My Nerd My Type || K.SJ.

1. Assignment (Pt. 1)

"Hmfgh." Seokjin makes a sigh of pleasure slash discomfort under you. It's probably because he's sporting the hardest erection that you've ever felt. It's trapped in his slacks, pressed against your underwear as you grind on it in tight circles.

A peculiar predicament to be in for a Tuesday afternoon. It's definitely not a regular one anyway.

You've been a constant in Seokjin's bedroom a couple of days out of the week for a month now. Busy working on a very important class assignment worth 40% of your grade. You'd been paired up to complete it together, but this wasn't part of it.

Kim Seokjin had never been a guy you found yourself particularly giving any attention to until then. You knew him by class association but he had his friends and you had yours. They didn't really mix.

Seokjin was, for lack of a better word, a nerd, which doesn't bother you in the slightest. It just meant your lives rarely merged. Until a month ago, of course.

You soon found out he was insanely funny, a bit of a goofball who wasn't afraid to act an idiot in front of you and most shockingly to you, how incredibly attractive he was.

You'd never noticed how much his eyes sparkled, hidden by his glasses. The way they blinked slowly when he was concentrating or how beautiful his smile was! How cute his nose was! Especially when it wrinkled absentmindedly.

Your attraction to him came as a surprise, mainly because how hadn't you noticed how good looking he was before?!

Maybe it was the different colored sweater vests he chose to wear each day that were unappealing?

But anyway, you chose to ignore the draw to him. Nothing would ever really come of it. So what was the point?

At least you'd obtained a friendship through it, one you hoped lasted long after the class project even if it was just over social media or a short hello in passing.

But somewhere down the line, you think you began flirting with one another. You were definitely flirting with him anyway, unable to stop, it came naturally. Deluded maybe, it seemed he did the same.

He purposely joked around with you because he knew it made you giggle. He liked that sound. He told you numerous times.

He sat close on his bed where you'd long ago found yourself getting comfy, nudged you with his shoulders, leant in to view what you were working on, the scent of his cologne making you light headed in the best possible way.

He ordered your favorite takeout, offered to drive you home, text you random jokes that were without a doubt the shittiest to exist. But because it was him, you found them hilarious.

Everything he did made you smile. It was a little embarrassing. You were soon realizing Kim Seokjin was just your type.

And that's how it all accumulated, building up and up until there was nowhere for it to really go apart from this.

Here now.

You sat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, his around your middle as you made out heavily.

Well of course there were other ways it could've gone. You could have spoken clearly and obviously about the obvious flirtation between the two of you.

Perhaps shared a kiss, made plans to go on a date. But the air around you was too heavy, steam well and truly needing to be blown.

So here you are. The why and how absolutely hilarious.

Twenty minutes ago Seokjin had received a message from his friend, Yoongi. Your eyes were never supposed to see it but his phone was left unlocked by your side. Seokjin was distracted as he was writing his notes.

You were so shocked to see the blatant porn link light up the screen, your eyes had bulged and you'd blurted it out before you could stop yourself.

Seokjin had never moved so fast, lunging forward to grab the device, tops of his ears red. But it was too late.

Not that there was any need for embarrassment. You don't particularly know how it happened. How the teasing and jesting turned to kissing. But it did and neither of you were complaining.

"Put your hands on me," you murmur, lips sticky, grabbing one of his hands to lift under your tank top.

In the forefront of your mind you're hyper aware of one thing. Seokjin is a virgin. He wasn't particularly bashful to admit that when the topic of college dating life and parties arose weeks ago and you haven't really given it much thought since.

You know plenty of people who haven't had sex yet. It's just now is kinda a different story. You don't know where this is heading but it's getting harder to ignore his boner with each passing second.

His hand freezes around you, unsure how to continue. "Seokjin, they're just boobs. They won't bite." You giggle slightly, covering his hand with yours over the fabric of your top to press him down. "Squeeze them."

He obliges, reaching up to meet your lips again and soon you're kissing like you've never stopped. His other hand slips under too cupping the soft flesh, thumbs catching your hardened nipples before he's curiously toying with them.

That feels good and you moan sweetly, circling your crotch a little harder into his. He breaks away to eye you curiously.

"Do you like that?" To stress, he pinches the left nub slightly. You jerk, nodding your head. He looks ecstatic.

"God," you groan. "I want you." The pressure between your legs is getting a little difficult to ignore.

"You have me," he replies simply. Almost as if he's puzzled. Your belly does a little jump in excitement. He's giving you the go ahead, right? To take this further.

You drop your mouth to his ear the same time one of your hands slides to his crotch, cupping his erection. The fabric of his trousers is a little damp. Your doing. Whoops.

You feel him hold his breath. "Seokjinie, you're so hard." That does it. Has some type of effect on him. His much-needed breath hitching.

You've always found it cute how he refers to himself as the nickname online and you've always wondered how he'd react if someone else called him it.

Someone like you. You have your answer. Only it's a little heightened seeing as his dick is getting touched right now.

"Should I take care of it for you?" you ask, pulling back. His brown hair is tickling your nose as you go.

"Y-yeah," he nods, seemingly eager. "Yes, please."

You laugh a little. "There's no need to say please." He stays quiet, distracted with how you'll move next.

Your fingers brush over his fly front ever so carefully and he looks down, making something of a whimper when he sees the darkened spot where you've soaked him. You shrug a little shyly.

"The grinding made me a little wet." His eyes inadvertently drop to your skirt. He nibbles on his lower lip.

"Are you definitely sure about this?" You press, needing to absolutely make sure he wants this and wouldn't regret it ten minutes from now.

He nods resolutely. "If you stop now I'll actually spontaneously combust."