Crush - Grayson Dolan
WARNING: SMUT
Summary: Grayson and Y/N haven’t talked in years. The end of their friendship was the result of high school and Grayson scolded himself for letting her slip past his fingers. Despite the years they spent apart, they had always been on each other’s minds.
Word count: 8K
A/N: Hello! Here’s my next fic. It’s very loosely based on Crush by Cigarettes After Sex (listen to the song if you haven’t it’s amazing) and also a small scene in this is inspired by a part in Charles Dickens’s Great Expectations because I loved it so much. Hope you guys like this one, i’ve been putting this off for ages and i’ve finally finished it lmao.
“Prick.”
Y/N couldn’t help but let the gentle cuss out her lips as she watched him take over. It wasn’t like her to use such vulgar language, but today was just getting worse; she felt completely and utterly drained. And this, somewhat pissed, look on her face was caused by just one person and it sure as hell wasn’t the jock who just pushed in front of her.
“Heard that,” Grayson let out a small chuckle. He thought that it was kind of cute to hear Y/N talk like that. He’d never really heard so much as a sweet, innocent sentence slip from that plump mouth of hers. But then again, they’d never really seen much of each other since they began to start making new friends, going to different classes – you know, things that are bound to occur in one’s young friendship.
Grayson could so vividly recall the day that they first entered the humid halls of their new high school together. Their hands almost touching as they made their ways through the halls. He was so close to grasping her hand, inching his way to entwine his fingers with hers. He almost had it too, if it weren’t for the bell ringing and the gentle stampede of students pulling them apart.
It was a sort of wake up call for him. He knew how much their friendship would change during their years of high school. But unfortunately for him, it wasn’t what he was expecting.
“Promise we’ll catch up next time,” rang through his ears as he remembered Y/N’s guilty expression which occurred on more than one occasion. He couldn’t even recall the last time that they actually exchanged a word to each other. But he couldn’t blame her. She was completely perfect - his dream girl - and he scolded himself every night for letting her slip through his fingers.
It was only a matter of moments until Grayson was drawn out of his thoughts by a light clearing of the throat. Now, it was Y/N’s turn to reminisce on her childhood crush. As he turned around with that wide smile and those bright eyes, all she could do was gawk at the familiar yet different face in front of her. He towered over her body, casting a shadow on her expression which hid the glimmer in her eyes. ‘Wow’ was all she could think of as she stood before him.
She hadn’t forgotten about Grayson, but she certainly wasn’t expecting him to look as good as he did now. She was aware that he was the team’s starting running back for years now, but she never really had a good look at him until now. She exchanged a few glances with him across the halls, but it was nothing more than a brief look.
His shoulders were far more broad than she remembered. His frame was extremely built and his facial features were more prominent than she last laid eyes on him properly. She couldn’t help but think that he was attractive – who wouldn’t – he was gorgeous and she couldn’t deny it.
She felt as though the bad mood that she had sported throughout the day was slowly diminishing. The memories of their summer bike rides through their neighborhood made her frowning eyes soften, and the thought of their long story-telling sessions made her lips curve upwards ever so slightly. It was nice seeing him again, it bought back a lot of nostalgia. Somehow, his gentle expression calmed her down the like way it used to.
She stared at the water droplet which slowly trickled from his chin, making its way down to his sharp jawline and down his tanned neck. She suddenly didn’t mind him cutting in front at all. After all, she was the very last person. It was only a water fountain, no need to be so harsh on him. He was probably thirsty after practice.
“Sorry Y/N,” he tried to say it as casually as he could, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He just smiled down at her, hearing the smooth melodies from the sun singing a gentle note. The golden reflects in her eyes were visible as he shifted, letting the light beam onto her soft skin. “I was just really thirsty.” He turned coy, her beauty making his throat hitch.
He knew that he needed to go, quick, before the bulge in his pants became more prominent. It wasn’t like him at all to lust over a girl who he had only just looked at, but Y/N was more than just a girl of desire to him. He could remember his childhood self wanting nothing more than to touch her palms with his, have their fingers latch onto one another’s before anything could happen to change it. He even used to want to share a kiss with her, just one chaste graze of their mouths to alleviate his intentions of being more than friends. But now, being more mature, he wanted more.
Grayson had his share of casual sex, but nothing could compare to the pleasure and satisfaction that he could give and receive with Y/N. Maybe one day he could have a chance with his dream girl and keep her from slipping away from his grasp.
