garrett graham x hyper-feminine black gf headcanons 💋🏒
okay but can we talk about how garrett graham mr. “i don’t do relationships” will be an absolute simp with a hyper-feminine black girl?? the contrast is lethal and i’m here for every second of it 😩😋he’s still very much the garrett graham everyone around campus knows (cocky , competitive as hell,not easy to open up ), but he’s down BAD for you.
it was a group project in one of those upper-level business/marketing classes garrett was taking to fill credits. the professor randomly paired everyone. garrett got matched with you.
he’d seen you around campus before, always put together, mini skirts or tailored dresses, heels clicking, never a hair out of place. the running joke around circles was that you were “all aesthetics, no substance.” when your name got called with his, garrett internally groaned. he figured he’d end up doing the whole thing himself while you talked about lipstick or whatever. he mentally anticipated the worst collaboration ever.
first meeting at the library, you showed up right on time with a sleek planner, color coded tabs already separating the project requirements, and a calm confidence. garrett was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, ready to carry the load. he kept it polite but distant, throwing out basic ideas while lowkey waiting for you to contribute fluff.
except you didn’t. you listened, then calmly broke down market analysis points he hadn’t even considered yet, referencing actual case studies from the textbook and suggesting a campaign angle that was genuinely sharp. when he pushed back on something (testing you), you countered with data and with a smile, “what? dressing cute doesn’t mean i’m brainless. brands win when they get the look and the actual strategy. it’s not that crazy.”
he sat up straighter after that. the judgment quietly crumbled over the next few sessions. you weren’t performing intelligence you just happened to look like a beautiful doll and have the brains to back it up. by the end of the project you two had the highest grade in the class. garrett asked for your number under the excuse of “future group work,” but really he just wanted to keep talking to the girl who’d quietly wrecked his preconceptions. you made him wait two days before replying. in the end he respected it.
— he’s obsessed with watching you get ready. sits on the counter or leans in the doorway in just grey sweatpants, arms crossed, smirking while you do your edges, set your lashes, and put on that glossy lip gloss you love almost nearly as much as him “you’re really the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” then he’s wiping gloss off his mouth after he kisses you senseless anyway.
— carries your heels the second your feet hurt. doesn’t even hesitate to stoop down as you gather on his back piggyback style, your acrylics on his chest, your mini dress riding up a little. he mutters “should’ve worn the comfy ones, fancy girl” but he’s grinning.
— he likes to keep a piece of you with him anywhere which is why he steals your scrunchies for his wrist during practice. the team teases him relentlessly but he just shrugs: “mind your business.”
—protective but not controlling. some guy stares too long at your legs or tries to flirt while you’re in your cute little outfit? garrett’s arm slides around your waist, thumb brushing under the hem of your skirt, voice low and calm but firmly“she’s with me.” then kisses your temple like nothing happened.
— the size kink is REAL. he’s 6’3”, built like a wall, and you’re all soft curves, tiny waist, pretty brown skin, and killer heels. he loves manhandling you picking you up to bounce on his cock, pinning your wrists with one hand while the other grips your thigh. “look at you taking me so fucking well.” pretty noises would leave your mouth as you clutch his chain as his takes you over and over again.
— loves the visual of his rough hands on your smooth skin. spreads your thighs slow, kisses up your legs, then eats you out like he’s starving until your curls are messed up and you’re shaking.
— he loves it when your nothing but in your heels, as he throws both legs on his shoulders pushing in you deep making you feel every. inch. of. him.
— quickies before parties becomes the norm (sometimes even during) garrett doesn’t hesitate to hike your tight dress up, pulls your thong aside in the bathroom, fucks you deep and messy so you’re walking around the whole night full of him. “don’t let it drip, baby. be a good girl for me.”
— you leave lip gloss prints on his dick every single time you go down on him. he’s obsessed. has a hidden album on his phone of those pics for away games.
— reverse cowgirl in nothing but knee high socks and one of his jerseys? his favorite. grips your ass, guides your hips, groans about how pretty you look stretched around him.
—aftercare is top tier. runs you a bath, helps with your hair (he learned the whole routine, no complaints), rubs lotion into your skin, then pulls you onto his chest. but let’s be real he’s hard again in twenty minutes and sliding back in slow and lazy while you’re half asleep, murmuring “can’t help it… pussy feels too good.”
— buys you lingerie in rich jewel tones and your exact skin tone just so he can ruin it later. the man has expensive taste when it comes to spoiling you.
—team dinners where he fingers you under the table because you wore that skirt he likes. you’re trying not to moan while he’s casually talking stats with the guys, smirking at you the whole time.
— he’s still the same competitive asshole on the ice, but comes straight to you after games, sweaty and adrenaline-high, looking for kisses and to bury his face in your neck (and later between your thighs).
garrett graham fell stupidly hard for the prettiest, girliest, high-maintenance girl on campus and has zero regrets. scratches down his back, your lip print on his collar, your heels by his door he’s living the dreammmmmmm🎀
