I didn’t proof read this 10 times and it’s not that interesting but I wanted to edit a baby name on Grayson OK
It had been nine months.
Nine long, drawn-out months.
They felt longest to Molly, the one carrying the baby.
The felt longest to Grayson, father of the baby.
But his fans swore it felt longer to them than anyone else. Simply because they rarely saw bump pictures, never heard any updates, didn’t know of a due date or any other details.
They predicted dates from how large her stomach was in a few paparazzi shots or pictures fans took in public. They judged by the products they were seen shopping for or items seen in the background of pictures or videos.
Comments begged for info, the entire family had dm’s full of questions hoping that one person close to them would answer; but no one did.
Rumors circled once a week of Ethan’s Jeep being seen at a hospital or that Cameron was seen at a restaurant which obviously meant she was in town for the baby.
Every inch of snapchats were zoomed in on and no one could figure out from one simple snap of Ethan’s feet on a tile floor meant they were at the hospital.
Contractions had started a few days before and Molly spent hours in a hot shower, she watched TV on all fours swearing it helped the pressure, she slept with seven pillows propped around her body and Grayson was on red-alert for anything to happen.
His mom paced their house, hearing Molly groan from contractions as Grayson was on the phone with the doctor who explained they still needed to wait to come in.
Molly sipped on prune juice, pickle juice and any other juice that was supposed to help further pregnancy. She walked the block, she went up and down stairs and bounced on an exercise ball for hours at a time.
“Gray... yeah, hun.. forget the milkshake... just get home when you-- everything’s fine-- how far are-- okay, just come--” Lisa pulled her phone from her ear, “He hung up but he’s on his way home.”
“This is SO GROSS.” Ethan gagged, looking at the bed Molly continued to sit on... the bed that her water broke on as soon as she said she wanted to lay down for a nap.
“I didn’t ask you to clean it, I asked you to get me another pair of pants.” She whined, rubbing the bottom of her stomach as another contraction hit. Ethan’s face contorted as he opened a drawer and tossed a pair of sweatpants her way. “And can you please go get a garbage bag from the pantry? I’m just throwing these sheets away.”
He nodded and made his way downstairs, passing his Mom, “Your bag, baby bag, Grayson’s bag, all by the door. Anything else?”
Molly was pulling up her new sweat pants, gasping for breath before she pulled the sheets off of her bed. “Hun, don’t do that. Make your way downstairs, I’ll get the sheets off the bed.”
“I feel like I’m going to take one step and she’s going to fall right out.”
“That’s the feeling you should have.” Lisa laughed, “Hold the bag open, E.”
“EW, no, can’t you just, do it.. yourself?”
“Ethan. Open the bag.” She glared at him before he held it open and held his breath while she tossed the sheets inside and tied it. “Now take it to the trash.”
He groaned, holding the bag as far away from his body as he could. “Don’t come near me! This is toxic!”
“What the fuck, E?! What happened?!” Grayson screamed, running up the stairs, “Mol? Mom? What’s happening? Why did I--
“My water broke, babe.” Molly forced a smile, “We are calm..” She kept going down he stairs, “and breathing” she continued slowly down, “and going to the hospital.”
“Where are the bags?--
“By the door.”
“Where are my key?--
“I’m driving.” Ethan spun the key ring on his finger, waiting by the door.
“We have to take Molly’s car--
“Molly’s car because the car seat fits in it best, I know, I know.” He pushed the door open to the garage.
Molly started crying and mumbled, “I need my shoes....”
Grayson skipped three stairs at a time, running into their room and back down the stairs with a pair of slides for her.
Everything seemed rushed and quick and going by one hundred miles an hour until the hospital room was still, the only sound was the machines monitoring Molly and the baby.
“She’s perfect.” Molly brushed her finger on the baby’s cheek as she fed, “I can’t stop crying.”
“You’re a perfect, mom.”
She looked up at Grayson who sat next to the both of them, “You’re a perfect, daddy.”
He brushed his fingers gently along the small bit of hair she had, “This is so crazy. So crazy.”
