LUNA OMG GRAY X LANA IS MY FAVOURITE THING- ♌

ugh, he screams lana del rey music/videos

i can imagine y/n's family coming back from the cookout and her and e scramble to get their clothes back on and act normal 🥺 why does that make me soft

ngijeogre my heart they are such KIDS

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“Tell me about your book,” Ethan mumbled beside you with a lazy grin. His hand had never strayed from hip, fixed carelessly there but ever-present.

A blush overtook your features as you fell onto your back, gazed up towards the ceiling, and let out an uncontainable giggle.

“What?” Ethan laughed along, oblivious to your humor. You shook your head and smiled still. “What?” Ethan prodded.

“No clue,” you chuckled. “I have no clue what’s going on in my book. Don’t even know the narrator’s name.”

“What? What do you mean?” he asked in response, propping himself up on his elbow to get a better look at you. You glanced his way and found him with an easy, permanent grin and a pair of furrowed brows.

“I mean what I meant.”

“That’s impossible, we’ve been up here reading for like, three hours.”

You slapped a hand over your eyes, grinning like a fool. Blame it on the, er, deflowering, but you were an all-new kind of happy. “The whole time I was just thinking about wanting to… you know…” you giggled, biting down on your lip and scrunching your eyes behind your shield of palm.

“For three hours? Jesus (Y/N), you should have spoken up sooner. We could be on round four by now,” he teased, dipping down to press a light kiss on your collarbone. Your skin was still sensitive from all the excitement, and a spread of goosebumps prickled your flesh at the contact of his lips. Subconsciously, you lifted up into him and he splayed a warm hand across the bare plane of your chest to hold you down sturdily. With his mouth never leaving your body, he murmured, “We might have time for a round two…”

“‘Round two’? You make love to me once and suddenly you’re a pro at sex, huh?” you taunted, though the thought had you buzzing.

“I wouldn’t say a pro,” he chuckled. You could feel his lips curve into a smirk as he moved them higher along your neck. “But I have a feeling I’ll be getting a lot of practice, anyhow.”

“C’mere,” you cooed and lifted his jaw up to you.

Just as his lips ghosted yours, you both heard it. The irrefutable sound of a garage door lifting mechanically, right beneath your room. It was faint but jarring, and the two of you froze still, mouths just barely touching, until it seized. Then, you were both hopping out of your positions, shucking back the comforter in Ethan’s case, wrapping yourself in a blanket in yours, and stumbling onto the floor to find your respective discarded garments.

“Why do you have a blanket on!” Ethan scream-whispered.

“In case you see me!”

“I’ve already seen you!”

“Whatever! Where is my dress?!”

“Where are my shorts!”

“They’re over-“

You heard the clack of your mother’s footsteps skipping across the floor, advancing towards the stairs, stepping towards your doom. You and Ethan shared a look of sheer panic for a split second before you were hastily covering yourself in your day’s outfits as your mom ascended the steps. With adrenaline pumping, you flung yourselves onto the bed and snagged your books—the wrong books—off the duvet, almost faux-reading them upside in all your hustle. The door creaked open lazily— your mother was clearly in no rush to catch the two of you lounging.

“Hey guys!” she cheered happily, stepping into the room. “Jimminey, what happened to your guys’s hair?”

The briefest pause sat in the room before Ethan blurted out, “Took the jeep for a ride, top down.”

“Ah,” your mother nodded, grinning. “Beautiful day for a ride. But jeez, that sun was hot! Eth, I think you got a little sunburned, your cheeks are all flushed.”

He gulped once and nodded slowly, forcing a tight smile on his reddening face.

“Honey, I thought you hated Shakespeare,” she chuckled, gesturing to The Taming of The Shrew settled in your lap. “And I thought you were reading Of Mice and Men?” she prodded further, pointing to the novel in Ethan’s hands.

Tense silence pressurized the air as you fumbled for an excuse.

“What is this, twenty questions?” you croaked, lifting a defensive hand in the air. “Book swap. Wanted to see what all the hype was about.”

Your mom gave you a funny look and pursed her lips. “Well alright,” she mumbled. “No need to get defensive. Anyway, there’s cherry pie downstairs if you two want some,” she offered before departing quietly down the hall.

You and Ethan shared a glance of disbelief and then smacked hands over giggling mouths.

“Well.”

“Want some cherry pie?” you laughed, raising a brow.

“Already got a slice.”

