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GRAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

hiiiii!! do u write for ethan page? if so, could i request an enemies to lovers ethan page x f!reader? 💚

●Ethan Page x Reader●

Was in the process of writing this one when this was requested! ☺️

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing outside Ava's office, I wait for my cue to walk in to introduce to the world that I am Ava's new assistant. I get a thumbs up, turn the handle and walk in.

"Y/N! I have been waiting for you! Welcome in! This will be our office for now on. You will assist me if there is any contract signings or if any chaos happens because trust me. It happens."

I laugh looking at her shaking my head.

"You got it Ava! I will do my absolute best as your assistant."

I walk over next to her, looking over some of the paperwork for the show tonight. She grabs some paperwork and looks over at me.

"I will be back. I have a meeting. If anyone comes by, you have my permission to make a decision about whatever problem they have."

I nod my head smiling at her while she grabs the rest of the paperwork and leaves our office.

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*Ethan's POV* *20 minutes later*

I walk up to Ava's office door and take a deep breath. I knock on the door and wait for an answer. The door opens and this woman, who has to be a foot shorter than me, stands in the doorway looking up at me.

"Who are you? Where is Ava?"

"I'm Y/N. Ava's new assistant. She is at a meeting right now. What can I do for you... Champ?"

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*Y/N's POV*

"What can I do for you...Champ?"

I cross my arms looking at him with a blank expression. 

But damn does he look really good in those glasses and that suit. Unbuttoned too. So hot.

Shut up brain. We don't like him. I continue trying to keep the straight face as he leans down into my face.

"As your NXT champ, I suggest you call Ava."

"And as Ava's assistant, I suggest you put your ego in check and tell me what you want before I close this door on your face."

He looks at me with a shocked face and I smirk leaning on the door frame.

"Okay. Okay. I am going to go out to that ring after I'm done talking with you and I want to know who my next opponent is for my NXT championship. Understood?"

"Loud and clear Champ."

He leans against the door frame, his arm above my head, looking down at me as I am leaning against the side of the door frame, arms crossed, looking up at him. He puts his finger under my chin and slightly turns my head towards the camera facing us. He leans down and whispers in my ear.

"See me after the show in the parking lot. Only if you pick me a good opponent for next week."

I smirk a little looking directly at the camera as he pushes off the door frame and walks off.

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*Y/N's POV*

Watching Ethan in the ring on the TV backstage, I shake my head as one of the production guys gives me a microphone.

"Ava's new assistant.. whatever her name is.... says she has a great opponent for me next week. So whatever your name is, how about you come out here and let me know who it is. Because I am going to crush them next week and it will just look bad on you. Maybe you will even get fired after...."

My theme hits and he turns to look at the entrance way. I walk out shaking my head, putting the microphone to my mouth.

"Ethan. Ethan. Ethan. Chill your Ego down before your head explodes."

I walk out standing in the entrance way looking at him in the ring.

"I made a call to a dear friend of mine and...."

My phone starts buzzing in my pocket and I pull it out.

"One second. I gotta take this."

I answer it and Ethan groans into the microphone.

"Hey!...  you are here?.... I will let him know!"

I hang up the phone and put it in my pocket. Ethan leans on the ropes looking at me.

"Well Y/N. Who is it?"

"Well Ethan. Let me ask the NXT universe. Do you guys want me to....."

The lights go out and the fans are quiet.

Say his name and he appears.

The crowd erupts as Joe Hendry makes his entrance than walks up next to me smiling at me. I hand him the microphone as Ethan starts freaking out in the ring.

"Hello Y/N! Thanks for giving me a call! Ethan, next week, I am going to beat your ass and take that title!"

"That's the best you can do?! He doesn't even deserve a title shot! He doesn't even work here!"

"Oh Ethan... you told me to find you a good opponent. Well I think I found you a good opponent. But if that isn't good enough for you..... how's two?!"

The lights go out again than Trick Williams music hits and the crowd starts chanting "Whoop That Trick." Trick climbs in the ring behind Ethan and I smirk, blowing Ethan a kiss. He looks at me confused as Joe starts walking down to the ring as well. Joe climbs into the ring and they start beating up Ethan as I stand in the entrance way watching. Eventually Ethan rolls out of the ring, holding the back of his head and starts walking towards me. I look up at him as he stops directly infront of me.

"You will pay for this."

"I'd like to see you try."

He scoffs, walks around me and walks to the back. I smirk, turn around and follow behind him.

