Summary: It’s selfish, its desperate, but Y/N doesn’t know if Grayson is coming home, if hes out with another girl. But, the other girls were 9-5. and Y/N? She was the weekend.
a/n: based off sza’s song the weekend! (obv the calvin harris remix bc oh wow) and this is prob one of my fav things ive ever written in my entire life, so please be gentle
My brain was awake way before my body was, leaving my chances of stretching my limbs and cluttering across the cold wooden floors for coffee, slim to none.
All I could muster was the fluttering of one eye; opening just enough to peer at the alarm clock perched beside my bed.
Exactly one minute before the boisterous alarm would clang throughout my small and comfy space,ruining my sweet dreams and ripping away the only good thing in my life.
I wanted to cling on to it longer.
So, I went through the same routine that I methodically practiced every Monday morning; snaking a hand out of the duvet to tap the alarm off prematurely, wiggle my arm back into the covers, and pull Grayson’s arm tighter over my torso.
“You’re doing it again,” Grayson grumbled into my pillow behind me, making me turn my head to glare at him over my shoulder.
His eyes were still closed, eyelashes pushed flush against the white cotton pillowcase as his face stayed smashed to it, lips pulled back in exhaust.
My heart swelled in love and adoration for the precious man in bed beside me.
He was absolutely and positively everything and anything I could want in my life.
“Hm?” I hummed back to him as I took in his sleeping position, noticing his messy hair and ignoring the fact that he had me pinned.
Grayson took in a deep first breath, sighing deeply through his nose; a small groan rumbling in the back of his throat that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.
“I have to go,” he rasped out, his morning voice hoarse and screaming to be soothed by a hot cup of coffee.
“You don’t,” I reminded him, fully turning my body to be facing him now, his arm rolling casually over my waist as I reached around his warm and bare torso.
Grayson’s eyes fluttered open gently, face moving back as he realized his close proximity to my pillow.
“I do. I told you I left my good belt at Hannah’s, I have to go get it before work,” he hummed, stretching his long limbs against me under the warm duvet.
I frowned at the mention of the other girls name.
“I thought you said you left it at Lauren’s?” I questioned him as he finally turned away from me, rolling onto his back and gently kicking the duvet from his legs.
“No, Hannah’s,” he struggled to get out through another long stretch, arms reaching above his head and flexing his shoulders.
I was the weekend getaway in Grayson’s sleep schedule.
Hannah and Lauren were weekday, 9-5 fucks, but I was the one he came to at the end of a long work week to unwind, unplug, and fuck senseless from Friday pm to Monday am.
Unbeknownst to me, I started developing feelings for the kid, and now we were stuck almost 8 months deep into an unrequited love disaster.
“God. You need a bigger bed. I’m starting to cramp up,” Grayson complained as he swung his legs over his side of the bed, preparing to climb out.
His talking shook me from my thoughts, making me reach out and try to grab onto any part of him that I could to reel him back into bed.
“Maybe if we slept at yours you would be more comfortable,” I suggested, wanting and yearning to play house at Grayson’s one weekend.
I could practically hear the smirk on his face as he finally glanced at me over his shoulder.
“Maybe, sweetheart,” he grinned, an infectious one that made the corners of my mouth turn up in similarity.
Grayson very well knew that I loved him.
I had let it slip on more than one occasion during our weekend rendezvous’.
His response was always the same.
Either that “I was sweet” or he “loved being with me” or that he “wishes he could commit himself to me”.
Mentally and emotionally, it was all becoming too much for my little fragile heart to handle.
The corner of my mouth twitched as I watched Grayson watch me.
He couldn’t help himself; he clambered back over his side of the bed, his nude body posed on all fours as he slid his way back over to me for more.
Grayson’s lips were on mine before I could take another breath, his hand cupping my cheek and smoothing the skin down with his thumb.
I whimpered into his mouth in appreciation of his sweetness.
There was no way he was doing this with Hannah and Lauren.
I truly believed he was only affectionate and emotional with me.
Grayson started leaning his body weight back down on me, a moan just passing my lips as I was encircled by his strong arms once more.
“Gray,” I managed to hum out as his lips parted from mine with a wet pop.
“Hm,” was all he could muster as his nose nudged my cheek, begging for more.
“Come back tonight. After work,” I begged him.
Grayson’s hands slid under the duvet, pulling it down just enough to explore my body, fingers pressing from my hips to my thighs.
I knew I wasn’t going to get an answer from him.
He was tired of telling me every Monday morning that he wouldn’t come back to me until 4 days following.
Instead, his fingers slid in between my legs, pads softly rubbing circles around my clit.
I wanted to squeeze my thighs shut and wait for a proper response from him. But I knew I would be disappointed.
