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Fuck You Too | G.D.

Part 2 of Hate You Too

A/N - surprise! why im posting so late, I couldn’t tell you but here we are. im so excited to share this part w y'all, and im currently obsessed with this whole story line at this point. pls lmk what you guys think!!!!! (and @vintagedolan is an amazing gifer and I will be using her gifs on everything I post but we knew I loved her from the start and anyways)

Word Count - 5.3k

Warnings - some nasty, some angst, nothing new

Kacey described it as a glow.

You hated that, because that made everything seem warm and magical and nice. That’s not what you were feeling, despite the new pep in your step.

But how were you supposed to tell Kacey you’d slept with her boyfriend’s twin that you despised and now you couldn’t stop thinking about it?

The worst part was everything was almost back to normal the next day. He was making rude comments, you were rolling your eyes, and you were flipping each other off by the time dinner came around all over again. But something felt a little different to you. The way his eyes shined a bit brighter when you caught him giving you a death glare, the way you thought about your late night activities with him whenever he flashed you his middle finger, a whole new meaning associated with the action.

You hated that he was giving you these new feelings. So you decided to hate him even more for it.

Luckily, since your mini vacation you’d been able to avoid seeing Grayson. And you thought you’d be able to continue that streak tonight. You and your friends were headed to your favorite bar for tequila tuesday. You didn’t typically participate in something that sounded like an excuse for a frat to throw down during the week, but between your constant thoughts of Grayson and your stress from heading back to work, you were in need of a midweek drink. Or ten.

So you got on your best top, your cutest jeans, your hottest shoes, and you made sure your hair and makeup were both perfect. Tonight was about distracting, about your “glow” becoming sweat from dancing with your friends, and maybe even having an actual excuse as to why you were less uptight because Kacey was getting way too suspicious for your liking.

When you first got there, your spirits were high. Your friends were quick to get some tequila in you, and before you knew it you had that warm feeling all over your body. You had hope, you were feeling good and loose, ready to forget everything that had been haunting you for almost two weeks.

But then the Dolans walked through the doors, and it was almost like you had this 6th sense they were there because the second Grayson was inside, your eyes met. You quickly moved your gaze elsewhere, anger already flowing through your veins alongside the alcohol that was continuing to fog your brain by the minute.

You hear Kacey greet Ethan excitedly, and turn your head to see her almost tackle him down. It makes you giggle to yourself because as much as you had wanted to hate them at first, they were cute as fuck. They almost made you want a relationship of your own. Almost.

“Already drunk?” The deep, and now familiar voice of Grayson comes from behind you, already way too close for comfort.

A scowl makes its way onto your face as you turn around, finding him almost directly behind you. You have to look up at him to see his face, and he looks plenty amused with how much he’s already gotten under your skin.

“Maybe. Does it matter to you?”

He shrugs casually, looking around and smiling at the rest of your friends before looking back down at you. “Not at all. Just something I’d expect from you.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes and pushing at his chest so you can step away from him. “Mind your fucking business, Dolan. I don’t even know why you’d come to a bar when you know you’re not gonna drink.”

“Oh, so I’m not welcome to hang out with you guys? That’s kind of mean, Y/N. Does alcohol make you mean?”

The teasing tone of his voice is only adding to your quickly building frustration as you take a large sip of your drink. “You haven’t seen mean from me yet.”

Before he gets a chance to respond, you walk over to Mila, a more than annoyed look on your face.

“Fuck that kid,” you mumble, finishing off the rest of your drink in a few gulps.

She laughs, shaking her head at you. “Easy there, tiger. You’ve already had four shots and two of those. You wanna be able to walk out of here by the end of the night?”

You roll your eyes, putting your empty cup on the table. “Fine, mom.”

“Damn, he’s been here for less than five minutes and you’re already a bitch,” she laughs, her eyes going to Grayson for a moment to watch him talk to Jas before she looks back at you.

“Can you blame me? He’s unbearable,” you whine, a pout on your lips. You feel a bit childish, but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. Grayson was a nuisance. A nuisance with a big dick. But definitely a nuisance.

“I think you’re literally the only one who feels that way,” she responds, her eyes clearly raking up and down his body, and you turn to do the same. The tight black long sleeve shirt defines his muscles quite nicely, and his jeans follow the curve of his ass.

You shake your head to bring you out of your trance, knowing yourself too well. Tequila made you horny, and you refused for him to be the one you wanted to spend the night with.

“He’s shallow, condescending, and straight up rude. I don’t get how any of you even like him.”

“You’re the only one he seems to be like that too, though. I wonder why.” Mila grabs her chin, tapping her lips as she tries to think of a reason.

You can’t help the anger that bubbles right back to the surface at her statement, though. That’s all everyone tells you. He’s so nice, and cares about others, and he makes people laugh and is a good time overall. It’s just you that he isn’t nice to. And they love to remind you every time he comes up in conversation, which is more often than you find necessary. They seem to literally swoon over him. You wonder if he’s fucked them too, and that’s how he has a hold over all of them. Maybe he thought it was what would make you like him more, but it didn’t fucking work and you despised how much of a cocky ass he was about fucking you.

So you do what you do best, and find the most attractive man you can. It’s almost laughable how much he looked like Grayson. He was about 6 foot, dark hair, beard, tattoos all over his legs, defined muscles, almost a Grayson look a like. But not quite. And fortunately enough for you, he was easy to woo because he was dragging you out of the bar not even an hour later to bring you back to his place. You hoped he was a distraction enough, finally no Grayson in site to continue to ruin any type of fun you were determined to have.

***

You were grateful that your friends so regularly opened their homes to you. It led to many nights spent at their pools, in their living rooms, cooking in their kitchens, that all created new amazing memories for you to remember forever.

And that’s what you guys were all doing tonight. You were at Mila’s pool, floating around with everyone and going over your weeks to catch up. That’s when Mila asked about the guy you went home with, and you decided now was your moment to finally brag about the man from the bar. He didn’t make you cum as hard as Grayson did, but he got the job done and you’ll be damned if you don’t let everyone know.

To be honest, when Grayson heard you talking, for a moment he couldn’t even blame you for fucking the guy and being so proud about it. But then he remembered it was you talking, and he instantly felt his blood pressure rise.

“His hands were just so...big. And his hand print was bruised on me literally until this morning.”

All the girls around you giggle, ignoring Grayson's looming presence as he wafted in the water closer and closer, trying to seem as casual as possible with his back turned to you all.

“Oh my god and the way he just manhandled me, he picked me up without even batting an eye. It was fucking amazing.”

“Ugh, you’re really out here living the dream,” Mila sighs out, a pout adorning her lips.

“For real, Y/N, you gotta give us all the tips,” Jas adds, a knowing smirk on her face. You roll your eyes before looking at the other girls again.

Before you can respond with anything, Ethan is announcing dinner and the girls are dispersing. You decide to float around for a few minutes alone, wanting the space before you’re back at the dinner table with everyone.

“So he’s got nice hands?”

You jump and cover your mouth, fear shooting through your body for a moment as you turn to see Grayson in the water with you.

“Jesus fucking christ you dick. How long have you been stalking me?”

He rolls his eyes, sinking into the water so that just his neck and head are above it. “It’s a small ass pool, I’m not stalking you.”

You huff, looking over to see all of your friends starting to get their food and sit around the table that’s blocked by the fire pit. You could see them, but they could barely see you. “Aren’t you going to eat or some shit?”

“Aren’t you?”

“God you’re annoying.” You decide to move and float on your back, closing your eyes so you can do your best to ignore him.

“Bet he didn’t make you cum as hard as I did.”

You groan, clenching your fists as heated anger shoots through you. Of course he’s right, but he shouldn’t know it. “You’re such a fucking boy. Not everything is a damn competition. But, if it was, he won.”

For a minute you’re met with silence, and you think maybe he’s actually going to leave you alone.

“Liar.”

“Oh my god,” you sigh, shifting your body to be upright again. You’re met with his smug face, muscles bulging as his skin drips with water from the pool. For a second you think about how he definitely looks better than the other guy would dripping wet like that, but you shut it down real fast. “First, you need to put your ego in check. This may come as a shock to you, but you’re not some god on earth. Second, stop talking about this shit while our friends are here. They don’t need to know shit happened.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I definitely don’t want them knowing I slept with the fake ass princess of town. I’m just saying it’s a shame you think you’ll ever get better dick than mine.”

“You are such a fucking asshole. Like a grade A, picture perfect image of an asshole.” You start to swim to the edge, over his antics. Your patience for him is thin to start, and he’s pushed your buttons enough for you to need another two weeks of not seeing his stupid face. You reach for the deck, getting ready to pull yourself out when you feel two large hands grip your waist, forcing you to stay shoulder deep in the water. You couldn’t stand here, but he could.

“Running away from your problems, like always?” His voice is right in your ear and you’re sure if you shift your head just a tiny bit you’d feel his lips there as well.

“So you finally admit you’re a problem?”

He chuckles softly, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. “Maybe. But you’re not much better.”

You cock your head to move farther from his, almost as if you’re considering his words. “Maybe,” you mock him, your muscles tensing as one of his hands slowly moves to the front of your bathing suit. His fingers dip in, quickly finding your clit and getting to work. You hate that your body naturally responds as you relax like putty in his grip, your legs spreading. “But at least I don’t have to trap random girls in a pool with me to reassure my fat fucking ego.”

He bites his lip, temporarily ignoring your words and he continues to circle your clit. He listens to your quiet whimpers as you do what you can to stay silent, both for the sake of not feeding further into his pride and to keep your activities a secret.

Soon your chest is rising and falling quickly and you’re grateful you’re in a pool because there would be no other way to explain the drips of sweat on your hairline. You can feel the fire in the pit of your stomach slowly growing, spreading throughout your entire body.

“Interesting you think you’re a random girl,” he mumbles into your ear before removing himself completely from you.

You gasp, quickly coming back to reality as your orgasm fades into the past, watching him pull himself out of the pool next to you. It should honestly be illegal how good his back looked when doing that.

He looks down at you, annoying ass smirk and all with his hands on his hips as he watches you try to process everything that just happened. “Going to eat. Or some shit.”

And with that he leaves you alone in the pool, cheeks flushed, pussy clenching and a whole lot to think about.

***

“You’ve got the new dick glow girl, I’m telling you.”

“Oh jesus, Kace. It’s not even 9 in the morning,” you huff, sitting across from her at your table, breakfast in hand.

“You have been happier lately,” Ethan chimes in as he watches you begin to eat the vegan french toast he claims will change your world.

You take a bite, shaking your head. “That’s not a thing, and even if it were I don’t have it. Haven’t had dick in a week.”

Although that’s technically true, your mind can’t help but go to the pool from a few days ago. There was no dick involved, but it definitely made you flush a bit. There was definitely no glow, though. If anything it was from embarrassment that you let Grayson touch you again. Or, that’s what you tell yourself, at least.

“Well you’re acting like you’re getting dick every night. Was it so good you masturbate thinking about it every night?”

“Oh jesus christ.”

Ethan turns bright red as Kacey laughs and you rub your face in your hands. Her accusations aren’t wrong, but telling her would mean telling them that Grayson was the one haunting you while you laid awake, chasing sleep but his body, his hands, his everything wouldn’t leave you alone until you did something about it.

“Oh my god, is it the feelings glow? Do you like the guy?” Kacey continues to laugh, wiggling her eyebrows as you make a face of disgust.

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to date anyone right now, and I don’t know anyone who I’d be willing to give up my single life for. Ethan,” you turn to him pointing your fork at him. “Good luck, she’s fucking crazy today.” You stand, grabbing your plate and walking towards your room. “Now I need to get ready, so stop talking about my fucking glow that doesn’t exist.”

The couple wait a few moments to hear your music blasting before Kacey turned to Ethan.

“God, she’s got it for someone. Think it’s the guy from the bar?” She wonders aloud, watching Ethan inhale what’s left of the french toast he served himself.

He shrugs. “Dunno. What exactly is the ‘new dick glow’?”

“It’s when a girl starts getting dicked down, but like actually dicked down, not just by a guy who has a ten second stroke game. Whoever the guy is definitely fucked her right, because Y/N never gets the new dick glow. She hasn’t made a joke about guys not knowing where the clit is for almost three weeks, which might be a record.”

Ethan scoffs, looking down the hall and then back at Kacey. “I know where the clit is.”

Kacey laughs, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “I know, baby. That’s why I’m dating you. You gave me the new dick glow.”

He smirks, crossing his arm over his chest. “Fuck yeah I did.”

“But that’s why I wanna know who it is, because Y/N deserves to be happy with someone who makes her happy. The only reason she got defensive was because I’m right.”

Ethan nods in agreement, thinking to himself for a moment.

“Is there a guy equivalent to the new dick glow?”

“Well, any guy who likes dick can get the new dick glow.”

“No, I mean like would I have gotten a new pussy glow when we started fucking?”

Kacey sits back in her chair, running her tongue over her teeth as she thinks before shrugging. “I mean I guess. Any pussy to a guy is good pussy for the most part, though. It’d have to be a girl they’re really into to get a glow.”

Ethan hums, clearly lost in his thoughts. Kacey raises her brow, sitting up to grab her fork. “Why, do you think you got the glow when we started seeing each other?”

“Oh 100%,” he nods, resting his elbow on the table to put his head in his hand while he looks over at her. “But that doesn’t surprise me. I just think Grayson might have the new pussy glow.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Ethan nods, now even more confident in his conclusion. “He’s just been more energetic than normal, and he hasn’t mentioned how desperately single he is since our beach weekend.”

“Who’s he been seeing?”

“That’s the thing,” he huffs, the frustration clearly starting to build as he racks his brain to put the puzzle pieces together without success. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen anyone new, and when he’s talking to his new soulmate of the month he doesn’t shut the fuck up about her before he even knows her last name. But none of them have ever given him the pussy glow, not like this.”

“Wow, the odds Y/N and Grayson get the glow at the same time? Maybe they’ll finally be able to stand one another,” Kacey jokes.

“What if they’re fucking each other and that’s why they’ve got the glow?” Ethan laughs, shaking his head before continuing to eat.

Kacey laughs with him at first, but then her face falls when she thinks about it.

“You said Gray stopped complaining about being single after the beach weekend?”

Ethan nods, looking at her confused.

“That’s when Y/N stopped with the hating all men jokes.”

They both sit there for a moment, watching each other.

“Nah, there’s no way. Grayson can barely stand to be around Y/N for five minutes. There’s no way she could give him the glow,” Ethan speaks up first, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” Kacey sighs, a slight frown forming on her lips. “You’re right. Would kinda be the perfect love story, though.”

***

2:53 am.

That’s the time your phone says it is.

And somehow you’re wide awake, Grayson haunting your thoughts.

You’re not sure if it’s the exhaustion or the way he seems to consume every part of your mind and body that has you opening your messages with him. There’s only a handful of texts there, all of them short. Your last conversation with him was from when you were out with your friends, but Kacey and Ethan had too much fun too fast. They needed to get home, and being the best best friend, you willingly put your ego on the line by texting Grayson to come get them.

fine.

