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1. Stop slandering our natural features. Stop with the dark skin jokes. Stop with the natural hair jokes. Stop dehumanizing black women for our features. Black women–especially young black girls–internalize these “jokes” and grow to sincerely hate their blackness. Cut it out.
2. Respect our choices. All of them. You don’t have to like it but you need to respect it. If we choose to wear our natural hair, respect it. If we choose to wear weave, respect it. Stop chastising us for the choices we make for ourselves. Stop policing how we choose to live our lives. Let us be great. Gahdamn.
3. Stop with the respectability politics. You can’t say you love black women and then pick and choose which black women you’ll respect based on your standards. You still give a black woman respect regardless of how she chooses to live her life. You respect all black women because we are human just like you, not just the ones who wear natural hair, listen to erykah badu and shit.
4. No means no. If you approach a black woman and she says she’s not interested, oh my fucking god, my nigga, just leave her alone. Move on. Let it go. Please do not persist. Take the rejection gracefully. Don’t call her out name, don’t follow her, don’t assault her. Let her be. She doesn’t owe you an explanation. Her “no” is enough and you will deal my friend.
5. LISTEN. Bruh, when black women are telling you something you’re doing is harming them, can you put your ego aside and just L I S T E N. Why is that your first reaction is to get defensive? If you love black women like you say you do, wouldn’t you want to know when you’re doing something harmful to them? Stop getting defensive every time a black woman calls out your misogynoir. Stop brushing that off as “bashing black men.” Stop calling black women “shea butter bitches” for calling out how you harm black women. Black women are just asking for empathy at the end of the day. That’s the least you can do.
6. Stop slut-shaming. Stop shaming black women for their sexuality. Stop calling black women “thots” and all kinds of hoes because her sex life is something YOU disagree with or because she presents herself in a way that conflicts with YOUR standards. Someone’s sexuality has nothing to do with you and you don’t have the right to police what a woman does with her body. Stop reducing a black woman’s worth because you don’t like what she does with HER body.
7. Understand that our identity intersects. Stop telling black women they have to “pick a side.” Black women aren’t black men or white women’s “side kicks.” We are our own people with our own unique struggle that, yes, may have similarities to BM’s and WW’s struggles, but is not identical to theirs. We are black and we are women. You can’t be an ally to black women and not be intersectional when our existence is the epitome of intersectionality. Black women don’t just experience racial violence, we experience gender violence as well. Stop insisting that we have to divide our identity down the middle to suit you.
8. Say something when you see black women being attacked. When you see black women being harassed online and offline, do something. Ya’ll gotta start holding each other accountable. Stop @-ing me telling me how terrible it is that I’m being attacked. @ ole dude who’s attacking me. Tell them to stop. Have my back. Intervene in the best possible way you can. Stop allowing the violence against black women to persist right in front of your eyes.
9. Please kill the “strong black woman” narrative. Placing this title on us constantly, denies us humanity. Black women aren’t allowed to be vulnerable like everyone else. We’re constantly told be strong or we’re written off as only angry and bitter. We’re told how we’re suppose to feel and how to respond to violence against us. Black women are humans. We laugh, we cry, we smile. We can’t be your idea of “strong” all the time.
10. Show up for black women. Black women consistently show up for everyone else but when it comes time for us, hardly anyone is there to be found. Police brutality doesn’t just happen to black men. Recognize it. Know the names of the many black female victims of state violence. Know their stories. Share their stories. Fight for them like you fight for Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, and Sean Bell. Fight for black women like black women fight for you. Organize and show up for black women. Stop leaving us hanging. Stop expecting our support and giving us little to none in return.
Anonymous: hi hi, do you think you could write a hate fuck concept with gray and in the end they realize they actually have feelings for each other? 👉🏼👈🏼 (sorry if you’re not taking concepts rn lol)
A/N - here she is, the long awaited (and slaved over) hatefuck!gray. Pretty pls with a cherry on top lmk what you think!!! I love you guys and hope you enjoy! (also massive creds to @vintagedolan for the gif (that maybe one day I’ll be able to post) and keeping me sane while I wrote this)
Word Count - 8.4k (whoopsie)
Warnings - some nasty, you know the drill
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You were literally living the dream.
