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This!!! Grayson be making every motherfucking thing attractive.

You could just be laying down on the bed, and you would always grab his hand and play with his fingers.

It was just something about them that drove you insane, and not just because he would use them on you in other unholy ways.

The way he would use it to play with your hair, or how little your hand felt in his.

Let’s not forget how he always moves his hands around when he’s talking.

Everything about this man was attractive.

Grayson was a physical man. Always demonstrating his love towards either by giving you a random hug, grabbing your hand, a kiss on your temple, or just simply brushing his fingers past yours whenever he got a chance.

“Baby,” he called you as your tiny fingers moved his long ones around.

“Hmm,” You hummed paying attention to his large hand.

“I need to pee, but I don’t want you to stop playing with my hand,” he muttered with closed eyes.

You let out a quiet giggle before slowly letting go of his hand.

“Go pee, but hurry up,” you playfully said and he got up from the bed rushing towards the bathroom.

He came back in less then two minutes before carefully jumping on top of you, laying his head in your stomach and his hands landing on your chest.

“Did you wash them?” You playfully asked as he nodded his head.

Your soft hand picked his back up, the touch not only sending chills up his spine but yours aswell.

“I love your fingers,” you softly whispered holding his hand up so that you could see it fully.

“And I love when you play with them,” he muttered against your stomach sending tickles up your body, making you let a soft giggle.

“It’s tickles when I talk doesn’t it?” He asked making you laugh.

“Yeah, so stop,” you whispered.

He placed a couple of kisses on you belly before flipping you over so that you were straddling his waist, your hands still holding his.

“I love you. You know that right?” He asked making you nod while a smile was displayed on your face.

“Yeah, but I love YOU more” you said putting emphasis on the you.

“That’s not psossible,” he whispered before softly pushing your head down, causing your lips to mold together.

His hands grabbed on to yours as your lips moved in sync.

The kiss wasn’t sexual, and it was loving and slow.

He slowly pulled away, looking into your eyes with an expression that you weren’t able to read.

summary: after being summoned to the new CEO’s head office, or rather dungeon, there’s an unexpected twist when y/n becomes, what some would say, mouthy with her relatively new boss..

warnings: smut & swearing, the usual :)

tag(s): @joyfuldolann tehe

a/n: i’ve never really done tags, but if you’d like to participate in them— (such as for future series or control-freak/capture parts) leave a comment on any of my posts or even dm me! (only if you want, don’t feel obligated to do so, it’s just for fun :)))) ily! <3 also, sorry if this is crappy.. i’m not the biggest fan of this part, but i really wanted to get something out for you all!

part one

"I'd like to have a word with you, in my office."

His voice rang in your ears, like a symphony or an orchestra in a small room. So as you slowly walk down the hall, past the secretaries and into his large, barricaded office, you had internally convinced yourself that he's just a guy that's your boss. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

So you thought...

"Ms. Y/L/N." He addresses as soon as you shut the large door and turn around, though his eyes were glued to his large computer. "Sit." He demands, looking towards you for a moment and nodding to the chair sat in front of his huge desk. You hurry to answer his command, seating yourself in the cushiony furniture. You take a quick look around the room, the colors and décor a lot more darker and dungeon-y than Mr. Kidman had it. It almost made you sleepy, until his voice snapped;

"You should be a little less intrusive with your own thoughts, Ms. Y/L/N." He had fully turned, giving you his undivided attention with his brow arched and a signature smirk dotting his plump lips. You felt your cheeks go hot from just his voice, and his snippy, cockiness as well. "How're you to know exactly what I'm thinking, if I may ask Mr. Dolan?" You assertively question, crossing your legs as you furrow your brow with intent. You knew what games he was playing, and you'd play them right back if it meant putting him in his place, questionably.

