𝓨 𝓐 𝓝 𝓖 𝓙 𝓔 𝓞 𝓝 𝓖 𝓘 𝓝 - freak.
・┈ ✦ warnings : au, classmate!jeongin, nerdy!jeongin, curly hair innie bc i love, hes a munchh asf, slight angst at the start, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation ( all f receiving ), pussy eating,actually busted a nut at ts bc what, NOT proofread
・┈ ✦ summary : you, practically a school celebrity, are "accused" of liking your nerdy senior, yang jeongin, so you go to his dorm to talk to him about it
now playing: good form - nicki minaj
and, at this point, it felt like the whole universe knew it.
you, the outgoing, popular girl who seemed like she could have any guy she wanted, liked the school's nerd.
and frankly, it was ridiculous. it seemed like something out of a drama.
"she could have any guy she wanted and she picks him..?"
"why would she like him, that just cant be true.."
"poor guy.. its probably so she doesn't lose a bet.."
things both you and jeongin heard on the daily.
so why were you at his door right now? surely this wouldn't help the allegations.
you could practically hear the things that would be said in the hallway next week if anyone had even seen you walk near his dorm.
but to put it straight, you were here to confess to him as if the rumors hadn't already sealed your shared fate.
your train of thought soon derailed, though, as you heard the click! of him unlocking his door for you.
he hesitated before opening the door, smiling warmly and adjusting his glasses with his free hand.
his hair sat like perfect chaos on his head, soft curls spewing every which way but somehow still framing his blushing face perfectly. not wanting him to realize how you were deeply admiring his features, you flashed him a warm smile and kept your gaze down as you entered his dorm.
jeongin closed the door behind the two of you and shuffled away, giving you room to take your shoes off. as you did so, you looked at the display case of indecently dressed figurines and other seemingly pointless collectables.
he took note of this and walked to the counter with his head hung low, embarrassment written all over his expression.
you felt a pang in your chest.
if only he knew how badly you wished you could just kiss his face and reassure him that you thought anything he liked was cool.
after setting your shoes on his doormat, you headed towards the counter where 2 cups of water laid.
you had his number saved from a coding project the two of you had worked on together, so you took the opportunity to text him prior to your arrival to let him know you would be coming over, and the thought of him thinking to prepare a drink for you made your stomach flutter.
more importantly, though, behind one of the drinks sat jeongin.
as you pulled out a seat across from him, you flashed him a shy smile once again, which he quickly returned.
the silence was so loud with unsaid words.
"so," you cleared your throat, and as you gathered the courage to talk, jeongins voice started before yours could.
"i have a feeling i already know what you're going to tell me," he paused and lifted his drink.
your eyes flicked to his lips as he waited for your response.
"oh, really?" you waited for him to finish drinking before speaking again, "would you like to tell me what that is?"
he put his cup down and started, "well, first youre going to apologize for liking me as a part of a bet, or whatever your friend group has decided to make me and you the center of, then youre going to apologize for the things ive heard in the hallway, and then youll leave."
he was so confident with his answer that it caused another pang of hurt to ring throughout your body.
"jeongin.." you started, but he spoke once more.
"you really don't have to say it yourself, i understand."
"i know.." once again, he spoke over you.
"okay, then if you know, be on your way." he looked towards the door.
you looked at the door and then deadpanned to him, he gave you a look that said 'what?! know I'm not wrong, so leave!'
"jeongin you aren't understanding," you look him in the eyes and for some reason you want to cry, although his expression is seemingly emotionless.
"i know i dont have to say that because thats not even close to what i want to say to you-"
"if you are just going to say it in a nicer way, i seriously don-" this time, you were the one to cut him off.
his mouth parts slightly, like he’s surprised you even raised your voice.
for a second, the only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat.
he stays frozen, lightly placing both of his elbows onto the counter.
arms crossed, jaw locked, gaze fixed past you, as if looking away might keep him safe.
you walk quietly around to his side of the counter, the movement casual, although it seems more like you are just trying to close the space between the two of you rather than make a point.
“jeongin,” you say again, softer now, “you’re not understanding.”
he still doesn’t look at you.
“i didn’t come here to mock you. i didn’t come here because of a bet. i came here because i like you, and I’ve been too much of a coward to say it until now.”
