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@Vagueja69
dating a real eater for the first time in my life and i just. yeah. Wow
Aug 22, 2025 · 29.2M Views
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↳ @Vagueja69 · Aug 22
sorry but i wanted to tell someone
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↳↳ @takhana · Aug 22
Never apologize
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↳ @tidepodzol · Aug 22
My innocent ass thought you were talking about someone who eats a lot of food before I checked the comments
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↳ @butcherad · Aug 22
Maybe we should share less about ourselves online! Maybe!
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↳↳ @Vagueja69 · Aug 22
Just say your coochie doesn’t get eaten, it's okay
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↳↳↳ @butcherad · Aug 22
I don’t have a vagina, you weirdo
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↳↳↳↳ @Vagueja69 · Aug 22
Just say your ass doesn’t get eaten, it’s okay
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↳ @yerii1 · Aug 22
Boy, don’t play with me, I was about to ask for restaurant recommendations 😭
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↳↳ @Vagueja69 · Aug 22
I can still give you some!
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↳ @missyouxoxo · Aug 22
Good luck with your mental stability after finding that
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↳ @GimGlock · Aug 22
I NEED to eat pussy again. I’m afraid I won’t survive much longer without it
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↳↳ @findgodtoday · Aug 22
Degenerate scum
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↳↳↳ @GimGlock · Aug 22
And proud, bitch
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↳ @hammunhee · Aug 22
Can I have a turn?
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↳↳ Vagueja69
No! Occupied!
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↳ @ChoeKi · Aug 22
congratulations queen!!!
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↳↳ @Vagueja69 · Aug 22
I’m a guy lol
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↳↳↳ @ChoeKi · Aug 22
congratulations king!!!
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↳↳↳↳ @Vagueja69 · Aug 22
<3<3<3
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↳ @baybee3 · Aug 22
You’re about to get disappointed for the rest of your life 😂
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↳↳ @Vagueja69 · Aug 22
Nah, I’m keeping him between my legs, thanks
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↳↳↳ @baybee3 · Aug 22
WHOA THERE COWBOY
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“Why are you so glued to your phone?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, climbing onto the couch and lying on top of Kim Dokja like an oversized cat. He put his ear to Kim Dokja’s chest, listening to his heartbeat, as was tradition. Yoo Joonghyuk and his weird habits…
“No reason,” Kim Dokja lied.
They’d been dating for about four months, Kim Dokja believed. Scratch that, it was four months to the day, because he was hyper aware of time passing and knew the day they got together off the top of his head. It had been August 1st—a sunny, hot day in South Korea—when Yoo Joonghyuk had gotten sick of Kim Dokja’s shit and fucked him in the office supply closet. Asking Yoo Joonghyuk later why he couldn’t control himself, the answer was Kim Dokja’s slim shoulders after he’d taken his suit jacket off due to the AC being broken on their floor.
A hell of a way to start, if you asked Kim Dokja, but he was never one for the orthodox.
Today, they were in Kim Dokja’s shabby apartment, Yoo Joonghyuk visiting so he could meal prep while insulting him about his regular diet. He’d begun doing that after finding out Kim Dokja survived on convenience store kimbap and sandwiches. Now, Kim Dokja had home-cooked meals and a few extra pounds rounding out his frame, and he was pleased about that. Eating good food turned out to make lunch more exciting at work, rather than staying at his desk and miserably shoving down mediocre meals, with “meals” being a generous term.
Yoo Joonghyuk, who’d seemed so frigid and scary for Kim Dokja’s first few years, had thawed towards the older man the longer they knew each other. Kim Dokja hadn’t noticed his courting at first, either: coffees dropped off on his desk, staying behind with him to get through the backlog of paperwork, or volunteering overtime to assist Kim Dokja’s team in one of their projects despite Yoo Joonghyuk having his own tasks to worry about. He showed his love through actions, and well…
Eating Kim Dokja out was one of said actions, and he did it frequently and enthusiastically. Kim Dokja hadn’t expected it, didn’t ask for it, but he certainly wasn’t complaining that his boyfriend was, as he said in his tweet, a “real eater.”