"It's all about body language, darling. You seem to fidget a lot in my presence, which I notice that you don't do in anyone else's.” He begins, watching as you surely begin to run your hand along the ends of your skirt, something you normally do when you’re nervous. “You're a bit more sassy and less reserved when you're talking to me, and your cheeks seem to turn red when I directly speak to you, do they not?" He now had his large hands settled on the tabletop, fiddling his thumbs back and forth while he pursed his lips in question. He had completely caught you off guard and all the more stunned and almost embarrassed. "Sir.. I don't understand what you—"

"Or the way you dozed off that entire meeting. Tell me, Y/N, what were you daydreaming about, hm? Something work related I suppose?" He was quick to interrupt you, adding a fiery anger, much like Kidman's, to your attitude. "Listen, you cocky fucking asshole. I'm tired of your stupid pestering so if you could just get straight to the point instead of me having to sit here and endure your little go-arounds for another half hour, it'd be greatly appreciated." You violently whisper, standing from your seat with your arms crossed and your lips in a thin line.

You're a very tolerant person, but his continuous egging on was bound to make you burst anyway. But what made you even more extravagantly angered was his hoarse chuckle that began to rumble throughout the room. "Cocky fucking asshole, huh?" He continues his girthy laugh, standing from his seat and slowly strolling around to the front of his desk. You slightly gulp when he towers you with his height, his intensity and nonchalantness at the same time a bit too much to bear. "I'd watch that pretty little mouth of yours, princess, before it gets you into some real trouble." He seats himself on the front edge, examining you head-to-toe with his beading eyes. You grew stiff, not wanting to make a sound or remark in his wavering stare.

Perhaps to keep from getting in trouble, maybe?

"I'd say the same to you, if it weren't for yours being rather large, than little." You incoherently scoff, surprising yourself with your own words. His face contorted from his relaxed look into a more furious looking one. His grip on the ledge of his oak wood desk had tightened, making the tops of his hands whiter and more constructed than they would look relaxed. His indented cheekbones grew more visible and his eyes seemed to darken out of nowhere.

He does look very ravishing when he's angry..

Suddenly, you feel his tight grip on your hips, shoving you back down into the chair without a warning. "Y'know, Kidman told me about you," He began, waltzing away from you and around your chair, undoing his tie in the process. All the while you sat there with wide eyes and a fluttery feeling down near the pit of your stomach. It gave you goosebumps clear down your arms and legs. "He said you were a very independent, hardworking women that's quiet and respectable. But frankly, you've proved him wrong." He sighs as he turns to face you, still sat in the chair, with a sharp and pointed look that gave you the good tinglings. "Well, frankly," You mock his tone, "You've only known me for the minimum of three hours, Mr. Dolan. You're just assuming." You point out, with a ghastly smile.

To that, he loudly slaps his hands on the arms of the chair that you were forcefully sat in, his face becoming of close proximity to yours. "Have anything else to say before I smack that tiny little ass of yours?" He questions with the raise of his brow, sending another one of the flooding shivers down your entire body.

Fuck.

If it wasn't for your lack of correct, impulsive decision making skills, you would have walked away and finished whatever work you had left and hurried home. But instead, you flipped yourself over and laid on the chair, ready for whatever he wanted to do to you.

"Take that fucking skirt off." He deeply orders, taking his blazer off angrily after unclipping his belt buckle. You obey almost immediately, shimming the skirt down your legs and unbuttoning the first couple buttons of your white dress shirt. You firstly feel his fingers softly glide over your asscheek, trailing towards your thong and looping his index finger under the thin fabric. With a tight, forceful pull, he rips it in half and tosses the bunched up silk to the side as you gasp with surprise. You close your eyes as you feel his hand glaze over asscheek once again, readying yourself for what would eventually hurt like hell.

But instead of what potentially would have been a slap, you feel his large hands roughly pull your legs apart, and his cock slam down into your noticeably aroused pussy. You loudly yelp, securing your hands around whatever you could while his settled at the valley of your hips. “Fuck, yes.” He breathlessly groans with his head thrown back and his eyes scrunched with immense pleasure. Your eyes began to water and the beginning of his slow, steady thrusts made your pussy clench with the desire of more. You had your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to keep your sounds and contentment as quiet as possible.

You hadn’t even realized how long it’s been since you’ve had real, carefree sex. You honestly forgot how good and scandalous it felt. Though, you started to remember, even in your hazed state of mind, that it was your new boss standing behind you. But before you could even get a chance to agree or take action from your right state of mind, you felt him lift you up and rush the two of you over to the other side of his spacious desk, his cock still embedded inside you and unmoving.

