Stray Kids Kinktober Day 4
Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist
Dacryphilia - Seungmin
Word Count: 6.6k
Summary: After pining for you from a distance for years, Seungmin’s world is turned upside down when you approach him to be partners on a semester long project.
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Seungmin has always thought about how pretty you’d look when you cum.
He can picture it so perfectly in his head. The way you would tilt your head back, eyes rolling in your skull, your perfect lips would part and a silent scream would twist your expression.
If his face was between your legs you would pull his hair so tight it would leave his head aching.
Perhaps if he was bullying your g-spot with his cock, you would wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a searing kiss. He would swallow each of your moans and refuse to close his eyes just this once so he can see your face when you clench around him.
He just knows your voice would be music to his ears. Fuck, just thinking about your moans in his ear gets his dick so hard, he has to either leave whatever room he’s in or fuck his fist until he paints his stomach white.
Kim Seungmin knew for sure that if he ever had you in his hands, he wouldn’t stop until you were utterly satisfied.
He doesn’t even care if he cums once, he just wants to make your body hum with pleasure. He wants to make you see stars and have your toes curling while you pant his name over and over.
But there’s a slight problem. He’s not even sure you know he exists.
You, perfect you, are in a majority of his classes. You’re Miss Popular, always talking to whoever sits in the seat next to you. Your hair, makeup, and nails are always done so cleanly and perfectly.
Everyone was your friend. It didn’t matter where you were, you were talking to someone with that beautiful, bright smile.
Never him. It was never him, though. It’s not like you’re avoiding him, but he’s not the only person vying for your attention.
Seungmin has also never been brave enough to approach you.
So, he sticks to his lonely seat in the back of the class, pining for you from a distance.
For the entire class he’ll steal glances your way and watch as you chew on the back of your cute little pen, or watch as your fingers fidget with the bottom of your skirt.
Sometimes he’ll sit by the door so that when you leave before him, he can smell your perfume as you walk by.
That’s exactly what he’s doing today. The professor just finished the lecture and everyone is packing up their belongings.
Seungmin is making sure to take his sweet time. He’s jotting down last minute notes in his planner, scanning over little details that he may have questions on later.
Then the smell hits him. That beautiful warm vanilla and coffee scent. It wraps around Seungmin’s nose and invades all of his senses.
His heart flutters and a chill rips through his body, goosebumps raising on his arms.
Typically, you walk by so fast he’s only able to inhale the beautiful aroma for a split second.
But today, it lingers even longer and never wavers.
“Kim Seungmin, right?”
Oh my god?
Is this what it’s like to hear angels sing?
His heartbeat skyrockets and he looks up at you with a shocked expression.
“Y-Yeah?” Seungmin internally cringes at the way he stutters in front of you.
But you’re looking down at him with literal stars in your eyes. How are you this perfect?
“I’m Y/N,” You hold out to shake his hand.
“I know.” Another inward cringe. Yeah, keep putting your foot in your mouth, Seungmin, great job.
His hand grabs yours and an electric shock goes up his arm. Your skin is so soft, does your lotion smell just like your perfume? Does it smell better?
All you do is giggle in response.
“I didn’t realize I was famous.” You beam and Seungmin swears his glasses are going to melt off his face from how much his cheeks heat up.
“Anyway, I’m super sorry to bother you,” You could never bother him, “but the professor talked about that project today and said we needed partners. I really enjoyed your presentation last semester on the causation between beautifying city streets to decrease traffic flow on main roads and increasing them on side streets!”
Surely, he’s died. He’s died and gone to Heaven. Is he alive? If he was hooked up to a heart monitor, he’s sure that it would be flatlining right now.
“I was wondering if you wanted to work together on this one? You can say no, I’ll totally understand. But, I am a Statistics major after all, I can make it super easy on the analysis side.”
You really think you need to sweeten the pot? All you need to do is ask and he would do the entire project and just stick your name at the top.
“Sure,” he says weakly.
“Oh, awesome!”