And with that carnal yet sweet thought in his mind, he slipped past her and made his way to the locker rooms. His heart was thumping and he became nervous all of a sudden.
Her mouth was slightly agape as she watched Grayson scurry off into the building. Her eyes scanned the empty football field as she replayed his sentence in her head, again and again, stepping over to the silver water fountain and taking a few gulps of the water. The orange tones from the soft sunset lit her face up into a blissful sight as the sudden flood of anger washed over her, recollecting each detail of the heated argument with her boyfriend which she had to endure earlier.
CRUSH
The following day they found themselves in the exact same spot, only this time they were awkwardly waiting for each other to make a move. It was around the same time, the sun beginning to set which awarded them a golden filter. They’d often stay after school, Grayson for football practice and Y/N for extra time at the library. She silently scolded herself for coming out to the bleachers on this Tuesday afternoon though. It was probably a force of habit as most days she would wait for her boyfriend in that very spot. She knew that there were better, closer, alternatives where she could get her water, but she somewhat hoped to see him again; just to get another glance at Grayson. She wanted to feel the thing that she felt yesterday. The flip of her stomach when her eyes first made contact with his hazel ones.
Their pupils darted from each other to the fountain and then, they simultaneously opened their mouths, letting out a quiet word. They both cut themselves off with a chuckle. It must have been a peculiar sight for any passer-by. Two teenagers, standing a meter apart, just looking at each other, subtly observing each and every one of their features. Grayson, raised his arm to scratch the back of his neck, of course, this was out of habit, but Y/N took this opportunity to stare at his bulging muscles which made her mouth water just the slightest bit.
The tension was radiating off their bodies to the point that they could practically feel it tickling their skin, sending goosebumps to litter their arms.
“You go first,” She finally mustered up the courage to let a few words slip from her dry mouth.
“Thanks, Y/N,” he let out a bright, genuine smile.
Her eyes were fixed on his neck and the way his jaw moved. It was such a weird action to stare at but she couldn’t avert her eyes to anything else. She was observing the way a vein would pop out of his neck, how his tongue would come out every so often and how the droplets would drip down his chin. There was a sudden ache between her thighs which ravaged her insides. She felt so guilty for thinking such things about someone she hadn’t talked to for so long. But they way his eyes looked up through his lashes, meeting hers, made her thighs press together.
He was smiling now, lifting his head up from the cool water. His lips were wet and glistening, so delicious looking until he licked his lips and wiped his mouth. It was then that he caught the small shift of her bare thighs and her sunken posture, which was the cause of his smile. The fact that she was wearing an extremely short skirt didn’t help his growing boner at all, though.
“All yours,” he tried to keep the small grin on his face before lust completely took over his expression. They were both terrified though, they had no idea what to say to each other. Compliment each other? Just keep staring? It was already awkward enough. It was at times like these that Grayson wished that he could just kiss her. To have her lips pressed up against his to cover the uneasiness of the situation. However, his fantasy came crashing down as she brushed past him to go to the water fountain herself, feeling the coolness run through her tongue and down her hot throat.
Much like Y/N, Grayson couldn’t resist staring at her while she took her sips from the fountain. Like him, her tongue would occasionally slip out, causing his cock to rise without him even realising it. His eyes trailed down from her face down to her bent over body. The white fabric of her skirt rose up slightly, almost giving him the bittersweet view of her wet core. He wanted to touch her so badly that he had to ball his hands into fists to stop himself from grabbing her and fucking her right there on the spot.
What Grayson didn’t know was that Y/N wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact, she wanted it more than he did. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins as she could feel the cool air brushing up her skirt, meeting her drenched pussy. The fact that Grayson could be welcomed with the sight of her gillnetting lips caused her to jolt up, but then she remembered why she didn’t wear underwear. It wasn’t specifically for him to have a glance. But if he saw, then she honestly wouldn’t mind.
And with that, Grayson made a bold move which he contemplated for the past few minutes while gawking at her. It had two possible outcomes; she would either slap him or reciprocate. He honestly had no idea why he did it. Perhaps it was the unfulfilled childhood crush, or the way she looked with her eyes closed; so cute and tempting.
Grayson leaned down to her, slipping his tongue out to touch the cold running water.
Then, that was when he felt the tender touch of her lips against his tongue.
It was a shock to her, feeling the warmth of his touch on her, and it caused her eyes to open. She was faced with his heavy hazel eyes. The golden shimmer in them made him look so mesmerising, while the oranges and reds of the sky behind him made the scene so enthralling. The abrupt action made her melt into his mouth, the sweetness of his taste engulfed her senses and caused a wave of pleasure to course through her spine.