You’d managed to move from your hometown to one of the most well known cities in the world, have started to pursue the career you’ve wanted to go into since you were a kid, you had amazing friends, enough hobbies to fill your free time - nothing was getting in the way of your amazing life.
When you had first moved to LA, you couldn’t afford to live alone. So, you went on craiglist and found a girl around your age who had also just moved there and was looking for someone to take the other room of her apartment. You didn’t even think twice about it, and that’s how Kacey came into your life.
You were quick friends. You guys did everything together. Explored, learned, met new people, tried new things, everything. And it was amazing, Kacey was amazing. You couldn’t have asked for a better roommate or best friend.
At this point, being in LA for a year, you guys have settled in more. You have your favorite restaurants, beaches, stores, hikes. You even have a group of amazing people you were more than happy to call your close friends. They were reliable, funny, and honest, which is not always easy to find so fast in a city like LA.
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could I request something where E is like editing but y/n gets bored and sits on his lap and starts to grind which ends up with maybe some punishments from E after he's had enough?
(my first E anything, this was a trip haha -- shout out to Pao @persistence-ofmemories, here’s your ethan smut lol)
You’ve been watching him all day. Strolling around the house shirtless with his AirPods in and sipping a smoothie while he conversed easily on continuous business calls. Hunched over his laptop answering emails. Sitting at the table with Grayson while they brainstormed new video ideas and Wakeheart promotional pitches.
Something about businessman Ethan hit so much different for you. He’s not an overly serious person on the daily, but CEO Ethan doesn’t fuck around. When he’s on these calls, his voice takes on this timbre that’s deep and confident and self-assured. Leaves no room for argument when he knows what’s best for his brands. It makes you clench your thighs and bite your lip as you watch and listen from your perch at the bar where you’re doing your own work for the day on your laptop.
But he can also get extremely caught up in it, in the perfection and responsibilities that are required when you’re a self-made businessman. Sometimes it’s hot and endearing, and sometimes it’s frustrating. Tonight, it’s frustrating.
You emerge from the ensuite bathroom in his room, dressed for bed in one of his t-shirts and squeezing some of the excess water out of your hair from your shower, to find him at his desk chair and on the phone again. You frown, checking the time on your phone. It’s after 10:30 PM, much too late considering he’s been doing this since around 8 this morning.
You walk up behind him, leaning over the back of the chair and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. You press a lingering kiss to his temple and nuzzle his cheek as you inspect what he’s working on. A still frame from their new video they’re about to post is on the screen of his laptop.
“I can’t decide if we should leave this part at 11 minutes in, bro. What do you think?”
You don’t know who he’s talking to, probably Ryan or maybe even Grayson; they have a habit of just calling each other even if they're both in the house, rather than just get up and go wherever the other one is. You’re a little confused as to why he’s editing of all things right now, though.
“Babe, what are you doing? Isn’t this what you pay Ricky for now?” you ask, reaching a hand up to play with his hair. It’s getting so long, and you're not mad about it one bit.
Ethan glances up at you, and puckers his lips at you. You oblige him with a quick peck, but you still expect an answer. He has a habit of trying to temporarily appease you when he’s busy and focused on something.
He sighs when he realizes you’re not giving up that easily. He puts the phone on mute, and you do indeed see Grayson’s name on the screen. “Ricky’s swamped, so I told him I had this one. It’s not too crazy.”
“You’ve been working literally all day, E. Can’t you come to bed so we can spend some time together before we go to sleep? I can’t stay up too late, I have a meeting in the morning.”
Ethan hesitates, turning the phone speaker back on to talk to his brother through his headphones. “Hey, Gray one sec.” He mutes it again. “Sweetheart, this won’t take me very long, I promise. The video is gonna be pretty short.”
