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Seokmin lays on his back, fingers tapping on his stomach and mind wandering, while you finish up your nightly routine in the bathroom. He’s a bit nervous which isn’t abnormal for him, but the reason he’s nervous is definitely new.
Seokmin wants to ask you something, and he isn’t sure how you’ll respond. You’re always enthusiastic and confident in the bedroom, happy to take charge or happy to let him lead, but tonight, he wants to ask you to do something you’ve never done before, with him anyway.
It started when he was away, missing you and hoping porn would fill the void while you were unavailable for a call. It normally wasn’t enough, the sounds weren’t right and the girls didn’t look like you, and his imagination was great, but not good enough to pretend it was him and you and not two random people. That night though, he stumbled on something that made him harder than he could normally get without you around, something that made him cum so fast it was almost unsatisfying. But then he imagined doing it with you and he was hard again, jerking his cock almost frantically and picturing the view he would have if it was you. The second time around, he came hard enough to make his vision white out and his head spin.
Seokmin was almost embarrassed by his reaction to the video, and furtively added it to his bookmarks then tried to forget it. He couldn’t though, and now here he is, twiddling his thumbs and trying to calm his racing heart while he works up the nerve to ask you to sit on his face.
He’s already shamefully hard just thinking about it, and there’s no way he could hide it from you unless he rolls onto his stomach.
Seokmin’s already tried that and the friction just made him more sensitive and needy, so he stays on his back and reminds himself that you love him and you’d never be mean to him (in a way he didn’t like, that is).
The bathroom light switches off and you appear in the doorway, face fresh and dewy from your skincare and a sleepy smile stretching your lips. Seokmin can tell when exactly you notice his hard on, because your eyebrows raise and your smile becomes a smirk that just makes him harder. He presses his head into the pillow and whines, shy in front of you even after all this time, moving his hands to cover himself. You’re quicker than him though, and before he knows it you’re crawling onto the bed to straddle his thighs and settle yourself on his dick.
You’re so hot already, Seokmin can feel you even through three layers of fabric, and he can’t stop his hands from flying to your hips to pull you down harder against him. You can make him cum like this and you both know it, have washed enough sheets to last a lifetime, but that’s not what he wants tonight, so he stills your hips with an iron grip and takes a deep breath.
You stare down at him quizzically, opening your mouth to ask him what’s wrong, when he blurts out, “sit on my face, please?”
The smirk freezes on your face, your eyes growing wide and your fingernails digging into his chest in a way that makes him buck up into you, before you gather yourself and ask calmly, “say that again, Minnie?”
Seokmin blanches at the thought of having to say that sequence of words again, but you’ve always been a stickler for communication in bed and he knows you’re not trying to embarrass him. So, he gulps and kneads at the flesh of your hips like a stress ball, before repeating himself, “Honey, will you please sit on my face?”
Your smirk becomes a smile again and you narrow your eyes at him, starting a slow, deep grind again with your hips. Seokmin doesn’t have it in him to make you stop again, it just feels too good and if this is all he gets tonight, he’ll go to sleep happy.
“How long have you been thinking about this?” You ask slyly, like you know it’s been months and just want to hear him say it.
“Uhm, not that long,” Seokmin lies, his eyes shifting and corners of his mouth drawing down into a grimace. One of your hands smooths from his chest to gently hold his jaw and force him to make eye contact with you, your gaze penetrating and all knowing.
“Okay so, maybe since I was gone,” Seokmin exhales in a rush, unable to break eye contact with you and knowing better than to lie again. Your nails scratch over the stubble on his jaw, like a reward, and he leans into your touch unconsciously.
“Thank you for telling me, baby,” You breathe as you bend down to place a whisper of a kiss on his lips. He arches up into your lips, trying to coax you to kiss him harder, like you mean it, but you pull away, and Seokmin swallows his disappointed groan.
