#graysonbailey

[jtsfavslut]

Desperado [GD]

Description: Grayson participates in the famous November challenge, but Y/N has made it her mission to make him fail. 

Warnings: Ahh yes...smut, cinge, idk what else 

Word Count: 2.5K+

Touch starved.

The term was an understatement for your current situation. Why? Because your boyfriend decided to participate in the famous no nut fucking November. To say you hated it was another understatement.

You despised how committed he was to it. And to make matters worse, he didn't shave either.

And you being you, you were a whore for Grayson's beard. It was mid-November so it was right where you liked it, a bit past the scruff period.

Every Time you looked at him, your core did nothing but ache. Your legs clenched at the memory of how good he felt between them, his big arms wrapped around them; Holding you close to him as he made you cum for the 4th time that night with just his fingers and mouth.

"Penny for your thoughts?" His voice ranged in your head making you shake your filthy thoughts and memories away.

"Hmm?" you hummed turning to look at him, a smirk on his face disappearing when he licked his lips, coming back short after.

"Whatcha thinking about?"

"Nothing," you shrugged it off, but he knew. Grayson was fluent when it came to your body language, knowing what everything meant, even the slightest movement.

"Nothing? You've been staring at me and cleaning your legs, you're biting your lip and you're flushed. I know that look from a mile away, Angel," he taunted, making you turn your head and look away, scoffing in response.

"It's just hot in here. You have the heat all the way up," you murmured before getting up and walking away. 

"Are you serious?"

"It's just really hot in here that's all" an idea comes to mind and you strip your hoodie.

Grayson raises an eyebrow, already knowing where you're going with this "really"

"Yeah just really hot" you take your shirt off as well, leaving you in a bra and jeans, you were about to take off your pants before he verbally stopped you.

"Angel, don't you dare," his voice was stern and rough, letting you know you were working him up.

"What? I'm not doing anything bad, I'm gonna go swim," you replied before walking away, a smirk on your face, "To each their own Bailey, to each their own,"

"Keep it up, y/l/n," he whispered but you were long gone to even hear it, your feet dipped inside the cool pool water as you looked up at the clear sky.

Your attempt was a slight fail, it was good, just not good enough to crack Grayson.

Grayson Dolan was stubborn. Maybe as stubborn as they came, you blamed that on three things; his cockiness, his ego, and the fact that his top three had an influence on his personality.

But you couldn't give it. You had made it your mission throughout the entire month of November.

It was now the last day of the month, and you needed Grayson to crack. You needed him to crack hours before the month ended. You wanted to be as close as he could, yet as far as he could. Your plan was evil, perhaps it was, but it wasn't fair that you were forced to compete in a ridiculous, immature, high-school like bet.

You were sure this plan was going to work. You felt it in your bones. You were clever enough to use one of Grayson's qualities, and a few of his traits against himself.

If there's anything that Grayson was, other than stubborn, was dominant and jealous. One wrong look from a guy and he was railing you, fucking the pretty out of you, not that it worked since in his eyes, your prettiest state was when you were fucked out. Hair frazzled into all sorts of directions, a few beads of sweat dripping down your hairline onto your forehead, mouth slightly opened as deep, tired breaths fell past your lips, sore shaking legs, chest rising up as your eyes closed. A sight only he got to see, a sight he caused.

Your skimpy blood-red dress clutched onto your body in the most perfect way, a pair of matching heels covered your perfectly pedicured feet, a pair of silver snake earrings held onto your ears, and a simple matching snake necklace adorned your neck. A silver purse completed your outfit as you applied the last bit of gloss and highlighter you needed before slipping out of your vanity, grabbing your phone before leaving your room, walking towards the couch where Grayson laid on, a pair of gray sweats, with air forces, were present on his body.

"I'll be back around 2 am, don't wait up for me," you spoke, your nails suddenly becoming more interesting than a shirtless Grayson, "Peace you," you turned to walk away before his voice suddenly stopped you, a smirk making its way on and off of your face before you turned back around to face him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, placing his phone down before sitting up straight, his once hazel eyes scanning your body up and down.

"Out, where else?" you carelessly replied as he chuckled.

"Out where? With who?" he questioned, a dry chuckle falling past your lips as you shook your head, clutching on to your purse.

"The club, with Vinnie, invited me out for some drinks," you replied, only receiving a glare and a scoff.

"Since when do you go clubbing?" he asked and you shrugged.

"Since when do you care?" you scoffed, "Anyways, he's here, I need to go, have fun," and with that, you were gone.

You were out the door, as Grayson's anger increased. Sure, he did trust you. But he also knew about your history with Vincent.

He knew everything, from how you went from best friends to fuck-buddies, to best friends again, so he felt a bit uncomfortable with you going out for drinks with someone you spent countless nights with.

Vinnie however, was aware of everything. He was your last resort. You knew how jealous Grayson got whenever he was around. Of course, he agreed, knowing how sexually active you were. He knew you couldn't last a month. He was in fact surprised you had gotten this far without touching yourself, which he knew because you told, just like you did with everything else.

"Do you think this will work?" He asked, taking a shot of the tequila he had ordered, "Like was he mad?"

"He was furious, you should've seen his face," you replied after swallowing the aged liquid, the slight burn giving you nothing but satisfaction, "He should be checking my location right about now," you giggled when the tiny typing bubble popped up in your texts with Grayson. It had been a few hours since you left, meaning Grayson was probably getting ready to bring you home and punish you for being bad and bratty.

"Hey, if he doesn't give you what you want, just know, I'm always up for you," Vinnie smirked, flashing his hand on your face, rings adore his fingers, as black nail polish perfectly laid on his nails.

"In your dreams Vincent," you playfully smacked his hand, knowing he was only playing around.

"You're right, you know? I liked you more when I had you to myself," he scoffed, shaking his head, taking another shot letting out a groan at the taste.

"Oh please V, I'm sure you have plenty of entertainment around," you rolled your eyes as you stared at his hands.

Oh, how you wished Grayson would accomplish your wishes of painting his nails black, but he claimed it was simply not his style. Of course, you understood, but you still wanted him to do it, it was, after all, something you found incredibly attractive.

"Not really, no one offers what I need, you know? They all like that vanilla shit, with the aftercare and soft shit,"

"But you did that with me?" you asked confused but he just shook his head.

"Because it's you. You gave me what I needed. But anyways, your boy toy is here," he spoke as he noticed Grayson walk in. An angry look on his face as he caught a glimpse of your back and Vinnie’s face.

"Ughh, finally," you scoffed as your core throbbed, your mind suddenly imaging certain scenarios on how Grayson would take you.

"What are you doing here?" You asked as soon as you felt his presence next to you, his cologne slapping you on the face.

"I came to pick you up and take you home," he said, no emotion laced with his voice, you mentally rolled your eyes.

Your hand reached up to Vincent's, intertwining your fingers with his before letting out a whine, "But we just started to have fun,"

"I don't care. We're leaving," he spoke before leaning down close to your ear, "You're gonna get it as soon as we get in the car,"

"Ughh fine. You're so boring. You should take a shot or two sometime," you dramatically sighed before letting go of Vinnie's hands and grabbing your phone and purse, "I'll see you another time V, love you, take care," you said, sending him a smirk in an angle that Grayson couldn't see.

"Love you too, don't do anything I wouldn't do," he waved you off as Grayson carefully dragged you out of the establishment. He had parked his car in an empty and abandoned parking lot, having a plan thought out for when he arrived at where you were at.

He opened the back door of his Tesla, before throwing you inside, making sure you wouldn't get hurt, but wanting the message that he was upset to get across, "You think you're funny? Acting like a whore, wearing a slutty outfit to go out with Vinnie? Teasing me all fucking month long, acting like a fucking bitch," he spoke as his fingers came in contact with your jaw, squeezing it in the most perfect way.

Never in his life did Grayson think he would call a woman a whore. But when you came along, you brought a Pandora's box with you. He wasn't sure degrading a female would get him laid, but you introduced it to him, at first it was weird, but he took a liking to it, only with you.

"I didn't do anything," you pouted against his hand, making his other hand squeeze your hip.

"Did I tell you to speak?"

"You asked," you scoffed, eyes widening as a burning sensation spread over your thigh, followed by a moan.

"Open," he muttered, tightening his grip on your jaw, making you open your mouth before he leaned down, doing something you thought Grayson Dolan would never do, "Swallow," he muttered after spitting in your mouth. You did what he said, no questions asked, and no ounce of hesitation in your body, "good girl," he whispered before moving down to between your legs.

His hands explored your legs before you felt a couple of cold things making you look down to find a couple of rings on his fingers, yet no nail polish.

"You wanna behave like a whore, I'll treat you like one," he smirked at your facial expression, he was loving every single second of what was happening, "Mouth of fingers? Never mind, you don't get to choose, don't you dare make a sound," he muttered before pulling down your underwear.

Your body slightly jumped and the long-awaited feeling of his fingers. You bit your lip, feeling so touched that just the slightest feeling of his two fingers spreading your arousal around, "Look at you, so desperate, and wet. It's pathetic," he chuckled making you shake your head before throwing it back as he slowly slipped a finger in, just one, feeling satisfied as you spread your legs and threw your head back, he added another one, and you felt out a whine, earning a thigh smack from him, "I said no sounds,"

He dipped his head down, just feeling the presence of his mouth near you pussy was enough to make you bite your lip, and hold back a moan as he pressed soft kissed on the inside of your legs, fingers wholly moving in and out of you, until he finally placed a soft kiss on your clit, and started moving his fingers faster.

You quickly moved your hand up to your lips, muffling any sound and moan that slipped out. The feeling of euphoria and ecstasy spread quickly over your body, and a knot started forming on your lower stomach at how good Grayson was eating you out and finger fucking you.

"Gray, Grays please," you started chanting his name, not being able to hold it back any longer, the amount of pressure building up was much more than what you could handle.

"You wanna cum for me Angel, Wanna be a good girl for daddy?" He teasingly asked, his fingers moving at a pace that you thought was impossible.

"Mhm, I do please. I'll be a good girl I promise,"

"Let it go, cum for me," as soon as the words slipped out, there was no holding back, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, as you let a pornographic like moan, squirting all over his face and making a mess in the back seat of his car, your vision had truly gone white, never feeling something as strong before, not that you minded, you loved every single second.

"Oh my God," was the only thing you managed to breathe out, finally opening your eyes after a few seconds, Grayson was above you, his white shirt having some wet patches, showing how good he truly made you feel.

"I don't think you should be saying his name right now," he smirked as you shook your head, "Not after this mess you made in my car, at least,"

"I know a perfect way to make up, but you know, it's still November so," you smirked, looking at your watch, the time being 11:51, he had nine more minutes.

"Really? How so?" He teased, picking you up as he sat down, placing you bare half on his black dress pants.

"To make you feel really fucking good, right here. In this car, and you can do anything you want to me," you smirked, palming him through his pants, his bulge was apparent, but you were running out of time. 11:55

"But it's only valid for today," you added, unblocking his belt before lifting yourself up to pull his pants down, You spit on your hand before moving it, just to make him harder and work him up a bit more.

"But you have to say yes,"

11:59

"Fuck just do it," he groaned before placing his hands on your hips, making sure to align himself before slamming you down on his dick.

12:00

"Look at you, couldn't even wait one more minute," you struggle to say as he bounced you up and down on his dick, loud groaning falling past his lips at how good you felt around him.

"Shut up,"

Please I am so sorry!!! This is so bad and gross, and I got carried away...I also wrote this in like an hour!! But I said I would do it so here we are!! Anyways yeah, if you made it here because you read it I love you!! And big thanks to @blazedgraysons for helping me and motivating me to write it, I love you bitch!!! 

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[impaladolan]

Home Alone - Grayson Dolan

summary: after a long week of work, y/n needs some sort of relaxation and relief. although, her outlook on relieving her frustrations isn’t what grayson had in mind...

warnings: tid bit fluffy, swearing, vibrator use, & smut

a/n: been in my unfinished drafts for a bit..

"Are you sure you don't want to tag along, baby?" Grayson longingly questioned, his brows crinkled and his lips almost forming a pout.

"I haven't been able to do laundry all week. God knows it won't get done unless I do it now." Y/N chuckles, balancing a full basket of freshly dried clothes on her hip, watching her lover wrap his fist around the front door's handle.