Grayson closed his eyes, tracing his tongue along her soft lips until she opened her mouth, accepting all of him. Their lips latched onto each other so delicately, sharing one kiss which completely and utterly consumed their minds. All it took was the feeling of his fingertips grazing her cheek to make her pull away. In that moment she shared with Grayson, she had completely forgotten about her boyfriend. It was like his lips freed her from all her worries. Yet, unfortunately, reality had to set in for her when her fantasy brushed her skin.
“Oh my God, I- I'm so sorry-” Honestly, Grayson felt guilty. He shouldn’t have acted so selfishly. The fact that she had a boyfriend didn’t even cross his mind. He felt embarrassed, his cheeks began to redden and he ran off just as she opened her mouth to say something.
She was stunned. Not by his actions, but how this man could completely rid her memories of Max in those moments of their lips touching. It was something that she wanted again, and she felt so guilty for enjoying the mere few seconds of it.
CRUSH
The music was blaring and Y/N didn’t know how much longer she could last. The musty smell of the sweaty bodies made her want to leave straight away, but somehow, she was still here. Perhaps it was just because she was looking for some fun, a cathartic release to free her from the stresses of the previous week. It was like her argument with max had completely slipped her mind throughout the few days. Maybe it’s because her mind was occupied by someone else. But right now, the deepness of her melancholy was so intense in her heart that it fuelled her body to keep squeezing past the sea of bodies, making her way to the basement.
She was the one that had wanted to resolve things actually, but she knew that this wasn’t the reason why she was so down. She told him that she needed space, which was true, yet she couldn’t help but think how Grayson was the main reason. It wasn’t as if their relationship was difficult recently, because it was, but the way Grayson made her feel in the few seconds he kissed her sent shocks of electricity down her spine. She felt more in that one kiss with Grayson than she had felt with Max.
She saw him just a few minutes ago, with his friends and having fun. Y/N was almost certain that other girls would try to flirt with him tonight - knowing that the fact that she wasn’t there with him was practically the same as breaking up to others. She couldn’t care less though, her relationship had been so bland recently.
Grayson was confused as to why he was here too. Parties had never really been his scene, yet he stayed because it was his house and his car was at the shop. Ethan would throw a party occasionally, but Grayson would always leave before any guests started arriving.
He just stayed there and huffed, looking all desolate. But in fact, all he could think about was Y/N.
He was sat on the couch downstairs, taking hits from the shared blunt that he had rolled himself. It was kind of a pain, sharing his own weed with people that he barely spoke to in school, but that was just how it went with parties. It wasn’t like Grayson always smoked, he did it on occasion if he was really stressed or needed to release his mind for a little while. People at parties like these always asked him to roll through, his fingers were just so ‘skilled’, they would say.
He let out a sigh, almost pushing himself up to leave until he spotted a pair of legs which made their way down the stairs. Y/N had just come in time, a gentle smile coming from his mouth as he watched her delicately place her footsteps closer to his figure.
But his smile was replaced by a small frown as he watched her plop herself down next to him, letting out a big sigh from her lips. It was like she had barely noticed him, but she did.
“You okay.” He was genuinely concerned for her. Seeing her like this broke his heart a little and he was afraid to admit it.
“Yeah.”
“You sure? You look a little-”
“Yep, fine Grayson.” Her voice snapped and at that point, he knew that he should stop.
Now she felt mad. Not at him, but herself. Her emotions were so intense and all over the place. She was still thinking about her relationship with Max, contemplating whether or not she should just end it with him altogether.
He should have been embarrassed to talk to her after what happened a couple days ago, yet his mind was a little hazy. Grayson was passed the blunt and took a puff. He wasn’t sure if he should offer it to her too, but she took it out of his hands before he could turn to her. She was s desperate to find something that could make her feel anything other than miserable.
He watched her, a little amused, against the changing colours of the lights above them. The music was far less harsh than it was upstairs. They had their own music down here to set the tone. The soft sound of Kid Cudi played within the ambiance of the misty room. It was a whole different mood down here, far more relaxed.
Her lips let out the smoke slowly, catching the attention of Grayson.
“I didn’t know you smoked,”
“I usually don’t, only on special occasions.” This caused Grayson’s eyebrows to raise. Who knew that she would be the one to try stuff like this.
“Yeah? What’s the occasion?” His voice was low, raspy almost.
