#nerd boy

✎♡ Pairing: Loser/Nerdy Husband!Seonghwa X female reader

✎♡ Warning: Smut with A LOT of flashbacks, might contain heavy topic that not all will agree (child exposure to sex, which is never ok in real life situation! Be mindful of your surrounding please!), porn addicted, poor plushie being lick and grind on, stealing panties, sniffing on used panties, dub con (the reader consent!), pervert, begging (from man n woman), pussy drunk, pussy worship, face in pussy, ALL ABOUT PUSSY ADDICTION

✎♡ A/N: I'm sorry for making yall wait 😭 Lot of things happened and I nearly give up the half way writing this fic cuz of my self doubt but here we are, HOORAY. Just, I'm sorry if there is a lot of grammar mistakes or confusing plots. I tried my best to keep everything smooth. Any comments or feedbacks will be appreciated, I LOVE BEING PRAISE🐇 Anyway, I'm thinking of doing part 2 for this but we'll see.

✎♡ Tag list: @sluttielily @taekritimin123 @lady-haitani @phesodain @shahruladhwaloml @sugarbabymingi

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✎♡ Word count: 4.4k

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“Seonghwa! Mmph–!” You throw your head on the soft pillow of your bed, writhing from the pleasure that your husband just gave. His head stay buried in your leaking cunt while greedily slurping all your juicy slick into his throat. “Angel..haa–fuck–yess give me more, baby” He moans in bliss as he continue to dive into your wet sloppy cunt. It's been a year now since you married him but not once he changed. Still hungry for the sweet cunt of yours—every day, every night—since your college year.

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You still remember how innocent Seonghwa was back then, the first time you met him. It was in your psychology class, where you were given a seat beside him. He, of course the quiet kid who didn't interact much unless he was spoken to. But he wasn’t ignore by anyone, he is just who he is. You might think that he’s introvert but in reality, he’s the opposite. Not too mention, he was one of the most popular football players in your college.

“Um, sorry, but can I borrow a sticky note—wait, no, can you lend me some? I forgot to bring mine. Sorry.” You dip your head a little in a guilty gesture from disturbing his focus, and let out an awkward chuckle.

His glasses slip down from the bridge of his nose, and the flustered expression on his face is so endearing that it makes you grin. His fingers tap a quick, nervous rhythm on the desk. “S-sticky note?” He asks, clearing his throat. “Sure” His hand quickly digs through his pencil case and just like that, the tiny paper squares are found. The conversation is short, a small exchange between you two for the first time.

The second time was when you asked him to help you carry the lecturer’s files. It wasn't intentional—those files were heavy as hell. Thesis, research, proposal—whatever. As if you give a damn, but since the lecturer asked, and being a good student you were, you agreed to it. On the way to the office, you met him. It was still clear in your mind when you saw him exit the library with the soft blush on his cheeks, pastel checkered cardigan, and his usual sling bag. Cute, right? Well, it is if you don’t know what he’s actually doing in there.

“Seonghwa! Hi–can you help me? Quick, quick, it's heavy!”

The weight of the files makes you lean against him for balance with your back pressed to his chest and your butt brushing against his crotch, but you are oblivious to it at that time, too focused on not dropping the files. A sharp breath escapes from his mouth while his hands snap to your hips. “I'm sorry! Didn't mean to. It's too heavy, I swear.” Still, you stay leaned against him because, honestly? He’s the only thing keeping you upright. You didn’t think much of it then, but looking back, that pink flush and the way he held his bag too close to his chest feel like clues. Your husband, in fact, wasn’t reading in the library after all.

Back then, you had no idea what he was hiding, but now? Now you know exactly why his hands shook and why his eyes couldn’t meet yours. The library wasn’t about books for Seonghwa—it was about you. Even before you were his, he was already addicted, sneaking off between shelves just to stroke himself to the thought of your smile, your voice, your body pressed against him.

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“Angel, your pussy’s all I ever wanted, I swear—fuck, I’d live down here if you let me.” Your husband moans against your folds, sloppy tongue never stopping.

“You don’t know how many nights in college I wanted to do this, how many times I—fuck—came thinking about this exact taste.” His words muffle against your glistening folds. His nose shoves so deep in them, smearing your slick all over his face like he wants to wear your pussy as cologne. Your hole continues to bless him with more juice. The sound of your pussy being licked and slurped is so obscene that it just makes you more aroused, and so does he.

You always thought—“Oh, he’s kinda nerd so I guess he prefers everything clean and neat.” —Well, he is but not with you. He wants you wrecked all the time. Painted white from his cum, trembling from how much he fucks you stupid. He makes sure that you don't have to lift a finger at home. Work? He’ll do it. Chores? He’ll handle it. All he wants is for you to keep those legs spread, dripping just for him. He’d die between your thighs with a smile on his face.

“You think I’m a clean freak, angel? Fuck no. I ruined my boxers so many times because of you I lost count.”

The memory of you bending over the library table is still fresh in his mind. At that time, you were having a study session with him. Oh, a simple group work and since you both were already sitting beside each other in class, so why not be partners in the group project?

