synopsis; what starts as a quiet after-school piano lesson quickly spirals into a sweet, dizzying string of stolen kisses as the sheet music is completely forgotten
tags; nonidol!martin x reader highschool au fluff drabble 1553 words
notes; got this idea on the way home from school — arghh i really need to get back into playing piano
the afternoon sun was filtering through the blinds of martin’s bedroom, casting long, golden stripes across the polished wood of his upright piano. it was a completely ordinary tuesday. you were just a normal student trying not to fail your music elective, and martin was just the quiet guy from your grade who happened to be good enough to help you pass.
"no, wait, your thumb goes on middle c for this chord," martin muttered softly, his voice low and steady in the quiet room.
he was sitting right next to you on the narrow wooden bench. there really wasn't much space, meaning every time you shifted or took a breath, your shoulders brushed. martin wasn't smooth, and he wasn't trying to be. he was just focused on the sheet music, his neatly rolled-up sleeves revealing his forearms as his fingers hovered over the keys.
but because he didn't really spend time around girls, the proximity felt heavy. you could smell the faint, clean scent of his laundry detergent, and whenever you accidentally messed up a note, you could see the slight jump in his jawline.
"like this?" you asked, pressing the keys down. a sharp, discordant sound echoed through the room.
martin let out a small, breathless huff that sounded suspiciously like a laugh. "not quite. look."
he leaned in a little closer to demonstrate. his left hand brushed against your thigh as he braced himself on the bench, while his right hand gently covered yours, his warm fingers guiding your hand into the correct position. the sudden heat of his skin against yours made your breath hitch. you stopped looking at the piano entirely, your eyes tracking the slope of his nose, the serious concentration in his eyes, and the way his lower lip was tucked slightly between his teeth.
martin pressed the keys down, the perfect chord echoing and then fading into the silence of the room. he didn't pull his hand away.
slowly, he turned his head. because he was already leaning in, your faces were only inches apart. up close, you could see the exact moment his professional tutor filter completely dissolved. his chest rose and fell in a shallow breath, his eyes darting down to your lips before locking back onto yours. he looked incredibly human, a little vulnerable, and completely captivated.
"martin," you whispered, the sound barely carrying in the quiet space between you.
"yeah?" he murmured back, his voice suddenly rougher, losing all its academic stiffness.
he didn't say anything else. he didn't need to. martin closed the remaining distance between you, his hand sliding from your fingers up to the side of your neck, his thumb resting gently against your jawline.
the kiss was hesitant at first, a soft, questioning press of his lips against yours that made your heart do a sudden flip. but as you melted into it, hands gripping the edge of the wooden bench to keep your balance, martin let out a quiet sigh against your mouth. the kiss deepened, turning sweet and slow, completely untangled from the rest of the world. his fingers tangled slightly in your hair, pulling you just a fraction closer, until the piano elective and the sheet music were completely forgotten.
when he finally pulled away, his lips parted slightly as he caught his breath, his thumb still resting on your jaw. his cheeks were flushed a pretty pink, and he looked a little dazed, as if he couldn't quite believe he had actually just done that.
"sorry," he whispered automatically, his usual polite, quiet nature kicking back in, though his eyes were still incredibly dark and focused entirely on you. "i... i shouldn't have distracted you from the lesson."
you couldn't help but smile at how endearing he was, even right after kissing you. "martin, i think i was already pretty distracted."
a small, relieved smile broke across his face, melting away the last bit of his nervousness. he didn't move away. instead, his eyes drifted back down to your mouth, his gaze lingering there for a second before he leaned back in.
this second kiss was different. it wasn't hesitant at all. it was warmer, more confident, his lips sliding over yours with a soft, natural rhythm that felt like they belonged there. your hands moved from the bench to rest against his chest, feeling the steady, rapid thumping of his heart beneath his shirt. martin let out another quiet sigh, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his other hand coming up to rest gently on your waist, pulling you just a little bit tighter against him on the narrow bench.
when you both finally parted for air again, your foreheads rested together. you were both smiling, breathing a little heavily in the quiet room.
martin let out a small, breathless laugh, his fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "we are definitely not finishing this chapter today," he murmured, his thumb trailing down your cheek.
"is that a problem, teacher?" you teased softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
martin stared at you for a heartbeat, his heart skipping a beat at your tone. the absolute lack of his usual restraint was almost dizzying. "not at all," he whispered.
he didn't waste any more time talking. martin leaned down and claimed your lips for a third time, a sweet, lingering kiss that tasted like the quiet safety of his bedroom and the fading afternoon sun. it was slow and deep, a silent promise that things were changing between you.
eventually, the golden hour started to fade into dusk, and the reality of the clock meant you actually had to leave. you packed your notebook and your heavy sheet music into your bag while martin stood by his desk, awkwardly running a hand through his hair, suddenly looking like the quiet, polite guy from school again—except his lips were slightly redder and his eyes followed your every move.
he insisted on walking you out, carrying your heavy backpack for you down the stairs and through the quiet hallway of his house.
when he opened the front door, the cool evening air hit you both. you stepped out onto the paved driveway, the streetlamps just starting to flicker to life. martin stopped near the edge of the lawn, handing your bag back to you. he looked a little anxious, probably wondering how to say goodbye after everything that had happened on that piano bench.
"so," you said, slipping the backpack straps over your shoulders. you looked up at him, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "thanks for the lesson, martin. i think i really learned a lot today."
martin’s cheeks flushed pink in the dimming light. "yeah. um. anytime. we can do the next chapter on thursday." He cleared his throat, looking down at you expectantly, his posture leaning in just a fraction, clearly hoping for one last real kiss before you left.
instead, you decided to tease him.
you went up on your tiptoes, making him lean down slightly, but instead of finding his lips, you shifted at the last second. you pressed a soft, lingering kiss right against his cheek, right on his warm cheekbone.
"see you on thursday," you whispered right against his skin.
you pulled back, gave him a sweet, innocent wave, and turned around to start walking down the driveway toward the sidewalk, feeling incredibly proud of yourself when you heard his breath hitch in surprise.
you only made it three steps.
suddenly, a hand caught your wrist. it wasn't rough, but it was firm and deliberate. before you could even register it, martin gently but quickly pulled you back toward him. your back flushed against his chest for a split second before he spun you around to face him.
all of his shy, quiet tutor energy was completely gone.
"not so fast," martin murmured, his voice incredibly low, a dark spark of confidence in his eyes that made your stomach completely drop in the best way possible.
before you could even laugh or say anything about his sudden boldness, he cupped the back of your head with his hand, his fingers tangling securely in your hair, and brought his lips down onto yours right there in the middle of his driveway.
this kiss was deep, breathless, and utterly dizzying. it was the kind of kiss that made your knees feel weak, completely wiping the teasing smile right off your face as you instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to you. he kissed you with a quiet intensity, his other hand gripping your waist tightly, pulling you so close there was absolutely no space left between you. the cool evening air around you didn't even matter anymore; all you could feel was the warmth of his mouth and the frantic, heavy beat of his heart.
when he finally broke the kiss, he didn't let you go right away. he stayed close, his thumb gently stroking your jawline as you both caught your breath in the twilight.
martin looked down at you, a small, knowing smirk finally breaking across his face as he noticed how flushed and speechless you suddenly were.
"now you can go," he whispered softly, his voice full of affection. "see you on thursday."
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