“Celebrating my freedom I guess? I think I’m going to end it with my boyfriend.” She had no expression on her face as the words slipped from her tongue. Grayson was the opposite, his eyes grew wide and his posture was stiff.
“Oh- you okay?”
Y/N turned to him, eyes now fixed on his. His face, eyes specifically, always used to calm her down when they were younger. And now that they were older, she could see the slight tinge of lust that was spread across his iris’.But she tried to ignore it.
For the next few hours, they talked and talked. From their deepest insecurities to she littlest things like their favourite colours. His was green and hers was yellow. It was like they’ve never really disconnected from each other, like they were never strangers for the past few years.
They didn’t know how their conversation turned into some sort of confession game, but somehow, it did.
“Nope, not even one.” Her smile was wide as she let out a small laugh.
“Seriously?”
Honestly, they’d never been able to disclose to someone so quickly. This topic was very private, yet there they were, rambling about their sex lives and the orgasms they’ve shared with their previous partner. Perhaps it was the drugs, but there was a thick sexual tension between them.
Grayson let out a heavy cloud of smoke and passed the disappearing blunt to Y/N. He tried hard not to get turned on by her, but the sight of her lips wrapping around the blunt and the way she let out the smoke out – slightly hollowing her cheeks – made his cock rise. It seemed as though each in passing moment he would discover something else that he admired from her. Right now, it was the way her eyes glimmered against the lights, how they radiated delight from the simplest action of opening her eyes. He felt loopy at this point, completely entranced by her, while the subtle lyrics of Crush by Cigarettes After Sex made her body gently sway to the rhythm.
He could hardly make out the other bodies amongst the growing mist of the room. It was nice though, the changing colours of the lights softened from purples to reds and eventually made its way round the rainbow. And within the haze, he didn’t realise that her eyes were on him. Set on the way he would repeatedly clench his jaw and how his eyebrows would furrow when he did so. He was completely
beautiful and she let out a sigh. The atmosphere accumulated bliss in her stomach, making its way in between her thighs which caused her to shift, catching his attention.
“Mmm, I love this song so much.” She said as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back in bliss. This was so relaxing for her. The sativa made her head rush with all kinds of thoughts and she felt a sudden burst of energy which she adored.
“I wanna fuck your love slow,” soft whispers escaped her mouth as she sang, “catch my heart go swim.” She was grinning up at the ceiling, amused by the sense of paradise she felt in this basement. Then, she turned to him. “Feel your lips crush-”
She was met with the predatory eyes of Grayson. His eyes were almost black and his mouth was slightly agape, accentuating the plumpness of his lips. She didn’t realise how much the lyrics affected him so much. He was familiar with the song yet the lyrics that she uttered made his whole body shiver. Those words coming from her lips caused his mind to conjure things that would either make her shiver with delight or push him away.
But, realising that he would always became bold in her presence, and he accepted that. With his eyes roaming her lips, he leaned forward to her soft aura. When he was only a mere centimeter from her lips, he stopped and let his hot breath mingle with hers. They were so close that their skin tingled at the anticipation of each other’s touch.
“Can’t wait to feel your love inside me now,” Y/N sang to the song, making eye contact with him. And that was when he knew that they were more than song lyrics to her. It was an invitation, a request for him to touch her. It made his throat hitch, the sight of her peering up at him, but nonetheless, he was content to see her like this.
And so, he closed the gap between them and touched her lips with his. It was soft and tender, their mouths opened to latch onto each other. They made it slow and sensual, their tongues not yet slipping out. Their bodies were filled with shocks laced with an eclectic urgency, it was as though their bodies were waiting for something like this – a deep connection which threaded them together for years.
“You want to go upstairs?” She proposed with wide eyes.
“Uh-”
“Just for some more privacy… I don’t really want any of Max’s friends catching me with someone right now.” She desired him so badly, to have him inside her slowly, giving her the orgasm that Max could never deliver. But, she knew that it would be too abrupt, so she kept her intentions purely for exchanging conversation.
Grayson lead her to his bedroom, closing the door lightly and turning to see her as beautiful as ever. The warm light of his bedside lamp illuminated her soft looking skin. She was sat on his bed, eyes looking so adorable looking up at him like that.
It took them a moment to start their conversation. It was about their plans for the summer. They learned that they wouldn’t really be doing much, how they were just thinking of staying home and relaxing. They talked and talked, their backs against the headboard and their legs were so close to touching. The blunt had given them a high but now, they became tired. And as their discussions became nothing but soft utterances slipping from their mouths, their eyes began to flutter shut, their heads began to droop down and lean against each others.
