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“Mark, I really have to pass this class,” you scrubbed your hand in your hair in frustration, trying to make sense of the words on the page, but your exhaustion made everything swirl together into one indecipherable mess.
“Don’t worry, Y/N, you’ll pass,” your best friend, Mark, reassured you for the hundredth time that day.
“And what if I don’t?”
Mark sat back in his seat and chuckled. “I mean you can always get my roommate, Jaehyun, to hack into the database and change your grades.”
Even though Mark was most likely joking, and probably didn’t think you’d ever consider it, you were indeed very much considering it.
“That’s a very tempting offer,” you tapped on your chin with your pen, deep in thought.
“Haha, Y/N, very funny,” Mark laughed nervously, watching you with concern. He suddenly slid his chair closer to you, sliding his book across the table so you could both see it. “Come on, I’ll help you out so you can do better.”
Despite Mark’s help, you did not, in fact, do better, and you were in serious danger of failing the class, putting your ability to graduate at risk. You’d done anything and everything in your power to hike your grades up, but nothing was working. Your last resort, the one you’d always kept in the back of your mind since Mark suggested it, was the hack.
“Hey, were you serious about your roommate being able to hack into the database to change grades?”
You were at your weekly study session with Mark, and at your question he looked up at you, eyebrows raised.
“Um, yeah? He’s done it before,” Mark shrugged. “You’re not seriously considering it though, are you?”
You had mulled it over, and had decided it was a risk worth taking. You had to graduate on time, otherwise you would lose the dream internship you had worked so hard to get. “Yeah, I am. What would he want from me though? Like would I have to pay him back somehow?”
Mark snickered into the back of his hand. “I’m sure he’ll find a way for you to repay him, he’s had a crush on you like, forever.”
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Taking a deep breath, you knocked resolutely on the door of Mark & Jaehyun’s dorm room. You knew Mark had a tutorial session so he wouldn’t be around, so it was the perfect time for you to talk to Jaehyun about changing your grades.
The door flew open, and you were met with the figure of Mark’s roommate, his hoodie open to reveal a Captain America shirt, the hood of it low over his forehead. He looked like a typical college frat boy, but for whatever reason you were mesmerized by him. You hadn’t officially met him, just random nods of the head at you while hunched over his computer when you came to pick up Mark for class. Rooted to your spot you stood there, an awkward moment of silence dragged out until he cleared his throat.
“Uh, Y/N,” he simply stated, and then smiled.
It was the smile that did you in, that dazzled you when you least expected it to, because when he did it, the cutest dimples came out in his cheeks.
“Hi, Jaehyun,” you finally stuttered, mentally slapping yourself for losing your mind over Mark’s roommate.
“Mark said you wanted to talk to me about something?” he finally offered, after you didn’t say anything more.
“Uh, yes! I did!” you took the opening, glad for it, and walked into the room, Jaehyun closing the door behind you. You looked around for a place to sit, realizing there was none amongst the piles of books and clothes and computer accessories that littered every usable space. You opted to remain standing then, while Jaehyun eyed you curiously.
“I need a huge favor, Mark mentioned you could do it and it was really my only option, I wouldn’t ask otherwise and put you in that position but I’ve really tried my best and now I might not graduate so I would really appreciate it if you could help me out.”
Jaehyun stared at you blankly, while you blinked a few times at him while processing what you just said. “What I mean is, can you change my grades?”
Comprehension finally dawned on his face, and he smiled somewhat sheepishly. “Um, yeah, I absolutely can, yeah for sure.” He’d pulled his hood down and you could swear you saw the tips of his ears turn red. Your heart did something funny in your chest at the sight of it.
“That’s great!” you exclaimed, clapping your hands together with glee, “I would really, really appreciate it! I’ll pay you back somehow, I’ll do anything!”
His eyes grew wide at your statement, and you hadn’t realized the implications of what you’d just said until he quickly sat in front of his computer, turning away from you and adjusting. You couldn’t help but smile even as the heat rushed to your face. With anyone else you would find the idea repulsive, but with Jeong Jaehyun, with his dancing eyes and endearing dimples, with his shy yet confident demeanor, you could definitely make an exception.
