study buddies (with benefits)
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“All bets are off, now. This has officially progressed from studying to ‘studying’.
When the fingers of his left hand raise to grasp your leg, you stop kissing him only to swing your body over his lap so that you’re straddling him. Luigi breathes in deep then, like his nervous system collectively seizes at the feeling of you so close. To give him room to breathe you stop short of settling all your weight onto him. Lips meeting once more, his hands greet your hips; his touch is warm, and timid, like you’re made of sand, like you might collapse and dissolve into immeasurable particles between his fingers.
He groans into your mouth. Murmurs your name. ‘This isn’t very productive,’ he quips.
‘Intellectually, no,’ you agree, nails brushing the back of his neck. He has goosebumps. ‘But what about physically?’
Luigi smiles, and fuck, he is too fucking beautiful. ‘I guess I can’t argue with that.’
Fuck. About an hour ago you were working through polynomials and linear equations, and now the dreamiest guy you’ve ever met is hard for you, holding you in his lap. You might as well thank your professor.”
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you ask your cute tutor to help you study for your math final.
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- Part 1 of study buddies (with benefits)
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“The door is barely open before he’s ushering you inside and backing you against the nearest wall.
‘I got your text,’ he starts, ‘and I saw you. With—with fucking what’s-his-face from math.’
You resist the urge to grin. There is so much genuine jealousy in his words, jealousy over a pawn, a desperate volunteer you picked at random just to get his eyes back on you. Nobody. He’s jealous over nobody.
‘Yeah?’ you scoff for effect. ‘What’s-his-face from math was helping me. With math. Big deal.’
And then he does something that makes your insides turn to slush. Luigi pauses, and you can see his tongue poking his cheek in frustration, his eyes trained on your face, his hands on his hips. Maybe you shouldn’t have messed with him; maybe it was a bad idea to provoke him like this, hit him where it hurts, get him riled up over some aimless homework you did with another boy just to get his attention. But it would be a big, fat, horrendous lie to say that you don’t like where this is going. That you aren’t already slick between your legs thinking about what he might do to you when he’s this agitated.”
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your plan to piss off your cute tutor backfires in the best way possible.
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- Part 2 of study buddies (with benefits)
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“When you kiss him he seems to jump inside his skin before he melts into you, hands capturing your face to hold your mouth steady and at pace with his.
‘Baby, what’s wrong?’ he asks, cautious, tentative. You bury your face into his chest and sniffle.
You whimper, ‘I had a really bad day.’
Oh. His heart surges at that, sparking something protective, almost fraternal, and right then he wants to hold you tight and never let go.
‘My sweet girl,’ he coos, petting your hair. ‘Is that why you came to see me?’
Nodding, you wrap your arms tight around him, feeling the weight of all your worry already starting to meld into the void of space around your entwined bodies.
‘Well, would you like to hear some good news?’ he asks, looking down at you. You raise an eyebrow, utter a little mm?
Luigi smiles, soft but tainted with something impure. He tilts your chin up with one finger, announcing, ‘I can think of quite a few ways to cheer you up.’
Of course he can. Why else would you be here?”
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your cute tutor cheers you up after a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
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- Part 3 of study buddies (with benefits)
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“Maybe he sounds too hostile, not appreciative enough. It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy any of the time he spends with you—far from it. Perhaps if he were educated in the humanities and not the inner workings of inanimate objects made of wires and buttons and not flesh and blood he would know how to approach this ache that you’ve instilled in him, this itch he can’t scratch, this shadow that lurks around the corner of every room he walks into. You demand an expertise that Luigi does not possess and the flutter of his heart when he’s near you scares him; the stalling of his brain when he lays his eyes on you scares him; the immediate response of his groin at the thought of you in a less than academic nature scares him. You scare him, you electrify him, you make his bones shudder and his teeth grind and his throat close up like never before. You are the nucleus of his universe. You, you, you.
‘You are the best tutor I’ve ever had,’ you say. ‘And I like having an excuse to hang out with you. What’s wrong with that?’
Oh.
Wait.
What?”
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your cute new tutor takes quite a liking to you.
(or: four times luigi kept his feelings to himself + one time he didn’t)
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- Part 4 of study buddies (with benefits)