That one word was staring at you, mocking you almost from the screen, knowing that despite how much love Grayson has for his brother, he was still barely willing to do what you asked just due to the fact it was coming from you. It made a small pang of sadness shoot through you, but it was quickly overpowered by anger, and that anger was only heightened by the fact that his snappy attitude and the way he was able to get such a rise out of you made you so fucking wet.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts when you see the three dots pop up on the screen in front of you for a few seconds before they disappear. You hold your breath, unable to move from the anxiety of being caught staring at these messages looming over you for no reason. It was probably him trying to reach someone else and he didn’t realize he was typing to you.

But then they pop up again, and for almost a full minute before they went away again.

You lay there, waiting to see if he’ll actually say anything to you, but the three dots don’t come back. The time at the top of your screen says 3:01, and you can’t believe he’d even be up right now. Hell, someone probably had his phone and was trying to text you as a prank or something.

But fuck it. You wanted dick, his dick.

you up

You press send before you can think too hard about it, knowing if you let one brain cell evaluate your decision, you wouldn’t have done it.

As you read the message back to yourself, you see why. What kind of douche ass shit was that? That’s something you’d expect Grayson to send you, not the other way around. What were you going to say after he responds? If he responds. What would you say the next time you saw him if this didn’t go as planned? What even was the fucking plan?

As you continue to spiral, your phone dings and lights up in your face, his name popping up.

what do you want

You purse your lips together, surprised by his response. First, the fact he responded and also by the fact he didn’t totally dismiss you either.

But how the fuck do you respond to that?

You decide honesty is the best policy, and at this point there isn’t anything you could do too make things worse than they are because they are already so fucking bad.

thinking about your dick

Shit. You can practically feel his ego growing from your comfortable position under your sheets, even though he lives almost a half hour away. Maybe you should start consulting your brain cells after all.

did you just fucking booty call me 😂

Great. Just more fuel for him to add to the fire.

no. it was a text and i didnt ask you to come over.

thats a shame

You sit there dumbfounded, his response confusing you even more than every feeling he stirs up inside of you. Did he want to come over? Was he thinking about fucking you? Did he actually mean to try and text you before and pussy out?

Ethan and Kacey were at the guys’ house, leaving you alone in the apartment. Realistically, you could totally have him over for a quick fuck without them noticing, as long as he snuck out and back in without waking either of them up. Did you trust him to be able to do that? No. Did you care about that more than getting fucked?

guess im going to bed

A double text from the Grayson Dolan himself. Maybe you weren’t the only desperate one here.

what would you do if you werent going to bed rn

if it were up to me id come fuck you

gonna unlock my door. don’t let k or e hear

You throw your phone face down on the bed as you get up, slight panic running through you. This could quite literally be the dumbest thing you’ve done in a long ass time, and especially sober.

But there’s no time to harp on that, preparing for Grayson’s possible arrival taking the cake. So you get up, moving to the front door and unlocking it before rushing back to your room to get ready. You do what you can to freshen up, changing into just an oversized shirt for easy access, and cleaning up the room, doing what you can to make it as nice as possible. He’d never been there before, and you had no interest in him picking apart anything before getting to what you really want.

Just as you’re fluffing your pillows, you hear the front door open and shut. Butterflies explode in your stomach, nerves you’d been ignoring unable to hide deep within you anymore as you anticipate finally seeing him after what felt like so long.

You check the time on your phone. 3:33. Only a few minutes earlier than you thought he would get here.

You turn as soon as you hear your bedroom door opening. His wide shoulders take up the majority of your doorframe, his white shirt tight across his chest, and his casual stance making you practically drool. And you let yourself enjoy, taking in his athletic shorts that show he is definitely not wearing anything underneath and he is also definitely excited to be there.

He chuckles, crossing his hands over his chest. “Did you tell me to come here just to check me out?”

The minute you hear his voice, your eyes quickly meet his, and his gaze seems to be burning into you.

“Dunno. Do you know how to do anything besides stand there and look pretty?”

He rolls his eyes, making his way into the room and kicking his sneakers off as he gets closer to you. “You and I both know I can do a lot more than that.”

“You’re gonna have to remind me, then,” you hum, a smirk on your face as he finally grips your waist, pushing you gently against the bed so that you have to sit in front of him.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

Your hands come to rest on his biceps as he grabs your chin to lean down and kiss you. His lips are soft against yours, moving slower than you expected. The kiss is sensual, slow and hot as he makes sure you can feel every part of his mouth on yours. You bring a hand to his wrist, the sensation of finally having his lips on yours making your head spin. You’d missed it more than you’d like to admit.

He begins pushing your body down so you’re lying on your back, your shirt riding up your thighs and exposing the warm skin there. He rests his free hand by the side of your head to lean his body over yours, his knees resting on the edge of the bed in between your legs. You could feel his hard dick against your abdomen and you moan against his lips just at the thought of finally having him again.

He pulls away from your mouth for a moment, both of your breathing a bit more ragged than before as you look into each other's eyes for what feels like the first time. It’s pretty dark in your room, the lamp in the corner the only source of light, but you can still see all the different colors and emotions that seem to be dancing behind his irises.

You lick your lips and pull on his wrist to bring his face back to yours and he seems to hesitate for a moment before conceding, meeting your lips with his again for a moment before dragging them down to your chin. His kisses along the skin there are lighter and quicker, until he is finally trailing them down your neck and finding the spot there that makes you gasp.

He pays attention to this spot, kissing and sucking until you’re sure there’s a bruise there, but you can’t bring yourself to care.

While he focuses on your neck, he lets go of your chin to drag his hand leisurely down your body and to the hem of your shirt. His fingertips dance along the skin just below it, and you feel the goosebumps quickly forming in a trail behind them. He pushes the shirt up slowly, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your skin that hadn’t left his mind since the last time he had been able to touch it.

He grabs the collar of your shirt from the inside, his forearm pushing the fabric up to completely expose your body while also showing some new skin where your neck meets your chest. He lets his lips drag down there, and you let out a breathy sigh of contentment.

“So soft for me,” he mumbles, and you melt into the way his tongue feels against your skin, his hand moving from your collar to your chest and allowing his finger to brush over your nipple

“Grayson,” you mumble, eyes closed as you enjoy his soft touches, but the warmth coming from them is overwhelming. It was caring, gentle, even nice. That’s not what you need from him, though. Not when you’ve already been so confused.

“Hm?” He hums against your skin, licking over the dark spot there.

“Gonna put a pep in your step or what? Thought you came here to fuck me.”

He lifts his head at that, his eyebrows quirked as he looks at you confused. “No build up allowed?”

You huff, assuming he’s only acting this way to get a rise out of you. He wants to hear how ready you are from him, and at this point you don’t care because you want to get your shit rocked.

“I don’t need the buildup, that’s some romantic ass shit. You’d know I’m wet as shit if you touched me where I know you want to.”

You swear you saw disappointment rush over his features for a split second before they harden, his jaw tightening.

“I wasn’t being romantic, I was just doing what I always fucking do!” He stands from above you, backing away as he rests his hands on his hips.

You sigh before sitting up, assuming he’s just throwing a fit and will get over himself to finally do what you’ve both been anticipating.

“That was some soft shit, Gray. Last time you literally told me all the things you hate about me.”

He groans and mumbles under his breath as he closes his eyes to collect himself. You lean back on your hands, amusedly watching him try not to completely lose his shit.

“Do you always have to be such a fucking bitch?”

His words make the smirk fall from your face, and they cut way deeper than you’d expect. You can see from the look on his face that he’s not teasing you, he really meant what he said. You’re not sure if he expected an answer, but before you can think of anything rational, your anger takes over.

“I’d rather be a bitch than a fucking idiot?”

“Oh, so caring about people makes me a fucking idiot?” Grayson’s teeth clench, his skin still red as his fingernails dig into his palms.

“No, caring about you would make me an idiot,” you do your best to be as nonemotional as possible, pushing the anger that is aiming to match his down while ignoring the implication that he cares about you. Of course, anger is a secondary emotion, and the fear of actually caring for someone you’re supposed to hate is what’s triggered your fight or flight, but that’s something for you to work on alone. Or in therapy. But not with Grayson.

He scoffs. “You know what Y/N? Fuck you.”

He walks around the room, gathering the few things he brought with him before slamming your bedroom door.

You let all of the emotional baggage of the past ten minutes take over, tears quickly filling your eyes as you mumble, “fuck you too.”

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ride-a-dolan · 5 years

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“Edge” feat. Grayson Dolan

Summary: You’ve teased Grayson while he was away and he’s gonna make sure you learn your lesson.

Type: Smut. Detailed smut.

Warnings: Public foreplay, delayed orgasm (edging), oral sex (male), dirty little talk, strong language, hints at daddy!kink, smut.

A/N: I told you, I’m back. Go big or go home! 😜

Sorry for any mistakes in this.

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Grayson was unlike anyone else you’d dated before.

He had an air of innocence, the type that fooled your parents into thinking he was a good boy. The type to only want to hold your hand and give you long, lingering kisses as he brought you home on time. It wasn’t a lie, he was a good boy but you loved it when he was bad. He could change that image within seconds. He’d swap his boyish charm to filth at the drop of a hat. He could kiss you, leave your legs weak and trembling, he could tell you how beautiful you looked and would wait for the smile to appear on your face before telling you “how much more beautiful you’d look with my cock in your throat.”

You loved his filthy mouth. Especially when he was deep inside of you, fucking you into oblivion. It was the hottest thing you’d ever heard. And tonight was no exception. He’d come home after several weeks of filming for MTV and declared he was hungry and wanted to take you out. He’d been excited, clutching your hand as he pulled you towards the Uber. His hands were on you the whole time; either on your waist, in your hair, cupping your jaw or on your ass. He didn’t mind PDA but fully understands time and place is essential. Little did you know, this would be the start of the teasing that he had in mind.

“Fuck I’ve missed you baby,” he says several minutes after you arrived to the restaurant and sat at your table that had your main course is placed in front of you both within seconds.

“I’ve missed you too.” He licks his lips, his eyes glancing around to see if anyone is looking. He pushes his plate closer to yours and moves his cutlery before shuffling his seat closer. “Gray, no.” You know where this is going and despite your words saying no, your core clenches and you feel wetness begin to soak your panties.

“No? You don’t want my fingers inside that tight pussy of yours?” He whispers, his lips brushing yours and his husky tone driving you crazy. To anyone watching, they’d see a loved-up couple stealing a few kisses between eating their meal. They can’t see the way his hand inches up your thigh or hear the way your breathing catches in your throat. “Because I’ve fucking thought about it every day that I’ve been away.” You regret wearing a skirt, something that can be easily lifted by him and used against you. You also hate yourself for shifting in your seat and opening your legs further so he has full access to your soaking entrance. “Look at you. You’re saying no but I can feel the heat from between your thighs from where my fingers are. Tell me to stop,” he says suddenly, his eyes meeting yours. As dirty as he was, it brought a smile to your lips that he was still asking permission. You shake your head, you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted his fingers knuckle deep and giving you pleasure. Not that you voice this. “In case haven’t told you yet, you look beautiful tonight baby girl,” he smiles at you sweetly despite the actions of his hand. They continue to inch towards the exact spot where you’re dangerously close to begging him to be. You know he loves to hear you beg, it was something that turned him on. He loved to know he was driving you crazy and loved to hear just how aroused and needy he was making you. “I bet you’re so wet for me already aren’t you and I haven’t even touched you. Just wait until I’m tongue deep and you’re squirting for me.” Your hand touches his knee and you begin the same journey upwards. “Who says you can touch?” He asks with a raised eyebrow as your fingers dance over his thick cock that’s straining against his jeans. He smirks when he feels your thighs tense as you feel how hard he is for you already. “You like that? Knowing how much I want you?” He asks as his fingers stroke over the edging of your panties. The gentle, ever so light touch sends ripples of need throughout you. He rub over your clothed clit. Your hips buck instantly, needing to feel more of him.

The hand gripping your fork tightens and you swallow hard, snapping your head to face him. “Grayson.” You mutter as a warning though you’re not sure if its for him to continue without teasing or to stop because you’ll not make it very long if he continues and you’d really rather not ruin a restaurant chair with your orgasm. “Don’t do this. Not here..” You try to distract yourself by stabbing at your food and shoving it into your mouth as quickly as possible.

You curse yourself for telling him one night that you’d always wanted to tease or be teased whilst out having dinner. Where neither of you could stop the other and you’d have to accept whatever it was that they wanted to do. Within reason. It was much easier for him to play and have fun, his hand gestures much more subtle than the way your hand would be as it stroked his impressive sized cock.

“I’m not doing anything.” He plays it innocent. “Looks like you’re hungry.” Grayson comments as his fingers brush over your clit again. You let the breath out through your nose and you concentrate on chewing the best you can. You have to get through this meal. You’ve just got to. Your eyes dart around the room, checking that no one has noticed what’s happening. You know they can’t see anything, the tablecloth drapes over the edge and covers your lap. There’s no way anyone can see your skirt pushed up to your hips and two of his fingers rubbing over your swollen nub and dragging them down your slit. He probes your entrance through your panties and the low throaty groan he voices makes you throb. “God you’re so wet.”

You grind yourself into his fingers, needing more pressure than he’s currently giving you. His underwear covered fingers enter you slightly, teasing you, wanting to see how far you’ll let him go. In retaliation, palm him through his jeans, running your finger and thumb over the swollen head of his cock, smiling to yourself when you hear his moan.

“What’s wrong baby? Wish it was my tongue instead of my fingers?” You ask him.

“What’s wrong princess?” he says in the same tone as you, “want my dick where my fingers are?” he gives you a hard stare, the two fingers he’s been teasing you with pause but you feel the last two pull the side of your underwear aside and only then does he move the two partially inserted ones. With your pussy full exposed to anyone who may drop something to the floor and look under the tablecloth, Gray brushes two same two fingers over your wet folds.

He licks his lips and hisses at just how wet you are. “Well baby, looks like you’re dripping for me.” His wet fingers circle your sensitive nub, coating it in your juices until they find the spot that has your legs shaking. He pauses there, keeping at exactly the right pace that builds your climax as he leisurely begins to fork his own food and takes a mouthful. He raises his eyebrow as he looks at you, daring you to make a noise. When you don’t, he presses a little harder, smiling when you whimper slightly. Pulling your hand away from his crotch, you reach for your wine glass and take a lengthy gulp of it.

He grins to himself as he feels your legs tremble against his and hears the way your breath quickens and deepens. The knot in your stomach tightens, your toes curl in your shoes and your legs begin to shake as your orgasm almost reaches it’s peak when he pulls his fingers from you. He waits as you seethe at him.

“What the fuck was that?” You ask.

“I don’t know what you mean.” He says as he pushes the food around on his plate. Despite him having much less time to eat than you have, he’s almost cleared his. He takes another mouthful and cheerfully eats it as his fingers drag down your core and dip inside just enough for you to feel it, just enough for your walls to close around his digits, wanting them inside you for some sort of relief.

“Look at you baby, you’re such a mess.”

“There’s teasing,” you hiss at him, “and there’s being a jackass.”

“Well, baby.” He says, his fingers plunging into you as deeply as they can go. They slide into you effortlessly and you’re not oblivious to the soft wet sound of his knuckles hitting your skin as they become coating in your juices as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. “You shouldn’t have been naughty and played while I was away. I specifically told you not to and I said you’d be rewarded if you were a good girl.”

Grayson slows his fingers, gently slipping them in and out of you, occasionally scissoring them out to stretch you out before pushing his fingers back inside you; curling them upwards and brushing them against your g-spot. Not fully, just enough for you to feel it.

