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Jimin stares down at the thick Chemistry textbook that lays open on top of the small café table that he’s currently sitting at. The numbers and equations all look like a jumbled mess, and the words are even worse as though they’re an entirely different language that he can’t understand.
His eyes tilt up a bit, needing a break from the confusing reading, and he glances at the rest of his books, stacked on top of each other and waiting for their turn to be opened. The books—English, Cellular and Molecular Biology, Martial Arts, Introduction to Veterinary Medicine, and Modern Dance—sit there, mocking him as if they know he won’t have enough time to study for all his classes’ midterms.
It’s all so overwhelming, and if Jimin had any time to spare, he’d probably take a moment to cry. Considering he’s in public, it would clearly be a bad idea anyway.
He rubs his eyes, trying to subdue his tiredness, and a yawn slips from his lips.
Sleep has been a luxury that he hasn’t had the opportunity to partake in lately. He gets a few hours here and there, but overall, his sleep schedule is fucked with how busy he is. It’s halfway through the semester and he’s already struggling.
His phone alarm startles him from his short-lived break. He groans and shuts it off.
Great. His one hour of free time to study for his upcoming exams is over, and he has learned nothing. It’s literally hopeless at this point. He’s going to fail his exams and fail out of university.
He is slowly starting to realize that he may have taken on a bit more than he can handle during his third year of university.
He’s always been a great student ever since high school, but his Pre-Veterinary program has been slightly more challenging and having a part-time job as a dance instructor has caused him to take fewer classes each semester so that he could afford to go to school.
This is his third year in the program when it’s supposed to be a two-year program. Since he’s behind, he’s had to take a few extra courses this semester to make sure that he’ll be able to enter the main Veterinary program next year.
Normally he’s on top of everything, studying and acing all his tests, and at the top of his class, but the combined extra load of classes, his part-time job, the taekwondo classes he takes during the weekends, and overall, trying to survive by feeding, sleeping, and taking care of himself—it’s all just become too much.
He has missed countless lectures, he’s not even quite sure what’s going on in half of his classes, and now midterms are in about a week and he’s surely going to fail. If he fails, it will set him even farther back, and he won’t be moving on to the next program.
At his point, he’s not sure what to do, and he feels like a lost cause.
With thoughts of failure looming on his mind, he collects all his books and important papers in his book bag. If he sits here too long brooding about his future, he’s going to miss his next class of Modern Dance, which is one of the only classes he actually enjoys. It allows him to free his mind of all his worries and do the one thing he’s naturally talented at.
Before leaving the Café, he orders a coffee to go. He knows he’ll need the caffeine so he may as well replenish his energy. He’s about to leave the building, but he decides to look at the bulletin board for anything of interest.
Among the mess of papers is an advertisement that catches his eye. It’s a yellow sheet of paper with a border of small daisies that have smiley faces. It reads:
Private One-On-One Tutoring
Need a helping hand for midterms or finals? JK’s your man.
I promise to help you pass your tests with a C or higher. I stand by my tutoring skills and if you don’t pass, I’ll refund your money.
Knowledgeable in the following subjects: Chemistry, Physics, Biology, Algebra, Statistics, Calculus, English, PE, Art, History, Dance, plus more.
Text me for available times.
Jeon Jeongguk
1st Year Student. Dean’s List.
82-115-5525-107
The bottom of the page is perforated for potential clients to take the tutor’s information on small pieces of paper. Jimin notices that only one has been taken so far.
Jimin shrugs and rips one off the paper, shoving it into his pocket. It’s a bit shameful to even think of hiring a tutor plus he’ll be asking someone younger than him to help with his tests, but if the kid is really as good as he claims then maybe he’ll pass? And if he doesn’t pass, at least he tried to salvage his grades and he’ll get his money back. It seems like a win-win situation if he’s honest.
It’s either this or he flunks out of school he supposes.
Later that evening when he’s finally home from his classes, he pulls out the crinkled paper from his pocket. He has nothing to lose at this point, so he grabs his phone and texts the number.
Jimin
Hello, Jeongguk-ssi. My name’s Park Jimin and I saw your ad. I need a tutor for midterms. When are you available?
Jeongguk
Jimin-ssi, thank you for considering me to tutor you. I’m free this weekend, any time. I don’t have many clients yet, so we can spend the entire weekend together if needed. What classes will you need help with?
Jimin
All of them 😭 I’m taking Basic Organic Chemistry, English, Cellular and Molecular Biology, Martial Arts, Introduction to Veterinary Medicine, and Modern Dance. I mostly need help with the first four. The last three are more my expertise, but maybe you can help me study for them?
Jeongguk
Ah, okay. It sounds doable. I’ll gladly help you out, Jimin-ssi. What time works for you?
Jimin
Thank you!! You’re a lifesaver. I could kiss you!! That’s how grateful I am. 😊
Is around 10 in the morning okay? Also, what’s your pay rate?
Jeongguk
No need to sweet talk me, Jimin-ssi. I already agreed to tutor you. 😉
That works for me. I’ll give you a slight discount since it seems like we’ll be spending a lot of time together. ₩30,000 per hour.
Jimin
Perfect, thank you! We can study at my place if that’s okay. I’ll send you my address Saturday morning.
