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yutasbellybuttonpiercing · 1 year

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Kinktober Day 25

Quirophilia: the sexual arousal caused by hands.

Pairing: Kim Dongyoung | Doyoung x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, college!au, strangers to lovers?? this is almost fluffy honestly... almost

Word Count: 1555 words

Warnings: fingering (f receiving), choking, finger sucking, kinda semi-public sexual activities, praise?

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

Kim Doyoung's hands. One of your favorite topics to daydream about during lectures and seminars. You believe that it's fate, honestly, that the universe has put you in every single class he chose this semester. Though you've never spoken to him, you feel like he knows about your little (read: huge, raging) crush on him, or rather: on his hands.

Never in your life had you seen hands like his before. They're immaculate, with long, slender fingers and wide enough palms to still look elegant. There's also something about the way he moves them, holds them, and uses them for holding his pen, turning the pages of his book, or ruffling his fringe.

You especially like when he does nothing with them except for letting them play with each other. The way his fingertips craze ever so slightly over the expanse of the back of his hand or fingers of the opposite hand. It always makes your mind wander to places it definitely shouldn't go while you're supposed to be learning about your field of study.

Anyway, back to your theory about him knowing of your... fascination for his hands. You really have nothing to support that statement. You just feel like he can feel your eyes on them every once in a while, and then proceeds to display them even more. Moving them around more, touching unnecessary things just for your enjoyment. You swear you'd even seen him smirk once or twice. You wonder if he's doing this to mock you, or if he likes the attention.

It's Friday, the last day of the week, which means that it's also the day where students have the least motivation to stay behind at lecture halls and/or seminar classrooms. And it seems like Kim Doyoung's noticed this as well.

The lecturer had finished the class early, then excused himself and hurried out of the hall. Completely perplexed, it had taken you a tad longer than usual to rip your gaze away from Kim Doyoung's digits and pack your stuff because before you can say Jack Robinson, the last person's already slipped out of the large doors, closing them behind them.

Well, not really the last person, you realize just seconds later as a presence sits down besides you. Confused, you lift your head only to meet eyes with Kim Doyoung's neatly styled head of hair.

You're eyes widen in a worried expression, as you blink at him. Then, he turns his head to look at you. His face is unreadable, he doesn't look particularly friendly nor displeased in any way, he just looks at you, then raises his eyebrows.

"C- uh," you say, "can I help you?"

Finally, Kim Doyoung's lips twitch to reveal a brief smile. "Don't you think I need to help you?"

"Eh?"

In response, he places his hand on the table top in front of you, just idly resting his long digits against the wood, but it's making you gulp. He knows. Nervously, you fidget with your sleeves, a shy chuckle leaving your throat. Play dumb.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Really? So this doesn't affect you at all?" He chuckles, then teasingly drags the tips of his fingers over the surface of the table. Instantly, you feel blood rush upwards into your face, making blush unmistakably, and you gulp once more.

"I- uh-"

"I've noticed, you know?" Kim Doyoung speaks lowly, a hint of teasing hidden in his voice. Your gaze burns into the back of his hand before you realize it, and when you do, it's already too late. He noticed. There's no denying it now.

"I'm sorry," you mumble.

"Nothing to be sorry about," he says, lifting the hand up to your face, placing the knuckle of his pointer finger under your chin to lift it up. Your wide eyes meet his feline ones, and you shudder at the intensity his gaze holds. "I like it."

"You do?" You whisper, afraid of scaring him away with any loud sounds.

"Yeah," he breathes, suddenly a whole lot closer to your face, "can I kiss you?"

"Y-yes," you confirm, nodding, and not even a moment later, his soft lips land on yours. It's just like they say in movies, or teen magazines: fireworks explode inside your chest and behind your eyelids. He's so soft, gently melting his lips into yours. He kisses you gently, no tongue, no spit, just comfortable warmth and softness that connects the both of you.

His unoccupied hand comes to hold your own, gently stroking over the back of it and you shudder in his touch. When he pulls back, you're left breathless.

Your gazes meet again, and Doyoung licks over his lips to savor your taste for a little longer.

"There's this fantasy I have," Doyoung says, and your eyes leave his to take in the way his hand creeps his way up your exposed thigh towards your skirt. "Would you like to live it out with me?"

Nervously, you look around, but there's no one around since this was the last lecture of the day. In addition to that, you believe that the relatively high table tops would function as good enough of a shield against the curious eyes of an intruder.

Hence, you nod, giving him the green light to continue. He does, immediately pushing your skirt upwards until it pools around your waist, your panties exposed to his eyes and touches.

You breathe out shakily as you watch his fingers stroke up and down your clothed slit. He teases you for a bit while his mouth dips down to your neck to leave featherlight kisses all over your skin.

Before you even know it, he's pulled your panties down far enough for them to pool around one of your ankles. One of your legs is draped over his thigh to keep you nice and open for him. His slender fingers touch between your folds, gathering your undeniable wetness to be able to circle your clit comfortably just seconds later.

You almost don't realize how good it feels because it just looks so good. His long, slender fingers touching you like this, their skin all wet from your juices, that you feel like you could finish from the sight alone.

Once Doyoung's satisfied with how worked up you are, he moves down to your hole again, circling it gently before dipping two of his fingers in. They're big, bigger than you expected, but the stretch is delicious and it forces a moan out of you.

"Shh, baby, don't want anyone to hear us, hm?"

You whimper, nodding, eyes still glued to where he's touching you. He resumes his action of filling you with his fingers, pushing in deeper until they're buried inside to the hilt. You swear that you've never seen anything even remotely as erotic.

Once he starts moving them, in and out, you release another moan involuntarily. Doyoung, seemingly amused by your inability to hold your sounds of pleasure in, carefully lifts his other hand to wrap around your throat. He doesn't put on any pressure yet, just feels if you like it.

And, God, do you like it, lifting your own hand to press his harder against your throat. Doyoung chuckles, but complies, pressing down on your pulse point all while simultaneously switching the penetrating motion of his fingers to something similar to a massage.

Your vision focuses and unfocuses, mouth agape as you try to watch what his hands do to you, tiny gasps flying from between your lips in the process. Doyoung presses the pads of his fingers inside you upwards, pushing right into your g-spot, and you clench around him.

"So pretty, so good for me," he whispers in your ear, then presses a kiss to your temple. The tight grip around your throat lightens. "Do you want to suck on them?"

You whine embarrassingly loud, nodding your head as you switch to looking at him with pleading eyes. His fingers then prod at your lips, his eyes focused on it, and you part them to let him push his digits onto your tongue.

He fills your mouth perfectly, pushing just far enough back for you to really feel it, but not so that you'd gag. The movements along your walls quicken, his thumb finds your clit, and your eyes roll back. There's no use in trying to look at anything anymore, what you're feeling is simply too much, overwhelming in the best way possible.

The tension in your stomach tightens, and you whine, hips bucking repeatedly to match his rhythm and to let him know you're close. He understands, movements not faltering in the slightest as he pushes you towards the edge.

"My pretty, pretty girl. You're so fucking perfect," he mumbles into your cheek, and it's then when you realize how close he is. The feeling of his form pressed against you just feeds into your need to orgasm.

So close, you're so fucking close, and it's when his lips on your cheek whisper "mine," that you cum, hard and intensely, feeling like you're almost losing consciousness from how good it feels to be with him.

"That's a good fucking girl," Doyoung mumbles, pulling his fingers from your mouth to be able to kiss you again, without any holding back this time.