpers, leaning up and capturing his lips in a sweet little kiss. he keep circling her nub with the pads of his fingers and prays to everything holy that no one shows up anytime soon. y/n arches her back high, her perky tits pressing against his own chest, letting him know she was nearly there.
“come on, come on, good girl,” he encourages her, “let me see you cum. all over my dick baby, that’s it. bet you look so pretty, cum for me sugar.”
that’s when her jaw drops and her eyes roll back, beginning to twitch on the hood of his car. grayson clenches his jaw at the sight, sound and feeling of her cumming. her pussy clenches around him spastically and her thighs squeeze his hips, now becoming sloppier with their thrusts.
grayson was so close now.
“uh,” she moans out loud mindlessly, reveling in the feeling of gray riding out her orgasm. his hands move to grip her hips and she places her hands atop his, whispering out with her eyes closed, “cum in me, fill me up. please do it, grayson. please.”
“fucking- shit!” he hisses, closing his eyes tight and pushing himself all the way in her, letting go and filling her up nicely.
he stays there for a second before gathering himself back together. her soft moans of approval at the feeling of his warm cum being him back to reality, slowly pulling out of her. she sighs as he groans, moving back a few staggered steps, taking in the view of her fucked out on his car. her legs spread wide, letting him watch his white load drip out and onto his car. though it was tempting, he resists the urge to not fuck it back into her, for her sake.
slowly, she moves to sit up on his car, a sleepy smirk on her lip as she stares at him, “that was a first.”
he smirks back, grabbing her shorts and panties off the ground, handing it to her, “and hopefully not the last?”
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