Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Skating

Normal POV:

"I'm back!" Grayson calls out, as he enters the room.

"I'm in here!" you declare, looking up from your phone as he enters the bedroom. You nearly drop your phone when you see the state he's in. 

You gasp, "Grayson!" Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, as they scan him up and down.  He has a harsh scrape on his arm, and a nasty scratch on his right thigh.

"Gray, what in the world happened?!" you exclaim, knitting your eyebrows together, in worry.

Grayson walks towards you, trying to mask the pain. "Calm down, babe," he tries assuring you. "I'm alright."

Saving him the trip to you, you instantly stride over to him. As you look around for any more injuries, he simply smiles down at you.

"What are you smiling for? This is horrible!" you exclaim, gently taking hold of his arm and inspecting it without touching the mark.

"But you're adorable when you're all worried for me," Grayson says, his pearly white teeth peeking through.

You roll your eyes, and lead him towards the bed. He sits with some difficulty, but tries to hide it. 

"Don't move," you say. "I'll go get some rubbing alcohol."

Before Grayson can protest, you make your way towards the emergency aid shelf, shuffling through the medical supplies in search for the alcohol.

It catches your eye, and you instantly grab it, along with some clean wipes, sprinting back to your boyfriend. He snaps his head up, his eyes lighting up as soon as they see you.

You sit beside him, gently taking hold of his bicep. You turn his arm to the side, so his wound is in clear sight. Taking a wipe in your hand, you dunk it in the alcohol a bit, before gently patting it on Gray's skin.

He hisses ever so softly, trying not to wince. "Sorry," you excuse yourself. "This might sting a little."

Grayson chuckles. "Really? I didn't even notice."

You roll your eyes, smiling. Once you're done with his arm, you shift your attention to his thigh. The wound is much bigger there, making you frown.

Grayson takes notice of this, then brings his hand to lift your chin up. "Hey," he says, his eyes piercing yours. "I'm alright, baby."

Your bottom lip sticks out in a slight pout, before you start patting around the bruised area. As you carefully make your way to the most prominent mark, Grayson chews on his lip, sucking in a breath.

"Are you OK?" you ask, concerned.

"Yeah, yeah," Grayson breathes out. A hiss escapes his lips as you increase the pressure on his bruise. Once you wipe the wounds clean, disposing the used tissues, you inspect the areas, one final time.

"There," you sigh. "That's better."

"It sure is," Gray says, observing you, closely.

You blush crimson under his gaze. "What?" you say.

"Just appreciating how lucky I am to have such a lovely girlfriend like you, (Y/N)."

You giggle, your cheeks turning a shade darker. "Oh, shush," you say. "You're so cheesy."

"I can't help myself around you," Grayson says, throwing you a wink.

Your face splits into a wide smile, and he mimicks it. Grayson starts leaning in, and you follow, your lips colliding in the middle.

He kisses you slow, and passionately, releasing all his love for you into it. Grayson's hands slip onto your hips, sliding you onto his lap. You hesitate, not wanting to put extra pressure on his healing wounds.

You break away, slightly. "Gray," you whisper. "You wound. It's—"

"It's fine," he cuts you off. "Trust me, baby."

You nod, your eyes fixed on his luscious lips. You lean in, connecting your lips once again. Your hands wander up his toned chest, resting behind his neck, and you tangle your fingers into tufts of his soft hair.

Grayson's strong arms wrap around your figure, securely. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You grant it to him, parting your mouth, and letting him deepen the kiss.

You make out for a good few minutes, before you break the kiss to catch your breath.

Grayson rests his forehead against yours. "I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you more, Gray."