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jungwon steps closer, brows twitching in annoyance. “you never know how to shut up, do you?” he questions sarcastically, “if you did our lectures would pass by much smoother. but of course, you can't beat me in assignments so you make it your life's mission to prove me wrong in class.” he remarked dryly.

you also stepped closer, your mutual loathe practically bouncing off each other. “it's not my fault your statements are so idiotic. you expect me to hear you spew out bullshit and let that pass? oh please, you should know better.”

jungwon crosses his arms, peering down at you. “you know, you talk a whole lot about being smart. last time i checked, you're the one who spews out bullshit when she's needy and barely even been touched.”

the tips of your ears are instantly painted red as you broke your glare with jungwon. why the hell does he even remember that? it was only one night, one night where the both of you were drunk out of your mind and inexplicably horny.

“can’t speak now, hm? where's that confidence, huh?”

you breathe out of your nose, looking up at him to glare yet again. “shut up. it was one night and you know i was drunk. the fact you still think about it is crazy, pussy was that good huh?” you shot back, smirking.

he laughs as if he couldn't believe his ears, “don’t flatter yourself. i’ve had better.” now, it was your turn to laugh.

“oh please, like you can actually pull.” you say, although you were lying through your teeth. almost every girl you knew fantasized about having a night with jungwon, but you wouldn't let him beat you, not even in trivial discourse.

“i don't pull? yet you decided to come to me, in a room full of people at a party, to get laid? mm, right.”

you blink, having nothing to say.

“.. get lost.” were your final words before you left him in the middle of the hallway, his eyes practically piercing through you as he watched you walk away.

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now, how did you land yourself in the same predicament again?

you look down, arms still wrapped around jungwon’s neck after you almost lost your breath kissing him. this was exactly how it began last time – except you're both sober. perfectly, even. oh how bad you wanted to give in, but would you boost his ego by fucking him again? absolutely not, that wasn't even an option to you.

jungwon’s lips curls into a knowing smile, watching you contemplate every choice you've made in life before this.

“tell me you don't want this and i’ll stop.” he teases, removing his hands from your waist and placing them on the bed. you almost whimpered at the loss of touch, only holding it in to keep your dignity. you think it over again. if you were being honest with yourself, you easily considered him to be one of your best fucks – whether you wanted to admit it or not. you just couldn't afford letting him know you craved him this bad. you move your hair out of your face, looking at him. his hair was messed up from your hands tugging on it, tie loose and his eyes revealing how affected he was by this, even if he tried to pretend he wasn't.

well, you decided.

do it for the plot.

your lips crash into his, with his hands instantaneously flying back onto your waist as if it missed being there. the kiss was unbelievable; the sense of composure the two of you carried in your studies was long forgotten. jungwon’s hands were everywhere – cupping your jaw, rubbing your waist, squeezing your ass – he was starved. he groans, feeling your hands tugging on his hair again. such a befitting kink for an annoying man, you thought.

he flips you over gently, even amidst the tension and lust. he leans down again to kiss you, working on getting you out of your top. his mouth travels down, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses alongside your neck – he intentionally bites you here and there, wanting to claim you as his. he lifts the top over your head, staring at your breasts with no shame. your own hands went out to unbutton his shirt but he stops you.

“hands off y/n, you don't deserve that yet.” he says, lifting your hips to slide you out of your skirt.

“won–”

“won? barely even touched you and you've forgotten all formalities. not very polite of our daehan top student is it, hm?” jungwon smirks taking in the pleasure of how frustrated you looked.

but at the end of the day, he's only a man – how could he deny the angel he had on his bed? he unbuttons his shirt painfully slowly, despite the prominent tent that stuck through his trousers.

“i swear, keep this up and i promise you i’ll go to jay and get laid.” you threaten, slight pout on your face.

jungwon simply chuckles, seemingly unfazed. “you wouldn't.” he says, but he doesn't take his chances and picks up the pace. he lays on his back next to you.