Jeongguk
Great! Thank you. I’ll see you then. Have a good night, Jimin-ssi.
Jimin
You too.
Jimin smiles at his phone, relief flooding his mind now that he may have a chance at passing his classes.
He plugs his phone in to charge and then quickly changes into his pajamas.
That night for the first time in a long time, he sleeps peacefully without the heavy weight of impending defeat on his shoulders, without the pessimistic thoughts running through his mind, crushing him, suffocating him, and telling him that he’s doing too much and should just quit already.
Saturday arrives two days later, and Jimin has sent Jeongguk his address. His tutor should be here any minute now since he told Jimin that he lives close by.
He has everything ready. All his textbooks are splayed out on his table in his small living room. He figures the couch will be a good enough spot for now. They can always move to his bedroom later if they want to sit somewhere more comfortably later on.
He has paper, pencils, note cards, highlighters, sticky notes, basically anything one could want for a huge study session, and his fridge is stocked with water and a few snacks if they get hungry. They can always order takeaway depending on how late they study.
Just as he’s placing his laptop on the coffee table, there’s a knock at his door. He makes his way to the door and opens it.
The boy who’s at his door is not at all who he’s expecting. Call him judgmental, but he kind of expected to see a skinny dorky kid with glasses who’s barely grown, but Jeongguk is anything but that.
He’s wearing glasses, yes, but somehow, they work with his facial structure, and instead of making him look like a dweeb, they complement his face and accentuate his angled jaw and cheekbones (unfairly might he add). His hair is a bit long with his bangs reaching his eyes, and he’s also wearing thick silver hoops in his ears.
He’s tall and broad, possibly muscular but Jimin can’t tell because of his baggy blue and yellow striped shirt and loose jeans. And oh, there’s two daises with smiley faces on his chest, just like his flyer. Cute.
Jimin truly doesn’t understand how one person’s entire persona can contrast so much, mixing both cute and hot together at the same time all while doing it so well.
“Jimin-ssi?” Jeongguk asks, interrupting him of his scrutinizing thoughts. He smiles, albeit a bit nervously and he clutches his bookbag tighter against his body. “Are you going to let me inside?”
Jimin smiles sheepishly. He’s been openly staring for who knows how long, and Jeongguk has been patiently waiting the entire time. “Oh. Sorry. I guess I’m just a bit surprised is all.”
He lets Jeongguk in, and after he slips off his shoes, Jimin leads him to the living room. They settle onto the couch and Jeongguk places his book bag on the floor.
“Surprised about what?”
Jimin feels his cheeks burn. He ignores it by opening his notebook. “I didn’t expect my tutor to look like you. I expected some dorky kid barely out of high school, but you’re even taller than me and I’m older than you!” He doesn’t mean to gripe about it, but it gets old always being the shortest out of his friends and lovers.
Jeongguk laughs warmheartedly as if it’s not the first time someone’s said that to him. “Don’t worry, I get that a lot. But, um, you know being smart, being tall, and liking exercise are things that can coexist. Nerds come in all different shapes and sizes.” He ends his words with a proud grin as if he knows that Jimin can’t disagree with him.
“Wow, you’re already teaching me new things and we haven’t even started yet. Maybe you are a great tutor after all,” Jimin says with a straight face even though his words are laced with sarcasm.
Jeongguk’s eyes narrow just the slightest. Jimin almost doesn’t catch it. “Why do I sense a bit of sarcasm?” Jeongguk asks.
“You really are smart and observant!” Jimin says, giggling at his joke.
Jeongguk doesn’t take the bait though. Instead, he says, “That’s why I’m here, right? To teach you?”
That shuts him up because yes, but his ego is still a bit bruised due to having to get a tutor when in the past he’s always been perfectly fine on his own.
Jimin nods his head, now determined. “Well, let’s get to it, then.”
Jimin is already so bored.
He hates studying and naturally, he gets bored of it quite easily, and there's no exception for Jeongguk who’s trying to teach him. Normally he’s able to ace tests without much studying, but that hasn’t been the case this semester with his busy schedule and missing the occasional lecture.
He checks the time and it’s only been 45 minutes. They started with Chemistry since it's his worst subject, and Jeongguk keeps going on and on about organic compounds, formulas, and reactions. He doesn't understand most of it, but Jeongguk tries his best to teach him. He even goes as far as singing him a few songs to help him remember important information. It's charming and helpful because it’s been impossible for him to remember and he needs to know it for the test, but Jimin is enjoying his view a lot more than anything else right now.
And what a view it is.
He shamelessly stares at his handsome tutor, hoping that it comes off as attentive listening.
Everything about the man’s physical features is distracting.
His lips are the perfect shade of deep pink, and occasionally, Jimin catches him swiping his tongue over his bottom lip, leaving it wet and moistened, ready to be kissed, which he terribly wants to do.
But what he wants, even more, is to see the body underneath the man’s baggy clothes; he can only imagine what he looks like if he already seems so broad and tall.
His clothes aren’t the least bit revealing (sadly), but that doesn’t stop Jimin from eyeing the sliver of chest he can see poking out from where the top of his sweater is unbuttoned. There lies his tanned skin and chiseled collarbones, just begging him to touch.
