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mind games - sickick
!! contains slightly(?) sadistic ran. might be uncomfortable for some people. all actions are consented though >:]
studying has been one thing you absolutely despise, despite actually wanting to succeed in your academics. somehow, after hours of staring at the pages of mountains of books you have, you still can't seem to find any way to improve your grades that are threatening your future.
and so, your smartypants boyfriend decided that he could teach you. as a token of his appreciation, so to speak. you're not sure why too, but of course you wouldn't say no to an offer like that.
that brings you here, sitting on a soft sitting pillow in his room, bright in led lights and his smell all over the space subconsciously making your heart beat faster. it's not like you haven't been in his room. something about it just turns your fingers cold. or it wasn't his room. perhaps it's simply him.
"so, today i'll teach you science." he entered the room with books resting on one of his arms, making his veins pop in an attractive way as your eyes begin dancing around him. the way his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows and his hair tied into a messy bun simply completes everything and you mentally scream.
he changes the light to a more suitable one for studying and sit besides you, his familiar musky scent growing stronger with his every movement near you.
slapping your head softly, you remind yourself the actual reason you came here. nothing can stand to your burning passion at the moment. determined to get your life together, you straighten your back and slick your bangs back.
it is boring you almost to death. it's been 2 hours, his pretty mouth never seems to stop talking and you're starting to feel like you're ascending to dreamland with his voice as your personal lullaby melody. eyes drooping, you sneakily lay your head on one of your arm on the table, pretending to hear whatever nonsense he is spouting.
"baby, focus." his voice sounds like it's fading out as he hopes to get a response from you who seems to be half dead, physically there but he couldn't say the same for your soul. you slurs out a "mmmhnnmnm" as an answer to his question. was it a question? you don't know either.
sighing, the thick book is slammed shut by him and he lies his head on his arm, mirroring your position as his face now stays right in front of yours, the tip of your noses barely touching each other and he can feel your breath —or snore— entering his own mouth.
he stays there for a good half an hour, examining your features one by one from your eyes, to the corners of them, going to your nose, the length of your nostrils, to your eyebrows' thickness, the apple of your cheeks and finally to the softness of your lips. admiring every part of you like he's in an interesting museum.
his heart picks up its pace as he remembers how this calm sleeping face cried and begged in some other past situations. the way your tears slid down your flushed cheeks glowing and lips glossy under him. it is au fond inappropriate of him to think this way right now but he knows there's nothing he can do to help it. head over heels for you, that's what he is.
he arrived back on earth and realises his lover is asleep when you're supposed to be studying. so much for getting your life together. "wake up." he whispers and even in your sleep you can feel his breath fanning your eyelashes. his minty breath almost wake you up, emphasising on the almost.
he voices out again. "wake the fuck up." hearing a slight hint of harshness, the tone of his thick voice woke you fresh immediately and you stare at him with half opened eyes, trying your best to gather your energy to express an apologetic look.
"had a good sleep?" he darts out a question, sounding like some sort of a teacher interrogating a delinquent student.
and to be completely honest, it is sort of hot to you. you suppressed the smile that is eager to come show itself to the world by biting your lips. it's a struggle having a boyfriend a little too hot that you can't even control yourself when being scolded.
"look, i'm sorry–" your words are completely cut off by his gaze alone. his eyes. not a single finger touching you, but it shuts you up in a mere second. it sends a shiver down your back, making your spine tingle. you look down right away and pursing your lips, though a gasp is let out accidentally when you feel his fingers grasp your jaw, keeping you frozen right where you are.
your soft cheeks feel warm on his fingers and its slowly but certainly driving him insane. "very sorry you are, huh? are you doing this on purpose?" he stops, face drawing closer as he continues "you do know that i'm aware of your little fantasy right?—" the corner of his lip slowly went upwards.
"you love being scolded like this, don't you? you little pervert." his last sentence feels like needles as he lets out a laugh that shakes your heart to its core. heat rises to your face as the tension of the atmosphere starts to take a toll on your head that is starting to pound. the sound of the clock ticking painfully slow, your breathings mixed together and the air conditioner blowing altogether almost killed you.