You roll your eyes and pick up the towel you had dropped to the floor, turning your back on him to hang it up in the bathroom. You refuse to be the nagging girlfriend. If he wants to prioritize work he doesn't even need to be finishing right now, you’re happy to guilt trip him. “Whatever, E. It doesn’t feel like a long time to you, but a ‘short video’ still means like three hours.”
When you come back into the bedroom, you expect him to be lounging on the bed with his phone, laptop shut for the night and LED lights on. So when you find him in the exact same position, talking to Grayson once again, a wave of rage and hurt washes over you. Ethan is usually an amazing and attentive boyfriend, and you’re not particularly clingy with him; you just want to spend some intimate time together after a nonstop work schedule on both your ends had left that time lacking in your relationship lately, and which doesn’t show any signs of changing in the coming week.
You consider giving in and slipping under the covers to pout and go to sleep after all. Even if you were tired enough to go to sleep now, though, you know you’d be way too mad to achieve that. Your course of action is easy, then.
“Baby...” Ethan huffs, irritation and amusement both detectable in his tone when you march over to him and swing a leg across his lap. He grunts when you plop yourself in his lap, adjusting until you’ve got your arms wrapped around his middle and your face nuzzled in his neck. “Seriously?”
“Seriously?” you mock his deep voice. You know he hates that, and your lips curve up where you press them to his neck when you feel him tense up a little. “We both know you don’t need to be doing this right now, I heard you and Gray decide to post in three days. No sponsor with a deadline to get approval from. You’re just being a workaholic instead of a considerate boyfriend.”
He shakes his head, his arms curved around you so he can still reach the keyboard of his laptop. You hear the clicks of the keyboard resume as he has the nerve to keep working. “I just want to get this done, so it’s over with and so I don’t have to worry about it in a couple of days. You’re being a brat.”
You scoff indignantly. You’re being a brat just because you want to spend some of the limited time you both have with your boyfriend? If that’s what he thinks you are, you’ll let him have it.
You can hear Grayson’s muffled voice coming through the one AirPod Ethan’s wearing in the ear opposite from the one you’re next to. Perfect. You smirk and start planting sweet, innocent kisses up the side of his neck until you reach his ear, taking the lobe in-between your teeth teasingly.
Ethan inhales sharply when you tug on it with a little nibble before releasing it and putting your mouth right to his ear. You start rocking against him, sitting up some to put your hands on his shoulders.
“I’m gonna get off on you, with or without your help,” you whisper straight into his ear, smirking when your hot breath raises goosebumps on his bare skin. Now, it’s just a competition between his stubbornness and his desire for your pussy. The latter will win, you know it, but it’s only a matter of time. “If you want to make this a mutual effort, I’m more than happy for you to do that.”
He releases a heavy breath, and you smile against his skin when you feel him hardening predictably beneath you. You grind deeper into him, and lick your tongue along the words inked into his skin on his collarbone.
He stays stubbornly focused in the chair, and you can hear Grayson still talking in his ear, but Ethan isn’t responding to him. His chest and neck are flushing pink, and you sit back to see if that pretty color is gracing his cheeks, too.
You grin when you see that it is. His arms are still draped loosely around your waist, no longer typing, so you lean back with your hands on his knees, still grinding on the large bulge growing in his sweatpants. His eyes trail over you, how the t-shirt of his that you’re wearing pools at your hips, exposing your soft cotton panties that you sleep in so he can see your pussy rocking on his dick.
“Feels so good,” you murmur, tossing your hair over one shoulder and biting your lip. You reach one hand down and lift your shirt so you can both see the wet patch growing in your panties. He lets out this tiny little masculine moan that has you going harder, faster. You grin and lift your eyes to watch him watching your hips, and the heat in his gaze makes you shiver. “Would feel better if you were inside me, E. Want that big dick inside me, stretching me out. Don’t you want that, baby?”
