#hey nerd

You looked quickly, seeking out what you're looking for among the students gathering on the multi level steps and long tables that made up the lecture hall your class was held in. Students were getting their things situated, talking with each other or keeping to themselves. But none where the one you sought.

Sighing, you gave up your search and trudged to a seat; choosing a tier higher up today. You slid into your chair, pulled out your laptop, and started scrolling through your phone. You could have skipped this class today, but you came here for him. But that stupidly hot nerd boy was no where in sight. You even arrived closer to the start time. But no. Han Jisung wasn't in class today. Great. You got up out of bed early for no reason.

Someone lowered next to you, but you paid them no mind. Why bother when you knew it wasn't Jisung? He didn't feel like Jisung, or smell like his perfume. And the sound this male made clearing his throat wasn't anything like him either. So yeah...you ignored him. What's the point in interacting with someone else this early in the god forsaken morning?

"Well that's not something I get every day." Came a pleasant and attractive voice. He's amused to say the least.

You didn't placate him, continuing to scroll and ignore him. He sighed dramatically and leaned on his elbow while facing you.

"Really is rare that a female I happen to know is straight ignores me. My voice, my presence generally garner some attention. At least at first, if only out of curiosity."

Wait, you know this voice. It's familiar.

Peeking over, phone still held firmly in your grip, you clocked the man sitting beside you.

Hwang Hyunjin sat there, attractive as fuck, his expectant and waiting smile stretching wider the moment you looked over at him.

"Hi." He calmly and casually greeted.

You blinked a few times, then looked back at your screen.

"Not interested." You mumbled; and he dramatically clutched at his chest.

"Ugh, oh that hurts!" He feigned a wounded groan as he spoke, then chuckled and leaned forward to try to capture your eye again. "Actually I'm not here for me. Though I normally wouldn't be opposed to having some fun with you...Ji would kill me if I even pretended to be interested in you."

Ji? Jisung? That got your attention. Your phone was set down and forgotten a ridiculous and embarrassingly fast amount of time.

"What about Jisung?" You tried to sound calm. Like you didn't care that much. But the infamous fuckboy smiled a knowing smile anyway.

"He was up late working on an assignment, so he wasn't going to come in today. Made me drag my gorgeous ass out of bed though; and after fucking all. Night. Lon-"

"The point?" You briskly interrupted. In no way are you interested in hearing about his fuck life. Especially when the point is actually about Jisung. Or whatever. Like you care that much...

Hyunjin's smile turned teasing and he straightened up, shoving his hand in his pocket to pull out a tiny piece of paper.

"He said to give you this." He set the paper down next to your laptop and then sighed dramatically again. "Really, what he did was threatening on pain of compromising pictures being uploaded. He made me wake up this early to get this to you, or else. Cheeky bastard." He said the last bit affectionately, a soft, proud smile on his lips.

Trying to not rush this time, you slowly reached out and took the piece of paper in hand and opened it. A time and the name of a campus library was written on it.

"He said to tell you he looks forward to meeting up for more work on your project." The way Hyunjin said the word project made your eyes slip from the paper over to him, your eye twitching. He knew. Did Jisung tell him?

Hyunjin let out a light laugh, ruffling his long hair as he stretched out his long body.

"Relax honey. He wouldn't give me details. Too much of a gentleman or whatever. But it's easy to know when he gets laid."

"We didn't..." You started immediately, then trailed off. You didn't, but you did dosomething.

"Didn't?" The fuckboy's brow rose in surprise, then his face turned crestfallen. "Oh. He sure seemed ecstatic the past few days. Humming amd strumming his guitar like he had a good lay he wasn't going to stop thinking about any time soon. Huh."

Hyunjin's eyes squinted a moment as he leaned closer again.

"Hm." He tapped on the top of the table, and thankfully the sound was drowned out by the chatter around you. "You know, you really should give him a try. He's a great guy who will treat you right. I think you'd enjoy it. Maybe you even need it. You know...Let him fuck out that prissy, uptight-"

"Fuck off Hwang. It's none of your business." You sighed in mild annoyance.

He scoffed, but he was smiling all the same.

"The hell it isn't. He's my boy. And you, my dear, look in the way of needing a good fuck. I don't like pretty things like you going without real pleasure. And since you're not interested in me, and Ji would literally beat me if I tried...it's kinda my dupty to get the two of you fucking."

