can you write angry sex w grayson ??

"You think it's funny making me jealous like that?" Grayson said as he fucked you hard, his hips smacking against your ass, one hand gripping your waist while the other was gripping your hair, making you arch your back.

"I'm sorry daddy!" You moaned, screaming as his hand came in contact with your ass cheek, leaving a red print. He loved seeing his marks on your body.

He pulled you towards him, his chest against your back, his hand around your throat.

"Look at you, slut. So good for me uh? You love when I fuck you like this? Like the little cum slut you are?" He whispered in your ear, biting your earlobe.

You were a moaning mess, tears falling down your cheeks, your makeup all smudged, your body so weak you could feel your legs giving up.

He flipped you over, your legs on his shoulders, fucking you so hard you could feel his dick in your stomach for how deep he was getting.

"Fuck you feel so good! This pussy is so tight for me!" He groaned, choking you. He tapped two of his fingers on your mouth, signaling you to open it. You did so, allowing your cheeks to take his thick fingers, him pushing them down until you gagged.

"You like that?" He said, slapping your cheek. You moaned, nodding. "More please" you begged.

"Yeah?" Grayson asked, slapping your other cheek. He finally came inside of you with a loud groan, pushing his load and keeping it in your pussy.

"That's my good girl"

can u pls right something ab gray going hard on u and ur just shaking and sobbing and he ends up feel rlly bad so hes just kissing u and holding u & kissing ur pussy cus its so sore ? fanks bby 🤍🤍

can you do 6 & 17 for smut? i love your writing so much :))

6 - “We’re in public, you know.”

17 - “Oh my God, do that again.”

Thank you♥️ Here we go again. I hope you enjoy it, baby💕

•••••••

You were playing with your little black dress pulling it up and down as you Grayson walked around your mall.

Making him groan he couldn’t tell if you were doing it to be a tease or if you had one too many glasses of wine at dinners. To be honest it was probably a bit of both.

“Will you stop that, we’re in public, you know”

You giggled and continued to showcase your blush pink lingerie set you bought days prior. That was until he grabbed your hand and pulled you against him hiding you from the group of teen boys who were keeping their eyes trained on you.

“Knock it off.” He said sternly and you pouted before obeying and groaning as he dragged you into Urban Outfitters.

“I hate this store, can we-“

“Nope, I need to get something for you.”

“Can you at least let go of my hand so I can fix my boots.”

He let go of your hand you bent down to lace up your knee-highs when an unfamiliar hand came in contact with your ass and you popped up mindlessly smiling at the man that passed you.

“What the fuck.”

Grayson again grabbed your hand and dragged you to the cash register buying a hoodie. You tried to read him but something wasn’t clicking he was fighting back his emotions but to what.

“Put this on.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Y/n it wasn’t a fucking question.”

You slipped on the navy blue hoodie that stopped at your knees and he walked you out to the car.

•••••

“Oh my god, do that again.”

He pulled on your hair again as he pushed himself into you fully. You tightening around him involuntarily as you adjusted to his size. He wrapped a hand around your neck and made you look him in his eyes.

“You gonna wear a longer dress next time?”

He questions and you nod as he starts thrusting slowing your nails digging into his back your breath getting caught in your throat. As he speeds up the first thrusts always got to you something always made you lose your breath.

“You gonna be a good girl for me?”

you answer but it comes out as a broken moan as you felt your orgasm approaching. He pulled you off of him sitting you in the passenger seat of your car making you groan.

“I fucking hate you.”

“You wanna cum, I would suggest running after that man.”

You sighed running your hand through your hair

“you are so annoying.”

“Get it from you, angel.”

alpha a bit angry is hot 😖 a blurb about that please?

“You really wanna come with? You really think you can fucking defend yourself if they attack?” Grayson asks, turning to you as you lean against the doorframe of his bedroom watching your boyfriend slip off his dirty shirt from working at the auto shop all day.

You shrug, exhaling loudly, which only aggravates him more since you know he could hear you whisper from rooms away, so what is the point in huffing so loud. “I don’t know you could give me a weapon or something.”

“Don’t make me laugh.” he laughs sarcastically, searching through the closet for a clean shirt.

