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⤿ GARRETT GRAHAM loves that you're an academic weapon. Well... he loves it until finals week rolls around and suddenly your textbooks are your first love.

!! wc: 2k. innuendoes. fluff. fem!reader. established relationship. studious!reader. garrett is whipped and needy. no spoilers. taglist open. ENJOY. COMMENTS ENCOURAGED.

thank you so much!! ily!

“Come cuddle” & “I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” 

The sounds in New Jersey were a lot different than the sounds of LA. Wildlife replaced the beeping of car horns, and the first few nights it was actually a bit spooky. But you’d gotten used to it - or so you thought.

The way you jumped from a gentle tap on the door gave away that you were still a bit on edge. 

“C-Come in?” Your voice made it a question, and listened carefully to hear the door open slowly. 

Grayson was the one who came in, shirtless and rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. And even though his hair was pointing in 20 different directions, you couldn’t think of anybody more attractive. 

You and Grayson were best friends, and you’d been pleasantly surprised when he asked you to come back to Jersey with him. You were hitting the stage of friendship where there was a possibility of it becoming more, and the thought excited you.

“Gray, it’s 3 in the morning, what are you doing?” You asked, but you weren’t mad in the slightest that he’d woken you up. 

“Stupid fucking frogs,” he grumbles, barely audible.

“What?”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay in here?” His voice was deep and gravely, and it sent tingles all through your body. 

“Laundry room living getting to you? I told you you could have this room,” you teased. It was true - you’d offered the guest bedroom that was yours at the moment to him, but he assured you he didn’t want it.

“Shush and scoot over,” he grumbled, obviously groggy. You obliged, pouting a bit as you ended up on the cold side of the bed and he climbed into the coziest part of the covers.

“You took the warm spot, asshole.”

“Well, come cuddle then, asshole,” he poised, eyes still closed. You jumped on the opportunity, realizing this could very well be the turning point that makes your friendship a relationship. You eagerly moved back over to him and slotted yourself in his arms, wrapping yourself around him, basking in the warmth. 

“Mmmmmm. I could get used to this.” You couldn’t see his face in the dark, but you could tell he was smirking. You traced random shapes with your finger on his chest, suddenly wide awake. He yawned, and when his body relaxed from it he rolled over, arm snaking around your waist and pulling you so your back was to his chest. You swore you felt his press a kiss into your hair, but you couldn’t be sure. 

“This is better than the laundry room, yeah?” 

“So much better, you have no idea.” 

   i’d been hired for a modeling position a few days prior and was beyond excited. however, i wasn’t notified i would be sharing the position with a 21 year old man…

this was absolutely not too much bb! i appreciate you and im glad you like how descriptive i get, i work hard on that shit lmao

It’s definitely safe to say Grayson is head over heels, totally, 100% in love with you. And not just infatuated, or passionately intrigued, like legit soulmate kind of love. He looks at you like you hang the stars and the moon every night, like you’re the only thing to matter in the universe.

So it’s natural when he sees you doing things he loves or finds endearing that he feels a certain type of way.

The first time you caught him, though, was when you were both standing in front of his mirror in his bathroom washing your faces at the same time. He was stood behind you as you scrubbed, smiles adorning your faces as you joked around together. You’d spent the day apart and were excited to just go to sleep next to one another. You were happy, it felt good to be with him finally. What you were expecting, however, was to feel the bulge in his pants when you suddenly bent down to wash the cleanser from your skin.

“Are you fucking hard right now?” You tease him, turning on the tap and starting to scoop the water gently across your cheeks and forehead to wash away the bubbles.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, leaning above you and resting his hands on the counter next to your body to trap you there. His body heat radiated towards you like a sauna, but you loved it.

You giggle, deciding your skin is sufficiently clean as you stand up after turning the water off. Your body is completely flush against his and sure enough, his hard cock is still tucked right against your ass as you grab your little towel to start to dry off.

“Why? I thought you were tired.”

He huffs, and even through the bubbles on his skin from his soap you can see the flush growing up his neck and onto his cheeks as he shrugs and pouts. “Dunno. Just love you.”

Your smile never falters as you turn to him, raising your eyebrow. “You got hard because you love me?”

He nods. “Love you and love doing shit like this with you, domestic shit.”

You lift your hand to use the towel to wipe away any suds on his lips before leaning in to peck his lips quickly. “Aw, you get love boners for me?”