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*after the show*

I walk out to the parking lot which is mostly empty except for a few cars. I get to my car and get shoved into the side of it. I gasp, a hand goes over my mouth and slightly squeezes my cheeks, digging my teeth into my flesh. Their body is pressing into my back and their breath is hot against my ear.

"I told you to find me a good opponent. Not two losers. Now you are going to pay."

I smirk into his hand knowing my consequences have finally caught up to me.

THE END! 🫶

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'I Bumped Into My Nemesis In A Hallway And All I Got Was An Australian Himbo Boyfriend' by Fall Out Boy - G.Waller x Reader

warnings: banter, arguing kinda, lil itty bitty bit of angst! kinda hints towards smut?? minors dni!!

(not proofread lmao)

Grayson walked down the halls of this week's Smackdown arena, championship belt on his shoulder, confidence (or arrogance) as prominent as ever. He had no plans for a match or even an appearance this evening, so he found himself aimlessly wandering the hallways, when all of a sudden he bumps into his so-called arch nemesis, because it wouldn't be a fanfiction if he just paced the arena for an hour.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N," Grayson sneers. "I should have figured you'd be in my way somehow. Do us both a favor and stay out of my path in the future, yeah?"

Y/N meets him with a "Love you too, Waller." before even a beat can pass. "Watch where you're going, dickhead. We both know this isn't my fault. How about instead you stay out of my way so that I don't have to kick your ass!" Y/N sneers right back at him. 

Grayson rolls his eyes, clearly unamused by Y/N's response. "Oh, please, spare me the empty threats. You're not gonna do anything, you know that. You're lucky I even acknowledge your presence."

"Oh please, as if I give half a damn whether you 'acknowledge' me or not. 'Oh, Grayson, you're so important, please pay attention to me, I'm begging you!' God, grow up, asshat." Y/N mocks, hoping to get a rise out of him.

Grayson scoffs at Y/N's mockery, his expression hardening with annoyance. "You really know how to push my buttons, don't you? But let me tell you something, sweetheart. When you're the Aussie Icon, people begging for your attention is the norm. And trust me, you're not the only one who's grown up, I'm just on a whole different level." He smirks with an annoying amount of confidence.

"You act like a 30-something year old frat boy who peaked in high school but still wants to seem cool to the 'youngins'. And that haircut isn't helping, babe." Y/N knows she's lying through her teeth just to make him mad, but all's fair in love and war, right?

Grayson's nostrils flare as he grows more irritated by the minute. "First of all, I'm not some old codger stuck in the past. And as for my haircut, I'll have you know that it's a classic style. I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, with your boring, uninspired look."

"Haha, very original insult. Calling my style boring, really? You don't have anything better up there in that ol' noggin of yours? Come on, now." Y/N feels a pang of guilt being this mean to Grayson, sure, they squabble often but it's all in good fun. But this almost feels a bit too far, like she needs to lighten the mood a little. But she doesn't, only continues to egg him on.

Grayson's annoyance turns into anger as he clenches his fists, trying to maintain his composure. "Oh, you want originality, huh? How about this, I've seen more personality from a brick wall than from you. You're plain and forgettable, just like your insults."

That stung a bit. Hearing the guy you've been hopelessly crushing on for 2 years say you're forgettable? Ouch. She'd almost believe it, too, if this didn't happen every week.

"Yeah, yeah, don't forget, I'm gross, annoying, always in your way, etcetera etcetera. Admit it, Waller, you're obsessed with me. How else are you literally ALWAYS bumping into me, huh? care to explain?" She prodded. 

"Obsessed? Me? Please. I have much better things to do than pay attention to you. You're just... unfortunately always there. And if I do bump into you, it's only because you're constantly standing in my way. You're like a thorn in my side, a mosquito buzzing in my ear." Grayson tried to convince both Y/N and himself, though they both knew it was a lie.

"And I'll continue being that thorn in your side as long as I live. I get such a kick out of watching you lose your temper, it's absolutely hilarious!" Finally, something to lighten the banter a little. Y/N giggles after her sentence just to rub in the point a bit more.

"Oh, I bet you do. You get some sort of sick satisfaction out of getting under my skin, yeah? Well, guess what? I'm not going to give you the satisfaction. I'll stay calm and above it all, no matter how much you try to annoy me."

"Way too late, babe. You've already lost it once." Y/N grins. "Let's see how long you can keep up the act, huh?" Y/N smirks up at him, knowing he can't keep his cool forever.

