A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex.) Aftercare is an absolute must with this woman. Your needs being tended to a necessity. Grayson is partial to taking a warm bath with you after, where she has the pleasure of washing your body herself. Most times you massage her as well and she is immensely grateful for it. She will give you a glass of wine and you two will just chat. If you're not terribly sore she will no doubt have sex with you again in the bath.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners.) She never much cared about her body other than fitness and health wise. Her body is a weapon and she keeps it strong. Though since meeting you she has come to see the other benefits of her tall stature, of her larger frame and muscles. She enjoys being taller and bigger than you and how you always bite your lip when she towers over you. How she can coax a reaction out of you by just caging you between her arms. On you, what first caught her attention were your beautiful eyes. Course, once you two were intimate, her favorite part became your thighs. She could spend all day touching your thighs, being between your thighs, squeezing your thighs, etc.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum... basically I'm a disgusting person.) The Enforcer loves to taste you when you cum. Drinks you up like fine wine. Also enjoys when she makes you cum on her fingers and she can lick them clean. With her, she doesn't care much. Though there is something very erotic to her when she sees you so eager to lap up her own cum and seeing it coating your lips and chin.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.) It's actually a secret of yours that Grayson has knowledge of. You see, she is well aware of the effect her voice has on you. How she can use her deeper baritone to her advantage. And, oh, does she use it. From time to time she'll definitely order you around and turn you into such a submissive little pet. Also, she adores the blush you get on your pretty face when she whispers dirty things in your ear when in public. She's never much thought about her voice before you and now she is very grateful for it's deep, husky tones.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?) She's not one to kiss and tell so she will never outwardly speak of her past conquests and paramours. But, just her sheer skill in the bedroom is telling enough. With her work always came first before you so she never had a serious relationship but that doesn't mean there weren't numerous affairs.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying, will probably include a visual.) Any position in which you are on full display. Where Grayson can see the emotions on your face and how you're reacting to what she's doing to you. Where she can hear your moans and whines. Where she can see the dripping mess she's created between your legs. She does enjoy bending you over her office desk as well and seeing your ass and legs shake for her.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous, etc.) Sex to her is a very serious, intimate moment between you two. She views it as the time where she can express her love for you so she doesn't want it hindered by anything silly. That being said, afterwards, when you're curled up in her arms, she'll enjoy just chatting with you. Often she'll regale you with funny anecdotes that occurred at work and you'll tell her about your eventful day as well. When you elicit a chuckle out of the older woman, the deep, rasping laugh makes you all tingly between your legs again though.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Just as her uniforms are perfectly pressed and her office desk is neatly organized so too is her personal grooming. She keeps what's below the belt nice and trimmed. Never hairless though.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect.) Grayson is an old fashioned lover. Meaning she'll wine and dine you before getting into your pants. She likes a long build up before accumulating to the bedroom part. She'll take you dancing, feed you chocolate covered strawberries, kiss your hand and shower you with affection. Every small touch from her crafted in such a way that as the night lingers you become more and more needy for her. Just how she likes it.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation Headcanon.) At this age the Enforcer doesn't have the excess hormones to cause one to feel horny all the time. She can pick and choose when to feel such needs so why would she have sex with herself when she can just wait a bit to be with you instead? Masturbating holds no real charm to her anymore. She doesn't care about cumming unless it's due to you.
K = Kink (How kinky are they.) She will be using her handcuffs on you. Call her "Ma'am" or "Captain", she likes it. Praise kink, you receiving. Size kink, she likes being taller and stronger than you. She is a soft dom who will praise you rather than degrade you. All about saying how well you're doing and how wet you are for her and how beautiful you are when she touches you. She also fits quite well into playing the "bad cop" if she feels you need punishing.
L = Location (Favorite place to get it on.) At this point in her life she is no longer turned on by having sex in random places. No dirty bathrooms, no closets where anyone could interrupt, etc. She wants you to be comfortable and more importantly she wants you to be at ease. Your shared bedroom provides her with the ability to focus only on you without any distractions. That being said, if you come into her office during work hours horny and begging her to help you, who is she to deny you?
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going.) Being as enamored with you as she is it does not take much for her to want you. Though she is older, her passion has not seemed to dwindle when it comes to you. Hers is a cup which is ever filled with lust for you.
N = No (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs.) Grayson doesn't like anything degrading towards you. Even if she talks dirty to you it will never be accented with words like "whore" or "slut". She prefers to call you "darling" even when speaking of such sinful things she'd like to be doing to you. She will never have a threesome as she is very monogamous and she will never do anything that hurts you too much.
O = Oral (Preference in giving and receiving, skill, etc.) Goes down on you like you are a fine delicacy. She much prefers to take care of you than you her. She's at a point in her life where her own personal raging hormones have slowed so she spends the most time on her partners pleasure instead. And, oh, does she spend the time. Overstimulating you til the point of tears with her skillful tongue and fingers.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.) Usually sets a slow and sensual pace but very passionate, too. Sometimes in the way she manhandles you into positions can be rough but her attention towards your body is soft. Though occasionally you warrant some punishment and that's when all her years as a tough Enforcer comes in handy.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) Grayson isn't adverse to quickies and she is known to have her way with you on her offices desk from time to time. Though she favors spending a lot of time on you and making it a drawn out, sensuous event. She however is very obliging and willing to appease you whenever you're a desperate mess for her.
R = Risk (Are they up to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Just because she's adverse to having sex with you in public doesn't mean she won't make a mess of you in public. If she's in the mood and feeling playful she will do anything and everything in her power to make you needy in the company of others. Say you've both been invited to a counselors gala, she will use her voice, subtle touches that hint to more and her intense stare to make you weak. She'd never go as far as to finger you in public but once you've all sat down to dinner she will ghost her fingers over the wet spot on your panties. Her knowing smirk is enough to make your legs feel like jelly and leave your stomach in knots.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go, how long do they last.) The Enforcer is a very strong, fit woman even if she's no longer 20. She can go multiple rounds and likes to have said rounds last a long time. Usually it's you who grows tired before her.
T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On their partners or on themselves?) She is slightly old fashioned in this category. While she will do anything you please and is open to whatever you wish to try, just using her body, mouth, fingers and tongue has worked for her all this time, so why alter things? She is an expert after all in pleasuring her partner and it's not like you need toys to bring you your orgasms. She already makes you tear up, see stars, near hyperventilate and scream her name.
U = Unfair (How much do they like to tease.) Grayson can be wildly unfair when she wishes. Driving you to the point of madness with her slow ministrations and teasing touches that never quite travel to where you need her most. Though, being the soft dom she is, she can never bring herself to deny you for long. As soon as you start pouting and even begging for her to give you your sweet release than she no longer has it in her to play unfairly.
V = Volume (How loud are they, what sounds do they make.) She is not one to scream and cry out. Mainly does soft grunts and low moans. Though her noises are so, so sexy. She much prefers to hear you shout her name or whimper for her.
W = Wild Card (Something unexpected.) This actually is to be expected but since she knows how turned on you get when she's in her uniform she is open to some light roleplay. With her being the "bad cop" and you pretending to be an uncooperative criminal. Where she has to punish you to get you to confess. Where she spanks you with her belt and handcuffs you so you can't touch yourself or her.
X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in their pants.)
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive.) Your presence in her life has definitely kicked her longing and passion into high gear. Before you she devoted all her time to her work and professionalism. Now though she is bewitched by you and your body. Even on the job she finds herself fantasizing about your voice and curves.
Z = Zzz's (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards.) Grayson is a busy lady and most likely has to get up early in the morning so it doesn't take long for her to drift off to sleep. All she needs is you content and warm in her arms, snuggled up in the crook of her neck and she is good to go. She often finds herself falling asleep with a small smile upon her face after she kisses you goodnight.
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Summary: After a very tiring day at work, Grayson only wants to see one person after longing for her all day: her wife..
