Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Friends...?

(Y/N)'s POV:

I wake up feeling hot and heavy. Literally. Blinking my eyes open, I realize this isn't my room. Nor my bed. My eyes widen just as I feel a pull on my waist from behind. Looking down, I find my body enclosed in the strong arms of someone, our legs tangled under the sheets.

The memories from last night come rushing back to me, and I feel the heat creeping up my neck.

~Flashback to Last Night~

"Oh, my gosh. Finally, we're done!" I exclaim, rubbing my temple.

"Thank fuck. I don't know how much more science I could've handled," my best friend grumbles from beside me.

I laugh tiredly, silently agreeing with him. Grayson gives me a sleepy lop-sided smile. Grayson and I have been the best of friends since I could remember. We met in elemantary school where I remember being fascinated by the fact that there were two of him.

Of course, later I realized he had a twin, and that was when Ethan, Grayson and I became inseperable. Recently, we had gotten paired up for a group project in science class. I got paired with Grayson, and Ethan with another boy from class.

So now, here we are. Desperately trying to finish this project so we can have the weekend off and then present it on Monday.

Grayson glances over at the clock, a wide yawn escaping his mouth. I smiled to myself, finding him adorable. Okay, yes. So I might have developed feelings for him half-way through high school, but how could I not? He's literally perfect.

My eyes snap away when the brunet looks over at me. "It's really late, (Y/N). You can stay over tonight, if you want?"

My cheeks flush, but I try my best to mask it. "Are you sure your mom won't mind?" I ask.

"You kidding? My mom loves you," he replies. "Here. I'll even give you my T-shirt to sleep in. Does that sound okay?"

I hesitate, as if debating his offer. He knows I love wearing his T-shirts and hoodies, on account of them being super big on me and completely engulfing me. "Okay, fine. I give in," I say, throwing my hands up dramatically.

He chuckles deeply. That goddamn chuckle. Grayson proceeds to hand me one of his T-shirts as promised, and then comes the question of who's gonna sleep where.

"I can take the floor. It's alright," he declares.

"Are you stupid? I don't mind sharing a bed with you," I say. To my surprise, his cheeks turn a deep red and he looks away. I try not to giggle at his flustered state.

"O-Okay. If you're okay with it, then I'm okay with it."

~End of Flashback~

And that's how we ended up in this perdicament. I begin to wriggle, trying to free myself out of his firm grasp. His arms only tighten around me further, and I stiffen when he nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck.

"Mfg... Five more minutes, baby," he mumbles.

I feel myself burn crimson at the nickname and his husky morning voice. It was so much deeper and raspier than normal. "Grayson," I whisper, unable to turn myself due to the weight of his arms holding me in place.

A minute later, I hear him say, "Good morning, (Y/N)."

His breath fans my neck, sending shivers down my spine. Our bodies are pressed up against each other, and I can feel his tight muscles through the thin material of his T-shirt. His toned chest, his stiff abdomen, his—

"G-Gray! I can feel your..." I trail off, wanting nothing more than to disappear into thin air.

He laughs throatily. "Hey, relax. It's okay," he says.

"No, it's not okay!" I protest, still unable to face him. "It's highly inappropriate."

"It's only natural," he says in defence. "It happens every morning."

I begin wriggling in his grasp, and hear him intake a sharp breath. "D-Don't do that," he warns.

I ignore him, hauling myself up on my elbows. I start to sit up, but he wraps a hand around my wrist. "Wait, (Y/N)—"

Everything happens in a blur, and the next moment, I find myself hovering above my best friend. My breath catches in my throat as I look deep into his mesmerizing hazels. Only then do I realize how close we are. How close every...part of us is.

My lips part slightly, observing the way his plump lips part, too. I involuntarily lick my lips, and in a sudden motion, Grayson leans up and connects his lips with mine. I freeze up for a second before I kiss him back, our lips moving together slowly, passionately.

He rests his head back down on the pillow, and pulls me in closer by the back of my head. I shift myself so I'm straddling the boy, my hands cupping his cheeks and caressing his sharp cheek bones. Grayson's hand presses flat against my back, nudging me into his body further.

His other hand cups my cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I tilt my head to the side as the kiss begins to turn more rough, raw. He nips on my bottom lip, demanding entrance. I oblige, allowing his tongue to explore its new territory. His tongue prods and dances with mine, and kisses me hard.

It presses against the roof of my mouth, and he groans. I moan into his mouth when I feel his hard bulge poking the inside of my thigh. Grayson slips his hands lower down my back as we make-out, slowly making his way to my ass, when—

"Yo, Gray! (Y/N)! Mom says breakfast is ready, buttclowns," Ethan yells through the door, rapping on it.

We break away abruptly, our breaths heavy, and our lips plump and wet. "Be out in a sec, E!" Grayson yells back from underneath me.

As we hear Ethan's retreating footsteps, I glance back over at Grayson's dishevelled state. He props himself up on his elbows, nearing the gap between us. "So..." I awkwardly trail off, avoiding his gaze.

"(Y/N), look at me," he says softly, making my eyes obey his command. "I don't want to make it awkward between us. Because I don't regret that."

My eyes widen but I stay silent, waiting for him to continue. "Of course, I hope you don't, either. I guess this is the best time to tell you... I don't want to be friends."

He pauses, and I feel myself prepare a response. But he speaks before I can. "I want us to be more than just friends. I want you to be my girlfriend, (Y/N)," he says. He gulps nervously. "I-If you'll have me, that is."

I giggle, causing him to grin. I raise my hand to brush his unkempt hair out of his eyes. Leaning down, I place a sweet kiss on his lips. Once I pull away, I say, "Of course, you dork."

He grins brightly, making me laugh. The both of us erupt in laughter, and he rests his head back down. I lay my head on his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat. "Are we...gonna tell E about this?" I question.

The boy chuckles. "I'm sure he's already planned us a damn wedding."