#joonsytip

Seungcheol is incredibly hot and you've noticed the way his eyes undresses you whenever in his vicinity. So when he trudges you inside your apartment, you don't protest.

“I’m here to collect payments.”, he tugs on your shirt and you obey immediately, “Let's see what's underneath, hmm doll?”

And you don't even speak a word when he cups your bare breasts and pumps them before stripping you entirely naked under his hungry eyes and eager hands.

His words are as vile as his gaze, “I'll be charging interest too, babygirl. Don't tell me that I didn't warn you already.”

"You can call me Cheol. You'll need it a lot tonight."

That's how you end up sitting on his face.

Your thighs shake as Seungcheol pulls you down harder onto his face, his palms spread wide across your hips and ass cheeks like he owns every inch of you, your body. You are straddling his broad chest, knee digging into the mattress, wet pussy pressed to his mouth while his sharp nose nudges obscenely against your clit every time he shifts, sucks and flicks.

He groans, hums low like burying his face between your legs is the most natural thing in the world. “Sit properly, darling. Can't feel you.”, his voice breaks off into a groan when you whimper, grinding against his tongue without meaning to. “That’s it, doll. Fuck, such a good slut for me.”

“Cheol, I c-can’t, it’s too much, oh god,” you whine, nails scratching into his shoulders for balance, chest heaving.

Seungcheol doesn't flinch, his lips latch onto your clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking with calculated precision. He drags you back and forth across his mouth like he is using you, but he is the one groaning deep into your cunt, throat vibrating against your soaked folds. You might pass out from the sensation.

“Ride my face harder, princess.”, he orders softly, calm but firm, like you have no choice but to obey. “Let me taste all of it. Don't hold back.”

Seungcheol is so pussy drunk that he barely registers that his other hand has held his cock is in his fist, big, thick and flushed, pumping in slow, deliberate strokes. Every time you moan louder, he squeezes himself harder, precum smearing down his length. The veins stand out angry against his pale skin, his hand streaks with the mess he’d already leaked.

Your keen hips rolling messily against his tongue, slick dripping down his chin and jaw, “You’re making me feel so good”.

You gasp, digging nails on his shoulders, “Cheol, I'm close… please….”

“So wet for me, darling”, his voice is calm but heavy with hunger, “Stay still and let me eat this cunt properly. This cunt is made for me, ain’t it, honey?”, he chortles.

“Cheol, can't hold anymore, gonna cum..”, you sob, thighs trembling uncontrollably as you try to lift off, but his grip has you pinned in place.

“Where are you off to, doll? If you're gonna cum, you're gonna have to do it right here, on my face.”, his voice drops, steady and rough. He groans into you, tongue pressing flat between your sopping folds while his nose rubs against your swollen, abused clit. He palms your thigh, calloused hands on your soft skin, kneeding the muscles to stimulate, coax your orgasm.

You scream as your orgasm rips through you, hips jerking down against his mouth, gushing all over his face. “Cheol.. oh god.. Cheol”

Seungcheol continues to eat you like a man starving, licking everything you give him, swallowing shamelessly as you soak his face and jaw. Your body shakes so violently that you think you’d collapse, but it doesn't stop him, tongue dragging slow circles on your clit as you sob from how sensitive you are. Your hands base at his hair now to anchor yourself.

He strokes his cock harder, jaw clenched, watching your wrecked face as he works himself over the edge. “shit, that's it.”, his voice drops into a guttural growl as his hips jerk, his balls tightening.

“F-Fuck!”, he comes undone with a sharp grunt, thick ropes of cum splattering hot across his abs, dripping down to his fist. He keeps stroking himself through it, groaning into your soaked pussy while you whimper and tremble above him.

When you finally slump forward, panting, his beautiful black hair damp from sweat, lips and chin glistening with your juices, he kisses your thigh with that maddening composure of his.

His eyes gaze up, sharp and dark, voice calm but wrecked, “Get on my cock, I need this pretty pussy wrapped around me. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Your eyes fly open, meeting his eyes, “I-I have work Cheol that I need to finish by tonight–”

He tuts looking at your wide eyes and fatigued physique without any consideration whatsoever, “Forget work and do me, will you now, doll?”