Dolan Twins Imagines

Grayson B. Dolan I | X

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The cool night breeze fanned over the skin of my face as I arrived at a typical college "frat party" that I wasn't even invited to, but my best friend thought it would be a great start of our freshman year. It didn't seem like anyone really cared much about our appearance of the event, I guess it's loosely based on the fact that everyone was completely wasted out of their minds to even care, many were only on the dance floor gliding their sweaty bodies against each other like hungry animals devouring their prey. In all honesty, I was slightly nauseous from the smell of alcohol and sweat mixing out into the atmosphere, if I wasn't in the middle of this riot I would've hurled already.

The house was quite nice actually, it was a cliche mansion party where the rich kid of the school threw an over exaggerated party in hopes to keep their popularity rate off the charts; I swear this scenery feels like a typical movie college party. I didn't care much for getting wasted nor smoking- that shit kills, and for someone who's well aware of health issues I am not one to play with it.
I was suffocating within the crowd of people drenching in condensation, I pushed past most of them without getting groped on until I saw a glass sliding door parted slightly which lead to an a fairly nice garden. Immediately spotting a garden swing and that was my cue to get the hell out of this house, I slid in between the already cracked open part of the door and stumbled outside- in one quick motion I was out and catching my breath feeling the fresh air pile up within my lungs and basking in the glory of oxygen. I took one step further to the swing when I heard a voice from behind me speak lowly,

"And who gave you the right to be out here?" His voice deep and low.

I swung on my heels towards his direction. There he stood within a dark corner, the only visible image was the lighter he flicked to light up his cigarette already placed between his plumped lips.

I squinted my eyes in order to adjust to the barely visible body morphing into the darkness, "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but feel claustrophobic within the amount of people in the house" I kindly explained

"Still doesn't give you the right to be out here baby doll" I could hear the smugness in his voice as he speaks these disrespectful words.

"Excuse me, but who are to boss me around as if this is your home? And may you be more respectful; my name is Y/N, not baby doll." My voice shaking with a slight irritation.

He did not speak but I could hear a devilish chuckle echo from the corner he stood in, I saw his foot extending into the light and I knew he was about to reveal himself, slowly his entire body emerged from the darkness as he sets his halfway smoked cigarette onto the grass and stepping over it in hopes of putting it out.
He was wearing all black; black v-neck shirt, black ripped jeans, black vans shoes and even a black leather jacket clutched in his hand. I must admit in this moment I felt infatuated- he was handsome and not in the classic way, but in a bad boy handsome way. I admired his roughed up hair and the ones slightly twisted down in the front, his eyebrows neatly shaped to perfection, eyes glistening with the moonlight but I still took notice they were hazel, an angel wing earring dangling from his earlobe, nose piercing standing out within the center of his face, lips seeming glossy from his tongue licking them for moisture, jawline perfectly chiseled and his bulging biceps covered in fascinating tattoos.

"Baby doll, I know you want me" his lips forming a smirk,

I was slightly intimidated by his good looks, but unlike the cliche stories I will not be shy around his arrogance.

"And what if I do?" I mimicked his delusional smirk

"Let's go somewhere" he grinned, but I will not cave.

"Lets." I blankly spat as we made our way to his black pickup truck.

To my surprise he drove to a skate park, I stepped out from the truck and leaned my head back to admire the stars that burned millions of miles away from the land.

He pulled down the door of the back of his vehicle and sat there without saying a word. But I made my way towards him, I stopped in front of him and deadly close to his face; he is gorgeous.

"What's your name?" I clutched both sides of his leather jacket tightly within my hands and leaned my body closer to him,

"Grayson Dolan" the stench of smoke burning my nostrils as he spilled his name

"Grayson Dolan, smoking kills." I pulled him closer towards me just so that I can whisper those words into his ear.

"But luckily I haven't died yet or I wouldn't have met you" He let out a low chuckle,

"You try to be a bad boy, but you're not" I teased

"Oh yeah?" The look in his eyes thrilled me.

I winked at him and it set him off. He stood up and grabbed me by the hand twisting me around so my back was facing him, he pushed my hair by the side exposing my neck; he dragged his finger slowly along my neck and stopped at my sweet spot, he brought his lips closer to the area and blew a cold air upon it which sent shivers to course through my spine, his lips inching closer to my earlobe and gripping the skin between his teeth which I must admit was a weakness of mine- it's as if he knew me.

"Hmm you like that baby doll?" He paused to gloat, "is this bad enough for you?" He continued, but as I was going to respond his lips were placed on the area he blew cold airs on before, his soft lips sucking on my sweet spot and tongue grazing the skin in order to cushion the stinging pain of blood rushing to the surface. My legs trembled in response and I felt a tingling sensation rush throughout my body and for the first time in forever my body felt relieved off of any stress.

He removed his lips from my neck and spun me around to face him. He devilishly smiled and admired his doing on my neck as if it were a masterpiece. My hand flew up to touch the marked area and I could feel the slightly wet spot he left his mark upon.

"Perfect" he paused, "you're mine now, baby doll."