Warnings: Brief mention of explosions, smut, oral sex, dry humping
A/N: I just needed some love making smut with Grayson...There isn't enough appreciation for this cinnamon roll
Grayson tucked her silver pistol into the holster strapped to her hips. The enforced inhaled a sharp breath and slipped a lock of her short, dark brown hair behind her ear. The soft, cold wind blew through the hair strands and loose parts of her clothing, contrasting perfectly with the silent, moist night in Piltover.
As she strode along, treading on the dry leaves, idle remains of autumn, she could think of only one thing amid the rustle of leaves breaking beneath her military boots: home. And when referring to her home, Grayson didn't just long for the comfortable mansion in a lovely neighborhood with everything Piltover had to offer. She thought more about someone; Home, most of the time, is someone, And that someone was her wife.
Grayson smiled as she imagined her sweetheart's eyes. How her wife's pupils would dilate at the sight of her and the speed at which she would throw herself into her strong arms, then she would kiss her, all over her face. This time, she wouldn't feel annoyed by (Y/N)'s complaints. In fact, she longed for the scolding she would get from her lover for putting herself at risk like that. Perhaps she would never admit it, but she knew that (Y/N) was right.
The deafening sound of the bomb that had blasted in a civil building was still present in a buzzing persistence in one of her ears. The smell of smoke escaping through the torn windows still burned inside her nostrils. All that chaos sent waves of migraines straight to the back of her neck: smoke, screams, sirens, tension⌠It all weighed heavily.
Silco's adoptive blue-haired daughter had planted a homemade bomb in a building in a poorer neighborhood in Piltover where security was not as effective. The earlier reports allowed enough time for the enforcers to evacuate the building and save some of the families who lived there. There were no lives lost. But stories? That was another case. The people who lived there lost everything. All of their belongings had been charred and evaporated with smoke as if they were nothing. As if they had no value.
As she walked through the long garden of her house, Grayson wondered if she was too old for this job, for the responsibility of being the guardian of the Piltie safety. Maybe it was time for her to retire and enjoy the rest of her days with her wife. As mixed thoughts danced through her mind, Grayson finally put the key in the lock and turned it, opening the big front door to her house. Without hesitation, she stepped onto the brown carpet and closed the door behind herself, releasing the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Grayson!" She heard the voice of the one she craved the most at that moment. Her wife ran across the living room as her flowing purple nightgown embraced the curves of her body. The younger woman then hugged her neck and kissed her cheek lovingly, repeating the gesture several times. "Oh God, I was so worried about you, my love. I thought you were inside that building..." Her voice broke and a single tear poured from her eye, escaping its moist confinement to roll down her delicate skin.
"My dear...I've only thought about you this whole time. I know you were worried, my love." Grayson said in her deep, low, gentle voice as she linked her strong arms below (Y/N)'s thighs and lifted her up. She buried her face in the crook of her wife's neck and kissed the skin that smelled of lavender. "It's okay, my love. I'm here with you, hmm? I came home. It's okay. It's okay..." She assured her trembling lover while stroking her back with a calloused gloved hand.
(Y/N) hugged Grayson a little tighter and let out a cry of relief, lingering fingers digging into her wife's dark hair. She needed to feel her close. She needed to feel that she was alive, that this was all real and that she wouldn't just fade away into the darkness like a mere ghost in the back of her mind. The sound of the heartbeats trumping together and the breath that mingled, becoming something nearly homogeneous was enough to slowly calm the spirits of both lovers. One needed the other. One yearned for the other. They were soulmates, there had never been any doubts regarding that, even for the most skeptical of human being.
"I was so scared of losing you, Grayson. I need you alive to kiss meâŚ" She whimpered and pulled back just far enough to look into those gray eyes. She could see a whole world within their immensity.
Grayson chuckled and began to walk carefully around the house. There was subtle malice on her face as she carried (Y/N) down the stairs as if she was holding some sort of golden egg. Reaching the door of the large, chandelier-lit shared bedroom, she stole a gentle kiss from her wife's yearning lips. She grunted at the contact. (Y/N) would always have the same magical taste ever since the first time she had the privilege of tasting it, of drinking from her saliva as if she was swallowing fine noxian wine. It was a sweet, addictive taste of honey. On the other hand, kissing Grayson was like tasting tobacco and expensive whiskey. Sinfully delicious.
"I'll make it up to you for worrying you so much, my love. I missed you today. My beautiful girl." Grayson spoke in that voice that always melted (Y/N) so easily. "I'll show you how much I love you. I'll make you feel like you're the only woman in the world." She hummed the confessions of love and carried the smaller one to the bed, placing her carefully on the fine Ionian silk sheets.
Their breathing was heavy and the air in the room became thicker. The line between relief, love, and arousal was fine. With trembling fingers, (Y/N) gulped, untangling the knot in her throat and lowered the thin straps of her purple silk nightgown, revealing a sheer white lace bra that left little to the imagination. Grayson groaned lowly at the image and climbed onto the bed, laying herself carefully on top of (Y/N). The young woman gasped and pushed her own hair out of the way so her wife could bury her face in her neck, kissing and licking the skin as her hands reached behind her back.
Grayson slid her hands back to her wife's still covered chest and cupped her breasts over her bra, pulling her face away so she could face them jiggling under her deft fingers. She licked her dark, plump lips at the sight, reveling in her wife's low moans and heavy breathing. She would never get tired of it. She would never get tired of her. She would venture to say that (Y/N) was more addictive than Shimmer.
"G-GraysonâŚ" (Y/N) whimpered and grabbed her lover's chin, causing her to look her in the eye. She arched her back, pushing her breasts into her hands. "Promise me you'll always come home." (Y/N)'s eyes twitched a little and the grip on Grayson's chin tightened. The older woman brought her face closer to hers with a side, small smile. "Promise meâŚ"
The enforcer then kissed (Y/N) on the mouth passionately. The younger woman moaned against her wet lips and opened her mouth, allowing passage for Grayson's wandering tongue, who was immediately grateful for the opportunity to claim this woman as her own all over again. She only broke that intimate contact when they both needed to catch their breaths. She looked her into the eyes, once again.
"I promise you, (Y/N)."
Again, (Y/N) hugged Grayson's neck and kissed her as if she was going to disappear, as if it was the last time she'd savour that unique taste of tobacco and whiskey. She sat up in bed and wrapped her legs around Grayson's hips, leaning back against the headboard. Her soft hands began deftly undoing the buttons on her wife's uniform, and soon, the blazer was discarded on the floor along with her shoes, leaving the older woman in nothing but her bra and pants.
Meanwhile, Grayson took off (Y/N)'s bra, unclasping it quickly familiarly. Her eyes turned black as she watched her wife's breasts bouncing with their sudden freedom. She immediately started groping them with her hands, making (Y/N) moan and throw her head back as she felt Grayson rub and tug at her nipples with her fingertips, sending vibrations straight to her core.
Grayson removed one hand and replaced it with her mouth. (Y/N) gasped and arched her back, surprised by her actions. She wrapped her wife's perky nipple around her lips and sucked on it while she cupped her other breast. She wedged her knee between (Y/N)'s thighs, directly feeling how dripping she was. Grayson was sure she would leave a stain of her juices on her uniform pants, but she couldn't care less. In fact, the thought itself was delightful. She smiled slyly, her face still pressed against her chest.
"No panties? You were waiting for me, hmm? You're so needy, honey. I love it. Let me take care of you, my love." She purred and began to add more pressure on her sex with her knee, causing (Y/N) to moan louder and rotate her hips, shamelessly rubbing herself against her wife's leg. She needed it. She could feel her pussy throbbing, begging for more of that special treatment from Grayson.
"PleaseâŚPlease, GraysonâŚ" She begged with her eyes closed and gently tugged on her wife's short hair, feeling her body getting more and more shaky and desperate from the tension that was building itself successively. "Grayson! A-aahnghâŚGrayson!" She moaned.
