alright ALRIGHT it’s happening idk what this is but here we go
inspired by this beautiful gif of grayson by @graysonsbailey, which you can reblog/like here
It was warm in Jersey now, but that was about it when it came to change. The bedroom arrangements had stayed the same, much to Grayson’s annoyance. Sure, he’d agreed to the laundry room during quarantine. It made sense - Kristina was there, and he wanted to give her and Ethan the space.
But things had changed. It wasn’t just the three of them who had flown home to Jersey for the week - now, there were four.
“C’mon, it’s her first time in Jersey bro. I want it to be good,” Grayson had pleaded with Ethan.
“Gray, bro we already have our stuff in there that we left behind. The bed in the laundry room is fine.”
“Then you can sleep in it.”
“No.”
That didn’t stop Grayson from trying. He pestered and pestered his brother all the way to the front porch of Lisa’s house until you finally stepped in.
“Gray, baby, it’s fine. We have a bed to sleep in, I don’t care where it is.”
He frowned.
“It’s literally next to the washer.”
“Good, it’ll smell like fabric softner,” you teased, perking up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “And, it’s further from your mom’s room,” you added at a whisper, smiling at the blush it brought to his cheeks. And so, you followed him upstairs to the laundry room, finding a corner for your suitcase to live for the next several days.
You saw nothing of that room for the rest of the afternoon. You were too busy letting him show you around his home, his Jersey. The woods he ran through as a kid, his old neighborhood, his school, his dad’s school. He walked you through the garden, a childlike excitement on his face when he found all the veggies and asked his mom what he was allowed to eat.
You didn’t need anything else - you didn’t want for anything else other than being by his side. The evening came on quick, bringing dark clouds with it that began the rain that forced everyone inside. It worked out well - everyone helped prep dinner inside, squeezing in around the table with close elbows as you all passed bowls of vegan goodness back and forth.
Everyone ate until they were satisfied, Grayson leaning back in his chair with a hand over his swollen tummy with a smile. You understood what he meant about Lisa’s cooking after that night, with a full stomach and a warm heart.
The storm picked up outside, thunder rumbling in the distance that somehow made the house cozier and darker. It wasn’t long before everyone was excusing themselves upstairs for showers with warm covers and privacy on their minds after the long day.
The bathroom upstairs was a revolving door as everyone got through their routines as quickly as they could. You were the last one, signaled in by your wet-haired, fresh boyfriend smiling in the doorway.
“I put your shampoo and stuff in there out of the bag,” he said. You just hovered close to him for a moment, breathing him in as he wrapped his arms around you.
“Thanks,” you mumbled against his chest, relaxing into him.
“Hurry back,” he whispered before letting you go.
You were thankful for the seemingly massive water heater that allowed you a solid 10 minutes to wash the day off of you, the thought of Grayson waiting for you making you speed up. You barely bothered with your hair, only brushing your teeth and throwing on a t shirt and shorts before you were headed back to the laundry room.
The rain was pelting against the window, but you hardly noticed. Grayson had brought the softest blanket from downstairs up to the mattress, and he immediately lifted it up when he saw you.
“C’mere.”
You pulled the door closed, quickly shimming out of your shorts before you climbed in next to him. The mattress was chilly, seeing that Grayson had cracked the window to help keep the airflow moving. So it was automatic to move towards him, to slot yourself up against his side. He hummed, wrapping his right arm around your shoulders to hold you against him as you wrapped a leg around his waist.
“Hi,” you said, breathing slowly and closing your eyes, melting into his hold. You felt safe, and warm, and loved in the way he held you, pressed his lips to your forehead gently in featherlight kisses.
“Good day?” His voice was already gruff, barely loud enough to hear over the drops of rain on the roof above them.
“The best day.”
You wiggled yourself up enough to get your lips on his, nails scratching over his beard gently until you could bring his face to yours. He obliged you, lips warm and velvet soft against yours as you fell into a rhythm, familiar but somehow still just as exciting every time.
One of his hands moved up, brushing your hair back out of your face and stopping at the back of your head, holding you to him as he deepened the kiss, breathing you in and wrapping you up as best he could. He didn’t have to do much; you were happy to reach around to his back, pull yourself up against him and hold him there. It was moments like those you couldn’t really fathom how he was yours.
“Love you,” you murmured into him, humming when he pulled you somehow closer, encompassing you entirely.
“Love you baby.”
You weren’t sure when you stopped kissing, but eventually you found yourself curled up against his chest as he arranged the blanket over the both of you, holding each other through the Jersey rain until the morning.
A/N: So uh- surprise! Lol I didn’t plan on posting this but I wrote it a long time ago and I haven’t posted in awhile so- also it’ll be a few before I post another story because I’m working on some really long plots rn. I made this so that if you want this to be Grayson-it’s Grayson but if you want it to be Ethan- it’s Ethan. Also this is inspired by Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish
Word Count: I actually don’t know but it’s pretty short
Tag List: @episkygrant @georgia302 @pursuit-ofhappiness @persistence-ofmemories @pineappledols @fangdolan @cherryaestheticss (if anyone ever wants to be tagged please please please let me know 🥺 it makes me so happy when y’all ask)
Gif Credit: @vintagedolan absolutely amazing and thank you for making this gif for me
(Yes it is Ethan in the gif but no this story is not specifically about him :))
How I hate your ocean eyes.
