My Nerd My Type || K.SJ.

5. Assignment (Pt. 5)

You sink down, taking the tip and then the head. Seokjin watches wide eyed. Literally watching his dick disappear inside of you.

You slowly fuck yourself down on him, taking him inch by inch. Giving him a show because he needs to enjoy his first time. But mostly because he's so thick and long you're afraid you'll feel him in your guts.

He grips the sheets to the side of you the whole time, stomach muscles flexing with each movement from you.

"F-fuck," you huff when you finally fuck yourself all the way down, walls spasming around him.

"You okay?" He asks, visibly concerned, reaching to hold your hips.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You smile. "Just... your dick's a work out." He looks smug at that. "Enough about me," you rush, ignoring the burn in pelvis. "Just sit back and enjoy the feeling."

You push at his chest and he listens, sliding his hands to your thighs as he stares between your legs again. Where he ends and you begin or where you end and he begins. Either one sounds good.

"Ohh God," he mutters. His cheeks are flushed, tip of his nose shiny.

You want to fuck him slow. Make him realize what all the talk about sex is about. You want to make him feel as good as possible. You want to make him moan. You want to make him cum. You want him. You want it all.

You have him.

You hold onto his chest as you go, feeling it continue to flex underneath you.

"Seokjin," you moan, eyes half closed. "You feel so good inside of me."

He does. He grazes every nerve inside you, gets so deep he could hit your g-spot repeatedly with some speed but now's not the time for that. It's his time.

You lean frowned, kissing him chastely. "What do you feel like?"

"Amazing," he breathes, fingers digging into your thighs. "Soft. Warm... Wet."

You whine at that, glad he's having a good time, but also glad you're the one giving him the good time.

"You can touch me all you want," you tell him, noticing how impatient his limbs are. "I like it."

He listens, letting his hands roam your body. He goes for your hips first squeezing them tightly as you bob up and down his length, then your stomach, sitting closer so he can kiss you.

His fingers find your nipples, rolling the sensitive flesh between the pads and you give him a sweet moan in return. He likes that. Kiss turning hungry. That's when his hands find your ass.

The first time. He likes what he feels. He squeezes the cheeks tightly, the fingers on one hand dropping downwards to find the base of his dick. He feels himself entering and leaving you for a few moments, moaning loudly, almost purposefully.

"This is like my wildest dream come true," he confesses out of breath. His eyes are glassy. Drunk on the feeling.

You want to exclaim a really?! That makes you the happiest but the truth is you don't have enough mental capacity to do so right now. You can always talk later. You have so much you want to say.

"This is v-very unexpected for me," you manage to get out instead. Wanting to give him something at least.

He raises an eyebrow, looking worried. His hands hold your back now. "Bad unexpected?"

"Good unexpected," you correct, leaning forward to kiss him. "Like very good unexpected."

He grins into your mouth, holding you tightly. You're glad because you're getting tired now and if you grind a little in circles like you begin to do so right now, it feels just as good. For him too. He moans into your mouth.

"Can you see?" You giggle, remembering he still has his glasses off.

"This close, yes," he grins, cupping your face to look at you. "You're beautiful."

You smile bashfully, never quite feeling this exposed and vulnerable before but it just feels right. This all feels right.

You kiss him, grinding quicker, overcome with a sudden sensitivity, a sudden urge. You're able to use his pubic bone to get yourself off, wet noises between you as you stick to him.

You cum still attached to his mouth, pulsing around him, his hands now holding the back of your head, fingers weaved in your hair. It takes you a moment to realize he's speaking again, so punch drunk with your own pleasure as a panicked hand pushes at your hip.

"I'm g-going to a-again..." he blurts and you come back around immediately, pulling off him just as the first spurt of cum shoots out. It paints his stomach. Quickly followed by a few more, making a mess of his beautiful body.

"Oh, fuck," he exclaims, a little dazed. He gives you a goofy smile. "Okay, that went everywhere."

"It's fine," you laugh, reaching for a tissue now that you know where he keeps them.

He looks so good right now lying on his bed, dick softening against his stained stomach. You almost don't want to clean him up, but you're still all warm and tingly from your orgasm. He is too, and you want to cuddle.

Once you're done you aim for his trashcan. You miss.

"You cold?" he asks, not bothering to wait for an answer as he reaches for a blanket at the foot of his bed. "Here," he says, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"Thanks," you smile, immediately going to lie down to share it with him. He pauses when he feels you cuddle up to his arm, maybe in shock. But quickly he lifts it so you can snuggle against his armpit.

The blanket drapes over his crotch, and you run your fingers along his stomach. You do want to talk, but this feels so good. The silence is a perfect one, and then he ruins it...

"Give me 20 minutes and I can go again."

You laugh loudly in disbelief, lifting your head to look at him as if he's mad. "I don't want to kill you!"

He shrugs. "I wouldn't mind."

"I would!" you argue. You've only just had a piece of him. He gives you a lazy smile and it's almost crazy how seductive it is. You're broken.

"Okay," you say, rolling away to reach for your phone on the nightstand. He waits patiently but curiously as you bring up Google and begin typing. "While you're collecting yourself, choose one," you tell him once you're done, handing him the device.

He looks at the screen, eyes nearly bulging out of his head at the numerous different sex positions that greet him. He still scrolls though, back and fore until he settles on something to your surprise.

He rolls on his side, watching you fondly. "I kinda just want... I want to be the one in control."

He passes you back your cell and you eye the screen expectantly. You smile when you see the big lettering spell out 'missionary.'

"Fine by me," you tell him, stealing a kiss because you really can't help it.

He rolls on top of you, blanket forgotten. You don't really need it anyway. You have his body warmth, wrapping your arms around his middle to conserve it.

Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a note to remind Seokjin to thank Yoongi for that porn link.