Jimin’s favorite body part to watch, though, are Jeongguk’s long fingers. He can't help but watch Jeongguk's long fingers every time he turns a page from his textbook.
The view has his mind occupied, wondering how they'd feel on his body instead of on the textbook. He studies the length and thickness of them; it has him craving for them to be inside him, rubbing against his walls, pressing against his prostate. He thinks about what he could do with them and if he’s as talented in bed as he is in school.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jeongguk asks, pausing his instructional flow and disrupting Jimin’s impure thoughts.
Jimin halts, caught in the act. Thinking quickly, he says, “Your brain, it’s hot.” It saves him from admitting he wasn’t paying attention plus he gets to shamelessly flirt with his tutor. It’s a win-win for him.
Jeongguk immediately turns pink, flushing all the way down to the sliver of chest Jimin so desperately wants to see in all its glory.
“Jimin-ssi, I’m here to help you. It doesn’t matter if my brain is attractive, whatever that means,” Jeongguk responds in a calm manner.
“I’m sorry, sunbaenim. I promise it won’t happen again.” Jimin smiles sweetly, too sweetly with his eyes crinkling at the corners, feigning innocence when he knows exactly what his words will do to Jeongguk.
Jeongguk sputters, obviously not having expected the title. “Jimin-ssi, I’m not your senior at the university. You’ve been at SNU longer than I have.”
“But you’re my tutor, so you clearly have more experience than me in these subjects that you’re helping me with.”
Jeongguk shakes his head, incredulous. “You don’t—"
“You hate it that much?” Jimin asks, cutting him off. “Does seonsaengnim work better? Maybe Jeon-seonsaengnim?” His tone is flirty, too flirty for their current situation, but it’s in his nature to tease, and he simply can’t stop the words leaving his lips.
Jeongguk’s breath hitches and his pinkened features deepen to a red. Jimin likes the sight a lot, and perhaps, it’ll be a goal of his to make the pretty tutor flush several times today.
“You don’t have to call me that. Please, let’s continue,” Jeongguk says, attempting to steer the subject back to the task at hand.
Jimin lets him, merely humming in content as he pretends to place his focus back on the textbook in Jeongguk’s hand.
Jeongguk starts again, continuing where he left off.
Jimin tries to keep himself focused this time, but as expected, his attention doesn’t last long again. No matter how gentle and helpful Jeongguk’s being as he’s relaying the information to him, his mind wanders again.
He’s focusing on Jeongguk’s nice, deep voice, and his body more than actually trying to learn about whatever he’s talking about. Jimin seems to be in a trance, his mind is playing fantasies starring his tutor in various positions. He supposes that it’s not productive learning at all.
Maybe he should have investigated what his tutor looked like before hiring him because he's entirely too distracting without even meaning to be.
This sudden lust for his tutor makes him realize that it’s been way too long since he last got laid. He’s not one to thirst after any hot guy that’s around him, but it’s possible, that his longer than usual abstinence with the additional stress from midterms has made him a needy mess.
He knows it’s in vain to keep going like this. How the hell is he supposed to learn with this hot stud teaching him? It’s not fair. He’ll be paying Jeongguk just so that he can thirst over him as Jimin fails to store a single piece of information in his mind.
Instead of full-out canceling and rescheduling his tutoring session, maybe he can work with this and have a bit of fun if Jeongguk’s willing to join him.
Whoever said work before play was truly missing out. Why not play and burn off some of this energy and relieve the tension? Then his mind will be clear to study and he’ll be able to concentrate better. It's too perfect.
Afterward, he will definitely be ready to study for his tests, and Jeongguk will help him of course.
"Jimin-ssi?" Jeongguk calls, dragging Jimin out of his scheming mind. "Are you listening?"
"Hm? Yeah, totally. You were talking about um, uh—"
"We're still on chemical reactions.”
"Right…sorry. You're distracting," Jimin admits.
Jeongguk's eyebrows furrow like he doesn't understand the nerdy seduction vibe he has going on right now.
"How am I distracting? I'm just going over your textbook and helping you learn," Jeongguk says, gesturing to the textbook that’s now on his lap.
Jimin rolls his eyes. "This material is so boring. I have to keep myself entertained in other ways," he says making sure to trail his eyes down Jeongguk's body, letting his meaning be known.
But he makes no show of giving in to Jimin's teasing. He's trying to be professional it seems.
Boringggg.
"Try to pay more attention Jimin-ssi, otherwise you're going to fail your upcoming exams." His voice is stern, not at all yielding to Jimin’s wants and sounding a bit too professional for his liking, almost like an actual teacher.
"Mm-kay, whatever you say, seonsaengnim.” Jimin brushes it off for now, but he’s not giving up just yet.
This time Jeongguk falters just the slightest at the name but doesn’t otherwise say anything. Maybe he’s closer to cracking than Jimin previously thought.
After that, Jimin allows Jeongguk to go on for about another thirty minutes, and then he's yawning dramatically and stretching his arms. "Let's put these books away, and maybe have some fun for a bit, hm?” With mindful precision, he makes sure to whine his next words, knowing how convincing he can be when he’s like this. “We’re working so hard, seonsaengnim. We need to take a break.”