He chuckles as his eyes roll, his hands coming to your hips to keep enough distance between you so that you’re not directly against him anymore. “Yes. Now can I wash my face?”

You step aside and let him go through his own routine, but you can’t seem to shake the idea of him getting hard literally just from loving you so much. It was cute, sweet even. And you needed to know what triggered it. So you started to pay attention more. Sure, it’s definitely inappropriate to be looking at and subtly brushing against Grayson’s crotch all the time, especially in public, but you saw it as a way to know what he loved about you without him voicing it.

Some of the things shocked you, like the time Ethan jumped around the corner to scare you both and you screamed, grabbing Grayson and using him as a human shield from what you thought was danger. After Ethan calmed down and life continued on, you saw it.

And you called him on it again, too.

“I like it when you feel safe with me, like I can protect you.”

You accepted that because, well, it was true. There aren’t many places or people in the world that you feel like you can fully relax and be yourself, but if you were anywhere with Grayson you feared nothing.

After that he was almost more into you knowing about it than you. Every time you got him hard without meaning to and without doing anything sexy, he’d give you a look and you’d know instantly what was going on.

So when you’re dancing, drunk as fuck might you add, at your cousin’s wedding and he gives you that look from where he’s sat with your other cousins, you can’t help but immediately break out into a fit of giggles. You’re practically floating to him from your place on the dance floor, ignoring the pleas of your cousins to stay before plopping down into his lap.

“What’s got you this time? Because I know for a fact watching me do the cha cha slide is not what did it for you.”

He laughs, his arms tightening around your waist as you lean your full body weight into him. “I just love seeing you with your family so happy. I’m glad our kids will have such a fun mom and a great family to be a part of.”

You could literally feel yourself melt at his words.

However the incident that got to you the most was brunch the next day. You were hungover as fuck, but obviously still showed up with a weak smile on your face and Grayson on your arm proudly.

Your little cousin obviously had no empathy for you, though. He climbed into your lap the minute you took your seat, talking to you, playing with your hair, your fingers, anything he could reach. And of course you engaged because you love him, and you can’t resist those chubby cheeks.

What you don’t expect is to see Grayson giving you the look that you soon confirm with a glance to his pants. You gasp, your mouth falling open as you swat his arm. “Grayson!”

He laughs, putting his hand over the back of your chair and leaning in so that his lips were almost touching your ear. “Can’t help it. Really want my babies in you.”

These are all so fucking funny, and totally some shit you would pull.

You’d be at a casual summer bbq, just the family that lives close by getting together on a Saturday night. And Grayson was deep in conversation with an uncle, probably something about building.

You? You were over this. You wanted to go home, and you were sure that if you just told him that, it would take him another 20 minutes to even finish his conversation before you started your goodbyes.

So, you do what Tik Tok has told you to. You whip your phone out, opening your messages with him.

Can’t stop thinking about how I’m going to suck your dick in the shower when we get home

You press send before you can think too far into it, your eyes set on him to see how he reacts.

He merely glances at his phone for a moment when it vibrates on the table, doing a double take when he sees your name. He lifts his phone, reading the messages, once, twice, and a third time to make sure he’s not hallucinating. Each time he reads it, his brows pull closer together as his eyes move quickly across the screen. His cheeks begin to turn a light pink as his gaze falls on you across the table.

You’re biting your lip, the most innocent look on your face as you watch him in anticipation of his next move.

He stands suddenly, his chair scraping against the stone below it as he bids everyone a quick farewell. He claims you’re both tired from your busy day you had, and it’s just hitting him now.

As you walk to the back door to go through the house, his hand is pressed against your lower back as he forces you to keep up with his quick pace.

“Think you’re cute making my dick hard in front of family like that?” His voice is gruff as he reaches for your purse, his keys already in his hands from his pocket as he ushers you out of the house.

“I was merely sharing information I thought you’d wanna hear,” you giggle.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans, pushing you lightly to the passenger side as he climbs in. “Got me thinking about you on your knees when I was supposed to be talking about building tables. He definitely knows something was up!” He grips the steering wheel tightly as he starts to back out of the driveway.

You’re a grad student and you’re stressed out and Gray helps you de-stress 👀👀

warning: 18+, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, language

You dropped your head to the counter with a defeated sigh. For hours you'd felt like you'd been staring at your computer screen trying to go through your finals paper. It was long and tiring with all the work put into it. It was your final year and you'd never been more stressed out than you have these last few months.

