Need You // G.D. [PART TWO]*
Summary: Grayson refuses to give up on Y/N, who is battling conflicting feelings towards her disloyal ex-boyfriend.
Warnings: Mentions of cheating, angst, smut, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, jealousy issues. PART ONE
She doesn’t think about him.
No, she most certainly did not think about her ex-boyfriend who she found out by his ex-girlfriend that he cheated on her a few months back, with her. She doesn’t think about the pain she felt when learning that information, on top of the fact that he just used her to get to Cadence. She doesn’t think about the numerous of nights he spent talking her down from a state of panic about an upcoming exam, or the fact that he had taken her virginity the night at a party, where at that time she was used as a rebound. Y/N most definitely doesn’t think about the places his hands roamed about her body, touching parts where she kept sacred before him, how he made love to her many of nights. But Grayson Dolan did not love her, because if he did, he wouldn’t have cheated at all.
So she doesn’t need Grayson.
At least, that’s what she tells herself.
“Fuck,” Y/N grumbles under her breath, opening her door to yet another bouquet of roses sent by Yours Truly. This had to be… what? The thirtieth one? Forty? She had lost count past twenty, tired of Grayson’s relentless and truthfully pathetic apologies in an attempt to try to win her back. She’ll admit, sometimes she thinks about giving in, but then she remembers her long-lasting morals of never going back to cheaters. Once a cheater, always a cheater. This fantasy she used to have of him being the best boyfriend ever, has now been destroyed, and she has to take herself down to earth a little.
Y/N reluctantly grabs the roses, plucking the tiny handwritten note attached to the string on the side. She almost throws it out right away, but curiosity never fails to get the best of her so she makes the poor mistake of reading them anyway.
I hope you’re doing well today. Stopped by your work last week and you weren’t there, said you were out sick. I realize that might stalker-ish, but on the plus side I made the mistake of going inside to dozens of cute little dogs who stirred up my deathly allergies. Karma? Maybe. I miss you, and I love you. Maybe we can hang out and talk sometime?
Then she throws it out. Oh God, he’s stalking me now? Y/N would hate to find another place to work at, she loves her job, but she doesn’t want her ex-boyfriend showing up all the time in an attempt to win her heart. She thought she picked the right career choice that involves caring for animals he is severely allergic to, steering him away. But apparently that isn’t going to stop him in his pursuits, nothing will, according to him. She doesn’t understand why he’s so desperate in trying to get her back, it’d be so much easier for him to get any other girl off the streets? Hopefully he’ll treat the next one with actual respect. Maybe he should get back with Cadence.
Lisa’s stopped talking to him, apparently. Y/N remembers receiving a message from his mother expressing her absolute sorrows in what her son did, which she swears she “highly disapproves of” and “raised him better than that.” She even asked if they could still be friends and talk from time to time, and although she preferred to cut ties with anything Dolan related, she couldn’t turn away his sweet mother who has shown nothing but love and acceptance for her. She’d feel guilty if she were to say no.
Y/N utters a groan of frustration, laying the bouquet down on the countertop of the kitchen before settling herself on the couch. Why couldn’t he just get over her? Three months. It’s been three months since they’ve broken up and he just will not stop. But then again, she won’t stop thinking about him, and whenever she has an opportunity to hook up with somebody else and begin a new relationship, she turns it down. Because strangely, despite him cheating on her with his ex-girlfriend who she already felt insecure about in the beginning, a part of her will always hold onto him because he was her first love.
And that part of her still loves him.
Yes, it was just a distraction.
She never attended clubs before Grayson, but everything changed when that incident occurred. Her desperate attempts in trying to forget about her misery by drowning herself in alcohol never worked, no matter how many times her friends encouraged that it would. But no matter how much Y/N drank, that stupid image of him with Cadence she drew up in her brain never seems to dissolve, it haunts her to her very core until she’s in a flood of tears.
So tonight, she decided she wasn’t going to drink. She was going to let her wasted and disappointed best friends have fun on their own, while she keeps to herself awkwardly in the corner. Everything seemed to go perfectly fine until she eyes some dreadfully familiar entering the club, and that’s when her heart drops. It’s him.
What the hell? He doesn’t go to clubs, he’s sworn sobriety from alcohol or any other type of drug for his whole life. What the hell is he doing here? By himself? Oh God… he didn’t come here for her… did he? If so, how the fuck did he know she’d be here tonight!