He lays you on your back, grabbing the opened part of your shirt and ripping it off, his teeth gritted and his brows furrowed as he swiftly unclips your bra and pulls it down your arms. Unlike his slowness before, he began to speed up quickly, barreling into you like he hadn’t done it in years. Which would be true if he hadn’t drunkenly slept with a women he had met at the bar almost a year ago, but he faintly remembers that anyway.

You became used to the pressure that once stretched your walls uncomfortably, but now it felt right. The way he entered you, at a slight angle, made your legs quiver with desire and the yearning for more. And when he touched that certain spot, oh god it made you whine like crazy.

“Fuck—there!” He had you almost screaming, which made him all the more aroused and heightened. He continued his harsh poundings, bringing his hands from your hips and softly up your stomach until they reached your perky breasts. He toyed with your sharpened nipple, grinning at the sensation it brought to you when you arched your back. With the sudden shaking of your legs and the unshielded moans you let loose, he could just tell you were extremely close.

“Don’t you fucking cum yet, Y/N. I’ve hardly fucking started with you.” Grayson then harshly brought his hand down to your soaked clit, rubbing it in quick circles. You weren’t really one to disobey authority, but it seems like getting on Grayson Dolan’s, the CEO of the company Choff, nerves were a bit more fun and exhilarating.

So when you felt the extremely bound knot in your stomach begin to want to unravel— you just let it. You came over his engulfed cock that continued to sink into you as you hardly breathe, the overflowing feeling and sensation that numbed your entire body washing over you. You weren’t given anytime to reassess, because he continued his thrusts, speeding himself up with an anger you’ve never seen before. He picked you up again, slamming you against the wall with one of his hands holding your ass up while the other kept your hands above your head.

“That’s fucking it—”

Though, the two of you were too caught up in each other to realize that someone was at the door, stunned and shocked at the scene playing out..

Read Temptress Part two here

WARNING: SMUT, age gap

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

Word count: 5.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Gray-s- I’m-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🌤 - SMUT. ☁️ - FLUFF. 🌩 - ANGST.

GRAYSON DOLAN!

[🌤] BAD GIRL

[🌤] ANAL DISCOVERY

[🌤] SHOW OFF

[🌤] MINE

[☁️] GRUMPY BABY

ETHAN DOLAN!

[🌤] SLUT

[🌤] ANGRY

[🌤] HATE

Summary: Smoking weed with Ethan for the first time turns into snacking, cuddling and making out.

Warnings: Smut, Drug use, fluff I guess

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Ethan and you have been planning this evening out for weeks now, not sure where to buy the things you’ll need, being paranoid about the cops and getting into jail. You’ve had some friends that smoke weed on a regular basis, but you’ve never tried it. Damn, Ethan didn’t even like to drink alcohol, how could someone conclude that he was ready to try some weed now? Both of you were stressed out lately, started arguing over stupid shit, not being handle themselves. They might think that all you need is a good fuck, but well, that’s what you were doing every single night. You’ve had the best sex of your lives, basically trying out everything without kink-shaming the others interests. Grayson himself loves a nice blunt here and there – it was the only thing that could calm him down while having anxiety attacks-, so he offered his brother to get some more when he meets his dealer the next time, maybe even hitting the bong with you.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? It isn’t illegal for no reason. Oh god, has someone ever died from an overdose? Of course people need to smoke that shit if they’re so nervous about doing it, they need something to calm down after the panic. How do we even do this, have you ever rolled a blunt? And shall we smoke a blunt or a joint? Grayson said we could use his bong as well, but isn’t it stronger this way? Y/N, I think we should- ““I think you should shut up, babe. Don’t worry too much, you can’t die from just smoking one or two blunts. Look at Gray, he’s still alive and some days all he does is sitting in his room smoking weed. We’ll be fine, but if you don’t want to do this, we don’t need to, you know that right?” You try to calm your boyfriend down, not wanting to pressure him into something. E just nods, smiling shyly. “I just don’t want to risk anything, but you’re right, nothing could happen. Should we prepare some food in case we’ll get hungry?” You jump up, running into the kitchen and pull premade cookie dough out of the fridge while grinning at Ethan. “Duh. I’m making those, you’ll call the pizza delivery! I want pineapple and sweet corn, maybe some Sprite with it as well. And don’t forget- “”The Ranch dressing, I know, princess. Gimme a sec.”

