somebody has to get me when i say yeonjun loves getting sat on. like, straight up suffocating in pussy with his tongue attempting to try and prod at your heat, but the problem he’s currently facing pulls a whine from his throat: you’re hovering over his face not sitting. hes made a few attempts of pulling you down with having a firm grip on your thighs, but you’re so set on your position, that he’s unsuccessful each god damn time. “why’re you not sitting?” he finally asks, brows furrowed.
you’re shocked by hearing his voice, looking down between your legs, confusion etched your expression. “i—i am?”
“no, you’re like—hovering. i want you to sit.”
when he still sees the confusion set on your face, he takes it upon himself to wrap his arms around your thighs again. the gasp you let out when he pulls you down completely on his face is loud. this entire time your legs have been trying to hold you up from losing composure and possibly suffocating him—but he pulls you down on purpose. does he want to be suffocated? (yes, in fact, 100% the type to say it’d be an honor to die while getting pussy)
when he gets the satisfaction of your body loosening up from the shock, he flicks his tongue, your arousal making a wet mess on his face, some leaking down and collecting on his chin as he nuzzles further in. anything he attempts to say is muffled out, nose brushing up your clit making you squirm as you try to hold in any sound. that’s what he likes about eating you out— the squirms and attempts to not seem affected, but you are and its even more obvious when your hand goes to his hair, gripping hard.
yeonjun who tries to guide you, tapping a finger on your thighs as if to encourage you to move, to grind your pussy on his face, further restricting his breathing —he loves it so much his dick’s practically throbbing in his pants, twitching in the restriction when you don’t waste a second with a timid movement— gliding your pussy forward, squeezing your eyes when you feel yeonjun’s nails further digging into your thighs. you slowly roll your hips, rocking against his mouth— his tongue lapping at your pussy like a dog with a bone, feeling yeonjun’s low groan every time you jolt as it sends a small vibration. does not a miss chance to suckle on your clit, he’s so harsh with it that the pain fails to subside you—but it blends in with the overwhelming pleasure that clouds your mind that you can barely differentiate between the two. and when you finally orgasm, barely catching your breath as your fingers loosen its grip on his scalp, you snap out of your haze and with panic get off his face— a dumb grin is plastered on, lips red and glistening with your juices, his entire mouth area wet from your slick, eyes watering and pupils blown out—an absolute mess of a man but a man who just got a girl to cum on his face nonetheless. (p.s his pants are warm, sticky and gross— he came too like the absolute simp he is)