You were nervous as you slowly went through your nightly routine. Made sure to place everything back into its place, before walking out to see your boyfriend lounged across his hed. You chuckled softly as you saw him try and cover up like he hadn’t been waiting for you. Your hands smoothed offer the shorts of the PJ set you were wearing, still not understanding why you were so nervous. You and Grayson have been dating for a month, but this was the first time you were spending the night at his house. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Grayson spoke setting his phone to the side, gently grabbing your hand before sitting up.

“I-I...I’m nervous.” You spoke softly

Grayson’s eyebrows pulled together as he looked towards you. “Why are you nervous?”

“I don’t know...what if I do something weird in my sleep, like snore or drool. Or sleep talk, I’ve been known to do that.” You shrugged feeling flustered

Grayson smiled, “If you drool or snore that’s ok because I’m most likely going to do that too. I also like to cuddle in my sleep ask Ethan, can get suffocating at times.”

You chuckled softly as he moved to pull you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you, before sitting between his legs. You relaxed into his arms and felt the nerves leave and your body fully relax. Your eyes closed as you felt Grayson’s lips kiss along your neck and shoulder. 

“Do you not wanna sleep-over anymore?” Grayson spoke after a moment of silence. If you were looking at his face you’d see the small pout.

“No, No I wanna sleep-over. I promise.” You shifted slightly in his arms before looking up towards him. “Just...can’t help that you make me nervous sometimes, Dolan.”

He smirked slightly before nodding his head, “You make me nervous too. But in the best way, constantly have butterflies in my stomach because of you baby girl.”

“Really?” You said softly, eyes looking up towards him softly. 

“Yeah,” Grayson nodded his head, “Now I would love nothing more than to sleep with you in my arms and wake up to your beautiful face in the morning. How does that sound?”

while one full year of wakeheart and an impending candle launch are definitely moments to celebrate, you might just have another plan for the ceo’s attention

word count: 7.5k

warnings/tags: ceo!grayson, lots of smut, 🥵  is all im sayin

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Between construction at the house, the warm California summer and an inviting pool right in the backyard, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d had on more than a bikini top, running shorts and one of Grayson’s shirts. He was the same - mostly running around shirtless in his shorter shorts, maybe throwing on a tank top if he was building. When you’d packed up to take haven from the construction dust and noise, headed for a rental house in Malibu, you’d had to convince him he needed to pack more than his new speedos. 

Needless to say, getting cleaned up and ready for a black tie event was quite the shift from your usual day to day. The makeup you were swiping on felt almost foreign, especially the lipstick. But the hand that made it’s way onto your bare back was all too familiar. You relaxed into it, smiling at Grayson in the mirror. 

“God damn.”

send in prompts for whoever! (for 8/12 only)

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed.” & “You know, you look real pretty when you cry.”

warning: 18+, oral (m receiving), daddy kink, facial (mentioning)

“If you leave the house wearing that then the second you get back home I’m going to bend you over that bed,” Grayson spoke as he watched you come out of the bathroom.

You were heading out with a few girlfriends for one of their birthdays. We are excited to spend some time with your girls and have a goodnight. Dresscode was "little black dress", per the birthday girl. So you followed the rules and slipped on your favorite little black dress. It was skin tight with long sleeves and a deep V at the front. It ended right before midthigh, and you weren't gonna lie, you couldn't really bend over in it.

So when you came out of the bathroom all done up, with that dress on, Grayson felt his possessiveness towards you flare-up.

Grayson groaned in pain as he tried to bent down and pick his shoes up off the floor, cleaning up from his work out this morning. You frowned as you watched a grimace and wince come across his face as he slowly stood back up.

"Bub," You spoke with the frown still on your face, "Are you ok?"

"I think I pushed it too much working out this morning, and trying to finish off the bookcases last night." Grayson groaned as he moved towards the closet to place his shoes back inside.

"Did you take some pain killers?" You sat up in bed, Grayson rested his hands on his hips and nodded his head.

"You know what would feel amazing?" Grayson asked, you hummed lightly. "One of your massages."

"Come and lay down." You patted the bed down beside you before sitting up more and shifting towards one side of the bed. "And take of your shirt."

Grayson smiled towards you widely and with a sense of relief as he followed your instructions, lying down on the bed with his head resting on the pillows, tucking his arms underneath them.

