⭑.ᐟ synopsis: you’re lucky to have your hot, smart boyfriend help you study for your calc test but what happens when you can’t focus and the only solution is him. a sweet motivation.
⭑.ᐟ content warnings: established couple, kissing, fingering, begging, edging, softdom! gunwook x needy!reader
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ you’re lying on your bed, half asleep and buried under a mess of calc notes when your phone buzzes.
gunwook: wanna hang out tonight?
you stare at the screen for a second before sighing and typing back.
you: unfortunately i can’t 😭 i need to lock in for math. i have a test on monday 💔
gunwook: wow... choosing calculus over me is crazy.
gunwook: i’m actually hurt rn.
you roll your eyes, but you can’t help and smile.
you: don’t be dramatic. i still wanna see you.. maybe we can study together?🥹
the typing bubbles appear right away.
gunwook: yes yes i can help in math 😏
gunwook: i’m kinda a pro, remember?
you snort, remembering how he bragged about acing the class last year.
you: we’ll see. i’m kind of a lost cause.
gunwook: good thing i like a challenge.
you press your lips together, trying not to smile too wide. he always knows exactly what to say.
a minute later, another text pops up.
gunwook: come over tomorrow. i’ll prepare snacks and equations.
you: not sure which one i’ll actually need more 😭
gunwook: both. obviously.
you laugh softly to yourself, tossing your pencil aside. no matter how stressed you are about the test, he always manages to make it feel less heavy.
and even though you told yourself you were gonna focus, you already know you’ll be at his place tomorrow.
the next day, you’re standing outside his house clutching onto your backpack like it’s your emotional support system, already 30 minutes late. god u hated calc. he opens the door before you can even knock twice, wearing that lazy grin that already makes you want to turn around and go home because you know you’re not getting any studying done.
“look who actually showed up,” he teases, leaning against the doorframe.
you roll your eyes. “im desperate but i never said i was dedicated”.
he laughs, stepping aside to let you in. his room smells faintly of laundry detergent and something sweet, the snacks he promised. there’s already a pile of them on his desk: chips, cookies, even some candy. all your favorites.
“see?” he says proudly, gesturing toward the spread. “premium tutoring service. snacks included.” you gave him a hearty smile to show your gratitude. it’s wasn’t long tho until reality hit, you had to study.
you drop your bag onto his chair and flop onto the carpet with a groan. “i hate calculus. like, with my whole soul.”
“yeah, you’ve made that clear,” he says, sitting down beside you and flipping through your notes. “what even is this handwriting? hieroglyphics?”
you swat his arm lightly. “don’t bully me im going through it.”
“i’m not bullying,” he says, grinning. “i’m motivating. there’s a difference.”
you give him a look. “you’re bribing me with snacks.”
“and it’s working,” he says, tossing you a pack of gummies.
you’re sitting cross legged on the floor with your notebook open, but the words and numbers have started to blur. gunwook’s voice is steady beside you patient explaining the same problem for the third time, but all you can think about is how close he’s sitting.
“see? you just take the derivative of this part,” he says, tapping the page lightly. “you don’t even have to overthink it.”
you nod, even though you’re not really listening. the sound of his voice is low and steady, making it hard to focus. you grip your pencil tighter, trying to get your brain back to calculus.
“y/n,” he says after a moment, tone softer now. “you’re not writing anything down.”
you blink, realizing you’ve just been staring at the same equation for a full minute. “sorry,” you mumble, fidgeting with the corner of your paper. “i’m just… tired, i think.”
he tilts his head, watching you carefully. “tired?” he repeats. “or distracted?”
your breath catches a little. “maybe both.”
he leans forward a bit, resting his elbow on his knee, eyes never leaving yours. “what’s wrong?”
you shake your head quickly. “nothing, i’m fine. i just—” you cut yourself off when his gaze flickers toward you again, calm and curious.
“you’re not fine,” he says quietly. “you haven’t looked at the paper in five minutes.”
you laugh weakly, just to break the tension than anything. “i’m just bad at math. told you i was a lost cause.”
he smiles faintly, but doesn’t look convinced. “no, this isn’t about math. i can tell.”
you try to look back down, but his voice keeps pulling your attention back. the way he says your name gently makes your pulse stutter.