"Don't call me babe," Grayson says through gritted teeth. "And I haven't lost anything. I'm in full control of my emotions. I may have gotten irritated at your childish behavior, but that doesn't mean anything. I can keep this up all night, so don't test me."

Y/N smiles wide, "oookay, babe, let's give it a try, then!" She begins lightly tapping him on his arms and chest, trying to get on his nerves as much as possible. Grayson's jaw tightens as he struggles to keep his temper in check. He takes a deep breath, attempting to stay calm. "Do you really think your little taps are going to bother me? I'm not some fragile flower that's going to snap just because you touch me."

Y/N frowns. "Aw, bummer. I was really hoping you'd just shatter in front of me so I didn't have to look at that face any more. What a shame."

Grayson's temper flare even more, his patience wearing thin. "Shatter? You wish. I'm tougher than you could ever imagine. And my face, you know you're secretly jealous of my good looks. Admit it. You can't keep your eyes off me." 

"Very funny, Waller. You'd be one to talk, huh? I've seen you staring at me from across the room more times than I can count. What's the deal with that, anyway? Am I so pretty you can't stand it? Do you like me so much you have to steal a glance whenever I'm around?"

Grayson glares at Y/N, his cheeks slightly flushed. "What? Me staring? That's ridiculous. I don't... I mean, yeah, you're attractive, but that doesn't mean anything. It's not like I'm... it doesn't matter. Shut up." He looks away, embarrassed. Y/N can't help but find it endearing.

"Woooow, I finally got the cocky, arrogant boy all flustered, huh? Lucky me. How cute." Y/N smiles, a genuine one for once, rather than a smirk.

"Shut up," Grayson growls, trying to regain his composure. "You didn't get me flustered. Don't think so highly of yourself, princess. I just wasn't expecting you to bring up me... noticing your appearance. That's all."

"You brought it up first, did you not? And hey, I couldn't have noticed you staring if I didn't look over at you now and then, right? I never denied it when you accused me of staring, did I?" She's playing with fire now, but it feels so good. This could go one of two ways, horribly wrong, or horribly right. 

Grayson swallows hard, feeling embarrassed at being called out. "Fine, so maybe I've looked once or twice. It doesn't mean anything. I'm not some lovesick puppy drooling over you. I just... I happened to notice you, that's all."

"Right, right, and the sky is gray. You're obsessed with me, Grayson. Admit it."

Grayson huffs, clearly annoyed at Y/N's insistence. "I'm not obsessed with you! I'm the Aussie Icon. I have admirers and fans lined up at my feet. I could have anyone I want. I don't need to be obsessed with you."

"You certainly don't need to be obsessed with me. But you sure do seem to be. Hell, you're right. You could have anyone you want. So then, why don't you?"

Grayson opens his mouth to respond, but closes it again, clearly flustered by the question. He crosses his arms in a defensive gesture. "It's... complicated, alright? I don't have the time or patience for relationships, okay? I'm focused on my career and becoming the best. I don't need the distraction."

For all she knew, it could've been the way he phrased it, or the fact that she was finally letting herself be a little bit vulnerable, who knows. But that hurt. And she chose to believe him this time. "Right, of course." Y/N frowns slightly, trying once again to hide her true feelings. "Good luck becoming the best, Gray." She began walking away, not wanting to deal with her slowly breaking heart in front of the one who's breaking it.

Grayson watched as Y/N walked away, a pang of guilt tugging at his chest. He hesitated for a moment, his mind and heart both racing.

Then, he suddenly called out. 

"Wait!"

She turned around slowly, scared to hear what he may say next. "What's the problem now?" She manages to stutter out.

Grayson rubs the back of his neck, looking uncharacteristically uncomfortable. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking again. "I... Look, I didn't mean to be such a dick, okay? And I don't just see you as some thorn in my side. You're more than that, whether I want to admit it or not." He starts walking towards Y/N slowly, trying to make up the distance from her leaving before.

"Grayson, are you running a fever or something? Is this a prank? Is there a hidden camera?" She had never seen him be so honest, so vulnerable. She didn't know what else to do other than make dumb jokes to lighten the mood.

Grayson laughs softly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. "No, I'm not running a fever and there's no camera. I'm serious. I've just... I've never been good at expressing my feelings, okay? I always act like a jackass because it's easier that way. It's a defense mechanism or something."

"I could say the same about acting like a jackass, honestly. It's so much easier."

