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You settled back in bed, eyeing the clock. Oh great, it was almost 4 o’clock… that meant that gangly tutor of yours would be coming over again soon…
Despite not being too bad in school, your parents and one of your professors (God, if only you knew which one… you’d do your damnedest to get them fired…!) still pushed you and hired a tutor - it was some guy your age from the same university who was apparently brilliant but short on funds. He was tall, with short, cool brown hair, golden skin, long fingers, and dark brown eyes that you had instinctively dubbed ‘Dragon Eyes’. He was polite and gentle, trying to coax you into doing the extra studying, but you stubbornly refused for the entirety of his first visit, spending the time allotted eating snacks and scrolling through social media on your phone. He had looked at you in such a way right before he left that had given you the ‘Dragon Eyes’ impression; his eyes rolled up from the page he had been trying to show you how to complete for the fourth time, his sharp intelligence gleaming with a hint of… disappointment? Genuine anger? Whatever it was, he was now the Dragon-Eyed Tutor and nothing else. You hadn’t even bothered to remember his name. Something with an ‘N’...
You scrolled through your phone, content knowing you were going to make this guy quit or get fired today. He was either going to quit because you were incorrigible, or get fired because he burst out yelling at you. You were fairly certain you could whip up some crocodile tears to help push the narrative if you needed to. On cue, you heard the front door. Distantly, your parents’ voices both started going, and a third voice, the deep voice of the Dragon-Eyed Tutor, all mumbled in the distance for a bit before you heard your mother’s voice.
“Sweetie! Your tutor is here! Get your work ready!” she called.
You sighed and shifted, spreading your legs wide as a way to dominate the room and scrolling more determinedly through your phone. “Okay,” you called back lazily.
Footsteps, steady and heavy, approached your room. Two pairs? Your mom shoved her head in the door.
“Hey, your dad and I are heading out for the company dinner meet,” she reminded you, and you felt your heart plummet. Oh shoot. Well, making him mad wasn’t going to work today…
“Oh, that was today?” you blurted out, eyes widening. Over your mom hovered the tall Dragon-Eyed Tutor, his eyes locked onto you. You slowly and unconsciously pulled your legs back together and sat more normally on your bed.
“Yeah, we’ll be out until late. Namjoon," right, that was his name, "is here to study with you so do you work like you’re supposed to, okay?”
You blinked. Had he tattled? Or was she implying—?
“Yes ma’am,” you sputtered, feeling your face warm. Dang it, mom…!
“Okie dokie, love you! Bye!” she gushed before vanishing out of the doorframe, leaving the Dragon-Eyed Tutor - Namjoon - behind.
“Good afternoon,” he said, moving in and setting the study materials out on your bed beside you, making you roll your eyes. “Are you going to uphold your promise and work today?” he asked, his low, smoky voice pleasant to your ears as he put on a pair of glasses. Damnit, he was cuter in the glasses...
“No,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “I don’t need to study more. My grades are fine.”
“Well, maybe it’s not your grades that need fixing, but something else?” the Dragon— Namjoon offered, sitting beside you and opening a textbook, motioning for you to get your notebook. You groaned and made a big deal of rolling your eyes this time.
“Oh, what, are you gonna say my work ethic needs fixing? My speech or grammar? You don’t even know me,” you huffed as you glared at him defiantly. Distantly, you hear the front door close and the car start. The rumbling engine fades and you’re both alone. “I’m a grown-ass woman and I can live my own life by now.”
Namjoon’s elegant eyes narrowed slightly and you see his jaw shift. Was he biting his tongue to keep himself from verbally tearing into you? Okay, time to switch tactics - after all, anger won’t get you want you want with your parents gone. You sighed heavily and relaxed your face, letting your arms fall.
“Look man, I know you’re really smart. But so am I. I don’t need help with school. But you need this job, right?” you said slowly, making sure each word that left you had impact. “You can keep the job and the pay. You can get even better pay, and if you work with me here, you won’t even have to ACTUALLY work with me.”
He was silent, sitting stock still and staring at you intensely. No counters, so maybe he was just listening cautiously? You continued.
“Here’s the deal. I don’t need help but you need work. You come over, let me chill and do my own thing and you rest and do your own thing too, I tell my parents you’re the best tutor in the world and that I need another hour a day with you, they’ll give you more money and you get paid major bucks for spending three hours over here relaxing.”
You smiled sweetly, tilting your head in the hopes that your cuteness might drag him to the dark side with you.
Instead of what you thought he might do, like looking away in thought or immediately agreeing to such a great deal, he simply stared at you, slowly making you uncomfortable. Your smile fell and you shifted nervously, picking at the bottom hem of your oversized t-shirt.
“Um… Namjoon, right? Are… are you ok—“
“You really think I’d accept this?” he asked, brows knitted together gently. “I’m an educator, not a conman.”
“It’s not a con, it’s just—“
“See, this is what I was hired for in the first place.”
You froze, seeing him stand and move close, much too close, close enough you could smell his natural scent and his soap pleasantly mixed and warm. Your head went fuzzy.
“Wh-What?”
