Why Don't We Preferences/Imagines

#2.2 School Stress (Corbyn)

Smut warning!! This one is a little more dirty ;)
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"No, red stars aren't the hot ones. Blue stars are the hottest, and red are the coolest," Corbyn corrected you for the hundredth time.

"I'm never gonna get this. Corbyn, you're literally the smartest kid in the class, and even you can't help me," you sighed. Corbyn Besson was assigned to be your tutor. Not only is he the top of your class, but he's also the most attractive. His friends were all sports players, but Corbyn preferred to read about space in his free time. Being in an astronomy class wasn't enough to feed his hunger to know more about the endless universe.

"You'll get it eventually, (Y/n). I'm not leaving until I help you out."

"Man, I'm too stupid for this class. I don't need it to graduate, so maybe I'll just stop showing up and drop out of it."

"Yeah, but do you have enough hours to keep your scholarship without it?"

"No," you rested your head in your hands. "Damnit, I knew I should've taken a different class to fill up the last couple hours-"

"Well, since you didn't, I'm here to help you," Corbyn stopped your 5th rant before it began. "Now, which stars are the hottest ones?"

You looked at your hands as you tried to think. Astronomy apparently wasn't your strongsuit. "The re- ... no the blue ones!"

"Yes! I told you you'd get it," Corbyn smiled. You just rubbed your temples.

"I feel like I'm still going to fail," you laughed nervously. Corbyn shook his head, and he lifted your face to look at him.

"(Y/n), you'll do better this time. We've gone through almost everything you've missed so far in this unit."

"I thought we were only going to go through half. How long have you been over for?" Both of you pulled out your phones to check the time. "We've been at this for 2 hours longer than we planned!" Corbyn blushed, but you didn't notice. "Holy crap. No wonder my head hurts."

"I'm sorry. I guess I lost track of time. I just love this stuff so mu-"

"What fuels your thirst for knowledge so much that you can tutor someone for four hours and not get tired?" You looked back up at him as his blush disappeared. "Like, out of genuine curiosity. I couldn't do it."

"I mean, it kinda helps when-" He broke eye contact quickly, "when you like the person you're tutoring." You froze.

"You what-?"

You cut off as he put his hand on top of yours. You looked him in the eyes, and he swiftly cupped your cheek in his left hand. He leaned forward slowly, and he brushed your lips together softly. After you caught your breath, you connected your lips in a slow, gentle kiss. His lips were so soft and warm against yours. You melted as he pulled you on his lap and put his arms around your waist. His large hands drew circles on your back, and you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"Holy shit," he panted, and he threw his head back. "You're a much better kisser than I hoped for. Are you single?"

"You probably should have asked that first, but yes," you smiled, and you kissed down his sharp jawline to find his sweet spot. His back arched a little as you found it, and you sucked on it lightly. His breathing accelerated more as you alternated between soft kisses and sucking on his smooth skin.

"You're not going to be single after this, babe," he growled in your ear. You felt something long and hard start to grow in his jeans between your legs. After a minute you stopped and admired the nice, deep purple hickey you left on his neck just under his jaw.