Ethan shakes his head incredulously again, clearing his throat. “Hey, I’m tired Gray. I’ll finish tomorrow, okay?”
He doesn’t wait for his brother to answer before ripping his headphone out of his ear, tossing it onto his desk and tapping the red button on his phone to hang up. You squeal and giggle when he stands up suddenly, cupping his big hands under your thighs so you come with him. You wrap your legs around his waist instinctively, and don’t waste any time threading your fingers into his hair and dragging his lips to yours.
He moans into your mouth and stumbles to the bed, but your kiss is short-lived as he tosses you onto the mattress. You bounce and laugh again, scooting back to settle against the pillows as he crawls predatorily on top of you. He looks fucking amazing -- his hair a mess, skin tan from all the shirtless skateboarding he’s been doing lately, dick print evident in his grey sweats. Your mouth and pussy water simultaneously, and you reach out for him as he gets closer.
“You think that was cute?” he asks with a tiny smirk, allowing you to wrap your arms around him as he settles between your legs. “Turning me on while I’m working. While I’m on the phone with my brother?”
“Kind of. I did ask you nicely to stop working,” you remind him, trailing a finger down the line bisecting his torso until you reach his pants. You palm his erection through the soft fabric, grinning when he thrusts into your touch. “Not my fault you can’t listen.”
Ethan hums and hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties, making your hand fall away from him as he slinks them down your freshly shaved legs and leans back to toss them over his shoulder. His eyes are glued to your pussy, the shimmer of your arousal clinging to your smooth lower lips. Your head falls to your shoulder as you spread your legs more for him, whining thankfully when his fingers brush up your slit.
“So wet for me already,” Ethan says, collecting the slick moisture on his fingertips as he strokes you lazily.
You nod, lifting your hips to encourage him to deepen his touch. It feels good, but it’s barely there, and he definitely hasn't come near your clit. “Please, E.”
He tsks his tongue at you, smirking as he watches your face watch his. “Patience, baby. You couldn’t wait for me to finish working. You’ll have to wait a bit to get to cum, now.”
His words turn you on as much as they anger you. He laughs, actually laughs, when he feels more wetness seep onto his fingers from where he’s toying with your hole. “Oh, baby, did you like that? You like me making you wait?”
You have too much pride even through all the maddeningly unsatisfying pleasure he’s bringing about to answer him outright. You let out a loud moan when he sinks his two middle fingers into you. “You...you’re an ass.”
He chuckles again, wiggling his fingers a little bit inside you before taking them out, making sure he has your eyes locked on his when he takes them out and sucks them into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he whispers, licking the stray bits that cling to his lips as he leans back over you and slipping the same fingers back inside. He still doesn’t touch your clit, but his fingers start pumping and moving just how you like, filling you up but putting all the pressure in just the right spots.
Your legs spread even wider, head tossed back to the pillow as you grab the forearm supporting him over you with one hand and clutch the sheets by your head with the other.
“E...holy shit!” you whimper, digging your nails into that eagle on his arm. His fingers feel so good, hitting you just right, but it’s not enough to make you cum, and he knows it. He smirks down at you, watching you fall apart as the sloppy slick sounds of your pussy mingle in the room with his heavy breaths and your high-pitches gasps and moans. You don’t know how much more you can take of it. “Ethan, please make me cum, please make me cum!”
Ethan groans, your begging music to his ears, and he relents by finally adding his thumb to the mix, lighting upon your clit and rubbing gentle, slow circles into it. Your back lurches off the bed, your eyes meeting his as you plead with him not to stop, that you’re almost there.
Of course he doesn't listen, though. You want to sob when he pulls out of you with a harsh growl, licking his digits clean again before sitting back and shoving his sweats down his legs again. He stands off the side of the bed to kick them off his feet. “Don’t you dare touch yourself,” he reprimands, shaking his head when he sees your hand instantly gravitate to your pussy. You whine but obey, waiting for him to climb back on the bed. He gathers your shirt in his hands, pulling up. “Lemme see your tits, baby. Wanna see them when I fuck you.”
