𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐁𝐎𝐘 | 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

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"done staring?" you then looked up again.

"i wasn't." you defended.

"mm sure."

"can i come in now?" you cut him off.

"anytime." he winked.

when can i leave?

you walked into his bedroom, surprisingly it was suspiciously clean? you sat down on the chair next to his, placing down a booklet.

"ready?" you eyed him.

"no." you stared at him.

"i was hoping we could do something more.. uhh- let's say entertaining." he winked.

"you're gross." your face displayed a very disgusted look. he chuckled.

"don't look at me like that, babe."

"fuck off." you groaned, picking up the pencil, ready to hit him with it. but before you could even, he took it away from you.

"aren't you here to tutor me, not play lets stab this hot guys eyes out!" he sarcastically winced.

"hah. funny." you rolled your eyes, then handing him a paper.

he had taken AGES to finish. you got fed up and decided to make up some random thing, in hopes he'd hurry.

"if you hurry up i'll kiss you." you blankly stated. his eyes widened, finishing the paper in about less than a minute.

"can i get a kiss now?"

"sure thing." you leaned in, placing your lips on top of his. then moving them towards his ear. "next time." you whispered.