Every other weekend, at the Dolan residences, the two brothers, and sometimes their wives, would gather with some of their friends and watch their favorite football teams. And later on, they'd play board games or watch some movies. Normally, Y/N would be the one begging Grayson to hurry up and get ready to attend the biweekly event, except this time.

Y/N has different plans...

It had been a brutal week at work, her boss was currently taking out her "divorce emotions" on her employees and Y/N was getting the rougher end of it. She was relieved when it was finally the weekend and she could stress clean, calm her nerves in some sort of self efficient way and relax after a tough couple days.

She hadn't even had the thought of a sexual release, until she had dreamt multiple naughty scenarios just last night during her deep slumber. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what all she had dreamed, but she remembers waking up with a dripping arousal and a sore ache at her very center. And though her husband was laid right next to her, perfectly capable of satisfying her womanly needs, she decided using other resources would be a better fit.

Don't get her wrong, she loves being pleasured by the only man who knows exactly how to, but she felt embarrassed. She didn't want to come across as a sex-crazed women to Grayson, even though it would never make a difference to him.

They're married, for goodness sake.

"I can stay back and help out. We could even have our own little movie night if you wanted," He began, releasing his hand from the door and taking a few steps toward Y/N, whose lips turned into a cheesy smile as he drew closer to her.

"Just you and me," He took the basket filled with clothes from her hip and set it on the floor, intertwining his large hands with her smaller ones, eliciting a short laugh from Y/N. He brought her closer to his frontside, creating a ballroom dance-like formation and began shuffling around with her in his arms. Like an old married couple, they slowly danced around the room, him twirling her in his grasp while Y/N admirably gazed upon him.

Her cheeks were rosy with admiration, finding his little act of affection adorable. "You get easily distracted, huh?" Y/N grinned, resting her chin happily on his shoulder, his minuscule beard hairs tickling certain parts of her neck.

"Well, you looked too pretty over here by yourself," He softly explained against her ear. "And I wanted to dance around a room with a beautiful woman like you. So, I am." He lowered his hands beneath her and slew her into a romantic dip, planting a sweet kiss upon her lips. She returned one back, feeling her heart grow two sizes larger, much like the Grinch movie portrays, if anything.

"Grayson, I know how much you enjoy football, especially with the boys," She was only making excuses, but he had tempted her to just cuddle on the couch all day and watch plethoras of movies and munch on various snacks. But the low rattle in the depths her core was motioning her in a different way, and she just couldn't survive the rest of the day without fixing her little problem.

"Hmm, you're right. But when I get back, we're ordering take out and watching movies. Got it?" He chuckles, bringing the both of them back up into a standing position.

"M'hm, be safe." Y/N smiles, planting another kiss on her lover's lips before leaving his warmth. She waved goodbye to him as he left their abode, sweetly grinning as she went back to finishing up the laundry before the real reason she was staying home, would begin.

Though the couple's intimate relations seemed innocent and loving, they each had a different side to them, specifically in the bedroom.

The two never shied away from new experiences and would most certainly dabble into different areas of the "sex world," if you will. They, of course, had their preferences and different kinks, but Y/N seemed to be more open and freeing for that sort of stuff.

For the different occasions that they felt a bit more lustful and yearning for one another, they kept a locked trunk of knickknacks in their closet. You see, that's the one Grayson knows about, but Y/N keeps a smaller one, filled to the brim with all of her own toys, in a section of her closet that he never really pays attention to. If he had any idea that she kept self-pleasuring items for her own uses, he'd be absolutely ballistic.

Thankfully, he doesn't...

The moment Y/N threw the last bits of dirty laundry left, into the washer, she practically sprinted to their shared bedroom. After rummaging through the trunk filled with "accessories," she found a nice, pretty pink vibrator to do the trick, as well as a black silk blindfold to shield her own eyes. She was already rid of her clothes and sprawled across the wide bed in an instance, tying the piece of cloth over her eyes. 

Though, unbeknownst to Y/N, Grayson was already on his way back home. As soon as he had pulled into his brother's driveway, they had called to cancel— a certain emergency about something Grayson didn't really pay attention to listen to. He was thrilled that he didn't have to leave Y/N at home, all by herself to do chores all day. And luckily, their houses weren't too far apart from each other, so Grayson was back home within fifteen minutes of leaving it.

He didn't feel the need to text Y/N, she was probably busy anyway and possibly wouldn't respond. He figured she would hear the garage door open and expect that he was already home.

Little does he know...

As soon as he was parked and out of his vehicle, Grayson was trudging down stairs to the laundry room, in search of Y/N. He was surprised that she wasn't there, but he figured she might just be folding on the couch, trying to get ahead on one of the TV series the two were drawn into.

Grayson chuckles as he makes his way back upstairs, though his brows curtly furrow, his ears almost perking at the muffled sounds coming from the hallway.

Their shared room, to be precise.

With a pondering look upon his face, he kicks off his shoes and makes his way towards his bedroom, quietly twisting the door handle and pushing it inward. He opens the door wide enough to secretly look inside, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness that enveloped the entire expanse. The noises he had heard only seconds ago were more prominent, and his eyes had fallen on the object creating the aroused sounds;

Y/N.

She was laid out on their bed, legs wide open and shaking while her hands were constantly pressuring a fucking sex toy against her soaked pussy. Grayson froze, pure anger washing over him and turning his face a turbulent shade of red, washing away his pleasant mood. He almost stormed in there, ready to rip the stupid machine away from her hands and show her what a real orgasm feels like.

But he somehow contained himself, and instead, watched the scene play out in front of his very own eyes, vexation spilling from his entire countenance.

Y/N didn't hear the garage door open and close, or even the beep of Grayson's truck when he locked it.  She hadn't even heard his feet stomping up and down the stairs, or his lingering chuckles. She was so caught up in how she was feeling.

The artificial vibrations that buzzed upon her core made the world around her so euphoric and heavenly. She'd brush the toy upon her clit, forcing her entire body shake with deep pleasure and a soft moan to emit from her mouth. It felt so nice, and she was so close to the brink of releasing.

She was already feeling better, and naughty. If Grayson were to find her this way, masturbating  freely in the open and satisfying herself, she would never live to see another day. But she didn't care at this point, she just wanted to finally cum.

And she was extremely close.

Her hips began to buckle, while her backside rose from the bed and her free hand twisted at the sheets beneath her. "Mm- just a little more—" Her entire core was pulsating, so fucking close to just letting go.

So close..

"Don't fucking cum yet, slut." Grayson's voice boomed throughout the room, making Y/N's movements freeze in terror and shock. Before she could think of some sort of explanation or reasoning as to what she's doing, her blindfold is ripped from her eyes, while the vibrator that was once nuzzled up on her pussy, was taken away as well. Now, she felt so empty and wanting, edged to an almost release.

"Jesus- You're fucking dripping, for fucksake." His tone was harsh, and Y/N felt like crying. She held onto her tears as she watched him examine the drenched vibrator, still buzzing in his hands. Out of the loss of contact, she began to whine, squeezing her thighs together to create at least a little bit of friction.

"Grayson, please—" She began to huff, but her shuttering voice was interrupted by the aggravated man pacing in front of her.

"I don't think I fucking asked you to talk, did I?" He glared at her, though just the sight of Y/N's exposed body made him shudder with a tinge of want.

Against his wishes, Y/N continued her whines, her breathing still ragged and finally her own hand traveling down to her soaked heat. She didn't care if she'd be in more trouble, she just needed to unravel the knot inside her, whether she'd pay for that mistake later or if not.

She didn't get far, because Grayson caught her wrist before it made it all the way down to her center, and brought it up to the headboard. He wrapped a leather strip around both of her wrists, mumbling incoherent spews of anger, doing the same with her ankles against the bedposts.

"I-I, I thought you were gonna watch football.." She began, but a low growl sounded from Grayson, and the blindfold was placed back over her eyes, while a different type of cloth was shoved in her mouth. Y/N feels the numbing slap across her thigh before hearing the connection's sound, an exasperated scream muffling out of her filled mouth.

"I'd stop talking if I were you. Unless you want to be choked by Daddy’s fucking cock, darling." His voice rattled her insides, and she dared not to make another sound, already dug far too deep in a hole anyway. "Get ready princess, m'gonna edge the fuck out of you. Maybe then, you'll remember to ask me for permission to use your fucking toys." His voice soon faded from her ears as a higher vibration than before was nudged right up against her swollen clit, making her figure convulse in imploding pleasure.

It took an entire hour for Grayson to edge Y/N twelve fucking times. She was a mess, sweat droplets dotting her hairline while her pussy remained in slippery shambles. He didn't say a word, and Y/N held her tongue from shouting profanities after the several losses of contact. She hadn't came yet, but if she didn't soon— she would find a way to get out of her restraints and finish off what she had started herself.

It had been several minutes since Grayson had pulled her to the brink of an orgasm, and she was starting to think that he'd never come back. She had heard the sound of a zipper earlier, and she couldn't tell if he was doing something to ease his own pain while she laid there, so high strung and breathless. She was about to call out his name, but the warmth of his tongue wrapped around her bundle of nerves and she let out an exasperated sigh, pulling on the cuffs tied around her wrists.

He slipped his tongue in skillful motions, his hands pushing up underneath her thighs as he lapped up her liquids. Y/N was so sensitive to touch, anything that remotely stroked her could heighten her arousal and make her lust for more.

Within seconds, her hips were shaking and her back arched above the mattress, her toes curling under the pressure. And his voice finally sang the heavenly words she had been waiting for the entire time;

"Cum, princess."

Y/N released all over his lips, a high-pitched scream sounding from her mouth as she finally unravels, her legs bucking against their restraints. She spits out the cloth from her mouth and heavily breathes, murmuring praises to the man between her legs.

"I'm sorry, Grayson."

a/n: did this completely suck? i haven’t really written in third person in awhile, so i need honest opinions..

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[grethan-real]

Get a person that looks at you the same way e looks a Grayson

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[wetforgrayson]

20 questions / Grayson Dolan

A/n: English is not my first language, so sorry about the grammatical mistakes. Thank you!

20 QUESTIONS / Grayson Dolan

Summary: Y/N and Grayson play the good old game “20 questions” but with a little twist, every unanswered question means an item of clothing that's getting off.

Warnings : sexual content

Word count: 5.5k

You were sitting in Dolan’s living room, constantly checking the clock and watching your chance to get somewhere with Grayson getting smaller with every ticking of the clock. All of your friends – including Ethan – could easily see your crush. You didn’t mind though since they were rooting for you. Also leading you, since you had no idea how to make a move to Grayson when he was trying his absolute best to ignore making things weird with you. Your bold flirtatious comments were returning with a laugh or a head shake, your hand staying on his shoulder or biceps for a weird amount of time, or you putting your hand on his lap, dangerously close to his crotch was always left unnoticed. The tension between you was building, and lately, all you could think about was his lips, You wanted to feel his lips everywhere. No, you needed to feel his lips everywhere.

“Hey, Gray. Wanna play 20 questions?”  You try to shoot your shot. You knew that you weren't in high school so playing 20 questions now might look like a boring thing to do, but you had some plans.

If Grayson decides to play along, tonight might be the day you finally live your fantasies. “Why, like is there anything you don’t know about me?” He asked laughing without even looking up from his phone, but you were dedicated to getting him to play. You know he couldn’t say no to you twice.

“I’m sure there are, c’mon, promise to be honest and we will have some fun.” He put his phone down and gave you a look that says whatever. That was your queue to start your game. “Okay, ask the first question.” He tried to get more comfortable on the couch.  “let me think…”  You rubbed your hand on your chin, thinking about how direct you should be. You didn’t want to scare him off but you also didn’t want to start this with “What’s your favorite song?”  and then wait for hours to finally ask the questions you wanted to ask. You were feeling brave enough to play this game as it should be played.

“Alright, When was the last time you had sex?” You could see a little glimpse of a surprise when you mention sex at the first question but that shock changed into amusement really fast. You guys happened to be talking about sex now and then. It usually starts with one of you making some kind of sexual joke or reference which happens quite a lot considering both of you having a dirty mind. It always a good laugh but that’s it, you can’t say anything serious about your sex life or ask about his sex life without him making it awkward for both of you.