Like a brick wall, Jeongguk continues to be difficult. "I don't take breaks, Jimin-ssi. Every minute counts if you want to pass."
Jimin scoffs. "Well, I'm telling you that we're taking a break. I’m paying you, right?” Jeongguk solemnly nods as if he knows he’s lost this round. “So, I can choose when we're taking a break."
Jeongguk listens like a dutiful puppy, closing the textbook and placing it back on the table. "Now, what?" he asks, obviously not used to this happening during his tutoring sessions.
Jimin grins like a lion, ready to catch his prey. "Let's talk for a bit and get to know each other."
"What do you want to know? I'm pretty boring," he says with a shrug. He adjusts his glasses, cutely pushing them up his nose with his long middle and pointer fingers.
It’s beyond charming, but frankly, he can't wait to fog up those glasses with their soon-to-be sexual activities, at least he hopes anyway.
"Boring? I wouldn’t say that. I mean, this is your first year, how are you so smart? You're tutoring older students with hard classes. It just doesn't make sense to me."
"I don’t know, I've always been a good student. I don't have much of a social life or any romantic relationships, so I study for fun. Some of these courses I haven't even taken."
So, he's a nerd at heart, but he then he somehow looks like that? Jeon Jeongguk sure is an enigma.
"No relationships, none at all?" Jimin asks, trying his hardest to not sound shocked. Jeongguk shakes his head. "You seem like a good catch, Jeongguk-ssi. That surprises me."
"No one's ever been interested in me."
"I find that hard to believe. It’s likely your nose has been buried in your books and you haven’t noticed anyone looking," Jimin teases because how could that be? He’s literally spent the last hour and a half or so ogling this same man that’s apparently never had a relationship before.
Jeongguk laughs, lips stretching into a wide grin. “Yeah, maybe…”
An abrupt thought crosses his mind.
Wait. Does that mean he's a—he can't ask him that, can he?
He usually has no issue being shameless, but even for him, it would be crude. But it’s too tempting, and he needs to know.
Before thinking anymore about how it could be a bad idea, he spits it out. "Are you a virgin, Jeongguk-ssi?"
Jeongguk turns bright red, somehow deeper than before. He doesn't even have to say anything for Jimin to know the answer.
"I-I, uh, yeah," he barely gets out. He's so red and blushy, and he wants to eat him up.
"Baby,” Jimin coos, voice dripping with sweetness, “it's nothing to be ashamed of, okay? Besides, there's an easy fix."
"What do you mean?” he asks quirking his eyebrow, seemingly a bit interested.
"Well, you’re teaching me, right? You've already taught me so much, isn’t it only fair that I repay you somehow? Let me teach you something for once, seonsaengnim.” Jimin places his hand on his lower thigh, squeezing it and testing the waters.
Jeongguk stares at his hand but doesn’t move to push him away. He’s so close to winning him over that he can almost taste it, or rather, taste him.
“I, um, I’m—”
“We’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. If you want to stop, we can.”
“What about your tests?” Jeongguk asks as if it’s his last-ditch effort and extremely close to giving in. “We need to study. That’s what I’m here for—he gestures between them—not for this.”
“We’ll study afterward, I promise! Besides, I can’t focus right now, remember?
"I, uh, okay, yeah, let’s do it. I wanna do it."
"Perfect."
Jimin takes that as an opening to move and sit on Jeongguk's lap. His ass is right on his crotch while his thighs encase his legs. This is likely the most he's ever been touched by someone and Jimin finds that thought extremely endearing and satisfying. Jimin will be the first to touch him, to defile him.
He wraps his arms around his neck and gets close to his face, their lips are only inches apart.
"Have you ever been kissed before, Jeongguk-ssi?" he says, licking his lips and staring at Jeongguk's. He rubs his ass gently on Jeongguk’s lap, a tease but nothing more.
“Yeah,” he pants. Already so sensitive and he’s barely touching him. “Once in high school, but it didn’t go anywhere, just a quick make-out session.”
Not completely innocent then.
"Mm, well, how ‘bout you show seonsaengnim your skills? So, I can grade you.” And so, the tables have turned, now Jimin’s the teacher.
Their lips touch, and he's gentle, not wanting to scare off Jeongguk.
He gives him a few innocent pecks, keeping his mouth on his lips, moving them against his. When he thinks Jeongguk is ready, he hesitantly slips his tongue out, begging to be let in. Jeongguk lets out a small gasp at the wet appendage poking at his mouth, and Jimin takes that as a chance to slip his tongue inside.
He tastes him, moving his tongue with Jeongguk's. Jeongguk tries to follow Jimin's lead, but he's slow, unpracticed, having only done this once before. Jimin can sense that Jeongguk’s trying too hard, trying to think everything through as if it’s some equation he can solve and get the right answer.
Jimin pulls back. "Don't think so hard, just do what feels good, okay? You don't have to be perfect at everything right away."
He nods his head and then Jimin's mouth is on him again, and it's better this time. Jeongguk isn't rushing and just moving with Jimin; he’s a quick study, already acing this part of their lesson.
They break apart, both taking in air, heaving a bit.
After a moment, Jimin says, “Eighty out of a hundred. Not bad”
Jeongguk’s eyes narrow the slightest, and he moves to kiss Jimin again, determined to get a perfect score.