Grayson smirks, a hint of humor returning to his usually cocky demeanor. He takes another step closer to Y/N, his gaze still intense. "Yeah, you definitely have a knack for being a pain in my ass. But it's... endearing, in a way." Y/N takes a step back, still very nervous, but finds herself against a wall instead. 

"Endearing... how?"

Grayson takes another step towards her, closing the distance between them even more. He leans against the wall, his face only a few inches away from hers. "Endearing because it gets under my skin, but in a good way, if that makes sense. You don't listen to me, you're not afraid to push back, and you never let me get away with anything. It's frustrating, but also... kind of refreshing."

"Oh yeah? I could say the same about you." She smiles up at him, feeling a small jolt of confidence rush through her. Grayson can't help but crack a small smile at her witty remark.

"Well, look at us, finally agreeing on something."

He studies her face for a moment, his gaze lingering on her lips for a beat longer than necessary. She notices and follows suit, looking at his lips for a moment too long before snapping out of her trance and turning away to look at the floor.

Grayson notices her eyes dart away and the blush on her cheeks, a wave of confidence washing over him.

"Hey," he says softly, gently lifting her chin so that she's looking at him again. "Don't look away. Look at me." He smiles at her, a genuine one, and she's sure it's the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.

She looks into his eyes for a moment or two before whispering "if I look at you much longer, I won't be able to keep myself in check any more, Grayson." His heart races as he hears her words, her soft voice sending a shiver down his spine. He leans closer, his face so close to hers that he can feel her breath on his skin.

"Who says you have to keep yourself in check?" He muses.

With this, she finally stops holding herself back and quickly leans in, closing the distance between them and kissing him with such force that he nearly stumbled backward. He stood shocked for a moment before kissing her back with a passion to match hers, grabbing onto her waist and pulling their bodies flush against each other as he deepened the kiss.

After a few minutes of practically grasping onto each other for dear life, they finally have to pull away for air, but still hold onto each other and remain as close as possible. After a moment of gazing into each other's eyes, Y/N speaks up. "Finally. You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." She pants.

Grayson is equally out of breath, his heart thudding in his chest. He can't help but smile, his hands still on her hips. "Oh, really?" he teases. "I had no idea you were so desperate for me, princess." At this, she slightly pushes Waller on the arm. "Shut up, I know I'm not the only one who wanted that to happen."

Grayson laughs, not at all offended by her playful shove. "Okay, okay, you got me. I'll admit, I've thought about it, too." his smile turns into a mischievous grin, "But hey, you were the one who initiated it first. Couldn't get enough of me, could you?"

She chuckles and blushes, looking away slightly. "Maybe, maybe not, who's to say?" Grayson raises an eyebrow at this. "Oh, now you're playing coy, huh? You can't just kiss me like that and then act all nonchalant about it. I know you just couldn't resist me any longer."

She leaned up to his ear, "and maybe I still can't."

Grayson's smirk widened as she closed the distance between them again. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her body against his again before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Careful, Y/N. You're playing with fire."

"Fire was meant to be played with, baby."

He laughs, looking down at her and smirking. 

"Well then, princess, let's play."

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i have this idea. for a thing. grayson waller + enemies to lovers + one bed trope.

"what's the matter, princess? afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?"

gnawing at the gates of my enclosure

Fuck this would be SO HOT!! I can picture it EXACTLY

Summary: The reader is an old friend of Austin's who was in NXT at the same time as Grayson. When she finally gets called up to Smackdown, Austin is happy to have his friend back. But there seems to be some unresolved tension between Grayson and the reader.

"Austin!" You break out into a sprint across the hotel lobby as soon as you see your best friend.

"YN!" Austin flashes an eager grin and easily catches you when you make a leap into his arms. "I'm so glad that you're finally here! I missed seeing you." He hugs you against him.

You wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly, noticing Grayson standing a few feet away as you do. You hop down from Austin's hold and smile at him.

"I missed you too, pretty boy." You nudge his arm playfully. "I see that you found a new friend." I nod to Grayson behind him.

"Hmm?" Austin turns around. "Oh, yeah, Grayson. Do you know, YN?" He asks.

Grayson rolls his eyes and nods. "Yeah, we know each other." He confirms.

"Waller." You nod to him stiffly.

"YN." Waller nods back, just as stiffly.

Austin looks between the two of you, sensing the obvious tension in the air. He coughs and turns back to you.

"Anyway, did you get everything set up?" He asks you.

"Yep." You nod. "My travels plans are approved for the month. We are officially back to being travel buddies." I confirm eagerly.

