#that sat score is barely passing for math

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If this works and I don't have to take the tsi

I'm going to cry tears of joy

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SYNOPSIS ᯓ In your college math class, you’ve always seen Choso as the quiet, nerdy guy who kept to himself. He was the one with perfect grades and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. When your midterm grades don’t reflect your effort, you ask him to tutor you.

PAIRING ᯓ Tutor! NerdCho x fem! reader

WARNINGS ᯓ SMUT MDNI, college AU, VIRGIN CHOSO, tw: calculus </3, you take his virginity, you make him call you "good girl," you make him tutor you during it, lots of consent, unprotected piv sex, eye contact, sweet ending, fluff, PORN WITH PLOT, reader is very sweet with nervous shy Choso.

WORD COUNT ᯓ 6.0k

Your head rests in your hands, drowning out the noise of pens moving, glossing over the set of calculus problems sat in front of you. At this point you don’t know why you still try. You’ve failed every assignment so far, and the midterm went so horribly you had to physically go outside and touch grass to keep yourself from becoming too depressed about it.

Most of the class either had their heads in their phone or pretending to follow along, and then there’s Choso. You noticed him immediately, he was always on task, scribbling notes, glasses perched on his nose, he looked like the kind of guy who sleeps with a textbook under his pillow. It looked like math was as easy as breathing for him, and you couldn’t comprehend why someone would actually care about this stuff.

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Choso noticed you on day one, your hair perfectly blown out, pink manicured nails, coffee in hand, about 10 minutes late. He noticed even sooner that you struggled, the way you’d roll your eyes and cock your head back dramatically in the middle of an in-class assignment, or when you’d pull your laptop out to check your test scores just to sigh loud enough for everyone to hear.

You were exactly his type. Well, not that he had a type per se, and not that he’s ever so much as shook hands with the opposite sex, but you were too attractive for him not to like you. When you spoke up it made his heart stutter, the way you squinted your eyes and brows furrowed in concentration made his stomach flip, the perfume you wore blessing his lungs.

He knew you were never the type of girl to talk to him. Not when he overheard you talking with your friends outside the classroom about some party.

“I’m telling you, you need to go all out for this Halloween party. It’s gonna be crazy. What are you wearing?”

“Oh, I’ve got the perfect thing. A super slutty devil outfit. You know, a skirt, corset, fishnets.”

He nearly passed out visualizing you in that outfit, how your thighs would look restrained by fishnets, a corset that would cinch your waist dangerously thin and probably make your tits pop out, but he was in the middle of class, and he already told himself he’d stop getting boners in the middle of class.

It was too much for him, why did you have such a tight hold on his heart when you’d never speak to him? It just made his self-confidence dwindle, as if he couldn’t become more of a coward.

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It was about three weeks out from the final, and thank god these websites existed online that could tell you what you needed to score on the final to pass the class.

Unfortunately for you, you scored a measly 11/100 on the midterm, meaning you’d need at least 90/100 to pass the class with a 70%, and hell would freeze over before you taught yourself calculus topics well enough to score that high on the final.

It was a Monday, and you were feeling the aftermath of a Sunday darty a little too strongly. You might’ve slept in a bit too much, and honestly, you didn’t care. Attendance was a grade booster, and you weren’t about to let those free points slip through your fingers. You walked into class, hair a mess, dressed in the baggiest sweatpants and the most oversized hoodie you could find.

The second you stepped through the door you didn’t miss the way Choso’s eyes widened as they locked on your disheveled state. You barely spared him a glance as you shuffled to your seat, exhaling loudly in relief that you even made it here at all.

But, of course, the universe wasn’t quite done with you yet.

You reached for your bag, only to realize, fuck, you forgot your pens and pencils.

You giggled to yourself getting out of your seat and walking over to him.

“Can I bother you for a pen?” you asked, voice smooth and sweet, flashing him a playful puppy-dog look.

Choso’s face turned pink, and he immediately froze up. “U-um, yeah, of course.” His voice cracked, and you could practically hear his heart pounding in his chest. His posture straightened, like your words sent a jolt of electricity through him.

His hand trembled slightly as he handed you the nicest pen in his collection, like it was a prized possession.

You grinned, “Thanks!” Then, just as you were about to turn back to your desk, you stopped mid-step and spun around on your heel, catching him completely off guard.

Your eyes locked onto him again, serious expression on your face as he nearly jumped out of his seat. “Oh, wait. What did you get on the midterm?”

He fidgeted, averting his gaze and adjusting his glasses nervously. “Oh, uh.. 100.”

He said it like it was the most casual thing in the world. You raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Okay, genius.”

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For the next week after that, every time you entered the class Choso was always there first, so you spared him a smile and wave.

At first, he didn’t know you were even waving at him, looking behind him like there must be someone else more worthy of your attention, just to be met with the wall of windows behind where he sat, and you were, in fact, waving to him. He lifted his hand nervously, a timid smile curving his lips, waving back as you set your drink on your desk and prepared for another grueling lecture.

It was becoming more real, finals two weeks out, and you just failed every assignment last week, it was not looking good for you.

Until, a devilish smile spread across your face as an idea popped into your head, almost a physical light bulb appearing above your head because your scheme was just that great.

You had it all planned out. Step one, wear the thinnest, tightest, most revealing top you had. Step two, ask Choso to tutor you. How could it go wrong?

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It was just another normal day to Choso, or at least as normal as it could be when the girl he’d spent the last few months secretly pining for had started waving at him almost every day. That had become his new normal, and it still made his heart race every time.

But that day, you walked in, and everything changed.

You wore a pair of tight jeans and a button-up short-sleeved top that was a little too tight across the chest. The last button on your shirt barely held on, the fabric straining over the curve of your breasts, and he had to swallow to keep himself from completely losing it.

“Your name’s Choso, right?” you asked, voice sweet, eyes locked on his, and oh god, you looked so cute.

“Y-yeah,” he stammered, cheeks warming.

“Well, I was wondering...” you propped your hands on your knees, bending down to his level, but with the angle you were leaning, your tits were the first thing he saw rather than your face. His eyes shot to the floor. “Would you be willing to help tutor me so I can pass this final?”

You clasped your hands together in front of your chest, bottom lip jutting out as you tilted your head, looking at him with the kind of pleading gaze he couldn’t say no to. “Pleeaseee?”

And oh god, you were begging him. He could hardly breathe, his heart pounding so hard it might’ve leapt right out of his chest.

His face was a deep crimson, ears nearly exploding off his head, “U-um, sure, I-I can help.”

You smiled so brightly that it took all of his willpower not to melt. “Great! Thanks!” you cheered, jumping in excitement.

Shit, holy shit, when you jumped your boobs were bouncing right in his face. Brain short-circuiting, he had to look away, he had to. There was no way he could survive this.

Of course you noticed. “Here, put your number in my phone so I can text you later,” you winked.

He hesitatingly took your phone in his hand, fingers trembling.

All of this. All of this in one day?

First you waved at him, then you wore that outfit, and then you said you’ll text him? It was all over for him at this point. His life was officially over.

-----

It was late at night when you texted, the first text Choso had ever got from a non-family member.

“hey Choso, when can we start the tutoring?”

He kept typing out the message, deleting it, typing it out, deleting it, damn near 15 minutes go by before he actually responded.

“I’m free after class tomorrow if that works for you. I can meet you at the library or somewhere on campus.”

Your response coming almost immediately.

“i was thinking maybe we could do it at your dorm? quieter and more focused, you know?”

At his dorm? It was almost 1:00 AM and he was already cleaning.

“Uh, yeah, that works. My dorm is fine. I’ll text you when I get back.”

You flipped over in your bed, feet kicking in the air and giggling to yourself. Ugh, you loved making boys nervous. There was just something about Choso that made you want to corrupt him, smash his glasses with your heel and make him do your homework for the rest of his life.

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You spent all day in your room, holding different shirt options to your body in front of the mirror in anticipation of your first tutoring session. You really did need the help, but what girl didn’t want to look her best with her new male tutor?

You were so giddy about it you skipped all of your classes for the day, this was such an important event for you.

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You plucked at the hem of your shirt, dragging the fabric between your fingers as Choso flips through his notes. His dorm was neat, neater than you expected. His bed was all made, desk clean of clutter, trashcan empty, it made you giggle, actually. He did all this for you.

You grinned at him, “you look nervous.”

He adjusted his glasses, deadpanning you. “I’m not.”

You raised an eyebrow, tilting your head at him and squinting your eyes. “Right. So you’re just gripping that pen like it’s your last lifeline?”

Choso glanced down, loosening his grip slightly which made you smile. “Let’s just start. What’s the derivative of 3x cubed?”

You hummed, tapping your lips in exaggerated thought. “Mmm… seven?”

“No.” He replied flatly.

You laughed, leaning forward on his desk. “You’re cute when you’re annoyed.”

Choso paused for half a second, and you didn’t miss the way his jaw tenses.

He exhaled through his nose, ignoring your comment. “Try again.”

You stretched back in your chair, throwing your arms over your head. “God, this is so hard. My brain just doesn’t work like yours, y’know?”

Choso stares at you, expression unreadable as he flips to a new page in his notebook and scribbles something down, sliding it toward you.

You glance down. A problem is written out step by step, clear, easy to follow. For all his awkwardness, he’s patient. You expected him to break first.

“You know, Choso, I think you might actually be a good tutor.”

He quirked an eyebrow, “that was kinda the point.”

The first tutoring session played out like this, your impatience clashing with his steady calm, laced with sharp-edged banter. In the end, you did pick up a few things, one of them being that your new favorite pastime was making him tremble.

When the session finally wrapped up, you stretched, shirt riding up just enough to make his gaze snap to the desk. “Alright, I think that’s enough for today. I’d say I earned a lot,” you mused, voice thick with fake amusement.

Choso swallowed, not knowing if you meant calculus or something else entirely. “Uh, yeah. Just keep practicing.”

You shot him a lazy smile, telling him how good of a tutor he was and letting his name roll off your tongue. You knew what you did to him.

Later that night you sat in bed, laptop open and textbook in front of you, shooting him a text.

“why is math even a requirement for me. be fr rn. i just tried to do one problem and just stared at it for five minutes before giving up. i am beyond saving.”

“You are not beyond saving. You just need more practice.”

“nerd. okay but seriously, how do you not struggle at all? i bet you could do derivatives in your sleep.”

“I mean, probably. It’s just simple pattern recognition.”

“well the only pattern i recognize is me bombing every exam.”

“That’s why we’re tutoring, right? You’ll get it.”

“you have so much faith in me, it’s almost cute.”

Choso stared at his screen for way too long, rereading your words like they might change if he blinked enough. Cute. Him cute? Well, almost cute. But still. Cute.

“You’re not as hopeless as you think. Just need a better way to approach the problems.”

“aww lol u really care huh? so sweet :)”

He immediately regretted everything.

“Just get some sleep.”

He hesitated before sending another text. He really, really shouldn’t do it.

“Good night.”

Stupid, why would he send that?

“goodnight, Choso <3”

He hadn’t even realized he was holding his breath until he let out a shaky exhale. His heart hammering in his chest, fingers gripping the phone so tightly he thought it might crack.

He cursed under his breath, forcing himself to set the phone down. But he didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. His thoughts racing, a chaotic swirl of “she’s teasing” and “she’s just being nice” then “no, she’s probably messing with me.”

But what if you weren't?

His heart skipped as he tried to lie still, the faintest tremble in his legs and hands betraying his calm exterior. He squeezed his eyes shut, sweat beading on his forehead, heat creeping up his neck, skin burning with embarrassment.

You idiot. Why did you say anything?

The words “good night” had felt like an eternity before he hit send, and now that it was done he couldn’t help but question everything.

He grabbed his chest, clutching it like he could contain the frantic rhythm of his pulse. Was he too forward? Too weird?

God, this is so stupid.

But he remembered how you smiled earlier, how you looked at him like you wanted to keep going. That thought alone was enough to make his heart beat faster. He groaned into his pillow, clenching his fist around the sheets, unsure of how much longer he could survive this.

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Today was your second tutoring session with Choso, looking forward to it because you knew the chaos you were about to stir.

It wasn’t just the subject that had you on edge, it was the way he made you feel when he tried so hard to maintain his composure, and how cute he looked when you knocked him off balance.

You picked out a low-cut top that left just enough to the imagination. The black fabric clung to your body, outlining every curve, and the thin straps only accentuated the subtle shift in your posture as you moved. Paired with denim shorts that were just a liiitle too short for your liking.

Oh you were definitely going to enjoy this.

When you arrived at his dorm, he greeted you at the door, eyes widening just a fraction as they flicked to your outfit. His face flushed and he nervously cleared his throat.

“Hey,” you greeted, casually walking in and trying your best to act nonchalant, the little smile tugging at the corner of your lips betraying you. “So… what are we doing today?”

His voice was a little too strained. “Uh, w-we’re going over limits and derivatives,” he darted his eyes around the room. “You, uh… you ready?”

You couldn’t help but notice how stiff he was, how his posture was unnaturally rigid like he was trying not to make any sudden movements. His eyes kept flicking up and down between your face and anywhere else on your body, his gaze lingering too long on your chest, hands twitching at his sides.

You raised an eyebrow as you took a seat, smiling at him so warmly you looked like a beautiful renaissance painting. And Choso tried so hard not to look at you directly, his fingers shaky as they reached for his textbook.

You leaned forward, making sure to get just a bit closer than necessary, your bare knee brushing against his as you settled in. You watched how he stiffened, body going tense as if he were holding himself together by sheer willpower.

“You look distracted,” you quipped, and oh, you just looked so pretty, sitting so close to him, hair framing your face perfectly, long lashes fluttering in his direction like you didn’t know what you did to him.

He blushed again, immediately averting his stare. His words stammered as he tried to focus. “N-no, I’m not distracted! Just trying to make sure I can explain this correctly.”

You bit your lip, savoring the moment. Watching him squirm under your teasing felt way too good. You really liked this.

“I’m sure you’ll do fine.” You said it with a mischievous glint in your eyes, turning your body to face him more directly and leaning in, hands in your lap so your arms accidentally pushed your boobs together. “I think I’m distracting you.”

You could practically feel the sweat beading his hairline. His voice cracked when he spoke, “No! I’m fine, I-I can do this.”

He cleared his throat again, turning the pages of his textbook with a little more force than necessary. Without thinking, you reached your arm forward, one of your elbows accidentally brushing against his arm as you reached for the textbook.

You don’t know if he actually gasped or you just fantasized that.

His hand landed clumsily on your thigh, just below the hem of your shorts. His fingers were warm, thick, long, you could feel his pulse beneath his skin, fast and erratic. His eyes were wide, mouth agape staring at his hand like it just committed a heinous crime. You had to fight to keep your expression neutral, but a part of you want to grab his hand to keep it there as he drew away.

“Uh!” He stammered, yanking his hand away so quickly it felt like he burned himself. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean- I wasn’t-”

You smiled, leaning back casually. “It’s fine. Really,” you said, your voice sweet like honey. “You can touch me anytime.”

As if his blush couldn’t get any deeper, his mouth opened to say something but the words seemed to fail him as he returned fumbling with the pages of his textbook. Hands even more jittery than before.

You sighed, humming to yourself, taking in the sight of his discomfort with an unrelenting smile. He’s so cute when he’s flustered.

The tutoring session stretched on longer than either of you expected, filled with more awkward moments and persistent tension. But despite the longing glances and missteps, you could kind of understand unit 1. Progress. A small victory.

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It was the morning before your final, and your bed felt like the only thing worth living for. The world outside was bustling and you couldn’t care less. You tossed and turned, half-heartedly kicking off your blankets and throwing your pillows across the room as if it were the source of all your problems. Maybe if I break the pillow, you thought in a daze, I’ll magically forget I have to study.

The snooze button was your best friend but it wasn’t doing you any favors today. You were stuck in a loop of staring at the ceiling and wishing for the sweet release of sleep, but even then, your mind couldn’t settle. Your brain refusing to focus on anything other than the thought of seeing Choso later. It shouldn’t have been that exciting, but you were feeling a little giddy. Maybe it was his nervous, earnest energy, or how adorably flustered he always got around you. Whatever it was, you had to admit: you were looking forward to tutoring today… just not the actual studying part.

As you got yourself ready for the day, your phone buzzed, and it was a message from Choso.

“Ready for tutoring?”

You stared at it for a while. You really didn’t want to study. But the thought of seeing him so pliant, of making him fidget like he always did, was enough to pull you out of your pit of dread.

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You barely looked at your notes, instead keeping your gaze on him. You pouted, jutting out your bottom lip, not bothering to hide the irritation building inside of you.

“I don’t wanna do this,” you groaned, slouching and folding your arms. “Can’t I just not? I mean what’s the point?”

Choso hesitated, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “I- well, I think it would help if we just focused a little longer. You’ve made progress.”

But that didn’t help your mood. You puffed out your bottom lip even more. “Ugh, no. I don’t wanna,” you whined, catching his eyes with yours, watching him fumble with the pen in his hands.

You extended an arm, resting your hand on the nape of his neck playing with the stray hairs that fell from his buns. “Come on, Choso. Tell me I’ve been a good girl today. I deserve it for actually showing up.”

He froze, breath hitching. There was a moment of silence before he pushed his glasses up. “I-I… You’ve been good,” he mumbled.

You tilted your head at him, still twirling his hair between your fingers. “No, I’ve been a good girl, right?”

His lips parted, looking at you shyly when you began tracing circles on his upper back with your nails, causing a shiver to visibly run through his body. “Yes… you’ve been a- a good girl.”

You smiled softly at him. “Thanks, Cho, but I really don’t wanna study today,” you said, voice melodious.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, cut off from whatever else he was going to say when you stood from your chair, throwing a leg over his lap and straddling him.

“W-we need to study,” he said, expression pure as he looked at you, he really had no choice to, you took up his entire vision, nonetheless sat on his lap. Your breasts were squished against his hard chest, your erect nipples poking from your shirt, which he saw you wore no bra.

“Chooo,” you said in a sing-songy voice, bringing your glossed lips inches away from his. “If you really wanna study that bad then fine, but I deserve a reward.”

“A-a reward-”

You brought your lips to his in a sweet, delicate kiss, testing the waters. He halted for a beat before returning the kiss, not knowing exactly what he’s supposed to be doing and accidentally using way too much teeth.

You couldn’t help but giggle, wrapping your arms around his suspiciously broad shoulders, momentarily breaking the kiss. “Jeez, you work out or something?” You asked, leaning back to eye him as your hands traveled his shoulders, squeeze his biceps, caress his chest.

“U-um,” he didn’t have time to respond before you kissed him again. This time, your lips parted to lick his, grazing your teeth over his bottom lip before bringing it into your mouth to lightly bite it. He groaned in response, instinctively bringing his hands up to rest modestly high on your back.