The way they always turned bright blue like the clear ocean of summer whenever tears fell from them.
The way every time you stared it felt as though we were the only ones here, the only ones that mattered.
I hate how I fell into your ocean eyes.
You drowned me in your sweet innocent eyes like a rip current casts someone to sea.
I was lost in the oceans captured in your naturally beautiful face.
They always haunted me in my dreams, until one day.
When he came.
With his dark hazel swirls of complicated greens and brown.
They remind me of a forest, filled with light and hope.
His deep eyes; they held so many secrets, ones he wanted to share with me, unlike the way you kept things from me.
He made me forget about you, with his mesmerizing eyes.
When he doesn’t sleep next to me, your eyes still haunt me.
That’s why I asked him to never leave.
And he stayed.
I get to look into his hazel eyes everyday.
The warmness of them makes me feel safe. And loved.
Something your cold blue eyes never made me feel.
I never have to look at those icy blue eyes that shot daggers at me. Ever again.
He will always protect me from you, in life and in sleep.
I don’t even know what to call this lmao, but here’s your continuation of this blurb based on the gif above :)
warning: smut :’)
“Shoes on or off?”
“On,” you hummed, curious to see how it would play out with you in heels. If Grayson swallowing hard enough for you to see it was any indication, it was probably the right decision, and once again, you felt the warmth of confidence spread through you again. It was reassuring in a way, to know that you had the same effect that he so obviously had on you.
He kept walking you backwards until your calves hit the bed. Usually, this would be the point where you fell back onto the mattress, and Grayson fell on top of you. But, he made a spur of the moment decision and pulled you forward to kiss you hard, keeping you standing there in your heels for a moment longer.
“I have an idea.”
“I’m listening,” you mumbled, already a bit breathless just from anticipation alone.
“You wanna feel sexy right?”
It seemed almost childish for him to say it so outright, but there was nothing childish about the way his thumb was brushing across your lace covered boob, tickling over your nipple that was just barely hidden away.
“Yes.”
“Well. When do you feel sexiest?”
“Gray.”
“I’m serious, I wanna know!” He took in your blush and your hesitation with a soft smile. “Here, I’ll start. But let me do something really quick.”
You frowned a bit at the loss of contact when he stepped away, but it was only to turn the lights off and turn the LEDs under his bed on - a new addition to the bedroom that he was rather proud of. And it was no surprise that he left them on red - it made the dark green of the wall wash black, along with the lace and straps against your skin. He came back over to you, devilishly close, and placed a hand on your waist as his fingers traced over the silky strap of your garter belt. It was a delicate thing - one of his fingertips was wider than it was - but he didn’t show any sign of wanting to take it off of you. His eyes just traveled over you, every curve shown off in the red lights as he spoke.
“I feel sexiest when...” He traced his hand up, over your side and back up to your boob, with just enough contact for your body to shudder. “...when I make your body react like that. Or when you say my name when you cum. Just...you. Getting you worked up, it makes me feel good, like I’m doing something right.”
If his words weren’t so filthy that they went straight to your panties, they may have actually been sweet. But he knew exactly what he was doing, from the tenor of his voice to the way his hands have traveled from the belt down to your ass, hands spreading wide over the flesh. It had your entire body buzzing already, and it didn’t help matters that he leaned in and nipped at your ear, breath hot against your neck.
“What about you, hmmm? What does it for you baby, tell me.”
As if it wasn’t hard enough to get your answer together, he pressed kisses down your shoulder and back up to your neck as he waited for you to find your words.
“When you cum fast. Or when I can tell you’re trying not to, but you want to.”
“You make my job very hard,” he hummed, unable to stop himself from interrupting. Every word you were saying went straight to his dick, and it took all his self control to stay still. You were in the same boat when he leaned back up and you looked down, saw the ridges of his abs contrasted in the red, saw the way he was tenting his boxers.
“And when you can’t keep your hands off me, no matter where we are.”
At that he groaned low in his chest, thumbs tracing over the vertical straps that sat snug over your ass cheeks, up and down. If he moved any further forward he’d realize you were practically dripping for him already, and you bit your lip at the thought. Sure, you and Grayson always had your fair share of foreplay, but this? This was something else.
“What else, tell me.” If you could have seen his eyes in the lighting, his pupils would have been blown wide open.
“When you talk to me, tell me how I make you feel. Lets me know when I’m doing a good job.” That one, for some reason, made you blush the hardest. Maybe because of the cheeky smile that stretched across his lips.
“You always do a good job baby. Trust me on that one,” he teased, finally kissing you again, apparently satisfied with your answers. You couldn’t decide where to put your hands, so you settled for his sides, running your nails over his ribcage gently as he held your face with both his hands, pressing you to him as his tongue overtook yours.
You’d heard Grayson Dolan say a lot of dirty things in the bedroom. But god, were you woefully unprepared for what he said when he pulled his lips back from yours.
“Make me cum. I want you to see how fast you can make me cum.”
If you weren’t holding onto him, you probably would have fallen over. Never, not once, had he asked you for something like this. Usually the roles were entirely reversed, and it lit a fire in you that you didn’t know you had the embers for.