You lift your arms at once, letting him pull it over your head so that you're both left completely naked. Ethan cups them both in his hands as he settles between your spread legs once again, and he ducks down to swipe his tongue over your nipples with sweet little suckles. He leaves each of them with a nip of his teeth and a soothing swipe of his tongue before he’s moving up to your mouth. You didn't realize it until that moment, but you needed the intimacy of his kiss, and it both calms you and makes you voracious for more of him.
As if he can read your mind, Ethan reaches between the two of you and takes his dick in hand, running the tip up and down your slit to coat himself in your copious arousal before tapping it against your clit. You jerk against him and moan into his mouth, which you feel curve against yours. He pulls back, watching your face intently as he pops the head into your hole and sinks into you with one slow, gradual thrust.
You don’t think you've ever been this close this early, but you're still wound tight from how high he brought you just a few moments ago with his fingers. “God, E, fuck me. Fuck me with that big fucking dick.”
For the first time tonight, he obeys your command, moaning wantonly at your words. His hands cup the backs of your thighs and keeps your legs close to your body as he pushes your knees to your chest. He’s deep deep in this angle, and you cry out so loud you wouldn't be surprised if Grayson could hear you down the hall.
That’s the least of your concerns, though, when he’s pumping into you so good, his thrusts hard and powerful as he grunts along with you, desperation clear in his own deep voice. You can tell he’s close too, He’s hitting just the right spot, and you lock eyes with him as you clutch his biceps in a death grip as he gets you right to the edge.
“Oh my...fuuuck E, I’m gonna cum!” you sob, and your body is letting go so hard you think your head has gone to another dimension.
“Baby, shit,” he hisses with how fucking tight your pussy starts spasming around his cock, how extra wet and warm everything gets all of the sudden. His head swims, and he slows his dick inside you, his heart and his ego ready to explode with how much he loves seeing you fall apart so good, because of him.
He lets go of your legs to lean over you again and mouth at your neck, bringing you back to earth with whispers of sweet nothings and gentle kisses to your face.
It takes what feels like all night, but eventually you can open your eyes again and be cognizant of your surroundings. You smile tiredly and let out a whispered curse as you cup his cheeks to kiss him lazily for a few moments, before releasing him and telling him to cum, too. He sits back again, and you shove your arms under your pillow, thrusting your chest out so your tits bounce for him as he starts pumping into your sensitive pussy again, chasing his nut.
His eyes flit back and forth from your chest to your face, where you're smiling up at him, all fucked out and sexy. “Fucking give it to me, E,” you whisper, clenching around him purposefully. He groans, looking at you desperately, questioningly. “Inside, baby.”
Ethan gives you all of three more sloppy, hard thrusts before you’re moaning with him as he shoots his load exactly where you told him. You love the unique warmth of his cum deep in your pussy.
He slowly collapses down on top of you, and you welcome his weight literally with open arms, holding him close to your chest, playing with his hair and giving him the same loving whispers he did to you.
When his breathing has slowed nearly back to normal, you direct his head up to kiss you. Your lips smack together quietly, and the feel of his mouth on yours just makes you feel complete in a way nothing else can.
I made a masterlist! I don’t have many but I hope the ones I do have tickle your fancy! And I really wanna start writing more so if you request something I would love to try to bring it justice!
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After getting stuck in a Jersey snowstorm and engaging in some rather graphic car sex with your best friend’s intolerable twin brother, Ethan picks you two up from where you were stranded and drives you all back to the Dolan residence. Too bad Grayson won’t let go of what happened out there on the side of the road, not that you want him to.