“Wait, we’re asking this type of questions?” You raise your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders, challengingly, as to say 'why not?'. He should’ve seen what you were trying to do. Your skirt wasn’t even covering half of your ass, and you were smiling mischievously. Ethan and the gang purposely making a plan that Grayson wouldn’t like, so you two could stay alone together. Everything was clear but Grayson decided to go blind once again.

“That was an easy question.” You protest, dramatically, even though you knew in seconds he would probably answer your question. “You know what? Let’s spice things up. If we don’t want to answer the question, we have to take one cloth off of our body. How about that?”

Grayson stopped for a second. His eyes staring deep into your eyes, trying to read your mind. You hope that you didn’t look like how you were feeling. Embarrassingly thirsty and desperate for him. So desperate that you have to pull this kind of shit. You just have to tease him enough, so he would drop his taboos and rail you like you’ve been badly craving since the first time you saw his face. “Fine by me.” His tone was also challenging and for a second he checked you out like he was imagining how you would look naked. A million butterflies were flying in your stomach and you could even feel your cheeks getting redder with every second. He just had to look at you to get you this frustrated and it was not fair at all. “ It was a week ago, I think.” It took you a while to understand he had answered your question. An “Oh” coming out of your mouth, unwillingly. His gaze was so deep on you that you could feel fires all over your body.

Don’t think about him fucking another girl.

Don’t think about him fucking at all.

You keep your gaze away from him and try to keep your mind focus. The images on your mind were distracting you, and you could feel the anger creeping inside of you. He could have all of you to himself. If he could be braver, you could give him the heaven.

You knew that with his unsuccessful attempts at relationships, and losing so many people over the years he was more cautious with you than ever. You didn’t want to wait anymore. Every second seeing his body, face and not getting to touch him was now psychically hurting you. There wasn’t one second your panties were dry when you were standing next to him. You have to have him tonight.

“Did you fucked the motorcycle guy in our old kitchen?” His question came out of the blue, confuses you. “What motorcycle g- oh. Him?” When your eyes met him his gaze was different. He looked more into the game, and his stare was intense. The last time you saw the guy he mentioned was almost two months ago. You wondered how he remembered him all of a sudden. Was he feeling the fires in his body when he imagines you with other guys like you do every time he even looked at another girl? You smiled softly at the thought of him getting jealous and possessive of you. Even though he was always a protective friend, the kind that always makes sure you’re feeling safe and nobody could lay a finger on you, him doing it for romantic reasons made your heart skipped a beat.  

“Nope, just blowjob.”  You answered when you could find your voice, however, it sounded way too dreamy for it to sound normal. Grayson threw his head back and groans in disgust.

”That’s disgusting.” You giggle at how dramatic he is. “…and you never bringing another man in our house. Like ever.”

He gets up from the couch to sit next to you on the floor. Now you both were sitting with your backs on the couch. You can smell his shampoo now and his much thicker leg touching your leg wasn’t helping you with your size kink either. You had to take a deep breath, so you wouldn’t lose it and start begging him to fuck you.

“Alright, get over it.” He rolled his eyes but you were too focused on your second question to notice it.

Be bold. Get him naked. Get him to get you naked.

One question popped into your head, and it made you smile devilishly. You remembered Ethan’s teasing him about watching porn a lot, and he would go silent immediately, going red in the face.

“What was the last porn you jerked of to?” He turns his head in your direction so fast that it made you laugh out loud. Bingo.

“What do you mean what was the..?” The innocent look on his face was cute, but you know it was full of crap.

“Oh, shut up. You know exactly what I mean.” You both laughed, you wouldn’t mind hearing his answer but you would definitely rather seeing him shirtless.

“Not answering that.” He took a deep breath, looking guilty. “Well, you know the deal.” You smiled proudly while watching him taking off his shirt. You saw him shirtless probably hundred times by now since he wasn’t a fan of wearing shirts, but it still turns you on anyway. Tying not to stare obliviously at his thick and tanned body you sit and wait for his next question. You knew that he can get bold when he wants to. Even though that was what you wanted you were still a little nervous.

“What was the weirdest place you did something sexual? Apart from our kitchen of course.” He turned his whole body to you, sitting crosslegged this time. You relaxed when you heard his question.

“Probably on a plane? Oh, I once had sex in a boys locker room in high school. One of these places, I think.” You laughed at his unamused expression.“You could do better.” You raised your eyebrows at his bold comment, still having a coy smile on your face. You adored him when he was this confident, even cocky you have to say. He wouldn’t usually show this side of him when you two were alone, and you were already so turned on that it made shift uncomfortably. You were dripping wet.

“They couldn’t give me better, Gray.” You said kind of mockingly, but he looked like he understood what you really want to say. Give me more Grayson, fuck me on the highway, fuck me anywhere you like. You broke the eye contact and shake yourself up mentally, so you can ask him his next question.

“Okey, so, if you know your partner would %100 say yes, what’s the one thing you would do in bed?”

“Oh, good question.” When you felt your neck aching from looking at Grayson, you sat cross-legged like him. Now your knees were touching each other, and you can’t help but smile at this little contact like you were in high school.

“I kinda do everything I want, you know..”

“Sure, Jan.” You both laughed, but it took two seconds before Grayson became serious, slightly leaning forward like he was about to give you an important secret.

“Mhm, you know what I would like to do? I would like to tie them on my bed and blindfold them. With a vibrator between their legs, enough to get them on the edge but not enough to make them cum. Keep them like that for at least two hours until they crying for a release. Then making them cum for like ten times without a break.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You thought he would just say anal or something like that, but he decided to put a crystal clear image into your mind. You never heard him say such things before, and now he was so unbothered talking about his fantasy, sitting shirtless and however more close to you than he was two seconds ago. Probably well aware of the wetness he caused in your panties. You let out a shaky breath and he looked like he was about to laugh for a second. You knew he was doing this on purpose just to get you more frustrated.

“That was weirdly specific.” You try to break the awkward silence with a joke. “You wanted to know.” You stayed silent knowing very well he had a valid point. Starting to get scared of the game you had started. You could say Grayson had an idea and not knowing what that is made you incredibly anxious. You try to read his mind like he always does to you. He was teasing you, enjoying your reactions and part of you wanted to fight back and not give him the satisfaction. You couldn't help though, he has great power over you.

“Have you tried anal, miss Y/n ?” You lick your lips, your mind immediately filling with the fantasies of Grayson fucking your ass hard while holding you down, pulling your hair, whispering dirty things in your ear as he moans loudly. You just nodded your head as to say yes, trying hard to get yourself out of your dream paradise. Grayson was confused about your silent answer, waiting patiently for you to say something. You couldn’t say anything though, scared to let out a moan if you open your mouth. Feeling yourself getting hotter, you made a mental agreement with yourself to take off your shirt on the next question, no matter what the question is. Just excited to show off the green set you choose to wear for him.

“I’m thinking of a question.” You explained yourself when the silence became uncomfortable, and you saw him giving you a confused look. Not pleased with the way you answered his question.

“What is your favorite part of my body?” You asked the first question that pops into your mind, getting a sweet laugh from Grayson. He checks you out from head to toe like it was the first time he saw you.

“There are lots of body parts of yours that I love.” You put your cold hands on your burning cheeks. His voice sounds so loving that it made your heart melt.

“I think I have to choose your thighs.”

“My thighs?” You asked, surprised by his answer.

“Yes, I love your thighs.”

“Are you just saying thighs because you don’t want to say boobs ?” He laughed and the melody of it warmed your heart even further. You were on fire for this man.

“No, no. I mean, I love your boobs too. I just happen to love your thighs more.” He shrugged his shoulders as he kept laughing at your confused face.

“Okay, my next question is .. what was the last dirty dream you had?” You didn’t remember any specific dream so you decided to make the move. Starting the take of your shirt from the bottom, slowly. Spreading your legs and taking your time so that he would have time to catch a glimpse of your dampened panties. Finally taking off your shirt, not looking at him. You fixed your hair to give him more time to check you out. Acting casual you slowly raised your head and catch him looking at your breast. The material was so thin that he could probably see your hardened nipples easily. He moved his relaxed arms from his side to the front of his pants. His cheeks getting redder while he locks his eyes with yours. You smile at his attempt to not stare at your boobs.

“ Grayson, have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?”

“What?” He practically yelled, eyes wide open with shock. You couldn’t stop the giggle that’s got out of your mouth.

“You heard my question, Gray.”

The dangerous look in his eyes was getting you way too excited. He looked like he was mad at you, you didn’t really mind it though. If he’s going to let all of his anger on you later then he could be as angry as he wishes now. He didn’t say anything else before moving slowly, in a teasing way, eyes not leaving yours for a second. His hands moving from covering his bulge to the waistline of his sweats. Giving you enough time to watch his every move. You shivered when you realize he was about the take-off his sweatpants. He looked too pretty with his tanned and muscled chest, it made you felt dizzy. You weren’t sure if you could handle him standing in his boxers.

He took off his pants as fast as possible. His perfectly tattooed, muscled legs were full-on display. You couldn’t believe yourself for getting turned on by some man's legs. You were openly checking him out with a smile. The serious look on his face made him even hotter. When he sat down again he leaned in so much that your noses were about to touch and you could smell his scent.

“My turn, right?” said Grayson sitting back as before, you felt threatened by his voice. You whispered a weak yes. He smiled for a second, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did. You know that was his thinking face. Something about it freaked you out. You hugged yourself and kept your eyes pinned at him, trying to look innocent for some reason. It took him one silent moment to ask his questions.

 “ Are you wet right now, Y/n?”  You hold your breath, clearly intimated by this moment more than you think you would be. You imagined this moment before, you asked yourself what would you do if he decides to play along. However, at that moment, you had no idea what to do. Grayson’s breathtakingly beautiful eyes were staring right in your soul, you couldn’t even think properly. You try to bear with the thick tension in the room and find enough confidence in you to move.

You get up on your knees, pulled your skirt up slowly with your hands. Exposing your thighs that Grayson loved so much apparently. He was watching your every move, very carefully. Curious about your next move.

“Why don’t you check it yourself?” He flashed you a smirk, but his expression changed in the blink of an eye. He clenched his teeth, and before you could even understand what he was doing he was on his knees too, towering over you with his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Your breath got stuck in your throat. You closed your eyes out of reflex, your chest touching Grayson’s, and you could feel his breath on your lips.

“I will.”  He was acting so fast, not giving you any time to comprehend what was going on. He harshly pushed your legs apart with his knees. Tightening his grip on your throat when you let out a struggled moan. You felt his cold rings on your warm skin when he squeezed your thigh then moving his fingers up softly. Causing goosebumps to rise all over your body.  “Grayson..” you whispered his name simply because that was the only thing you had on your mind.

“Look at me.” He said with his deep voice. You ignore his demand, too distracted by his hand that was dangerously close to your pussy. Where you need his touch so badly. His finger brushed over your pussy, teasing you to no end. You bite your lips to stop yourself from moaning. Waiting so patiently for him to finally grab your pussy and give you the satisfaction that you’ve been praying for.

His hand disappeared, and you opened your eyes in panic, but before you could even check for his hand you felt a sharp pain on your ass cheek. The kind that you liked. You screamed at the unexpected pain, however incredibly turned on. His hand was now on your ass, causally caressing it.   

“I said look at me.”

You nodded your head submissively hoping that it would calm him down. You wanted him to be harsh with you, but part of you was scared that if he gets too mad he could just leave you. You look him in the eyes and the second you made eye contact his hand went back to the inside of your skirt. His forefinger rubbing your pussy so slightly. You wanted to push yourself back on his finger but manage to hold yourself back. His eyes only left your eyes for a minute so that he could take off your skirt. You were in luck today because when your skirt was gone, and he saw you in your green lingerie he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his hand in your panties. You moaned and your frozen arms go to hold his wrist on your throat, making him loosen his grip. You didn’t dare to break the eye contact until he started rubbing your pussy just like you wanted. Hard but slow, making you both hear the wet noises that come out of your pussy, and you completely lost control of your body. Leaning on Grayson and throwing your head back with parted lips, enjoying your moment. There were fireworks in your eyes from finally having him touch you like that.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” You nod your head even though he wasn’t asking a question. He let go of your throat to wrapped his arm around your waist, afraid that you might turn into a puddle without his support.

