i ❤️ hot nerds (l.dh, n.jm) — preview
PAIRING. pervert!nerd!haechan, pervert!nerd!jaemin x popular!fem!reader
GENRE. smut, slight fluff
CONTENTS. explicit smut (kissing, fingering, oral (receiving), titfucking, breast play, lots of drool and spit, overstimulation, snowballing, dirty talk, rimming, anal play, missionary, riding, mating press, breeding/creampies)
WORD COUNT. 8.7k; teaser wc: 525 words
SUMMARY. when your professor pairs you with the two smartest students in your class for a group project, you find yourself making an interesting deal with them. or, alternatively: the one where you have to help two nerds learn to get girls so you can pass your class.
PLAYLIST. n/a
NOTES. remember when i said i was up to something with these two? this is it! the full fic is already posted on my patreon here, and i’ll be posting it in full to tumblr on september 30th!
“You don’t get it—we need to be fuckable!” Haechan stresses, and you roll your eyes in exasperation.
“Haechan, you’re already fuckable.” you explain calmly, and he opens his mouth in preparation for some witty remark, but after processing your words, his eyes widen and his mouth hangs open uselessly, his accusingly pointed finger now pointing meekly at the floor at an angle.
“I—So—so you would fuck us?” he stammers, and you nod slowly, looking from him to Jaemin.
“Why do you think I let you get away with your numerous dorm violations?” you snort in amusement, and he blinks hard.
“I thought you just took pity on us, y’know? Like you had a soft spot for nerds or something.”
“I don’t have a soft spot for nerds.” you answer. “I have a soft spot for hot nerds, though.”
His mouth opens and closes pathetically as his normally quick-witted brain scrambles to process the information you’ve just presented to him. Jaemin is quicker to act, sitting forward so suddenly the move could be considered as predatory, and you’re not sure if it’s the lighting reflecting off of his glasses or what, but there is most definitely a glint in his eye as he regards you, his lips gradually stretching into a toothy grin.
“So you let us get away with stuff? Because you like us? Like what?” he questions, and you tilt your head to the side as you think.
“Your candles, for starters. Haechan’s tapestry, your many many noise complaints from your neighbors when you two get too heated as you’re gaming,” you start to list off on your fingers, and you cross one leg over the other, not missing the way both of their eyes shift to your newly exposed skin and how… hungry they look. “The way you—” you point at Haechan, “always try to get away with looking up my skirt.”
Haechan’s face flushes a pretty shade of red, and you smile, amused, as he scrambles to defend himself. Before he can, you hold up a hand to silence him.
“Haechan?”
“Yes?” he replies meekly.
“If I minded, I would have said something by now. I certainly wouldn’t have kept wearing skirts and accidentally flashing you.”
His eyes roll back into his head with a whimper and he nods in understanding.
“And you—” you round on Jaemin, who’s still perched like a lion about to pounce, and the male just smiles wider, tilting his head to the side curiously.
“What about me?”
“You probably think you’re slick with the little lingering touches on my back and waist when you’re ‘trying to get by,’ but I only let you do that because I like it.”
His grin widens more than you even thought possible, the glint in his eye now unmistakable. “Oh, yeah? Where else do you like being touched?”
“I mean,” you hum, uncrossing your thighs and smiling as both of their gazes hone in on the space between your legs, “I could tell you, but I think you’d rather have me show you.”
“I have a better idea,” Jaemin murmurs, moving towards you slowly. “How about you let us find out?”
reminder that the full fic is already posted on my patreon if you don't want to wait!
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There are only two genders
Gender 1: 𝒐𝒉 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒈/𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒕 / 𝒈/𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆! 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆! 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒈/𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 💕
Gender 2: g̰/t i̯s̥̚ m̹͝y̽͆́ deep̟esͦt seċ̷͈r͛̀e̘t̟ͭ a͕n̺̉d i͛f a̗̫͒n̹ͬͨyonḛ̛̞ i͓ͥ͌n̯̖̏ my ḽͤi̫f̝ͩ̍e e̥̠͙vĕrͥ̔͠ f̏i̥̳ͭnd̞s͈͊ out ab̂ou̮̔ț̲ it̅̄ I'̙ll̢ lite̗̥r͐͝ally͂ b̷ͮe̖̳̥ ru̧in̚e͐d͐, I'l̓ļ͆ b͈̀̋e oúͮt̋̄ē͈̍d a̧s a̝ f̪̣reaͫk͘,̔ I̡̾'̧͍̈́l̨̳lͅ l̵̓ose͓ m̝̘y jo̹b, my͔̏̔ p̗̐ar̠en̜̅͊ts w̮̟ỉ̹ll͂ ki̩̪̬ckͩ m͜e̟͚ ouͬt͍ of the house, no o̓n̯e̗̿ c͇̀an̖̗̓ eve̞̍r̖ k͠noẉ̈́ ã̯bout i͆t, it's c͆̌o͆m̛i͚n̜̙g t́o t̞̊͌he̼͎̙ gr̵̞̖av̡ḙ wͥ͞i̾̊tḧ́ m̂ͯė̤
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You know the more I look at Holly's "eye patch," the more I think it looks like a scar. And I'm starting to think his skull was cracked open along the eye patch's strap, so his impulse control wouldn't be a problem in the experiments. This is just a theory, though.
Anyway I'm enjoying Marble Sky a lot I hope you're having a great day. yeah
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