He presses his hand against his chest, stopping Jeongguk’s movement. “Ah, hold on. Let’s move on to the next lesson for now, hm?
“Ok, Jimin-ssi.”
“What was that? What did you call me? Is that how you should address your teacher, Jeongguk-ssi?”
“I apologize, Park-seonsaengnim, it won’t happen again.”
Jimin lips tug up into a smirk, satisfied that Jeongguk’s going along with this little roleplay. "Good. Take your shirt off then."
He assists Jeongguk as they slip his shirt off and Jimin's eyes widen, he's surprisingly built for being a nerd. He eyes him, enjoying the way his upper chest slims down to a tiny and fit waist. So far, his body is god-like. He can't wait to unwrap the rest of him and see what's underneath his clothes.
"Do you work out?" he asks as he trails one hand over his chest, feeling his hard pecs. His other hand feels up his abs.
Jeongguk lets out a soft moan at the new touch, but eventually, he does answer his question. "A few times a week when I have time."
"Hmm,” he contemplates, “I think we're going to have a lot of fun."
He bends down and licks at one of Jeongguk's dark, perky nipples, causing Jeongguk's body to jerk at the touch.
"Sensitive, hm?" Jimin asks and Jeongguk nods.
Jimin continues licking on the sensitive bud of his nipple, then he mouths at it, sucking it until it's swollen in his mouth.
Jeongguk moans at Jimin's touch and tries to thrust his hips up to grind against Jimin's ass more. Jimin gives the other nipple the same treatment, receiving the same response from Jeongguk. He finds it adorable how he's so needy and receptive to Jimin teaching him about sex.
When he pulls away, he looks back at the pointed nipples and how they match with their puffy, reddened appearance.
“Do you want to continue?” Jimin asks, making sure to check in with him, considering that this is his first time. He doesn’t want to rush or force Jeongguk into doing something he’s not comfortable doing.
“Mm, yeah,” he breathes out, chest heaving a bit from the stimulation he’s undergone so far. Jimin can feel his hard cock thickening under his ass already. A sensitive virgin and a horny one at that. Jimin idly hopes he doesn’t come too fast and ruin the fun.
“Okay, baby. You wanna touch me now? How ‘bout I teach you how to finger me, okay?”
“Please,” Jeongguk whines, and his hips cant up needily, attempting to find the friction he so desperately wants.
“Patience, Jeongguk-ssi. Now be a good student and wait.”
“Yes, seonsaengnim. I’ll be good.” The way Jeongguk says that is so obedient, it makes Jimin want the tutor even more.
Jimin slips off Jeongguk’s lap to swiftly undress until his body is naked. He hops back onto Jeongguk’s lap, locking their lips in another passionate kiss.
As they kiss, Jimin’s hand trails to the cushion on the couch. He digs it under the cushion, searching for a necessary item for them to continue this any further.
Cold plastic meets his hand, and he grabs the tube. It seems as if his horny masturbation sessions have come in handy for this very moment.
Jimin pulls away from Jeongguk. “Found it,” he whispers against his lips, holding up the bottle of lube so that Jeongguk can see it.
Jeongguk’s eyes widen the slightest and Jimin smirks, handing it to the younger man. He takes it then Jimin flips around so that he’s kneeled on his lap and his ass is facing Jeongguk. His hands fall to the couch and he bends forward just the slightest to present his ass.
“I…fuck,” Jeongguk curses at what Jimin can only assume is a reaction to his ass. It is a nice ass after all.
“Open the lube and put a generous amount on one finger for now.” The cap opens and there’s a squirting noise as Jeongguk does as Jimin says. “Then put it in, start slow. You’ll know when you’re doing well, Jeongguk-ssi, I won’t be able to stop moaning.”
There’s a small sigh then a firm hand on one of his ass cheeks, spreading it and opening him up for Jeongguk. A hesitant finger circles his rim, spreading the lube around the wrinkled tissue.
It enters him and Jimin gasps at the sensation. It’s been a while since he’s even had time to properly masturbate, not to mention it’s been even longer since another person has been back there, let alone, fucking him.
Jeongguk moves slowly, just like Jimin had said, inching into him at a deliberate pace, seemingly concentrating and wanting to do well for his teacher. His finger stops moving once it can’t go any deeper, and he wiggles it a bit, getting a feel for it.
He crooks his finger the slightest, and it is pressing into his prostate a little. He must have underestimated how sensitive his own body is right now with his lack of having a sex life because the motion rips a sensual moan from his lips.
“Yeah, that’s it—Fuck, put another finger in,” he commands. His cock is beginning to swell between his thighs and God, he can’t wait until he gets fucked, it’s been too long.
Jeongguk’s finger leaves his hole for more lube then two fingers are once again at his rim, steadily entering him. This time it’s a tighter fit, but he forces himself to relax, making sure that his body takes the fingers as if they belong there inside him.
“So tight, seonsaengnim. Just for me, right?” Jeongguk teases, voice dripping with seduction. He turns his fingers, crooking them into his prostate, then presses his thumb to his perineum, digging into the flesh and making Jimin’s arousal skyrocket.
