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Holland March x gn!reader || Masterlist

Wordcount: 2,411

Summary: Holland is sloppy when drunk, which is somewhat endearing, but he's also a horny drunk and a loud drunk.

A/N: This was actually requested by @ken-dom! Thank you very much for the request and I hope that I did it justice :)

Love, love, love messy Holland by the way.

Content Warnings: nsfw, hand job, oral sex, finger sucking, drunk sex so technically the consent is somewhat dubious, but Holland is very enthusiastic and it's implied that this is an established relationship in which they have (drunk) sex often (obvs, it's Holland)

Holland is drunk. Even more so than usual, which is saying a lot, because his baseline of drunk is 'fucking wasted'. But right now he's somewhere between giggly and incoherent. You enjoy this stage of drunkenness. It looks good on him and he's adorable like this: All loose-limbed and glassy-eyed. He’s wearing the blue suit you like so much and he insisted on his aviators of course, but he’d slipped them off about three drinks ago, slipping them into his suit jacket.

You're at the bar, but you know you can't stay there for too much longer, because Holland doesn't just get giggly, he also gets horny when he's drunk like this. He's sitting next to you and you can see how wired he is. He's fiddling with his empty glass, looking you up and down very pointedly and this is really not the kind of party where your partner should be seen sitting at the bar with a very obvious hard-on.

"Come on," You say, taking the glass out of Holland's hands and putting it on the bar.

His gaze immediately snaps to yours, pupils blown out and excitement clear on his face. "Yeah?" He says and you can't help but smile. God, he's like an over-eager puppy.

"Yeah," You answer and take him by the hand to tug him up and out of his barstool. He's surprisingly steady on his feet, only stumbles once, but then again he spends more time drunk than sober, and as soon as he's properly standing he takes control and tugs you out of the crowded room. "Come on, come on, hurry up." He urges, clearly impatient.

He seems very confident about where he's going, despite bumping into two door frames on the way, so you just follow him, excitement pooling in your belly. There's a lot of twists and turns in this house, you note, and a lot of it seems weirdly deserted.

Holland stops suddenly and you bump into him, seeing that he somehow managed to lead you into a dead end. "Whoops," He giggles, swaying a bit where he's standing. "Must 'ave taken a wrong turn back there." He tries to point back down the hallway, but he's already clumsy under normal circumstances and with this much liquor flowing in his blood he nearly manages to give you a black eye with his flailing.

"Holland!" You sigh exasperatedly and catch his hand in yours, holding it firmly so he doesn't accidentally put either of you in the hospital.

"Sorry, sorry, jus' excited," He says, grinning at you and you roll your eyes fondly.

Holland crowds closer, and you can smell him now, musky and smoky, not just the sweet cologne he uses when going out.

He surges forward and you assume he was trying to cup your face to kiss you, but he's so drunk he completely misses and just kind of faceplants into your neck. Holland giggles again, "I'm a- I'm a bit unco- uncoordi- No, I can't say it."

You have to chuckle and you lift your hands to his shoulders to steady him before he can tilt sideways and break his nose on the hard floor. "You're okay, baby, you're okay," You say gently, carding one of your hands through his hair.

Holland sighs and buries his face deeper in your neck. "I wanna make you feel good," He whines, voice going high and needy.

"Holland."

"Wanna get on my knees for you," He babbles on and you shush him gently.

"Not tonight."

"Why not?" He mumbles into your neck, clearly annoyed at being denied.

"You're way too drunk for that. You can't even stand straight." You say pressing a kiss onto the top of his head. This version of Holland makes you want to swaddle him up in a blanket, make sure he stays safe and cared for. But he's also really hot like this. Sloppy and desperate and you know he's still hard, has been since you kissed him at the bar an hour ago and discreetly cupped his dick through his suit pants, just to hear his breath hitch.

He tugs himself out of your hold, indignation clear on his face. "Yes, I can!" He says way too loudly, then immediately stumbles backwards into the opposing wall, proving your point. He seems to realize this too, because he slumps against the wall and lets out an annoyed sound. "But you look soooo good right now." He tells you, earnest despite his intoxicated state. “So fucking pretty.”