“hey,” he says again, leaning a little closer. “what’s wrong?”
you swallow hard, eyes darting away. “nothing. i’m fine,” you whisper, though your voice sounds less convincing each time.
he studies you for another second, eyes soft but searching. “then why can’t you look at me?”
the question lingers in the air, quiet and heavy. you grip your pencil tighter, pretending to think, pretending to breathe normally but every second he’s watching you makes it harder to keep pretending at all.
after what you thought felt like an eternity, but realistically was prob 30 seconds. you reach out, your hand cupping his cheek, and pull him into a desperate kiss. his lips are soft and warm. he kisses you back, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer. you can feel his heartbeat steady against your chest.
“baby, what’s got you so worked up?” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and tempting. his hands are in your hair, tangling in the strands, holding you to him.
you whine softly, your body pressing against his as you rub your thighs together, seeking friction and relief. “stress... i don’t know,” you gasp, your voice breathy and needy. “but i need you. i need you badly.”
he pulls back slightly, a teasing smile playing on his lips. “is that so?” he asks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. “and what exactly do you need from me?
you whimper, your body aching with need. “you know what i need,” you whisper, your voice filled with longing. “please, i need you.”
he chuckles low with a seductive sound. “only if you answer this next problem correctly,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. he pulls out a piece of paper, a math problem written across it.
you look at it, your brow furrowing in concentration. “but... i’m bad at math,” you protest, you whine.
“come on, you can do it,” he encourages, his hands still roaming your body, distracting you. “just focus, baby. you’ve got this.”
you take a deep breath, trying to concentrate, but his touch is making it hard to think. you start to work through the problem, your pencil scratching against the paper. finally, you look up at him with a smile on your face. “done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.
he takes it, his eyes scanning the solution. a slow smile spreads across his face. “wrong,” he says, his voice a low growl. “try again.”
you whine in protest, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice breathy and desperate. “i need you.”
he leans in, his lips brushing against your cheek and his fingers tracing the edges of your panties. “you came here to learn, right baby?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. his eyes meet yours, dark with desire, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.
you nod desperately, your body pressing against his, seeking more. “yes,” you gasp. “please, i need to learn. i need you.”
he has a smirk plastered on his lips. “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. “let’s try that again, shall we?”
you take a deep breath as you rush to finish the problem before you start to feel the wetness stuck to your panties.“done,” you say, pushing the paper towards him.
he looks at your work mentally scanning to see if u got it right “good job”. you finally earned what you have been begging for.
you straddle him, your body pressing against his, seeking more. he groans, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you tighter against him. but instead of grinding, he pulls back, his hands moving to your thighs, spreading them wider.
“wow, i didn’t know studying could get someone so wet,” he says, his voice a low growl. his fingers trace the edge of your panties, teasing.
you whimper, your body aching with need. “touch me,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need you to touch me.”
he smiles, “you’ve been good so far, i guess i need to reward you,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge.
you gasp as his fingers find your most sensitive spot, circling. you start to move against his hand, chasing the pleasure, but he pulls back, keeping you on the brink.
“please,” you beg again, your body trembling with need. “i can’t take it. i need to come.”
he leans in, his breath hot against your ear. “soon, baby,” he promises, his fingers picking up speed, pushing you closer to the edge. “soon.”
you can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling in your belly, and you know you’re close, so close. but just as you’re about to tip over, he pulls back again, leaving you gasping and needy.
“not yet,” he says, his voice a low growl. “i want to hear you beg for it.”
you whimper, your body aching with need. “please,” you beg, your voice filled with desperation. “please, i need to come. i need you.”
he smiles, satisfied, “good girl,” he says, his fingers finally giving you what you need, pushing you over the edge. as you come undone, he holds you close. he slowly rubs your clit, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure, his lips brushing against your ear. “so needy, baby,” he murmurs, his voice filled with affection and desire.
“are you ready to learn now?” he asks softly, bringing you into a warm embrace. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚
