Whatever oneshots •Boyf riends•

Homework [Smut]

I am damaged
Far too damaged :')

But seriously wtf life and what are  you doing to me

Also decided out of the blue that this would involve trans Jeremy because dhejejdjdj
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~Jeremy's pov~

God, I hate life.

I flick my pen back and forth frantically in movements faster then the wind, trying to figure out a math equation all on my own without the help of a calculator because I left it at the school today, and currently the internet's been even more shit then usual so I can't use an online calculator. For fucks sake, it seriously annoys me. Makes life harder, harder to work out what the fuck I'm doing and to masturbate without my boyfriend knowing.

I groan and hit the book in my face, trying to distract myself from every movement and noise around me. I have trouble focusing to the point where if I have to get something done, I can't let anything distract me. I have to sit alone in a room and do the task without listening to music or anything.

Okay that might've been a mini rant and a little fact about me, I also do this to write these oneshots. It's harder to write and get anything done otherwise. Big problems are everywhere for me, and that's why updates have been a little slow.. I'm sorry.

Someone fucking send me help cause honestly I hate adhd shsjsjsjj

I groan in frustration and rub my forehead, which now hurts even more then it did with a headache alone. I'd kill to watch The Emperors new groove right about now...

I hear a knock on the window and fidget in my seat, resting my shoulder on the desk and placing my hand in my hair and grasping at it in frustration. I continue to work frustratedly, believing that knock was probably a kid throwing a pebble and having it mistakingly hit my window of all windows. God now I'm talking about windows instead of focusing on my work. I groan and pull at my hair, tensing up into a stage where I feel horrible and ugh...

The same knock is heard and I fidget again, looking angrily at my window. I see Michael looking at me nervously like he knows now isn't a great time to visit, my boyfriend waves sheepishly and I sigh. Getting up hesitantly, I walk over and open my window.

Michael smiles, 'Jeremy, my boyfriend. Mahal ko. My player two. My favourite person. The light of my life, and my sunshine... you look like ass! What's wrong?' He says, tilting his head and smiling at me.

I groan, throwing a hand through my hair as I move aside to let him in, 'Big problems.' I walk back to my desk and bring my homework to the bed. Michael jumps into my room and watches as I sit down. I rub my temple, 'As much as I love seeing you Michael, why did you have to pick now of all times to see me?!' I say, overworked and over stressed.

I groan, trying to get back to work. In the corner of my eye, I see Michael giving me a shit-eating grin and rolling his eyes, 'Why'd you let me in if you were so annoyed?' He walked over to me and sat down, settling a slushy on my bedside table. I glare at him with annoyance, and cross my arms. 'Don't outsmart me, smart-ass!' I growl.

Michael chuckles, leaning in and cuddling me. Digging his face in my neck, he says cockily. 'Someone's grumpy, are you on your period baby?'

I look at him with a sigh, 'No but I'm getting a handfuls of fuck yous in my stomach called 'cramps' and they're making me moody and stressed as balls.' I pout, Michael gives me a small smile 'Hey it's okay.' He leans in and kisses my cheek. I pout, sure the gesture is nice but it's a distraction. I let his lips linger on my skin for exactly two seconds before pulling my face away from him and leaning down to focus on my work. Michael pouts dramatically. 'Baby, I want attention.'