"That's it, baby girl. Moan my name. Moan the name of the only person who makes you feel this way. The only person who can take care of you like this, hmm?" She whispered in his ear, making (Y/N) feel her hot breath behind her ear, making her more and more sensitive. Grayson knew the effect her deep voice had on her wife and she'd always abuse that newly found power.
(Y/N) whimpered and rolled her hips faster as she felt a tight sensation in her belly. Her breath became faster and faster as her ecstasy built. She arched her back and fell backwards, lying on the bed while her lower body was raised slightly, not stopping for a second from rubbing against Grayson.
"That's it, babyâŚThat's it. Good girl. You're so beautiful." She praised and smiled as she watched (Y/N) become a chaos of incoherent sentences and desperate, begging moans of her name as she sought some sort of release. "Fuck...Fuck, this vision is a work of art. You're so beautiful...So surrendered to me like this, (Y/N)." Her voice went hoarse, completely mad at what she was witnessing. "Are you going to cum for me, baby girl? Do you want me to help you, hmm?"
Grayson gripped (Y/N)'s hips carefully and pulled her closer to herself, further forcing her knee against the younger woman's dripping sex. She then began to guide (Y/N) through her hips, causing her pussy to rub faster against the thick fabric of her pants.
(Y/N) bit her bottom lip hard and eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure, her toes twitched. She was very close. The moaning and groaning sounds grew louder and more needy.
"That's it, baby. You are so beautiful. YeahâŚThat's it, you are being such a good girl." She whispered in (Y/N)'s ear and squeezed her hips a little more. "Make yourself cum on my leg. Cum for me. Cum for me, baby girl."
"Grayson. Grayson...Graysooon! All that accumulated pleasure added to Grayson's delicious voice caused (Y/N) to finally reach her ecstasy. She nearly screamed as she grabbed the sheets beneath herself, feeling a tight wave spread out through her pussy and then release itself like a shock that made her wet hole throb, rapidly contracting around nothing.
"So beautiful. You're so beautiful when you cum for me, princess." Grayson grabbed (Y/N) by her legs and dragged her onto the bed, lowering her body until her face was between his thighs, her pussy still throbbing with orgasmic aftershocks.
"What are you doing, Grayson?" (Y/N) asked and gently pushed Grayson's forehead a little further from herself. All that pleasure was too intense.
However, Grayson still wasn't satisfied. She needed to watch (Y/N) become undone under her again. Then she smiled at her wife and stroked her hipbones with the pads of her thumbs.
"I want to taste you, my love. Come on, one more for me, hmm? Just one more." Before (Y/N) could protest against it, Grayson buried her face between the younger's thighs and devoured her with her mouth, making it impossible for her to escape by her firm grip on her hips, keeping her pinned there.
(Y/N) mewled and arched her back. All of that attention to her core was too much to handle and firstly she attempted to retreat her hips to escape that sensation. She cried out upon feeling Grayson's tongue slipping between her wet folds, coating itself in her leaking juices. It all felt so painfully good. The sight of Grayson so eagerly devouring her was enough to make (Y/N) drip with need once again.
"Fuck, Grayson! Unhghh! Please!" She moaned and rolled her hips, forcing herself against her mouth as she felt the blood rushing down again, her pussy pulsing and lower abdomen tightening with another building orgasm.
Grayson began flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue. She'd constantly alternate between flicking and sucking at her sensitive nub. (Y/N) became more and more desperate until she was moaning and begging like a harlot beneath her wife.
Grayson adding two fingers into her dripping whole while sucking her clit and pumping them in and out was enough to send (Y/N) over the edge once again. She released a broke cry as she felt another crushing orgasm take over her body. Her thighs shook and spasmed as she reached over to grab Grayson's hair with her hands, riding her face earnestly through her aftershocks.
Eventually, Grayson pulled her face away and crawled in bed. She dropped her weight into the mattress and pulled a heavy breathing (Y/N) into the warmth of her gentle embrace. She held her wife sweetly while she shook from the pleasure she'd provided. It made her smile. Grayson would do anything for (Y/N). She would give her the whole world if she asked and even sent herself into space to gather her a star.
The enforcer dragged a strand of (Y/N)'s hair away from her beautiful face and kissed her on the cheek romantically while her hand rubbed the skin of her arm. (Y/N) turned around to face her and hugged her body, snuggling up to her like a small kitten.
It delighted Grayson how needy she would always feel after cumming, which made her chuckle a little bit and peck the top of her head lovingly. Slowly, her breath became calmer and she relaxed fully, her eyes heavy as sleepiness began creeping into the back of her skull.
"Grayson?" She called out softly and lifted her gaze to glimpse into that Gray immensity of Grayson's.
"Yes, darling? I am here. What is it?" She cooed gently.
"Thank you for coming back to me. I love you." Her voice was a little shakey and Grayson smiled sweetly, reaching over with her thumb to wipe away a single trailing tear from her lover's cheek.
"I love you too, my dear." She lowered her thumb until it was pressed against her lower lip, dragging it carefully and slowly. "I will always come back to you. I promise."
ethan is sick of the pda and challenges you and grayson to a 3 day no touching bet. but what happens after 72 hours is a different story...
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Many things happened when you were making out with Grayson. Getting clocked in the side of the head with a pillow was not usually one of them.Â
âWill you two keep it in your pants for two fucking seconds,â Ethan grumbled, obviously the perpetrator of the flying pillow that had connected with your face a few moments prior. He had good aim, youâd give him that.
âFuck off,â Grayson grumbled, but he detached his lips from yours, settling to lay on you instead. It wasnât an unusual position for you to find yourselves in - Ethan in the chair, you and your boyfriend sprawled out on the couch while you watched a movie. Most times youâd be laying on top of Grayson, cheek on his chest, his hand running gently up and down your arm or back. Sometimes heâd lift your shirt some so he could scratch your back, skin soft under his fingers. Other times - like now - heâd be wanting the attention, scooting down and nuzzling up on your chest so you could play with his hair or trace shapes on his skin.Â
Either way, it seemed to get under Ethanâs skin.Â
âYou fuck off, I live here too I donât need to see you two all up on each other 24/7,â Ethan shot back, obviously annoyed. It didnât usually bother you - he went through phases where heâd get lonely and be a bit more annoyed at the PDA - Grayson was quite handsy if you were honest. On the other hand though, it could get annoying sometimes. You would like to be able to make out with your boyfriend on your own couch without the comments from the peanut gallery. And it annoyed Grayson 10 times more than it did you.
âChill guys,â you sighed, not wanting it to get any worse.Â
âNah, weâre about to take a trip in the van and Iâm not about to wake up to you two fucking next to me cause you canât keep it in your pants,â Ethan huffed back, movie long forgotten as he got heated. âYou literally cannot keep your hands off each other, itâs gross.â
For some reason, that comment got under your skin a bit more than anything he had said prior. You were a mature adult who could control herself if she wanted to. And you could prove it too.Â
âBet.â
Grayson stiffened, lifting his head. He knew how competitive you could be - it was one of the many reasons he loved you - but combined with Ethanâs inability to lose, it got dangerous sometimes. Bets were never good when they were between you and his brother, and you could tell he was worried.
âWhat are we betting?â Gray murmured, not liking where the conversation was headed.
âOkay fine.â Ethan perked up a bit, loving an idea of a challenge and completely ignoring his twin. âOne week, you all canât touch each other when Iâm around.â
âAbsolutely fucking not,â Grayson immediately shut it down. You put a hand on his arm, calming him a bit. This was between you and Ethan now.
