#avery grambs

Grayson Hawthorne x fem!reader.

Hi!!! Long time no post, I am currently in Italy and have been living my best life. I’m working on more fics, promise! (OFC I’m talking abt part 2 of Simon’s fic, I know it’s become a favourite!!)

Enjoy this cute one of gray in the meantime!

WC: 1428

Thanks to Tobias Hawthorne, about 42.3 billion dollars, and a mansion in Texas, your mornings look like this:

First: Breakfast in the small "informal" kitchen-mostly stuff that's buffet style, bacon, ham, eggs, toast (every kind, just in case you wanted to spice things up)

Then: going into your boyfriend's personal wing of the house to get your bathing suit on.

Lastly: Heading to the pool through the large mansion, past the top to bottom glass windows which gives a taste of the massive property, and the absolutely mind blowing pool complete with a water slide.

“Baby,” Grayson's hand slides up your back, the bathing suit cover keeping him from touching you skin to skin. “Hmm?” You look up, and meet his eyes. “You zoned out.” He says, “everything okay? You’re not dizzy from the day on the boat yesterday?”

The boat, you could laugh at how casual he says it. The “boat” in question was the yacht that you had taken out on the coast. Said yacht was also staffed and catered. So “boat” my ass.

“No,” You say “Not dizzy. Just thinking.” Grayson falls into step with you, hand now in yours. “About?” he presses “how insane this is….” you trail off, eyes on the huge windows again. “I just… Sometimes I find it hard to believe.”

Grayson nods slowly, his eyes on you and then on the scenery beyond the same windows you were looking out of. You knew he couldn’t relate. This was his life, his every day. But for you? And for Avery (AKA the reason you’re here.) This was something out of a dream.

Ah yes, Avery. She was currently applying sunscreen when you and gray walked out. She smiles “hey you, ready for a day of sun?” You smile and sit down on one of the many pool chairs that are scattered around. “Hell yeah.” you nod “excited to swim for sure.”

It didn't matter that you all swan yesterday, it was scorching in Texas. The middle of summer mixed with a heatwave coming through the south knows no bounds, and you more than anyone were thankful for the AC that Hawthorne house had.

Avery finishes with her sunscreen, and you undo the bathing suit cover. Halfway through you do get distracted by the sexy son of a bitch that is your boyfriend.

Blonde hair was blinding, pale skin had just that hint of suntan (grayson swears up and down he doesn’t tan, but there's a bit of color. Like a marshmallow that just touched a flame for a second.) The black ray bands suited him well.

And his abs? Oh boy, his abs.

There were no words to describe the absolute HUNK Grayson Hawthorne was, and he hid it all under suits most of the time.

“CANNONBALL!”

A splash, and Xander's laugh comes from the water as he surfaces. “Okay, rate that one nash!”

Nash wrote on the whiteboard in his hand, and turned it around.

“An eight?!”

“An eight,” Nash nods “I saw the form when you landed.”

Xander climbs out and walks back over to the diving board “okay, let me try again.”

You laugh, and slide on your own sunglasses. Ray ban like grayson, but not as structured. These were dainty in comparison but still matched.

“Sunscreen?” Grayson offers and you nod “yes please.” Grayson’s strong hands run over your back, up your shoulders, down your arms.

“Having fun?” You tease, he chuckles. “So much fun.” You finish putting sunscreen on you chest and neck, as well as your face.

Despite Grayson being methodical and persistent in his sunscreen application, you still saunter up and ask “need help?”

He nods “sure honey, I think my back needs some.” You take the container and squirt some along the top of his back, rubbing it in with… more excitement then normal, you make sure he doesn’t burn.

“Having fun?” Grayson echos your words, and without hesitation you slip a finger into the band of his swim trunks and snap.

“Hey!” He turns, already laughing.

“Sorry not sorry.” You grin, kissing him. Grayson kisses you back, smiling against your lips. “What am I gonna do with you?” He murmurs, hand wrapping around your waist.

You giggle, bravado now dimming with the way he looks at you. “Dunno,” you shrug “but feel free to kiss me like that again.”

He hums, and without saying another word, he picks you up. “Oh!” You squeak; grabbing onto him. “Grayson?!”

With little to no fanfare, Grayson tosses you into the pool.

You hit the water with a splash, and come back up to everyone else jumping in.

Soon enough it’s an all out pool party, music blasting, laughing and the sound of drinks being made.

You and Avery have already been down the water slide about 14 times, but who’s counting? Also, Avery owns the damn thing- she can do as she pleases.

Each time you and her have gone down properly, while the boys have just thrown cation to the wind and been going however they want; including backwards, on their stomachs, and two at a time.

With a surge of pure fun and excitement, you take a running start and basically throw yourself down the slide. With the momentum of said throw, you whizz down the slide. You come out the bottom with a huge splash.

You’ve gotten turned around when you shot out like a rocket, but you find the surface and pop up laughing. It stops when you realize your bikini top is floating away from you.

You look for Avery to help, but she’s already on the slide, so you call “gray?”

He’s at your side, bathing suit top in hand. “Looking for this?” He winks “how’d you know!” You laugh, hands over your chest as you keep everything but your neck submerged. “Call it instinct.” Grayson shrugs, coming around you.

“Instinct you know when my boobs are out?”

“Instinct cause I’m a great boyfriend who doesn’t think like that.” He fires back, playfully. “Sure.” You muse “we’ll go with that.”

You adjust the cups over your chest, and hold them to you as you get out of th water. “Tie please.” You hum to Grayson, and his nimble fingers instantly do as he’s asked.

One thing Grayson didn’t play with? Anyone else seeing you how he did.

Not in the sense where he’s a possessive bastard who refuses to show you off and let you soak up attention and praise but more in the “my girlfriends tits are out” kinda way.

Facing to the forest beyond the pool, back to everyone else lest you accidentally flash someone, Grayson does up your top.

“Good? Not to right on your neck?” He asks and you shake your head “all good, thank you.”

His hands trail down your back gently, fingertips brushing skin. “You’re welcome.” He murmers. You take half a step back, back now meeting his chest. The water droplets that run down his abs and biceps are cold, but it’s welcome in the heat outside and the heat slowly building inside you.

“Baby,” he warms under his breath “what are you up to?”

“Me?” You play dumb “nothing, just spending quality time with my boyfriend and his family.”

He hums, unconvinced. Neither of you move.

The water comes in waves as someone else comes down the slide, who? No idea. It’s not like you were paying much attention to anything but the feel of his abs contracting against your back.

Hands trail to your bottoms under the water, a single sliding under and snapping. Payback for earlier. You laugh “wow, that’s rude.”

You feel how chuckle more then you hear it. “That so?” Grayson asks “it’s okay if you do it, but not me?”

You nod “girlfriend privileges and all.” Grayson scoffs, repeating your words under his breath as he pinches your side.

You laugh, and as payback for both the pinch and the snap, you do what all normal sane people do to those who bother you.

You push your hips against his.

Grayson pauses, swallows and breathes out. “Jesus Christ.”

“Something wrong?” You ask, coyly.

“Nope,” he hums; hands barely skimming your side as he trails them up. Goosebumps erupt all over you. Grayson’s hands slide down your arms now, with a grip that doesn’t hurt but also reminds you who’s really in charge.

“Thanks for tying my top” you say, trying to get some control backs. He squeezes once, in warning or in response, you’re not 100% sure.