“Why are you being such an ass? I just want to help my boyfriend?” you grumble, shoulders slumping and a glare taking over your face.

Grayson turns towards you, his eyes stern, and his lips turned up into a snarl. “I already told you no, why can't you get that into your thick fucking skull.” his jaw clenches and his arms cross over his bare chest.

You shrug once again, a smirk appearing on your face. “Aren’t I your disobedient human for a reason?”

He huffs, shaking his head at your immaturity. “You’re pushing it, Y/N.”

“Just let me go.” 

“I said no.” he clicks his tongue.

“Why not?”

“I said fucking NO! Alright? So shut the fuck up about it already!” He yells a loud growl leaving his lips as his eyes flash red at you. 

You’re not scared. Grayson and you have had too many arguments where he has let his temper get the best of him, you know you can push his limits even further than this. “You can’t stop me.” 

“Oh yeah.” he takes a few steps closer to you so he’s towering over you and you have to crane your neck to look up at him. “Watch me.” he spits out, hand coming around your throat to push you back against the bed.

Grayson doesn’t care if his bedroom door is literally wide open, he pounds you so hard into the mattress that he leaves an imprint of your body in it and makes sure he fucks you so hard you are unable to stand up from the bed without your knees buckling and your legs feeling like jelly.

Grayson looks down at your weak body, panting hard and cum spilling out of your sensitive pussy as he does up his belt. “I think it’s safe to say you won’t be going anywhere tonight.” he slips his two fingers into your pussy to push his cum deep inside you, making you moan out and arch your back. Leaving a soft kiss on your lips, he shoves his fingers into your mouth and watches you clean the mixture of his cum and yours off his sticky pads. 

Just as you think he’s proved his point he pushes his fingers deeper into your mouth, letting them hit the back of your throat and making you gag around them. “Stay right there or I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a month.”

getting your nipples pierced so when gray hugs you it hurts and you lightly moan or something and he makes you show him. ( bff! gray)

OH MY GOD. and you didn’t even fucking tell him.

it was just for you, you didn’t have anyone to show them off to, it was your little present to yourself. you went into the shop alone, got them pierced, and went back home. and you were in love. you’ve secretly been wanting to get them pierced for so long, but would never tell a soul. but of course, grayson wanted you to come over for dinner that night.

at the shop they told you to avoid wearing bras for at least a week, so you decided on wearing a baggy shirt over tonight in hopes it would disguise your new piercings. as much as you would love to tease gray by wearing a tight, almost see through shirt, you were also a little bashful about your new jewelry.

because what if he didn’t like it? you liked grayson, and it was obvious he liked you too, but that didn’t mean you based all your decisions on whether or not he would like it too. but that little voice in the back of your mind made you nervous, because you really wanted him to like it.

you brush it off, grabbing your keys and heading over to grayson and ethan’s. it wasn’t like he would be seeing them any time soon, right?

you let yourself inside, the smell of grayson’s delicious cooking overtaking your senses. you loved when he cooked, even if it was fully vegan. walking into the kitchen, you wait for him to turn around instead of making your presence known.

“hey!” he smiles, setting down the spatula and heating towards you.

and before you have the chance to stop him, he’s pulling you in for a tight hug. you let out a tiny squeak, placing your hands on his biceps as he envelops you in his arms, a soft groan following shortly after. he frowns, letting go of you and stepping back.

“what was that for?” he chuckles out, moving to turn the stove off so he can focus his attention on you. if he didn’t turn it off, surely the food would have burned.

“i, um,” you stutter, moving back to lean against the dining table, “you squeezed me really tight.”

he throws a questioning look at your red face, looking you up and down. something was up, he could tell. you two always gave each other giant hugs and tight squeezes, why did you react so different today.

“really?” he mumbles, placing his hand on his hip while he holds himself up his his other hand planted on the counter.

“yep.” you mumble, nodding your head.

he still doesn’t believe you, but shrugs it off, going back to the food, “okay, we’ll, what’d you do today? huh?”

you blank, trying to search for an excuse. what did you do today? you went grocery shopping, did some laundry and cleaning around the house, oh yeah, got your nipples pierced. pretty average day if you say so yourself.

“nothing, really. lazy day.” you avoid looking at him, tucking your hair behind you ear.

he scoffs, looking at you with a cocked up eyebrow, “are you fucking with me? you’re acting so weird right now, y/n.”