A/N: it’s been a crazy year and I haven’t been the most active but quarantine is giving me a reason to return, and many wanted a part two so I tried :) I kinda forgot how to write this was hard LMFOA if ur a writer or an avid reader i would love some feedback n constructive criticism :) also ideas or concepts u wanna see request them so i have reasons to write ! also sorry i didn’t rly edit it bc it’s almost 11 am n i spent all night writing this sooo lmk how y’all like it lfmdod
“You sure you’re okay? Need anything else? Extra blankets? Midnight snack?” Ethan always makes sure that you’re as comfortable as you can possibly be at all times, he’s just that kind of person. He always puts you first: one of the many reasons that you two are best friends. The car ride home taking longer than it should have due to the storm meant that Ethan had spent well over 3 hours in the car just to come save you from the middle of nowhere. Yet not once did he complain, nor sigh in any sort of dramatic fashion. The man is selfless, always doing things for others and never asking for anything in return; he’s so selfless he could never even fathom wanting anything in return.
Upon arriving at the Dolan residence, Ethan offered up his bedroom to you immediately, knowing how “deathly tired the travel inconveniences must have gotten you”. Not to mention how different your sleep schedules are regularly. He prefers staying up all night playing Fortnite and you, who works a more regularly scheduled job, relishes in your precious sleeping hours. He also deems that driving the literal ten minutes down the street to your house is way too dangerous for any “pretty little precious cargo” like yourself. No matter how annoying he gets sometimes, of course you accepted his offer, ready to just unwind and really register whatever the fuck just happened. Feigning exhaustion to limit any extracurricular conversation is the best move right now, but honestly, Grayson pounded you so hard that you can hardly call it feigning. Regardless, you said a quick hello to the family, lightly describing the aggression of the weather outside and nothing else, because as far as you are concerned, nothing else is worth noting to the rest of the Dolan family. But that’s just your opinion, of course. Grayson’s got a whole other internal monologue playing in his head. He wants to scream to the rooftops that he finally had the chance to make you feel the ultimate form of bliss. He’s been waiting for this forever: he’s always been on your “to-do” agenda much like you’ve been on his. But no one needs to know that yet.
warnings: quickly, badly stress-induced written smut
“I think I might get a Tesla.”
Grayson’s deep voice breaks the comfortable silence in the Porsche other than the noises of the highway you’re speeding on and the quiet tunes of Post Malone floating through the speakers. You jerk your head to look at him rather than out the window, confusion written all over your features. This is the last thing you expect (or want) to hear from him as the two of you drive to your friends’ engagement dinner.
“What? Why?”
He shrugs, giving your hand a squeeze where your fingers are interlaced on your lap as his eyes stay glued to the road responsibly. “E’s been in my ear about it ever since he got his. It’s better for the environment and everything.”
You hear what he says, but distantly; the way he looks right now is so distracting, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. His short-sleeve button down is a tailored fit to his torso but is too tight on his biceps, and exposes the veins in the forearm that controls the steering wheel loosely. His hair is starting to flop again, with the little waves barely brushing the top of his dark sunglasses. His Louis pants stretch taut across his lap enticingly, leaving nothing to the imagination and allowing your mind a clear picture of what lies beneath them. He’s beautiful all the time, but nothing beats looking over and seeing all that against the soft brown interior of the Porsche.
Summary: When Ethan comes back from vacation, he discovers Y/N’s and Gia’s romance—driving him a little jealous, which ultimately leads to him competing with Gia for Y/N’s affections. But maybe they can settle their differences with Y/N pisses both of them off… {Take Him Down, Shades of Red}
Warnings: Mature content. [BDSM elements].
Words: 3K
Tags: NONE BC IM SHY AND THIS IS BAD
Since their initial disastrous-turned-beautifully night at Shades of Red, Y/N and Gia have grown a lot closer. Definitely more closer than best friends—they’re practically lovers now, though neither have actually popped the question that would officiate their relationship (okay, technically Gia did ask and she agreed, but they were exhausted and fueled by impulse at the time; the next day Gia claimed she wanted to ask her sometime in a more romantic way than in a shower and after they had actually gone on dates). But Y/N definitely feels like Gia is her girlfriend; they go out on dates, cuddle after sex at night, call each other pet names—you get the gist. Their dynamic is sultry but also soft, and Y/N couldn’t be any happier to have her mind be constantly filled with thoughts of Gia.
