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𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! he’s trying to pay attention, he really is. but you’re just too damn sweet!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! no warnings, fluff, fem!reader, established relationship, second person limited omniscient ( embrys thoughts ), 1.0k words!
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Okay, he knows he’s supposed to be listening right now—the math test is in three days and it’s crunch time.
He knows he should be furiously scribbling down every word that leaves your pretty lips so that he even has a chance at getting a decent grade.
He knows.
But that’s simply an impossible ask of him when you’re sitting right there. His sweet little imprint.
He feels himself begin to smile as he watches you, chin resting in his hand as he leans against the table.
The way your nimble fingers wrap around your pencil, your nails dancing across the page of his math textbook as you explain a particular formula.
You could be doing absolutely nothing and he’d still be obsessed.
“So when you’re looking at right angles and you only have the opposite and hypotenuse, you want to calculate for-”
Your words are flowing in one ear and out the other as he continues to smile. The sound of your voice—so soft and sweet. It’s like a melodic tune singing straight to his heart.
The other guys are always giving him shit for ‘going soft’ but he couldn’t care less.
The way he sees it—the ones with imprints get it, and the ones without imprints wish they could.
He’s so lost in his internal gloating about having you that he almost misses when you stop talking, staring at him expectantly.
Shit.
He chuckles nervously as he slowly sits up a little straighter. “Uh…four?” He asks more than he states, smiling sheepishly.
He allows himself to relax when he sees you shake your head in amusement, knowing he didn’t make you upset.
“Em, I asked if you understood how to calculate sine now.” You chuckle sweetly, and just like that—he’s sucked in all over again.
God, your laugh.
If he could, he would spend forever listening to that sound. There’s nothing that soothes his soul the way your laughter does.
He chuckles along with you, leaning forward and grabbing your hands. His large digits engulf yours as his thumbs gently sweep along your knuckles.
Pulling them up to his mouth, he kisses the back of each hand. “I’m sorry, princess.” He murmurs quietly, lips brushing against your skin. “You’re just too damn sweet right now, baby. Got me all distracted.” He kisses your hand again, smiling when it makes you giggle.
“Not even doing anything, Em.” You murmur softly, and he’s immediately shaking his head in denial.
“Not true, princess.” He refutes, scooting his chair back and pulling you into his lap—uncaring of whether or not his mom walks in on you two like that.
He’s pretty sure she’s not going to say anything against it anyway. His mom loves you.
Not only are you the only reason he even goes to school—the wolf in him not allowing him to spend too long apart from you; but you’ve also been the main motivator in helping him repair his strained relationship with his mother.
And it’s been getting better—it really has. A month ago, he wouldn’t have dared to sit at the kitchen counter to do homework with you like he is right now; worried his mom would just find another issue to start an argument over.
It’s because of you, his sweet girl, that he’s been slowly getting his life back onto track.
He nuzzles into your neck, humming softly as his large hands run up and down your back. “Mm, you smell good, baby. Smell like me.” He mumbles lowly, and you let out a soft snort.
“You and your wolf nose.” You mutter wryly.
His only response is to playfully nip at your ear before chuckling softly, tightening his hold on you. “Smell sweet too.” He continues, lips trailing down your neck.
“Sound sweet, look sweet, feel sweet.” On and on he goes, continuing to breathe you in. Everything about you is just so damn sweet.
Your scent drives him crazy, makes him all fuzzy and fuck- if he runs a little hot because of his shifter genes—then he’s absolutely scorching from within because of you.
He pulls back just enough to take in your sweet expression—cheeks looking as hot as his skin feels, pretty lips parted ever so slightly, and eyes absolutely sparkling.
He groans softly, resting his forehead on your chest. He shakes his head a little as he tightens his hold on you yet again.
“It’s too much, princess. Can’t focus with you being all cute right now. M’sorry.” He mumbles into your skin, continuing to inhale your scent unabashedly.
Your hands fall to his shoulders, fingers gently kneading into the strong muscles as you hum softly.
“That’s okay, honey.” You kiss his head softly, and he feels you smile when he melts into you a little further.
After a moment, he suddenly stands up—lifting you into his arms with ease as he moves you to the living room, laying you out on the couch before turning on the TV and joining you.
He wraps his arms around you from behind, effectively spooning you as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“Let’s just do this instead, okay? Got Sam helping me study tomorrow at Emily’s.” He says softly, feeling a wave of relief when you nod, sinking back into his arms.
Of course he made back up plans. He knew from the beginning that there was no chance he’d be able to focus with you teaching him—but when you’d offered to help him study, expression so sweet and earnest—how could he say anything but yes?
It’s just downright illegal to tell you no and that’s a fact, so what was he supposed to do?
“As long as you study before the test, we can do this for as long as you like, baby.” You respond as he nuzzles into your neck once more.
“Of course, princess.” He pecks your neck softly. Who is he to argue with his sweet girl?
As you both settle further into the couch to watch the movie, you look up at him, eyes twinkling yet again as you smile mischievously.
“At least you lasted longer than last time.”
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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! fun fact: embrys entire personality just becomes girlfriend™️ after he imprints, true story. i hope you lovelies enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it!
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