âA week is too long. Iâll give you three days,â you offered. Grayson turned to you, incredulous.Â
âAbsolutely fucking not?â He said it to you this time, but you squeezed his arm again, signaling for him to hear you out.Â
âI can do three days,â Ethan offered. âBut if itâs only three, then you all canât touch each other at all. Like even when Iâm not around. Strict no touching policy for three days. Itâll be a good cleanse for you horny fucks.âÂ
âFine,â you agreed, narrowing your eyes at him.
âWhat?!â Grayson balked. You just grinned.
âBut. If we make it the three days, youâre never going to say another snide comment about us touching. Ever.â Â
Ethan paused at that, really considering what he would be giving up if you managed to pull off the bet.
âFine. But, if IÂ win, I get to say whether or not you can be all lovey dovey and shit, and you have to listen.â There was a wicked look in his eyes; if he won heâd be ruthless, no doubt.Â
There was a whole lot at stake. But the prospect of being able to do whatever you wanted with Grayson, wherever you wanted, without Ethanâs commentary was too good to pass up.
âDeal.âÂ
âOh, so I donât get a say in it? Cool, cause this doesnât affect me at all,â Grayson chimed in, obviously annoyed.Â
âOkay, but how nice would it be if he couldnât say shit about us,â you quirked an eyebrow at Grayson and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.
You were right, and he knew it.Â
âFine,â he conceded, knowing youâd get your way no matter what he said. âIâm in.âÂ
âShake on it,â Ethan said, getting up from his chair and walking over to you. You reached out, giving him a firm handshake and a nod. When you let go, he turned his wrist, looking at his watch.
âAlright, itâs 11:35. Time starts now, disperse,â he grinned, gesturing to the two of you. Grayson moved off of you with a huff, scooting to the other end of the couch.Â
As soon as he was gone, you realized just what youâd signed the two of you up for.
It was going to be a long 72 hours.
day one
It was only 9am, and tensions were already running high. Ethan wasnât giving up any ground - he hadnât even let you and Grayson sleep in the same bed the night prior. Which meant Grayson, being the gentleman he was, let you take the bed and he took the couch.Â
So, feeling well rested and in a good mood, you headed for the kitchen. Grayson was there, as you expected, typical avocado toast in hand. But when he saw you, he immediately groaned, dropping his head to the counter as you opened the fridge.Â
âWhat?!â You asked, laughing a bit. When he looked up, you could see the frustration in his eyes.
âCould you at least try to not make this any more fucking impossible than it already is?âÂ
âIâm just getting yogurt...â you said innocently, holding up the cup you pulled from the fridge only a few moments prior.
âYeah, but you could at least wear a fucking bra,â he pointed out, eyes trained on your chest. You hadnât really thought about it - you were in one of Grayâs shirts, which was oversized on you. But now that you looked, you could tell that the cold air of the fridge had made your nipples hard, the ghost of them obvious through the fabric.
âBras are uncomfortable,â you countered, pointing your spoon at him.
âYeah? Well so are blue balls.âÂ
His voice was so serious that you both just stared at each other for a minute, and then you couldnât help it. You broke first, starting to giggle and then both of you were cackling like middle schoolers.Â
Once youâd finally calmed down and wiped away the tears you were crying, you continued eating your breakfast, perched on the counter by the stove. Graysonâs eyes were on you, specifically on your tongue as you licked yogurt off the spoon.Â
âYou know, Ethan wonât be up for another few hours. Heâd never know,â Grayson wiggled his eyebrows at you.
âNah, we donât cheat in this house. A bet is a bet.â
âWell this bet sucks.â His voice was garbled around the last bite of toast that he was chewing.
âI know. But hey, itâll be worth it. Then we can do whatever we want, and he canât say shit,â you reminded him.
âWeâre gonna drive him nuts,â Grayson grinned, and just those words sent goosebumps rising across your skin. Stop. Stop that. You couldnât let yourself get lost in a daydream, especially when you werenât allowed to touch him - that would just be self torture.Â
But it was too late. Now all you could think about was how normally right now, heâd be standing in front of you between your legs, hips pressed against the counter, his hands in your hair, lips on yours.
âUh... babe? You good?â Graysonâs voice pulled you out of the image. His brows were furrowed, and you watched as he nodded to the floor, where a small dollop of yogurt had splattered. It must have slid off your spoon while you were lost.
âThis bet sucks,â you repeated his earlier words, suddenly very much regretting your decision.
âFriendly reminder that you started it,â he grinned deviously. âWere you daydreaming over there?â
âNo.â You answered too quickly. Dammit.
âOh... well in that case, I guess Iâm just gonna keep myself busy then. Might go build. Or lay out. Not sure yet.â That mischievous glint was in his eyes and you groaned. He knew exactly what he was doing - something about the focus he had when he was working on a project, with his tool belt low on his hips, sunglasses on and shirtless - it got you weak in the knees every damn time.Â
And he knew it too.Â
All you could do was glare at him as he got up and washed his plate before heading back to your room. Sure enough, 20 minutes later he was outside, carrying wood across the yard to where his saw was set up.Â
You sat in the living room, watching him work while you drank your coffee. Watched his muscles ripple under his skin as he hoisted 2 by 4â˛s over his head, powerful arms doing it with no effort. He could hold you up with those arms, hold you up while he-
âGood morning, this just in from pining central-â
You turned at the voice, glowering when you realized it was Ethan with a smug grin on his face.Â
âShut the fuck up,â you grumbled, sticking your tongue out at him.Â
âOoooo, touchy,â he teased, reaching out and ruffling your hair. You reached back to slap his shoulder, but you were smiling. âOr... no touchy.â Ethan cracked the joke, obviously proud of himself.
âThat was actually terrible,â you shook your head.
âYouâre just mad cause youâre gonna lose this bet,â he said, raising his eyebrows as he headed back towards the kitchen to make his breakfast.Â
âNot a chance in hell.â
day two
Sleeping on the couch wasnât ideal, that was for damn sure. Not because it wasnât comfortable, but because you didnât have Grayson next to you. After his long day of building you knew that he was sore, and youâd insisted that he took the bed instead.Â
But that also meant that he had slept in for once, making your morning mission a little bit harder than usual. You snuck into the bedroom, tiptoeing at first, then walking normal when you realized that he was still snoring. He was curled up on his side, shirtless and sleeping soundly, his left arm curled around a pillow that he was holding to his chest. It took you a minute to realize that this was how you usually woke up, with his arm wrapped around you before you turned over and eased him onto his back so you could cuddle.Â
Stupid pillow. You pushed the thought from your mind as best you could, going over to your drawer and picking out a bikini to wear. It was beautiful out, the perfect day to get some sun. You changed quickly, grabbing a towel from the bathroom and your sunscreen before you headed out to the pool. It would at least help you kill a few hours. You were discovering that things were boring when you couldnât make out with your boyfriend.
It was two hours later when you heard the doors open, signaling that someone was coming out of the house. You peaked over your sunglasses, unsurprised to see Grayson there.
âDid you just wake up?âÂ
âNo. Iâve been awake.â His tone was short, and you frowned.Â
âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âDonât play innocent,â he grumbled. You sat up further on the yellow lounge, confused.
âWhat?âÂ
âYouâre doing this on purpose. Out here, all laid out in a tiny bikini when thereâs nothing I can do about it. Youâre a tease.â He sat down on the other lounge, staring at you. You could tell he was hard underneath his gym shorts.
âI just wanted to get some sun... But, two can play that game. Youâre telling me you building all day yesterday was innocent?â You looked at him accusingly, expecting him to laugh. Instead, his eyes just darkened.Â
âOh, does me building do something to you?â He knew the answer to that. It fueled his ego that him doing something so simple could turn you on so much, and you hated that you had no control over it. âWhat exactly does it do to you, hmm?â
âStop it,â you muttered, but your body was reacting anyways. Your skin was flushing just from his words.Â
âStop what? Stop making you wet?âÂ
âWe canât do anything about it, donât make it worse,â you pleaded. He was right, you were wet, and you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you right then and there. But you were more strong willed than that. It was only another 30 or so hours. You would make it.