With a sudden burst of confidence you spun the two of you around, pushing on his chest until he fell back against the mattress, the way you usually did. Now, you could understand why he always paused for a moment, why he looked you over so heavily when he had you like this. He looked blissful, beautiful, godly laid out there before you, even when he bridged his hips up to free himself of his boxers.
There was no time for teasing, not when he’d asked you so outright for what he wanted, and what you wanted. So, you immediately crawled up to him, getting your waist level with his before you swung a leg over. It took a moment of maneuvering but you did your best to make it quick, lifting up enough to get his dick lined up and your panties pushed far enough to the side to accommodate him.
He sucked in a breath through his teeth as soon as your hand wrapped around him, and there was something deliciously dirty about the fact that the first thing that felt how wet you were was the head of his dick.
“Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” he groaned as you started to sink down onto him. You didn’t bother with trying to get to your feet - the heels probably would have made it impossible anyways. You knew he liked having you pressed up against him in any way that he could, especially like this. So you stayed down, knees digging into the mattress as you braced your hands on his chest for a moment, sinking down until you could feel his balls against your ass.
And then, you were moving. Grinding, bouncing, figure 8′s above him as you tried to get him to the edge as fast as you could, watching his face as you moved, the way his eyes would scrunch up for a moment before his mouth fell open and his whole torso arched and squirmed under your hands.
“Jesus you’re gonna make me cum, fuck baby, fuck yeah,” he could barely get enough breath in to speak, his hands uselessly grabbing at your moving hips, garters tickling against his forearms as his fingers found the flesh between the belt and your thong.
To your surprise, your rapid pace was doing the trick for you too, though that was your last priority. It might have had more to do with the fact that your boyfriend was a mumbling mess below you after about 30 seconds, but either way, you felt that tightening in your tummy, the moment of numbness that you knew would break into something overwhelming
“Don’t stop, please fuck don’t stop,” he whined, urging you forward as you folded forward against him, let him wrap his arms around you as you bounced on him, slick sounds and heavy breathing filling the room until he was squeezing you, so tight it almost hurt, the same way your walls were squeezing him. And that was his downfall - a minute in and he was undone, shooting inside of you like it was the last thing he’d ever do.
You came down together, with you sliding up just far enough to kiss him, breathy and messy as you tried to recover, a thin sheen of sweat covering both of you.
“Holy shit. What was that, like a minute?”
“I’d say 45 seconds... 50 if I’m being generous,” you teased, smiling at the feeling of his chest moving as he laughed.
“Whatever, I don’t give a fuck if you’ll ride me like that every time,” he said, shaking his head up at the ceiling.
“You didn’t tear any fabric, I’m proud of you,” you giggled.
“Couldn’t. Want you to wear this thing every fuckin’ day.”
“Doubtful, I don’t have enough time to get in and out of this shit. Actually, I don’t even know how to get outta this thing,” you admitted with a laugh.
“Let’s go get cleaned up, I’ll help.”
You were right back to your casual selves as soon as he sat you down on your feet in the bathroom, both working in tandem and laughing as the other struggled to loosen the straps and finally get you out of the contraption. The heels were the best part, with you bracing against his shoulder while he fiddled with the tiny straps.
And when you were freshly showered and clad in one of his big t-shirts, it was obvious that he’d softened up just as much as you had, especially with the blue lights illuminating the room.
“You know, you’re just as sexy like this,” he hummed, rolling over to get closer you, pulling you against him before sneaking a hand under your shirt to cup one of your boobs.
“Right,” you laughed, shaking your head.
“i’m serious. I’ve got a thing for you in my shirts.”
“I wear your shirts all the time,” you countered.
“And?”
You just rolled your eyes and blushed, making a bit of a mental note to raid his wardrobe even more often than you already did.
“Thank you, for tonight.”
“I think I should be thanking you, but you’re welcome baby,” he smiled at you, moving his hand from your shirt to run along your cheek. You replayed the night in your head while you looked at him.
“What?”
“50 seconds huh. Is it like that every time? Like obviously you don’t actually cum that quick every time, but like... could you?”
Now, it was his turn to get embarrassed. He rolled over, practically on top of you as he buried his face in your neck.
“Maybe,” he muttered, making you laugh as you ran your fingers through his hair.
fun fact I wrote this and then tumblr DELETED IT :D but alas here it is again, inspired by that new pic of grayson cause I wanna hug him
photo creds to @hydrograyson who is wonderful, you should follow her if you aren’t!!
All he wanted was Chipotle. He thought it’d be nice to pick it up for the two of you, since it had been cold the last time they delivered it. Adele had insisted that she’d go, saying it was ‘part of her job’, but he refused, at least insisting on riding with her to pick it up.
Which was how he ended up parked on the curb, windows just light enough to be recognized through. The girl had been nice. Very nice actually, it wasn’t that. But as soon as she was headed back the way she came and the window was back up, he felt an uneasy pit in his stomach that persisted the whole drive home. Adele picked up on it and opted for the radio over conversation, hoping maybe it would be better by the time they got home.
You noticed as soon as he was through the door.
