Dolan Twins Imagines/Drabbles

SMUT Grayson x The Weekend

play the song on repeat it'll make more sense:)

My brain was awake way before my body was, leaving my chances of stretching my limbs and cluttering across the cold wooden floors for coffee, slim to none.

All I could muster was the fluttering of one eye; opening just enough to peer at the alarm clock perched beside my bed.

7:14am Monday morning.

Exactly one minute before the boisterous alarm would clang throughout my small and comfy space,ruining my sweet dreams and ripping away the only good thing in my life.

I wanted to cling on to it longer.

I always did.

So, I went through the same routine that I methodically practiced every Monday morning; snaking a hand out of the duvet to tap the alarm off prematurely, wiggle my arm back into the covers, and pull Grayson's arm tighter over my torso.

"You're doing it again," Grayson grumbled into my pillow behind me, making me turn my head to glare at him over my shoulder.

His eyes were still closed, eyelashes pushed flush against the white cotton pillowcase as his face stayed smashed to it, lips pulled back in exhaust.

My heart swelled in love and adoration for the precious man in bed beside me.

He was absolutely and positively everything and anything I could want in my life.

"Hm?" I hummed back to him as I took in his sleeping position, noticing his messy hair and ignoring the fact that he had me pinned.

Grayson took in a deep first breath, sighing deeply through his nose; a small groan rumbling in the back of his throat that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.

"I have to go," he rasped out, his morning voice hoarse and screaming to be soothed by a hot cup of coffee.

"You don't," I reminded him, fully turning my body to be facing him now, his arm rolling casually over my waist as I reached around his warm and bare torso.

Grayson's eyes fluttered open gently, face moving back as he realized his close proximity to my pillow.

"I do. I told you I left my good belt at Hannah's, I have to go get it before work," he hummed, stretching his long limbs against me under the warm duvet.

I frowned at the mention of the other girls name.

"I thought you said you left it at Lauren's?" I questioned him as he finally turned away from me, rolling onto his back and gently kicking the duvet from his legs.

"No, Hannah's," he struggled to get out through another long stretch, arms reaching above his head and flexing his shoulders.

Ugh. Hannah.

And Lauren.

And me.

I was the weekend getaway in Grayson's sleep schedule.

Hannah and Lauren were weekday, 9-5 fucks, but I was the one he came to at the end of a long work week to unwind, unplug, and fuck senseless from Friday pm to Monday am.

Unbeknownst to me, I started developing feelings for the kid, and now we were stuck almost 8 months deep into an unrequited love disaster.

"God. You need a bigger bed. I'm starting to cramp up," Grayson complained as he swung his legs over his side of the bed, preparing to climb out.

His talking shook me from my thoughts, making me reach out and try to grab onto any part of him that I could to reel him back into bed.

"Maybe if we slept at yours you would be more comfortable," I suggested, wanting and yearning to play house at Grayson's one weekend.