You moved up and to straddle across his ass, gently placing your hands along his back and starting to massage the muscles. The moment your fingers dug into a deep and knotted muscle, Grayson let out a loud and deep moan.

"Oh my god that fucking feeling amazing," Grayson moaned as you dug in deeper.

"You have a bad back my love, you have to be more careful with it." You spoke as you continued to massage him, moving up and down his back.

"I don't notice till it's all knotted up and I'm groaning like a old man," He sighed and groaning again as your fingers dug deeper into his back.

"But I've got you to put me all back together again," Grayson smirked up towards you over his shoulder.

Thank you so much!

I love this concept so much oh my god.

Just imagine him just starting to publicly date you and there’s paparazzi everywhere you guys go and they always call you a gold digger, booty call, etc. and it always gets to him, but he knows better than just snapping in front of the whole public.  He just kept on going, showing no effect because they were doing no harm.  After a while, the comments got old and there were new events people were asking him about.

But today was not a good day for him.  He had a bad day at training today and he was exhausted from all of his work. All he wanted today was to be with his girl, but he had to wait outside your college for a while to see you after your class.  But, when he was walking over there, of course there was a lot of paps that he didn’t want to deal with.  There were the usual questions about his next fight and if he was prepared, stuff he could deal with.  But there was always that one guy.  He kept on asking questions about you two here and there.

“Grayson, Grayson, are you here to pick up that girl you’ve been hooking up with?”“Hey, she good in bed? She must be good considering she’s been your booty call for a while.”

Pure anger was in his eyes.  He was trying so hard not to beat him up right there.  Gray knew you wouldn’t like it if he did, though.  So he kept on walking with his hands turned into fists.

“Bet she’s just doing that for all of the money, huh.” That’s when he couldn’t handle it anymore.

He took him by the shirt, slammed him on the wall and punched him a bit too hard.  His nose started bleeding and Grayson went and told him straight to his face:

“If you say one more comment about my girl ever again, I will hunt you down, get you fired, and end your life right there. You hear me?”  The poor guy’s face was filled with fear. He whispered a tiny “Yeah.”  His grip on him tightened, “And no she’s not my booty call and no she’s not just in it for the money. Now get out of my face.”

“Gray?”

He looked straight at you and his eyes softened as well as his grip on the guy. You walked quickly, seeing more students pouring out and not wanting to cause a bigger scene. Leaving the guy on the wall stunned and with a bloody nose. Once you got in the car, he told you the whole story.

50. “No! Don’t go! You’re warm!”

Monday is the worst day of the week. Hands down.

No offense to Mondays, but forcing yourself to get out of bed, to start a new week filled with work and adult things, just sounds like hell. Especially after a weekend of lazing about with Grayson, watching your favorite movies and kissing until the early hours of the morning.

You slowly regained consciousness as the sun peered through the bedroom window, landing directly across your eyes. You squeezed your eyes shut, then squinted, looking at your bedroom. Beside you, — well, half on top of you — Grayson laid with his arm wrapped tightly around you and his legs entangled with yours. He mumbled a quick, “morning, babe,” into your neck as he placed a kiss on your jaw. Maybe Mondays weren’t so bad.

You smiled, settling back into him and tracing shapes up his arm. Your fingers grazed the ink on his shoulder, and you turned your head to kiss his mess of hair. He tilted his head up and puckered his lips, eyes still partially closed. You kissed him, a quick peck to say good morning, which was immediately followed by a series of quick kisses, and soft giggles into each other’s mouths.

And then, to ruin the moment, Grayson’s alarm went off on the beside table, and both of you groaned simultaneously.

“Hit snooze,” you mumbled, rubbing your nose against his.

“Got a meeting today,” he mumbled, removing his arm from your body and turning away to stop the loud music from playing. You felt a wave of cold air on your front. You watched him stretch, balling his hands into fists and reaching upward until he let out a moan that sent shivers down your spine.

“I hate Mondays,” you announced with a sigh, attempting to scoot back into his side. “I wish it was Sunday again,” you yawned. “So we can lay here all day.”

His laugh was deep and raspy, his voice hadnt completely woken up yet. He looked down at you, meeting your doe eyes. “You always gotta make it hard for me to get out of bed in the morning, huh?”

You nodded. “S’what I do.”

So he stayed with you, for just a little while longer, holding you close to his chest once more as the two of you whispered mindlessly about the night’s confusing dreams and the day’s busy realities.