“weird?” you frown, looking at him. he can tell you’re still lying from the way your voice goes up in pitch.

he looks at you knowingly and nods, “what are you hiding from me?”

you swallow thickly, playing with the hem of you tshirt, trying to decide if you should reveal your secret or not. with a sigh you look up at him, he’s not focused on the food.

“do you want me to show you?” you mumble nervously, twisting the material of your shirt in between your fingers.

“show me what?” you’ve got his attention now, he’s turning down the burner to a simmer and facing you with curious eyes, “did you get a tattoo?”

“no,” you mumble, stepping towards him.

you look around the room, checking to see if anyone was about to walk in. you couldn’t believe you were going to do this. but there was no backing out now. you keep your eyes on his, gazing up at him as you slowly lift up your shirt.

“holy fucking shit, y/n.” he breathes out.

his eyes almost bulge out of his head as he gawks at your tits on full display. he blinks a few times, not tearing his eyes away for a second. they flicker up to you then back down, then back up. you giggle at his reaction.

“you did this today?” he finally says, scratching the side of his chin.

“yeah.” you mumble shyly, twisting side to side in front of him.

“wow,” his hand comes down to press over his crotch, making you laugh. he looks to you sheepishly, chuckling, “sorry, they look really hot though.”

“you like them?” you bite your lip.

“fuckin love them.” he doesn’t stop himself from holding onto your waist before leaning down and kissing the tops of your boobs, mumbling against your skin, “bet they’re still sensitive, huh?”

“mhm,” you close your eyes, confidence coarsing through your veins as you hum out loud, “you’re gonna have to wait a while before you get to play with them, gray.”

“so that’s a promise i’ll get to play with them?” he smirks, looking back up to you.

you smirk back with a gentle nod, “yeah, and i always keep my promises.”

Concept about you and gray having crying passionate sex and he tells you “stop tryna run away and take this dick”

His thrusts are slow but rough, it’s like he’s trying to make a statement with each individual thrust, trying to tell you something. But all you get is a large wave of ecstasy run through your body as his hips snap, the tip of him hitting so deep it has you withering. 

“You like that princess?” He asks, holding onto your hips, before letting his hands explore between the valley of your breasts and loosely wrap around your throat. 

You nod, all your words tuck in your throat and the only thing escaping from your lips are whines and whimpers. Just as his hand tightens, your feet firmly plant on the mattress and to move away from him, hands on his lower stomach to push him back just when it all gets so overwhelming. “G-Gray.” You utter, gulping shortly after. 

His hand leaves your throat for a short second to take your hands off him, pinning them above your head and his hands returning to your hips to hold you down, his head tilting to the side as he nails into you with no struggle. “Stop running away from it, take this dick like the good girl you are.”

alpha!gray in his rut overstimulating the fuck out of y/n bc they’re on like round 7 and he’s still wants more 🥵

He growls as you fall onto the bed, stomach hitting the soft fresh sheets and letting out loud whimpers. Even though he has just filled you up to the brim for the sixth time, his cock is still hard and he wants more. He needs more. The thing about his rut is that he can go for one round or he can go for ten. If he still feels an urge to breed with you after round one, he will go again and he will keep going until his wolf instincts calm down.

His hands grip your hips and he pulls you up, so you’re back on your knees, back arched and face smushed against the pillows. “Grayson, no.” you whimper, reaching your hand out to push him away.

Grayson snarls slapping his hand away. “You really wanna stop? Say the word.” he grits through his teeth, hand wrapping around your luscious locks to pull you up so your back hits against his chest and he can let his other hand reach down and rub against your over-sensitive clit.

You shake your head and let out loud cries at the friction of his fingers against your burning clit. “I can’t take anymore.” you cry, tears running down your face, near sobbing. 

“It looks like you want it.” he rumbles against your ear implying to the way you are grinding against his hand, wanting more even though you are shaking your head. “Do you want it?” he asks, rubbing the head of his cock against your dripping wet heat. 

You eagerly nod and that’s all it takes for Grayson to push himself inside of you and watch you jerk and shiver, already feeling your high coming as he hammers into your oversensitive pussy, so hot and ready to milk his thick cock. All it takes for him is to wrap his hand around your throat and keep his fingers moving against your clit to have you squirting everywhere again.

