Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Boxing

(Y/N)'s POV:

I walk down the hall, leading me towards the indoor gym. "Grayson?" I call out. "You in here?"

I hear the familiar voice of my boyfriend draw me towards him, "Yeah. I'm in here!"

His voice leads me to the gym, and sure enough, there he is. Grayson is standing there, in a sleeveless T-shirt, with a pair of boxing gloves on. His gloved hands are positioned near his face, and beads of sweat are dripping off his muscular torso.

I walk inside and Grayson shifts his attention to me. "Hey, babe," he says. "A little distracted?"

I roll my eyes at his smirking face, playfully. "Well, I am a bit surprised," I say. "I didn't know you did boxing. I thought you were more of a wrestling guy?"

"I like a challenge," Grayson says, throwing a wink at me.

"Well...I think it's really cool," I say.

Grayson cocks an eyebrow up. "Really?"

"Yeah," I explain. "I've always thought it was really cool."

"Well, I could teach you, if you want?"

"I'd like that," I say, my face turning into a light shade of crimson.

Grayson chuckles. "OK. Come here, babe." He gestures to the place in front of him. I walk towards him, and stand before him.

He gives me his boxing gloves and I put them on my small hands. Then he spins me around so my back is facing him. I can feel his cold breath down my neck, as he stands right behind me. I shiver slightly, when he places his hands on my waist.

He breathes in my ear, "Put your hands up, baby."

I do as told, and position my hands like he did, bringing my fists near my face. Grayson takes my fists in his large hands, shifting them, slightly to the right position.

"Now," he says, his mouth right next to my ear. "Swing with all you've got."

I pull my fist back, before serving a hard punch to the sand-filled bag. It sways back by just a little, and Grayson stares at me, his jaw hanging loose.

"Damn, baby," he praises. "I've got to remember never to mess with you."

I turn to him and smile, as he beams down at me. Grayson cups my jaw and leans down to plant a soft kiss on my lips. "Not that I would ever do anything of the sort," he reassures me.

"I know, Gray." I pull him down by his sweaty neck, capturing his lips with mine. I kiss him passionately, tangling my fingers in his messy hair.

Gray nips at my bottom lip and I part my mouth for him. He places his hands on my hips, pulling my body closer to his. I let out a soft moan into his mouth, as we make out.

A few minutes later, I pull away, my face a deep shade of scarlet, and my hair slightly ruffled up. I really messed his hair up, but he doesn't seem to care.

His grin morphs into a sexy smirk. "How 'bout I teach you something else, yeah?"

"Oh? What is it?" I ask, half knowing the answer to that question.

"It involves you and me...and a bed." His smirk only widens, and he has that mischievous look in his eyes.

"Lead the way, baby," I say, gesturing for him to go on. Grayson's lips turn up in a sexy grin, as he takes my hand and pulls me with him, all the way to his room.

*Bonus Scene:*

Normal POV:

Ethan walks by his brother's room, and nearly trips on something. Looking down, he notices a white, sleeveless T-shirt lying on the ground. A douchebag shirt.

"What the-"

Taking it in his hand to inspect it, he looks up at the door. His mind tries to process what's happening.

"EW. Grayson, c'mon!" Ethan whines, dropping the material onto the floor, and running back to his room.