Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Caught (SMUT)

Warning: **MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. SKIP IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.**

(Y/N)'s POV:

I smile at the sweet lady as she embraces her youngest son. When they pull away, she turns to me again, her lips curved up in a wide smile. "It's so lovely to have you here again, (Y/N)," she says.

"I'm glad to be back, Lisa," I reply, as my boyfriend of four years pulls me into his side, his arm set around my waist securely.

"Oh–Ma," Grayson sudden says. "You mind if I steal (Y/N) away for a minute? I wanna show her something."

Lisa nods, saying, "Sure. Just come down for dinner later, okay?"

"Right. Love you, ma," the boy says, kissing his mother's cheek before taking my hand in his larger one. Lisa glides over to the kitchen, and just as she's out of sight, Grayson whirls around to me.

He digs in the deep pocket of his jeans, pulling out a black piece of fabric. "Here," he says, handing it to me. "Put this on."

I stare at the blindfold for a moment. "Why?" I give him a playful questioning look.

"Just do it. I wanna show you something," he declares, giving me his wide doe eyes and a small smile.

I giggle, giving in and taking the cloth from him. I tie it around my eyes and soon, I lose all vision of my surroundings to complete darkness. "Okay. Now what?" I question.

Instead of hearing an answer, I feel my feet being lifted off the ground, followed by my own squeal of surprise. He shifts an arm under my knees and the other supporting my back. He begins walking forward, and what I guess is up the stairs.

A moment later, I hear a door being flung open, and then my feet are met with the concrete ground once again. "Okay, you can look now," I hear his deep voice say as he stands behind me.

My fingers figit with the blindfold until the brightness of the world flood to my eyes. I blink in the new surroundings until my vision fully returns. My eyes glance over the room, examining each and every aspect of it. "Was this...your room?"

"Yeah," comes Grayson's reply. I turn on my feet to lock eyes with him, a gentle smile masking my face. My eyes catch his hand flicking the door close, and he stalks over to me, his piercing gaze gluing me to my spot.

Grayson looms over me, bringing his thumb and index fingers to cup my chin. His head edges closer. "You have no idea how happy it makes me seeing the woman I love standing here," he says softly. "This is home. And you are my home."

Closing the gap between us, his lips find mine. He kisses me slowly, passionately, and his hand moves to the base of my neck. He inclines my head closer to his, tilting his head to the side slightly. My hands feel up his hard, clothed chest, resting behind his neck. My fingers tug at the soft hair on the nape of his neck, as his hands trail down my figure, tracing my curves and resting on my hips.

He nudges me backwards and I take the hint, walking back until my legs come in contact with the bed. He gives my hips a gentle squeeze while his teeth nip at my bottom lip. His tongue swipes against it, begging for entrace. I part my lips for him and he slips his tongue between my teeth, pressing it against the roof of my mouth. I moan into his mouth, triggering him to kiss me rougher.

He breaks away, quickly guiding me onto the bed until my back is flat against the mattress. The brunet crawls over me with plump, wet lips and tousled hair. I watch hungrily as his fingers reach for the hem of his T-shirt, tugging it off in one motion. His beautifully chiseled abs are in full display for me, and the veins trailing down his bulging arms makes my stomach flip.