Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Unexpected

(Y/N)'s POV:

I wake up to the feeling of warmth emitting from a large body next to me. A pair of strong, veined arms are enclosed around my torso, pressing my bare back flush against a toned chest. The corners of my lips upturn in a smile at the sound of soft snores in the shell of my ear.

Memories of last night's events come flooding back to me and I feel the heat creep up my neck, planting itself on my face. Last night was...unbelievably amazing.

I finally gave myself to my boyfriend of almost two years, and I don't regret a single minute of it. I met him at a coffee shop, where I asked him for a pen. He introduced himself as Grayson, and we immediately hit it off.

He's the most wonderful, gorgeous, kind-hearted man I've ever met, and I couldn't possibly get luckier.

I sense him shift behind me, placing a delicate kiss on my shoulder. "Good morning, beautiful," he says, his voice raspy and deeper than usual.

I blush deeper. "Morning, handsome." His arm tightens around me, and his legs tangle with mine under the covers.

I feel something hard poke at my lower back, and when I realize it might not be his hand, I bite down on my lower lip, my cheeks reddening even more.

"Last night was amazing," Grayson breathes. I giggle. "It really was."

Grayson notices my hesitation and asks, "What's wrong? Are you regretting it?" His voice is laced with worry and anxiousness.

"No, no," I assure him. "I would never regret that... I just don't think I'll be able to walk straight today." I turn a deep shade of crimson as he lets out a roar of laughter.

"Baby, as much I'd love to stay in bed and take care of you"— his hand innocently trails down my stomach, making it flutter in a fury of butterflies. —"we need to go to my ma's place today, remember?"

I nod. Indeed, we did plan to visit Mrs Dolan today. But Grayson... He had other plans last night and didn't really think nor care bout the consequences of his actions. But to be fair, neither did I.

"I blame you, Dolan." I huff, my lips pulling into a pout. A deep, throaty chuckle rumbles from his chest, and he leans in so I can feel his breath tickling the shell of my ear.

"I think you'll find that I have many ways to make up for it, baby girl," he says, his hand now tracing the outside of my thigh.

"G-Grayson!" I exclaim, burying my face in the blanket. He guffaws, tucking my hair behind my ear to kiss right under it. "You're adorable, you know that?"

"Yes, I do," I say boldly, peeking out above the white blanket. I shift around in his arms until I'm face-to-face with the gorgeous man, himself. Even first thing in the morning, he looks like an Angel sent from above.

And he's all mine.

I note the way his long, fluffy hair parts in the middle of his forehead, swishing off to either side. "What?" he asks, grinning.

"Just thinking about how much I love you," I reply honestly, and he flushes. I laugh, brushing his chocolate brown hair out of his eyes.

"I love you," he says, taking my fist in his hand and pressing his lips to it in a sweet kiss.

~Time Skip~

"I'm so glad you and Grayson could come over today," Lisa says, leading us over to our room.

"You know we love coming here, Lisa. Wouldn't miss it," I reply, following behind her with my bag dragging behind me.

I swallow hard, feeling a strange sensation build up inside me. Lisa turns to me, examining my face. "Are you OK, (Y/N)? You look pale, dear," she notes.