It seemed like such a good idea, sending him nudes, sending him pictures of your hand between your thighs and videos of you in the dark, whimpering his name, telling him how good you felt. How wet you were and how much you wanted to choke on his dick. He didn’t need to see your face or see between your legs to know you were playing, that you were getting yourself off. He could hear it in your voice. Gray knew it wasn’t put on or faked. He knew you were coming, your orgasm spurting through your fingers as he called his name out. And to deprive him of that sight? Well, it was worth a punishment for, or so you thought at the time. Now he was here, teasing, edging you and taking his time with such glee, you began to doubt if it really was worth it after all.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as his thumb begins to circle your clit in time with his fingers. It’s a disgustingly pleasurable mix and you feel your orgasm taking shape once more. They move together with such precision that you hate him for knowing your body so well. He stops again as you near your release. “I’m so sorry. What do you want me to do? Do you want me to make it up to you? Is that what this is?”

“Eat up.” He answers, fully removing his hand and pulling your underwear back into place. He spoons the last forkful into his mouth, chewing quickly and swallowing before lifting the two fingers to his mouth and sucks on them, licking your wetness from them.

You glare at him as you stab at your food. “You’re leaving me like this? All to make a fucking point.” You stab at your food again angrily. The pleasure he’d given you now merely a memory, though your core still pulses. Unbel-fucking-ievable. “if you think I’m giving you anything later then you’re mistaken.” He says nothing, just smirks at you before downing the rest of his own drink. You finish the rest of your food, drink the rest of your wine and adjust your skirt before standing up.

Smoothing it down over your thighs, you get to your feet and stalk towards the entrance. “Dinner is on you by the way,” you call out to him over your shoulder before pushing open the doors and heading onto the street but not before you hear his chuckling behind you.

He catches up to you within minutes, his fingers lacing with yours. You want to pull your hand away but in all honesty, you’ve missed feeling his hand in yours, even if it’s just loosely.

“Are you still mad?” He asks you after a few minutes.

“No.” You are.

“So you’ll not want me to fuck you then.”

“You’ll probably only put the tip in and stop then too.” You comment bitterly causing him to laugh.

Things didn’t get easier as you’d travelled home. There was a tensioned silence in the Uber back to his place. His hand skims over the skin between your knee and the hem of your skirt, though it never ventures higher, it keeps you on edge and thinking of what he’d done over dinner.

No sooner had the key turned in the door to his apartment, he’s pushing you through it. He slams the door closed and you against the wall, his body pinning yours as his lips meet your neck. Thankfully, Ethan isn’t home.

You barely have time to gasp when he sucks on your pulse point, his hands slowly run down over your ribs and rests on your hips, stopping you from bucking them towards him. He nibbles your skin, his teeth graze you, his tongue soothes it before he kisses lower.

“Gray.” You moan softly. He pulls away from you briefly before claiming your mouth with his. He kisses you with unexpected softness. His lips moving against yours, with such need that you almost buckle beneath him. When you moan again, he slips his tongue between your open lips and deepens the kiss.

You reach up, grip his hair and hold him closely to you. You can’t move your body away from the wall but it doesn’t stop you from circling your hips against him or feel his hardening cock against your hip as you do so.

“Grayson please.” You whine.

“Tell me what you want.” He says, nipping at your jaw.

“I need you. Fuck I need you inside me and I need you to make me cum.”

“Is that all?” He asks, his mouth dipping lower. “Strip. But leave this.” He adds, motioning to your pleated mini skirt.

You make quick work of your clothes. Running into his bedroom, almost tearing them from your body in attempt to please your boyfriend. You stand before him when he arrives to the doorway, in only the skirt, your thighs now coated with your wetness, more so as his eyes skim over you. There was something sexy about the way Grayson always looked at you. The two of you were by no means virgins before getting together, but when he casts his eyes over you? It’s like no one else existed. He hungrily stares at you, his eyes dropping to your breasts. You hated them and were always insecure but he wastes no time by sucking a nipple between his lips and tongues it into a hard peak.

You moan, your hands gripping his hair as one of his hands tweaks at the other. He playfully bites at you, releasing your nipple with a wet pop before crossing over to the other. He repeats it, your back arching to his mouth, needing to finally feel him where you’ve been wanting him. He kisses his way between your breasts, over your stomach as both of his hands run up your legs to your inner thighs. You shiver uncontrollably as his hands and mouth move closer and closer to your pussy and he kneels before you.

His hands push your skirt up, just like in the restaurant only this time, you’re fully exposed to him. He smirks to himself, pressing his lips to your inner thigh and nibbles his way up to your folds before starting again on the other thigh. When his mouth reaches your core again, he swipes his tongue over your clit, your head falls back and you moan. He flicks his tongue down and licks at the wetness there oh so briefly before sitting back on his heels.

“Changed my mind. I’ll savour it another day.” He doesn’t give you a moment to think, his arms are around your waist, pulling you to the floor. He straddles your chest as he unbuckles his belt with one hand and unbuttons and unzips his jeans with the other.

“You said you wanna make it up to me?” You didn’t think his voice could drop deeper or huskier but it has. His eyes darken as he pushes his jeans down slightly and reaches into his boxers to pull his cock from them. “Then open your mouth baby girl and take this.” His hand works the head of his cock. You watch as his fist circles it, pumping it in ways you wish your hands would. He leans forward, placing a hand above your head on the floor and angles the tip of his thick dick to your lips. Your tongue flicks over the tip, laps over the slit and licks away at the small beads of pre-cum there.

Your eyes meet his as you sink your lips over the head and take the first two inches with ease.

“Fuck, ” Grayson groans as you continue to take him into your mouth, your eyes closing and your gag reflex kicking in as he nudges the back of your throat. “That’s it baby, just like that.” His hips move, slipping his erection in and out of your mouth. You know he’s holding back, that he really wants to fuck your mouth the way he would bury himself inside of your core but the sight of him straddling you, watching his cock sink in and out of your lips is enough.

Gray’s breathing deepens, his stare firmly on your lips as he watches himself move within you. He loved to watch himself penetrate you, though when he’s inside of your core he prefers to watch your face. Knowing he was getting off on the sight of you as well as the feel of you is something that never failed to turn you on too.

He pushes his luck, his hips inching forward more until he’s fully inside your mouth and throat. Your eyes stream, your throat tries to close up, trying to push his thickness from it. When he feels you choke around him he pulls out, spit dangling from the tip to your lips.

You gulp in air, thankful for the ability to breathe again so easily. Tears are still streaming down your cheeks as you look up at him. His hand closes over his length, stroking himself; your spit lubricating it for his large hand as it glides up and down his shaft before curving over the head and back down again. You can’t stop staring and you feel your clit throb. “See, what I’m tryin’ to figure out, is how to fuck you.” The raspy voice that drives you crazy at the best of times, let alone while you watch his hand work on his dick, has goosebumps erupting over you as you wonder exactly what he has in mind.

“I’d have thought you’d figure out how to have sex by now. Poor boy.” You tease. He narrows his eyes at you.

“Oh baby,” he leans forward, his lips brushing your ear, “and to think I was considering taking it easy on you.”

Grayson moves quickly, his hand leaves his cock and he pushes to his feet. He pauses to pull his boxers back up, covering his length before he grasps your wrist and pulls you to your feet too and leads you over to his bed. He shoves your shoulder, knocking you backwards onto the bed and covers your body with his. His lips are on yours, kissing you hard and passionately. You lock your feet around his waist and cross them over at the ankles at his lower back. You fist his hair, ensuring he stays in place to kiss you harder.

You love kissing him. Love how he pours everything he’s feeling whether it’s happy, pissed off or sad, everything goes into it. There were times where he’d given you a half assed kiss but once you’d rang your tongue over his bottom lip and nibbled on it, he’d moaned and given you so much more and everything you’d wanted. Grayson had the ability to make you completely weak from his kisses alone but team it with what he’s doing now? Grinding his hardened dick between your open legs, rubbing against your clit with his covered length, it sends you into a frenzy.

“Baby please, stop playing and just fuck me.”

He looks down at you and smiles. “I love it when you come undone. But since you asked so nicely by saying please…” he leans back on his heels and runs his hands down your sides. “Turn over, on your knees.”

You comply, getting to your knees and dropping your face to the mattress. He runs his hands over your exposed back, following your spine until it reaches the waistband of your skirt. He flips the skirt up, it pans out over your back rather than covering your ass. You open your legs wider and he groans.

“Fuck you have such a beautiful pussy, I know I said I wouldn’t but when it’s there all tempting and shit,” you feel him move behind you, his palms now pressing against the backs of your thighs as you wait for him to do something. He kisses around his hand and nibbles his way from your thighs to your wet folds.

You groan, push your ass back and force your pussy against his mouth needing to feel him. His tongue pushes through your lips and laps at the wetness there again. You shudder against him as his tongue drives inside of you, darting in and out earning him a low moan from you as you bury your face into the sheets. You feel him move, a hand leaves your thigh and grabs your hair, jerking your head back.

“When I’m eating you out I want to hear you. You don’t deserve my mouth after all,” his body moves, you can’t work out what he’s doing until you feel his tip pushing through your folds. “Just know, we could have had nice sex.” He says, pushing into you, stretching your walls around him to their fullest as you take his thick cock within you. “But no, you had to tease,” he says, pausing for you to get used to being filled by him. When you circle your pussy against him and push back to let him know he can begin to move, he pulls out half way and slams back into you, “you had to drive me crazy and make me so hard.” He thrusts into you again and again as he says each word. “You made me want you and that whore mouth of yours.”

You want to drop your head again, but his hand continues to fist your hair, holding your head up and forcing each and every noise that escapes your lips to fill the room and cause his cock to throb within you. He replaces his hand, moving it from your leg to your waist to get a better grip, enabling him to enter you harder and deeper each time. “You like that babygirl? When I fuck you like this?” You want to reply “yes daddy,” after he too had confessed the idea of you calling him so turned him on. If he was denying you any sort of pleasure then you’d deny him satisfaction in this way too.

“Yes,” you pant, “yes I love it when you fuck me like this.” you meet his thrusts halfway, pushing yourself back as he drives his hips forward, pounding into you with such force you think your knees may give way.

You cry out his name repeatedly while his hips slam home. No-one made you feel as desired as Grayson had. Even now as he fucks his frustrations out on you, you know it’s because you made him feel this way by sending him those nudes, those videos of you touching yourself and whimpering his name.

“Do you wanna cum for me?” He all but whispers.

“Uh huh,” is all you can manage as you bite down hard on your lip. His hand leaves your hair, and slips down your back, over your hip and between your legs. His fingertips brush over your swollen nub and causes your legs to quiver. The hand that holds onto your waist inches forward, spreading out over your stomach and holding you still, pulling you back onto his cock as he drills into you. His fingers circle in the same pace as he enters you.

Your mouth drops open, your eyes begin to blur and any dwindling flickers of heat that were before burst throughout your body, setting every nerve alight. The sensation of his cock filling you completely, how he continues to talk to you, telling your how fucking amazing you feel around his dick, how you’re so sexy and that he loves you, you’re on the brink of your orgasm. “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to.” He demands. He bucks his hips, the sound of your skin slapping together hits your ears as you try to hold it back, not wanting to break another of his rules. You want to finish, you need to finish and he can so very easily take that away from you within seconds. “Are you ready? You gonna cum for me right…” you know he’s close, his pace is altering and he’s hitting you deeper than before, “now.” He says, his fingers slapping against your clit and your climax hits. Your vision distorts, no noise leaves your mouth but you feel your orgasm drip from you as you pulse and clench around him.

Expletives fall from Gray’s tongue and he follows in four deep, hard thrusts, spilling everything that he can give you inside of you. You slump forward, pulling your body away from him and feel him pull out as a result.

“Tell me something,” he says, his breathing uneven, “have you learnt your lesson?”

You turn your head to look at him. He’s simply beautiful post-sex. “If I’m going to pull a stunt like that again make sure it’s a long time before you come home so you forget?” You grin at him and flutter your lashes.

“Wrong answer. Damn woman, what am I going to do with you?”

“Feed me, love me and fuck me.”

“You’re perfect. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He pulls his boxers up, leans forward and presses his lips to yours.

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heartbreakdolan · 6 years

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Quickie (G.D.)

original a/n from June: Hi hello yes so I know Coachella was like two months ago, but I promised I would write one for Gray too, and I realised I’ve written way more Ethan smut than Gray smut, and inspiration struck this morning so here we are updated a/n: Yeah... so it’s September now (and almost the end). It’s been a while since I wrote anything, so here’s this. It’s not super graphic, bc I’m not that good at writing stuff like that lol. Thank you for being so incredibly patient with me. Love you guys x

Summary: the heat and fun of the festival leads to mutual frustration, and ultimately car smut with Grayson

You let out a heavy sigh as you waited for Ethan and some other friends to return with food and water, lifting your hair off the back of your neck as you leaned into Grayson’s side. His hand instinctively slid around your body to rest on your hip. “You good?”

You turned your face up to Grayson, Gucci face mask hanging from one ear, squinting from the sun beating down from the sky behind him, mumbling a “Yeah, I’m good.” He lifted a hand above his head, blindly waving it around to try and block the light for you. You giggled, wrapping your free hand around his forearm, guiding him to the perfect spot to provide you shade. “Don’t move your hand,” you warned before letting go of your grip on his arm.

He smiled, squeezing your hip where his other hand was resting. “What was the big sigh for?”

You let your hair fall from your fist, dropping down your back and around your shoulders again. “Oh, it’s just really fucking hot.”

Grayson groaned, still holding his left arm above his head, shading your face from the sun. “Tell me about it. These black jeans were a fucking mistake.”

You eyed him up and down for what had to be the hundredth time that day, glancing over his ripped jeans and cropped shirt, exposing a gorgeous sliver of his tanned skin. This outfit was the furthest thing from a mistake. “Yeah...” You slid your arms around his waist, running your thumbs over his hip bones. “But you look hot, and that’s all that matters.”

Grayson’s arm dropped, and your face scrunched up from the sudden light shining directly into your eyes, but it was soon blocked again by his head as he leaned down to kiss you. His hand splayed out across your back as he gently guided you closer against your body as he moved his lips against yours. Despite your skin burning, you craved his warm touch and gave into him, gently pushing your hips forward to touch his.

Just as you lifted your arms to settle around his neck, he abruptly pulled back. A little hum left his throat as he took a small step back, and you pouted up at him. You saw his eyes subconsciously dart around, and you knew he was just being paranoid someone would be doing something like filming the both of you. Despite becoming accustomed to being careful in public with Grayson, all you wanted to do was keep kissing him.

Grayson pressed his lips gently to your cheek, giving you an apologetic smile as he pulled away. Your mouth settled into a small, understanding smile as you lifted his mask to cover the lower half of his face, tucking the elastic behind his ear.

You’d been on a high all weekend from being around your favourite people, seeing your favourite artists perform and getting to finally wear the outfits you’d been planning for weeks. But between being out in the sun and among crowds of tens of thousands all day, to being exhausted by the time you got back to where you were staying, you barely had time to get Grayson to yourself. And the fact that you had to restrain yourself made everything that much harder. Over Grayson’s shoulder, you spotted a couple making out, so you huffed again, turning around so you didn’t have to look at them anymore.