âIâm going to shower,â you said, standing up and heading into the house. You knew his eyes were on your ass, and you were unsurprised that he got up to follow you, carrying your towel in wadded over his dick in case Ethan was out of his room.Â
You tried to ignore him as you headed to the bathroom, taking your hair down and starting the water to give it time to warm up. To your surprise, he lifted himself up and sat on the end of the counter, giving himself a perfect view of the glass shower.Â
âWhatâre you doing?âÂ
âWatching.â There was a heat in his voice that went straight through you. You swallowed heavy, turning to him. He got like this sometimes, where his dominant side would come out. Usually it was halfway through sex, when he was pulling on your hair, or when you had a particularly bad attitude and he corrected it quickly with a rough fuck.Â
But there was an intensity to this that had your mouth dry as you started to undress under his gaze. You reached behind your neck, pulling on the string that kept your top together. When the bow came undone, the fabric began to fall, though it didnât fully reveal your tits until you untied the back and it fell to the ground.Â
Grayson said nothing, eyes unwavering as you moved to your bottoms. You shimmied out of them quickly, kicking them to the side. Unfortunately, they landed directly in front of him. You knew heâd see the wetness that had pooled in them; it was obvious. That wasnât going to help matters.Â
âWe can call off the bet. If you want.â You blurted it out - until the last few minutes you didnât realize how desperate you were to have his hands on you.
âNo. We canât. Now shower, before we run out of hot water.âÂ
You did as you were told, walking over into the water and letting it run over your skin. You kept your eyes closed mostly, but you could feel him watching your every move. As you washed your body, your hands lingered over yourself for just a moment, desperate for relief.
âDonât you dare.â Graysonâs voice was deep and demanding, making your eyes snap open. He very rarely took that tone with you.
âTouching myself isnât against Ethanâs rules,â you pointed out, knowing it would piss him off to hear his brotherâs name right now. If he wasnât already going to destroy you when he could, he definitely was now.Â
âItâs against my rules.âÂ
Just those words were enough to almost make you cum right there.
Why, why had you made this bet.
day three
Getting out of the house was the only option, you couldnât take it anymore. Especially after the pent up energy established yesterday, you couldnât handle the stares and the constant need to have his hands on you. If you stayed too long, youâd break the bet.Â
So, you treated yourself to a bit of a shopping spree for the day. You picked out new clothes from a few stores, even picking up a shirt for Grayson you knew he would love, and some shoes for Ethan. You went to lunch, taking your time, even going to get coffee later on. It was a nice break from the tension, though every time you looked at your phone and saw your lock screen - a picture of you and shirtless Grayson in the mirror - it sent tingles down your spine, reminding you of what you were finally getting back tonight.
Your final stop was a lingerie shop. It was always fun to look at all the pretty lace patterns and colors - usually you just window shopped, but you were trying to draw out the process as long as you could. An emerald green number caught your eye, laid out on one of the tables. It was lace and silk, delicate but sexy at the same time. On a bit of a whim, you bought it, adding the bag to those already on your arm as you headed home. You took the long way, happy to see that it was already 7pm by the time you pulled in the driveway.Â
Four and a half more hours. That was it. Just four and a half more hours. Surely, you could do it.
When you came in, Ethan was eating cereal, and had already begun sulking. That lifted some of the tension that was hanging over the house, specifically coming from the direction of the living room where Grayson was practicing handstands.
âAwe, is somebody sad theyâre going to lose the bet?â You teased, sitting the bags down and digging around for his shoes.
âTimeâs not up yet,â he grumbled.Â
âWell, I got you a pity gift,â you smiled, passing him the box. âEnjoy.â
âThanks, Iâll need a distraction from you all sucking face constantly,â he rolled his eyes. You knew heâd be grateful for the shoes once he got over his loss.Â
âHey Gray, I got you something,â you called, heading to the living room with your bags. He was still in his handstand and he brought himself down slowly, a smooth landing.Â
âLemme see,â he smiled. The frustration heâd had yesterday was still there, but he was trying to be helpful, as were you. Spending the day apart had made it easier, and with the finish line in sight the both of you were in higher spirits.
âI canât remember which bag itâs in,â you mumbled, starting to sit them down so you could look through them. Grayson picked one up, and before you could say anything his hand was in it, no doubt feeling the lace and silk.Â
He froze, eyes darkening again.
âIs this for later,â he practically mouthed the words, barely speaking so Ethan didnât hear him.
âIt can be,â you whispered back, blushing. He only nodded, a wicked excitement in his eyes.Â
After the teasing and tension yesterday, you were a bit worried that your new set wouldnât even survive the night. He had a bit of a habit of ripping things when he got dominant. You supposed you could just buy another one if you had to.
You kept yourself busy after giving him his shirt, looking for distractions anywhere you could. You ate a quick dinner, then decided to take a nap.
âIâm going to sleep,â you announced to the boys, heading towards your room.Â
âItâs 8:30,â Ethan said, confused.
âWell, Iâm probably going to have a long night, so,â you grinned at him. Grayson choked, looking up at you.Â
âGross. Go to bed,â E grumbled. You obliged, heading to your room. You killed another hour or so on your phone before realizing that you might actually fall asleep. Not wanting to ruin the surprise, you changed into your lingerie, looking yourself over in the mirror. It was just as flattering as you hoped it would be, accentuating all your favorite areas.
Grayson was gonna lose it.Â
You climbed back onto the bed, comforted by the feeling of the soft cotton on your exposed skin. You curled up, getting comfy and eventually drifting off to sleep.
The next thing you felt were two large hands on your waist, putting you on your back.
âWhat the?âÂ
âItâs 11:36.â It was Graysonâs voice, and it clicked.
The bet was over. Thank fuck.Â
You were suddenly wide awake, and you couldnât get your hands on him quick enough. His skin was soft and warm as you reached up to his shoulders, running along the muscles until you got to his neck. You pulled his face down to yours, crashing your lips together. Youâd never felt anything so good in your life.
âWeâre never doing anything like that ever again,â you mumbled against his lips, hands back on his skin, at his waist now, curling around his back trying to pull him closer to you.
âAgreed,â he said, kissing you again before he bailed to the side, reaching over and pulling you on top of him. And suddenly you were touching everywhere. His thighs were against yours, and you could feel his dick against you, his torso wide and strong beneath you as his hands roamed down your side, over your hip and around to your ass.
âFuck, you look so good,â he groaned, fingers toying with the fabric of your thong. Your hips bucked at the feeling of his hand on your ass, and it created a delicious friction against his dick that had you starting a rhythm in no time. He sat up then so you were on his lap, gravity causing more pressure as you kept grinding, both of your breathing picking up at the sensation. After the pent up hormones of the last few days, you were sure you could cum just like that, and you wouldnât be surprised if he did too.Â
He reached behind you, unclipping your bra with ease, pulling it off your arms and tossing it across the room. Then, his hands were at your hips, fingers digging into your skin, lips at your neck as you worked him over.
âSurprised you arenât punishing me for being a tease,â you mumbled, then gasped at the bite that resulted from your words.
âDonât tempt me, weâve got all night,â he groaned, moving you a bit faster. You clung to him tighter, grateful that heâd decided to just focus on pleasure tonight.Â
âJust wanna feel you.â His words were hardly a warning as he rolled over, putting you back on the bed. He reached behind himself, unlocking your legs from around his waist before he moved down the bed. His hands went to you hips, scooting you up a tiny bit before he hooked his index fingers into the waist of your thong, swiftly discarding it after it was off.Â
âLook even better like this,â he hummed, crawling up to kiss you again. You chased his lips when he broke it off, only to gasp a bit when you felt him press a kiss to your collarbone. He moved down, cupping each tit and licking and sucking along your nipples until you were squirming. His progress down your torso was painfully slow, each little nip with his teeth making your whole body jolt. By the time he got to your inner thigh, you were begging.
