"rejection was not an option to his honey-coated words and sweet voice."
Smut. Original plot by cuppujinho.
DISCLAIMER:
Sexual content. Please don't read it if you're not comfortable with it. WARNING: CRINGE WORTHY PICK-UP LINES!
The next day at 3 you left your house, your bag full of pens, books and paper. You remembered the way to his house perfectly and pulled up in front of it 10 minutes later. You chewed on your lip nervously whilst waiting for the door to swing open. You had thought the feeling would've gone away by now. But no way.
The second you laid eyes on him when he opened up, you wanted him even more than yesterday. His hair looked freshly done but you wished you could mess it up. His lips were parted slightly as his gaze ran over your figure. You hadn't worn anything special, just casual clothes. Yet he eyed you as if he never wanted to look at anyone else. When his look met yours, you looked away shyly.
YH: "Come on in," he said, completely relaxed.
Without words, you followed him to his room. The half which had the bed looked practically untouched. The other half, however, was tornado-like chaos. Various pens sprawled across all surfaces and paper with messy notes covered every surface.
YH: "Told you," he grinned proudly.
You lifted your eyebrows when he carefully stepped over the paper maze and grabbed a stack of them. Proudly, he handed it to you. You couldn't believe your eyes. While he watched you, your eyes scanned the text quickly, making sure it made sense. You had known he was smart, but not this smart. Suddenly you wished you could do all of your projects with him.
"You did this by yourself? Last night?" you asked, still surprised.
He chuckled.
YH: "Indeed. It took me until three in the morning, but it's done now," he said. "Not a big deal."
"Why didn't you work that hard yesterday when I was over?" you asked.
YH: "Honestly? I wanted you to stay over longer," he admitted.
His determination was definitely out of control.
"And now you asked me to meet again. If you were finished any way you didn't need me to come over," you noticed.
Then you remembered his words from last evening. He wanted his reward. You caught him licking his lips and your stomach flipped. Quickly, you looked over the text in your hands again.
"Is this how badly you want to get into my pants?" you joked, gesturing to the paper.
"Actually I think I just discovered my love for the history of the Medieval and Modern Africa," he explained matter-of-factly.
You laughed out, and at the sound, his eyes crinkled up too.
"Oh, of course, I'm sure of it," you played along. "You know I could still say no now, and you'd have to accept it, right?"
He thought for a second.
"Sure, you could and I would. That sounds a lot like you're saying yes, though," he commented, smirking his famous, way too confident smile.
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