He walked straight to the counter and sat the bag down, leaving the top of it folded over. Any other day, he would have started unpacking it, probably offering you the half-empty chip bag with a sheepish smile.
“Hey,” you tried, unsurprised when he didn’t answer. He braced his hands on the edge of the counter. Adele made her exit quickly, giving you a little glance on her way down the hallway towards the office.
You stood with a sigh, moving over to your boyfriend and sliding the bag out of your way. You ducked under his stiff arm, filling the space in front of him and meeting his eyes. They were red, and you frowned.
“Hey,” you said again, raising a hand up to his cheek, running your fingers along the coarse hair of his beard that seemed to be growing faster than usual. “You’re okay.”
He knew your question, there was no reason to ask it. He’d tell you when he was ready. It took him a minute, and he rested some of the weight of his head into your palm before he sighed.
“A fan.”
You stiffened, eyebrows peaking as your protective instincts started to take over. He chuckled, turning his head to kiss your wrist in reassurance.
“She was fine. Nice actually.”
You relaxed a bit and waited for him to continue.
“I just know that picture is gonna be out there, and people are gonna wonder why I’m out doing stuff and not posting.” He looked down at you with sad eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to take all his worry away and make it your own.
“Baby, we talked about this. You’re allowed to take breaks.”
“I know, I know,” he said, but you both knew he didn’t believe it. He moved a hand to the hem of your shirt, wrapping and unwrapping it around his fingers.
“Everyone is allowed to take breaks from work. And for you, since your work is literally just you, it means disconnecting and leaving for a bit. And that’s okay. That’s healthy,” you explained, hoping it somehow got through to him.
“Yeah,” he murmured. Silence hung heavy for a moment, and you lifted your hands up around his neck, coaxing him to look at you.
“They’ll still be there. They still love you, and they’re smart. If you try to go back before you’re ready, they’re gonna see right through it. And that’s worse than just being gone for a little while. They’ll be okay, and they’ll be glad to have you back when you’re able to. Okay? You don’t owe anybody anything. You come first.”
His breath got a bit shaky, but his shoulders relaxed, and before you could move he had his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you and sitting you down on the counter. You knew what he wanted, so you wrapped your legs around his waist, engulfed him as much as you could. He sniffled when you pressed a kiss to his neck, and then he was lifting you again, carrying you with ease down the hallway as you held onto him.
He opened the door and kicked off his shoes, food long forgotten as he climbed into bed, sitting you down gently before he climbed on top of you, putting as much weight as he knew you were capable of withstanding.
You would have let him crush you if it would make him feel better. Instead, you wiggled down until his head was in the crook of your neck, cold nose against your jaw as you ran your hand through his hair, scratching gently.
“I love you,” he whispered, and you only squeezed him tighter to you, protecting him from every expectation he’d set on himself for a moment.
“Love you more,” you said, kissing his forehead. He shook his head against you and closed his eyes, letting himself be held by the girl he loved
“Nah, fuck this, bro! He shoulda just kept his fucking mouth shut if he was gonna pussy out. Pisses me the fuck off.”
Ethan sighed, looking over at Karoly and then at you, eyebrows raised. You knew what he wanted - he wanted you to calm his brother down, put your hands on his face, make him look at you in the eyes like you always did when he got worked up like this. You nodded at E, moving to where Grayson had paced off to, just off the gravel of the driveway, both boys right behind you.
You put one hand on his shoulder and felt his tense muscles relax at your touch.
“Sorry-”
“Don’t be. He’s a little bitch, and if you don’t call him out, I’m going to.”
Suddenly, 3 pairs of eyes were on you, incredulous. And then they were laughing, so loud that it bounced off the trees on the other side of the drive, filled the evening air.
“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” Grayson beamed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you up against him so he could kiss you hard. You melted into him for a moment but pulled back before you could get lost in it. You had a tendency to forget your surroundings when he kissed you like that, and you didn’t need the teasing from E and Ryan all night.
“C’mon, Ma said she stocked up on vegan ice cream before we came,” E mumbled, leading the way back to the house with quick strides, hoping to get back before it got dark.
Grayson held back a bit, arm snaking around your waist for a moment and then he paused, moving in front of you and crouching down. You weren’t sure why he loved to give you piggy back rides - it was just one of those things he thought was cute. So you happily jumped on, pressing a kiss to his cheek once you got settled with his hands under your thighs.
“I love you, you know that?”
“Love you more,” you hummed.
“Not possible.”
You just shook your head and kissed him again, loving the way his hands squeezed your thighs when you did.
“I really do wanna call him out you know, I wasn’t kidding,” you mumbled, resting your cheek on his shoulder as he walked, the crunch of the gravel below his feet louder than Ethan and Karoly’s conversation a few yards ahead.
“You can do whatever you want baby, but don’t feel like you have to. I’ll be fine.”
“But you were so excited,” you pouted. “You ordered mats and everything.”
“I know, but I can always send them back. It’s no big deal.”
“Don’t send them back, you and Ryan and E can still wrestle, it’ll just be for fun. I’d love to see you show off, even if it’s just at home. I was excited to see you train, see what you used to do.”
You could practically feel his chest puff up as you spoke and he craned his neck so he could see your face.