Without his permission, a whimper escapes his throat. He’s baffled for a second because Jeongguk’s supposed to be the blushing virgin, not him.
He composes himself, needing to get back his control. “Hurry up, Jeongguk-ssi. Another finger then I’m going to ride you.”
Jeongguk tenses at that and his nerves are almost palpable in the air.
“I mean, if you want me to, that is,” Jimin adds, not wanting Jeongguk to panic or feel overwhelmed.
“Yeah, I do, I do. It’s just, I guess I’m still a bit nervous. What if I suck? It’ll probably be the first thing I’ve ever failed at.”
Jimin reaches back and pulls Jeongguk’s fingers out of him then he turns back around to face him. Jeongguk’s face is scrunched up with worry, a small pout graces his lips, and he stops himself from outright cooing at him because he’s such a sweetheart, such a baby.
Jimin combs a hand through Jeongguk’s hair, attempting to comfort him, and the younger man closes his eyes, pressing into his hand and enjoying the action.
“No one’s good at everything right away, Jeongguk-ssi,” he starts, making sure to be honest with him, “but so far you’ve been doing so well, and even if you are bad, do you know what the best part is?”
“Hm?” His eyes open again to stare intently at Jimin.
“Practice makes perfect. So, we can keep fucking until we’re sure you’re an A+ student, m’kay?”
“Oh…okay, yeah, that sounds good.”
“Good. Now finish fingering me, so that we can really start the fun.”
Jeongguk agrees, adding more lube to his fingers and slithering his hand back to his backside. He inserts three fingers this time, stretching him wide and readying him for Jeongguk’s cock. Then without Jimin’s instruction, he goes ahead and starts to fuck him with his fingers.
He pulls them out then thrusts them inside again then again and again.
Jimin moans, his hand hurries downward to grasp his hard cock. It’s wet with precum and hot as he thrusts into his fist along with Jeongguk’s fingers fucking into him. Jimin enjoys the sensations for a moment, but impatience gets the best of him, having been impatient since he was listening to Jeongguk earlier when they were “studying”.
“Fuck, enough. I wanna fuck myself on your cock now,” Jimin groans. It almost comes out as a growl with how needy he is.
Everything moves twice as fast, Jeongguk’s fingers are removed then Jimin assists Jeongguk as he undresses the rest of the way, revealing his perfect, thick cock and lower body to Jimin’s hungry eyes.
Jeongguk’s about to remove his glasses, but Jimin tells him that they’re sexy and that he wants him to keep them on while they fuck. Jeongguk flushes but mutters a small sound of agreement.
He’s now in his lap once again, and finally, skin is touching skin. Jeongguk's cock is now bumping against his ass where he’s hovering over him, ready to lower and fuck himself on the cock of his dreams.
And then everything comes crashing down.
“I don’t have any condoms,” Jimin says, voice almost a sob. He is not about to cry about not getting fucked, he isn’t.
“I’m clean,” Jeongguk murmurs, so quiet that he almost doesn’t hear it.
Jimin’s eyes widen, not expecting that Jeongguk would possibly want to continue without a condom. But maybe they can because he’s clean too.
“I’m clean, baby—haven’t even had time to think of fucking anyone in the last three months, at least until now, and my STD test after my last hookup was clean. It’s up to you, Jeongguk-ssi. If you don’t feel comfortable without condoms, I’ll be fine with it. Maybe we can fuck another time.” Jimin smiles brightly at him so that he knows there’s only truthfulness behind his words.
Jeongguk returns his smile. “I still want to. I trust you.”
He swallows the joyful whine that wants to escape from his lips and instead kisses Jeongguk, all while grabbing his cock to quickly lubricate it then slowly sinking down.
Jeongguk moans against his lips, and his hips thrust up a bit, not used to the feeling and needing to fuck into Jimin right away.
Jimin stops though, not letting him move yet. He needs a moment to get used to having his cock inside him; he’s bigger and much more fulfilling than his fingers were.
“You feel so good,” Jimin comments, giving the slightest roll of his hips to test it out. He presses his hands to Jeongguk’s chest, ready to support himself as he rides Jeongguk into oblivion.
“Fuck,” Jeongguk moans, his hands are clutching the couch in a death grip, pleasure taking control of his senses, “seonsaengnim, you feel so good, so hot, tight. Please…”
Feeling nice, Jimin lifts himself off Jeongguk’s cock then harshly comes down, making sure to get Jeongguk’s cock deep inside him again. He continues the same pattern, rolling his hips and fucking himself.
Jeongguk tries to meet his thrusts as well as he can, but he’s sloppy, unpracticed. It’s the effort that counts though, and Jimin might have to bump his grade up for that alone.
While he’s riding him, his mind is full of filth that he can’t keep to himself.
“Going to be my perfect student, Jeongguk-ssi?” he asks, out of breath from his continued movements. “Gonna let me fuck myself on your cock whenever I want, huh? You’ll be my favorite student,” he says as if he’s really a teacher who’s fucking his student.
Jeongguk whines, furiously nodding his head to agree with him. “Yeah, whenever. You can use my cock anytime you want, seonsaengnim. It’s yours.”
