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Summary: Eddie Pilikian hates school, but his girlfriend's tutoring sessions turn into something a lot more distracting.
Character: Eddie Pilikian
Warning: smut, Eddie:sub y/n:dom —————————————————————————————————————————— Eddie Pilikian hated school. Not in the dramatic "I hate learning" way, but in the "i literally can't sit still long enough to finish a worksheet way."
So when midterms rolled around and his grades started crashing, his girlfriend offered to help. Or, more accurately, she insisted.
Now there sitting side by side at her kitchen table, textbooks open, pencils scattered, and Eddies notebook sitting mostly blank .
"Okay," she said, tapping the paper with her pen. "You just have to finish the worksheet. It's not even that hard."
Eddie leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "You make it sound easy because you're a genius."
She laughed softly. "I'm not a genius. You just don't try."
He tilted his head, smirking. "Maybe I need motivation."
She raised a brow. "Motivation?"
"Yeah," he said, leaning forward now, elbows on the table. "Like... a reward system. For every answer I get right, I get something. "
She rolled her eyes, but smiled anyway. "What do you want? A sticker?"
Eddie grinned, that familiar teasing glint flashing in his eyes. "Maybe a kiss?"
She laughed, shaking her head. "You're ridiculous."
"Come on," he said, voice dipping playful and low. "Just one."
She gave in, leaning over to kiss him quickly. But Eddie, being Eddie, reached up to cup her cheek, keeping her there just long enough for her to laugh and push him away.
"Eddie!" She said, cheeks flushed.
He only smirked wider. "Hey, you said one. That was half of one."
"Do your worksheet." She said, trying not to laugh.
"Fine," he sighed dramatically, picking up his pencil. He scribbled a few numbers down, tongue poking out a little in concentration-but he kept glancing at her every few seconds, like he was checking if she was watching him.
After a while, she leaned over to see his work. "Eddie, that's not even close to the right answer."
"Seriously?" He said, staring at the paper. "I swear I followed what you said."
She scooted her chair closer, their knees brushing. "No, see-you have to move this number over here." She reached over, guiding his hand.
Eddie didn't even look at the paper. He was looking at her.
