Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Camping

Warning: swearing

(Y/N)'s POV:

"But you just said two hours, why am I waiting an hour?" Ethan questions his brother.

"'Cause you'll probably get hungry half way through," Grayson says, making Ethan chuckle, as I let out a giggle. Grayson takes notice of this, and throws me a quick wink, making my cheeks heat up.

So recently, Grayson and Ethan came up with a different idea for their video. One that Gray was hyped for, but Ethan not so much. The boys decided to do yet another survival video, except this time, they were going to camp out in the desert.

I, for one, agreed with Grayson, and thought that this was going to be a fun video. I mean, it's just camping outside with no technology. How bad could it be?

Right now, the twins are explaining the set of rules that they came up with to the camera. "Oh, and the last rule is a special one, only applicable to Grayson and (Y/N)," Ethan suddenly said, after his brother was done listing the previous rule.

"No fucking while we're out in the wild," E declares, making Grayson let out an embarassed laugh, as I nearly choke on my own spit. Ethan has a victorious smirk etched on his face at the sight of his brother flustered.

"Uh...I think we'll be alright!" Grayson exclaims, trying to hide the creeping blush on his face from Ethan's last comment. Soon after that, the boys head to the kitchen to prepare the food they'll be needing on their trip.

Meanwhile, I head to the room I share with my boyfriend to grab my water bottle, and an extra scrunchie. Essentials. A pair of large hands on my waist startle me, but I quickly relax, knowing exactly who it is.

"Hey, there, baby," Grayson says from behind, kissing the side of my neck. I giggle at the feeling of his stubble against my skin, making him smile. "Hello, handsome," I greet him, turing myself around to face my boyfriend.

"You excited for this trip?" he asks, his arms firmly set around my waist.

"Yup. And I think you are, too," I reply, my fingers playing with the silver chain around his neck.

"Hell yeah, I am," he agrees. "And I can't wait to spend time with you." He buries his face in the crook of my neck, as I run a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

"Gray, you heard Ethan," I remind him, resting my other hand flat against his toned chest.

"Yeah, I heard him. Doesn't mean I'm gonna listen." I gasp softly when I feel him nip at my soft spot above my collar bone. "Grayson Bailey Dolan, control yourself," I say, trying not to let a moan slip out.

"Mm... Alright," he says, moving away, making me let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. "Ethan's waiting for us by the car. You all set?"

I nod. "Just let me get changed quickly. I'll meet you guys outside in a bit."

Then, Grayson exits the room, as I head to the bathroom to change into something a little more appropriate for the situation we're going to be in.

After I'm done getting ready, I take a minute to look at myself in the mirror. I've got a simple tank top on, paired with a pair of short shorts, and threw on some chunky sneakers. My (H/C) hair is tied up in a high ponytail, and I look ready to go.

I make my way to where the boys are, and sure enough, they're both standing near the jeep, putting in the supplies packed for the trip. As I approach them, Grayson's eyes find me, immediately widening and taking in my figure.

I hear him curse under his breath, before he's by my side, gripping onto my hips. "W-What are you wearing?" he demands, his voice husky in my ear.

"Something fitting for the desert?" I say, thinking it's the most obvious thing in the world.