 “ Did I get you this wet?”

“Yeah..” You cried out. He was knowing that already but hearing it set him on fire. His dick was now hard as a rock, and he couldn’t wait to buried it in her, tearing her apart.

“I bet I can make you cum in seconds just rubbing you like this.” He laughed and you nodded again like it was the only thing you could do.

“ You would want that don’t you. huh?” You couldn’t disagree, only whispering with your brows furrowed.

“Yes, please Gray.”

“ That’s what you wanted the whole time, didn’t you? Just have me right here, on top of you.”

You said yes, annoyed by his cocky tone and his unsteady hand movements. You wanted more and your walls were already clenching with need. You push yourself down on his hand, the pleasure is the only thing you could focus on.

" You little slut. Show me how much you want to be fucked by me. C'mon, get naked."

He completely pulled himself back from you, and your walls throbbed in protest. There was a clear bulge on his boxers and your mouth watered by the sight. Grayson noticed what you were looking for, smiling like he knew what you were dreaming of. He casually grabbed his dick on boxers and gave himself a firm squeeze. He looked so thick like this, his thigh wide open and his hand stroking his dick. You forget what you were supposed to do, just standing there and watching Grayson with begging eyes.

“ Are you just going to stand there, baby? I remember telling you to get undressed.”

“Want to suck your dick.” You blurted out licking your lips, and his eyes glistened with a wild look. Feeling himself grow harder if that’s even possible.

“Want to suck my dick?” He repeated with a daring smirk. Curious if you can find the courage to say it out loud again. You nodded, looking a little shy about it now that he looked at you like that. He straightened up, one arm reaching for your hair and pulling you to himself, smoothly. Your lips crashed together, and you slipped your arm on his broad shoulder. You had no idea how the deal with the softness and the warmth of his lips, shaking from the intensity of the moment. Your lower lip caught between his teeth, causing you to shudder and moan into his mouth. You were dripping into your panties. Your knees were weak from the way he kissed you, taking away your breath in the most delicious way possible. He let go of your lips but didn’t pull himself back. Instead, his thumb caressed your plumb lip, his nose touch yours softly, and you both took a moment to gather your breathings.

“Grayson…” You whispered, there wasn't a trace of hesitation on your voice this time, “ I want you to fuck my face.” His stomach visibly tightened by how soft your voice sounded. You were asking him to burry his dick on your throat and somehow make it sounds so angelic. He lost the little bit of control he had over his body, moving to the couch like he was in a great hurry. You followed him on your knees, getting comfortable between his legs. For the first time, he seemed like he was the desperate one, looking as excited and out of breath as much you do.

His dick was already leaking precum in his boxer, making a wet patch. He gave you a sweet little peck on the lips. You put your hands behind you like your hands were cuffed, slightly jumping and causing your boobs to jump too. Giving Grayson a mouth-watering show. He lifted his hips, signaling you to take off his boxer that started to hurt him, and you obey like a good girl. Pulling his boxer down slowly, getting face to face with his thick and bulging cock. You let out a shaky breath before leaning in and licking his pink, leaking tip. The taste gets you even more excited. You took his dick on your hands, the fact that your hands look so small wrapped around his cock made your walls flatter with hunger. God, he was big. You pumped him a few times before gently wrapping your mouth around him. He moaned brokenly struggling to keep his eyes open. He even felt heavy on your tongue. You looked at Grayson through your lashes before you push your head down, taking half of his length on your warm throat without breaking the eye contact. He was the one that breaks the eye contact though, throwing his head back, murmuring a breathy "fuck yes." Pleased with his reaction, you started to move up and down. Taking him deeper each time.

Grayson tried to keep his moans to himself, he tried. But you looked so pretty with your plump lips on his cock, sucking him so deliciously. He couldn't help but become a moaning mess in seconds. You kept him in your tight throat, going down and down until your nose brush against his pelvis. Completely shutting down your airways. His hips jerk up to your mouth forcing a gag out of you. He shut his eyes tightly, fighting back his orgasm that started to creep around. Your eyes watered and your jaw started to hurt but you didn't pull yourself back, just to keep hearing Grayson's moans. You stayed like that until Grayson tangled his fingers on your hair and pulled you away. His dick was twitching and you didn't waste any time before wrapping your hand around it, pumping it faster. Grayson's thighs started to shake, he was so close already.

You only stopped pumping him until your breathing was fine enough to take him into your mouth again. You wrapped your mouth on his cock, his hand on your hair forcing your head down immediately.

“Fuck, so good.”

You let him take control, thrusting his hips, and pushing your head down at the same time. You didn’t have any gag reflex now. Saliva is all over your chin and some are on your chest even. Creating a perfect mess. You could cum just with his deep moans and his dick twitching on your throat. Grayson pulled away when he felt like he was cumming, taking a deep breath. He didn't’ want to be the first person to come. He wanted to see you come first.

“Come here.” A little disappointed about him not coming on your mouth you still follow his command. He grabbed you from your waist easily like you weight nothing, pulling you on his lap. He unhooked your bra in a second and immediately going to kiss and suck your boobs. His dick way poking you on your stomach. You couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing it, rubbing it slowly, and brushing your thumb on his tip. Your moans are the only noise in the room.

“Are you going to fuck me or not?”

“Oh, I'm going to fuck you.” He grabbed you from your waist, throwing you on the couch. The second your knees touch the soft couch his hand is meet your ass, the sound of his hand hitting your ass echoes in your brain. Your mind goes numb from how erotic this moment is, where his ring was stinking so nicely. He didn’t waste any second before pulling your panties down. He felt how wet you were but when he sees how wet you were his dick throbbed with want. You both needed each other so badly. Even though he didn’t want to wait anymore, he has to get a taste of your pussy, right now. Not giving you any heads up he leaned to take a lick of your dripping candy. You tasted exactly like what he would imagine you taste, even better. Sweet as nectar he couldn't help but start to goes faster, drinking your juices. His tongue was everywhere. His chin is getting wet from how fast and hard he was going for it. You were shaking, biting your finger so you could control your moans but you weren't exactly doing a good job about it. Crying out from the way his tongue moves and pushing yourself on his sinful mouth.

He suddenly stopped and pulled back making you whine and pout before you felt his finger rubbing you up and down your folds with the thickness of his fingers until he was pushing them inside of you. Taking it slow this time, watching how your pussy sucked in his finger.  Your mouth parted and your eyes glossed up with pleasure. He was only halfway, thinking about getting you ready but you’ve been ready. You push yourself back on his finger, taking him deep and moaning deeply.

“Yes, Grayson..” You keep repeating his name and it gave Grayson a weird feeling of winning. Also, there was a part of him that make you scream his name even more.

“Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers… He let out a chuckle. “ Does it feel good baby? Do you need more?” He curled his fingers on purpose, making you gasp. While you were so lost at the sensation Grayson push his third finger inside of you. You’re so wet that his finger just slides in with ease. He fastened his past when you started to get louder, your falls clenching around his fingers.

“You’re going to cum, sweetheart? C’mon, use my fingers and cum.” He loved feeling how tight and wet you were wrapped around his fingers, he knew that you were going to take his cock so well.

. “Gray– Grayson, I’m gonna–”

You scream his name one more time before finally letting go, shaking while he kept his fingers inside of you, feeling how your walls flutter and clench. He took his fingers out, slapping you lightly.

“You can take my dick, can you?” You know he was joking from the tone of his voice but you nodded anyway. You felt his dick on the entrance, he ground on you trying to lubricate his dick with your soaked pussy. He was just so large, you knew he could wreck you when it’s inside and it made you tingle inside.

“Fuck me, Gray, please.”

“Patience, baby, patience.” You bite your finger worrying if your neediness made you annoying but when he pushed himself inside of you all your worries flew away. You whimpered a weak yes, waiting for him to get balls deep with wide eyes. He started to move teasingly, only letting his tip in you then pulling out, making slow wet noises.

“Please, please, give me all.” You cried out, making Grayson spank you one more time. Your walls were throbbing again and even though you just came you needed another orgasm. Grayson on the other hand was rock hard, that was part of the reason he slowed down. He did give you what you asked though, sliding himself into you, burying every inch with a delicious moan. You bury your head on the couch, panting. He started to pound in you, starting slow but fastening when it’s starting to feel just amazing.

“Sweet little pussy, should've fuck it a long time ago.” His words made you feel high, overwhelmed with pleasure. You keep wanting more though.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he groaned, pulling out all the way, and thrusting back in all the way, making you feel it on your stomach. You were so close, his pace was getting faster and harsher. His dick throbbing inside you just like your walls. His dick disappearing in your gorgeous pussy was enough for Grayson to come done right there. He knew if he keeps fucking your sweet pussy he was going to cum.

“Oh my god, yes.” You screamed when his tip brush over that spot. Making your body seriously shake with pleasure. There was tear roaming in your eyes and you try to run away only for Grayson to hold you on the spot, keep hitting that spot with great pressure and pace. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fuck yes, Grayson.”

You screamed one more time and come undone. Grayson wasn’t so behind of you, finally pulling out and letting himself cum on your ass. You both just stayed like that, breathing heavily.

“We really did this, huh?” Grayson said with a cheeky smile on his face. He felt happier than he ever did the whole year.

“Aren’t you glad we did?” You chuckle, looking back at his face. He leaned in to give you a peck, still new to the this new sensation. He could kiss you know, what? He caressed your face, so much love on his eyes.

“ Let’s take a quick shower, I have more questions I like to ask.”                                            

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Word Count: 2.8k (teeny tiny) Trigger Warning: quarantine talk A/N: This is my first fic post ever! Please let me know what you think about this little teaser. Please please give me feedback about if I should keep going or if I can improve at all!!

The saltwater hit his tongue sharply. His body fell alongside his board in the water. While his feet met the ground again, he quickly scooped up the wayward board before it floated too far away. Arriving back on the shore, he dug the bottom of the board into the heavy, wet sand. He sat next to it, the tide kissing his feet and bare legs as it danced along the shore. He took a deep breath. He was at peace.

Grayson Dolan didn’t feel peace often: at least, not lately. The past two years had been one chaotic haze after another. Moving into a house in LA. Being on Fear Factor. Having his first stalker. Being there to watch his father pass. Starting a fragrance company. Erupting into a workaholic pattern of self-destruction to avoid dealing with the emotions of his father’s death. Announcing to his over 10million fans that he and Ethan had reached their last emotional string and needed to pursue a life that was happiest for them, including projects that pushed them as creators.

The creative projects were as scary and dizzying as they were exciting. He and Ethan traveled across the country in a custom van. They explored the Australian wilderness. They started a podcast with their friend, Ryan, to introduce the real, mature versions of themselves to the internet. Grayson had a small black notebook in his bottom left desk drawer with project ideas and timelines for the year.

But that notebook became pointless when the pandemic hit. He and Ethan were in the process of finding a new house after an incident with an unhealthily obsessed fan when the shelter in place orders hit. The first month was unstable; no one should have to move to a new house in the middle of a pandemic. But the craziness subsided eventually, Grayson and Ethan found a home to call their own for the first time in their lives. After living in close quarters during construction left them at each other’s throats, they found a rental in Malibu to live out the rest of their quarantine days. Periodically, the visited their mother in New Jersey.

Visiting New Jersey did not exactly follow the CDC guidelines. Grayson quelled the risk in his heart with the importance of his mother. If she wasn’t working and he and Ethan only ever saw each other, how dangerous could it really be? Besides, his mother needed him. After the death of his father, his mother was left alone in their house in rural New Jersey. She had nothing but the memories of buying the home, bringing home two twin baby boys, teaching her daughter how to ride a bike, and having tough conversations about her sons’ dreams… Yeah, she needed him. Grayson decided. Grayson still held guilt from not spending enough time with his mother after his father passed. He loved her more than anything, and in a deep place, a place so deep that he didn’t dare think on often, he would never forgive himself for not being there for her in the weeks following his father’s passing.

