small request! grayson and y/n were supposed to be going out for a date night but he goes to buy y/n another dress because he insists hers is too short to wear in public (plus he’s overprotective)
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan
a/n: i changed it a little, and i kinda made grayson a meanie in this one
Stingy:
"I'll be out in the car." Grayson runs his hand through his hair before leaving you to finish dressing. He looked irritated, wouldn’t talk much and had a semi-sour expression.
You had your hair and some makeup all done up, and a nice emerald green dress and some heels on for your attendance of your friend’s wedding reception.
Grayson wasn’t upset this morning when the two of you had attended the ceremony. He was all flushed, doe-eyed and lovey, his touch never leaving your body.
But now, after dressing for the party, his mood had a total switch. You couldn’t understand why. You don’t recall anything of importance angering him, and your Grayson was a patience man, not one to be upset over small things.
You dismissed worrying about it— he wouldn’t tell you why he was mad or what you could do to help, but instead stayed in silence as he too readied himself for the evening ahead.
Maybe a little dancing will loosen him up.
After spraying a sweet perfume and grabbing your purse, you ducked into his low car and strapped your seat belt, pulling your dress down so it wouldn’t be bunched up against your lower abdomen.
Grayson scoffed and started the car, evading your glare as he backed, rather aggressively, out of the driveway.
“What’s your problem, baby?” You smoothed your hand over the console and onto his own, massaging the backside of his palm sincerely. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked over, not at your eyes, but to where your dress ends and your legs begin.
“Do you think that dress is appropriate to wear tonight, Y/N?” He finally looked at you, his gaze still hard and unmoving.
“Excuse me?” You almost gasped at his words, your face flushing and a fiery anger shooting throughout your body.
The nerve.
“Answer the question.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened and his foot seemed to grow heavy against the gas.
“I don’t see a fucking problem.” You looked down your torso and along the sleeves, in search of whatever the hell could be wrong.
“So you don’t think it’s pretty revealing?”
You pulled your hand away from him and shook your head, appalled by his thoughts. You were struggling to speak, surprised by his sudden dismay of your attire.
“Oh, you don’t? Your fucking ass is hanging out and your tits are on full fucking display. I hope to god you’re wearing some kind of panty under that, fuck.” He had you stunned with his words and you could hardly see straight with all the anger bubbling inside of you.
“You bought me this dress, Grayson!” You huff, flailing your hands in the air. Your chest began to turn red, that’s what usually happens when you’re flushed or irate, and your teeth grind against each other in continued irritation.
“I didn’t realize it’d be that short when you put on heels, Y/N.” He was annoyed, pressing the gas further down and moving around other vehicles like he thinks he’s a nascar driver or something.
“It’s not your decision of how clothed or not I want to be.”
“Well, then we’re making a stop before the reception.” He pulled off the highway and sped down the exit, taking a right at the stop light and flying down the road. He only slowed to turn into a luxury dress store and parked, turning the car off.
“I’m fucking walking, asshole.” You reach for the door handle, but he holds his finger over the lock button and moves across the console to shut the door back.
“The hell you are.”
You continue to try and open the door, using all your might, but even with hardly a grip Grayson’s stronger than you.
“You’ve never acted this way before.” You subside from trying to leave and cross your arms, covering the exposed cleavage he’s so upset about.
“I’m not trying to control you, Y/N,” he sighs and let’s go of the door. “I just don’t want anybody getting ideas. You’re mine.” He runs his hand through his hair, it’s disheveled and a couple strands had fallen upon his forehead.
“I didn’t think this would be an issue for you. I figured you’d like to see me wear this.”
“You’re more than welcome to wear it at home.” He flicked his eyebrows up and down and you let out a small laugh.
“Fine. Better hurry up in here or we’ll be late.” You both empty the vehicle and he joins you on the sidewalk, landing a harsh slap to your ass before grabbing your waist with a chuckle.
“I’m still upset with you, Grayson.”
“We’ll see who’s upset when we get home tonight..”
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ethan and kristina have a newborn baby and grayson is so jealous bc he just wants to be a dad. he’s begging you every minute of everyday
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan
; he’ll be such an awesome father 🥺
Daddy Blues:
“Look at her little mouth and her little toes!” Elated, Grayson yelped at the adorable baby giggling in his lap. His eyes were all big and full of excitement, his cheeks rosy with nothing but raw and never ending love for the new addition to the Dolan family.
You’d think it to be his own daughter, the way he helped out and stayed around to feed and hold her, often rocking her into a much needed slumber. He hadn’t missed a day of seeing her for two and a half weeks, and by association, neither had Y/N.
She too was effortlessly taken aback by the darling infant. More so, she was in awe of Grayson’s excitement. She was already counting down the hours before he’d ask for his own child, something he’s been looking forward to for majority of his life.
He really didn’t have to ask at first.
One evening, the two of you were alone in the nursery with Ana, letting E and Kristina enjoy a night out without a crying baby. Grayson was swaying in the rocking chair while you leaned against the crib, admiring the two. The hours of counting turned to milliseconds; he simply looked up with knowing eyes.
And you blushed.
“Think about it, Y/N. Never ending happiness for the rest of our lives.” He looked back down at Ana, his cheeks turning a soft red too.
“That— And hardly any sleep.” You, as quietly as you could, half-heartedly chuckled.
“We can do that when we’re retired.” He smiled wide, excitement just oozing from his aura.
“I’ll consider, but don’t give your hopes up Mr.” You joined him in his gaze at the beloved baby girl, your heart sinking in the best, overwhelming ways.
Two days later, on your way home from Ethan and Kristina’s, he asked again.
