Grayson Dolan x Reader Imagines

Massage

Warning: ???

(Y/N)'s POV:

I set the oils and required items for Grayson Dolan's massage today. I've only started working as his masseuse a month ago and so far, everything seems to be going good.

Except for the way my heart flutters everytime he walks in with his shirt off. Or when my cheeks flush when he looks into my eyes and he greets me.

OK, so maybe I might have caught feelings for him. But who can really blame me? He's a wonderful person. Not to mention he's built like a Greek god.

Same time as usual, Grayson steps into the room, with me waiting by the massage table. "Hey, (Y/N)." Grayson smiles warmly at me. "You look great as always."

I blush but quickly try to hide it, saying, "T-Thank you, Grayson."

On my first day of the job, I had called him 'Mr. Dolan' and Grayson had insisted I call him by his first name. So that's what I stuck with.

He walks over to me, sitting himself down on the table before me. "The usual?" I ask.

"You know it," he replies, taking his T-shirt off in one quick motion. No matter how many times I've seen him shirtless, I can never get tired of the view. But Grayson's a great conversationalist, too.

He always asks about my day and how I'm doing and everything that's going on with me. And honestly, it's really sweet that he cares to listen. I turn around to give him some privacy as he throws his shorts off, giving him time to lay on the table.

Or at least, I thought he did.

I expected he would be ready on the massage table, but instead, I come face-to-face with a fully bare Grayson. I instantly shut my eyes close, whipping back around. My cheeks burn scarlet as the image of him naked and...out is displayed in my head.

"I-I'm sorry," I stammer. "I-I didn't see anything."

"It's OK, (Y/N)," comes Grayson's soothing voice from behind me.

Once I know for sure that he is lying on the table, I cover his lower back and cute butt with a white towel. I shift my attention to the strong, tense muscles of his back. Running my fingers over his back, I feel him relax under my touch.

A soft groan sounds from the brunet's lips, sending a shiver down my spine. "So how have you been, (Y/N)?" Grayson asks, conversing with me like he usually does.

"Uhm... I've been good," I reply, my voice wavering slightly. "And you?"

"Honestly? There's this girl, and I can't seem to get her off my mind," he explains and I feel my heart drop in my chest.

"O-Oh." I focus on the muscles on his back, my fingers tracing over the tattoo beautifully inked against his smooth skin. "Well, have you told her?"

"I'm not really sure how to," he confesses, taking me by surprise. "What would you say?"

I massage a bit lower down his back, getting all the knots loose. "I would probably just tell her she's cute and, I don't know, ask her for coffee sometime," I turn around to wipe my hands, searching for the other bottle of oil.

But when I turn back around, I am greeted with a toned chest. I gulp, my eyes trailing up to see Grayson watching me closely with a subtle smirk marking his lips.

"U-Uhm, Grayson. You need to—"

"I think you're really cute, (Y/N)," he suddenly cuts me off. My eyes widen. "Wanna go out for coffee with me?"

Flustered, I avert his gaze, my eyes instead taking in every inch of the scratched floor. "I–uh–Grayson..."

I bite my bottom lip, my head lowered as I stand in silence. I hear the light squeak of the massage table, and then two tattooed feet appear in my view.

"(Y/N)," Grayson says, his voice husky. He moves a hand up to cup my jaw, lifting my gaze to lock eyes with him. His warm hand slips to the back of my neck, steadying my gaze.

"You haven't answered my question," he says, his golden hazel orbs flicking between my lips and my eyes.

I suck in a breath, my cheeks flushing beet red when I realize he's probably just wrapped the towel around his waist and nothing more. "So?" His calm voice breaks my train of thought. "Will you?"

I nod slowly, my mouth suddenly dry. Grayson steps closer to me, the scent of the expensive oils radiating off his glistening body. "Can I kiss you?" His voice is soft, his tone almost pleading.

I nod, flickering my eyes to his plump full lips. His lips capture mine in a slow kiss, moulding together in sync. He kisses me slowly, passionately, his grip on the back of my neck never leaving. Feeling brave, he nips at my bottom lip, seeking entrance.

I carefully part my lips for him, allowing his tongue to slip past and prod my own. The kiss turns sensual, heated, and he backs me into the table holding the massaging supplies.

His hands grip my hips, lifting me onto the table with ease, his lips not once leaving mine. My fingers desperately tug on his chocolate brown hair that he has grown out over time.

My other hand rests on his strong shoulder and my legs wrap around his waist securely. I couldn't care less that he's my boss. Or that he's dressed in only a towel. All my senses are fogged with only him.

The feeling of his hands on my waist, the taste of his lips hungrily attacking mine, the heat radiating off his bare athletic body, everything is almost overwhelming. Oxygen tugs me back to reality, or lack their of.

I hesitantly break away, the feeling of his warm lips still lingering against mine. I stare up at his hooded eyes, my clothes wrinkled and my lips plump and wet. His hair is a ruffled mess and his uneven breaths match mine.

"That was... Wow," he says, making me giggle breathlessly. "So I'll take that as a yes?"

"Definitely," I reply, making him chuckle. I lean in to kiss him once more when I feel something protruding my thigh. My brows furrowing, I open my mouth to speak but then quickly realize what it is.

The thought makes the blood rush to my cheeks and my eyes turn to the size of my fists. "Oh my gosh!" I exclaim flustered.

Grayson chuckles awkwardly. "Yeah... Sorry about that."

He moves away embarassed, and my body instantly craves the feeling of him near me again. "I should probably go."

"No, wait," I call out before I can stop myself. The brunet looks at me in wonder. "I can...help ease it."

His eyebrows raise up his forehead. Then, a sly playful smirk carves into his face. In a matter of mere seconds, he is standing between my legs again, looming over me with lusty eyes.

"Let's see what else those hands can do."