“It doesn’t feel real..” Molly said, “It could be that I haven't slept in 36 hours, but I still think it would feel weird if I had.”
“Are you good for visitors? Or?”
“Once she’s done, which is probably soon. I think she’s slowing down.” Molly looked at her little face, trying to judge if she was still eating or not. “It feels like she’s slowing down... I can’t wait for her to be done because it’s more painful than I realized. You can go get them.”
He kissed Molly and the top of the babies head, pushing the door open and walking down the hall. The room hushed as he entered, “She’s here.”
Grayson let out a breath, it felt like a weight was off his shoulders, “Ten fourteen this morning, seven pound, six ounce, nineteen inch, baby Dolan was born.” The room clapped, woo-d and took pictures, “Margo Rayne and mommy, are ready for visitors.”
“Margo!” They all said at the same time, taking turns hugging Grayson.
“You’re a dad.”
“You’re an uncle.” Ethan and Grayson hugged before he led him back to the room.
Everyone took turns holding her, taking pictures, face timing others; and Molly finally ate the Taco Bell she had been waiting thirty-six hours on.
@molly.d: best day ever 🎀
@graysondolan: My heart is so full. 💕
#DolanBaby was quickly trending, guesses it was a girl with their use of a pink bow and pink hearts.
But no one else posted anything until the next few days when they were finally home.
@molly.d: two days old 🧡 @graysondolan
Two days of cat naps, baby vomit, stinky diapers and family visiting. Molly lived on the couch all day; sleeping, feeding, changing diapers, eating whatever food Grayson made or brought home.
Grayson had to leave them for a few hours for a meeting and could barely stand it. He rushed home to find them both asleep on the couch, baby hidden in Molly’s shirt.
They didn’t wake as Ethan came over with Daniel, their tattoo guy. Molly only woke when the baby started wiggling, immediately feeding her and both of them fell back asleep.
An hour or so later she walked into the kitchen, “I didn’t even know you guys were here.”
The baby was in a little ball against her chest, swaddled tight with her usual pacifier in her mouth. The tattoo set-up didn’t even shock her, she didn’t even question it until she realized it was Grayson’s arm and not his leg that was getting a tattoo.
He could see the look on her face, “I promise you’ll like it.”
“I told him you’d give him that look.” Ethan shook his head, leaning over Molly to poke at the babies cheek. “Sweepy baby.”
“Do you want to hold her so I can go get a shower?”
“I am.... so busy...” Ethan sat back down, pulling his laptop out to act like he was working.
“I’ll hold her, babe.” Grayson stuck his free arm out and tapped his chest. “Lay her down on me, I’m here for a bit.”
Molly didn’t argue, she laid the little bundle on his chest and walked away.
Ethan snap chatted a picture of his feet with the words ‘tat time’ at the top. Grayson was in the background, the lamp hovering over him and Daniel was flashing the picture out but you could still see he was holding the baby on his chest, her little yellow blanket stood out from his black t-shirt.
Grayson kept still and looked at all the little faces she was making as she slept. He smiled, whispered to her and tried to ignore the pain of the tattoo needle on his wrist bone.
“E, can you grab that?”
“Huh? What?” He looked up from his phone, searching where Grayson was looking, “The pacifier?” He stood up and grabbed it, “Do I just--
“Don’t put it in her mouth, idiot. It’s dirty.” Grayson groaned, taking his free hand to rip it from Ethan’s hand, put it in his own mouth before putting it back in the babies.
“Because your mouth is cleaner than the floor?” Ethan laughed.
“I got anxious and showered way too quick.” Molly sighed, walking down the stairs to the kitchen. “Everything good?”
“Perfect.” Grayson smiled, “Except that I’m terrified for Ethan to ever have children.”
Ethan didn’t even argue, he just shrugged his shoulders and put his air pods in.
“Are you almost done?”
“Probably thirty minutes.” Daniel estimated, not even looking up from the tattoo.
“She won’t need fed for another few hours so--
“Go do whatever you need to, I got it.”