He beamed at you like he really was doing you a favor, and you scowled at him. Unfortunately he noticed the pink dusting your cheeks. His smile holding in place, eyes twinkling.

"Alright. I'll back off." He stretched and then got to his feet. Leaning down briefly, long enough to add, "For now." He chuckled as he straightened, and then started making his way behind your chair. He paused one more time, to lean on your other side. "But I advise to not keep either of you waiting for long. Or else..." He walked of on the 'or else' with a teasingly threatening sing song and you turned bright red as a majority of eyes looked your way.

After this exchange - and the periodic and frequent glances of curious students - it was hardly an easy task to focus on your class. You shoulda popped up after Hyunjin and left. No, no that'd make it look like something else. Scratch that. You shouldn't have gone to class in the first place! It would serve that fuckboy right, making him search around for you for nothing.

You let out an audible sigh and gazed at the paper you'd set by your phone. Although...he was only trying to help. He gave you a meet up time and place directly from Jisung. Perhaps you shouldn't be too hard on him.

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At the designated time and library, you weaved your way around, once again searching for Jisung. Your heart was in your throat as you sought him. But again he was no where to be found. So you slipped into an empty seat at a mostly empty table, and waited. You weren't early. You weren't late either, however. Maybe he got held up.

"Good, you're here." Jisung's relieved voice sounded behind you, and he was sitting before you could fully turn towards him.

The two of you locked eyes and he froze, his smile causing havoc on your brain and body.

"Hey, nerd." You greeted, lips twitching at the continued use of the name.

Jisung leaned on his arms on the table to look up at you from bellow, and your heart beat more wildly.

"Hey, pompom." He greeted back, voice dipping in volume as it deepened. Your heart was whiring away, trying to keep up with the jackhammering going on because of this; and your thighs subtly closed tighter at how hot and attractive everything is about him.

He reached out, fingers toying with yours. The ones holding the paper he'd sent to you. You've checked it fifteen times to make sure you'd gotten the correct time.

"I wasn't sure if you would show up. Not after Hyunjin's little interference." He sat up, letting air out of his lungs. "Ignore him, please. He means well. But he goes about things..." He trailed off and then made a tsking sound. "Well. He means well."

"It's for our project." You replied, as if it's the important and obvious thing. The reason you're here.

Jisung looked a touch sad at this. Like you minutely rejected him by saying that, and your heart squeezed.

"Just for our project?" He wanted clarification? Fuck.

Slowly you swallowed and licked thickly at your lips. Of course he clocked this and watched it all too intently.

"I..." You tried, then faded into silence.

The two of you stared for a long minute; then he sighed and started getting the things ready to work on your project together. No. This doesn't feel right. You can't let him think...But you have your pride...

Gazing at him, you could see he has his as well. Maybe you need to be a little bolder. But how can you? You're not used to this. Feeling the way he makes you feel.

"Let's get going on this. I'm sure you have plans after." He grumbled as he finished getting things in order. You weren't sure what to say. What must he be thinking? But it's not so simple to you.

For the next hour the two of you worked together on the joint project. Things feeling tense; with each moment rippling with potential. If only you'd just reach over and touch him the way you both want. Or maybe if you scooted closer and dipped your head onto his strong shoulders. But you chickened out repeatedly.

Occasionally the two of you would brush fingers. And every time you clenched at the memory of them doing such pleasurable things to you the other night. But you just couldn't find your courage. Not even when he leaned in, pointing something out; and then looked at your face. Those beautiful eyes flickering over your features before pausing to stare into your eyes. For half a second you thought he might take the initiative and lean in the rest of the way. But he didn't. Jisung had let out a nearly silent sigh as he looked away again. And your heart was the thing clenching this time.

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The rest of the day you replayed the entire hour in your mind. Over and over. Changing what you could have done differently. What you should have said instead. How you probably should have leaned in closer so he knew you want him to kiss you again.

By the time 11 pm rolled around, your thoughts were so loud they were driving you mad. So you did the one thing you knew would quiet them.

You took off like a rocket. Needing to get to the place you were determined to go to in order to make your overthinking stop. That's what you tell yourself, anyway. But there's no real lying to yourself, is there? You could pretend all you want. But you know what you want.

Taking a deep breath to steal yourself, you pause outside of a door in a place you thought you'd never be. Then let out a gust of air before rapping your knuckles on the door. You ignored the man peering out from the room adjacent, and knocked again.

