Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Secret Boyfriend

Warning: swearing

(Y/N)'s POV:

I lean back in my chair, sitting my legs up on my study table. I have just finished the last bit of writing I needed to do for the day, and I'm home alone and have nothing to do. I chew on the inside of my cheek, thoughts brewing inside my mind for an idea.

A light bulb goes off above my head, and I sit up straight, rolling my chair away from the table. I grab my phone off the desk, and quickly scroll through my contacts. My boyfriend's name glistens up from the screen, and I go to press it.

The phone rings for a few seconds before a voice responds, "Grayson here."

"Hey, baby," I chirp, playing with the hem of my shirt.

I can practically see him smile through the phone. "Hello, gorgeous. How are you?"

"Bored." I sigh. "Come over, please? My parents are out, and I miss you, Gray."

"Say less," he replies from the other end. "I'll be over in ten."

I grin, mentally punching the air in excitement. "OK. I'll see you. Love you."

"Love you more." And with that, he cuts the call. I bite my lower lip, looking down at what I have on and wondering wether I should change. A hoodie and shorts... Nah, I look alright.

I sit on my bed, waiting to hear the bell go off and sprint to the door. It feels like the longest ten minutes of my life as I scroll through my feed, liking pictures of aesthetically pleasing books.

Finally, after what feels like hours, the sharp sound of the bell calls for my attention. I immediately jump out of bed, racing to the front door. I swing it open to find my boyfriend standing in his plain black Tee and winter jacket, paired with some ripped jeans, looking as adorable as ever.

His nose is dusted pink from the cold, making him appear even cuter as he wrinkles it up. An absolute Angel, he is.

I gesture for him to come inside, and lock the door, leading him up to my room. He examines my room, decorated in warm colours, posters with quotes and famous sayings, and the little splashes of colour here and there.

"Nice place, baby," he compliments, nodding in approval.

"Thanks," I reply, stepping past him and plopping myself on my lavender bed.

Grayson stalks closer, slowly slipping his jacket off. I lick my lips as my eyes shamelessly stare at his biceps, now appearing to bulge out of the thin fabric of his T-shirt. The shirt is tight around his muscled torso in all the right places, generously showing off his defined athletic build.

"Distracted, (Y/N)?" Grayson drawls as he stands right before me, towering over me, making my heart flutter.

"Not at all. I know exactly what I'm thinking of," I say, looking him up and down, and matching his smirking expression.

He chuckles. "Such a naughty girl." He leans down, supporting his hands on either side of me, caging me between his veined arms. "Will I have to find out what that dirty little head of yours is thinking?"

"That does sound fun, doesn't it?" I tease, chewing on my lip.

His lips crash against mine, releasing my bottom lip from between my teeth so he can nibble on it instead. He tilts his head at an angle, kissing me roughly. I let him push me backwards, feeling my back hit the mattress as Grayson crawls over me.

He kisses me again, this time sending his tongue to plead for entrance. When I refuse, his hands grip my ass, making me instinctively gasp into his mouth. He chuckles breathily into the kiss, his tongue sliding past my teeth, and pressing up against the roof of my mouth.

He abruptly pulls away, and I almost whimper for more. Grayson's fingers find the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one swift motion. My head starts to swirl when he dives back in for another kiss. I tangle my fingers in his fluffy hair, tugging on it and hear him groan into my mouth.

His lips start to move down my jaw, placing wet kisses all the way to the base of my neck. He nibbles gently right above my collar bone, and I gasp, my hands trailing further down his hard chest. He sucks harshly on the spot, moving back only after a deep red mark is prominent against my skin.

He shifts his attention lower, his hands wasting no time in throwing my hoodie off to expose my bra-covered breasts. His hazel eyes darken as he hungrily gazes down at me, lighting sparks through my body. He kisses down my navel, moving further South to the band of my shorts.

My eyes dare to flick between us to see a strain in his jeans, his large member poking through. His fingers hook around my shorts, pulling them down my legs, teasingly slow. When his firey gaze fixes on my beige panties, he quickly supports himself on his knees, fidgeting with his zipper.

I hear the sharp hissing sound of the zipper being pulled down, hearing the thud of his jeans on the floor seconds after. His bulge is clear against his Calvins, begging for a release. Grayson delicately pushes my thighs apart, making way for his mouth.

His lips connect with the inside of my thigh, kitten licking against my bare skin, tracing innocent kisses up to where I need him the most. I buck my hips impatiently, but the brunet simply chuckles, holding me in place and continuing to torture me.

I finally feel him plant a kiss over my aching, clothed core, sending a bolt of electricity shooting up my spine. He hooks his fingers against the string of my panties, beginning to take the material off me, when suddenly—

We hear a car pull up in the drive way, and the both of us freeze. We share a look of horror and shock, before Grayson whispers, "Shit."

In a flash, he stumbles off the bed, still standing in just his boxers, the outline of his member still clearly visible through them. He reaches for his jeans just as I grab my hoodie, pulling it over my body. I hurriedly slip my shorts back on, then turn to my boyfriend.

His dark hair is shooting in every direction, his lips are plump and wet, and he's only half-dressed as he struggles to button his jeans. "You need to hide!" I whisper-yell.

He shoots me a look of distress and discomfort. "I have a fucking boner!" he whispers back.

"Grayson, you need to hide before my parents get inside!" I stride over to him, panic washing over my being.

I hand him his T-shirt from the ground, and he clutches it close to him. "(Y/N), I have a boner! I need t—"

I capture his lips with mine, silencing him. "Later, Gray. Now hide," I say after we break away. "If my parents catch you, we're both dead."

His Adam's apple bobs in his throat nervously, but he nods. He flits over to my closet, that thankfully has just enough space for one person, and hastily steps in, closing the door to it shut.

Meanwhile, I dart downstairs to greet my parents after fixing my hair and attire a bit. The hardest part is probably acting like I wasn't just two seconds away from being drilled into bed by my amazing boyfriend.

Once I finally manage to escape back to the safety of my room, I peek into the closet to find Grayson huddled in the corner, trying to blend in with the rest of my clothes. "Come on," I say, helping him out. "You'll have to get out through the window. And quick."

"Not as peaceful as getting in here was, but OK," he says, glacing at my bedroom window. Lucky for us, my window isn't too far off the ground, and Grayson has experience climbing through it before.

He tilts my chin up with his thumb and index finger, landing a chaste kiss on my lips. I open the window, anxiously looking over my shoulder at the door. He sits on the ledge, giving me one last 'I love you' before leaping off.

He lands, like he always does, on all fours, almost crouching below. Sparing a glance back up at me, he blows me a flying kiss before taking off into the streets as I wave him off.

The very night, I recieve a text from Grayson as I'm going over the bizarre scenario in my head.

It reads: "That was exciting. Wanna try it again? ;)"