“Ah, let me take it.” As you lean forward to grab the pile of reference books, you unintentionally raise your skirt, revealing your soft pink panties with a slight moisture hint, unbeknownst to you. Blood rushes to his dick from the sight that he needs to hide his boner with his sling bag. Seonghwa wants nothing but to pin you down on the flat surface and shove his face in your pussy to take a sniff of your scent down there.

“A little more,” you keep reaching for the books while his eyes are burning into your sweet, clothed pussy. The trace of your fat folds is clear on your panties, making him dizzy with the thought of parting and sniffing them. “Got it!” Your happy cheer brings him back from his fantasy. “Uh, oh, yes, the book…” You giggle innocently as you place the books in front of him while he pulls himself back together.

As time goes by, you two grew close. You would ask him anything about classes, texting even when it has nothing to do with studying, teasing him with your jokes. You love to see his smile, and he loves your pussy—oops.

“Hwa, wanna come over to my house? All we have left is just the conclusion, right? I think we can finish it off at my house.” The words spark something deep in him, like a door finally creaking open. “Sure.”

And just like that, he’s in your room with your body leaning against him as you read through the last page of your group proposal. “Hm, I think you already did great on the conclusion part, Hwa. Good job!” A giggle slips from your lips as your hand automatically pats his head. You can't help it, he's too cute. The small contact sends shivers down his spine. How can he not? When all he has been doing is imagining how your plushie smells—because, honestly, he’s sure as hell you put them between your thighs when you are sleeping. Or, how you moan when your towel brushes against your clit while you dry your body off.

“I’ll be right back real quick. You drink tea, right? Okay wait here.” With that, you left him alone in your room to go down to the kitchen to prepare him a drink.

As soon as your shadow disappears from the door, he scatters to your bed and presses his face flat on the sheets shamelessly. “Oh, fuck—she smells so divine” He grabs your poor innocent plushie and grinds against it with face still buried in your mattress. “Ah–ah–mmph—want it, your pussy, angel—mmm—” He ruts pathetically, desperately, while the evening continues with you blissfully oblivious to his taboo actions on your belongings.

That night, you wished him goodnight, thanking him for the evening you spent with and just went to sleep, smiling while him panting at the end of the line. What you didn't know—again—that he stole one of your panties, used from your laundry basket. Soft red lace, the pair you’d worn the night before and threw it into the basket this morning. Pressing the fabric on his tall nose, he inhales like his life depends on it. His sweatpants is already pooling on the floor along with his boxer as his fist works on his cock while he moans to your pussy scent. “Angel..” he gasps. “I need you—God, you’re divine down here—mmph” He drags his tongue along the soaked fabric, tasting the ghost of your pussy while groaning like you’re there in front of him.

A deep frustrated groan slips from his throat at the lack of friction from his hand, making him hard to concentrate on your 'pussy'. Seonghwa kicks away his pants before pulling a big dark blue container from under his bed. Fishing his hand around in the container, he sighs in relief when he finally found what he'd been looking for. A silicone pussy like sex toy—not even a full body, just a pair of plush thighs and a dripping cunt waiting for him. A torso, faceless and limbless, designed only for one thing, to spread open for him and take his cock. As he slides the toy onto his cock, he can't help but whine at the tightness of it.

“Fuck—angel, so tight—hnn—” Pushing the fake pussy flat on the floor, he continues to rut into it like a lunatic. Fucking the poor silicone toy relentlessly all while still inhaling your cute panties.

The room fills with his pants, lines of confession about how all he need is to taste your slick on the tip of his tongue. How he would do anything for the exchange of your perfect cunt. Funny, how the simple exchange conversation of lending some sticky notes back then can make him this frantic of your scent, body and feeling. "Angel, angel, angel—haa!—please—"

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Looking back at his early childhood, he was too young but fate always has a way of surprising us. 10 years old him—with a sky blue cap on his head that had a duck image glued on it, a shirt that was a little to big for his frame and his black slack—ran back home happily with a trophy from the school storytelling tournament that he managed to get first place in. It was already late, he usually spent the evening at his friend’s house while his parents were at work. The clock strike to 8 when he finally wished his friend goodbye and quickly when home.

"Bubye, Jisung-yah!" His high pitched voice rang as he bid the little farewell.

The short legs of his were quick to take him home. Maybe, because he was excited to tell his parents about his accomplishment? Yes, such a pure intention that was soon to be destroyed by fate. "I'm home! Omma! Appa!" The house is empty, dark hallway greeted him but he paid no mind as he ran to his parents' room. The door knob was already on his palm when he twisted it open, peeking through the small opening of the door.

“Ah!–Honey!–ah–” His eyes widened from the scene in front of him. The sound of his mother's voice rang high in the room as his eyes darted to his father's head that was buried in between his mother's legs. Was…his mother in pain..? His mother's hands tugged on Mr. Park's head, pushing deeper into her cunt. Slurp! Slurp! It was obscene but little Seonghwa couldn't pry his head elsewhere. The sight of his father tongue sliding up and down through his mother's plump folds were sight to be hold. How the folds jiggle after his father let go from his lips.