Molly quickly changed her clothes, tossed her hair in a ponytail and texted a friend to see if they could meet for coffee. She just wanted out of the house even though she also wanted to be stuck to her babies side 24/7.
She probably annoyed Grayson with the amount of times she texted him to make sure things were okay but he never complained. He finished his tattoo and Ethan had started when she arrived back, with lunch for all of them.
She looked at Ethan’s ankle, the skull was done and Daniel was onto the skateboards positioned as crossbones behind it. “Sweet, right?”
“Skate or die.” Molly said, unenthusiastically, putting up a rock symbol with her hand. “What’s yours, Gray?”
He shuffled the baby to his other arm and held his right wrist out where you could see the tattoo through the plastic.
“Awww, Gray...” Molly melted into his chest, choking back tears at the sweet tattoo. “You’re so cute.”
Grayson kissed the top of her head, glancing down at his tattoo again. Their little girl’s name was permanently inked into his arm:
MARGO RAYNE
“Do you want one, Molly? I have the single needle, we can make it tiny.” Daniel joked, “I can make sure it’s hidden--
“I kind of do...” She surprised all three of them, “Maybe just an M... or just her first name.... or the date...”
A few hours later she was squeezing Grayson’s hand almost as hard as she did while giving birth. Daniel counted down the seconds until it was over and wiped it off quickly.
“Take a breath, breathe.. it’s all done...” Grayson laughed, shaking Molly back to earth.
She quickly looked down at the inside of her wrist, a thin font spelled out her name:
“Oh my god I have a tattoo.”
“Mom’s with tattoos!” Daniel joked, “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” She teared up again as he wrapped it up, “And it didn’t hurt that--
“Sureeeeeee.” Ethan laughed, “Didn’t hurt.”
Cuddled together on the couch that night, Grayson edited his instagram post and ran it by Molly before he hit post. Margo was tucked in between his chest and the fuzzy blanket above them. One of his hands held her close to him and the other slid around Molly’s waist as she moved closer, “She’s literally the cutest thing on the planet. I can’t believe she’s ours.”
@graysondolan: baby girl got her own tattoo #margorayne
mentions of daddy!gray but no actual daddy!gray yet okay don’t sue me.
drunk grayson led the walk back to their nyc hotel dragging along his girlfriend who was also holding hands with ethan’s girlfriend who was locked arms with ethan.
“it’s not even midnight yet” ethan complained, pointing at the open bars and clubs they passed, “i wanna stay out.”
grayson stopped walking and turned to look at him, “you can if you want, i’m not in charge of you.”
and just like that, ethan and his girlfriend slipped into the club they were next to as a very tired grayson and girlfriend kept walking to their hotel.
as they waited for the elevator grayson became more touchy than usual, not shocking her the slightest because he knew how both of them got when they drank.
an older couple got on the elevator the same time as them, she pushed his hands from under her shirt and held onto them as he groaned into her neck. “but i wanna---
“floor five” the elevator thankfully interrupted as she dragged grayson to their room and found the key in his pocket.
grayson immediately fell back onto the bed, kicking his shoes off and flinging them across the room. “come here” he pat his stomach before stretching his arms towards her.
after she took off her heels, put her purse on the counter, removed the rings that bothered her and put her hair up in a ponytail she was finally crawling on the bed, straddling over the top of him.
“do you need something?”
grayson laughed to himself before mumbling, “you”.
she laughed with him and leaned down to kiss him, letting his hands roam wherever now that they were in the privacy of their own room.
she tugged on his shirt until it was stuck, “off” she pulled more and in one movement he had it off and on the floor. “fuck, you’re so hot.” she looked at his toned chest and trailed her fingers down his v-lines.
he couldn’t take it, he grabbed her arms and pulled her back to him, flipping them over so he was on top. “you don’t need this.” he pulled her crop top over her head and threw it in the pile he had started.
“before you get carried away, you need to get a condom.” he stopped kissing her neck, “don’t tell me you didn’t bring any.”
“i did but....”
“it’s one hundred percent better without it, agreed. but i’m in the five days of the month where i can get pregnant very easy...” she grabbed onto the top of his jeans, “ and the only thing stopping that is your dick being wrapped up.”