It was only until the bedroom door barged open, revealing a stranger's surprised expression. Both Grayson and Y/N jumped up, but their bodies softened until the unfamiliar face mumbled a quick ‘sorry’ before shutting the door again.
“I should go-”
“Wait-” Grayson sounded a little too desperate with his words. He tried to conjure something up in his mind, an excuse for her to stay a little longer, but with a big sigh, he stared at her with defeat. “Uh, nevermind. Make sure you’re safe okay?”
“Sure.”
He was fuming, completely and utterly frustrated with himself. He knew that the moment that she stepped out that door, she’d completely forget about him and the few hours they spent with each other. The lack of time didn’t diminish the shared thoughts and the feelings of increased heart rate that they shared though. All he could think about was her. And he knew that he would be the last thing on her mind when she left.
But, the thoughts that he had about her were wrong. He was all she could think about. How he would stare at her with those kind eyes. They were glistening but she could see the slight cloudiness in his eyes, which she knew was from lust.
It was in her eyes too. The way that she had to push against the crowded rooms and heavy bodies somehow heightened her lust for her loveliest friend. Then her mind lingered on the feeling of his lips on hers; how he just...did it. So, without hesitation, she turned around and walked across the house and back to his bedroom door. But first, she walked down to the basement and took a freshly rolled blunt.
Her eyes widened at his naked chest in front of him, inches away from her face. With her mouth agape, she dared herself to tilt her head up to meet his dark gaze.
“You know, I never realised how much I missed you Gray.” She could hear his breath in the air.
“Yeah?”
It surprised him when she held her hand out, a blunt placed in her small palm. She was smirking now, knowing damn well that he couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend even more time with her. It was so clear in her mind now. She wasn’t cocky but she knew that he needed her as much as she needed him.
Her stomach lurched as she observed his half-naked body lighting the blunt and placing it in his lips. Oh, how his lips would just wrap around it so perfectly. Maybe it was the overwhelming amount of lust, but she could just imagine his lips wrapped around her clit like that, so secure. And when his cheeks hollowed - oh wow - he got more appealing after each passing moment. She saw how his eyes would track her every move, every single thing.
She sat on the bed once again, on the same position as before, with her back against the backboard and her legs stretched out in front of her. And with that, Grayson followed her to the bed but sat in front of her as he reached over to pass her the sativa.
He watched her use her plump lips. So tender.
That was when she crawled to him, smiling and all, to blow out the smoke right in his face.
“Remember that one time when we would pretend to smoke with those candy sticks and your mom caught us.” She giggled, inching closer to his face.
“Yeah”, chucking, “but look at us now.” He didn’t want to show it, but the fact that she could remember their old times made his heart skip a beat.
At first glance, she hadn’t realised the small row of cameras that were nestled between the abundance of gold trophies. There were Polaroids and film cameras that were the type you see in old movies. She could remember their talks about how he wanted to become a photographer, how he asked her to be a part of a shoot. And she could remember the disappointment in his face when she would rain check every time single time. So without thinking, she reached up for the shelf above his head and took the camera down.
What Y/N didn’t realise was that Grayson could see the sliver of flesh from her rising shirt. Ever so slightly, he could see the red string of her underwear placed on her hips. That was when the sudden rush to his cock began to quicken as it stirred and stirred in his pants.
It was an uneasy push of lust for both of them when Y/N realised what exactly she had done. It added to their desire for each other which fueled them to keep on going, whatever this was. She couldn’t help but think about what was on his mind as she faced him with a Polaroid camera in her hand, observing his pink cheeks and tinted lips.
“You still do photography, Gray?”
“I haven’t taken a picture in months. Girls really don’t take jocks seriously when I ask if I could do a photo shoot with them.”
Y/N frowned and tilted her head to the side. How could anyone want to reject him? He’d seemed like the perfect guy for pretty girls.
“Here”, she handed him the camera. “Take a few of me. I’ll take you seriously.” A giggle flew out of her heavenly mouth still trying to get over the fact that she just flashed her lace thong. But within the misty fog in her mind, she had only been thinking about his bulge. How his jeans would wrap it up so tight as he stood towering over the bed. It was desperation that ran through her blood and she didn’t know if it was for his cock or his lips.
The flash of the camera made her sight go loopy for a second but his grin was almost brighter. He stared down at the developed photo of her messy hair and pleading eyes. It was so erotic yet so innocent and it made his spine tingle.
