Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Sunset Drives (STEAMY)

Warning: **MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.**

(Y/N)'s POV:

I smile when I feel the warmth of Grayson's hand rest on my bare thigh. He smiled his Grayson smile at me, the sunset rays beautifully defining his chiseled features.

For our one year anniversasy, Grayson had decided to go a little old school. Hence, he drove us all the way to the perfect spot right in front of the setting sun. It was probably the most romantic setting ever, with Grayson and I sitting atop his jeep staring at the neon sky.

Everything is just perfect.

I inhale deeply, leaning my head on his broad shoulder. His arm wraps around my waist, planting a kiss into my hair. A light breeze bites into my skin and I cuddle my body closer into his side.

"You cold, babe?" he asks, brushing a stray strand of hair away from my face.

I nod, shrugging my shoulders. I'm dressed pretty casual in a pair of denim shorts and a loose crop top. Grayson moves away from me, shrugging his denim jacket off to hand it to me. My cheeks flush a soft crimson at the sight of him in a muscle tank top.

Hopefully the orange rays of the sun covered that up. I thank him, slipping on his jacket, snuggling my face into it. It had Grayson's scent all over it, making it even harder for me not to blush like crazy.

On top of that, Gray had recently gotten his hair bleached blonde as a consequence for losing to Ethan in one of their latest videos. Personally, I think it's the best consequence that's ever happened. Something about Grayson as a blonde just turns me on. I guess you could say I love the new look.

Grayson's large hand squeezes my thigh, pulling me out of my thoughts. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. "Just thinking about how much I love you."

His lips curve up in a smirk. "Yeah?" He lifts a hand up to tilt my head towards him, locking onto my gaze. He simply stares into my (E/C) eyes, his lips softly brushing against mine. "I love you, (Y/N)," he whispers onto my lips.

My lips mould with his perfectly, fitting together like two puzzle pieces made for each other. His hand cups my cheek, brushing my hair behind my ear before resting at the nape of my neck. His kisses are slow and passionate, taking his sweet time with me.

But I'm hungry for more. My petite hands grasp the back of his neck, my fingers stroking his blonde dyed hair. Taking the lead, I make a daring move and nip on his bottom lip, drawing it out between my teeth. A low growl vibrates in his chest, and my eyes take a peek at his 'grind' tattoo on the inside of his bottom lip.

He senses my impatientness and my desire for more, and pulls away. "Inside the truck, babe," he commands, his voice raspy.

I oblige, soundlessly hopping off the roof of his truck. He follows suit, flinging open the door to the back seat. He gets inside and his hands grab my waist, hoisting me onto his lap. I straddle the boy, and close the door shut. Instantly, I can feel his bulge poking my clothed core.

I connect my lips with his again, this time kissing him rougher, a sense of urgency floating in the air. His tongue slips between my teeth, prodding my own. Our tongues dance together as Grayson begins to grind his hips upwards.

My juices leak a prominent wet spot on my panties, already soaking for him. I break away, my lips travelling South, planting wet kisses down his neck and collar bone. My fingers graze over the thin material covering his chest, and I feel him shiver slightly under my touch.

It wasn't often that I would take control. Grayson was amazing when he was in charge, obviously. But on those rare occasions where I did play the role of dominance, I made sure my man was enjoying every second of it.

I kneel down between his legs, his growing tent right in front of my face. Thank goodness Grayson's truck had enough space in the back for me to kneel in. I very softly, teasingly, stroked my fingers over his bulge making him squirm. I palmed him through his jeans, making his breaths go shallow.

I pop open the button on his jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper. He whimpers, begging me to hurry up before his bulge gets any more painful. I spare the boy, and he lifts his hips up for me to tug his dark jeans down, pulling his boxers along with them.

His cock springs out, lying flat against his stomach. A hiss escapes Grayson's lips at the release. His cock looks delicious—seven inches of pure delight, leaning slightly to the right, with a visible vein going up his shaft. The tip is wet and glossy, the blushing head leaking with pre-cum.

I lick my lips wet, lust pooling in my darkened eyes. I wrap my fingers around his shaft, bringing my lips to wrap around just the tip. Grayson groans, throwing his head back against the seat. My tongue slips out to lick around the tip, gathering the cum that sprouted there.

I take his cock deeper into my wet mouth, my tongue feeling every inch of the flesh, my teeth grazing lightly over the vein on it. I fit him fully into my mouth and feel the head hit the back of my throat, earning me a breathy moan from Grayson.

I start to bob my head, flicking my tongue over his balls between each time. Grayson starts flexing his hips into me, causing his dick to thrust further into my mouth. Good thing I learned to control my gag reflex. It often lead to Grayson being left completely mind-blown at how I was so good at taking him in so deep.

"Ah, fuck, fuck," Grayson curses between pants, his hips still flexing harshly. "You take me so well, baby girl."

I mentally smirk as continue to please him. I take him out of my mouth, my saliva coating his thick length. Tilting my head, my tongue licks a wet strip all the way from the base of his dick to the very tip. I go back to deep throating him, my tongue swirling around his cock when I keep him inside my mouth.

His veined hand grips my hair, the other swung over the back of the seat. His mouth stays agape and his brows furrow as he watches his dick slide in and out of my wet mouth, the saliva dripping onto my chin and his member. "Augh," Grayson groans, his thrusts quickening.

In a matter of seconds, Grayson's nails dig into the seat, a string of profanities tumbling from his lips as I bring him to his release. Thick, hot cum spurts out of his tip, leaking down the back of my throat. The warm feeling arouses me, my panties dripping by this point.

I pull him out of my mouth as he continues to shoot his load out, ribbon after ribbon. So much sticky cum just for me. My eyes eagerly watch as he finally finishes emptying his full load, his lead falling back and his breaths ragged.

I crawl back on top of him, feeling the wet and sticky sensation of his cock against my thigh. I take his jaw in my hand, pulling his face forward for a long kiss. My tongues darts into his mouth, but he doesn't mind it, kissing me back with what energy he has left.

My tongue mingles with his, making sure he gets a taste of himself. I pull away slowly, our lips plump and our hair equally tousled. I smile at him and he gives me a loopy smile, his gorgeous hazel eyes dazed. I run a hand through his hair. "Tired, baby?"

"Mhm." He nods, his head resting back against the seat. I giggle, getting myself off him and sitting next to him. "How 'bout I drive us home, yeah?" I ask.

He sleepily nods, and I giggle, kissing his sweaty temple. I switch seats and get behind the wheel, starting the car. It rumbles to a start. By the time we get to the road, I check in the rear view mirror only to see my baby boy passed out in the back seat, soft snores emitting from his parted lips.