puck you

volume nine

You were about to protest, tell him that you seriously couldn't take any more, but then his long digits were making you squirt for the very last time, and you could've sworn you blacked out.

After heading over to the showers, where Grayson cleaned up your entire body like you were the softest, most fragile thing out there, you were both back at the benches with blushing cheeks. He lent you his Nike shirt, and you went commando under your shorts as he went for his own and luckily had another spare black shirt in his locker.

"Um..." Grayson trailed off, scratching his head through the red beanie he was now wearing. "That was..."

"Yeah..."

"Yeah." He looked at you for a long moment, placing his hands on his hips, licking his lips. "Pretty sure that was illegal–"

"Grayson, it was literally a porno," you said with a shy giggle, going to cover your mouth.

He couldn't help but smile at that, his high cheekbones rising. Now you decided to go all shy. "Can you walk?" he asked next, remembering that you specifically told him you were fine, before proceeding to limp back towards the lockers, where he picked you up bridal-style without a single word.

It was then that you got a good look at him, and your heart felt something different. You didn't like it.

"No, you fucktard, I can't."

He lifted a hand up in defense. "Just asking."

"To fill that big ego of yours?"

"Well, knowing that you passed out back there definitely makes up for it."

"You are never going to let me live that one down."

You stared him down then, and went to fish your phone out of the back pocket of your shorts. Surprisingly, it was still in one piece. "Here." Grayson's brows arose as you handed him your phone, going in to kiss his cheek and then leaning against his tall, warm body.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"Take a picture, Big Foot."

Grayson slowly placed his arm down and grinned once more, which you hated hated hated. Then, he simply looked at you, and you were so small and adorable despite what had just happened. "Okay, sweetheart. Just for you."

He brought the phone back up and took some pictures, then kissed the top of your head and took a few more.

"You want my nudes, too?"

You made a mocking face at him, and went under a familiar contact that you never bothered to delete. It was like something was telling you not to delete it, and this was the reason why.

You picked a picture of you and Grayson post-sex, with serious faces and his arm around your waist. Then, you sent your ex the message.

Y/N: He won the game AND fucked me.