Kpop Imagines Hot 18+ Kinktober 2023

Praise Kink + ATZ Seonghwa

Seonghwa sighs dreamily as he trails his hands along the hills and dips of your body, entranced by your soft skin and curves. He's seen you bare countless times but each feels like the first, and, as always, he can't shake the desire to touch every square inch of you.

"You're so beautiful, baby. Want you to sit on my face," he exhales, settling on his back and helping you to climb up. He wants to be buried in you, wants your taste on his tongue and your cunt on his lips, wants your perfect pussy to be all he knows.

You're shy at first, hovering above him with your lip bitten between your teeth, and he tries to be patient for you but eventually, his need gets the better of him. He sets his hands on your hips and tugs you down, letting you sink the last inch or two on your own before groaning roughly and diving in.

He starts by getting as much of you on his tongue as he can, dragging it from your weeping entrance all the way up to your swollen clit and letting you feel his moan as he swallows you down. You tremble above him, your hands clinging tight to the headboard and your thighs untensing just a little bit more.

"That's right, baby, relax for me. Good girl," he murmurs into you, smiling when he feels you shiver at his words and the feeling of them vibrating against your clit. He lifts his head just enough to wrap his lips around it and suck, slowly backing off just to make you follow him until you're fully resting on his face.

It's sublime, being surrounded by you like this, and Seonghwa decides to thank you with his tongue pressed to your clit and two of his fingers stretching you from behind. He curls them into your g-spot as soon as he finds it, stroking the ridged patch inside of you in time with his tongue as it moves over you.

You yelp at the new stimulation, writhing above him as he starts to build you up, spreads your walls open with a third finger and laps away at your clit until you're practically riding his face and fingers, just like he wants. One of your hands leaves the headboard and sinks into his hair, tugging his head back so you can grind on his tongue and making him moan so loud, even he can hear it through the blood rushing in his ears.

He wants to talk to you but his mouth is busy, so he just thinks it all instead and hopes you pick up on it somehow.

So wet for me, so fucking hot and tight and perfect. Need to make you cum, need to feel it, taste it, drink it down. Love this pussy, love how you use me, love you, love you, love you.

And he does, fuck, he loves you so fucking much, he can't stand it sometimes. Feels sick with it. Feels it taking up all the room in his heart and all the space in his brain. Feels it coming through in every touch, every word, every minute with you.

Feels it in the silence too, in the moments in between, in the thick darkness of nights spent without you.

Right now, it's all he can feel, this overwhelming tidal wave of sheer devotion, and as you seek your pleasure on his face, it takes everything in him to keep his fingers moving and his tongue firm for you. It's difficult when his heart feels so swollen with love, when he aches to feel you wrapped around him in every sense, but he asked for this and he would rather die than stop you now.

You're close, he can tell. Your walls are fluttering wildly around his fingers and your clit is throbbing on his tongue, and the sounds escaping you are nigh unholy. They're enough to make his cock jump in his boxers, make it leak and pulse and ache, and he can only hope you aren't too worn out for him after.

It doesn't matter, because you're cumming, fuck, he can feel you cumming, feel your inner muscles undulating and your hard clit beating like a tiny heart as you gasp and whine and shake above him. He guides you through it, curling his fingers through your tightness and suctioning his lips around your clit until you're squirming away in sensitivity.

He lets you go, follows as you tip onto your side and holds your trembling body, murmuring to you, "Did so good for me, baby. Came so pretty."

"Seonghwa," you exhale weakly. "Wanna feel you inside."

"Okay, sweetheart, whatever you want," he breathes as he pulls his cock out of his boxers, pumping twice before lining the head up with your entrance and sinking home. You didn't ask him to fuck you so he stays still, his hips flush with the curve of your ass and his arms holding you to his chest.

You're unbelievably hot around him, so wet he practically slipped in, and as much as he wants to move, he would also be content to just lay here and feel you. Minutes pass, or maybe hours, and still, Seonghwa stays stagnant inside of you.

Until you start to clench down on his dick and push your ass into him.

Then, he can't resist drawing his hips back and rolling them forward, shivering at the chilly air on his glistening cock before pressing a kiss to your neck and burying it inside of you again. You gasp at the feeling, arching your back to give him a better angle as he starts up a slow, gentle rhythm.

He lingers every time he fills you again, your perfect cunt sucking him in deeper like you don't want him to leave. The veins of his dick drag against your plush walls, and when he tucks a hand between your thighs to feel at where he's plugging you up, they spasm and flutter around him.

"God, I can feel how your cunt stretches to fit me," he groans, almost wounded by the feeling under his fingertips, by the sensation of his cock spreading your entrance wide. He grinds his palm into your clit and helps you move with him, pulling you back into his thrusts as he fucks you deep and dirty.

He's already getting close, already feeling that coil starting to tighten and heat in his belly, and it's all he can do to keep his pace, to keep from bucking into you wildly, to keep from using you to reach his own end. You just feel too fucking good for him to last, searing hot and soaking wet and clenching so tight, he can feel his heartbeat in his dick.

You're everything, everything good and right in the world, everything to him, and the closer he gets to breaking, the more he wants to tell you.

"Love you so much, baby. Fuck, can't live without you, you know that?"

"Feel so perfect wrapped around me like this, shit. My good fucking girl."

"I never wanna stop, never wanna-God, fuck. Never wanna not be inside of you. Please fucking cum, baby, please cum for me."

And with that, you do. Your pussy ripples around him, pulls him in and pulls him under, and the last thought he has before his brain goes offline is how goddamn lucky he is to have such a good listener for a girlfriend.