Your phone buzzes on your desk. You quickly look at the teachers desk to see his gaze still plastered to his computer screen. You roll your eyes at the numerous messages on your screen, shoving your phone back into your pencil bag.
You rummage around your locker, looking for your earbuds; needing them for your next class. Giving up, you slam your locker in distress and hopelessness.
You gasp, clutching your chest at Grayson mysteriously appearing at your locker. He was crossing his arms at you, his eyebrows furrowed downwards. His shoulder leaned into the next persons locker. His black under armor clinged to his biceps and his torso as he just got out of gym class. Conveniently, the same time you went to your locker.
"What do you want Grayson? I have to get to class" you sassed, crossing your arms like him and trying to desperately seem like the more dominant person in the situation, but the tone of his voice and the broadness of his frame made you sink every time. He had you whipped and like putty in his hands.
"Oh yeah?" He frustratingly nodded his head, biting the inside of his cheek in the process, "and I have a bone to pick with you"
"hmm, okay" you lean your back against the locker, staring at the wall in front of you; waiting to hear what you "did" and giving him only half your attention.
"Why aren't you answering my texts?" He taunted, shifting his body in front of you. He knew you weren't listening and it severely pissed him off.
"Look Grayson, I don't have time for this. I have to get to chem" you argue, slightly nudging his shoulder as you walk past him. He didn't even move.
You feel a warm, yet strong and inviting grasp on your waist, spinning you around and pinning you to the locker with your two hands above your head; Your back hitting the metal lockers with a crash, but not enough to hurt you. He'd never put you in danger, but enough to get a reaction out of you.
"But I have time" he muttered, his low tone screaming raw and sexiness; his lips slightly grazing over the sensitive bundle on your neck, making you ache for him to attach his lips to it already. "But if you don't have time, I guess we'll just have to schedule another time then" you see him smirk out of your peripheral vision. His husky voice taunted your ears; making your body loose control and tremble on every word that rolled of his tongue. His tongue that you where practically on your knees for .
"Just think about it y/n. Wouldn't you love for me to just satisfy you right here? But you don't have time for me". He huskily whispers in your ear, his voluptuous pair of lips meeting your earlobe, biting down ever so slightly, but not enough. "Bad girl" he slightly hummed, his lips delicately touching your neck, but not giving you the full satisfaction not even half. He wasn't going to let you win.
You try anxiously freeing your arms, ready to grab him and let him dominate you, but he pins them down harder above your head, intertwining them with yours; showing the sometimes passionate side of him that first drew you to him. The passionate side he'd show your parents when they where in sight and the mannerly man you fell in love with and remained doing so.
His large hands slid under your v-necked shirt, antagonizing slowly rubbing his hands along the sides of your body. His hands meet the waistband of your thong, teasing your lower half with his fingertips, "hmm. You wear these just for me?" He groans, growing hornier by the minute at how you where always ready for him. Just for him.
He slid his hand inside, rubbing the thin lace material gruelingly slow; making your nerves coat with numbness as your breath heaves uncontrollably. "grayson. Please. J-just touch me" your voice tears through your now strained vocal chords, loosing control of every muscle in your body and begging.
He huffs, removing his hand, making you whine. "Read my text next time baby, hm?" He ordered lowly in your ear.
and like that, he was gone.