You plop down in the seat next to him, the smell of your perfume is so intoxicating. Seungmin finds himself leaning closer and closer to you before he realizes what he’s doing and his back straightens out.
He shuffles in his seat to play it off, but you don’t seem to notice in the slightest.
“I have to run because my next class is across campus, but,” you reach over and grab his pen from his desk. “Here’s my number.” You scribble it down in the margins of his notebook with a little smiley face next to it.
His head feels so fuzzy. Seungmin is positive he’s about to wake up from a dream.
The cherry on top is when you grab his hand between both of yours. You’re so pleasantly warm and soft, what if those hands were wrapped around his c—
“Thank you so much!” You chirp happily at him, “Text me ASAP and we can figure out what we want to do! We can meet up and get coffee or something to eat! Thank you, Seungmin!”
And just like that, you stand up and leave in a harmonious whirlwind of vanilla and coffee, leaving Seungmin dumbfounded.
Did that… really just happen?
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Just like you requested, Seungmin texted you almost immediately.
Seungmin: Hey, this is Kim Seungmin
Y/N: Hey! :) Thank you again for agreeing to work with me! Such a sigh of relief lol
Seungmin: No problem at all. I also liked your presentation on the effect different forms of advertising has on sale numbers for the theatre group on campus.
Y/N: Aw, thank you! I can’t believe you remember it. I worked for weeks with that group to collect data, but it was totally worth it.
Seungmin stares down at his phone in the middle of the dining hall.
He’s… he’s really texting you. So many months of pining, of watching you from a distance, and he’s texting you so casually.
This morning when he woke up, he had no idea that this is what his day was going to turn out like. Maybe he should send his professor a fruit basket.
Another text comes in while he was staring at the last one.
Y/N: I’m pretty free this weekend if you want to meet up for coffee to discuss the project! I know it’s a semester long thing and the due date isn’t until finals week, but I think we should get a head start, especially if we want to do a longer study.
Seungmin: I agree. How does Saturday around 2 sound? There’s a small coffee shop tucked away that I know of.
Y/N: oooh, sounds fun :) See you then! Can’t wait, Seungmin!
Seungmin drops his phone onto the table in disbelief.
Even in his wildest dreams, never did he ever conjure up the idea of you approaching him and asking him to work with you.
He blinks his eyes in disbelief down at the conversation several times. His stomach was doing flip after flip in excitement.
Saturday could not come soon enough.
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“Seungmin!” you call out to catch his attention.
He raises his hand in a greeting and picks up his pace to walk towards you.
You both agreed to meet outside by the library and walk to the coffee shop together. He told you it was pretty tucked away, so you asked him to show you, who was he to say no?
He’d carry you on his back if you asked him to. If you were on his back, he’d grab your legs underneath your knees, be able to feel your soft skin underneath his palms. Feel your clothed cunt against his–
“Hey!” You smile widely at him as soon as he’s next to you. His heart flutters. “I’m super excited to see this coffee shop, I can’t believe I’ve never heard of it.”
“My two friends work there, that’s the only reason I’ve heard of it, really.” He mutters as the two of you walk side by side.
“Even better, they’ll know the best things on the menu.”
How are you doing this? You’re so glass-half-full, so sweet it makes his teeth rot.
The two of you chat on your entire walk to the cafe. Occasionally your arms will brush against one another and each time it goes straight to Seungmin’s heart— and, well, other places.
He’s always noticed from a different how touchy you were as a person. It didn’t matter if you just met the person or if they were your closest friend in the world, you would reach out and grab their arm for their attention, touch their hands when you laughed, anything.
Each time you would touch someone else, the ugly curl of jealousy would furl up in his gut.
But here you were, casually touching him as the two of you walked to what most would see as a date.
It’s not a date. But, Seungmin is deciding to play pretend and tell himself it is one.
The coffee shop is so warm when you both enter. It’s not too busy at all, that’s why Seungmin likes coming here so much.
There’s only about three other customers sitting at tables.