“you think I’d waste my time coming all the way here just to hurt you?” you continue. “after everything we’ve heard them say? you think I'd go through all that just to prove them right?”
then, finally, and almost inaudibly.
“i don’t know what to believe.”
you move toward him, slow, cautious, and placed your hand gently on his arm. “believe me.”
his skin is so incredibly soft under your touch.
not from your touch, but from how fast he seems to be losing control of this moment. he stands up abruptly, taking a step back like he needs distance to think.
you want to step back out of respect, but in this moment you want nothing more than to be close to him.
you look at him, and after what seems like forever, his gaze finally meets yours once again.
“you shouldn’t look at me like that,” he says, voice low.
your ears perk up at the sudden change in tone. “like what?”
“like you trust me. like you want something from me I don’t know how to give.”
“I swear I’m not asking you to give me anything-“
“you are,” he says. “you just don’t know it.”
you hesitate, then step forward, breaking the space he instilled earlier. “then tell me what I’m asking for, because I think all I want is you.”
he closes his eyes and then —
he kisses you, short and sweet. testing the waters.
once he sees the sweet expression the kiss has given you, his lips come down once more.
this time with precise tenderness, each movement measured, as though he’s memorizing your mouth. you lean in to meet him, and you feel him let out a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding.
for a moment, it stays like this.
quiet, steady, tentative.
the silence is no longer full of unsaid words, it’s full of unsaid actions,
It’s in the way his hand moves from where it was hovering near your waist to resting firmly at the small of your back.
not rough. not rushed. just solid. intentional.
he deepens the kiss slightly, just enough to make you feel it. his other hand comes up to your jaw, thumb brushing lightly against your cheek as he angles your face the way he wants.
you dont even realize how much the two of you have leaned into each other until you feel the edge of the counter press into your hip.
when he finally pulls away, his breath is warm against your skin.
“you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he murmurs, almost to himself.
you try to speak, but your voice catches.
you haven’t seen this side of him before, not anywhere besides the place tucked deep in the back of your mind when you couldn’t fall asleep.
he sees the way your lips part, the way your fingers curl slightly at his slender frame, and it tugs at the corners of his mouth.
“are you always this reckless?” he asks seemingly playfully, but under the surface, there is something firmer about it,
you blink. “what do you mean?”
his eyes drop to your lips, then back up again, slowly.
“just walking into a guys room, kissing him like this, telling him you want him..” he trails off and tilts his head slightly
“you really think that doesn’t mean something?”
it’s almost like he’s completely dropped the shy, nerdy mask and underneath is someone who knows exactly how to take what he wants once he’s sure he can have it.
“maybe I do,” you say quietly keeping the same firm undertones that were laced into his previous words.
he studies you, like he’s trying to decide whether to believe that.
then he takes one slow step forward.
the counter is now fully pressed against you,
and so is the tent forming in his pants.
no words are shared, just subconscious actions.
your hand drifts instinctively, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his perfectly carved chest which you graze your fingers over. you continue down his stomach, lower. he’s shivering.
until you’re touching him, open-palmed and slow, this is when his body lightly bucks into the feeling.
he doesn’t breathe for a second. just leans in closer.
his mouth opens wider over yours, teeth scraping your lower lip which makes you let out a whine. his hand that is settled on your waist pulls you in closer, rougher than before, until you’re fitted tight against him, knees barely holding steady.
you tilt your hips without thinking.
he moans into your mouth in reply, low in his throat, restrained.
your hand stays exactly where it is, feeling him hard and hot beneath the denim and it makes you go crazy.
you take your hand off of his jeans and grab his bicep, now opting to grind your heat against him.
his lips trail to your jaw, then down your neck. the way his eyes are closed and his breath is slightly unsteady makes it feel like he’s claiming every inch of you with quiet precision.
like he wants to feel the way your breath catches beneath his tongue.
you’re trembling now, partially from the fact your pussy is practically screaming for him, but also from the way everything unspoken between the two of you is finally unfolding, yet somehow no words are being said.
just hands. just mouths. just breath.
and the sound of your heart pounding where it meets his.
the thought of the simple wordless conversation between your bodies makes you moan.
at this point, the two of you can now tell how badly you need each other, and if you wait any longer, it will get way messier than needed.
so one of his hands moves down firmly gripping the back of your thigh, and in a single, fluid motion, he lifts you effortlessly onto the edge of the counter.