He thought of her often: like on this beach in Malibu. He thought of how she’d love to pull up a beach chair and enjoy a Mojito while soaking up the sun. The image almost made him chuckle. For a short second, he pictured Ethan and Cameron there with her. Cameron would pull up a beach chair next to their mother, blasting her latest musical obsession from a stereo. Ethan would try to surf, but eventually his more whimsical tendencies would give out and he’d try building the biggest sandcastle a 20-year-old man child could muster.

Grayson chuckled to himself, he buried his hands in the sand at his sides. He played with it in his palms, feeling the fine granules pass over his coarse skin. A thousand little diamonds slowly withering away at a firm and precise exterior. He was also reminded of his mother constantly telling him to exfoliate his callouses from building.

This was Grayson mid-pandemic. The mess of finding a house passed. The initial marvel of staying busy inside the house passed. Hell, even the wonder of cutting his home-grown mullet had passed. Now, he and Ethan traded turns being the more bored twin. Ethan had re-watched Stranger Things about 10 times by now. Grayson spent his days working out, following his regimented daily routine to soon reach a Planche Hold. Occasionally, one of them would reach a deeper state of boredom and go to bother the other twin. They would go to bed and rehearse the routine again the next day.

Unfortunately for Grayson, Ethan slept like the dead. His twin brother usually slept until 11:00 AM; the pandemic had pushed that to a firm 1:00PM. His brother’s sleeping beauty impression left Grayson with nearly half a day to himself. Grayson made a ritual out of going surfing. The beach was secluded enough to not require the precautionary thinking of masks and hygiene in a pandemic. It was just Grayson, his board, and the ocean. He spent his alone time thinking of the important people in his life. In some ways, this pandemic was almost a good thing for him. He spent last year moving too fast among emotions he was too immature to process on his own. This year the world forced him to move too slow in an attempt to let his mind and heart catch up to the rest of his life. His introspective moments on the sand and sea were his own to experience and process alone. Except today.

She looked down at him and smiled, “Good Morning”

His lips turned up softly, “Morning”

He watched as she walked away: a long, dark ponytail fluttering in the wind over a flowy, white sundress sundress with a small, leather purse hanging at her hip. Grayson leaned back on his palms when he noticed something. Her footprints weren’t even. In the sand, one foot was about two inches deeper than the other. He furrowed his brow, pondering it for a second before shaking his head. He dipped his hands in the water and wet his newly cropped haircut. He was seeing things, probably swallowing too much salt. He grabbed his board and headed up shore to his van.

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He wouldn’t have recognized her without the hair. The next day, he was paddling back to shore on his board when she walked by. He could make out her long, dark hair against the pale, sandy background. He squinted: not being able to tell if she was looking back at him. He smiled brightly and outwardly, just in case she could see him. His smile faded in a few seconds. what am I doing? He thought before padding back to shore to make his usually introspective campsite.

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The third day, he was firmly in deep thought about his next tattoo when she walked by. They made eye contact as they flashed each other warm, but polite, smiles. “Good Morning” “Good Morning”.

This secluded little beach not his own anymore. He shared it with a kind stranger. She was a silent reminder that the world continued to turn outside of his fast-paced, modern, social media based lifestyle. Okay he thought maybe I’m being a bit deep …but it’s nice to have someone else around I guess.  

Their routine played for two weeks. She would walk by Grayson, either as he was coming to land again or paddling his way back to shore. They exchanged greetings and smiles as they passed. By the time she turned around and walked back to her car again, Grayson was gone.  Sometimes she saw the imprint of him in the sand when he was gone and thought about him when he wasn’t there. For a few minutes, she would muse to herself about his name. Sterling? No too Disney. Lance? No too King Arthur. William? No too Royal Family.

Occasionally, Grayson would think back to her outside of his beach visits. Maybe he passed a girl with long, dark hair in the grocery store, or maybe he saw someone about her size on the other side of a parking lot, he would catch his breath quickly before realizing it wasn’t her. What would I even say? Are we friends? She probably doesn’t remember what I look like. Why do I care? That last one got him.

Why did he care? Sure, he thought, she was pretty. She seemed nice, well okay her Good Mornings sound nice…nicest he’d heard in a while considering the only other person who wished him a good morning was Ethan. Maybe that was just it, he was spending too much time by himself or with Ethan. Ethan and Grayson had been quarantined together for almost four months now. The only other people he had seen was his mother, sister, and friend Ryan. When you only speak to 4 other people face to face for four months, the girl on the beach was a contender for one of his closest friends. The thought settled well in his brain, rationalizing his anxieties about seeing her in public.

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About two weeks later, on a Tuesday morning, the sky was grey as the sun hid behind the clouds; the ocean water was unusually murky with dense foam. Grayson’s head must have been in the grey clouds because his usual surfing excursion left him tumbling around in the water more than usual. He started back for the shore earlier than usual, sensing that today was simply not his day. When the water reached his chest, Grayson started to walk upright in the water while dragging his board behind him. Not a few seconds later, he felt a sharp pain stab the outer edge of his left foot. “FUCK”, he swore out loud and gasped. The saltwater heightened the pain as he continued to trudge through the water.

He arrived on shore and noticed a jagged, long cut along the side of his right foot. The saltwater washed away the blood seeping through the wound: all that was left was a deep, slender slice taken out of the side of his foot. He tossed his board down, not bothering to dig it into the sand. He sat on the waters edge, trying to wash the sand out of the wound but wincing when the salt returned with its pointed sting. He groaned softly to himself.

I can’t walk back to the car like this, he thought to himself.

He threw his head back, frustrated with the situation. Frustrated with how he might have scratched his board on a rock from tossing it down. Frustrated from the deep wound spewing blood from his foot. Frustrated with his loneliness. Frustrated with the pandemic. Frustrated with his career. It all lead him here: sitting on a beach, more than half naked, with a bloody foot and a bruised ego. He sighed out loud and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Are you okay?”

Grayson nearly jumped, not because she was mean or aggressive but because he was having his internal meltdown under the impression that he was alone. He forgot about his little beach friend. Her brow furrowed softly, oh shit I should say something. 

“Yeah, I uhh I just got cut up is all” Grayson waived his injured foot softly from where it lay.

She hesitated for a second, neither of them was wearing a mask. Surely Dr. Fauci would approve of her helping a lone stranger who was in pain. She ignored the premonition, figuring that she wouldn’t be seeing anyone else soon anyway but remembering to put a mask in her purse for any future first aid incidents.

“Do you need a hand?” Her eyes were kind and caring, a deep brown that looked nearly gold in the grey light of that Tuesday morning. Grayson found himself looking at her, really looking at her for the first time since they started sharing the beach. She did not notice Grayson’s awkward gawk getting the best of him. She bent her head down, her eyes leaving Grayson’s gaze to search her purse for something. Grayson realized how small she was, probably only 5 feet tall and slender framed underneath her T-shirt and shorts. She unearthed a small, white package from within her purse. “Bandaid?” she offered, holding it out to him.

“Yeah that’d be great,” Grayson nodded softly and took the package from her. He looked from the white box to his cut and his muscles tensed up, unsure of where to start. He looked up at her, his brown eyes wide with uncertainty. She smiled softly at him, reassuring that frustrated place in his heart slightly. “Want some help?”, she was already kneeling down before he could start nodding.

Grayson slipped the white bandage box into her small palm as she started wiping away the larger pieces of sand around the cut. “You think it could get infected?” he asked, “By something in the water?”

She laid a piece of gauze over his cut as she shook her head. “No, the salt in the water would act as an electrolyte to dehydrate the phospholipid bilayer of any aquatic bacteria before it even got in.” He felt his eyebrows raise. She wrapped his foot in a larger bandage before adding, “uh I mean… it’s salt water, so you’ll be fine…..how did you do this anyway?”

“I must’ve stepped on a rock coming out of the water,” Grayson coolly forgot to mention his earlier debacle of looking like a Saint Bernard on a surfboard.

“If a big guy like you can get taken down by a rock, I have no chance in this world,” she remarked while standing up and putting the box back in her purse.  Grayson laughed out loud with a wide smile. Her joke wasn’t even that funny, but it had been so long since he heard someone make a joke besides Ethan.

She smiled down at him, “I like the band” she gestured toward the solid black tattoo on his right ankle. “I think I would go with an anklet though,” she added with a soft confidence.”

Grayson tried to stand on the freshly bandage foot, “True but this way I’ll never lose it in the ocean.”

It was her turn to laugh, she flashed a bright smile at him and let out a happy sound. Her laugh died down as Grayson stood up tall: a tanned, muscular Adonis standing before her. “Well um..I’m glad to see you’re doing okay,” she started to step away from him, “See you later.” She smiled before turning away.

“See you later,” Grayson waved goodbye as she turned her back and continued her walk. He stopped himself, why was a grown man waving goodbye in public like a kindergartener at school? He let his hand fall to his side before picking up his board and walking back to his van. He looked down at his foot, I guess Ethan is taking out the trash tonight..and making me dinner. 

On the other side of the beach, she drew in a breath and cursed to herself, shit..I didn’t get his name..

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Grayson returned to the beach the next morning without his board. He decided that getting his bandaged (freshly done and kissed with love by Ethan) foot was too much of a risk. Also, he feared cutting up his good foot with a matching gash. He couldn’t depend on pretty girls with nice eyes to always be there with bandaids.  Instead, he sat down on the sand, letting the water run over his right foot and leg. He held his injured leg in his bicep, folding his knee up to meet his chest. With his free arm, he tried to skip stones in the water from his position on the ground.

He tried his best to enjoy his introspective morning with the ocean, even though he wasn’t in the water.

“I almost didn’t recognize you without your board” she looked down at him from under the visor of a black baseball hat.

He chucked, “Boards don’t pair well with bandaged feet.” He smiled up at her, “Thank you, by the way, for yesterday. I really appreciate it… You didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s no problem….just being a kind stranger,” outwardly, she smiled gently but inwardly she cringed at the awkwardness of her own words. Grayson smiled gently back at her, she can’t have been too awkward if he’s still looking at her right?

“My names Kate”

“I’m Grayson”   A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! This is the first thing I am ever posting and would really appreciate any feedback you have about whether or not I should keep going. <3 

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Bad News Pt.2 // E.D

Part 1

Summary: Film night with your best friend? What could go wrong?

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“No no no, Y/N you and I both know that isn’t true! The prisoner of Azkaban is the best Harry Potter film, no further debate needed!” He poked at your sides as you flopped your head back down into his lap, his fingers automatically beginning to play with your hair. “Absolutely cannot agree with you, Goblet of fire is superior. Hello? Cedric Diggory, need I say anymore?! He’s fine as hell!!” You countered back, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

You had decided that for tonight’s weekly sleepover, a Harry Potter marathon was in fact, very much needed. You had dragged Ethan into the world of Harry Potter on your 13th birthday, when your obsession with Tom Felton had began. Ethan, wanting to see what all the fuss was about had agreed to watch with you and had been hooked ever since. It was your thing, promising to never watch any of the series without the other present.

Oh how you adored nights like this, you cherished the feeling of Ethan touching your skin in anyway, you felt safe, comfortable. You felt whole when you were with him. Allowing yourself to briefly forget about the agony that was loving him.

You were mindlessly playing with Ethan’s fingers when he spoke up. “I have a date.” He said quite bluntly, taking you by surprise. “O- oh you do? Who’s the unlucky girl then?” You desperately tried to mask the pain radiating in your body by teasing him, but the tremble in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by Ethan. “I know right, who’d of thought I, Ethan Dolan, would have a date! She’s called Aria, she’s... cute?” He answered, though his last sentence sounded more like a question, as though he wasn’t sure of his statement.

“Tell her she’s in my thoughts and prayers, I can’t imagine having to put up with your ass.” Chuckling forcefully, you gave him a small smile, you could feel the tears pooling in your eyes. “Now If you’ll excuse me, i need to use the toilet before I burst! I don’t want to miss Harry’s first trip to Diagon Alley!!” You were quick to scurry off, praying he didn’t notice the few stray tears that had began to fall.

Sliding down onto the harsh, cold tile of Ethan’s bathroom floor, you tucked your legs to your chin, cradling your weak form. For years, you’d watched so many girls come and go from Ethan’s life, nothing but simple hookups. You simply could not recall a time where Ethan Dolan ever went on a date, surely this meant something? He must like her a lot to agree on spending time together to do anything other than fuck?