The sativa in her system almost made things seem like they were in slow motion. She felt like a ghost with how light her felt whenever she moved and it made this whole thing more enjoyable.
Flashes of light and film encouraged Y/N to keep going. His tender voice would direct her flow but he loved how her movements were so organic as she faced the camera, lying down on the bed beneath him. All she could do was watch him as put his eye to the camera, admiring how his face would scrunch up when he did so.
He could see her through the lens, finger ready to press the button until she bought her hands down to the hem of her shirt. Another flash went by and his jaw was open from the sight in front of him. Her red lace looked perfect on her skin and her breasts were the perfect shapes.
“Y/N-”
“Keep going Gray.”
He obeyed and shot her angelic body with his Polaroid. She found him gulping when she would crawl over to him, eyes glossy and lips tilted upwards.
And just like the glorious day where they felt each other's lips for the first time, Grayson felt a sudden jolt of courage. So, with this new found confidence he leaned into her, so much closer than before. No, he didn’t kiss her, but he took his hand and held her face in his palm, using his thumb to trace over her soft lips.
“Pretty.” He couldn’t help but let out the word of endearment slip from his tongue as he observed her, eyes fixated on her lips.
“You think my lips are pretty?” She laughed softly but she stared at him, eyes hazy and heart racing.
“I think all of you is pretty.”
Now, it was Y/N’s turn to have a sudden flush run through her body. She had never caught feelings for a man so quickly. But maybe, she’d always known. Maybe it was always Grayson that she thought about during those long nights with Max. It was Grayson that was always there, at the back of her mind when she’d touch herself right after she left those unsatisfying nights with Max.
The next thing they knew, their lips collided once again, feeling the tenderness of each other’s movements against their own. His fingertips met her cheek as they both inched closer to each other until she was on top of him, sitting up against the headboard.
He couldn’t believe this, the connection of their lips and the way her mouth opened to let out soft moans; it was heavenly to him - she was heavenly - but before he knew it their bare chests were rubbing up against each other and his hands were holding down her waist. It was as if he was so entranced by her that he didn’t realise that their clothes were off, which left them in just their underwear.
He could feel her small hands trace along the crevices of his back, their lips still one with each other. She began to trail her fingernails against his skin as soon as she felt his tongue dive deeper into her mouth. And that’s when he began to whimper, so desperate for her touch - desperate to feel her around his aching cock.
“Mmm, Gray.” He was sucking on her neck now, breathing in her sweet scent of peach and honey.
She thought about it. Maybe her boyfriend was downstairs probably looking for her. Maybe he wasn’t, but the taste of his sweet lips caught her in some kind of spiral. At that moment she knew that she was always his; despite the years of silence shared between them and the innocent glances across the halls, they both knew that they’d never really been separated fully.
Y/N’s soft hands trailed over his hair, pulling on them as she adjusted herself on his lap, straddling him, and began to pull his jeans down.
“I don’t think I’ve ever stopped thinking about you, Gray.” It was unexpected, but she needed to get this off her chest. Perhaps it was the drugs but she knew that it was true.
“You’re my girl. You always were.” And now it was Grayson’s turn to free his tongue. He didn’t really know where it came from, maybe it was the sativa too, but he just wanted to call her his.
And with that, she began to grind her wetness on his thigh. He could feel the pool of lust dripping from her underwear and it was so hard to control himself. To keep himself from lifting her up and fuck her against the wall.
Little whimpers trailed from her mouth and her eyebrows furrowed at the pleasure of his thick thigh. One of his hands was rested on her hip, so close to her thong, and the other was caressing her lips. The pad of his thumb glided over her lips as she opened her mouth to let out louder moans.
“Say it.”
He saw her eyes darken but her expression turned into a frown.
“Tell me that I was always yours. But if you do I promise you that I’ll make you cum as much as I can.” His hot, wet mouth trailed over her neck, “Fuck you however you want, YN.”
She just looked at him in awe. So struck by his words and the way his eyes were glossed over with a darker tint. He was using his index and middle finger to trail the skin of her mouth. Suddenly, he felt the warm wetness of her mouth on his skin and his eyes grew wide. She was sucking and licking as she moaned, feeling her pussy drip against his thigh.
Her head tilted back as she pressed herself harder onto him, feeling the folds of her pussy gliding over his tattoos.
He could feel the stickiness on his skin and her little squeal, knowing that she’d just came. He felt how her thighs would squeeze him and it made him growl into her neck.