Immediately, Seungmin sees Jeongin behind the counter. Jeongin, who has heard Seungmin pine about you for years at this point.
The other boy practically drops the cup of coffee he’s holding when he sees the two of you together.
His eyes and mouth widened so much you’d think he saw a ghost.
“No way,” Seungmin sees Jeongin mouth to himself.
You don’t notice as Seungmin mouths back, “Shut up.” You’re too busy staring at the menu.
Jeongin immediately sends out the coffee he was working on and practically runs to the counter to take your order.
“Hi,” he says warmly to you. “What can I get started for you two?”
“Hey!” Your smile mirrors his. “What is your favorite drink right now? Hot, not cold.”
Jeongin’s eyes brighten a bit and he smiles even more. It switches from his customer service smile to his genuine one.
“Oh, well I’m a huge fan of the maple bourbon spice latte.”
“That sounds amazing, I’ll get that. Can I get it with oatmilk if it’s not too much trouble?”
Jeongin shakes his head in a bit of disbelief, “It’s no trouble at all, you got it. Your usual Seungmin?”
“Yeah.”
“Perfect. Total is $8.17.”
You turn your wrist around to activate your fancy Apple Pay on your watch but Seungmin is faster. He taps his card before you’re even able to blink.
You look up at him with a mock angry look and grab his arm. “Hey, I wanted to pay since I forced you to be my partner.”
Jeongin smirks and raises an eyebrow, Seungmin sees it, you do not.
“Don’t worry about it.” Seungmin tries to act nonchalant about it. “Go find a table, the ones in the back are nice.” He smiles gently down at you.
“Fine, but the next round is on me.” You squeeze his arm once and walk away to find a table. Seungmin watches you walk away with a lovesick look on his face.
As soon as you’re out of earshot, Jeongin is bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“Oh my god! Why didn’t you say you finally grew a pair and asked her out?”
“Because this isn’t a date, she asked to be my partner for a semester-long project in our regression course.”
“That’s even better. Play the long game.”
“Go make my coffee.”
“Min,” Jeongin whines.
“I’m taking your tip out of the jar.”
“Fine.”
Seungmin walks over to the booth you found tucked in the corner between bookcases, both of your coffees in his hands.
You already set up your laptop and various textbooks and notebooks around you.
And to top it all off, the most adorable pair of pink, clear plastic blue light glasses are now perched on your nose.
If he could, he would take a picture of how adorable you look.
When he places the drinks down on the table, you look up with a grin, “Thank you.”
“Of course.” Seungmin sits down across from you and starts to unpack his own things.
“So, I‘ve been thinking about ideas,” you start, grabbing his attention.
“Whatcha got?” He asks, taking a sip from his coffee as his laptop boots up.
“The library started a new program this semester to keep it open 24 hours instead of closing at midnight. I think we should study the amount of students that come in during those hours around various points of the semester.”
“That’s… a great idea, actually.”
You giggle at the small bit of praise, “Thanks! I was thinking we could find a list of events that the library and student centers are hosting and make a schedule based on that. But, of course, this does mean we’ll have to spend more than a couple days monitoring the library at ungodly hours of the morning.”
Seungmin can’t believe his ears. It’s like good news after good news. This entire week he’s been practically walking on air, and it just keeps getting better.
“I think I can handle that,” he responds with a smile of his own.
“Perfect!” You squeal and reach across the table and grab both of his hands. “You’re the perfect partner, Min!”
The nickname is not new. All of his friends call him this. But hearing it tumble from your lipgloss covered mouth goes straight to his head. And not the one on his shoulders.
“T-Thanks,” he stutters out. He’s basking in the warmth of your hands. “I think this is the first time I haven’t had to come up with the idea myself.”
“I’m chock full of them.” You squeeze his hands once more and bring them back to your laptop. “Now, let’s compile the list of events. Also, maybe we should see if there’s other studies done at different schools like this.”