And finally, he took a deep breath and said, “I really gotta get ready.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and flung the covers off his legs, leaving you in the now cold bed all alone.

“No! Don’t go! You’re warm,” you reached for him, pouting childishly. “Please.”

“Babe,” Grayson chuckled at the sight of you. “I have shit to do.”

“Do it some other time.”

“Babe.”

You groaned loudly and laid back. “Fine, but tomorrow we get to sleep in.”

“Don’t you have to open the coffeehouse tomorrow?”

“I hate how much I love you” & “Why are you so jealous?”

you couldn't quite figure out why grayson had been giving you the cold shoulder all night long. when he had invited you, his best friend since diapers, to a party he was hosting at his fraternity, this wasnt the warm welcome, or atmosphere you had expected. 

you had seen grayson, star of the football team and most popular guy in campus, act tough and cold towards people, but never to you.

it hurt more than you liked to admit.

he had been avoiding you at all costs, not even greeting you at the door with a hug and kiss on the cheek like he did every single time you came over. he never offered you a drink, which confused you as you knew knew how protective he was when it came to somebody offering you a a drink, he knew people’s intentions at his parties and he wasn’t taking any chances on anything happening to you.

grayson was normally attached your hip the entire night, wanting to keep you safe and in his eye line at all times. instead, he was attached to some leggy blonde, who was overly touchy and flirtatious for your liking. you felt pushed out. you wanted him to have a taste of his own medicine.

realising the only way to get grayson off your mind was to drink, you down shot after shot, dancing with a few girls from your own society, participating in beer pong and drinking your body weight in spirits.

you eventually got approached by a boy you recognised from being in the same fraternity to grayson, crossing over the line you knew would result in drama, but you were trying anything to forget about the one man who was constantly on your mind. so you accepted the red solo cup he offered you with a sly, uneasy smirk and grinded up agasint him.

it wasnt until the strangers, cold and rough hands that certainly differed from grayson cupped your arse over your dress without your permission, was when you were finally met his those hazel eyes you dreamt about. however, those once beautiful and memorising orbs, were dark and angry when he approached you. 

“grayson what the hell!” you screeched as grayson ripped your body away from the guy who’s name you never bothered to learned and pushed aside as grayson aggressively shoved at his chest. his stare hard and assertive as the other boy surrender and backed away from you.

“stay the fuck away for her. you hear me.”

he soon realised who he had messed with- grayson’s girl.

without warning, grayson took hold of your wrist and started to drag you through the sea of red cups and sweaty body’s, ignoring the advances being thrown his way as he was determined to have you safe and alone in his room. where he could take care of you and keep you out of the arms of another man. 

for both his sake and yours.

“gray, let go of me!” you fight agasint him, but it only encourages his hold on your wrist to tighten. not enough to hurt you, he would never hurt you, but enough to know he was serious and to please do as he asked. 

you would do anything for grayson, so of course you gave in and followed his tense body to whoever he lead you.

reaching his room, grayson made you sit on his bed and down a bottle of water instructing you to sober up, before he locked the door and exhaled when the noise finally cancelled out. this was all he wanted, all night he wanted to be alone with you in the peace and quiet of each other but he was scared of what would happen when you trapped him under your spell.

you were a drug to him.

he was scared he would look into your hypnotic eyes and finally confess his feelings. he was scared he would tell you he loved you and that you would walk away from him, reject him and live a life without him. which is exactly why he turned to another female for distraction. he couldn't risk losing you so he did what he did best and tried to push you away.

his distraction worked for a while, until he saw you dancing up against his frat brother. your body adorned in a dress that hugged your curves perfectly, the colour complimenting your skin tone and attracting the unwanted eyes of every male in attendance.

he hated how you looked so good, so breathtaking and god like, in a dress meant for his eyes only. 

you lost your cool when grayson took a seat next to you, looking down at his lap without saying a word. the tension was thick and you didn’t like how he avoided your gaze. this wasnt your best friend, the person you had grown up with and knew you better than you knew yourself. you demanded to know why he was acting so differently. 

“what's up with you huh?” you tone comes off more aggressive then you liked, but at this point you were drunk and hurt and pissed and you wanted grayson to feel your pain. you wanted him to realise how he had made you feel, especially after witnessing him with another girl.

“i didn't like the way he was touching you,” graysok mumbled, barely audible as he didn’t touch himself. you still heard him, you always did.

