Dolan Twins Imagines

Love to hate//Grayson Dolan

•Warnings: smut

"Hey, can I get a hand with this stupid banner? It won't stay up."
You put down your bag of Cheeto's to run and aid your best friend, Cameron. Stepping up onto the empty stool you grabbed the falling banner and stuck a couple tacks in, smiling when it stayed put for good this time. "Nice job, sister." You both shared a high five, both your stools wobbled and you grabbed her arm for support, laughing. You and Cameron were honestly like two peas in a pod. You two practically grew up together, becoming childhood friends back when neither of you could use the bathroom without a parent's help.
You loved Cameron like a sister, but her brothers on the other hand, well they loved to pick on you, especially Grayson. When you would go to their house for a play date, Grayson was always there to mess with you. From pulling your pigtails, spilling juice on your dresses and even pushing you into mud puddles, he was one hell of a kid. You two had never gotten along, no matter what Ethan or Cameron could do, you both shared a hatred for each other that ran too deep to try to repair.
Tonight Cameron was throwing a party for absolutely no reason. She just always loved a good party and she has only been home for a couple of weeks and have yet to see her brothers. The party started in a couple of hours, so you had time to prepare to face Grayson again, oh what joy that was. You'd rather go stick your head in the punch bowl than tolerate him for hours. "Promise me you'll be on your best behavior tonight?" You almost scoffed at her comment, rolling your eyes and plopping back onto the couch with your beloved bag of chips.
"Me? I'm always on my best behavior, the devil on the other hand." You trailed off, shaking your head.
"Well if you two would actually talk and not be so yuck towards each other, you'd find out you have more in common than you actually think and hey, maybe you two could date one day?"
You almost choked on your snack at the ludicrous statement that came out of her mouth. "You're smoking crack if you think me and your brother could ever ever ever date. No way, I'd rather drink bleach." Cameron laughed and shrugged, "You never know. I know my brother and I'm going to leave it at that." She left the room to go get dressed and you furrowed your brows at her statement. What the hell did she mean by that?
A couple of hours passed and finally people started to show up to yours and Cameron's shared apartment for the party. Music was blaring, balloons and snacks littered the place and there was a huge assortment of party games scattered about. You were in the bathroom, finishing getting ready. You didn't want to overdo it, since it was just a small party with your close friends and Cameron's. So you went for a pair of high waisted shorts, a tank top and some soft curls to compliment your subtle makeup look. Perfect.
Just as you stepped out of your bedroom, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" Almost tripping over a balloon or two you made it to the door, opening it to reveal Ethan and Grayson. "Y/N! So nice to see you again, it's been so long!" Ethan scooped you into a bone crushing hug and lifted you from the ground, causing you to giggle. "Ethan! It's nice to see you too! Cameron's somewhere around here." He nodded and skipped off in search for his sister, next was Grayson.
You had to admit he looked pretty hot in his snapback and all black from head to toe, wait were you checking him out? Snap out of it. "Y/N." He said blandly, a scowl on his face. "Grayson." You said just as blandly back, rolling your eyes and stepping aside to let him inside. Oh it was going to be so hard to play nice tonight but for Cameron's sake, you were going to try. The next few hours went well and you weren't going to deny the couple of beers you had as the night went on.
"Y/N! Come dance!" Your friend pulled you out into the crowd of dancing people and spun you around. You looked up and surprisingly you met eyes with Grayson. He was staring at you intently, taking a sip from his red cup. Deciding not to let his stare creep you out, you started to dance with your friends. You didn't know what possessed you to dance like this, maybe it was the beer or Grayson watching you but you had no care in the world right now.
You started to grind on your friend, looking up to see Grayson still watching, his jaw was slack like he was watching the best show of his life. With a shit eating grin on your face you continued dancing, letting his eyes feast on you for his own enjoyment. After a couple of songs passed you were beyond tired of dancing so you decided to see yourself to the kitchen and grab a bottled water. Sitting up on the counter you took a few sips, trying to calm the pounding in your head when you heard angry footsteps enter.
"What the hell was that?" Scoffing you looked over to see Grayson standing there, cheeks flushed and his hands crossed. You couldn't help but stare at his muscles when he did that, god you're doing it again! Stoppit! "What the hell was what?" He chuckled and shook his head, "You out there dancing like that and looking at me with those eyes. Not cool dude." Was he honestly blaming you for dancing with your friends and having a good time? The nerve of this guy.
"What's not cool? Me dancing with my friends?"
"You can't dance like that and expect me to....you know what, this is pointless."
"Excuse me? You act like I'm your girlfriend or something. You can't tell me what to do!" You hopped down from the counter and stood in front of him, mimicking the way he had his arms crossed. When those words came out of your mouth, his expression softened and he dropped his arms. He groaned and turned his back to you. "You know, now I see why I don't like you." Throwing your arms up you almost laughed out loud but you kept it to a low chuckle to not draw any attention.
"And I don't like you! I hate you actually. You've ALWAYS had it out for me Grayson!"
"I hate you too! You're terrible!"