“but i’ll stop when--
“grayson dolan do you know how many times you’ve said that before and you--
“you’ve never gotten pregnant though.” he grinned, grabbing her waist.
“it only takes one time to--
grayson interrupted her, grabbing her chin and leaning down to her face. “but we’d have such cute babies.”
in reply she grabbed his scruffy chin, “agreed” she kissed him, “but we need to wait to have cute babies together.”
grayson’s eyes turned more puppy-dog-like than she thought was possible, “but... one day you.. you would want... you would want to have my babies?”
“there’s nothing more in this world that I want than to have your babies.” she rest her hands around his neck as he continued to stare at her. “and to be with you forever.” grayson seemed frozen, not breaking their eye contact, “did you think i wouldn’t? or.. i don’t know, why wouldn’t i?”
“it’s just.. i think about it a lot.. and to hear you say that..” he groaned and shook his head.
“it makes you harder than you were before?” she grinned and shoved her hips up which made him flinch.
“it did, but.....” his thumb grazed her cheek, “you really want my babies?”
“one day i want you to not wear a condom, on purpose, fuck the living day lights out of me and never pull out. then wait a while so i can pee on a weird stick that will tell me if we’re having a baby.”
grayson nuzzled his head into her neck to hide the smile on his face, “when is that day?”
“i don’t know, i guess a day that we discuss we’re ready and we try it.” she laughed, “do people decide on a day or just go for it? i’ve never really thought about it.”
quietly he said, “i’m ready whenever.”
“grayson, you’re drunk, i’m drunk, we don’t need to make this decision now.”
“i made the decision a long time ago.” he sat back up, “i even told ethan.” he grabbed her hands and laced his fingers through hers. “i told him i want to marry you and be with you and have kids with you and raise those kids together and... i’ve never told him that about anyone else.”
“don’t make me cry” she mumbled, closing her eyes but smiling.
he untangled one set of their hands to wipe the one or two tears that fell down her cheek. “i love you, so much.” he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
“i love you too.” she mumbled. still holding back tears she grabbed his jaw and pulled him down to look at her, “but i’ve got to film in europe in two months and i can’t be pregnant for that.”
“damn stupid movie job” he smiled and spoke into her lips before kissing her for a while. he pulled a condom out of his pocket, he was definitely prepared for the night knowing she would want him to wear it.
he got off the bed, tossing the condom at her. he pulled his skinny jeans off, standing in just black boxers and his necklace as he put his phone on silent.
she played with the packaging in her hands before tossing it to the side, looking up at him as he slipped off her skirt and everything beneath it, “thank you”
“not a problem” he laughed, crawling over top of her. she could feel him pulsating against her pelvis as he rest above her, looking like he was ready for a good, long, fun night.
her fingers traced his sides and over his butt as he kissed down her chest, trying to take his time.
“wow, can’t believe you’ll be an actual daddy for me one day.”
he quickly stopped and looked up at her, “you’re such a fuckin’ tease.”
“me? never.” she shook her head, “i was just thinking about everything we’ve said and---”
she stopped as he used his fingers for good, smirking at her reaction, “you need to be quiet and let me do my work...” he crawled backwards till he was kneeling on the floor.
“there’s no possible way i can be qu---holy fuck, gray”
he kept his fingers working but pulled his mouth back, looking up at her and grinning, “now that’s what i like to hear.”
Deep inside his head, Grayson knows for sure that he should break the kiss, push her off and maybe even insult her for kissing him. He really wanted to insult her, make her feel bad for what she did, for kissing her mother’s boyfriend, but all he did was deepen the kiss. Pull her even closer and bury his hands in Y/N’s unruly hair. He was even moaning into this kiss that gave him much more than it should. The bottle of wine on the table was long forgotten as Y/N breaks the kiss just to pull Grayson inside the living room, not caring about going into either of their bedrooms, but letting themselves fall down onto the cold leather couch. If this was a bad romantic movie, they’d probably end up on a piano or something, but the couch seemed good enough and suddenly, Grayson didn’t mind the cold leather object right now.