You hummed into his mouth, retracting your hands to guide his, helping him to find purchase on your ass. “You can touch me, Cho,” you said gently, moving your hips higher on his lap.

He nearly whimpered feeling your body weight on his erection, involuntarily squeezing you as your hips grind on his, planting wet kissing along his jaw and neck.

You laughed to yourself, he was so adorable like this. He had no idea what to do, no idea how to kiss, where to put his hands. It was so precious, and it made the heat in your center burn even more.

“Take my shirt off,”

“A-are you sure? I mean, we need to-”

“Pleeeaseee, Cho?” You gave him that pout again, that look with wide, sad eyes that he couldn’t resist. Your existence just made this a losing game for him, and his palms were already sweaty peeling the fabric off your body, letting out a shaky inhale at the sight of your pert nipples, rotund breasts that were just begging him to touch.

“You- you’re beautiful,” he said under his breath, unable to take his gaze away from your bare body before him, he could tell your skin was delicately soft without even touching it.

“You really think so?” A brush spread across your cheeks, your arousal soaking your panties watching him completely awestruck. “You can touch them, it’s okay.”

He cupped your breasts with either hand, kneading them and letting the tissue pillow between his fingers in his grasp.

“Put one in your mouth,” your voice was so sweet, so sugary guiding him through the normal bouts of foreplay.

And he did just that, lowering his head to meet your breasts and sucking so tactfully like you were a precious heirloom that’d break if he was too rough.

“You can be more rough, I’m okay, I promise.” He looked up at you questionably, before he used the flat of his tongue in long strokes over your nipple, taking his time to relish in this moment, savoring the taste of your skin on his tastebuds. He used the tip of his tongue to toy with your nipple, drawing shapes on it which only made you arch your back into him, threading your fingers in his hair.

He just kept going at it, switching between them making sure they both got the same love before you had to tell him to stop, the teasing stimulation making you so antsy sitting on his clothed cock.

You removed his shirt next, revealing his chiseled chest and abs, your mouth watering at the sight. You licked stripes up his neck, sucking on his pulse points and biting as he melted under you. You’d give him a bite, smooth it over with your tongue, plant kisses on it, then give him a hickey.

By the end of this he’d be littered with them, marked as yours.

Your bare breasts on his skin was making him feral, he never in a million years thought this was how he’d spend the end of his sophomore year in college. He thought he’d have to pay someone in order to lose his virginity, probably spend the rest of his life alone as his awkwardness made it impossible to talk to women. But here you were, half-naked and gyrating your hips on his erection. Let alone a woman as beautiful as you, someone he fell in love with the moment you opened your lips for him.

“Should we study, Cho?” You ask, looking up at him from where you left traces of yourself on his body.

“Uh, s-study?” His breath was nearly gone, lost in thought about how he had to be the luckiest man in the world to somehow sign up for the same math class as you.

“Yeah,” you planted a kiss on the corner of his mouth. “We can start studying now,” you began getting off his lap, and he was trying to devise a plan on how to get through a tutoring session with the ache in his pants, that was until you slipped your shorts off, panties landing on the floor with them.

Oh.

Oh.

When you straddled him again, your slick arousal was already forming a spot on his pants.

“U-um,” he stuttered, pushing up his glasses. His blush started at his appled cheekbones, ending somewhere his happy trail ran under his pants. Somewhere you were so desperate for. “I thought, you wanted to-”

“We’ll study,” you said, caressing his muscled form, using your nail to trace down his chest, then his abs. “Is it okay if I unbutton your pants?”

He bobbed his head up and down almost frantically, his mouth drooling at you fully naked, fully naked on top of him. He pinched the underside of his leg to make sure this wasn’t a dream, his head had been spinning from the moment you touched him.

You deftly unbuttoned his pants, unzipping and letting him shimmy his way out of them. You palmed the very large erection over his boxers, running your hands up and down his length. His head dropped forward, having to suck in breaths to avoid whining like a virgin when you haven’t even touched skin yet. Your fingers were so delicate yet your grip on him was firm, working him over the cloth that covered his most sensitive area and toying with his leaking tip, letting a wet spot appear under the waistband of his boxers.

It was then that you popped his cock out, eyeing the veins that ran up and down his length, his nearly crimson tip, swollen in hopeless desire for release. His balls were so tight, you massaged them with one hand as the other started jerking him slowly, almost painfully. You brought your lips to his again, absorbing all of his whimpers in your mouth and kissing back with addiction.

He tasted sweet, his luscious lips and wet tongue saccharine on your tastebuds. He was so addictive. A man so flexible under your insatiable presence, you removed his glasses and pushed his bangs out of his face, beautiful chestnut brown eyes that looked at you with so much love and desire.

You lifted your hips, “I’m gonna put it in now, okay?”

He nodded intensely, eyes locked on yours with his brows barely pinched together when you teased his tip, running it between your slick and spreading your wetness all over. He was practically pleading you with his eyes, not able to say a word as he let you take the lead.

You sunk down on him slowly, letting him feel all of you and the way your tight walls stretched for his thickness so perfectly, it was like you were made for him.

“Ngh­- what is it- fuck- that we need to study?” You asked, breathless, dumbstruck when you bottomed out, his tip poking your cervix as you sat, unmoving.

He stilled for a moment, hesitating in the other-worldly pleasure your pussy offered. You broke him out of his spell when you skimmed your thumb lightly over his cheek, bringing his attention back to reality.

“I-integrals,” he spluttered. “You need to learn- mmh- integrals.”

You started moving your hips slowly mid-sentence, an unhurried tempo so you could watch how he breaks for you.

“Mmm, start explaining it.” You grabbed his hands that gripped the armrests of his chair, bringing them back to your ass, his grip tightening immediately, squeezing the fat firmly with his rough hands.

“Integrals are- hah- the opposite of- hngh-”

“Mhm? Opposite of?” You were sweating, willing yourself to keep a languid tempo and not fuck him how you wanted. He was a virgin after all, and one that was so smitten with you, you loved dragging it out, loved the attention he gave you.

“Th-they’re the opposite of- of derivatives,” his grasp on you only tightening, it was aching, throbbing inside you as you tenderly lowered your hips each time, slowly feeling him getting harder and harder, it was a battle with himself not to cry out.

You leaned in close, your hands cradling his face like he was some delicate artwork, “you’re so big inside me,” you brought your lips to his. He was in a total state of catatonia, your walls milking him with each descent, a puddle of your arousal and his pre drenching the curls at his base. “Aren’t you, Cho?”

You just held his face in your hands, he was so angelic when he was fucked out, bangs sticking to his forehead that you move out of the way for him, skimming your thumbs over his cheeks, a sheen of sweat coating his face.

“A-and,” he began, the grasp he had on your body frantic as he took in more of you, filling his palms with your curves and spreading you wide for him in attempt to feel more. He loved you so much in this moment, he wished he could live inside your skin. “They’re the- the total- mmpf- accumulation over an interval.”

“You’re so sexy when you- ugh- explain things,” you sped up the tempo slightly, just barely, but enough to heighten the carnality, enough to tighten the coil in your abdomen. “Give me an example.”

He was completely hunched over, his head resting on your shoulder as you worked your hips. He was barely able to form a coherent thought let alone do math.

“U-uh, an example?” He huffed out.

“Mhm, give me an example baby.”

“The integral of- haah- x is x squared over 2.” His face was contorted, lips sucked in, brows pinched tightly, nose scrunched as he wallowed in the pleasure, how you only seemed to get more wet the more time that passed, his multiple releases of pre making your entrance so slick, so easy for you to slide up and down his length.

“Cho,” you looked at him with big eyes, grasping his forearm. “Cum with me, touch me here,” you brought his hand to your clit, showing him a circling motion with his thumb.

“Here?” he asked breathlessly, almost jumping out of his skin at the thought of making you cum with his fingers and cock.

“Yes, mmm, just like that, more pressure,” you coached him.

His thumb was circling your clit now, adding the pressure that you pleaded for. His other hand rested lovingly at your back, and you bounced rapidly on him, your thighs slapping his with each fall of your hips. Your hands gripped his shoulders for support, his muscled physique flexing under you as he climbed closer to climax.

You both reach your breaking point at the same time, maintaining eye contact over clouded vision. Your walls milked him for all he had and more, body quivering as you bellowed deeply, all of the stress and tension leaving your body being stretched by his thick length, no choice but to hit your g-spot because of his size. He worked you through it, urgently rubbing you with his thumb while he squeezed his eyes shut, twitching violently inside you releasing his rich seed, no doubt entering your womb.

You both came down from your high together too, foreheads resting as you caught your breath, his dick refusing to go flaccid as you sat still on it.

“Cho,” you looked up at him, tears pricking your eyes and smudging your makeup. “I want to be with you,” you pleaded.

He looked at you so worryingly yet so tenderly, he put a hand at the back of your head, bringing you to his chest so he could hold you close.

“I want to be with you too.” He added.

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You took the final the next day, then found yourself sitting on Choso’s dorm room floor with the final grades one click away. Your finger hovered over the screen before finally tapping, the number appearing in bold.

38/100

Silence.

Choso, ever the supportive boyfriend, started gently, “it’s okay, babe, I’ll help you study next ti-”

“LET’S GOOO!” You shouted, pumping your fists in the air like you’d just won the lottery.

He flinched at your sudden outburst, staring at you like you’d completely lost your mind. “Wait, what?”

“I did better than last time!” You grinned, spinning to face him.

His brows lifted in disbelief, mouth opening then closing. You still failed terribly.

Before he could find the words, you launched yourself at him, arms wrapping around his neck. “You can still tutor me!”

He let out a small, helpless laugh, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. He sighed, pressing his hands tighter.

“I’ll always tutor you.”

A/N: i'm just sitting here giggling at this because choso really is a horrible tutor. like reader girl already had no hopes, but he just let her ride him instead of studying the DAY BEFORE the final... but this is smut, and the integral of x is actually (x^2/2)+C

[amirawrah]

✩The Softest Victory

with MICHAEL OLISE⭐︎REQUESTED BY ANON!

synopsis: Michael wins the Bundesliga, but the real victory is celebrating it with you—first at home, then with the team, and finally in a quiet hotel room where it all sinks in.

You found him on the edge of the couch, hoodie half-off one shoulder, thumb between his teeth.

He’d barely said a word in the last ten minutes.

The Bayer Leverkusen match was playing on the TV, volume slightly too high. Michael’s eyes didn’t leave the screen—every pass, every foul, every whistle made him flinch. Bayern had already played their match earlier in the day. Handled business. But the math still came down to this. A Leverkusen draw, or loss, would hand Bayern the title.

You padded into the room with a bowl of popcorn you knew he wouldn’t touch and nudged his knee.

“Babe,” you said softly. “You’re biting your nails.”

He didn’t respond. Just let out a shaky sigh and leaned forward like getting closer to the screen would somehow will the match in Bayern’s favor.

You dropped the popcorn on the table and slid onto the couch beside him, curling your legs under yourself. His knee was bouncing. The nerves were practically vibrating off of him.

“Michael.” You nudged him again, this time resting your head against his shoulder. “You do realize you already did your part, right?”

He exhaled again. “I know. But still... if they score now... it’s over.”

“You’ll still have more chances—”

“I want it tonight.”

That made you smile.

You’d watched him grind all season—travel, training, pressure, adjustment. The move to Bayern had been huge, and he didn’t talk about it much, but you knew how badly he wanted to prove himself. How hard he worked. How much he wanted to lift that trophy.

You reached up, threading your fingers through his locs, grounding him a little. “So if they draw?”

He glanced sideways at you, eyes flickering with hope. “We win the league.”

You tilted your head. “And if they lose?”

He smirked faintly, eyes flicking back to the screen. “We really win the league.”

You snuggled into his side, whispering, “Then I’m manifesting the driest, most boring nil-nil ending possible.”

He chuckled under his breath. “I’ll take it.”

Seconds passed. Then minutes. Leverkusen missed a big chance and Michael clutched his head, falling back against the couch like he’d just been shot.

“Why are they attacking like they need the three points?” he groaned.

You kissed his shoulder. “Deep breaths, champ.”

The word champ made his lips twitch, but he didn’t argue.

The final whistle blew after what felt like a lifetime.

Draw. 1-1.

You sat up first.

Michael blinked at the screen, stunned. Then slowly turned to look at you, mouth slightly open.

“…That’s it,” you whispered.

“Wait—” He grabbed the remote, flicking through post-match stats like he needed triple confirmation. The “Live Table” updated right before your eyes.

Bayern: Champions.

You tackled him before he could even react.

“YOU DID IT!” you screamed, half-laughing, half-crying. “Oh my God, Michael!”

He wrapped his arms around you instantly, burying his face in your neck as his breath hitched. “I can’t believe it,” he mumbled.

You pulled back, hands cupping his face. “Believe it. Bundesliga champ, right here in my living room.”

He let out a breathy laugh, leaning in to kiss you. “We need champagne.”

You grinned. “You’re lucky I already put a bottle in the fridge this morning. Just in case.”

He blinked. “Really?”

You shrugged, smug. “I had a feeling.”

Michael stared at you for a second, then shook his head and pulled you into his lap. “I love you.”

You kissed his jaw. “I love you more, champion.”

Your quiet little living room turned into the most important trophy celebration in the world.

The champagne cork had barely popped before Michael’s phone started buzzing.

FaceTime from Jamal. Then Serge. Then Phonzy. Then the team group chat lit up with voice notes, emojis, and wild celebration videos from every corner of Munich.

You’d barely gotten dressed when Michael pulled you into the closet, grinning wide. “They’re throwing a party tonight. Whole team. Wags too. You coming, right?”

You blinked, halfway through applying lip gloss. “You really think I’d miss your title party?”

He kissed your shoulder. “Didn’t wanna assume.”

An hour later, you were stepping out of a black car into the soft, golden glow of the venue. Music pulsed low in the background, tables were draped in red and gold, and a massive “CHAMPIONS” banner waved against the skyline.

The second Michael stepped in, all hell broke loose.

“AYYYYEEE—CHAMP IS HERE!” Alphonso yelled, pulling him into a bear hug so hard his backwards cap flew off. Kimmich poured him a shot before he even finished shaking hands with Thomas Müller. The DJ shouted his name over the mic and cheers erupted as the champagne bottles popped like confetti.

You stood to the side for a second, watching it all with your heart full. Your boyfriend—quiet, intense, private—was beaming. Laughing. Letting his teammates slap his back and pull him into photos.

Then his eyes found yours across the room.

That familiar softness flickered.

He excused himself from the crowd and walked over to you, tucking a curl behind your ear. “You look perfect.”

You smirked, leaning into him. “And you look like a title winner.”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s because I am.”

The night went on in waves: toasts, dancing, speeches, photos. You fed him a strawberry off the dessert bar and the table behind you whooped like it was a goal celebration. Somewhere around midnight, Michael pulled you to dance with him.

You weren’t a flashy dancer. Neither was he. But the way his hands slid to your waist, the way he looked at you like the party blurred into silence—it made the whole room disappear. You pressed your forehead to his and swayed while confetti rained down like snow.

“Still feels a little unreal,” he murmured in your ear.

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “You earned every second of this.”

He kissed you then. Not rushed or showy, just slow and full. Like he was remembering the quiet living room moment from hours before. Like he was dancing with his best friend, his girl, the one who watched him hope, worry, and win.

And in the middle of the music and champagne and roaring teammates, you whispered the truth into his shoulder:

“I’ve never been prouder of you.”

The hotel room he had booked - cause it was too late to go home - was quiet except for the soft rustle of your dress as you stepped out of your heels. Your feet ached, your throat was dry from laughing, and your cheeks still burned from all the pictures. But none of it mattered.

Because he was sitting at the edge of the bed, hoodie on now, locs a little damp from the champagne shower earlier. Michael glanced over his shoulder at you, a lazy, crooked smile tugging at his lips.

“Come here.”

You didn’t need to be asked twice. You walked over and slid into his lap, the room smelling faintly of his cologne and confetti still stuck to the back of his neck.

“Did you have fun?” you whispered, your arms draped around his shoulders.

He nodded, resting his forehead against your chest. “Yeah. But this is the best part.”

You smiled softly, fingers brushing through his damp locs. “What, sitting in a dark hotel room with sore legs?”

“Sitting here with you,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering shut. “Everything feels right when I’m with you.”

You leaned back a little, your nose scrunching in amusement. “You always get so soft after wins.”

He smiled. “Only with you.”

The room went quiet again. You could still hear faint music from the streets below—honking, cheering, someone blasting Bayern chants—but it all felt like background noise now. He curled his arms around your waist, holding you like he didn’t want the night to end. Like winning wasn’t real until he shared the stillness with you.

You kissed the top of his head. “You know what I loved most tonight?”

“Hm?”

“Watching you let go. Be celebrated. You deserve that.”

He looked up at you then, eyes a little glossy but calm. “You know what I loved most?”

You blinked. “What?”

He tugged you closer, like it was obvious. “That every time I looked around, you were there.”

Your heart thudded a little louder.

You cupped his jaw, brushed your thumb across the curve of his cheekbone, and kissed him. Not rushed or urgent—just soft and certain. He sighed into it, the kind of sigh that came from peace.

The medals, the lights, the chants—they were beautiful.

But this? This was everything.

[chronicallycouchbound]

Intelligence Doesn't Equal Morality

Intellect is rooted in ableist systems and stupidity and intelligence are pointless social constructs that don't relate to morals or character.

I try to be a pretty good person, I fight for human rights, I regularly engage in mutual aid, and I care for my community. I try to do the right thing and support causes I care about and make positive changes in the world.

But I also am not very smart. I have several neurodevelopmental disorders, as well as cognitive disabilities. I can’t do simple, basic math, it’s hard for me to remember facts or algorithms, I rely entirely on spellcheck and speech-to-text to write, I failed many classes in high school and I barely passed with a low GPA, I had low pSAT scores and I never took the SATs. I moved around a lot all through school starting in third grade, and I missed a lot of basic fundamentals in learning (like how to do division and multiplication) so when I went to a different school they had already passed it and expected me to know. After my TBI, I could barely read AFTER I was cleared from my “concussion” symptoms because letters and words would flip around and I’d get headaches. Which still happens sometimes.

A lot of people see me as smart because I've learned a lot of academic language and can formulate thoughts into cohesive posts. But I lack a lot of necessary skills and rely on my caretakers to assist me. Things like budgeting and planning are extremely difficult for me. If I need to do simple addition or subtraction, even with a calculator, I quickly get confused and struggle. I forget basic information about myself all the time, let alone other subjects. I'm talking, has to check my ID for my birthday type confused. Doesn't know my name or address or what year it is confused. It happens daily, sometimes multiple times a day. Being able to type out posts like this often takes weeks and many adaptive tools to get there. Focusing is extremely difficult on many fronts, severe chronic pain, ADHD, dissociation, fatigue, migraines, and TBI, are just some of the contributing factors. I struggle daily with many things because of my lack of intellect.

