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impaladolan · 1 year

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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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elitegrayson · 1 year

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request: y/n and grayson are enemies who happen to share the same friend group. while everyone is having a night out at the club, y/n is being harassed and groped by a guy. she finds grayson and taps the side of his hand to hold hands. graysons about to cuss her out but he immediately goes into protective mode

a/n: i appreciate all of your requests, keep em coming! i hope you enjoy this <3

it was a saturday night and your friends decided they wanted to go out clubbing. your best friend thought it would a good idea for everyone to get ready at her house. she said it'll be easier for everyone could leave from there. it was only four of you guys; rose, you, kent, and grayson.

now grayson wasn’t particularly your friend. he was more like a coworker, but even then he was barely that. rose and kent know you guys bump heads often, but it’s never gotten too crazy. you only put up with it because wherever kent goes, grayson just has to follow. there’s no escaping him even if you wanted to. it’s the same thing with you and Rose, now that you think about it, but that’s different.

when you walked into the club, the hot air swept across your face. it smelled of hot bodies and alcohol. you like to party, but you’re more of a kickback girl, not a club girl. nonetheless, you wanted to let loose and have some fun.

“let’s get some drinks! boys, can you go to the bar and get something good?” rose asked, looking over at kent and grayson.

“we’ll get something for you, but not for y/n.” grayson smirked as you just rolled your eyes.

“oh please, i don’t need you to do anything for me. hell, i’ll get it myself. rose, come with me.” you responded, purposely pushing gray out of the way.

“don’t worry y/n, you’re gonna need me one day!” he yelled out, but you just ignored him, flipping him off as you walked towards the bar. you saw that the bartender was a woman and you instantly felt safe.most of the creeps here always have to comment on your drinks saying that you “couldn’t handle your drinks”.

“hey ladies, what can i get for you?” the bartender smiled, showing off her cheeky dimples.

“hi! um, i’ll take a long island iced tea, please? and what do you want rose?”

“i’ll just have a bloody mary.”

“bloody mary and a long island coming up!”

one drink turned into at least five more. you kind of stopped counting but all you know is you felt amazing. at this point, you were on the dance floor with rose having the time of your life. music was blasting, you had a couple of drinks in your system, and everything felt great.

“hey, why do you hate grayson so much? he’s nice you know plus he’s our friend.” rose asked, yelling a bit as she leaned into your ear.

you were confused about why she was asking you about him, considering they haven’t been with us since you got your drinks.

“i don’t hate him, i just strongly dislike him. he just annoys me i don’t know. why are you even asking about him, it’s gonna ruin the nighttt.” you replied, slurring your words at the end.

“i think you guys would look cute together, to be honest,” she giggled, slapping your shoulder, but you swiped her hand away.

“gross! there’s no way in fucking hell i’d end up with him. anywho i think i want another drink, wanna come with?” you asked as she shook her head no. you knew in your head you didn’t need another drink, but you wanted one.

you sat down and before you could tell her what you wanted, she already put the drink in front of you. “this last one is on me, girl.” she smiled as you thanked her. a few seconds later, you felt someone’s hot breath on your neck.

“hey there beautiful, are you all alone tonight?” the man said then he touched your lower back slightly.

“hey, do you know what personal space is? and don’t fucking touch me, you don’t know me!” you hissed, standing up and slapping his hands off of you.

“c’mon sweetness, i’ve been watching you all night, and right now i’m tired of watching. i want you, now,” he growled, pushing you closer to him and then he roughly grabbed your ass. immediately you cursed and then slapped him and ran in the other direction.

tears started to brim in your eyes, but you started to look for Grayson. you don’t know why he was the first person to pop into your head, but he was. soon enough you saw him in the corner with a drink in his hand. luckily he was alone so you started to stumble towards him, making your way through the crowd.

you tapped the side of his hand and then you intertwined his with yours. “yo y/n what the fuck are you-“ he stopped when he saw what you looked like. makeup stained by your tears and you could barely stand on your two feet. “gray please i n-need you. i was at the b-bar and a man t-touched me.” you began to cry again, yet you were holding hands with grayson. he smiled at the shorter version of his name. you always called him by his full name so the fact that you called him “gray” made his heart flutter slightly.

he tried to push that in the back of his head so he can focus and try to comfort you. “y/n come here,” he cooed, letting go of your hand and replacing it with your hair. you were leaving a mess on his shirt, but you didn’t care. you just needed his comfort. your mind started to wonder about the words you spoke earlier to him. it was ironic that you were crying in your enemy's arms, but you decided not to say anything. you knew he never predicted this to happen, but that didn’t matter right now. you just needed grayson.

grayson continued to rub your back and whisper comforting things in your ear, but in reality, he was ready to raise hell thinking about the man who touched you. you two have never really been friends and hell he never really gave you the light of day. yet he never wanted anything bad to happen to you, especially something like this. he’s never seen you this drunk before and he definitely won’t admit it, but it’s nice that you found him and not rose or kent.

“y/n, let’s go home yeah? i don’t want you to be here any longer. we need to get you home and in bed.” grayson explained, you looked up at him with glossy, stained mascara eyes and gave him a nod.

“but what about the man? what if we see him on our way out?” you asked, holding on to him even tighter than before.

“i hope we don’t, but if we do that asshole will know to never touch another woman again, especially you y/n. i am so sorry that this happened to you.” by surprise, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead. you were shocked of course, but you didn’t say anything. you just smiled to yourself and followed grayson to the entrance.

