River by Olivia Rodrigo

It's coming on Christmas, they're cutting down trees, they're putting up reindeer and singing songs of joy and peace.

Grayson walks me through our front door, leaving me to lock the door as he rounds my kitchen counter and heads for the freezer.

All my roommates are likely out at some frat party, upon reading my texts I can confirm they'll be out until late.

"Do you guys not keep ice?" Grayson calls over to me, searching every part of the freezer for something that would make an adequate icepack.

"Looks like you get a bag of frozen curly fries." Grayson smiles as he walks towards to the couch. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up to his elbows, showing off muscled forearms.

He comes towards me and presses it against my back. "You never told me I looked hot in my fishnets." I frown jokingly, squealing when the cold iced bag comes in contact with my bare back.

"That's cause you got a boo-boo." He teases with a mock frown. "But you do. So hot." He assures me with a cheeky smirk. I place my hands on his cheeks and press a bright red lipsticked kiss on his lips. 

He grins and reconnects our lips, longer this time, deepening the kiss to a passionate and steamy one. With only one hand he removes his belt and I smirk against his lips.

Then he separates our bodies and I frown. He takes his belt and wraps it around my stomach, securing the ice in place at my back so he doesn't need to hold it in place.

"Is that all you took your belt off for?" I groan impatiently. "Well I don't wanna throw your back again, Grandpa." He teases, I swat his shoulder making him laugh.

"C'mere." He murmurs, pulling me into his body and just holding me. 

"God I missed you." He whispers, his head on top of mine as we hug tight.

"I love you." He plants a kiss on my shoulder, I giggle as his kisses rise from my shoulder to my collarbone to my neck, where he takes pleasure in making me gently sigh.

He lifts me up all of a sudden, sitting back onto the couch and taking me with him, allowing me to straddle his hips. Our noses are so close they're almost touching, my whole body pressed against his.

His fingers trace little stars on my thighs where his hands rest.

"Hi." I blush at how close we finally are. "Hey." He replies with a genuine grin.

His face is smeared with my lipstick, his hair is messed up from my fingers running through it, and Jesus he might just look hotter than I've ever seen him.

"You're so gorgeous. Like greek god kind of gorgeous." I whisper.

"Our babies are gonna be so adorable." He chuckles.

Our babies.

Our motherfucking babies.

Damn right our babies.

I reconnect our lips and let him lay me down on the couch, leaning above me as he makes out with my neck. I wince in pain at the pressure on my back.

"Sorry." He starts to sit up. I grab him by the shirt and pull him back. "I don't want to hurt you P." Grayson tells me softly, stroking my cheek.

That's when I flip us, pining him onto the couch with me laying atop him smirking. I pull the ice off my back along with his belt.

"That was so hot." He growls, hands on my waist.

"You think that was hot? Just wait." I say, taking the buttons of his shirt and undoing each and every one in record speed. He does a half sit up, his abs tensing as he takes the shirt off and throws it to the ground.

He reaches up to my black bralette top, giving me a quick reassuring look to make sure I'm fine with it before his fingers take the zip at the back.

The bra falls off my body and onto his muscled chest. I see his eyes taking a moment to dissect every part of my body. His hand gently tracing over my breasts now.

My nipples immediately go brick hard on contact with his fingers, the way they always do. Grayson starts to massage one of my breasts, pausing and smirking when he feels how fast my heart is pounding.

He leans up, sitting in a half sit up as he kisses my breasts, not even faltering at being paused halfway between sitting up and laying down like any other person would. He just makes his mission to make out with my breasts like he owns them, because let's face it, he does own them.

He lays back down and immediately I get to my feet, taking my underwear off and allowing him the chance to do so too. Revealing his bulging dick. I watch as he reaches to his wallet and pulls a condom out, rolling it on.

"Fucking hell I've missed this." I sigh as I mount his lap again.

He lines himself up from under me and nods for me to take the lead. I slowly grind on his dick, letting him slide in. I let out a scream when I feel his full size inside of me. 

His hands situated firmly on my hips tighten as he lets out a gentle sigh. My hands are planted on his chest.

I start to speed up, grinding my hips up and down. 

I'm never on top, so this all feels kinda different. I mean there was one time when I decided to go on top to spice things up, but Grayson is always on top and that's the way we both like it. But with my back, he's letting me go on top and it's blissful. I get to do all the work and he just lays there looking pretty like I normally do. It feels strange regardless though because we haven't fucked in months and it was only a weekend worth of fucks. Before that it was last Christmas Eve. Which is sort of ironic.

I look down at Grayson, admiring how the Christmas tree lights paint him a dim orangey color. His new haircut looks messy already, just how I like it.

"P?" He lets out a whimper mixed with a moan, "Yeah?" I cry out. "I'm so.. in love with you- right now." He growls between moans and gasps. "You- fuck! Tell you later!" I scream out as my climax builds. 

Beneath my hands I feel his chest rise and fall hysterically, laughing at me.

I go faster and faster until finally I release myself with a huge scream. Grayson keeps moving my hips with his hands, which I'm glad for because I'm too exhausted to move any more. I hear Grayson moan as he releases into the condom and leaves the couch to dispose of it, leaving me naked and panting. He puts his underwear back on and I do too.

He gets back and lays down beside me, arms instinctively wrapping around me and mine stroke his cheeks and brush his hair off his face.

"It's 11pm." He sings in my ears, "And?" I whisper back. "Flight is at 1am.. we should probably get ready?" He suggests.

"5 more minutes." I whimper into his shoulder blades.

I pull back and look into his thoughtful eyes. "What you thinking about?" I frown, stroking the pad of my thumb carefully down his sharp cheekbone. 

"I'm thinking about whether there'll mashed potato tomorrow." He admits with dead seriousness. The reason I know he isn't lying is the way his stomach just grumbled after he mentioned mashed potatoes.

I laugh gently at him, placing a kiss on his shoulder blade. "That's great and all but it doesn't answer my question." He jokes.

"I'm sure there will be. And if not I'll buy you some." I smirk, patting his cheek playfully.

(a/n. Idc it's not Christmas this is my fav kind of chapter to write.. maybe not the next chapter though..)