Y/N gasps when she realizes she had been staring at him too long - but can you blame her? No matter what kind of person she thinks he is, he’s still drop dead gorgeous. A sex God. The most handsome man she’s ever laid eyes on, who ultimately broke her heart in the end but she should’ve known by his appearance. Guys that beautiful have something in them, that negates the beauty. A flaw, and a tragic one at that. Her gawking must have caught his attention, because now he was looking over with a gaped mouth and wide eyes, feigning shock. He began to approach, and that’s when she bolted towards the dance floor in an attempt to flee from his wrath.
She doesn’t dare look back, or at least she shouldn’t, but when she sneaks a peak to see where he was, she ends up bumping into a hard chest. She gasps, absolutely embarrassed as she steps back and looks up to find a handsome man hovering over her. Not as handsome as her ex, but he was certainly fine. Borderline the man of her dreams. Golden locks of hair that draped against his forehead, and piercing blue eyes that bore into hers. The man smirked, gently grasping at her forearms to stabilize her wobbling movements.
“I-I’m so sorry,” she sputtered apologetically, face burning up. “I-I was just-”
“Running from someone?” Oh God. He has an Australian accent. She’s a sucker for accents. “No worries love, it was just an accident. Would you care for a dance, however?”
“You know, a diversion away from the person you wish not to be around,” he chuckled, his smile sending a wave of love into her heart. “I’m Toby, by the way. And what do they call a lovely creature such as yourself?”
“Y/N,” she murmured softly, glancing at her feet. “Though, I’m anything but lovely.”
Suddenly her head is tilted up, and the man caresses her face lovingly before chatting, “Nonsense. You’re beautiful. Now, let’s dance, and make whatever son of a bitch that ruined your self-confidence regret the day he was born.”
Surprisingly, Y/N found herself relaxed in Toby’s arms as they innocently swayed their hips together in sync. However, things started getting a lot less innocent when their bodies got closer, and a dirty song blasted from the speakers of the room. Almost instinctively, she spun in his arms and pressed the curve of her ass up against his crotch, grinding down to the heavy beat of the baby-making music. Toby gripped her hips, and she could feel his hard-on up against her, but she didn’t mind. He nearly startled her when he began to nibble at her neck, but she also didn’t mind - in fact, it actual felt good. The best she’s felt in months and all due to a guy she’s barely known for twenty minutes.
However, she finds her eyes roaming elsewhere, as though a voice in the back of her mind wanted to show her something. Sure enough, she discovered it across from where she danced, at the bare where her ex-boyfriend sat in… drinking?! No! Grayson Dolan does not drink. At least not to her knowledge. Though it was really none of her business, and she wanted nothing more than to turn away and pretend she saw nothing, she knew she couldn’t just leave him there. So she apologized to Toby before departing, swiftly nearing the seemingly drunken man who was now being denied service from the bartender. That’s definitely not a good sign.
“Grayson?” she yelled over the music the second she got to him, his head instantly turning to her. She gasped.
“Y-Y/N,” he slurred, wiping away the tears streaming down his pink cheeks. “T-They won’t… they won’t give me a-anymore drinks.”
Oh God, he was belligerent, his speech almost incoherent. She looked at the bartender, who sighed in her direction, “I think it’s best you take your boyfriend home. He’s had to much and is way too drunk to be here right now.”
“He’s not my-” Y/N stopped herself from her correction, realizing it was pointless. “Fine. Come on Grayson, let’s go.”
She grabbed him by the arm and eased him out of his seat, glad that he managed to cooperate. So much so in fact that he didn’t mind wrapping his entire arm around her as they wobbled to the exit - more so on his part. He could barely walk and keep himself together; he was still sobbing pathetically. She asked him, out of curiosity, “Why are you crying, Grayson?”
“‘Cause I l-lost you,” he grumbled, hissing at the feeling of cold air against his skin the second they walked outside. “A-And now you’re d-dancing and kissing other m-men. And they’re not me.”
He was way too drunk for her to argue that he had no right to be jealous, and instead diverted the subject, “Did you drink here? Do you have your keys?”
He nodded, pointing to his left jean pocket which she soon dug into and quickly pulled out his car keys. Fortunately she spotted his Porsche sitting a few feet away on the street, parked by the meter she hoped he paid for… Wait, why does she care about that? She led him to his car, unlocking it and as she opened the passenger seat, Grayson tells her, “I still love you.”
She helps him sit down and locks the seatbelt in place before going over to the driver’s side. She glanced at her ex who stared mindlessly at her, his eyes definitely somewhere else as he reeked of alcohol. She questioned, “Do you have your phone? I should call Ethan-”
“N-No!” he interrupted with a loud burp, and a light cough, as he continued to plea, “n-no, don’t call E, he’s going to be so mad at m-me. Please, don’t let him s-see me like this.”