Grayson narrows his eyes at your confirmation. He looks over at Austin with a scoff. "Were you going to tell me about this?" He asks Austin.

"I'm telling you right now." Austin replies. "I didn't think you'd mind having someone else around." He shrugs.

"Well yeah...but why her?" Grayson huffs.

You roll your eyes at him. "Love you too, Waller." You snark at him.

Grayson scoffs and drags his suitcase toward the elevator. You and Austin both watch him walk off before Austin turns to ask you about what the deal is.

"So, what's that all about?" Austin asks you.

"Your buddy is a bitter chump." You reply sharply. "Just...don't worry about it, Austin. I'll take care of it." You assure him.

Austin nods and offers to help you with your suitcase. You laugh and insist on taking it yourself. The two of you head over to the elevator so you can head up to your rooms.

Austin booked a room with three beds, two in the main one and one off to the side with a door separating it for privacy. The two of you reach the room and find that's no longer the case. The room only houses two queen beds.

"So, we've got a glaring problem." Grayson speaks up as soon as the door shuts. "Looks like you're going to have to find a different room, YN. So sad."

You glare at him, grumbling under your breath.

"She can't find another room." Austin replies. "The lady at the front desk put a no vacancy sign on the counter right after we checked in. And it's late." He informs everyone.

"Great." You sigh to yourself. "Austin, you dating anyone right now?" I ask him.

Austin nods, knowing why you're asking. "Yeah, sorry." He frowns.

You sigh again and turn to Waller. "You gonna be a dick and make me sleep on the floor?" You ask him.

Grayson rolls his eyes, leaning against one of the beds. "No, I'm not that much of a dickhead." He admits. "But i'm not happy about it."

"Oh because I'm so ecstatic at the idea of sharing a bed with you, Grayson." You roll your eyes.

Austin senses the tension in the room and decides to give the two of you some space for a little while.

"Okay! I'm gonna do a late-night gym sesh. I'll be back later." He quietly grabs his gym bag and exits the room.

You watch Austin retreat out of the room and huff to yourself. Once he's gone, you lug your suitcase up onto the bed and zip it open. Grayson stares at you with a glare from the other end of the bed.

"You gonna stand there and stare a hole into me, Waller?" You snark at him, returning his glare.

"Pfft, don't get smart with me, sweetheart." Waller scoffs.

You meet his eyes and grit your teeth. "Or what?" You challenge him. "It's already bad enough I have to share a bed with you. Now you're going to be a dick to me for the rest of the night?"

Grayson comes around the bed and stops just in front of you. He's easily half a foot taller than you, which only pisses you off more.

"What's the matter, princess? Afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?" Grayson taunts you with a smug grin.

"Okay! Big talk coming from you, Waller." You scoff at him, eyes glued to his.

Waller takes a step forward again, only inches from you now. You don't let his intimidation tactics work on you.

"You have got to be the most annoying woman I've ever met, you know that?" Waller huffs and steps back from you after a moment.

"Please, you've been dying to get into my pants from day one, Grayson." You accuse him.

Grayson scoffs again, quick to try and deny your claim. "I have not! You're annoying!" He insists.

"And yet, you're standing over there drooling." You quip back at him.

"You! Ugh, you don't know when to shut up. Do you?" Grayson growls in frustration.

You sit and watch him squirm, struggling to keep up his facade. Grayson clenches his fists and turns around to look at you.

"Well? You done throwing a tantrum?" You ask him with a grin.

"Are you kidding me?" Grayson whines. "A tantrum? I'm not throwing a tantrum!" He claims.

You watch him, still calm as a cucumber yourself. "You're clenching your fists and stomping around like one." You point out. "Just admit it, Waller. You're dying to kiss me right now. "

"What?" Grayson huffs as he watches you stand up from the edge of the bed. "You're! I! Ugh!" He huffs a breath out of his nose.

"Ready to admit it?" You push him.

Grayson stares down at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly under the button up with a bright and colorful pattern he's wearing. You know just how to push his buttons. You always have. And that's why he acts like he can't stand you. Because he knows that you know just how to get under his skin. And he hates it.

You remain standing in front of him, waiting for an answer. But instead of a verbal one, you're waiting for, Grayson leans forward and cups your face, kissing you harshly.

You stumble back a couple of steps, hands grabbing at his shirt. "So I'm right, aren't I?" You whisper against his lips.

"I hate you so much." Grayson whispers back.