“Hey guys, I’m back”, Grayson enters the door, already smelling freshly baked cookies and Pizza while stepping out of his shoes. “Damn, I’m smoking with you all the time if you’re coming this prepared.” You just shrug your shoulders. “Didn’t know what I would be in the mood for and this guy”, you point down to your stomach, “Is hungry for everything.” Ethan laughs while letting him fall right next to his girl, putting on ‘Mulan’ on the screen. He knows it’s your favorite and he learned to love it too.

“How are we going to do this, Gray?” “I already bought premade blunts, it’s easier”, he holds them up, so you could see them. “Ready, folks?” Grayson sits right next to you, placing one of the blunts between his lips and lighten it before taking a deep breath. He exhales with closed eyes before handing it over to you, who repeats the process. Ethan is the last one, still a bit nervous but curious. He didn’t like the taste, the irritation in his throat and the coughing afterwards which made him drink a whole cup of Sprite. But it gets easier each time he hits the blunt, soon the second one is all smoked up as well and Grayson went back to his room to play some Fortnite. Ethan and you were just looking at each other, grinning, and enjoying some of your pizza while finishing the movie, not feeling high at all.

“Shall we go to our room? We can watch some YouTube in bed, the couch isn’t as comfy.” You nod, grabbing the cookies and Sprite before going upstairs, sliding directly into your bed. “What do you want to watch? Shane?” Of course, you watched Shane, your favorite YouTuber. Conspiracy after conspiracy, Ethan just shakes his head. “Don’t get it. How’s he so smart?” Then he starts laughing. “Oh well, he just googles the stuff, I guess. But where does the idea to google it come from? He must be smart. I’m not that smart, but that’s okay, right?” He looks over at you which is totally lost in the video. “Mhm, yes, smart”, while munching some cookies. “Dude, these are so fucking good, they taste like a chocolate explosion in my mouth. Try one!” “Oh fuck, you’re right”, he speaks with a mouth full of cookies. “They’ve never been this good, I swear, if everything tastes like this if you’re stoned, I want to smoke every day.” He looks over to his girlfriend, chocolate spread around your mouth, the hair falling out of your messy bun, wearing nothing but E’s old football tee. “God, you’re so beautiful, princess”, wrapping his arms around you, Ethan can’t stop admiring you. “Your skin is so soft, even though your legs aren’t shaved, how do you do this? HOW?” You just laugh it off, placing one hand on Ethan’s cheek. “Thank you, baby. But you’re beautiful too. People may call you hot or handsome, but you’re truly beautiful, inside and outside. I love you, Ethan.” “I love you too, Val.” Your lips met in a soft, lovely kiss, different to your normal making outs. Usually, the couple would fight over dominance, this time there wasn’t any dominance at all, just sweet love.

You kissed for what seems like hours, exploring your bodies and showing love to each other. You were on top of Ethan, kissing his jawline, pressing sweet little kisses onto his Adam’s apple down to his rising chest. “You smell so good, E. Like cookies, sugar and yourself.”, You mutter as you softly lick over his lightly sweaty chest. Ethan couldn’t hide that quiet moan that leaves his skin as soon as your tongue reached out for his nipple.

Your lips wander down his toned chest and the slightly hairy trail down to his boxers, leaving a few love bites here and there – the lovely making out session quickly turning into what you usually do. “Baby, no teasing, please.” Ethan grabs a fistful of your hair, while looking down into your sparkling, yet red and hooded eyes. Just as you bite the skin beneath his belly button, he throws his head back with a deep growl. “I feel like I’m in the sky, babe.”

