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onlyyyariii · 2 years

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You’re…pregnant?

Ethan Dolan/Reader oneshot

Reader POV

Y/N is your name

Y/N/N is your nickname

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I'm about to start filming my video to wish Ethan and Grayson a happy birthday, when I feel suddenly ill. I run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. Oh my god, this has been happening for about a week now. I think it's food poisoning or something. Two weeks ago I missed my period. I talked to Tana about it and she thinks I might be pregnant. There's no way! Well I mean obviously I "did it" but I'm 19! I'll be 20 in 14 days. I'm dating Ethan Dolan. I've been friends with the twins for a long time and we haven't released to our fans that we're dating yet. None the less I bought a pregnancy test a few days ago. I want to take it but I'm scared. What if I am pregnant? Will Ethan support me? Will his mom support us? This is so much pressure.

I go into my filming room and grab the camera. Might as well document this, because if I am pregnant I'll definitely have to make a video about it. I grab the box out of the cabinet and read the directions. I sigh and turn on the camera.

"Hey guys so today's video might be a little different. I've been sick for a few days and I thought it was food poisoning but then I missed my time of the month. I'm here today about to take a pregnancy test."

I hold up the box for the camera.

"I'm nervous and scared, so let's do it."

I cut the camera and take the test. I have to wait about 10 minutes but that seems like forever. What will I do if it says I'm pregnant? I don't want to tell Ethan over the phone. I'll have to drive to his house. What if he leaves me? I can't deal with that. I walk into the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. My throat suddenly feels very dry. If I am pregnant than I'll have to make a video for that and Ethan and I will have to tell everyone we're dating. I feel like this is all my fault. It's not because it takes two people to tango... if you know what I mean. I look at the clock and there's about 3 minutes left.

Oh my god. I might be having a Dolan child. Oh my god, the baby will be so cute. I hope he/she looks like Ethan. What if... oh my god what if it's twins? Twins would run in his genes because he's a twin. Oh my god I could be having the next Dolan Twins. I start crying. The tears stream like warm rivers running down my face. My phone dings and I see it's a text message.

From Love 💜:

Could you come over today?

To Love 💜:

Of course. I'll be there in 20.

From Love💜:

Okay great. See you then. 😘

I love him so much, I can't even imagine my life without Ethan in it. If I'm pregnant, will he leave me? I look at the clock again to see that 10 minutes is up. I turn on the camera and look into the lens.

"Ten minutes is up. Let's go check it out."

I let out a shaky breath and let a nervous smile creep onto my face. I walk into the bathroom and hold up the test.

I smile and look towards my stomach. I have a baby in there. I never thought this would happen so early but, it couldn't feel more right. I know Ethan is the person I want to marry and have kids with.

"Looks like I'm having a Dolan baby."

I hold up the test to show the camera and smile. I shut the camera off and hold the pregnancy test towards my heart. My first baby with the love of my life. I can't wait to see his reaction.

(At the twins house)

I pull up and get out of the car, making sure to slide the pregnancy test into the pocket of my hoodie. I grab my camera turning it on.

"Let's go tell Ethan he's gonna be a daddy. Oh my god should I walk into his room and be like hi daddy? Wouldn't that be funny? I think I'm gonna do it."

I walk up to their front door and open it.

"I'm here!" I yell.

"Y/N!" Grayson yells, running out of the kitchen.

"Hey Gray!"

He runs over and hugs me tightly.

"Where's E?"

"He's laying in his room."

"Okay we'll be right down."

"Don't get any disgusting shots of me in this video."

"Trust me," I say smirking towards the camera, "I won't."

As he's walking away I zoom into his ass.

"Damn Gray be thick."

I giggle walking towards Ethan's room. I throw open his door once I get there. I'm still filming. I don't let him know I'm filming though.

"Hey daddy."

"Ooh that's weird." He laughs lightly.

"It's true."

"Haha yeah I guess."

"Hey E?"

He turns towards me with a look of concern on his face.

"What's wrong babe?"

"Nothing's wrong per say I just-"

"Don't beat around the bush."

"Okay then. I'm pregnant." I say, pulling out the pregnancy test from my pocket.

He grabs it and his mouth drops open.

"You're... pregnant?"

"Yeah."

I feel tears on my face. Ethan continues to stare at the test as tears run down his face.

"I'm going to be a dad?"

"Yeah babe."

He looks at me.

"You're going to be a dad."

He smiles and wraps me up into his arms.

"I'm going to be a dad!" He screams.

We sit there hugging and he kisses me. I'll never get sick of his kisses. Grayson runs into the room with a shocked expression on his face. Ethan stands up.

"GRAY I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!"

Grayson runs over hugging Ethan as well. Then he grabs me and pulls me into their hug.

"I'm gonna be an uncle!"

Tears run down his face as well. Ethan crouches down and kisses my stomach.

"Y/N/N we're going to have a baby."

"We are." I smile.

"We have to tell my mom."

"I think we should tell her and Cameron in person."

"I agree with Y/N. Plus we were heading to Jersey for our birthdays and Christmas anyways." Grayson says, nodding.

"Let's do it. You have your bags already packed at your house right babe?"

"That I do."

"Grayson go pack your bags and I'll pack mine. Y/N you make sure you have that test."

"I will."

Grayson runs out of the room and into his room down the hall.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah Ethan?"

"I love you."

I smile. He loves me.

"I love you too."

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It’s been too long since I did a reader oneshot! Figured I might update all the stories I have on here that aren’t posted yet. They’re all on Wattpad so it shouldn’t take too long. Hope you guys enjoyed! :)

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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Bubba can you write car sex with gray please ?

“if you even think about touching yourself, im pulling this car over and fucking you in the back seat.”

grayson growled as he watched you tease yourself by edging your hand lower to your pussy. you were dripping and aching for him, ever since he had purposely teased you under the table during a dinner with your family, you craved the feeling of his dick. you were desperate for the feeling of grayson deep inside your guts, filling you up and treating you like his little cum slut.

the only issue was you were 45 minutes away from home after having driven to an out of town restaurant your parents had insisted you dined at that evening.

“need you daddy, please-please touch me.”

grayson let out an animalistic growl when he pulled up to a red light and turned to see you slipping your hand into your panties, rubbing and teasing your clit as you collected your wetness, before removing your hand to bring up to your lips and suck on. you made sure not to break eye contact with an incredibly turned on grayson, who’s pants suddenly felt a lot tighter.

the sudden feeling of him stepping on the acceleration made your heart thud, adrenaline coursing through your veins and washing over you as you anticipate his next move. you watched his eyes darken as he pulled up onto a deserted road with dim street lights. you were grateful it was bearing on midnight night, so no one would be around to witness what was about to go down in the back of grayson’s brand new green truck.

this was one way to break the new vehicle in.

apprehension settling in your chest as the engine cuts and you’re left in silence, waiting for grayson to make the first move. grayson’s lips were on yours, his hands clutching your jaw and pushing your mouth into his while he leans forward over the console between the seats in order to be closer to you.

it’s hungry, sloppy and desperate, with grayson moaning into your mouth when your hands wrap against his neck and softly pull at his hair.

“get in the back,” it’s neither a question nor a statement— it’s a demand. one that has heat rising between your legs and prompting you to pull away from him abruptly, scrambling over the the front seat to get in the back as quickly as you can. your dress rises up when you climb over, which allows grayson to send a firm smack to your exposed arse cheek.

grayson joins you seconds after, his large frame hovering above yours as you lag spread ready for him on the back seat. his mouth catches yours once again, how hands tugging at your shirt in demand for you to rid of it. he was desperate or skin on skin contact, his favourite way to make love to his girl. it made him feel closer to you when he could feel your heart beating agasint his own.

“so pretty, all for me huh, mama.?”

“yo-yours.”

his large hands palm your tits roughly, pinching your nipples as his tongue wrestles with yours, your moans leaking into his mouth. his body jerks in surprise as your hips begin to roll against his, and you can feel just how hard he is, rubbing into you against your thigh. grayson pulls away to kiss down your neck, tongue licking a stripe down your throat before his warm mouth lands on your skin, nipping and lathering and sucking.

“please, grayson,” you murmur, eyes begging him to give you more.

grayson’s brow quirks upright, a single digit pushing into you and rubbing against your velvet walls. “please, what baby?” he drawls out, almost purring at having you in his favorite position. that being, you, desperate for his touch.

hou groan, throwing your head back as another digit slides inside, fingertips stretching your cunt so infuriatingly wide. you try to move your hips but his grip is iron on your waist, and a long whine falls out of your mouth. “just fuck me already grayson, p-pplease,” you beg, not wanting to say the words he truly wants, but not giving him nothing as his name leaves your lips so seductively.

“fuck,” he snarls, lip twitching as he lifts his hips, tugging down his black pants and briefs half-way down his thighs. his heavy cock smacks against his abdomen, looking pale and pretty in the low lighting, glistening with a bead of pre cum rolling down the side of his length.

“ride me, sweetheart.” grayson sits back, arms lifting above his head and unintentionally flexing as he waits for you to put yourself to work on his lap. deeming this the best position to get the most pleasure due to your limited space.

