you sit at his left, foot tucked under the table, shoulder grazing his now and then. tiny stars, doodles and scribbles occupy the page while you work out, curving your pen to make little emphatic marks in the margins of your print out. jungwon notices the way your hand moves, jaw tightening in an almost imperceptible way.

when someone across the tables laughs at one of your jokes- and the world is cruel in the way laughter can make people bloom- his fingers tighten. the pen in his hand chokes on its last ink, yet not even sunoo can notice the flare in jungwon's eyes. he exhales, sharply. flicking away at a page.

jay perks up, looking at him. "everything okay?" he asks, eyes flicking between the two of you. jay means the question for the group, asking for the study rhythm- but he catches the way jungwon doesn't let go of the pen straight away. "all good."

at one point you lean into riki to point at a diagram, and he catches your hand to correct you. you smile, offer a joke, and he laughs- everyone does. but jungwon's was short, smile thinning into a stoic frown, brows turnt downwards as he loses himself into the paper. he then continues to respond normally, stopping for conversation while easing the tension in his mind. still, the heat behind his eyes evaporate. someome makes a comment- "you two are still together, right? y/n?"

jungwon's jaw tightens, and you can tell he's building something inside that is sharper than annoyance.

he doesn't blow up, he never does. his mood is a pressure that collects and then, when the leak is found- uses a small, careful excuse to get you away from the table. perhaps, it's a suggestion he makes casually. i think the library printers ate the files. want to check the laptop with me?"

but this time, it's:

"shit, left my books in the car. come help me grab it."

the group nods away, brows knitted at the way he's gathering your things hastily while his other hand latches onto your wrist; as if you wouldn't come back to the group.

that's because you wouldn't come back.

jungwon slides his hand to your lower back with a touch that reads more. "your place." he murmurs into your hair, softly. you follow, because you always follow when he suggests things like private libraries and tutoring. you try to make small talk to your boyfriend- but he shuts it down. clicking his tongue or gripping your hands tighter as you make it to his.

the moment you arrive at yours, he drops his bag with a decisive thunk and then turns to you with alook that is at once apologetic and given to hunger. "too much noise. we'll study here."

•

"you're not listening." jungwon sits beside you, explaining quietly, pointing at the page. numbers and letters scattered across the screen, flicking pass your eyes and melting before it meets your brain. the clock in your room ticks, loud to accomodate the pen clicking in his hand. sat on the floor, legs tucked under the mini desk, body lotion and shower gel radiating off of your soft skin while he watches your eyebrows crease- he knows one thing: you're smarter than this.

nonetheless, you nod cluelessly, mind humming to a tune that often occupies your ears. there's no point in entertaining him in understanding- not when you're so easily flustered; not when he's leaning this close, not when his voice is low and warm. right. beside. your ear.

"again, y/n." he murmurs,

"trying," you say softly, ear tips pink as you grab the pen off his finger tips. you lean forward into the paper, while his shoulders lean into yours, his broad edges caging you.

"try harder, bunny." he nudges you, throwing your eraser into view, already letting you know to rewrite your answer before he interferes. "i don't think you're trying."

"i am!-" "prove it." his words simmer through yours, chin jerking forward, necklace clinking against his collarbone. you pout. huffing, and tensing your shoulders before dropping the pen. you hover over the page, the ink sloping away from meaning. letters. numbers- they blur into a low tide of obligation, and he watches you hesitate. he clicks his tongue, shoulder brushing yours. you want to roll your eyes at the dramatics of how easily he affects you, to say you're fine and not the thousand little things that come with being this near him- how hot it makes you feel- but when he reaches and taps a number into place by taking your hands and pen into his, your chest churns with an answer before he does.