Your mind was racing with so many agonising questions, but one remained at the fore front of your mind. Rising to your feet, your focus remained solely on the broken shell of a girl staring back at you. Analysing every feature of your face, your relentless eyes interrogating your reflection. Unable to shift the one thought that always seemed to hold your happiness as hostage.

“Why am I never enough for him?”

After what seemed a lifetime, you managed to pry your eyes away from the now clouded mirror, your ragged hot breaths had left condensation, droplets of water now beginning to race down as the surface cooled. Cleaning yourself up, you removed the remanence of smudged mascara that had made its way down to your red, blotchy cheeks. Splashing your face with cold water, allowing it to soothe the burning, flustered skin underneath it. You began taking deep breaths to collect your emotions before heading out into the bedroom.

Greeted with his large form already under the sheets, he was sat up. You looked at him, really looked at him. Watching the way his chest rose and fell, subconsciously you began to match the rhythm of his breathing. The way the fluorescent light of his phone screen lit up his gorgeous features. The curve of his nose, you could spend all day tracing it if he’d let you.

A bright twinkle made home in his dreamy brown eyes, you swore you saw galaxies when he looks your way. If you were brave enough to enter their depths, you would happily drown in them without a single struggle. When he broke out into a smile, you were overcome with a cozy feeling deep inside, he always felt like home to you. He had been there with you for your first of everything. You wished for nothing more than him to be your last too.

You hated him for not loving you the way you love him. You loved him for loving you at all. You despised him for spending so many nights in a stranger’s bed when you were here, waiting for him. You loved him for the nights where you were cuddled into his chest, safe and sound. You hated him for being so careless with your heart that you trusted in his hands. Your head had become a constant battlefield. The thing is? You knew you didn’t hate him, you hated yourself for falling for someone you could never have. It was easier to blame him. Why couldn’t you just get over him?

You slipped into your side of the bed, allowing the warm sheets to relax your mind and calm your thoughts. Not long after, you felt a familiar hand snake it’s way across your torso, pulling your back closer towards him. Normally you would of melted then and there, putty in his hands. Tonight was different, you couldn’t keep pretending this wasn’t hurting you. You reached to pull his hand from its spot on your waist but he interlocked his large hand with your small one. You wish you could say you let go, but you didn’t. You couldn’t find the strength to pull away, instead you only moved closer, tucking your bodies as close as possible. You needed to experience this feeling one more time. You needed to remember it.

As the beams of morning began to make their way through the blinds, you felt whole. You felt joyous, fulfilled, loved. You rolled your body over so you could see that damn face that plagued your dreams once again last night. The beaming smile on your face quick to fade when you were met with cold, empty sheets. He’d clearly been gone for awhile, since they had lost all heat sourced from Ethan’s body. Maybe he had gone to make you breakfast? Ethan doesn’t do mornings unless he has plans. Maybe a meeting he’d forgotten about? You glanced out the window, met with Grayson’s large figure doing his morning workout.

Your eyes flickered around the room, searching for any signs of your best friend. That’s when you met the folded up paper left on the nightstand along with a glass of water. Fingers tracing delicately across your name in his hand writing, making your stomach erupt into butterflies. You peeled back the paper.

“Morning sunshine, gone to meet Aria for a coffee. Wish me luck! See you later, E x”

Your once good mood, certainly long gone now. Years, for years you’d been wasting your time, waiting for Ethan to love you back. You’d gotten nothing but heartache, it was time to get out there. It was atleast worth a try right?

Scrolling through the contacts of your phone, you came across the target of your search. Tapping away at the keyboard before pressing send and leaving your phone on the bed as you headed for the kitchen.

“Hey Logan :)”

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[chaoticdaddygod]

a first time concept

okay, first try to write a concept that appeared in my head, did not go as plan.

where (y/n) became friends with ethan through kristina and is hanging out at the dolan house with ethan, grayson, ryan k. set a few days after grayson and another girl didn’t work out.

a short conversation with absolutely nothing so I gave up :)

forewarning bad writing ahead.

It was mid afternoon with the boys and yourself, lying around on what you thought was the ugliest couch possible. The conversation had just drifted into the familiar and repetitive monologue that Ethan would give Grayson about finding a girlfriend and how he should stop rushing into relationships. Even through you had not been apart of this group for long, used to only hanging out with them when Kristina was around, you were however now used to the speech that would follow whenever one of Graysons ‘girlfriends’ didn’t work out. 

“I’m just saying Gray, maybe-just like be single for awhile” Ethan repeated a line that had probably been said to Grayson a million times, “There’s nothing wrong with being single.”

“Of course you would say that” Grayson retorted back, now getting defensive about his status as a single man, “You have your girlfriend, wife or whatever.”

You leaned further back into the couch trying to disappear into it to escape the hostility that came out of Grayson. “Well neither Ryan or (y/n) care that their single” Ethan having now just dragged you and the other silent member of the room into the argument, motioned to the both of you with his head from where he was seated down the other end with Grayson, “Maybe take a leaf out of their book and just chill for a sec.”

Grayson who sat next to Ethan and for the most part of the conversation sat with his back to your and Ryan now twisted his body to the look at the both of you. His landing on Ryan before moving further down to look at you, his eyes taking in your face and down to the blanket covering your body. He let out a scoff, “Or maybe I could not, I mean (y/n) has probably been single her whole life,” Graysons words were sharp and a tinge bit of hurt ran through your body, his eyes still stayed on your face. This was probably the longest he ever has looked at you but it was broken as Ethan hit him on the back of his head making jolt around to face him instead.

“And what would be wrong with that exactly Grayson?” The sound of your voice making everyone turn their heads toward you. You moved your body into a straight sitting position, no longer slouching back into the back rest of the couch, “Would there be something wrong if that was true?” You knew his statement wasn’t true and so probably did Ethan, you had one ex-boyfriend behind you. 

“No, of course not but you know I actually want to be married with kids by thirty, hell even twenty-five” Grayson voiced filled the room, his eyes locked back onto yours as he said the familiar words that normally came out of his mouth noticeably five to ten times a day. You were sure that everybody on the planet knew that Grayson wanted to be a father even if they did not know who Grayson was. 

Ryans voice cut into the space interrupting before you could reply back to Grayson. Drawing Ethan into a new conversation about something he saw on his phone. Both of them forgetting about the chat that would be most likey repeated in a few weeks, but Grayson still had his eyes on you as if expecting you talk but you never did. 

Instead of resuming what could turn into an argument with Grayson, you shifted your body closer to Ryan, turning your head towards him and tuning into his discussion with Ethan.

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Fine Line Track 02: WATERMELON SUGAR [G.D]

Description: Two teens spent a hot summer in Hawaii together.

Warnings: Smut!! 

Word Count: 6.2K+

‘Tastes like strawberries, On a summer evening’ - Watermelon Sugar Harry Styles

Her lips wrapped around the small striped straw. Red and white lines swirling throughout the straw as her cherry pink lips stained the paper. A satisfied sigh fell past her lips as the cold drink slid down her warm throat, her lips curling into a small smile as the summer heat got washed away with her juice.

"Are you just going to sit there all summer?" Grayson shouted, shaking her up, not expecting him until later in the day.

"Maybe, maybe not," she smiled, lifting the glasses off her eyes and onto her forehead, in attempts of getting a good look at her best friend who she hadn't seen in months.

"I hope not. There's a lot to do around here," he muttered as he walked towards her, her body laying on one of those deck chairs by the pool, a red, skimpy bikini covered the precious belongings that Grayson tore his eyes off of, not wanting to disrespect her, as he should.

"Gimme a hug Dolan, don't just stand there,"  she smiled up at him, extending her hands as he leaned down, wrapping them around his shoulders, a hint of his cologne bringing nothing but happiness to her nose.

"You've been working out huh?" Her eyes traveled down his large build. It was obvious Grayson had grown over the past months.

"Gotta blow out the steam and stress," he shrugged, sitting on the chair next to her, "How 'bout you?"

"Me? I just meditate or hit the gym when I feel like I need to, you know?" She replied, bringing her glasses back down to her eyes, trying to block out the sun who seemed to be on its highest power that day.

"I get it. Gotta clean the energy 'round you," he mumbled as he closed his eyes, the stress from the past months lifting off his shoulder ever since his plane landed.

"How were your classes?" she yawned, not because she was tired but because of how free she felt.

"Harder than last year. Last week, I thought about dropping out," he chuckled making her laugh.

"The Grayson Dolan considering giving up? Engineering must be fucking hard then," she took another sip from her drink, a teasing scoff coming from Grayson once he saw the 'MelonBerry' bottle in her hands.

"How the fuck did you bring those to Hawaii?"

"Brought em' on the plane. Wrapped them up real nice and put em' in my suitcase," she chuckled, "You want one?"

"I'm good, thanks,"

"Suit yourself," she shrugged before taking another sip, letting out a loud and dramatic 'ahh' to crawl up Grayson's skin.

"You should stop drinking that before you turn into one," Grayson muttered with his eyes closed, a teasing smirk on his lips as a scoff came from Y/N.

"Fuck off, Bailey," she laughed, flipping him off, a content smile on her face, "I missed you," she sighed.

They haven't seen each other since months prior, each going to different colleges, each in a separate and distant state. Grayson came up with the idea to meet in Hawaii, saying it would be a fun experience for her. Y/N argued, claiming it was too expensive, and it wasn't in her budget. But Grayson being Grayson, sent her an email later that day, a round trip to Hawaii from Boston, and pictures of the Air BNB he rented. She called him with tears in her eyes, nagging him about spending an unnecessary amount of money on her, which of course, he simply shrugged off.

"I missed you too, and your annoying voice," Grayson replied, making her scoff, "I'm serious! It gets lonely when you're not around,"

"Boston would be better with you, you know? Life isn't as fun without you," she sighed, placing her bottle of juice down before getting up from her chair, taking her glasses off, carefully placing them down before walking towards the pool, slowly going down the small staircase that led to the water.

Small goosebumps rose through her skin as the feeling of the water and Grayson's eyes made contact with her soft skin. "You coming Gray?" Her voice came out soft and angelic, nothing but innocence within her words.

"I'm good," He never took his eyes off her, eyes being hooked to every inch of her skin, cursing himself out for every blink he made, as if he were to close his eyes for too long she would disappear from his eyes, "for now,"

"Your loss," she shrugged before completely submerging under the water, hair wet and sticking to her skin as she came back up, giggles falling past her lips as she bit them, looking directly towards Grayson, a teasing look on her face as she stared at him.

"Don't do that," he glared, "Don't look at me like that Y/N, come on,"

"Like what? I'm literally just inviting you to swim Grayson, but whatever," she shrugged and went back in the water, causing Grayson to roll his eyes. He forced himself to think about disgusting things, not wanting to feel or look at his best friend the way he was.

. . .

"How many days are we staying here? I forgot," Y/N asked as she walked to the couch, a giant blanket engulfed her body, as she made her way over to the large living room.

"A month," Grayson replied, not looking up from his phone, his thumbs quickly tapping on the screen as he typed something.

"Wow, a month," she whispered before getting up from the couch, not even a minute from when she first sat down, she walked over to the kitchen.

Grabbing a nice bottle of her 'MelonBerry' juice she walked back to the couch, she stood before Grayson, a pout on her lips as she extended her arm to him, "Can you open this for me, please?"

He grabbed the bottle from her hand, fingers touching against each other as he did so, small currents of energy running through each other's skins, Grayson took a rather large sip after opening it, making Y/N send him a glare, "I thought you didn't like these?" She asked, turning her head  to the side, slightly squinting her eyes as she looked at Grayson. 

"Wanna see what you taste like," He smirked, looking at her, trying to see any sort of change in her expression, but nothing. Y/N decided to let the comment remain unheard, "It's sweet, tastes like strawberries,"

"It's called MelonBerry Grayson. Melon for watermelon, berry for strawberry," Y/N replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it sort of was, and Grayson just did it to get under her skin, "Anyways, thank you for drinking half the fucking bottle," she scoffed once she looked inside the red translucent glass bottle, Grayson's sip taking almost half of the bottle.

"Can't help it, it's so, so good," Grayson's voice was deep and rough, a teasing tone to it, making Y/N's skin shiver, the small hairs in the back of her neck standing up with every syllable he spoke.