I’m also privileged in the fact that I had some access to education as a homeless youth, that I had some supports in place to help me (towards the end of school), that I was somewhat able-bodied at the time and could walk or bike to and from school when the school system didn’t provide transportation. I was fortunate to have a chance to succeed, and I’m proud that I graduated high school because it was a difficult task for me, and others often aren’t offered that chance or get accommodations. I almost didn’t and I dropped out many times before graduation. I passed on sheer luck and what little privileges I had. 

That all being said, me being stupid (reclaiming it here) doesn't make me a bad person. I don't hurt people because I can't do math. I may mess up things or get confused but it doesn't make me want to harm others.

We often (wrongfully) equate morals with intellect. Being ‘stupid’, ‘dumb’, or an ‘idiot’ doesn’t automatically make someone a bad person. Plenty of evil, awful, and abusive people are extremely intelligent. 

I see this most notably with people advocating for IQ tests to be able to vote. Often from left-leaning people, in hopes it'll make the right (that they view as unintelligent), unable to vote. The reality is, it just hurts some of our most vulnerable members of the community while not actively doing anything to restrict some of the most dangerous members of our community-- those who know what they're doing to harm others and deliberately doing so. My voice matters, and I speak up against injustice and participate in dismantling oppressive systems. Taking away my right to vote won't make the right stop oppressing minorities (which also puts a lot of faith into the two-party voting system, which is a post for another day).

Additionally, legislative measures that discriminate against intellectually disabled people such as IQ tests for voting are also rooted in racism and classism. 

Yes, education can be a vital tool when it comes to addressing discrimination and creating safer communities. But the kind of education that is measured with an IQ test (or any test) isn't the same. Building compassion and caring for others can (and should) happen at any IQ level. We can all practice this, we can all participate.

It harms our communities and stagnates our progress when we equate intelligence with high morals.

[lovelivelaygh1324]

Golden Retriever in Cleats, Grumpy Genius in Glasses - Lamine Yamal x Reader

Lamine Yamal sat across from his coach in the small, dimly lit office at Barcelona’s training center, his legs swinging slightly under the chair as he nervously fiddled with the hem of his jersey. His usual bright smile was nowhere to be found today, replaced with a more serious expression. Coach Xavi’s eyes, normally filled with admiration for the young star, were now focused on the piece of paper in front of him—Lamine’s recent grades.

“Lamine,” Xavi began, his voice firm but not unkind. “You know I’m proud of you on the field. You’re doing incredible things for this club, but... this?” He gestured to the paper, his eyebrow raised. “This is a problem.”

Lamine glanced at the sheet, where his math and literature grades were barely passing, and his history grade was teetering dangerously close to failure. He winced, running a hand through his messy curls, avoiding eye contact.

“I know, coach. I’ve been… busy,” he mumbled, his voice losing some of its usual cheer.

“Busy? You think the world’s going to wait for you to get your grades up just because you’re scoring goals and winning games?” Xavi leaned back, crossing his arms. “Listen, I get it. You’re a superstar on the pitch. But if you want to stay here, if you want to keep wearing that Barcelona jersey, you need to show me that you can handle everything that comes with being a professional. That includes your studies.”

Lamine’s heart sank. He hated disappointing people, especially Xavi, who had been nothing but supportive since his rise to fame. But still, he couldn’t help feeling the weight of the pressure. The pressure to be the perfect player, the perfect student, the perfect everything.

“Look,” Xavi softened, his voice becoming more patient, “I’m not saying you need to be a straight-A student. But you need to pass. You need to show up to your classes, pay attention, and put in the effort. Understand?”

Lamine nodded, his fingers still picking at his jersey, embarrassed by how out of control things had gotten. “I’ll do better. I promise. I just… I guess I didn’t realize how much school stuff I was missing with everything going on.”

“You’re not alone, kid,” Xavi said with a chuckle. “We’ve got people here who can help you. But you’re going to have to put in the work. And that starts now.” He paused, a small grin tugging at his lips. “We’ve arranged for a tutor to help you catch up. I’m sure you’ll like her. She’s one of the best, even if she’s a little… difficult.”

Lamine’s brow furrowed. “Difficult?”

Xavi shrugged. “Let’s just say she’s got a bit of an attitude. But you’ll be fine. She won’t go easy on you, and maybe that’s what you need.”

Lamine’s stomach twisted, his mind already racing. He didn’t like the sound of that. He was used to things coming easy—soccer, fame, friends—but school? That was a whole different ball game.

“Well, I guess I’ll see how difficult she is,” Lamine muttered, feeling the nerves bubble in his stomach.

Xavi smiled, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Oh, you will.”

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(Y/N)’s POV

As soon as she stepped into the library, her face twisted into an expression of annoyance. Her eyes scanned the room, but of course, he wasn’t there yet. Lamine Yamal was late, on his first lesson, it was driving her insane.

Her fists clenched, her fingers itching to smack him upside the head. How did he manage to be so annoying, and she hadn’t even met him yet. She couldn’t decide whether it would be his adorable face or his persistent arrogance that irked her more. Probably both.

But no, she reminded herself, calm down. This was for extra credit, for her future—totally worth it.

Just act like you don’t want to murder him. You can do this.

She shoved her books onto the table with a little more force than necessary, setting up with dramatic precision. The thudding sound of her heavy textbooks breaking the silence felt satisfying. She pulled her hair back, adjusting her glasses, and settled into her seat, giving the empty chair across from her a pointed glare.

Minutes ticked by. Then, finally, she heard it—the sound of someone rushing in, footsteps loud enough to make the whole room vibrate. She looked up, a sigh escaping her lips. There he was: Lamine Yamal, the walking cliché.

He entered in a rush, clearly flustered, with a Barcelona soccer shirt clinging to his toned body, a bag over his shoulder, a bottle of water shoved inside, and a soccer ball hanging out of the side. He looked… well, he looked exactly like the kind of person you'd expect to wear a Barcelona shirt. The whole "I’m popular, and everyone loves me" thing was practically radiating off him.

And then there was that smile. His slightly crooked grin—utterly charming, as if he didn't even try—was enough to make hearts melt.

Except hers. Not hers.

Great. Just great. She thought, rolling her eyes as he caught her gaze. This is gonna be a nightmare.

(Y/N)’s POV

As soon as she stepped into the library, her face twisted into an expression of annoyance. Her eyes scanned the room, but of course, he wasn’t there yet. Lamine Yamal was late, once again. And, as usual, it was driving her insane.

Her fists clenched, her fingers itching to smack him upside the head. How did he always manage to be so annoying? She couldn’t decide whether it was his adorable face or his persistent arrogance that irked her more. Probably both.

But no, she reminded herself, calm down. This was for extra credit, for her future—totally worth it.

Just act like you don’t want to murder him. You can do this.

She shoved her books onto the table with a little more force than necessary, setting up with dramatic precision. The thudding sound of her heavy textbooks breaking the silence felt satisfying. She pulled her hair back, adjusting her glasses, and settled into her seat, giving the empty chair across from her a pointed glare.

Minutes ticked by. Then, finally, she heard it—the sound of someone rushing in, footsteps loud enough to make the whole room vibrate. She looked up, a sigh escaping her lips. There he was: Lamine Yamal, the walking cliché.

He entered in a rush, clearly flustered, with a Barcelona soccer shirt clinging to his toned body, a bag over his shoulder, a bottle of water shoved inside, and a soccer ball hanging out of the side. He looked… well, he looked exactly like the kind of person you'd expect to wear a Barcelona shirt. The whole "I’m popular, and everyone loves me" thing was practically radiating off him.

And then there was that smile. His slightly crooked grin—utterly charming, as if he didn't even try—was enough to make hearts melt.

Except hers. Not hers.

Great. Just great. She thought, rolling her eyes as he caught her gaze. This is gonna be a nightmare.

Lamine gave her a sheepish smile as he slid into the seat across from her, his bag thudding onto the table with a little too much force. He seemed completely unbothered by the fact that he was late, as if he was perfectly entitled to waltz in whenever he felt like it.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, already pulling out his books and grabbing a water bottle from his bag, his voice carrying that easy charm he always wore like a second skin. “Practice ran over, you know how it is.”

She didn’t respond at first, choosing to glare at the book she was pretending to read, hoping he’d get the hint. He didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.

“So, uh,” he began, twirling the cap of his water bottle with his fingers as if they were the best of friends, “I’m Lamine, obviously. You’re (Y/N), right?”

She didn’t even bother looking up. “What gave it away? The books or the ‘I’m clearly the smartest person here’ vibe?”

He chuckled, not deterred by her sarcasm. How was he so damn confident?

"Both," he said, grinning. “I’m guessing you’re here to help me get my grades up, huh? I’m a little behind, you know.”

She finally glanced at him, one eyebrow raised in skepticism. He looked at her with those big, doe eyes, the kind of look that made people melt, but not her. Oh, no, not today.

“I’m not here to babysit you, Yamal,” she snapped. “I’m just here for the extra credit. So, just don’t be an idiot, and we’ll get through this without any more of your... interruptions.”

He blinked, clearly surprised by her bluntness. But it wasn’t long before that easygoing smile returned to his face, as if nothing bothered him.

“You really don’t like me, huh?” he said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

She rolled her eyes, turning a page in her book with unnecessary force. “You don’t need me to like you to pass this class. You just need to show up and actually try.”

“Oh, I try,” he said, leaning back in his chair, making himself comfortable as if they were just two friends chatting. “But sometimes I get distracted... Like, I don’t know, by important stuff like soccer. You can’t blame me for that, right?”

Her fingers tightened around her pencil, frustration bubbling up. She had no time for this. He was treating this like a joke, and she wasn’t laughing.

“No, I can’t blame you for being a soccer genius, but I can blame you for being an idiot in class,” she shot back, finally meeting his gaze. “And for wasting my time.”

Lamine’s grin only widened. “Aw, come on. I’m not that bad, am I?”

“You’re exactly that bad,” she muttered under her breath.

But instead of reacting to her coldness, Lamine just laughed. A deep, genuine laugh, and for a second, it caught her off guard. How could someone be so easygoing in the face of all her snark? It didn’t make sense.

“Alright, alright,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I get it. I’ll try harder. You don’t have to roast me every five seconds.”

She shot him a look, still skeptical, but decided to let it go for now. Maybe he would try harder. Maybe.

“Let’s just get through this, okay?” she said, flipping open her textbook and starting with the first assignment. “If you want to pass, just keep up, focus, and stop being such a distraction.”

“Distraction?” He chuckled again, leaning in a little closer to her, his voice dropping to a mock whisper. “Me? A distraction? Come on, I’m a lot more than that.”

She didn’t look at him, instead turning the page of her textbook with way more enthusiasm than necessary.

“I don’t want to hear it, Yamal.”

They worked in silence for a while. Well, she worked, and Lamine just sat there, occasionally making comments or cracking a joke, trying to get a rise out of her. But she wasn’t biting. No, she was focused. She had no room for distraction, especially from someone who thought the world owed him everything.

But it was hard. So, so hard.

After a while, she felt his eyes on her, and when she looked up, his face was unusually serious. For a brief moment, the playful sparkle in his eyes dimmed, and it made her heart flutter for reasons she refused to examine.

“What’s your deal?” she asked, trying to mask the unease she felt creeping up on her.

He shrugged but didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, looking at her with a strange expression—part curiosity, part amusement.

“I just… I don’t get you,” he said softly. “I mean, everyone else just likes to hang out with me, but you? You don’t seem to care at all. You’re like... the only one who doesn’t fall for my charm.”

His smile returned, but it was different now. Less cocky, more... genuine.

“I guess I like a challenge,” she said, shrugging nonchalantly, though her heart was doing flips. “And you're definitely that.”

Lamine blinked, his lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a grin but still made her heart skip a beat.

“Well, challenge accepted, then.”

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chat should i go on with story?????

[kaykay0315]

Na Baek-Jin x F!Reader Part 4

~sorry for the late post, my work schedule changed, so i wasn't able to post this sooner~

Synopsis: You recently transferred to Yeoil High School, you just want to get through school, get good grades and stay out of trouble. You’ve had enough of it in your past and don't want  to get involved with it any longer. But the world seems to not like the path you refuse to take, so it decides to put you in the worst place of all…sitting next to Na Baek-Jin, leader of the Union.

Word Count: 3k

A few weeks later…

The bruises from that night had long since faded, but some aches didn’t come from fists. Some lived beneath the skin, in places no one could see.

It had been quiet at Yeoil High, suspiciously so. No one had dared approach her since the alley incident got spread around. Not the ones who had ties to the Union, and not the ones who had watched from afar. The rumors still swirled, muttered in cafeteria corners and behind half-closed doors. Most were wrong. All of them were loud.

But outside those gates, things were different.

It started out small with a few awkward hellos, casual nods. Baku had been the first to treat her like she wasn’t some shadow walking through the world. Loud, brash, impossible to ignore. He called her rookie, like she was part of some invisible squad. She hadn’t agreed to anything, but he kept talking like she had.

Gotak didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to. The way he always passed her a water bottle after Baku ran his mouth, or offered her his hoodie when it got cold on the rooftop of the apartments…they spoke volumes.

Si-eun was harder to read. Reserved, calculating. Sometimes she caught him watching her like she was an equation he was trying to solve. But he never pushed. Just quietly offered bandages and knowing glances that said: I see you. Even if you don’t want me to.

And Jun-tae… Jun-tae was gentle. The kind of quiet that felt like warmth, not distance. He never asked questions, just handed her small kindnesses; extra snacks, charger cords, even a playlist once, dropped into her phone when she wasn’t looking.

She hadn’t planned on getting close to anyone. She didn’t do friends. Didn’t do warmth.

But somehow, they crept in anyway.

Now, the after-school silence she used to crave felt strange without them.

The present felt quieter than the past.

Afternoon sun bled through the classroom blinds, striping the floor in gold and shadow. The air was still, heavy with the kind of exhaustion that settled in just before the final bell. Your chin rested against your palm, eyes half-lidded as the math teacher shuffled around the room, placing graded papers face-down on each desk.

You glanced sideways, not moving your head, just your eyes.

Na Baek-Jin sat next to you, as always. Back straight, jaw clenched, expression unreadable. The two of them shared a desk row, though “shared” might’ve been generous. Most days, they existed in silence, like two statues carved from different stones.

Your paper was placed down without a word. You flipped it lazily.

100 A perfect score. The red ink circled the number like a medal.

You barely looked at it before folding it back in half.

Baek-Jin’s paper landed next. He didn’t react either, just lifted the corner with two fingers. 100. Of course. She figured he was the type to get things right the first time.

The teacher adjusted his glasses, gave a weak smile. “You all have the rest of the period to review or study. I’ll be stepping out for a bit. Keep the noise down.”

The door clicked shut.

For a few seconds, no one moved. Then the class exhaled all at once, chairs scraping, whispers rising, books flipping open more out of habit than focus.

You didn’t move. Neither did Baek-Jin.

Out of the corner of her eye, you saw him tap his pencil once against his notebook. Then again. Rhythmic, methodical.

You broke the silence first, voice low. “You always get perfect scores?”

He didn’t look at you. “Do you?”

A corner of your lip tugged. Not quite a smile, but close. “I try not to.”

At that, he finally glanced over. Just a flicker of his gaze, sharp and curious. “You didn’t try very hard this time, then.”

“Must’ve slipped,” you said, turning her head to look at him fully now. “My mistake.”

Your eyes met for a second too long.

He blinked and looked away first, scribbling something into the margin of his notes like your presence was just a passing thought.

But his voice came a moment later, quieter. “Don’t let your guard down here.”

You tilted your head. “You saying that as my classmate… or as a warning?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to.

Before you could press him further, the low hum of whispers across the room suddenly shifted. Someone laughed near the back, that sharp kind of laugh that never meant anything good.

“Hey,” a voice said, too loud to be casual. “Did you guys hear?”

You didn’t turn around, but the noise behind you was quicksand, pulling attention. Baek-Jin’s pencil paused mid-scribble.

The voice continued, mock-theatrical. “Someone said that new girl from Class 3…yeah, her…beat the crap out of three guys behind a convenience store last week.”

More laughter. Louder now. Closer.

“She’s got some kinda gang or something. You’ve seen her hanging out with those Eunjang High kids, right? Baku, Gotak…what are they even doing near our school?”

Another chimed in. “Isn’t that where all the troublemakers end up? Unions trying to get them to join tho, right? I don't know why they’d bother with those useless idiots .”

You stayed still. Hands folded neatly on your desk. No expression. Nothing.

“Maybe she’s trying to start her own crew. You know how girls are, claws out and all that.”

Baek-Jin shifted beside you. Not much. Just a subtle lean forward, elbow now resting on his thigh, hand curled near his mouth like he was thinking hard about something that had nothing to do with math.

But you saw his eyes. They weren’t on his notebook anymore.

The whisperer behind you kept going, but the words were starting to slur into white noise. Background static.

“I mean, look at her. Always quiet, always staring like she’s planning something…”

Baek-Jin’s voice came low, like a blade being unsheathed.

“Say one more thing.”

The room stilled. Not quiet...still.

A beat passed. Then another.

No one said anything after that. Not even a cough.

The whisperer muttered something under his breath and sank back into his seat. Baek-Jin didn’t look at him. He didn’t have to.

You didn’t say thank you. Didn’t acknowledge him.

But you did glance at him, just once. Long enough to catch how still his hands were now. How calm his face was, like nothing had happened.

And yet… the air between you had shifted.

The classroom air felt thicker now, as if Baek-Jin’s quiet warning had squeezed all the breath out of the room.

Only a little.

But it was enough

You rested your chin on your fist again, eyes drifting lazily to the window. Outside, the sunlight sharpened the edges of tree branches and fluttered dust motes in the air like suspended secrets.

The whisperers dared not speak again, but their eyes flicked toward you, then toward Baek-Jin…some with a mix of calculation, some with fear.

You caught one guy’s gaze, sharp, almost desperate and let a small, unreadable smile tug at your lips. Not mocking. Not friendly. Just… something.

Baek-Jin’s hand twitched beside you, pencil tapping once more slow, deliberate.

The teacher’s footsteps echoed faintly down the hall outside, growing louder.

The clock on the wall ticked closer to the last second before the bell.

Your heartbeat slowed, steady but alert. 

The bell rang sharp and final, echoing through the emptying halls. You didn’t rush like the others. Instead, you moved slowly, gathering your things with quiet precision. The whispers from class still hung in the air, like a low hum beneath your skin.