"Honey—mmph—you taste delicious down here. Need more—" Mr. Park moaned. His hands pushed his wife legs apart, spreading it more for him, not knowing he just gave his son full view of their intimacy moment.

Young Seonghwa stayed in front of the small opening, watching how greedy his fatherlicked and ate his mom out. He shouldn't—he knew that, but he couldn't bring himself to walk away. It was intoxicating, making his mouth ran dried. He craved that. After the incident, Seonghwa would always had his tongue on something, mimicking his father explicit action.

"Little—mmph—more" He whimpered between the plushie legs—the one he got from his mother on his birthday—licking it wet with his saliva. Of course, he wouldn't understand what the fuck he was doing but the urge was too much. He wanted to feel his tongue run on sweet folds he imagined. His parents never suspect a thing since to them, there was nothing weird about his behaviors. Study? Still on top of the class. Tournaments? He stayed active. Little did they know, he would sneak to their laundry room at night to get a sniff of how pussy supposed to smell and on his first time? He nearly went to heaven on how addictive it was to him.

At fourteen, he already had the access to the internet since his parents trusted him, believing it was only for study purposes. At first, he really did use it to find information for his revision, but as time went on, his focus was pulled away by his own curiosity.

Vagina. Licking. It was all started with ‘innocent’ words—feeding the simple keywords into the browser like confessions, before he spiraled deeper into his obsession. Ogling on a simple drawing of cunt in a science textbook was his first. Searching and clicking through websites was never difficult for him. It didn't take long for him to slip down the rabbit hole of tabs.

He would make sure to delete his web history every time he went to bed, though his parents never check it. Can't leave a trace, right?

By sixteen, with the teenage hormones surging, his fixation only grew stronger. With the experience on his side, he became sharper at finding exactly what he wanted and soon built a stash of toys that he managed to hide away from prying eyes. But how? When some company would asked for contact information to make sure there aren’t minors lurking around to have such toys before they reach certain age, but it was never the problem for him. “Park…” Seonghwa muttered as he key in his father information into the payment details. How about the email! It’s his. He was just using his father name. To add more, he usually ordered from a discreet company that will help you cover your information when they shipped your package.

“Darling! Is this yours? Starhwa0403?” Mrs. Park’s voice called from the bottom of the stairs. “Yes, omma!” He hurried down, cheeks warm, and dipped his head when her hand came to pat his hair. No one knew. No one suspected a thing. Park Seonghwa—the star student among his peers—was also the most unhinged lunatic with the filthiest pussy fetish imaginable.

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“Seonghwa! What are you staring at?” Your gleeful tone drag him back to the reality with your hand rests on his thigh. It’s unintentional, just a habit of yours.

His breath stutters before he flashes you a gentle smile. Again, both of you are at your house—not to study but just a casual lounging. A date to be exact. It’s been a while, half of the year into your college since you know him, and since then, you two keep growing closer from the time being. You can’t help but falling for him. Just look at him, shy in his doing, polite in his talk, always ready to explain things to you and when his body presses against yours to teach you a certain topic that you're struggling, the butterflies in your stomach cheer. Not too mention the combo of his face and big brain. Tch—how can someone be so perfect—you thought.

“What do you usually do, Hwa?” You rest your head on his lap—that’s, intentional.

“I mean, beside studying? Do you have any hobby beside football? What do you usually watch when you are bored?” Oh, sweet summer child, if only you know. “Oh, I usually just play game—” “Game? What game?” You push yourself upright, leaning in until your face hovers just a breath away from his. The closeness crackles like static. His eyes tremble from the sudden closeness.

He wants nothing more than to shove his mouth and claim your lips in a wet sloppy kiss that would make you lost your breath. “U-uh animal crossing?”

“Oh! I heard about them! You owned a Nintendo? Damn, must be fun.” You slam your head back on his lap in defeat. “Is it fun? I want to try them but well, i don't have one yet hehe” The male can’t help but smile at your endearing giggle—Oh, he’s smitten.

“You should told me sooner, I will bring it on our next hangout.” Those words seem to pull your interest as your head sprint up to him again, “Really?! God, thank you Hwa. I love you~” The sentence slip from your mouth before you can even acknowledge it but you're too happy to care about it at the moment. However, it seem to affect him, leaving him breathless for a short amount of time. “Oh yeah! I want to show you the new plushie I got last Saturday—” But neither of those words reach him as his eyes burning on the full view of your ass bending in front of him as you try to reach your toy across the bed.

The sight of your soft pink panties, delicate and pure, almost painfully innocent, makes his pupils dilate with lust. Beneath the flimsy fabric lies his most prized possession, the treasure he’s been craving for so long. “Just a lick—” Seonghwa whispers, fighting the hunger roaring inside him. What he’s longed for is right there before him—begging to be tasted.

“I’d been eyeing this bear—Mmph!—” Your words were cut off from a sudden drag of cold wetness sears across your clothed core, sending shivers racing up your spine. In an instant, your head snap back, only to find his face buried tight between your thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your cunt shamelessly. The obscene act makes your legs tremble, body freezing as the butterflies in your stomach collapse into a cold, stunned mess.