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starryeyedadmirer · 1 year

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Grayson Dolan: Taco Baby

-Grayson x Reader-

!!CW: This one gets kinda dirty!! — Belly Worship (Playing, Rubbing, Kissing, Licking), Navel Worship (Fingering, Kissing, Kissing, etc.), Bloating, Smells/Odors, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, C*m, Allusion to Mpreg/Pregnancy

Synopsis: You’ve just made your first successful vegan meal in years… and, after enjoying such a wonderful alternative dinner with your boyfriend, Grayson, you’ve only just come to realize how fulfilling — and delicious — that vegan food can truly be. Grayson’s had so many helpings of your culinary triumph that he looks as though he’s fallen pregnant with a big foodbaby… and although the extent of his bloating is initially a bit alarming, you just can’t help but to have a little fun with his new, beautiful, baby bump. He’s just so gigantic… that even his belly button has changed, to resemble that of an expecting mother. The two of you have only just put down such an incredible, healthy supper — and, in the process, created a beautiful (though imaginary) child together — and now, it’s time for a big, pregnant, creamy dessert… to celebrate the conception.

Words: 2,525 (+/-)

A/N: This is an ooolllddd fic, from at least two years ago, that I’ve reposted about a handful of times (without going back through, to revise it)… so, sorry if the writing isn’t the best. I have changed it up quite a bit in the past, but, at some point, I figured that I had rewritten it enough to keep the original atmosphere of the whole thing, while also making it a bit smoother to read. With that being said, I apologize for any mistakes I may have miss (as I honestly don’t want to toil around with it anymore), and I hope you enjoy the read.

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Your taco dinner with Grayson went well tonight — a lot better than you expected it to. Not only did you produce one of the best meals you've ever made in your life, you also discovered that vegan food isn't as bland as you thought... you actually enjoy it quite a bit. Now that your bellies are full, the two of you are curled up together on the couch, half-watching whatever's playing on the TV as you enjoy each other's warmth.

"Wow," Grayson groans, laid between the couch cushions with your head on his chest, "Dinner was great tonight! Nice job, Babe." Though he's already complimented you at least a thousand times since he finished his plate, his flattery still feels as genuine as the first — it just serves to show that your hours of laboring over the stove weren't for naught. "Thanks," you sigh, "I tried really hard on those tacos, Gray. Glad to know my work paid off."

Tonight's meal marks your first success in a long list of kitchen-related failures. After your first breakfast blunder, the Great Crêpe Fire of Christmas 2019, it seemed your culinary losing streak would never come to an end, but tonight's taco triumph has proven otherwise.

Grayson nods his head, poking at the top of yours with his chin. "Yeah, it really did. I think this is the first time in years that I haven't had to pretend to like your food! You know, I used to wait until you left the room to throw it away... but I couldn't get enough tonight. Those tacos were fucking awesome!"

"Wow," you gasp, unsure if you should feel proud or insulted, "Ummm... okay. I knew my cooking was bad... but you could've at least had the decency to tell me to my face... and you, of all people, shouldn't be talking, Mr.Charred Pancakes! I can't believe you used to do that behind my back! You know, pigs will be flying by the time you make something that isn't burned totally black or completely underdone..."

Grayson blows up his chest underneath your head, wrapping his arms tightly around your head and tucking it between his pecs. "Wait... wait. I was just joking, okay," he laughs, "Chill out, Babe. It was just a joke. Calm down. Don't go crazy on me now. I'm starting to feel a little queasy, I couldn't handle you if I tried."

"That's what the hell you get," you yelp, mocking him as you struggle to free your head from under the weight of his bicep, "You said it yourself that you couldn't get enough, and now look at you! Woah, Gray! You're huge! Are your feeling alright?" Grayson's stomach looks nearly three times it's usual size, so big that it's peeked almost halfway out of his shirt. At first, it's nothing too alarming, but the more you stare at it, the more it seems to grow.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," he answers, choking back a burp, "trust me, I am. It's just some bloating. In a few hours, I'll be back to normal."

"Okay, good," you reply, resting your hand on his stomach, "I don't want you throwing up on me or anything. Dinner is always better on a plate, not chucked up from your guts..."

His beautiful brown eyes staring into your soul, Grayson smirks, placeing his hand over yours, and laughing boisterously at the size of his new belly. Suddenly, all the worry you felt before fades away, and you're laughing too. "Ya know, I feel like we're in one of those maternity photos right now," he jokes, entangling his fingers with yours as his eyes scan you up and down, "You know what I mean? The ones where the fathers are all over the moms' bellies, like, kissing them and stuff. It'd be funny if we recreated those pictures, but nobody else is here to take the photos. That sucks."

With your chest still full of laughter, and not a single clear thought in your mind, you slide yourself off from Grayson's chest and kneel down on the floor in front of the couch, playing along with his little joke. "Well, nobody has to be," you chuckle, "See? I'll be the dad in the photo... you'll obviously be the mom... and I'll give you a little smooch." Trying your hardest to contain your laughter, you purse your lips up against his stomach, looking into his eyes as you begin to scatter little kisses around the surface of his skin. Your lips move around in tight circles, landing sporadically around the rim of his belly button. "Mmm," he laughs, his shy grin hidden behind the palm of his hand, "your lips are really warm. That tickles."