Outside, the afternoon sun softened the edges of the world, casting long shadows on cracked pavement. The schoolyard was thinning fast, footsteps fading into the distance.

You walked down the street near the apartment buildings, head lowered, hands stuffed into your jacket pockets. You hadn’t gone far when a familiar voice broke through the quiet.

“Hey, rookie!” Baku’s loud shout echoed off the walls, pulling a reluctant smile from your lips.

Gotak followed, quieter but steady by his side. His eyes flicked over you, concern subtle but there.

“You’re late,” Baku teased, arms crossed but grinning like he was proud.

“I’m not on your schedule,” you said, trying to sound unimpressed but failing.

Baku laughed, nudging Gotak. “See? She’s got attitude.”

Gotak offered you a water bottle without a word. You took it, nodding your thanks. Then he slipped off his hoodie and draped it over your shoulders.

“Cold,” he said simply.

The gesture was small, but it warmed something inside you more than the fabric could.

You and the two boys fell into step together, the noisy city sounds surrounding you like a shield. For a moment, you forgot about the rumors, the tension back at school, even Baek-Jin.

You, Baku, and Gotak walked down the narrow side street between the convenience store and the back of the old gym, your steps kicking up little puffs of dust. The hoodie Gotak had lent you was warm, smelled faintly of detergent and asphalt.

“You always this quiet after school?” Baku asked, throwing a piece of gum in his mouth as he walked backward in front of you, hands stuffed into his hoodie.

You raised an eyebrow. “You always this loud?”

Gotak snorted.

Baku grinned. “Only when I like the company.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “That why you’re always yelling?”

“Maybe,” he said, cracking his gum. “Or maybe I’m just trying to get you to talk more. You keep showing up like some action movie loner. Thought you were gonna tell me your tragic backstory by now.”

You scoffed, amused. “What, like: ‘I fight because I have nothing left to lose’?”

“Exactly!” he said, pointing at you. “That’s the good stuff. You’ve definitely got the ‘brooding protagonist’ thing going on.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not the protagonist of anything.”

“Pfft. Please. You show up out of nowhere, beat the hell outta three dudes, and now everyone’s talking like you’re some kind of urban legend.”

“Let ‘em talk,” you muttered.

Baku gave you a side glance, more serious now. “That doesn’t bother you?”

There was a pause. You shrugged, but your voice came a little lower.

“Only when they start getting the story wrong.”

He nodded, chewing slowly. “Fair.”

Gotak walked beside you in silence, but his eyes flicked toward you once. Watching. Measuring.

Baku stuffed his hands in his pockets again. “You really from Seoul Arts High?”

You blinked, a little surprised. “Who told you that?”

“I’ve got ears,” he said casually. “Heard it was rough over there.”

You didn’t answer right away. The wind picked up a little, and Gotak adjusted the hoodie on your shoulders without a word.

“Not rough,” you said eventually. “Just… wrong. For me.”

Baku didn’t press. He just walked a little slower now, letting the silence breathe between his words.

Then he grinned again. “Well, whatever. Wrong place or not, you got hands. That part’s undeniable.”

You side-eyed him. “You trying to recruit me or something?”

He threw his arms up in mock innocence. “Me? Nooo. I’m not the recruiting type. I’m more of the annoying older brother you never wanted.”

“Yeah,” you said dryly. “You nailed that part.”

Gotak’s shoulders shook slightly from a quiet laugh.

Then Baku added, a little softer, “But seriously… you ever need backup, you let us know. Eunjang doesn’t do lone wolves. Not anymore.”

That made you pause.

You didn’t respond, but you didn’t walk away either…

But

Just a few steps behind, a figure watched from the shadows. A Union member, face obscured beneath a hood, eyes sharp and calculating. The man pulled out a phone, fingers swift as he tapped a message.

[👁] Spotted her with the Eunjang dogs again. Baku and the tall one. Looked friendly.

The message buzzed quietly in Baek-Jin’s hand.

He read the words twice before setting his jaw.

“She’s getting too close,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes darkened as he stared at the screen, mind already turning over the possibilities of protection, threat, alliance.

He locked his phone without replying. He didn’t need confirmation. He already knew who sent it.

He leaned back in his chair. The flickering fluorescent lights of the Union club room overhead buzzed in sync with the one in his chest.

It was too soon for her to get involved. Too soon to be showing her face outside of school like that, especially with them.

With him.

Baku.

The name alone pressed something hot and bitter against the back of Baek-Jin’s throat.

They’d known each other before all this…before the turf wars, the fractured loyalties, the masks they wore now. Baku had been the first to teach him how to throw a punch. Back then, Baek-Jin was just a quiet, scrawny kid who kept his head down and his fists clenched in his pockets.

And Baku… Baku had been wildfire. Loud. Brash. Fearless. The kind of kid who stepped between fists like it was a game, who laughed when his lip bled.

They used to be on the same side.

But power changes people.

And Baku had made it clear: he wouldn’t kneel.

Baek-Jin respected it. Hated it. Resented it.

And now she—you—were showing up beside him. Laughing. Talking. Looking comfortable, like you belonged there.

Like Baku had already claimed a piece of you.

He didn’t like it.

Didn’t like the idea of you getting dragged into that world, into Baku’s world.

He stood up, chair legs scraping the tile, and moved toward the window. Below, the school grounds stretched quiet under the fading light. Somewhere out there, you were walking with him. With them.

His reflection stared back from the glass calm, composed, forgettable to anyone who didn’t know better.

But behind his eyes, war drums were beginning to beat.

The cafeteria buzzed with the usual end-of-week chaos of metal trays clattering, sneakers squeaking on tile, voices riding high on the promise of a weekend. You slid into your usual corner seat, headphones loosely around your neck, lunch untouched in front of you.

You weren’t hungry.

Too many eyes on you lately. Too many whispers that didn’t bother lowering their volume anymore.

The chair across from you scraped back. You didn’t need to look up to know who it was, he always seems to bother you during lunch a lot.

You didn’t answer. Just flicked your gaze up lazily, unimpressed.

“You’ve got a type, don’t you?”

Geum Seong-Jae’s voice was honey-sweet and razor-sharp, sliding across the table like a knife.

Your jaw tightened, but you said nothing.

He smiled. That crooked, too-white grin that never quite reached his eyes.

“Tall. Quiet. Kinda punchable.” He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Spotted you with Gotak again. You two close now?”

“Funny, I didn’t think he could walk that fast these days.” He tapped a finger against the table rhythmically. “After what happened last year… well. Guess he heals slow.”

You felt the shift in your spine before your brain caught up, fight or flight tightening behind your ribs.

“What do you want, Seong-Jae.” Flat. Cold. Not a question.

He leaned back, mock-offended. “Me? Nothing. Just checking in. You’ve got a reputation, y’know. Trouble likes to stick together.” He tilted his head. “Maybe that’s why Baku keeps you around.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Or maybe he just doesn’t like snakes.”

That grin sharpened.

“Careful,” he said softly, the edge no longer hidden. “You hang out with Eunjang too long, you start to rot like they do.”

You stood, tray in hand, appetite officially gone.

But before you turned away, you met his eyes head-on.

“Funny,” you said. “I was about to say the same thing about Union.”

You didn’t look back as you walked off.

But you felt his stare burn between your shoulder blades the whole way out.

The wind hit sharp when you pushed open the rooftop door. It tugged at the edge of your jacket and hissed through the rails like it knew something you didn’t.

You shut the door behind you and leaned against the cool concrete, letting the silence press in.

Up here, the school noise faded. The city stretched out in every direction, buildings stacked like old memories, distant sirens, the hum of traffic below. But it was quiet enough to think. Or maybe… too quiet.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket.

[🟢 Gotak] You didn’t think. Just answered.

“Yo.” His voice was steady, low. Familiar.

A pause. Then, “Baku said you didn’t eat lunch.”

You exhaled, the tension you hadn’t even realized you were holding slowly easing out.

“You always call at the weirdest times.”

You let out a soft, amused breath. “Are you two tracking me now?”

“Nah,” Gotak said. “Just watching out.”

The words settled warm somewhere beneath your ribs.

You leaned against the railing, gaze flicking toward the clouds. “Geum Seong-Jae sat across from me today.”

You hesitated. “Stuff about you. About your leg.”

The other end of the line went quiet. Then:

“…What did he say?”

Another silence. This one heavier.

“I know you didn’t.” His voice was calm, but there was steel under it. “He’s just trying to get in your head.”

You kicked a loose pebble off the ledge and watched it disappear into the air.

“I didn’t ask, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Well,” you muttered, “he’s got a hell of a way of doing it.”

A gust of wind blew your hair into your face. You didn’t move to fix it.

“You okay?” Gotak asked, quieter now.

You swallowed. “I don’t know. I don’t like sitting still.”

That got you. You closed your eyes, letting the words settle.

“Then don’t.”

You blinked.

“Move how you need to. Just don’t move alone.”

You didn’t say thank you. He wouldn’t want that anyway.

“Only when I’m talking to someone who forgets she’s not bulletproof.”

Instead, you smirked a little, barely audible through your voice.

“You always this dramatic over the phone?”

There was a long pause, but it wasn’t empty.

“Who says I forgot?”

Your grin faded slightly.

“I just don’t want to feel like I’m hiding anymore.”

“Then don’t,” he said. “We’ve got your back.”

A beat.

You let the words wrap around you like armor. Quiet. Strong.

Then, softer:

“Thanks, Gotak.”

“Anytime, rookie.”

[gyusimp]

°• 🍡 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜 🍡 •° [Dom Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem reader]

Ok, I know this post is a bit different so let me explain. I have a friend who's sickly in love with Mitsuri, so she literally paid me to write a fic for her hahaha. I had never written femxfem before, doing this took me out of my comfort zone and even helped me unblock myself! It was a new experience and at the same time fun, I was satisfied with the result so I wanted to post it here in case anyone is interested lmao otherwise just ignore it. I'll post it on AO3 later too.

°•Read Part 02 here!

🍡WARNINGS: NSFW | Fem character x fem reader | Smut | Modern AU | Both of them are adults | Minors DON'T interact.

You were outside her door, in the hallway of her apartment after ringing the bell. Mitsuri would not take long to leave and so it was. After about 10 seconds she appeared on the other side of the door with a big smile on her face as she invited you in.

You had a math test in 1 week at university, you weren't exactly good at math so your friend immediately offered to give you some lessons, practice some topics and help you pass the test with the highest possible score.

"Welcome back, y/n-chan!" She greeted you, excited.

You took off your shoes and left them at the entrance and then headed to Mitsuri's room, the sound of your bare feet and hers walking on the floor accompanied their voices down the hall until she entered her room. The study desk was clean and tidy ready to work so you put your small backpack on the floor next to the bed and sat on one of the chairs that Mitsuri had brought.

"Thank you so much Mitsuri, you have no idea how much this will help me, you are amazing." You thanked her, for the thousandth time since she offered you her help.

"It's nothing y/n-chan! Anything for my friend" she said with flushed cheeks, moving one of her hands while holding her face embarrassedly with the other. "How about we start now?" One took a seat next to the other, you took out some graph paper, your pencil case and your math book. You told Mitsuri what you had to study and which ones were difficult for you, she was not only very good at math but she was also very sweet and patient with you so that gave you enough confidence to ask all the questions you wanted.

She was as sweet as a kindergarten teacher, she even congratulated you when the answer in the exercises you did was correct. It had already been 1 hour and a half since the study session began so the best thing was a short break to clear your mind and prevent you from falling asleep.

"You're doing great! How about a 20 minute break?"

"Cool, I didn't want to fall asleep." You joked, laughing with Mitsuri.

"I'll go get a glass of water, do you want water too?" She asked.

"OK thanks."

Mitsuri stood up and stretched raising her arms, you looked for no reason in her direction without thinking and watched just as she adjusted her skirt after standing up making your chest jump. Mitsuri always wore tight or short clothes, and this skirt was very short so you could see the beginning of her butt as she started to walk towards the door. When she left the room you tried to erase that image from your head and think about something else, maybe read your notes again and thus distract yourself quickly but all that came to mind was the scene when she opened the door of her apartment and the first thing you saw after her face was her tight bust under the little t-shirt she was wearing and that prominent v-neckline showing a big part of the beginning of her boobs. Was it starting to get hot? You decided to take off the cardigan you were wearing and freshen up, luckily you were wearing shorts and a tank top.

After a few seconds, the pink-haired girl entered the room with 2 glasses of water in her hands, the water was so cold that small drops slipped down the glass.

"Thanks girl, this was what I needed." You said, hoping that drinking something cool would stop your pulse racing.

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About 25 minutes of class passed after having had that little break time, you were starting to get bored and despite putting all your effort into paying attention you couldn't solve this exercise. The problems were the most difficult and Mitsuri noticed your frustrated expression trying to solve it.

"Do you have any question?" She asked attentively.

"I can't understand this part, do the exponents have to be multiplied here too? Agh! I feel so stupid..."

"You're not stupid y/n-chan! You've already managed to solve other exercises, you're very smart!"

You looked at the clock on the screen of your cell phone, there was still time to complete the agreed 2 hours of study so you sighed tired when you thought about it.

"So far you've done really well, so I think we can take another break." Mitsuri said, trying to cheer you up.

"Ok, I hope that helps." You got up from the chair and stretched again as did Mitsuri. She got up from the chair and walked to her bed to get on and crawl on the mattress towards the pillows, you looked behind you and realized two things that made you feel too nervous again. She sat cross-legged but her skirt was very short so inevitably you could see her panties and because of the position of her legs you could have seen more but you decided to place your eyes elsewhere.

"Even I feel a bit tired" Mitsuri said.

"What are you talking about? I'm the one who's been burning out her one neuron." You teased, both of you laughing in unison.

"I mean, I've never spent so much time sitting in those chairs, I usually use my bed as a study area so now my back is tingling haha."

"Me too!" You said, sitting on the bed next to her.

Mitsuri sighed and ran one of her hands over her shoulder and back. "Do you mind?" She asked. You didn't have time to react when she reached under her clothes to unhook her bra and remove it, throwing it elsewhere.

"N-not at all, don't worry." You and Mitsuri were quite confident so she was used to doing things like this in front of you without knowing that you were trying hard to hide your nerves.

"These things can be really uncomfortable sometimes, especially when, well...you know." She said, pouting as she massaged her breasts. Why had she done that? Now you felt bad for not being able to stop seeing her. Her little shirt was so tight to her body that it hugged her breasts perfectly, making her nipples stand out from under the fabric. Her breasts were large and the way they bounced under her clothes when she took off her bra kept replaying inside your head. "Sure you're not hot? I can turn on the fan if you want."

"Oh thank you. I'd like that very much."

You stayed sitting on the bed hugging your knees while Mitsuri stood up to go turn on the fan. When you felt the cool breeze hit your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes and lie down on the pillows while leaving your legs bent. You felt a movement on the mattress so you assumed that Mitsuri had returned to the bed but then she didn't move again and remained silent so you wonder if she was still there or had left the room so you opened your eyes to find out. When you opened your eyes, you caught Mitsuri looking directly at your thighs and between your legs, with your knees bent that way she could easily see your panties under your shorts. This definitely made you too nervous, you were about to sit down and close your legs but another thought came to your head faster. She was also watching you like you were a while ago so that got you a bit horny.

Your face was very red just like Mitsuri's when she felt trapped by you but despite that she didn't try to hide what she was doing or at least try to look a little shy so that only made you keep moving forward.

"All in order?" You asked, spreading your legs with the excuse that your knees were blocking the view of her face in front of you.

At this point it was quite likely that you didn't care anymore and both of you would completely lose your shame.

"What are you talking about?" Mitsuri asked, starting to crawl towards you on the mattress.

"You didn't stop looking at me, it's unfair if I have my eyes closed." You answer.

Sometimes you two used to joke around in similar ways but now, things were getting a bit further, you both subconsciously expected one of you to stop but you kept going. You kept your legs open and Mitsuri lay on your abdomen between them, causing your core to rub dangerously against her and feeling her breasts lean against you.

"Of course that's fair, you were looking at me too so now we're even." She said, making you blush.

Both of you fell silent, Mitsuri staring at you while you tried to look anywhere but her face and that included the low neckline of her t-shirt in front of you. Mitsuri moved in place, at first you thought that she was settling into her place or she would just get up and the class would continue but everything changed when you realized that she started rubbing on you provocatively. Mitsuri settled her legs on the bed keeping one straight and the other bent to rub her own core against her panties and the mattress making her large breasts massage over you. The position of her legs made her little skirt mess up, leaving her butt exposed, showing you her tight little lace panties.

You didn't say anything, you just gasped and spread your legs more so that she could fit better in the middle of you. She smiled at you with desire so that she felt more confident to move as she wanted. Mitsuri placed her arms on each side of you to hold on better and continue rubbing on the mattress and on top of you, she even had the courage to start panting a little just to annoy you and increase your blush. Mitsuri wouldn't stop looking at you and see  doing this kind of thing made you feel too nervous and even more when she was so close to you; but you'd be lying if you thought this moment was weird or awkward, each passing minute turning you on more and more and just waiting for one thing to lead to the next. You wondered if at some point she was going to touch you.

"This feels s-so good..." Mitsuri gasped. She settled between your legs and lowered one of her hands to her panties to take them and rub them better against her wet core. "You've never tried this before y/n-chan?...it feels really good."

"N-no..." you managed to reply, feeling her breasts on you turned you on more and more besides the sight in front of you.

"Really? Never before?...self-satisfaction is just as important as self-love, girl." She told you.

You didn't know what to answer, Mitsuri settled back and took her hand out from between her legs. She held on to the mattress again and it was after that when she groped her hand directly between your legs inside your shorts, over your dressed cunt making you arch your back in surprise. You were about to say something but you didn't even have time because she started rubbing her fingers against your panties causing a lot of friction with each brush of the fabric.

"A-AAH!" You moaned, surprised to feel her fingers in your panties.

Hearing your voice like that made Mitsuri turn on more, causing her to start moving her fingers faster as well as her hips against the bed. With every movement, she could feel her wet panties brushing over and over again in the middle of her slit, right on her slippery clit. The feeling was perfect so she wanted you to experience it too.

"Y/n-chan...I want to make you feel really good, aah-ah." she moaned.

Mitsuri took her hand out of your panties for just an instant, grabbing your shorts and pulling them down over your hips and butt until she took them off and tossed them around, exposing your black lace panties fitting your pussy on her face.

The pink-haired girl's fingers took the center of your panties and she began to rub the fabric making sure that each touch was right on your clit just like she did until little by little you were wetting the fabric of your underwear; you even started to move your hips to get a better feel. Mitsuri noticed that you began to get wet very quickly and slowly began to moan in need.

"D-doesn't that feel amazing?" Mitsuri asked. "The rub on the clit is perfect-aah! I'm so-so wet! And you too...mmhh."