She shook her head, sitting down on the couch. She no longer felt cold, taking the giant blanket off her body, leaving her in a pair of Pajama shorts, and a small white tank top, "It really is good, 's why I drink it so much,"

Grayson's eyes traveled down her body, her nipples being outlined by the small, and sort of tight white shirt, her thighs were almost bare, and for once Grayson felt like losing it, "You hungry?" He asked, stopping his mind from going to forbidden places.

"Mhm," she hummed with the straw in her mouth, quickly pushing it away from her mouth with her tongue, "I stopped at a grocery store before coming here. I bought pizza dough, we can make it if you want,"

"Let's do it," he got up from the couch, walking to the kitchen as Y/N followed, she got all the ingredients out before washing her hands, she took some flour sprinkling it on the counter before placing the dough on it, carefully and smoothly massaging it with her hands as Grayson watched.

"You wanna try it?" she asked and he nodded his head, before she could move, he locked her in, placing his body behind her's, his hand landing next to hers, "Not what I meant, but okay," she shook her head before she began work with the dough again, Grayson's head landed on her shoulder, his warm, yet cold breath sending shivers down her spine with every breath he took.

"This is fun," he whispered and she nodded her head, Grayson grabbed her hands, tightly holding them in his before moving his hands up to her shoulders, "You're stressed, M' working on your shoulders and you do that," he whispered against her neck as Y/N stayed frozen, she quickly shook her head, her hands started working on the dough as she closed her eyes, Grayson's hands working wonders on her neck.

"Does it feel good, Y/N?" Her name sounding different when it left his mouth, the entire question didn't feel like it was relating to a simple, friendly massage, "Answer the question,"

"Mhm, your hands are good," she nodded her head, opening her eyes, internally shaking off whatever was going on, "Really good,"

"Gray, it's done," she whispered, knowing the pizza was ready for the sauce and the rest of the things, "I'm hungry,"

"Where's the sauce?" He took her hands off her shoulder, Y/N suddenly felt cold and lonely, simply pushing it away she pointed towards the jar filled with the red sauce.

Waiting for the pizza was hell for both Grayson and Y/N. They crossed a line and were now suffering the consequences. Nobody dared to say a word, both purposely lost themselves in their phones until the pizza, where Y/N decided to break the silence, "What are we doing tomorrow?" She asked after swallowing the bite she had taken

"To the beach, and I know about this secret waterfall that we could go the day after," Grayson shrugged, locking his phone and placing it on the table.

"Secret waterfall?"

"Yeah, it's in this creek, but it's hiding away. Ever since I found it, I go there all the time," Grayson explained and Y/N nodded her head, "Come, here you got something," Grayson leaned over the table, placing his thumb on the corner of her mouth.

She didn't actually have anything, he just wanted to touch her, "There, all done,"

"Well, just wake me up tomorrow, you always get up before me, good night," she got up from her chair, throwing her plate in the trash and walking to her room, to shower and try and sleep. Sleep was something that was not in the schedule because it was almost 2 am and she found herself scrolling through TikTok.

"Can't sleep?" Grayson asked, knocking on her door, "Can I come in?"

"Yeah, been up the whole time," She replied as he walked in, sitting down on her bed, "You?"

"Same, too many thoughts," He sighed, laying his head down on a pillow.

"Wanna talk about it?" She asked, extending her blanket over to him.

"I don't know. It's just weird, we haven't seen each other in months, and I don't know it's different," he yawned, taking a look around the room. Her suitcase was neatly placed in the corner of her room, her makeup was spread out on top of the dresser, and her shoes were all laid out in a straight line by a wall.

"Different in what way?" Her eyes were closed, tiredness taking over her body at the wrong time, she wanted to talk to Grayson but she was slowly drifting away with every word he spoke.

"I don't know. Just different,"

"Y/N get up," Grayson groaned for what seemed the millionth time in the morning, forgetting how hard it was to wake her up.

"Shut up, m' trying to sleep" she muttered, nuzzling her face into the pillow, in an attempt to block out the sunlight that was coming from the window.

"And I'm trying to go to the beach, so get your fat ass up," he said, ripping the blanket off her body, causing her to finally wake up.

"My ass is perfect, now get out," She rolled her eyes, putting on her slides before walking towards the bathroom.

"Sure is," shouted walking out of her room.

…

"I know you are not going to sit there all day," Grayson complained as Y/N sat on a beach chair, white, heart-shaped glasses sat over her eyes, a copy of 'In Watermelon Sugar' in her hands

"What is it with you and watermelons?" Grayson scoffed and Y/N rolled her eyes, the attitude filled action not being visible to Grayson due to her sunglasses

"I just like them, and they're good too," she replied back, her tone was monotone, all her emotions being poured into every word she read, "And they're cute,"

"Okay, can you just enjoy the world around you for once?" Grayson was upset that the fact that Y/N hadn't been paying attention to him ever since they arrived at the beach, she had been too busy with the book, a book that she had read more than enough times.

"Fine," she groaned, folding the corner of the page she was at a bit, an annoyed expression on her face, "What do you want to do?"

"Good just follow me," he smirked grabbing her small hand in his hand, he led her down a path, a part of the beach that was secluded away from everything, just a few adults that were laying down a distant couple of feet away, Y/N was glad she left all her important belongings in the car, not trusting a bunch strangers around her stuff.

"Look at the turtles," he smiled pointing over the small turtles that were floating and swimming around near the shore.

Y/N's hand flew to her mouth, a small giggle falling past her lips as she looked at them, "Oh god, they're so cute! I hope no one does anything to them,"

"They can't, people are watching them," Grayson explained and she nodded her head.

"Good. I can't stand people hurting animals," she huffed, she placed her hands on her hips.

Grayson finally caught a good look of her body. A mustard-yellow bandeau and high waisted swimsuit covered the parts of her body she wanted to keep private. The color matching perfectly against her golden skin, something she was thanking the bright sun for. Her hair was a loose and messy bun that sat at the top of her head, and her glasses still covered her eyes, and a small cross necklace adorned her neck, "This is cute'

Y/N took off her glasses, a smirking Grayson was standing before her, his hand slowly reaching to the waistline of her bottoms, his finger grazing the hem of them, "Real cute,"

"Thanks. I got it off Fashion Nova," she gave him an innocent smile, as she internally discombobulated, "Your shorts are cute," she chuckled looking at his shorts, just plain dark blue shorts.

"Thanks, I don't know where I got them from," his hand moved from her waistline to her actual waist, mentally groaning after he got no reaction from her again.

"Last one to get in the water has to give the other a pedicure," Y/N shouted before taking off and running towards the light blue ocean

"You cheated, you know that right?" Grayson glared at Y/N as she placed her legs on top of his.

"No rules were spoken Bailey, now get to it," she said pressing the heel of her foot against his thigh, a soft hiss escaping Grayson before he huffed.

"You don't even need a pedicure," he rolled his eyes after looking at her pedicured feet, her nails were neatly colored with a white polish, and her feet were so soft.

"Don't complain, I could've had crusty musty feet, now get to it," she groaned, she relaxed back into the couch, one he felt Grayson doing what owed her since he lost.

His brain worked rather quickly, coming up with a plan once she closed her eyes. He slowly moved his hand up to her ankle, his finger tracing the small sun tattoo she had gotten done. He remembered it was her first tattoo, getting it done on their senior trip in high school. It was a small tattoo shop in Chicago, they all had gotten tattoos with fake IDs. That day Grayson got a small door behind his knee, they were all meaningless tattoos that sometimes they regretted getting. He was now at her calf, and his plan was not working, he heard a small snore come from her mouth so he gave up before moving to her other leg.

Maybe Y/N was going to be harder to crack than he thought.

Y/N wasn't actually asleep, but knowing that if her eyes were open, they would give away her reaction to his touch, so she closed her eyes, until she actually drifted off.

This time, it wasn't Grayson knocking on her door. It was her knocking on Grayson's, a quiet 'come in' was heard so she opened the door, the sight of a shirtless Grayson in bed making her knees feel like jelly, her panties to dampen, her heart to accelerate, and her body temperature to rise.

Maybe it was the fact that they were spending a month together. Or that they haven't seen each other in months. Or simply because their bodies had changed, matured in a way.

Grayson took notice of how her tits were bigger than last time, and so was her ass. Her face was different, her lips were plump and pinker from her gloss, her lashes were longer, and her hair stopped right before her shoulders making her jawline more defined, her eyes were shiny, with a hint of something Grayson still hasn't been able to determine.

Grayson's body was buff, his biceps and every muscle defined. His hair was long, and Y/N had to say it was her favorite so far. His hands were bigger, His back had grown, but in a good way, he was taller. His body was perfectly proportioned. Not to mention that in the past two days Y/N noticed that his sense of fashion was better, wearing something other than a black t-shirt with grey boxer shorts.

"You okay? You look sick," Grayson's face filled with concern, her face flushed, a hint of embarrassment flashed in her eyes for a slight second before she shook it off.

"Yeah, my room's just really hot right now," it wasn't, it was cold, colder than his at that.

"Do you wanna stay here? With me?" she nodded her head, slipping under the covers in the space he made for her. Her body's temperature finally stabilized.

Her head subconsciously landed on Grayson's chest. His heartbeat being some sort of lullaby causing her eyes to slowly close as a wave of tiredness consumed her, "Night Gray"

"Night Y/N" he repeated before she slowly drifted off, her mind making up inappropriate and forbidden scenarios as she slept.

…

"Is it far away?" Y/N asked as Grayson drove away.

They were headed towards the secret waterfall Grayson acclaimed so much. Y/N had woken up in an annoyed mood, every single little thing bothering her right into her soul. And Grayson was not dealing so well with it, not after she glared at him for asking a simple question.

"An hour and a half," he answered and a loud groan came from Y/N, making Grayson roll his eyes.

Y/N spent the hour and a half long drive sleeping, coming in and out of her daze. Unfortunately, she was as Grayson would call it 'bitchier', after her small nap.

"Can you drop the attitude for like one second?" Grayson asked and she did nothing but send him a glare, deciding to stay quiet instead of saying something she might regret, she walked away laying her towel on the ground, sitting down, and admiring the view.

Medium sized waterfalls surrounded a small body of water at the bottom, they weren't as tall as she thought they would be, so she considered maybe jumping in them once or twice.

"Let's skinny dip," Grayson suggested standing in front of Y/N, a loud laugh coming from her throat.

"Are you crazy? Out of your mind much," She shook her head, leaning down on her towel.

"There's no one around, so why not," Grayson shrugged, she turned her head to look around.

There wasn't a single soul there, except theirs of course, "Fine. But turn around, no peeking," she finally gave in.

There was nothing to lose, well only if someone decided to go to the waterfall, at the same time.

She slowly peeled her yellow bottoms off, followed by the top part of her bathing suit, and if anyone was secretly watching, her body would be fully exposed to them, "Okay, your turn," her shyness suddenly went a wave.

She was starting to crave pleasure. Things she was sure only Grayson could give her, or what she thought he could, "You could peek now," Grayson turned around, jaw slightly dropping at the sight of his naked best friend.

"Hello? We don't have all day," she snapped her fingers in his face, a small smirk on her face, "Okay never mind," she began to turn around before a pair of arms scooped her up.

The skin on skin contact sent shivers through her body as a squeal left her throat, "Grayson don't you fucking dare," she shouted.

It was too late, before she knew it she was being carried up to the surface, a loud gasp left her lips once she was able to breathe, "What the fuck is wrong with you," she shouted, smacking his chest softly.

Grayson's eyes changed. His honey-colored eyes no longer being present, a pair of dark, lust-filled eyes replacing them instead. In a matter of seconds his hand lightly wrapped against her throat, and her back was placed against a soft rock, "I'm fed up of all your attitude, and of your fucking teasing," his voice was rough and deep.

Deeper than she's ever heard before, and Grayson's voice sure got deep when he was upset.

"Mhm," she nodded her head, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. Bubbles filled her stomach as she wondered what would happen next.

"Words baby, I need words," he muttered against her neck, a small and quiet moan came from the feeling of his big, and rough hands traveling around her bare body.

"I wanted your attention, like the whore I am," she pouted, his lips placed slow and sloppy kisses around her neck and shoulders, his hands squeezing her ass making her head drop back in response.