It's all for shits and giggles — a new little inside joke — up until you accidentally let a bit of drool slip through your lips. "Oh, fuck! I'm sorry," you blurt out, slurping the rest of the dangling dribble back into your mouth, "I...I didn't mean to..." Grayson shivers, his laughter quickly coming to a hush as he curls up his toes and kicks his legs off from the couch. "That just slipped out." Laughing awkwardly at yourself, you look around for something you can use to wipe your spit from his belly. "Stay still, Gray, I'll clean you up. Kinda got carried away there... I'm glad Ethan wasn't here to get a picture of that shit."

Having ruined the fun with your loose lips, you wipe your face dry with the bottom of Grayson's shirt, then touch the material to his skin. Again he shivers, trembling as the cotton fabric runs against his abdomen, it seems that he just can't help himself. "Mmm, sorry," he whispers, his voice trembling as he rests his head back into the cushion behind him, "I... I guess my stomach is just feeling a bit sensitive right now. Oh... and my toes are really, really cold. I actually think you should keep doing what you're doing though, Babe... with all the kisses and stuff... it's really helping with my, um... pain."

You know where this is going — his hesitation is a clear sign that he's into it — it's too obvious to go unnoticed. It has been a while since the two of you have gotten hot and heavy, so why let a full stomach stop you now? You have to admit, you never expected to feel such an attraction to him in the state he's in, with his gut all round and tight, you kind of do... it's something you just can't help. After your much-deserved shower compliments, all the joking around, Grayson's bedroom eyes... you can't blame yourself for feeling a little bubbly inside. Grayson grabs your wrist, stopping your hand from wiping away the last bit of your drool, "Just leave it, its fine. Like I said, nobody's here, so... why don't we use this time to our advantage? We've got the whole house to ourselves..." His grip on your arms grows more firm, just enough to keep you restrained without causing any pain — it's always been his way of teasing you. Whether he's got a hold on your neck, your wrists, or your butt, his tight grip always gets you in the mood.

"Oh, Ok...," you reluctantly agree, "I guess I'll just... rub it in then." Slowly, you rub the rest of your spit into his skin with the palm of your hand — it's taut surface catching traction under your skin — and start to kiss his tummy again. "Yeah, just like that," Grayson says, encouraging of your gentle touch, "That's good." As if it has a mind of its own, your tongue slips out from your lips again, slowly cascading a stream of saliva down onto his flesh. "Woah," Grayson moans, "Th—That feels... amazing."

His hands find their way onto either side of his gut, rubbing themselves around in big circles against his supple skin, and enclosing your lips between them. Their motions force your mouth inward, closer to the center of his belly, until you're right above his navel. You can just barely smell the shallow hole, it's faint sweaty odor wafting up to your nose as you move it around between his hands — it doesn't smell as bad as you thought it would. Feeling trapped, with no way to get around them, you reluctantly dip your tongue into his navel, tasting the bitter pool of sweat that has collected inside of it.

Grayson's stomach tosses and turns inside, twisting under the wet sensation of your tongue. "Fuck," he moans, holding your head over his gut with his tight fist gripping the nape of your neck, "that feels... s—so... great. T—Tell me how it smells in there, I wanna know. H—How does my belly button smell?" His attempt at dirty talking you — if that's what it's meant to be — is a bit strange to you at first. Why would he want to know how his belly button smells? Why does it turn him on so much? Grayson's moans grow louder — into deep chesty growls — and almost instantly, you realize that none of your questions really matter; it's just what he wants to hear. His eyes roll so far back into his head that you're pretty sure he's reading his own thoughts, and his bottom lip is nearly purple from all his biting. His growls grow into booming whimpers — sexy words of deep passion — then shrink back into the soft moans they evolved from.

"Hmm," you ponder loudly, sliding your tongue out from the hole, "Like sweat... and tacos. It's really dirty, Gray. Do you want me to lick it clean?" You feel awkward as you slip your tongue back inside, swiveling it back and forth, but he loves the sensation too much for you to stop yourself any time soon... his pleasure eases away your discomfort with each passing second. "Yeah," he answers, his voice trembling, "Mmm... it smells bad? So dirty and stinky. I bet you like that. Clean it out for me, Baby." His big fist releases it's grip on your neck and slides down to your back, pulling up your shirt as you continue to salivate all over him and his gigantic food baby. Your shirt comes up over your shoulder, and before you know it, Grayson is on top of you on the floor, pushing his gut down against your face as his meal twists and turns inside him. His skin is hot and red — wet with your spit — and his stomach feels tight against your cheeks.

"Are you ready," he asks, looking down longingly into your eyes, "Mmm... are you?" You are… you think… although you don't know what for. He could do anything he wants with you trapped below him, but what are you going to say? No? Silent, you brush your lips against the curvature of his big bowling ball and nod. You hear the zipper on his pants undo itself, and then you feel yours yank down to your ankles. "Mmm, you're too big for your jeans now, huh," you tease him, watching as he looks for a place to put his throbbing cock, "That's so sexy, Big Guy."

You feel yourself getting hot with anticipation, and then it finally happens — Grayson thrusts himself deep inside of you. "Put your finger in my belly button," he moans, peering down over his stomach to — watching himself ram into you, "Do me while I do you." Completely paralyzed with pleasure from the waist down, you yank your hands free from their pinned position on the floor, and slip your finger back into his belly button. Almost instantly, your fingertip is dripping wet, completely enveloped in your slimy saliva.