“H-hwa—!” Your cry breaks into a half scream as he yanks your panties down, baring you to his hungry gaze. A needy moan spills from his lips at the sight he’s been starving for—your plump folds, hiding that pretty little clit of yours between them.

“Fuck, your pussy’s so pretty… I-I—” He pants as he drags his tongue along your folds like a starving man. Your whimper is muffled against the sheets, legs already kicking weakly at the strange, overwhelming sensation. “Hwa, w-what are you—what are you doing?” you finally manage to choke out your voice, still reeling from shock. “Shh, angel,” the pet name finally spills out, cracked and trembling, the same name he’s sobbed into his toy countless times, choking on the thought of you.

“I need it—need your pussy, please, please let me taste it. I’ll do anything, I’ll worship it, fuck—your pussy’s too perfect, it’s begging for me. Let me, angel. Please, I’m begging you, I can’t breathe without it.”

Before you can respond, the tip of his tongue once again lapping your folds longingly, making love to your plump flesh that he loves so much. “Angel, you are—you’re wet… Did I turn you on? Mmph—let me pleasure you, yeah? I’ll make you satisfy I promise.” Using his nose, he parts your folds slowly, almost savoring the moment. The feeling of his nose nudging between your folds in the most intimate way, make you whimper. Oh, heavenly isn't it? Brushing it against your bundle of nerve, rubbing it into submission. Your pussy starts to leak. Ultimately, after a few strokes, he reveals your cute little clit to the cold air.

“Haa—” He coos at your gasp, patting your bubbly cheeks to sooth you. “Oh—mmph~ Angel, you're so pretty down here. Better than I imagined.” He dips his head to kiss your clit in a slow open mouth kiss. Making out with your bud instead of your mouth. Your moan fills the room—sweet and intoxicating—making his hips jerk, grinding against the empty air in search for friction.

“H-Hwa—Mmm~ Ah~” Your hand cover your mouth to muffle the sound. It’s not that you are embarrass by it but it just add to the sweetness you know? Like adding honey to your tea. His gaze move to your entrance next, watching it clenches desperately around nothing. The sight making him whine like a needy dog looking for its owner validation.

“Please angel—haa—” Lick!His voice crack as he begs, nose brushing on your folds. “I’ll be good, just let me—” Another lick but messier and desperate this time. “Please, please, I need it—” Slurp! “I’ll make you feel so good, I swear—just let me taste you.” His mouth close around your clit and sucks it like a starving man, trying to coax you in.

“Nghhh—Hwa—” you cry out when his tongue circling your clit.

“Please” his voice rags, muffled against you

“T-Too much—” you stutter, jerking your hips away from him but it was all in vain when he holds you down on the mattress.

“I’ll do anything—” he groans, spreading your legs wider, revealing more of your intimate parts to him.

He holds you still, forcing your back to arch—presenting yourself to him as he buries his face into your waiting cunt. His tongue laps on your entrance with a few slow strokes like a thirsty cat before finally forcing his tongue inside—fucking your pussy with rough and eager thrusts, tasting every inch of your walls as he wiggles his tongue deep inside you.

“Ah—Fuck—Hwa—s-stop—” you plea, but your voice cracks, betraying you. “T-that’s dirty—” you whimper, thighs trembling as shame burns on your face yet, your hips rock helplessly into his mouth, craving the filth you swore you didn’t want.

You whimper at the loss of his tongue only for his mouth to latch back on your clit, sucking it harshly. “Mmm—Hwa—want—” your words scatter as you are at the war with your mind, torn between want to be true with yourself or holding back your own desire. Despite his roughness, you can’t help but love every seconds of it. “Please—” you choke. “Please, Hwa—fuck me ! Use me—Use my pussy!” You scream into the bed, letting out your frustration, finally voicing out your desire.

You feel his mouth still against you, and the way his breath seems to hitch at your words. “P-please…” your voice drops to a sob, heat flooding your cheeks. “Play with my pussy. Suck, lick, spit—anything—just don’t stop.” A few seconds of silence passed when you feel his hands on your plump bottom, squishing them. “Hwa? Do you hate me now—” you words cut off as his tongue stroking your messy cunt firmly, making you roll your eyes from the strong friction.

“Mmm~ Hwa, want you to play with my pussy, please.” You beg beautifully. The shame that was weighing on you moments ago melts away and replaced with a raw need for your pussy to be worshipped. You spread yourself open, baring your holes to him. His eyes stare at a bead of your slick that drips to the floor. “A-Angel…” His voice breathless. “You’re—god, you’re so perfect.”

He shoves his fingers inside you almost clumsily, desperate to feel everything of you, making you arch on the bed deeper. “Only me—only me, right? Please, angel, tell me no one else gets to see you like this—” His mouth latches back onto your clit, sucking it greedily, whimpering at the sound of your mewl. “That’s it—yes, yes, sing for me—ah, fuck—” He moans against you like he’s the one being ruined.