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i. tried writing a thingy. this is my first time writing anything btw!!!! please be nice ❤️

The One Bed Trope Feat. My Weird Obsession With Enemies To Lovers - G.Waller x Reader

warnings: almost smut! very spicy! you have been warned! minors dni!!!!!!

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you glanced around the cramped hotel room. There was only ONE bed. "You've gotta be kidding me," you muttered under your breath, turning to glare at one Grayson Waller, the man you swore you hated. He leaned against the wall across from you, a cocky smirk playing on his lips, as usual. "What's the matter, princess? Afraid you can't handle sharing a bed with me?" 

You glared at him in disgust, practically gagging before replying: "In your dreams, Waller, and don't call me that. I'm taking the bed, have fun on the couch." You began walking towards the bed but stopped when you were met with a response from Satan himself. 

"Ha! You wish, sweetheart." Grayson smirked, his gaze roaming over your body. "There's no way you're taking the bed. I'm not spending the night on that disgusting old couch." You groaned in dismay, weighing your options until you came to a decision. "Fine, then. If you won't take the couch, I will."

"Now, now, princess." Waller chuckled, his voice dripping with condescension. "No need to get all huffy. Let's be reasonable here." He pushed himself off the wall and sauntered toward you. "What are you talking about?" you questioned. "It's simple, really," Grayson said, closing the distance between you. He sat on the edge of the bed, his arms folded across his chest, facing you. "We can either have one of us suffer on the couch, or…" He paused, a smirk spreading across his face.

"Or...?"

Grayson chuckled, his gaze intense as he looked at you. "Or... we can share the bed. It's big enough for both of us. Plenty of room." You once again glared at him before genuinely considering it for a moment. You knew he wouldn't give up the ghost on taking the bed, and you didn't want to sleep on some old sofa. 

"Fine, I guess. Just make sure you stay the hell away from my side of the bed." You leaned against the wall behind you, waiting for him to move so you could get comfortable on your side of the bed. Only, he didn't move.

"Don't worry, princess. I'll keep my hands to myself." He chuckled, clearly amused by your reluctance. "Although... who knows what might happen in the middle of the night?" Your expression changed to one of shock, (somehow) not expecting him to say something so blatantly flirty. 

"What did you say?" You managed to stutter out, still in shock.

Grayson's smirk widened as he watched the flustered look on your face. "Oh, you heard me." He stood off the bed and stepped closer, quickly closing the distance between the two of you. "There's something about a cramped space like this... It can make people do things they never thought they would." You tried and failed to back away, realizing you were still against the wall of your shared hotel room.

"What do you mean by that, Waller?" You once again stuttered out, now flustered and nervous.

Grayson leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "Come on, princess. You're not that naive. You know exactly what I'm talking about." He ran his fingers lightly down your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "But, Grayson, we can't.."

"Can't, or won't?" His voice dropped to a sultry whisper as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "Because something tells me you're not as opposed to the idea as you're letting on." With this, you were practically left like a blue screened computer, sputtering out little 'I's and 'But's.

Grayson chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered response. "You're speechless, princess. I've always had that effect on women." He stepped even closer, his body now pressed against yours. "But you're different. You've always been a challenge. But I know you want me, even if you try so hard to hide it." You turn your head away from him, saying "I'm not hiding anything!" A bit too quickly to be believable.

"Oh, really now?" Grayson smirked, his hand coming to rest on your neck. "Then explain to me why your heart is racing right now. Why you're practically trembling under me." Refusing to give in just yet, you lie through your teeth a second time.

"I'm just cold. It's freezing in here!"

Grayson chuckled, clearly not buying your excuse. "Cold, huh? Yet your cheeks are flushed pink. Your breathing is uneven. And your pulse... it's racing like you've just run a marathon. I mean, it's hard to believe at the very least. But if you really are cold, princess, I can think of a few ways to warm you right up."

"Grayson..." you groaned, feeling your resistant attitude faltering.

"Say my name again, princess." Grayson's voice was a seductive whisper in your ear. "I like the way it sounds when you say it like that." His hand slid down to your waist, tracing a path along your hip. 

"Shit, Grayson, please."

"Please what, princess?" Grayson's voice was a low growl as he pressed closer, his body molding against yours. "Use your words. Tell me what you want before I lose control myself." 

"I want you, Grayson. I need you. God, please fuck me."

He groaned, feeling his restraint snapping at your words. 

"Well, princess, don't say I didn't warn you."

I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO PUT HERE UHHHH BYE THNX 4 READING ❤️ i hope it wasn't too bad lol !