#grayson hawthorne smut

[cherrys-writings]

Dating grayson and him getting jealous?:)thank youu!!

Your Favorite Kisses

+18 Explicit sexual content, biting, marking, jealous Grayson

It’s not like you could have guessed this was the missing piece to your relationship. Probably a dream relationship, two friends accidentally falling for each other. You and Grayson becoming an Us. Nothing felt more right, you had him now and you couldn’t get enough, finally able to touch every inch of him. You tangle your fingers in his light hair, losing yourselves in each other. Grayson’s toned body trapping you against the wall, wandering hands teetering the line between confidence and hesitation. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Never failing to pull a gasp from you when he easily hauls you off your feet. You get to watch Grayson let go of his control. His perfect, deliberate kisses turning rushed and clumsy. The grazes of his teeth turning to full bites. 

The little “innocent” kisses. Something about when he kisses your hand makes you blush harder than anything. In public, Grayson will rarely do more than kiss your hands or cheeks, but he doesn’t keep his hands to himself. Always needing physical contact: an arm around your waist, a gentle hand on the small of your back, hand resting on your knee, or his fingers laced with yours. 

Affectionately dubbed the “princely brother,” Grayson once responded to a question about your relationship with, “she’s my queen.”

Then there are the less frenzied kisses. When you’re straddling his lap or laying on top of him. Grayson is content to hold you against him and explore your mouth with his tongue. His hands cradling your face, gently biting your lip, groaning into your mouth when you inevitably roll your hips against his. Until his large hands lock you in place, shushing your whine with an “I know sweetheart,” murmured against your skin. Always waiting for you to settle before starting again. Slowly getting you riled up with his hands lazily wandering, until you’re practically begging him to fuck you. Even then, he takes his time, worshiping every inch of your body. Kissing every area of exposed flesh, sucking and biting until you’re marked to his liking. Each one in a place for his eyes alone. 

You wouldn’t dare let anyone know that your favorite kisses come when Grayson is jealous. When someone has been staring too long, gotten a little too touchy,or flirted a bit too hard. Grayson has only so much self-control and it takes all of it to civilly get you away from whoever thinks they can touch what belongs to him and get you out of there. He doesn’t let you get a word out before crashing his mouth to yours, claiming the sounds you make as he pins you against the nearest wall, counter, whatever and pushing his thigh between your legs. 

Biting the sensitive part of your neck and growling, “almost bent you over and fucked you right there. Show him exactly who you belong to.”

Grayson’s hand covering your mouth as he plunges his fingers into your soaked entrance. “So wet already. Bet you wanted him to see me fuck you, huh?”

Your barely muffled moans are answer enough, his fingers curling just right. Grayson is just as relentless with his fingers as he is with his cock, bringing you to the edge, but not letting you fall into bliss, not yet. He wants to hear you beg for it. Beg for him to let you come. He doesn’t care who hears you, they’ll all know how good he makes you feel. The things you let him do to you. Not that pompous ass that had the audacity to touch what’s his. 

Grayson has you bent over a counter, hand tangled in your hair, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as he takes what he needs. You’re thankful for the waterproof mascara when tears pool in your eyes because it's too much but just so good. His face pressed against your neck, muttering obscene words as he leaves deep purple bruises you know you won’t be able to hide. 

“Everyone will know who you belong to now. Fuck. Gonna have my cum running down your thighs the rest of the evening.”

Grayson stifles his groans against your neck, “who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours.” you pant

“Tell them who you belong to,” he growls

“I’M YOURS”

Your legs nearly give out when you come, shuddering in his arms. His hips jerk then still when he finally comes, panting against your shoulder. He helps you fix your hair as best you can before finding a back way to sneak you out of whatever event you’re at. Grayson makes sure to go back and find that bastard. Keeping eye contact as he wipes your smeared lipstick from his mouth with a handkerchief.

[cherrys-writings]

Do you have any idea when ur next fic is going to be out ?