Grayson leaned down so his cheek pressed against yours, wrapping both his arms around your waist. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice muffled.

“It’s okay,” you mumbled, lifting your hand to gently pat the back of his head.

It didn’t get any easier. If anything, it only got more difficult as the day went on. Any time you distracted Grayson enough to let his guard down for a minute and let himself touch and kiss you, he’d sense someone watching and pull away, or Bryant would see a photo opportunity and he’d drag you along to that instead. And the fact that Grayson was being so casual about everything made you even more annoyed.

You were standing towards the back of the crowd where it began to thin out, watching a minor act perform. Truthfully, it was one you’d never heard of before.

Swaying back and forth by yourself as the twins talked to Bryant, you closed your eyes for a moment just to listen to the music. They opened again when Grayson’s hands grabbed your waist and pulled you against his front, fingers tapping against the exposed skin of your waist.

You turned your head to smile at him as he leaned down to rest his head on your neck. “Bryant’s got to meet someone else, so we’re gonna meet up with him later,” he told you.

You nodded, “Okay.” He pecked your shoulder, then stood up straight again, and moved his arms to rest around your shoulders, his right hand holding onto his wrist on the opposite arm. With him guiding both your movements, you swayed back and forth to the music for a couple minutes. Every now and then, you’d tilt your head back and he’d give you a chaste kiss on your temple, hugging you closer for a few moments. When the song ended, you let your back fall back against his chest, feeling every bump and the firmness of his body against yours.

How far would he let you go? You moved yourself even closer to him, pulling his arms tighter around you as your back completely connected to his front. Okay.

You subtly arched your back, tilting your head back on his shoulder to lightly peck his jaw. His face remained stoic; eyes glued to the stage.

Biting your lip, you arched your back again, this time purposefully pressing your hips against his crotch. He shifted his eyes down to yours, and you innocently raised your eyebrows.

“Y/n.” Grayson pulled your hips against him, stopping your movements.

“What?” you asked, leaning your head back against his shoulder again.

He squeezed your waist, lips dropping down to brush against your ear. “Stop.”

You turned around and slipped your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, biting your lip and looking up at him. “Stop what?”

Grayson put his hands on top of yours, fingers creeping under yours. “Babe.” He nervously laughed, pulling your hands away. “You know what. What has gotten into you?”

You laced your fingers with his, letting both of your hands fall to your side. “I was hoping maybe you.”

Grayson scoffed. “Oh my god.”

You laughed, letting your shoulders drop. “I don’t know, Gray. I’m just... frustrated.”

A sympathetic smile overtook his face. “Well, we can take care of it tonight. I promise.”

His dismissiveness of your needs was annoying. You pouted, and he lifted a hand to run his thumb affectionately over your cheek. “Promise. Okay?”

You pursed your lips, returning your fingers to their place under the waistband of his jeans and pulling yourself towards him. “That’s too far away though. I need you now.”

“Y/n.” His eyes slowly fell shut, and you had to fight a small smirk. You were being a brat, but you were wearing him down.

“Grayson,” you mimicked. “We could just have a quickie,” you insisted, widening your eyes, as if that would persuade him faster. You traced a finger down the prominent vein running along his bicep. “Find a bathroom somewhere. A nice one in VIP.”

He rolled his eyes as you watched him with an amused smirk. “Don’t think they’d be any better there.”

You laughed, and shrugged before gripping his wrists. “You just look so good, and we haven’t had a chance to do anything with Ethan and Bryant and everyone else around. And it’s been, like, four days.”

Grayson sighed, lacing his fingers with yours again, lightly swaying your arms back and forth. “I know. It’s hard for me too.”

Stepping closer so you had to look up at him demurely through your lashes, you pressed yourself flush against him again, and softly asked, “How hard?”

Grayson’s jaw clenched and you continued.

“I can’t wait anymore, Gray,” you whispered.

His forehead fell to your shoulder and you heard him sigh. “Fuck.” You pressed your lips to his neck, lifting your hands to run through his hair. “You’re making me so horny.” The weight of his head lifted from your shoulder, and you felt his cheek against yours. “We could go to the car?”

“Really?”

Not even a second later, Grayson had let go of you and started walking over to Ethan. You skipped to catch up with him, falling alongside him as he slowed down.

Grayson clapped his hand on Ethan’s shoulder, slightly turning him around and drawing him out of the trance he was in watching the screens beside the stage. “Yo, E, I gotta go to the car.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” he grumbled, looking from Grayson’s grip on his shoulder up to his face.

“No. Dude, come on, I need the keys.”

Ethan frowned, shrugging his shoulder to remove his brother’s hand. “What? Why?”

Grayson licked his lips. “Y/n left something and she needs it, I don’t know,” he said casually, rolling his eyes. You stood beside him, sucking on your lower lip.

Ethan’s eyebrows furrowed together, turning his head to address you. “The car’s almost a twenty minute walk from here.”

“I know, but it’s kinda important,” you pleaded with him. The only thing standing between you and Grayson fucking were the keys residing in Ethan’s pocket, so he needed to understand the urgency of the situation. When he only hesitantly stared at you, you added, “Girl stuff, Ethan. Really important.”

Ethan stalled for another moment, then sighed, digging into his pockets for his keys. He handed them over to his brother. “You remember where it is, right? In the third lot from-.”

Grayson squeezed your hand, turning the keys over in his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

You could hear Ethan telling you both to call him when you got back, but his voice was drowned out by your heart beating hard as you focused on Grayson’s eyes. He blinked, turning his head to Ethan, shaking his head dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, okay. I know.”

You weren’t sure Ethan was finished talking, but Grayson was pulling you away before you had the chance to check.

Grayson groaned as you rolled your hips into his. You gripped his shoulder for support as you positioned yourselves across the backseat of Ethan’s car. The way you’d been giggling, stumbling to keep up with Grayson, and telling him to slow down as he took long strides towards the parking lot was a complete contrast to the intensity between you two now. The feeling of him getting harder under you with every moment that passed had you breathing heavily, and clenching in anticipation.

“Gray,” you choked out, as his hands tightly gripped your waist, lips travelling down your neck. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

Without replying, he slipped two of his fingers in your shorts, running them over your underwear. He moved it to the side, sliding his fingers inside you, almost instantaneously groaning as he watched your eyes fall shut.

“Holy fuck. You’re so fucking wet. You’ve been like this all day?”

You whimpered, nodding. You reached down, placing your hand over the bulge forming in his pants and he closed his eyes, sighing as his jaw fell slack. You gently pressed your lips to his cheek, hot breath hitting his skin as his fingers slowly moved inside you. It felt even better than you were imagining.

Just as the tip of his finger pressed that sweet spot and you gasped, he pulled his fingers out of you, and lifted his hand to his mouth. Sticking his tongue out, he licked and began sucking on his fingers, closing his eyes. “You taste so good, babe.”

You wanted to taste him too. To have him in your mouth. It had been days, but you didn’t have the time or space for that right now.

Pouting, you climbed off his lap and shuffled to the opposite side of the back seat so you could pull your shorts off. As you undid the button, Grayson slumped down in the seat, legs stretched out under the front seat as he clumsily unzipped his jeans and pulled them down his legs until they pooled around his ankles. You barely had time to admire the sight of his erection straining against the fabric of his underwear before he had shoved them down to his ankles too.

Both of your pants and underwear now on the car floor, Grayson greedily reached over to slide a hand up your thigh. You guided his hand to grip your waist and crawled back over to him, his arms also pulling you closer. You lifted your left leg to straddle him again, settling on top of his thighs.

You lifted your eyes to meet his as you got as comfortable as you could on his thighs, hunched over on the backseat, and you both subconsciously froze your actions for a moment. He cupped your face in his hands, and pulled you towards him to kiss you softly amid your hastiness to get straight to business.

His thumb stroked your cheek, soft lips moving against yours and you sighed. He was finally giving you what you’d been craving all day. You felt your cheeks flushing, both from Grayson’s touch and the fact that it was hot and you were squeezed into the back seat of a car with all the doors closed.

Grayson’s hands fell down to your neck, and he wrapped his left arm around your waist, guiding you slide closer so your chests were touching. Pulling away from his lips, you put both your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as you lifted yourself. He removed his hand from the back of your neck, sliding slowly down your back to finally rest on your ass and pull you into him.

You slowly lowered yourself onto him, both of you letting out shallow breaths. Grayson’s eyes began to roll back as he closed his eyes. You burrowed your face into his neck, smelling remnants of his cologne from the morning.

Hands gripping you hard, you helped you rock against him. You fell into a rhythm, you soft moans filling the car. The feeling of him stretching you out was enough, and with him sliding in and out of you, you already knew you weren’t going to last long.

Grayson swore, clenching his jaw. “If you cum, will you be good for me?”

Fuck, you loved his voice. “Yeah,” you sighed breathlessly.

“No more teasing?”

You loved the way he was holding you so tight. The way his jaw was clenching. The way he was saying ‘fuck’ every time he hit that spot inside you that made your back arch and your eyes close with a moan.

“No. Gray.”

A few more moments of him thrusting inside you, and Grayson groaned your name, fingertips digging into your soft skin, abs flexing as he came in hot spurts inside you. Seeing and hearing him, feeling his warmth spread inside you, pushed you to the edge, and his name fell from your lips over and over again as you clenched around him. Your thighs started to burn as you came down from your high, and you let yourself rest the entirety of your weight on top of him, unable to hold yourself up anymore.

You reached forward to hold his face in both your hands, peppering sloppy kisses all over his cheek and jaw. You slumped against Grayson’s chest and stayed like that for a minute, listening to his heart beating just as hard as yours, and feeling his breathing return to normal.

Grayson shuffled underneath you, and you slowly leaned back and lifted your leg over his, whimpering as he slid out of you.

You collapsed on the seat next to him, and he sighed, putting one arm around your shoulders. You let your head drop back, giving him a lazy smile.

“We should probably start heading back.”

You nodded, closing your eyes. “M hm,” you replied, voice breathy, “Just give me a second.”

Grayson chuckled, and you opened one eye to see him smirking at himself, a smug look on his face. He groaned as he leaned forward to pull his underwear and jeans up from around his ankles, and you let your eyes fall shut again, sighing contently.

His phone started buzzing, Ethan’s contact popping up on the screen. You groaned, sitting up. “We should probably head back.”

Grayson nodded, zipping up his jeans as you reached down to the floor for your underwear and shorts. He waited until you had your shorts on before opening the car door and getting out, cool air instantly relieving your burning skin and the stuffiness of the car.

You slid across the seat, taking Grayson’s hand as he help you out. Your legs still felt like jelly, and you were in a daze as you made your way back to the festival. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how you had literally just walked twenty minutes to the car just to fuck because you were both horny.

“That was fun,” you said, squeezing Grayson’s hand and looking up at him as you began the walk back.

He laughed. “Yeah, it was.” You closed your eyes as he dropped his head forward to kiss your temple.

Grayson texted Ethan you were on your way back, telling him where to meet you both, and you walked the rest of the way in comfortable silence, only breaking it to compliment each other.

You spotted Ethan from a distance, standing alone and on his phone. He looked up and saw you both approaching, and his shoulders slumped as he pushed his phone aggressively into his pocket.

“He’s pissed,” you mumbled to Grayson.

Grayson chuckled and retrieved his brother’s keys from his jeans. Ethan grabbed them from Grayson’s outstretched hand. “What the fuck took you so long?” he asked, shoving them in his front pocket.

“We couldn’t find the car,” Grayson effortlessly replied.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “Of course you got lost. I literally told you where it was before you left.”

Grayson shrugged. “Well your instructions sucked.”

“No, you’re just an idiot.” Ethan turned his attention to you, softening the attitude in his tone. “Did you get what you needed?”

You squeezed Grayson’s hand as he raised his arm to rest around your shoulders. “Yeah, I did.”

#omg i finally finished it #im so happy I actually got it done lol #honestly not even good writing #but like #fuck it #its been like six months #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan fluff #my writing #dolan twins smut

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munsonthings86 · 6 years

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Beach Boy- (Grayson Dolan x Reader) SMUT

Summary: It wasn’t the first time that my eyes met with the bright hazel pupils of the boy with the conspicuous chiseled features dispersed in perfect areas of his body. I had caught a glimpse of him every time I visited the beach, as if it was fate pulling us together with impeccable timing. After a near unfortune event took place at what seemed to be our place, I began to genuinely question. Was it fate constantly putting us in each others paths? Or was he simply just a random beach boy?

Warnings: Cursing, fluff, slight angst, dirty ass (FORGIVE ME LORD FOR I HAVE SINNED) SMUT. I got it all bitch.

A/N: This is something that I’ve been working on for a minute now. I really wanted to take my time with it, rather than rush it because I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. Please, please, please let me know what you think about this, it would be greatly appreciated. I love you guys and I’ll talk to you guys later. Bye!

[Y/N/N]- [Your Nickname]

Word Count: 4,284

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“Come on, [Y/N]. It’s a beautiful day out,” my friend, Lana, stated while laying her back against my bedroom floor, tossing a small rubber ball into the air and catching it before it had the chance to come into contact with her face.

All morning, ever since she came over, she had been pestering me about taking a trip to beach while the sun was still out, repeatedly resorting to the argument that I ‘never leave the house’, every time I rejected the offer.

Instead of replying to her repeated requests to take a short-lived vacation, I continued scrolling away on my phone, hoping to ignore her enough to let the idea slip from her mind. But, of course, my plan was unsuccessful. Or else, there wouldn’t have been a story to tell.

“Oh, c’mon. I brought my bikini and everything,” Lana pouts, sitting up, resting her body on her hip.

“What if I end up not going with you?,” I ask, chuckling at her stubbornness.

“Then, I don’t know, I’m probably gonna shower with it on. Either way, this bikini is getting wet today,” she declares, taking the skimpy material out of her small handbag.

“What?,” I questioned her, squinting my eyes at her in confusion at her bizarre declaration.

“Can you please just come to the beach with me? It might rain all week after today.”

“Fine! If I say yes, will you stop asking?,” I remarked, throwing my phone to my side, lifting my body off of the bed to begin getting ready. I watched as Lana clasped her hands together in excitement and triumph, smiling brightly. “Yay, this is going to be so fun!”

I search through my dresser, rummaging through each drawer finding jeans, shirts, sweaters, anything that wasn’t a swimsuit. Before my eyes can identify the specific article of clothing, my fingers rub against the thin material, my hands instantly lifting it up into view at the feeling of the polyester.

After hurriedly shoving the black one piece into my beach bag, along with a tall bottle of sunscreen and beach towel, I look over to Lana who’s pulling the straps of her handbag into her grasp, and announce, “Alright, let’s go.”

Making our way out of the front door of my quaint apartment, Lana and I carry our bags by our sides, beginning to descend down to stairs to the main parking area that all of the apartment complex residents shared. As I open the front door to the car, Lana throws both of our bags onto the backseat and joins me in the front.

“I hope we see some cute boys,” she more to herself than directed to me, as she buckles her seatbelt in the passengers side. I pause my movements as a thought crosses my mind. “Is that what you forced me out of the house for?,” I ask, resting my hands on the steering wheel. “Cute boys? Really?”

“Nooo,” she drags, giving the single syllable phrase, multiple instead. She nervously tugs on her fastened seatbelt, locking her gaze outside the window, though there wasn’t anything to witness except the other stationary cars in the lot.