The kiss was broken by now, but the electricity between them was still tingling, as if little sparks would light up on their naked skin that would touch from time to time. They almost ate each other with their gazes, looking at the opponents still-clad body in the pale moonlight until their lips met with greed. To be honest, it must have looked like cannibalism to any one other than themselves. The smacking sounds and groans echoing through the entire room.
It didn’t take either of them by surprise that soon enough their shirts and pants flew off and around the room. Grayson almost ripped Y/N’s leggings in half in order to get them off her body. He muttered a reverent “Wow” while scanning her body, trying to memorize every little detail: the freckles that were splattered over her arms, neck and face, a few birth marks on her stomach, some scars and even little tattoos that were placed around her pale skin that seemed to reflect the moonlight that was shining through the opened patio door. Her body was like a map that Grayson still had to learn, to memorize little details and spots to find his way on it. But it was a map that he definitely wanted to get to know and reveal to himself.
Y/N on the other hand already knew how ripped and big Grayson was since he walked around shirtless every night, sleeping in only his boxers and not caring about his mostly permanent bulge in his sport shorts. Little did she know how soft his skin was. Her black fingernails tracing some of his veins along his arms, making Grayson shudder under her touch. As soon as his pants were gone, Y/N took her time to study his tattooed thighs. Licking her lips at the thought of herself on top of them, rubbing her clit against the hairy thickness. His biceps were more prominent now that he was holding himself up over her tiny figure and once their eyes locked, both of them were hypnotized. The moon being the only light source made everything even more magical, the alcohol obfuscated their senses, the lust ruling over their bodies.
Of course, it was mostly hate that Y/N felt towards Grayson, but only because she fell for him a long time ago. She hated him for loving her mother. She was jealous, she knew that. Every night she used to either cry or vomit to the sounds they made in the bedroom, hearing them fuck was worse than hearing them whispering sweet promises to each other. Sometimes she even ignored the sounds her mom made and just concentrated on Grayson’s low moans while touching herself, feeling naughty and ashamed while doing so.
Neither of them thought that this situation would ever be happening – but neither of them wanted to stop it, both quietly thanking the alcohol for offering them this opportunity.
Grayson’s blood was boiling, both of their breaths were faltering while their glances were still locked. Suddenly, as if it was a planned move, both of their desires were taking over them while their lips met once again, Y/N’s fingernails marking Grayson’s back to prevent him from breaking the kiss once more, which shouldn’t have happened this night at all.
The situation became heated quickly again, so Y/N took her chance to change their roles. She climbed on top of Grayson and started to prep his entire neck with a mixture of sweet little kisses, soft nibbles and even some bites here and there – Grayson didn’t mind at all. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and his mind was going absolutely crazy. One of his hands found their way into the messy hair of her affair – which was exactly what she was. An affair. Nothing more, nothing less. He knew he was about to cheat on his girlfriend that he somehow still loved, kind of. He should love her. Even though he felt guilty, he couldn’t deny how Y/N’s lips felt on his neck, how incomparable and satisfying it was to have her on top of him. Her teeth were now working on his chest, even biting slightly into his nipple. “Fuck.”
Grayson couldn’t control himself anymore, pushing Y/N off his body and howling over her, holding her upper arm in a tight grip while growling at her to show who’s in charge, grinning at the challenging look on her face. And then she did it – she growled back at him, causing his neck hair to erect, leaving goosebumps all over his body. Soon enough, Grayson’s hand was wrapped around her neck, his thumb pressing against her chin to lift it up, just to capture her lips once more. Their tongues fighting over dominance while Y/N chokes him as well, her tiny hand not even fitting halfway around his thick throat. Spit was dribbling down their chins, loud smacking sounds were heard, but as soon as Y/N was about to touch his bulge, Grayson jumps in desperation, rushing through the living room. “FUCK!”
