Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Distraction

Normal POV:

Recently, Grayson has been quite busy with a lot of videos that were just waiting to be edited by him. This, in turn, has made it extremely difficult for him to spend quality time with you.

He's been spending a lot more time in his room, and when he does get the taste of freedom, it usually only lasts about an hour or so and even then he's too tired to be enthusiastic about anything.

And as his girlfriend, you're of course proud of him for being so determined and hard-working, but when push comes to shove and you start losing time with him, that's when you put your foot down.

Grayson needs a break. He's been editing videos all week, to the point where it has left his usually styled hair unkempt, not to mention his body is flooding with caffeine.

So, you decided that if Grayson wasn't willing to take a break himself, you would simply have to make him take one.

And you knew just how.

You're currently in the room you share with your brunet boyfriend, him sitting at his table with his eyes locked onto the screen and you, watching him intently as he clicked and added more effects and such in the video.

His dark brows are knitted together in unwavering concentration, but you're determined to change that. You scoot yourself closer to him, placing a hand on his thigh. Leaning forward, your lips find their way to his tan, veined neck, gently pressing against his soft skin.

Grayson, unfortunately, pays no attention whatsoever to your little antics. So you shift your hand further up his thigh, slowly beginning to caress the inside of it. Your lips simultaneously leave a trail of kisses starting from his jaw down to his defined collar bone.

"Babe..." A low growl vibrates in his throat. You smirk against his skin, continuing to dab your tongue against a spot above his collar bone. His hand on the mouse freezes when you nibble on the soft area.

You begin sucking on the spot, your hand reaching over to his clothed member, feeling it grow erect under your touch.

Grayson's dazzling hazel eyes flutter close as you successfully leave a prominent mark on his neck, all the while slowly palming him through his black trousers. You move your lips back up his neck, kissing a spot under his jaw.

A deep, low moan escapes the boy's lips, his head tilting to the side to give you more access to please him. You mark his skin, claiming him like he usually does to you. You shift yourself so you're now straddling his lap, your hand holding his jaw while you work on another hickey.

Grayson's large hands grip your hips tightly, soft moans sounding from him every few seconds. Just to tease him further, you slowly start to grind your hips against his, rubbing yourself against his hard-on.

"Ugh. OK, baby girl," Grayson suddenly growls. He swiftly gets onto his feet, lifting you with him as you hook your legs around his waist. "We'll do it your way."

He gently throws you onto his bed, his large frame hovering above you. The corner of your lips curl in a victorious smirk as your boyfriend tugs his shirt off over his head. Grayson leans down, his palms flat beside your head, his lips instantly finding yours. Your lips move against his with a certain urgency, wanting nothing more than to be close to him.

You arch your back against him, your fingers gripping his hair and caressing his scalp. His wet tongue swipes your bottom lip a few times, begging for entrance. You allow him to slide his tongue in, your own dabbing and mingling with his in a burning passion.

His hand slips under your top, making its way up to your breasts. You weren't planning on wearing a bra today since you had no plan on going outside. Grayson finds your left breast, giving it a slight squeeze. You gasp into his mouth as he continues to play with your breast, teasing you.

He breaks his lips away from yours, his dusty hazel eyes burning into your (E/C) ones as he pulls your top off, exposing your bare chest to his hungry eyes. Immediately, his hot mouth attaches itself to your breast, licking around it and sucking softly then harder.

"Augh. Gray, I need..." you moan, trailing off as your hips thrust upward against his, begging him for more. Grayson looks up at you through his chocolate brown strands, licking his lips. "Easy, Kitten. I'm gonna make you feel really good tonight." He sits up, supporting himself on his knees as he tugs his black boxers down his inked thighs.

*****

You wake up wrapped in the strong, familiar arms of your boyfriend. Smiling to yourself, the memories of last night come rushing back to you, making you bite your bottom lip. You feel Grayson stir next to you before a pair of warm lips press against your bare shoulder.

"How are you feeling, baby?" Grayson asks in his husky, deep morning voice. You felt the colour flood to your cheeks. "Sore."

He lets out a deep, sexy chuckle before planting a kiss on your neck. "I'm sorry I haven't been spending much time with you lately," he apologizes. "I've been so caught up with videos and editing. I missed you, Kitten."

"I missed you too, Gray." You turn around to face him, taking note of his messy hair partially falling in his eyes. You lightly kissed his cute nose, making a smile crack on his face followed by a light tinge of pink on his cheeks.

"I love you so much, baby girl," he says, pressing a firm kiss on your forehead. "I love you more, Grayson," you reply, snuggling into his bare chest and placing a kiss right above his heart before hearing it beat against your ear.