She was so overcome with pleasure. She’d never felt anything like it. She had never once came with Max yet Grayson made her gush just buy the touch of his thigh.
“I’m yours Grayson,” her breath was erratic, “I was always yours.”
“Yeah?”
He took her mouth in his. Their tongues were so needy for each other as the kiss deepened.
Y/N used her hands to trail over his hardened cock, feeling the length of his desire. It sprang up when she pulled down his Calvins; it made her mouth water and she wanted to lick it so badly. The tip was pink and so ready to be sucked. The veins and the way it was so hard made her mouth water. But as she leaned down, he took her chin to bring it up to his face.
“I want to feel you cum on my dick like you just did on my thigh.”
And so he lined himself up with her entrance, wetness trickling down her pussy onto the tip.
The first stroke caused them both to growl in unison. The flood of his thickness in her tight cunt made her eyes roll back and her mind to become even more hazy. She began her slow movements, up and down the length of his girth. She could feel the ridges of his veins and the sight of his closed eyes and open mouth caused her to fasten her pace slightly.
Y/N nuzzled her head into his warm neck, letting out whimpers as she gripped her thighs lightly in his hands, guiding her hips so he could feel all of her warmth. So tight.
Their breaths mingled as he took one hand to grasp her cheeks and bring her face to his. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were pleading. As he took in her mouth, he could feel her moans trying to escape his lips which sent vibrations down all the way to his cock.
As her pace increased, and their moans got louder. She could feel her pussy get fucked so well and she was about to burst right onto his cock. His thighs were slapping and a generous coat of her wetness covered them already.
So deep. His length was stretching her so well, the feeling almost painful but she loved it. The way he would let out a small groan with each mouthwatering thrust made her body hot, sweat dripping from her head already.
She felt like she shattered. Once her orgasm washed over her, she couldn’t feel anything apart from the intense gush coming from her pussy. She could feel the rush in her stomach, the sweet stir of her insides as she flowed onto him.
Grayson wanted nothing more than this. To feel her hot pussy cum right on him.
“Yeah? You cumming on me Y/N? How good does that feel? Tell me how much you love this.”
Her legs were shaking yet he still lifted her up and down onto his cock, wanting to feel every spasm and clench of her delicious pussy. He could feel her convulse onto him as she let out loud squeals.
“I- fuck- feels so good, Gray.” Oh, how her tremulous voice was like music to his ears! He wished that he could just listen to her try to create full sentences with that shakiness in her voice.
He kept her still for the next few seconds though, not knowing how much she could take but wanting to find out exactly what could have her begging for him to stop. He wasn’t kidding about his desire to make her cum and he knew that she knew that.
As she began to calm down, she went to lift herself off his cock, he kept his hands on her thighs to keep himself inside her. She opened her mouth to protest but he beat her to it.
“I want you to touch yourself, Y/N, right here on my cock.”
She was about to protest, knowing she’d make a mess of herself, but she didn’t. Her fingers trailed down to her core and started to rub her core.
He could just imagine having her pink little clit in his mouth. He wanted to taste her so desperately but her needy little whines made his dick twitch inside her.
For Y/N it was so hard trying to stop herself from pacing up and down. But the fact that he was already so deep inside her whilst her clit was being stimulated made her toes curl. Grayson put his hot mouth onto her tits and sucked tenderly on her nipples, tracing the nub with his wet tongue while he used his hand to cup the other.
She almost heaved at the tingles she felt. Her head tilted back and her fingers became weak at his touch. She began to slow down her actions and he could tell. So without hesitation, he shoved her hand away from her entrance and looked her in the eyes.
She opened her mouth for him once again, letting his fingers slip in while she sucked lightly, using her tongue to swirl around the length of them. Then he lowered his arm and used his digits, covered in her wetness, and spread the pads of his fingers along her slit. He went from her entrance - which still had his cock inside her - to her swollen clit.
He could tell she was enjoying every moment of it; the raw flesh of his cock deliciously deep inside her and the feeling of his fingers rubbing up her sensitive pussy. He moaned at the sight of her. And he could feel the tremble of her thighs on his skin. As he began to rub faster he could feel her clenching around his cock, feeling the overwhelming amount of pleasure that was disposed on her pussy.
Grayson found it hard to control himself. To keep himself from turning her over and pounding her into the mattress, but he knew she was close and how he would soon get to feel her release onto his cock.
“That’s right,” he whispered in her ear as her whimpers resonated throughout the room while he pinched her clit and applied more pressure. “Fucking cum around my cock again, Y/N, I know you can do it, baby.”
