Grant Gustin Imagines

Grant Gustin x Reader

Grant's p.o.v.
"Look! A, christmas sweater!" I stated looking at it in disgust holding it up in front of me. My best fake smile appeared on my face while trying to act thankful. "Thank you." I pecked her lips quickly before putting it back into the box. "No, no! I want you to wear it later to our christmas party. That's why I wanted you to open your present now!" "Oh. Uh, yeah of course!" Annoyed I slipped the awful piece of cloth on before taking a look at the shining, red nose on the middle of my chest, in the mirror. "You look so cute in it." Her eyes were sparkling when she wrapped her arms around me from behind, hugging me tightly. *Love is mean sometimes.* I thought to myself.

Y/N's p.o.v.
This will be the revenge for all the pranks he played on me throughout the last month. It all started when Grant scared the crap out of me on the first day of the month. I had just entered our apartment, not expecting him to be at home since he said he'd come in three days, when I heard a quiet noise. After I turned the lights on I just brushed it off, thinking it was just in my head. After that I walked into the kitchen before looking for food. When I finally found some I walked into the bedroom and changed into some comfy clothes so I could sit down on the couch while eating and watching TV. I did what I spontaneously had planned but just when I was lost in the TV series suddenly two strong hands grab me and swung me over the persons shoulder. At first I couldn't recognize the person so I screamed for help but after he set me down I stared at him for a moment, then pushed him away, storming into our bedroom. He thought it was funny and started playing pranks on me almost every day. Most of the time I just thought it was funny too but a few times I got really mad. His first prank got me really angry at him so he ran after me into the bedroom. A few of his legendary hugs, some tickling and a lot of his kisses later I eventually forgave him. But this time I just had to fight back. I knew he would wear that awful sweater for me if I just acted like I really thought it was great. While we prepared the last things for the party Grant was still wearing that ugly sweater. It was hard to not laugh at him. I also knew that this sweater probably causes a lot of itching. At around 9 PM everyone came and he was visibly embarrassed. Every one of our friends laughed but in a friendly, joking kind of way. The party was almost over when I walked upstairs and entered the bathroom. As I exited it again I saw Grant leaning against the opposite wall waiting for me to notice him. "Hey Tommy. What's up?" I asked. "You can be glad I love you so much. You're the only one who's allowed to call me that." "I know that's why I'm doing it." He pulled me closer, placing his hands on my hips and capturing my lips with his. Long and passionately he kissed me, never letting go of me. "What did I do to deserve that?" I asked smiling widely. Without an answer he pulled me close again but turned us around and pushed me gently against the wall. Another passionate, long kiss, followed by his hands caressing my back, stomach and my hips under my shirt. Immediately my heart started pounding faster. Grant knows exactly how to fill my mind with fog. His  mouth travelled from my mouth to my jaw, then down to my neck and throat. My breaths began to get heavier with each kiss. All of a sudden he parts from me completely leaving me there, breathless. "Grant, what are you doing?"
"Torturing you a little. Just like you did with me the whole evening." Grant stated. "What?" I blurted staring at him in confusion. "Oh come on. Carlos told me about that sweater and revenge thing a few minutes ago." "That boy, I swear!" "Tommy, hold on! Wait!" I followed him quickly downstairs but before I could enter the kitchen I had to say goodbye to the few guests that were still here but just wanted to go. After every one left I eventually jogged into the kitchen seeing him leaning against a counter. Boy, that guy just loves leaning against walls and stuff trying to look cool. "Tommy. Come here." Looking into the freezer I took out a pack of frozen peas. "It's itching like hell, isn't it?" I asked before pulling the sweater over his head and tossed it on the table. He didn't struggle and just let me put that awful thing off him. Immediately I noticed the few red spot on his abs and chest that got worse because he clearly scratched himself there. Cautiously I hold the pack of peas against his skin. Instantly he exhaled sharply feeling the soothing ice against his skin. "Sorry, Tommy. But look. That was revenge for all the pranks. You can be glad you're hugs are so awesome. Otherwise I wouldn't have forgiven you after a few of your little jokes." Weakly he smiled, his eyes still closed. Unexpectedly he hugged me tightly causing the wet pack of peas to be pressed against the upper part of my white shirt and also my stomach. A big part of it's front got see-through while I was just tugging an eyebrow at him. "Okay no. Now I'm pissed. I was just helping you and everything but you had to do something stupid again. Why did I even help you? I should have known you wouldn't appreciate it. Because you never helped me wash, for example, the eggs out of my hair. " I grabbed the peas and threw the pack into the sink. When I arrived in our bedroom I just threw on my sleeping clothes and went straight to bed. After about half an hour I felt two arms wrapping around my waist from behind. Angrily I pushed his hands away and shifted further away from him. Only a minute later his arms were pulling me closer again. "Grant!" I just said in a stern voice making him move his hands away. A few minutes later I finally drifted off into the land of dreams only to be woken up in the middle of the night. I suddenly felt someone shaking me gently. "Y/N." He whispered in a raspy voice. "Y/N!" His voice got louder a little bit. "Grant, just let me sleep!" In a whining voice I begged. "Can you please turn around and look at me?" Now he was the one whining. "No. Now what is it?" Grant sighed. "I can't sleep without you being mad at me and not in my arms." "Well, then don't." I responded dryly. Slowly I could feel him shifting closer to me, though, I didn't move away. He didn't say anything when I felt his body striking my back. Gently he brushed the hair on my shoulder behind my neck before shifting even closer with his whole body. Still, I wasn't doing anything. Just laying there, completely still. He placed one hand on my arm, stroking it softly before moving his hand down to my waist. He quickly slid it under my shirt starting to caress my sides and stomach. I felt goosebumps all over my body as he did that. Unexpectedly I felt his warm breath against my neck making me shiver shortly. It didn't take long till his lips  touched my neck, placing kisses all over it, slightly sucking now and then. I couldn't help but close my eyes in bliss. Like I already said, he knows how to fill my mind with fog. My breaths got heavier while his lips travelled over my neck and shoulder. "You jerk." I croaked out making him stop for a moment. "Why am I a jerk? I think you're enjoying me right now." He whispered back into my ear. "Because you are so not fair." Rapidly I turned around, climbing on top of him while he laid down on his back. I brought our lips together running my fingers through his soft hair. "So you aren't mad anymore?" "You bet I am. You are just too hot with that raspy voice of yours." "Well, that I can totally give back to you." "Jerk." "Gorgeous." "Kiss-ass. Don't! Don't freaking make a pun out of it." "Would you please just finally hug me?" He questioned pouting at me. "Nope." I got off him laying back down again, my back facing him. "Well then." Suddenly I felt a pair of hands on my sides, starting to tickle me. Should have seen that comin'. I turned around while trying to move away from him but he held me tightly. "Stop! Grant stop!" I squealed while giggling. After a while he eventually stopped torturing me, wrapping his arms around me. Grant pulled me closer when I looked up at him. Tired of being stubborn I snuggled into his chest nuzzling his neck. A warm feeling spread inside of my body around my heart. "Hmm." He hummed and I felt his chest vibrate. "You know I love you, right?" "Sometimes I start to question that." I responded chuckling. "I'm just kidding, Tommy. Come here." I pressed a quick kiss on his lips. "I love you too." He smiled dreamily. Only a few minutes later he started snoring quietly. Chuckling to myself I went to sleep too.
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I don't have many Grant Gustin imagines yet so I won't spam like I did on my other "imagine book" thingy about Dylan O'Brien.