a/n: in honor of my very first tumblr post, exactly one year ago— i wanted to write another version of public. i also just wanna say a big thank you to everyone that has been with me throughout this year. i love you all to the moon and back and i can’t wait to spend more years with you guys and grow with you. thank you so much <3 and also sorry for my terrible procrastinating, i blame my lack of posting on that and as well as some writer’s block too. fun.
summary: against your better judgment, you somehow falter and let grayson do what he will with you at dinner, right underneath your parent’s noses..
warnings: swearing, exhibition, public fingering, daddy kink, maledom, and all that jazz tehehe
word count: 1.1k
my first ever post.
"Stop it, we're in a nice restaurant." You softly smack his hand from traveling to your inner thigh, mumbling your words in a cruel manor.
"I don't really care," He glides the tips of his fingers up your leg slowly and somberly, resting his hand severely close to your aching heat.
"Well, I do care.." Once again, you remove his warmth from your own, humiliated that the softest touch of a man could make it so difficult to focus. "And just because my parents are in the restroom, doesn't mean we can mess around, Grayson."
"They're probably fucking." Blandly, he says, staring at you with an ornery glint in his florescent eyes.
"Gross." You blow a disgusted huff through your teeth, watching your parents emerge from the back of the building, looking pure as ever.
"If it were up to me, I'd have you taking my cock in the bathroom too." His words slipped right down through you and caressed your arousal with his grueling words, forcing an unwanted, tainted red to spread among your cheeks like wildfire.
"You shouldn't say things like that.." Wary, you kept your eyes lowered, fully ashamed of the affect he had now bestowed upon you.
"Flustered, my Love?" He gave you a convincing look of concern, but he had "arrogance" written all over his face, settling his damned hand atop your knee smoothly.
"Y'know, you shouldn't wear this," He pulled the small, delicate strap of your dress off your shoulder, "Makes Daddy want to ruin your nice little dress.."
"Stop, Grayson.." You pull the loose strap back up to its former place, grimacing once his hand crawls up the slit of your dress and settles against your molten cove he calls his own.
"Stop what, Y/N?" He shifts his eyes on yours, raising a brow in question. "I've hardly laid a finger upon you.." He curled his finger under the silk fabric of your panties, massaging your little rose bud soft and nice.
You fall silent to his wishes, eyeing your parents who had made a stop at the bar and were laughing with another couple while you sat there, a mistress to whatever Grayson Dolan decided to do. He rolled your clit between the pads of his fingers as you let your head fall back slowly, chewing on the pillowy softness of your bottom lip to suppress your pleas for more.
"Grayson.." He slid his long index into your pulsing folds, and you wrapped both of your hands around his bicep, anchoring to him as he deflowered you amongst the eyes of the public. You struggled to keep your legs still from under the table, and his pace of pleasure quickened.
Softly, you whimpered through your lips, undeniably hushed by his arousing acts of unbidden desires. You squeezed your thighs together, whilst enveloping his hand at your very center. It was terribly hard to keep quiet, and even Grayson struggled with the want to praise his little princess for doing so well.
"Such a naughty girl," Grayson chides, watching you fall apart so delicately, amidst the oblivious beings that scatter the room. His eyes travel down the lengths of you, the sore throb in his cock swelling each time your thighs shook around his hand.
He pumped his thick digits slow and masterfully, while sweat dotted your brow, sweeping your hair with a gleam. Your chest fell rapidly, and you felt the overwhelming sensations of his languid touch begin to brink at your nearly-come orgasm.
“Daddy, please..” Involuntary bucks broke from your hips and you let your head fall to his shoulder, a cascade of whimpers and cries quietly evading your wordless mouth.
“Go ahead, princess, come on Daddy’s fingers. Let everyone see how messy you are.” His lips moved against your ear and you couldn’t help but free yourself from the bondage wrapped around the pit of your stomach in several knots, and he unwound everything single one of them with ease.
Careless of what eyes could be scouring you, you let your body rattle through your orgasm, coating his fingers with your juices and an unapologetic moan emptying from your lips with passion.
It felt so good.
You sigh as Grayson removes his fingers from you, hazily watching as he slips them in his mouth unbothered. You let your breathing smooth back to normal, eyeing him with the same lustful desire you withheld still only minutes ago.
Confident, you led your hand right over his hardened erection, sliding your palm tenderly against the noticeable indent in his trousers. Grayson gave you an evil look, dismissing whatever silly little idea you had in your mind. He swept your hand away, intertwining your fingers together instead.