“what ae you talking out!” you huff in disbelief, “we were just having fun, just like you and whatever her name is.”

grayson was deflecting his own actions and that made you even more angry. you paced his bedroom, hands raking through your hair as you tried to control your temper and sober yourself sober up. 

“he’s an player, y/n. i was protecting you ok.” grayson kept his voice low and still refused to look at you. he found it difficult to draw his attention away from his hands that were balled into tight fists as he felt his emotions for you brewing to the surface.

any moment now he was going to explode.

“i dont need protecting grayson! god dammit, why are you so jealous! me and you, we’re just friends, i can do what i want.”

“i love you, ok!” grayson rose from the bed and finally turned to face you for the first time in hours. “i can’t stand seeing someone else’s hands all over you, someone who isn't me. i just- i-“

“gray-” you step forward when you see grayson gasp for air. suddenly kicking into protective mode yourself as you could spot early signs of an asthma attack.

instead, grayson took a step back and continued. the music still thumbing, the bass causing the entire house to ripple but grayson had never been more determined, it was now or never.

“i hate how much i love you, and i know i shouldn't love you because you're you! you’re y/n, my y/n, my bestfriend since day one, but fu-fuck, im in love with you. always have been.” 

grayson was panting and breathing heavily as you stood in disbelief. the room suddenly felt smaller and the walls felt like they were closing in around you. grayson wanted the ground to swallow him up, he had ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him, he started to panic.

sensing his fear, you’re quick to bring yourself out of your daze and race across the room to him. grabbing his warm and puffy face between your hands, you don’t hesitate to kiss him. your lips meshing together like they were made for each other.

this was all you ever wanted.

Also with that ask abt the cabin I meant that you guys were just friends before 😗

Stop I just love the idea of cuddling up with him in a cold room period. I don’t know how you psychos sleep with the room feeling like it’s Antarctica unless there’s someone else in bed with you.

I bet Grayson is the perfect person to do that with. Climbing in wearing his sweatshirt and cozy leggings and fuzzy socks. Even he is wearing more than his usual bedroom attire of underwear, donning a soft long sleeve tee and some sweats.

“God, you’re a fuckin space heater,” you joke, sliding under the covers next to him and leaving a considerable gap between you. Having been in bed for a few minutes already, his warmth is emanating all the way to ‘your side’ of the bed. “Thanks for letting me sleep in here, by the way. That couch is gonna cost me a trip to the chiropractor just from one night.”

“You should have let me take the couch like I insisted in the first place,” Grayson says.

You turn on your side and snuggle into the pillow with a sigh, relishing in having an actual mattress beneath you rather than hard, pointy springs digging into your ribs. It comes out as more of a squeaky little moan, and you blush a little when he cocks his brow at you amusedly, but you ignore him. “Gray, you barely fit on that couch sitting. You and your giant lats would be literally falling off if you tried to lay down on it.”

“They are pretty huge,” he jokes, smirking down at you when you roll your eyes and giggle. He looks a little embarrassed by your compliment, but there’s a confident assurance in himself that rings true in his tone.

That confidence must have exuded onto your in the close proximity of your bodies, because before you know it, you’re blurting out, “You should let me be big spoon. Put those lats to good use and warm me up.”

Grayson raises both angled eyebrows now, but slides down his pillows from where he’s reclined against them and the headboard until his head is resting comfortably on them.

“You wanna cuddle?” he asks, surprised a bit. You’ve had a platonic snuggle or two on the couch before, but never alone and in bed.

You shrug, but admittedly the breadth and warmth of his body is almost quite literally calling your name. Whether it’s for purely practical reasons, or the stubbornly unacknowledged twinge in your belly that you’ve been feeling around him lately, you’re drawn to him.

You let him believe the former. “Might as well put you to good use; it’s cold as shit in here.”

“Wouldn’t you rather be little spoon, then? Seems like you’d be warmer if I had you wrapped up instead of the other way around,” he suggests, throwing his arm out casually so it drapes over your waist and his hand brushes against your back.

The weight of his limb is comforting and welcomed, your eyes already prickling with the verge of sleep now that you’re in this comfy, cozy bed with him.

“Nope. Like I said, space heater,” you say, running your hand up his arm and squeezing his elbow and pushing at his shins with your fuzzy-socked feet. “Roll over, Dolan.”

Grayson smirks, but follows orders as he turns the opposite way, switching off the bedside lamp before he settles back onto the pillows.