"can't think?" his low murmur ghosts the shell of your ears, "if you're going to refuse to work, then you owe me the courtesy of admitting it."

the light spill of your lamp dips into the curve of his collarbone, and the chain on his neck detangles when he leans forward, his face lowering just to meet your cheek. "bunny,"

you try to roll your eyes, but your thighs quiver at the shameless reaction your heart acts towards the petname. he smirks at your immediate composure. "i don't do theatrics," he says, fingers tightening towards your wrist, "i'll show you the method until you get it."

you're stubborn, 'hmph'-ing at his tone. you're smart, you know you are- but not as smart as him, and he loves it. you try to resist his grip from your wrist but he pulls you into his lap, grey sweatpants against your skirt, thigh to thigh, and your back being cradled by his frame. his voice lowers, a low grunt as he props you against him. it's the private gesture he only reserves for you- "if you're going to be like that," his lips hover down to your neck. "i can punish you."

your shoulder blades pucker, you look up at him, you blink at him- and he smiles sly. "i mean, you owe me the satisfaction of seeing where you'll do it properly when i make you." he taps the page as if the paper is a prop. his hand moves from your arms to your waist, lifting, groping the edges of your skin before he pushes you flush against him. the two of you sandwich, leaning against the book shelf- table pushed aside and book closed. you inhale his faint, bitter scent of his cologne as his reaches for your chin to tilt towards his hungry eyes. "so, you gonna finish the question for me?"

"what's gonna happen, wonie?-" you push his buttons, rubbing your ass on his hard crotch. you love it when he gets riled up, pupils dilated at the thought of you. his hands slide under your top, cupping your breast and squeezing it before bringing his finger tips to the centre to play with your nipple. squeezing it all while he shoves a tongue into your mouth just so you could shut up. "another stupid question." he ruts into you. your boyfriend is always- always horny for you. rough and hostile when you do anything, and so incredibly on edge when you ask him to fuck you. he's a ticking bomb, always wanting to touch you at any given moment. in a domain where study is his expertise, he's above you. like no matter what you say, you'll already always say yes. when you moan against his mouth, he forcefully grabs the back of your head, pushing your tongue into his while he needily tugs onto it. strings of saliva dribbling down your chin while he spits into your pink lips. he kisses you one last time, deep, loving and claiming.

his hand wanders to your ass, cupping it, palm swallowing the volume before he spanks you, hastily lifting your skirt while he makes you face the wall, stomach rubbed against his crotch. he grunts, lifting your hips til your ass is up and your back is arched. jungwon bunches your skirt at your hips, wet panties on display while he continues to knead your ass.

you watch his brows knit at the sight of you, his glasses sliding off his nose just to be thrown off in a hurry. "wonie.." you whine.

"conservation of momentum: say it and mean it." his voice is stern, laced with a need to punish you.

you babble, legs swinging under his grip, trying to wriggle out while he claims your neck with his left hand. "u-um-" spank. "no 'um's." he shows his fang just smiling at the way your hips quiver.

"a system.." "system?" "where force is conserved-" spank. hard and brittle. his hand forme patterns of pink on your ass. "fuck!" you cry and whine. "don't pretend like you don't like this, bunny." he lowers down to kiss your ear.

"describe simple harmonic motion in three sentences." he spits on your ass to cool you down, peeling your wet-slick panties down to your mid thigh before he cooes at the sight. "c'mon baby. answer me."

you whimper.

"t-the wavy stuff! x equals-" spank. spank. spank. "loud and wrong," he tsks, "just give up studying, baby." he laughs at the way your slick webs to his fingers the moment he presses it to your opening.

"but won-" "no buts." he interrupts you. "just stay dumb. let me be the smart one. i'll do everything for you." he continues to peel your panties off. you try to rebut, but his actions were quicker- taking your pink panties and shoving them into your mouth. won shoves you onto the floor. pulling your top up, scraping the table away, shoving pens to the floor. paper scattered your room while he pushing your parted thighs into your stomach. "mmph!" you muffle, squirming out of his thick grip.

jungwon buries his face between your legs with the kind of greedy intent you've only ever seen when he thinks the rest of the world can be forgtten. the contact of his breath makes you back arch, shivering as he moans into your pussy lips, tasting the faint smell of your lotion, slick and sweetness he smiles into- the face of someone who's been keeping inventory of you for years. hands gripping each thigh, pressing into the soft plush of your innards. "i'm done being your teacher." he kisses your folds.

the first kiss was reverent, slow and deliberate. sloppy and worshipful. the second his mouth finds you, you tilt your hips without thinking, offering your core to his tongue until the pressure hits just right- rubbing against your clit. his tongue traces the curve of your bump, circling, then pressing. kitten licking until he waits for you to get greedy- just for him to stop and edge your moan rippling against your own fabric. his fingers at the back of your knees dig in lightly, anchoring you until you whine deliciously. your muffled cries eventually get released when jungwon's extra hand rips your panties out your mouth.