“You’re smart. Obviously. But you put all of your smarts in the wrong places,” he sighed, his breath washing warmly over your neck. You shivered. “You work so hard so you don’t have to work. You come up with complex plans to get through loopholes instead of just doing the work that’s easy for you and getting the time off you want in the first place. It’s not your grades that need fixing, but your attitude.”
You swallowed thickly but felt heat rush to your face. How dare he say such things! He doesn’t even know you!
“You be quiet, you have no idea what you’re talking about!” you barked back, eyes wide as you leaned away from him. “You’ve known me for all of three hours!”
“But your professors and parents have known you much longer and showed me and told me all of the things you do. You can’t get a degree on a technicality, honey.”
You felt blood rush your face in embarrassment and anger.
“You’re too close,” is what you managed to say, trembling. “Back off.”
“No,” Namjoon said softly, his husky voice right in your ear. “You need to do your work, little miss.”
“I already told you, I’m a grown-ass woman!”
“Then work like you’re supposed to,” he countered.
There was a pause, heavy and tense, then suddenly your lips crashed onto his, your arms flung around his neck, and your back hit your mattress with a thump.
His lips were soft and warm, but dominating, forcing your mouth to open wider and accept his tongue. You groaned headily - he tasted like mint - and gasped when he caught your bottom lip in his teeth, pulling gently until it popped free.
“W-What just happened?” you asked, breathless.
“Are you going to do your work now?” he asked, and you blinked in shock. What did he just say?
“What?”
“Are you going to do your work now?” he repeated, a crooked little smirk curling onto his gorgeous lips, his Dragon Eyes boring into yours.
“I-I… huh? You just— we just kissed and you’re asking me THAT?”
“Yes. Are you?”
“No!” you sputtered, aghast. “You—“
He interrupted with another sudden, deep kiss, shifting up over you to lean his weight onto you, pushing you legs apart to rest between them. You moaned again, swept back up into the passion of his touch. Several more seconds ticked by, heat slowly pooling in your gut and settling between your legs. He pulled back again, smiling when he saw your face. Your lips were swollen and dark from the intensity of his kisses, your cheeks flushed, your eyes half-open with your pupils blown wide…
Beautiful.
“Will you do as I say now?” he purred softly.
“Y…”
You almost agreed… Did you want to agree? Do as he says…? No, no you don’t need a tutor… but you need him…
“W… will you kiss me more…?” you asked in a daze. A low, silky chuckle came from his chest as he leaned down to nuzzle your neck, right on the sensitive spot. You moaned much more loudly than you intended, quickly covering your mouth and blushing deeply.
“I’ll touch you however you want, beautiful,” Namjoon chuckled softly, nipping at that weak spot. You squeaked in response.
“Okay, okay, so please…!”
He leaned up to look into your eyes, those glorious, intimidating Dragon Eyes staring right through you.
“Please what, baby?”
“Please just fuck me…”
Within a few moments, he had gotten both of you up onto your bed, books knocked unceremoniously to the floor, and Namjoon was taking his time to get you worked up. Slow, languid kisses trailed down your neck as his long fingered hands slid up under your shirt to your breasts. His slim fingers slipped up under your bra, brushing gently against your hardening nipples. You gasped and twitched, toes curling.
“N-Namjoon…”
“Shhh, good girl. Help me get all this off you,” he instructed, pulling his hands back out to pull your oversized shirt off your body. You nodded and arched your back, unhooking your bra and tossing it aside, then you started to remove your shorts and panties, panting softly as you watched Namjoon began to strip above you. He was lean and muscular, golden skin catching the setting sunlight through the window and gleaming, his Dragon Eyes catching the light through his glasses, shining with hunger for you. You swallowed thickly, toes curling in anticipation.
“Baby, you’re already soaking, I can see you glistening from here,” he sneered, before leaning down, kissing his way down your chest, his hands still working to unfasten his jeans and toss them to the floor. His boxer-briefs followed suit, leaving him gloriously naked in front of you. For a nerd whose job was tutoring, he was… seriously fucking hot. How was anyone this hot?
He reached up and started to take off his glasses, and you jolted up, gently capturing his wrists.
“Wait, don’t…!” you protested softly.
“Oh, you like them?” he asked, earnestly shocked.
“Yeah,” you replied, shifting and pressing your bare chest to his, drawing a soft intake of breath from him. “I like the sexy nerd aesthetic.”
He laughed, squeaking a little as he gasped in air, making you smile until he suddenly grabbed you and pulled you directly to him, lips capturing yours again. You both fell back onto the mattress, Namjoon shifting you so he could settle between your legs and begin to rock his long, thick length against your lips. A moan tore from your throat, hips bucking up at his touch.
“Eager, aren’t we?” Namjoon asked breathlessly, hips still rocking into yours in steady, slow strokes. “Don’t think you’re getting out of your studies just because I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
“Nnngh, Namjoon, shut up,” you countered with a whine.
“Ah-ah, do you want me or not?” he asked, pulling away.
“No, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you rapidly pleaded, sitting up and grabbing at his arms. “Please…!”
“Then be a good girl,” Namjoon huffed matter-of-factly, pinning you down by your wrists. “And call my name. I want you to never forget my name.”