“put my dick inside you. f-fuck- thats it my good girl.”

you’re bouncing on his lap as best as you can, your head skimming the top of the car’s interior while you claw at his shoulders. “god, daddy, fuckkkk—” the added pressure of you sinking down as he thrusts up to meet your hips is almost enough for you to cum, and grayson knows exactly how close to the finish line you are, grabbing your jaw and tugging your face to hang directly in front of his.

his lips crash agasint yours to muffle your moans. a kiss so sloppy, teeth clashing together and tongues dancing.

your orgasm tears through you and an overwhelming heat blasts into your body. a broken shriek releases from you as your eyes slam shut, limbs shaking, nails diving into his skin and toes curling.

“love your dick daddy, love feeling so full.”

“my little slut. such a whore for daddy’s dick, cum baby. i know you want too.”

grayson gasps as you constrict around him, moving his hands to clasp onto your hips tightly. fingertips bruising your delicate skin as his thrusts become sloppy and your legs begin to tire.

loud groan rattles both of your bodies as his load spills into you, coating your womb in his sticky release as you continue to drop onto his searing cock slowly. when he comes down from his high he squeezes your waist gently to signal you to stop, sitting back with his jaw hung open slightly, laboured and choppy breaths making his sculpted chest rise and fall sharply.

“holy fuck. that was-“

“i love you.”

“i love you more sweetheart.

“love you and your tight little pussy.”

you let him pull you into his embrace, his large biceps caging you against his chest as he tries to catch his breath, still tucked deeply inside you. it’s peaceful laying in his arms, the post-orgasm bliss thriving and filling the entire cabin of the vehicle in a hot and sweet scent.

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mindofharry · 3 years

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no because i know grayson dolan knows how to eat pussy good.

Grayson would be the kind of guy to just eat you out the whole time you’re over at his. It’s like a deal you guys have. Grayson just loves eating you out, that’s it. You’ll be watching a movie and then down he goes. He’ll start by kissing your neck, then moving your hair to the side and giving behind your ear some attention. Then he unbutton your (his) shirt, extra slowly and your hips are practically jumping up at him. Grayson loves savouring these moments, he loves how annoyed you get, how sweaty and hot you are after he’s done. The taste, your touch and fingers through his hair.

“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, baby” He said kissing the outside of you thigh. After teasing you for a bit, kissing down your stomach, grayson pecks your lips and gets right down to the action.

“Please, gray”

The way your hips were bucking up and the whimpers coming out of your mouth, grayson just had to see how wet you were. And fuck, you were dripping. Was this all for him?

“So fucking wet, all for me, yeah?” He asked as he pulled your panties off. You nodded and he slapped your pussy lightly making you moan. “Words” he said sternly and you whimpered and muttered out a small yeah, that made grayson smirk. He knew how much this affected you.

He held your legs apart, his breath hitting your core. God, you were crazy for his touch. Grayson kissed everywhere but the place you wanted, he knew it. He knew everything he was doing, he wanted to savour this.

Finally, his fingers run down your clit making you lay back and whimper. “Fuck” You moaned as grayson looked up at you, smirking. With his fingers still circling your clit, his tongue began licking your slit up and down. Your hands quickly make their way to his hair, tugging as hard as you could making grayson moan. The vibrations went through out your body making this whole experience even better.

Grayson buried his head between your legs, pressing his lips to you clit and flicking it with his tongue. He let go with a loud pop, savouring the flavour.

“Fuck, my favourite taste”

#LMFAO #it’s been so long since i’ve written for gray #bare with me !!#grayson dolan #grayson dolan x y/n #grayson x reader #grayson dolan oneshot #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fluff

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333dolans · 4 years

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C3 & C92 with gray pleasee🥺

Prompt list

C3, C92- “It’s none of your business.” “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” “I’m going to sleep on couch tonight.”

“Y/N, please just talk to me? I don’t understand what I did wrong. You need to tell me so I can, you know? Not do it again?” Gray pleaded with you through the bathroom door. Just moments ago you were both cuddled up on his bed under a fuzzy blanket, legs intertwined and eyes heavy with the sleepiness that weighed your eyelids down. Now? You had abruptly got up from your place in his arms before making a quick dash and proceeding to lock yourself in the bathroom without so much as a word. As he’d followed after you, he heard the sound of the toilet flushing.

Gray was confused to say the least, you had been talking to him about your day, which he followed with a brief description of what he had gotten up to with Ethan as they were in the midsts of filming a big series for their channel. Snapping back to the current moment where he found himself sliding down to the floor, head resting on the wall, he desperately began to rack his brain for anything that could of pissed you off. Why were you angry with him?

He was once again brought out of his thoughts by a sound that made his blood run cold. His ear pressed against the wood, he heard the faint, steady sound pick up speed and volume. You were crying. He could handle you being mad at him but crying because of him? Absolutely not. “Babe, please” He was begging now.

Just as he was contemplating kicking that damn door down himself, he heard the lock twist and the door crack open slightly followed by your croaky voice, “Im going to sleep on the couch tonight.” You sounded so fragile, insecure. Gray knew better than to try and argue with you, you were a stubborn one and when you knew what you wanted you were set on it. “It’s ok, take the bed. I’ll take the couch.”

As the sun began to light up the room, the rays making their way in through the blinds, you were instantly reminded of last nights events when you reached out to your left, greeted with cold sheets. You felt guilty, you weren’t upset because of him. You were angry with the universe and he just so happened to be the one you lashed out at.

Sliding your feet into your slippers as you finished tying the belt of your robe, you made your way out to the living room to apologise. You were met with the smell of pancakes, god were you craving them. A smile graced your lips as you headed for the kitchen. That smile faltered when you were met with Gray sat at the kitchen table, chomping on his breakfast, no sight of a plate saved for you. This pissed you off, you knew you had no reason to be annoyed. It was 7am and you didn’t normally wake up until around 10am on your days off. Of course he wouldn’t of made you breakfast at this time, but today? You weren’t happy.

“Nice of you to offer me some.” You commented bitterly. If looks could kill, Grayson Dolan would be a dead man walking. “Seriously Y/N? We’re not 7 anymore.” He rolled his eyes. God you needed to get your feelings in check because you could now feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Why were you crying?! You had started all of this. Grayson saw your change in expression and was instantly at your side.

“What is it bub? come on, you can talk to me.” Gray tried, warm hand reaching for yours but you pulled away. “It’s none of your business.” You sassed. Honestly, you don’t know why you were being so petty, he hadn’t done anything wrong. You were just so afraid of what he’d say when you told him. You turned on your heel, about to flee again. “It’s my business if you cry because of me.” With that you froze, he’d heard you? Did that mean he’d heard you throwing up last night? “fuck” you thought to yourself.

You slowly looked up to meet his eyes. You were afraid for his reaction. You knew he loved you but you’d only been together for just under a year. Was it all too soon? As much as you wished you could avoid it, you knew he would find out eventually, whether you told him or not. “Don’t be mad?” You whispered faintly. “Of course not, you just worried me is all.” He cupped your tear stained cheek in his palm, the touch comforting you. You took in a shaky breath, “I’m pregnant.”

The words seemed to echo in the small space between you. Silence. You knew it was too soon, it was no secret that Grayson longed to be a father more than anything, but 10 months into the relationship? They were still so young, so much they wanted to do before settling down for a domestic life together. You felt your stomach wrench. You’d ruined everything.

Grayson on the other hand, was in shock. Was this a dream? Surely it had to be. This. This was the moment he’d waited for all of his life. He was going to be a father and best of all, the mother of his unborn child, the absolute love of his life. He saw a hint of hope flash across her eyes after she spoke, but it faded after just a few seconds, replaced with fear. Fuck! He’d hadn’t said anything yet, leaving her in her to overthink his lack of reaction.

Without missing another beat, he took her shaking hands into his bigger ones and brought them to his lips, placing a gentle kiss to them. He couldn’t fight it anymore. He scooped her into his arms and buried his head into her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo. He pulled back to look at her face, “I’m going to be a dad?” His eyes began to tear up. She matched the smile on his face before letting out a sharp breath of a relief. “Yes, and the best one too. I know it may be too soon-“ Grayson cut her off with a passionate kiss. “No love, it’s perfect.”

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curedblues · 4 years

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Grayson said he wants a daughter ASAP. i mean he can put a baby in me if he wants.

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rhyrhy462 · 4 years

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Sleep Tight - Grayson Dolan x Reader

It was a chilly afternoon in California, which was a rare occurrence. On afternoons like this, all Y/N wanted to do was stay in bed and nap with Grayson. Let's be honest, that's all she wanted to do anyway was cuddle with Grayson. Today, especially. Grayson had texted her earlier, about an hour before noon, to ask if he could come over.

It wasn't out of the ordinary that Grayson wanted to come over. Today was different, though. He had stopped at the grocery store beforehand, picking up all her favorite snacks and things. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and watch movies all day.

That's what he had planned on. He pulled up at precisely twelve-thirty, just like he said he would. She swiftly unlocked the door to let him in.