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Research continues for weeks. Each time you and Seungmin see each other, his attraction for you only grows. And he didn’t know that was possible.
Another plus is that now you go out of your way to sit next to him in every single class you share.
It’s distracting but in the best way.
Now when he goes back to his apartment after class, he can still smell your perfume on his clothes. So many times he’s brought his shirt over his nose to fuck his fist just to smell you and picture it was your hand.
He’d moan your name out loudly and have some of his most powerful orgasms of his life just having your scent surrounding him.
Yes, he’d feel a bit of shame the next time he saw you knowing that not even an hour before he was picturing you underneath him with your cherry flavored lips around his cock.
But he just can’t help it.
Tonight was another night when you two were going to pull an all-nighter in the library.
Seungmin is carrying two fresh coffees in his hand, several snacks packed in his bag for your stay in between the bookcases.
Your face lights up as soon as you see him.
It always does.
No matter what.
Even if he had just seen you a couple hours before, you always perk up. It tugs on his heartstrings in a way that nothing else ever has.
“T-minus five minutes until the count begins,” you joke with him as you take a coffee from his hand.
He has since blocked you on Venmo ever since your first “date” at the coffee shop.
“Anyone even here?”
“I think there’s one person down in the basement. But I haven’t seen anyone else. It’s bid night for most frats plus it’s the Friday before holiday. I’m imagining no one else is going to come in.”
Seungmin nods and sets up his laptop at the table in front of you two.
He pulls up Netflix, clicking around to the show that you two started the first night in the library. One earbud is handed to you and he takes the other one.
This routine that you’ve both settled into makes his soul warm and curl up in a happy comfort. It feels so horribly domestic.
Seungmin dreads the day you finish this project. What is he supposed to do after that? Go back to pining after you from a distance? Watch as someone else takes the seat next to you in class?
He shakes the thoughts from his head and presses play on the show. It’s just a silly cartoon that keeps you both awake.
About an hour later, a student comes up from the basement and leaves through the front door.
“And then there were two,” you giggle and look over at him.
“The things we sacrifice for research.”
You laugh at his joke and turn back to the show. Reaching in the snack bag, you pull a piece of popcorn out and eat it.
Two hours later, Seungmin feels your head lean on his shoulder and his heart stops for a moment.
You’re not asleep, your eyes are still focused on the show with rapt attention. No, you just decided to rest your head on him.
Seungmin gulps quietly and tries his best to focus.
He was doing well until you and your tactile nature decided to wrap your arms around his. So now, not only was your head leaning on his shoulder, your two arms looped around his one.
Did you do this on purpose? Was it absentminded?
Your hand comes down and your fingers begin to gently play with his.
Seungmin thinks his heart might explode. Can you hear how loud it’s slamming against his chest?
What’s even going on in the show anymore?
His mind completely blanks out when you begin to trail your nails over his skin.
He turns his head slightly and inhales the smell of your shampoo. It’s just like he walked into a beach vacation home.
Seungmin shifts on his chair as he feels his pants begin to tighten. It was only a matter of time, really.
You notice his movement and you bring your head away from him; Seungmin almost cries out from the loss of contact.
“I’m so sorry,” you stutter a bit. “Am I making you uncomfortable? Oh, geez. Sorry I should’ve asked first, I’m just such a touchy person I forget to ask—“
Seungmin cuts you off by grabbing your hand firmly, “It’s fine.” His voice comes out a lot more confidently than he thought was possible. “I, ah— I don’t mind at all. Actually, I was really enjoying it.”
Your worried expression quickly morphs into a relieved one. “Really? Oh, awesome!”
You hug his arm against your chest and rest your head against his shoulder once more.
It’s sick how much he focused on the way his arm squeezes against your breasts. The feeing shoots straight to his dick and his pants feel even tighter.
His face is so hot he thinks he might explode.
“Ugh, can I get so sentimental, Min?”
That nickname again. Jesus, please, not now, Y/N. Sweatpants can only conceal so much. .