You were both about to cum if she continued like this, but Mitsuri didn't want this to happen, at least not yet. She wanted to try more things and at the same time make sure that you enjoyed it as much as she did. Mitsuri stopped and got up, tooked off her skirt and sat up to crawl over to you.

"Don't you think it would be better to feel…closer?" She proposed to you, biting her pink lip. She traced a line with her finger all over your slit, feeling your wet labia. "We are both very wet." You stayed in the same position and Mitsuri imitated it in front of you, legs spread and leaning on her arms on the bed. "I'd like to feel you…here" she said, spreading her legs and making her panties shift to let her cunt peek out from under the fabric.

"Then do it..." you replied.

Hearing that made her heart jump with happiness. Mitsuri came up to you and took your panties off, then she got rid of her panties as well and left them lying around. She took your thighs squeezing them sensually to accommodate your legs around her waist and make you hook her between your legs. She did the same and that's when you realized how flexible Mitsuri was when she spread your legs and hers and hooked you in the same way against the bed, letting her breasts crash against yours almost on your face. When he was in the position she wanted, she dropped putting some pressure on you and sat down so that her pussy was exactly on yours, making you moan when you felt his wet labia. Mitsuri leaned over and settled on your hips, holding onto her arms on either side of you and beginning to move her hips, slow movements in circles and back and forth. The contact between your most sensitive points was direct, the position of the open legs of both and each of the movements made your lips move and your cunts open to collide and slide against each other.

Wet sounds began to accompany your and her moans throughout the room, you moved your hips against Mitsuri's to cause more friction. Both cunts wet rubbing each other, your clit massaging against Mitsuri's was the most perfect sensation you've ever felt in your life. You looked up or squeezed your eyes but when you looked ahead and saw Mitsuri's neckline you completely sank in pleasure and didn't take your eyes off her. Her tits moved and bounced on you with each of her thrusts, her hard nipples standing out under her tight t-shirt. Mitsuri's movements began to get faster and faster, crashing and bouncing off of you, she began to grind her vagina against yours increasing the odds of bringing both of you an amazing orgasm. You realized something, Mitsuri's t-shirt was too small and her bust was too big, her boobs began to bounce more and more forcefully from her cleavage and seeing that made you crazy and she didn't seem to care at all; she just kept moving on you, getting wet on your vagina until the position she was in and her strong thrusts caused one of her breasts to come completely out of her clothes bouncing on you and then her other tit did the same. You didn't take your eyes off her, her pink nipples were rubbing on your chest so you decided to take them to massage them with your hands and make her as aroused as you were.

"Y-your boobs are so big-aah! I love them."

"You're also...a-aah- you're beautiful y/n-chan! Your little wet cunt is so cute ah-mnnh!" Mitsuri moved away from you a bit and took off her shirt, making her breasts bounce even more when she took it off. You didn't stop seeing her for a second, moving more.

When she returned to the position she was in, you put both hands directly on her butt to massage it and put some downward pressure so that your cunt was closer to hers, you squeezed and touched her ass making her moan for a long time until that you felt the need for more. Your left hand slid between her buttocks until it reached her wet pussy and your right hand began to play with your own pussy or the part that Mitsuri's couldn't cover, wetting the fingers of both hands, pumping your own hole and feeling this made Mitsuri squirm on top of you, leaning her head back moaning with all her might and moving faster on top of you. Your juices and hers splashed between her slippery cunt and your legs spread wider to rub you with each of her folds.

"AA-AH! Yy/n...y/n-chan! Mmghh-aah!! D-you think you're gonna cum already?"

You couldn't even answer because you were about to, you moved your hips hard to feel Mitsuri on your clit while you tightened around your fingers, you squeezed Mitsuri's ass again making her moan as you did when a warm sensation it went down from your abdomen straight into your pelvis.

"AAH-AAH MITSURI!! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! AAH!!"

Your legs spread wide, your back arched and a sticky white discharge shot straight out of your vagina drenching Mitsuri, causing her to do the same and cum in your pussy. Both wetting each other while she was still bouncing her pussy against yours in reaction to the orgasm until her speed slowed down.

Her thighs and yours were wet and sticky, you saw Mitsuri's breasts and as they glistened with sweat, sweat dripped from the back of your knees to your feet and your legs trembled as did your breath. Mitsuri lay down next to you and let both of you stretch out your legs after staying in that position for so long. Before she fully pulled away from you, you could see thin white threads coming from her cunt joining yours, leaving you wet and feeling slippery between your legs. Mitsuri's chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, even though neither of you spoke it wasn't an awkward moment at all. You two looked into each other's eyes and different parts of your body at the same time. You didn't know what time it was, you even completely forgot the reason you were here, you saw the desk and looked at all your study material and then you saw the time on the clock next to the bed on a small table. 6:44 pm It was already getting dark outside and that worried you a bit.

"That was a very interesting lesson." You said, breaking the silence.

"We should repeat it another day, don't you think?" Mitsuri spoke, sensually.

"You think so? Then you won't be able to get me out of here that easily in a study session." You joked.

"You don't have to go today, I know it can be dangerous to go out at night so you can spend the night here..."

"You mean...a second round?" You said, getting up to approach Mitsuri.

"If that's what you want."

"Only if you let me go above you this time..." you replied, straddling her.

[blood-red-hummingbee]

After...?

So. Um... yeah. I got possessed :|

~

Rose groggily came to, feeling light-headed and slow. She was sitting at her desk, a pencil gripped loosely in hand. Her math textbook was open in front of her, half filled out and a large line scoring the paper, even stretching onto the wood of her desk. Had she… fallen asleep?

Yeah, that must've been what happened. She got up and stretched, her muscles sore. She stumbled out of her bedroom to the bathroom she shared with her brothers down the hall. She took off her glasses and set them on the counter, splashing her face with cold water.

That light, dizzy feeling was turning into a headache. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror out of the corner of her eye and screamed.

“What the fuck?!”

From the hallway, the older of her two younger brothers gasped dramatically. “Mama! Rose said the f-word!”

She didn't hear him though, instead fumbling for her glasses. The vision in the mirror was blurry, but definitely not her. Except it was? But it wasn't!

For one thing, the dye job she'd just had done was gone completely, and her hair was now just barely brushing her chin, despite her having been growing it out for months to her shoulders. Her freckles were dark and defined, like she’d spent the whole day in the sun, and her makeup was all done up. There was a scar cutting through her eyebrow, which she didn't remember getting, and she'd never seen the clothes or glasses she was wearing before in her life!

She'd fallen asleep at her desk, 16 years old, and now she woke up looking older, more mature and in some strange uniform.

She stumbled and her back hit the wall as she slid to her knees. Her heart was jackrabbiting in her chest, anxiety gripping her insides. What was going on?!

“Rose? Any particular reason you’re swearing up a storm in there?”

Her mother’s voice came from the other side of the door, and oh, Rose was going to cry. Why did it feel like she hadn't heard her voice in years?

She was shaking and tearing up, but she managed to get upright enough to fling open the door and wrap her arms around her mother.

“What’s wrong, honey? Wait, what the fuck are you wearing?! What happened to your hair?!”

She sobbed into her mom's arms, not able to answer, even if she had one. Her brothers lingered in the doorway of their shared room, asking questions but not getting any closer.

They managed to move to the kitchen, her mother starting up the coffee machine. “Rose?”

“I don't know, Mami.” The tears were still flowing as she fiddled with the buttons of her strange but oh-so-familiar vest. “I-I don't know. I just woke up and everything feels so weird, my head hurts and my heart hurts, I feel like it's been years since I've seen you and I don't know why!” She babbled.

The tapping of nails on tile alerted them to her dog coming in. The puppy plopped his head on her knee, staring up at her with big brown eyes. She broke down sobbing again, somehow managing to scoop the large dog into her arms as she cried into his short black fur. “Loki…!”

He whined softly, squirming and nibbling on her finger to try to get her let go. She hesitantly put him down, but instead of running off, he laid down, resting his head on her foot. He seemed to know something weird was going on.

Her mother sat across the table from her, sliding one of the many mugs from their collection to her. “So. Any chance you remember any dragons or wizards, or short people with large feet?”

“Wha-?” Rose looked up to her mother, the brown eyes she'd had passed down to her glittering with excitement. “You think I got… isekai’d or something?”

Her mom shrugged. “Three hours ago, you went up to your room to do some schoolwork. Now you look about 3 years older and this ain't a prank… is it?” She raised an eyebrow at Rose, silently promising that she would not be happy if it was.

“What, no! I wouldn't go this far for a prank!”

“I know. Which is why I'm asking if your closet is a bit bigger than you’d thought! And if there's any chance you can get back and take us with you!”

Rose was terrified. Her anxiety hadn't receded yet, still making her fingers twist together and rock back and forth in her seat. And yet…

That was the only possibility wasn't it? That somehow she'd gotten magicked away to another world!

Excitement started bubbling up as she desperately fished through her hazy memories for proof that book tropes were real.

She remembered… a voice. Deep and unnatural speaking a language she couldn't remember how to understand, beckoning to her. She remembered a cramped enclosed space and the burst of cool, fresh air that greeted her after. She remembered the face of a large… bird man?

Dire Crowley.

Headmage of Night Raven College.

Her home of the past 3 years.

She remembered.

~

Teehee :3

[magical-girl-lora]

I remember being told that my score for the yearly maths challenge was more than 10% higher than everybody in the rest of my year at my school. More people at that school went to Oxford or Cambridge than almost all the other schools in the country, so, of course, I would follow in my father and mother's footsteps and go to Oxford. Surely, *surely* that would be my thing. It always had been! I was good at maths, great at maths, told day in, day out at school that maths was what I was made for, made to do.

But I started writing music most breaktimes on the school computers since I realised it was a thing I could do. I got MixCraft on my first laptop, and it became all I did after school. I loved it, to the supposed detriment of every other thing at the time. I would wake up in the middle of the night to do homework in time for the next day, I started spending every lunch break in the piano room. It was an escape.

Crashing out of studying maths at university was so bleak. I had already arranged for student halls, and that year I was given no courses to do except to pass that maths re-take. I should have gone back to my parents, found a way out of it, but instead I sat in that room and tried to sort through the sludge of studying, eating, relationships, friendship, family, CPTSD, insomnia, depression, gender, maths, endless garbage, nothingness, pain, don't eat, sleep, don't eat, sleep, don't eat, try to sleep, you need food. it's happening again. go outside and get everything you can find at the shop. put it on the table. eat. eat. eat. don't stop. send a picture to your friend. "look! i ate today." repeat. worry if the fact that you chat with older men online makes you a predator. worry if they think you're even a person. worry if the things they want you to do make you a predator. worry if you would ever break the cycle. your friend tells you he slept with her. he told you he knew you were trans the whole time. you can't bare to face him, to face anybody, all of those people that always said they were there if you needed them, and they barely registered your absence. You got sick, they took you to the hospital in the night, you thought you were going to die, you knew it.

And then, like that, it's over. you're with your parents and disappointing them in the way you always seem to do, but there's a post from this girl on facebook. She is so beautiful and there's a drawing of a caterpie on her page and she has posted about fire emblem. She is looking for somebody to live with.

And she is everything. And she is every joy in the world, obliterating the sepia, lighting the world into colour, life and love and wonder and excitement. Every new experience something to share, every meal something to enjoy together, every day more to see and heal and hurt and heal again and imagine and cry and laugh. And her smile, her eyes, her laugh, her touch, her cheeks oh god her cheeks, her hair, her kindness, her love, her care. So stunningly kind and she'll be convinced that no, it's normal to act like this, it's normal to care about friends this much, and in doing so you believe it too. The world is a kind place because she is there with you.

[golbrocklovely]

I think anon meant 9K😂

It’s 9,910 000

...that's not right either lol

if they're at that number, to get to 10 mil, they need 81k roughly.

(side note, i'm actually so bad at bath that in college i had to take something called "math beauty" which is basically the ~fun~ chapter in a math textbook, but for the whole semester. and even then i barely passed with a C. not to mention when i took the SATs i had to take them twice and while everything went up the second time, my math score got lower, somehow lmao)

[bchanslvr]

hey! can i please request some fluff with harry potter? it can be anything you want! 💘

strawberry shortcake [hp x fem!reader]

word count — 2k (2, 954)

warnings — kissing, anxiety? overal no warnings

summary — you get a bad score and your loving boyfriend comes to the rescue to comfort you.

a/n — thank you for the request!! i couldn't think of an idea so i just came up with one from my own life. basically i had this test that i failed so my math grade from a b to a d.. and so i thought why not just use that and your request to create a fluffy harry x reader where he comforts the reader after a bad grade. i hope you enjoy. also i think i'd like to start writing on here again. and i swear i'll actually do ideas that you guys send me so please send any interesting ideas for me to do. also i tried to check for all grammar errors but im only human after all <3

you felt like your eyes were going to bulge out of your head when you saw your history of magic score. god save me, you thought.

you were stupid. you had a week to study, yet like you always do, you procrastinated and studied for 15 minutes before going to sleep.

and of course the material didn't stick in your head, so you got a poor score on the test. gosh not even poor, it was a tragedy. 13/45? come on. your grade was going to be a disaster. especially so close to break and finals. what were you going to do about it?

your mind was racing a million miles per hour thinking of anything that can help, but you kept running into obstacles.

how about i go during my free time for tutoring? you thought. yes that'll be great! oh wait. i need to go on my plant in herbology. scratch that. how about i beg for a retake? oh who am i kidding? he hates me he'll never let me re-take. maybe i can tell him a sob story, and then he'll have to be sympathetic and help in some way. i know he doesn't do extra credit but-

"hey y/n" harry said walking over to you with his messanger bag in hand.

you stood there frozen for a minute before looking up to say "oh.. hi harry..".

and well, harry could be oblivious sometimes. well, most of the time, but he saw the apathetic look on your face, and he just knew something was wrong. he was smart enough to know he couldn't ask you head on so he said,

"listen, y/n, i see something bothering you, so do you think you would want to go to hosmead after school with me to help you feel better? after all that's what i'm hear for" harry said.

"um... well... i... oh, forget it; yes, I'll come. meet me near the willow tree at 5 and we'll head there. maybe it will clear my mind. thank you again, harry," you said with a wide grin because at least you had someone who cared about you.

"no problem sugar, try to keep your head up till the rest of the day. ill see you later!!" harry said before winking at you and leaving the classroom.

you simply smiled back at him and began packing up your stuff to head out to your next class which was at the oppostie of the end of the school so you had to hurry before you were late.

the rest of the day passed by in such a blur. you didn't pay attention in any of your classes and just sat there in your seat like a statue. you almost ended up falling asleep in charms, but your partner bumped your elbow in time before professor flitchwick came by your seat and harassed you.

you couldn't wait to go to hogsmead with harry. you were having a terrible week, so you really needed this.

so you got to your dorm, did the usual stuff. put away your things, took a long shower, spent more than 10 minutes figuring out what you were going to wear, and just barely ran to the tree on time.

lucky for you, harry was just arriving as well, so you weren't late.

"hi sweetheart! im glad you made it" harry said after giving you a peck kiss on your cheek.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and pshh, whatttt that's just because of how cold it is outside since it's the beginning of november. totally not because of harry's gesture.

you still couldn't believe you scored with the pride of the school. everything that happened between meeting him and dating him was golden. you once believed that love would be black and white, but it's golden.

anyways you need to stop going back to the past and try to stay in the present more.

".. so i was just thinking we'd hit up the leaky cauldron and get a drink and then we can go anywhere you like. like if you have any errands to run. we could do that."

you smiled at him and said, "yes, butterbeer sounds great. "

he smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours.

you tightened your grip on his hand, and smiled to yourself. walking hand in hand to hogsmead.

you guys window shopped until you got to the leaky cauldron. harry being close with the bartender, got to get booth seats and two butterbeers for free cause it was "long over due".

you sat opposite of each other. playing tootsie and giggling at each other's stories about random things like first years.

you stayed there until your drinks were long over, and you guys just talked about whats going on in your lives.

and all too soon it started getting darker, so you had to start leaving. harry gave the bartender a big tip after he once again intertwined his fingers with yours.

you arms swang together as you shuffled closer to stay warm.

kicking the snow on the ground and living carefree.

walking and talking all the way till he reached your dorm door.

 "so.. this is it for today. tomorrow we can go somewhere else, okay? so i guess it's good night love, sleep well-" he started before being interrupted.

"but i want you to stay!" you said, pouting.

"what?" he said, confused.

"yes, harry you heard me, i want you to stay." you said adamentally.

"but what about the enchantments?" he asked.

"oh don't worry hermione got those removed for all of us a long long time ago when she started dating ron"

"your kidding. you absolutey joking with me right?" he said looking ludocrus.

"no honey, im being 100% serious right now" you said smirking at his dumb expression. 

"and nobody told me???? i wanted to sleep next to you the entire time, but i though the enchantments were going to block me. why didn't you say anything?" he said, now being the one who was pouting.

"i don't know why my love. and i'm so sorry; can we cuddle now?" you asked. eye lashes fluttering at him so pretty he just had to give in.

"oh alright, i forgive you" he said smiling.

"yay!" you said as you dragged him by the hand and onto your bed. he would've still be mad at you but how can he be when he sees those eyes of yours that just stare at him full of love, every single minute of your day?

"...and then eat and-hello? harry? HARRY! are you even listening?" you asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face to catch his attention

"oh! woops i'm sorry dove, i got lost in your eyes"

"oh please" you asked, blushing.

"no love, i'm being totally serious right now. they're my favorite part about you. they tell me everything i need to know before it even comes out of your mouth," he said, bringing his hand to caress your right cheek in a loving manner.

"well- i-" you sputter, trying to think of something to say.

"shut up"  he says, in a demanding manner.

he pushed you onto the bed, so that your back was against it and he was on top of you. he was smirking and checking you out as you layed there.

and, to be honest, it made you.. feel things. warm cheeks and a fluttery feeling inside

you loved harry, he was a wonderful man. but God, he was so slow.

he never got any "action" in the love department before you. which you enjoyed because you liked the thought that you would be his first everything.

so far, nothing more than a heavy make-out session with some clothes off has happened. and you would never ever push him or force him to satisfy you until he comes to you.

and you'd wait as long as he made you but he was so dense sometimes.

like now. he doesn't even know the things he does to your insides as he looks at you like that.