He set all the bags full of her favorite goodies down, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug, pressing a quick kiss on her lips he said, "I missed you, bubs."

"You saw me yesterday," she said as she giggled, loving the feeling of his warm embrace.

He let go of her, picking up the bags he brought.

"I got all your favorite snacks. I thought we could have a movie day?"

"Of course, bubs!" She couldn't believe he remembered these were her favorite types of dates.

They cuddled up on the couch, watching her favorite romance movies. She could have sworn she saw a few tears roll down Grayson's cheeks. When she went to question him about it he said, "I just got Cheeto dust in my eye." This left her laughing at him for a few before he started tickling her, only spurring her on more.

Once everything had settled back down, she could feel herself drifting off to sleep. Grayson noticed, too. He saw how she pulled the blanket almost all the way over her face, so he leaned over and whispered, "Sleep tight, honey."

A/N: OMG my first real story. I mean sure I wrote for the first first time yesterday, but it is so unbelievable. I always knew I was going to like writing, but I was scared to try my hand at it. I don't completely suck and it's not that bad.

A/N 2: ok, so i wrote the first author’s note when i frist wrote this! anyway i was forced encouraged into posting by @hereticryan @blindedbythelightt @brokendolan and @mrgraysondolan

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preferredrealty · 3 years

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Speechless - A Grayson Dolan Imagine/Blurb/Drabble?

I don’t know the difference between a Imagine/Drabble/Blurb. Can someone explain?

Anyways it’s short and cute

Country Music wasn’t exactly Grayson’s go to genre. Honestly he rarely listened to it. Of the top of his head he knows maybe one song? Possibly two but (Y/N) moved in with him, Country music seemed to consume him.

It was slowly creeping into his playlist, getting stuck on a loop in his head, a mindless hum he did while doing the dishes.

However if there is one occasion he loved to hear country music, it was nights like tonight.

Ethan and Kris were out on a date, Grayson had spent the evening working out and editing while (Y/N) worked on some course work for University. Curled up on the couch, laptop on her knee, snuggled into Grayson’s sweater.

As he stepped into the living room, freshly showered and in a pair of sweats he paused. Gone was his girlfriend he had intended to cuddle with. Her laptop was sat neatly on the couch, a text book resting on top of it.

Then he smelt it. She was baking.

The hum of music met his ears as he walked towards the fireplace, watching as (Y/N) rolled something out of the kitchen island.

Her phone sat near her playing a familiar song.

“hmm – every time you walk into the room – hmm- speechless.” She sang along softly asks she lifted the pastry she had made, laying it over the still steaming apple pie filling in the pie casing. She placed the pie in the oven to bake, jumping as arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“You leave me speechless every day.” Grayson pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

(Y/N) grinned as she turned to face him, her arms coming up around his neck. “I could say the same thing about you babe.” She tiptoed to press her lips to his. Grayson smiled into the kiss, pulling back to look at the timer she had set for the oven. “Smells good.” He hummed.

“New recipe, you always said you loved the smell of my Apple Pie so I found a Vegan recipe.”

Grayson looked down at her with raised eyebrows. “God you’re perfect.” He kissed her cheek, swaying them slowly to the rhythm of the song.

“I’m speechless, you already know that you’re my weakness. After all this time I’m just as nervous...I’m speechless.” Grayson sang sweetly into her neck as they danced. (Y/N) giggled pulling back from him.

“I knew I would convert you to country music.” She teased kissing his cheek.

“Way to ruin the moment.” He huffed

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ruewrote · 3 months

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𝑑𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑐 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

GRAYSON DOLAN

the only one

close call

ETHAN DOLAN

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strangerquinns · 3 years

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omg can you write something about pampering bf gray? i think it would be so cute 🥲🥲

grayson dolan x reader

"You have to stay still," You spoke as you looked down towards your boyfriend, his head resting in your lap.

The two of you were sitting on the living room floor with a movie playing deciding to relax after a long day of running errands and catching up on housework.

Grayson jumped at the chance for a little pampering, loving nothing more than relaxing in your lap while you placed a mask on his skin.

"I'm sorry baby," He spoke, his fingers lightly caressing your calves.

"Don't wanna get this stuff in your beard." You adjusted the spa headband you'd placed on him earlier, pushing his long hair from his face. With his beard being on the longer side now as well, sheet masks weren't an option.

You dropped your small spa spatula into the clay mask you made and continued to gently spread it across his face. He sighed softly as the cool clay spread across his face. Grayson's fingers stopped tracing random shapes on your legs and sagged more into your lap. A small smile spread across your lips as you continued to place the mask across his face. Once you were done, you grabbed two cooling eye patches and placed them over his eyes.

"How does that feel?" You asked looking down towards him.

"Fucking amazing." Grayson groaned softly

"If you're a good boy I'll give you a nice massage."

"I'm always a good boy for you baby." Grayson smirked, "But I would love one cause my back has been killing me again."

"Need to chill out with the heavy lifting bub, you're going to hurt yourself one day." You sighed before bending forward so your lips lightly pressed against his.

Minutes passed before you moved to wipe the mask from his face, before spreading a serum in its place. Grayson sat up and turned towards you, before bending down and giving you a proper kiss. You moaned softly against his lips.

"Thank you, baby." He smiled down towards you.

"Of course. Now lay down, getting those knots out of your back."

Grayson moaned softly and reached to take off his sweatshirt and tossing it to the side. You grabbed a pillow for him to rest his head on before you grabbed some lotion to use.

"You're too fucking good to me, god damn." He spoke as you began to slowly spread the lotion across his back. You straddled across his ass before starting at his lower back, using your fingers to dig deep into his muscles. Grayson let out a loud groan as he felt the tension in his back start to lessen. "Oh fuck...right there...fuck..."

Slowly you worked your way up towards his broad shoulders working out the knots you felt tight in his back as best as you could. When you were finished you placed a small kiss on his shoulder and laying against him slightly. Grayson shifted to roll over, before pulling you back onto his chest. His arm wrapped around your waist before kissing your forehead.

"Thank you for that, really felt good."

"Of course." You looked towards him and smiled as you rested your head on his chest.

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watchmegetobsessed · 5 years

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“Can I be the small spoon tonight?” (Grayson Dolan)

the goofy juice inspired me, don’t blame me

word count: 1.5 k

drabble list masterlist

“Thanks for taking care of me, babe,” Grayson sighs from the hospital bed as a nurse fixes his IV up. You smile down at him warmly.

“Of course.”

It’s been only four days since he had his nose surgery and everything was going fine until one morning he woke up and one side of his nose was swollen. The doctor said he needed surgery asap to fix it up so here you are, Grayson on a hospital bed once again about to be hit by the goofy juice. Lisa has already flown back home and Ethan would have had to cancel a meeting to take Grayson to the hospital, so you said you’ll be alright on your own, taking care of your goofy boyfriend once his nose is all tamped up again.

“Alright, you ready?” the doctor appears at his bed and Grayson nods his head before reaching for your hand.

“See you in a bit,” he smiles giving your hand a gentle squeeze before he gets pushed away on his bed.

The surgery doesn’t take longer than twenty minutes, you sit in the room patiently waiting and texting Lisa to update on him. When he returns his nose is covered with bandage, eyes closed, but clearly watery as his eyelashes stick to his skin wet.

“Ay! Here’s my girl!” he mumbles barely understandably as the nurses make sure everything is alright around his bed before leaving. Pulling a chair you sit beside him, gently taking his hand in your palms.

“Hey, how are you feeling?”

His head turns in your direction, but his eyes remain closed.

“I’m feelin’ the vibes. This stuff is awesome.”

You chuckle at him patting his hand. He is a dork without this juice, but with it he is just over the top, really. His hair is a mess, he didn’t blow-dry it in the morning knowing it’d be messed up anyway during his hospital visit and to be honest, you like floppy haired Grayson. He looks cozy and cuddly.

“Babe, you’re awesome,” he sighs, eyes open only a tiny bit.

“I am?” you grin at him and he nods.

“You are and I love you so fucking much.”

“Glad to know,” you chuckle, brushing his hair out of his forehead.

“No, I mean I love you. Like, a lot.”

“Grayson, I know you love me. I love you too, but we are kind of over these statements.”

You’ve been dating him for over two years now, he first said he loved you after just one month and not even one day went by without him telling you even if it was in only a text.

“I got the best girl,” he mumbles to the nurse who quickly changes his bandage on his nose. She smiles over at you knowingly.

“She does seem like a total win.”

“That’s exactly what she is. A win,” Grayson cheers, a tear rolls down his face and grabbing a tissue you dry his cheeks. “Babe, I want to cuddle you.”

“We can cuddle as much as you want when we get home.”

“Can I be the small spoon tonight?”

You can’t push your smile down as you look at your bulky, all muscle boyfriend, asking to be the small spoon in bed tonight. It’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen and if his face wasn’t all messed up and swollen you’d kiss him stupid.

“Of course you can,” you smile and he lets out a satisfied sigh.

“You know, I should get some of this juice every damn day. I feel so relaxed and warm.”