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah. Maybe you can teach me a few moves,” you grinned, moving to kiss him again. He stopped walking as you got the porch, deepening it again, swiping his tongue into your mouth as best he could from his angle.
“I can think of a few I could show you.” His tone dropped, and if you could have clenched your thighs together, you would have.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But, ice cream first so we don’t seem sus.”
“Ugh,” you grumbled, making him chuckle as he let you down, pressed a kiss to your temple and led you inside by the hand. Ethan already had your favorite flavor by the chair you usually sat in and he passed you a spoon, giving you a quick appreciative smile when you sat down.
Inevitably, the boys got into another middle school story, full of names you didn’t know and places you’d never been. You let them have their fun, spooning out bites of ice cream while you scrolled through twitter, seeing everyone’s chatter about Logan shit talking on his podcast.
It wasn’t that you wanted to see your boyfriend wrestle the prick - in fact, you knew you’d be nervous to see him in an actual match like that. But you’d watched him get so excited, so hyped up to get a chance to really get do the thing that he loved so much again, and you were seething that someone had gotten his hopes up just to back out.
You didn’t think much when you typed it out.
oh so we’re saying “more important things on the horizon” instead of “I’m scared as fuck” now?🤔 my b, I didn’t get that memo
You hit send on the tweet and locked your phone, moving back to your pint of ice cream and minding your own business. Eventually, both Grayson and Ethan’s phones buzzed - a text from other Ryan, in the group chat.
“10 points to Y/N for that subtweet.” He read. “What? What subtweet?”
Your eyes went wide and you simply took another spoonful of ice cream into your mouth, waiting for them to find it and read it.
Ethan found it first, and they all huddled around his screen to read, looking up at you with the same incredulous eyes as earlier.
“You’re a fuckin’ legend,” Karoly grinned, shaking his head as the twins mouths hung open. “You think he’s gonna say some shit back to you?”
“I’d like to see him fuckin’ say somethin to her, he won’t have fingers to type with,” Grayson puffed up again and you just grinned, putting the lid back on your pint and getting up to take it to the freezer.
“What would he even say though? I’m right, he’s just scared to embarrass himself.”
“Damn straight,” Ethan grinned, clapping Grayson on the back as he stood to follow you. You gave your goodnights before you headed upstairs and down the hallway to the bedroom. It was the new rule - whoever had their girlfriend with them in Jersey got the bedroom and the other twin got the laundry room.
You were particularly glad for the door, and more specifically the lock on it, which Grayson turned as soon as he followed you in and got it closed.
“C’mere.”
You didn’t have to - he pulled you to him before you could even move, holding your face with both hands and stepping to meet you so he could kiss you fully, roughly, your whole body already buzzing as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
His hands dipped down over your ass. “Jump,” he mumbled into your mouth, not willing to break away from you just yet. You obliged, grinning as he held you up by your ass, big hands kneading slow and deep as you licked into his mouth. He shifted you just barely, and you whimpered a bit when you felt how hard he was beneath you.
“Already?” You mumbled, ego swelling.
“Fuck yeah, don’t know why but that shit fucked me up baby,” he huffed, backing up and moving towards the bed and leaning over to lay you down gently. As soon as your legs were free of his waist he was tugging off his crewneck over his head and throwing it across the room.
“Thought you were gonna teach me some moves,” you teased, pretending to be unaffected just to spur him on. He’d find out just how wet you were in a few seconds, so you might as well have your moment of fun.
“Tomorrow. Or shit, round two, right now I just need to fuck you baby,” he explained, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. You reveled in the sight for the moment that you could, hard cock disappearing from view as he leaned over and hooked all his fingers into the waistband of your panties and leggings, pulling them all the way off in one swift motion.
He eyed your shirt for a minute and you got the memo, sitting up and stripping it off quickly. You barely had time to unclasp your bra before he was pushing on your legs, pulling them up and bending them to spread you open for him at the edge of the bed.
“You ready?”
“Fuck yeah baby,” you smiled at him, reaching up for his face. He slid his hands off your thighs but you held them where they were as he pushed in, the pinch of the stretch masked by the feeling of his sweet lips on yours when he leaned forward to kiss you.
He let out a sigh when he made it balls deep, and then he rolled his hips back only to snap them against you a moment later, so hard your whole body jolted.
“Fuck,” you groaned, already knowing that with him in that type of mood, you were in for at least two orgasms before he busted. He didn’t let up, keeping a relentless rhythm that had you biting down on his shoulder so you didn’t fully scream out his name for the whole house to hear.
But when he found just the right spot you couldn’t help but gasp, your back arching up against him, torso to torso as he railed into you over and over. You scratched down his back.
“Fuck, shit baby right there, right there right there,” you squeaked, every muscle tensing up as your orgasm hit, warm and fluttering for a moment before you started quivering with aftershocks.
“Fuck that was hot,” he groaned, giving you one more good stroke before he pulled out, leaving you much too empty.
“What-”
“Roll over,” he instructed. You did your best with your still-quivering legs, and he took your waist in his hands, flipping you the rest of the way over - whether it was from impatience or care, you couldn’t tell. But it didn’t matter, because he wasted no time in ducking down, wrapping an arm around your hips to lift them enough to shove a pillow underneath and prop them up for him.
