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“You always do this babe,” says your boyfriend of nearly 4 years, Kim Seungmin.
“I know. I know,” you agree, looking down at him from your seat at the campus cafe as he tries to help you blot the coffee stain off your beige pleated skirt spread across your mid-thighs. His jet black hair falls strand by strand onto his forehead with each scrub of the paper towel. His lips pursed together in concentration. You could look at him forever.
“Put your jacket on your lap next time,” he abruptly jeers snapping you out of your daydream. “We’re going to be late to class, again.” He holds the bridge of his nose and lets out a heavy sigh. “I can’t listen to another lecture on professionalism and punctuality this week. Let’s go,” he asserts grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet all at once. You’re always surprised at how easy he can throw you around. You’re not small by any means, but not large either. You have hips, thighs, an ass. Not the type of woman you would envision your boyfriend with. He is not too tall, but not short either. He is lean with broad shoulders and slims out at the waist. His chest and biceps have the perfect amount of muscle to fit his frame. However, his cream v-neck sweater leaves a lot to the imagination, which is something you love about him. His legs are long and toned filling out his grey and navy plaid slacks that cling in just the right places. He is demure in every way and he is yours.
It’s your final week of class at the University of Technical Excellence, a small private college just on the outskirts of town, and due to your boyfriend’s diligence you make it to your Space and The Beyond elective. You don’t remember how or why you signed up for this class, but you do remember Seungmin’s large brown puppy like eyes begging you to take this one course with him. He even took it up a notch by pushing out his pink tinted bottom lip so it projected beyond his distinct cupid’s bow. “Don’t give me that look puppy,” you recall telling him before folding to him in minutes.
Seungmin lets go of your hand to open the classroom door. He sits near the door because he likes to leave without disturbing the class and you sit three rows over four desks back near the window in order to conceal your daydreaming. As you walk into the class of 15, you notice the board says, “What is the most memorable thing you learned this semester?” An easy enough last day assignment. Your classmates list an assortment of fun facts and new discoveries in response while you come up with your own.
“Y/N!” Dr. Lee shouts loud enough to startle you out of your seat, “It’s your turn to answer the prompt.”
“Hmmm…,” you begin, “that Seungmin wants to go to the moon.” The class erupts in laughter as you reference an inside joke that’s been ongoing since the first day of class. You look over to your dangerously amused boyfriend, who’s shooting daggers at you with his darkened eyes. You respond with your go to innocent look and stick your tongue out at him, which causes him to turn away.
“Very funny y/n. Okay, okay, settle down everyone,” Dr. Lee concludes the comedy hour by asking Seungmin for his answer.
“Well Dr. Lee, I think the most memorable thing I’ve learned from this class is yet to come,” says Seungmin to a sea of confused faces before locking eyes with you, flashing a devilish smile. “Always the cryptic one aren’t you Mr. Kim,” Dr. Lee chuckles to himself then dismisses the class for the year.
Once you gather the miscellaneous items that have made their way to your desk in the past hour: an allure rouge chanel lipstick, a pochacco handheld mirror, berry flavored hi-chew wrappers, oil blotting papers, you scan the room for Seungmin. “He’s so sly,” you thought unable to spot him. Soon after, you notice your iPhone 15 Pro Max screen illuminate with a message.
Seungi 🐶: “Old gym. Downstairs. Now.”
Your gut drops, your heart pounds out of your chest, you feel your body catch on fire. Your head starts to swim with the reasons why he wants you to meet him there. This has happened once before. It was in the first couple of months you dated when your situationship turned serious and your boyfriend was insatiable. He couldn’t last more than a couple of hours without having his body pressed against yours. Pinned, face to the wall, lips pressed against the side of your neck, his toned leg nudging you in between your thighs, one hand around your neck and the other covering your mouth, which he insisted was necessary to stifle your “whoreish moans” like they weren’t his doing in the first place.
Lost in your thoughts, the voices of fellow students and faculty fade on your descent towards the old gym. There is a faint light. You ease around the corner.