18+ only

Missed You

You stumble through the dark halls of your family’s estate, the promise of your bed the only thing keeping awake now. You round the corner, there’s a light under your door. Silently opening the door and walking through the sitting area to your bedroom. Through the dim glow you can just make out Grayson under your blankets, fast asleep with the most adorable pout on his face. You tip-toe by, slipping into just a long t-shirt and watch him for a minute. Grayson shifts around groaning, “So wet for me. Dirty girl, you gonna let me have a taste?”

You stare, open mouthed, at your boyfriend; his mumbles pleas pushing away your fatigue momentarily.  

“It’s been too long, Dove, need you to come on my face. Won’t stop ‘til you’re crying.”

Before you know it, you’re on your knees beside his sleeping form, kissing his stomach where his shirt rumpled up. Grayson sighs, but shows no sign of waking. You lean down to kiss your way up his neck, quietly giggling at how responsive he is, leaning his head to the side asking for more. Slowly, you kiss and nip your way to his ear murmuring, “Wake up, Gray.” 

After an eternity, he stirs, hands tangling in your hair, “You’re home,” his voice raspy, “I wanted to be the first person to see you when you got back, Dove.” 

He kisses you long and slow, like he could make the moment last forever. You pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Were you having a good dream?”

Grayson’s eyes widen, instead of responding, he pulls you down for another searing kiss. Tongue sliding against yours, savoring the soft gasps that escape. He groans when you suck his lip into your mouth, softly biting him. His hands wander down your body, squeezing your ass, sliding down the backs of your thighs, guiding your knees apart until you’re straddling him. You feel the rumble of another groan against your mouth when he realises you aren’t wearing panties and immediately grinds your soaked core against him.

 “Awe sweetheart, did hearing my dream make you all needy? You gonna let me fix that?” 

You nuzzle his neck, humming your assent and trailing open mouthed kisses along his jaw. He sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, ruffling his light hair. You let yourself stare and trace the familiar lines on his body. Grayson Hawthorne. Your Gray. It’s been too long since you’ve been this close to him. Though you memorised every inch of him, the curve of his shoulders and feel of his flushed skin against you, your sleep-addled brain needs to make sure he’s real. 

  “Now that you have me you can’t decide what you want.”Grayson gently lifts your chin with his finger, “How about you sit on my face, Dove? I need to feel you gushing all over me, taste you for real. Please.”

Your mouth collides with his, pushing him down on the mattress, hungerly silencing whatever filthy words were about to follow. He could make you come by his words alone. Pulling away and smirking at his lust blown eyes, you shuffle up his body, resting your hands on the headboard. Impatiently, Grayson hooks his arms around your thighs, tugging you down to him. Moaning at how tightly he presses you against his face, tongue slowly moving against your folds. Gray’s groans send sparks up your spine, arousal pooling against his mouth. He circles your clit with his tongue, the lightest touch making you writhe against his hold, it’s somehow too much and not enough. Grayson has an iron grip on your thighs, firmly keeping me seated when he seals his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. 

“Grayson,” you wail, nearly doubling over, your hands tangled in his hair. Tears pricking at your eyes at the tightening in your abdomen, moans falling from your lips. His name catches in your throat, white overtaking your vision. Grayson’s tongue teases your entrance, thumbs stroking your oversensitive bundle of nerves, as you fall apart above him.

“Taste better than you did in my dream, Dove,” Grayson murmurs against you. 

One isn’t enough for him. Grayson lazily drags his tongue along your slit, flicking your clit every time. You gasp, shuddering thighs clamping around his head. Vibrations from his groans send fire up your spine. Combined with his merciless tongue, you’re falling apart all over again, nearly going limp. Grayson manhandles your pleasure wracked body until you’re resting your head on his chest, unconsciously rubbing your overstimulated cunt against his bulge. 

“Fuck, I need you Gray,” you whine.