“Lana, if you want to meet a ‘cute boy’ so bad, go on Tinder!,” I exclaim, reaching down to unbuckle my seatbelt, but her hand stops mine before I could undo the tight safety precaution. “Oh, come on [Y/N]. You know you want to,” she says, poking my side, giggling at my serious expression that was soon turning into a goofy one at the expense of my ticklishness.

“You’re lucky you’re my best friend. I would’ve walked out the car a long time ago,” I retort, turning the key to the ignition and pulling out of the parking space.

Lana rolls down her window, letting the quick wind blow throughout the car, as she connects her phone to the auxiliary cord before starting the playlist that held all of the songs that we both enjoyed. She turned the volume all the way up as we approached the highway towards the beach.

I quietly sing along to the music, that was almost drowned out by Lana’s voice basically screaming the lyrics. I tap my fingers along the steering wheel, matching the beat of the song, zoning out of reality, but maintaining enough attention to the road to avoid an accident.

My eyes divert to a sign on the right side of the highway, indicating an exit to Leo Carrillo Beach. As I pull the steering wheel to the right direction, my mind slowly diverts back to a camouflaged thought that I’ve kept concealed from Lana, since she pitched the idea of taking a drive down to sandy, mini paradise, earlier today.

For not much longer than a month, each time I found myself down by the island-like area (which was actually quite often), I’ve "coincidentally” crossed paths with this boy.

But not just any boy.

He was a towering, perfectly sculpted, young adult with dark hair and light brown highlights. From what I could tell, he had light brown eyes, almost hazel when his eyes would reflect the sun’s bright light. He had what appeared to be a twin brother and though the twin was equally attractive, I found myself drawn closer to him for some reason that, even to me, was unknown.

I wasn’t as reluctant to take the journey, as I was almost excited to test my luck in seeing ‘beach boy’ again. And as I drive through the parking lot, I spot his distinct appearance in the distance, the lower half of his body disappearing underneath the light blue sheet of the ocean.

My mind sketches a small smile across my lips, that I do my utmost to conceal from Lana’s view. I remove the key to the car, and turn off the engine before receiving a question from Lana that I tried my best to avoid.

“What are you smiling about?,” Lana asked, sending a confused look my way. I mentally scold myself for believing that I was able to suppress my visual evidence of delight, though I knew that I was too much of an emotional person to hide my true feelings.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” I say, quickly redirecting my consciousness to my fingers that were fumbling with the seatbelt, attempting to both physically and mentally free myself from the situation. “Dude, you're a horrible liar. Just tell me why you were smiling,” Lana says again, forcing an answer out of me with her persistence.

“Damn Lana, I can't just be a happy person?” I retort, giggling almost silently. Lana doesn’t accept my weak rebuttals for an answer as she gives me a knowing look, silently nudging me to give her a truthful response to her frequent question.

Feeling as though there was nowhere for me to escape her prying eyes, I chose to reveal the secret that I didn't have the chance to hold onto for too long. “Ok, fine!,” I exclaim, beginning my confession.

“There’s this guy that I always see when I come down here. He’s really fucking cute. I even came up with a nickname for him. I call him Beach Boy,” I say, feeling exhilarated after finally acquiring the satisfying feeling of speaking about my new crush. “Well, why the hell haven’t you told me?!,” Lana asks and exclaims simultaneously, softly pushing my shoulder.

“I don’t know! I mean, there really isn’t much to tell. I just saw him one day and kept seeing him ever since then and...I don't know,” I trail off as my face begins to heat up in embarrassment.

Suddenly, I hear Lana’s seatbelt unbuckle, and I look over at her in question. “Where are you going? We can’t go out there yet!,” I protest, reaching across her body to lock the passenger door to keep her inside, “[Y/N], what’re you doing? You gotta go meet your future husband eventually,” she refutes, as if she were making an obvious statement.

“But Lana, I always see him and I’m pretty sure he’s seen me too. What if he thinks I’m some kind of stalker?,” I panic, wanting so desperately to restart the car and drive back home in agitation. “Well considering you basically just told me that you only drove us down here to come see him, I’m pretty sure that makes you a stalker,” she says, whispering the final words of her statement, in sarcasm.

“Oh, god,” I breath out, feeling sick to my stomach at the realization. “But don’t worry, seeing as though he’s always here, he’s probably stalking you too,” she responds, giving her own conspiracy that she hoped would ease my worries. “A match made in heaven,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

“Are you ready?,” she asks.

“Yeah,” I sigh, slowly opening the door to exit the compact vehicle.

Grabbing my beach bag from the rear passenger seat, I internally encourage myself for the seemingly millionth time in the short time frame since telling Lana about my new possible unrequited love. As I give myself a speedy pep talk, Lana’s voice ropes me out of my thoughts.

“Is that him?,” she asks, as my heart begins beating even quicker than it has before, though the possibility of it being someone else entirely, still lingered.

“No,” I breath out, disappointed. “Where’d he go? I just saw-,” my words are cut short when I witness his large stature walking along the boundary between the grainy material covering the unknown ground beneath and the allegedly never-ending body of water.

I tap harshly at Lana’s forearm, using my other arm to point hurriedly in his direction. “Lana, Lana that’s him,” I sigh, dreamily and in relief simultaneously. Lana swiftly snaps her head in the direction of my shaking hand, and instantly widens her eyes, just like I did mine when I initially spotted his beauty.

“Damn [Y/N/N]. You two would make such gorgeous babies,” she states, with bright eyes. I almost stop for a minute to blush at her genuine compliment before she begins yanking my arm, pulling her body along with mine toward the area in which he was stationed. Panic ensues all over again at the thought of my wildest dreams being crushed once I finally introduce myself to him.

“What if I say something dumb?,” I whisper to myself.

“You’ll do great,” Lana responds, surprising me with her apparent excellent hearing ability.

“What if he really does think I’m stalking him?”

“That doesn’t make sense, [Y/N]. If he thought you were stalking him, he would’ve stopped coming here.”

“That’s true,” I think to myself.

“But, what if he thinks I’m ugly?”

“[Y/N], you look amazing.”

“God, I should’ve picked a better-,” I begin before she halts her actions, stopping us both in place.

“Ugh, [Y/N] come on!,” Lana exasperates, laughing out of disbelief. “I’m so sick of you being too scared to talk to guys that you like. You’re a gorgeous, smart, funny, loveable woman. Any guy would be lucky as hell to get a girl like you. And if some douchebag can’t see you for the queen everyone knows you are, then to hell with them. They don’t deserve your time or energy. Now suck it up, and go talk to him.”

As I listened to Lana’s words, I began to discern that everything she was saying was true. It wasn’t crucial for me to have success in meeting Beach Boy. All that mattered was the fact that I tried, and if he didn't appreciate my advances then, he wasn’t worth it.

“You’re right. Thanks, L,” I express, smiling. “Let’s go. I got this.”

Once again, we begin to make our way to him, the anxiousness that my body and mind once embraced, now fading away with each step I took.

Approaching him, his eyes shift up from his feet to my pupils before I feel a pang in my chest as if my heart stopped for a split second at the sight of him being in close proximity. As I part my lips to start speaking, I feel Lana’s hand slip from mine as she walks away to give the two of us time to ourselves.

“H-Hi. I’m [Y/N]. I don’t know if you’ve seen me before but I’ve seen yo- never mind, that sounds creepy. But, yeah, hi,” I say, fiddling with the small rings wrapped snug around my fingers. He gives me a small smile which seems to have brighten his eyes.

It was adorable.

“No, you don’t sound creepy at all. I’ve seen you around here a lot too, but I was kind of too nervous to talk to you. But, before I start rambling, it’s really nice to meet you, I’m Grayson,” he says, extending his right arm in the direction of my own right one, in which I kindly accept.

“So what brings you to the beach so often?,” I ask, silently hoping that my question wasn’t considered prying. He pushes both his lips to the side of his face, as if to think about his answer. “I don’t know really. I guess it’s just like a second home. I always find myself here. Even if I’m in a bad mood,” he answers, smiling at the thought, shrugging his shoulder slightly. “What about you?”

“Well, just like you said, it’s like a second home. I come here whenever I need to think, relax, or just get away from everything, even if it’s only for a short amount of time, I just really love it here,” I respond, truthfully. He smiles brightly at me and I could’ve sworn that I felt my heart melt into a huge puddle. “I feel like I’ve met you before,” he says, furrowing his eyebrows in question.

“Well, I mean, we have been seeing each other for a good month now,” I retort, lightly chucking.

“No, I mean-”

Before he could continue, we both hear Lana’s voice in a raised voice as if she was yelling at someone. “Leave me the hell alone,” she says in thunderous tone, directed to a guy that looked to be harassing her. “Isn’t that the girl you came here with?,” he questions, pointing a thumb back in her direction. As soon as a quick confirmation passes my lips, Grayson charges toward her in her defense, before I had my own chance to.

“What’s the problem here?,” Grayson asks, facing the tall man that was standing on the opposite side of Lana, stationing his body in between her and him. “Just trying to talk to a cute girl, what’s the problem with you?,” he responds, getting closer to Grayson’s face.

“Well, she obviously doesn’t want to talk, or be involved with you, so I’d suggest you walk the fuck away before you really piss me off,” Grayson growls, roughly shoving him backwards, intimidating him. He hesitantly walks off defeated, keeping his gaze on the three of us before fully turning his body around to walk back over to his friends.

“Are you okay?,” Grayson asks Lana, having a slight worried expression etched across his features. “Yeah, I’m okay. That guy just wouldn’t leave me alone, ruined my whole day. I think that’s enough of the beach for the day, I wanna go home,” she says, folding her towel so that it’d fit easier in her beach bag.

Soon after she finishes her sentence, I feel disappointment rake through my body, as I felt myself beginning to get comfortable with Grayson. Though I wanted desperately to stay, I didn’t need to be selfish and keep her here if she obviously didn’t want to.

As if she read my mind like the true best friend she was, she looks to Grayson and says, “Are you okay with keeping her company? I don't wanna cut her trip short. I’ll just take an Uber home.”

“Sure, no problem. I think it’s time that I start getting to know your friend,” Grayson says to her, but smiling at me as he spoke. I maintain my gaze on him while I see through my peripheral vision Lana grinning at us. She gives my arm a slight squeeze as a goodbye before she begins to walk back to the parking area.

[4 Hours Later]

“I can’t believe we’ve been talking for so long,” I say, giggling as I check the time on my phone seeing that multiple hours has elapsed since we’ve been left to each other’s company.

“Damn, I know,” he responds, playing with my fingers, looking up at the dark sky. “What time is it?”

“Almost 9.”

It was now dark out, the stars beginning to make an obvious appearance. Grayson and I had laid flat against the bed of his pick up truck, gazing at the small balls of light above as we spoke. The beach had now become deserted, the only thing to hear being the sound of the waves crashing against the shore and our low voices.

“I don’t think I ever thanked you for helping out Lana today. If it were just me and her trying to get rid of him, he probably would've been way more aggressive. I’m just really glad you were here,” I mention, locking my eyes up above. Grayson squeezes my hand, that he was now holding, gently, as a way of letting me know that he appreciated hearing what I had to say.

He slowly turns his head to observe my features as he runs a hand along my arm, resulting in me to return his gaze. His eyes quickly veer to my lips, as he licks and softly bites at his own, and returns his eyes back to mine. “You’re really beautiful,” he whispers, leaning closer to me, stopping his actions barely a second before our lips could touch.

“Can I?,” he requests, placing a light hand on my hip. I nod quickly, our lips brushing against each other at the simple movement, making the both of us realize just how close we truly were. Moving his head, less than a millimeter closer to mine, our lips collide, meshing together in perfect synchronization.

He pulls away for a short amount of time, as if to wait for a protest, but soon pulls me closer to him by my hips and presses his lips against mine even harder than the last time. He removes his hand from my waist to my neck, gently caressing the skin. He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip before I open my mouth against his to give our tongues room to dance around each other.

As if his hand was restless, not being able to find a comfortable spot to lay, he once again relocates his fingers to a warm spot underneath my shirt. His lips leave mine and venture to my neck harshly sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin. I moan softly at the sudden euphoria. Seeming as though my small noise triggered a switch in his mind, he pulls at the area even harder, leaving no doubts in my mind that a dark mark would be left behind.

Grayson grabs my leg and swings it around his lap, so that I’m straddling his waist and he’s laying flat on his back. “Are you okay with this?,” he asks, squinting his eyes as if to examine my face for any signs of rejection. “Yeah,” I sigh, feeling his growing erection poking into my crotch. He sits up, leaning closer to me as he removes his tank top and presses another kiss to my lips.

I run my fingers from his chest down to his pelvic area, lightly scratching him with my nails. The heat in between my legs begins to further flourish as I peel his sweatpants off his legs, after delicately palming his length through the thin material. To my surprise his length springs from underneath his clothing, as I expected to see yet another restricting article of clothing. I slide my body further down his legs, my face coming into contact with his shaft.

I open my mouth slightly and use my tongue to lick a solid line up his length as I listen his breath get caught in his throat at the intercourse. Using his reaction as motivation, I wrap my lips around the head of his erection and suck at the sensitive tip, making use of my hand by fisting his shaft and moving it up and down, along the length. He moans loudly as he plants a firm hand on the back of my head, pushing it further down to take in every inch.

“Fuck, just like that, [Y/N],” he moans, as I bob my head, without the assistance of his hand. I pause momentarily when the tip of my nose hits his lower stomach. I swallow around his shaft that was stopped in my throat as I once again rely on my hand to rub at his balls so that nothing in his area was left unattended to. “Oh shit,” he groans while I twirl and swirl my tongue around his full length and moving my head up and down simultaneously.

“I’m about to cum,” he breaths out, gently pulling my head away from his hips. He pushes me back gently against the bed of the truck, being cautious of me not hurting myself.

He quickly crawls on top of me, once again attacking my neck with new hickeys, as if the ones he drew onto my neck earlier, weren’t enough. He licks over the now hot skin and lowers a light kiss over its sensitivity. I hum quietly from the bliss and play with the small hairs growing from the back of his neck.

Grayson pulls my shirt over my head, exposing my naked chest before he peppers wet kisses from the bridge between my breasts, all around my stomach, he then finally arrives directly above my aroused core. He uses his right hand to push away my left thigh, spreading my legs. He unbuttons my shorts and hurriedly pulls them down my ankles and throws them to a vacant area in our small space. He plants a rough kiss against my clothed middle, as I let out a loud moan upon contact.

He tucks the thin fabric in between his two rows of teeth and tugs it down, maintaining eye contact with me. I utilize my teeth by biting down at my bottom lip to hold back my heavy breathing that came with the anticipation.

But, my method fails me when he licks up at my folds, brushing over my sensitive nub causing me to exert a loud moan. He swirls his tongue around, not missing even the smallest area. “You’re so fucking wet,” he groans against me, sending vibrations straight through my core, giving me chills.

He runs his finger from my clit to my hole, inserting his digit deep inside. I move my up hips in pleasure as I feel his long fingers far inside my arousal. He pushes another finger into me, before he proceeds to use his tongue to flick at my swollen bundle of nerves. “Oh, Grayson,” I breath out, realizing that I had been holding onto my breath the whole time. I run my thin fingers through his soft hair, tugging at the ends.