You don’t wait for his response. “I’m so happy we got to work together.” You reach down and lace your fingers in between his. He squeezes your hand after you hold his. “You’ve always been in most of my classes and I always enjoyed seeing your projects and everything.”
You pause, then hum wistfully, looking at the laptop and not up at him.
“I have such an easy time approaching people to talk to them.” Another pause, you laugh under your breath. “Except you, Min.”
His heart drops; was he unapproachable? What did he do?
You must’ve noticed his reaction from how he tensed up, so you pull back and look at him closely, your arms and hands still intertwined.
“Not because of anything you did!” You quickly say and he relaxes a bit. Averting your eyes, you look down at the table, “If I’m being honest I just was so nervous that you would push me away. I’ve just… always um… admired you from a distance. Interpret that how you want.” You laugh, your cheeks turning redder and redder by the second.
Is he… reading into this correctly? Are you admitting what he thinks you’re admitting?
“Y/N…”
“Sorry, God. I told myself I was going to wait until after the project to say something.” You pull back away from him a bit. Seungmin is so flabbergasted by your words that he can’t react. “I like you a lot, Seungmin. And I’m super sorry if that makes you uncomfortable. I can … I can finish the project on my own if it’s too much—“
Seungmin’s brain finally rebooted and he shuts you up by pressing the most urgent kiss possible against your lips. It’s sloppy and he practically misses your mouth with how fast he swooped down.
He’s surprised your teeth don’t clack together.
A surprised grunt comes from your throat, but you melt into the kiss not even three seconds later.
Seungmin is on cloud nine. Your lips are the softest thing he’s ever felt in his life. It’s better than he even imagined. No fantasy could ever compare to the real thing.
His free hand comes up and grabs the side of your face, bringing you closer to him.
The kiss slowly turns from a messy press into something more heated. Mingling exhales and swapped spit.
You grab his hand tighter and slide your other one up into his hair.
Your touch on his body already feels so sinfully good and you’ve only grazed his face.
His eyebrows pinch together as he focuses on the feeling of your mouth gliding over his. On the way he can already taste your chapstick in his mouth.
“Seungmin,” you pant in between kisses.
He doesn’t open his eyes, he never wants to tear his face away from you. He wants to die with his lips pressed to yours and his hands on your body.
“Seungmin,” you repeat.
“What?” He rasps against your lips, bringing them back in for another searing set of kisses.
Your hand tightens around his.
“Do you … do you feel the same, then?”
He laughs out loud and presses his forehead against you.
“Your favorite color is mint green. You take your coffee with oat milk but only if they use Oatly brand, otherwise you don’t like it. You always chew your pen when focusing. No matter how hard you try, you can never spell the word ‘restaurant’ right on the first try.”
Your eyes stare deeply into his, they’re unwavering and caring.
“I’ve wanted you to be mine for so long that it hurts, Y/N.”
Instead of responding, you surge forward and eagerly kiss his already swollen lips.
You clamber out of your seat and onto his lap, both arms wrapping around his neck and his arms loop around your waist. He physically cannot pull you closer to his body.
Both of your mouths are frantic over one another as if you’ll die if you don’t devour each other right there in that moment. Seungmin kisses you like you’re the oxygen he needs to breathe.
His hands move up and down your sides, up your neck to thread into your hair and then back down to your hips. He can’t decide where he wants to hold you, where he should put his hands.
He’s been dreaming of what you would feel like forever, and now that it’s happening his brain is kicking into overdrive.
Your tongue comes out and licks the seam of his lips and Seungmin’s hips jolt up and his clothed erection presses right into your groin.
Both of you moan together into each other’s mouths.
His tongue eagerly slithers out to meet yours.
You taste like popcorn and coffee. His new favorite combination.
One of your hands comes down and slides down his chest, he feels every single touch and his body keens, skin singing.
Down, down, it travels until it gets to the bottom of his shirt. Your hand snakes up underneath the fabric and onto his bare skin.