I let him continue, his lips back on my skin as they sucked on my jaw, teeth gently following to nibble to sensitive area.
I suddenly grabbed onto Grayson’s wrist, halting his actions as he pulled back to properly look at me.
“At least have me one last time before you go,” I begged of him, eyes wide as saucers as I stared up at him, lashes blinking in innocence.
Gray looked up towards the clock beside my bed, flicking his hair out of his eyes before peering back down at my naked body beneath his.
“Fine,” he settled, holding back a smile with his lip pulled in his mouth.
Grayson took no time in whipping the duvet back from me completely, mouth pressing to my chest as he gave deep kisses down my torso.
His fingers went back to teasing between my thighs, my fingers grasping onto his hair and wishing I could get him back for his actions on me.
“How do you want me,” he asked, hardly glancing up from his gaze on my chest.
Grayson paused, raising an eyebrow at me before crawling back up my body, hands digging into the mattress either side of my shoulders.
“I think I can do that,” he smirked cockily, easing himself down to kiss me once more.
Grayson’s body was a temple, and I swear I prayed and worshipped everyday about how fucking thankful I was for it.
His heavy core trapped me to the bed below, his hips already digging deep into mine as he rocked slowly back and forth on me, riling me up as he kissed me.
I ran my hands down his tight shoulders and back, feeling the pull and ripple of each muscle as he continued his torturous assault on me.
I practically moaned his name straight into his mouth as his hard head pushed against my clit, his length running in between my folds on each hip buck.
“Need you,” I reminded him as I slid a hand between us to try and capture him in my hand as my breathing became unsteady.
Grayson broke his lips from mine, shifting so that he could swipe my hand away from him, using his own to guide himself towards my entrance.
He slid into me smoothly, my body adjusted to him from this weekends rigorous activities.
I let out an involuntary whimper as he pushed into me to the hilt, never tired of his body and what he could do to me.
“You have me,” he whispered into my ear, followed by deep and meaningful thrusts that had my body shifting up on every intake.
“Gray,” I whimpered again as his hips pushed my body towards the headboard, not taking any mercy on me as he invested all his weight and strength into each thrust.
He smiled at his own strength, one heavy hand in my hip pulling my body back down to level with him as he leant on his forearm above my head.
After getting readjusted he was straight back into the bone shattering fucking, his breath coming out in hot and determined pants onto my face as he pushed his limits.
I slid my arms over Grayson’s back, keeping his strong abdomen close to me as strangled moans started to involuntarily leave my lips.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he slurred to me, eyes locking with mine and refusing to break contact as his free arm hitched up my thigh.
Grayson held my thigh up by his hip, the new angle putting pressure just where I needed him, my eyes rolling in pleasure.
“Grayson,” was all I could spit out, disbelief racking my body at how good he could make me feel.
“Say my name, baby, say my name,” he breathed out as his hand left my thigh, confident that I would keep it held up on my own as he decided to focus his fingers on my clit.
As soon as he pushed his fingers to my bundle of nerves, I swore that I saw stars; nothing in my horizon but Grayson and his perfect face and how he was making me feel.
I could hardly hum his name out as he ground his hips farther down into mine, his speed increasing on each thrust as his need to finish came suddenly down on him.
“I’m gonna—” I started, trying to tell him that my finish was imminent.
“Wait for me,” he interrupted, biting his lip in determination as he kept his hips close to mine, thrusting so that the majority of his length stayed inside me.
“I can’t,” I admitted, my back arching, my torso pressing tight to Grayson’s as I tried to hold off my orgasm as best I could.
“You can—I’m there,” Grayson haphazardly spoke as his thrusts slowed, their impact growing stronger as his thumb pushed harder than before into my clit.
Groans of my name rang throughout the small room as Grayson came hard over me, strangled moans coming from my end to meet his.
We both recovered for a few moments, eyes glued to each other’s as I stared up at my lover; daring to say I was receiving the same glance I was giving.
After a few beats, Grayson shook himself free from our moment, blinking his eyes and flipping his hair out of his face as he pulled out and pulled himself away from me.
“Fuck. Now I gotta go, for real,” he panted, climbing off of the bed and landing his feet to the floor with a smack.
I flipped over onto my stomach as I watched him round my room, gathering his things as he prepared to leave.
“Okay sweetheart,” Grayson started as he walked round the bed back to me, fully clothed, backpack slung casually over his shoulder.
He gave my ass a quick spank, leaning down to leave me one last sweet kiss.
“See you in a few,” he called before he was off.
My man was off to spend nights with another girl.
And then off to spend nights with another one.
I just keep him satisfied through the weekend.