"You're equally as terrible!" You two were now facing each other and in an instant, his lips were on yours, his strong arms wrapping around you and pulling you closer. Pulling back after a while, you both were in shock with what just happened. Neither of you could speak but you remained in each others embrace. "What the hell was that?" You whispered, pushing him away from you and walking backwards. "I-I don't know. Shit, I shouldn't have done that." The room fell silent before he spoke up.
"I still hate you by the way." Scoffing you shook your head, "And I still hate you." You were back looking into each other's eyes and he reached forward, pulling you into his chest and kissing you once more, this time it had much more passion. Your lips and teeth clashed together as you held onto him. It wasn't long before someone stumbled into the kitchen, groaning aloud. "Get a room you horny bastards!"
Embarrassed you looked at Grayson and he chuckled, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you to your bedroom, slamming the door behind him and locking it. "Now I want you to strip for me." Furrowing your brows you laughed and placed your hands on your hips. "Excuse me? Don't think you can boss me around mister." He smirked and stepped forward, "Either you strip, or I punish you. Your choice." The way his voice dropped an octave had shivers sent up your spine and you spoke aloud, "Maybe I want to be punished?"
In an instant he sat on the bed, pulling you down over his lap and shaking his head. "Should've thought twice about your answer." His hands made quick work to get your shorts unbuttoned and flung across the room without a care. Your face turned beat red when you realized you hadn't bothered to put any panties on hours earlier. "No panties? Naughty girl." His hand drew back and came down hard on your left cheek, causing you to gasp and clutch his leg. Jesus.
He repeated this action a few more times and you couldn't deny the wetness that was started to trickle it's way down your thighs. Grayson wrapped your hair in a ponytail and lifted you up, his lips right by your ear. "Now I want you to finish taking off your clothes and get on the bed for me and spread these sexy little legs." Not wanting to be punished further you got up and almost ripped off your tank top and bra, following Grayson's strict instructions and spreading your legs much to his viewing pleasure.
"So sexy." He pulled off his hat and t-shirt in a flash, going for his pants next making sure to take extra time to rake his eyes up and down your body. "How did I ever not notice how beautiful you are?" A blush crept it's way onto your cheeks as he got his pants down, pushing off his boxers and crawling over top of you. Sitting up and resting your weight on your hands, you smirked and shrugged. "You were too busy acting like a dick to me to notice anything really." "Guess so." You both flashed a smile at each other before he kissed you.
His tongue slid into your mouth and he hooked his muscular arms under your legs, pulling you closer and kissing you more passionately. You were both aching for each other and you weren't sure how much longer he could hold out. Just as you thought that, he laid you back and slid himself inside slowly, the both of you moaning out in unison. "Damn. So fucking tight." He kissed your neck and stayed still for a couple of seconds, finally pulling his hips back and beginning to pound you like nobody's business.
Your bed started to creak and rock under your sweaty bodies and thank god there was a party so nobody could come looking for the two of you or be bothered by the noise. "G-Gray!" He bit down on your earlobe and grunted loudly, "Yeah baby, scream my fucking name. I want to hear just how good I make you feel." His dirty words made you shiver in pleasure, seeing this side of Grayson was something you wanted to witness for the rest of your life. The music booming and the people's voices were soon drowned out.
All of a sudden Grayson pulled out and rolled you over, pulling up your hips and pushing back in, finding his brutally fast pace and picking up where he left off. "Fuck fuck fuck!" You buried your face into the pillows to keep from getting any louder than you already were. Skin slapping skin filled the room as Grayson started to spank you again, the red marks returning on your skin. You managed to lift your head and look over your shoulder and god what a sight it was.
Grayson's cheeks were red, his hair had somewhat fallen and it was hanging in his face. His eyes were trained on the way he was sliding in and out of you and his mouth partially agape as tiny grunts left his mouth. It was truly something and it brought you much closer to the finish line. "I'm close, shit don't stop." "I'm close too baby, go ahead and come for me." You lasted through a couple more strokes before your body tensed up and you came hard, white spots clouding your vision for a couple of seconds.
Grayson pulled out and started to pump himself furiously. "Turn over." Shakily you rolled your limp body over, biting your lip and watching him bring himself to his climax. Hot spurts of come began to cover your body and Grayson let out the most sexiest moan you'd think you had ever heard. Once he had finished he went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for you, collapsing next to you and struggling to catch his breath. "That was....wow. You're amazing." After you had cleaned up you rolled onto your side, smiling at him.
"Me? I think all credits go to you." He smirked and looked over, giving you a sympathetic smile. "Look I really am sorry about picking on you. I guess I did it because I kind of sort of had a crush on you." When he said that you couldn't help but smile. "I don't hate you by the way. I sort of like you too." He chuckled and then let out a huge sigh of relief. "I'm glad we established that, so fresh start?" He held out his hand and you shook it, "Fresh start. Although if we're going to go through with this thing, you have to take me on a proper date."
He smiled ear to ear before rolling over and kissing your cheek, "Consider it a deal, baby girl."