“Not now, baby.” Concern lathered his voice and the both of you looked up, watching your parents make their way back to the table you all were sharing. Though Grayson would stare with intent, you kept your eyes lowered, ashamed of the escapades that went on right under their noses.
"Oh honey, what's gotcha so wound up? You look like a tomato." Your mother, bright as always, ponders aloud, making you shift your eyes in her direction.
"It's really hot in here, Mom." You fan your hands at your face, Grayson's shit-eating grin in your peripheral's.
"Well, maybe you should cool down with some desert! I'm sure a little ice cream and pie would help you out." She widely smiled, taking her former seat in front of you and signaling a waiter over. You were going to decline your mother's suggestion, but she looks so happy and pie sounds just too good..
“Thank you, Mrs. Y/L/N, but I have my favorite desert already made and ready at home.” He stands from his seat, bidding your parents good bye and forcing you to do the same. You walk beside him through the restaurant, confused but nonetheless glad that you didn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of knowing what the both of you had done.
“What the hell was that? I actually wanted some ice cream.” You frown as the two of you exit the restaurant, met with the humid air that engulfs your bodies tightly. Grayson grabs your hand firmly, coyly pulling you into his hard, suited chest.
“And I want a taste of that pussy, been craving it all night.”
a/n: aaghh, it feels like i haven’t posted anything like this in forever and idk if this is even good & it’s really short
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
summary: after a long week of work, y/n needs some sort of relaxation and relief. although, her outlook on relieving her frustrations isn’t what grayson had in mind...
warnings: tid bit fluffy, swearing, vibrator use, & smut
a/n: been in my unfinished drafts for a bit..
"Are you sure you don't want to tag along, baby?" Grayson longingly questioned, his brows crinkled and his lips almost forming a pout.
"I haven't been able to do laundry all week. God knows it won't get done unless I do it now." Y/N chuckles, balancing a full basket of freshly dried clothes on her hip, watching her lover wrap his fist around the front door's handle.
Every other weekend, at the Dolan residences, the two brothers, and sometimes their wives, would gather with some of their friends and watch their favorite football teams. And later on, they'd play board games or watch some movies. Normally, Y/N would be the one begging Grayson to hurry up and get ready to attend the biweekly event, except this time.
Y/N has different plans...
It had been a brutal week at work, her boss was currently taking out her "divorce emotions" on her employees and Y/N was getting the rougher end of it. She was relieved when it was finally the weekend and she could stress clean, calm her nerves in some sort of self efficient way and relax after a tough couple days.
She hadn't even had the thought of a sexual release, until she had dreamt multiple naughty scenarios just last night during her deep slumber. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what all she had dreamed, but she remembers waking up with a dripping arousal and a sore ache at her very center. And though her husband was laid right next to her, perfectly capable of satisfying her womanly needs, she decided using other resources would be a better fit.
Don't get her wrong, she loves being pleasured by the only man who knows exactly how to, but she felt embarrassed. She didn't want to come across as a sex-crazed women to Grayson, even though it would never make a difference to him.
They're married, for goodness sake.
"I can stay back and help out. We could even have our own little movie night if you wanted," He began, releasing his hand from the door and taking a few steps toward Y/N, whose lips turned into a cheesy smile as he drew closer to her.
"Just you and me," He took the basket filled with clothes from her hip and set it on the floor, intertwining his large hands with her smaller ones, eliciting a short laugh from Y/N. He brought her closer to his frontside, creating a ballroom dance-like formation and began shuffling around with her in his arms. Like an old married couple, they slowly danced around the room, him twirling her in his grasp while Y/N admirably gazed upon him.
Her cheeks were rosy with admiration, finding his little act of affection adorable. "You get easily distracted, huh?" Y/N grinned, resting her chin happily on his shoulder, his minuscule beard hairs tickling certain parts of her neck.
"Well, you looked too pretty over here by yourself," He softly explained against her ear. "And I wanted to dance around a room with a beautiful woman like you. So, I am." He lowered his hands beneath her and slew her into a romantic dip, planting a sweet kiss upon her lips. She returned one back, feeling her heart grow two sizes larger, much like the Grinch movie portrays, if anything.
"Grayson, I know how much you enjoy football, especially with the boys," She was only making excuses, but he had tempted her to just cuddle on the couch all day and watch plethoras of movies and munch on various snacks. But the low rattle in the depths her core was motioning her in a different way, and she just couldn't survive the rest of the day without fixing her little problem.