He can’t swallow the exultant whine that leaves him, though, when you sit up on your knees to slowly tug your pajama shorts down. His eyes track the fabric as it moves, exposing more and more of your luscious skin until his fourth favorite part of your body is revealed (heart, eyes, lips, pussy).
Seokmin can see you glistening already, your folds spread with the way you’re straddling him, and his hands slide from your hips down to your cunt, thumbs pulling your lips further apart. He glides them up and down your slick center, dipping both into your entrance and gathering more wetness to smooth over your clit. He keeps one there, thumb rubbing over your bundle of nerves and fingers stretched over your hip to press into your skin. His other hand moves down, middle and ring finger slipping into you with ease, and Seokmin bites back a moan when you start moving on his hand.
You’re so wet, he can hear the squelch over your breathing, and he can’t help but groan when he slides another finger into you and starts spreading you open. You’ve always opened up so beautifully for him, and Seokmin almost forgets what exactly he’d been after when you’d first sat down on him. You haven’t forgotten though, and you grab his wrist with one hand and sit back up on your knees, pulling his fingers from you. He tries to wrench his arm from your grasp to get a taste but you grip tighter, your nails pressing into his skin and making his dick twitch, and you raise a brow before asking softly, “I thought you wanted me to sit on your face, Minnie?”
Seokmin sucks in a gasp, swearing he can taste you on his tongue already, and nods frantically with a plea in his eyes and blown out pupils. He’s not above begging, he knows you know, and he honestly doesn’t think he’d mind doing it right now if it means he can get your pussy in his mouth.
It looks like he won’t need to though, because you shuffle forward to box his head between your knees, and Seokmin thinks he must’ve died and gone to heaven or nirvana or the good place or wherever because his next inhale smells like you and he can feel the soft skin of your thighs caress his ears. This is already better than his wildest dreams and he thinks if you suffocated him in your cunt right now he’d just thank you and ask for more. You’re still holding his wrist in your hand and you lean back, twisting around to tug the sheets and his boxers down before wrapping his still wet-with-you hand around his cock. You squeeze your hand over his once, turning your eyes to him and saying gently, “keep your hand there, okay, Minnie? If you need me to stop, just move it to my hips.”
You start inching down, stopping just before Seokmin can get his lips on you and he knows he needs to answer you, knows you’re looking for confirmation but all he can do is nod. His nose brushes your clit and he can feel you shiver around him, and suddenly your thighs relax and he’s enveloped in you. He can’t hear anything but your panting and the blood rushing through his ears, his eyes fighting to stay open through the onslaught of bliss as he stretches his tongue out to slide through your folds.
You taste exquisite, like always, but it’s different this time. Different when he’s surrounded by you like this, your pussy dripping into his mouth and your scent filling his nose and your weight on top of him, pressing him down into the bed and making him feel so safe and warm and loved.
Seokmin feels like he could cum just from this, just from all the sensations washing over him right now, and he wants to move his hand from his cock because it’s making everything harder (literally) but he knows you’ll stop and he’d rather die than lose this right now.
He can’t get enough, tongue dipping into your entrance gently before he loses all sense of self and just licks right into you ravenously, his nose bumping into your clit in time with his tongue, and he feels your hands delve into his hair, clenching tightly. Your cunt clenches too, pulsing around him and sending a shudder down his spine that he feels in his balls, and he realizes that it’s entirely possible he will cum from this.
Probable, even.
Seokmin doesn’t care, can’t care, when you start leaning into his movements and whimpering higher than he’s ever heard you, your fingers massaging his scalp and tilting his head back so you can get the perfect angle. He groans into you, loving that you’re taking what you want, dreaming about you using him like this again and again and again.
He shouldn’t get ahead of himself though, not before you’ve even cum once, so he stretches his tongue as far as it can go, tensing it inside you and grinding his nose into your clit. He can’t breathe, but who needs oxygen when he can taste your pussy on the air and feel your wetness sliding down his chin in rivulets to gather in the dip of his collarbones.