"well are you gonna do something or just stare at me like that?" you ask.

he smiled and pressed his lips against yours. his soft velvety lips that have been bitten and chewed on were perfect against yours.

you ran your fingers through the side of his hair and pulled him close till he was one against your boobs.

his hand traveled to your neck, holding you until you had to break apart to breathe.

you giggled at his dazed expression and then pushed him over and straddled him so now you were on top.

now it was his turn to chuckle as he looked up at you with those gorgeous green eyes.

sparkling admised the red curtains and your bed sheets.

you couldn't help it as you smashed his lips into yours once again. it was safe to say you were completely mad for him as he grabbed your waist closer to him.

his hands roamed all over your body. squeezing and pinching and holding any part of your body he could reach. his hands werecoming over to squeeze your ass when-

"Y/N!!! Y?N?? WHERE ARE YOU I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT ME AND RON ARE- ohhhh..." hermione said as she barged into your shared dorm.

you broke apart so fast you must of his hit his head with your chin. ron stood behind hermione shell-shocked and she stood there with the doorknob in her hand speechless.

"im so sorry y/n oh my gosh. i can stay in ron's dorm tonight. don't worry about it. i-uhm have fun you two?.. hahaha bye."

and they slammed the door after that and you could hear them running away frantically. trying to erase the memory of each of their best friends getting it on.

you just sat there on his lap not knowing what just happened and he broke out in a loud laugh. that kind of contagious laugh that cheers everyone up.

you joined him in it and rolled him over so you were both lying on your sides facing each other.

"the l0ook on ron's face i- cant-t"

soon enough the laughing simmidered down and you both just stared at each other.

he was thinking of how lucky he was to have you when you interrupted his train of thought to say: "i actually have the matching pajama set that you got us for christmas last year remember? we couldn't wear it because we were so busy. why don't we wear it now?" you inquired.

"oh yeah! i remember! that's a great idea y/n!" he said, grabbing your cheeks in both hands, squishing them together "my baby's a genius isn't she" he baby talked to you and made you smile and laugh till your jaws hurt.

he then went to get the clothes for you. before yelling about how the girls dormitory had more room than the boys to which you giggled at from where you were on the bed. he then finally brought them back to your bed.

it wasn't anything much it had a snowman and snowflake print on the pants in a velvety soft material, and a ringer tee that said "oh deer"

you went into the bathroom to change happily. thinking about how you still went somewhere else to change even though it has been almost a year of dating him. you were still scared of him seeing you all barren like that and he didn't mind.

but if he was to say, he wouldn't mind you looking like that.

he cleared his throat and looked around to distract his thoughts of you before you showed up dressed looking the most perfect holiday angel.

he couldn't help but blush slightly as you sauntered over with a goofy smile on your face. he didn't like that it rendered his muscles into jello and his stomach to jump around like it did.

"come on now don't make me wait!" you said, giggling and jumping onto your side of the bed.

he smiled at you before joining next to you on the bed. he made himself more comfortable before he thought of something.

"do you want to go down for dinner love?" he asked

"hmphhh, i frogot about that. ughhhhhh do we have toooooo?? m' to comfortable." you said, pulling your blanket higher over you and melting into harry's side and the pillow.

he chuckled again, "that's just what i was about to say. don't worry i have it all sorted out"

he clapped twice before winky the elf walked out of thin air and bowed down to harry.

"hi there winky, how have you been?" harry asked genuinely.

"i've been good sir. how has master harry potter been?"

"i've been good. listen now, i have a request. can you bring us our dinner to our bed? i don't know if it's allowed but me and my girlfriend here don't want to walk down to dinner. can you do that?"

"sure winky can bring food for master harry potter and his girlfriend! winky would be delighted to be of service!"

"thank you winky i know i can count on you. could you also bring us two glasses of water and any dessert you have?"

"yes sir i'll be back here as soon as i can!"

and just like that she disappeared again leaving you guys in silence.

"well well well... look at you, with your own personal elf huh? what will hermione think?"

"shut up, winky actually likes to work and i'm just helping her to be in service" he said, and with that he pinched you.

"oww!! harry!! i know i was just teasing you. and you know actually in my house when you clap two times you either turn on or off a light not make an elf appear"

"oh yeah well-"

winky appeared out of thin air again with a tray in her hands

"here you are sir and sir's girlfriend. for your dessert like you asked i brought you somthing we had left over, strawberry shortcakes!! is this okay for master harry potter?" she asked.

harry grabbed it from her hand and placed in the middle of the bed.

"it's perfect winky thank you. you are dismissed now. "thank you sir. if there is anything else you would like me to do winky will be glad to service you again!"

she disappeared out of the thin air she came from.

"alright then dig in my love" he said.

"thank you harry, you're a dear" you say.

he blushed at the nickname but ate nonetheless. until you got to the dessert, you guys sat in a comfortable silence. but just when you were about to dig in on the cake both of your utensils clinked as they were reaching for the cake at the same time.

you looked at each other and laughed. "how about we do this? i know this might be a little cringe but i can feed you and you can feed me"

"ah yes be romantic in our bed with pajamas on, sure let's" harry said chuckling.

you shook your head with a smile and grabbed a piece on your fork, his mouth wide open and waiting. you gently pushed it into his mouth and brought it back out.

then it was his turn to dip his fork into the cheesecake and feed it to you like that. that kept altering until the cake was done. when it was done and about to be cleaned up you observed a small piece of frosting hanging on his chin.

you smiled to your self before putting your thumb into your mouth to collect wetness before wiping away the smudge.

he seemed surprised at first and then finally came to his senses.

he grabbed your wrist when it was just about to leave and pulled you closer. you look at him startled before he smashed his lips onto you once again. he pressed himself against you and warmed you up from the inside.

he tasted like strawberries and smelled like the leftover smell of a fireplace that's been extingushed.

you closed your eyes and gave in to his ministrations. allowing him to place you on your back on your bed again and kiss you like no tomorrow. you were panting as you broke apart.

that went on for a few more minutes till the high went off and he seemed embarrassed of what he did.

"harry. darling. don't worry. i liked it. if you hadn't started it, i would've" you said, caressing his arm.

he seemed to be reassured in your words and smiled at you. he put the tray away for the elfs to get in the morning along with your clothes to be washed.

you both set yourself comfortable and snuggled into the warm covers.

you wanted to face him but your back demanded to be faced the other way. you swore you had a back problem, and you were not even twenty!! so you faced your back to his face. thought he didn't mind. he actually preferred it this way because he could put his leg on top of you pull you closer to his chest.

you could feel his breath down your neck and his hand inching over your stomach lacing with yours. his face hidden among your soft hair.

you layed there content and belly full with the love of your life and delicious food. your bad score from the morning is a faint memory in the back of your mind. you can worry about that when exams come but for now life was good.

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harry taglist - i have no one to tag right now except the people i already know like works, because i made a new taglist which is in my navigation so if you'd like to be tagged in future works check it out! anyways @elleblxck @ronsbadidea @ladyvesuvia @heythereangels @hmupotter @toms-diary

[lov-eable]

TELL ME  ֗ ˖ ࣪ ᩠ ༉‧₊˚ ✿ #01

━━ a filmmaker decides to follow and document the lives of the worst and best students at your school for a month, unfortunately, those students are you and chishiya, the most annoying guy on earth.

masterlist ◌*ꕤ

word count ✦ 1726

A/N: lets not question why the best student is allowed to have dyed long hair, idk either!!!! also kyuma cameo, i just needed someone as the filmmaker so hes kinda ooc take that in mind U_U hope u like it!

05/28/18 12:38

Why did the principal reach out to you to meet him at his office? Were you in trouble? Did he finally decide to expel you because of your scores? No, it couldn’t be, everyone knows that type of thing only happens in American movies, so, why were you waiting there and nervously avoiding eye contact? Also, a weird guy -he was wearing a cap indoors and that was enough for you to consider him weird-, who undoubtedly was not a teacher, even less a student was awkwardly standing in the corner of the room. You prayed for a word, just a single word, that could break the tense silence. As if your prayers had been heard for the very first time in your whole life, the awkward guy with the cap crouched down to whisper something in the director’s ear and as he vaguely nodded, the principal eventually spoke. 

“Miss Kano, I have summoned you to propose and discuss an extracurricular activity involving you and one of your classmates” classmate? Who was he talking about? You started getting more curious, letting go of your previous anxieties, maybe this proposal could be fun, right? As long as they didn't force you to study maths for two hours every day after school, it would be pleasant. You heard the strange man clear his throat and you prepared yourself to finally hear him talk, he made you more curious than creeped out. “It seems your, uh, friend may take his time to arrive yet” so your so-called classmate was a guy, your options to guess decreased, “allow me to introduce myself, I’m Kyuma Ginji, filmmaker and the director of this new project”.

Someone knocked on the door softly, so softly it could almost have been ignored if the people in the room weren’t so expectant of the arrival of the fourth member and the principal barely said a word allowing the newcomer to enter the room. Just like that, all your expectations, interest and curiosity died right there without an opportunity to meet the real world. The one classmate who could disturb your day with only his presence set foot into the office and sat in the chair next to you. “Good morning, I’m sorry about the delay, I was taking care of a homework-related matter with Mister Kuzuryu” you tried not to look at him but even his voice annoyed you.

Mr. Kyuma brushed it off and resumed his self-introduction, “now that you both are here, I will explain you my project. Basically, my crew and I want to portray the lives of the senior students with the best and worst grades respectively, and see how you interact with each other for a month” no, simply no, there was no way you would interact with Chishiya for a whole month in front of cameras, not even if a gun was pointed at your head, “if you both agree, we’ll sign a contract and start shooting the first day of June, that way we’ll end at the start of July without disrupting your midterm exams. Please let me know what you think”.

“I think I’ll pass…” “Sir, are we going to get paid?” that rude cat-face with toilet paper-coloured hair dared to cut you off. Who did he think he was? Sometimes, you said to yourself it was nonsense to dislike him with so much energy, and maybe you could start over. You wouldn’t dare to befriend him, but you could finally leave each other alone, but with moments like this, you realized that would never happen. “Yes, of course, all of that information is in more detail in the contract, would you like to see it?” Mr. Kyuma said as he quickly, and really clumsily, directed himself towards his briefcase taking out a portfolio which, you assumed, stored your contracts.

He handed you each a piece of paper which contained all the clauses and conditions, you started reading it but reminded yourself you weren’t interested, if you accepted, you would work closely with Chishiya for a whole freaking month. “Uh, sorry, as I was saying…” “It’s okay, I’ll join the documental” and again, see? This was the reason why you would never work willingly with Chishiya, also, it was odd of Chishiya to accept something like this. No matter how much you disliked him, you couldn’t deny you knew him very well, at the end of the day, you essentially watched him grow. And this wasn’t usual for him. You noticed everyone seeing you expecting an answer, Chishiya smirked at you irritating your insides, “Miss Kano, we only need you to agree and we’ll sign the contracts tomorrow, then start filming as scheduled” oh no, there it was, the pressure. 

It puzzled you why Chishiya agreed to this, the truth is, he had two big reasons; first, he would get paid and the amount was not low, and second, he heard you trying to deny the offer so he figured out that by agreeing, he would have the opportunity to bother you and see that annoyed face of yours that pleased him so much. If we are being honest, it puzzled him as much as you, if not more, why he got so much satisfaction by being around you and pushing your buttons, but the answer was something he deep inside knew he wouldn’t like to acknowledge.

Oh, you were aware there was no way out. Chishiya was already on board and the producer looked at you with puppy-like eyes, anticipating your positive answer. You knew you didn’t owe him anything, but still, he seemed young and hopeful. Even to the untrained eye, it was evident this was his first project. “Uh, why not? But I would like to mention this to my parents first” you talked with hesitation, contemplating the slightest chance your parents would disapprove of their youngest daughter appearing on a documentary showing off her awful grades.

Certainly, your parents weren’t against it, they didn’t even bat an eye, as per usual, they didn’t care about your life while you weren’t out there doing drugs -you weren’t sure about that testament either-. “Could you hand me the salad? Thanks. Yeah, your teacher, or was it your principal? Not so sure, but I got a call, they explained everything. You can participate, honey, it’s not like you’re going to get distracted from your studies or anything” your mom chuckled as if what she had said just recently was funny, but no one else at the table was laughing. Family dinners were always the same, your parents making passive-aggressive comments towards you, maybe praise your sister once or twice and silence. Not awkward, nor comfortable either, just plain silence.

“Mom, I’m not going to join the project” as you said, your parents released a “why?!” into the air in unison. You barely muttered “because I don’t want to” when your dad replied in a demanding tone, “that’s not a valid answer. You never want to do anything. If you do it, you’ll have money and at least one thing to write in your resume” of course the one time you needed your parents to mind their business as they always did was the time they decided to involve themselves into your life. “The man I spoke to earlier mentioned you and Shuntaro Chishiya, if I’m not mistaken, would be filmed. He is Dr. Chishiya’s son, right? He’s the best student, you could use some of his knowledge”.

That was it, you couldn’t stand Chishiya, you couldn’t stand your family, you were at your limit. You stuffed your mouth with the remaining food on your plate and stood up without saying a word, you heard your parents calling your name, but it did not matter to you at the moment. Taking the book you borrowed from the school library and laying in your bed, you found your desired peace, or so you believed until you heard a door knock. You didn’t answer in the case that would make whoever knocked on your door go away. 

It didn’t, instead, a rather familiar face appeared as they opened your door. “Forgot to lock it” Mira grinned at you, “what do you want?” you said while covering your face with the book you were reading at the moment -The Silent Cry by Kenzaburo Oe-. “Can I come in?” you did not use your energy to say no because your sister would ignore you and enter your room whether you like it or not.

She sat next to you in your bed, “I think you shouldn’t deny the film offer”, “are you joining them in this nonsense? Traitor…” you moved yourself to face the wall because you were actually hurt she was taking your parents’ side instead of yours. “It’s a really good opportunity, I don’t think you should miss it, also, why you don’t want to do it? Even though my parents think you are lazy, I know you’re down to try everything at least once”.

“Why are you being so nosy? It’s not like it matters to you or something” you faced her again and stood right up to be at her height. “You are right, it does not matter to me, but clearly does to you, that’s why it’s bothering you so much and you don’t want to say the reason why. Whatever, my opinion shouldn’t be important, but I do think you should do it. You’ll get paid, maybe you could show off some of your poetry, you know, and mom and dad would love to see you” Mira stood up as she talked and was about to disappear through the door that connected your room to the hall but she stopped when you called her name. 

There was a simple phrase you knew you had to say, different from what Mira would have liked to hear, but you didn’t say any of those. “You’re too good with words, you’re like a congressman” your sister laughed leaning against the door, “oh, god, I wish I was a congressman, do you know how much they get paid a year?” a sweet moment of giggles and then, a comfortable silence between you and her settled in the room, “anyways, I have to study, think about what I told you. Good luck with your book”

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[thescrawnybea]

𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞

𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫!𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠

You sat at a lunch table with the basketball and cheer team. You had recently joined the cheer team, mostly so you wouldnt get picked on and so you could spend more time with your brother, Jason Carver. Most known for his spot on the basketball team. His parents adopted you when you were around the age of two. Ever since then, you tried to spend as much time with him as possible. Now you could cheer for him as he played basketball. Your cheer skills weren't great, so you could thank Chrissy for helping you get that spot.

You sat there zoned out, most likely thinking about your test score for math, or the big game. you heard Jason calling someone a freak, most likely Eddie Munson, the head of the Hellfire Club. They were labeled as the "Freaks" and "Social Rejects." You weren't too popular yourself. The only reason you were somewhat popular was because you were a cheerleader. You mostly hung out with the same people. Jason and Chrissy. That was just about it. You felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned to see Chrissy. "Are you alright? You've just been staring at your plate for a while now." You realized you had barely eaten any of your lunch. "Oh yeah, I'm fine! Just thinking." You smiled. She smiled back, and with that you were back to zoning out.

Soon enough you were in Jason's car, riding home. Chrissy was in the front seat chatting with him. You joined the team to get closer with him, but you ended up in the same spot as before. Third wheeling. As always. Now don't get me wrong! You loved Chrissy, she was a sweet and very kind girl, but you always ended up being the third wheel. On the ride home Paradise City by Guns N' Roses Came on. You sang the lyrics quietly until the song ended and you were home.

Once you were home you decided to go to your room and listen to some Madonna. You heard Chrissy and Jason in the next room laughing. You looked out your window as the orange and red leaves fell off the trees. It was currently the first day of October. Fall was one of your favorite season, all the pretty leaves, costumes and events. You thought about what you would be this year, but a knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. "Me and Chrissy are going down to the mall before it gets dark, do you want to come?" Jason asked. Starcourt Mall was recently rebuilt after some sort of "incident" there. "Sure!" you agreed and ran down stairs to get in the car.

Once you got there jason handed you a ten dollar bill, "We are going to look around, go buy something." Him and Chrissy walked off. You looked down at the dollar bill. "What am I supposed to buy with this?" you mumbled. You looked around at all the stores, you saw a Burger King. You were pretty hungry since you didnt eat much of your lunch and you hadn't had dinner yet. So, you walked in. However when you walked in there was a long line. "Really at 7:00 in the afternoon?" You whispered to yourself. You shrugged your shoulder and got in line. After a few minutes passed by, some kid knocked into you causing you to drop your money on the ground, you turned around to pick it up. When you did someone had already beat you to it. Long fingers were handing you the cash back, you looked up and saw a shirt you recognized, Hellfire Club. When you looked up even more you saw a face you recognized aswell. Mike Wheeler.

[jenoismydad]

2 + 3 = You In Me

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Pairing: Tutor!Jaemin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut (pwp), Slight Angst, College AU

Words: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ content. Unprotected sex.

Synopsis: He agrees to tutor you and you end up becoming good friends even though you both so clearly want to be more. What happens when you let you bodies talk for you?

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Jaemin was coming over to help you prepare for a test. You had no clue how he'd agreed to assist you, but you were thankful nonetheless. Jaemin rarely ever studied with girls. Mostly because they were always hitting on him. But it seemed you were an exception. You wondered why but you figured it was because he was trying to make some extra money.

Yes, Jaemin made you pay him. He made everyone pay him so you didn't think too much of it. From what you'd heard, his methods never failed to prove effective. You hoped he could help you study well enough to pass this test. After all, a majority of your grade depended on it.

You'd spent a good amount of your time trying to prepare a nice study space for you both to sit at in your apartment. So far you'd only managed to clean your coffee table and place two cushions for seats at its feet.

Jaemin would be here any minute. You rushed to get everything you'd need for the day, wanting to keep it all ready so that you wouldn't have to interrupt the study session. Your bell rang not soon after. He was here on time.

Opening the door, you welcomed him with a smile. He nodded and entered without a word. Black track pants and a plain white shirt. Jaemin hadn't made much of an effort to dress to impress. He ventured into your dorm, looking around the place silently.

That's when he came across your makeshift study zone. He pointed at it and looked at you.

