dolan twins imagines

✧ detention - grayson

heyyyy

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"[y/n]! stop talking during my lesson!" mrs carter scolds. i slap the desk. "what! i wasn't talking!"

"then who was?"

"grayson!" i pointed to the schools fuckboy.

"is that so? well, detention for both!"

i folded my arms on the table and rested my face in them. "ughhhhhhh"

"guess we have detention together." grayson smirks, laying back in his chair.

"fuck you." i murmur.

- bell rings -

"alright everyone can go! except [y/n] and grayson!"

i slouch back down in my seat and grayson doesn't move.

"alright. i'll be right back." mrs carter said. she walked out our the room.

"stand up." grayson held a hand out for me, as he stood up.

"no. fuck you."

"stand. up." he said, more demanding. i rolled my eyes and put my hand in his. he pulled me up with pure strength.

"what do you want?" i asked. he grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled me up. as a reflex, i quickly held onto his back. i gave him a weird look.

he sat me on the table and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. i blushed. why was he being so cute?

"you know," he whispered in my ear, huskily. "i wanted us here... together."

i cocked my head. "lies."

"don't believe me?" his right eyebrow raised. i shook my head. "nah."

"okay then," he licked his lips.

he leaned in closer to my face, and placed his lips on mine. i didn't do anything, but he touched my inner thigh and i gasped, causing him to slip his tongue in my mouth.

i kissed back, realizing my defeat. i placed an arm around his neck, and explored his mouth.

grayson smirked. he placed his hand on my heat, and i froze. he started rubbing me through my pants, and i moaned inaudibly.

"go ahead, moan." grayson whispered, him placing kisses on my neck. i opened my eyes and i looked at the door. "grayson-n, what about the door?"

he sighs. he removes his hand from my area and looks me in the eyes. "we will finish this back at my place." he smirked.

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part two?