Jimin curses, “Fuck, I love the sound of that…could probably sit on your cock all day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” There’s another quick nod from Jeongguk. “I would too. I’d loved to be stuffed 24/7 by you.”
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Jeongguk groans and his hands grip his waist, helping him move with his body.
Their bodies continue to move together and it’s hot, both figuratively and physically. The heat from their bodies and exertion is causing Jeongguk’s glasses to fog up.
Somehow, it’s both sexy and cute at the same time. Jeongguk attempts to rip them off his head, but Jimin stops him.
“Don’t. They’re hot. I like it.”
Jeongguk leaves them on and Jimin watches as the glass lenses continue to fog up, evidence of their steamy fucking.
After that, Jimin continues to move and with each bounce, his cock bobs with his movements, hitting and rubbing against his belly, getting him closer to the edge.
He’s used to holding out for a long time before he comes, but with the way he’s riding Jeongguk and hitting his prostate every time as well as how long it’s been since his last fuck, his orgasm is quickly approaching. Jeongguk’s is too if his moaning and twitching body is an indication of his impending orgasm.
“Mm!” Jeongguk suddenly moans, “I’m gonna, fuck, gonna come, can’t last any longer.”
“Already?” he teases, “we’re gonna have to work on your stamina, baby, because this simply won’t do. How am I supposed to have my very own service top if you can’t even handle my ass?”
“I’m sorry, I’ll, uh, fuck, do better next time, I promise,” he says with a whine.
“You better. Go ahead, come whenever you want.”
And that’s all it takes for Jeongguk to hit the tipping point. He thrusts a few more times then halts, moaning seonsaengnim as he comes inside Jimin.
Jimin stops his bouncing, instead, reveling in the feeling of Jeongguk’s cum inside him. He’s always loved a good creampie, and no, he’s not talking about the pastry.
He jerks his cock, so that he can reach his orgasm as well, and after a few tugs, he’s coming. “Fuck!” he moans, his release splatters on Jeongguk’s chest, and Jimin allows the relief to rush through his body. His orgasm is so satisfying after so long without having sex with another person.
Jeongguk’s cock softens and slips out leaving only his cum inside Jimin, but even that begins to trickle out of him. He can feel the fluids leaking out and dripping down his thighs.
The feeling soon becomes sticky and uncomfortable, so Jimin leaves Jeongguk’s lap to get a wet washcloth. He returns with it and wipes both of their bodies down for now until they get a chance to shower.
He hops back onto the couch next to Jeongguk, letting out a loud satisfied sigh. They’re both still naked, but he’s hopeful that clothes will be unnecessary for the near future.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Jeongguk-ssi?” Jimin asks. He hopes that it was a comfortable experience for him. There’s nothing worse than a bad first time.
“It was great…was I okay, seonsaengnim?” Jeongguk’s question is quiet, unsure about the one skill he’s not experienced in.
Jimin scoots close to him and grabs one of his hands to hold it and comfort him. “I think you did amazing for it being your first time. A solid seventy out of a hundred,” Jimin says.
Jeongguk’s lips turn into a pout, clearly upset that he didn’t receive a better grade.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jimin says. “We’ll just have to practice more, hm? I think you have more to learn anyway, don’t you think, Jeongguk-ssi?”
“Seonsaengnim, I think there’s still lots I could learn from someone as experienced as you.”
Jimin grins. He’s definitely ready to show Jeongguk more as long as he’s ready to learn.
Their day continues after a short break, and Jimin gives Jeongguk another first, his first blow job. Jeongguk’s cock fills his mouth, stretching it so obscene that Jimin’s sure that the view alone is the main cause of Jeongguk’s orgasm when he comes into his mouth and Jimin swallows it all.
Afterward, they get a snack from the kitchen and take a small nap in Jimin’s bed then they’re back at it again, fucking, that is, not studying like he probably should be doing.
Jeongguk fucks him again, this time doggy-style. He comes again before Jimin does, but he makes up for it by eating him out and sucking all his cum out of his ass. It’s so fucking hot, he’s never been felched before, so it seems that Jeongguk is giving him some firsts as well.
Their fucking becomes a marathon of sorts, a sex marathon. Jimin shows Jeongguk a few other tricks, as well as continuing to practice his fucking skills and holding out on coming too soon so he can fuck Jimin longer.
It’s probably the most sex he’s had in one day, but after not having any for months it’s a gratifying experience that sates the flaming arousal in his body.
They’re finally done when it’s 10 in the evening, after one last fuck in the shower, and cleaning up their disgusting bodies after they’ve come again for the nth time today. Now they are truly spent and sore, having exhausted all their energy, leaving none for studying.
“I’m exhausted,” Jimin whines. They’re currently cuddling on Jimin’s bed, wearing just boxers.
Jimin is curled up against Jeongguk’s side, one of his hands is lazily drawing hearts and smiley faces on his skin with his finger.
“Jimin-ssi, we still have to study for your tests,” Jeongguk scolds, returning to his tutor persona instead of his sexier, needy sex-fiend one.
Jimin’s finger stops its motions then lays his hand flat on his midsection. He lets out a gentle hum in thought. “You really know how to take the fun out of this, don’t you, Jeon-seonsaengnim?” He adds the nickname back for two reasons. 1. To tease the younger and 2. Because he’s the one acting like the teacher now.