"Hmm, you're right. But when I get back, we're ordering take out and watching movies. Got it?" He chuckles, bringing the both of them back up into a standing position.
"M'hm, be safe." Y/N smiles, planting another kiss on her lover's lips before leaving his warmth. She waved goodbye to him as he left their abode, sweetly grinning as she went back to finishing up the laundry before the real reason she was staying home, would begin.
Though the couple's intimate relations seemed innocent and loving, they each had a different side to them, specifically in the bedroom.
The two never shied away from new experiences and would most certainly dabble into different areas of the "sex world," if you will. They, of course, had their preferences and different kinks, but Y/N seemed to be more open and freeing for that sort of stuff.
For the different occasions that they felt a bit more lustful and yearning for one another, they kept a locked trunk of knickknacks in their closet. You see, that's the one Grayson knows about, but Y/N keeps a smaller one, filled to the brim with all of her own toys, in a section of her closet that he never really pays attention to. If he had any idea that she kept self-pleasuring items for her own uses, he'd be absolutely ballistic.
Thankfully, he doesn't...
The moment Y/N threw the last bits of dirty laundry left, into the washer, she practically sprinted to their shared bedroom. After rummaging through the trunk filled with "accessories," she found a nice, pretty pink vibrator to do the trick, as well as a black silk blindfold to shield her own eyes. She was already rid of her clothes and sprawled across the wide bed in an instance, tying the piece of cloth over her eyes.
Though, unbeknownst to Y/N, Grayson was already on his way back home. As soon as he had pulled into his brother's driveway, they had called to cancel— a certain emergency about something Grayson didn't really pay attention to listen to. He was thrilled that he didn't have to leave Y/N at home, all by herself to do chores all day. And luckily, their houses weren't too far apart from each other, so Grayson was back home within fifteen minutes of leaving it.
He didn't feel the need to text Y/N, she was probably busy anyway and possibly wouldn't respond. He figured she would hear the garage door open and expect that he was already home.
Little does he know...
As soon as he was parked and out of his vehicle, Grayson was trudging down stairs to the laundry room, in search of Y/N. He was surprised that she wasn't there, but he figured she might just be folding on the couch, trying to get ahead on one of the TV series the two were drawn into.
Grayson chuckles as he makes his way back upstairs, though his brows curtly furrow, his ears almost perking at the muffled sounds coming from the hallway.
Their shared room, to be precise.
With a pondering look upon his face, he kicks off his shoes and makes his way towards his bedroom, quietly twisting the door handle and pushing it inward. He opens the door wide enough to secretly look inside, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness that enveloped the entire expanse. The noises he had heard only seconds ago were more prominent, and his eyes had fallen on the object creating the aroused sounds;
Y/N.
She was laid out on their bed, legs wide open and shaking while her hands were constantly pressuring a fucking sex toy against her soaked pussy. Grayson froze, pure anger washing over him and turning his face a turbulent shade of red, washing away his pleasant mood. He almost stormed in there, ready to rip the stupid machine away from her hands and show her what a real orgasm feels like.
But he somehow contained himself, and instead, watched the scene play out in front of his very own eyes, vexation spilling from his entire countenance.
Y/N didn't hear the garage door open and close, or even the beep of Grayson's truck when he locked it. She hadn't even heard his feet stomping up and down the stairs, or his lingering chuckles. She was so caught up in how she was feeling.
The artificial vibrations that buzzed upon her core made the world around her so euphoric and heavenly. She'd brush the toy upon her clit, forcing her entire body shake with deep pleasure and a soft moan to emit from her mouth. It felt so nice, and she was so close to the brink of releasing.
She was already feeling better, and naughty. If Grayson were to find her this way, masturbating freely in the open and satisfying herself, she would never live to see another day. But she didn't care at this point, she just wanted to finally cum.
And she was extremely close.
Her hips began to buckle, while her backside rose from the bed and her free hand twisted at the sheets beneath her. "Mm- just a little more—" Her entire core was pulsating, so fucking close to just letting go.
So close..
"Don't fucking cum yet, slut." Grayson's voice boomed throughout the room, making Y/N's movements freeze in terror and shock. Before she could think of some sort of explanation or reasoning as to what she's doing, her blindfold is ripped from her eyes, while the vibrator that was once nuzzled up on her pussy, was taken away as well. Now, she felt so empty and wanting, edged to an almost release.
