A/N: Shorter chap cause the next one is long yay

~Three Weeks Later~

FUCK FINALS

One thing that every college student collectively hates: finals. They're the dumbest thing in the world, and all yours are scheduled throughout next week. One week to study, that's it. Jimin's taking one today, the other four he has are next week pretty much the same time as yours.

Jimin's been reading that same stupid ass art textbook for the past two hours, eyes wide in panic as he memorizes every word. This poor boy might die from the stress if he isn't careful. The two of you are sitting in the library, you got him and you some smoothies (yours strawberry of course), but he only mumbled a 'thanks' and went right back to reading.

He's taking this harder than you are. Maybe because he's used to being a top student, or maybe because he's a sophomore so he knows how hard they are. Maybe that's why you're not as stressed as him. You're stressed as fuck, but not like 'oh my God I might die' stressed. You worry about him - he hasn't taken a break in two hours. He might get eye strain from that.

You look at him, the boy taking a sip from his smoothie before placing it down and leaning even closer to the textbook. "Min," you softly say, keeping your voice down since the library's so busy this time of year. When he doesn't answer, clearly too engrossed in the book, you sigh. "Chim," you say, a little louder. Again - no answer. You sigh, popping a piece of mint gum inside your mouth, chewing it as quietly as possible before placing your hand on the top of his book to finally get his attention. He looks up in alarm, "sorry am I mumbling to myself again?" This boy, what are you gonna do with him? "Why don't you try another method of studying rather than reading? That way it'll stick in your head more," you offer.

He raises a brow, "what do you suggest?" "Well, you and Tae made flashcards together, right?" Tae's a prospective acting student, so he also has to take the art history class Jimin has. They don't have it together, Tae has it at a different time, but it's still the same subject material.

"Okay, what about them?" You close your biology book, placing it in your messenger bag before looking at him. "I hear that if you spend too much time in one place, it'll clog your memory. So why don't we try walking down the nature preserve. Get some fresh air. I'll take your flashcards and quiz you while we're walking. Try something different." You know for a fact that he won't stop studying, but he needs to at least stretch, especially considering that he broke his leg a few months ago. He needs to keep it healthy.

"I don't see why not," he replies with a shrug. He reluctantly closes the book, you taking it from him and slipping it into your bag. "Stealing my book?" he teases, although there's still a hint of nervousness in his tone. You softly smile, "it'll be good for your health too. You don't want to get eyestrain and a headache in the middle of your final. What, you have an hour?" He nods. "Then we'll be quick. Come with me babe, take your smoothie or I'm taking you out."

He gulps, nodding rapidly before obeying. The two of you quickly leave the library, navigating down campus to the nature preserve. There's a few students sitting in the grass, textbooks open on their laps. "See? We're not the only ones. Now let's look at these flashcards. Oh - and here." You pull gum out of your pocket, handing a piece to him. "Ew I don't like mint gum." "Take it, you'll thank me later." He raises a brow, "huh?" "What, you've never heard the gum trick?" "There's a gum trick?" he asks. "I learned it in psych last year. If you're chewing gum while studying, then chew that same flavor of gum during your tests, it'll enhance your memory."

He looks at you, you looking back while preparing the flashcards. "Is that actually a thing or a myth?" You chuckle, "it's real. There's a scientific reason too. Happens in the hippocampus, right in the brain using neural connections. Your senses make the neurons express signals that go back to the same part of the brain as before, where the memory is stored. Say you chew this gum now, when you chew it again, the flavor reminds you of a specific memory. Neural connections."

Jimin blinks at you while you proudly smile. "Relational memory is what it's called," you explain. He stops you, you looking at him with concern. "What?" you question. "How the hell do you know that?" "Oh don't give me too much credit, I got that from Breaking Bad," you reply with a snort. "But still... impressive that you remember it."

You give him a smirk, pointing to the gum you're chewing. "Guess what I was chewing while watching the episode that explained all that?" His eyes widen, "no way..." "I knew you'd disagree so... I'm one step ahead of you Park." "My baby is a genius," he whispers, you clearing your throat as you take out the first flashcard.

"Something like that... and after I'm through with you, you'll be one too." You look at the first word, blinking rapidly at it. What the hell is this word? "Now... please, tell me what the fuck Chiaroscuro is."

~Two Weeks Later~

"I DID IT I DID IT!"

You laugh, kissing the top of his head, "I told you so." "I couldn't have done it without you babe, that gum trick actually worked," Jimin chimes, looking over his final scores online. He got all his exam grades back, you have all of yours except for one, so you're still nervous.

He senses your nervousness, turning to you, "baby you passed all your other ones with flying colors, you'll do the same with your last one. Which one is it?" "Intro to Sociology," you grumble, walking over and sitting down across from him. "And when do you find out?" "Should be today, but I haven't received any notifications yet," you reply with a huff, cutely pouting.