“This is it, pup, gonna fucking knock you up and have you all swollen.” He rasps out into your ear, watching you make a mess everywhere and shake in his hold, his own thrusts getting sloppy from how good you look. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, here it comes.” and he explores inside you, once again flooding your cunt in his cum, you are literally full to the brim with his creamy seed and he loves it.

And he doesn’t knot. He doesn't knot inside you, he slips out so easily and you know he’s growing hard again. “Are you serious, Grayson?” you ask, completely flabbergasted on how his body still is deep in a rut and believes he hasn’t knocked you up yet.

“Just one more round.”

OKAY BUT how would alpha!gray handle sex with his heavily pregnant mate you don’t have to answer this if it’s weird but i think it’s interesting 🥴

this is not weird at all, i love it & love you

You were the one who is the horniest during your pregnancy, it feels as if you are attracted to him every time you see him around the house. Every time you see him cooking, every time you see him working out shirtless, every time you see him just looking like your baby daddy, you combust and beg for him.

“Babe, your 8 days past your due date. Just get some rest.” Grayson says, looking like the most delicious meal, droplets of water dripping off his light curls and his chest steamy and glowing only to lead down to that white towel hanging low on his hips.

You whine, hands caressing your stomach that has your (not so) little bean hiding in there. “Sex is supposed to make him come out faster.” you groan.

“Funny enough, we’ve been fucking throughout the whole 9 months and little man is late.” Grayson jokes, only resulting in you pouting.

Getting extremely heated and needy, you begin to push yourself out of bed, plan to head over to him where he is searching through his closet, and get on your knees to give him the best head of his life.

“No stop there, don’t you dare move,” he says, back faced towards you but already hearing the shifting of your body against the sheets.

“But, Grayson-“

“If I fuck you we’re going slow,” Grayson says, finally turning to you, with a stern voice. Even if he doesn’t want to fuck you slowly, he has to. Too scared that this close to the due date being rough would hurt the baby.

“Then you might as well not fuck me at all,” you whine.

He shakes his head with a laugh. “We don’t have to tie each other up every single time mamas.”

“It’s more fun on my end that way and baby boy inside of me loves excitement,” you flick on the right side of your belly only to receive a harsh kick from him. “See?”

“You saying our baby enjoys us having sex really is going to creep me out.”

“Grayson!”

“What?!”

“Just fuck me!” you nearly scream, tipping your head back and rolling your eyes.

He has to give in, especially when you look that fine, all swollen and glowy for him. “Fine, but if your waters break or something that’s on you.”

girl okay picture this you and gray just had a little girl and she only stops crying when her mamas holding her and gray gets all up in his head about it and needs a lil reassurance from y/n 🥺

THIS WAS ME WHEN I WAS BORN WITH MY MAMA 🤣🤣

grayson’s pouty when the small human ceases her cries when y/n’s arms encloses around her as she laid in the hospital bed, slowly recovering from the previous long hours of agonizing labor. layla dolan had cried loudly when engulfed in the arms of her tearful, excited father, but when she’s taken back by her mouth, she immediately quiets down.

“she hates me.”

y/n chuckled. “gray, she does not hate you.”

“she cried with me, but she’s not crying with you,” grayson frowned, glancing down at his feet sadly. “she prefers you over me.”

“gray, she just came out of me. i was her little home for nine months, cut her some slack,” the mom chuckles. “it’s going to take time to bond, grayson. besides, who cares if she’s a momma’s girl? you’re the one who wants ten kids, i’m sure one of them is bound to be a papa’s kid.”

he sighed, smiling softly. perhaps it was the exhaustion getting to him. “yeah, you’re right...”

“but, you know gray... layla is a daddy’s girl, i can feel it in my veins,” y/n smiled, glancing down at the little newborn baby in her arms. she then gasped, “look! she’s breastfeeding, gray! she must have been hungry.”

grayson watched the beautiful sight in awe of his little angel being fed from his other angel. “that’s amazing... you really made a beautiful baby, baby.”

she glanced up at grayson and smiled. “we made her together, gray. she has half of you.”