“I don’t think we could deal with extra goofy Grayson every day,” you caress his cheek and fix his blanket over him that he has been slowly kicking off of his body.

“I’d be funny tho. And wakening.”

“What do you mean by that?” you furrow your eyebrows at him.

“I’m having thoughts.” His wording makes you smile as you wait for him to elaborate on it. “You’re just way too good for me, I’m like shook that you’re still dating me.”

“Don’t be silly,” you giggle.

In half an hour he is all good to leave, with the help of the nurses you dressed him and pushed him out in a wheelchair. In the meanwhile he started rambling about butterflies, potatoes and birds being weird flying puffs. Sometimes you totally lost his trail of thoughts, more focused on getting him in the car safely, which was quite the challenge. He kept unbuckling himself the moment you were about to close the door on him. It took you five tries to finally make him stay.

“I need ice-cream,” he sighs, head resting against the window, eyes closed again. Stopping at a red light you reach over and fix his shirt that rode up on his torso after his impromptu dance-off he just had a few minutes ago.

“Hey, are you undressing me?” he questions, eyebrows knit together.

“I’m doing the opposite,” you sigh, but you can’t hold your smile back.

“Oh. What a bummer.”

“Oh my God,” you chuckle at him shaking your head. Unbelievable.

Arriving back to his house Ethan is already at the driveway, waiting to help you get him inside.

“Hey, it’s my bro!” Grayson cheers seeing his brother and Ethan just stands there next to the car, staring down at his messed up twin in the car, sliding lower and lower in the seat with each passing moment.

“He is such a mess,” Ethan chuckles and you agree.

Taking Grayson from both his sides you and Ethan support him inside, barely making it to his room since he keeps wanting to collapse and sit on the floor on the way. He says he needs to be grounded, joke of the decade.

“Oh this is my room!” Grayson states once he is finally lying on his bed.

“He looks like a huge baby,” Ethan shakes his head laughing at his brother.

“Alright, thanks for the help, I’ll take care of him from here,” you tell Ethan, but it’s for Grayson’s sake. You don’t want to give his brother more to joke about once Gray’s head clears out.

“You want some water, babe?” you ask pulling a blanket over him.

“Nah. Come spoon me. You said I can be the small spoon.”

“How do you remember that?” you chuckle sighing, but kicking your shoes off anyway to get into bed with him.

“I remember everything about you.” Nuzzling his head into the pillow he brings your arms around his waist as you cuddle him from the back. “Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” Pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder you make yourself comfortable and ready to take a nap with your little patient.

“But like,” he continues. “I love you so much, I could marry you right now.”

Your eyes pop open as you replay his words in your mind. Marriage only came up a handful of times since you started dating Grayson, you both agreed you don’t want to get married for at least a few years since both of you feel like it’s just too early for that. You felt like Grayson was also kind of anxious about it even though he said he can’t wait to have a family. It made you think that there might be something about you that’s making him afraid of marriage suddenly, but this statement is odd now.

“You could?” Lifting your head you wait for his answer and you almost start thinking he is asleep, but then he mumbles something under his breath. “What? I don’t understand what you’re saying, Gray.”

“I said,” he sighs, turning a bit so now you can see his face. “Of course I could, that’s all I want in life.”

“I thought you had doubts about marriage.”

It’s probably not your best idea to start a conversation like this with him in this state, but you’re too afraid to ask him when he is sober.

“Not about marriage,” be slurs, eyes still closed as he is now lying on his back. “I’m afraid I’m not the one for you.”

Your heart sinks, but it’s also a relief. You were so afraid he changed his mind about starting a family because he didn’t see it with you, but this just put everything into a whole new perspective.

“Gray,” you gently smile at him as he opens his eyes a bit. Cupping his cheek in your hand you lean down and peck his lips shortly. “I could marry you in a heartbeat.”

“So you don’t think I’m just the guy before the one?”

“No. You are the one,” you say and you really mean it.

You’ve been feeling like you found your final destination with Grayson for a long time. Everything changed in your eyes after you realized how different life is with the right person next to you.

A tear drop rolls down his cheek and you reach for a tissue from his nightstand.

“Babe,” he breathes out as you wipe his cheeks.

“Yeah?”

“It’s not from the tampon in my nose. I just really love you.”

“And I love you too,” you smile down at him kissing his forehead. “Now get some sleep, you need to clear your head out.”

“Okay,” he sighs, eyes closing again. “Damn this juice is the good stuff,” he mumbles making you laugh once more before he finally drifts off to sleep.

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Temptress - Grayson Dolan (Part one)

Read Temptress Part two here

WARNING: SMUT, age gap

Summary: Grayson and Y/N fight their urges of temptation towards each other. They know their age gap, but you have to love your neighbors as you love yourself.

Word count: 5.2k

A/N: Hi! So this is the first part of temptress. It’s also the first one-shot that I've posted on here. I originally wrote this as a blurb but I kinda wanted to make it into a full one shot. Sorry, it’s kind of short, I already have ideas of part two :) I’m still kinda of rusty, I apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy.

Also please send me some feedback? I’d really appreciate it because I know I need to improve lol. And if u wanna send me some asks and stuff I would love that :)

The cries of laughter and blaring music seeped through the windows and into the walls of his bedroom. He hadn’t looked through the window yet in fear that she would see him, but the orchestra of unfamiliar voices crawled under his skin and manifested themselves into his vulgar mind. It’s almost as if she wanted to draw his attention. The thoughts of her caused an ache in not only his core but his heart too.

She looked so innocent. So prim and proper, tailored to perfection. Her intentions seemed so pure on that hot summer night when she greeted him with a wide smile, introducing herself as his new neighbor. She had the deepest eyes he had ever seen, almost as if she had something to uncover. A secret that was as dirty as his. She flooded his hopes, anticipating that she would be as lustful as himself, but his optimism was shattered once she uttered her age, coolly bringing it up in a sentence. A pang of guilt caused his eyes to widen that night.

She was barely of age but she was so alluring, the type of girl that would shriek at the sight of his bulge. The type to squeal if a drop of pleasure were to amass in her stomach. That one encounter with her sent him through a spiral of unsettling thoughts; ideas and wishes that could not be fulfilled by anyone else. Although, despite his doubts about experiencing the softness of her skin, he continued to have lewd fantasies about her.

Her voice was as sweet as summer berries and her lips were so plump and juicy. Her cheeks were pink, and he almost had the urge to pinch them out of curiosity. She was so…cute. Even her harmless little giggles made his body go numb.

So there he stood, the golden reflects of the sun lingered on his skin as he inched towards the window. He shouldn’t, but he wanted to. His body was drawn to the idea of seeing her prancing around in nothing but her bathing suit. Oh, how he wished to see her in her full glory as he peered through the glass. He scanned through the nameless faces and he made direct eye contact with her. Her skin wet and glistening against the beaming sun, a book covering her whole face part from her bright eyes against the light. He took a moment to observe her laying there, clad in a bright yellow bikini that made his mouth water. He witnessed every curve from her delicious looking thighs to her perfectly shaped breasts. He trailed his way up back to her face, only to see the blurb of her book against it.

She was teasing him. Her eyes would wander to his window every so often in hopes to catch a glimpse of him. She wasn’t ready though, ready for when he would stroll to his window, the skin of his chest exposed under the rays, eyes trailing up her body. She watched as he made his way up higher. He was such a dream to look at. The way his tousled hair would frame his beautiful face, how he would clench his jaw at the sight in front of him. She had never really seen a man as beautiful as Grayson. She would even have little fantasies in her head, thoughts of touching his pink lips with her own. No boy had ever made her mind conjure such things into her sinless head, let alone a grown man who she thought was certain to be at least a couple years older. She observed the way his chest would rise a little higher each second he would stare at her. His right hand reached up to the name of his neck, accentuating his bulging bicep, trailing his hand from the back of his head, along his thick head of hair until he reached the front his front strands, easing his hand back towards his nape.

She blushed at the sight of the Adonis that glared at her. His face turned into a frown, clenching his jaw some more. Out of embarrassment, she hid her face with her book that she read. But her fun was over when she removed the book that covered her sweet eyes only to see that he had disappeared. Her lips contorted into a pout as she slightly slumped against her sun lounger, the noise of the guests and splashes of the pool gradually making their way back to her ears.

That night, the moon beamed down into both their rooms as they touched themselves at the thought of each other. It was her first time to do such a thing, but the man who she had only just met last week consumed her mind, filling it with dirty fantasies that radiated from her body.

His hot sweaty figure glistened against the full moon, his whimpers were low enough not to wake his brother next door, but he wanted to moan loud enough so she could hear his aching desires that he so wished to be fulfilled. He imagined having his voice against her ear, whispering sweet nothings until they both reached their peaks.

She was overwhelmed yet she kept going, feeling the rush of ecstasy fill her whole body. She desired him so badly, she needed this man. Oh, how filthy of her!

