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AU Meme: You’re dating Hayes Grier Part 2

Part 1

A lot of you requested me to post more about Hayes, so here you go :)

Request:  Can you please do a Hayes Grier imagine/scenario about the two of you being in a relationship but having real bad sexual tension?

I hope you like this!!!

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You and Hayes had known each other for two years before he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. A week later, he took you to your favorite ice cream place and since then you knew you loved the boy. On your five-month anniversary dinner, he told you the three magic words and you smiled, returning them. And, I guess, that’s when all of this started.

Lately, Hayes had been doing something to you. The slightest of things he would do would turn you on. And the problem was, he did them before, it had just never affected you in this way. Him helping you do something, throwing a ball to Zan, or even just sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. Maybe something in your brain clicked after you told him you loved him. It was like a magic lever switched and your mind filled with lust.

The two of you were taking a dip in the hot tub on a Friday night. It was steamy and relaxing after you both had had a stressful week. The steam rolling down Hayes’s hot body was so inviting.  He looked so masculine. I was hard not to look at him with lust in your eyes. As you spent the time talking about what had happened to the both of you during the week, you slowly slid closer and closer to him until you were about one foot away from him. He slowly slid his hand on your inner thigh. It sent tingles down your neck. You’ve never been turned on, but you think this is what it feels like. You like it. You slide your leg and body closer to him and he gives you a smile.

“Do you want to go back inside? I’m starting to get hungry,” he told you.

“Uhh, yeah sure,” you sighed.

You were hanging out in the living room with Tez and a few of Hayes’s other friends. The television was on but long forgotten as all of you were scrolling aimlessly through your social media. After a while, your phone died and you looked up at Hayes. He looked way too good to you when he was really only sitting on the floor between the couch and the coffee table, shoveling chips in his mouth with one hand and holding his phone in the other.

He looked up for a moment and caught your gaze, sending you a wink and involuntarily and unknowingly sending shivers down your spine. You excused yourself to go upstairs and plug your phone and take a shower. Little did they know what you were doing with your little friend the detachable shower head. ;)

It was another lazy day at your house and Hayes decided to come over. You had been watching some reruns of shows on the television and lounging around the living room. You were cuddled in between Hayes’s legs with your back on his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. His arms were wrapped around your body and you held each other’s hands. All of a sudden, Hayes let go of your hand, bringing his own to his neck to relieve himself of an itch and then rested it on your thigh. Not bad, right? See, here’s the problem: his hand was particularly high up on your thigh. So close to the area you had silently wanted him to be for the past three months.

You stayed quiet and still. You wanted Hayes to do something. You wanted to do something. But you stayed still. You would never push Hayes to do something, especially without knowing if he was interested in doing said thing. But then it happened, ever so slightly and so, so slowly, Hayes moved his hand a bit upward. You wouldn’t have known he had done it if you weren’t focusing all of your attention on his touch. He continued to inch his hand closer until it was hovering lightly above that special spot and your breathing was extremely abnormal. You grabbed his hand with your own but made no other movement.

“Y/N? Do you not want to do this?” At this, you took his hand and pushed it flush against where you wanted it most and let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding in. In a swift movement, Ayes stood up and picked you up bridal style, walking to your room. He layed you down on your bed and climbed over top of you, initiating a kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand finding his hair and the other tugging at his shirt.

He pulled away from you to remove the article of clothing but then leaned down and connected your lips once more. Your legs found their way around his waist and he started to grind his hips down onto your own. His lips moved to your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and leaving blue and purple marks. He knew you would probably get mad at him later, but neither of you cared at the moment.

Lips still attached to your neck, one of his hands found its way to the top of your jean shorts. He unbuttoned them and he released a bit of a growl as his fingers danced over the wet patch in your underwear. He pulled away from kissing you to look you in the eyes.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, Y/N?” he asked.

“Of course, Hayes. I love you and I trust you,” you smiled at him.

Three months. That’s how long me and Hayes had had… whatever was going on with us. Nights of falling asleep together, tender kisses, sweet nothings whispered into each other’s ears.

But all of that seemed to have gone out the window. Nash, Hayes and the rest of the guys had gone to a party at a resort. And I, of course, has gotten dragged along. Music pounded through speakers mounted on pillars and I had immediately retreated to a quiet place so I could read in peace.

Now, Hayes was lounging next to the pool, his arm draped over a girl wearing a skimpy swimsuit that barely contained her chest and rear end. She was practically perched on his lap, stroking his chest and pressing her own into his arm. She was whispering things into his ear that made him smirk in a way that only I should be able to see.

A blonde was also fawning over him. Squatting in front of him, dressed just as skimpy, playing with the strings to Hayes’ swim trunks.

Hayes seemed to be enjoying himself, grinning and laughing at them. His eyes stuck to the places of them that he shouldn’t be looking at.

Had he forgotten I was here? Was what we had just a lie?

Of course it was. How could I have ever thought what we had was real?

Forcing back tears I stand up from my secluded corner, taking my book with me. I quickly tug on my cover up and keep my head down as I have to walk past Hayes to get to my, no his, car.

He had left the keys in the truck. He could find his own way back to the ranch.

“Alyssa!”

I stifle a groan, Hayes had caught me.

He frees himself from the clinging girls to stride up to me, placing a hand on my hip and the other loops through my hair pulling me in for a kiss.

I jerk away, pain written across my features. This wasn’t the first time Hayes had shamelessly flirted with other girls.

“Alyssa?” He asks, “What’s wrong?”

He tries to reach for my hand but I’m already gone, sprinting towards his truck.

The door is unlocked and I jump inside, quickly starting the engine. But before I can pull away from the wretched resort Hayes reaches me.

He flings open the driver door and turns of the engine. His eyes blaze.

“What the hell!?” He yells at me, “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Me!?” I yell back, “What’s wrong with you? I haven’t done anything wrong tonight! But you wouldn’t know that because you haven’t given a crap about me all evening!”

Tears stream down my face.

Hayes growls, “Are you really acting like this? You’re not being the girl I love!”

“You. Don’t. Love. Me.” I snap, punctuating each word with a slap to his chest.

Hayes catches my wrists holding me back, “You don’t even care,” I whisper, tears falling down my face, “I was so wrong. To think this would ever work.”

Hayes’ whole demeanor changes.

“What did I do?” He asks.

I shake my head. He didn’t even know. He didn’t even know.

“Please tell me,” He pleads.

“You say that what we have is real I whisper,” giving up the fight, slumping against the seat. “But you don’t notice me, you act like I’m invisible and you fuck other girls!”

“What?” Hayes asks in shock.

“I saw you tonight. I saw the way they touched you and the way they looked at you. And I saw the way you looked at them,”

Hayes’ face crumples, “Oh god no Alyssa. It’s not like that, I’m not… shit I’m not with them, I mess around okay? Im working on this whole thing. I’ve never had what I have with you with anyone else. It’s taking me time,”

Hayes is openly crying now, “I know I screwed up tonight. And I get why you wouldn’t want to be with me. You deserve so much better. But fuck, I love you and I just don’t know what to do about it! This is all so different I-“

I cut him off then, “Do you really?”

Hayes nods, “I love you more than my whole life!” It’s then that he reaches around me to access the glove compartment, he pulls out a small black box.

“I know that I’m terrible at showing you it. But I do love you. And you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t lose you.”

He slips down to one knee right then and there. A beautiful ring sparkles in the night air.

I want a kiss! Let me kiss you!!!!