âPlease Gray, please fuck, give me something,â you whined, practically writhing underneath him.
âAs you wish.â And then his mouth was on you. He knew you better than anyone - and he wasted no time. He worked you over like the expert he was, tongue flat then fast, with just the right pressure. You never lasted long like this, with your hands in his hair and his hands pinning your hips down to the bed. But this might have been the quickest - it couldnât have been a minute before you were cumming, pulling on his hair as you let go. Your legs were actually shaking, and he pulled back, thumbs rubbing along your skin as you came down, catching your breath.Â
âHoly shit,â you choked out, trying to swallow as you gasped.Â
âThat was hot as fuck. Didnât even know you could cum that fast,â he grinned, obviously a bit proud of himself. You didnât blame him - with that tongue he could have an ego as big as he wanted. He pressed kisses to your hips, then your ribs, the middle of your chest, giving you time to get your breathing back to normal before he caught your lips with his again.Â
Now it was your turn. You reached down into his boxers, wrapping a hand around his dick. It was heavy and hard in your hand, but his hiss made you stop your movements.Â
âBaby, Iâm already not gonna last, donât need you making it any shorter and bruising my ego,â he huffed, obviously trying to calm himself down a bit. You moved to the waistband of his boxers instead, pushing them down his thighs. He took them the rest of the way off, throwing them in the same direction your lingerie had flown earlier.Â
You spread a little wider, reaching for him as he positioned himself over you, his weight on his forearms which were on either side of you. He dipped his hips, teasing you for just a moment, before pushing in. You sighed at the feeling, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, holding yourself steady so that he didnât push you up the bed. When he was balls-deep, he kissed your forehead.Â
âMissed you,â he whispered, and you could have melted right there. âYou ready?â
You nodded - it didnât matter how many times you did this - he was still big, and it always took you just a minute to adjust. Grayson always gave it to you, making sure he didnât cause you any pain.Â
He lowered himself down so that some of his weight was on you, and then he snapped his hips back, driving into you with a groan. He was everything you could feel and see, his chest against yours, bodies touching everywhere that they possibly could as he started a quick rhythm.Â
âFuck you feel so good,â he groaned, voice deep as he went deeper with every thrust, hitting the spot that had your toes curling, nails scraping down his back.
âJesus fuck Gray, Iâm gonna cum again, fuck,â you said, pleasure loosening your tongue. He moaned at that, burying his face in your neck, biting at the skin he found as he sped up his hips. Â
âFuck, fuck fuck,â you squeaked out as your next orgasm hit, every muscle you had clenching up in pleasure.Â
âGod,â Grayson moaned, somehow moving even faster, holding himself up with one arm while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your hips up to get another angle. âOh fuck,â he groaned. âJesus baby, fuck.âÂ
And even in your blissed out state, you felt him cum, cock twitching inside you before his weight lowered onto you for a moment, arm still wrapped all the way around you. As soon as he could function, he rolled the both of you over so he didnât crush you. You didnât separate at all as you laid on top of him, weak and satisfied as he stayed seated inside you, both of you fucked out and content.Â
You knew you were probably making a mess and you neither of you gave a fuck, not moving an inch other than Graysonâs hands wandering, fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. Eventually he rolled over, sliding out of you gently with a kiss to your forehead before he got up and went to get a washcloth. He cleaned you up, as well as what was left on the sheets before tossing the rag in the laundry. He pulled his boxers back on before climbing back in bed.
âAll good baby girl?â He gave you a soft smile as he laid down. You used the energy you had left to climb back onto him, unwilling to have any space between you at all after the last three days.
âI am now,â you sighed, content just to have his skin on yours. You just enjoyed each otherâs presence for a few more minutes, and then you felt Grayson laugh a little bit underneath you, making you sit up just enough to look at him.
âWhatâs so funny?â
âI just realized that we won the bet. I kinda forgot, I was just ready for it to be over. But now we can literally do whatever we want and E canât say shit,â he laughed, hugging you a bit tighter.Â
âWe could literally have sex in the living room and he canât say shit,â you grinned, quirking a mischievous eyebrow.
Grayson just shook his head with the biggest smile, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.Â
You had never meant for any of this to happen, not that you regretted it, however.
The Harry Potter movie marathon the twins decided to have with you one night was very exhausting. After a very long day, you really wanted to just take a nap and go to bed early, but as it was a sleepover, they decided to keep you up the whole night. Really though, it was hard to say no to their faces anyway, specifically Graysonâs.
The smile he gave you was unmatched, it didnât just twist the corners of his pink lips upwards, but it was shown across his whole face. The joy it had seemed to mirror the quantities of the sun but the serene quality of of the moon, always making you feel warm and fuzzy, yet relaxed. It sparkled all the way up to his eyes, stars dancing behind his irises in such a magical way, it hypnotized you every time into saying yes. The only thing you didnât know was the reason behind it, thinking it was from the want of the movie marathon, yet, it was for the want of something else.
Gray could tell you were tired from the moment he saw you. Every time you were upset or tired, you were rather quiet, against your chatty nature. This state you were in, from the obvious foggy mind to your paled skin, had him rather worried.
âYou can go to sleep, angel.â He assured, chocolate brown eyes almost having you melt into the seat, as they always did from day one of meeting him. The effect he had on your nerves and heart rate never seemed to disappear as you though it would, only proving your crush on him all the more.
âI thought you wanted to watch the movie.â
âYou look exhausted, take a nap. We we can watch it later.â Gray always wanted to spend time with you, never missing an opportunity. There had never been another person he had ever found to be so incredibly magnetic and interesting. This, of course, was a tad bit of a disappointment, but he cared about your well-being much more.
It seemed to have only have taken seconds before your head bobbled to the side as your eyes fluttered shut. A small smile appeared on his lips as he went to glance away, just before feeling a light pressure on his shoulder, one that made his heart stop in his chest before leaping with joy at the sight of you resting on his shoulder.
It was over for him as soon as Ethan noticed, however, cooing and grilling him for how absolutely whipped he was for you, but he didnât care. He realized, at that moment, he absolutely loved you being cuddled against him and wouldnât mind it happening again, or a few more times.
After a couple hours, you seemed to have caught up on your sleep, waking up from your slumber. Gray feels you slowly begin to move, just before your body freezes completely as you seem to realize what position you were in.
You jolt up, eyes wide as you stare at Gray, who smirks at you, â You fell asleep on me.â
âOh god, Iâm sorry.â You blurt, embarrassed by your awkward actions. With each second that passes you feel your cheeks warm up, eyes flickering around the house nervously. To this, Gray surprisingly chuckles.
âDonât be, it was cute.â This has your eyes shooting back to him, lips parted slightly in shock at his blunt words.
âOh my god, just date already!â Ethan shouts, causing you to immediately grab Grayâs empty water bottle and throw it at him. As Ethan yelps, Gray laughs, only making you scoff.
As the boys settle down, you turn back to Gray, not really sure what to say. Luckily, he takes over that task for you.
âY/n?â
âYes?â
âI wouldnât mind.â He simply states, making you glance in his direction, furrowing your eyebrows.
âWouldnât mind what?â
âDating, I would like that.â Again, a flush blossoms on your cheeks as you grin at him.
Summary:Â R E D Â S T R I N G Â O F Â F A T E; According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soul mates, regardless of time, place, or circumstances. The thread may stretch or tangle, but never break.Â
"The burden of the clouds, you felt it too? You must be, if you cry along with them." the stranger suddenly said to me, whom existence I haven't felt till he spoke. I didn't bother to look at him, let alone give him an answer.
I thought about his words. He was good with words. I smiled lightly. "What a nice metaphor." I replayed after a long time of silence. The darkness has surrounded me long time ago, I had no idea how late it was, and I couldn't care less.