He chuckles at just how needy you’ve gotten, helping you clumsily take his pants off. Then he’s stretched above you, rubbing his cock through your folds. You watch as his leaking cockhead slides through your arousal, bumping your clit each time. 

Grayson pulls your hair back, forcing you to look at him, “you’re gonna look me in the eyes when I shove my cock into you.”

His eyes nearly black with lust hold yours as he pushes into you, groaning loudly, “fuck I missed this pussy.” 

Grayson rests his forehead against yours, grinding his hips slowly against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, whining and pulling him tighter against you. Grayson continues the torturously slow rolling, barely pulling out before hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over. He bites and sucks along your neck leaving deep purple marks, pulling more broken moans from you. Grayson groans when your nails dig into his back, shallow scratches decorating his shoulder blades. 

“Love being inside you,” he pants into your ear, “never wanna leave.” 

You let out a long wail when his hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles. 

“That’s it, Dove. One more.” he punctuates his words with several hard thrusts, punching the air from your lungs. 

“Grayson,” your words breathy, “Grayson, ff-fuck Grayson please. Pleasepleaseplease.” 

White overtakes your vision once more as you come, scream caught in your throat, clenching hard around Grayson’s dick. Grayson bites your shoulder, silencing the moans of his own release. He continues rutting into you, whining. He rolls to his back, pulling you with him to rest on his chest, fingers trailing down your spine. You let out a small yawn, fatigue creeping back in. 

“Rest up, Dove,” Grayson whispers, “I’m not letting you leave this bed come morning.”

[cherrys-writings]

Hello! I’m sorry if this is irritating but I was just wondering if you had any Grayson x reader fics coming up

Yes! Setting a deadline for myself...by end of week

[cherrys-writings]

More grayson smut pleaseee!!

Thanks for being patient! I always want it to be PERFECT

Grayson Hawthorne x Flower, Grayson Hawthorne x Reader

Put Them to Better Use

Warnings: explicate sexual content, light bondage, unprotected sex

I was so nonchalant when I said I wanted to put his ties to better use. Grayson almost dropped his camera before I could  elaborate, “I want to show you how much I appreciate you, Little Prince.” 

A few conversations later, I had him totally vulnerable, wrists bound above his head. He leans into my touch when I cup his cheek, kissing my palm. I lean down gently pressing my lips to his, I pull away before he can deepen the kiss, resting my forehead against his. 

“You’re being such a good boy for me,” I nipped at his ear, “tell me what you need, Little Prince.”

Grayson was suddenly interested in the color of the tie around his wrists, his haunting eyes looking anywhere except me. I scoot closer to him, gently guiding his face to meet my gaze. 

“Talk to me Gray. Do you want me to untie you?”

“No,” he whispered, “I just…I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”

I kiss his shy smile, “I wanna make you feel good. All you do is let go, Little Prince. Does that sound good to you?” Grayson nodded eagerly, “Yes. Please.”

“And what do you do if something doesn’t feel good?”

“I say fire.”

My fingertips ghost down his body, inching closer to his already hard cock. He sucks in a breath when my teeth graze the curve of his neck, tilting his neck for more. I reach to the nightstand, plucking an ice cube from the glass. Grayson tenses, then lets out a low chuckle at the map the melting ice left on his torso, outlining his abs. I trace his V-cut, not daring to touch where he needs me quite yet, while kissing and licking the water drops left on his stomach. Gray groans impatiently, wiggling his hips with a pout, the sound going straight to my core. My eyes never stray from his face as I reach down to gently tug his balls. Grayson’s eyebrows furrow, sighing. 

I trace the underside of his shaft with my other hand, “This is what you needed, isn't it my Little Prince?” 

“Mmhmm,” Gray’s only response, hips chasing my hand. 

I swipe my thumb across his tip, savoring the hiss that leaves him and move to lay between his legs, before slowly taking his length in my mouth. A satisfied rumble emits from his chest when I start moving up and down. Moaning when he touches the back of my throat. 

