this is probably really stupid, but can you write something where the reader is laying on her stomach with her shirt off just cause she can and grayson comes into the room and takes off his shirt and just lays on top of her to mess with her and have skin to skin contact. idk why that came into my head earlier but now i’m soft 🥺
you were laying on your bare stomach above the dovet on your bed with your legs dangling over the edge and your shirt and bra off to relief the tension of the day. after coming home from the roughest and longest day of work so far and noticing either of the twins or kristina were home, you used this opportunity for some down time.
shutting the door of your shared bedroom for some more added privacy, even though no one was home, you’re lighting a few candles, playing some music softly through the speaker and dimming the lights down. you open your book and read. the feeling of the coldness from the bed sheets and the crisp air oddly relaxing you as you laid naked and indulged yourself init a world different from your reality.
you were so engrossed in your own mind that you failed the hear the sound of the front door open and close, the boisterous laughter and footsteps of your rather giddy boyfriend making his way to you. missing you after only hours apart, he was desperate to kiss you, to hold you and tell you all about his day as you listened and played his hair like you always did.
grayson felt his stars aligning when he stopped dead on his feet, throwing the door open and witnessing his own little heaven on earth. there you were, naked and laying exposed on the bed in the most peaceful state he had seen you in in months. lost in the book, in your own thoughts and content with yourself.
he took a second to admire you, to appreciate you and breath you in. he watched the way your chest rose and fell with every breath; the way your legs swang happily off the bed frame and how you would push your hair over your shoulder whenever it got in your way. he felt every ounce of love just watching you.
without a noise, he shuts the door ever so carefully, not wanting to startle you or draw your attention away from whatever you were reading. he began to strip himself off his clothes, down to his boxers as he slowly made his way over to you. a smile so big and bright, his cheeks hurting from its hold. his hands had a gravitational pull to your skin. it looked so warm, so touchable and his- all his for his hand and eyes only.
“hmm, hello baby,” grayson finally addresses you. laying his bare body flat agasint your back as he tried his best to distribute his weight evenly. his skin touching yours, making your heart rate increase, goosebumps to litter your body and a smile so recognisable, only grayson could draw it from you.
“hey, i missed you,” you go to turn your body over, wanting to face your boyfriend and kiss his tender lips, but he stops you, with his lips on your shoulder, he’s pressing delicate kisses to your skin. littering them from your shoulder bone to all the way down your arm. no place left untouched as he worshiped you.
“missed you. read to me,” grayson whispers agasint your skin where his lips stayed. they were so wet and so inviting, doing a perfect job of helping you relax and live in the moment with your person. grayson pushes your hair from your shoulder and nuzzles his cold slightly red nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and closing his eyes with a soft smile as he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you.
as you read whatever chapter of your book to him, your angelic voice music to his ears after a long day, grayson gets lost in his own world. with every word that left your lips, his fingers would trace the letters onto your hip bone. soothing your skin and engraving the blissful moment in his heart forever.
