Songs for this imagine:
Greedy- Ariana Grande
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"Justin, this is impossible!" You groaned, slamming your head down on the French grammar book in front of you.
"Babe, if you try, you'll get it." Justin said, stroking your hair.
Justin had very kindly offered to tutor you in French, because you were falling a bit behind. And by a bit you meant a lot. He said he would help you get straight A's in no time. Now, that didn't seem so likely.
You were both sitting on your bed, with a buttload of French grammar books in front of you. You were laying on your stomach, while he did the same right next to you.
"No, Justin, some things are just not meant to be learnt. And one of them is French grammar!" You said, lifting your head from the book.
"You're exaggerating. C'mon, just give it a try! If you try hard, you can do it." He rubbed your back.
"Okay fine," You sighed.
"Okay great, so do these tasks and we'll see how you do." He said, flipping the pages until he found a page that satisfied him.
You stared at the words in front of you. Your mind went blank. You felt so stupid at this moment; like you couldn't do anything. You tried to understand what the task was telling you to do, even though the instructions were in English. How do you conjugate something? What does that even mean?
You let out an exaggerated sigh of frustration; utterly disappointed in yourself.
"You okay?" Justin chuckled, amused by this whole situation.
"I have a French exam next week and I'm no where close to being prepared, and my grades in French are already bad enough I don't need them plummeting down even more." You breathed, still trying to read the words on the page in front of you.
"I think you need to relax a bit." He said.
"Don't tell me to relax!" You practically yelled.
He smirked at you and pressed his lips to yours, making your eyes flutter closed. Your worries melted away at the taste of his soft lips, as you pushed yourself even closer to him. Just when you felt yourself relaxing, he broke the kiss.
"If you spend at least an hour of hard work and study, we'll do more of that." He teased.
"Sounds tempting, but I really can't do this. I just- I don't get anything! It's like I'm reading a whole different language!" You just realized how dumb you sounded by the look on Justin's face.
"Wait no, I mean yeah I know it's a whole different language but still, you know what I mean." You didn't even know what you were trying to prove at this point.
"Okay, what do you not understand about this exercise? Just ask me, I'll help you." He licked his lips and looked at the page.
"Well, okay, what does conjugate mean?"
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"Wow, Y/N....All of this seems correct to me." He smiled, looking at the grammar exercises you did in the past hour.
You sighed a breath of relief.
"See, knew you could do it." He grinned at you and began closing the big fat textbooks and notebooks. He put them all away onto your bedside table neatly; along with your pencil case.
"Can I kiss you now?" You asked, referring to the thing he said earlier. He looked at you and smirked.
"Would I ever say no to that?" He pulled you by your waist towards him, and crashed his lips onto yours. You both rolled over, so he was on top of you. Not on top of you like an idiot, just hovering above you. Your hands skimmed through his hair. You loved this feeling. Having him all to yourself.
"Y/N? Are you done with your studying?" You heard your mom's footsteps coming up the stairs. You groaned against Justin's lips, pulling apart.
Justin sat up and straightened himself, fixing his slightly messy hair.
Your mom swung the door open, walking inside.
"How many times have I told you not to close the door when you two are up here alone?" She complained, while Justin shot her a polite smile.
"Sorry." He nodded, his hands on his lap.
"Oh no dear, why are you apologizing? It's Y/N who should be. Anyways, how is the studying coming on?" She questioned, glancing at the neat pile of French textbooks.
"We've finished, and Y/N is really improving. She did three whole exercises without my help and did them correctly." He grinned at you, his eyes twinkling.
"That's so great. Thank you so much for helping her, honey. Would you like to stay for dinner?" She asked.
"Only if my beautiful girlfriend wants me to," He said, smiling adoringly at you.
"Of course, I'd love for you to stay." You returned his sweet smile.
"Okay lovebirds, come downstairs." Your mom said, walking out and jogging down the stairs.
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