"You're a whore for me, aren't you?" His voice was teasing-, almost mocking her. Mocking her for being such a whore for him, "What do you want Y/N?"

It was the way he said her name again. Everything but innocence was found within his voice, what did she want? She didn't know. Not being in the right headspace to make a decision as to what she wanted Grayson to do for her, she shrugged, letting out a quiet 'don't know'.

"I guess we'll just go with what I want then," he shrugged before wrapping his arms under her knees, lifting her up so that her lower half was above the water and her ass was sitting on the rock, right in front of his face, he looked up at her, eyes filled with hunger and lust, he turned his head to the side, a nod coming from her to let him know she wanted it too.

"You don't know how long I waited for this," he wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her pussy closer to his face, his finger slowly rubbed against her skin, grazing past the are where she needed him and wanted him the most, "Gray-,"

He cut her off by pressing his thumb softly against her clit, "Shhh," he switched his thumb for his index finger that he previously had in his move, he rubbed it in small circles, small whimpers and breath falling past Y/N's lips.

He placed a small kiss on her clit, receiving a gasp in response. Her pussy ached with want, want for some sort of touch, "Don't make a sound," he instructed before licking a bold stripe up her folds, he slowly inserted a finger, her hand clutching onto his bicep as she bit her lip, holding back any sounds that tried to escape.

He licked his lips before slowly flicking his tongue against her clit, he inserted another finger, and this time Y/N wasn't so good at holding a moan back, the pleasure she was getting from his fingers slowly moving in and out of her, while his tongue worked wonder on her was more than enough to make her let out a loud moan that earned her a smack to her thigh.

Not getting what she wanted, she pushed her body down, only for Grayson to push his face back, a smirk on his face as she sent him a glare, she leaned down, small hand grabbing his jaw, her thumb slowly pulled his bottom lip down until it popped back up, "Stop moving and just eat me, please?" She asked, an innocent pout on her face as her acrylics slowly scratched his jaw.

Grayson didn't say anything, a determined look on his face, and Y/N knew she was done for, he slowly took his fingers out of her before quickly slipping them back in with no warning, his speed faster than before he leaned his head down, her hand moved to his hair, pulling it away for his face as a gathered up enough spit before slowly spitting it all over her cunt, his lips latched onto her clit with no mercy, tongue circling it, as loud moans left her lips, "Gray, Gray, more," she chanted his name as she pulled on his brown locks, her legs trying close but he pushed them away, fingers digging into her soft skin as he devoured her pussy.

"More?" he asked, he slipped a third finger in, and a loud scream came from her throat. His fingers slipped in and out of her at a fast pace, he pulled his tongue and fingers away, moving his fingers up to her clit before quickly running it, "look at you, all fucked out and I haven't even gotten started yet," he chuckled, a cocky look on his face, before she could respond he replaced his fingers with his tongue, moaning at her sweet taste sending vibrations through her body.

Her stomach began to tighten and her breaths became short. Moans turned into a loud pornographic scream as her toes curled, squirting all over his face, her vision turned white, he body trying to pull away but he locked her in with his hands behind his knees

"Grayson, Grayson fuck, fuck," the number of times she said fuck was more than what Grayson could count. Once she caught her breath she sat up, his head was between her thigh so she pulled him up, a loud and rough giggle escaping her as she pressed her lips against his lips, tasting herself, "Just wanna taste it," she muttered and he nodded his head.

"Tastes like strawberries," he mumbled before fueling pulling himself on top of her, "Wanna fuck you on this rock," he peppered kisses on her neck, long enough to leave marks on her skin, her nails scratched his back

"Do it," she whispered, she brought her hand up to her mouth, spitting in it before bringing it down to his dick. Her hand wrapped around it, slowly pumping causing small and quiet whimpers to come from Grayson's lips.

"Y/N, don't you dare," he groaned as she took her hand away, a small smile on her lips.

"Don't dare what?" She asked,  in a swift motion she flipped them over, surprising herself and Grayson on how they didn't slip off of the rock, "Actually, I just wanna swim," she shrugged, getting off of him and jumping into the water, leaving a frustrated, and angry Grayson laying naked on a wet rock.

"You coming?"  She asked before Grayson jumped in the water,  one she saw the look on Grayson's face, she took off, swimming as fast as she could, until he caught up to her, his long arms making catching her easier.

"Where were you exactly planning to go Y/N?" Grayson asked with a smirk on his face, Y/N turned her face, getting a good look around the area, noticing there was nowhere she could exactly go.

"Somewhere," She shrugged, turning back around to face him, her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing with the small hairs at the back of his head, his hands were right above her waist, his thumb rubbing small circles on her soft skin.

Grayson leaned his head down, pressing a small kiss below her ear, "I don't like that stunt you pulled," his teeth softly pressed down on her earlobe before he pulled away, "It wasn't very nice,"

"Too bad," She shrugged against his arms, a soft smile on her lips.

….

Y/N was in it for the night. Purposely brushing past Grayson on accident all day, saying comments that were innocent but in a way that they no longer were, looking up at Grayson will big eyes, Grayson was regretting suggesting skinny dipping, because he simply couldn't contain himself, and he could no longer do anything because people were starting to appear so they both rushed up the cliff, slipping on their bathing suits before anyone could see them.

"I had fun," Y/N smiled as she placed her bag in the trunk, they were now completely dressed, black joggers and white t-shirts hugged both of their bodies, and dirty white vans covered their feet.

"Me too, except for the part where you left me on the rock," Grayson playfully shook his head, sending her a half serious glare.

"Oh come on, the day isn't over yet," she smiled, taking a step closer to him, her hand went up to his jaw, caressing the soft skin, "Let's go home yeah,"

An hour has never gone by so slow for Grayson. Every traffic light turned red once it was his turn to go, cars kept crossing, he was letting out loud frustrated groans, nearly jumping out the car once he turned it off in the driveway, Y/N was slowly walking towards the front door until he came up behind her, hand wrapping around her neck as he turned her around, lips devouring hers as they made out against the door.

He lifted up her legs, wrapping them around his waist as he tried to unlock the door without a sight, after many attempts, he finally got the right key, unlocking the door and carrying her inside, slamming the door with his foot as he pressed her back against it, a load moan fell past her lips as he slipped his hand inside her joggers, rubbing her through her underwear.

He wrapped his arms behind her knees once again, carrying her up the stairs, loud and desperate breath coming from both of them, once Grayson reached his room he threw her on the bed, carefully climbing above her body with a hungry look on his eyes. In a swift motion he had her bottoms pulled off, "Shirt," his voice was rough as she raised her arms off, the feeling of his fingers against her stomach tickled as he took her shirt off, he sat up for a quick moment, removing his clothes faster than he's ever done before.

Y/N quickly took the opportunity to turn their body around, getting off the bed and sitting on her knees, once Grayson caught up to what she was doing he got off the bed, his hand reaching down to her jaw, thumb dragging on her bottom lip before she took it in her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, letting out a muffled moan, his grip around her jaw tightener, making her open her mouth, "Swallow it," he muttered after spitting in her mouth, she obliged, no questions asked.

She grabbed his dick in her hands, leaning her down and placing a small kiss on his tip causing Grayson's body to jerk, "Sorry," She giggled before spitting on it. She pumped her hand in a slow motion, slowly jerking him off, trying to get him harder before she put him in her mouth, she maintained eye contact while doing it, letting out a small giggle as Grayson internally almost lost it.

He let out a groan as she finally brought him in, the warmth from her mouth making his eyes roll back, she slowly took him in, bopping her head slightly before he took control.

He grabbed a fistful of his hair, taking a step back, his dick falling from her mouth as a line of spit connected the two, he pulled her head back so that she directly looking at him, "I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," he muttered before grabbing his dick in his hands, bringing it up to her mouth before slamming his hips against her, loud gags coming from the back of her throat, she moaned around him, making him let out a grunt.

"Fucking teasing me all day, fucking whore," he moaned as he fucked her mouth, tears forming in her eyes from the filling of his dick touching the back of her throat, he stepped back for a bit, stroking his cock with his hands to allow her to breath. Her hands reached for him, thumb rubbing over his tip before she took him back in her mouth, she had a rhythm. Take him halfway in for a couple of times before deepthroating him for a few seconds, then jerking him off with his hands. After a few minutes, Grayson was sent into oblivion, eyes closing as he came in her mouth, "Shit, fuck," fell past his lips as she giggled. He looked down at her, his cum slightly dripping from her lips before she wiped it away with her thumb, slipping it into her mouth, moaning at his taste.

"Gray?"

"Hmh," he blinked his distraction away, his mind still stuck on what only happened a few seconds ago.

"Are you finally gonna fuck me or-," her question was cut short, his hand wrapping around her neck as he slammed her on the bed. He slammed himself into her with no warning, a loud moan mixed with a gasp was her reaction.

"That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble someday," he grunted as he thrusted in and out of her, her tits bouncing with every thrust he made.

"Well, until then, I'll wait," she spoke, followed by a moan, "Fuck," her eyes paid a visit to her brain as she clawed on his back, her nails scratching the soft skin as he placed sloppy kisses along her neck and collarbone.

"Keep talking," he muttered against his skin, he brought one of his hands down to her clit making her head fall back as she let out a string of curse words.

He flipped their bodies around, her hands falling to his shoulders for support as he grabbed onto her waist, "Ride me like the good girl I know you are," his eyes stared into hers.

She grabbed onto his shoulders before she began bouncing on him, her legs feeling broken as she did so, head was thrown back, her hands moved from his shoulder to his chest, as a chuckle left Grayson's lips, he muttered some curse words that were almost inaudible as one of his hand reached for the headboard. He stared at her licking his lips before letting out a moan, "Shit Y/N, the condom," he panted and she shook her head.

"I'm on the pill," she breathed, feeling close to herself. The knot on her stomach began to tighten, 'Gray, Gray, I'm gonna cum,"

"Do it. Cu for me angel," his voice was light and airy, almost as if he was a peace.

She threw her head back before cumming around his dick, Grayson following her actions a few seconds later, they let out loud deep breaths as they came down from their highs.

Small beads of sweat formed around her forehead that wiped off her hand, she dropped down next to Grayson on the mattress, "Holyshit," she turned her head to look at him, "Please tell me we're gonna do that more often?"

"We can't stop now, we just started,"

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A/N: I’m pretty sure this is by far, the most horrifyingly bad thing I’ve ever written. Please I haven’t written smut in over a month, I’m SORYY!!!! I hate this SO SO SO SO MUCH bye-

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[impaladolan]

DOLAN TWINS SMUT MASTERLIST

A/N: Majority of the stories located here are, in fact, heavily detailed with smut. Therefore, if you are against/do not prefer reading that— these probably aren’t best for you! :) This is actually a new list, I changed my username and my other list became a little problematic..

ETHAN DOLAN

The Sleeve - Ethan Dolan

Caught - Ethan Dolan

GRAYSON DOLAN

Capture- Grayson Dolan *masterlist*

Public - Grayson Dolan

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan (Part Two)

Vibrations - Grayson Dolan

Le Goût- Grayson Dolan Series List

Control Freak - Grayson Dolan (Part Three)

Home Alone - Grayson Dolan

*COMING SOON*

From The Dining (Room) Table - Grayson Dolan

CONCEPTS

I’ve never really done this, but I think it’d be fun! So.. send some in if you’d like!!

Blurb Alert!

- Grayson Dolan

ice skating

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In aww

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Yes i do love them so much 🥺

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[grayzone]

Who are your favourite dt blogs/writers on here! Spill the tea sis🤪

Ooooh there’s a whole bunch of talented writers on here and some really creative blogs!

I’d say my favourite writers would have to be @ohdolans her writings *chefs kiss* and anything she writes is something I always look forward to reading!! Also @vintagedolan Mixtape is an actual blessing and is by far one of my favourite series EVER!!! I still remember the first time I read it I was: 🤯

@graysonsbailey I literally live for their gifs always blessing my feed💕

#show these lot some love #the teas been spilt I guess #jk it’s all love #I have a bunch of other favourite that we’ll probably be here all night #soo yeah #ohdolans #vintagedolan #mixtape #graysonbailey #gifs #concepts #asks