“You’re gonna pay for that,” a playfully serious voice echoes and you are vigorously pulled around the corner. A hand holds your wrists in one grip and elevates them above your head. You’re pinned (this is familiar). You see the culprit.
“Holy fuck! Seungi…you scared the shit out of me,” you say catching your breath. You don’t know when your breathing got shaky and unsteady but having your boyfriend’s large hand around both of your wrists and his presence engulfing you from above was not helping. He looks down at you and you can’t help but let out a choked moan.
“Wow, y/n. Already moaning for me and I’ve only looked at you,” he laughs. You see the twinkle in his eyes while you feel smaller and smaller by the second.
“Maybe, I’ll try to play it cool,” you thought. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I groaned because you’re annoying and you holding my arms up like this is uncomfortable.” You knew your attempts were feeble when he gets like this, but it never hurts to try.
“Awwww. Baby, you’re so cute when you try to play cool despite your body telling me what you want.” He moves his face towards you. Your cheeks are brushing and you realize you’re holding your breath. You feel his lips whisper against your ear. “Like you’re not so wet for me right now,” he says teasingly, which brings your attention to your increasing wetness. He juts his knee between your clenched thighs spreading them open and uses his free hand to confirm what he already knew. Damn you, Kim Seungmin. You release another whimpered moan at his touch against your damp panties. You really hate when he gets like this. His teasing is torture. All you can think about is how bad you want him inside of you, but you can never admit that. He would enjoy denying you the pleasure and making you beg more than you can manage.
“Seungi….puppy…Seungmin,” you say through strangled breaths, “why are you doing this?”
He pulls his face away from yours and bends over just enough to be face to face with you. “Well, that’s because you think it’s funny to make your little jokes in class and I’m here to show you it’s not.” He grabs your waist with one hand and turns you around. His other hand is still around your wrists pinning your arms above your head. You feel your nipples harden pressing against your white long sleeve button up blouse and suppress another moan. You really wish you wore a bra with more padding today.
“And, don’t forget this morning. You thought you could have me on my knees cleaning your skirt without consequence? Your stupidity is adorable.” He finally drops your wrists, but quickly pulls up your skirt to get a view of the mess you’re making as your slick starts to coat your inner thighs. “Apologize and maybe I’ll let you off easy.”
These past five minutes feels like five hours. Seungmin always takes his punishments seriously, but at school? The thought drives you mad. You hear him unbuckle his belt and his slacks drop to the floor. You feel him slide your underwear to the side before pressing his above average length against your ass and his fingers enclosing around your throat. “Apologize,” he demands pressing harder into you and tightening his grip.
You’re so horny at this point you’ll do anything to get the teasing to stop. “Seungmin, I’m sorry. I’m so dumb. I’m just a dumb slut. I don’t know what I was thinking. I wasn’t-,”
“Shut up,” he interjects tightening the grip he has around your neck once more. “I said apologize, not be pathetic.” You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smirking. You hear him shift and start to feel his cock line up at your entrance.
You can’t help but let out one one more pathetic plea, “Please Seungi. I’ll be good for you. Need your cock so bad, so so bad.” Your voice becomes weaker and weaker as you feel him giving you what you begged for.
“Fuck,” he pants. “You really are a desperate whore. You’re so wet for me.” He slides in easily and wastes no time filling you up completely. You feel his fingertips dig into your hips as he increases his pace. His hips crash into your ass with every thrust. You can’t help but moan his name along with a string of profanities.
“Fuck…ah- Fuck, yes Seungi….so desperate for you…only a whore for your cock.”
“God, yes. Only for me,” he says making his hold around your neck tighter and tighter. Your body is overstimulated and with just a little more pressure you will come undone. As soon as you start to gasp for air, he lets go and pulls out. You groan at sudden emptiness. Before you can complain, he turns you around and squeezes your chin between his thumb and pointer finger forcing you to stare into his love drunk gaze. You see him scan every inch of your face, down your neck where he can see your clavicle retracting from your heavy breathing, sweat glistening across your skin. You follow his gaze down as he unbuttons your blouse one by one exposing your dark blue lace bra and your cleavage spilling over the top. He presses his lips onto your chest. His hot breath against your skin causes you to squirm trying to get any friction on your aching core.