You smile and step up to him, carefully cupping his face in your hands. You move closer until you're sure he can feel your breath ghosting against his lips. He tries to bridge the gap, but you pull back and he lets out a whine. "Come on, sweetheart."

You laugh softly, enjoying this thoroughly and quickly place a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth, before darting out of reach again. "Ask nicely, Holland."

"Can't you just…"

"Holland."

"Uggh, you're so mean to me sometimes." He slurs and doesn't sound half as serious as he probably wanted to.

"I can be good to you if you ask," You say, voice low and thick with promise.

He thumps his head against the wall, realizing that he's going to give in. "Please," He whispers, voice strained, the slurred quality even more pronounced now.

You kiss him for that and you try to keep it short and chaste, but Holland isn't interested in short or chaste. He's kissing you back immediately and he's sloppy with it but his enthusiasm more than makes up for it and the moan he lets out when you gently bite his bottom lip, makes you shudder with need. Fuck, he's so hot like this.

His hips are moving, small thrusts that he can't seem to stop and he pulls you closer so he can properly grind his hard dick against you. He's very wasted though, so the grinding quickly turns into frantic humping with no real coordination and you laugh delightedly as he moans into your kiss.

You place one last kiss on his lips then move down to start licking and biting at his neck and throat, while you push a hand between your bodies to unbutton his pants. You pull down the zipper to get a bit of room to work with, then push your hand past his waistband into his boxers.

As soon as you get a hand on his dick he moans loudly, the sound echoing in the hallway and you immediately cover his mouth with one of your hands, the other still in his pants. "Holland, quiet!" You hiss, trying to keep your voice down. "Someone's going to hear us."

He tries to say something, but the sound is muffled by your hand, so you reluctantly remove it, allowing him to speak. "I don' care." He says a big, dumb grin on his face, before he tries to kiss you again.

But you push him back against the wall and keep him there, creating some distance between you. He's not happy with this at all, makes an irritated sound that's halfway between a grunt and a whine, and tries to crowd closer again and when that doesn't work he just looks at you, frown clear on his face. "Don' tease, that's not fair."

Holland's still way too loud and you really shouldn't be found like this, because even though you haven't actually done much yet beyond kissing and touching his dick, he looks absolutely wrecked. His face is flushed, a lock of hair hangs into his eyes. His dress shirt is untucked, pants halfway open and his dick is just visible where the tip of it pokes out of his boxers. He looks incredible like this, but you know you can wreck him even more.

"I'm not teasing," You lie and he arches a disbelieving eyebrow at you. "You just need to keep quiet, okay?" He looks away and you put a hand on his jaw, grip firm, and pull him back, forcing him to look at you. "Can you keep quiet?"

"Yes, yes, I can." He promises, nodding his head, eyes still glassy. You look at him searchingly, then nod, finally allowing him to close the gap between you again.

He smiles into the kiss, and it's a surprisingly sweet kiss, but then he takes your hand and guides it clumsily back to his dick and you have to roll your eyes. Of course.

You push his pants and boxers halfway down his legs, finally freeing his dick. It's actually surprising that Holland can get hard while this drunk, but you're definitely not about to complain. You take his dick in hand, pumping it slowly a few times, before dropping to your knees.

"Fuck," Holland gasps, head thrown back against the wall. He looks down at you, chest heaving and you smile up at him as you place a wet kiss on the tip of his dick.

A whine escapes him, but it's not that loud so you figure it's fine. You put your hands on his thighs pressing him back, before carefully taking the head in your mouth and sucking gently.

"Jesus," He pants, clearly trying to keep his volume low. You decide to reward him by taking more of his dick into your mouth, before pulling back a bit and circling the tip with your tongue. But this is apparently too much for Holland and he moans, high and loud. It's a needy and desperate sound and normally you love hearing it, but you just told him to keep quiet and someone had to have heard that.

You pull off and quickly rise to your legs, covering his mouth with a hand again. He opens his eyes, and they're shiny and wet, pupils blown out so much that just a small ring of blue remains. "You can't do it, can you?" You ask, although it's more of a rhetorical question.

He shakes his head. "No, no, I can. I can." He mumbles into your hand. "Please, I promise I can."

You sigh, acting as if you're thinking about it. "Alright, let's try again."