I could feel the strangers gaze fixed on me. He wasn't looking anywhere but directly to me. He was looking at me and I was looking at the beautiful view of the ocean and their waves. The waves. They were so wild, so aggressive and so mad, I could feel it. I felt that way as well.
"I was thinking about, who or what could have possible hurt you so much. You look so heartbroken." I heard the stranger talk again. I shifted a broken smile and look at him. He was looking concerned. No in fact he wasn't just looking like he was, but he was concerned.
As a sudden lighting hit right above us, the sky got bright and I saw his face fully. I knew he was familiar. I knew it was him, but I couldn't tell if it was him for real. Even if my glasses were wet and I couldn't see fully because of the raindrops on it, I could tell it was him.
"Why are you here?" I asked him out of the blue. He looked at me confused first but answered my question anyway.
"I was around with my brother, we had some business to finish." he explained, he was still confused.
"No, I mean why are you here, next to me?" I asked, this time more specific. He smiled brightly but wiped the smile the second he realized in what situation he was in. It was cute, he was cute.
"Uhm... I am not sure, I saw you here crying, and you looked so heartbroken I couldn't resist the urge to come here." he explained again. He was playing with his hands frantically. "I didn't mean to bother or scare you." he talked again, before I could say anything. I held his both big hands, with my small ones.
"No, you didn't scare me or bother me, you just don't have to be here you know?" I said calmly. "You can go I am okay." I continued and let go off his hands. He furrowed his eyebrows.
"I can't go." he mused. I looked at him slightly confused. "No, I don't want to go, I won't go." he continued with his words more confident this time. I looked directly into his eyes. There was something in his eyes I couldn't tell what it exactly was. Something that probably could move mountains, melt ice and erupt volcanos. Something that would make stars envious and the moon question his beauty. Something which drove me to him. Something what put my soul on fire.
If two people are meant to be together, eventually they'll find their way back...
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MASTERLIST
*a/g/n = another girl name*
- grayson pulled tiny pranks here and there
- jump scaring you, running into tape, stuff like that
- but he promised everyone he was going to prank you on instagram live and that it was going to be crazy
- you and him went live together, you on his lap with his arms around you and his chin on your shoulder as you answered questions
- âdo you guys play fight?â
- âall the timeâ
- you put you arms around his head and rub your knuckles into his head, his hands on your waist
- âstop! (a/g/n) stop!â
- you stopped your movements and got off his laps slowly
- âwho the hell is (a/g/n)?!â
- âbabe i didnât-â
- âno, grayson! donât babe me! who the fuck is (a/g/n)!?â
- âa girl from the ice cream place down the street i just-â
- âthatâs such bullshit, grayson! youâre such an asshole!â
- you stomped up the stairs and grayson turned back to his phone, the comments freaking out and grayson laughing
- âshit guys, sheâs really angry. i donât think i can keep going live. iâll give you an update later. peaceâ
- grayson ended the live and ethan came out of his room
- âdude, what the hell was that?â
- âi pulled a prank on y/n and now sheâs madâ
- âdid you jump scare her and she hurt herself?â
- âi called her another girls nameâ
- âjeez dude, i donât know how youâll get out of this oneâ
- grayson rolled his eyes at his twin
- âthanks a lot eâ
- âgood luckâ
- grayson headed upstairs and knocked on the door
- âgo awayâ
- grayson opened the door and you rolled the other way
-Â ây/nâ
-Â âwow, he knows my name!â
-Â âbabe listen to meâ
-Â âno, you listen to me!â
- you get out of bed and his eyes widen at your tear stained cheeks
-Â âhave you been crying?â
-Â âof course iâve been crying! you fucking called me by another girlâs name, grayson! how do you think that makes me feel? it makes me feel like youâre-youâre doing something shady behind my-â
-Â ây/n, listen to me, it was a prank!â
- he held your shoulders and you looked at him
-Â âwhat?â
-Â âyou know, the prank where the boyfriend or girlfriend calls the other the wrong name and they freak out? that prank! i donât know a (a/g/n) , and i would never cheat on youâ
- you push his arms off of you and tackle him to the bed
-Â ây/n!â
- he laughs and you kiss him all over his face
-Â âyouâre such a jack ass!â
-Â âthe fans made me do it, they recommended it!â
- he went live again and you laid on his chest
- his fingers playing with your hair
-Â âwell, the prank went... wellâ
-Â âdid not. i almost dumped your assâ
-Â âbefore she could, i threw you all under the busâ
- you kissed his jaw and snuggled your head under his chin
-Â âyeah, you all betrayed me. donât worry, iâm gonna get him backâ
- grayson laughed and kissed your head
-Â âi donât think you can beat that prank, baby girlâ
âWould you be able to write one where grayâs gf has been neglecting her health because she has exams coming up. She doesnât sleep, barely eats, and how gray tries to fix it.
She tries to keep it from him, and maybe bryant, james or ethan tell him.â
Iâm really honored that this is my first request, and that itâs something that I personally dealt with this past year <3 I hope if you read this and connect with it that you know you are not alone <3
Always open to feedback so let me know what you think <3
âAnd I recommend you read over the chapters specified in each weekâs slides for the final. Be sure to have yourâŚâ
The rustling of papers, binders and backpacks overpowered the Professorâs voice as uninterested and unrested minds filed up the stairs to the exits of the lecture room. It took me longer than usual to finally exit the room since EVERYBODY decided to show up today. Typical. The last lecture before finalsâŚ
It was 5:30pm on a Friday, and even though my head was pounding from stress and lack of sleep, I could not help but let a small smile escape as I rushed out the doors of the chemistry building and down the steps. My boyfriend, Grayson, was picking me up today for my last night out before I would have to sequester myself in my apartment to study for exams.
He always hated this week of the semester lol, but I always seemed to break at some point and have him over to keep me company and/or keep me awake⌠as I studied.
It was tough sometimes to have a boyfriend and a group of friends who werenât also in college, since our schedules, priorities and worlds could vary so much. Yet, they seemed to be the people who kept me sane, and who allowed me to forget the deadlines and homework that was always looming.
I had just reached the small parking lot behind the Physics building.
âY/N!â
I turned my head following the voice to see him smiling with the window rolled down in his mustang. He was parked next to the curb and started getting out as I walked over.
He held his arms out and I walked into his embrace as I let out a breath I did not know I was holding. I was the perfect size in his arms. My head always resting on his chest, and his arms always wrapped behind my neck or low near the small of my back.
He gave a last, small squeeze before we pulled away and he reached for my backpack straps as I wiggled out of them.
âYouâre too muchâ I giggled.
âWell, youâre too cuteâ he smiled, finding my cheek with his lips as he stood behind me now holding my backpack. Smiling, I walked around to the passenger side as he set my backpack in the seat behind him.
I sank into the passenger seat, closed my eyes and let out sigh as he got in the front seat.
âTough class?â he asked as he slipped the key into the ignition and started to drive.
âYeahâ I said looking out the window thinking of all the work I had in front of me, âjust a long week.â I turned back to look at him and placed my hand on his thigh capturing a glance from him, âbut Iâm really excited about tonightâ a smile spreading across my face sweetly. âMe tooâ he said matching with a big smile as he leaned over and kissed my forehead. âGrayyyy, keep your eyes on the roadâ I played, laughing and pointing forward. âIm soooooorry, I just canât resistâ he said in his innocent voice giving me puppy dog eyes.
We both cracked up.
Ugh, it pulled at my heart. He was my happiness. Together we were always laughing, at least smiling, and constantly touching. I donât know why it felt like it was tearing at my heart.
I looked intently at his profile, my head plagued with cloudy, melancholic thoughts as I admired his beauty. I placed my hand behind his neck, caressing gently causing another smile to appear on his face.
âGosh, I missed youâ he confessed.