His muscles jump at the contact and he whines into your mouth. Both of his hands grab your hips tightly, thumbs pressing into the bone.
“Want you,” you moan into his mouth.
“Do whatever you want,” he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, gently pulling on it. “I’m so serious, Y/N, fucking do whatever you want to me, please.”
You gulp, he watches your throat bob. Both of you are panting from the heavy kissing. You quickly look over your shoulder.
There’s absolutely no one in the library, and you’re positive no one is going to come in either. They don’t even have a security guard posted in here.
While you’re scanning the room, Seungmin is only looking at you. His eyes are tracing every single inch of your face, every freckle, every curve, everything. The way your eyelashes curl and the asymmetry of your eyes.
Everything about you is so perfect.
He pulls himself up and travels up your neck with open-mouthed, heated licks and kisses. A low hum of pleasure rumbles in your chest and your hips roll down into his.
A bolt of pleasure shoots through his groin, Seungmin moans into your skin.
Warm vanilla and coffee; your skin smells so fucking sweet he could almost cream in his pants. Your smell wraps around him and invades every single sense.
His tongue licks a fat stripe up your throat and your head tilts back to give him more access.
“Please, Y/N,” he murmurs when his mouth gets underneath your chin, he nips at the skin. “Use me, please. I need you to feel good.”
Every word goes straight to your head. Kim Seungmin is begging you to use him for your own pleasure?
“Are you sure?” you ask, panting.
His hands tighten on your hips in a bruising grip, “Please.” He basically cries into your skin. He’s squirming around underneath you, writhing like he’s already in the throes of pleasure. “Please please please.”
With a gulp, you take one more look around the library. Seungmin continues to kiss at any inch of skin that he can reach, his hips basically humping against your core.
You pull his mouth away from your neck by his hair; he whines, he actually whines at that. His eyebrows screw together and his eyes glaze over.
Quickly, you bring your mouth down to him and kiss him again, your tongue finding his immediately to twist together and slip over one another.
Seungmin’s mind is so fogged over he’s not sure if he’s awake. With every kiss, he’s shoved further and further into a lustful haze.
Your kisses are intoxicating, like he was crawling through the desert and you’re his oasis.
From underneath his shirt, your hand travels even further south until it gets to his bulge. When you cup him through his sweats, Seungmin has to pull away from the kiss to throw his head back with a pitiful whimper.
His mouth drops open and his eyes screw shut.
You squeeze him even tighter and he bucks into your hand.
“Fuck, you feel so big.”
That goes right to his head and his ego. Every inch of him is buzzing, right down to his fingertips.
“Can I tell you one of my favorite things to think about in class?” you whisper to him and Seungmin nods.
“Please.” Desperate.
“I like to imagine sitting in the back with you, no one else is in the same row as us. I’m wearing one of my shortest skirts.”
Seungmin gulps, your hand is rubbing him so well. He opens his eyes to meet your eyes. He’s so far gone. He’s somewhere else entirely.
“You reach over while the professor is talking and run your fingers up my thighs, feeling every single inch of exposed skin.”
Would you look at that, you’re wearing a skirt now.
The hand that’s not on his bulge comes out of his hair and down to your legs. You do what you just described, Seungmin’s eyes watch closely, mesmerized by the action.
Up, up, up, your fingers go until they reach the hem of your skirt.
“In the middle of class, you’d reach your long, beautiful fingers underneath my skirt and up to my panties.”
Seungmin follows your hand as it does what you say, the fabric flips up and he groans, pushing his cock into your hand to relieve some of the ache he’s feeling.
“When you got to my cunt, you’d feel that I already soaked through my panties just thinking about you and the filthy things I let you do to me.”
Your fingers rub against your clothed cunt and your mouth drops open in a sigh.
“You’d then pull them to the side and touch me during class, playing with me, making me squirm. Maybe you’d lean over and tell me I’m being too obvious and to pull it together. But you always make me feel so fucking good, how am I supposed to be quiet about it.”