You put your hand on his dick again and start jerking him off fast and hard, swiping your thumb over the tip every other time. He shudders, clearly at least trying to keep quiet but he just can't and another moan escapes him.

You stop again, sighing heavily and he whimpers at that, now truly desperate, and that might be your new favorite sound. You have to hear it again.

"Okay, come on." You say and put two fingers against his lips. "Open up."

He does, despite looking a bit confused, and you unceremoniously shove your fingers into the wet heat of his mouth. "Suck." You say, voice firm and understanding blooms on his face. He complies almost eagerly, despite looking a bit embarrassed, and isn't that something worth exploring. Another time.

He's looking at you, face red and eyes dazed, lips stretched over your fingers. So pretty, you think and decide to tell him. He whimpers at that, but the sound isn't loud, not with your fingers in his mouth. Certainly not loud enough for anyone to overhear. "Good, good." You tell him and watch a blush rise on his cheeks.

You lick your palm while he watches, gaze heavy, then you take his dick in your hand again and go back to long, steady pumps.

Holland shivers and he's whining quietly into your fingers, but it's still at an acceptable level so you keep going, steadily getting faster and rougher. His hips are jerking forwards a bit, but it seems like he's trying to supress the motion.

"You can fuck my fist if you keep sucking on my fingers." You tell him and he nods immediately, eyes wide and excited.

And then he's fucking into the ring you formed with your hand and fingers, movements jerky and uncoordinated. There's nothing controlled about it and you're sure if he could talk there wouldn't be anything coherent coming out of his mouth. But he can't talk and instead he keeps whining and whimpering, steadily sucking on your fingers and you shiver, because he looks fucking wrecked and it's all because of you. You hadn't intended to take care of your own arousal, wanted to take care of Holland and then go home, but fuck maybe you have to, because your center throbs with need and you can feel how wet you are.

You see it on his face when he comes. His eyes roll back, the shivering turns into full body twitching and then he's spilling over your hand a few drops hitting the marble floor. You crowd closer while he tries to catch his breath and pull your fingers slowly out of his mouth. You place a gentle kiss on his forehead, his panting loud in your ear and he keeps thanking you between hurried breaths.

You wipe your hand on his shirt, figuring it needs to be washed anyway. After he's calmed down a bit you tuck his softening dick back into his boxers. You pull his pants back up his thighs, carefully zipping them closed before doing up the button.

He tries to help by tucking in his dress shirt, but his hands are shaking so you push them away and do it for him, the action weirdly intimate. He sags against the wall, speechless for once and lets you straighten his clothes for him, docile and spent.

You step back, look him up and down and nod. "It'll have to do," You say. He still looks a bit disheveled and his dress shirt is stained, but you just need to get out the door and to your car, without anyone noticing.

He looks at you, gaze adoring and nearly enthralled. "Jesus," He says once he can talk again. "Tha' was incredible. Should I…?" He asks, pointedly looking at your crotch, but you simply shake your head, despite still being horribly turned on.

"I'll deal with it later. Let's get you home."

Holland accepts this with a nod. He looks tired suddenly and you know you made the right decision. "Come on," You hold your hand out to him and he takes it easily, trusting you completely. He follows you back down the hallway, still somewhat unsteady and when you look back at him he smiles at you, slow and fond, and you smile back.

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Jamie Lannister*Extra Credit

Pairing: proffesor!Jamie x f!student!reader

Kinktober Day thirty: teacher student au with Jamie Lannister – he knew it was wrong to ask you to stay after class but after one too many short, short skirts he could no longer keep his thoughts at bay

Word count: 3014

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There was not a student who didn’t groan when they realised, they were stuck with Professor Lannister. The only saving grace was hot fit he was, well that’s what he heard the students whisper about him while they waited for him to begin the lecture. He was strict, he knew that, but he thought fair. After all, if you just did the work what is the issue? Even if he pilled the work sky high.

He’d been teaching here for five years now with no issues. Not a single problem. That was till your flashy legs waltzed into his class with a short, pleated skirt and iced coffee in hand three minutes late. “Sorry professor,” you said, squeezing past him as he went to lock the door like he did at four minutes past every lesson. He had no time for late commers.