“My god, Flower,” he gasps, squirming for me to take him as deeply as I can. 

Swirling my tongue across his slit and sucking hard at his tip, I relish in every sound that leaves him and relax my jaw. Staring into his lust blown eyes as I take him into my throat, tears blurring my vision when I give an experimental swallow. Grayson clutches the ties around his wrists, chest heaving. My hand slips into my panties, the groans he lets out only increasing the ach between my legs.

“You look so pretty like this,” his heels dig into the mattress, fucking my face, “don’t fucking stop.”

I feel him twitch in my mouth and whine, begging him to cum. Grayson presses his head into the pillows, his hips jerk upward, stuttering. I can’t make out what he says between moans, swallowing his spend. Finally, I pull off him, kissing his tip once more. 

“Shit, darling,” he gasped

I crawl up his body, settling on my knees beside him, “you taste so good Grayson.”

I lean down, pressing my lips to his. His tongue slides across mine and a groan rumbles through his chest to the ache between my legs.  I bite his lip and move to suckle his ear. Nipping and sucking the spot just under it until there's a dark purple spot identical to the ones on his collarbones, my hand wandering to massage his sac. Grayson lets out a shaky breath, his eyes fluttering closed, allowing himself to just feel; his large hands still gripping the restraints. My fingers ghost over the spot just behind his balls, his mouth falls open and my hand drags up the underside of his length already hard again. Grayson shifts his hips at the agonizingly slow strokes of my hand.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans, “More. Please, Flower. Need more.”

 Gray bites his lip, stifling a whimper as I lick his tip before stopping altogether. I shimmy out of my soaked panties and straddle his leg, letting him feel how my body responds to him. I continue stroking him, resisting the urge to rub myself against him. Grayson, in tune with my every desire, he bends his knee suddenly, knocking me forward, my free hand landing on his chest. I let out a surprised squeak, “Gray! Just let me take care of you.”

“You know how much I love it when you rub your dripping cunt all over me.” 

I give in just a little, rocking against his thigh, still focused on slow strokes, occasionally brushing my thumb across his leaking tip. The dark groan he lets out tells me exactly what he’s thinking about. I let my hand work just a little faster and kiss his shoulder.

 “Bet you can’t wait to be buried deep inside me, Little Prince.”

He nods, breath hitching.

“I love all the sounds you make when you let me have my way with you,” I murmur against his skin, “maybe I should keep you like this all the time. Spread out for me to play with whenever I want.”

Grayson’s close again, his eyes closed tight. I sit back, working him closer and closer to the edge, stopping before he can climax. His icy eyes fly open, sputtering and gasping. I caress his face, hushing him, a devious smile on my lips as I line him up with my entrance. I take him all at once, slamming down on him. 

“OH MY GOD,” Gray yells, my walls fluttering around him.

I don’t let up, relentlessly fucking myself on him. Leaning back to rest my hands on his thighs, breasts bouncing with my movements. Grayson’s eyes flick between where we’re joined and my tits, savoring the show. I throw my head back, moaning at how deep I can feel him, hitting the spot that sends lightning though my body. I’m clenching him so tightly I know neither of us will last much longer. My thighs are trembling and I’m so close I can almost taste it. Then waves of pleasure are crashing over me, breath coming in short gasps and catching in my throat. Grayson’s hot spurts coat my still pulsing walls, his moans laden with swearing and arms shaking from how tightly he fisted the restraints. He looks up at me, glassy eyed and I wipe the single tear that ran down his cheek, smiling.

We slide apart and Gray watches with wide eyes as I untie his wrists, gently massaging and kissing them. He sits up, taking a bottle of water from my hands. I card my fingers through his hair as he drinks, showering his head and shoulders in kisses, pulling him into my arms when he’s done. 

“I really like that,” he whispered.

“I’m glad you do, Little Prince. Can we go get you cleaned up?”

Grayson tucks his head under my chin, sighing, “In a little bit.”