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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗔𝗠

彡 ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ, 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗟.

彡 ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴏɴ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ; @GarfeldOfDreams

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗘 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗔𝗠 𝗔𝗦 𝗝𝗔𝗫 𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥

彡 ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ, 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗟.

彡 ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛs ᴏɴ ᴛᴡɪᴛᴛᴇʀ; @GarfeldOfDreams

i think he’s a slow burn type of guy ya know? maybe he keeps giving you little pecks here and there to let you know he wants something more, but won’t ask for it - just waits until you make the next move. he can never get enough of the way your lips feel, and it’s something he’s expressed to you on several occasions when he’s got your hands pinned above your head, his head angling yours to he can kiss you as deep as he wants. he’s all “you taste so good” and “so soft” under his breath, delving his tongue in to swirl and dance with yours eagerly. when he’s really focused on kissing you, he doesn’t want your hands (that he loves so much) to distract him - hence the trap that he has around them.

in the bedroom it’s something different, something quick and dirty and sloppy. his lips wet, tongue dominant, breath staggered and irratic, eyebrows pulled together into a frown. it’s not the same as the kisses you get when your head is across his lap on the couch, his fingers playing with your hair, your eyes all droopy and lazy blinking just to try and focus on the movie you picked out but no longer care about. he’s looking down at you in the midst of falling asleep and all he can keep his eyes on is your lips. plush, pink, soft, willing, everything he loves.

and you know what keeps you falling for grayson over and over? even after years of being with him? the fact that he can be gentle, even if he’s a sex crazed animal on so many nights (and mornings lets keep it real). he can make your heart melt almsot as much as your pussy. maybe even more. because listen closely darling dearest...you’re laying there drowsy and dazed and relaxed, and then you feel his thumb sliding across your bottom lip, slow, soft as a feather and steady he draws circles on your lips, he’s got his hazle honey eyes steady on you, those speckles are darker brown scattered like stars, the weight of his arm draped on your tummy and his hand lazily drawing a path over your skin. when he sees that your eyes are opening back up to look at him, he gives you that small little smile, the boyish one that you fell for the first time you saw him. it’s pure and it’s true. you never knew a smile could be true, until grayson.

but it’s when he opens his mouth to speak that really has you a puddle of adoration. the way he whispers “let me kiss you” just under his breathe like a secret he just can’t keep and it’s almost so hidden you have to observe his face for a bit longer to make sure you heard him right. you know you did. you know he’s just thinking out loud and it makes your stomach turn in summersaults.

he keeps on staring so you know that yes, he had actually whispered the softest thing you’d ever heard and yes you most definitely should and do switch your position so that your legs are placed on either side of his thighs and you’re cupping his face in your hand like a delicacy - too pretty to not be handled with care.

and oh - just oh - when it’s time that you feel his lips once more it means something so much different. it holds every emotion, even smile, laugh, kind thought, flutter of your heart that you’ve had for him. you never want the warmth of his lips to leave even if you know it’s inevitable. you want to stay just like that...holding his face, feeling the cotton of his t-shirt against you, the slightly rougher material of his pants on the leg of your legs, the way his chest moves up and down steadily.

you both lose your breath quickly with the emotion and depth of the kiss, his hands aren’t wandering, his breath isn’t crazy hard like it is when he gets worked up and carried away. it isn’t that kind of make out moment, it’s an innocent “i love you, i cherish you, i worship you even though i know it’s often unhealthy and there are sinful things i would do to keep you smiling, i want my child to have your eyes, let’s take long walks on the beach when we’re old and grey, sunsets have nothing on you” type of kiss.

it’s right and it’s real and it muffles the sound of the laughing actors in the movie, someone mowing their yard a few houses over, the tumbling of the dryer, the beeping of the coffee maker...the rest of the world falls silent. that’s what it’s like making out with grayson anon.

If you consider yourself body positive,

PART 1 📚 PART 2

Teachers Pet // Melanie Martinez

I Wanna Be Yours // Arctic Monkeys

double // Blackbear

Escape From LA // The Weekend

Bad Chick // Somo

Don’t Stand So Close To Me // The Police

Sex // Shoobies

In Your Eyes // The Weekend

Bad Habit // The Kooks

The Art Teacher // Rufus Wainwright

Church // Chase Atlantic

Daddy Issue’s // The Neighbourhood

Take My Breath Away // Berlin

Good For You // Selena Gomez

All The Time // Jeremiah, Lil Wayne, Natasha Mosley

Girls Your Age // Transviolet

Brooklyn Baby // Lana Del Rey

Heaven // Julia Michaels

For You // Liam Payne, Rita Ora

Summary: Y/n speaks out of turn in class, her filthy mouth giving her more than just a slap on the wrist - but a detention with her favorite teacher. Ethan finds himself at a loss when he falls back into the same mistake he vowed to never make again. He just can’t shake her loose. 

Word Count: 9.6k

Warning: the dirtiest of smut 

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It was a week before Ethan saw her again. The short break they had before the last week of class was much needed, but when he laid his eyes on her soft features once again, he found it more difficult to keep his eyes averted than he first anticipated. It was a tradition to give the girls a full week to mule over their studies before finals, just to catch up and make sure they can have all the knowledge crammed into their heads before they returned to take those dreaded tests awaiting them. Normally he would be excited to come back into the classroom and get the year finished off with a bang, but he had other things on his mind this time around. He had her on his mind this time. 

He could see the knowing look on her face where she sat in the back, her delicate legs crossed, foot bouncing lazily while she chewed on the end of her pencil near the eraser. Her bright doe eyes trained on him with no shame, only knowledge about what glorious sight remained under the suit he was wearing. It made him squirm more than he would like. She had this glimmer in her eye that screamed about what they had done, and if you looked hard enough, they would tell the full story to anyone that would listen. He could tell she was itching to come clean, tell someone about how he fucked his student into his desk and had the nerve to face her again. It made him more nervous than he’d been when she sunk onto his lap for the first time a week ago. 

He had panicked all week, worried that someone had found out about their dirty little secret and was waiting for the right moment to pounce. He figured maybe he wouldn’t be able to trust her to not tell one of her friends, brag about seducing her teacher out of everyone. Gloat that she could nail him. Just a rumor at an all girls school could end him. Of course there had been plenty of speculations made about him, but never ones involving another student. They were comments about how big his dick might be, girls talking about how he’d look with them bent over their desks, thrusting into them hard and deep. He’s even confiscated several notes being passed in class about such speculations. 

morgan i am speechless. i- 🤯