Grayson's back thrusts harder and harder, until it gives out, leaving him motionless on top of you — and your finger crushed between your bodies. "Oh my god," he gasps, "I'm gonna! I'm gonna... Oh shit!" You watch in pure awe as he yanks himself out of you, spraying his thick load of spunk up onto his belly.

His body convulses on top of yours, completely emptied of its most precious fluid. You missed seeing his O-face, so much that it seemed almost foreign to you this time. His wide, gaping mouth, his eyes rolled to the very back of his skull, the thick veins popping out of his neck, they're such a nice sight for sore eyes. Amazed by the spectacle of his orgasm, you roll yourself out from under him and push him onto his back — taking a seat on his naked pelvis. You're in a lustful daze as you stare directly at the white mess on his gut. It's beautiful, looking almost as if he's spilled thick milk all over himself — even though that's not something he drinks — maybe almond milk.

"Oh yeah," Grayson groans, out of breath as he lays under you, "Come here and lick my belly button clean." Without hesitation, you hold his wrists down against his chest — taking the open opportunity to pin him down — and slide your stomach back and forth against his, covering your abdomen in his seed. "Looks like we made a mess," you tease him, lowering your head down to the underside of his gut," And it's a big one! Must've been super pent-up, huh?" The view from the other side of his stomach is beautiful. Only his chin and the tip of his nose can be seen from this side, shown over the dip where his belly button is.

Your tongue slides out of your mouth again, this time with you in control, and traces its way up what seems to be a newly-forming happy trail to his navel, then forces itself down into the hole again. Just as you anticipated, the thick warmth of his spunk feels amazing on your tongue, and acts as the perfect lubricant to fill the space between your tastebuds and his skin. "Oh, fuck," Grayson moans, his eyes big as he stares blankly at the ceiling, "Oh my god! That feels... Auugh!"

"Tasted good too," you laugh, cleaning up what's left of the mess, "Too bad it's all gone!" Grayson wriggles his hands free from yours, looking down at his red, irritated abdomen. Slowly, he dips his finger into his soaked belly button and brings it up to his nose. "Oh, yeah. That smells awful. So hot." Finishing off your task, you kiss your way down the inside of his thighs, all the way to his feet. The sour smell of sweat fills your nostrils once more as you kiss the damp spaces between his toes, enjoying the aroma. Having left your thick, white mark all over his body, you place your head back onto his stomach and rest.

There the two of you lay, one on top of the other on the floor, breathless and full. You can still smell the sweat between his toes, the tacos wafting their way out through his pores, and suddenly you can't help but to feel proud of yourself. Both your dinner and your long, sexy dessert were a huge success!

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butdjgn · 2 years

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“Slut me out” (Grayson Dolan smut)

I hate parties. I absolutely despise parties. It’s always the same shit I mean drinking, getting high, fucking randoms, loud music. It’s always a house full of strangers that’s either tryna forget about everything bad that’s happening in their life or get slutted out, there is no in between. Me on the other hand? Oh I definitely attended this party. I know I know, “y/n how can you talk shit about parties but you’re going to one.” Okay hear me out. It was THE DOLAN TWINS party. I’ve known them since 2015 and they’ve changed so much over the years let me just say. Ethan got a girlfriend and became more mature. Grayson became even more hotter and started working on his hobbies… like how can I not..

I’ve been friends with them for so long it’s crazy I never told Grayson how I see him you know? Maybe I’ll spill it out when I’m drunk or something I don’t know. I put on my best dress and heels. I did my hair and make up all in 3 hours. Pretty fast if you ask me.. it’s around 9 at night and I get there and it’s already loud with a bunch of people screaming. I rub my head knowing what im getting myself into. “Only for Grayson” I whispered to myself nervous walking into their house. As soon as I walk in I seen them dancing in the living room with randoms. I stare at Grayson jealous that he’s dancing with another girl… it makes me so angry.. I hurry go into the kitchen get myself drunk and some random group was hyping me up for that I don’t remember the details..

“Hey put that down” I heard a voice say. I turn behind me to see who was talking to me in such way. I turn over and it’s Grayson with his arms crossed with a serious face on. “YoU dOnt TelL mE wHaT To dO” I said to him boldly. He groans. He grabs my wrist a little tight. While him guiding me some guy bumped into Grayson. “CANT YOU FUCKING SEE ME?” he said angry at them. “Ugh he’s so mad at me, what did I do” I said sadly but also kinda turned on.. we get to his room and he slams and locks the door behind him. Now it’s just me and him.. “y/n you know I don’t like seeing you drinking” he said with his hands on his hips. “This is a party, so what” I said. “I still don’t like seeing you like that” he said rising his voice at me. I stare at him like he just said gibberish “ and I don’t like seeing other girls dance on you but you don’t see me making a scene do you?” I said looking in his eyes. Looking up at him and him looking down at me it was clear who won the argument. The room went quiet. Us just starring at each other.