She could see her own reflection in his eyes, her petite figure against the hazel eyes. He was truly beautiful. She took in a jagged breath, taken aback by his glowing skin and wet forehead and observed him. A few strands were stuck to his forehead; his cheeks were reddened and his bare chest was heaving fast, up and down. The plump lips slightly agape, allowing slow but deep breaths to escape from them.

There it was again. The tingle she would get at the sight of him, it was like he had some sort of trance over the poor girl. She gulped and opened her mouth to say something but her jitters got the best of her. How could this man make her so speechless? She was yet to experience anything meaningful with this man but he had her wrapped around his finger already. She could feel his burning gaze graze over her face as she looked down. And for a moment, she forgot that she rang his doorbell and stood there on his front porch.

“Uh..” He was confused, but sort of pleased to see her. The delicious girl from next door came and knocked on his door and he was not bothered one bit that she came and interrupted his work out. She looked so sweet. Her staring eyes looking up to his, he could see her bright iris’ through her thick eyelashes and wondered about how she would look on her knees for him.

“S-sorry.” She looked at him pleadingly and it was driving him insane. “I’m-”

“Y/N, yeah you’re from number three right?” Of course, he knew, he didn’t need her to answer that.

“Um – yes, my mother told me to come by and drop off some fruit she picked up at the market.”

He trailed his eyes down towards her arm and to his surprise, there was a large basket of delightful looking fruit held in her small hand. He could see all kinds of colors coming from the hamper; oranges, pinks, reds, but his eyes landed on the tiny white dress she had on, exposing her smooth thighs. “Aren’t we supposed to bring the new neighbors housewarming gifts?” He arched his eyebrow at her.

His intimidating glare was burning hot as she felt heat rushing throughout her whole body. “Yes, but, my mother insists. She said that she spoke with your parents at church the other day.” She stopped for a second to look away from his stare. “They were talking about how the were always too busy to go grocery shopping.” It was a weird conversation, but she was there stood behind her mother that Sunday patiently waiting for them to finish their conversations. A part of her was upset at the fact that the man in front of her didn’t attend the mass.

She looked up again through her lashes again and he cursed to himself. “How sweet of you.” He was trying his hardest not to fuck her right there on the porch. He knew he couldn’t. She just looked so needy in his eyes, he kept imagining her whole figure naked, riding his cock. He raised his arm to lean it on the door frame, showing off his heavy bicep. Grayson looked at her one last time, scanning his eyes top to bottom and tilted the corner of his lip up. Without warning he spun around, walking down his hallway at a slow pace. His broad back was exposed, every crevice and dip made her stomach flip. His muscles looked as though they flexed with every move he made. “Come.” He instructed her, without even turning around and checking up on the sweet girl who was staring in awe.

He was finding it hard to describe her as anything else other than ‘sweet’. She looked like a sweet girl, a kind one with a big heart. He bet she tasted sweet, as sweet as the fruit in that basket.

She followed him, closed the door behind her and proceeded to the kitchen with her fruit basket in hand. He began to reach his arm towards her and her heart started to pound again, grazing his fingers over her hand as he took the basket from her and set it on the counter. Their eyes met once again but he backed away before he was tempted to touch more than the back of her hand. She took a moment to look around the kitchen to distract herself from her dirty thoughts. It was spacious, mostly white walls with an incredible amount of light shining through from the glass doors which lead to their yard. He motioned for her to sit on a stool. Damn it. She was staring at him again, but this time her eyes were trailing down from his thick neck, across his chest and torso to his prominent v-line. She licked her lips at the sight but immediately scolded herself for doing it. She had never looked at a man like this, especially an older man.

Grayson wasn’t too old though; he was only twenty-five. Their seven-year age gap was not too overstretched as she was eighteen and legal, but they had to put their temptations to the side. When Grayson agreed on visiting his parents for the summer he never knew he would encounter such a beautiful temptress next door.

“These peaches look delicious.” He kept eye contact with her as he took one in his hand and took a bite. He sucked it up a little before disconnecting the fruit from his lips and chewing it, juices dripping from the corners of his mouth. Now, this was when she felt an ache in her core. The tingles from a couple minutes ago subsided and formed into something almost painful, it was something new, and she couldn’t suppress it. He used his long fingers to swipe over the juices left on his face and turned back to her. “So, how was your little party yesterday, Y/N?” He said in an almost mocking tone, it was like he knew that she wanted him to catch her in that bikini. She wanted him to see her venerable and almost naked.

“It was fun,” she spoke hesitantly, “I would’ve invited your family over-”

“Don’t worry about it Y/N.” He took another bite of his peach, slightly sucking it some more. “I would’ve been too tempted anyway.”

Her heart rate increased the moment he said that; she considered it to be an innocent sentence, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking about being tempted by her – how she was likewise infatuated with him on the first day they met. She watched him as he stood across from her on the other side of the counter.

“You looked cute,” he continued on, chewing his juicy little peach. “So, tell me Y/N…” There was a long pause as he took another bite of the peach again, “how’s settling in? School? friends?” Grayson wanted to ask her something about her little yellow bikini, but he knew it was inappropriate.

“It’s going well,’ she paused for a second to look at his face, “I’ve almost finished unpacking. And as for friends, you’re probably the only person that I’ve had a full conversation with.”

His eyes grew slightly wider, noticing a little sparkle in her eye. “But it seemed like you had plenty to talk to yesterday.” He remembered seeing a lot of people there, even a few boys that eyed her up and down. The thought of how easy it was for a boy to take her innocent little pussy that day made got him heated. It was true, she had invited quite a few of her new ‘friends’, but she quickly became uninterested in them when all they would do is gossip. “They gave me bad vibes,” she shifted as his eyes were fixed on hers, “and they all kind of intimidated me…I didn’t realize that all the girls were perfect and how the guys were kind of big.”

“Big?” Grayson arched his eyebrow, chuckling lightly. Yet he was all but amused on the inside. If he found out that a boy had laid a finger on her he won’t hesitate to take her on the table and show her the difference between a boy and a man. He was finding it harder and harder to resist her as the seconds passed. His erection started to rise at the thought of taking her virginity. He was almost certain that she was as innocent as she looked but perhaps she decided to give it to one of the shits that were staring at her for the whole day. He then took one last bite of his peach, sucking it hard.

“Uh- I meant- just- that the guys here are taller than me,” her tone sounded like she was asking a question as her cheeks began to redden “they made me feel smaller than I usually am…” She trailed off as he cast his burning gaze into her eyes. He walked over her, towering over her figure.

“Do I intimidate you, Y/N?” He looked down on her, connecting their eyes. Her face was so close to touching his chest as she sat there. She felt the familiar feeling of her heart pounding. She looked up at him with a gulp, she didn’t realise that she was holding her breath until her throat started to hurt a little. But he pulled a grin on his beautiful face and chuckled loudly, breaking away from her slightly. The boisterous laugh made her feel embarrassed, she thought that she was mocking him. Her heart began to ache, thinking that he was teasing her; a naive little girl.

“I- I think I better go now,” was all that she could say, she was feeling heavily frustrated and embarrassed. She could feel her core throbbing and her heart getting attached to Grayson’s bright smile. The man in front of her was so endearing yet he was the cause of this sexual build up inside of her.

He stopped smiling at her and his lips formed into a slight pout. “Wait,” she was already getting up from her stool, fixing her dress that slightly rode up. He glanced at her thighs again then licked his lips. “Try one, they’re delicious.” She looked up to see him with a peach in his hand and dark brooding eyes. He wanted her. So fucking badly. He needed to taste her. But right now he just wanted to be in her company for a little longer, before she decided to run away from the ‘big’ man who she found so daunting.

Her eyes flickered from the peach to his deep pupils, taking the fruit and putting her mouth on it. It made a squelching noise as she took a big bite, keeping her eyes on his; her lips pressed against the skin of the peach as juices spilled out and trickled quickly from her chin down her neck. But she didn’t realise the mess she had made as soon as a small moan escaped her lips. Grayson was right, it was delicious, so delicious she closed her eyes.

The sight in front of him caused his cock to twitch. Her little moan, the juices dripping down her face; just that look of ecstasy on her as she closed her eyes made him almost cum on the spot. He couldn’t help but whimper a small “fuck” out of his mouth as he observed her.

She snapped open her eyes quickly when heard him curse, and to her surprise, she was met with a dark-eyed man; hunger evident in his face. “It tastes wonderful,” she giggled slightly in hopes to relieve some of the obvious sexual tension between the two. But that did nothing but fuel his temptations some more. Her breath hitched as she realised how close she was to him; her back was pressed against the counter. Then, out of pure lust, he used his large hand to trail his long fingers up from her neck, to the tip of her chin and finally to the corner of her mouth, collecting the excess succulence from the fruit. He took her by surprise when he licked his two fingers, sucking the juices off, letting out a groan, all while keeping eye contact with her. “So sweet,” he murmured lowly with a slight croak in his voice. She could feel her thighs start to become wet, so she pressed them together to release some of the throbbing but it only drew his attention to her exposed thighs.

“I bet you taste just as sweet.” He spoke so quietly that she almost missed it. He reached his fingers up to the corner of her pink lips once more, taking the rest of the juices on his two fingers, but this time he hovered them over her mouth.