Jimin smirks, "you remember our agreement, right?" Oh great, 'the agreement'. Whoever did better overall on the finals gets to be completely dominant next time. You really, really want to win. Tying him down and taking control sounds like heaven after the amount of times he's railed you in the locker room this spring. It's like you're taking turns. During the fall he was dominant, during the winter you were, and now spring is him. It's safe to say you can't wait for summer.

"You look so cocky over there, really think you'll win?" "I'm winning so far," he teases with an amused smile. Pretty much you'll add up your final points and see who has the higher 'grade'. Since you both took five classes (which was a dumb decision - you don't need that many credits already) and all the finals have the same grading system, it works out perfectly.

"Okay but you have all five of your scores!" you hiss. "Even with four I was winning." "By like two points, don't get so cocky Mr. Park." "Oooh Mr. Park? Well, when I win I know what I'll be making you scream..." "Park Jimin!" you hiss. He simply smirks, "that too."

"Why am I dating you?" "You can say that all you want, but don't forget I always make you cum. Always." You blink at him, deciding to tease, "don't be so sure about that." He abruptly stands, walking over and picking you up. You yelp as he carries you over to the couch, placing you down and hovering over you.

"Want to test that theory sweetheart?" he whispers, glaring right through to your soul. Holy shit he practically made you cum with that look alone. Holy fucking shit what is the power that Park Jimin holds? You squeeze your thighs together, him noticing and chuckling.

"As you were saying?" he asks, leaning down and licking your ear, breathing right into it. "You're mine... I'm your only man... say it." Before you can continue, your phone dings, you yelping in shock. "Oh thank God a distraction to save me. That must be the exam scores Min." He pulls back but only slightly, his eyes meeting yours. "Tell me you belong to me, then I'll let you go." "I'll knee you in the balls. Big targets, don't test me." "Okay consider me turned off," he groans, rolling off you.

You snicker, hopping up and going to grab your phone. You take it off the table, humming to yourself as you turn it on. Okay, it was your test scores. Let's see shall we? You open it up, humming to yourself as you check. It's safe to say your jaw drops. "Holy shit... Min..."

He stays quiet as you smile. "I won... I got perfect marks, I won!" You bounce up and down excitedly, clapping your hands together. You turn to see him when once again, your jaw drops. "Well? Gonna come take your reward?" he asks, pulling his sweatpants down. He's sitting there shirtless, kicking his pants away.

"Oh my God," you mutter, dropping your phone back on the table and rushing over. You practically jump on his lap, your lips crashing together. The two of you go at it like fiends, you clawing at his bare shoulders while he gently thrusts his bulge against your pants. You softly moan at the sensation, desperate to get closer when a door creaking is heard.

You jump apart, snapping around to see Taehyung standing there. "Do you guys feel the need to always forget I'm here?" "Yes," you and Jimin reply in-sync. "Great, now you're even sharing a brain cell. This is wonderful. Alright lovebirds, I'm leaving." "To go to Jungkook I hope?" you question, waggling your brows at him.

Taehyung sighs, "I can never win, can I?" "Of course you can, with a boyfriend like Jungkook, you have to be winning, right?" Jimin inquires, raising a teasing brow. "Ugh, you're rubbing off on him too much L/N," Tae hisses, "now he's a Cupid just like you!" "What? I can't help it, my best friend's in loooove~" he sings out, Tae blinking.

"Anyway, enjoy uh... whatever this is. Jimin take off the boxers man it's not that hard." "Ha," he blankly replies, "I didn't know you wanted to see my dick." "I've seen it before." "Anyway," you interrupt, "Jimin and I are gonna have some hot sex with me in control since I won our little game."

You turn to him, batting your eyelashes at him innocently before looking back at Tae. "And you're going to go get railed by Jungkook. Right?" "I'm not a bot-" "Yes you are," you interrupt. "What? No I'm no-" "Yes you are," you cut off again, giving him an amused expression. "I'm not a bottom!" Tae manages to let out. "Neither is Jungkook. No offense Tae, but his muscles are bigger than Jimin's ass, I think he has you overpowered here." "Uh correction - nothing's bigger than my ass," Jimin throws in. "Sure. Anyway, have fun Tae Tae!" you tease, giving him a smile as he sighs and walks away.

"Bye guys, see you later!" Tae calls, taking his keys and opening the door. "Byyye!" you and Jimin chime in-sync. "Oh my God you're the same person," Tae mumbles, walking out. As soon as the door closes behind him, you turn back to Jimin just in time for his lips to meet your neck.

You gasp as he works, holding your waist and shooting his tongue out to pleasure you. "Mmm," he moans, pulling back for a moment. "I'm so proud of you baby... do you want to tie me down or can I eat you out for a job well done?" "Why not both?" you whisper-ask, placing your hands on his shoulders.

He chuckles, kissing your neck a couple more times before meeting your eyes. "You want me to taste you?" "Mhmm," you draw out, giving him a dirty look. "But don't get too cocky, remember who's in charge today," you add, him cutely nodding despite the tension in the room. "Right away ma'am."

And just like that, the day turns into a horny one...