bk! ohyul: what started as an accidentally forgetting to pull out on time became a habit he's become obsessed with repeating. maybe it’s his poorly veiled possessiveness that shows up in these moments. the idea that it’s his come filling you up and no one else’s.

bk! ohyul: who would lazily use the tip of his dick to spread it inside you. an oddly fascinating view. there’s the thrill of pushing back the excess cum straight into you. letting it coat your walls. letting it drip down your thighs. he'd use his fingers sometimes too. and watch the way you'd squirm at the sticky sensation. sensitive from the overuse.

bk! ohyul: who won’t even completely remove your panties but rather prefers you have them on. just pushed to your side so his releases lands on them and he can store it to future memory. sort of like a token. he'd buy you extra pairs just to get another chance to ruin them

bk! ohyul: who switches position just to see his cum run down your thighs. like when you're laying on your back, your hips hoisted against his thigh and he's using his strength to lock your waist in place. he drills into you in precise points and your body reacts equally.

when you'd get shy as youd sometimes do. his stare too intense. a pillow thrown over your face so you can hide just for a moment. but ohyul hates that more than anything. he wants to see you. wants to watch both sets of your lips .

bk! ohyul: who makes it his mission to not come before you do. he's done it once before and hated it. of course he'd always make sure you get your own release if it happens.

he knows how to pull it out of you easier. knows that you get a thrill from having him biting the soft skin below your jaw, just above your collarbone. how you clench automatically when his teeth indents on your skin. the way you'd whine out the longest moan and he'd smile in between the bites.

bk! ohyul: who doesn't really like the idea of being a parent right now. when you're both so young and have goals for your careers. really it's the intimacy of it all. how he'll sneak in a quickie at events and him knowing that you're sitting with his loads between your thighs as you greet his friends politely.

that sort of feeling rather than the physical act of conceiving a baby.

munch! ohyul: who doesn't give two shits whether you forgot to shave that week or that you hadn't taken a shower yet. he's always ready to devour you on any occasion. anytime and in any condition. save the embarrassment for the past boys you messed with. he's above that. an eater with no complaints of the dessert being served.

munch! ohyul: who starts off slow. his tongue dragging slowly, and deliberately over your clit, almost teasing. he'd wait for your reactions calculating which exact spot made you unravel more and stick it.

munch! ohyul: whose thumbs worked just as great as his tongue. and who'd use it to double torment (please you.) thumb brushing over the spot that got the most primal noises out of you. the same spot his mouth has just been. mercilessly circling your clit. eye contact maintained through it all.

the pressure would be too much. and you'd try to close your legs just slightly. ohyul didn't let you. not this soon. not when he's just getting started. how silly of you to even try and fight him on that.

his broad shoulders keeping your thighs parted effortlessly. his fingers curling tighter over your hips, holding you down as if he knew you'd squirm again. he'd just smile amused. "too much princess?" he'd ask in that infuriatingly mocking tone that you despised liked.

munch! ohyul: who'd pull back, as if your legs weren't shaking before him. his lashes unfairly dark as you looked to him between your thighs. unhurried expression glossing his face. why rush when he had all the time in the world to work you up. he'd never hurry. letting the moment stretch until you were squirming. until your hips lift involuntarily seeking more of his tongue.

he'd reward you for taking it so well. for being his good girl with a long swipe of his tongue across your clit. his lips savoring each swipe.

munch! ohyul: who you swore you could feel smiling between your thighs. his tongue lapping the juices that spilled. the vibration of his laughter making your arousal even more sharp.

munch! ohyul: who'd remind you that he's a swallower. never a spitter. he'd make it obvious of it. loudly and obscenely swallowing your dripping clit. even if your eyes couldn't stay open to see him do it. you'd get the chance without question to hear him.

munch ohyul: whose thumb presses into the crease of your thighs, keeping your hips open wider. like he wanted to see how messy you were for him. like he wanted you to watch.

you hated that you did. even when you wanted to continue to hide behind a pillow or your hands. watching helplessly as your own slick glistens on his chin.

"tastes even better when you're pretending to be shy." ohyul would comment lightly.

munch! ohyul: who doesn't stop his persistent lapping of your juices. not even when you whimper, your fingers tugging at his hair. you're oversensitive and overstimulated - he'll just continue, his tongue rough.

he's humming between your thighs. the vibration sending another jolt through your spent body. drawing a broken noise from your throat. even if you try to push away from him. your hips twitching for some break from the overstimulation. ohyul would just chuckle. delighted.

munch! ohyul: who'd help you through the climax. your hips tightening instinctively. your vision threatening to go out. he's letting you come. but he's not always letting you come undone gently.

muscles taut. your toes curling into the sheets. you're gasping for air. and he'd continue sucking until the the aftershocks simmered in their intensity.

once the aftershocks subsidesd completely. he'd place a soft kiss between your inner thigh.

munch! ohyul: who'll do quickies if time wouldn't permit him to thoroughly take his time. even if you're in a hurry he's not going to compromise the joy of getting to eat you out

he's sloppily slurping you up, one of your legs thrown messily over his shoulder. you whining with not much bite about how you'll both be late. and he'll just nod mildly paying attention when his focus is solely on your glistening cunt.

"would hate for us to miss it." he'd coo with mock worry. his mouth going in and out . each time messier than the last.

munch! ohyul: who loves to eat you out for the sake of it. sometimes not even wanting anything in return. he just loves the way you taste, loves the way you scream, loves the way you moan out his name.