You’re crying now, Seokmin thinks, but isn’t sure because he might be crying too and all he can feel is you, your cunt on his face and your hands in his hair and your walls squeezing around his tongue. He can feel your clit throbbing on his nose, growing hard and swollen, and he slides his tongue out of your pussy to suction his mouth around you, bringing his free hand up to sink three fingers back into you from behind. Your hips jerk on top of him, and now he’s sure he’s crying, as you grind your pussy down into his mouth and start riding his fingers.
Seokmin can tell you’re getting close, knows you just need one tiny little push, and taps the tip of his tongue into your clit while curling his fingers into the rough patch inside you. Your thighs shudder around his ears, your cries reaching a fever pitch, and he feels you shatter on top of him, your wetness gushing out around his digits.
He pulls his fingers out and swiftly replaces them with his tongue, opening his mouth wide to catch everything leaking from you as he swirls your own wetness over your clit. You’ve never cum this hard before, except when he’s been edging you for hours, and Seokmin feels his mind go fuzzy as he drinks you in.
His fingers don’t stop though, and your orgasm doesn’t either, his tongue licking at your walls and seeking out more of the slickness dripping from within. Your back bows, your hair tickling at his forehead and your thighs twitching, as he drags you towards another climax. Normally, you need a bit of downtime before going again but he can already feel your walls quivering, your clit pulsing on the bridge of his nose, and he knows it won’t take long to break you again.
Seokmin digs his nose into your folds, rubbing the tip insistently at your clit and sliding his fingers back in alongside his tongue. Your cunt sucks him in deeper and he angles his chin up, shifting his jaw to rub over your perineum as he thrusts in and out, his tongue flicking between to draw more of your taste into his mouth.
You’re so wet he thinks he could fit a fourth finger, but decides to save that for next time because he can feel you nearing the crest again, feel your pussy clamp down so tight he can’t move his fingers. He curls them instead, squeezing his tongue through the spaces between and pushing his nose into your clit so hard he hears your muffled scream even through the thighs pressing over his ears.
It’s enough to make you cum again, and you collapse over him as your pussy floods his fingers and his mouth, his gasping breaths puffing out against your folds while the slickness seeping from you drips down his neck onto the sheets. Your cunt is still pulsing around him and Seokmin’s never felt more out of his body, out of his mind, as his hips arch up into the hand around his cock and he breaks too. His cum shoots out, painting his stomach white and dribbling into the grooves of his abs, his dick twitching in his grasp and throbbing with the heartbeat he can feel in his throat.
Seokmin is still coming back to himself when he realizes he really can’t breathe, and, as it seems you’re incapable of moving, shimmies down the bed to escape your thighs. He sits up, feeling your release drip down his neck to mix with his, and you roll onto your back in time to see him gather some up with two of his fingers and slide them into his mouth. Your whine is louder than his, even though you’re not the one with the most immaculate flavor of all time exploding on your tongue, and he decides that you deserve to taste it too. So he dips back into the mess on his stomach and takes your face in his hand, locking his eyes with yours as he pushes his thumb between your lips to pull your jaw down, sliding his fingers inside to press on your tongue. You close around him, your eyes fluttering shut as you grasp his wrist in your hand and suck his fingers deeper into your mouth.
Seokmin’s spent cock twitches against his hip, and he forces himself to breathe through the shudder rolling down his spine as you lick between his fingers, his brain screaming that he’d just done the same, except both were inside of you.
Nothing could ever be better than this, Seokmin thinks, until he’s sinking into the hot bath with your back against his chest and his cock buried deep within you, your breaths evening out until he knows you’re sleeping peacefully. He can hear the sheets tumbling in the wash, feel your heart thud against his, see your breasts rise and fall, and leans his head back to join you in slumber, knowing the buzz of the washer will wake you both before the bath gets too cold.