tutor!james x fem!reader - texts with James as your tutor

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notes: crack, fluff, suggestive scenes, I started writing this like right after the roommate one james you’re very loved over here <222

wrds: 0.6k

Sliding denim shorts up your legs, two long beeps sound from outside your house. The same two beeps that come from the grey 2010 Corolla that picks you up when you’re too lazy to walk to the library. “Hold on!” you yell out of your cracked window, before tumbling out of your room, slipping on shoes and running out of the house into his car. The ride was close to silent. You’re not exactly certain what changed the atmosphere in the day you haven’t seen each other, but something was different. The slight eye contact when he presses his hand on the head of your seat to look back at cars made both of you tense. It’s not like you didn’t notice he was attractive. The difference is that before he was just that hot guy in school that you recognised was hot and moved on with your day. Now, this is the hot guy that’s willingly going to prom with you.. in a sense.

And that all settled in when James stepped out of the mall changing room in an all black suit, right hand in his jacket’s pocket, adjusting his maroon pocket square. “This good?” He asked lazily, running the hand formerly in his pocket through his hair. You stand there for a second, either taking it all in or zoning out. 

“Uhh yeah.. yeah no yeah! You look fine let’s go.” You rushed him to pay and leave, opting to the store next door for your dress.

Your turn was a mess. The dress store was crowded with open aisles of gowns, squeezing through the walkway. All of the dresses looked the same. Boned bodices with mesh taught around the upper body. You were getting tired of looking, noticeably tired. 

“Just give me this—“ You groan, reaching into James’ suit to retrieve his pocket square. He barely reacted to this, somewhat used to it. You straighten your arm with the fabric in your hand, rotating around the store to find something that matches. Until your eyes land on a maroon  dress, tight at the chest, waist, and thighs, then turning out at the end. You sigh in relief as you walk over, plucking it off the rack and throwing it over your shoulder. As you make your way to the counter to pay, a voice stops you. 

“Don’t you wanna try that on?” James asks as he looks up from his phone. You had a moment of stagnancy before turning around and going to the changing room.

The dress was just your size, hugging at your hips. But, the zipper was in the back. 

“James, come in here.” You glance behind you to call out. Silence answers back, before hazardous footsteps sound to the door, two knocks following behind. You open it immediately, hand flat on your chest holding the dress up. “Zip me up,” you murmur, before turning around. James hesitated before resting his thumb on the dimple of your back, the rest of his hand curled around your hip. Pale pink laced underwear peak through the bottom of the zipper. He zips it up halfway, stopping as he looked into the mirror in front of you to see you staring back at him. Your gazes broke quickly, him pausing before zipping you all the way. You looked up into the mirror, staring back at yourself. His hand was still resting on your hip. “Good?” He asked, sliding his hand off of you. You turned to the side and twisted your body about before deciding. “Yep, let’s go.”