“Yessir,” you babbled, head foggy with lust. “Yessir, ‘msorry…”
“Oh baby, you’re so cute when you’re needy… I want to see you like this every day, begging for my dick…” he purred, length still tortuously dragging through your folds, the slight friction on your sensitive bud sending warm tingles through your thighs and into your belly.
“Please, please give me your dick, Namjoon,” you begged, arching and wiggling, trying to coax him to your entrance.
“Not yet baby. I gotta make you cum first,” he replied easily, releasing your hands to open-mouth kiss his way down your body to your throbbing, aching core.
“Namjoon…”
“Shhhh, just feel this baby.”
His mouth hovers over your sex, breath warm and making your walls twitch with eagerness.
“Shit, you smell so good…” he sighed.
Suddenly, the heat of his mouth covered your core. You yelped, then groaned deeply and tangled your fingers into his short, soft hair as you let his tongue dance in your heat.
“Oh God, Namjoon…!”
His only response was a low growl, nearly inhuman, those Dragon Eyes rolling up like they did yesterday. Ah. It was that same light from yesterday, once again gleaming at you from those deep whiskey amber eyes… he wanted to tame you.
Make you obey.
And now you wanted to.
“Cum for me. Cum babygirl.”
“Yessir, y-yessir…!” you gasped, trying to obey. “I’m close…!”
He growled, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in circles, but what got you finally off was the feeling of his fingers entering your body, tapping forward to hit a sensitive spot inside you that you didn’t know existed. Just before you lost it, you lifted your head to look at him, looking directly into his eyes, and the tight heat coiled in your pelvis shattered. Your head slammed back against the mattress as a sharp cry ripped from your chest, hips bucking and legs trembling. You sobbed as Namjoon kept going, his mouth working your exhausted core until you yanked at his hair to try to get him off. He pulled back, licking his lips and making a bit of a show of swallowing.
“Delicious,” he said simply. You whimpered, hands fluttering up to run through your hair.
“Th-That… I-I’ve never…”
“I can tell,” he laughed, coming up over you. “Now it’s my turn though, babygirl.”
He grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting your hips and propping your rear up by placing you on your knees. His hand pushed at the back of your neck down, your face pressing onto your blankets. You felt him drag the head of his length through your folds, then to your entrance.
“Remember to breathe, babygirl,” he warned, before beginning to push in. You grunted and wheezed, hips wiggling slightly as your walls stretched tight around his length. “Breathe, baby.”
You nodded, focusing on breathing as he filled you so full, bumping your end as he bottomed out. You felt your core twitch around him, then you found and forced the muscles in your core to relax. You groaned as he ground his hips into you, sighing with pleasure.
“Oh, babygirl… that’s so good. You’re so tight…”
Without waiting, he began to thrust, starting with a few slow strokes before he sped up, strength increasing until it felt like he was knocking the air from your lungs with every blow to your bundle of nerves in the depths of your core.
“Namjoon!!” you wailed helplessly. You could feel your pleasure building again.
“God, this is… shit, baby, this is so good…” Namjoon gasped, exertion making his voice husky and rough, deeper than before. His grip tightened on the back of your neck. “So tight and hot…!”
You moaned, twisting and trying to lift a hand to your core. Namjoon was quick to catch you, pushing your hand down, but then bringing his hand around to your clit to rub tight circles.
“Gonna cum again, you little hornball? Ahaha, maybe all you really needed to get set straight was a good fucking?” he laughed breathlessly, voice breaking a little as he was clearly feeling his own climax fast approaching. You moaned helplessly in response, legs trembling. “Good girl, cum…!”
You break, sobbing and cumming again, this time accompanied by a rush of fluid. Namjoon moaned deeply.
“Oh my God, you squirted? Oh that’s sexy,” he gasped, still slamming mercilessly into you. “Now it’s my turn…”
He released your neck and clit to grip your hips with bruising force. His pelvic bone crashed into yours, but you hardly felt it - you’d gone numb and tingly from your release and could barely feel your legs. You groaned still, aware that you will definitely be sore by dinnertime. Namjoon gasped in sharply, quickly pulling out. You heard his hand stroking his length, your wetness adding the slick sounds to his strokes, then he released a long, rough moan. You felt hot, sticky droplets land across your back, and you let your limp body collapse into the blankets.
The bed shook as he landed next to you, breathing heavily.
“Good job baby,” he praised, shifting and leaning over to kiss your cheek.
You smiled blearily at him. “Thanks.”
“Now… as soon as we’re cleaned up, I’m going to put you right back to work,” he said with a smirk. “I’ve read you remember things better when you experience an emotional connection to them. Maybe I can properly train you into a good student using that secret weapon, mm?”
You looked up at him, making a face and poking his side.
“Your cock isn’t a weapon.”
“You sure? You looked pretty well speared on me.”
“Namjoon!!”
He laughed, and the best you could do was pout cutely. It worked though - he leaned in to kiss you.
"Don't pout. I'll get you a reward for doing your work like you should."
You blush and smile. "Okay... sir."
-End-