His hands were running through his messy hair, almost running in circles while looking over to an almost naked Y/N. “Fuck, are you fucking serious? I’m with your mother! Fuck, what if Luna…”, Grayson quickly collected all of his clothes and ran into the bathroom, trying to cool himself down with a cold shower, sobering up through the fear of anyone realizing what he just did. The alcohol must be out of his system because his mind was crystal clear at this moment. His thoughts were wandering to Luna while he tried to scrub everything he just did off his body. Would Y/N dare to tell her mother? Would Grayson himself tell her? Y/N. He didn’t even think about her, what did she feel during all of this? “I couldn’t care less” was all he said to calm himself down, not caring about broken teenage hearts. He throws his head back into the waterjet as he breathed in deeply – and swallowed a bunch of water. Karma just got him.
It felt like hours – even the mirrors were misted by the steam – when Grayson stepped out of the shower, drying himself off quickly before grabbing the towel around his hips and walking into his bedroom to quickly change into boxer shorts and a shirt, just to make sure Y/N wouldn’t see anything if she decided to look for him. He was frustrated because one, he was horny as fuck, and two, he felt guilty, but not because of Luna. He felt guilty because he enjoyed her daughter more than her boring ass self.
Luna didn’t come back home from work in the early mornings, which led to the awkward situation of Grayson and Y/N meeting at the breakfast table, not knowing what to say at all. Just like Grayson, Y/N seemed to be waiting to go downstairs, just to prevent the position they both were in right now. The older man started the coffee machine, filling his cup with the burning liquid before spreading some avocado on a piece of toasted bread. The cautious girl just grabbed a banana while sitting down onto the kitchen counter, carefully watching Grayson while drinking a cup of water. He didn’t even bother to look over his shoulder, not caring to watch her at all. That’s what he thought at least. He quickly put his used knife in the dish washer before sitting down at the dining table while scrolling through his phone, texting with Ethan and even looking around Instagram.
Y/N, who wasn’t wearing anything besides a sports bra and some booty shorts due to the fact that she just came back from a run, was sitting in his field of vision, eating her banana while being focused way too hard on the giant sitting across from her. She decided to quickly hop off the counter just to sit at the table as well. She copied his actions by grabbing her phone, sending some snaps to her friends while slowly sliding her foot upwards his leg, burying it into his crotch area. Grayson gasped quietly, but doesn’t show off any arousal while finishing his toast. Just in this moment, Luna walked into the kitchen, smiling widely and pressing a kiss on each of their foreheads. “Good morning, family.”
“He’s not family.” Y/N’s toes were wiggling around his bulge, earning an angry look from Grayson. Luna ignored her, taking a sip from Grayson’s mug before sitting down next to her daughter.
“So, what did you two do last night?” She smiles at Y/N, but it fades into a frown as soon as she sees all the love bites and scratches around her neck. “Well, doesn’t seem like I have to ask you about your night. We don’t have to repeat the talk, do we? Please tell me you know how protection works, hun.” Y/N shakes her head while smirking at Grayson. Luna seemed to be confused, then started laughing hysterically. “Oh babe, when I meant you should talk with her, I for sure didn’t mean that kind of conversation. But, well, thank you for trying.” Then she went straight to bed, trying to get the rest that she missed the past days due to her many jobs.
If looks could kill, Y/N would already be dead, twisting and turning around in her grave. Grayson was fuming. “Are you fucking serious?” She just nodded, smiling like the angel she for sure isn’t.
“Yeah, I don’t have anything to loose, neither you nor her. So, will you tell her that you made out with her little, drunk, innocent girl? Or shall I tell her that you came home blackout drunk and forced me to kiss you?” Y/N’s smirk grew wider and wider while the crease in between Grayson’s eyebrow became deeper with every word she said.
“Neither! You keep your mouth shut, I keep mine shut, that’s it. And, even if you tell her, what would you think could happen? Angel, do you really think your mother would believe you? She even wants to send you to a Boarding School because of your behavior. Sorry, there’s nothing do to for you.”
