You groan as you toss your history book across the room in frustration, "I'm too stupid for AP History! I'm done!" You exclaim and run your fingers through your hair. A few seconds later, you felt two hands place themselves on your shoulders and begin to massage you. A pair of lips kissed the side of your neck softly, "You're not stupid, y/n." Your boyfriend's voice spoke huskily into your ear.
You sigh and lean back onto his chest and his arms wrapped around you. Your head rested on his shoulder as he looked down at you, "Then why can't I remember everything we learn in class? No matter how hard I study, I still get crappy grades." You breathed. You felt his lips brush their way down your neck and leave kisses, "It's because you're stressing too much, babe." He cooed without picking up his head. "It's just-" you try to speak but he cut you off, "Don't talk." He told you.
So you shut up.
He moved around so he could hover over your body. He continued to kiss your neck gently and hold onto your hip, squeezing softly, "How many Napoleons were there?" He asked. "3." You mumbled airily. He moved up to your lips and kissed them chastely, "Good." He replied. You brought your hands up to his head to run your finger through his hair, but he stopped you, "Answer this first," he started. You nodded, "What did Gutenberg invent in 1450?" He quizzed you.
"The printing press!" You exclaimed excitedly. He smiled and let you proceed. "See? You're not stupid." He winked before kissing your cheek. "Ask me some more." You instructed him. He pressed his body into you and you let out a quiet moan. He kissed your chest as you felt his mouth vibrate meaning he was going to talk, "Explain the Cold War to me." He demanded not removing his lips from your skin.
You had no idea what to say so you guessed and tried to reason through it. He brought his lips up to you, but didn't kiss you, "Wrong. Hit the books, babe. Continue later."
Damn I wish this happened when I am stressed out gosh
