Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Daddy Challenge (STEAMY)

Warning: swearing, steamy content

(Y/N)'s POV:

"Babe, come on," I whine, making grabby hands at my boyfriend. "The bed's getting cold and I need you here."

I sprawl my arms across the bed, much like a starfish under water. I kick the air, staring at the ceiling as I wait for my cuddles. "He won't shut up!" Grayson yells back. Not a moment later, he shuffles in through the door, now shirtless, with the baby doll in his arms.

I snort, a failed attempt at holding back my giggle. He rolls his eyes as he kneels on the bed. "This is hillarious to you, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry, baby," I say, grinning at his exhausted face. "But it's kinda cute, ya know?"

"No, it's not," he retorts. The baby—Edwin, as he called it—finally ceased its wails, and the room instantly went silent apart from Grayson's little sigh of relief.

He lays it beside me, making sure to tuck it in ever-so gently. My heart melts at the sight. It may not be a real baby, but by the way Grayson kissed its plastic head, it may as well be.

My boyfriend's aching body falls limp on my other side, sanwitching me between him and the baby. "For real, though. It is kinda cute. In a creepy, stalker kinda way."

The messy-haired brunet runs a hand down his chiseled face, a breathy chuckle vibrating from his chest. "I'm so fucking over this," he groans, his voice muffled through his hand. It dives into his dark, fluffy hair. "Taking care of a baby is way harder than I thought it'd be."

I laugh lightly, my fingers tracing patterns on his bare chest. His arm slips past my waist, pulling me into his side. He kisses the top of my head, and I rest my ear above his heart, hearing the slightly pacing rythm of it under me.

His chest heaves with slow, deep breaths, and a sigh falls from his lips. "What if he starts crying again?" he abruptly asks, his chest coming to a still.

I glance up at him through my lashes. "Gray, relax. It's just for a night. How bad could it be?" I assure him as his fingers lace through my hair. His brows crease, a half-hearted agreement emitting from him.

His hazel orbs latch onto the baby doll, worry masking his defined features. A moment of deafening silence. I shake my head. "You're not going to sleep peacefully, are you?"

His eyes find mine again, and he draws his bottom lip between his pearly teeth. I sigh. Knowing exactly where this is going, I crawl up his athletic body, flinging my leg on the other side of his hips. Leaning down, I swiftly capture his plump lips with mine, releasing his lower lip to nibble on it instead.

Grayson's strong arms wrap around my torso, his warm hands feeling down my back, trailing lower and lower. He grabs my ass, making me gasp into his mouth and allowing him to slip his tongue between my teeth. It caresses my own then presses against the roof of my mouth, tasting every inch of me.

I kiss him harder, locking my hands in his thick hair, tugging on it every time he squeezes my ass. Something pokes the inside of my thigh, signaling me to grind against it. And I oblige.

I begin to rock my hips against his, earing a throatily moan from Grayson. His grey boxer-briefs stain with pre-cum, already squirting out from the tip. My lips break from his and I gasp, moaning along. Grayson takes this oppertunity to attack my neck, harshly sucking his way down to my collar bones.

"We really shouldn't be doing this...next to the baby," I breathe out. I squeal as he nibbles on my skin, sucking it between his teeth and repeating until a deep red bruise is etched on my neck. "I don't fucking care right now, baby," he growls against my shoulder.

The bed starts to squeak and I pray Ethan is too tired to notice. "Fuck," Grayson swears through his sweet pants. His large hands grip my hips, grinding me harder against his erect member. "Keep this up...and I might just...put a baby in you—Ah!"

My lips lock with his in a burning passion, sloppily kissing him as I feel a knot build in my stomach. Grayson reaches down and rips my panties so my juices leak onto his briefs. He groans at the sight of my dripping core, rocking my body harder.

I moan, trying desperately hard not to moan through the walls. His cock throbs under the thin cloth seperating us. I peek below, catching the sizable wet stain on his underwear. My fingers hungrily run across his toned chest, feeling every muscle there before moving to feel the veins in his arms.

His shoulder blades look unbelievably delicious under the dim light, now coated with a spinkle of sweat. I lean over and lick his earlobe, taking his full ear in my mouth and swirling my tongue over it.

Grayson groans a little too loud. "Fuck. I'm cuming. Ah—shit, I'm cuming," he pants.

An ear-piercing cry rips through the atmosphere, snapping both our gazes to it. Edwin.

"No, no, not now. Fuck. Not now, Edwin," Grayson whimpers. He grinds me against him faster, his climax right there. I grasp his broad shoulders for dear life as the bed screams with every hump.

"Gray," I moan, "Grayson... You should—Ah!—Take care of it. Him," I remind him.

"I need to take care of something else first, baby girl," he replies, his voice raspy and dangerously low.

Edwin's cries only get louder, and my attention is slowly dragged away from my climax. "Gray..." I say.

He looks at me, his eyes dazed. "Shit," he curses. I gasp as liquid coats my thighs, warm and delicious. He throws his head back against the pillow, silently groaning through his orgasm. His underwear is soaked, absorbing most of the cum but his huge load makes it so the insides of my thighs are thoroughly covered in a layer of his sweet juices, too.

Grayson pants, his chest aggressively heaving in sharp intakes of breath. "You didn't...cum?" he rasps out.

I shake my head. He sighs heavily. He suddenly sits up, kissing my lips. "Don't worry," he flings his legs over the side of the bed, "When I come back, and when Edwin is finally quiet, I'll make you cum so hard you won't remember your name, princess."