You just laugh while making your way downwards, licking and kissing his thick thighs, lightly scratching the skin with her nails. “I love your thighs, E.” “And I love your wet little pussy on them, Y/N. But first of all, I want this pretty mouth of yours”, you know how much Ethan loves blowjobs, he seems to enjoy them as much as sex and you enjoy them too – having all this power over Ethan, making him squirm and shiver under your touch while hearing him moan your name is what makes you so needy for his cock. But as much as you likes him in your mouth, you’re such a sucker for teasing, slowly bringing his blood to a boil while Ethan gets almost angry at you. Just as you begins to kitten lick his shaft while slowly massaging his balls, he grabs your cheeks and makes you look at him. “What did I tell you, Y/N? No. Fucking. Teasing”, with that, he shoves you back down right onto his dick, listening to your gagging sounds while grinning. “That’s my girl, c’mon”, he lays back down but keeps looking at you swallowing his penis like a goddess. His groans turn into moans, sweat drips down his forehead and he feels like all his muscles were getting sore from tensing them. You look up to him here and there, but keep focused on what’s in your mouth, trying to reach every inch of skin, tasting whatever he was giving you. “’m close, princess. Now gimme a taste of your pretty little flower down there”, Ethan rolls both of you, giving the love of his live a quick peck before laying between your legs, not hesitating in diving right in. He kisses your folds, nibbling on the sensitive skin and uses his long fingers to collect your juices before sucking the sweetness off them. Your fingers run through his soft hair, grabbing a few locks to tug on. Yet another growl leaves his throat before he softly bites into the most sensitive spot. His name leaves your lips more than once, while he keeps teasing you here and there, not really trying to build up an orgasm, more like giving you as much please as possible without you being worn out afterwards. “E, please. Let me cum”, you keep pressing your pussy onto his face, wanting more than what he was currently giving you. “Let me come or start fucking me, but you can’t keep doing this with me, please”, you whine, trying to get anything from him. “You wanna cum, babe? C’mon, use me. Make yourself come. Grind down onto my face, beautiful. I know how much you love that”, he holds out his tongue, nuzzles his nose into you and lets you do whatever you desire. “My god, E, you’re killing me”, you grab another fistful of his silky hair, just to press him right into your folds, almost slamming onto his pretty face, spreading your juices all over him – what a joy to kiss him later – as you feel the orgasm build up. “Yes, E. Keep your tongue there, babe.” You close your eyes, practically seeing stars dancing around, while bringing yourself to an end just as Ethan inserts two of his fingers into you.

You glare down at him, wanting to punch the smirk off his face. “That was rude, E. I hope you’ll fuck me good. Otherwise I’ll have Gray to do so”, you flip over, kneeling on all fours in front of him, slowly wiggling your ass. “C’mon, E. Show me what you’ve got.” Ethan didn’t know what to say at this point, he was getting kinda angry, but you being so commanding was a huge turn on. The weed in his system makes him think way slower, he didn’t want it to be over yet, he wanted to fuck you long and good, trying out every position and place he could. Otherwise, his dick was throbbing, and he knew he couldn’t handle it much longer, not with the view of this perfectly round ass in front of his face. He gives them a quick slap, watching the cheeks jiggle in front of him before directly pushing into you. “Never even think about Grayson while you’re in bed with me, Y/N. You know that. There’s no comparison between us when it comes to sex”, his thrusts get deeper and faster, his entire body was on fire, he was light headed and as soon as he closed his eyes, he felt everything to much more intense.

Description: In which Grayson sees the love of his life move on, at least that’s what he thought. Based on the overplayed song by wanna be indie TikTok girls ‘The Less I Know The Better’ by Tame Impala.

Warnings: None really

Word Count: 2k+

Suggested Song: The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala

It hurt.

All Grayson was feeling was pain and guilt.

Pain because he loved her and had to see her walking around and be happy with another man that wasn’t him. And guilt. Well, he felt guilty because it’s his fault she’s no longer his. If only he could’ve kept his dick in his pants, he would be the one with her now, even if it wasn’t completely his fault.

Its not stupid mamas🥺 it’s made cutee and I wish it was my life

“But where are we gonna stay,” you asked confused as the twins looked at you like you had two heads.

“For the hundredth time Y/N, we’re staying in the van over night, and we’re driving in the day time,” Ethan groaned as you let out a loud “ohhh”

“Yeah, so let’s go pack your stuff, maybe like a week of clothes,” Grayson said getting up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the couch.

“Such a simp,” Ethan muttered, making you and Grayson roll your eyes.

