Corey Cunningham ❪ Oneshots ❫

rough days ( 🖤 )

Summary: Reader has a rough day at school and her loving boyfriend is there to comfort her.

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I slam my keys onto the counter and drop my book bag onto the floor. "Corey?" I call out.

"Y/n?" his alerted voice exclaims back. "I'm in the kitchen!"

My hands fall to my sides and anxiousness courses through my body as I make my way to the kitchen and stand beside him. Corey turns to look at me, his smile quickly fading once he sees the look on my face.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Corey asks as he drops the kitchen knife in his hand that he was using to chop vegetables.

I press my clammy hand to my forehead, my body still adjusting to the warm temperature of our home in contrast to the icy weather outside.

"My professor is a fucking asshole," I reply.

His dark eyes soften as he stands behind me, his lengthy arms engulfing me in a comforting bear hug from behind.

"What happened?" he asked.

My cold hands curl beneath his arms. "I just have so much on my plate right now and my dick face professor won't give me an extension on a project that he's given to the rest of the class. It's just— Sometimes I wonder if school is even meant for me. Maybe I'm wasting my time, you know?"

Corey's glasses clink as he rests his chin on my shoulder, my head soon resting on his.

"Well, I don't know where you'll end up but I do know that you're the smartest person I've ever met. Screw how that fucker for how he treats you. I'll go down there and kick his ass," he replies, managing to get a laugh out of me.

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll definitely get the extension once my boyfriend beats him up," I say through a smile.

"Hm, you're right," Corey places a quick kiss on top of my shoulder as he returns back to the stove and continues to cook. "If it's any consolation, I'm making your favorite meal tonight."

My eyes light up as I realize what he's cooking. "But you hate lasagna? Tonight is taco night anyway, you love eating that."

"Well, my love for seeing you happy is a lot larger than my love for tacos," Corey replies through a toothy grin.

"Ooh, I'm not sure about that," I reply with sarcasm dripping in my tone.

"I'll just have to prove it to you tonight then," he says. I can feel my cheeks flushing in response.

"Don't get too ahead of yourself, you're not getting anything until we eat," I reply. "But I'll set the table."

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a/n:
loving bf corey? my fav