With my eyes almost tearing up I scoff and head to the door to get away from him. He grabs me by my waist this time pulling me into a kiss. His extremely soft lips and us breathing in each other mouth made my stomach sank. It was slow but yet so powerful.. why is he so good at this.. he pulls away looking at me “did that make you feel better?” He said with a cute smirk. I look at him in his eyes once again. “I want more” I said almost pouting. He smiles at me confused and pulls in for another kiss his big hands cupping my head. Making me feel so safe. I grab his forearm letting him know I’m enjoying this. He walks forward which makes me walk backwards still kissing each other. Until I fall into his bed. Him following along kissing me so powerfully. I couldn’t hold it in anymore “fuck..” I moaned. He pets my head following to my cheek. His body is between my legs right now… “Grayson.. Please” I said desperately. He giggles. “You’re so adorable y/n” he says with his deep voice. he takes off his hoodie revealing his nice toned abs. I bite my lip acknowledging what I’m about to do with him. He sits me up with my head on his chest. He unravels my dress under my neck. My dress then falls and flashes my bra. He lifts my face up with his curled index finger making me look up at him. He grins and kisses me one more time before he plays with my bra, he then takes off my bra amazed at the view. He lays me back down and starts playing with them and licking them. My hard nipples..him swirling his tongue around them. His movements.. i moan uncontrollably. I grab his long hair tightly letting him know I feel amazed. He sits up, I then immediately noticed his boner poking through his pants. I play with it and lay on my stomach. I pull down his pants not fully but just enough to admire his vainly waist and v line. “God fucking damn… I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long” I said. he grins and pets my head. “Me too y/n” he said softly. I look up at him desperately and take his pants and boxers completely off. his dick flips on my face. I giggle then I lick the side to start and his head already rolls back.

I then put the whole thing in my mouth. Him shocked on how good it feels. His face I was most focused on. He narrowed his eyebrows down then immediately smiled with his eyes closed. He then leans his head back with his hand on top of my head. “That feels soo good” he said taking it. He looks back down at me and moves my hair out of my face and I continue. I focus on the tip cause that’s his most sensitive spot. He gasp for air. “Ahh” he moaned so shocked. He guides my head almost face fucking me. He puts my hair in a ponytail and leans his waist in my face. All I could see was his abs thrusting in and out of my mouth. He leans his head back narrowing his eyebrows down biting his lip. “Ughh” he moans. He then makes me take it all in and holds it for a couple seconds. I gasp for air. He smiles playfully. He lays me down again on my back. He takes the rest of my dress off following my panties. He lifts my legs up to my shoulders. He hits his dick on my wet clit. “You like that y/n?” He said jokingly. I pout letting him know I want him in me already. He suddenly puts it in me I gasp for air once again with my eyes rolled back. His size caught me so off guard. He moans in relief. “Your so warm and tight… mmm” He starts fucking me slow yet powerful just like his kisses. I feel every single thing of him. Every movement, every throb, every drop of precum going into me. Everything. I look up at him. “You’re so beautiful” I said to him in my head. His eyes shifting to my face and my pussy. His mouth slightly open with his hair covering parts of his face.

He starts going even faster. his thumb starts rubbing my clit. We both moan, that’s all we could hear, our voices combining. He turns me over making my face down and ass up. He starts playing with my ass cheeks and slaps them before he caught me off guard again. He hits my g spot so perfectly. So good I want to cry. I could cum right now if I wanted to. He starts thrusting very hard yet so good. I sit up to where my hands and knees are on the bed. He then reached over putting his fingers in my mouth. Thrusting harder and deeper. Omg I can’t he’s too good. He was so deep in me.. Our moans filling the room. “Ahh I feel it coming y/n” he lets go of me and pushes my back down like it was before, he thrusts even harder and soon pulls it out. with one hand on my ass and the other hand making himself cum all over my back. He moans Squeezing my ass cheek. After a few seconds of cuming He looks down at me looking at the damage he’s done to me. He takes a deep breath, then giggles. Fixing his hair. He kisses my shoulder. breathing heavy. Sweat dripping from his forehead. He puts on his pants and grabs something to wipe his cum off my back. After he cleans it he makes sure I am dressed again and then flops on his bed. Looking at the ceiling. We ended up talking for the rest of the party and sleeping together in the same bed.

Hi!!! I really hope you liked this story and hope it wasn’t too long :( if it was make sure to contact me so I could fix that for you guys. Thank you againnn <3

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exclusivedolan · 10 months

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woah! it’s been a very long time since i’ve been on here… where’s everyone? how is everyone?

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THE JEALOUSY I FEEL RN

the grayson girl in me is screaming

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impaladolan · 1 year

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Again - Grayson Dolan

overview: you had been denied all day, one time after another, after another— so you decided to take things into your hands, and he didn’t like that..

word count: 1.2k

warnings: fem and male masturbaution, oral - male receiving, use of toys, maledom , femsub, degradation, cum denial, swearing, and just lots of dirty/sexy talk haha.

a/n: this was actually a dream i had the other night.. spicy..

"Again."

"I-I can't—"

"Again." His voice was serpentine and accusatory, plowing through your whimpers with its baritone and timber.

"Grayson.." You whine and implore for the millionth time it seemed, aching all over for the end of this torturous trap he has you strung through.

"You disobeyed me, Y/N. Continue your pleas and we'll go all fucking night." He crosses his black slacked leg over the other, reaching to undo the first two buttons of his white dress shirt with a devilish fix upon you.

You were sat across the room from him, legs spread apart and shaking, panties in a bundle around your ankles, and your sensitive core glistening in the haze of his hungry eyes. He made you keep one hand around your clothed breast and the other wrapped around a vibrating wand that continued to buzz in your hand.