He thrusts his fingers even faster, swirling his snake-like tongue in all the nooks and crannies of my sex. “Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I moan uncontrollably, pressing his dome harder into my core. “Not yet, mama,” he responds, leaving my arousal feeling abandoned. He grabs my hips and flips my body over so that I’m now laying on my front. He pulls my waist up to meet his, changing my horizontal position to one on all fours.

I feel him once again separating my legs, creating space to position himself in between them. He takes ahold of his length and runs the tip from my nub to the very end of my core, causing the both of us to moan lightly at the feeling. After teasing the both of us for a while longer, he pushes his shaft into my wet heat. I listen as he lets out a gravelly sigh while he starts to roughly move his hips back and forth, his hips repeatedly hitting against my butt.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I let out loud moans of pleasure, while he continued to pound into me. “You like that, baby?,” he asks, edging me closer to my release as he reaches around my leg to flick and toy at my clit. “Fuck, yes, Gray,” I moan, as my arms go weak and I rest my head against the cold platform below us. I clench my walls around his erection as I feel my orgasm nearing.

“Oh shit, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls, ramming into me faster than earlier, perfectly hitting my g-spot with each thrust he gave. “Yes, Grayson, right there,” I breath out. “I’m cumming,” I whimper, as my body begins to shake from the excessive arousal.

“I’m about to cum,” Grayson groans, before he pulls his shaft out of my core and rubs against his length while ejaculating all over hand. I lick his fingers clean from his warm fluid, closing my eyes. He lets go of his softening erection and turns my body back over, laying me down on top of him, our sweaty bodies resting against each other.

He moves his finger around in light circles on the back of my neck, soothing my body. “Hey,” he says, earning my attention. “Yeah?,” I respond.

“Will you go on a date with me?,” he asks.

“I’d love to. Where?”

“I think you already know.”

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prettymuchdolansbitch · 6 years

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Little Crush - Ethan Dolan

A/N: Hey y'all ! Here's an Ethan one because I had to get back to my lane ;). There is no hate towards Emma here, but ☕️🤷🏾‍♀️. I just used her because "sister squad" is mentioned and she's the only girl in there. WHATEVERR. Thank you for reading ! Enjoy! ps : there's mentions towards smut, but there is none. If anyone maybe wants to write a *continued* part, let a hoe know 🤪

Meeting Ethan and Grayson when you did was a miracle. Not only to you, but to the twins as well. You gave them hope again for creativity and happiness. As of right now, you've been friends with the boys for 3 years. You lived in LA near the boys in your own apartment.

You and Grayson were the best of friends, nothing could tear you apart. As for Ethan, somewhere along the way you slowly started catching feelings for him. You would never admit that to anyone though. The twins were suspicious on why you were being awkward sometimes. But they automatically assumed that you started seeing someone and wouldn't tell them. How wrong they were. Eventually, Grayson got it out of you. You made him pinky swear to never tell Ethan. So far, he has surprisingly kept his promise.

What broke you completely was when the twins made a certain new friend, Emma. At first you were completely okay with it, you got along with the "sister squad". But you couldn't help be jealous when they would all hang out without you. Most of the times, there would never be an invite.

You never told the twins though. You would never want to put them in a position where they would have to choose between you and sister squad. So you distracted yourself a little. Not too much, but you made your own friends at college and started hanging with them more. You and the boys checked up on each other every other day.

While you were debating on starting your paper that was due the next week, you got a text from Ethan. "Weird, we haven't texted separately since forever." you thought. You opened the message to see a very odd but exciting message: "Hey love, come over ? ;)"

You laughed at the corniness of the winky face, but you couldn't help but feel nervous. Does he know that you've been crushing on him? Where's Emma? Where's Grayson? Why didnt he text in the group chat we have with Grayson like usual? Was the text meant for you? So many thoughts were running through your head. You decided to go, but forgot to answer Ethan's message.

You changed from a basic t-shirt to a cropped sweater and put on some high waisted leggings. Your hair was already done from school, so you grabbed your keys and purse and headed out to the boys house.

When you got there, you noticed that Gray's car wasn't there. Even more weird. At this point, you were extremely nervous. You walked up to the door and used your key to open it.

"E-" before you could even finish his name, you see him half naked on the couch with an almost naked Emma on top of him. "What the hell Y/N" Ethan's voice echoed throughout the high ceilings. "Oh my God. I -" You didn't even want to stay there for another second. Before you left, you couldn't help but see a smirk on Emma's face.

You jumped into your car and sped off. You don't want to go home because if Ethan goes there to talk to you, you wouldn't know what to say. You pull over when you're far enough from the twins' house.

You're unbelievably angry with Ethan for sending that stupid text and making you look like an idiot. You were crazy jealous as well because you wanted to be in Emma's position. You knew that you had no right to even be jealous, chances are he never would even feel the same way about you as you do for him.

Instead of dwelling on Ethan, you decide to do your own thing, as always. You called up an old fling, named Jack. He always hit you up asking to go out for a drink or to hangout. But you two never dated. Just a few hookups here and there. You ended it when you realized you liked Ethan. Ethan knew about Jack and your doings with him, and he never liked the fact that you would have one night stands with the kid.

Jack was surprised, but not upset at all. You guys went out for dinner and a drink, then back to his house.

~Next Morning~

The drive of shame was radiating off of your car this fine morning. You took a shower at Jack's and borrowed one of his shirts and tied it up. You put the same leggings on and headed out. Jack insisted on keeping your underwear for God knows what, but you didn't really care. You just really wanted to get out of there.

Driving back to your apartment, you didn't feel too gross for using Jack, but you felt ashamed. Hence drive of shame. You had your sunglasses on and your hair up in a ponytail. You got out of your car not noticing the body on the front porch of your complex.

You recognized the body almost immediately. You kicked him awake. "15 more minutes Gray" He said putting his arm over his eyes to block the sunlight. You rolled your eyes, "Honey if I was Grayson, you wouldn't be on my porch right now. You should be home" You crossed your arms and stood above him.

He opened his eyes and squinted because of the sunlight. "Where were you? I tried calling you all night" He was rubbing his eyes and sitting up. "Turned my phone off for the night" You leaned against the railing watching him still waking up. "That doesn't answer my first question" He said sassing you.

"I went out, does it matter?" You feel the sun heating up your back. Ethan looks up at you for the first time and he sees what you're wearing. "HA to Jack's ?" He shook his head and put his head in his hands. "Is there an issue? You seemed pretty occupied after you texted me to come over. I needed some company. At least he can stick to a plan." You felt your eyebrows scrunching together.

"I never texted you. That was Emma. I was playing Fortnite and she had my phone." He stood up so he could match your level. "You should be more careful with that. Anyways, is that all? I have stuff to do today." you tried to walk past him but he put his arm up blocking you from going inside.

"You know I don't like when you randomly sleep with guys" Ethan says looking down at you. "And do you really think that I care what you think? Plus, he's not random, I've been doing him since last year, whenever I need." You duck under his arm and put the key into your apartment door. "I think you do care what I think considering you've liked me for how long now?"

You froze and turned around. "What're you talking about?" Ethan was turned around facing the street. "I knew it, I thought Grayson was lying but seeing your reaction, I know it's true." He turned around and ran up to you. "Even if it is true, you're with Emma." you were about to turn around to go inside your apartment and cut ties with everyone and everything, thanks Grayson.

"Not after last night. When I found out about her stunt, I kicked her out and told Grayson. And that's when he told me about your little crush." He walked towards you and trapped you between his arms. You haven't moved at all.

Ethan pulled you closer and smashed your lips together. "You could've just told me princess" he pulled away laughing. "Shut up." You poked his stomach and he retreated back a little.

"Do you really have anything to do anything today?" He asked holding you. You shake your head, "Nope, just wanted to get away from you." He laughed and threw his head back. "Good, now let's go burn this shirt, and maybe have some fun of our own." He grabs you by the waist and drags you into your own apartment.

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lovewhatyoudodolan · 6 years

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Treat You Better || Grayson

Prompt: Slightly based off the Shawn Mendes song. Grayson spent the last couple of months noticing slight differences in the way you act around him after getting a new boyfriend.

Word Count: 1766

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to all of you beautiful men and women! Have a good day, smile, and make sure you go buy all the discounted chocolate you can tomorrow!

Warnings: Could potentially be triggering due to an abusive relationship

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I chuckled and cuddled up closer to my best friend as we watched some random movie that was on television, “Did he seriously think the cops wouldn’t catch him? He literally had his face dead in the view of the camera!”

“Gray it’s just a movie,” I shake my head and reach down to his lap to grab another handful of popcorn. My hand pulls back instantly when a shock of electricity shot up my arm due to Grayson’s brushing against mine. This wasn’t an uncommon feeling, especially recently with how much we were hanging out.

He never seems to react in the same way though, “Yes but there are actually people out there that do shit like this.” He groans and throws his head back in exasperation.

I chuckle again, but that quickly subsided when I felt my phone vibrating against my leg. “Hey I’ll be back,” I whispered as I pulled it out to check the id. Of course it would be him.

Once I was behind the safety of Grayson’s bedroom door, I clicked accept and put the phone to my ear. “That was the seventh ring y/n!” I flinch at the loudness of my boyfriends voice on the other line. “You know what would’ve happened if you didn’t answer.” I bit my lip and glance down at the wooden floor, “Where are you?”

“Class went over.” My voice was low, which he preferred. It made him feel in control, and I had no choice but to do it or get punished.

I know what you’re thinking, why put up with this. It’s a lot more complicated than it seems though. He’s a family friend, so I’d never truly get away from his abuse. He knows where everyone that I care about is, and I wouldn’t put it past him to try to harm them in my place...

“Why must you be such a lying whore?” He sighs and I just know that he’s shaking his head.

I knock on the door brought my attention away from the phone call and fear to coarse through my body. “Y/n/n Ethan’s on his way back if you want to get dinner with us.”

I stayed silent, waiting for all hell to break loose but instead the line went dead. Shit that’s even worse... A text popped up on my screen shortly after. ‘You’re in for it this time. I knew you were a slut, but how dare you cheat on me with that ugly model wannabe. Be downstairs waiting.’

“Actually Gray,” I sigh and do anything I can to hold back my tears, “I have to head home. Forgot I have a paper due tomorrow!” I turn and quickly grab my jacket off his bed before opening the door and bolting past my best friend.

After all this time I haven’t been able to bring myself to tell Grayson about the abuse. It would break his heart and then he would get all protective over me and try to kill him.

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The car ride back to our apartment was silent as I played with a strand of denim hanging off my jean skirt. This was how I knew I was in for hell when we got back. If he talked, at least then I knew he wasn’t completely pissed off with me.

When the car was in park, his forehead slammed against the steering wheel making my stomach drop. “Why do you have to do this? You’ve got a perfectly good relationship here, but you’re choosing to fuck around with the Dolan fucker?

“He’s just a friend,” I mutter and lean back in the seat stubbornly before remembering who I was actually talking to.

His head shot in my direction, “Did you just talk back to me y/n?”

My gut tightened instinctively as I turned to face his snarling face, “You don’t fucking own me. I can have friends. I’m so sick of all of this; I’m sick of you!”

“Get out of the car,” His voice was cold and dark. If I wasn’t having a rush of adrenaline due to standing up to him, I would have instantly cowered in fear. “Get out of the fucking car and get in the apartment right this minute.”

“No,” I spat and crossed my arms over my chest, “I’m done with you.”

My eyes widened because in a blink of an eye he was out of the drivers seat and dragging me out of the passengers seat by my hair. Fuck fuck fuck...

I slid my phone out of my pocket when he wasn’t looking, quickly calling Grayson before sliding it back into my pocket. “You may be a college girl, but sometimes you’re really dumb you know?”

His hand wrapped around my neck and picked me up so my back was pressed against the door to our apartment, “I could just strangle your ass right now. It would all be over.”

“Y-You’d go to jail,” I struggle to get out due to lack if air getting to my lungs.

He dropped me and my body instantly collapsed to the ground, “Oh babe you know my dads a lawyer. They wouldn’t get very far in that trial.” I tried to push myself up on my hands and knees, but I was instantly kicked back down. “He won’t want you after what I do to you. No one will.”

I scanned the room in hopes of finding something to protect myself with, but nothing was in reach. “You’re insane,” I choke out only to earn a kick to the side.

“You’re a whore! You’ve bee denying me my pleasure because you’ve been finding it somewhere else.” He grabs my wrists with one hand and placed them above my head, “Not anymore though.”

My mind was racing as he reached down and started moving the bottom of my skirt up my legs, “Stop! Someone help!”

“No one’s going to hear you,” He chuckled while popping the button of his jeans. Tears were threatening to spill down my face, and what happened next was so fast that I couldn’t keep up.

“Get the fuck away from her!” My boyfriends intense grip subsided before my eyes tiredly slid shut, “Y/n! Fuck Ethan call 911!” Strong arms wrapped around my body, but I was too tired to open my eyes again. I knew it was Grayson because of his voice, so I wasn’t worried anymore. “Hey you’re safe it’s going to be okay.” His breath was ragged as he slowly lifted me off the cold floor, tucking my face into his neck to carry me out.

“Is she okay?” Ethan’s familiar voice caught my attention as Grayson slowly walked out of the terrible room where I was almost raped.

“I knew there was something wrong when she ran out of our apartment earlier,” Grayson sighed and pressed a light kiss to my forehead, “I should’ve gone after her...”

“Hey we made it and that’s all that matters,” Ethan sighed.

Grayson’s next words were the last ones I heard before I finally passed out, “Yeah but now she has to live with the trauma of this...”

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When I woke up I was wrapped in a navy blue comforter and Grayson was asleep on his desk chair facing me. Did he watch me while I slept? I groan when I shifted due to a sharp pain running up my side, but went silent when Grayson stirred in the chair.

“Mmm,” When his eyes opened a light that I hadn’t seen in awhile was there as he stared back at me, “You’re awake...”

“I am,” I pull the comforter closer to my body and let out a sigh, “Thanks for coming.”

His jaw clenched slightly, “I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened had I not answered that phone call.” He slowly tracked across the room and knelled in front of me so we were face to face, “Do you want me to leave you alone to sleep?”

“Please don’t,” I choked out trying to keep from crying in front of my best friend, “ I don’t want to be alone Gray.”

A frown formed on his lips before instinctively crawling over my body to wrap me into his arms, “I’m never going to leave you y/n. God why didn’t you tell me sooner? I realized that there was something up a month ago when you came over with bruises on your arms, but I didn’t want to pressure you into telling me.”

“I didn’t want you to attack him,” I whisper and turn over to face the brunette, “I knew you’d go after him if I told you and he’s a family friend. He threatened to harm my family if I ever left him or told anyone..”

“Well he’s going to be in jail,” Grayson responded and brushed strands of hair out of my tear stained face, “There’s now three of us again him and his lawyer father. He has no chance.”

“I hope you’re right,” I sigh.

Grayson’s hand cupped my cheek lightly causing me to flinch out of habit, “Sorry...”

“No I’m sorry,” I bite my lip and take a deep breath, “I’m not used to people touching me like that.”

“God I can’t believe he did that shit to you,” Grayson seemed conflicted as he stared down at me, “You deserve so much. You’re literally the most amazing girl I’ve ever met y/n.”

I shrug, “I was just unlucky...”