“You’d be the cutest, most adorable pregnant women anyone’s ever seen! I know it.” He was driving, his grin ear to ear and his eyes bright.
“That’s nine months of no caffeine, Grayson. Not something I can willfully give up just yet.”
“You can have some, just not as much as you usually do.” He chimes. He’s probably read all the rules and guidelines to having your own kid by now.
“Let’s just wait for a minute, Gray. I don’t want to jump into this quite yet.”
Grayson adhered to your wishes, holding himself back for another two weeks, though you could tell he was busting from the seams.
“If we have kids now, you’ll be the young, cool mom and we may even have great-grandkids.” He informed from his seat on the sofa next to you. You set down your enthralling book to give him one of those looks.
“I’d be the cool mom anyway, young and old!”
“Okay, okay.”
Twenty minutes went by, and he looked up from his phone again.
“You could teach them how to read…” He bumped your leg, withdrawing you from your book yet again. This time, you raised your brow and dipped your chin.
“And how to stay quiet when someone’s reading!”
Another few weeks had gone by, the days truly dragging on for Grayson. It wasn’t until you woke early one morning, feeling refreshed from your night of sleep, that you invited the thought of raising children with Grayson.
It’d be wonderful chaos.
The perfect mix of grace and crazy, which is what anyone could only ask for. He’d be a great father too. The thought made you all warm inside, sharing an endless bond with the man you married.
You sweetly shook him awake, laying light kisses upon his jaw. His eyes slowly opened and he smiled, laughing lowly from your ticklish gestures.
“Morning, baby.” His voice was low and gravely.
“Speaking of..” You sat back up, beginning to fiddle with your fingers.
“I’ve been thinking, and..”
“You want to?!” He sat up faster than you expected, his hands found yours and he clasped them together in exhilaration.
You simply nodded, and he wrapped his arms around you in triumph. He pulled you tight to him, chuckling in a boyish way that made you giggle too.
“Let’s get to work then, shall we?” He wiggled his brows, making you laugh aloud.
(a/n pt. 2 : slowly, but surely i will get these asks finished up! again, sorry to disappear.. i also have a series in the works.. another mafia goodie haha..)
Grayson and Y/N get all dressed up to go to a fancy restaurant together but when they get there, the restaurant is completely packed with a 3 hour waiting list to get a table, so they end up eating at the fast food place across the street in their fancy clothes
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan
; i hate how i wrote this, but maybe you guys’ll like it? the new mafia au “forbidden alliances” that i’m writing will be the first non-blurb i’ll post in a while, coming soon :)
Irony:
"It appears you're not on the list."
The two of you look at the man with wide, surprised expressions before looking at each other confused.
"You made the reservation, didn't you Grayson?" As calmly as you could, you questioned him with a glare.
"Uh, yeah? I'm fairly certain I did." He pulls his phone out from his pocket and opens up his emails, scrolling to find perhaps a verification or something related to the restaurant Le Goût.
You had a lovely and long blue dress on, it had colorful beading and somehow remained vibrant under the dim lights. Grayson had his classic black and white tux on, which always surprised you how good he could look in such simple attire. His hair was nicely styled, now a bit run through because of his fiddling, and he put a couple of his rings on for the classy occasion.
"Fuck." His hand was tucked under his chin, running along his bearded cheek and jaw. You rose your brow, catching his eye as he turned to you in annoyance.
"I reserved us for tomorrow, dammit." He dropped his shoulders, disappointed with his mistake.
"Yep, Dolan's right here for tomorrow." The man says after flipping through his papers.
"There's a three hour wait if you'd like to put your name down and be seated, or continue with tomorrow's reservation?" You bit the side of your cheek as he relayed this information, turning to see what Gray will think to do.
"We'll just do tomorrow's, thanks man." Grayson shook his hand and gave him a nod, slipping his other hand to clasp yours and pull you out of the long line that was stagnant behind. He walked the two of you to the car, silence engulfing the apparent disappointment of a good meal.
"Well.." You huffed, climbing into the passenger seat as he did so on the driver's side.
"Sorry, Y/N." He curled his bottom lip, making his irresistible puppy dog eyes at you. You laughed, crossing over the console to give his cheek a kiss.
"We'll just do this again tomorrow, Gray." You coo as he wraps his hand back over yours, squeezing apologetically. “I’m starved though.”
"Want some Monty’s then?” He buckles his seatbelt, surefire of your response. He’s already halfway down the road before you could nod.
“Good grub.” He smiles with his mouth full of a burger and a drink in his hand. Fingers greasy, windswept, and overdressed, you both had your usual order and had opted to sit outside the restaurant.
“Y’know, this is probably more fun than the fancy place anyway.” You both were full of laughs and life experiences to share. A good portion of your meal was spent gazing above too, admiring the pretty stars.
“Just as delicious too.” He rolled his eyes in delight, throwing down a couple more fries and a sip from his drink. You agreed, mentally cataloging this memory to remember forever.
summary: when y/n feels as though grayson isn’t giving her the attention she deserves, she simply taunts him into her own little trap of lustful passion...
warnings: swearing, choking, fem masturbaution, oral - fem receiving, maledom, smut, and big scary grayson <3
word count: 2.2k
a/n: well.. here you go my darlings…
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"But Graysonnn, I need you..." She drug his name out symphonically, slipping her hands against his tilted backside. His striking stature was settled in a tall, swiveling chair, his hands attached to a keyboard as his fingers sprawled across it, monotonously clacking at the keys without interruption.
"Not now, princess." His baritone rang loudly in her ears, echoing against the large room's solemn walls. Impatient, Y/N achingly presses her chest to where her hands were placed prior, kneading her fingers into his shoulders where stressed tension had built up.