“Why’d you stop?” you’re barely audible. He glances up at you, “Because I want to see your face, when I make you cum.” He lifts you up and presses your back into the wall, so you can wrap your legs around his hips. Seungmin finds his grip holding you up underneath your upper thighs, so he can position you onto his cock once more. You feel every inch of him as you slide down onto him and grab his broad shoulders for support. First, he locks his glazed over espresso colored eyes with yours then rolls his hips against you back and forth painstakingly slow. You feel every inch of him gliding easily against your walls. You feel the vein that runs a long the side of his cock, which you love to trace with your tongue. As gravity pulls you down, you feel his cock head hit the spot that has you screaming his name.
“Seungmin…seung…too mu-“, he cuts you off pressing his pillowy lips against yours. His tongue immediately enters your mouth. He sucks and plays with your tongue coating your saliva with his. You moan into his mouth at the sound of your lips smacking and your pussy gushing around his cock. When he pulls back from your face, a string of spit keeps you connected.
“Don’t do all that. Unless you want someone to hear?” he moves to re-position you against the wall where he can fuck into you with more force.
“Seung!” you shout unsuccessful in stifling your moans.
“You don’t listen and you’re such a fucking slut. I bet you want people to hear how good I fuck you.” He doesn’t let up and he sees your eyes go into a haze. He watches how his forceful hips make your breasts pop out the top of your bra. He feels you clenching around his cock and doesn’t know how much longer he can last with you looking so fucked out and desperate.
“Lay on the floor,” he demands releasing his hold on you. Your legs feel like jello, but somehow you’re able to unwrap them from your boyfriend’s waist.
“But…the floor is…dirty,” you pause on your descent.
“And you aren’t?” he questions arching an eyebrow, “you seem like a filthy whore to me. Get on the floor or I won’t make you come.”
You scramble to follow his commands. He is quickly on top of you completely tearing off your top and panties, which leaves you in your bra, skirt, and mid-calf socks. He throws off his sweater and you see his beautiful torso in all its glory. You can’t help but release a guttural moan at the sight of your godly man. His wide shoulders have a slight sheen of sweat from how hard he’s been fucking you, his abs are clenching and his biceps are more prominent than usual from holding you up for a few minutes.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” He wants to blush, but he knows he can’t right now. Not when he has you right where he wants you.
“You….sir….,” you shift your gaze down, but reach out to grab his arms pulling him closer. “Please, want you….want your cum.”
“Sir…? Say that again. Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yes, sir…”
“Do you want me to fill your pathetic pussy up with my cum?”
“Ye…yes, sir…pathetic. I need it.” Your voice is hardly more than a whisper.
“Wow…” he says watching how much you’ve shrunk from demanding him around this morning and making him the butt of your jokes. He loves when you’re like this and his dick grows even harder at the sight. “Open your legs.”
You obey immediately and he starts to fuck into you like it’s his last day on Earth. You notice his dick is hitting even deeper than before, teasing at your cervix. “More…please…seungi- sir, so close.” Seungmin can’t take it anymore, watching you laid out on the floor taking his cock so well and begging for it like a good girl.
“I accept your apology. I’ll fill you up baby,” he nearly sings as he takes hold of one of your nipples, giving it a squeeze, and pins your hips to the floor with his other hand. The combination of his voice, the slight pain from the squeeze of your bud, and his relentless strokes against your cervix has you seeing stars and coming undone. You clench around him and he finds immediate relief when he feels your cum coating his cock. His face is right next to yours and he engulfs your lips with his as you both ride out your orgasms with shaky breathes.
Seungmin rolls onto floor next to you, his back slightly sticking to the dusty gym floor. He watches as you catch your breath and starts to stroke your hair in the way he knows that soothes you. He chuckles, “I assume that’ll be the last time you mess with me in public like that…”
“Um…..I definitely will be doing that again.”
“God…you really are such a slut for me,” he teases giving you a deep and sincere kiss to finish off the school year.