Dolan Twins Imagines // 1

Good Woman // Grayson Dolan

Warning; smut

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"Grayson! You do this so many times! I keep-" His lips smash onto mine. I moan as he squeezes my butt,

"Let me make you feel good baby girl. Let me make it up to you." He backs me against the wall. Sweet alcohol fills my nostrils and rubs off in my mouth as he kisses me again. I push him slightly,

"You're drunk. We're not doing this." I try to leave, but he pulls me back,

"Baby girl. I swear I'm not drunk." He kisses me again. I still taste the alcohol transferring from his mouth to mine,

"Gray. You are drunk. You can't lie to me. Am I just not good enough? You keep going-" He presses his lips onto mine again,

"I'm not lying. If I was drunk, I wouldn't be able to walk straight." He walks in a straight line to prove it. I shake my head,

"Even still. You disappear all the time and I sit here for hours and wonder where you go." I cross my arms. He walks up to me and puts his arms around my hips,

"I'm sorry. Really. I can stop. Spend my time with you, you know?" He looks down at me with hopeful eyes. He kisses my lips gently, waiting for them to move in sync. I deny him at first, but give in once he pulls me closer. He lifts me effortlessly, carrying me to our shared bedroom in his house. He closes the door with his foot and tosses me on the bed. I bounce once and he crawls forward so that he's hovering right above me. He kisses me passionately, keeping it gentle nonetheless. His hands rub down my body, stopping at the waistband of my shorts. He fiddles with it, eventually slipping his hand in and rubbing my dripping core. He bites my bottom lip,

"Is my baby girl this wet for me?" He yanks my bottoms down, tossing them blindly. I nod,

"Y-Yes." I watch his fingers move, eager for him to do something. He chuckles darkly,

"What do you want me to do? I'm all yours." He rubs circles on my bare clit, moans already begging to slip out of my mouth. I stutter over my words for a second, forcing something out,

"P-Please. Do anything." I throw my head back as he applies pressure. He chides me softly,

"Wrong answer baby girl. I want to hear something specific." He slips his fingers into my entrance, pumping lazily. My hips jerk upwards,

"Fuck! That! Keep doing that!" I lean my head up. He reaches his free hand up and unclips my bra with it. He throws that as well, pumping his fingers in and out of me faster. I get a good look at the actions going on in my lower region and I throw my head back again, moaning louder than intended. He moves his head lower and replaces his fingers with his mouth. Cold air briefly touches me before his warm mouth takes care of that issue. I scream,

"Grayson!" I grab his hair and pull it lightly. He groans, pleasurable vibrations attacking my already sensitive heat. He continues this, humming and moaning against me, attempting to push me closer to my high faster. I jerk my hips violently, grinding myself against his face as best I could,

"Gray, I-I'm-" I forget my words as my orgasm rips through me. I spray all over Grayson's face, failing at my attempt not to. He licks me clean, his hands going to the waistband of his sweats. I was tired out, but I started coming to my senses,

"Wait! No, you're not distracting me again!" I stand up on the floor, my weak knees doing me no justice in trying to make my point and my voice cracking from the overuse of it,

"You always do this. Go out to who knows where, does WHO KNOWS WHAT AND COME HOME JUST TO HAVE ME MAD AT YOU!" I take a deep breath before continuing,

"YOU PROBABLY FUCK GIRLS BEHIND MY BACK AND COME HOME JUST TO FUCK ME RIGHT AFTER! WELL, NEWS FLASH DAMN IT! YOU HAVE A GOOD WOMAN AND, IF YOU CAN'T REALIZE IT, I'M LEAVING!" I grab a hoodie and shorts, along with underwear and throw it all on. I start walking out, but he grabs my wrist,

"Please? I'll change. I swear." He bites his lip nervously. I shake my head,

"Don't tell me you'll change. All you do is make a little money in the day time, then you go and spend it, probably at some club. It's the worst possible thing because-" I stop myself. I was, in fact, pregnant with his child. I didn't feel like it was quite the moment to tell him though. I roll my eyes,

"Forget it. I'm leaving. I've tolerated this for years. Goodbye." I leave the room and look for my keys. Grayson follows me and finds them before I do. He reaches over and grabs them, holding them so that I couldn't get anywhere close to them. I groan and he sniffles,

"Please. Don't leave me. I'm so so so sorry. I can change. I-I will change. Just one more chance." He pleads with me frantically. I scoff,

"You've been given chance after chance Grayson. It's so bad too because it's the fact that I DON'T WANNA SAY NO! BUT I HAVE TO!" I calm down,

"Grayson. I've told you before. I make your food, I do your laundry, I take care of your needs. You give me sex in return. That's not good enough. It's like you love me only half the time. I tolerate that when I shouldn't. This isn't what's right for me, you, or the... the baby." I mumble my last words and snatch my keys. He throws me over his shoulder,

"Who?!" He holds me tightly as I squirm,

"Me! It isn't right for me! Put me down before you hurt it- me! BEFORE YOU HURT ME!" He puts me down on command,

"I would never hurt you." He goes to hug me. I push him away gently,

"Well, it's a little late for that." I walk out and look at him once,

"I'll be over for my things tomorrow."

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part 2 is a definite. -KudosDolan