Y/N grunted, “Then where am I supposed to take you, Grayson? I can’t exactly leave you in a car like this.”
He glanced down at his lap and spoke nervously, “T-Take me to yours.”
What the hell! That totally crosses boundaries! “Grayson-”
“Please, Y/N. I don’t wanna scare Ethan… I-I promise I’ll leave later, and s-sleep on the couch, but please don’t take me home. Lemme stay with you.”
She drives towards her apartment, angry at herself for getting into this situation. Hopefully by morning he’ll be gone, but knowing him, he wouldn’t, and would most likely be dealing with a bitch of a hangover. Did he seriously almost drink himself to death because she was dancing intimately with another man? What an idiot. What a mess.
It was a struggle getting Grayson up the stairs, but they managed, and soon she was helping him stumble into her apartment that he hasn’t been in so long. She sits his ass on the couch and lays his keys on the coffee table, then runs to the kitchen to grab a cup of water. She runs back over and gives it to him, hoping that it would quicken his sobering up. Then she runs back to her bedroom to grab a couple of old blankets and a pillow, bringing them out to a Grayson in deep thought.
He looks up at her and says, “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” For being an inconvenience?
“For everything,” he replied. “For hurting you. For lying to you. F-For this. I’m sorry. I really am sorry-”
Ignoring his declaration, she hands him his pillow and blankets and utters under her breath, in quite a bitter tone that she partly regrets, “Goodnight.”
Then, she goes to bed, and dreams of him.
The next morning she had awoken to the sound of shuffling in the living room, which startled her for a moment until she remembered last night’s events. She cursed to herself; he hadn’t fucking left yet? Y/N stood up from her bed, grabbing her rope to wrap around her partly naked body as she walked out and found her ex-boyfriend missing from the couch. Instead, she discovered him in the kitchen, where he looked to be flipping some pancakes on a pan with his back turned to her. Fuck.
He turned around, and smiled nonchalantly, “Making you breakfast, it’s the least I could do for your help. Thank you, by the way, for that. You didn’t have to.”
“Do you remember last night?” she questioned, unsure why she was bothering engaging a conversation. She hates him.
Grayson sighs. “Unfortunately, I do. I’m really sorry, by the way. I dealt with my emotions in the worst way possible, which you didn’t deserve to put up with. It’s safe to say that I won’t be doing that again.”
And then, she couldn’t help herself. “Why do you still love me?”
He froze up a little, clearly haven’t expected that question. He gave her a nervous look, “Do you really want me to answer that?”
“I love you because you’re passionate. You worked so hard to get to where you are now, and I couldn’t be more proud. You’re a hard worker, a selfless individual who wants to make the world a better place, with the sweetest soul anybody could have, a great listener who let me rant my frustrations out to, a golden heart, an amazing sense of humor, and beautiful in every single way possible. All I know is I’m the happiest when I’m around you, I can’t ever stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try. I’m addicted to the sound of your voice and your loving touches. You’ve become a part of me, a part that I can’t seem to let go of.”
“But you didn’t love me at first,” she pointed out, ignoring the rise of tears in the corners of her eyes.
Grayson looks down. “No, I didn’t. But I learned to, and man, am I glad that I did. You’re the most amazing girl in the world.”
“Okay,” Y/N breathed shakily, taking a step closer to him. “Now riddle me this, Grayson Dolan: why do I still love you?”
His eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe what she just announced - and then he smiled, as if she said something incredibly brilliant and life-changing, the best thing he’s ever heard. She was mindlessly walking closer to him, unsure why, and he cleared his throat and spoke, “I-I don’t know why.”
“I don’t know why either,” she whispered, feeling like a complete idiot, but she still allowed her trembling fingers to reach out and grab onto his wrist. “But I do. No matter how many times I tell myself that I don’t, I still fucking do. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Love doesn’t make sense,” he murmured, heart-racing from her gentle touch against his skin. It might have been minor, but it was enough to last him a lifetime, if she were to kick him out in a few seconds. “Life doesn’t make sense, in general, but mine does when I’m with you.”
“Take me back, Y/N. Please. I promise I won’t ever hurt you again, I’ll vow loyalty for the rest of our lives. But even if you can’t give me that, then please let me be in your life in someway. I’d rather be a casual friend than nothing at all to you. I just need you in my life in some sort of way. Y/N-”
“Kiss me, Grayson.” She’s not really sure why those words left her lips, but she’s glad that she’s said them, because she realizes it is what she really wants.