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the drive began in silence, fortunately for y/n, who crossed her arms and stared out the window. she felt awkward, and a bit pained to be in the same vicinity as her ex-boyfriend—the same one who broke her heart and then ruined her date. she wanted nothing more than the drive to go as quickly as possible. just a few more minutes...
but then grayson just had to speak up. “him, y/n? him? seriously?”
she scoffed and gave him an incredulous look. “well i’m sorry that i wanted to go on a date and try to move on from my professor who cheated on me!”
“i never cheated on you!” he exclaimed frustratingly. “i never did anything with her while i was with you... my relationship with jamie was horribly toxic and complicated. yes, i should have told you about her but i didn’t want to scare you away!”
“god, i don’t want to talk about this right now, or ever again,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes. “i can only hope to have a better date with michael next time—one where you dong show up!”
“trust me, there won’t be a next time,” grayson chuckled bitterly.
“what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“it means i plan on winning you back.”
“highly unlikely,” y/n huffed. “michael’s a nice guy who is my age and not my professor. he’s not hiding a pregnant wife from me. he’s funny and sweet, and i don’t know how the fuck you knew where we were but it’s not going to happen again.”
“he’s not a man like me—a man you deserve,” grayson replied, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his fingers turned a milky white. “he can’t touch you the way i can, the way you want to be touched. he can’t make you purr like a sweet kitten the way i do, knowing the places to do so. his kisses can’t make you sputter the way mine do. he can’t ever make you cum like i always do.”
she shivered in her seat and felt her core clench at his words—she seriously cannot be turned on by her ex, can she? she sents him a glare at his smug face and sneered, “you’re wrong. michael’s a man-”
“if he were half a man as i am he wouldn’t have ignored the most beautiful woman on earth on a date to speak with his professor. if he were a man he would have told me to fuck off.”
y/n truthfully doesn’t know how the next events happen. one minute she was angry, the next she had grayson pull over so she could throw herself at him, roughly kissing his lips while she straddled his waist. his hands squeezed her hips tightly as his tongue rolled into her mouth, her hands tugging on his hair harshly as they grinded against each other. in this moment of time she didn’t care. she wanted nothing in the world but him.
y/n unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, tugging on his length until he’s fully hard. grayson groans in response and hitches the skirt of her dress up, rolling down her lacy thong. he growls and slaps her ass, chuckling, “thought you were gonna wear this for him, huh?”
she pushed his cock between her slick folds and snapped, “i only wear this shit for myself, thank you very much.”
y/n began bouncing up and down on his cock, profuse moans of pleasure tumbling off of her open mouth. grayson rolled his head back and grunted her name at the feeling of her sweet pussy riding his cock. it was was quick and rough, and she was clearly using him to get her anger out—but he didn’t care. he missed her touch, her warmth, her everything.
she bit the bottom of her lip, trying to refrain from releasing her orgasm. he can’t ever make you cum like i always do. what an arrogant bastard. she wanted to prove him wrong. she just needed to hold back and-
grayson suddenly grips her thigh and murmured, “you wanna cum, princess, i can see it all over your face. cum.”
y/n stubbornly shook her head and panted, “n-no...”
he grabs a fistful of her hair and snaps his hips up against hers, his cock now hitting a certain sensitive spot inside of her. he hums into her ear, “cum for daddy.”
“fuck!” she screamed as the tight knot in her stomach loosened and she squirted all down his cock, nearly goddamn blacking out at the sensation. she hears grayson groan loudly, filling up her hole with his own cum before their bodies slowly relaxed for their highs.
grayson kisses her cheek and hums, “told you so.”
all y/n could think to herself was holy fuck. what did i just do?
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