"A-fucking-gain, Y/N." His stare hardened even more so, not a drop of remorse across his hazels.

Your chest began to rise and fall fast as you moved the toy back over your pulsing bud, immediately pulling you back into a trance of seeking release. Your head fell back and your teeth sunk deep into your bottom lip, an echoing sob replacing the silence. You were already so close, being that you had been sat there for over an hour, forced to edge yourself over and over until he's satisfied.

It hurt so fucking good.

"Stop."

"No.." It came out as a whisper, but you knew he heard you when you felt his footsteps coming towards you. You didn't open your eyes until you felt his hand grab your wrist and pull you out of the euphoric atmosphere you were deeply submerged within. You pressed your thighs together to subdue your aching need and looked up at him under your eyelashes, pleading for him to finish this.

"You're not very good at doing what you're told." He shut the vibrator off and threw it to the side, leaning down to whisper his words in your ear. His hand traveled down your body until it pulled your knees further apart than before and he had his hand toying with your molten cove.

"You're sopping wet, princess." He sounded falsely apologetic, whilst you arched back again as he ran his thumb back and forth over your swollen clit. You sighed, wrapping your needy fingers around his thick forearm for support.

"Please.." Oh, it felt divine. He did slow circles while his other hand slipped under your knee and pinned it high. You almost thought he'd let you go, unravel the knot in your abdomen, and be free of his torment.

But it is not so.

He pulled away just as fast as he had been there, touching and feeling and caressing you until you were all numb and shaking for him. Another helpless wine fell from your mouth, a breathless cry more like. And he just stood there, the devil himself, unfazed except for the stir in his cock.

"Please!" You moved from the couch and down to the floor beneath him, your hands snaking up his legs and attacking his belt buckle with more than just wanton and desire. He let you undo his belt and pull it through the loops, his callous hand finding it’s way into your hair. You undid the button and pulled the zipper all the way and his trousers fell slack around his hips and you could see the waistband of his boxers.

You looked up at him for the first time, underneath the haze of his eyes and the domineering look about him. He nodded his head, silently pleading for you to go on. You pulled his slacks the rest the way down and let them pool at his feet. And your blush immediately darkened when you saw the tent in his undergarments— all because of you.

You bit your lip again and posed another glance at his face.

“Don’t get all shy now, princess.” He took his free hand and grabbed one of yours, placing it around his clothed cock and letting a rumbling groan slip from his lips. You squeezed your tiny little hand around him and watched as he moved closer to your touch, begging for it. You traced his shaft, delicate and messy outlines with your soft fingertips until you finally looped them around his waistband and let him spring free. He stood tall and wide and red and completely sensitive to you. You instantly wrapped your lips around his swollen head and let your fingers go back to tracing him, slow and soft.

You wanted him to feel the pain and torture he caused you only moments ago.

You let him go with a pop! and let your dominant hand pump him, still slow and brutally frustrating. Your other hand went to find the vibrator again, turning it back onto a low setting and letting it buzz against you while you pleasured him.

Mmm.

You put your mouth back over him once you settled into the wand, your moans rolling over his cock.

Growing impatient, he moved his hand to the back of your head and pressed you further down his dick, earning another whimper from you and a guttural sigh from him. Your breathing went erratic again and you couldn’t help but already feel the arrival of your orgasm nearing. You took another long pull from cock and let your hands wrap around him again, this time much faster and hasty.

You looked back up at him for the third time and mewled with plea. His chest rose and fell heavily too, his muscles tightening around his abdomen and thighs.

“Just a little more baby, finish.” He pushed your head back over his dick once again and you took him even more than before, trying your best to suction him and let the warmth of your tongue and mouth encapsulate him. You moaned around him again, sending him off into his orgasm at once.

He pulled his cock from your lips and let his seed cover your chest and he allowed another sigh and fighting groan empty from his chest with reckless abandon. Your hips shook at your approaching high and you wrapped your hand around the vibrator to really settle it against your sopping pussy. Your brows furrowed and your eyes almost rolled back as you felt your climax about over take you.

Sudden and unprecedented, his arms wrapped around yours and pulled you from your peak. He lifted you from the ground, threw you back onto the couch, and took your toy away leaving you a sobbing mess. True tears began to fall onto your cheeks and you squeezed your thighs back together once again, trying to tip yourself over the edge.

It wasn’t enough.

“You look so pretty, edged and on the verge of fucked out.” He laughed. He fucking laughed.

He watched you breathe and the sweat and tears dribble down you and the cum still slathered across your chest, like a claim. He settled the vibrator beside you, turned and went to sit back in the chair he was previously sat, except for this time, his cock was out and erect, his meaty hand twisted around it and easy to watch you suffer— over and over and over.

“Again.”

a/n: let me know if you liked! <3

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elitegrayson · 2 years

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Have you thought about maybe writing a smut where y/n chooses to wait for marriage to have sex? Do you think you could write about Grayson and y/n sleeping together for the first time on their wedding night? Thank you. 🤍

this sounds beautiful :’) your wish is my command and i hope you like it. these pics kinda give off hubby gray hehe. ENJOY!! (i haven't written smut in a min so i apologize if it's bad)

Featuring: Grayson x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, swearing.

