Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Photoshoot

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Alright, now for the next pose," the photographer says after showing us the previous pictures taken.

Recently, Grayson had asked if I wanted to have a professional photoshoot like his brother and Kristina did, and of course, I agreed. I thought Ethan and Kristina's pictures came out absolutely adorable, and I couldn't turn down the opportunity to do the same with my lovely boyfriend.

So now, here we are in Grayson's bedroom, about to take the third pic for today. Grayson lays on his pure white bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. He rests an arm behind his head, supporting himself with it.

I straighten out my tank top and adjust my shorts. I sit myself on his hips, my legs laying on either side of him as I straddle the brunet. I lean down, hovering over him, and rest my forehead against his.

His arm snakes around my waist, bringing me closer. I bite my bottom lip, smiling at the boy beneath me. He exposes his pearly teeth in a wide grin. "Okay, ready, guys?" the man behind the camera asks.

Grayson gives him a thumbs up while I continue to shamelessly admire my man, my eyes lingering on his lips. We freeze in the very position, still grinning at each other. A few minutes later, we hear the photographer confirm the pictures have successfully been taken.

I rest my chin atop Grayson's bare chest, my fingers playing with his thin, silver chain. My eyes trail over his gorgeous, chiselled face, letting his defined features sink in. I catch an eyelash fall against his cheek, and my hand goes to reach for it instinctively.

I gently pick it off him, placing it on my finger in his view. "Make a wish," I say, to which Grayson chuckles. He thinks for a moment before huffing the eyelash off my finger. "What'd you wish for?"

His hand lifts up to cup my cheek, delicately caressing my cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. "That I could always see you smile," he replies. I grin brightly, giggling. Hovering over him, I lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his lips.

A few minutes later, we pull away slowly to prep for the next picture. As I get off him, I notice him crouching over when he sits up in bed. Thinking nothing of it, I hop onto my feet, wanting to see the pictures taken.

While I'm taking a peek through the camera, I hear Ethan suddenly exclaim, "You got a boner!"

The fuc...

I look up to see Grayson standing with his shoulders slightly hunched, and his hands masking his crotch. Ethan stands next to him, his head thrown back in laughter at the sight of his flustered and apparently turned on brother.

"N-No, I don't! Shut up, E," Grayson protests.

"Grayson has a boner!" Ethan says between laughs. My feet lead me to my poor, humiliated boyfriend, and it takes everything in my will not to laugh along with Ethan.

I set a hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright, babe?" I ask, knowing very well he wasn't.

"Mhm," he hums. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows hard. "C-Can we take a break from this shoot?"

My brows raise. "Mm..."

His light hazel eyes lock onto mine, staring deeply into them. "Please," he begs under his breath. I watch the way his brows crease in desperation, and my heart aches for him.

I let out a breathy chuckle. "Fine."