"It'll only take half an hour.." She pleads, lowering her hands upon his abdomen, inching slowly towards her desired destination, if only he wouldn't be so damned stubborn.
"Y/N, I said later." He drew his hands from the keyboard, promptly grabbing her wrists and forcing them away from his alluring body.
"Workaholic." She blew a dramatic huff from her lips, withdrawing herself from around him entirely. Grayson didn't object nor deny her wrongful accusation, only the faint sucking of his teeth worked its way through the echoing silence of the room, all until his fingers went back to their job; hitting non-alphabetically organized blocks of letters.
"It's hardly even work, my love." His voice danced between a mixture of a broken French twang and a certain apologetic tone that scarcely resembled an excuse for his sudden "misbehavior" in gratifying his women's bodily needs.
He didn't receive a response from the one and only Y/N herself, whose attitude of grief and despair lead her onto a different task, perhaps involving busying herself with a swim in the pool, instead of bothering Grayson with her selfish desires.
"I'll be in the backyard if you need me, Gray." She said in departure, leaving his office after an absentminded nod was returned from Grayson.
She did just as she said she would, after changing into proper swimming attire and collecting a bottle of sunscreen and tanning oil. She was laid out on one of the many poolside chairs, basking in the sunshine with a frown.
She still had that dull ache within her core...
And it felt as though it would never go away. She couldn't help the fantasies that would creep into her mind, on any given occasion, and stay on repeat until her ends were met and she was spoiled with the wonders of his languid tongue.
It was a curse, and a dream in itself.
She knew he was very busy, especially with how well his company was doing, but she was selfish of him. His hands should be upon her, not the stupid computer he had been tacking at since dawn. And his voice in her ear, his lips softly grazing her neck whilst his nimble fingers glide against her skin and dip into her soaked folds.
It's all too much to handle without his care, therefore a mischievous plan was planted in her mind, an evil smirk invading her devilish lips.
She went to grab her phone, opening it right to her messages with him, nothing too absurd, and she began her marvelous mission..
grayyyy
come out here, i need you!
you know i really need to finish this up
it'll only be a couple more hours
be patient
please?
no, y/n
She huffed, blowing a piece of hair from her face as she did so.
then check the cameras
With a giggle, she shot right out of her seat and began to untangle the strings of her bikini, her dazzled eyes settled on the outside camera that they had installed for safety precautions. First to go was the top half of her suit, the side strings undone, following the one on the nape of her neck until her chest was bare and open to his eyes only, the flimsy piece of clothing tossed to the ground. Next was her bottoms. Slow and deliberate, she let the material slide down her legs and pool at her feet.
Dings! rang from her phone beside her, but she only laughed. Without even a glimpse of his face, she knew he was furious. And that's exactly what she wanted.
Soon enough, her hand was wrapped around the darkened tanning oil and she let it drip onto her stomach, watching it slip slowly down her thighs and legs, adding a nice gleam to her skin that surely Grayson would be able to comprehend through his computer screen. She lathered the substance all around her body, taking a look towards the only window of his office, and a sharp gasp emitted from her throat.
There he was, anchored to the window with his hand under his chin and a deathly expression written across his face. He began to click his tongue, as if to scold her for her mischief and halt her needing actions.
"What do you think you're doing, sweetheart?" He seemed amused, in a begrudging way, but still enamored with the sight of her and the lengths she'd go just to gain his attention.
"Tanning.." She turned the bottle for his eyes to see the label, a sloppy grin replacing the previous smirk she had. With a scoff, he pulled his torso and head out from the window and closed it with a loud, shuttering click that made Y/N's stomach drop.
For a moment she thought of hiding, fleeing the scene. She knew she'd be in terrible trouble, but the anticipation grew every second she had to wait for his appearance, and it was unbearably exciting.
Soon enough the back door flew open and out came an angry bear of a man, standing tall with his arms crossed and his lips in a straight line, a scolding look in his eyes that made Y/N want to crawl in bed and cry.
He stuck his large index finger out, motioning for her to come hither. But Y/N didn't move an inch in his direction, instead she flipped her hair over her shoulder and turned her back to him, walking along the pool. After sticking a toe in the water, she figured it was too cold for her liking and decided to retire back to the original chair she was first sat in.
Grayson was still in his stance, though his glare softened and began to roam her body that he claimed his own. Y/N noticed, exposing her chest a bit more and widening her legs for him to see all of her.
"It's too bad you're all the way over there, baby." She said within an exasperated sigh, pouting her lips whilst she travels a single finger down her body, enticing him.
"It's so lonely all by myself, and no one to.. play with.." Y/N sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and softly moaned once the pad of her finger reached her swollen clit, circling the most sensitive part of her womanhood. Her other hand engulfed one of her perky nipples, squeezing it tight enough to feel the tingly sensation that made her hips buck and her lips mewl curses of pleasure.
He watched as her thighs began to tremble, her eyes closing shut and hot breaths exiting her mouth once she dipped a single finger between her folds. Unwanted jealousy bubbled at his insides, a thick load of bile entering his throat the longer he observed.
"Does that feel good, kitten?" He asked with sincerity, taking a few steps closer to her. "Better than how Daddy touches you?" Now his shadow covered her and she opened her eyes, shaking her head vigorously.
She kept quiet though, too preoccupied to give him an actual answer as she slips a second finger into her puckering hole. She wanted to indulge in the feeling of her own self-provoked pleasure, and she would have if not for the unexpected pressure that caressed her neck with such force, an all too familiar feeling of his meaty hand wrapped around her throat.
"Use your words, princess." His beading eyes frightened her, something she hadn't seen very often. If at all.