“sit on my face.” he says, like it was the most normal statement on earth.” you blink, cheeks heating up. was he serious? you prop yourself up on your elbow, trying to figure out if he was joking. “come on, sit on my face.” “but.. won't i suffocate you or something..?” you say shyly. his brows raise, head turning toward you. “are you kidding? threatening me with a good time.” you feverishly get up, about to follow his demand before he cuts you off.

“..take your panties off. or do you need your intellectual superior to tell you even that?” he mocked. gosh, you thought. he's even insufferable in bed. you slip them off, before positioning yourself on his face, your thighs on each side of him. you made sure not to put your full weight on him, scared he wouldn't be able to handle it. he sighs, taking your thighs in his hands and pushing you down.

the second your heat met his mouth, he turned into a new person. he pressed his tongue against your clit, taking a small swipe like a kitty, but this was severely misleading. minutes later, he was eating like a man starved, lapping up any sign of essence that would fall. he is so immersed, groans leaving his mouth as he pushes his tongue further into your cunt. “fuck, best pussy i’ve ever had...” he mumbles, muffled by your thighs. he counted you cumming for him once. now twice. he pushes you down further, not wanting any part of his face not covered by this paradise he'd just discovered. your hands fly to his hair, “w–won! ’s too much, too sensitive!” you squeal, pressure building up in your stomach the third time. however, your scent has invaded his senses; he keeps going, relentless and desperate. his hips thrust into the air, a very obvious damp spot gracing his trousers. he seriously came from eating you out? everyday he becomes more and more unbelievable. he makes you cum one last time, before finally letting go.

your hands finally go back, finding a place on the bed. you pant, the both of you trying to catch your breath after such an intense time. “holy shit..” you said in awe. “where the hell did you learn to do that?” you ask.

“it’s natural.” he breathes, running a hand through his hair. you turn again, looking at the damp spot. “cumming through your pants, untouched? not very top student of you.” you mock.

“mm, you started whimpering the second i touched you. we're equal.” “whatever. didn't you say you've ‘had better’ pussy? not exactly what you were saying just now.” “well, i’m not afraid to admit yours is definitely the best i’ve ever had.”

jungwon steps closer, brows twitching in annoyance. “you never know how to shut up, do you?” he questions sarcastically, “if you did our lectures would pass by much smoother. but of course, you can't beat me in assignments so you make it your life's mission to prove me wrong in class.” he remarked dryly.

you also stepped closer, your mutual loathe practically bouncing off each other. “it's not my fault your statements are so idiotic. you expect me to hear you spew out bullshit and let that pass? oh please, you should know better.”

jungwon crosses his arms, peering down at you. “you know, you talk a whole lot about being smart. last time i checked, you're the one who spews out bullshit when she's needy and barely even been touched.”

the tips of your ears are instantly painted red as you broke your glare with jungwon. why the hell does he even remember that? it was only one night, one night where the both of you were drunk out of your mind and inexplicably horny.

“can’t speak now, hm? where's that confidence, huh?”

you breathe out of your nose, looking up at him to glare yet again. “shut up. it was one night and you know i was drunk. the fact you still think about it is crazy, pussy was that good huh?” you shot back, smirking.

he laughs as if he couldn't believe his ears, “don’t flatter yourself. i’ve had better.” now, it was your turn to laugh.

“oh please, like you can actually pull.” you say, although you were lying through your teeth. almost every girl you knew fantasized about having a night with jungwon, but you wouldn't let him beat you, not even in trivial discourse.

“i don't pull? yet you decided to come to me, in a room full of people at a party, to get laid? mm, right.”

you blink, having nothing to say.

“.. get lost.” were your final words before you left him in the middle of the hallway, his eyes practically piercing through you as he watched you walk away.

𖹭

now, how did you land yourself in the same predicament again?

you look down, arms still wrapped around jungwon’s neck after you almost lost your breath kissing him. this was exactly how it began last time – except you're both sober. perfectly, even. oh how bad you wanted to give in, but would you boost his ego by fucking him again? absolutely not, that wasn't even an option to you.

jungwon’s lips curls into a knowing smile, watching you contemplate every choice you've made in life before this.

