My Nerd My Type || K.SJ.

3. Assignment (Pt. 3)

You're thinking too much. Especially now that his mouth is kissing across your fabric cladded breasts. Your nipples are hard already, visible even with your bra and tank top, and he takes one in his mouth, sucking through the material.

"Oh, God," you sigh when he moves to the next one. His hands are tightly gripping your waist, weighed you to the bed.

He pulls away again to see his damage. You do too. Two darkened spots sit where your nipples are.

"That looks ridiculous," you laugh. You hope it dries by the time you have to leave.

He watches you hesitantly, a hand sliding up your body for his finger to play with your top strap. "Can I... Can I pull it down?" You nod enthusiastically.

He does so quickly, your pink lace bra coming into show. You can tell he likes what he sees but he'd rather it be your bare breasts.

"This too?" He nudges the lace. You reply with an impatient squirm.

He likes your nipples. He goes to suck them like he had been doing over your top but you're too sensitive, so he slows down, swirling the buds in between his tongue before flicking them rapidly.

"Shit," you gasp, before whining his name. He looks up at you questioningly. "Seokjin, touch me."

You can't take much more. You're a mess, nipples hanging out of your bra flushed and wet.

There's an inferno between your legs, skirt ridden up, panties on show, pressing against his thigh to try and alleviate some of the pressure. You're two seconds away from flat out grinding against him.

"Please," you implore, grabbing one of his hands and lowering it down your stomach. His pupils widen and then he moves on his own accord, lifting under your skirt, bypassing your underwear to dip inside it.

Ever so gently his fingertips caress your folds, exploring you with a timid curiosity. It feels so good after all this waiting.

"You're so wet," he murmurs, voice a little croaky.

You are. You can hear it as he brushes up and down. Your hips jerk when he unintentionally finds your clit. He freezes, slowly repeating the motion.

"Like this?" He wonders.

You nod again, kinda lost for words right now. He zones in using a circular motion, pleasure tingling your toes. Your opening clenches though, a little desperate for more of him.

"You can..." You stop yourself, unsure how to word it without sounding crude. "You can put your fingers inside of me too."

He swallows almost comically but slowly slides a finger to your entrance. He's hesitant when he pushes inside, unsure what to do to make you feel good. You rock your hips into his hand to show him, giving him the motion to follow.

"Okay?" He asks after a moment, finger following the curve of your walls as he strokes you into a boneless mess. "Is this fine?"

"Yeah," you smile lazily, sated from the buzz.

He smiles back and looks between your legs, shifting on his knees as he sighs.

"Can I just..." He cuts himself off, removing his hand from your underwear to tug them off. Down the side of his bed. "Getting rid of these stupid things." You giggle at his determined attitude.

Which all turns to shit when you spread your legs and reveal your centre to him. "Oh, Christ," he awes, jaw slack.

His thumb finds your clit this time, rubbing little figure eights and you moan in shock when he pushes two fingers inside you. He moans back, looking up at you before crawling up your body, finding your mouth.

Either your vigorous hip jerking helps, or he just really wants to make you feel good but soon enough he begins thrusting his digits in you. Your moans encouraging him to continue.

He kisses you messily, probably having trouble doing two things at once, but you don't care. You kiss him back just as disorderly, hands running all over his back. If only you could get him out of his clothes.

His pace gets a little messy as well after a few minutes. He keeps pulling away from your mouth to look down your body.

When you meet his eyes, he's out of breath, cheeks red, lenses of his glasses smudged. "God, I..." he almost whines, looking conflicted.

"What's wrong?" You demand, kind of worried.

He shakes his head. "I want to know- I want to know what you taste like." Your heart skips a beat, center clenching around his knuckles. "Will you let me?"

"Y-yeah," you stutter, leaning up on your elbows. "Yes!"

Okay, maybe you're coming off as too eager. But like you said, you don't mind being his experiment. You're having too much fun. Getting intimate has never felt so natural.

You watch as he scoots backwards on his knees, hunching over before he looks up your body. He shakes his head, getting back up to slide your skirt from your hips. "Take this."

You take the garment quickly, dropping it down the opposite side of the bed to your underwear. He wants to see up your body. That just gets you even hotter.

"I'm taking this shit off too," he exclaims, grabbing his glasses and throwing them to the pillow next to you.

You giggle but soon shut up as he gets back down, spreading your legs a little to fit his shoulders between them. You take initiative and fling them over the horizon.

He wastes no time. Placing a delicate kiss to your clitoris. He does so a second time. A third, and then you feel the warmth of the tip of his tongue against you.

You close your eyes, really wanting to watch him between your legs but would rather not put him off.

You wonder if you should help him out, give him pointers but it seems all that porn watching paid off. You'd tell him that if you weren't so speechless.

He works diligently and patiently at first finding out what you like. What each brush of his tongue does to you, and where to do it. He finds the sucking method gets you particularly rowdy. Always has. But not quite like this.

He latches on despite your hips wriggling about, one large hand flattening you to the bed no matter how hard you try to squirm. He uses the other to finger you again.

Quickly getting ahold of the multitasking life. He flicks his tongue as his lips stay suctioned around you, and embarrassingly or maybe not so, he gets you to cum soon after that.

You're loud. But he likes that. He's loud too as he hums into your heat, vigorously eating you out as you howl your cum chant.

You have visions of that time he ate cheesecake in front of you. Your mind had drifted to the ex-rated even then and now it definitely is. He eats pussy just as good as he eats desserts.

Amazing.

"Oh," you utter when he finally pulls away from you, intent on getting every last drop of your excess arousal.

"Fuck, Jin," you exclaim, running a hand through your hair as he kneels up. You're gob smacked.

Who's the virgin here?

He crawls back up your body, kissing your forehead quickly. The action is full of affection. You're flustered.

"We should be quiet," he murmurs. "My roommate is home."

Oops. "Sorry," you apologize. "Sorry, that was just so good."

He can't stop his smile. "It's okay. I forgot too. I hope he didn't hear us."

You're hardly listening which you feel guilty about. But you're still on a high and you're babbling, wanting him to know how amazing he is.

"You made me cum so good. With lips like that why am I surprised," you giggle breathlessly, ghosting over the stained pout with your fingertips.

He smiles again, this time a little shy, burying his face into your hand and soon enough your neck.