"N-No, Daddy," It came out as a whisper. "You do it so so much b-better!" She threw her head back and let a breathless scream escape her lips, relishing in the ecstasy that soon would bring her that climax she couldn't wait to soak in.
Grayson, enthralled with the tremors and quivers that spread throughout her, lead a hand to delicately envelop her smooth breast, running his thumb over the hard nub repeatedly. Y/N felt herself drawing to an end, a coil squeezing in her abdomen, ready to snap at any given moment.
"You're so close, aren't you baby?" She giggled, signaling a yes to his answer. Words weren't formidable, and she couldn't hardly speak anyway when her airways were blocked by the seductive chokehold her lover had around her. Knowingly, he let his fingers travel from her breast and along down until his fingertips came in contact with the pulsating nub of hers that needed plenty of attention too.
"You can do it baby, cum for Daddy. Show me what a naughty girl you are." He tugged at her clit, rolling it between his warm tips and bringing her to her orgasm with just his mere touch. Her hips buzzed as she came all over the patio furniture, releasing a heavy moan and suffocating in her desires.
Grayson maneuvered his body towards her, settling between her legs and delving his tongue unto her sensitive folds. Y/N hiccuped, reaching her hands forward to run through his thick hair.
"Just like that.." Her face was red with heat and sweat began to dribble from her hairline, her composure yet to subside from her previous climax as Grayson furthered her into another one.
She could feel his warm, thick, and hot muscle stretching her heart-shaped folds, lathering and soaking up her juices as he did so. He even led his thumb back over her bud, creating quick circular motions that made her abdomen convulse with sudden rapture. He groaned against her pussy, sending vibrations through her core and she shuttered as a second orgasm dared spill.
Before it could, Grayson had his head pulled back and he stood before her, his chest rising and falling rapidly just as her own did too. She whined, tears coming to her eyes as her overstimulated-self fell apart with no ruin.
"Not just yet, princess, need you to take daddy's cock." He unzipped his pants preceding his words, shuffling them down and around his ankles, his shirt being discarded too. There he stood in all his glory, his erection straining promptly against his waistband. Y/N dared to sit up and tug at it, but Grayson already had his finger looped around the fabric and forcing them down before she could sit up properly. She hardly even blinked when she felt his large hands attach to her waist and flip her onto her knees, an excited scream breaking the vast silence.
He grasped the skin of her ass, laying a few harsh slaps against it before, without warning, slipping his cock into her tiny hole. She fell forward slightly, due to the roughness, and she felt her eyes brink with tears yet again as the arousing pain of him stretching her walls withheld her. Grayson fisted her hair, pulling her head to the side for him to see her disheveled appearance.
“Don’t you fuckin’ cry, princess. This is what you begged and begged for.” He slammed himself rough against her, his cock breaching her cervix and empty whines flowing through her mouth and loud grunts shamelessly falling from his lips.
“Look at you, already fucked out and taking daddy so well.” He continued to plunge right into her, never slowing his place as she fell apart, her knees feigning to give out and her body willing to crumble beneath him. What once was painful became pleasure, and even that became a total blur.
“I feel you in my-my stomach!” Y/N yelped as she felt him brush against the spot she craved the most. Once again, she felt herself on the brink of a climax, hungry for release. His thrusts no longer were rapid, but rather sloppy as he began to come apart.
“Grayson, F-Fuck!” She felt the knot in her stomach tighten and released atop his thick member, low and soft moans emptying into the air as he continued to ride himself out. Y/N could hardly breathe, her legs diminishing from beneath as she became incapable of holding herself up any longer.
“C’mon baby, almost there.” He threw his head back, his abdomen clenching and his face twisting into a heavenly euphoria. He felt himself twitch inside her, his hot, and thick cum seeping from his bulging red tip with the lack of a warning. Vehemently, he cursed and moaned, laying his frontside upon her in exhaustion.
The two were sprawled against each other, breathless as their bodies regained their composure after such exertion. Y/N smiled mischievously below him, full well amused with herself for taunting him into her little trap.
“Happy now?” He asked against her ear with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around her. She nodded in his embrace, planting small kisses across his arms in happy fulfillment.
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summary: y/n couldn’t hardly wait for the festivities to commence, it’s her favorite time of the year, after all. but when she’s receives her present, it’s so much more than she could have ever imagined..
warnings: some ceo!grayson for you, swearing, dominant male, very slight exhibition, and christmas flavored smut!
word count: 2.7k
a/n: i know the picture has nothing to do with christmas, i just thought it was funny :) happy holidays babies <3
The board room was bustling, everyone on the floor gathering to play the annual Secret Santa game. You didn't have to participate, but given the holiday spirit that surrounded the entire building, it was almost insane not to partake in the festivities. And with so many people, it made things a little extra fun, considering how difficult it was to guess your secret gift-giver.
"Y/N! Catch!" Alisha tosses a rectangular wrapped gift to Y/N, who had surprisingly caught it without flinching. It was thin, most likely a card, but it was odd that it was wrapped in a matte, dark shade of red. Y/N was grinning nevertheless, and she couldn't wait for things to get started. She loved the smiles everyone had on their faces, and the rosy red that circled their cheeks with joy.
It wasn't hard to assume Y/N's favorite holiday was Christmas...
"Everyone have a gift??" Ben, one of the office mates, asked, everyone nodding giddily in unison.
"Okay, on three everyone open your gifts!" He yelled, wide eyed and cheerful.
"One," everyone counted along.
"Two,"
"Three!"
And with that, the unwrapping commenced, the loud sounds of ripping and laughter spewing every which way. Y/N waited a long moment, looking around at everyone as they brightly opened up their secret Santa presents, specifically looking for her person; Jared. He looked satisfied with Y/N's gift and began looking around, she took it as a note to go ahead and open her own.