"We're studying here," he asked, placing his hands in his pockets. He sounded a tad bit dejected. Your eyes widened slightly in panic. Was he not comfortable with sitting on the floor? "Yeah, I figured. Is there a problem," you asked, fearing the worst for no reason. Jaemin shook his head. "Nope, I just thought we were gonna sit in your room. That's where most of the girls take me anyways," he revealed, flashing you a small grin. You immediately felt at ease.

"My room's kind of a mess at the moment," you admitted, joining him near your couch. He took a seat on the floor, placing the cushion behind his back instead. He cleaned his black-rimmed glasses and patted the space next to himself. "Let's get started."

Jaemin was a pro at breaking down the complex concept so that your pea-sized brain could understand it to the fullest. The only drawback with that method was that it took much longer than you'd like it to. Two hours later you'd only finished one of the chapters that would be coming for the test. You still had four more to go.

"Fuck it's already three o'clock," you complained, falling dramatically on the coffee table. Jaemin flipped his pen in his fingers and stretched his body with a yawn. "I don't mind staying overtime," he joked. He'd made a lot of humoring comments during your time with him. The last you'd heard, he tended to be quite serious, never straying from his purpose. Not that you minded or anything, but Jaemin wasn't really meeting the expectations everyone had set for him in your mind. Maybe they were just trying to intimidate you.

"Don't you have to study too," you asked, turning your head to glance at him. He looked at you and shook his head. "I already studied beforehand. Plus, this test's gonna be super easy. You pass it with a breeze," he admitted. As relieving as that sounded, you didn't wanna take any chances. What if he flunked the test because he didn't revise or something. You really didn't want to be the person he blamed when that happened.

"You don't have to stay for my sake. You can go home if you want to. I think I can manage on my own now." you flipped through the pages of your coursebook, sighing in despair. It was a lot to go through. At least you still had half the day left.

Jaemin folded his arms. "Don't worry about me y/n. Not to undermine you, but I don't think you can get through all of this by yourself. I mean, you barely managed to understand the basics. All those chapters just branch off from this one and get increasingly tough to learn."

If this was him trying to convince you to let him stay then it sure as hell was working. You groaned and sat back up. "You promise you won't fail the test because of me then?" Jaemin chuckled. "Of course not. I'll pass with flying colors."

So you resumed studying. Jaemin was right. What he taught you next was more confusing than the first chapter you'd covered. You regretted not paying attention during your lectures. Jaemin never got impatient with you. In fact, he took ample time to make sure you understood everything he explained to you. He was very thorough and you appreciated that. However the more knowledge you absorbed, the more exhausted you felt. It got to the point where you felt like you couldn't study any further. Jaemin then suggested that you take a small break. You couldn't have agreed faster.

"Once we're done you should go through the practice questions that I emailed you," Jaemin reminded, taking a sip of the soda you'd offered him. You gave him a thumbs up and fell on the ground. "You're a lifesaver Na Jaemin."

Jaemin chuckled and turned to you. "I'm guessing it's not just math that you're having a problem with."

You raised your head and narrowed your eyes at him. "Nicely deduced."

"We can get together to study together for your other subjects if you don't mind. No need to pay me either," he offered.

You furrowed your brows. "Jaemin the longer you spend teaching me the dumber you're gonna get."

He brushed you off. "I'm pretty sure it doesn't work like that."

"You never know, and besides, after today you should know that it's gonna take five hundred years to clear all my concepts. Do you even have that kind of time?"

Jaemin tilted his soda can at you. "You'd be surprised at how much free time I have on my hands."

You smiled. "Wait so you're actually agreed to be my personal tutor."

Jaemin rolled his eyes amusedly. "It was my proposition but yes. I wouldn't be your personal tutor though. Just a study partner."

You sat up and leaned back. "So like, studying in the library after class and stuff like that?"

He nodded. "If the library's closed we can come here or I can take you to my place."

You pursed your lips, considering his deal. But something paused your train of thoughts. "Wait a minute. Why are you asking me this all of a sudden? You hardly seem like the type of guy who'd study with someone else."

Jaemin downed his drink, wincing at the fizziness that clawed at his throat. "I've had fun studying with you so far. Like, you're genuinely dumb, unlike some other people I tutor who just pretend to be dumb so they can spend a few hours with me."

You raised a brow. Had he just called you dumb? "I'll try not to take offense, thank you very much."

Jaemin apologized with a laugh.

"Does it make you feel smarter in some type of way," you asked? Jaemin hummed in response. "It kinda does now that you mention it. But I also feel like it would help me revise and clear my own concepts at the same time."

That made sense. "Damn, and here I was thinking you wanted to do this cause you were interested in me."

Jaemin's eyes widened. You raised your hands in defense. "It's just a joke. Don't take it seriously," you assured. Jaemin relaxed at that.

"Let's get started again. We're almost halfway there," he said, changing the topic. You agreed and sat beside him again, pen in hand, ready to go.

_

You walked out of your lecture with a bright smile on your face and headed straight to the library. Sure enough, Jaemin was already sitting there, waiting for you patiently. You sent him a small wave and skipped over to him. Handing him your graded test paper, you watched excitedly as his eyes lit up.

"Oh my god. You passed!"

You squealed and sat next to him, placing your bag near your feet. Jaemin smiled up at you. "This is such a good score," he added, glad that he'd been able to help.

"Henceforth we're studying together for every single test. I don't care if you're sick or at a friend's house."

Jaemin laughed and nodded. "Sure thing. If it means seeing you this happy then I'm down."

You froze at his words, glancing towards him. He clearly didn't seem to realize what he'd just said. Maybe you'd heard wrong. It was possible. After all, he was whispering. You didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to listening anyways. Concluding that you were mistaken, you pulled out your books and got to finishing up your assignments.

A few hours later Jaemin and you exited the library. You both usually parted ways since your dorms were in the opposite direction. However today, Jaemin followed behind you.

"What are you doing," you asked when he jogged up next to you. "We should celebrate your achievement today," he suggested. That sounded nice. "Okay then, what do you propose we should do?"

Jaemin pondered on your question. "Let's go to the cafe. I'll buy you coffee and anything else you want."

Coffee was perfect. You nodded and agreed. Jaemin grinned and led you to a small cafe that was just a little outside campus.

You both entered the small shop, the tantalizing scent of coffee hitting your senses immediately. Even though it was almost lunchtime, the cafe was brimming with multitudes of students. Luckily, the queue was short.

"Go find us somewhere nice to sit. I'll buy us some drinks," Jaemin said, pulling out his phone. Before you left, you let him know what you'd like.

Venturing to the back of the cafe, you found a secluded booth for two. It faced a large window, one that gave a fantastic view of the campus. You took a seat and placed your bag next to you. After a couple minutes of waiting, Jaemin emerged with your drinks in hand. He handed you yours before sitting down.

"Iced Americano? I see you're into the classics," you chimed, deciding to spark up a conversation. Jaemin took a sip of his drink. "Simple is the best after all."

Of course, it was. "Hey Jaemin," you started, setting your drink down on the table. He hummed. "Do you wanna come over later today," you asked. Jaemin furrowed his brows. "But we already finished studying."

You shook your head. "Not to study. Let's hang out, maybe watch a movie or something like that."

He seemed a bit taken aback, but nothing too alarming. It was just that you two never really did anything other than study together. Sure enough, you'd become close because of it. But you figured as friends, there were other things you could engage in to pass the time.

"Let's do it. What time should I come over," Jaemin asked? "Does seven work for you? I'll order pizza, so you don't need to worry about dinner."

Jaemin nodded. "Seven works for me."

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As soon as the clock struck seven, there was a knock on your door. The ever punctual Jaemin would never be a second late. You let him in, eager to get your night started. He walked into your dorm and went straight to your room, plopping down on your bed as if it were his own.

You'd already been browsing on Netflix, wondering what genre he liked. It had never come up in conversation before so you didn't really know.

"What are we watching," he asked, scrolling through the options. You shrugged and joined him on your bed. "I'm not sure. I didn't know what you like," you admitted.

"I usually just watch whatever's in the top ten or 'new this week'," he shared. He stopped at a movie you would never have believed he'd be interested in.

"You wanna watch Yes Day," you asked in disbelief? Jaemin giggled and nodded innocently. "It looks super lame but I've already finished watching everything," he revealed. Here you were thinking you both would watch something more serious instead of a family movie. Instead of spending forty minutes trying to settle on one movie, you decided it best to just go with the first choice.

Jaemin started the movie and leaned back beside you. It was quiet between you both for the most part. You watched the movie in silence. It wasn't as entertaining as you'd thought it would be, but Jaemin seemed to be engrossed in it so you chose to say nothing and continued staring at the screen.

Halfway into the movie, Jaemin stifled a yawn and fell to the side, rubbing his eyes tiredly. He looked at you and pointed to the screen. "Are we gonna keep watching this?"

You let out a breath of relief and exited out of the movie once and for all. "If you didn't like it why'd you make me watch it," you complained, shutting your laptop. Jaemin sat up and crossed his legs. "I thought you were enjoying it. You even laughed at the funny parts."

You stuck your chin out. "You should know what my fake laugh sounds like by now Jaemin." He raised his hands in defense. "The only time I hear you laugh is when you realize you're doing something wrong."

You tsked. "That's called nervous laughter genius. You suck at interpreting emotions."

He hit you with a pillow softly. "Hey, stop making me out for a robot."

"You're the human embodiment of the AI," you joked, dodging the pillow he swung at you. Raising your hands in defense, you shielded yourself from him. "At least I said you're intelligent."

Jaemin paused his attacks. "You're lucky I think you're cute. I'll let you off the hook for now."

You had another one of those moments where you froze, wondering if the words that had come out of his mouth were true or not. He didn't whisper this time. You'd heard everything word for word. But you couldn't believe it.

"Did you just call me cute?"

Jaemin nodded, not seeming too surprised about it. "You aren't not cute," he added. Maybe you were misinterpreting the meaning behind it. Friends called friends cute. It was normal. That didn't mean that they liked each other, did it?

Noticing the conflict in your expression, Jaemin leaned forward and cleared his throat. "I didn't mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way."

Something about that made your stomach churn. You felt uneasy all of a sudden. You wanted to be relieved, that he didn't think of you as more than a friend. But a part of you wished he felt otherwise. You didn't know why, it just did.

You chuckled awkwardly and faced him. "Yeah, of course, you didn't. I don't know why I thought that."

Jaemin hummed and rested his chin on his palm. "Maybe because you wanted it to be true."

"Huh?"

"Maybe you wanted me to tell you that I like you."

You didn't know what to say to that. So you just smiled awkwardly. "But you don't, do you?"

Jaemin grinned. "Do you want me to?"

"No! Of course not, why would I-"

"I'm just messing with you y/n. Don't worry, we're just friends," he assured, finding you getting alarmed quite amusing. You hit his shoulder. "Don't joke around like that. Who knows what might happen."

Jaemin's laughter died down. He met your gaze sombrely. You knew he wanted to say something, but he remained silent. His eyes traveled down to your lips for a moment. You sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling giddy. Jaemin looked back into your eyes, this time with a small smile. You didn't know what he was doing. You also didn't know if you liked it or not. Your mind said one thing and your body said another. Jaemin subtly licked his lips. You had no clue why the action had such a devastating effect on you.

Before you knew it, your lips were on his. Jaemin didn't seem surprised at all. In fact, he relaxed and snaked his arm around your waist, pulling your body onto his. He fell back on your mattress, bringing you on top of him. Straddling his lap, you placed your hands on either side of his head, kissing him with vigor. Jaemin groaned against your mouth, the sound sending warm shivers down your back. His lips were softer than you thought they'd be and he tasted faintly of coffee.

His hands slipped under your shirt, resting on your skin. His touch felt fiery hot. You rolled your hips over his lap impulsively, biting his both lip as a throaty groan left his mouth. He squeezed your waist and trailed his hands down to your ass.

Before things could escalate, however, your bell rang. You both stilled, separating from each other. When your eyes met, you scrambled off of him and sat at the edge of your bed, completely stunned. Jaemin rubbed his face and sat up as well, not really knowing what to say. The bell rang again, snapping you out of your daze. "I'll go get that," you muttered disorientedly, leaving Jaemin in your room. He nodded and stood up. "Actually, I'm gonna go," he said, leaving your room before you could say anything. You heard the door open and shut soon after. Your bell rang again.

You went to open your door. A delivery guy stood before you, hands empty with a confused look on his face. "The guy that just left took the pizza with him. He said that you'd pay for it." You couldn't believe it. Nonetheless, you paid the man and shut your door. What had just happened?

_

A few days passed after the incident at your dorm. Jaemin hadn't called or texted you and in all honesty, you hadn't made an attempt to contact him. You felt too embarrassed to face him. After all, it was you who'd gone onto him. Even if he didn't push you away it wasn't like either of you had agreed to start making out. You were anxious because you knew you'd ruined your friendship with him.

A part of you missed him. You enjoyed spending time with him, even though all you did was study. Everything was so bleak now that he wasn't around to humor you.

You didn't want to regret whatever had happened that night. It was amazing. You just wished it hadn't ended the way it did. You should have understood that he indeed was joking. Instead, you mistook his prodding for sarcasm.

It made no sense for you to not speak to him. You wanted to make amends, figure out what had gone wrong. But you were scared he'd ignore you. That would just make you feel worse than you already did.

So you passed the days, wafting in your own misery. Pitying yourself as if the entire weight of the world had been thrown on your shoulders.

Little did you know that all it would take was another shitty test score for you to pick up your phone and call Jaemin.

"Help me study," you said as soon as he answered the call. Jaemin was silent on the other end. "Don't just listen to me. Say something," you begged. Your heart felt heavy. You heard him sigh. "I'd rather not y/n." You got goosebumps. "Jaemin, please. We can go to fucking library if that makes you feel better," you suggested, desperate for him to agree. After giving it some thought he finally answered you. "Okay fine. Tomorrow at three. But no longer than three hours."

He hung up, leaving you feeling a tad bit better. You looked forward to the next day. Hopefully, he wouldn't act indifferent to you.

_

Jaemin sat in your usual spot at the library. He was on his phone, leg crossed over his lap leisurely. You walked up to him and took a seat beside him without a word. Seeing you had arrived, he put his phone away and turned to you. "What are we studying?"

You took out your books and opened them. "This."

Jaemin glanced over the material. No wonder you'd flunked your test. He sighed, placing the textbook between you two. Without wasting a second, he began tutoring you.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't pay attention. You were too busy staring at his face, more specifically his lips. They way he'd lick them ever so often made butterflies soar in your stomach. He'd run his hand through his fluffy hair and adjust his glasses, letting your mind run wild. Jaemin didn't seem to notice your lack of focus. You figured he didn't really care. He kept glancing at his watch. It was like he was waiting for your time with him to come to an end.

Much to your dismay, eventually it did.

"I'll send you a picture of some practice material. You can use that to prepare better," he concluded, getting up from his seat. You quickly stuffed your books in your bag and ran after him.

"Jaemin wait!"

He paused. "What," he asked as he turned around. He sounded disinterested. "Can we talk," you asked? Jaemin sighed and shrugged. "What do you wanna talk about," he questioned, placing his hands in his pockets. "About what happened at my place last week."

Jaemin tensed up. "It was a mistake. I think we both understood that."

You shook your head. "I don't know Jaemin, I'm not sure I did."

He furrowed his brows. "What do you mean?"

"The more I thought about it the more I realized that I wouldn't have kissed you unless I wanted to. Not just that but you wouldn't have let it go so far if you thought it was wrong."

He seemed at a loss for words.

"When you called me cute, you did mean it in an 'I have a crush on you' type of way." You didn't need an answer for him to know you were correct.

"What are you trying to say y/n," he asked, sounding defeated.

"That I like you," you admitted. Jaemin's eyes widened. "And that you like me too," you added.

Jaemin bit his lip. "Okay, so then why were we acting like we hated each other for so long?"

You shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because you overthink everything and I'm a big pussy."

Jaemin chuckled and slung his arm around your shoulder. "I'm sorry about that babe."

You cringed at the nickname. "Don't 'babe' me. We're not dating. Not yet."

Jaemin rolled his eyes. "Does it really need to be that formal?"

You nodded adamantly. "Of course it does."

He sighed. "Fine. Will you go out with me y/n?"

You smiled and shook your head. "I'd rather not Jaemin."

"Yeah whatever," he said with a scoff, leading you outside.

_

As soon as you were past your door Jaemin's lips were on yours in an instant. He pushed you against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist. You held onto his shoulders, sighing into his mouth. "I missed you so fucking much," he muttered, stumbling to your room.

He dropped you on your bed and hovered over you, staring down at you somberly before kissing you again. His lips didn't stay on yours for too long, trailing down to your jaw and then your neck. You tugged at his shirt, urging him to take it off. When he did, you stared at his chiseled body in awe. "I didn't know you worked out."

Jaemin chuckled at your comment and pulled your own shirt off. He flicked the tiny bow on your bra with an amused grin. "This is cute."

You nudged his arm timidly. "I wasn't exactly preparing myself for this moment."

He said nothing further and latched his lips to your neck once again. Running your fingers through his hair, you craned your neck to the side to give him more access. He gently sucked on your skin, not too harsh that it would leave marks. You sighed and fiddled with the waistband of his sweatpants. "Do you want it off," he asked quietly, lips ghosting over yours. You nodded, biting your lip when he pushed his pants down.

His member came into sight, making your mouth water.

Taking your hand in his, he brought it to his cock. Your fingers wrapped around his girth instinctively. Jaemin suck in a breath as he made you stroke his length. His hand slipped past your panties, fingers toying with your clit. You gasped and spread your legs wider, loving the way his calloused fingertips felt. Tightening your grip around his cock, you jerked him off earnestly. In turn, Jaemin began rubbing quick circles into your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Letting go of his member, you hastily pushed your pants down your legs. Jaemin peeled your panties off of you, marveling at the sight of your glistening pussy. "Don't just stare," you complained, shutting your legs, "do something."

Jaemin wordlessly, spread your legs apart and settled down between your thighs. He glanced up at your through his lashes, asking for permission before licking a stripe up your folds. You pushed your hips against his mouth, eyes falling shut when he repeated the action. Holding onto your thighs, he nipped and sucked at your clit, groaning every time your bucked your hips into his face. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at his roots. Jaemin's fingers prodded at your slit, slowly entering your walls. He curled them up, making your arch your back in delight. It felt so good. He knew exactly what he was doing.

With his tongue skillfully moving over your clit and his fingers continuously pumping in and out of you, it didn't take long for you to feel a familiar knot in your stomach. You sat up, pulling his mouth off of your cunt. "I need you to fuck me now." Your voice was hushed, breathless because of how much you'd moaned. Jaemin's eyes had darkened considerably. He pushed you down on your back again and pressed his tip to your entrance.

Jaemin felt bigger than he looked. Not that you were complaining or anything, it just took a while to get used to. He made sure you were comfortable before slowly starting to pound into you.