The students who saw his eyes follow you assumed it was a glare of contempt and feared for your next mark, but Jamie was trying desperately not to let his eyes wander down before turning his attention back to the door.

“Welcome to Military History 101 I am Jamie Lannister, your professor, and I accept nothing but greatness so if you came here for an easy pass,” he said, letting his eyes wander around the room, basking in the scent of nervous freshman sweat, “you are in for an uphill battle,” he said, his eyes landing on you. “And don’t even think of trying to make up for mediocrity with extra credit since I don’t do it,” he added making half the freshman groan.

You however seemed unfazed. You were scrawling in a notebook, pink pen with fluffy top in perfectly manicured hand, and a smirk tugging on your lip at the last line. Jamie felt himself swallow hard as he realised it was not just his students who’d be fighting uphill this year.

Every lesson you did not fail to disappoint. You came in exactly 3 minutes past with a coffee cup in hand just before he would lock the door. he wondered if it was deliberately spiteful or if you just enjoyed squeezing past him. Only once did you ever show up in sweats and the way the juicy letters hung over your ass had just as much of an affect on him as your favourite short skirts.

Usually, you left as the bell rang however as all the tired zombie freshman shuffled out, he noticed you lingering back with a friend before waving them off and walking up to him. “Sir?” you asked, not noticing the shockwave the word sent through your professor. “I was needing some help on something,”

Jamie however was thinking of the ways you could help his growing trouser problem he discussed by pulling his chair closer to his desk, “What seems to be the matter?”

“It’s the assignment due Monday. I was wondering if I could submit it Friday instead?” you asked, no reasoning, no added context. Just asking with a pretty smile.

Usually, Jamie would scoff or roll his eyes but for a moment, perhaps just to be able to see your face up close a few moments longer, he entertained it, “May I ask why? Do you plan on nursing a hangover this weekend?” he asked, raising an eyebrow but you only chuckled at his words.

“No professor. It’s basically done I just know I can make it perfect with an extra couple days. After all you said you expected nothing but greatness,” the smirk on your lips should’ve been your cocky nail in the coffin but Jamie couldn’t tell if he respected your thought process or just wanted to feel what those lips could do.

He chuckled lightly, leaning back in his chair, “Do you think the Targaryen’s got an extension when they decided to conquer Dorne?”

“No,” you said, tilting your head to the side, “but I thought setting the classroom alight would send the wrong message,”

Another chuckle left him. Gods he was mentally hitting himself for that. At least no one else was here to watch him grow soft because of a random college girl. He paused, allowing his eyes to scan your face before snapping himself from his daze, “Fine. But you better deliver on your word,”

“I always do,” you grinned, “Thank you sir, I’ll see you later,” you said before turning to leave. Jamie allowed himself to watch how your hips swayed out the door however as soon as it closed his head fell back and he groaned loudly as he contemplated whether the things, he imagined doing to you were morally wrong. After all you were his student.

Sure, as fate he got your essay in on Friday and decided to mark it as soon as the class had ended. He sat back in his chair shocked at the 99% he wrote in red ink on top of the paper. When Monday came the freshman nerves raced through the room as the waited for their papers to be handed out. Jamie usually delighted in telling them he’d hand them out as they were leaving but today, he was bored and hungover from a long weekend with his brother who had tried to find him girls to get his mind off of you.

However, as he was calling out names and handing them their papers as they scurried out the door Jamie found himself moving your paper to the side. “Robb Stark,” Jamie called the second last name and the Stark boy all but flung himself out his chair to grab his paper, sighing of relief when he saw the 89% on the corner.

“Its okay if you didn’t get round to mine,” You said, standing from your chair as Robb left the room.

Today it was a short red, black plaid skirt that clung to your hips that swayed as you walked down the stairs of the lecture hall to his desk. The black high neck top should have in theory been modest, but it made your chest pop in a way he wondered if was intentional. “I did,” he said, letting his eyes scan your body for a moment, as discreetly as a desperate man could. “I must say you live up to your word,” he said as he held out the paper.