Nice and neatly, she unwrapped the gift with care, opening to what she had previously presumed; a card. The front was a blank white except for a small drawn Christmas tree, and when she opened it up, a couple of words were scribbled across it, reading—
merry christmas, kitten
your gifts await you, i'm longing for you to open them
they're on your desk
- santa
Her cheeks began to burn, lifting her eyes from the card to take a look around. No one seemed suspicious, or even likely to have given her this card. The pit of her stomach erupted with butterflies, unable to tell if she was more so excited or aroused.
Kitten??
Oh, it made her chest rise and fall so very unsteadily. She hoped to god no one noticed her red face and the mess of a fluster she had herself twisted in, only from reading but a few words.
The room began to chatter, everyone conversing with their fellow workers. Whilst Y/N sat silently, withdrawn from the world as her thoughts evaded her very being. All she could think about was what could possibly be on her desk?
"You alright, dear?" One of the older women, Dana, smoothed her hand upon Y/N's back, a slightly concerned tone in her sweet voice.
"Oh-I I'm just fine! Just a bit overwhelmed with it all." She chuckled it off, like it was no worry and the women nodded her head with a faint smile.
"It's a bit hectic in here, I wouldn't mind leavin' myself." Dana left one last little pat on Y/N's back and turned, making her way around everyone with a silent gaze.
Y/N does the same, quickly exiting the overcrowded room and into the eerily quiet corridor. Down the hall and some stairs, she's met with her own secluded office— that she had locked prior to leaving for the Christmas events. When she twisted the handle, it opened with a click and her door swung open.
The subtle light of the moon cascades through the room, and the first thing she laid her eyes on were the perfectly wrapped boxes with bows on her desk. Y/N let herself in, locking the door cautiously behind before taking a better look at her gifts.
Two much larger rectangular boxes were styled on top of each other, golden wrapping paper and professionally tied red bows beautifully placed. The other, much more square, present had a small handmade letter stuck to it, and it read—
these are for later
G.
It didn't make much sense to Y/N, but with a furrow in her brow she continued, pulling at the strings around the first big box. After sliding the lid off, a long, silky black dress sat folded, looking ravishing in the moonlight. She looped her fingers around the delicate shoulder straps, slipping it out of its former box and watching it flow all the way down to the ground. She presses it to her body, her cheeks burning and her stomach full of butterflies fluttering in every which way.
Absolutely incredible..
Holding the extravagant silk to her chest, she opens the smaller present, a breathless shriek sounding from her throat. Y/N covers her mouth, her eyes widening as she gapes upon the elegant diamond necklace proudly displayed against the velvety black texture it sat upon. Another note stashed beside the remarkable jewelry—
i could spoil you like this
all the time
Her heart was beating fast as she opened the third and final present, a set of ruby red lingerie that left little to the imagination. It looked to be the correct size, something that'd hide perfectly under such a thin dress—
be ready tonight
@ 11:00 here
wearing your christmas presents
Y/N slumped down into her office chair, a total daze coming over her, looking at all of her pretty things. It was already nine-thirty, and her ugly Christmas sweater began to feel heavy against her torso.
Who in the fuck could this be?
She felt pulled between a foreign sense of reality and sensuality. Almost angry, upset that someone thought they could swoon her with gifts and she'd fall into their trap so easily.
But how could she resist?
She kicked those hard feelings out the door, grasping all of her new items and making a speedy way home, miraculously making it to her driveway without a ticket. She had little time to prepare; a hot shower, new layer of makeup, curling her hair perfectly, and allowing her thoughts to run wild in the process.
And then, she put the dress on.
It fit perfectly, not one bit of it too tight or too baggy. It shaped her figure with excellence and even Y/N knew she was lethal. And unforgettably, the set beneath was just a dazzling. And oh, the necklace.
It sat perfect across her chest, so simple and classy. She felt spoiled with riches, divine and so wonderfully clad with expenses way past her pay grade, like a dream come true.
She looked herself in the mirror, taking in every last piece of her being while it lasted. She'd be late if she stared any longer, so she whispered a little prayer before speeding all the way back to her office.
No one was there, the parking lot empty. She only had three minutes to spare, and her office was on the fourteenth floor, the exact amount of time it takes if she clicked her heels fast enough.
Y/N locked her car with a beep and made her way towards the elevators, an eerie silence scattering through the entire parking garage. A couple taps of a button and a silent elevator ride and she was already unlocking the door to her office with shaky hands. For a moment, she leveled her breathing, finally twisting the handle and letting herself in. She didn't bother with the lights, satisfied with the darkness that surrounded her. Taking a look around, she didn't see anything different, or anyone.
She walked around her desk, seating herself in her chair and propping her feet up on the hardwood and checking the time on her phone.
"Three minutes late," She flinched, gasping at the sound of a man's voice out of nowhere. "I always took you as a punctual women." Out of the shadows, a suited man emerged. It took Y/N only a second to recognize him.
"Mr. D—" Her eyes were wide and she could hardly finish her sentence, watching the man come devilishly close to her. He snaked his way towards her, slow and deliberate, and he seated himself atop her desk, right beside her perched legs.
"Were you surprised, kitten?" His voice was so dark and handsome, like dark chocolate softening so effortlessly against your tongue. His grin was evil too as he looked at your figure. She took her feet off her desk and her nerves surrounded her all the sudden, stiffening in the pit of her stomach as she gazed at him.
"How— W-Why? Me?" She was at a loss for words, stranded in her own work space as she whimpered beneath the stare of the attractive man.
"You've been on my mind a lot lately, Ms. Y/L/N, a little too often, if you don't mind me saying." He stood again, towering over Y/N only to bend down, face to face with her, and grip the arms of the chair that Y/N crumbled within.
