𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝒹

OMG YES

he’d be such a good husband oh my god. the honeymoon phase would stay forever!!!! gray would constantly hype you up in real life and on instagram. always saying “that’s my wife!” or “look how good my wife looks”.

at the wedding he was definitely SOBBING. like i just know he’s gonna be that type of guy. he just couldn’t believe how lucky he was, how did he get such a good wife and woman in his life? and the wedding would be so cute too. everyone would look so beautiful and everything would basically look like a pinterest board - graysons the type of person to plan all of this in pinterest boards and in his notes (he already has baby names)

and the domestic stuff 🥺🥺🥺 ugh something he lives for!!! he loves washing dishes with you, making the bed, doing the garden etc. he used to hate doing it with ethan, but something about you made him want to clean the whole house top to bottom - just because you’d help him with it. any time together was good to him.

cuddles !!!! all the time !!!! in bed he likes to be little spoon. he loves just placing his head in your chest and you running your hands in his hair (he also like the feel of the ring!) when you’re on the couch or with people he likes to be big spoon. you roll your eyes at his passiveness - sometimes it’s cute though. you love when he’s all clingy and pouty. that usually happens when you’ve both been working a lot.

when babies are mentioned grayson is already SO SOFT. he’s planning names, rooms etc. it makes you feel so loved that he thinks in detail about this stuff - that he still after all these years wants that with you.

You’re in love with Grayson, and some days, you just have to let him know it. 

A/N: Everyone thank Miss Ari for inspiring me to write this. This is also inspired by the lovely @punani and her fic “Sweet, St. Catherine” Everyone go give it a read if want to see this fic, but done better. 🤍

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: yeah this is pretty much only smut and Grayson being hot

Sometimes, you’re just insatiable.

It wasn’t like Grayson was doing anything that attractive.  He was simply being himself, which if you’re honest, is more than enough to turn you on sometimes.  His smile is warm when he turns to check on you, noticing you’ve more than checked out of the current conversation.

It’s a game night at a mutual friend’s house, something that has become a weekly tradition during quarantine. Usually, you’d be able to hint to him what you want. A slight glance here, a lingering touch on his thigh, a subtle bite of the lip, and Grayson knows it’s time to start saying goodbye. But with the two of you placed on opposing teams tonight, his competitiveness is coming through, and he’s entirely focused on the game at hand.

The issue is he’s close enough, but still too far away from you at this moment. He laughs at whatever joke that you missed and reaches up to stretch, unintentionally flexing as he does so. You bite your lip, watching him, wondering if his friends would mind you letting him blow your back out in the middle of the room.

“You okay? It’s your turn.” Your friend nudges your shoulder, bringing you back to reality. Grayson sends you a confused look, slightly concerned at how spaced out you seem.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just not really feeling,” You look down at the game. “Monopoly?” You were pretty sure you were playing something else, too distracted by your boyfriend to realize what was even going on. You roll the dice and go back to boring holes into Grayson’s head, hoping that he’ll mentally pick up it’s time to go home now.

Unfortunately, as incredible as he is, Grayson can be rather dense sometimes. It takes another 45 minutes until the game finally ends when he does come to check on you.

“You okay, angel? You seem out of it tonight.” He sits next to you, leaning into you to whisper into your ear.  

“Yeah. Just not really feeling game night anymore.” You sigh longingly. You take this chance to fully appreciate Grayson. He’s not even dressed that special, only in his Kids See Ghost sweatshirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. His beards grown in a bit and his signature chain is peeking through. His cologne is warm and expensive, and any chance of you calming down has flown out the window.

While Grayson can be oblivious sometimes, he’s perceptive enough to pick up the change of tone and the very slow once-over you give him. You watch as his eyes darken, pupils almost immediately turning his eyes black.

“Yeah?” His voice has dropped an octave, and he’s leaning even closer, pulling your legs over his.  At this moment, you thank the universe for your friends being too occupied by another game to notice the intimate moment between the two of you. Any closer, and you would be completely sitting on his lap as he started to trace loose circles on your thigh.

“Yeah,” You repeat. “Think I’m ready to go home.” He kisses your temple lightly before pulling you up and announcing your departure. You duck your head a little, embarrassed by the way your friends yell and laugh about the obvious reason the two of you are leaving. Grayson, ever the man, just holds his head proud, not even trying to hide how he’s half-hard.  His hand is low on your back, and you could kill him at the not-so-subtle wink he throws Ethan on the way out.