"Jesus- You're fucking dripping, for fucksake." His tone was harsh, and Y/N felt like crying. She held onto her tears as she watched him examine the drenched vibrator, still buzzing in his hands. Out of the loss of contact, she began to whine, squeezing her thighs together to create at least a little bit of friction.
"Grayson, please—" She began to huff, but her shuttering voice was interrupted by the aggravated man pacing in front of her.
"I don't think I fucking asked you to talk, did I?" He glared at her, though just the sight of Y/N's exposed body made him shudder with a tinge of want.
Against his wishes, Y/N continued her whines, her breathing still ragged and finally her own hand traveling down to her soaked heat. She didn't care if she'd be in more trouble, she just needed to unravel the knot inside her, whether she'd pay for that mistake later or if not.
She didn't get far, because Grayson caught her wrist before it made it all the way down to her center, and brought it up to the headboard. He wrapped a leather strip around both of her wrists, mumbling incoherent spews of anger, doing the same with her ankles against the bedposts.
"I-I, I thought you were gonna watch football.." She began, but a low growl sounded from Grayson, and the blindfold was placed back over her eyes, while a different type of cloth was shoved in her mouth. Y/N feels the numbing slap across her thigh before hearing the connection's sound, an exasperated scream muffling out of her filled mouth.
"I'd stop talking if I were you. Unless you want to be choked by Daddy’s fucking cock, darling." His voice rattled her insides, and she dared not to make another sound, already dug far too deep in a hole anyway. "Get ready princess, m'gonna edge the fuck out of you. Maybe then, you'll remember to ask me for permission to use your fucking toys." His voice soon faded from her ears as a higher vibration than before was nudged right up against her swollen clit, making her figure convulse in imploding pleasure.
It took an entire hour for Grayson to edge Y/N twelve fucking times. She was a mess, sweat droplets dotting her hairline while her pussy remained in slippery shambles. He didn't say a word, and Y/N held her tongue from shouting profanities after the several losses of contact. She hadn't came yet, but if she didn't soon— she would find a way to get out of her restraints and finish off what she had started herself.
It had been several minutes since Grayson had pulled her to the brink of an orgasm, and she was starting to think that he'd never come back. She had heard the sound of a zipper earlier, and she couldn't tell if he was doing something to ease his own pain while she laid there, so high strung and breathless. She was about to call out his name, but the warmth of his tongue wrapped around her bundle of nerves and she let out an exasperated sigh, pulling on the cuffs tied around her wrists.
He slipped his tongue in skillful motions, his hands pushing up underneath her thighs as he lapped up her liquids. Y/N was so sensitive to touch, anything that remotely stroked her could heighten her arousal and make her lust for more.
Within seconds, her hips were shaking and her back arched above the mattress, her toes curling under the pressure. And his voice finally sang the heavenly words she had been waiting for the entire time;
"Cum, princess."
Y/N released all over his lips, a high-pitched scream sounding from her mouth as she finally unravels, her legs bucking against their restraints. She spits out the cloth from her mouth and heavily breathes, murmuring praises to the man between her legs.
"I'm sorry, Grayson."
a/n: did this completely suck? i haven’t really written in third person in awhile, so i need honest opinions..
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.”
@graysondolan: I can’t believe we have to leave Hawaii :(
--@ethandolan: COME BACK TO LA
--@graysondolan: You just want a babysitter. No.
A fancy dinner on the beach under their own canopy was the last dinner on their two week long Hawaii adventure. Hiking, zip lining, trying new foods, traveling the islands, helicopter rides, swimming with dolphins and so much shave ice they could barely eat anymore.
Grayson and his wife, Abby, packed up their luggage while the girls took their afternoon nap. Oakli had just turned four but seemed to be going on sixteen. Rubi was almost three and had Grayson wrapped around her finger tighter than anyone ever thought possible.
Thankfully, they were water babies. They loved the beach, ocean, pools, waterfalls, rivers and sometimes they enjoyed bath time. Oakli could swim laps up and down the pool while Rubi was more accustom to wearing her arm floaties.
The girls were going to be sad to wake up and find out they have to get ready for dinner and not go back to the beach, but Abby had called months in advance to secure their dinner for tonight and they were not going to miss it.
In matching outfits Oakli and Rubi played on the bed, waiting for Abby to finally be ready. “You have five minutes...” Grayson taunted, zipping up one of the girl’s luggage.