Growing up you’ve always known you wanted to wait until marriage to have sex. It seemed like everyone around you was losing their virginity and they were. Your friends would always tell you stories of how they lost it in a school bathroom or behind a venue after a concert. You cringed at the thought of doing it in an extremely unsanitary place. It wasn’t the setting that made you want to wait, but the person you’re going to lose it to.

Sex to you was a very powerful experience and once you do this act, a little part of you will be left with that person and vice versa. That’s why your best friend now is still not over her first even though he’s made a clear he did that want her. But that’s beside the point. When you met your now husband, Grayson, you figured to let him know that you were a virgin when things got a little serious. He understood completely which made you feel safe and comfortable.

Most guys would ignore you or pressure you into having sex anyways, but not Grayson. He obeyed and respected your wishes as he should. He could think it was the stupidest idea in the world, but in the end, his opinions wouldn’t have mattered. You are his girl and he loves you very dearly. So if he has to wait until marriage to get a taste of you then that’s what he’ll do.

He made his way over to you so you guys can make your grand exit. Everyone started to create a pathway so that you could walk through it. Confetti was being shot in the air and you couldn’t be happier. You are officially married to the man of your dreams and you are finally Mrs. Y/n Dolan. It rolls off the tongue beautifully. As you made your way to the end of the stairs, Grayson opened up the door for you.

“Here you are Mrs. Dolan,” He smirks, gesturing his hand out in front of you. “Why thank you, Mr. Dolan.” You send him a smirk back, lifting your dress as you slip into the car. You roll down the window so you can say goodbye to everyone once again. Today was the best day of your life and you couldn’t stop smiling. Once Grayson was in the car, you guys drove off to your destination.

“So how do you feel, doll? I still have the butterflies lowkey.” He asked taking your hand in his and massaging it slightly. Even though you guys have been together for three years, he still sends shivers down your spine. But you couldn’t lie you feel the same way.

“I’m in shock, Gray. This all just seems unreal. I can't wait for tomorrow, France is going to be beautiful.” You hummed, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was a hard decision trying to figure out where to go. You guys have been to Cabo, The Bahamas, Greece, and hell even Australia. But after months of planning, you guys agreed on France. This next week was going to be magical.

“Just wait until we get to the hotel.” He murmured. You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment, but you figured you’ll just wait and see. After what felt like hours on the highway you guys finally arrived at the hotel. Just by looking at this outside, you knew this place was fancy.

“Hi, how may I help you tonight?” The ginger-haired lady asked sending us a warm smile. “Hi, we have a room for you two under Dolan,” Grayson responded as the lady typed away on the computer. “Alright, I have you down for the lover's suite which is room 623. Here are your keys and congratulations!” She answered, giving us one last smile. We thanked her and started walking toward the elevator. You started to think about the surprise Grayson has planned.

New car? No that wouldn’t make sense. He wouldn’t even be able to keep his mouth closed about that.

What if it’s that Dior bag you were looking at? You’ve been talking about it for months maybe he got you that.

No wait it has to be a Tiffany Co. bracelet? Every time he took you to the mall, you made sure to walk past that display. Grayson has his slow moments, but I know he can take a hint.

You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t realize you were already in the room. “Okay doll imma need you to do one thing for me yeah?” Grayson stopped, turning towards you and taking your hands in his. “I need you to close your eyes and keep ‘em close as you walk in and don’t open until I tell you to. Can you do that for me?”

Your stomach felt like it was doing backflips, anxious at what could be behind this door. “Gray I’m nervous as shit.” You sigh, feeling your hands get clammy by the second.

“Don’t be. I’m sure you’re gonna love it. Now close your eyes so I can guide you in.” Grayson reassures you as you slowly close your eyes. You hear a “click” followed by the door being opened. He places his hands on your shoulders and you began to walk forward.

“Alright, just a few more steps…..okay open!”

You open your eyes to see the room decorated from top to bottom. Red balloons at the ceiling while red petals covered the floor. There were 2 glasses of champagne on the dresser while the bed had petals in the shape of a heart with both of your initials in the middle.

You were in utter shock, but tears started to brim within your eyes. “Gray I-I don’t even know what to say this is all so beautiful.” You managed to choke out as he ran to your side.

“I’m so happy you love it, doll. I wanted you to know that for you, I’ll always go above and beyond. You’re everything to me.” He smiled, wiping the tears that fell down your face.

“I love you, Grayson Dolan.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes, so you can press a kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss which quickly turned into a heated makeup session. He picked you up which caught you off guard, but you wrapped your legs around him anyway.

Grayson led you to the bed while surprisingly not breaking the kiss. You started to moan softly in between kisses which only fueled him more. He started to remove your clothing while you did the same. You guys have had intense make-out sessions before, but something about tonight feels different. You felt butterflies in your stomach again, but you knew this feeling felt right.

Now only being left in your bra and panties, you pulled away from him and looked up. His lips were a plump pink, his biceps and abs were toned, and his eyes were full of lust. This is the man you married and now you were about to be one with him.

“I’m ready, Grayson. I’m ready to feel all of you.” You declared, biting your lip slightly. You’ve waited all this time and it’s finally here.

“If you feel uncomfortable we can stop whenever okay, doll? I know this is your first time and everything and I don’t wanna-“

“Gray, please. I just need to feel you.” You whine, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“Needy girl aren’t you? I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”

With that he started pressing pepper kisses to your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly. He went from your neck to your collar bones and ended at your boobs.