She was nervous, her head was spinning at the strong ache she could feel in her core, and his hard cock pressing against her was not helping, but she knew she needed that man and he needed her too. And so she opened her mouth, letting the man – who she met not too long ago – put his fingers inside her mouth, feeding her the delicious fruit juices collected from her skin. She then decided to close her lips around his fingers, the soft plumpness making him let out another low groan. She began to suck it, taking all the juices from his thick fingers as he slowly pulled them out.

“Y/N,” he took that same warm hand to place it on her cheek, using his thumb to rub softly against her smooth skin. He could feel her breath quickening as he did so, “my little temptress.” They both stared into each other’s eyes, witnessing their iris’ get deeper in color. He leaned his face forward, touching her lips for a light yet passionate peck before pulling away quickly, observing her face contort into a small smile as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Their lips molded into one another’s, sucking and exploring the surface of their pillows. Grayson took the liberty to take her lips between her teeth, making her drip for him. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling slightly, trying to mimic the actions he did to her lip. Their tongues explored the walls of their mouths, teeth clashing which added to the hotness of the summer sun which now lingered on their skin.

Grayson used his large hand to cup her face, disconnecting their lips, making her look up to him. “I want to fuck you, Y/N,” he whispered bluntly, “I want to feel my cock stretch your tight little pussy right now,” he pecked her lips then pulled away again, “but I can tell,” he placed another affectionate kiss on her cheek, “that you’ve never let anyone inside yet.” Her eyes grew wide at his words. “So, will you let me eat you, Y/N?”

Her head began to spin again. She had been fantasising about his lips against her pussy ever since she met him. The way his plump lips would feel against her wetness and suck against her throbbing clit. Grayson’s hand grazing across her naked thigh made her jump. She was so adorable it just made him want to pound her until she was begging him to stop. He was so tempted by her, so he connected their lips together again, their tongues battling for dominance until Grayson trailed his mouth down to her neck; licking and sucking on the smooth skin. “You smell heavenly.” That small compliment sent shivers down her spine and caused the throbbing in her core to be more prominent. He continued to kiss and suck until she was moaning his name, rolling off her tongue like she was born to do it. “Say yes,” he whispered against the nape of her neck, sucking harder, leaving a red mark on her skin. She only moaned in response, pulling his chocolate locks a little roughly, causing him to whimper at her touch. “Tell me that you want me to eat you, Y/N, fuck.” He was waiting for her permission, for the words to fall out of her beautiful mouth.

“Grayson…” She couldn’t stop moaning, she had never been touched by anyone before, no one had ever kissed down her neck like this before, and she was feeling all new sensations. “Yes- I want you to.” She whimpered, desperate for his mouth to meet her dripping core.

“I want you to say it.” Grayson was now cupping her face again, her eyes drawn to his. “Tell me how much you want me to eat you, Y/N.” A shriek came from her mouth as she felt his fingers go under her skirt and graze her soaking underwear. He smirked at how the smallest thing can make her squirm.

“Grayson, eat me, please.” She was practically begging now, she couldn’t resist his velvety sound and the way he said her name. Her sweet voice made his cock ache in his shorts and he could feel himself throbbing.

“I’d love to.” His lips tilted into a smile. A genuine smile that showed real happiness in him. He then leaned in once more, kissing her sugary lips that still and the flavors of peach lingering on them. He wasted no time in grabbing her waist, lifting her to sit her on the counter. He placed his hands on her thighs, rubbing them gently as they etched closer to her burning heat. Their mouths were still connected, sucking and gliding across each other’s tongues. Y/N whimpered when their tongues came apart. Grayson’s face was close to hers, he was breathing heavily as he let “so beautiful” slip out of his lips before lowering his head. His nimble fingers slipped her underwear off, her dress still covering her throbbing pussy. Grayson decided to tease himself, not letting himself see her pussy until later, savoring the moment with her. He wanted to make himself wait, the more he waits the better it’ll feel when he sees her wet core, all for him.

He trailed his thick fingers along her dripping slit to her pulsing clit. He could feel the precum leaking from his cock as he felt how warm she was. “You’re soaking, baby.” The pet name made her heart flutter, it sounded so good coming from his mouth. Grayson went back down and she shrieked at the amount of pleasure that was building up in her stomach. Grayson grinned to himself, he had only just got started with her and she’s already writhing under him. His eyes were focused on her face as he began to rub her clit faster at an even pace. Oh, how he wished he could just pull his cock out and feel her around him. He applied more pressure on his rubbing as she felt her peak coming.

“Gray-s- I’m-”

Her breathing became heavy as he started to rub faster, going in circular motions, against her needy little pussy. He didn’t think that she would cum under his touch so early but she couldn’t wait to see her face as she came. “Fuck,” he could feel her shaking so his touch became rough, pressing into her until she moaned; moaned his name out so loud that he could have came right then and there with her. She gushed on his fingers as he still continued to rub her sensitivity.

“I’ve got so many more ways to make you cum, Y/N,” he watched her as her face exploded with pleasure, how her eyebrows furrowed and how her lips parted to scream his name. He bought his fingers up to his lips and tasted her juices and his eyes widened when the taste of sweet summer fruit remained on his tongue. She was utterly delicious. He could still feel her cum dripping from her hot little pussy and he couldn’t take it anymore.

He lifted her white little dress up and the sight before him made his mouth water. Her tight little cunt was soaking, the sticky cum spread around her clit to her thighs. He looked up to her face, breathing heavily and doe-eyed, waiting for his tongue to touch her sweet core. There was a sort of glint in her eye that he couldn’t comprehend. But before she could glance back at him he lowered his head, she could feel his hot breath on her pretty pink pussy. But before she could open her mouth to say anything he swiped his tongue lightly from her entrance to her clit, humming after a full taste of her flavor. “Such a sweet girl with a sweet little pussy.” His eyes looked up to meet her eyes, she was watching him and he smirked at her devilishly, knowing that she was waiting for him to do more.

So he gave her just that; he prepared his lips, licking them while keeping eye contact with her. He went down to lick her thighs, cleaning up the cum that was spread across them. Then he began to suck, groaning once he was satisfied with the new marks he had given her. Her eyes were fixated on his tongue, watching him use it skilfully against the smooth skin of her thighs. Grayson’s hot breath against her core made her whimper. He could feel his dick aching but he was so focused on giving her the most pleasure she will ever receive. He let out an animalistic growl before he spoke. “Fucking mine.” He spread her legs out roughly, then attached his mouth to her aching pussy using his lips to mimic his movements when he was making out with her. Sucking lightly then brushing his tongue inside, getting the real essence of her heavenly cunt. Her moans and whimpers made him wild. “I’m going to make you cum. Hard,” licking her pussy some more, “and I’m going to be the only one who ever gets make this sweet pussy cum.” He said in a husky tone, looking up at her deep eyes before going back to giving her everything he had.

Her moans filled the sticky air, his name was chanted by her multiple times. She began to feel sweat slowly trickling down her forehead. Grayson was going fast now. Lapping his tongue back and forth against her soft walls. He savored every moment he had buried deep within her thighs, using his hands to spread her legs out further and humming whenever her moans would get louder. He used his lips to suck on her clit, making her whimper and screech.

It was almost unbearable for her, the pleasure would make her subconsciously close her legs, to which Grayson responded with a groan, spreading her legs wider than before. His tongue and lips were delicate yet they were moving roughly against her, sucking and licking every inch of her beauty. She moved her hands down towards his hair, pulling on it slightly as Grayson used his tongue to devour her.

“Fuck!” She shrieked as he began to suck harder on her clit. She could feel the way he used his lips to wrap around her, his tongue digging deeper and deeper into her core. He could feel her thighs shaking, knowing she was close so he went faster and harder. He sucked her clit and used his tongue to lick her tight little pussy until she was screaming his name, her eyes rolling back and her back arched. She felt the sudden rush of extreme pleasure quickly. He slurped her up with his lips as she continued to cum in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of the melodiousness that was oozing from her.

She thought that he would stop but Grayson kept going. Now using his fingers to rub on her swollen clit; a delightfully pink color. She was breathing heavily already, worn out by his tongue. Her moans got louder when she grabbed her legs, folded them together and pushed them up to her chest, giving him better access to her tight little hole. He used one hand to assist rubbing her pussy while he used the other to keep her legs up. He took his long tongue and used it to push inside her tight cunt.

“G-grayson! I-” He didn’t let her finish her sentence as he kept going. Taking his tongue out and pulling it out again, fucking her with it. She was so engrossed by the pleasure that she started to grope her own breast, imagining his large hands instead of hers. He used his fingers to spread out her lips, licking around them before finally putting his tongue back in, making her back arch from pleasure again. She felt like her brain was rolling around her head, the pleasure too immense to describe. I was only a matter of seconds until she would come for the third time for Grayson. He stuck his tongue in more so she could feel him deeper inside her tight walls.