“I would treat you so much better,” His voice was low so I figured I wasn't supposed to hear his words. My eyes widened before I had the chance to hide my shock and Grayson’s face went hot as well. “Shit you weren’t-”

“Grayson Bailey Dolan,” I pause and stare at his face. Confused on what was appropriate after the situation I just went through. I’ve liked Grayson for months, but I never thought he felt the same way, “Do you mean that as friends or more than?”

His face heats up even more and he glances down at my lips before going in for a light kiss. I instantly kissed my best friend back and sighed in content when he pulled away, “More than friends...”

“Good,” I smile and run my fingers through his floppy brown hair, “Can we just watch a movie and stay in bed all day?”

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything else,” He responded immediately pulling me closer to his warm body. If I’m going to make it through what just happened I’m going to need him with me..

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writing-yj · 6 years

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Nightwing x Reader: Worthy

Anon: 16. “I’m the one you want, not him/her!” + 41. “I often ask myself if I deserve you, and I usually feel like I don’t.” w/ Nightwing (angst to fluff). Probs s/o was feeling insecure with their relationship ever since Dick became leader but he assures her he still loves her? 🌸 congrats on reaching 300! I honestly believe you deserve more because your writing is just beautiful 😭👌

16. “I’m the one you want, not him/her!” 41. “I often ask myself if I deserve you, and I usually feel like I don’t.”

Word Count: 3151 (I got carried away again…)

Warnings: Very heated moment, sexual references, description of injures, blood, angst, and the like.

A/n: Aww, thank you sweetie! I hope this is what you were looking for! By the way, your alias as a vigilante is Blitz; suggested by a lovely anon!

You sat alone in the kitchen in the apartment you shared with your boyfriend, Dick Grayson. The light above the island was dim, and occasionally flickered. There were so many different emotions whirling around inside you and you felt like crying, but you couldn’t. You refused. It was a long mission and Dick had to finish some things up, being the leader of the team and all, and he made you go home without him. He said it was because you were tired and deserved to rest, but ever since he became leader, you felt horrible inadequate.

Was he ashamed to be seen with you? You often got hurt on missions when you did what you thought was best, but wasn’t a good fighter supposed to come out with only a few injuries? Maybe you weren’t a good fighter; that’s what you told yourself on the reg.

You constantly asked yourself if you were even good enough to be his girlfriend. You thought he would look better if he was with a cooler, more beautiful woman instead of you. It was one of those dark moments you had, and they were becoming more frequent. You rarely had times when you didn’t feel good enough for Dick.

The door opened and closed, and you ran your hand through your hair and wiped away any possible tears to look presentable. You relaxed when you felt Dick wrap his arms around your waist. “Hey, babe,” he murmured in your ear and yawned. “You looked amazing out there, you know that?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. “So did you… but you always do.” You kissed his cheek and he chuckled.

“I’m flattered, but you missed.” He said and put two fingers on your chin, turning your head to face him. Dick kissed you with all of the love and passion he had and it warmed you to your toes. You turned around and kissed back with just as much vigor, wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He pulled away for only a second to catch his breath before slanting his mouth over yours.

You shuddered when Dick quietly groaned and he pulled you closer by your belt loops. The material of his Nightwing suit usually didn’t bother you, but you wanted it off; you needed to feel his skin.

He pulled away again, and sweat ran down his neck. “I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” Dick quickly took off his mask and threw it into the living room. The gorgeous blue of his eyes was almost completely taken over by his dialated pupils. “If we were alone and not in front of them…” He whispered in your ear and trailed off to leave you to your imagination.

“Sounds like you had a frustrating day, then.” You smirked. “I can’t say the same for me; I know how to control my urges and hormones-!” Dick suddenly lifted you up and put you on the counter, moving to stand between your legs.

“You know I can take away that control in just a few minutes, (Y/n).” Dick slowly slipped his hands up your shirt and they rested on your waist.

“We are not doing this in the kitchen; we eat out here!” You exclaimed, but you didn’t push him away.

“We eat in the bedroom, too.” He winked at you.

“Wha- Damn it, Richard!”

Dick just laughed while moving you off the counter, and he carried you to your shared bedroom for obvious intentions.

You stood in the bio ship on the way to Santa Prisca with a professional stature and a serious face. Nightwing was a few feet away, and he occasionally shot you some flirty glances.

But you avoided them. He only recently started noticing your sudden great lack of affection in front of the team- or anyone, for that matter. While he saw no problem with your relationship, you felt more self conscious on this mission than most. He was the leader of the team, and you were just a normal plain hero among extraordinary individuals. That’s how you saw it, anyway.

You briefly took your mind off of your insecurities and focused on the mission. Santa Prisca was by far one of your least favorite places to be. You had a bone to pick with Bane, and his second attempt at making Kobra “venom” made your jaw clench. You were assigned to lead Beta squad while Nightwing was going to lead Alpha Squad, which was normal. He didn’t put you on the same squad as him solely because he had to evenly spread out the skill levels and you were his girlfriend; that’d be making it personal and could be seen as playing favorites. That was one thing you were sure of and okay with.

“Beta, here’s your drop point. You know the drill.” Nightwing said.

Beta Squad consisted of you, Batgirl, and Wonder Girl. You were good friends with the two of them, so working with them wasn’t going to be a problem, but your history with Bane was most likely going to be quite the obstacle.The hatch opened and Batgirl and Wonder Girl jumped out and you were about the do the same.

Nightwing looked at you again and told you, “Be careful out there, Blitz.” All you did was nod once, and you leaped out of the bio ship with no hesitation. Your black expression that conveyed no sentiment and affection left Nightwing a little hurt and concerned. He didn’t know if you were unhappy with him or if something bigger was bothering you.

The rest of the team teased him for a moment, but he sat there and worried.

How you got yourself roped, or in your case, chained into this position, you didn’t have a clue. Being separated from your squad wasn’t on the mission criteria, and being caught and chained to the ceiling by Bane definitely wasn’t. Your feet dangled above the floor and you sighed dramatically. It was a tough situation to get out of and you didn’t have enough time to free yourself of your restraints.

The metal door slammed open and light filled the dark room immediately after. The loud and obnoxious screeching of a chair made you cringe as Bane dragged one in, and it had another person strapped to it. You almost paled when you saw it was Nightwing in the chair and there was a loud bang when Bane roughly put his chair next to you.

“Just curious, what are your intentions of having us here?” You asked Bane directly. “I torture usually isn’t your style…”

The sharp glare Nightwing told you to stop provoking him, but you couldn’t help it. Bane was your archenemy; all you wanted to do was push his buttons.

You rolled your eyes when Bane let out a loud laugh. “Still haven’t lost your spark, Blitz.” His Hispanic accent sent unpleasant chills down your spine. “You’re right; torture isn’t my deal. I have to test out the new Kobra-Venom, and you two are the perfect candidates.”

You and Nightwing didn’t like the sound of that. “You’re going to inject us with that mierda? I didn’t think even you would go that low.” You scoffed, but you were terrified inside.

He laughed again, and you felt a tiny bit relieved. “No, chica. You’ll be fighting them.”

You didn’t know about your boyfriend, but you suddenly felt like vomiting. You saw what happened to the people who were forced to fight criminals that were injected with the Kobra-Venom, and it wasn’t pretty. No matter how big and bad or skilled they were, no one came out alive.

Bane grabbed Nightwing by the hair, which made him grunt, and forced him to look him in the eye. “And you’re first!”

The loud rattling of chains startled Nightwing and both men looked at you. You were violently struggling to get out as you shouted, “Don’t you do a damn thing to him! I’m the one you want, not him!” Your past with Bane was something you seldom spoke about and very, very few people knew only some of the details. You knew a lot about what Bane could do and cause; you had the scars and mental trauma to prove it.

“He is the leader, si?” Bane smirked tauntingly and raised an eyebrow. “What is a team without a leader?”

“What is a leader without a team?” You countered without missing a beat. You prayed that he didn’t take it as you saying to kill the rest of your team on the spot. “Take me first, instead. Your quarrel is with me. I’m the one who has been causing trouble and raising hell for you for years now; this has nothing to do with Nightwing.”

Bane contemplated it before letting go of Nightwing’s hair. “…If either of you even attempt to escape, both of you die. Comprende?” Nightwing nodded, while you responded in Spanish. “I will be back shortly, but just to let you know… He will be watching you.”

Bane slammed the door shut and it was Nightwing’s turn to feel sick. His gaze snapped over to you and he hissed, “Why would you say that!? Why would you just give yourself up like that!?”

“For the same reason you would!” You growled back. “No one has ever made it out of that arena alive. I love you and I-”

“If the team doesn’t find us in time, then you’ll die, too!” He felt so conflicted; he understood what you were saying but he felt like he was being more rational. “What’s been your deal lately? I try to hold your hand and kiss you and even hug you, but you flat out refuse! And now you have a death wish!?”

You confessed through gritted teeth, “Because I’m not good enough for you. Look at me! I’m nothing compared to you or any of the girls here. You’re the leader of this team; I’m not even close to what a leader should have.” You didn’t dare to look at him. “I’m not worthy enough to be seen as your lover.”

“(Y/n), I-”

Nightwing couldn’t say what he wanted to, for Bane burst in again and ripped your chain from the ceiling. He dragged you away from Nightwing and two other men carried him down a separate corridor.

Bane took the honors of placing an iron collar around your neck that was attached to another chain and you snarled at him, “What the hell is this!?”

“Your challenge. Like you said, chica, you are the one I’m after.”

A henchman you didn’t recognize roughly pulled you by your chain into the caged arena and attached the chain to the wall.

‘This is bullshit…’

Bane was outside the cage nearby with his arms crossed, standing next to Nightwing who was still tied to a chair. He could easily get out, but he wasn’t going to risk getting you both killed. You quickly gave him a sympathetic look before you focused on the other side of the cage, preparing to meet your opponent.

The man who brought you in scampered to get out of the arena, and you found out why. In walked an insanely tall, muscular, and horribly disfigured criminal who was turned into a disgusting beast. The muddy green skin, vein-y body, and sharp teeth were very off-putting.

You got into a fighting stance and you were barely succeeding at not shaking in your shoes. For a fight to end, one contestant had to die and it was surely going to be you. You didn’t doubt that one bit.

There were several different chants and sneers spoken in Spanish, but you paid no mind to them; they were the least of your problems. Your current problem could very well be unsolvable.

“I think we’ve all been waiting for this moment for a very long time, chica.” Bane rumbled, and cheers erupted in response. Nightwing watched in despair as the tall villain nodded at the inhuman beast.

With a roar, it ran at you and you barely ducked in time. You tried to move further away, but you gagged when you reached the end of the chain. That iron collar was no joke. You received a brutal punch to the gut and you hit the wall with a cry.

You fought back as well as you could and you were doing much better than any former human fighters in the arena. You hoped to make it out, unlike them. You kicked the beast in the face in a quick smooth move, and it snarled when it fell back a few feet. You weren’t prepared for it to grab your arm and throw you against the floor with almost deadly force. An average civilian would easily be dead by now. You painfully pulled yourself up from the floor and continued where you left off.

The iron collar around your neck was making you angrier and angrier, and you kept pulling on the chain with more and more strength. You used more of that strength to push through the pain in order to keep fighting, and to save the love of your life from suffering your fate. You glanced at him and you never saw him so ragged with stress before. If he didn’t know better, he would be screaming and fighting for them to stop.

It hurt so bad when you took another two hits to the head, and another few to your torso. You wondered how you were still alive, but you weren’t complaining. If you weren’t dying in here, you had a hunch that you would die in the hospital or before anyone could reach you. You just sensed death. It was highly likely to be yours and you wished it wouldn’t be.

With an enraged yell, you pulled on the chain one more time and it snapped from the wall. It shocked your “audience” and you took advantage of your new weapon almost immediately. You swung the chain forward like a whip and it wrapped around the beast’s neck, effectively choking it. You knew it was heavily frowned upon to kill, but in this situation, you had no choice.

You jumped up and planted your feet on its back, using it as leverage to pull the chain even tighter. You were growling and quietly wailing in pain. Your entire body was hurting so, so bad. You heard it choking, and it weakly clawed at the chain, but the life eventually drained from the hideous creature and you got back on your feet before it could topple down on you.

The dead beast on the floor made you feel horribly guilty, and you put your hand on the back wall to steady yourself. “Is that all you-” You spat a bit of your blood from your mouth. “Is that all you got?” You were out of breath and your body was quaking, but you were still going to be forced to fight.

Bane looked surprised, but was pleased. “You are stronger than I thought, but I guarantee you won’t survive you next opponent.”

The blood drained from Nightwing’s face and he started to struggle. “No!” He growled, but Bane punched him to keep him quiet. Nightwing couldn’t stand seeing you with so many injuries, and the amount of your blood on the floor was sickening.

Suddenly, gunfire echoed around the facility, as did angry and surprise shouts in Spanish. Bane took that as his cue to run, and he did just that. “They’re here!” A criminal yelled before you heard a loud bang. You smiled lightly; that would be Conner’s work. You flinched when you moved just a bit; the pain was becoming almost unbearable. There was blood coming from a wound on your forehead, nose, and some from your mouth. You felt your broken ribs and you were eternally thankful that they didn’t pierce a lung. But you didn’t have much time left. You desperately needed medical attention, or else you would never make it home.

You saw Wonder Girl untying Nightwing and she asked, “Where’s Blitz? Is she-” Cass turned and saw you inside the large, caged arena. She gasped when she saw how injured you were, and you suddenly landed on your hands and knees.

Your chest was heaving and you dug your nails into the floor, clenching your eyes shut as tears escaped. Cass immediately punched through the caged and rushed to you, catching and lifting you into her arms before you fell on your side.

You weakly reached your hand out to Nightwing, who was quickly by your side. The last thing you saw and felt was your boyfriend grabbing and holding your hand, before everything went black.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Dick growled the moment you opened your eyes. The hospital bed you were in was surprisingly comfortable, but the way he was looking at you was not.

You looked up at the ceiling and sighed in irritation. “I believed we already went over this, Dick.”

“Yeah, but I’d like to hear a logical explanation this time.”

You glared back at him. “You’re more important to this team than I am; you all know that!” Your had curled into a fist and your nails dug into your palm. “I know what happens in that ‘arena’. I didn’t want you to suffer the same fate as the previous victims. I did it because I love you, damn it.” You gritted your teeth and looked away from him. “I’d never hesitate to give my life up for yours.”

Dick took off his sunglasses and his glare turn to an expression of sadness, but with love. “I often ask myself if I deserve you, and I usually feel like I don’t.” His statement surprised you. “You’ve already done so much for me… But you were willing to die for me, even though you think you’re nothing and aren’t worthy to be with me.” He grabbed your hand and held it as if there was no tomorrow. “Babe, you are worthy. You’re more than worthy. There’s not a single reason for you not to be. There’s not a single reason that would deter me from loving you. Remember that.”

It brought tears to your eyes. No one had ever loved you as much as he did. You lightly squeezed his hand and gave him a grin. “I love you.” The words left your mouth almost everyday, but for some reason, they had more meaning in this moment.

“I love you, too, babe.”

I can’t write about Bane, the ending is disgustingly cheesy, and just… eh. Thanks for reading!