“Sit up so I can see those pretty tits, huh?” You felt your cheeks get warm, nonetheless, you obeyed. He removed your bra as you laid back down on the bed. Gray took one look at what was in front of him before he started to caress your left boob.

“God I can’t wait to just devour you.” He growled before wrapping his lips around your right nipple. The more he sucked, the better it felt. You started to squirm under him at the sensation. You’ve heard of nipple play and nipple orgasms before, but you never thought you’d reach one. A feeling started to stir in your stomach and Gray noticed it too because he stopped immediately after.

“Why’d you stop? That felt so good.” You pouted, hitting him in his bicep. “I wanted to tease my girl. But don’t worry it’s all about you tonight.” He winks, taking your body while he presses more kisses against your stomach. Your pussy was so hot by now, that you’re sure he felt the heat. When he reached your panties, he lifted your body slightly so that he could slide them off.

“Y/N, how are you already soaking for me? I barely did anything.” He purrs, sliding his pointer and middle finger up your pussy in the shape of a “V”.

“Like you said I’m a needy girl…Daddy.” You figured you’d try something considering it’s your first night.

“Daddy huh? You’re dirtier than I thought, doll. Now let Daddy take care of you.” Grayson pressed a few more kisses across your thighs before he started eating you. His tongue was licking your folds like you were his last meal. You’ve always imagined what his tongue would feel like, but this exceeds your expectations.

Your hands found their way to his beautiful brown hair, tugging at what you could hold. A loud needy moan escapes your lips when you felt his tongue enter you. The louder you moaned, the tighter he gripped your thighs, his fingertips turning white.

“Fuck Grayson, your tongue feels so fucking good. Fuck!” You pant, starting to lose control as your hips buckled.

“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Y/N. You taste so sweet.” He whispered, lips glistening with your juices. You wanted to bring him up so that you could taste yourself, but then he sticks a finger in.

“Holy s-shit,” You managed to spit out, eyes rolling to the back of your head. This feels like heaven, you thought. The wet sounds of your pussy & your moans were filling up the room. “You like this huh? You dirty girl, tell Daddy how much you like it?” Grayson hissed, adding another finger which just drove you crazy.

“I love it, Daddy! Please I’m gonna cum!” You cry, almost yelling. “Mm not yet, you better fucking not.” He demanded, removing his mouth and fingers. This angered you once more, but you knew what was coming next. He got up to pull down his boxers and you saw his dick smack his stomach. You’ve seen him naked before but this was something else.

Grayson was huge and you being a virgin was about to be in for a “big” awakening. “You ready doll? I will go easy on you. Don’t wanna hurt my precious girl.” He smiles, caressing your cheek. “I’m ready, Gray.” You return the smile, anxious for what was to come.

He slowly slips it in and your eyes immediately go shut. Grayson hovered over you, arms by each side.

He was going slow as he said, but it took a minute for you to adjust to his size. When you were finally adjusted, you didn’t want him to stop. He noticed you were comfortable so he started to pick up the pace. “Oh...my...god,” You gasped in between thrusts. “How does it feel, baby? Am I doing good?” He asks, as one little curl fell across his forehead. “Good? You’re doing amazing, daddy. Go faster, harder..” You moaned as you gripped his arm.

Grayson followed your wishes and started pounding into full force. Moans and whimpers started to escape his lips as well as yours. “God damn Y/N, you’re so wet and creamy. I love the way you feel mama.” He whimpered softly, now grabbing both of your legs and putting them on his shoulders. He’s fucking you so hard now, you swear you’re seeing stars. “Don’t stop…please. Feels…so good.” You whined, watching your boobs move to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Play with yourself for me. I wanna see you touch that pussy of yours.” He slurred as you obeyed. You used your dominant hand to rub your clit in circles. “Yeah just like that. Don’t stop either, doll.” He moved your left leg to his right shoulder, which allowed him to move deeper into you.

You continued to play with yourself, your hand getting sloppier with each motion. You felt yourself reaching your high, but you couldn’t keep up for much longer. “Grayson I’m getting close, but my hand it’s getting tired.” You sighed, slowing down your pace.

“Keep playing until I tell you to stop.”

With that, he was using everything in his body now. The bed was shaking and the slaps of your bodies were all that was heard. “Fuck! Holy shit Grayson!” The sheets were coming off the bed because of how hard you were gripping them.

“Cum for me baby. Give it to me. I wanna feel you cream all over this dick.” He grunted as you felt yourself release on him. “Shit shit shit,” was the only thing you could say at this point while he was reaching his end too.

“Fuck doll, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re so good, baby shit!” You felt him release into you, his cum filling up your tiny hole as your body shook beneath him. Grayson slowly pulled out and you felt the mix of your cum and his leak out of your pussy.

He took his pointer finger, inserted it in you then put it in your mouth so you could taste the both of you. You licked his finger clean and he pressed his lips to yours so that he could have a taste as well. He laid down next to you, embracing your body in the process. He moved the sweaty hair from your face so that he could give you a forehead kiss.

“You were amazing, beautiful. I love how vocal you were.” He expressed, giving a kiss to your lips once more.

“So were you. I can’t believe I get to have you all to myself for the rest of my life.” You giggled as he laughs as well. “I wouldn’t want anyone else to have me. Nobody but you.” He responds which made your heart flutter. This is the man who you gave yourself and you couldn’t be happier.

“Goodnight Mr. Dolan.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Dolan.”

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