"Han Jisung." More knocking. "Han Jisung, open this door." You've already humiliated yourself showing up at this frat house, asking which room is his. You may as well go the whole way with it and call him out.

At last the door slowly opened. His light was off, the hall light casting dim light onto his sleep messed hair, half awake expression...and illuminating the fact that he's entirely shirtless.

Your breath came in tiny, small gasps of silent inhales as your mind reeled. He looks this gorgeous half asleep and he's more fit than you thought? Your gaze roamed his muscular chest, down his toned body, and back up to his sleepy, confused gaze.

"Pompom. What are you doing here so late?" Fuck. His groggy voice. It's too hot. Your cheeks are already starting to burn at how attractive he looks, but now with the way he sounds?

"I uh..." You fluster, and he blinks at you rapidly as he tries to wake up and understand the situation better.

He squints a moment, then pushes the door he was still holding onto the rest of the way open to let you in his room.

"Come in." His voice is still gruff as he offeres, then turns to flick his light on.

Shuffling forward, you enter his room and tense up. Not from feeling uncomfortable. Well, not in that sense. But in the very real sense that everything smells so him, and you're overwhelmed with being in a place that's all him. Your vision starts to pound with your heartbeat now. He's inches away as he closes the door behind you. Shirtless. Waking up and more alert as the seconds tick on. And starting to realize this isn't some simple social call.

"Out with it, y/n." He calmly orders, then leans in, his hand on the doorframe next to the door and right beside your arm. "Why are you here so late? Tell me explicitly." His rough, deep voice drew out the last word, having chosen it on purpose.

Jisung stared you down, fully awake now, daring you to voice it aloud. The expectant and waiting gaze he fixed you with made your mouth run dry, but the walls of your pussy start fluttering.

"I...I'm not sure." Momentarily you really did forget what you were doing, but he didn't believe it, scoffing as he looked away.

"You came here to study? Of for a fuck?" He looked back at you on the word 'fuck', and gazed harder at your face, searching for any sign that he's right.

He observed you for a whole minute. Or at least it felt that long. And then he was moving. The hand on the door frame dropping to your waist to pull you in closer, while the other hand moved up to cup your jaw as he surged forward and kissed you soldily, but hotly on the mouth. When you didn't pull away, he pulled you even closer and angled to kiss you even better. His fingers gripping tighter as he opened his mouth to kiss more hotly at your lips.

Jisung's breath is hot and it's heavy as he kisses you. Pulling your hip into his for a wonderful moment. Then he releases you altogether...and steps away.

"Sorry if I read this wrong." He looked disgruntled as he backed away. His fingers carding his hair. You realize a little late that you'd barely done anything but stand there in surprise. You'd not recovered enough to let him know you want this.

"Jisung..." You begin, but his gaze cuts you off.

"You can't decide what you really want, can you?" He's hurt, and it cuts you like a knife. But he doesn't know your past. How men only use and dump you. You're not used to someone like him. It's just not that easy.

You take a step closer, but he goes over to his bed and sits on the edge. His gaze holds steadfast on your face while you walk over to his desk and set your purse down on it.

"Jisung. I need patience." You admit. Not knowing where the bold honesty is coming from. He hears this, and takes it in. Thinking seriously over this confession. Something alighted upon his face. An understanding flitting over his features before he concealed it so he didn't make you more uncomfortable.

You leaned back against his desk and it was silent for a while longer. Though, it was tensed with undercurrents of what this all means. You being here. Him kissing you. And what you just said.

"Do you really wanna be here?" He asked, trying to conceal how vulnerable he was feeling. But you caught it. "Or is this some...some way of proving something to yourself? Or are you confused and trying to figure things out?"

What exactly did he take you for? What kinds of women had he slept with that made him think he was only a stepping stone or for some sick sport? Surely he knows you're not like that? But then...you've been behaving in ways that confuse him. How was he supposed to know?

You would just have to show him. So you mustered up your courage again, and marched over to him. He stared up at you like this advance meant nothing he trusted. And you placed your hadns on his shoulders before surprise flittered across his beautiful face, staying in place as you kneeled on either side of his thighs.

"I want you, Han Jisung. Let me have you?" You utter, finger under his chin to make sure he was looking into your eyes as you spoke.

His eyes were wide but bright as the words clicked in his brain. His hands came up to your hips, just as you started to settle on his thighs. Your lips pressed to his while you contorted your body so you had more contact with him as you kissed him; and he held you hard against his body as he kissed you back eagerly.