“I’m going to-” her moans almost took over, “cum, Grays-” He rubbed his fingers rapidly as she came harder than ever before, her juices spilling over him and on his chest. God damn. She just squired for him. His eyes widened with want as soon as he saw her gushing for him, her trickling fluid dripping off the counter. He wanted to be inside her, but he knew he did more than enough for her today. She was heaving, and he only just noticed the tears threatening to spill from her wide eyes. He felt a pang of guilt hit him but it disappeared when a smile formed on her lips. She sat up, grabbed his neck and pressed their lips together. She could taste herself from his lips and she had to agree with Grayson; she did taste sweet.

They intertwined their lips together for the next hour, exchanging their filthy thoughts and fantasies of each other, promising that they will fulfill their deepest desires.

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honestandsincere · 5 years

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Imagine y/n stumbling upon frat!grayson whilst he’s slouched against the wall outside of Beta Pi Delta, his head hung in between his legs. He isn’t intoxicated, far from it in fact. He’d managed to escape the mania inside, desperately lumbering through the hordes of freshmen towards the open French doors that lead out onto the backyard. Grayson just needed air, the proper kind that wasn’t polluted with smoke and breath and sweat. He needed to breathe.

Y/n doesn’t know what to do, she’d only come out to look for her friends, expecting to see them sharing a joint or something. But the yard is deserted, the lights from the pool illuminating its grimy tiles and the cheap plastic lanterns adorning the decking have long run out of power. She’s closed the glass door behind her out of respect for the scantily dressed girls inside, not wanting them to get cold. Consequently the music isn’t as deafening having been reduced to murmured melodies and pounding basslines. Y/n sighs in disappointment whilst wrapping her arms around herself in the chill night-time air, exhausted from all the dancing and mingling she’s done. Then she spots him, slumped against the stained brick. She can barely make out his silhouette against the looming shadows of the house, but deciding that it’s for the best that she checks up on him, she strides over. As y/n gets closer, she can see the broad curve of his back rising and falling rhythmically and the way his arms are hooked over his knees, as though he’d fall apart if he wasn’t holding himself in place. Y/n’s a few paces from him when she clears her throat softly. Grayson can’t bring himself to open his eyes, let alone look upwards to examine who had come to disturb him. This bemuses her as she’s certain it’s part of human instinct to acknowledge a being that’s approaching you, defence mechanisms and all that jazz. But the folded boy makes no attempt to recognise her presence, which only prompts her to take a few more steps towards him. She’s close enough to distinguish who he is, galvanising her into a brief state of catatonia. What was Grayson Dolan doing hiding from his own party?

Y/n knew Ethan through their shared Eng Lit tutorials together, they’d bonded over their intense dislike for the academic that runs the sessions. That professor litters his presentations with weird jokes that could easily be deemed beyond offensive, to which y/n and Ethan turn to each other ferociously wide-eyed with several bones to pick. Through Ethan, y/n knew Grayson. Well, she knows of him; they’ve never been formally introduced, but he’s campus royalty and she doesn’t live under a rock. However, y/n does live in a fairly acceptable apartment complex a short walk from Beta Pi Delta and somehow gets regular invites to crazy fraternity parties that are more fun then she’d care to admit, hence why she’s there tonight. “Uh, you ok?” she manages to ask, her tone purposefully soft. Grayson can’t say he recognises her voice, he’d half expected his intruder to leave after he’d paid them no attention. The last thing he wants to do right now is explain himself. “I could go get you some water if you’d like?” y/n continues, trying to be as tentative as possible. Grayson exhales audibly through his nose, as though to compose himself, before lolling his head backwards against the wall. His eyes land on her as she towers over him, her arms still clinging to her frame, dressed in some jeans that seem really comfortable and a black top that makes her look like a character from a 90s sitcom. Tiny silver earrings hang from her lobes and they sparkle in the darkness, illuminated by an unknown light source. He knows who she is and she’s really pretty. “No, I’m good thanks, y/n.” he rasps, eyes frantically trying to focus on her. “Oh!” she’s taken aback by the concept of him being aware of her existence. “Ethan’s pointed you out to me on many occasions,” Grayson half laughs, “if that’s what you’re wondering.” “Ok.” is all she can muster as a reply. An awkward silence settles over them with no intention of shifting until one of them breaks the quiet. Y/n doesn’t know what to do with herself, not wanting to leave him alone in the cold but also too scared to bombard him with her presence. Grayson continues to study her in the dim light, happy it was her that found him out there and not some alcohol-riddled mongrel of a fraternity brother that wants him to open another keg. She looks over her shoulder to give her something to do, pretending to continue to look for her girls. “I’m ok.” he says. She turns back to look at him, her gaze dancing over his figure. He looks drained, purple indentations under his darkened eyes juxtaposing his words. “Really?” “Yeah honestly, I just needed some air.” he shifts his head so he’s looking downwards again and she decides that she doesn’t like it when he looks away. “Not to be rude, but you sound like you’re lying.”

Instant regret pulses through her as soon as the words slip past her lips. She knows that when someone says they’re fine, more often than not they really aren’t and even more often than that they don’t want to talk about it. Y/n goes to turn away but she’s stopped by his voice. “I need some advice.” He declares. “Ok, do you want me to give it to you?” “If you wanna. Sit with me.” So she does. She lowers herself down so her back is pressed against the rough brick, scooping her legs up into her arms like he’s done. Y/n’s arm is pressed against his and he’s cold. “What do girls mean when they say you’re just not what they want?” he chuckles bitterly, leaning his head back against the wall again giving her a perfect view of his side-profile. “I don’t think that’s something exclusively said by girls.” she furrows her brow in amused confusion. “Really? I get it all the time.” “Ouch. That’s brutal.” “Yeah, it is.” he turns to look at her and smiles at her wincing. “Is that why you’re out here?” “Sort of.” “Do you wanna elaborate?” she’s acutely aware of her need to let him lead the conversation.

He begins explaining that Chelsea, a girl he had been set up with via his friend Bryce who also happens to be a girl y/n can’t say she knows, had been invited to the party tonight as Grayson’s sort of almost date. Grayson tells y/n that he has an awful track record when it comes to girls, he says he always falls too hard too fast and starts romanticising them in his head until he’s left with the harsh reality that she isn’t as great or as nice as he wants her to be. But Chelsea had seemed quite pleasant and Bryce’s persuasion skills were surprisingly strong, so Grayson had texted her for a few weeks. He says that he really opened up to her, yet was haunted by this feeling that she knew him better than he knew her. Chelsea couldn’t have been more disinterested, not even if she tried and it all climaxed tonight in the kitchen when she’d confessed she really only wanted to get to know Ethan and she’d heard Grayson was relatively easy. In a moment of bitter disappointment and unexpected hurt Grayson needed to breathe, so he’d escaped into the comforts of the cold empty night.

“God, that’s awful,” y/n gasps quietly, “I’m sorry.” “It’s not like you did anything, y/n.” he laughs but it’s sad and half-hearted. “Still, the whole situation sucks.” “Yeah I guess. I just feel as though I won’t ever be what people want. I’m not like Ethan, I’m not effortlessly confident or witty or book-smart. I have to work for what I want and he just seems to get things without trying.”

They’re enveloped in silence, but it’s not as stifling as the first one. Y/n feels comfortable in his presence despite barely knowing him and he feels as though a weight has been lifted from his shoulders, a weight he didn’t realise he’d been carrying. “I think you’re a catch, Grayson.” she whispers, “I mean I don’t know you but I really do think you’re pretty special.” He doesn’t know what to say. Pretty, smart girls don’t usually take him seriously. “And you may not see what I see, but just know that I think you’re great. It may be an incredibly humble opinion, but it’s a valid one nonetheless.”

“Thank you for listening.” is all he says, staring at her with so much adoration he can’t determine how it’s going to manifest. She grins back at him, “Of course, Dolan. If you ever want to talk again, I’m here.”

Y/n manages to coax him to his feet, taking both of his large hands in hers and pulling him gently back into the house. She tells him she won’t leave him if he doesn’t want her to and he wraps one of his muscular arms around her shoulder and tugs her tenderly into his side. They walk back into the party in each other’s arms, giggling at something y/n had said about the house smelling like the devil’s armpit.

Y/n and Grayson spend the rest of the night completely immersed in one another. He introduces her to his fraternity brothers, each of them elbowing him in the ribs and raising their eyebrows suggestively when her back is turned. Y/n is reunited with her friends who stare, utterly mesmerised by the Adonis that now seems to be little y/n’s closest confidante. Grayson can’t wipe the smile from his face as him and y/n seem to accumulate a small crowd of mutual friends and as she’s dragged away by one of her girls who is desperate for y/n to tell her everything, he can’t help but feel gorgeously content.

“You’re smitten, Gray!” Ethan laughs, slinging an arm around his younger brother, “She won’t hurt you, she has no bad bone in her body – they’re made of stardust or something.” “Tell me about it.”