Idk if you're doing concepts on Lemon Boy but if you are can we please talk about Ethan and y/n losing their v card to each other? I think it's so cute how they're each others firsts 😭

+ “what would lemon boy & y/n’s first time be like? srry if this has already been asked- i absolutely love this series!“ “what would lemon boy and y/n’s first time be like?“, etc. 

BANANA BREAD | Part 1½ of the Lemon Boy Series

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“Like, right now right now?” Ethan asked with bulged eyes and a gaping space between his lips.

You had sat across from him on your bed, the duvet still tucked neatly underneath your plush pillows, two books scattered beside each of your crouched figures. You’d been enjoying the afterglow of a sun-kissed Fourth of July, sprawled on the comforter, the two of you reading your respective novels and, every so often, dragging a lazy hand over bare legs, through uncombed hair, down tanned backs. The sun had begun to dip below the horizon beyond your window, the walls of your room tinged orange and shadowy. You fidgeted with the sundress you’d worn that afternoon, fisting the material in your damp palms to rid yourself of the moisture collecting in your hands’ crevices and reminding you that you were, in fact, very, very nervous.

Ethan’s eyes darted to the hem of your skirt, wrinkled by your anxiety, and back to your eyes, your lips, and then your eyes once more. You hardly trusted your voice to carry any of the emotions you felt. You felt blissful, the best kind of sleepy, and want. Want, want, want. You’d been gazing at the impressive, built expanse of Ethan’s shoulders, the sculpted edge of his jaw, and the thick muscles of his legs for over an hour, with your eyes only ever flickering back to your book when he felt your dogged gaze. Your heart thundered in your chest each time his shirt rode up, exposing only a hairsbreadth of the bronzed skin and taut flesh of his midriff. Your mouth practically salivated each time his fingers flicked a page before he tucked his forearm beneath his head once more, bicep in full display. He was stunning even when he didn’t know it.

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can you do sleepy lazy sex with grayson ? 💕💕

The aroma of the blown out flannel candle still lingered in the air as Grayson’s arms draped lazily over your waist; the both of you still in a semi asleep state given that it was 2:15 am.

You cracked a small smile in your sleep, feeling Graysons’s finger lightly tracing shapes and random letters into the skin of your lower back, inching dangerously close to your panty line.

His eyes peeled open slightly, lids still heavy and under eyes baggy. “I know you’re awake. Your toes are moving.” Grayson always knew you were awake by even the smallest of movements. Whether it was tickling him with your toes or the feel of your breathing picking up when you were cuddled up behind him.

“Only slightly.”

He chuckled deeply, rolling over and pulling your body closer to his own, his body heat immediately warming you up, along with the not so subtle poke on your outer thigh. “I want you.” Breathing into your ear, you couldn’t help but to clench at his husky words.

“How bad?” You teased, turning so your back was against his chest, his lips falling to your neck and fingers tugging at the hem of your floral panties. He groaned against your lobe, wrapping his other hand around your neck and holding you close.

“So bad. I’m aching for you. I’ll even do all the work.”

“You know we don’t do that.” You whispered, tilting your head back so your lips could find his temple, pressing a soft kiss there. Even if you and Grayson were tired, or one more wore out than the other, neither of you would accept the other doing all the work. It was a 50/50 agreement you agreed on.

Even though sometimes Grayson wanted to just take the reigns and pound you into next week.

“You’re too good to me.” He hotly said against your ear, hand slipping beneath his t-shirt you plucked from his drawer and groping your breast, squeezing in a way that had your back arching, offering more of yourself to his needy fingers.

“C’mon Gray, need to feel you inside of me. I’m soaked just thinking about it.” A yawn escaped your lips after that sentence, obviously still exhausted from the day prior, but you’d never pass up the opportunity to have sex with your Adonis of a boyfriend.

Grayson moaned, his fingers trailing over your tummy and beneath your panties, fingers skimming over your damp lips, and you gasped, his head turning so he could capture your lips, lazy and sloppy kisses being shared between you both, his stubbly jaw rubbing against your own.

He slid your panties to the side, too lazy to take them fully off in that very moment. You felt empty once his fingers were gone, Grayson fumbling and cursing at the way his boxers weren’t corresponding with how fast his fingers were moving.

Once his boxers were at his knees and he was able to wiggle out of them, he gripped his rock hard member and guided just the tip inside, gripping your thigh and pulling your leg up and back over his hip so he could slip fully in until your ass cushioned his pelvis.

You moaned against his lips, walls immediately clamping down around him at how good it felt. Sex with Grayson was always wonderful no doubt, he was so thick and touched every crevice your inner body had to offer.