"Y/n are you sure?" He asked when he briefly pulled back.

"Positive." You murmured against his lips before kissing him again.

This time he kissed you back messily, and you whimpered into his mouth as he pulled you directly onto his bulge. Your hands started to roam over his heated skin. Over his muscles and everywhere you could. Jisung moaned and sighed the entire time. Rubbing his hands deeply into your hips and waist, and eventually your ass. The two of you got lost in the kiss, and it turned more heated by the minute.

Eventually, he grunted as you ground down on his growing bulge, and his hands dug into your ass to grind you on him again. This time even harder.

"Fuck." He breathed, his breath shaky. He kissed you again, but this time his hands slipped up under your shirt in the back, unhooking your bra expertly.

Whimpering into his mouth, you help him get your bra off of you. And when he pulls it out from under your shirt, you groan louder at the friction it causes.

Jisung's smirk made you feel even more high on him and how he makes you feel. So it's easy for him to slip his hands back under your shirt and slide them up over your heaving breasts.

Both of you sigh and moan as he feels up and gropes at your chest. And then his mouth attatches to your neck as he teases your nipples in earnest now. He teases and plays with them until your practically writhing on him, grinding hard on his bulge and creating a wet spot there.

"Fuck I need this." You groan; your back arcing a moment later as he lifts your shirt up to pop your hard nipple into his mouth. "Fuck, Jisung, you make it feel so good." You groan, tipping your head back as you grip into his hair.

He smirks around your tit and licks at it before nipping it, making you gasp.

"Ji...sung!" You pant as his fingers wiggle between your bodies to tease your clit.

He chuckles an altogether way too attractive laugh as he rubs tight fast circles over your clothes clit.

"How do you want me tonight? Fingers? Mouth?"

It strikes you then. He said you could use him however you want. Was that because he's used to women using him the way you've been used by men?

"Actually." You purr, trying to not let him know how much it hurt to you know he thought you're only using him; getting to your feet to tug your shirt off and drop your skirt. You lean forward and tug on his sweatpants and his breath catches while his lashes flutter in disbelief and excitement.

"I want your cock in me. Need it." You continue, reaching out to squeeze teasingly at his hardening length.

Jisung swallows with effort and then lets out a slow release of air, trying to regulate himself.

"Fuck." He breathes again, and you giggle at how cute he is.

He lets you tug off his sweatpants, and your pleased that you were correct in guessing that it was all he had on when he opened the door for you earlier. He helps you out of your panties; his hands tight on your hips the next moment as he brings you back onto his lap.

The two of you make out for a while. Grinding and moaning. Until neither of you can take it any longer. You reach down and grip him, positioning him so you can push down on him. And as you sink all the way down on him, you both let out a joint sigh and groan together as you clench around him.

"Y/n, fuck you're so tight." He says with a strained voice, then groans as his head tips into the crease of your neck.

"I've not been with anyone in a while." You admit, and his head snaps up so he can stare into your eyes.

"Really? But...how, why?" He asks in stunned surprise.

You shrug it off, and he aceepts this as your only answer. Perhaps partly due to the fact that your warm walls are fluttering around him and squeezing him over and over.

He lets you kiss him again, answering even more gratefully now that he knows he's the first in a while to be allowed in you.

Jisung's hands start moving over your body again. Holding and gripping on occasion as you start to rock on him. Both of you are moaning louder and louder as you build up a slow, uncertain pace. You're not used to this either. A man letting you take control.

Before long you're bouncing on him, head falling back at how good he feels filling you up, stretching you. Your moans and his mingling around his soft whimpers. His lips attach back to a nipple and you rock on him for a while again, so you can enjoy both sensations. His mouth and the delicious pleasure of him burried deep and rubbing on your walls.

When it gets too much and you need more, he releases your nipple with a whimper as he pops off of it when you start bouncing again. He can't hardly take it now. His hands are all over you. His mouth wherever he can reach with it. Another minute of this, and then he's helping guide you up and down on him. Faster and harder until you forget where you are and get lost to the pleasure of him. He loves hearing you moaning for him. The way you hold him tighter the harder you're bounced on him.

Asyour r orgasm reaches it's peak and hits you, you wrap your arms around him tighter and hold on for dear life.

"Jisung!" You whimper. All of you that you could squeeze was squeezing him so tight.