You craned your neck back to see him, just quick enough to catch his wink before he pushed into you again, filling you back up in an entirely different way that already had your hands grasping at the comforter.
He was grunting and groaning so loud that you were sure the boys could hear, and you were also sure that he didn’t give a single fuck as he started to roll his hips the way he always did when he was chasing a high.
“Jesus you feel so fucking good,” he moaned, leaning over you so you could feel his weight on you as he pulled out just enough and pounded back into you in a way that had your mouth hanging open, no sound left to come out as your body started to work itself up again.
“One more for me baby girl, give it to me, fuck,” he breathed into your ear, and it was as if that’s what your body needed to let go. Your thighs clenched together as much as they could with him in between them, which only spurred him on as he chased his own high, cumming with a groan that put his pull up sounds to shame.
He stayed behind you for a few moments as you caught your breath, peppering kisses along your spine, your neck, your shoulders. Eventually he pulled out, making you shiver as he disappeared to the bathroom to get a washcloth for you. You let him clean you up as you continued to come down, twitching with sensitivity that made him press an apology kiss to your asscheek.
When he disappeared again you rolled over and got up in search of clean panties, pulling some on and grabbing one of Grayson’s shirts before climbing back into bed and burrowing under the covers.
He returned with a pair of his shorter boxer briefs on and a wide smile, sliding in next to you and wrapping you up in his arms so you were pressed to his chest - your favorite place to be, no matter where in the world you were.
grayson getting pumped after you tell him you guys can start trying for a baby because he gets sex and intimate time with his wife while also creating a life and starting a family
stop he’d be so excited 🥺
“Did you know that birth control is actually kinda bad for your body?”
“Really?” Grayson’s eyes moved up from where he was toying with your fingers, spinning your wedding ring around, a slight pout on his face. “Haven’t you been on it for forever?”
“Yeah, they put a lot of girls on it way too young, and keep them on it way too long. I think I wanna get off it actually.”
“Well then you should get off it.”
You sat up from where you were leaning against his chest, moving off him slightly on the couch so you could look at him as the butterflies started to flutter in your stomach. You’d been contemplating this conversation for weeks, and you had no idea how it was going to go.
“Really?”
His brows pulled together, making that little scar between them shine white in the light.
“What do you mean really? If you don’t want to take it, don’t take it.”
“Yeah, but I mean, I could get pregnant. It’d be way more likely.”
“We’ll be extra careful bub, we can figure it out. I don’t want you having to put something in your body that you don’t want to.”
Unable to find your words quick enough, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his quickly, sighing when his hand moved up to your shoulder, over and up your neck to cup your cheek.
“What if we didn’t have to be careful?”
It slipped off your tongue easily, and it took Grayson a moment to process it seemed, because he kept kissing you for another minute before he pulled back, eyes going wide.
“Wait what? What did you say?”
“I said what if we didn’t have to be careful. You know, what if we... tried.”
He sat frozen for a moment, his eyes getting a bit wider before his mouth moved into his biggest smile.
“You’re serious? You wanna try for a baby?”
“Well, I mean I know it’s kinda quick, but we both want to be young parents. And we’re married now, and we have the house, and the spare room could easily be a nursery. We have enough money, and we could start a college fund and I think it mi-”
His lips were on yours, hungry and electric and warm all at once as he held your face in both hands, kissing the breath right out of you.
“Yes. A million times yes baby,” he beamed, leaning back enough to wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his lap.
“Okay. Okay, we gotta start tracking my periods, figure out when I’m ovulating, and then what days in there that I’m the most fertile and-”
“Or we could just have a lot of sex. Like every day, just have a bunch of sex. That would probably work.” He smiled at you with such a boyish innocence that it made you laugh and cup his cheek, running your thumb over his stubble.
“Baby there’s a science to it.”
“I know that, but I don’t want it to be routine, or science, or any of that. If we’re gonna make our daughter, I want it to be something we're excited to do, not an obligation. I want it to be us.“
“A daughter huh?” You spoke it through a suddenly tight throat, moved by his sweet words. He truly was a dream, in every sense of the word.
“Hell yeah. Only shooting out girl sperms. I’m manifesting it.”
“And if we end up with a son?”
“Then god help us if he’s anything like I was,” he teased, kissing the tip of your nose. You kissed him again, heart thrumming at the realization of what you’d both just decided.
“I love you, and I can’t wait to have a family with you. And for the record, I hope they’re just like you.”
“Isn’t it crazy that we could literally start our family tonight? Like this could be the moment you get pregnant. That’s fucking insane, that’s so cool.”
You scrunched your nose.
“Hate to be a buzz kill, but I already took my pill tonight. Probably won’t be all the way out of my system for a few days.”
“Well then.” He twisted to the left, making you squeal as you landed on your back on the couch, enamored by the sight of him positioning himself over you. Your eyes fluttered shut as he leaned down to kiss you again before he spoke.
He checked every spot. Or at least, every spot you would usually be at 11:30 on a Saturday if your car was still in the driveway. You weren’t curled up in the deep corner of the blue couch, or sitting at the counter. You weren’t on top of grayson covers, or in the shower. You weren’t in the pod studio either, or the office that you sometimes snagged to work in when the boys weren’t busy.
