Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

My Fiancé

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Wait, I never agreed to this!" I protest as I get shoved onto a chair, my hands bound behind me.

"You didn't have to, hun," my best friend says.

I huff in frustration. "Can you at least take the blindfold off?"

"No can do, girl. It's all part of the fun," Brielle says. "Now just sit back and relax. He should be here any minute."

"Bri, I'm serious. I told you I didn't want a—"

"Hush, child. It's a special day today," Bri cuts me off. "You gotta enjoy it to the fullest."

But I didn't want a stripper in the first place! I wanted to screech at her.

A few weeks ago, my loving boyfriend proposed to me, and obviously I said yes. Grayson and I had agreed to let our closest friends plan our seperate parties.

Unfortunately for me, my party planner didn't agree with my idea of not having any male strippers present.

Not that I'm surprised. That's what I get for putting my best friend incharge of my bachelorette party. I hope Grayson is having a better time with Ethan's plans.

The door creaks open, and my palms suddenly begin to sweat. What will I tell Grayson? He will not be too thrilled with this, that's certain.

"Have fun, (Y/N)!" my best friend says, closing the door right after. I gulp knowing they've left me all alone with this man. I'm gonna strangle that bitch when I get my hands on her.

"H-Hey, so this is kinda awkward but you don't have to do anything," I say. "I mean you can just leave now. I didn't want this, anyway. I—"

A finger presses against my lips, stopping me mid-sentence. The man slips a hand onto my shoulder, tugging down my collar to reveal my shoulder. A feel a weight in front of me, and I stiffen.

My breath hitches when he thrusts his hips againt mine. His hand trails lower down my front, passing my navel and slithering to my back. My eyebrows crease when he unties the cloth binding my wrists together.

He envelops my hand in his large one, guiding it between us. My plam comes in contact with a bare chest, his hand holding it in place. I gulp, feeling a soft pair of lips press against my collar bone. He kisses a path up my neck, nibbling on my sweet spot below my jaw.

I tug my bottom lip between my teeth, biting back the urge to moan. How did he know? The very next minute, the same pair of lips collide with mine. A hand encloses around my throat. A gasp escapes my lips when he traces my fingers over his large, clothed member.

Shit. He's...Grayson.

"Gray," I let myself moan into his mouth. He growls lowly, kissing me harder. His tongue demands entrance and slips past my lips, mingling with my own. He grinds his hips against me, his length gradually growing harder.

I gasp, the hand around my throat tightening just a bit. His hips grind against me while his teeth nip on my bottom lip. My other hand lifts into his hair, tugging on the silky strands.

Just when I feel a pool of excitement in my panties, he breaks away. I almost whimper, already missing the feeling of his lips on me. Then, a husky voice says, "How did you guess?"

I smirk. "I'd know those lips anywhere," I reply.

"And this dick," he adds.

"Grayson!" I exclaim, my cheeks flushed a deep crimson. He roars in laughter.

His hand slithers behind my head, pulling the blindfold off. I blink in my surroundings, my eyes taking in the tousled sight of my fiancé. I let my eyes shamelessly wander nether, noting the visible tent in his playboy shorts.

My eyes widen and Grayson chuckles, taking note of this. His hand tilts my head up to meet his darkened eyes. "Now how about I take care of you properly?"