You jerk your hips, grinding your pussy against his face as his head buried between your thighs from behind. “Mmm—Hwa—ah—so good—yes, more—” your moans spill out as he sits back on his heels, tongue straining desperately to reach every part of you. He’d die happily if this were his last moment. His grip on your hips is almost bruising as he drags you closer, greedily lapping at your slick. His tongue swirls over your clit, relentless and messy. “Y-Yes, angel—hah—your pussy’s clenching—” Slurp! “It’s happy to see me, right? Right, angel? Please—tell me it’s for me—”

“Y-Yes Hwa—mmph!—f-fuck you’re so good at this. I’m gonna—I’m gonna come, I can’t—” Hearing those words slip out from your mouth, he doubles his effort. “You gonna come? Really? Fuck—yes, yes, yes—please, angel, come for me—please, let me have it—please—”

It doesn’t take you long for your pussy to start spasming and pushing out tons of your slick into his eager mouth—all sticky and thick but that’s only making him roll his eyes in ecstasy. Your legs kicking on the floor helplessly as your body trembles hard from the high. The male grunt at the taste of your nectar—finally getting what he had long for. “T-Taste—so—good—” He pants between gulps. “Like honey—mmmp—T-Thank you—Thank you, angel”

You turn onto your back, head peeking between your spread thighs as you watch him continue to nudge your legs apart and licking your cunt clean from any trace of your slick. Can’t let any drop go to waste! He’s good—too good, like a dog—What? Your hand reach down to pat his head while his big doe eyes looking up at you like he's waiting for praise. “Good boy.” He mewl sweetly at it before dipping back into your cunt. That night, you fall asleep with his head between your legs, using your soft, cushiony, pussy as a pillow.

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okay but imagine nerd!gojo’s slightly calloused fingers from writing equations and homework all day and how he uses them on you.

they’re so long, pretty, veins popping when he’s gripping a pen for eight hours straight taking notes in his tiny handwriting. the fingertips are just a little calloused from all that pencil scratching and highlighter flicking, rough enough to catch but smooth enough to hold during the rare walks you guys take and etc

he loves fingering you slow and deep so those calloused pads drag right against your walls, every curl hitting that spot like he already calculated the exact angle. two fingers first, scissoring you open while his thumb (still stained with blue ink half the time from disassembling empty pens half the time because he used them up) circles your clit with that same precision he uses on physics problems. “c’mon, you’re clenching like you wanna solve me back,” he’ll mutter, glasses fogged, that lazy cocky grin never leaving his face even when you’re dripping down his wrist.

he’ll edge you for ages, pulling out right when you’re about to cum just to watch you whine, then sliding three fingers back in knuckle-deep so the rough little callouses scrape perfectly and make your toes curl and your eyes roll.

sometimes he keeps his other hand on your thigh, thumb stroking absentmindedly like he’s still thinking about his homework, but the way he’s finger-fucking you says he’s 100% focused on ruining you.

when you finally cum he doesn’t stop just keeps pumping those long calloused fingers through it, murmuring “good girl, give me another one, i know you can take it” while his free hand pushes his glasses up like nothing’s happening.

afterwards he’ll wipe his fingers on your thigh, lick one just to taste you, and go right back to writing notes for you and him like he didn’t just have you sobbing on his hand.

“shy prude” boys are always the most freaked out ones

🥥 synopsis- park jimin is your nerdly little roomate who spends his days studying behind closed doors. you don't talk with him - bar the times you appraoch him to collect the monthly bill for the landlord. he's not interesting, he's quiet and bookish. or so you thought. one day, you're on your way to collect the monthly bill, a small part of your routine you'd always indulged in when you'd dealt with past roomates. except, when you open jimin's door requesting the monthly pay up you're left running out repeating apologies like a mantra.

[pairing - nerdy!jimin x f!reader]

warnings - profanity, explicit sexual content.

w.c - 3.7k

today hadn't been much excitement for you. you'd simply rolled out of bed and into the hands of the boring world to head to a small cafe just a five minute walk from your dorm room to meet your best friend for some breakfast.

afterwards, the day only but slowly slipped from your fingers, leaving you to feel an immense amount of boredom you wished you could rip from your soul.

much to your luck though, your new roommate isn't like the old one. he is quiet, sticks to himself, and you only see the poor guy when you collect the monthly charge from him for the landlord. something you always seemed to voluntarily do since day one of moving in.

oh right, today was one of those days.

you lazily rise from your spot on the living room couch, oddly noting how silent the dorm was today. the upstairs neighbors had both headed home for the summer, the ones next to you had done the same.

unfortunately for both you and jimin, your families lived across the world in different countries. limiting your chances of visiting them.

your bare feet patter along the hard wood floors as you head to your bedroom to collect the amount needed for the landlord. considering it was a shared dorm room, jimin and you were charged $500 each. not the worst, but, not the cheapest either.

entering your bedroom, you head straight for your closet, ripping open the door and grabbing at the box that sits on the small shelf.

you count all the notes and coins, smiling to yourself that it’s all in there.

with the cash in your hand, you head for your bedroom door, leaving your room to go to jimin's bedroom at the end of the hall.

you are quick to put your hand to the door knob and head inside of his room, only, when you twist the knob and push the door open, you catch sight of jimin doing something you'd never imagine him doing before.

between his thighs, jimin's dick stands tall and erect. his head is thrown back, the glasses on his face falling off as his hand runs up and down the length of his cock.

his pants are pulled down just below his balls, shirt ridden up to his chest, abs you hadn't known he had on full display.