“innie..” you breath out as he leans in for kiss that ended up starting deeper than either of you intended, causing you to fall back onto your elbows.
you were both breathing through your noses, quick and uneven, refusing to break the kiss even as his hands fumbled at your waistband.
you instinctively lift your hips for him, and he pulls your pants down to your mid thighs, giving him just enough room to dip his finger into your heat.
you finally break the kiss with a breathless open mouthed moan, shifting your focus to the hand that was working you so well.
your knees part to make more space for him, he takes this opportunity to drag your pants the rest of the way down.
he does it so clumsily like his brain isn’t keeping up with how much he wants you.
he sinks down between your legs once your panties are discarded and his hands grip your thighs like he is trying to steady himself
his glasses slip slightly down his nose as he looks up at you from between your legs.
It should look ridiculous him, on his knees, with that quiet, nerdy exterior still intact.
he leans in, and when his mouth finds you it’s warm and steady.
you let a moan and your body jolts upwards, your hand finding one of his, grabbing just one of his fingers for some sort of soothing as he practically makes out with your pussy.
his hands maintain their steady grip on your thighs, keeping you exactly where wants you.
you’re thighs are twitching every time his lips suck your sensitive clit.
he can tell you are getting closer when you grip his finger as your muscles tense.
he frees his hand from your grip, and you whine at the loss of the comforting contact of his skin.
before you can even think why he might’ve done this, the finger you were just holding was slipped into you.
you grab the back of his head at his actions and let out a drawn out whimper of his name.
at this, he lets out a deep moan into your pussy, sending shivers down your spine, which is also currently arched so far in pleasure you feel like you might need a back brace after this.
at this point you are grinding into his face, his hair brushing your pelvis and his tongue explores your pussy.
“so good ..” he says, his voice is low and wrecked. “s’pretty like this..”
and somehow his tongue doesn’t miss a beat, and his finger is still applying the perfect amount of pressure inside of you.
you could snap at any moment and he knows it, and his breath is so ragged you can tell he is falling apart with you.
and next thing you know, your hips are twitching under his mouth as he moans into you like he’s the one cumming.
the tension breaks in you all at once, sharp and overwhelming.
you practically yell his name as you tighten around his fingers.
at first you are so lost in the pleasure you don’t hear the sounds leaving your throat, raw, broken, somethig between a gasp and a moan.
“just a little longer f’me..” he continues his meal, and through all of the pleasure you are still questioning if you’ve ever met a man who loves pussy more.
every drag of his tongue is now making you flinch, hips jerking out of control.
it hurts so good. the kind of good that blurs into unnameable. sharp and sweet all at once.
“you can take it..” he mutters into your pussy, almost begging. “give me one more. please.”
and you only considered holding on because he asked so nicely,
“mmm-!” at this point you couldn’t form words.
it’s too much and not enough all at once.
and soon enough your head is spinning and your stomach is tightening once again, this time sharper.
already being dragged towards another high wether you are ready for it or not, his mouth and fingers are working you like he won’t be satisfied until he’s tasted every last drop of you.
the sharp knot in your stomach finally breaks with a final suck to your clit, and the two of you are moaning once again.
you fall back on the counter, absolutely spent.
your body twitches as he finally pulls back from your pussy, not even taking the time to wipe his chin.
he lets out a sigh so close to your heat, it makes your body shiver.
he looks wrecked. his lips are swollen, glistening, flushed from the effort of it, from how long he stayed down there like he needed it as much as you did. his breathing’s heavy, chest rising and falling, hair a mess from your hands pulling at him to come closer.
as he nears your face you stare into his eyes, and the two of you stay like that for a moment, unmoving.
god, his eyes. dark, locked on you, pupils blown wide like he’s coming down from getting high on you.
"holy shit.." you breathlessly whispered out, "was there something in that water?"
you looked at i.n whos chin was glistening with your slick, a sign of his michelin-worthy meal.
“you might think I’m weird but I’m not crazy, alright?” he giggles and blows on your face.
now you are pulling him closer, struggling to kiss him as you too start to laugh.
and god, you couldn’t feel more honored to confirm the rumors.
part two where he finally gets to cum? 🙈
