Jungwon
Boyfriend
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jungwon was the kind of guy people looked up to. top of his class, always had his hand raised with the right answers, stayed behind after school to help teachers like the perfect little student he was. respectful, kind, the literal blueprint of what every parent wanted their kid to be.
and he took pride in it too—always made sure his notes were organized, his assignments done early, and his average never dipped below 95. he liked being praised. liked the gold stars, the compliments, and the way people admired how smart and well-mannered he was.
what people didn’t know, however, was how he wrecked his girlfriend every night. wrecked was an understatement—he destroyed you. the second you were alone after a long day at school, he wasted no time taking full advantage of your proximity, desperate to release his pent-up need for you.
the sight of you in your uniform—skirt hiked up around your thighs, sleeves rolled up, and your front buttons left loose, just enough to tease him with the hint of your cleavage—made his cock twitch. even your messy bun—hair carelessly tied back, left your neck exposed in a way he couldn’t resist. it turned him on. badly.
and he took pride in it too—always made sure his notes were organized, his assignments done early, and his average never dipped below 95. he liked being praised. liked the gold stars, the compliments, and the way people admired how smart and well-mannered he was.
what people didn’t know, however, was how he wrecked his girlfriend every night. wrecked was an understatement—he destroyed you. the second you were alone after a long day at school, he wasted no time taking full advantage of your proximity, desperate to release his pent-up need for you.
the sight of you in your uniform—skirt hiked up around your thighs, sleeves rolled up, and your front buttons left loose, just enough to tease him with the hint of your cleavage—made his cock twitch. even your messy bun—hair carelessly tied back, left your neck exposed in a way he couldn’t resist. it turned him on. badly.
wonnie! f-fuck!you scream, his cock pounding into you, your skirt pushed up to your waist and your chest bare as he strips your uniform off you, your tits recoiling with every thrust. his hands are firm on your thighs, holding you in place as he slams into you, over and over.
so pretty when you’re dumb for me, fuck…he grunts, his hips snapping into yours