That was when she lost it. The beautiful convulsions of her pussy against his cock almost made him cum too, but not yet. He could feel the stream of her cum covering his dick so delightfully. She buried her head inside her neck and bit down on his shoulders, tasking the thin layer of sweat that sit on top of his skin. She had so much that she wanted to take him out, but he slammed her hips down onto him, wanting to feel every last clench of her quivering pussy.
“Mmm, so beautiful.” He let her slip off his cock and ran his hands all over her body. From the valley of her breasts to her creamy thighs.
When he flipped her over, she couldn’t help but let out a little squeal. The grin on her face caused his eyes to deepen in colour because he’d never seen anything quite as beautiful as Y/N, especially when she smiled. He kissed her one last time then kissed a trail from her neck to her breasts, wishing that he could just spend hours cupping and licking on her perfect tits. But with that, he pecked down her stomach, stopping at her hip to lick down to the top of her thigh.
Y/N just couldn’t keep still. She was so sensitive from her last orgasms but Grayson loved the sight of her trembling legs. He spread her thighs wide apart, and put his face so close to her core, fanning his hot breath on her skin.
“Such a pretty pussy, Y/N, so beautiful.” It looked untouched, so flawless and it was just for him. He was so desperate to feel her cum on his mouth, but he didn’t know where to start. Lick her entrance? Fuck her with his tongue? He wanted everything to be perfect for her.
And so he began with sucking on her swollen clit, knowing the sensitivity would make her writhe and arch her back. Her mouth opened and let out echoing moans. She wanted to shut her legs shut but Grayson was gripping them, even spreading them wider.
His cock was begging to be wrapped up in her pussy again, but he was far too focused on making Y/N feel as much pleasure as possible. He began to use his tongue to glide through her folds, breathing and leaving his lingering breath on her wetness. Grayson loved the feeling of her against his tongue, her sweet taste with her little moans drove him insane.
He was practically making out with her pussy, using his lips to suck lightly and his tongue to swirl around her clit. She could feel her orgasm inching closer again, hearing him moan and growl against sending vibrations to her stomach - where she could feel the pleasure building and waiting for it to crumble.
Y/N could hear the gentle smacking noises coming from his lips and she couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure that she received. Even though he was only sucking and licking the surface, she could still feel him inside her because she knew for a fact that he stretched her out so well.
Grayson’s arms went to grab under her thighs, bringing her pussy closer to his face. He could also feel her thighs a lot more and he knew that she was close once again.
She let out a string of cuss words as she released all over his waiting mouth. Her stomach clenched as well as her pussy. Her thighs shook and trembled around his face and he was delighted. He wanted to savor this moment but he had to act quickly.
In the midst of her earth-shattering orgasm, Grayson had jumped up and thrust inside her again, feeling the tight clenching of her pussy as she began to scream now. Back arching and mouth wide open at the feeling of his cock inside her mid-orgasm.
For Grayson, it was an unreal feeling. So tight and warm and now dripping even more. His face was contorting as he could feel himself about to release.
“Fuck, can I cum inside you?” His breaths were labored as he nuzzled his face into her neck. He knew damn well that she was still gushing over him, but he loved to hear her shaky voice.
“Yes! G-grayson!”
The stimulation was too much to handle. He didn’t even let her finish cumming before he began to pound her. She could feel him graze the perfect spot inside her. But then, when his fingers went to rub on her pink little clit again, she couldn’t help but let out a scream as she hit another tsunami of pleasure. Her eyes shut tightly and her mouth was open so wide her jaw hurt.
Seeing her like this, so flustered and sticky and wet and glistening, made him shoot string after string of cum inside her. He could feel it mingling with her own cum, his thighs, and pelvis all viscous from all her cum.
She loved the feeling of his cum inside her, she could feel it shoot inside and oh fuck, did it feel satisfying.
He pulled out, watching their cum trickle out of her pussy. The creamy mess delighted him. Grayson looked up to see her eyes glossy with tears, red cheeks which were stained by her eyes made him frown. But it was only until she tilted her lips up to a smile did he relax and plop himself down next to her. He was caressing her cheek and wiping her tears off.
He kissed her so tenderly, so gently because he knew that she’d had enough, although, he knew he wanted nothing more than to deliver another orgasm to her.
They laid there, staring deep into each other’s eyes, feeling the same thing when listening to Cigarettes After Sex. The song could evoke such emotion, something that they’d never experienced, which lead them to the pure bliss of eachother’s company once again.