“Uh, okay, just give me a moment to get into the database…” his fingers flew over the keyboard as he did his thing, while you watched with unbridled awe. Coding and programming and computer science had never been your thing, but you always found it fascinating, and you couldn’t help but be impressed at how adept Jaehyun was at it. You watched his fingers dance along the keys, and you were suddenly struck by how nicely shaped they were, how his fingers and hands were just as beautiful as he was…
“I assume this is the class you want the grade changed in?” Jaehyun had turned to you, and you had to tear your eyes away from his fingers especially since your brain started to go where it shouldn’t.
“Uh, yes! That’s the one,” you nodded, embarrassed at having been caught staring, and worse, thinking about how his fingers would feel inside of you.
“Done,” he exclaimed, interrupting your thought process once again. You shook your head of your thoughts and looked at his screen, and saw that your GPA was at a more respectable level.
“Oh thank god!” you squealed in glee, “thank you, Jaehyun! Thank you so much!” You were so relieved that you hugged him unthinkingly, and didn’t realize it until you felt his hands settle on your waist, his touch like a jolt of electricity to your body. You pulled away reluctantly, sighing inwardly when his hands detached from your waist.
“Um, how can I repay you?” you asked somewhat awkwardly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Don’t worry about it,” he smiled, clearly endeared by your sudden shyness, “maybe buy me a coffee or something, sometime.”
The idea was a good one, coffee usually led to something else down the line, but you were impatient and didn’t want to wait, your proximity to Jeong Jaehyun was doing something to you, making you crave him right then and there.
“I was thinking I could repay you… now? Like, right here, right now…” You trailed your fingers up his arm, hoping he would get the hint, but you didn’t have to worry, because one look in his eyes and you knew he was thinking exactly what you were thinking.
“Yeah, um, I think that would work,” he said before clearing his throat and manspreading in his chair so that you could stand between his legs. His hands went back to your waist, while you ran your hands up his arms and along his shoulders. He looked up at you with eyes hooded, and you almost wanted to lick your lips at how delicious he looked.
“Y/N, I have a confession to make,” he started to say, as you leaned in and began kissing his neck, devouring the skin, pleased that he tasted just as good as he looked.
“What is it, Jaehyun?” you asked between kisses, relishing the soft moans that came out of his lips.
“I’ve had a thing for you, ever since you started coming by to pick up Mark for class,” his voice had gotten lower, raspier, the more he spoke and the more you sucked on his skin.
You smiled against his neck, Mark had told you about his little crush and you found it sweet that he was confessing to you now. “I know, I heard,” you whispered into his ear, and he shuddered, his grip on your waist tightening. “Is that why you agreed to change my grades for me?”
“I would do anything for you, Y/N,” he said with so much conviction in his eyes it made your heart clench in your chest. “And you don’t have to repay me… like this, or ever, if you don’t want to.”
He held you at arms’ length, wanting to make sure you knew and understood that he wasn’t expecting anything from you, but that just made you want him more. Instead you just dropped to your knees onto the floor, your hands going to the waistband of his pants. His eyes grew wide, before he put his hands on your arms, holding you there.
“Y/N, are you sure?” he asked, his eyes looking so deeply into yours you felt like you were swimming in his irises.
“I’m sure, Jaehyun,” you nodded, “I want you. Let me show you how much.”
You moved to unbutton his pants, and this time he didn’t stop you, but his eyes stayed on yours. You unzipped, tugging his pants and boxers down, his cock springing up against his abdomen. He groaned deep in his chest when you put your hands on it, and when you pumped it, sliding your hands along the smooth, velvety skin, he threw his head back, hands gripping the armrests of his chair.
“Your hands feel good,” he said, voice almost hoarse, and even that little bit of praise made your chest puff up with pride. You saw the precum beading at his tip, and you had the sudden urge to taste him, so you swiped your tongue along the slit and he groaned so sexily you felt your panties dampen instantly.
“Fuck, Y/N,” he cursed under his breath, his hands flying to your hair when you took his entire length into your mouth. He tasted so good to you, felt so good inside your mouth, it made you greedy for more. You sucked him off like he was your last meal, hollowing your cheeks out and bobbing up and down on his cock, making the most obscene slurping noises as his fingers threaded through your hair.