He saw a real smile, though small, cross your lips at the red pen. “Thank you, sir,”

“Don’t thank me, you did the work,” he said, moving to sit on the corner of his desk, “Though next time I expect it to be in on time,”

“Of course, sir,” you said, moving to tuck the paper into your backpack which gave him another chance to look at the curves of your hips. however, your light laugh snapped him out of his dirty thoughts as he realised, he had been caught. Before he could stutter anything out you spoke again, “Do you have a girlfriend sir?” you asked, eyelashes batting.

Jamie stammered for a moment before laughing, trying to cover himself but failing miserably, “No I don’t um why do you ask?” he eventually managed out.

You shrugged, shoving your backpack over your shoulder, “Just wondering is all,” you smiled before turning to leave. Like second nature his eyes moved to your ass however just as you turned back to say, “Bye sir,” with a smirk before shutting the door behind yourself. He was officially fucked.

A few weeks had past, and Jamie wondered if everyone in the room could feel the tension or if it was just him. He was sat in his office grading papers for his post grad class when a knock came from the door. “Come in,” he called, not looking up from his papers.

“Sir?” his head snapped up at the sound of your voice, “I was wondering if you could help me with something,” you said, holding an open notebook in your hand. Jamie nodded but you had already came in, moving to stand beside him behind his desk. Even when not in class you were still in one of those schoolgirl skirts and Jamie wondered how many you could possibly own.

“I was wondering if this argument seems right,” you said, placing the notebook on his desk. Jamie leaned forward, his eyes attempting to scan the page, but he could feel the way you leaned in, watching his movements. However, he didn’t see the way your eyes scanned his body and the way his perfectly tailored trousers showed his bulge or how sexy his arms looked with the sleeves messily pushed up.

Jamie did his best to talk his way through the argument, explaining in monotonous details where you had gone right and wrong all while feeling your hot breath tickle his skin. “Does that help?” he asked, looking up at you before realising how close your lips were.

They curved into a smile as you leaned in only to grab your notebook and stand up. He knew you were teasing him, he just knew, but how was a man supposed to cope with this? “Yeah, it does. Thank you, sir,”

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked, leaning back in his chair as he looked up at you.

Your eyes fell from a moment, your tongue briefly wetting your lips, “I don’t know sir. Is there?” you asked, looking up again through heavy lashes.

Jamie felt something snap in himself. he moved before he thought and soon his hand was on the back of your neck and his lips were slammed against yours. the kiss had caught you off guard, but it didn’t take long for you to catch up, your hands moving to pull at his hair making Jamie groan into the kiss.

He moved the chair back, not breaking the kiss, as you moved to climb into his lap. His hands moved to squeeze your ass, moaning against your lips as his tongue slipped in not that you would have stopped him. Your hips moved, grinding yourself down onto his hard bulge making his fingers dig in deeper.

Jamie broke the kiss. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked, his voice ragged as his hot breath fanned across your face making your skin tingle.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, your lips moving to kiss along his sharp jaw.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands slipping up to the small of your back, pressing your body against his, “You know you won’t get extra credit for this?” he asked.

You giggled against his skin, lifting your head to face him as your hands slid to his shoulders, “I don’t need the extra credit. Just you,” you added, your eyes flickering down to his shirt, your hands slowly moving the unbutton the top button.

Jamie watched you silently as you undid 3 of his buttons before suddenly standing, his arms hooked around your thighs. You gasped as you felt your butt hit the desk and Jamies bulge press against your clothed core. His lips crashed down onto yours, his hands sliding beneath your skirt to finally feel your hips properly.

Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in closer making him grind against you, his bulge rubbing against your clit. Your fingers scrambled to undo his buttons, quickly making there way down till they were all undone and you were able to run your hands along his toned abs.

His hand squeezed your thigh before slipping between your legs, rubbing your clit over your panties making you moan lightly into the kiss. This only made him want this more as his fingers slipped beneath the fabric, running a digit up your slit, “So wet for me,” he mumbled against your lips, “Such a good girl,” he praised sending a spark through your core.

Before you could try come up with a sassy comment or teasing remark you gasped as he pushed two fingers in slowly, stretching you out perfectly. His lips moved to your neck, kissing down all the exposed skin he could as his fingers began to curl perfectly as his thumb moved to rub slow circles onto your clit.