“Shut up, Ethan,” He shouted as you walked away, going out of the house and getting in his car.

“Do you want any food before we get to your house,” he asked as you shrugged.

“I’m gonna take that as a yes,” he said making you smile on your insides. He knew you so well, better than anyone else ever had.

“Where can we go that had both vegan and regular options,” you asked, referring to his ‘vegan vibe’ which is what you chose to call it.

“Bluestone, it’s just avocado toast and coffee,” he shrugged.

“Cool, cool,” you said and turned on the radio, he handed you his phone because he has Apple Music and you don’t because your broke and his rich.

“We love a rich bestie,” you joked as he laughed. It was an inside joke between the two of you, you were necessarily broke, he just had more money than you. Not that if was any of your intereste, you knew Grayson when he used to flex with the dollar in his pocket.

“We do, rich besties have the good music,” he said adding on to your joke.

“We need to find me a sugar daddy,” you playfully sighed as he snorted.

“I’ll be your sugar daddy,” he said as you both laughed.

“Don’t let E hear us, he’ll bully us,” you laughed as he shook his head.

“True,” he said.

After a few more jokes and music you guys got your food, got your clothes, he said to pack for one week but you have enough clothes for three weeks, and went back to his house.

“E,” he shouted walking back in the house, causing a napping ethan to wake up.

“Can you, for once in your life, stop shouting,” he groaned covering his head with a pillow that was in the couch.

“We brought you food asshat,” you purposely shouted making him grown even louder.

“Ugh she’s just like you, now I’m gonna be stuck with Grayson and a female Grayson in a small van for three days,” he joked, but didn’t at the same time grabbing his food and eating it.

“Sounds like a personal problem to me.” Grayson replied shrugging.

“I need to get my hair done,” You stated as you looked at your reflection in your phone.

“No, I like it like this,” Grayson whines running his fingers through it.

It was obvious there was some sort of feelings for each other, and it was getting Ethan upset that neither of you would act upon it, especially when you were flirting all the time.

“Can you just date already,” he said getting up to throw the food container away.

“Shut up Ethan,” you said though gritted teeth while a blush was displayed on your face.

“No. Especially you, blushing all the dam time. And you, always saying shit, like please just date alredy” he said and walked away to his room after putting both of you on blast.

“Well-,” you began to say before Grayson cut you off by smashing his lips against yours, taking you by surprise, but a good kind of surprise.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that for,” he muttered pulling away from your blushing face.

Ooooo Miss. Anon I see you👀👀

Nails digging deep into his back as he roughly rams into you with no mercy.

The mixture of loud moan and groans echo through out the room, making the moment 10x hotter.

“Fuck Gray,” you whine as he lifts your leg up, placing it up ok his shoulder, his dick reaching places no man has ever been to before.

“You like that baby,” he whispers in your ear making you nod your head while moaning.

And that’s what your entire night consisted of.

So when you woke up the next day, not able to get up, you still don’t regret what happened last night.

“Morning baby,” you heard him groan.

“Morning,” you whispered, closing your eyes and laying your head down on the pillow.

“You ok,” he asked noticing your tenced body.

“Yeah, just a bit sore,” you replied. You tried getting up but pain shot up from between your legs making you let out a loud whimper.

He got up from his side of the bed, walking over to you, kneeling infront of you.

“Are you ok, and be honest this time,” he asked with a serious tone.

“I’m good, it’s just it was my first time,” you whispered putting your head down from embarrassment.

You looked to see his face drop and fill up with guilt.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve gone slow. Or we wouldn’t have done it at all. You should’ve told me, Y/N. I feel guilty,” he whispered and you grabbed his hands.

“Gray it’s not your fault. And you didn’t pressure me into anything. I wanted it too, and I didn’t tell you because I was really into it ok? Don’t feel guilty. I enjoyed it.” You told him, moving one of your hands to grab his jaw, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Still, I would’ve made it special,” he said while pouting.

“We still can, you cuddle with me,“ you said watching his face light up.

He got up from the floor, walking over to his side, getting in bed and pulling you into him.

“I love you,” he whispered kissing your forehead.

“I love you too,” you whispered closing your eyes and falling asleep.