“Goddammit Y/N, you’re gonna make me come,” the raspy sound of his voice and the way he held your head against him almost made you come, and you dug your fingers into his thighs as you greedily swallowed every drop of his cum.
When he was done he pulled you off of him, pulling you onto his lap so that you were straddling him, and kissed you hard. His tongue in your mouth made you wet, and you couldn’t help but moan and grind your hips against his. Soon enough you felt him grow hard again underneath you, his hands tugging at your clothes to get them off.
“I want you, Y/N,” he murmured against your skin, kissing a line down your chest, along the slope of your breast, and finally taking your nipple into his mouth. Your back arched as he sucked, his eyes on you to watch your reaction.
“I want you too, Jaehyun,” you moaned, watching as he sucked and pinched and tugged on your nipples, fondling and caressing your breasts. “I want you inside me, right now.”
He stopped what he was doing, hooded eyes watching you, as he held your hips and positioned his cock at your entrance. You watched, wanting to see him enter you, and as he started to part you, you forced yourself to keep your eyes on his cock disappearing inside of you.
“Oh my god,” you moaned, finally throwing your head back as you sank lower onto his hard cock. “Jaehyun, you feel so good.”
He pressed more kisses to your chest as you sank down slowly, letting your body adjust to his size. You could feel him breathing heavily, and you knew you were as well, already panting as the pleasure started to overtake you. When you felt like he was all the way inside you, you stopped, taking a breather as he continued to kiss along your collarbone now.
“Take your time,” he said softly, trailing more kisses up your neck. When he reached your sweet spot you moaned, clenching involuntarily around him. “Ah fuck, Y/N, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that,” he groaned.
“Sorry,” you smiled cheekily, before you started building up a pace, rocking your hips against him as you found a groove.
“So sexy,” he murmured as he watched you ride him, your breasts bouncing with every thrust. He never believed in a million years he’d be in this position when he woke up that morning, but he definitely wasn’t complaining. Grabbing your hips he helped you along, and when your movements stuttered he started to thrust upwards.
“Oh fuck! Oh Jaehyun!” you screamed, the new angle and added force hitting you so deep and so hard it was making you grit your teeth with how fast your orgasm was starting to build up. “Right there! Just like that! Oh my god!”
You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he pounded you, distantly you were amazed and impressed by his stamina but that was superseded by the mind-blowing pleasure his dick was affording you at that very moment.
“Fuck, so good,” he muttered to himself, all concentration on how he was fucking up into your pussy, so tight and accommodating for him. He held your hips flush against him as he rutted into you, sweat starting to bead on his brow as he felt you starting to tense.
A strangled cry was all you could manage when you came, your body shuddering as the pleasure rippled through you. The walls of your pussy pulsed around him as you came, making him grunt deeply as he held off and continued to rail you. You sunk your fingernails into his shoulders, unable to contain the pleasurable feeling, wanting to live in it for as long as you could.
You didn’t have time to come down from your high though, because he was picking you up and bringing you to his bed, swiping off all of the paraphernalia that had obscured it, and laying you down on it, all the while still inside you. When you were flat on your back he picked up the pace again, hiking your legs up over his shoulders so he could hit you hard and deep.
“Can I come inside you?” he groaned against your neck, his hot breath sending shivers up and down your spine.
“Yes, please, yes, I’m on the pill,” you answered breathlessly, holding onto his shoulders as he started to spill inside you with a deep groan reverberating through his chest, making you whimper at the sound and feel of it. He twitched inside you a few times before he finally stopped, breathing heavily, falling to his elbows onto the bed, but still careful not to crush you with his weight. You started to card your fingers through his hair, and he sighed contentedly, his face buried in your neck.
“Mm, that was heavenly, Jaehyun,” you whispered into his ear, and you heard him chuckle.
“So I guess you were satisfied with my work?” he asked cheekily, leaning back to look at you. Brushing a strand of hair away from his face, you smiled.
“Mmhm, I’m so satisfied I might just come back for more.”