Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

TikTok Trend

Warning: slightly steamy

(Y/N)'s POV:

I chew on the end of my thumb as I set my phone up on the table, tapping the bright record button. I smile warmly, waving my open hands in front of the screen.

"Hey, beautiful people!" I say to the camera. "So I'll get straight to it. There's this trend going 'round on TikTok—I don't know if you've seen it—where, basically, the girl gets completely nakey and walks into the room while her boyfriend is playing video games or whatever."

I clasp my hands together. "I think you already know where I'm going with this," I laugh nervously, "I'm going to be posting a TikTok in a couple of minutes where I'll try the trend out on Grayson. He's obviously oblivious, and it's also 'boys night' so this is the perfect opportunity."

I lift my phone up, preparing to end the recording. "So yeah," I shrug, "This should be interesting." After informing the camera of where to find the TikTok, and doing a mini shameless self-promo, I post the video on my story and make sure to hide it from my boyfriend.

And now, time to get ready for the big finale.

Grayson is presently sitting in his room, setting up everything he needs for tonight, while I am preparing everything for my own little plan. About half an hour after I post on my story, boys night finally begins.

Grayson glues his ass to his bed and that's that. Knowing him, he won't get off that bed for a long while. Which gives me just the right amount of time to execute my brilliant plan. In all honesty, I feel the butterflies thundering in my tummy, and the nerves start to wash over me as the time to act nears.

Hearing a loud curse from Grayson outside the door, I take a deep breath. I give myself a one-eighty in the mirror, mustering all the courage I have. Then, with my fingers on the bands of my robe, I slowly slip it off my body.

Once I'm fully bare, I touch up my hair a bit and grab my phone, scrolling to TikTok and hitting record. I holding the camera at eye-level then click the bathroom door open. Putting one foot in front of the other, I carefully step outside and into the pleasantly chilly room. My boyfriend's eyes are laser-focused on the wide screen, his fingers aggressively moving across the controller clutched in his hands.

He doesn't notice me come in. I slowly walk towards him, stopping an arm's length away. I stiffen, awkwardly standing there in silence as he continues to play his game. "What the f*ck, Ethan? Back me up here!" he exclaims into the mic on the headset.

"Gray," I call out in a sing-song voice. He doesn't respond. I roll my eyes, trying again. "Baby."

No response. "Babe. Babe, look."

Grayson clicks his tongue in slight annoyance. His head snaps my way before turning back to the screen. Eyes widening out of their sockets, he whips his face towards me again in a double-take. His jaw falls slack and his piercing hazels flicker over my exposed body.

"Bro, hold on," he whispers into the mic. His voice cracks.

My thumb automatically flicks to end the recording, deciding that what's about to happen next might not be so PG. I silently chuck my phone onto the bed, then patiently stare at him with big doll eyes.

The brunet flings his headset off, immediately shooting to his feet. I settle my hands on my bare hips and gently sway my hips to the side. His intimidating gaze follows my every move and his breaths shorten.

"B-Baby girl. What do you think you're doing?" His Adam's apple bobs sharply in his throat.

"What does it look like?" I say sensually. I draw my bottom lip between my teeth, looking up at him through my lashes. My boyfriend lunges at me, grabbing my waist and swiftly hauling me onto his shoulder.

I gasp, my cheeks flaming up when the cool air hits grazes over my perky ass. Grayson's arm wraps over the back of my thighs. He perches me with my stomach pressed over his broad shoulder and my ass sticking up in the air.

He turns on his heel and I feel his cold palm connect with my bare ass, smacking it lightly. His other hand is placed firmly over my lower back as he carries me to the bed. He throws me onto the springy mattress, and my body gently bounces from the impact.

Before I can push myself up, he pins me to the bed, caging me between his beautifully inked thighs. He leans down to smash his lips against mine, his teeth tugging at my lower lip hungrily. Grayson kisses me roughly, shoving his tongue into my mouth impatiently.

He caresses my tongue with his, dragging it over the roof of my mouth, too. My hands race to his fluffy hair, tugging the dark tufts on the nape of his neck. He groans throatily, raking his hands down my thighs and lifting my legs up to hook around his hips.

I moan at the feeling of his large hard-on grinding against my raw lips. Breaking his lips away, he starts trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses down my jaw, all the way to my collar bone. He nips at my sweet spot, catching it between his teeth and sucking harshly.

I release a breathy moan, my back arching from the mattress to close the gap between us. Grayson continues to dry hump me, his member leaving a prominent tent in his shorts. The bed squeaks with every thrust, and I whimper underneath him, my body begging for more.

He moves away, his actions coming to an abrupt halt. "Sh*t," he swears under his breath. Supporting himself on his knees, his fingers reach for the collar of his hoodie and he swings it off in one swift motion.

He crawls back on top of me, hovering inches over my naked body. His voice coming out hoarse, he says, "Hands up, baby girl..."