“So, that was embarrassing.” You grumble once you’re finally in the car.

“Please, as if they didn’t notice you practically eye-fucking me half the night.” Your eyes widen, and you hit him on the arm.

“You saw me! Why didn’t you do anything earlier?” Grayson moves his arm to avoid your assault, mumbling something about how he’s still driving.

“Angel, it was funny. Besides, it’s hot when you get all needy like that.” He moves your hand to your leg once you finally stop hitting him, rubbing up and down in hopes to get you to forgive him.

“I hate you.” You cross your arms, ignoring the way his hand is slowly moving up your thigh.

“You sure about that?” With that, his hand disappears underneath your dress, immediately zeroing in on your clit and rubbing small circles over your underwear. Your legs open instantly, and already your whining softly.

“Gray.” You whimper, want replacing whatever irritation you were feeling. His touch is light, teasing you just enough to want more but not enough for you to really feel anything due to the cotton fabric in the way. “More, please.” You plead. Something, anything would be better than the feather-light touches he’s currently giving you. Luckily, Grayson’s just as needy and slips his hand underneath your waistband.

“God, how are you so wet already.” He groans, circling some of your slick before inserting a finger slowly. Two loud thumps are heard as both of you lean your heads back.

“Gray, focus.” You remind, jumping when the car swerves considerably to the left. You grip his hand to stop his pumping, and he finally refocuses, righting the car immediately.

He removes his finger, and both of you moan: you from the loss of contact and him from the shiny wetness left on his hand, almost seeming to glow in the moonlight. Your eyes widen, and another wave of arousal floods your center when he takes a long suck, cleaning off everything you left on his hand, eyes never leaving yours.

If it wasn’t for the streetlights, you would’ve missed the way his intense stare darkens even more, and your chest tightens. You slightly whimper, and he takes a sharp inhale.

“Just wait until we get home.”

heaven help me now | G.B.D

Thank you so much anon for requesting! Love you🥺

“you deny it, but I know you want it.”

Inspiration(s); The Bodyguard 1992 film

!Smut prompts!

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“Y/n!”

Fuck.

That was quick.

Way quicker than you both expected.

How, exactly, you both gotten onto kissing, You nor he didn’t understand, but this was surely now not in which he’d predicted it to steer.

But damn, Heaven really did sent you to him. It was your seraphic smile, in that peach tight dress, manufactured from material softer than silk, the soft colored dress you wore pooled on the top of your toes. Everything about you was sexy, from your tight clothing to your sensual walk to your red lipstick and low, gravelly voice.

You beamed like sunshine, and, like anybody with sufficient self-preservation would, Grayson tore his eyes away, as you each stood a deferential distance.

But things escalated when... you know... when someone’s needy

he'd never thought desire could conquer his normally rigid self-control. It was /you/ that pulled him in —in the first place.

“Y/n! I know your here I was just want to tell you that your mom calling for you to come downstairs to eat with them”

Your heart lurched and pounded unmercifully, but it was a miracle that your voice was as steady as it was as you called back, “I-I’m coming in fifteen minutes hold on-“

He met your eye, an almost unbearable appearance of awe on his face. It was awfully difficult to sound indignant when Grayson’s thumbs were sliding into the cups of your bra from below, however you controlled it, and muffled his surprise huff of laughter together with your lips while your at it. He could in all likelihood feel you grinning against his mouth.

“Fifteen?” Your assistant questioned

“Wait a minute why?”

“I’m taking to..... (your best friend name) on the phone.. i-it’s urgent”

“Oh okay” As she mumbled, you thought she left.

Except... she didn’t.

“By the way have you seen Grayson, the bodyguard?”

“His twin brother ethan is looking for him”

Bodies pressed together and arms around each other. Grayson placed a wet, sloppy kiss on your cheek, and then he buried his nose in your neck and let out a sweet trilling noise before telling you, “You really got dolled up just so I can fucking ruin you huh” and he wasn’t helping.

You held a moan and said “M-maybe you should go help him look.”

“Maybe…” The assistant sighed. Then, a little further off, “You help too, once you’re done. Call me if you find him!”

yes!

