This is a regular imagine, I feel lke making it sort of a pattern, ya know? Also I have a weird idea, so read the author's note at the end. Thanks bb!
Today you were at a beach house. Grayson, Ethan, Ethan's girlfriend, and you decided to spend your last week of summer break there. At the moment, you four were celebrating your last few days of freedom at a restaurant. You start to look around and notice how everyone is happy. You want to feel happy, but there is another feeling gnawing inside you.
"I gotta go". You say as you make your way out of the booth. They all look at each other in confusion and stay there. You hurry your way to the shore by the restaurant, you pick up your long sundress and begin to run faster. Once you get to the shore, you take your sandals off and wiggle your toes in the sand. You try to admire the beautiful scenery the sun, sky, and body of water has created, but the accumulative tears create another ocean in your eyes.
"Hey, y/n. What happened?" Grayson says touching your shoulders.
"Nothing". You wipe your tears.
"Don't lie to me, if it was nothing you wouldn't have run out here. Tell me".
"It's just everyone is so happy, and I want to be happy, but I feel terrible". You say.
"Why?"
"I don't know. It's just the fact that I'm not going to be this happy anymore is really getting to me". You wipe your tears again.
"Y/n, don't think it of it like it's the ending of your happiness. Think of it as the beginning of the best time of your life. I won't ever let you be sad. You know that". He smiles. He gets in front of you and cups your cheek with his hand. "Please stop crying, okay?"
"Alright". You chuckle.
"C'mon, let me get some dessert". Grayson says as he takes your hand.
"Do you think they'll believe that I'm overreacting once we get there?" You raise your eyebrow as you make your way out the beach.
"I never said we were going back to the restaurant". He says as he stops and slips your sandals back on your feet. You smile to yourself and you guys make your car.
You drive to the empty beach house quickly, giggling your way inside the place. His hands mold over your figure as they make their descending trip to your hips. His hands grab the fabric tugging it lightly. You smile and turn around. He noticed the small zipper and runs it down. You watch the dress fall as his lips tortuously brush from your neck to your shoulder. You let out a small breath and feel a tingle grow in your lower abdomen.
"I've been waiting so long for me to do this". He whispers into your ear. You turn around and begin to unbutton his shirt. He smiles at you, taking in your almost nude appearance. Your hands run up his body, the ridges of his stomach and his chest skim under the palm of your hands. You take off his shirt, now you are taking in his partial nudity. Your nimble fingers work with the cord on his swim shorts.
"No, y/n. Go lay down". Grayson says as he gestures to the bed. You oblige and lay down, taking your bra off in the process. He locks the door and glides to you and lays his hands onto your knees. He parts your legs, crawling onto the space they were at and uses his legs to prevent yours from closing. He begins a trail of kisses starting from your forehead, the bridge of your nose, your lips, your chin, and lastly, the center of your chest.
He looks up at you as his mouth hovers over your left breast. His tongue softly swipes over it; your eyes shut lightly at the simple act. His mouth continues its path down your body. He presses his lips above your belly button, below, and stops once he reaches the hem of your panties.
"I wonder who has you this wet". he coos. His tongue glides over your aching skin and makes a small yelp fall out of your mouth. He takes the wet fabric of swiftly, leaving you bare and ready for his entirety. You notice his eyes growing darker with lust and excitement. His hunger for you drove you crazy. . . you wanted him now. He stands up and unties the cord of his tightened swim shorts, and they slide to his ankles. He kicks them off of his feet then rests his knees back on the bed.
"Look under the pillow". He smirks. You pull out a metallic packet and toss it to him. Intriguingly, he opened the packet, taking the condom out and sliding it on. His hands begin to inch their way from your knees, going down your thighs and stopping at your hips. One of his hands grasps his length.
"How bad do you want it?" He asks you.
"Very bad". You groan. Without warning, he penetrates your entrance, earning a pleasurable moan from you.
"Wish granted". He says. He begins to rock his hips back and fourth at a steady pace. He licks his thumb sensually, and presses it against the edge of your crevice.
"Fuck". You gasp. His fingers dig into your hips, and you already know you're going to wake up with bruises there tomorrow morning. He pushes himself in you as deep as he possibly could. You both loudly, causing the to echo back to you. He bends over and begins to bite at your neck. "Gray. . ." You say. He begins to speed up causing you to moan louder.
"Damn it, baby. . . I love when you moan my name". He grunts. He gets a little carried away by slapping the side of your thigh, but it only added to the ecstatic state you were in. Grayson felt your legs trembling at his actions. You climax seconds later, but Grayson hasn't. He pulls his member out and yanks the condom off, finishing the rest himself. As you try to catch your breath, you heard a loud moan bellow from Grayson's mouth and suddenly warm fluid hits your stomach. He stays at your legs for a while and then plops right next to you.
"That was the best sex I've had with you". He says. "There isn't any reason why you should be sad. Especially since this will always be the way I can make you smile".
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The important message: So earlier this week, I read a dirty imagine that had a 'kink or lifestyle' (that's what the writer wrote) called DDLG. And I was wondering, would you guys like for me to write an imagine like that? Or something similar to that? If you would like for me to publish the next imagine as a kink encounter, please vote and comment which kink yall want me to write.
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++Thanks so much for 1.5K reads and 69 votes (yall dirty people) I really appreciate that ya'll still read my ishh. Have a goodnight, bath, dinner, breakfast, idk. BYE CINNAMON ROLLS. :) (The next imagine will be a request)