It wasn’t until he noticed one of the beach towels from his closet was missing that he put it together, a slow smile stretching across his face before he stripped down and pulled on swim trunks.
Sure enough, when he went outside and to the back corner, he found you. Laid out in one of his favorite bikinis - but let’s be real, you made any bikini his favorite - you looked peaceful, music playing from your speaker by the pool.
You sensed he was there, peaking an eye open and smiling at the way he walked in his swim trunks, his short green ones that you loved so much.
“Took you long enough,” you teased, sighing when he dipped down to kiss you, running a hand along your side.
“You were hiding from me,” he countered with a grin. He sat down first, on the little outdoor sectional they’d bought last month, and then he was lifting you, moving you around until you were laying on top of him partially, cuddling like you usually did in bed. You smelled like sunscreen and flowers and he breathed you in, his chest rising under your cheek.
“You’re gonna get a weird tan line,” you murmured, throwing a leg over his to keep him there.
“Don’t care,” he said, bringing a hand down over your ass and leaving it there. He’d probably combust if he left an outline of his hand on your ass for a few days.
“Shoulda put on sunscreen, s’bad for your skin.”
“Don’t care,” he said again, kissing your hair. You didn’t either - his little sunspots were adorable, and they’d yet to pop through so early into the summer season.
You both fell into comfortable silence, the sun warming you both up as you lay, the breeze keeping you from sweating. You shifted a few times, seeing that you really didn’t want to give him a tan line of your outline, and you wanted to get close enough to his neck to plant a few kisses there that had him humming, wrapping his arms around you and hauling you up his body to get your lips to his.
It was a peaceful afternoon that turned playful when the breeze died down and you both retreated into the cool pool, joined later by the other couple of the house.
But the best part was the post pool shower three hours later, where Grayson ogled at the fact that he’d achieved his target of leaving a fairly distinct tan line outline of his hand on your left ass cheek that had him breathing heavy before he pushed you up against the tiles.
Please write something with the "I'm sorry I made you cry baby" line in it please IM BEGGING
could you write something about being on your period and leaking on grayson’s bed? everything in his room is white and I would be so nervous if I was on my period there haha love you and your writing xx
When you were on your period there were three things that made coming home from work blissful: undoing your pants, undoing your bra, and seeing Grayson.
In that order.
Usually if you came into his room having already started undressing, he’d be more than excited. But he knew you were on your period, and more importantly he knew it was your second day, your worst and heaviest day. So when you came trudging into his room, pants undone and unzipped, bra in hand, he pouted at you, hating to see you hurting.
“Hey angel,” he cooed, moving towards you.
You sidestepped, and elegantly flopped down onto the bed, groaning into the comforter.
“I hate having a uterus,” you grumbled, so muffled that even Grayson, who had plenty of experience listening to you, could barely understand.
“What do you need, hmmm? Ibuprofen? Ice cream? Hot pack? Cuddles?” His hand moved under your shirt to your back, warm and firm as he rubbed.
You grumbled in interest at the last one, making him chuckle to himself. He bit his tongue, not saying what you reminded him of when you got like this - turns out, you didn’t take well to being called gremlin, even if it was in the most loving of tones. He’d learned that lesson a few months back.
“I’m down for cuddles,” he offered, moving to lay next to you. He paused when you groaned again, worried that he’d done something that had hurt you.
“What’s wrong?”
“I gotta change my fucking tampon but I don’t wanna get up.”
He sighed, rubbing over your lower back, down over your ass a few times - it was more soothing than it was sexual.
“The one thing I can’t really help you with love. Go do it quick, and then we can cuddle.”
Begrudgingly, you peeled yourself up off the bed and headed to the bathroom, grabbing the little box that Grayson always kept stocked for you under the counter. It was quick work, but Grayson was quicker. When he heard the sink turn on he coaxed the door open, peeking in.
“Gray or white?” You turned to see, relieved to find two pairs of sweatpants in his hands.
“Gray,” you said, moving to dry your hands.
“Yes?” He gave you his cheekiest smile, proud of his joke. You didn’t have the energy to laugh, only give him a smile and a head shake, but he didn’t take it personally, passing you the sweatpants and one of his tshirts. You stripped down quickly, pulling on the clothes that smelled like a mixture of his wakeheart scent and his laundry detergent, just the fabric alone already relaxing you.
Grayson was waiting on the bed, already having your comfort show pulled up on his laptop, arm out ready to wrap around you. You crawled up the bed, nestling up as close as you could to him.
While you loved being in Grayson’s arms anytime, there was a specific way he held you while you were on your period that made you love it even more. He noticed once that when your cramps got bad, you’d hunch over and press against your abdomen. So, he’d mastered the ‘ovary hold’ as he called it, which involved him pulling you up against his chest and wrapping his arm around you tight enough for his torso to press against your tummy, just enough pressure for it to be relieving.
As soon as he had you wrapped up your whole body relaxed against him and you hummed, more than comfortable.
“You tired bubs?”
“Mhmmm,” you sighed, almost groaning as he rubbed his hand over your back and hips slow and deep, doing his best to get the knots out.
“Sleep then, maybe it’ll ease up the cramps.”
“Okay.” It didn’t take any convincing, your eyelids already heavy. “I love you.”
