The Tutor | nj

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"Come on, Seokjin, you can do this~" He whispered to himself as he lay in bed. His hand rested on his abdomen and he began to slowly push it down his body, but quickly pulled it back as his fingers brushed along the waistband of his underwear. He groaned, mentally slapping himself.

It had been a few days since Namjoon had given him the assignment of touching himself and Seokjin had yet to do it. Not that he hadn't tried, every night since then he had attempted to touch himself in any way, but always either chickened out or got too uncomfortable. The closest he had gotten to doing it was the night before when he'd successfully gotten his hand inside his underwear, but he'd removed it just a few seconds later without ever actually touching his penis.

"Come on, Seokjin~" He encouraged himself once again, determined to finally cross that line of pleasure. He pushed his hand back down in the same path again, but once again gave up before he reached his goal.

He sighed and picked up his phone that was lying next to him. He was planning to google ways to arouse yourself or something like that, possibly even checking out some of the links Taehyung had sent him (the boy had decided that after one night of watching porn together that one time, the two of them were now porn buddies so Taehyung had begged Jimin to get Seokjin's number from Yoongi so he could send him new porn on a regular basis, although Seokjin had yet to look at any of them), but his reflection on his phone screen caused him to pause. More specifically, the reflection of a lingering bruise at the base of his neck.

Yes, the hickey was still there, having lasted slightly longer than Namjoon had told him it would. This hadn't bothered Seokjin in the slightly. In fact, Seokjin was happy that the small mark was holding on. While he didn't necessarily want people to see the mark and infer what he had been doing in his spare time on the weekends, there was something about the fact that he had this mark, had this proof of what Namjoon had done to him, that made him feel amazing. Almost as amazing as he did when Namjoon had been creating the bruise.

Seokjin's eyes fell closed as he thought back on that night, memories playing so vividly in his mind as if he were actually there again. He even swore that he could actually feel Namjoon's lips on his neck, the soft pressure as he would kiss his skin, leaving that tingling sensation behind. Before Seokjin even realized it, his hand was sliding inside of his underwear and finally crossing a line he'd never crossed before. He lightly traced his fingers along his shaft, gasping quietly and shivering at the feeling. He was barely even doing anything yet, but it felt so good that Seokjin found himself questioning why he'd never done this before.

He stopped his gentle touches, opting to wrap his fingers fully around his member. He gave an experimental tug, his hips twitching at the feeling. He repeated the action slowly a few times until he got used to the feeling, at which point he began to stroke himself faster. The images in his head converted from memories of his nights with Namjoon to fantasies of the taller male. Some of the new actions running through his head he recognized from the porn he'd watched with Taehyung and Jimin. Others, he had no idea he even knew about some of these things, nor that he liked them. He must have retained more information during the seminar than he'd realized, but he didn't ponder over that as all he could focus on was the feeling of his hand around his dick and how he was imagining it was Namjoon touching him that way.

He sped up his strokes even more, his stomach muscles tightening. He felt like he needed to pee, but the sensation was different, more intense. It didn't take much longer for him to cum, the sticky substance coating his hand and the inside of his underwear. His head was extremely light, making him feel like he was floating for what felt like hours, but was probably only seconds, maybe minutes, after his first ever orgasm.

When he felt somewhat normal again, he became fully aware of just how uncomfortable drying cum felt. He grimaced as he shifted in his bed, reaching out to grab the baby wipes he always kept on his bedside table as he loved snacking in his room. He cleaned his hand off as best he could with the baby wipes before standing up. He awkwardly waddled around his room, trying to ignore the sticky feeling in his underwear as he gathered clean clothes and towels to go take a shower. He stepped out of his room and froze at the sight of his roommate sitting on their couch with his laptop in his lap. "Yoongi?" Seokjin basically squeaked out the younger male's name, making him look up at him with a weird look. "You're still up?"

Yoongi nodded. "Jimin's sleeping and I needed to finish up a paper, so I came in here to finish it."

Seokjin nodded, somehow managing to keep his expression neutral as his mind raced. Did Yoongi know? Was he being obvious? Did he make any noises? Why couldn't he remember if he'd made noises or not? "Okay, well, I'm going to go take a shower now~" He rushed into the bathroom and threw his clothes off so he could jump in the shower.

After he was clean and fresh, he walked back to his room, all of his worries from before now gone. Yoongi was acting normal, so he must not have known what Seokjin had been doing in his bedroom. His mind was clear of any embarrassment for once. But that moment was short lived as soon as he reached out to open his bedroom door, he heard from behind him, "Oh, Namjoon, ah~" Seokjin whirled around to face Yoongi, face burning as he realized that he had in fact been making noises, and his roommate had in fact heard him. "You must have really enjoyed yourself there." Yoongi snickered, not even looking up from his laptop as he teased Seokjin. Seokjin just glared at him before rushing into his bedroom, mentally swearing to not speak to Yoongi for at least 24 hours to punish him.