You scoot closer to him and wrap your arm around his middle, sighing as you nuzzle your nose into the middle of his upper back and slip a leg between his. The fit is as perfect as you imagined, and the feel of him so solid and warm against you makes you melt in that way that has you feeling like you could easily never leave this bed.

Grayson interlaces your fingers of the hand currently palming his sternum and tucks your now clasped hands closer to the center of his chest. He brushes his lips against your knuckles, warm air blowing over your chilly fingers and his back raising against your front with his own deep breath.

“This is nice,” he mumbles. “Haven’t been little spoon in a while. And never on the first cuddle date.”

“You would be having ‘cuddle dates,’” you joke, knowing he can plainly hear the playful eye roll in your tone. “I bet you do the same moves every other guy does on the first time.”

He laughs. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh come on,” you say, unlocking your hand from his so it can rest on his waist. “No matter if they think something’s gonna happen or not, it’s always this.”

Your hand makes slow strokes up and down his side. Comforting, nice if a little unarousing, to say the least.

“Then it’s usually this.”

Your hand trails its way down to his hip, which you give a little squeeze. You giggle when it makes him squirm a bit.

“The sneaky little under the shirt move...”

His belly is soft but hard when your palm graces his abs, swollen with the dinner of vegan pizza everyone had shared earlier behind the wall of muscle. It’s your favorite part of him, but you’ve never told him that. You could linger there for a while and just run your fingertips over the ridges, but you still have a point to prove.

You shift your head against his back to be closer to the nape of his neck, allowing your breath to tickle the short hairs there. “And then it’s back up high, where y’all think you’re being really subtle about brushing against some side boob,” you say, mirroring your words with action by running your middle finger along the edge of his pec.

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Grayson says, his voice a little lower than it had been just a few minutes ago. “But this is also when the girl usually does this shit.”

He wiggles his ass against the pocket of your hips that it’s touching, and you chuckle lightly into his ear, because he’s not wrong. “Don’t think we don’t know you do that shit on purpose.”

Your hand swoops back down his side until it’s settled on his stomach again, your fingers playing with his happy trail absently as your mind starts to inevitably wander a little bit.

“Sometimes it gets to here,” you say quietly, closer to his ear now, and you bite your lip through a smile when he shivers just the tiniest bit. “And I can always feel him thinking ‘is she gonna let me, is she gonna let me?’”

“What’s the answer, usually?” he asks. “For you?”

You shrug, and smirk a little. “Depends. Sometimes it’s just kinda nice to be turned on without anything happening the first time around. Makes the next time more... suspenseful, I guess? Makes it more fun seeing what might happen.”

“Only sometimes, though?” Grayson points out, his larger hand covering yours so your palm is flattened low on his taut stomach.

“Yeah,” you say on a whisper now. You only just realize that your thighs are clamped tightly together, a familiar and honestly unexpected ache forming in your center. “And sometimes it’s nice to just give in.”

“I’d give in to you right now,” he says, voice low and hopeful and really fucking sexy. “You did a pretty good job copying all the right moves.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you’re sure he can feel it against his broad back before he’s turning around in your arms. When he’s facing you, you look up at him with big doe eyes that sparkle with a conniving innocence. It makes Grayson crazy, and his hand his restrained as he brings it up to brush a stray piece of hair away from your face.

“You wanna make out?” he asks.

His thumb brushes against your lower lip and makes your brain short circuit for a moment. How did the two of you get here? Closest of close friends joking around one minute, a few centimeters and one answer from kissing in the next.

Do you want to?

You nod.

Grayson lets out a shaky little relieved sigh, his eyes locked with yours even in the dark. He takes in the way your breaths are coming in shallow and excited, how closely pressed against him you are, how you’re not shying away whatsoever from the semi in his sweats.

“You wanna fuck?”

It’s the last thing you expect him to say next. It’s the suddenness and bluntness of his question that might have turned you off with anyone else, but coming from Grayson is so fitting and attractive and hell yes you wanna fuck him.

But before you answer — “Will it makes things weird?”

Grayson smirks, and his hand cups your jaw in the sexiest way the simple action could be done. His other sneaks under your shirt right as he ducks down and presses his lips softly but surely to yours for the first time. And then, even through the sparks erupting in your mind and against your mouths, you’re laughing out loud against his sweet lips when you feel his thumb brush the side of your bare tit.