“tell me you don't want this and i’ll stop.” he teases, removing his hands from your waist and placing them on the bed. you almost whimpered at the loss of touch, only holding it in to keep your dignity. you think it over again. if you were being honest with yourself, you easily considered him to be one of your best fucks – whether you wanted to admit it or not. you just couldn't afford letting him know you craved him this bad. you move your hair out of your face, looking at him. his hair was messed up from your hands tugging on it, tie loose and his eyes revealing how affected he was by this, even if he tried to pretend he wasn't.

well, you decided.

do it for the plot.

your lips crash into his, with his hands instantaneously flying back onto your waist as if it missed being there. the kiss was unbelievable; the sense of composure the two of you carried in your studies was long forgotten. jungwon’s hands were everywhere – cupping your jaw, rubbing your waist, squeezing your ass – he was starved. he groans, feeling your hands tugging on his hair again. such a befitting kink for an annoying man, you thought.

he flips you over gently, even amidst the tension and lust. he leans down again to kiss you, working on getting you out of your top. his mouth travels down, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses alongside your neck – he intentionally bites you here and there, wanting to claim you as his. he lifts the top over your head, staring at your breasts with no shame. your own hands went out to unbutton his shirt but he stops you.

“hands off y/n, you don't deserve that yet.” he says, lifting your hips to slide you out of your skirt.

“won–”

“won? barely even touched you and you've forgotten all formalities. not very polite of our daehan top student is it, hm?” jungwon smirks taking in the pleasure of how frustrated you looked.

but at the end of the day, he's only a man – how could he deny the angel he had on his bed? he unbuttons his shirt painfully slowly, despite the prominent tent that stuck through his trousers.

“i swear, keep this up and i promise you i’ll go to jay and get laid.” you threaten, slight pout on your face.

jungwon simply chuckles, seemingly unfazed. “you wouldn't.” he says, but he doesn't take his chances and picks up the pace. he lays on his back next to you.

“sit on my face.” he says, like it was the most normal statement on earth.” you blink, cheeks heating up. was he serious? you prop yourself up on your elbow, trying to figure out if he was joking. “come on, sit on my face.” “but.. won't i suffocate you or something..?” you say shyly. his brows raise, head turning toward you. “are you kidding? threatening me with a good time.” you feverishly get up, about to follow his demand before he cuts you off.

“..take your panties off. or do you need your intellectual superior to tell you even that?” he mocked. gosh, you thought. he's even insufferable in bed. you slip them off, before positioning yourself on his face, your thighs on each side of him. you made sure not to put your full weight on him, scared he wouldn't be able to handle it. he sighs, taking your thighs in his hands and pushing you down.

the second your heat met his mouth, he turned into a new person. he pressed his tongue against your clit, taking a small swipe like a kitty, but this was severely misleading. minutes later, he was eating like a man starved, lapping up any sign of essence that would fall. he is so immersed, groans leaving his mouth as he pushes his tongue further into your cunt. “fuck, best pussy i’ve ever had...” he mumbles, muffled by your thighs. he counted you cumming for him once. now twice. he pushes you down further, not wanting any part of his face not covered by this paradise he'd just discovered. your hands fly to his hair, “w–won! ’s too much, too sensitive!” you squeal, pressure building up in your stomach the third time. however, your scent has invaded his senses; he keeps going, relentless and desperate. his hips thrust into the air, a very obvious damp spot gracing his trousers. he seriously came from eating you out? everyday he becomes more and more unbelievable. he makes you cum one last time, before finally letting go.

your hands finally go back, finding a place on the bed. you pant, the both of you trying to catch your breath after such an intense time. “holy shit..” you said in awe. “where the hell did you learn to do that?” you ask.

“it’s natural.” he breathes, running a hand through his hair. you turn again, looking at the damp spot. “cumming through your pants, untouched? not very top student of you.” you mock.

“mm, you started whimpering the second i touched you. we're equal.” “whatever. didn't you say you've ‘had better’ pussy? not exactly what you were saying just now.” “well, i’m not afraid to admit yours is definitely the best i’ve ever had.”