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{NSFW} Tough Lesson [Pannacotta Fugo]

Warning: Lemon

Requested by: DioMyDaddy

Two of my fingers got injured so the posting of this chapter was a bit postponed 👁️💧👄💧👁️

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If Fugo's gaze could kill, your brother would already be dead. Narancia was bent over the table, a pen in his hand. He has been trying to solve simple math problems for half an hour now. He certainly could feel the threatening gaze of Fugo. Sweat had formed on his face, either from (trying) to think hard or from fear of his teacher.

You still couldn't get why your dear brother wouldn't get along with your teacher. Fugo's teaching was actually good and you understood all of it. Even if he was a bit short-tempered. Yet, Narancia was another story. Somehow he always seemed to get on his nerves.

Ever since you and Narancia became a part of the Passione you've had your eye on Fugo. He was charming and clever. He was very mature for his age, even if he acted like a pussy to some of your dares. Fugo was the perfect man for you. Just your type. It was clear to say you had a crush on him. A crush that somehow everyone knew about, except for Fugo.

You had finished your pop quiz a long time ago, Fugo has graded it already. You were both waiting for Narancia to finish. By nature, you were a patient person – you weren't one to rush something. Yet, your brother was getting on your nerves.

Sighing heavily, you stood up and walked over to your brother.

"Let me help. Please." You said, taking the pen from his hand. He shot you a look, thanking you for saving his ass. You scanned his paper, finding a lot of mistakes, yet didn't dare to fix them below Fugo's harsh gaze. The left problems were soon filled and Narancia turned in his paper.

"Finally," Fugo grunted and sat back at his desk to look over his paper. Narancia stood nervously by your side. A big frown formed on your teacher's face. The fact that there were some slightly sharp objects around him scared your brother.

"O-Oh what's that? - Bruno is looking for me?" Narancia's voice quivered, bringing his hand up to cup his ear as if he was listening for something. Of course, Bruno wasn't looking for him. His act wasn't fooling anyone. "I better go find him them! Alright, see you later" he rushed out of the room, slamming the door closed shut behind him.

Both of you were frozen in your spots from Narancia's sudden exit, all eyes on the door. Once you realized you were all alone in a room with Fugo, your heart rate sped up. You've never been all alone with him; you were always accompanied by Narancia. 'It's alright, (Y/N), calm down. Nothing will happen, he's just your crush!' you mentally tried to calm yourself and the raising heat to your face.

Unknown to you, similar thoughts ran through Fugo's mind. His blush was clearer. His hands had clenched the papers, trying to calm the dirty thoughts. He had always liked you. Ever since the first lesson he held, he hadn't been able to get you out of his mind. The way you smiled, giggled. How your eyes glinted in the sunlight. Every time your eyes met, he would feel butterflies in his stomach. Each time he closed his eyes, he would see you there smiling at him. It was like a poison to his mind. And lately, the dirty thoughts had been harder and harder to keep out.

"I..." you started, snapping Fugo out of his daze. "I should probably go too." You turned to face him. Walking over his desk, you extended your arm, waiting for him to give you both pieces of paper. He handed them to you. Giving them a fast look, you saw Narancia's paper full of red ink. A sigh escaped your lips.