You felt your hips begin to buck, his free hand moving to hold them down against the desk as you felt a growing knot in your stomach. You could feel your orgasm quickly approaching but you didn’t wait so long for a bit of fingering. Your hand moved to grab his wrist, feeling just how strong he was as you did. He lifted his head, resting his forehead against yours for a moment, “I need you. please sir,” you whined, your voice strained as you felt yourself clench around his fingers.

Jamie muttered curses under his breath and if you didn’t see him unbuckling his belt you’d wonder if you had taken it too far. Suddenly a look of defeat dawned on his face, “Fuck I don’t have a- “

“I’m on the pill just please,” you practically begged, grabbing his bicep and squeezing it lightly, “please just fuck me already,” you’d barely got the words out before he had his cock in his hand.

It looked painfully hard, but you didn’t look long as you felt his lips against yours again and felt him line himself up, rubbing his tip over your clit making you whimper against his lips. He knew what he was doing, you realised, but so did you. perhaps the way he slowly pushed his tip in then out again was pay back for all the short skirts you’d deliberately worn just for him.

“Please,” you whined against his lips.

You felt them curl into a smirk, “I like when you beg,” he mumbled, pressing his tip in again. “Been imagining this all semester. Bending you over a table right in the middle of class,” he said, finally pushing in deeper making you whimper, “Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir,” you moaned as you tighten your legs around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fucking love when you call me that,” he said, his eyes closing tight as your cunt squeezed around him, still not fully in, “and these skirts of yours. tiny fucking skirts. For a good girl you really are such a tease, aren’t you?” he said, finally pushing all the way in before giving you a second to adjust. He waited a moment before adding, “I asked you a question,”

“Yes sir,” you said, your voice shaky as he got his revenge on all your teasing.

Jamie smirked again, that annoying cocky smirk you loved so much, “Good girl,” he said before suddenly beginning his thrusts. His hips snapped at a perfect pace, deliberately hard so he could watch your tits bounce under your shirt.

Deciding he’d looked at them over the fabric too long he reached out, pulling the t-shirt up above your tits to reveal a pretty red bra you’d chosen for the occasion. It only made his pace grow harder.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans down but it became hard as you felt his hand move so he could rub quick circles into your already sensitive bundle of nerves. You could feel orgasm rapidly approaching as your legs wrapped tight around his waist, making his thrusts even deeper.

The groans and grunts coming from his lips only worked to spear you on as Jamie felt his eyes tighten as he desperately tried not to cum in two seconds. His hands moved from your hips to your tits, groping them over your bra and seriously wishing he had done this sooner. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold off for as he felt your walls tighten around him.

“Fuck I can’t I’m gonna,” you panted, your moans hard to contain. His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you forward so your head landed in the crook of his shoulder. The new position allowing him to hit a new spot that had you muffling moans into his skin. You felt the knot in your stomach explode as your teeth sunk into his skin as your orgasm crashed down around you.

Jamie however was not far behind, and his thrusts became more sporadic as he chased his high. As you came down from your own you could feel his muscles tighten. You placed a kiss to the skin you had bitten just as you heard Jamie gasp out curse words before feeling him finish.

His head crashed into the crook of your shoulder as he caught his breath. “That was- just fuck, wow,” he panted, his voice hoarse as he lifted his head to look at you.

“Yeah,” you smiled, a dopey fucked out your mind smile that just made Jamie wish he could do this over and over again.

Suddenly Jamie remembered where he was though with a panicked, “Fuck,” as he quickly opened his desk drawer and grabbed some tissues to help clean you up.

As you jumped off his desk, readjusting your skirt and pulling your top back down, he quickly worked on the buttons of his shirts. You glanced at his desk, noticing the crumbled paper you had accidentally ended up on, “Sorry about that,” you grimaced but Jamie just laughed.

“Don’t worry about it. that kids a cunt anyway,” he said making you laugh as well.

You picked up the notebook you had used as an excuse to enter his office in the first place and headed for the door, “Thanks for the help, sir,”

“Anytime love,” Jamie said, settling back into his chair like nothing had happened. Part of you wondered later on that night if it had really happened or if it had just been one amazing sexed out fever dream. That was until you got the email saying extra credit had been applied to your course. you couldn’t help but laugh as you settled in for the night, wondering what else you’d pretend to struggle with to end up in that office.

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