"ugh, fuck." he moans - no, he whines - ring clad hand moving at a fast pace, his hips bucking up once he swipes his thumb over the precum covered tip.

you're frozen to your spot, eyes blown wide, you want to leave, save him the embarrassment, but you can't look away. it's so wrong.

jimin's cock is big. flushed pink against his pale hand, leaking precum from the tip all the way to the base. fuck, jimin had a pretty cock.

the trance the erotic scene he has created has you so distracted that the pennies in your hand fall from your grasp and against the wooden floor, grabbing jimin's attention.

his hand flies away from his dick, he jumps up and catches sight of you quickly bending down to grab each and every coin. "oh my god, i'm so sorry." you push out awkwardly.

"oh my fucking god." you hear jimin curse under his breath, "please, get out." he chokes out and you scrape all the coins on the floor into the hallway, standing to your full height and bowing with apology.

"hand me the allowance when you can." with that, you head out and slam the door behind you, listening closely to the sound of jimin cursing himself out and rummaging agressively around his bedroom.

you almost feel bad. until, the sight of what you had just seen pops back into your mind and you feel all hot and bothered. but, its so wrong. you shake it from your mind quickly and turn to jimin's door to knock.

"i'm heading out for a while, i'll leave my amount on the counter, you can hand it out today!" your voice is much too high-pitched and you fear jimin notices. you can't even think about how he feels.

"y-yeah, okay!" he calls back from the other side, sounding as though he is miles away.

"right-uh, bye!" you call out and jimin sends back a muffled goodbye of his own, then you're turning on your heels, heading for the front door to escape the odd tension leaking out of his room and into the hallways of your shared dorm.

instead of venturing the entire way to the convenience store, you found yourself perched on the living room couch of the dorm room, head in your hands as you actively curse yourself out.

“why did i have to watch him.” you groan, slapping your forehead multiple times. “stupid, stupid, stupid.” you insult yourself, only stopping when the sound of someone clearing their throat catches your attention.

“uh, i’m going to head to the landlord to give her the money.” jimin stood just a few feet away, shoving all the money into the pocket of his coat. “when i get back, i’d like to talk about what you saw.” his cheeks flush pink at that and you slowly nod your head, mouth parted as you watch him send you a lop sided grin before grabbing your money off of the counter and head for the front door.

fuck.

sitting at your vanity, you rub moisturiser into your skin, eyeing the hallway through your open bedroom door in case jimin walks past.

he has been home for twenty minutes now. he walked past you like he hadn’t mentioned talking things out before leaving. maybe he was building the courage to come over and talk to you?

whatever.

you were currently busy - or trying to seem busy - while actively spying on the hallway. god, were you always this weird?

once you finalised putting on your moisturiser you slammed your palms on the surface of your desk, “this guy!” you cried out before finally pushing back from your desk and heading out of your room on a mission.

if he wasn’t going to approach you, you were going to approach him.

your feet stomp harshly against the floors, frustration gnawing at your bones as jimin’s door holds a staring contest with you once you stand outside it.

you edge towards the handle before pulling back, shaking your head and turning around. “i’m being irrational here.” you laugh at yourself before turning back around finally grasping at the cold metal of the handle, clicking your tongue you shake your head. “no, this isn’t it.” turning around again you head away from his door only stopping to slowly trail your eyes up from the sock clad feet that suddenly come into your sight.

your eyes travel up to his face and there he stands, a bowl of food in his hands with a confused look. “what…are you doing?” he asks, clearly interested in whatever battle you’re having with his bedroom door.

“i was just, uhm. i was coming to talk to you.” you get out plainly and you notice the way he gulps before nodding. “can we talk in the living room?” he asks, eyeing his door as though there’s something behind it that he doesn’t want you seeing.

“yeah, sure. whatever suits you. i mean it was my fault after all, haha.” you scratch the back of your neck, nervously laughing, stopping all at once when you see the cringed look on his face.

“let’s just get this over and done with.” jimin breathes out, turning away and heading for the living room, you trail not too far behind.

your nails dig into the palms of your hands as you anticipate what he’s going to say, you watch as he moves to settle on the armchair first, placing his bowl of food onto the glass coffee table.

“i could wait until you’re finished eating.” you offer, feeling horrible. “no, it’s okay. i seriously just want to get this over and done with.” he swallows, looking much too scared to even look you in the eye.

humming at that, you move to the couch and sit on it, crossing your legs and resting your cheeks in your palms as you sit forward and look to him.

he’s not wearing his glasses right now, you note how beautiful he looks. although, still thinking about gorgeous he looked fucking himself with them on…NOT RIGHT NOW Y/N!

“so..” jimin trails off, swiping a hand through his eyes rustic blonde hair. “it’s normal. i do it all the time.” you blurt out and his eyes widen, “oh my fucking god.” you clasp a hand over your mouth and spot the way jimin sports a soft smile before swiping a hand down his face as though he’s trying not to laugh.

