getting your nipples pierced so when gray hugs you it hurts and you lightly moan or something and he makes you show him. ( bff! gray)
OH MY GOD. and you didn’t even fucking tell him.
it was just for you, you didn’t have anyone to show them off to, it was your little present to yourself. you went into the shop alone, got them pierced, and went back home. and you were in love. you’ve secretly been wanting to get them pierced for so long, but would never tell a soul. but of course, grayson wanted you to come over for dinner that night.
at the shop they told you to avoid wearing bras for at least a week, so you decided on wearing a baggy shirt over tonight in hopes it would disguise your new piercings. as much as you would love to tease gray by wearing a tight, almost see through shirt, you were also a little bashful about your new jewelry.
because what if he didn’t like it? you liked grayson, and it was obvious he liked you too, but that didn’t mean you based all your decisions on whether or not he would like it too. but that little voice in the back of your mind made you nervous, because you really wanted him to like it.
you brush it off, grabbing your keys and heading over to grayson and ethan’s. it wasn’t like he would be seeing them any time soon, right?
you let yourself inside, the smell of grayson’s delicious cooking overtaking your senses. you loved when he cooked, even if it was fully vegan. walking into the kitchen, you wait for him to turn around instead of making your presence known.
“hey!” he smiles, setting down the spatula and heating towards you.
and before you have the chance to stop him, he’s pulling you in for a tight hug. you let out a tiny squeak, placing your hands on his biceps as he envelops you in his arms, a soft groan following shortly after. he frowns, letting go of you and stepping back.
“what was that for?” he chuckles out, moving to turn the stove off so he can focus his attention on you. if he didn’t turn it off, surely the food would have burned.
“i, um,” you stutter, moving back to lean against the dining table, “you squeezed me really tight.”
he throws a questioning look at your red face, looking you up and down. something was up, he could tell. you two always gave each other giant hugs and tight squeezes, why did you react so different today.
“really?” he mumbles, placing his hand on his hip while he holds himself up his his other hand planted on the counter.
“yep.” you mumble, nodding your head.
he still doesn’t believe you, but shrugs it off, going back to the food, “okay, we’ll, what’d you do today? huh?”
you blank, trying to search for an excuse. what did you do today? you went grocery shopping, did some laundry and cleaning around the house, oh yeah, got your nipples pierced. pretty average day if you say so yourself.
“nothing, really. lazy day.” you avoid looking at him, tucking your hair behind you ear.
he scoffs, looking at you with a cocked up eyebrow, “are you fucking with me? you’re acting so weird right now, y/n.”
“weird?” you frown, looking at him. he can tell you’re still lying from the way your voice goes up in pitch.
he looks at you knowingly and nods, “what are you hiding from me?”
you swallow thickly, playing with the hem of you tshirt, trying to decide if you should reveal your secret or not. with a sigh you look up at him, he’s not focused on the food.
“do you want me to show you?” you mumble nervously, twisting the material of your shirt in between your fingers.
“show me what?” you’ve got his attention now, he’s turning down the burner to a simmer and facing you with curious eyes, “did you get a tattoo?”
“no,” you mumble, stepping towards him.
you look around the room, checking to see if anyone was about to walk in. you couldn’t believe you were going to do this. but there was no backing out now. you keep your eyes on his, gazing up at him as you slowly lift up your shirt.
“holy fucking shit, y/n.” he breathes out.
his eyes almost bulge out of his head as he gawks at your tits on full display. he blinks a few times, not tearing his eyes away for a second. they flicker up to you then back down, then back up. you giggle at his reaction.
“you did this today?” he finally says, scratching the side of his chin.
“yeah.” you mumble shyly, twisting side to side in front of him.
“wow,” his hand comes down to press over his crotch, making you laugh. he looks to you sheepishly, chuckling, “sorry, they look really hot though.”
“you like them?” you bite your lip.
“fuckin love them.” he doesn’t stop himself from holding onto your waist before leaning down and kissing the tops of your boobs, mumbling against your skin, “bet they’re still sensitive, huh?”
“mhm,” you close your eyes, confidence coarsing through your veins as you hum out loud, “you’re gonna have to wait a while before you get to play with them, gray.”
“so that’s a promise i’ll get to play with them?” he smirks, looking back up to you.
you smirk back with a gentle nod, “yeah, and i always keep my promises.”