She fell for him as he fell for her, slowly but unabashedly. Weeks later, y/n and Grayson are sat facing one another in the campus coffee shop, licking whipped cream off teaspoons. This was their second official date and it couldn’t have gone more swimmingly. Ethan had warned him not to get too invested too quickly, telling him that just because y/n had called him cute or whatever, it didn’t mean she was in love with him. But y/n found herself slipping into that delicious bliss that only comes with matching wits perfectly with someone. She knows Grayson like the back of her hand and she can’t get enough of him. “This is perfect,” Grayson sighs taking a sip of his hot cocoa. “I know, the marshmallows are to die for!” She grins this breathtaking kilowatt smile. “Yeah, the company’s not too bad either.”

I hope you enjoyed this little Grayson piece! I really can’t tell whether I like it or not, but I wanted to post something because of all the lovely comments I’ve received. Again, feel free to send me asks or concepts or suggestions! - K 💘

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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checklist concept your first time riding him ✨

grayson was the sweetest, most caring boyfriend you could ever ask for and you often questioned how you got so lucky to end up in the arms of an angel. he was so gentle with you, so kind and patient that you found yourself slowly letting your walls down and starting to experience things in life you were afraid off before him.

one of those things was riding. you had never even had sex before meeting grayson, so the thought of taking control and being on top, terrified you. however, the second you looked into w eyes, so soft yet needy for you, you felt ready. you wanted to please him and with his directions, what could go wrong.

“baby, relax for me yeah? we dont have to do anything you aren't comfortable with.”

you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat and nodded, his hands firmly gripping your hips as you straddled his bare lap, having just indulged in a hot and heavy makeup session. his lips were still red and swollen, inviting you to lean down and press another longing kiss to them as a way to confirm you wanted this.

“i want this, wanna make you proud.” you were intimidated by his long and hard length below you, proudly standing up as it was begging to be fucked. grayson knew that it was your ever first time riding someone, and he wanted to make you feel as relaxed and comfortable as possible. he would be there every step of the way to guide you and put your needs before his own. you always came first.

“i’ll help you, okay?” grayson murmured, sensing your nerves as his hand soothingly rubbed up and down the curves of your body he adored.

removing one hand from your hips, grayson reached down to grasp his cock firmly to give it a few strokes, smirking up at you when the tip leaked precum down his shaft. “sink down on me, baby,” he whispers and you obey, exhaling as you felt his thick girth slowly begin to stretch you out. grayson gripped your waist to guide you down, throwing his head back from the pleasure your slick walls provided.

you were so tight and so warm, he had to hold back from cumming on the spot.

"o-oh, just like that, good girl.”

grayson groaned at the sight before him. your breasts on full display as you leant forward to rest your hands on his pecks in order to help steady yourself. he couldn’t help but to suck a hardened nipple inside his mouth, sucking at the bud as you both moan in sync the more his dick filled you up.

“gray, fu-fuck,” you whimper, feeling so full and so good, his dick hitting all the new areas.

“bounce on it for me, baby,” grayson’s fingers dig into your hips, sure to leave a bruise. as he helped guide your movements, lifting you up and down his length. there was a burning feeling in your legs, but it felt amazing mixed with the pleasure you were getting from riding grayon’s dick for the first time.

“you’re doing so good, baby. you feel so fucking tight around me, so wet,” he groans and you found yourself riding him a bit faster, encouraged by his filthy words that went straight to your core. your juices dripping down your thigh and onto the bed sheets beneath you.

‘fuck, grayson,” you groaned, your hands flying to his long luscious hair as he moved both his hands to grip your arse, bouncing you up and down faster. you tugged on his locks, sobbing out. “god, you feel so fucking good, so full m’gonna cum!”

“mhmm, make yourself cum. want you to drench my cock, baby.” grayson sent a hard smack to your arse cheeks. the sound of your skin slapping agasint his was enough to have him thrusting his hips to meet your movements.

a few more bounces and you were done for. legs shaking and body collapsing into grayson’s sweaty chest as you let yourself come undone around his shaft, feeling grayson follow seconds after with his own heavy pants and groans of pleasure.

unable to bring himself to pull out of you, with your walls clenching around him, grayson drags you closer agasint his chest, kissing your forehead and praising you for doing such a good job.

“was that okay?” you mumble agasint grayson’s chest, pressing a delicate kiss to the skin over his heart as you bring yourself down from your intense high.

“you were perfect angel, looked so pretty using my cock. we’re definitely doing that more often.”

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mindofharry · 3 years

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Alpha! Grayson and y/n and y/n accidentally wanders off too far during like a walk or something and grayson finds her and gets all pissed and then it’s fluff in the end? I’ve been deprived of alpha gray lately😭😭😭😭

OMG I MISS ALPHA!GRAY SM!!!!

Because Y/N is human, grayson is super strict with her when they’re around the pack. He of course knows that no one in his pack would do anything to Y/N, and vice versa. But they all live in a pretty remote place during the summer - so it’s basically an invitation for rogue wolves to try and stake their claim at the pack and the alpha. It happens more times then grayson and ethan would like, but they always get it under control quickly and calmly. With Y/N staying with the pack during the summer (because grayson can’t be without her) grayson is more strict. Y/N gets it, of course she does. She gets grayson wanting her to be safe.

She does not get why she’s locked up in their room half the time. She can’t go out to the river and swim with all the the other members, she can’t look after the pups or help the pack doctors. She’s apparently not allowed to do anything with grayson supervising. She’s had enough and needs to some fresh air.

“Please? I’ll be super safe!” Y/N pouted, she was currently begging grayson to allow her to explore some of the woods around the camp. Grayson of course said no straight away. There hasn’t been a rogue wolf in weeks - but grayson is not taking any chances, the minute those wolves smell Y/N she’s done for. And although he’s trained her in combat, she’s definitely not strong enough to fight off those wolves even if they were injured.

“Baby, i’m sorry but i’m just not letting you go out there” Grayson said placing his hands on her hips. Y/N pouted again, her eyes filling up with tears. Graysons heart broke and he tried to look away, but the thought of her crying because of him made him hate himself a little. He sighed and kissed her forehead before giving in.

“Fine. You can go” Grayson said and Y/N turned off those tears quicker then they came on. Grayson raised his eyebrow but chose to ignore it.

“You have ten minutes and a guard will stand outside of the perimeter you’re in” Grayson stated and Y/N nodded squealing pecking grayson’s lips before getting her shoes from the end of the bed.

“See you later!” Y/N called out running down the stairs of the pack home. The guard, who she learned was named, Malakai, guided her through the bushes and onto the path of the woods. It was so beautiful out here, Y/N just wanted to enjoy it. She wished they lived here all year round, there’s beautiful scenery and everyone is always so happy and lively. Their walk was short and quiet, the guard only talking when Y/N spoke to him.

Y/N started walking foward into the woods, the guard standing post beside a large tree. “Don’t go far” He ordered and Y/N nodded with a smirk. She just wanted to explore a little. She hadn’t been out in so long. Soon enough, ten minutes turned into twenty and twenty turned into thirty. The guard had been looking for her the minute his timer went off and she had not arrived back. Y/N was sitting by a rock watching a deer and it’s baby eat. They looked so peaceful and she just couldn’t look away. She didn’t mean to lose track of time, nature just fascinated her. All the things she saw today, she couldn’t wait to tell grayson all about it. Even though he’s probably seen a lot more beautiful things than her.

“Y/N!” A voice called out, they called it out again and again but Y/N was so entranced by the beauty of the two animals she didn’t hear it. Grayson was going out of his mind, malakai had mind linked him and ethan to let them know Y/N hadn’t returned and he was going into the woods to search for her. Grayson nearly lost his shit, well actually he did. He threw a cup at the way and then immediately shifted into his wolf form running into the woods. Ethan and a few other members of the pack went down the river and other parts of the woods.

“Y/N?” Grayson called out, now out of his wolf form. God, she looked so happy. But he didn’t even notice because he stalked over to her quickly scaring away the two deers. He grabbed Y/N by the arm making her gasp. He had never done that before - not in a harsh way. Y/N couldn’t of been gone for that long, right? She didn’t mean to be so long.

“Grayson” She said as he pulled her along out of the woods. Members of the pack were looking at Y/N, some relieved and other still worried. Grayson looked like he was about to throw her in the dungeons for the night. Y/N had never seen grayson this angry before. Of course they’ve gotten into little fights, but it was usually Y/N that got angry and yelled. Grayson was always the composed one when it came to arguments.

“Grayson, please i’m sorry” Y/N said, but he continued on into their home and up the stairs not saying a word but still dragging Y/N along upstairs to their room. Y/N sighed, knowing she wouldn’t win this argument so she stayed quiet. Once they were in the room, Y/N sat down on their bed as Grayson paced back and forth in front of her. She didn’t exactly know what to do. So she apologised again.

“I’m really sorry-“

She was cut off by a laugh from grayson. He stood in front of her and shook his head.

“Sorry? You were gone for nearly an hour! You scared me” Grayson yelled, Y/N jumped at his tone he noticed and sighed sitting down beside her.

“I know you’re sorry. But you can’t do things like that” he said and Y/N nodded.

“You’re right. I’m sorry and i won’t wonder off.” she said and pecked his lips.

“On the plus side i got to see some pretty amazing things!”

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