"i'm sorry, please do continue." you cast a hand his way and he nods, thanking you briefly before speaking. "it's, uhm. i haven't done something like that before." he confesses quietly and your eyes widen the slightest bit.

"i'm really sorry." he apologises, you almost cry, noticing the pout on his lips. "i just, oh my, this is really embarrassing." he looks up to you, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh. "i was scrolling on my phone when i got a sort of suggestive video," he trails off squeezing his eyes shut and blowing out a heavy breath before continuing.

something in you screams at you to tell him stop, but you lead with your heart which is far too invested.

"the comments in the video had some links attached and i clicked them out of curiosity, but they brought me to those sex websites..." he cringes at himself and you muffle the laugh that escapes you.

he looks at you the second you stop and clear your throat, "anyway." he eyes you skeptically, "i- wait, i don't think i should be telling you this." he furrows his brows but you jump to stop him, "carry on, i'm interested."

jimin sends you an incredulous look but continues anyway. "the video i clicked on had me feeling a certain way, and so, i took i out on my, uhm.." he doesn't finish his sentence, so you do for him. "your cock."

blushed cheeks enter your view and he splutters a bit before continuing, "i just wanted to let you know i won't do anything like that ever again." he mumbles and you shake your head.

"jimin, i don't care if you jerk off." you roll your eyes playfully and he gasps at the crude way you speak, "just like, i don't know. i'll start knocking." you suggest and he nods.

"okay." he goes to grab his bowl of food but you stop him with your words, "what kind of video was it?" his face scrunches into one of cringe and he pulls his bowl to his chest quickly. "i'm done with this conversation." he announces as he walks away, leaving you to fall back against the couch and cry out his name. "i'm not telling you!" he yells from down the hall and you huff out a breath before finally getting up from the couch to head to your own room.

unfortunately, on your way to your room you think about jimin again and decide to head for his room. knocking gently you call out, “i know we just spoke, but, can we do something together? i’m really bored.”

you’re met with silence so you knock again, ear against the door. you hear the sound of jimin groaning and the sound of his bed rustling.

seconds later, he’s standing at his door, stepping aside to let you in. “what exactly do you want to do?” he wonders as you skip into his room and head for his bed.

your steps faltering when you remember what he’d been doing in that bed just an hour ago, you head for his desk chair instead. hoping he doesn't notice.

“i’ve never actually gotten to see your room.” you state, ignoring his earlier question. “it’s nice.” you compliment as you look around to all the posters of bands, him with a group of people, your eyes land on the copious amounts of trophies stacked on the shelves above his bed.

“what are those for?” you wonder, jumping to your feet again and heading to look at them up close. "they're trophies from when i used to dance." jimin answers, looking to you shyly when he spots the wide grin on your face.

"you used to dance?" you gasp and he simply nods which had you rushing to ask him for videos, "i don't have many, my mom does though." he responds smoothly, leaving you to frown before pushing away from the subject of him being a dancer.

"do you like movies?" you ponder and jimin hums, moving to sit on his bed as you move towards his opened bedroom door, "do you want to watch one with me?" you ask, catching both his attention and shock.

"you want to hang out with me?" jimin wonders, showcasing the surprise that courses through him. "yeah, why not?" you scoff and he simply shrugs before easily agreeing and following you out of his room.

"are you into romantic comdies or sexual romance?" you ask, wriggling your eyebrows at jimin. "why? you want to see if i get a boner from a sex scene?" he deadpans as you both head for the couch, the remote in your hand.

you pause on your way to sit, looking over at jimin who wears a bored look that quickly cracks into a smile when he sees the surprise on your face. "i may be embarrassed, but i'm not against joking about it." he assures you to which you let out a slow, "uh-huh." not convinced whatsoever.

"so?" you push, wondering about your earlier question. "romance." he responds and you sigh heavily as you fall back onto the couch, jimin following suit, except, he sits quite far from you.

"romance it is."

soon, the movie ends. you're half asleep on the couch while jimin has long passed out. you didn't think someone like him could sleep considering his days were jam packed with studying.

instead of waking him along with yourself, you slowly slide away from your space on the couch - glancing to his sleeping face. pouted lips and closed eyes. he was pretty.

you're quick to snap away from your thoughts when you catch yourself slowly thinking about the events of today. oh no.

you felt weirded out thinking about him doing that while quite literally staring at his sleeping form. so, you quickly fled the scene and headed for your bedroom.

thinking about jimin fucking his fist didn't help the fact you'd both watched the the new movie that came out, fifty shades of grey.

you'd heard from a friend that it was a romance movie, and considering it was new, you'd clicked onto it. but much to you and jimin's luck, it had been a movie packed with all kinds of things you wouldn't exactly find appropriate to watch with a roommate you just started acknowledging.

closing your bedroom door, you let out a quiet sigh as you head ed over to your bed, clad in your clothes from the day. you were much too tired to even think about switching to your pj's, so you simply collapsed onto your bed and let the sleep take you away into the next day.

letting out a soft laugh, you swipe at what tickles you on the nose. "stop." you let out playfully, reaching to grab the hand of your ex!?

you jump up, jumping out of your nightmare while you're at it, head shooting to the side to catch glance of jimin who steps back and looks away with a guilty head.