“I had to share a shower with two monkeys so I think I deserve a break.” She huffed, leaning over to zip up her sandal.
“I notta monkey!” Rubi yelled, jumping up to her feet. “I a mermaid.”
“I’m a girl...” Oakli rolled her eyes at her younger sister as if she had never been two years old.
Somehow, they ended up having a good dinner. No girl fights, no picky eaters and Rubi was asleep by the time they got back to their vacation house.
“I wanted to go on the beach again!” Oakli stomped her foot at Grayson as he told her to put pajamas on. “Just because Ru is asleep doesn’t mean we can’t!”
“If you lose your attitude maybe we can go on a walk...”
“Daddy can we please go on the beach one more time?” She smiled up at him and tilted her head. “Please, please, please!”
Abby entered the hallway, silently closing the door behind her, “I’ll finish packing, go ahead and take her.”
Grayson picked Oakli up and sat her on his hip, “Thanks, babe.” He kissed Abby quickly and kicked off his shoes before they went out the back door.
“Do we have to go home?” Oakli asked, “I wanna stay here.”
“Unfortunately yes, both mommy & I have to get back to work sometime.”
“Get a job here, sell coconuts or shave ice.” She got excited at her idea, “Mommy can just watch Rubi and I can learn to surf.”
“I wish that was possible.” He laughed, “But I have to be with Uncle E for my job.”
“He can move here too.”
“Then Aunt Riley and the twins move here too.” He sat her down in ankle deep water and they continued walking. Oakli sighed at just the thought, “And I know you wouldn’t want to surf with Braxton and Tucker every day.”
“Can’t he just leave them at home?”
“No, I think he’ll want his kids with him.”
"That’s dumb.” Oakli kicked the water, “I want to stay here.”
“We’ll come back soon, I promise.” She looked up at him with excited eyes, wondering how many sleeps she would have until she could come back.
Abby kept looking at the clock as she checked the house again for any toys or clothes that might get left behind. She was on the last room, digging a barbie from under a coffee table when Grayson finally walked in, Oakli asleep in his arms.
Without speaking a word he went and put her in the same room as Rubi that had two twin beds. He took her romper off of her and slipped on a t shirt before tucking blankets in around her and leaving her with a kiss on the head.
“Daddy?” He heard across the room, seeing Rubi’s head peak up from her blankets.
“Go back to sleep, babe.” He found her yellow fuzzy blanket she couldn’t live without and put it back up by her face, “We’ve got to wake up early.”
“Nooo, stay here.” She grabbed his hand, “Seep wiff me.”
“Oak is in the bed next to you, just go back to sleep.” He pushed her hair back, “I have to go pack my stuff.”
“Do it tomowo.” She tugged on his arm and he sat down next to her.
“I can’t, we have to leave reaaally early.” He kept stroking the side of her head, “I’ll sit here for a second, kay?”
Rubi smiled and nodded up at him, turning her body to grab onto his arm. “Ni-ni, Daddy.”
“Night, baby girl.” He kissed her cheek and leaned against the headboard, hoping she would quickly fall asleep.
Grayson checked his emails, twitter, instagram and whatever else he could to stay awake. At some point when he pulled his arm it gently came from her grip.
Their master bedroom was completely cleaned and packed up, his luggage was zipped up with his carry on bag next to it. He took off his shirt and pants before crawling into bed next to Abby.
“Thanks for packing my bag. Ru wouldn’t let me leave.”
Abby turned over and laughed, “At some point she’s going to have to learn to fall sleep without you sitting next to her.”
He gave her the puppy eyes that unfortunately both daughters had inherited, “She’s just a baby though. She needs me.”
“But I need you as well.” She kissed him, “Especially if we want a third baby soon.”
“I mean you don’t have to beg me to try for that.” He laughed.
“Do you think three is perfect?”
“I absolutely think three is perfect. Especially if it’s another girl... Imagine three baby girls.” His face scrunched he smiled so big, “I can’t imagine Ru and Oak having a baby brother.”
“I can’t imagine you with a son.”
“That’s E’s job.” He joked, “Dirt, trucks... spit.”
They both laughed, “I thought I would hate having pink and purple everywhere and taking girls to dance class but it’s absolutely my favorite thing. I still need to get better at braiding though. My fingers just don’t--
“You’re the cutest and best dad in the world.” Abby kissed him again, “No matter if you’re good at braiding or not.”