"I must say, you look dangerously beautiful." His eyes roamed her all at once, her cheeks aflame yet again and her body burning with arousal.
"Grays—Mr. Dolan, I-I don't understand.." She broke from his eyes and stared to the floor, nervous and confused with the entirety of this evening.
"You don't have to understand," Softly, he placed his fingers below her chin and brought her to face him. Her brows unfurrowed as she looked into his hazel eyes, a sense of peace watering away her fears.
Her eyes traveled from his, slowly down his nose, onto his cupid’s bow and lastly, his lips. She didn’t know what it was, but her body urged towards him, likewise of a magnet and metal.
His eyes fell too, his breathing softening and his grip on the chair lightening. And it happened..
Y/N succumbed to the attraction, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling his lips to hers, breaking the silence with a whineful plea.
His hands attached to her waist, lifting her from her chair. She wrapped her legs around his torso, her eyes closed shut and her breathing so erratic and heavy. He removed his hands to support her beneath her thighs, his touch sending shivers throughout her body.
Y/N suckled his bottom lip, a dew-like lust glistening in her newly opened eyes. Grayson groaned, slamming her backside against the window. She gasped, taking a moment to analyze the situation.
“I don’t thin—”
“You scared?” He cocked his eyebrow, a sinister grin upon his lips that, unfortunately, Y/N couldn’t resist.
With a scoff, her fingers went flying down his dress shirt, unbuttoning all of it as quick as she could, as if to answer his petty question. He shrugs the shirt and blazer off, but Y/N keeps the dark red tie slung loosely around his neck, something she’d hold onto later..
Next to go was her fabulous silk dress that she daintily, and torturously, pulled off, throwing it toward her desk with a smirk.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Dolan.” She twists her hands around his tie, pushing him backward enough to fall back into her chair, whilst she stood in all of her glory. The ruby red set looked extravagant against her skin, and even Grayson could hardly contain himself.
Seductively slow, she made her way over to him, sitting atop his thighs with a shiny grin, his hard erection stiffening against her clothed pussy nicely.
“Someone’s excited?” It was Y/N turn to give him a devilish look, but he didn’t coward away in embarrassment. Instead, he drove his hips upward, frightening Y/N with his sudden action. He lifted her up like a feather and splayed her against her desk, making a mess of any and everything that was once properly set on it.
He hooked his fingers around her lacy panties, pulling them down her legs and off her feet. He crumbled them up and stuffed them in her mouth, sending a course slap to the side of her thigh, in which Y/N jolted from after.
“You think I’m excited? I can see how fucking wet your pussy is from here.” He began to unbuckled his belt, hastily pulling it from the loops. He thought about tying her hands up with it, but he didn’t know her boundaries and he wanted to respect her in that way at least.
He let his slacks fall to the floor, following his seemingly tight boxers, and Y/N sighed in discomfort. He looked enormous, and she hasn’t had any action in months. She spit the cloth out of her mouth, wiping her lips to talk.
“Please.. b-be easy on me, Mr. Dolan..” Y/N whimpered, though she felt that tingling sensation at her core and she couldn’t hardly wait for him to penetrate her so effortlessly and untame. He chuckled, softly sliding his large hand soothingly down his cock, his other hand grasping her knee and spreading her open wide.
“You’re so fearful, kitten.” His words were somewhat contradictory to his thoughts. He could tell her little hole was so tight and woven, and that she was nervous for his entrance. But he would mind her words, and take it as slow as he could restrain himself to. He kneeled to the ground, a softness waving over him as he gripped his hands under her knees.
“Tell me what feels good, sweetheart.” His hot breath felt foreign against her soaked folds, and she couldn’t hardly contain the blush that strikes her cheeks so red and full.
“Your, uhm, your tongue, Mr. Dolan!” Her words were breathless and she could hardly speak, embarrassed of the words emptying from her mouth.
“Good girl,” He slid his languid tongue upon her pearl, eliciting short tremors to implode from the center of her body. He would glide his hot muscle so deliberately against her clit, and she whimpered again for him.
He quickened his pace and Y/N became an absolute moaning mess for him. His tongue continued downward, slipping in and out her little hole while he led his thumb to knead her pulsating bud. Y/N could hardly keep her eyes open, the pleasure was almost too much and she knew she’d be done for any second.
And somehow, Grayson knew that too.
He nuzzled her pussy one last time before standing up again, his cock erect and standing against his stomach full.
“Have you been naughty or nice this year, Ms. Y/L/N?” He pulled her body closer to him, watching her unclip the last garment that shielded him from her.
She couldn’t speak, and she covered her face with her hands. She was slowly coming to terms that she was really fucking her boss right now, but morality was thrown out the window at this point and she felt irreversible desire for him.
“Answer me.” He watched a pearl of precum slope down his shaft, and he was so ready to fuck her senselessly.
“Nice!” It didn’t take a second longer before Grayson stuffed the head of his cock into her entrance, a low and guttural groan emitting from him.
He slid himself in slow, muttering a string of curses and praises as he did so. Y/N felt sore, but a pleasurable friction helped with the agony of him stretching her walls thin.
She whined for more, curling her toes as he thrusted his cock a little faster. She had never seen Grayson so messy and unwound, he was always properly dressed and annunciated when she was around him. But now, he was so devilishly sunken between her legs and a whole different side of him was aroused and ready to break Y/N in two.
He threw his head back, a movement that made Y/N lurch with desire. She felt her orgasm approaching yet again, and this time she wouldn’t be denied of it. Grayson’s was close too, and his pace was fast and loud, hopefully no one was on the floor except them.
