Pussy drunk Sunghoon is my favorite thing to imagine. I like to think that at first he'd be cocky, teasing and degrading you for getting so wet for him.
"Mmm, that's right, darling. Keep that pussy nice and fucking wet for me, yeah?"
"Dick must feel so fucking good, huh, baby? You're making such a mess, Princess."
Then, you notice his breath start to hitch, his eyes going hazy and unfocused. Brows pinching together as airy little moans float past his lips. All of a sudden he isn't talking his shit anymore. When you're tight little snatch is throbbing and stroking and sucking and swallowing him in an entire fucking ocean of juices from your previous orgasms and copious amounts of arousal from how he's talking to you, he becomes a mess. A broken, brainless, desperate mess. So drunk and high on the feeling of you soaking his hard dick, that he can hardly form a single thought in his mind, let alone a sentence. And maybe you'd find it amusing if you weren't so fucked out yourself. The way his smart mouth has been reduced to blissful whining, and moaning like the slut he is for pussy. He can't get over how fucking GOOD you feel swallowing his dick with your abused hole. Gummy, swollen walls all gushy and wet for him. He's losing touch with reality, his head is fuzzy, he's barely capable of muttering about how otherworldly you feel into your ear, his kisses are so sloppy and wet, and he's moaning so often, so loud.
You can tell from the expression on his pretty face that he's gone. That he's ridiculously pussy drunk. Plump, pouty lips are quivering and are formed into an O, like he can't fucking believe that he's got such good pussy at his disposal. Juicy and tight, and perfect and all his. His dark brows are furrowed into a straight line and those thick lashes flutter over his lust-blown eyes.
He can't help but to feel a bit embarassed, almost ashamed that he feels so good, that you've turned him into your shaking, blubbering whore, desperate for your cunt, unable to pull out more than an inch or two at a time because he honestly never wants to separate from your heat. His hips hardly lifting from yours, cock dragging through your insanely sensitive walls, just barely pulling out, his pelvis smushed against your clit hard enough for him to feel it throb and ache and pulse for him, smearing your wetness up his stomach and groaning at the slippery clench of your quivering walls.
Your fingers trail down between the two of you, a grin on your face as you gather up your slick and offer your cum coated fingers to Sunghoon. His eyes stare drunkenly into yours as he engulfs and sloppily licks and sucks on your digits, feeling dirty and nasty and so fucking turned on. Your sweetness spreads to every taste bud on his tongue, and he inhales your aroma deeply, feeling lightheaded and dizzy with lust, dick twitching repeatedly as he fills all of his senses with you. He thinks he's going to disintegrate when you pull your fingers from his mouth, just to suck them into yours.
At this point, both of you can barely speak, the untamed moans tumbling past your lips halting you from being able to tell the other to please, please baby keep going, to go faster, to cum, anything. He’s feral. Absolutely fucking unhinged. Nearly drooling into the pillow next to your head while he rolls his hips into yours with an increasingly sloppy rhythm, listening to the sticky wet slapping of his thrusts, his dumb, little brain empty except for a single thought replaying over and over, 'I have to cum'.
And he doesn't know what exactly it is about this particular moment, but it's so, so intense that maybe his eyes start to water a bit and a choked whimper escapes his throat. He's experiencing an avalanche of emotions and endorphins and pleasure and it's making him completely dumb and sniffly. He's crying over and over how much he loves you, he loves you, he loves you so, so much. You feel so good around him, he can’t take it. He feels like he's dying, like he's floating, like nothing has ever felt this good before, and for a tiny milisecond his brain clears and he wonders what kind of fucking aphrodisiac he's been slipped because he can't recall pussy ever being as fucking life changing as what he's currently enjoying. He wants to swim in it, live in it, put a fucking kid in you so that you can never leave him, and he can experience this ecstasy every day for the rest of his life. His brain goes completely foggy once again as he feels his drenched balls start to tighten in anticipation.
He's not gonna last. He wants to cum inside, with your taste in his mouth, on his tongue, wants to feel his throbbing tip push past that teeny tiny little cervix and pulsate and leak and nut all in your womb. "Please, baby?" He's begging for it like his life depends on it between hiccups and gasps and stuttering thrusts that hit as deep inside of you as he can get, it knocks the wind out of him as much as it does you. He's so deep, you briefly muse to yourself that you can practically feel him in your brain. He's clingy. So, so clingy. Strong, muscled arms bringing your bodies so close together that you can hardly tell where he ends and you begin. Because he needs you close to him, needs you to feel as insane, and drunk, and blissed out as he does.
And finally he busts, his teary brown eyes rolling back into his head, body seizing up and shaking violently, toes curling, nearly screaming as his climax pulls him under. You try to tell him that the way he's throbbing and gushing and filling and annihilating your insides is totally overstimulating you, but Sunghoon is practically on another planet, completely oblivious to your sensitivity to anything except the mindblowing, brain-numbing, spine melting orgasm he's suffering through. He's cumming and cumming and cumming, tears finally streaming down his hot, red cheeks, orgasmic sobs of pure pleasure and euphoria bubbling out of his raspy throat. You want to tell him to breath through it, watching as that blush spreads from his cheeks out to his ears and down his neck dusting over his huffing chest. And he can hardly get a clear word out, but as you listen and try to make sense of his garbled, cum-drunk groveling you finally understand what he's saying.
“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you s'much! S'good, fuck! hnngh....” He slurs, body wracked with shivers as he rocks weakly through the aftershocks.
Looks like he might be the one needing aftercare when you're finished.