“Love you more.” His lips against your forehead were the last thing you felt before you drifted off.
The first thing you felt when you woke up almost two hours later?
100 times less pleasant.
It was the much too wet and warm feeling between your legs that you knew too well.
You’d bled through. And though you couldn’t see it, you could tell it was bad.
“Fuck, fuckfuckfuck,” you whispered to yourself, trying to move off of Grayson. His face scrunched up, arm only tightening against you.
“Mmmmm, I’ve got you baby, shhh,” he mumbled, eyes still closed and voice raspy with sleep.
“Grayson. Gray, wake up,” you pushed on his chest, making him open his eyes quickly in concern, though he had to blink a few times before he could see you clearly.
“You okay?”
“Uh... not really.”
Your words woke him up the rest of the way and he sat up, rubbing at his eyes and relaxing his arm. Just the shift of your weight was enough for you to feel that you’d definitely soaked through your panties and most likely the sweatpants.
“What is it, what’s wrong?” Grayson’s voice was deep with concern, one hand still resting on you protectively.
“I uh... um... I. I bled through my tampon.” You could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks as you looked down at his chest.
“Oh, are there not more in the bathroom? I thought that box was new,” he frowned, obviously a bit confused.
“No, like bled through to my underwear. And your pants. And probably your comforter. I’m sorry.” You were scared to move, scared to make it worse - and the thought of waddling to the bathroom in front of your boyfriend was humiliating.
“You don’t have to apologize baby, it’s not a big deal.”
You looked up at him then, searching his face for the disgust he was hiding. You didn’t find a trace of it anywhere.
“It’s embarrassing. And I probably ruined your pants.”
“Baby you can’t control it, it’s not your fault. And I have plenty of pants. Seriously, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I promise. You wanna go get cleaned up?”
“Yeah, I think it’s a shower or nothing at this point.”
“Need me to do anything?”
You bit your lip, knowing he wasn’t going to like your answer. “Could you close your eyes? Just while I walk into the bathroom.”
He hesitated, looking directly at you.
“You have nothing to be ashamed about. But if it’ll make you feel better, then yeah, I’ll close my eyes.”
“Thank you,” you sighed, watching his eyelashes flutter down as he closed his eyes. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips, another thank you, before you crawled off the bed. Of course, with your luck, you’d bled through onto his white comforter too, just like you’d feared. You were determined to make it a quick shower so you could get to all the stains before anything got too dry or set in.
Grayson opened his eyes once he heard the bathroom door close with a sigh. He wasn’t the least bit worried about it - not even the red splotch on the comforter that he found. He pulled out his phone, opening safari, typing quickly.
best way to get period blood out of fabric
He read what google had to offer quickly, pleased to see that hydrogen peroxide was listed - he had plenty of that, considering it’s what he used to clean out his longboarding scrapes when he got them.
As quietly as he could, he pulled the comforter off the bed, waiting for the familiar sound of the shower to come on before he snuck into the bathroom. He sat the comforter down next to your pile of soiled clothes, heading back out to grab a pair of old black DT sweats, a new shirt and a pair of panties that you’d left once. He folded them neatly on the counter, reaching for your bloody clothes and moving them to the bathtub.
He followed the google instructions of flushing out as much of the blood as he could with cold water, starting with the comforter. It wasn’t much, so he just wet it and treated it with the peroxide before he moved on to the sweatpants, a larger, angry red stain spread across the crotch. They weren’t terrible either, and he did as the instructions said, washing them out and treating them. Finally, he got to your panties. His eyebrows shot up at the sheer amount of blood, water running red below his hands as he worked the fabric under the stream. He knew women bled a lot, but jesus he didn’t realize it could be that much, especially in such a short time. When the water ran clear he treated them as well, gathering up everything and heading for the washer, glad that your shower was still going.
Afterwards, as quickly as he could he snagged the coziest blankets from the living room, tossing them over his bed in case you wanted to sleep again. As a final touch he headed back into the bathroom and grabbed a tampon for you, placing it on top of your folded clothes before leaving the bathroom and closing the door.
He heard the water turn off a few minutes later, the familiar shuffle of you putting clothes on audible through the door.
But what he didn’t expect was for you to have tears running down your face when you opened that door, eyes searching for him. When they landed on the makeshift bedding arrangement, you broke down even more, realizing why your clothes were missing, what he’d done while you were showering.
“Hey, why are you crying, what’s wrong?” He was in front of you in an instant,
“You cleaned everything,” you blubbered into his chest, overwhelmed with his thoughtfulness and your hormones. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to angel, it’s okay, you don’t have to cry. C’mon, we’ll lay down and watch an episode.”
You only nodded, sniffling a bit as he wiped your tears, leading you over to the bed and assuming the same position you had been in, the ovary hold and all.
“I’m sorry I made you cry, baby,” he said after your sniffles finally subsided, pouting a bit when you looked up at him. You kissed it away, trying to reassure him that he didn’t do anything wrong.
“You’re an absolute dream Grayson Dolan, and I don’t tell you that enough,” you murmured into his neck once you got comfortable and settled. He just squeezed you tighter and left a kiss on your forehead before he hit play, content to hold you and do whatever he could for you.
