failed on purpose ⋆˚࿔ | 심재윤
pairings : nerd!jake x tutor!fem!reader
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (f receiving), hair pulling, manhandling, possessive dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, glasses kink (jake), semi-risky location (living room), giggly reader, aftercare
wc : ~1,6k
the doorbell rang and you opened the door to find jake standing there, backpack slung over one shoulder, wearing those black-rimmed glasses that made his sharp eyes look unfairly intelligent and hot at the same time. his hair was a little messy, that signature warm smile on his face like he hadn’t just bombed every science test this semester on purpose.
“hey tutor,” he said cheerfully, stepping inside before you could even say anything. “mom said you’re the best in school. everyone knows it. you’re like the science goddess around here.”
you closed the door, laughing a little. “jake, seriously? you failed three exams in a row? you’re one of the smartest guys in our year. what happened?”
he shrugged innocently, following you to the living room where you’d set up notebooks and textbooks on the coffee table. “guess i just need some personal lessons. from the very best.”
you sat down cross-legged on the floor, patting the spot next to you. he dropped down way closer than necessary, his knee brushing yours. the glasses kept sliding down his nose a bit and he kept pushing them up—god, it was distracting.
for the first twenty minutes it was actually normal. you explained chemical reactions, drew diagrams, asked him questions.
jake nodded along, asking smart follow-ups, but his eyes kept drifting to your lips, your legs, the way your shirt hugged your chest when you leaned over the book.
“okay, now balance this equation,” you said, sliding the paper to him.
he scribbled something completely wrong on purpose, grinning.
you sighed. “jake. come on. i know you know this.”
that’s when he put the pen down, turned to face you fully, and said it.
“i failed everything on purpose.”
you blinked. “what?”
“yeah. all the tests, the exams. i tanked them so my mom would freak out and force me to come here for tutoring. so i could finally be alone with you like this.”
your mouth fell open.
you shoved his shoulder, half laughing, half horrified. “are you serious?! jaeyun, you can’t just purposely mess up your entire grade! you could get kicked out of the program, lose your scholarship, not get your degree—all so you could sit here and… what? talk to me?”
he leaned in closer, that playful puppy smile turning into something darker, hungrier.
the glasses made him look even sharper. “i don’t think we will just talk, baby.”
your heart skipped.
you giggled nervously and tried to shove him back again, but he caught your wrist, pulling you toward him instead. “jake— this is crazy. you’re actually insane—”
“maybe,” he murmured, voice dropping low with that slight australian lilt that always got you. “but i’ve been thinking about you every single day. watching you help everyone else after school, all patient and smart and hot as hell. i wanted this. wanted you.”
before you could protest again he kissed you.
it started soft and teasing, but quickly turned deep, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, tongue slipping into your mouth like he’d been dying for it. you made a surprised little sound, still giggly, pushing weakly at his chest even as you kissed him back.
“we… we should study—” you mumbled against his lips, laughing breathlessly.
“fuck studying.” he pulled you onto his lap so you were straddling him right there on the living room floor.
his hands gripped your ass hard, grinding you down against the growing bulge in his pants. “been hard since i walked in. you have no idea how long i’ve wanted this.”
you squealed, shoving at his shoulders again but your hips rolled against him anyway. “jake! my parents could come home—”
“then we better be quick and quiet,” he whispered, nipping at your neck. he pushed your shirt up, hands sliding under to cup your tits, thumbs brushing your nipples until they hardened. “or not quiet. i don’t really care.”
he lifted you like you weighed nothing and laid you back on the carpet, glasses still on as he hovered over you. he yanked your shorts and panties down in one go, spreading your legs wide. “look at you. already so wet for me.”
“jake—” you giggled again, trying to close your legs out of embarrassment, but he held them open, lowering his head.
he pushed the glasses up his nose properly before licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy, sucking on your clit until your giggles turned into real moans.
“so fucking sweet,” he groaned against you, tongue fucking into you messily while two fingers slid inside, curling perfectly. you grabbed his hair, thighs shaking around his head.
he ate you out like he was starving, glasses fogging up a little, making filthy wet sounds that echoed in the room.
you came fast the first time, back arching, moaning his name as he kept licking you through it.
he didn’t give you much time to recover. jake sat up, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his cock.
thick, hard, leaking at the tip.
he stroked himself once, looking down at you with dark eyes behind those glasses.
“want you so bad,” he muttered, lining up and pushing inside in one deep thrust. you gasped at the stretch, walls clenching around him. he groaned loudly, hips snapping forward hard.
“fuck, so tight. been dreaming about this pussy.”
he fucked you rough right there on the floor, glasses sliding down his nose again as he pounded into you. every thrust was deep and punishing, the wet slap of skin loud and obscene. he grabbed your legs, folding you basically in half so he could hit even deeper.
“jake— oh my god—” you moaned, nails digging into his arms. he was relentless, hips snapping fast, balls slapping against you.
“yeah? feel good?” he panted, leaning down to bite your neck. “this what you wanted too? me failing everything just so i could come fuck you stupid on your living room floor?”
you laughed breathlessly between moans, still a little giggly even as he railed you. “you’re such an idiot—”
“your idiot.” he pulled out suddenly, flipped you onto your hands and knees, and slammed back in from behind.
one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise. the new angle made you cry out, his cock dragging against that perfect spot over and over.
“take it, baby. take every inch.” his thrusts got messier, harder, the carpet burning your knees but you didn’t care. he reached around to rub your clit, pushing you toward another orgasm.
“come on my cock again. wanna feel you squeezing me, yeah?”
you came hard the second time, pussy spasming around him, juices dripping down your thighs. jake groaned, pace faltering as he chased his own release.
“fuck—gonna fill you up. been saving this for you.”
he buried himself deep and came with a broken moan, hot thick ropes of cum flooding your pussy.
he kept shallowly thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper, some of it leaking out around his cock.
you both collapsed, panting. jake pulled out gently after a minute, watching with satisfaction as his cum dripped from your used hole. then the soft side came back instantly.
he gathered you into his arms, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips sweetly. “you okay?” he whispered, voice back to that warm puppy tone. he fixed his glasses and smiled at you.
you laughed softly, cuddling into his chest, still catching your breath. “you’re actually crazy, you know that? failing on purpose…”
“worth it.” he stroked your hair, holding you close. “i’ll fix my grades for real now. promise. but only if you keep tutoring me. privately.”
you shoved him playfully again, both of you laughing.
he cleaned you up carefully with tissues from his bag (he’d come prepared, the idiot), then pulled you onto the couch, wrapping you in a blanket and holding you against him.
“next time i’ll actually study first,” he murmured against your hair, kissing the top of your head. “then we can do this as a reward.”
you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest. “deal. but no more failing, sim jaeyun.”
“yes ma’am.” he grinned, pushing his glasses up again, looking stupidly cute and hot at the same time.
outside the window the afternoon sun was still bright, and somewhere in the house your phone buzzed with a text from his mom probably asking how the session was going.
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