EDIT: I READ THROUGH THIS AND IT IS SO BAD

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Christmas Fan Fiction 2017 - Day 19 - Robin(Dick Grayson) x Reader - Two Lives Part 2

Ok, this took a while to do, and I’m not sure how good it is, but I have to admit I love writing Alfred! haha

Hope you Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

When [Y/N] woke the next morning, the space next to her in bed was empty. This wasn’t in itself wholly odd - as Dick was often an early riser - but that didn’t explain all the times she had woken in the night to find the same thing.

In those early hours of the morning, [Y/N]’s sleep disorientated mind had put it down to always waking when Dick had been in the bathroom, or maybe fetching some water, but now she thought about it again. She awoken three times in the night to find the bed empty, and now he wasn’t here this morning either. Had he been in the bed at all?

She scrambled out of bed and threw on a jumper, taking to the hallways and wandering the mansion, checking rooms and calling for him as she went, getting more and more worried when there was no response.

Dick Grayson suddenly woke up where he had finally passed out - half falling out of the chair in front of the batcomputer monitor. He had spent the entire night trying to help Bruce track down the criminal after all the warehouses around the old library had turned up empty. And - despite the hours he spent on it - he still felt like he had made very little progress.

The reason for his sudden awakening wasn’t clear until a newspaper was dropped promptly on his lap. “Good Morning, Master Dick.” Alfred greeted, stepping around the side of the chair and depositing a mug of coffee on a free surface. Dick just groaned in exhaustion, wishing he could still be asleep. He watched Alfred tiredly, the old butler’s face showing his usual neutral expression, though Dick could still read the underlying unimpressed air from him.

“I thought I ought to inform you, sir,” Said Alfred with a bored expression, his voice lacking any emotion, “That miss [Y/N] is wandering the mansion as we speak calling your name. She seems to think you are missing – and definitely will when she cannot find you.”

Shit. He’d had only meant to stay down in the cave for a few hours to finish helping Bruce with his rounds and tracking – he’d hadn’t meant for it to take him all night.

Bruce. Shit. He’d be home any minute as well.

“What did you tell her, Alfred?” Dick asked desperately.

“I haven’t spoken to her yet - I conveniently avoided her - assuming it would be best to tell you first.”

Dick breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Alfred. I’ll head out the back of the cave and walk round the front door – say I went out to get milk or something for you.”

“Could I suggest, then, Master Dick, that you actually have ‘milk or something with you’ to help solidify your story?” Said Alfred, smartly.

Dick could feel the heat in his cheeks from the near mistake. “Yes, your right. Can I borrow some milk?”

“I’m afraid, sir, that you have anticipated my own request, for I’m very near out of milk and so I do actually require you to fetch some.” Said Alfred. “It’ll do you good to get some fresh air I’d think.” He added.

Dick stared at the butler which a frown, hoping this was one of his infrequent jokes, but Alfred’s expression remained serious and Dick sighed in defeat, pushing himself tiredly to his feet.

Dick downed the scalding hot mug of coffee and then headed out the down the cave to the batmobile’s runway.

Alfred watched him go, only allowing himself a small smirk when the young lad had reached the bottom of the cave. Did he really think Alfred wouldn’t have the entire mansion stocked with every necessity the day before Christmas? That would teach the boy to not only treat Miss [Y/N] better, but also to not underestimate the butler.

It took longer than Dick thought it would to walk to the shop – having not walked there since he was much younger and having forgotten how long it took to cross the mansion’s grounds on foot - let alone the time it would then take to hike to the nearest shop. He had briefly considered the use of his motorbike, but [Y/N] was sure to hear the engine and that wouldn’t match the story he had woven.

When he finally arrived back at the mansion, he rapped wearily on the door, thinking of nothing but his bed. Alfred answered the door as usual. “Why thank you, Master Dick.” He said as a greeting, taking the milk - and the only evidence Dick had.

“So, I didn’t need the milk then, did I?” Demanded Dick hotly.

“Not at all Master Dick, we could not guarantee that Miss [Y/N] would not answer the door if I was otherwise occupied.” Pointed out Alfred. This seemed to calm Dick slightly, but Alfred failed to mention that he had been watching Dick’s progression to the Mansion since he entered the gates at the start of the long driveway. He had ensured he was the one to answer the door. Just for fun.

“I believe Miss [Y/N] is having breakfast.” Alfred informed Dick now, as he closed the door behind him.

“Thanks.” Dick muttered, still not in the best mood for all his efforts, and headed off in the direction of the dining room.

“Dick!” Cried [Y/N] when she saw him enter the room from where she sat at the head of the table, a large continental breakfast spread out before her – far too much for [Y/N] alone – Alfred had really out done himself for her. “Where have you been?!”

“I had to pop to the shop to get Alfred some more milk.” Dick explained.

“But Alfred just came in here with a huge jug of milk.”

“Uh – yeah – that was his last one.” Dick scrambled.

“Oh… He never strikes me as someone who doesn’t have a back-up…”

“Yes – well – uh – probably the pressure of the whole Christmas getting on top of him, ya know…” Dick muttered, wishing she’d drop it.

“You were gone a rather long time.” [Y/N] pointed out after a brief pause where Dick had sat down and helped himself to a croissant.

“Uh – yeah – it’s a quite a long way on foot.”

“Why didn’t you take the bike?” [Y/N] frowned.

“Oh, you know how loud that thing is – I didn’t want to wake anyone.” Exclaimed Dick, thinking on his feet. [Y/N] nodded along to this, but there was still a trace of concern on her face.

There was another, longer period of silence as they continued to eat, [Y/N]’s eye rarely leaving Dick – as though if she did, he might vanish again.

“Are you wearing the same clothes as yesterday?” She suddenly asked.

Dick looked down at himself, checking what he was wearing, “Uh, yeah – you know what I’m like, I don’t really care.” Dick shrugged, “Besides, I couldn’t sleep, so before I came downstairs I just threw on whatever was closest to hand.”

“How early did you get up?!” Exclaimed [Y/N].

“Uh – why?” Asked Dick warily, wondering if he’d somehow managed to put his foot in it.

“Just because I woke up numerous times in the night, and you were never there.” [Y/N] explained.

Dick’s mind panicked, “Uh, yeah – well – uh –“ And he laced together the best story he could at a moment’s notice, coming up with different reasons as to why he hadn’t been in the room throughout the night.

[Y/N] seemed to buy it, though she clearly still wasn’t too happy with it all.

Once breakfast was cleared away, [Y/N] asked what they were doing that day, considering they both had it off to do what they want – or so she though anyway.

“Uh – I was hoping to go try and nap and catch up on some sleep…” Murmured Dick, awkwardly. He knew [Y/N] clearly relished the idea of them spending some time together, but right now he wasn’t sure what sort of company he’d be.

“Oh – uh – sure…” said, [Y/N] clearly disappointed.

“But we’ll definitely do something this afternoon.” He promised. She looked at him for a moment, as though weighing up how much to believe him.

Eventually she smiled, and it looked genuine. “Sure.” She said happily, “I’ll go see if Alfred needs any help with the preparations for tomorrow.”

With that they parted ways – Dick up to his room, [Y/N] off towards the pantry.

Dick was awoken once more a few hours later. His head groggy and muddled with sleep. It took him a moment to remember everything that had gone wrong so far. He wasn’t surprised to find it was Alfred once more standing over him, with his usual bored expression.

“Good day, Master Dick.”

“Alfred…” Groaned Dick in response.

“Master Bruce would like to see you in his office.” Alfred told him.

Dick turned over in bed, burying himself amongst the covers and pillows. “Can’t he leave me alone for a few days.” He moaned into the sheets.

“It would appear not, sir.” Said Alfred unsympathetically, as he turned and left the room, his job having been done.

Dick lay in bed a few moments longer, before he finally dragged himself reluctantly from the pull of the bed.

He found Bruce in his office, keeping up his appearance by sitting at his desk with a mug of strong coffee and not looking anything like he’d had less sleep than Dick.

“You wanted to see me?” Dick grumbled as he strolled into the office.

“Yes.” Was all Bruce said, his attention busy on whatever was on the desk in front of him.

Dick frowned at him, rolled his eyes and dropped down into the armchair by a large wall of bookcases. “Can I ask why? I was sleeping after all.”

“I need you to run a scan for a number plate I have.”

“And why can’t you do it?” Dick asked grumpily. That made Bruce looked and he frowned.

“If this is about [Y/N], I said – “

“I know what you said, I’m just not overly thrilled about it.”

“I never asked for you to be thrilled about it, I asked for you to do it.” Bruce said simply.

Dick glared at him across the room. “One Christmas! One Christmas! That’s all I asked for! One Christmas off to be with my girlfriend! And you can’t even give me that!” He cried, angrily, his lack of sleep and stress of the last 24 hours finally getting to him.

“You know I don’t make the rules for when we have to work.” Bruce said darkly, though his voice was perfectly calm. “But we have to be able to respond to whatever happens. You asked to be part of this and I warned you what it entailed, but you forced me to let you in anyway.” Bruce told him, “This isn’t a hobby you can pick up and drop. This is a life and you know it.”

“If this is a life, then I want [Y/N] to know it.” Dick stated firmly.

Bruce scowled. “I will not have you telling every single girl that you ever date. If you think you can juggle a love-life with this life,” Bruce gestured around, “then you can date, but if you try and mix those lives – we have a problem.”

“Then I guess we have a problem.” Muttered Dick, before he promptly left the room.

He headed to the pantry to finally spend some time with his girlfriend, but only found Alfred there, rolling out a large circle of pastry.

Dick frowned, “Where’s [Y/N]?” He asked.

“I don’t know, sir.” Alfred said, looking up, “She went looking for you.”

“For me? But you knew I was talking to Bruce, why didn’t you stop her?!” Dick demanded.

“Well sir, when it comes to stubbornness, Miss [Y/N] is very similar to yourself.” Alfred pointed out.

Dick sighed loudly in exasperation and then left the room quickly, heading back to the rest of the mansion to try to figure out where [Y/N] had got to.

He checked the rooms around the office, the dining room, the drawing room and their bedroom, but she was nowhere. Dick was beginning to panic now – had she left the mansion altogether for some reason?

He began to systematically check every room in the mansion and was beginning to believe she must have gone when he finally heard a noise as he was walking along the corridor of one of the rarely used sections of the house.

He tracked the noise – which sounded slightly like a whimper – to a bedroom that hadn’t been used in years.

“[Y/N]?” He asked gently, knocking lightly at the door. No response, but he pushed the door open anyway.

The room was relatively empty, most of the furniture covered with white sheets. [Y/N] was sat on the dusty bed, the curtains closed, and only the bedside lamp throwing any light in the roof.

“[Y/N]?” Dick asked again.

She looked up at him then, “Leave me alone.” She muttered, dropping head her back down so she was looking once more at her hands folded on her lap.

“What’s wrong?” Dick asked, taking a step into the room.

“Don’t, Dick.” She murmured, but there was something hard in voice and she didn’t bother to look up. Dick ignored her though, moving over to her and kneeling in front of her, taking hold of her hands in her lap.

“No, come on. Spill it.” He said firmly, squeezing her hands reassuringly. Instead of words though, she burst into sobs.

“That wasn’t quite what I meant.” Muttered Dick, moving so he perched on the bed next to her and pulled her into his chest, feeling his t-shirt dampen under her tears.

When her hiccupping had subsided slightly, Dick tried to get an explanation from her again.

“I overheard you and Bruce.” She managed to sob out.

Oh no. “What exactly did you hear?” He asked warily.

“Enough.” She muttered between hiccups into his chest “I don’t want to get in the way of whatever it is you need to do!”

“I have nothing I need to do that is not with you.” Murmured Dick in her ear.

She suddenly pulled back from him. “Stop lying to me! I know you lied about Bruce wanting me here! I know you lied about every time you left me yesterday and I know you lied about last night and this morning!” [Y/N] cried, “Alfred has at least 3 weeks supply of milk!” She snapped.

Alfred. Dick glared internally. Note to self to string up the butler. Dick didn’t say anything though, just pulling [Y/N] back into his chest which she didn’t resist, a fresh wave of tears hitting and soaking into his shirt and skin.

“I’m not mad at you for lying to me, I know you must have a reason.” She sobbed, her voice muffled against his body, “I just don’t want to be the thing between you and Bruce – I know you are family.” She sniffed.

“You’re not in between me and Bruce.” He told her firmly. “Bruce is between me and Bruce.”

He continued to comfort [Y/N] for at least an hour, both ending up curled together on the musty, dusty bed, [Y/N]’s head resting on Dick’s chest, and both falling asleep amongst the white linen covered furniture.

When Dick woke up it was getting dark and he was alone on the bed again. Damn that girl kept slipping away from him.

He pushed himself quickly off the lumpy mattress and hurried out the room and down the hall. He found Alfred dusting the dining room ready for the Christmas meal the following day.

“Where’s [Y/N]?!” He demanded, worried she had gotten it into her head that she ought to leave. That was the last thing he wanted right now.

“I don’t know Master Dick,” Alfred said in surprise at the urgency in Dick’s voice, “but I thought I saw her heading towards the front door.”

Shit. He ran out of the room and down the hall towards the large entranceway. That was when he heard the raised voices in Bruce’s office. Oh no.

Dick skidded to a halt and turned, aiming for the office now instead. He crept up to the door which luckily hadn’t been fully closed, getting as close as he dared to listen before he barged in.

“-op overworking him, otherwise one of these days he’ll snap!” Came [Y/N]’s angry voice. “I know you kept him up all of last night, despite what he told me! And now he’s upstairs, dead to this world because of you!” Dick could see her in his mind’s eye, jabbing a finger at Bruce whilst he sat pretending to flinch on the other side of the desk.

“I’m sorry, if I have angered you in anyway, Miss [L/N], that certainly wasn’t my intention.” Said Bruce innocently. “I just had some urgent work last night that Dick agreed to help me on.”

“Your just as bad a liar as he is.” Grumbled [Y/N].

Dick chose this point to knock on the door and step in.

“Ah, just the man I wanted to see.” Said Bruce, standing up and eying Dick seriously behind [Y/N]’s back as she turned to face him.

“I thought you’d still be asleep.” She said in surprise.

“Trying to bully Bruce all alone? You know that’s my favourite past time.” He teased lightly, though like Bruce, he knew the seriousness of this situation. “I don’t need you to fight my battles though, [Y/N].”

“I’m not fighting your battles, I’m fighting my own – which just happens to include you.” She said shortly. Dick held his hands up in apology.

[Y/N] rounded back on Bruce. “There is something between the two of you. I don’t care if you don’t want to tell me what it is – but please stop coming up with these lame excuses – it just makes me wonder what stupid you think I am!” With that she stormed from the room, though Dick was glad to see she headed further into the house, rather than turning for the front door.

“Bruce, I – “ Dick began, turning back to the man who had collapsed back into his chair again.

“You know my rule, Dick. You can’t just tell every girl you think you have a crush on.”

“But she’s not just a girl I have a crush on. She’s [Y/N]. She’s it. If it’s not her, it’s no one. She might not know that, but I do – this is my way to show her.” Dick insisted desperately.

Bruce eyed him with a steely gaze as though measuring up his words. “On your head, be it.” He eventually muttered, turning his attention to a document on his desk, signalling that it was the end of the conversation.

Dick couldn’t believe what Bruce had just said. He immediately strode quickly for the door, but didn’t miss the quiet “Merry Christmas.” Murmured from the direction of the desk. He couldn’t stop himself grinning as he ran down the hallway.

Now all he had to do was find a way to tell [Y/N].

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