Just like in your fantasy, you pull your panties to the side and Seungmin moans at the sight of your dripping wet core. You’re already soaked, true to your word. Slowly, your fingers inch over and run through your folds gently.
The sound is something of sin but it makes Seungmin squirm around, his hands staying firmly on your hips.
You reach over and grab one of his hands, bringing it up to your mouth, then you take his middle and ring finger into your mouth and begin sucking on them.
Seungmin almost loses his fucking mind and cums right there on the spot. His back arches off the chair.
Your tongue swirls around his fingers and makes his head spin. His hips squirm around underneath you when you take your hand off his cock.
His nerves are on fire, firing pleasure through his veins.
“Fu– uck, Y/N.” he whimpers out when you suck on his fingers.
You smirk with them still in your mouth, teeth grazing over the skin gently.
How are you able to make him feel better than when he jacks off just by sucking on his fingers?
When your tongue slithers between his two fingers, his thigh muscles tighten and he has to physically stop himself from cumming.
“Hng– Y/N!” He cries out.
You release his fingers from your mouth with a soft pop, but you don’t let them go, no. You trail them down your body and under your skirt.
“Will you touch me, Seungmin? Please?” You say as you press his fingers into your soaking wet folds. “Pretty please?”
He moans at your voice and the wet warmth coating his fingertips.
Immediately, he moves his fingers around, pinching your clit and then rubbing it gently with his thumb.
Your eyes squint shut and your mouth drops open.
Fuck, if only he could take a picture of you right now. Angel. Beautiful. Goddess.
You move your hand from his to run up his arms and over his neck.
He stares at you like you hung the moon. Each sigh of pleasure and twitch of your eyebrow eggs him on further.
The faster he rubs at your clit, the more your hips twitch and buck against his own.
Seungmin is panting with you, your hot exhales fanning over his wet lips.
“Inside, please.” You request. Seungmin wastes no time sliding his middle finger inside you.
Both of you moan together at the sensation. Your head tilts back and once more he latches his mouth to your throat.
He cannot get enough of the taste of your skin.
“Fuck, Seungmin…” you sigh and your head rolls around on your neck.
His speed picks up when you moan his name, he slides another finger inside you and curls them slightly to press on that spongy spot within you.
Your hips jerk against his wildly.
“Min… oh, fuck, Min…”
“Yes, yes, that’s right,” he pants into your neck. “Fuck yes,” he groans when you clench around him. “Fuck yes, baby, that’s right.”
The amount of pleasure he’s getting from just touching you has his head spinning.
With each flick of his thumb and thrust of his fingers, you approach the edge. Toes curling in your shoes.
“Min… wanna cum on your cock.”
Said cock jumps in his pants, he’s sure there has to be a wet spot showing from how much he’s oozing precum.
After a few more thrusts, he brings his fingers out of your core. You whine at the feeling.
Seungmin brings his fingers up to his mouth and licks around at the juices that cover your hand.
You taste so fucking sweet he could cry.
One of your hands grabs his wrist and you lean in, licking your own essence off his fingers at the same time.
He whimpers and every time your tongues meet around his fingers, sprawls fly behind his eyelids.
With your free hand, you reach down and pull his throbbing cock out from his pants.
When your skin makes contact with his, Seungmin hisses and his mind whites out.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
“Sit on my cock, please.” He begs shamelessly. It comes right out of his mouth before he can even stop it. “Please, please god, please. Need to feel you around me, Y/N.”
You watch him beg for a moment, he’s completely lost in the throes of pleasure and lust. His face is scarlet, eyes hazy and half-lidded. Lips swollen from kissing you relentlessly.
“You wanna feel me cum all over your cock, Min?” You whisper to him and his eyes roll back at your words.
“Please!” He begs. “Ride me until I fucking break, Y/N. I can’t fucking take it anymore.”
His hands slide everywhere all over your body again.
With a smirk, you lift off his lap and position your pussy right over his cock head. He can feel the humid head radiating down over him.
“Please, please, please, please— hnnnng!”
