**Title: The Late-Night Study Session**

I didn’t expect her to show up at my dorm so late. Jiyeon—this gorgeous Korean exchange student from my econ class—had texted me out of the blue asking if I could help her with the homework. I’d said yes, obviously, because who the hell says no to *her*?

She knocked on my door wearing an oversized hoodie and tight leggings that hugged her curves perfectly. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and she had that fresh-faced, no-makeup look that still made my dick twitch.

“Hey,” she said, stepping inside. “Sorry it’s so late.”

“Nah, I was up anyway,” I lied. I’d been half-asleep, but now my whole body was awake and hyper-aware of her.

We sat cross-legged on my bed with our books spread out, but within minutes, I caught her glancing at me—not the notes. She bit her lower lip, her knee brushing against mine.

“You’re not really here to study, are you?” I asked, smirking.

She laughed softly, then leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. “Maybe I just wanted an excuse to be alone with you.”

Fuck. I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap. She gasped as my hands slid under her hoodie, feeling the smooth skin of her back. Her lips met mine, hungry and wet, her tongue slipping into my mouth almost immediately.

I yanked her hoodie off, revealing a tight black tank top that barely held her tits in. I squeezed them through the fabric, feeling her nipples harden under my fingers. She moaned, grinding her hips against my already-hard cock.

“Take this off,” I growled, tugging at her tank top. She lifted her arms, letting me strip her down to just her leggings. Her tits were perfect—perky, with small pink nipples that stiffened as I rolled them between my fingers.

I bent my head, sucking one into my mouth while my hand slid down her stomach, slipping under the waistband of her leggings. She was already soaking wet. I groaned against her skin as I rubbed my fingers over her pussy, feeling her clit swell under my touch.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I murmured.

Jiyeon whimpered, her hips bucking against my hand. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she admitted, breathless.

That was all I needed. I flipped her onto her back and pulled her leggings and panties down in one rough tug. Her pussy glistened, pink and swollen. I buried my face between her thighs without hesitation, licking a slow, wet stripe up her slit.

She cried out, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Oh my god—*right there*—”

I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue over it while sliding two fingers inside her. She clenched around me, her thighs shaking as I pumped my fingers in and out. Her moans got louder, more desperate, and I knew she was close.

“Come for me,” I ordered, looking up at her.

Her back arched off the bed as she came, her pussy pulsing around my fingers. I kept licking, fucking her through it until her legs trembled too much to stay open.

Before she could recover, I stood and stripped off my clothes. My cock was rock-hard, dripping pre-cum down the shaft. Jiyeon licked her lips, reaching for me.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered.

I climbed over her, guiding my cock to her entrance. She was still wet from her orgasm, and when I pushed inside, she gasped, her walls stretching around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, bottoming out in one slow thrust.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, digging her heels into my ass. “Move,” she begged.

I did—hard and fast, driving into her with deep, rough strokes. Her tits bounced with every thrust, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. She clawed at my back, her moans turning into high-pitched whimpers.

“You feel so fucking good,” I growled, pounding into her.

Jiyeon’s orgasm hit her suddenly—her whole body tensed, and she screamed as her pussy clamped down around my cock. The tightness pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her, cumming with a grunt, my hips jerking as I emptied into her.

We collapsed together, panting, sweaty and tangled in my sheets. She nuzzled against my chest with a satisfied sigh.

“So,” she murmured, tracing circles on my stomach, “should we *actually* study next time?”

I laughed. “Hell no.”