"f-fuck!" you whimper, breathing as he blows cold air on your slick. slow and painfully deliberate licks with a hardening suction. eventially his fang tickling your tender fold. "f-faster! please!" you cry, but jungwon pushes your knees in deeper, shutting you up while he grinds his lips into pussy. his tongue dives in and out faster, lapping at your heat while every wrong answer gets wiped out by the right motion you want. you feel your feet tingle, core tightening. you hate the way he has you edged and you try your best to shift and push back. jungwon lets a possessive laugh, palm your ass as he brings a finger up and into your wet heat you yelp in pleasure as he curls it into your sweet spot. "want another finger? my fuckin' sweet, stupid baby?" he cooes. you nod helplessly, feet arched as he twists into your gummy spots.

"say you're mine." he spits on your pussy, claiming it again. "i-i'm yours!" you cry. "who do you belong to?" "wonie!" "who do you answer to?" "you-" "who?" "you! jungwon- you." you answer, looking into his deep eyes that swallow your frame. he kneels over you, pressing a soft kiss to your damp forehead. "atta girl." heartbeat throbbing over his girlfriend's umpteenth confession.

there's a moment, mid-breath. where the room thins to the sound of his name swallowed somewhere between a plea and a command. he sinks two fingers in while his lips connect back to your clit. and you feel your core coil again, tightening as your fingers helplessly tangle in his hair.

"'m cumming!" you let out a gutteral moan, tearing through the low music, breath stuttering as he moans into it. melting into your convulsing hips, palm pressing down your tummy so he could feels the way your gummy walls shake and tremble to his fingers. you let out inches of moans after whines, fingers tightening around his hair because jungwon's tongue doesn't stop- lingering, circling, jittering until the tremors slow down. he swallows the bubbles he made, divine milk mixed with his salivating waters that drip from his mouth- his body still hungry. not satisfied.

"more." he demands. he lifts his face, breathy and tipped with a grin you know too well- that smug, dangerous expression. jungwon sucks his fingers full of your sticky cum infront of you before he undresses himself, lining his leaky tip just to shove it in your sensitive pussy with no hesitation. your hands hold onto the bookshelf above and behind your head, your cute trinkets shaking as he rams his fat length into you with no remorse. "fuck! baby!" you cry once more until his hips stutter at a speed that fucks your climax. he's feral, base slapping against your creamy hole until precum leaks onto his balls. he doesn't bother preparing you when he pulls you up and fucks you from behind, facing the small mirror on your wall while he plays with your nipple for you to see. his ring and middle are sunken into your hollow mouth, and you clamp your swollen lips around them, sucking it while he makes you look at yourself swallowing every part of him. "so good for me. so smart." he exhales, voice catching every time he pumps into you. "such a smart fuckin' girl." he praises you once, before your arms meet the floor.

your ass is raised as your hands can no longer lift your head, pussy being too fucked out by jungwon's ruthless speed and heavy force plowing into your gummy walls with a need you've always felt warmth in. "fuck baby, gonna let me cum in you?" you can't even reply when tears seep out of your eyes, tongue dry as it catches for air.

"answer me." "yes! please cum in me.. please." you beg. he groans at your plea, shoving the last inches of dick into before you could feel his tip spurt white streaks deep into your core, spilling out of you while you feel his nails dig into your hips. his chest heaves while a few stray hairs cling to his temple, sweat beading down to the stupid, satisfied smile on his face- the same he uses when he knows he's correct.

he doesn't say much when he softly anchors you forward, bringing your limp body to your plush sheets before wiping you down. jungwon kisses your thighs and shivering arms, holding the back of your head when he makes you sip cold water, tucking your hair behind your ear before he cleans your room up. you watch him, blanket tucked under you as he cocoons you with warmth and tender touch. "love you, baby." he murmurs against your neck, his nose bridge nuzzling deeper into your neck. "i love you." he confesses again. fingers crawling to your waist before he pulls you in tight.

just another tutor session. with your boyfriend who's always right.

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