And Grayson didn’t waste any time bending down a little and pushing his lips onto hers. It seems as though he’d freshen his breath, but she couldn’t still detect the underlying taste of alcohol - it wasn’t gross, just quite present. He grabbed onto her face and kissed her harder, like it is the last thing he’ll ever do. Their mouths opened and his tongue invaded hers, all the while they started walking backwards to her room down the hall. She should probably stop this, but she doesn’t want to. She knows it’s a bad idea, but then again, she’s made plenty of bad ideas before so this is a mere addition that may or may not top her list now. When her back hits the door, that’s when she pulls away from him, their breathing ragged as she tries to gather what had just happening, and what will happen after it.
Grayson leans down to kiss her again, but she turns her head so that his lips land on her cheek. He sighs and pulls away, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, “Oh… sorry… I just…”
Y/N mentally curses to herself, then grabs him again to kiss at his swollen pink lips herself. She reached backwards and twists the doorknob open, allowing them to walk inside of the small space of her bedroom. She eases herself down on the edge of the bed and he follows suit, his lips now moving towards her exposed neck. He nips at her skin, similar to the way that handsome stranger did so in the club, and she decides to crawl further onto the bed. Grayson watches carefully as she pulls at the strings of her robe, showing her entirely naked body except for the pink lace thong she has on. He doesn’t bother to hide his staring, and she spreads her legs apart, showcasing the developing slickness she has down there.
“You’re so beautiful,” he emphasized, inching himself closer between her legs.
“Then show me,” she tells him, almost in a pleading-like tone, as she slides the thin material of her thong down her naked legs. “Tell me how sorry you really are.”
“Yes,” Grayson spoke enthusiastically, hoisting his hands onto her knees as he settles his face comfortably between her thighs. “Holy shit, I missed seeing this part of you. So pretty for me, baby. So pretty.”
“Ahhh…” she squeals when his tongue swirls itself against her center, teasing her hole a little before moving to her clit. Her hands grasp at his broad shoulders, accessible to where she laid. She missed holding onto him this way when he made her weak like this, to the point where her vision blurred and toes curled. How her back arched with the increasing tingling feeling pressed against her hot core, his tongue continuing to lap away inside of her like it was nothing. And when she spilled, she always squeezed a little tighter, until she rode off the sensation and relaxed a little. “Grayson!”
He pulled away, and spoke in a determined voice, “I’m going to make sweet, sweet love to you, baby-”
“I want you to fuck me, Grayson,” she clarified desperately, pulling at his shirt. She could really feel his hot skin underneath, the man was truly burning up. “Fuck me as hard as you used to. Please.”
“Shit, yes,” he groaned, raising his hand to spank the side of her thigh. “Hands and knees, baby. Always thought you were the prettiest that way.”
Because you couldn’t see my face, and that helped you picture your ex-girlfriend instead of me.
She positioned her body in doggy-style, yelping when his hand collided with her right ass cheek, then his fingers kneaded through her skin and massaged the sensitive flesh. He pulled off the rest of his clothing, aligned his hard cock to her entrance, and plunged himself inside, thrusting at an intense rate that almost made her fall forwards.
His hand reached for her hair and he pulled her head back, their eyes meeting momentarily before he growled, “I want you to look at me while I fuck the life out of you.”
“Mmm…” Y/N whispered, barely able to speak from the force he was fucking her in; she had forgotten how truly large his cock was, and how long it would take for her to get used to his cock. He was currently balls-deep inside now, and he wasn’t stopping for nothing. A thick layer of perspiration rose to the surface of her skin and she could already feel her knees buckling, as his hips persisted in slamming up against the curve of her ass.
He cums deep inside, but only waits until she finishes, until letting his body slump over hers which falls to the mattress. He could hear her attempt to catch her breath as he rested his face against her bare back, which he soon let’s his fingers draw circles in. Then, he dares to ask the anticipated question: “Are you going to take me back?”
Y/N sighs against her pillow. “No.”
His heart breaks into pieces, but it was an answer he expected - though didn’t quite understand. “Why not?”
“You jumped at the chance to have sex with me when I was still in such a fragile state, so I know that’s truly all you wanted,” she said, not even believing the words herself. It was bullshit, and she was a hypocrite, because that’s all she wanted from him. “This is my closure, I think I can finally move on. So, please, get out.”
Grayson pushed himself upwards, tears running down his face as he sputters, “B-But I need you.”
Y/N doesn’t bother to look at him, only sighs. “Well, I don’t need you.”
A/N: part 3? just got an idea
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