The stretch is so delicious and Seungmin’s head falls back as you drop down onto him. Your mouth drops open and your eyes squeeze shut.
“Fu— uh— uck.” You moan out and plant both hands on his chest.
“Mmmmoooove…!” he whines out between swollen lips.
Leaning forward, you bite his bottom lip and at the same time you lift your hips just to bring them down again.
Seungmin’s face twists up almost like he’s in pain from how much pleasure he feels. His legs feel numb. Every nerve is on fire.
You’re so hot and wet around him. It’s the only thing he’s able to focus on.
Just as soon as you’re lifting off him, you’re coming back down.
It’s so intense, every bounce on his lap sends Seungmin’s mind into orbit. Where is he? Are you both still in the library? Is he in a void of pleasure now?
“Wanted you for so long,” he cries out. “Thought about this every single day.”
“Yeah? You thought about fucking me?”
“Yes!” His head falls forward and his forehead rests on your chest. “Yes, yes, I did.”
“Thought about you all the time, Seungmin. Every time I would touch myself I would wish it was your fingers or your tongue.”
Seungmin whines so loud.
“Would stare at those beautiful lips, see your tongue come out. Wanna suck on it like candy.” yu continue.
He feels so powerless at the moment. His body is singing such a sinful song; moans, whimpers, whines, and groans all fall from his lips so easily. Like water spilling from a cup.
His head is spinning, he can’t think of anything else.
Warm vanilla and coffee has him in a death grip. But he would so happily die right now, completely consumed by you.
His eyes begin to glisten from the overwhelming pleasure, everything hitting him like a ton of bricks. You’re bouncing on his cock so well he thinks he might die.
The grip he has on your hips is so bruising, his fingers curl into your shirt.
Tears bead up in the corners of his eyes and he can’t do anything but let them fall, his face buried in your chest. The fabric of your shirt absorbs his cries of pleasure.
You grab his face and bring it away from your chest, looking down into his eyes. Seungmin’s pupils are blown out, tears freely falling down his cheeks.
“Feel good, puppy?” You moan out.
His eyes squint closed and his cock jumps inside you.
He can’t even form words to respond to you, all Seungmin is able to do is babble a few jumbled moans and grab you tighter.
How is he ever going to fucking walk again after this? Any time he ever smells your perfume he’s going to ruin his pants.
“So close to cumming all over you, Min. How would you like that? You want me to cum on your cock? Then you can fill me up?”
He’s gone, his bones are not in his body.
More tears spill down his face, you lean down and lick all the way from his jaw to his cheekbone.
A grunt punches from his chest.
“Close, close, close.” You pant in his ear before your walls clench down on him so hard, Seungmin sees white.
His vision is gone.
He’s cumming so hard he’s not sure he’ll ever come down to Earth. Your cunt is milking him for all he’s worth.
Is he making noise? He can’t tell. Seungmin could be screaming, he could be quiet, but he for sure has no idea.
A long few moments pass before his mind reboots and he feels you panting against his chest. Your fingers are carding through his sweaty hair gently.
He then picks up on your gentle coos in his ear, “So good for me, you did so well, Minnie.”
Seungmin’s arms move and he wraps them tightly around your waist.
“There you are, baby…” you whisper warmly into his ear.
Your fingers continue to scratch his head and comfort him closely. Eventually, you begin humming lowly.
Everything you’ve done tops the last.
After a bit, you pull back and look down at him. Seungmin stares up at you with an exhausted, fucked out expression.
“Hi, baby.” You whisper, running your fingers down his cheek, over his lips, then his chin.
“Hi.” He mutters back.
“Good?” You ask.
“Jesus fuck,” he groans and his head rolls into your hand. “I think I passed out.”
“Hmm,” you hum happily. “That is good, then.”
He turns his head and kisses your palm.
Both of you sit in silence for a few more moments.
“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now?” He suddenly turns shy even though he’s still buried inside you.
“Yeah, you’re not getting rid of me, Min.”
