#salmonkcrumbs

facetiming ohyul after work and he picks up fresh out the shower, hair wet, skin still glistening, looking at me like i’m the only thing that matters while i ramble about my day. he keeps saying “mhm” and “tell me more baby” in that low voice… but i can clearly hear the wet, rhythmic strokes of his hand sliding up and down his cock.

he’s not even trying to hide it anymore. every time i pause, he strokes faster. i can see his arm moving, his chest rising quicker, breath getting heavier, but he still wants me to keep talking. so i do. i tell him every little detail, voice sweet and soft, while he jerks off like a perv to the sound of me.

😁 i feel like ohyul gets terrifyingly quiet when he’s rough..

no teasing. no cocky little comments. just heavy breathing and that dark, unblinking stare locked on your face the entire time.

he would folds you in half, pressing your knees to your chest, and fucks you with deep, punishing strokes. his eyes never leave yours! intense, almost feral, watching every tear, every moan, every time your mouth falls open in a silent cry. the eye contact feels more intimate than the way he’s splitting you open.

his jaw stays clenched, sweat dripping from his hair onto your skin as he rails you harder. your pussy squelches obscenely around his cock with every brutal thrust, but he doesn’t say a single word. he just stares. like he’s memorizing exactly how you break for him.

every time you try to look away from the overwhelming intensity, his hand grips your jaw firmly and forces your eyes back to his. no words. just that heavy, possessive look that says you’re his to ruin tonight.

and you expect this man to be gentle when he finally gets you under him?