Jeongguk sighs as if it truly pains him to have to try to convince Jimin to study again. “I let you have your fun, but now we have to get you to pass these tests, remember?”
“Ugh! If you insist, I guess…” Although, perhaps he has one more desperate attempt in him. “It’s already so late though, can’t we start tomorrow? I swear I’ll be good. My hands, mouth, cock, and ass will not touch you at all. I swear.”
There’s a moment where Jeongguk is quiet, considering it.
“Fine, you win. Tomorrow then.” Jeongguk tries to remove himself from Jimin’s arms, but like a koala, Jimin is stuck to him. “I should get going though, it’s getting late.”
“Just stay,” Jimin grumbles, upset that Jeongguk is about to move away from his crushing cuddle positioning. “We can get an early start that way.”
“Is my seonsaengnim so needy for me, hm?” Jeongguk asks, stopping his attempt to move away from Jimin. He changes their positioning so that Jimin’s underneath him and he’s hovering from above.
Maybe he is a little needy, but there’s something special about this thing with Jeongguk. Although they’ve just met today, he wouldn’t mind seeing him again, maybe even for something more long term, like fuck buddies or perhaps boyfriends?
It’s dumb to think about. He doesn’t even know how Jeongguk feels about him. Realistically, Jeongguk’s merely a person who’s getting paid so that Jimin can pass his exams.
But the thought of there being something special between them is a nice fantasy to have.
“Mm, ‘course I’m needy for you,” Jimin replies.
Jeongguk’s response is to kiss him. It’s a breathtaking one, full of wonder and something more, like desire, except it’s not a heated sexual desire.
His mind may be playing tricks on him, but it’s more like the want for a connection as if he wants Jimin to be his.
He immediately throws the thought away because this is supposed to be fun, not a time for some angsty thoughts of pining over someone he hardly knows.
When Jeongguk’s lips finally slip away from his, they situate themselves for sleeping.
Jeongguk tells him that they’re going to wake up bright and early and study all day, and he mentions that Jimin’s not going to be charged for today because of the activities they engaged in, rather than studying like they were supposed to be doing.
Jimin’s glad for that, not wanting to pay however much money he accumulated from the day from fucking each other’s brains out.
His last thought before falling asleep is that he hopes that when this is all over, he either gets to date Jeongguk or at the very least, he passes his exams because he needs something good to come from all this.
They study the next day, and only at the end of the night when they’re done is when he can convince Jeongguk to fuck him again.
After that, they spend the next week together before his exams, mostly studying but sometimes fucking too.
During that time, they get closer to each other. Jeongguk drops the formal honorifics and begins calling him his hyung. They learn that they have some things in common, like their love of dancing and playing games.
It’s as if they’ve known each other forever by the time their last studying session is over, and a part of Jimin is sad that they won’t have these times together. Maybe if he’s lucky, they can still be friends at the very least, but he doesn’t want to assume anything.
Who knows if Jeongguk even likes him? Maybe he’s nice to all his customers because he is paying him after all.
He doesn’t waste any energy thinking about what will happen to them because his exams are overwhelmingly more important at this moment in time.
When it’s time to take his midterms, there are three days of them, two exams each day, and after he’s done, he honestly feels good about them. He has to wait for the grades to know for sure though.
And then a week later, his professors post his exam grades, and he instantly texts Jeongguk.
Jimin
I PASSED!!!
Jeongguk
Hyung, I’m so proud of you!! Holy shit, that’s amazing.
Jimin
😭 😭 😭
Thank you so much for tutoring me, Jeongguk-ah. I couldn’t have done it without you, seriously.
Jeongguk
You paid me to help you, but you’re the one that did it, hyung.
Jimin
Do you wanna celebrate with me? Nothing fancy and no bars. Let’s just go out for lunch or something?
Jeongguk
I’d love to.
Jimin
Tomorrow at 1. I’ll pick you up.
Jeongguk
Can’t wait, see you then!
When Jimin shows up at Jeongguk’s apartment door to pick him up for lunch the next day, as soon as Jeongguk sees him, he pulls him into a big, all-consuming hug, and then Jeongguk kisses him.
He squeaks a slight yelp of surprise when it happens, but he gets into it, allowing Jeongguk to control their movements. It strangely feels natural, and Jimin wants Jeongguk like this all the time.
Jeongguk eventually pulls away from him, blushing, and muttering out an apology.
“Please don’t apologize, Jeongguk-ah. I want this. Not just fuck buddies, I want to date you. If that’s something you want.”
Jeongguk smiles, bright and cute, and showing his bunny teeth. “God, hyung. You have no idea how much I want that.”
Jimin smiles back at him, and then he’s pulled into Jeongguk’s apartment.
They don’t make it to their lunch date, but they do make it to Jeongguk’s bed and celebrate that way. They have a celebratory fuck, and it’s even better than their sex before because now it’s the beginning of a new relationship.
And after their orgasms, they’re sated and cuddling while waiting for their takeaway delivery. Jimin thinks that he can get used to this, and he decides that almost failing out of university has had its benefits (more so than its negatives) because he wouldn’t have met Jeongguk otherwise, and he definitely wouldn’t be as happy as he is now.