She clenched her eyes closed as the knot within her unwound, and her juices surrounded him entirely as she shook with pleasure and let her moans reach his ears.
He uncovered himself from within her, mercilessly stroking his cock a few more times before his hot semen spilled across her thighs.
He collapsed against her, both of their bodies heaving trying to regain their breaths back.
hey can u pls do a fic where grayson is like sm taller than the girl and he’s always like “youre so tiny”. and she just gets flustered whenever she notices how much bigger grayson is than her. 💌
Blurb Alert! - Grayson Dolan
; being 5”2’ (and a half..) this is the perfect little concept to write! <3 and thank you for sending this in, babes!
Height Differences:
"God, you're so fuckin' tiny." Grayson smirked from a distance, his arms crossed as he watches you balance on your tippy-toes attempting to retrieve something off the top shelf.
In which you fail in doing so..
"Fuck off!" You laugh, turning to give him a devilish glare. You resort to standing on the kitchen counter, swiftly opening the cabinet to revel upon which box of cereal, that you've been trying to reach for a solid couple minutes, to choose.
"Here," Out of nowhere, his hand extends from behind you, grabbing the box you were going for while his other hand curved around the small of your back and abdomen, lifting you from the counter and setting you on the ground softly. He looked down at you with one of those cheeky, sinister grins, making notice of the height difference you both had to endure. He looked unattainably strong and large, like a seductive, monstrous being that could tear you apart.
"Here you go, shortcakes." He hands you his box, and you take it forcefully.
"We've talked about this, Grayson," You huff, setting the cereal on the counter, "I'm not that short, you're just absurdly tall." You go to grab two bowls, relying on your tippy-toes once again, and two spoons from a more accessible drawer.
"So five-two isn't considered short?" He slips his hands to your sides, standing behind you as you set each bowl down and slip the spoons to the sides of them.
"I'm five-two and a half, Grayson!" Notably ruffled by his touch, you proceed to pour cereal in your bowl, half heartedly ignoring his alluring presence. He crouches down to your height, planting a few kisses below your ear, his trimmed beard tickling your neck.
"Exactly my point." He turns you to face him, standing back up as he does so. You look up at him with a scowl, realizing; he towers you.
"I wouldn't say short, I'm just petite." You shrug your shoulders, crumbling under his hooded stare. His hair was grown longer than his usual clean-cut style and it shielded his eyes a bit, revealing a certain ominous look about him that made your body shudder.
"Y/N," He sighs, surprising you as he lifts you to sit on the counter's edge, "petite is short."
"No, Grayson, petite means small, not short." You roll your eyes, palming your forehead with irritation. It was a little bit of a touchy subject, considering the denial of your very own height. But Grayson can't help but love seeing you riled up.
"Stop lying to yourself, it only makes you shorter." He chuckles, the sound of it rumbling through your chest. He lays his hands flat against the tabletop beside your hips, his head completely level with yours and a cocky expression across his face.
"This isn't up for debate." It sounded harsh falling from your lips, but your voice broke near the end and you couldn't contain the laughter. It was kinda funny.
"Even if it was, I'd win." He grins, pressing a simple kiss to your lips.
summary: as previously discussed, allison arrives at Le Goût the following friday, but she’s not as shy as she seems to be..
a/n: i think this is gonna be one of my favorite parts, even though allison comes across a little bitchy, but I swear she’s not!
UNLIKE most people, Allison had always been overly punctual. She hated when people would show up awkwardly late to an important meeting or event, so she always made it a task to come at least 5-10 minutes early to everything. When she arrived to the famous Le Goût restaurant and saw that the lights were all on and one of the tables were neatly decorated, she couldn't help the sheepish smile that came over her face. The last time she had laid eyes on him, she was in immense pain and agony, but now that was gone, except for the few lingering stitches. She was hoping and praying that he was as equally nice and comforting as he was when she first met him. And ever since the hospital night, she had been pondering restlessly on what the hell his name could be.
With the freshly cleaned shirt, purposely scented with her perfume, squeezed in her hand, she finally exited her homely vehicle and made her way into the very familiar restaurant she could almost call home. As a child, her and her brothers seemed to always be there, playing their childish games and causing a few interruptions with the customers. She loved the restaurant and the family heritage it had, but she rarely ever attends any dinners there anymore. Mainly because she doesn't want to ruin the "special magic" of the place by overly eating there. But tonight was an exception, for mr. nameless, that is.
So when she glided through the front doors, wearing a simple short dress and her heels clicking against the nicely tiled floors, her eyes only landed on the small note placed atop a porcelain white plate right in the middle of the table. Her brows crinkled for a second, her thin fingers reaching out and pinching the thick, cardboard like paper and pulling it up to eyesight level. She then read the scribbled black writing right in the middle;
find me in the kitchen & bring that shirt of mine ;)
— GD
Her smile seemed to stretch all the way to her ears, reading over the sloppy writing again and again before setting it back in its original place. Her hands tightened around the shirt once more before she turns on her heels, walking in the familiar direction of the noiseless kitchen. She pushed the swinging door in slightly, peeking her head in just to see if he was actually there. And just as the note said, he was facing the wall opposite to her, his veiny hands wrapped around a wooden spoon and a skillet full of delicious looking vegetables. She almost scoffed when she recognized that he was shirtless, yet again. Though, she didn't mind it too much, the mere sight of his backside was enough to satisfy her. But that changed when he turned around, his godly face and torso now in her full view, his enticing smile corrupting the entirety of his face, it seemed like.