I laughed, âI literally saw you 6 hours ago!â
âYa, it felt like a lifetimeâ he said dramatically, âI almost died!â he complained leaning back into my hand symbolling his enjoyment.
I shook my head and playfully rolled my eyes at this handsome goof. He and Ethan had swung by this morning while they were in the area to pick up my things for tonight. My dress, my makeup, the whole deal.
Today was Bryantâs birthday, and tonight was the huge party. âEveryoneâs going to be thereâ Ethan said with a huge smile and eager eyes the other day when the two were trying to convince me to go. I eventually caved to the hugs and squeezes and pleads from Grayson and ended up being rewarded with a sudden, passionate kiss after I reluctantly uttered âFineeeeeâ. Just before being scooped into a group hug by the both of them and somehow ending up in the pool?! But hey thatâs a story for another time haha.
I felt a yawn take over and brought my knees up so my feet rested on the seat. I balanced my left elbow on my knees to support my arm behind his neck before giving in and letting my eyes flutter shut...
Summary: Based off of THIS MASTERPIECE.
Word Count: 1,474
Warnings: None.
A/N:Â THANK YOU CASS for giving me this idea! HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY. Itâs 7am and I was about to go to sleep but yâall bet your sweet asses that I powered up my computer to write this. ENJOY. Also listen to this, because feels feels feels.
It had been quite an adventurous day for you and Grayson. It had started with you both waking up before the sun was even up, finding Ethan awake and alert in the kitchen - which had made you laugh. You had then decided on ordering some breakfast to go so you could drive to the beach, sitting on the sand while the sky turned orange as the sun peeked from the horizon. It was a peaceful moment, until the boys had decided that swimming in the freezing cold ocean was a good idea; Gray slinging you over your back, ignoring your protests as he rushed toward the sea, Ethan in town.
Then you had helped the guys with filming a new video, which consisted of them just tasing each other and acting like two children. It had made you laugh and you all had to shoot different takes, which took a while.
It wasnât until midnight when Ethan had left you two alone, yawning like a little lion cub and complaining about being tired. You had shared a secretive smile with Grayson, knowing that heâd just shut himself inside his room and edit until the wee hours of the morning. But you kissed him on the cheek as goodnight, waving as he disappeared down the hallway to his room.
You found yourself in bed a few hours later, naked body hidden thanks to the covers as you laid on your back. Your eyes drifted over to Grayson who was lying right next to you, arm underneath his pillow as he faced you, letting his eyes roam your face.
âWhat are you looking at?â You asked in a whisper, a smile growing on your face as you turned on your side so you were face to face.
Graysonâs hand crept up, fingers stroking your hand that was lying between the both of you. You turned it around so your palm was facing up, watching as he traced the lines with the tips of his fingers.
âIâm just so content with my life,â he sighed, voice low. You glanced up at him but he was staring at your hands. âI have you here, my brother in the next room, the fans... It all just feels so surreal.â
You smiled softly, loving how humble and stunned he sounded. It was what you admired about him the most; even with him and Ethan rising steadily to fame, he managed to be blown away by the simplest things.Â
âYou deserve it all.â You murmured, raising your hand to grip his, intertwining your fingers. He finally looked up, your eyes locking as a beautiful smile crept up on his face, eyes glittering. His hair was sticking up in every direction, lips slightly abused and swollen, cheeks flushed but he looked happy and satisfied nonetheless. And that was all you wanted, for him to be happy.
He dropped your hand, scooting closer to you, lips coming down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. You eagery responded, pushing up so you could deepen the kiss. It wasnât long before he was hovering above you completely, hand cupping your cheek as the other touched your waist. But he pulled away far too soon, making you chase after him. Grayson laughed, stroking his rough thumb over your cheek.
âBaby, if we keep going then Iâm not sure I will have the strength to stop.â He said with a quiet laugh and you pouted.
âThen donât.â You brought a hand up to take a hold of his bicep, running your fingers along the outer part. You didnât miss the shudder that he gave away, biting your lip to hide a smile.
âIâd love to, but Iâm not sure Iâm ready for another go yet.â He cocked an amused eyebrow and you giggled. âItâs late too, we should sleep.â
âYouâre no fun.â You pouted but complied, watching as he pulled back to lay down on his side, elbow on the mattress as he propped his head up on his open palm. You immediately missed the heat of his body.
With a sigh, you proceeded to roll over on your back, the covers slipping down to the small of your back as you wiggled around to make yourself comfortable. You placed your hands on top of each other on the pillow, resting your head over them as you peeked up at Grayson. He was watching you silently, eyes narrowed and a smile playing on his lips as if to say âI know what youâre doingâ.
âScratch my back?â You hummed, shooting him an innocent smile. A smile you knew he couldnât resist.
And you were right, he complied almost instantly; free hand coming up to trace your back, fingers touching every scar and birthmark in a loving way, fingernails scratching every now and then.
He began tracing small figures on your back, and somehow it all turned into a small game of you guessing what he was drawing and writing. It made you laugh, and he loved the sight of you giggling as your laid there on your stomach, hair messy and smile big.
The whole point of the back scratching was to make you fall asleep, but it was doing the complete opposite. You knew that you would regret staying up so late in the morning, but at the moment you couldnât care less.
âDid you just draw a penis on my back?â You asked, confusion evident on your face as you pulled your eyebrows together.
Grayson giggled, shaking his head. But his smile said otherwise.
âYouâre such a child.â You laughed and he shushed you, biting back his own laugh.
âEthanâs sleeping.â He whispered and you immediately shut up, turning your head to the door as if expecting his twin brother to burst through the door.
But there was no sound coming from the hallway so you resumed to your previous position with a sigh, eyes drooping as you were starting to feel sleepy. Grayson noticed your change in behavior, quickly opting to just scratch your back in circles.
âArenât you gonna sleep soon, Gray?â You asked with a yawn.
âSoon. Just guess this one more thing for me.â He murmured lowly and you didnât know if it was just because of you being sleep deprived, but he sounded nervous for some reason. âFour words. Say them out loud.â
You nodded with a sigh, closing your eyes as you focused on his fingers. It was hard for you to stay awake when his fingers felt so good on your back, giving you soft strokes, but you knew you had to just stay awake and focus on what he was writing. Just to humour him.
âWill..â You murmured and he made a sound of approval, rustling around a bit before continuing.
He traced your back, fingers shaking as they brushed against your skin.
âYou...â You sounded tired, voice sounding too loud in the too quiet room.
Grayson murmured out a âyeahâ, pausing the tracing before continuing.
âMarry... Me.â
Your brain didnât register it at first, but when the words had caught up with your thoughts, it was like somebody had dumped a bucket of cold ice all over you. Your eyes sprung open, locking with his nervous ones as he stared back at you. With shaking hands, you pushed them underneath you to prop yourself up so you sat back on your knees. Graysonâs eyes fell to your completely exposed body, but they quickly focused on your face. More specifically your eyes that were welling up.
âDid you mean it?â You asked, voice shaking as you searched his face for any kind of sign that it might be a prank or a sick, cruel joke. âDid you?â
Graysonâs lips pulled into a soft smile and he pushed himself up so he was mirroring your position, producing a small velvet box from underneath his pillow. You gasped, hands flying up to your mouth as you watched when he popped it open. A beautiful diamond glared back at you.
âWill you?â He asked, voice soft and vulnerable as he looked at you.
You glanced up at his face, tears rolling down your cheeks as you blinked, a sob escaping your smiling lips. He almost went flying backwards as you flung yourself at him, but he caught you just in time, a gasping laugh escaping his lips.
âYes, yes, of course I do!â You yelled, not having a care in the world of whom you might be waking up. âI will, I will marry you.â
You pulled back, sniffling as you both laughed at each other. He was tearing up, hands shaking violently as he fished the ring out of the small box. With a giggle, you pushed your hand out, fingers splayed out and it made Grayson laugh.