You grabbed his arms as he fastened his pace, head falling back in ecstasy. Shallow breaths left his parted lips. "You feel so good," he muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His breath was hot on your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck, humming in response. You were close. Jaemin could tell.

Gripping onto your waist, he went faster, slamming his cock into you as he chased your highs. You cried out his name, squeezing your eyes shut. Your walls clenched tightly around his length, your orgasm crashing down on you intensely. Soon enough, he twitched inside you. His thighs stilled, hips snapping into you one last time before thick ropes of his cum shot into your walls. He let out a pleased groan, voice deep and raspy.

"That was amazing," you breathed, pushing your hair out of your face as Jaemin moved off of you. He smiled and tugged his pants back on, joining you under the covers. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Jaemin pulled you into his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. You laughed to yourself. "What is it," Jaemin asked. You shook your head, looking at him. "To think this all started after you agreed to tutor me."

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[bokutobaes]

inarizaki boys when you have a bad day

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆-with: atsumu, suna, kita

☆-!warnings!: swearing, parental issues, parents fighting, (there’s nothing physically violent), illness like the flu

☆-a/n: yall these are longgg LOL sorry

☆- author: lu <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ atsumu:

-his baby had a bad day :((

-just kidding he didn’t notice at first I’m so sorry nzjsjjsj

-your lockers are nearby so he’s usually waiting for you there first thing in the morning

-you woke up today with a headache and you were just really tired from studying last night :/

-you wanted to suck it up because it was your own fault for leaving the studying until the night before the test you had

-anyways, you were walking up to your locker lowkey trying to avoid eye contact with him

-“hi tsumu :)” u fricken liar with that fake smile

-“morning babe!” atsumu pulled u in for a back hug “i have to get to class kinda early for a test review so i’ll see you at lunch”

-and with that he was pecking your cheek and leaving

-“okay.. kind of good” you thought.. you didn’t wanna worry him or anything so you headed to you first class, math

-hell literally broke loose.. you forgot your pencil case and had to ask like 4 people until you got one which was embarrassing

-AND THEN the teacher called on you for an answer that you didn’t know like the universe

was against you or something

-“uhh... ummm i don’t know..” headass😩

-the class after that was slightly less dehumanizing but it was also japanese class.. the class you had a test in that you just barely studied for

-you did the test and lost braincells, blood sweat and tears LOL

-“okay class these will be graded by lunchtime so please come by to collect your scores before your next class”

-ogey :/ anyways u went to ur next class and before u knew it, it was lunch time.

-a text from atsumu made your phone vibrate while on your way to get your test scores

-“hey babe im actually gonna eat lunch with samu we’re practicing a bit at lunch”

-oh :) ok :) that’s fine :) not like u :) desperately:) need a hug :) right now :)

-“oh okay babe” you text back

-whatever u don’t need him independent queen

-that’s your mindset.. until you get those test scores

-it’s a literal fail .. did not pass the test.. ok..

-“y/n san, these test scores were not your usual best. I’m slightly disappointed, if there’s anything going on please let me know”

-“thank you sensei. i’ll do better next time.

-at this point you were just tying not to cry so you took your test and shouldered your bag and walked to a bench outside for some fresh air.

-right.. you didn’t bring lunch today

-so now you were hungry, tired, defeated, disappointed and lonely :,(

-the last class of your day went by quickly probably because you were zoned out the whole time

-the end of the day came and you were at your locker when your guardian texted you

-“Y/n, you had that test today right? I’m expecting to see the grade when your back home. Didn’t have time to make food tonight so find something to eat on your way home.”

-oh that test ? lol hahaha the one that you failed?! yeah that one haha lol lollll

-so with that, you started your walk home

-“y/n!!”

-fuck. atsumu.

-if you saw him now you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears and you really didn’t want to cry

-so your solution? pretend you didn’t hear him and walk faster lmfaokdhdh

-but atsumu, being.. well atsumu, decided to just full speed sprint towards you to put his shoulder around you

-“i literally know you heard me. i missed you today sorry about lun- why are you crying ?!!?”

-“bad day” you choked out before a shuddering gasp wracked your chest

-atsumu didn’t say anything he just wrapped you in a tight hug, petting you hair while you cried into his chest

-“its okay babe.. “ :(

-“you wanna come over? we can get food and cuddle”

-you nodded your head taking a shaky breath

-his hand reached out and wiped your tears, brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like it was natural to him.

-and so you walked together hand in hand to atsumu’s house where you ate samu’s leftover onigiri and vented to atsumu about the day while you cuddled

-he also gave you a hoodie :,)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ suna:

-“living is a chore :|” you thought as the alarm rang through your room ruining your peaceful sleep

-it was raining outside and your mind went back to last night, the screaming match your parents had

-normally you’d be used to it but it felt like they were starting to take the anger they had for each other out on you now

-you tried not to but you started thinking about all the things your mom had yelled to you through the closed door of your bedroom

-“your just like your father. you’re selfish, lazy and all you do is run around with that little boyfriend of yours! what about your family?! you think your better then us? why don’t you move out then since your so good at being independent?!”

-everything she said was always completely blown out of proportion, she lied all the time. it’s exhausting for you

-you started getting ready for school, you wanted to see suna and your friends and laugh and just forget last night even happened

-when you got to school suna was there at your locker scrolling lazily through his phone

-you smiled, genuinely as he looked up and greeted you with a smirk

-“nice hair.”

-“wha-“ you started and then smacked his arm when you realized that your baby hairs were out of sorts “shutup” you scowled

-“good morning” suna hugged you

-“good morning”

-now you were off to class, it always went by too fast, you thought. school was always done in the blink of an eye

-“what’re you doing at lunch?” your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered to you

-“mmm nothing probably why?”

-“let’s eat on the roof today! yui told me there’s gonna be a rainbow cuz it stopped raining.”

-“okay” you smiled

-now at lunch with your friends you ate the bento you had packed before. the rainbow was there and it was beautiful

-you were having fun just laughing with your friends and texting suna while he sent terrible photos of atsumu. things were good, you had forgotten about your mom

-until the end of the day came and you had to go back home

-as usual suna was at his locker waiting so that you could walk home together

-after crossing the street you and suna were at a bike path, trees surrounding the fences

-it was a comfortable silence until...

-“what’s wrong?”

-suna asking took you by surprise, you didn’t think you were acting any different. were you?

-“what are you talking about”

-“you look sad, you did this morning too but then you were fine the rest of the day so I didn’t say anything. but, you look sad again now”

-“oh..”

-so suna just saw right through you

-“ um.. i’m okay.. it’s just ..” you laughed dryly “i don’t really want to go home”

-“did something happen?”

-“yeah.. my parents were fighting, it turned into this whole thing.” you felt a lump in your throat start to form “i don’t really wanna talk about it”

-“okay. you should just come over then, right?”

-“can i?”

-“you literally don’t even have to ask me anymore y/n” suna grabbed your hand and led the way

-when you got there suna hopped on his couch and started putting on something from netflix

-“my parents aren’t home, my sister has a dance thing today” he grabbed a blanket and you sat down, putting your head in his lap

-suna put on a comedy show, of course he would

-he played with your hair while you watched and after an episode or two, he asked

-“do you want to talk about it now?”

-and so you did, you told him what happened last night and what your mom said. your plan was to not cry but that failed miserably

-suna listened intently, he told you the truth, he said that what she said wasn’t true, he told you you could sleepover whenever you needed to.

-kissed you and wrapped you back in the blanket

-“i love you, you know that right? always.”

-he always knew what to say and you loved him for that

-“i love you too, suna”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ kita:

-kita knew, first thing he noticed when he saw you that you weren’t okay

-you woke up with a terrible headache, aching body and stomachache

-so this is it? this is hell? ok.

-but the test.. you had a test today. fortunately you had actually studied for weeks because you knew it was important

-mentally? you were ready for that test. physically? you had the spanish influenza

-so you weighed the options and decided you would go to school, take the test and then come back home after.

-the problem with that was that kita would in fact lecture you on all the reasons you should not have come to school

-he was right of course, but you still decided that you would need to avoid him for today

-spoiler alert it did not work

-your test was your third class of the day so you only had to get through 2 classes and you’d leave at lunch perfectly avoiding kita

-this was what you thought while you were at your locker until you closed it and walked directly into kitas chest

-“wow”

-“good morning y/n-chan”

-“morning kita! i have to go or I’ll be late!”

-you ran😭 and you almost got away too but kita grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side of the hallway

-he felt your forehead and both cheeks

-“you have a fever y/n”

-“no I don’t I’m just hot from walking to school”

-he said 😐

-you signed and rested your head on his chest letting your arms dangle

-“why did you come? you look sick”

-“thanks. I have a test.”

-“how do you feel?”

-you told him your symptoms but also that you were leaving right after the test and you could pull through

-he really didn’t want you to overwork yourself but he knew you were set on taking the test

-so he let you go and he made you promise to text him between classes and let him know if you felt any worse

-and off you went

-honestly, you were fine up until halfway through your second class.. then you started feeling really cold and tired even kind of nauseous

-then in the third class your test was put onto your desk and before you knew it your teacher was saying “begin”

-okay. you can do this you thought to yourself. the test was easy enough with how much you studied, you thought about every answer and you tried to finish quick

-but then it was like time cut itself in half and the bell for lunch was ringing

-you weren’t even done the test yet

-“y/n you can stay in here until your done but i expect you to have it finished soon”

-one question left

-you don’t even remember what you ended up putting before you were up and giving the paper to your teacher

-kita was right there when you left the classroom

-“hey ..hey.. y/n”

-you could barely hear him you just flopped into his arms

-“okay I’m taking you home.. “

-“but..”

-“shh let’s go”

-you don’t remember getting there but then you were in your bed smothered in pillows and blankets

-kita came in

-“what time is it?”

-he looked at his phone “half past 4”

-“4?!” you jolted up “did you even go back to school?” “kita?!”

-he smiled at you “no but it’s okay y/n it was only one day. i wanted to take care of you

-you noticed he had a steaming cup of something in his hands

-“what’s that” you asked

-“its tea, but it’s special tea :)”

-“what do you mean” you laughed

-“my grandma showed me how to make it, it’s gonna make you feel a lot better”

-he’s so cute...

-“kita... you didn’t have to do all this”

-“i wanted to” he sits beside you and hands you the tea

-literally tasted like heaven

-“mmmmm oh my god”

-kita laughed and kissed you on the cheek before joining you in the bed

-you cuddled and watched movies on your laptop until you fell asleep, comfortable in your boyfriends arms

[wonnoy]

study buddy

this is another tsukishima thing going on and it’s just fluff so no worries - this one can be read in public lol

you are failing a math class and start to beg the smartest kids in class to help you so you can actually pass and we all know tsukishima is one of them :)

warnings: not really any, just a bunch of fluff and a kiss at the very end - kei being a little cinnamon roll

word count: 1827

You had your head down in shame, covering the bad grade on the math quiz you were just handed back. Another failing grade in this class and you were done for, you’d be forced to take extra classes during your breaks and off days. You don’t know if you could actually handle that. You lifted your head off the desk and scanned the room. There was a mixture of different facial expressions that either read happy, sad and surprise. But, you looked over at the tall blonde guy in your class, he always had a face of nothing whenever he got his grades back. 

If you could remember, you think his name was Kishima Nei. Being honest, you never really paid much attention to him as he didn’t pay attention to you. After classes were over he’d sit in his seat with the headphones over his ears - only occasionally taking them off to talk to Yamaguchi. You knew him well because of the many team projects you were together for, he was sweet to talk to. 

You slumped your head back down on the desk. Maybe he had good grades and wasn’t surprised at his score or he didn’t care. What were you gonna do when you got home? Your parents were threatening to take away your phone if you didn’t pass this math class. 

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you rose your head. Yamaguchi was looking down at you with a smile. You tried to grin back but it turned out to be a wobbly smirk.

“What’s wrong?” he sat down in the empty seat in front of you and settled his arms on your desk. 

You shoved your quiz towards him and jabbed your finger at the quiz grade, “I got another failing grade, I’m not going to be able to pass this class.” You folded your arms underneath your head. Yamaguchi made a hiss at viewing your grade.

“Yea, that is bad,” you gave him a sharp look and he raised his hands in defense, “but you can ask some students in our class to help you. I would offer, but I’m not really the smartest in here,” he laughed a little before listening to the students coming back in from their break. He gave you wave before heading back to his own seat.

___

You were running out of people to ask and all you had on your list now was the blonde kid from before. You really weren’t sure on what his name was, so you made sure to ask Yamaguchi what it was (he had an absolute fit when you said ‘Kishima Nei’). His name was Tsukishima Kei. 

Right as the last class of the day ended, he packed up his things rather quickly. You had to leave your desk full of your stuff in order to catch him. 

You tugged on his sweater to keep him from leaving the classroom too quickly.

“Hey Tsukishima?” he turned his head and took off his headphones. He really was tall... 

“Yes? You are?” he really cut straight to the point it kind of put you off your guard. 

“I heard you’re really good at math and.. and I really need some help,” you lowered your hand to your side. He was your last hope. The side of Tsukishima’s mouth went up in a small snarl.

“Why would I do that?” oh god no. He began to turn his back to you and head out the door. So you did the only thing you could think of. You bent over, bowing lowly to the ground. And boy did it stop him in his tracks. You peered up at him and you could see he was embarrassed with your sudden bowing. Red crept up his pale neck.

“What are you doing, stop that!” people walking past the classroom were pointing and staring. Tsukishima didn’t know how much longer of this he could take.

“Please tutor me Tsukishima!” and you bowed even lower to the ground. 

Tsukishima was getting redder by the minute, he just knew you weren’t going to loosen up about this.

“Okay! Fine!” he gripped his headphones and turned away from you. You stood up from your bow, a little embarrassed yourself, “our next quiz is in four days, I can help you only during the night because I have volleyball practice right after,” he began to walk out of the classroom.

Relieved to now finally be standing up straight, you let out a huge sigh of relief. Yamaguchi came up from behind you and clamped a hand down on your shoulder.

“Well wasn’t that surprising! I didn’t think he would have actually agreed to you!” you whirled on his ass. 

“You didn’t say anything about him rejecting me!” and you began beating him down with your fists. 

___

It was Thursday night now, around 9 PM. The last night before your next math quiz. You were crisscrossed on the hardwood floor of your room, with a piece of scratch paper in your hands. The other a bic pen scribbling down the notes you were taking from Tsukishima as he lectured you. 

You guys met up at your house every night since the day you had asked him to help tutor you. Without fail, he would show up to your doorstep around 7:30 PM at night each time, dressed in his Karasuno volleyball team tracksuit and his bookbag full to the brim with his textbooks. 

The first day, Monday in the night, you wore your school uniform when he showed, you were nervous to wear your casual wear in front of boy in your home. But then he made fun of you for it so you stopped that immediately. On Tuesday you guys were working in your kitchen but then your parents came home and wouldn’t stop teasing you. Extremely embarrassing for you. Wednesday was the only night that was extremely productive, for Tsukishima anyway. You spent the majority of your time looking at him. 

At the expense of you studying. 

There’s no doubt that he was attractive. His hair style looked like it was cut too short, but that didn’t make him any less cute. On Wednesday he came to the study time wearing his little goggles and you just couldn’t keep your eyes off of his face. His eyebrows would narrow at answers you got wrong and slightly raised when you got them right. 

There was a time where he came up behind you to look at something you were working on and you had to hold the incentive to shiver as the front of his chest rubbed against your back. In the most innocent way though. 

“What are you doing?” Tsukishima’s voice was sharp as he addressed you. You were daydreaming and had stopped working for quite a bit of time. He obviously took notice. 

“I was doing .. uhm I was doing nothing,” you ducked your head back into the nose of your papers. Tsukishima scoffed at you and continued to read his textbook on your bed. He was in a tracksuit, every once in a while checking in on you. He’ll be honest, when he first started tutoring you, he absolutely wanted to die. He barely had enough time already and now he had to tutor someone like you?

He looked at you one more time, but now it didn’t seem to be all that bad. The only subject you were really struggling with was math - you were quite intelligent. You had these weird quirks about yourself that you did while you studied. Chewing on the pencil, counting your fingers for obvious answers so that you wouldn’t mess up, humming songs, and just occasionally making weird noises while you worked. 

Originally, something like this would annoy the hell out of him. Much preferring to snap at the person and tell them to quiet down. But with you it was different, he liked hearing you do things of this nature and really liked it that you were this comfortable with him around. You seemed so frigid the first day, even wearing your uniform late into the evening. He couldn’t help but make fun of you. 

“Tsukishima, come here and look at this,” the first thing he saw was your hand flying as if calling for a teacher. He smiled at the sight before swinging his legs over the side of your bed. He came up behind you and looked over your work. He definitely noticed that your breath sounded more shallow with the closer you were to him. 

“You did it,” he smiled behind you. He could hear you let go a sigh of relief and you slumped. Your back hit his chest and he froze from the contact. You turned your head beaming at him and his heart skipped a mini beat. It was difficult to keep a blush from climbing up his neck and giving himself away. 

“I just might make it tomorrow!” you grinned even more and your arms made movements to bring him into a hug - but you stopped short. Would it be wrong of you to hug him? What if you made him uncomfortable, you brought your arms back down to your sides and made an attempt to back away from him. 

Tsukishima was confused, so he bit the bullet, “why’d you stop?” startling you, he picked up your limp arms and used them to wrap himself in them. Then he draped his arms around you. Your face was coddled into his chest and you could smell granny smith apple’s and slight sweat. 

“You smell a little bad,” you mumbled into his chest. 

“What do you expect I had practice and then had to come over and help you study,” he pulled your face out of his chest. Even though the two of you were sitting on the same floor, his torso was much longer than yours. You had to look up at him as peered at you through his glasses. 

“You did... decent,” you scoffed at his half-attempt of a compliment. 

“If you can’t give me a real compliment, at least give me a reward,” frustrated, you swished your head away from him. Your head wasn’t turned away from him for long as he pushed your face to look at him. 

“So be it then,” before he leaned down and took your first kiss. You weren’t sure what to do and it really didn’t seem like he knew what do no better. Your hands were now in your lap, but he snuck a hand down to hold both of them. He didn’t kiss you deeply, but he kissed you softly until he parted from you. The feelings you had were deep and rooted within your gut making all logical thinking go out the window. 

“Can I have another for good luck?” and he laughed at you. 

P.S - you managed to ace that quiz - maybe his kiss was good luck. Hopefully he’ll give you one before every quiz. 

___ i’ve been kinda working on this one all day on an off i wanna try my best to get as much content on my blog as possible before i can slow down lol. 

hope you liked it and im always open for requests - but pls read the rules first !