"I take it you don't like wearing clothes too often?" Her strongly held voice ponders aloud as he fully turns his body to address her, his eyes looking up and down her body in pure amazement and adoration, seemingly the same as he did only days ago. “They shrivel up and turn to dust somehow when I'm around you." He shrugs, her arms being crossed as she finally lets herself grin at his smooth words. "I'd rather not be distracted all night, so here's your shirt you asked for.." Allison unfolds the neatly cleaned white t-shirt, waving it in the air for him to retrieve. The mystery man quickly pivots in his stance and turns the oven's burners off before striding over to her, reaching out for the shirt he had kindly asked for. But before his fingers could grasp the soft cloth, Allison pulled it away and behind her back, a sneakish grin presiding on her plumped lips.
"Name, and I'll give it to you." She pesters, looking up into his eyes that were almost hidden by the rising smirk in his face. He knew that he'd rather not have the shirt at all, or if he did really want it, he could forcefully grab it from her. But he had played his games long enough and was very much ready to hear his own name roll from her tongue. Her sweet sounding voice was lready vocal in his nightly dreams. "Grayson." He keeps his stare, not changing his emotions whatsoever while Allison almost happily sighs. What a dreamy name, right? She couldn't help but feel a bit smaller now, knowing his name for some odd reason. It sounded familiar, she was almost sure Marcus had maybe brought him up in a conversation before, but only briefly.
"Shirt?" He extends his arms out to her, raising his pointy brows in question. "I think I change my mind, I like the view." She winks, quickly refolding the shirt and tucking it under her arm. "That's not fair for me.." He mumbles, blowing a straggling piece of hair away from his beautifully shaped face. Her only reaction is to roll her eyes, his little seductive mumblings always seeming to get to her. He had a bad habit of doing that around her, speaking his sometimes filthy mind when it came to things. Hopefully it wouldn't get too out of hand the longer he hung around her, for his mouth would soon find him in a bit of trouble if he kept it up.
Allison felt so confused and flustered as her body heat continued to rise. She didn't understand how attracted she was for a man she barely even knows. Her mind was like a rollercoaster, doing loop-de-loops around her brain the more she thought about him. And for Grayson, it was ten times harder to keep his hands to himself. He kept imagining endless scenarios that ended with an orgasm for the two, but he shook his thoughts when she effortlessly draped the familiar cloth over his shoulder.
Suddenly, like a burst of confidence within her, she trailed her index finger softly over the protruding bumps of his muscled shoulder, continuing it across the ridges of his upper back and down his indented spine. Grayson's body began to shiver with thrills, her soft touch sending his foggy brain to an unfamiliar euphoric altitude. She studied his flawless backside, taking note of each tiny little freckle or mole that she'd find hidden around the curvatures of his shoulder blades. She continued her flirt-like admiration as she slid her finger up his thick neck and to the fringe of his hair.
Standing up on her tipi-toes, Allison lets her cool breaths fan against his ear before she spoke; "Thank you, Grayson, for the other day.." And with that said, she took a couple steps back and brushed off her ridiculously clean frontside. Grayson was extremely flustered by her sensual actions, his cheeks possibly a tomato red while the "mind of its own" between his thighs began perking upward to her tainting voice. He only turned to look at her when he heard the click of her heels walking in the opposite direction.
"I'm leaving for the restroom, I'll be back in five." She sighs, her excited expressions held back until she fully exited the kitchen and made her way into the pristine bathroom decorated with a luxuric touch.
ALLISON wasn't trying to "get in his pants," but having a bit of dirty fun wouldn't do any harm, right? Well, in Grayson's eyes, it was totally wrong. Her little stunt that she recently pulled on him basically had him on his knees begging for her. Grayson thought himself more of the dominant type in a relationship, and to be so belittled in a short amount of time of vulnerability certainly didn't set well with him. So the only way to make things right, was to tie the game that the two were subsequently playing.
So when Allison had finished up in the ladies restroom, she made her way back to an empty kitchen, the remnants of the dirty pans he had just used cluttered in the enlarged sink. She retraced her steps to the dining area, a few candles lit and placed around the area where a grinning Grayson was sat, his eyes trailing her body once more. Her mouth slightly gapes in awe, the table gorgeously decorated and the food almost too stunning to eat. "You made all of this?" She slowed her walk once she fully approached the table, Grayson's eager self jumping up from his seat. Like the gentleman he is, he gladly pulled the chair out for her, nodding to her question as he did so.
"Did you expect any less?" He curved one of his eyebrows upward, the distraught shake of her head solving his pondering. Once she was sat in the chair, he easily pushed her under the table and took his seat again. Folding his arms across his chest, he leans back in his chair, eyeing Allison with his lustful stare. "Dig in." His distracting voice almost demands, Allison hastily picking up the neatly placed fork beside her plate. Without another warning, she "dug in" and placed the food in her mouth. Flavor began to roll throughout her taste buds as her pearly white teeth chewed on the wondrous food. "Grayson, this is wonderful.. How'd you make it?" She quickly asked before taking another large bite. He only shrugs, his very familiar smirk rising on his lips.
"Don't know, I just happen to be the head chef here." She froze in her place, her eyes widening as she looked at him. "You're that Grayson?" Allison finally recognized the man sitting across from her. He was Grayson Dolan, head chef at Le Goût, one of her brother's best friends, and her saving grace from the gallery. She was shocked that she hadn't truly known who he was the entire time. Her father has spoken about him before, as well as Marcus and even Andrew, but she didn't take to that fact that that was him.
The new information in mind, she continued to eat the delicious food, moaning almost intensely as she chewed. Grayson's grip on his fork tightened, his ears almost perking to the sound of her oblivious breathing. He had trouble even focusing on his food, let alone eating it.
And the night continued on, Allison antagonizing Grayson unintentionally while he struggles to keep to himself...