“You feel so good. So hot, tight, wet, mine.” His hips started to roll against you slowly, toes flexing as you could feel every vein and ridge in his cock. Grayson got off on your moans and whimpers, his hand finding your hair and pulling your head back so your moans could flow directly into his ear. “Say my name.”

Your hand reached to grip the side of his face, your lips still right by his ear, you whined out, “Grayson.”

“Again.” He stifled back a yawn, nails now digging into the skin of your thighs, pulling your leg back even further. The sleepy daze you were both in started to fade away, eyes peeling more open and adrenaline coursing through both of your veins.

“Gray-son!” A moan interrupted you, Grayson finding it too sexy for words to even describe. Abruptly he flipped your bodies over, your gaze now trained on the wall in front of you, your hips now moving up and down, holding onto Grayson’s hands for support.

“That’a girl. Ride me just like that.” Your head lolled back and your moans flooded the room, echoing and bouncing off of the plain walls and you silently prayed Ethan couldn’t hear, knowing he was still up playing Fortnite with god knows who.

You were riding Grayson so good, he stared at your spine as if it was the root of what was making you do this. The sex was lazy, slow and blissful, just how you liked it. Your hands placed themselves between his spread legs, slowing your hips to a grind back and forth across his lap.

He moaned at the sudden change, watching with hooded eyes as you flipped your hair over one shoulder, looking back and catching his eye. He could’ve came right there, that devilish look in your eye enough to make the vein around him throb with need.

“You’ll be the death of me, you know that yeah?”

“You started this.” Whining you clenched around him, a shout expelling from his chest and he slapped a hand down against the side of your ass. He sat up, pulling your back into his chest by your breasts, lips dropping kisses to your exposed shoulder.

“I did…and I intend on finishing…” Pausing he licked up to your neck, biting on the sensitive skin hard enough it made you yelp out, legs beginning to tremble signaling fatigue and your orgasm. “Making love to you is one of my favorite hobbies.”

“I love you.” Your head fell to his shoulder and you turned as best you could to try to get to his lips, but he could only peck the corner of your mouth, both of your eyes closing partially in pleasure but partially because you were both still really tired, despite the sex that was happening.

Grayson was the first to cum, hands moving to your hips as he dug his thumbs into your back, a little harsher than usual and more than likely leaving some tiny bruises in his wake. Quickies like this always made Grayson a little more handsy, which you didn’t mind.

After a string of moans and curse words were spilled into your ear followed by his high, you were next to come undone easily by getting triggered from his own. Your body halted immediately, trembling significantly when you released all over him. You stayed like that for a while, basking in each other’s presence while trying to kiss the best you could.

“Lie back baby. I’m not done with you yet.” It was as if you ignited a flame within him and your attention sprung back to life once he maneuvered you down to your back, spreading your legs and this time pulling your panties off, flinging them across the room without a care in the world.

It was clear Grayson had more in store as soon as his head dipped between your thighs, spreading your legs wide so his tongue could lap hungrily at your swollen clit, smirking at the way you immediately reached for the duvet above your head. It was a sight to see every time.

And surely if you weren’t awake before, you most definitely were now.

(I’ve mentioned this a long fucking time ago) but the fear factor clip of Grayson chugging that disgusting drink in two seconds flat ALWAYS reminds me of frat gray. He’s had a crush on you but hides it behind what you think is a cocky smile. He basically whines for you to join his beer pong team. He downs the drinks for you and you just stare at how quickly he chugs. You find yourself later in his cramped upstairs bathroom. You’re perched on the sink, his hands gripping your thighs as he +

+ stands between them, subtly grinding but not wanting to freak you out. He’s drunk but not a pushy asshole. his head is spinning and it could be from the alcohol or the feeling of satisfaction for finally landing the girl. He’s gripping but rubbing at your skin as he licks into your mouth. Your body pushing back against him. You both know what you’re doing and you’re suddenly both aware of the figure slamming the bathroom door open. It’s Ethan laughing his ass off once he realizes what +

+is going on. At least it looks like he’s laughing because he’s covering his mouth. Only his body is lurching forward in heaves and the pair of you suddenly realize again what’s happening. Grayson lifts you without any struggle as he rushes out of the room to let E throw up. He sets you down down the hall. Your back against the wall as Grayson giggles from above you. You’re laughing too but your eyes scan his crotch and realize this is no laughing matter. There’s another predicament to handle.

oh we really gonna do this…… and WITH BLONDE GRAY (just bc u said fear factor omfg)