A long night with me...

okay, i can't be the only one who thinks gi hun deserves to be manhandled. c’mon, take a good look at that man and tell me he doesn't. the devastation in his eyes upon hearing the most tragic news–almost like a kicked puppy of sorts, or witnessing the deaths of several of his teammates elicits in me a feeling that i can only describe as unabated sadism.

i’d love nothing more than to watch him suffer; with tears streaming down his cheeks as lewd gasps and whines are ripped from his throat as you spend hours between his legs edging him mercilessly with your mouth and tongue.
you’re delirious from how he tastes. the way his precum spurts and seeps down your tongue past the ring of your throat makes the soft patch of warmth between your legs all the more unbearable.
he’s shaking and whining, rocking his hips up towards you. his chest is heaving and he’s begging for more than the bit of suction you’re providing him. no matter how desperate you are to relent, you don’t. you find that his torture is your pleasure. you’d keep up at this all night if it meant getting to watch him slowly break.
like clockwork, you sneak a hand up his thigh and you fondle and massage his tight balls, and the gasp he lets out is almost melodic.
“p-please, y/n, i’m so close..!” he’d babble on breathlessly, his cock throbbing and more than ready to burst.
cruelly, though, you release him with a wet pop and sit back, listening to him cry out and groan from yet another painful edge. you smirk and lower down and mercifully grant the head of his cock tiny kitten licks. he spasms and whimpers, jerking away from you because of how sensitive it feels. you tut, reminding him that you were far from done. gi hun doesn’t stop you from grabbing him by the hips and pulling him back towards you, moaning as you envelope his cock with your mouth once again. that slick warmth is almost enough to tip him over the edge.
almost.
it was going to be a long night.