Grayson leaves the kitchen with one last shrug to lay down in the living room. But who would’ve thought – Y/N followed him. And then she did the unbelievable, placing her small figure onto his thick thighs, getting comfy in his lap while frowning. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I don’t want you to be mad at me,” her fingers started to trace his tense chest muscles over his shirt. “You can punish me, if you want to.” Her lips came in contact with his ear lobe while Grayson tried not to moan out loud. “Or you’re just fucking me right here and there, Daddy.” Her words were nothing more than a breath of air, but Grayson understood. Damn right he did. He growls loudly, not able to stop the sound coming straight from his chest, before pushing her off his lap and grabbing after the television remote. But Y/N doesn’t begrudge him the rest.
“Daddy, don’t ignore me. Please, Daddy. Damn, do I have to touch myself or will you just do it?” The whining sound of Y/N’s voice, her grabby hands and her fucking short outfit drove Grayson crazy – and brought him in a special mood. He glances at his watch, realizing that Luna would be asleep the next 6 hours. Without waking up.
“Crawl back onto my lap, kitten. One more sound and I’ll double the amount, understood?” He watches Y/N emotionless, trying to hide his smirk as soon as he made contact with her now shy eyes. She nods – curious but also nervous – before climbing back onto his thighs, laying down on her stomach and trying to get comfortable. Grayson didn’t even wait for her to lay correctly before bringing his hand back down onto her exposed ass cheeks, slapping it quite hard, wanting her to know who the boss in this situation was. Y/N didn’t mind. She grinned, waiting for what would happen next.
At the beginning, Grayson felt kind of weird to actually spank her, but as soon as he sees her ass bounce and wiggle in front of him, seeing her squirm under his touch and moan against her own arm, he started to get really into it – he pushed her shorts even higher to expose her entire ass for him. Her cheeks were already stained by his enormous hand prints, red and swollen, but Grayson didn’t stop. Y/N started to mewl, making Grayson’s dick twist inside his boxers. He softly brushed his fingers through her hair, whispering a soft “Ssh” before slapping her once more. She wanted punishment, so she got it. „That was the last one.“ „Fuck“, was all that Y/N could say, surprised by the amount of pain, but still smirking. “But I liked it, to be honest.”
Grayson just rolled his eyes while pushing Y/N off himself once more. “That was enough for now, huh?” Then he grabbed the remote and did what he wanted all the time: relax.
He woke up with an aching pain inside his pants that made him moan in frustration. Without even opening his eyes, he laid back into a more comfortable position, his head on the couch rest. Then he realized where he was – still on the couch, not with Luna in their bed. It couldn’t be Luna that surprised him. Now he was fully awake, opening his eyes quickly. “You can’t just get enough, huh?” His voice was still raspy and causes Y/N to shudder. Her lips were currently placing sweet little kisses around his belly button while softly palming his now throbbing dick through his shorts. He just grinned, watching the girl in front of him but not caring to touch her at all. He wanted to know how far she’d go – and how desperate she was. “Daddy, please. You started something that we need to finish now..” That filthy little thing really got turned on while Grayson was slapping the living hell out of her. He laughed in disbelief, grabbing her cheeks between one of his hands.
“You really think you could wake me up, disturb my fucking sleep, just because you’re horny?” He shakes his head, looking at Y/N in disguise. “Just because of that, I should spank you once more. And just to clarify it: you’re only allowed to come when you’re told, alright?” Y/N just nods, not breaking the intense eye contact. “Use your words, little one. That’s why you were born with a tongue.”
“Yeah, I understood…” “I think you forgot something”, he raised an eyebrow while pinching one of her perky nipples, making Y/N moan directly. “Yes, Daddy.”
Grayson nods in agreement and grabs Y/N’s head once more. “I’m too tired to punish you, you’re lucky. But you started something”, he turned her head into the direction of his full erect cock, “that you need to finish now. You should be thankful that you’re allowed to suck Daddy’s cock that early, huh?” Grayson quickly removes his shorts, his dick slapping against his toned stomach, before pressing the younger girl directly onto it, burying his aching shaft inside her throat, amused by the gagging sounds she made.
Maybe it wasn’t such a stupid idea to get this going, was all he thought while closing his eyes and relaxing back into the couch, enjoying one of the best blowjobs in his life.
