i've been having a seungkwan brainrot and i cant stop thinking about how riding sk's face would be like 🤕🤕
Firstly,
Secondly,
Warnings: face sitting, wap reader, fingering, cum eating
Word count: ~700
I fully think Seungkwan would feel more nervous and self conscious than you do, like he’d be doing deep breathing exercises as you climb up to rest your knees next to his head and he’d be so concerned with your comfort, I could see him asking you to turn around and sit the other way.
Not so he can have his dick in your mouth, but because he remembers that last time you’d had trouble holding onto the headboard and he figures this way, you can just lay right down on his chest. He’ll have to crane his neck a little, but as you settle on top of him and press your cheek into his stomach, Seungkwan can’t find it in himself to give a fuck.
It’ll be good for his jawline anyway, he thinks, lifting his head off the bed to lick into you, hands on your ass to spread you open. Seungkwan discovers that like this, he can see you so clearly, see your wetness glistening on your folds, your entrance tensing and relaxing like your cunt’s just dying to be filled. It only makes sense for him to slide his palms inward, slip the middle fingers of both hands inside, pull your lips apart with his thumbs so he can lick right at your clit.
His neck is getting a bit sore though, so he grabs another pillow to prop his head up and hauls you up higher on his body. Your nails dig into his abdomen in surprise and make his balls tighten, the head of his cock leaking precum into his boxers, leaving a growing damp spot. He ignores it for now, knows he’ll cum later, with you or by himself, and sucks your clit into his mouth with a groan.
The angle is better like this, Seungkwan realizes, his fingers able to reach further inside you and his tongue able to press harder onto your nerves, and when you gasp his name and start grinding your hips onto his face, Seungkwan wonders why he hasn’t been doing this every night since he met you.
No matter, he’ll just have to sit you on his face every night from now on, to make up for lost time.
Seungkwan can feel you getting tighter, your clit pulsing in his mouth and your pussy clenching around his fingers, and he decides you’re ready to cum.
He just needs a better taste of you first, so he slides his ring fingers in too and spreads you open enough for his tongue to fit snuggly in between.
You keen, your walls throbbing around the four fingers inside of you, and Seungkwan whines when a gush of your wetness meets his tongue.
Fuck, he loves how you taste, loves drinking you in, groaning into your pussy and feeling you clench, knowing it’s all because of him.
You’re almost there, and Seungkwan is happy to help you along, returns his tongue to your clit and presses down hard, shifts his wrists down so his fingers can dig into your gspot, and you cum, breaking apart on top of him and sobbing into his stomach. Your hips roll on his face, and he holds his tongue out so you can take what you want, feels his cock jump with every pulse of your walls around his fingers, answers every cry leaving you with a groan.
Seungkwan is covered in you by the time you’re done, your essence dripping down his jaw and neck onto the pillow, his fingers still deep inside your throbbing pussy, the taste of you heavy on his tongue, your body boneless on top of his, and fuck, he’s never felt better in his life.
He could go for another though, Seungkwan supposes, tentatively gliding his tongue over your clit and grinning into your pussy when you just whine and nod, sliding your hands down to dig your fingers into his thighs.
Something for him and something for you, Seungkwan thinks, before he closes his eyes and lets himself drown.
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