Fake scenarios + one shots (y/n x h/n)

•Bad boy x smart girl 2•

„Correct"

„You're joking?"

„Nope, it's right" I smile at him, he's been trying to get one of my tasks right for the last hour

„Holy fuck" he stands up and picks up his basketball throwing it into the hoop

„I did it fucking right" he dribbles the ball on the floor before dunking it in

„C'mon a short break"

„Fine" I pull out my phone, checking through my socials

„I wanna teach you something now, let's play some basketball"

„No thank you" suddenly he grabs my phone and holds it up

„Give it back" I cross my arms in front of my chest

„If you hit the basket at least once"

„Your acting like a child" I pick up the ball and aim at the basket, the ball doesn't even reach it

„You're doing it wrong" H/n says watching me

„No shit Sherlock" I pick up the ball again and try another time, and another

„Let me show you"

„First keep you knees no further than shoulder width apart, then flex your knees slightly, The ball and your shooting eye should form a straight line to the basket. Position your elbow so it's inline with your shoulder, not directly under the ball. Locate the target and straighten your knees to jump" and just like that the ball flys perfectly and goes through the basket

„Your turn" he hands me the ball and I try to memorize everything he told me

„No stop" he stands behind me, so close that I can feel my back pressed against him

„Position your shooting hand so that your fingertips are perpendicular to the seams in the ball.  This hand is responsible for launching the ball." he takes my hand and places it correctly on the ball

„then put your non-shooting hand on the side of the ball to act as a guide for the shot. You have control of the ball with your fingers and thumb." he rubs his fingers gently over my „non-shooting" hand

„Now push the ball upward with your shooting hand, your hips must rise as your elbow rises with the ball, and you should turn anywhere from 20-90 degrees towards your off hand" his hands are at my hips now and I can hardly concentrate on anything he says

„Do it" I jump with his hands still on my hips, the ball flys and hits the ring but still manages to fall through the net

„Yes" I turn around happy only to notice that h/n is standing a few inches in front of me, my smile fades and turns into something more serious.

Because this situation. Everything about it is- irritating. H/n's hands on my hips, his eyes staring into mine, his mouth partly open. And me not hating a single thing about it

His hand goes further down my back until it reaches my ass, I take a sharp breath. He leans closer, his lips brushing my ear

„Good Job smartass, You're phone is in you back pocket" and without anything else he turns around and sits at the desk again, his back facing me.

What the heck. I reach my backpocket to check if my phone is really there and if I everything wasn't just a dream.
But it's not. It's right there where he put it.