A/N: I found a tumblr post with a list of 50 prompts about kissing, and this is #42: Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.

The title is from the Taylor Swift song of the same name because I'm a very uncreative person who panicked about having to name this lmao

Enjoy this fluffy, pointless nonsense!

She's frustrated.

Okay, she knows she just spent several weeks in the hospital definitely not studying, but she's also been in school for her entire life up until now, so shouldn't she at least somewhat remember how to find the value of X in this stupid equation? She looks up.

"Kyo-kun, what problem are you on?"

He glances up from his textbook. "Hm? Oh, uh, 4."

She frowns. "How are you so far already?"

He smirks. "Well, surprisingly, I'm pretty good at math."

Tohru huffs a sigh, but the cloud of frustration surrounding her dissipates when he laughs, a sound she thinks she could listen to on repeat for the rest of her life without getting tired of it. She smiles and looks back down at her book.

She feels Kyo's gaze on her, ignores it for as long as humanly possible––which is only a few seconds, really, because he's somehow hypnotizing––before looking back at him and asking, "What?"

"N-nothing," he says, running a hand down his face in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. "Just...you look really beautiful right now."

She raises an eyebrow and looks down at herself––at her hair that's still damp from the shower, the chipping purple nail polish on her fingers, the turquoise pajamas that are in awful shape but she keeps because they're just so cozy. Her cheeks progressively intensify in temperature as she takes in each imperfect detail of herself. Then she giggles, because he loves her and somehow always thinks she's pretty. "You're very sweet, Kyo-kun."

Kyo shrugs and tries to play it cool, but she sees the way the corners of his eyes crinkle from a repressed smile. "Well, it's true. You're gorgeous."

Tohru bites her lip to keep more laughter back, and turns back to her homework. But then he's looking at her again, and then he's so close that she can feel his breath on her cheek and––

He kisses her neck. She can't help but gasp softly, the sharp movement of her body making her pencil jerk and mess up the number she'd been writing. His lips move down the side of her throat, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses in their wake. She looks over at him, eyes wide. He stares back for a second before moving behind her, positioning himself until she's between his legs with her back pressed against his chest. His fingers brush against her neck as he pulls her hair away.

Tohru can't breathe. She doesn't quite know where this behavior came from, since they've just been sitting here doing algebra of all things, but she does know she doesn't really want him to stop, even though she should.

Kyo sucks at her pulsepoint, pulling her closer to him when he hears her whimper quietly, then soothes her burning skin with his tongue.

She chews at her lower lip and focuses her eyes on the math worksheet in front of her. He's both the best distraction, and the worst distraction. Best because she wants nothing more than to keep feeling his lips all over her skin; worst because she needs to get this done before bed and he is very hard to ignore when he gets like this (or really, just in general).

"Kyo-kun," she chastises, then gulps when he nips at her earlobe.

"Hm?" he asks, kissing her cheek once before pulling back to look at her.

"You're distracting me."

"So?"

She glances over her shoulder, meeting his eyes full-on. He's smirking. He's teasing her. She whips her head back around so she doesn't have to see the smoldering look in his eyes anymore.

"So, I have to get this done, or I'll––"

"You won't get in trouble. We're at the end of our senior year, no one cares anymore."

She furrows her brow. "Well, I care."

"I know. And I love that about you," he assures her. She forces herself to look at him again, and he bumps his nose against hers affectionately. "But it's also only 6:30, so you've got plenty of time. And I've missed you today. We were both so busy."

"I've missed you too, Kyo-kun."

"So…" Kyo says, drawing out the word as he leans in closer. His lips just barely brush against Tohru's, and she feels herself stiffen. She can't look away, even though she feels like the intensity of his gaze might burn her to ash. But then again, maybe it could do that and she wouldn't even mind.

"S-so?" she parrots.

"So put down the pencil for a bit. I want kisses."

Tohru feels her resolve start to crumble, and before she knows it, her eyes are closed, and his hand is on her cheek, and his lips are moulded to hers. After a moment, when she backs away to breathe, she frowns. "How do you do that?" she asks breathlessly.

"Eh? Do what?"

"Act so...so...sexy," she chokes out, cheeks hurriedly reddening at the use of a word like that. She loves him. She's wildly attracted to him. But she's never explicitly told him that she wants him.

Kyo chuckles and smooths her bangs back from her forehead before kissing the newly exposed skin. "I...didn't know I was."

His cheeks are hot, too, and it's comforting to know that they're really still in this awkward phase of their relationship. Kyo can act suave and cool and seduce her effortlessly, but he's also still an 18 year old boy in love for the first time. At least she's not the only one feeling out of their depth sometimes.

"Well, you were."

Kyo swallows hard, and she giggles.

He puts on a serious expression again and asks, clearly fighting to keep his voice steady, "does that mean I win?"

"Win? Win what?" she teases, sliding her hand up into his hair.

"Well, if I'm being so sexy, don't you wanna pay attention to me instead of that?" he asks, tilting his head toward her homework.

"Kyo-kun…" Tohru sighs. Kyo stares her down, the beginning of a smile teasing at the corners of his lips.

"Yes," she admits softly after a moment.

"Then put down the pencil you're stabbing me with and c'mere."

She tilts her head and blinks in confusion, then snaps her hand back from his head. He scratches at the back of his scalp, where she'd unintentionally been prodding him with pencil lead while she'd tried to seductively play with his hair.

"O-oh, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?"

He tries to look mad, but fails almost immediately, a laugh rumbling from his chest. "Yeah, I'm fine. I guess I really did distract you."

Tohru rolls her eyes and gathers her courage. She wraps her fist around the collar of his t-shirt and tugs, pulling him in until their faces are just centimeters apart.

"Shut up and kiss me," she breathes.

She loves the way his eyes widen and then take on an almost feral darkness, the way his breath audibly hitches in his throat, the way he stammers for a moment before choking out a "yes, ma'am."

She loves the way he kisses her after that, hungry and desperate and loving and sweet.

And she loves the way she doesn't care that they're crushing her math homework as they crawl farther back onto the bed, because nothing else really matters when he's pressed against her.

Maybe he's just the best distraction.

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