I propped my elbows up on my desk. Fitting my face in my fist, eyes grazing over the words on the page opened up infront of me. No matter how many times I reread the same sentence, it still didn't register what the fuck any of it meant.
I sighed out a dramatic groan, tipping my head backwards, my arms dropping limp at my sides. "This isn't working. This is useless." I whined.
"Well, not with that attitude it's not." A voice chuckled from behind me, on my bed. I bent backwards slightly to see Jungkook laid on his stomach, highlighting what he thinks looks important in his own book.
"And studying isn't useless. You don't want to be jobless do you, sweets?" He chuckled, setting down his marker when he looked at me. My face red from hanging my head upside down. "I've said it once, and I'll say it again. Stripping is the only way to go."
The older rolled his eyes at that, lifting his body up from the laying position and gestured for me to go to him. I stood up straight away, making my way to my boyfriend. "As much as I'd love to see that, I think I'd prefer your stripping for my eyes only."
He backed himself up against the head board, making a perfect place for me to sit in his lap. Once I sat down and made myself comfortable, I wrapped my arms around his neck.
"You're too possessive kook." I joked, "you've got to loosen up a bit, imagine how experienced I'd be if that was my job. Imagine me doing that. Every. Single. Night." I started to tease him slightly, playing with the hairs at the back of his neck as I continued. "And then after that I'd come home to show off what I've learnt, just for you."
"But then, Imagine all those men stuffing bills in my panties left and right. All those men staring at my ass, staring at my tits, everything that belongs to you." I pushed further, seeing his eyes darken. He definitely wasn't expecting the conversation to go this way.
"Baby, that's the exact reason you're not doing that shit." He gripped my hips tightly, his voice low and gravely. "I don't like sharing what belongs to me, you know that, Sweets." One hand felt up my shirt, making its way up back while the other still had a bruising grip on my waist. "Yeah, but it's something that doesn't require any sort of schooling, any sort of stress. Something that would make me real happy."
"You wouldn't want to make your baby sad, would you?" I pouted deeply, pressing my body as close to his as physically possible. "You'd wanna make your princess the happiest, right?" I pressed, moving my face to his neck, mouthing at his sensitive skin.
"I would, but there are limits, Sweets." He tilted his head to the side to expose his neck to me and give me more room to work. He slid his hands down my body, moving down to rest on my ass. I started to grind down on his lap, working myself up along with the hands that pinched and kneaded my ass.
"Which is why-" he picked my up abruptly, startling me enough to let out a surprised squeal. I scrambled to grab onto him tightly to secure myself so I wouldn't fall. "What the f-"
"-you're going to finish studying, Sweets." He dropped me onto my desk chair again, smirking down at my confused and pouting face. "Can't have you doing any of what you just said, babe. You know that won't turn out well, once I'm finished with you." He winked, bending down to place a quick peck to my lips before he went back to his place on my bed, making himself comfortable and grabbing his marker, going back to highlighting.
I groaned loudly for the millionth time that night, "you're such a cockblock. You couldn't have let that go?" I complained, sinking from my chair onto the floor.
Jungkook let out a laugh at my misery, his eyes scrunching up and his bunny teeth showing. (How could he be such an angel yet a devil at the same time) "not this time, babe. I've let it slip too many times before. This time you've got to study for real." He paused what he was doing again to look straight into my eyes with a smirk when he said:
"And then, maybe you're get my cock later."