"what are you doing in here, jimin?" you press, feeling suspicious of his motives. "well, i fell asleep. dreaming of the movie." he starts, you feel like you already know where this was going.

"and what does that have to do with me?" you wonder, watching the way his ears turn bright pink under the light of your bedside lamp. "i can't do it to myself alone. it's not working." jimin confesses, dropping his head.

your jaw drops.

"what are you asking from me?" you begin to slowly sit straighter, looking him head on so he doesn't feel any bit more scared to ask for your help. "can you help me? i mean, do what you had offered to do for me during the movie?" he steps closer.

you quickly remember jokingly telling him you'd give him a blow job if the movie turned him on. slapping yourself mentally, you grab ahold of his wrist, pulling him right down onto you.

"what the heck?" he lets out a breathy laugh while you lie beneath him with a smile as he hovers over you, his body flush against your own. allowing you to feel the heat of how he really feels right now against your inner thigh.

"i'm helping." you purr with a smile, rolling the both of you over until your straddling his hips. this time, jimin's breathing is heavier.

moving off of his lap, you ask jimin to sit against the headboard. "we could have done this another way i just don't want to leave my bed." you confess and he simply laughs.

once he's settled against the headboard, he starts to look nervous. anticipating what is about to happen to happen next.

his breath hitches when you move from sitting back, hands grabbing for the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers so you can pull them down all at once.

his dick is quick to spring out from the confines of his garments, resting against his abdomen. flushed pink and leaking precum.

jimin lets out a quiet whimper and you briefly wonder if it's from embarrassment or was the sight of you moving to help him turning him on more?

"you're so big." you relay to him and he sucks his lower lip into his mouth, nibbling on it as he watches your mouth grow closer to his cock.

jimin stretches his head back, neck popping a vein as your hot breath hits the skin of his tip. "please, y/n." he groans, moving his head to look down at you, hands moving to run through your hair and grip the back of your neck to move you closer. lips hitting hit tip.

you're move to envelope his tip into your warm and inviting mouth is quick, causing jimin to buck his hips in surprise. a moan leaving his parted lips.

you don't pull back to speak, or look to him. you simply pull back to stick out your tongue to roll it down the length of his cock, dragging breathy moans from him as he squirms.

you lick around his dick until it is entirely covered in your saliva before once again, enveloping his tip. except, this time you take in more of him.

the hands jimin had ran through your hair grip tightly as he throws his head back against your head board, widening his legs just the smallest bit more to welcome your body closer.

your hands run along the skin of jimin's thighs before allowing them to travel to his balls to scrape your nails lightly along them. "fuck." jimin whines, hips bucking at the small action, causing his dick to move further into your mouth.

without stalling any longer, you begin to bob your head up and down his cock, not stopping for air.

jimin tries his best to hold back from pushing his hips up as he removes a hand from your hair to hide his cries of pleasure. using the other hand to hold your hair back rather than guide your movements.

"this feels so good." jimin lets out, muffled from behind his palm. you hum at that, the vibrations making jimin go crazy as you begin to now suck him harsher.

"y/n, i seriously feel so good." he cries out, two hands now collecting you hair back against the nape of your neck. "i've never felt anything so good." he breathes out, completely relaxing against the head board.

your mouth sucks more of him into your mouth, you try your best to accommodate all of him at once. your saliva dripping from your mouth and onto the balls you've now began to fondle.

you bob your head up and down at a punishing pace as you try your best to ease the orgasm out of him.

your lips suck and your tongue licks until you're pushing him so far in you choke on his cock, causing your throat to contract and squeeze whatever part of him reached that deep.

"oh my fucking god." jimin curses at the feeling of that, letting out more breathy moans as you continue to suck him off.

he doesn't make move to control, simply submits to the pleasure you offer while watching with heavily lidded eyes.

"i think i'm close." he whispers as his hips begin to buck up into your mouth, something you welcome as you suck harsher. "fuck, i'm close." jimin confirms as you pull up to suck on his tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum.

you head back to suck his cock, this time only taking what you can before moving to places your hand at the base to run it up and down where you can't reach without choking.

jimin groans and moans, hands gripping harsher, hips moving at a quicker pace. "fuckkk, just like that. i like it like that." you feel yourself growing hotter down south at the sound of him breaking apart like this above you.

"y/n.." it's a broken sob of pleasure as you double on your efforts, sensing he's close. "wait shit, y/n pull away, i'm gonna come." he speaks, only for his words to break away into a broken moan as you squeeze the base of his dick.

jimin watches with widened eyes as you refuse to pull away until you're sucking harsher than before and he's coming down your throat with a loud groan.

with a satisfied grin, you slowly pull away from jimin. wiping the remnants of his cum from the corner of your mouth after swallowing. something that drives jimin borderline insane.

so insane that you don't even process the fact he pulls you closer until he's kissing you!