Grayson, being a dickhead, left his white button-up shirt halfway unbuttoned. Red-faint lipstick on the left side of his lips, cheeks, jaw to his neck. Ribcage, Pectorals, stomach, abs—all fluttering together with his panting breath and pounding heart, all mouth-wateringly lean and toned, all exhilaration-flushed and warm to the touch of your lips. You gazed fell to the His silver chain he wore. And ugh— the fucking beard

sputtered, the heat in your body focusing into a hot blush.

“C’mere, Mamour,” you murmured, smiling and pulling him close.

“Yes ma’am” he whispered into the ensuing kiss with a catlike little grin. He grabbed your hips, kissing you hard and leaving you breathless.

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All of this yearning and hankering for one another started six hours ago. It’s a beautiful and cursed discovery for the both of you. You’re hosting a charity event in your mansion. He only supposed to protect you.. but the way you keep glancing at him while talking to other people.. it’s heart clenching.. he thought you were way out of his league (and so do you) but it was 100% worth it, you couldn’t take it anymore, so you snatched his arm, and went to your bedroom, because the look on Grayson’s face when he realized you were undressing yourself was something that he was planning to treasure for a long time. Spoon-feeding his imagination with all the ways you’d feel if those were his hands on you, not your own.

“Shh baby, let me take my time with you,”

You kissed and licked everywhere, leaving a path of red marks and teeth bites every time she found a new spot.

but the rhythm marginally indemnify from the way he could see it thudding through your chest. Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump, th-thump…

You’re nervous.. Your breath was sweet, but the sensation was odd, and he leaned away and decided to take the lead as he got on top of you. Grabbing the both of your legs to your chest as he started sucking the both sides of your inner thighs.

“Gr-gray? What are you doing—” you gasped and loudly moaned, That was indescribable. Flying and falling, like molten ice, like there were forces of nature inside him that danced to her tune, and her tune alone. As comfortable as you were in you skin, you still got shy about your thighs sometimes—and the way he gulped and stopped breathing.

“Fuck... you look so..... so beautiful tonight”

He delicately took your underwear off as he commented. He stared... you pouted..

Grayson barely saw the pout; he was too busy trying not to have a stroke.

The fire in his system seemed to be eating up all the oxygen in the room, because there wasn’t any left to fill his lungs. His head was spinning, and when he glanced at You…

my god he could not believe that this is happening.. Tentatively, he caught his lip between his teeth (oh) and started to massage your thighs in earnest (oh god), and You couldn’t do a thing but lay there and burn. Your heart was pounding and your knees were buckling, your muscles cramping from the effort of not thrusting. Warm warm

warm whilst nightfall fell around both of you. “N-no AH no baby.... stop”, you grabbed his hair messier

—inner thighs and breasts almost drove you over the edge while his hot tongue and hands explored every part of you.

“you deny it, but I know you want it.”

he whispered; slurping away with great relish..

so there’s not much he can do to you but absolutely wreck the poor sweetheart in the best way possible.

“N-no grayson! Please-ah!”

“I mean it....” “stop please! Mhmmm”

“watch your fucking tone”

You’re tongue tied, at a loss how to respond

The pace increased And his fingers got involved with this /hot/mess.

“C-c-cominnng! Nmm” your gripping his hair to dear life.. as he shakes his head vigorously left and right—

“please.... I-I want to cum for youuu”

“That’s too fucking bad isn’t it? you better not cum until i tell you to so desperate for me” he grabs the both sides of your hips, and got even deeper with his tongue

Fuck... heaven help me now please

“FuckfuckfuckFUCK”

You began to squirt everywhere Your body was on fire, your hands and legs shaking, you’re unable to think.

“God.... yeah” His voice was so sexy

You calmed down as few seconds pass by, but as you sat up, feast your eyes on more pale golden skin, the lines of his abs going subtle-sharp-subtle as he moved.

Fluttered butterfly kisses across his face, thrilled at the heat and strength of his body so near to yours. “That’s my good girl” He chuckled hoarsely and spread butterfly kisses across your forehead, hugging you against him even tighter. You sighed disappointingly

“Gray”

“Hmm”

“We have to go or somebody catches us”

“You leave first okay?” You added

💘 SMUT 💘

SUMMARY: Having a really funny idea for the project of your sculp class you ask the help of your friend, Grayson.

WC: 3.4K

You knocked twice on the door and waited for someone to open. It was not the first time you had stepped on those specific steps and it was not the first time you had knocked on that door. You had been practically living here for the major of time and especially when you were feeling alone or when you were truly bored out of your mind.