"Oh god, you feel so good." He whines, holding you still against him just as tight.

It takes a minute to realize he hasn't cum yet. And as you pull back to stare at him in shock. Jisung greets you with a grin that makes your everything weaker for him.

"That's right, pompom. I have better stamina than you might think." He practically purrs, proud and preening as you gaze at him in awe. He winks at you, and then pulls you off of him, only to help you lay on his bed.

Jisung gets up over you, his eager hand sliding along your body while the other braces him up. When he settles on you, you pull him in for another heated kiss, tongues dancing together as he repositions himself.

"When you're ready." He murmures against your lips.

You answer by lifting your pelvis up around his, and he lets out a greatful groan while he pushes in.

He wastes no time now. Rolling his hips into yours as he starts a nice pace. Not too fast or too slow. Just right.

As your moans grow louder, he begins snapping his hips, fucking you that little bit harder, and your eyes roll back in your head.

"Jisung, Jisung! Yes, Jisung!" You shout, having completely lost it on the pleasure of him.

The soft warmth of his lips press back into your neck as he sighs into your supple skin. You're starting to clench around him again, and he's losing his focus. But it feels so so good all the same.

He whips and rolls his hips a few more times, and you cum hard around him, crying out his name. Jisung's body tenses a moment later as he reaches his own orgasm and spills his cum inside you.

Oops. At least you're on the pill. But this was highly risky all the same.

"Condum." You utter way too late, and he freezes before dipping into your body more.

"Fuck I knew it felt better than usual. I'm so sorry y/n. I'll be more careful. Ya know...If you let me again."

Your fingers grip into his hair and he whines. His tongue peeking out to lick at your neck before kissing on the same spot.

"I forgot too and it felt so good. Don't beat yourself up about it." He nodded into your neck and then inhaled your scent deeply.

"Thank you. For this. For letting me..."

As he trails off, your fingers run through his hair and then down the back of his neck.

"I should be thanking you. After all...I haven't had sex in a while, and not this good. So I have you and your persistence to thank for that...nerd." You said 'nerd' warmer than usual and he tensed in surprise before melting into you again.

"Any time...pompom." He teased back, his voice softer as well.

The two of you stayed that way for a while. But you really aren't comfortable sleeping in the same bed with a man. So you let him know you're going to go back to your dorm before getting up to dress.

"I can walk you back." He eagerly offers as you finish putting your skirt in place. But he drops the matter when you give a tiny shake of your head while smiling your appreciation for the offer.

"It's not far. And don't you have an earlier class tomorrow?" He let that pass by without touching more on it. The fact that you knew his schedule better than he realized.

"Yeah. Okay." He replied, then pulled you in for one more messy kiss.

"See you tomorrow?" His voice and eyebrows inflected upward; and you gave him a widening smile as you placed your hand on his chest. His heart was beating so hard. It made you feel wanted and appreciated.

"Yeah. See you then." You replied, then slipped into your shoes and then out of the door.

You got five feet before you heard a low whistle behind you.

Turning, you spotted Hyunjin leaning on his doorframe. Shirtless and wearing a smug grin on his handsome face.

"Enjoy yourself, honey?" He smuggly asked, apparently knowing the answer already.

You balked at him, unsure how to react at getting caught like this. He chuckled while shoving his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants.

"Told you he'd make it worth your time." He smiled more warmly at you now. Gaze softening in a way you're not sure you've ever seen on him. Perhaps there's more to this fuckboy the way there's more to your nerd.

"Baby." A whining voice came from behind him, hands slipping around him to pull him back against whoever she is. His gaze started smoldering and you quickly looked down at the floor, flushing. "Come back to bed. I want you." She continued in a pouty and playful way.

"Yeah, I'm coming. Believe me I'm cumming." He turned enough to say to his uh...visitor? Before turning back to you.

"Treat him good, okay?" He implored you. And you found yourself sharing an oddly tender exchange with Hyunjin. Awkward as it might also be, what with him shirtless and hands pulling him back into his room. But there it was.

And then he was gone. Playfully growling at his conquest as he closed the door while acting like he's stalker her like prey. A squeal came from the other side of the now closed door, and you turned quickly away to hurry to the stairs.

Well props to them for having their own kind of fun. You shrugged and decended down the stairs on your way back out of the frat house. Headed back to your dorm to sleep you are sure will be really good after your time with Jisung.