Nerd!Follo who insists he can only tutor you if you’re sitting on his lap… one hand settled heavy on your hip, the other pointing out problems on the screen in front of you. It helps him focus better, he says—easier to get hands-on (hehe) and break things down that way.
He’s lying, obviously. Having you perched there makes him so nervous and flustered he can barely string two thoughts together. But with the prettiest girl on campus on his lap of all places? He’ll tell whatever little lie you need to hear just to get you there again and again.
Oh, and you know it. Yeah, you really do need the help—but you can’t pretend teasing him isn’t more fun. Shifting and squirming on top of him, wiggling just enough to make him suck in a breath (maybe whimper, if you’re lucky)—relishing in the feeling of him grow hotter and harder beneath you.
Tilting your head just enough for him to catch the soft curve of your mouth, you give him the faintest glimpse—lips parted around a question he doesn’t register. What was he supposed to be doing again…? Glasses slip down his nose as his breathing turns heavier, while every muscle in his body locks tight—a sorry attempt at trying to distract himself from the blood rushing south.
Jaw clenching, fingers digging crescents into your skin—the poor boy has to fight the throbbing urge to yank you closer and bite down on you just to hear the sound you’d make :(
Nothing really compares to this, even if your homework never gets done.
im so follo brainrotted i love him sm…my underrated sexy man….