He needed to tell someone, alright? It couldn’t be his friends, Han Sooyoung and Yoo Sangah, or anyone who worked at the office, like Jung Heewon, whom he was close to after he caught her mistake on a report and helped her fix it instead of reporting her to management. So, he told Twitter, on his spam account that he made when he was an intern with a shitty, immature name. And then the post he made about his boyfriend tongue fucking him took off, because of course it would.
“If you had no reason to look at your phone, you wouldn’t be looking at it,” Yoo Joonghyuk reminded him, reaching past Kim Dokja to grab the phone out of his hand, still unlocked despite Kim Dokja’s best effort to hit the power button.
Yoo Joonghyuk scrolled while Kim Dokja slowly turned redder and redder.
“Please stop reading,” Kim Dokja begged, “I'm being nice. I’m asking kindly.”
“Whose post is this?” Yoo Joonghyuk clicked around some more, heading to Kim Dokja’s profile page. “You tweet about me?”
“... Maybe.” Kim Dokja admitted begrudgingly, “Yes. Only good things. Please don’t scroll.”
Yoo Joonghyuk scrolled and began narrating posts. He muttered through a few of them before scrolling fast to a time before they’d started dating.
“‘I have this coworker, and he’s so hot, I’m going to have to file for workman’s comp because he’s making me chafe my clit,’” Yoo Joonghyuk read with a pinched expression. He glanced at Kim Dokja, as if asking, “Really?”
“I have a high sex drive, you know this…” Kim Dokja grumbled.
“Chafe?”
“I did bruise it with a vibrator at one point,” Kim Dokja disclosed in the interest of transparency, “but that was an accident. And I haven’t done it since—lesson learned!”
Yoo Joonghyuk blinked. His expression smoothed out into vague expression #4: the subtle positioning of eyebrows and the corner of his left lip that meant he was pleased with himself but would never say it aloud, because that was for losers.
You’re so into me, his expression said, and he was right. Kim Dokja was very, extremely, horribly into Yoo Joonghyuk.
“Eating, huh?” Yoo Joonghyuk asked, his voice a deep rumble as he reached for Kim Dokja’s sleep shorts and pulled the leg opening aside. Kim Dokja wasn’t wearing any underwear for precisely this reason, because Yoo Joonghyuk liked to live between his legs as though he’d die without being there. It was his natural habitat.
“Shut up,” Kim Dokja hissed even as Yoo Joonghyuk sank down, licking at Kim Dokja’s cunt through the gap in his loose shorts. He reached down to knit his fingers in Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair, pulling him out. The man had his damn, long tongue out and a miffed expression on his face, as though it was offensive that Kim Dokja dared rip him away from his warmth.
Kim Dokja asked, “I like you for more than your mouth, you know?”
Yoo Joonghyuk rolled his eyes. “No shit.”
“Hey, I’m trying to be nice here.”
“Don’t be nice,” Yoo Joonghyuk said with every ounce of want in his body, “Be rough.”
Suddenly feeling six more types of turned on, Kim Dokja’s hand tightened in Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair and yanked him back towards his warmth, pressing his face against his waiting cunt. Yoo Joonghyuk looked him in the eye as he resisted playfully, kissing down Kim Dokja’s thigh then back up with a turn of his head. Then, Kim Dokja gave a more aggressive pull, jerking Yoo Joonghyuk forward and forcing him to grab Kim Dokja’s thighs for stability.
“Make me come hard or I’m not letting you come inside later,” Kim Dokja said in a low voice, a small, teasing smile on his lips. It was a little game of “withholding” they liked to play: Kim Dokja playing hard-to-get despite being easy as hell when it came to Yoo Joonghyuk, and Yoo Joonghyuk hounding after him like a dog with a scent. Kim Dokja liked that Yoo Joonghyuk enjoyed the game so much because it reminded Kim Dokja that he was desirable, something he had rarely felt before meeting the younger man. That even when Kim Dokja pulled away, Yoo Joonghyuk was there, eager to pursue him.
Feeling Yoo Joonghyuk’s lips meet his cunt, Kim Dokja’s eyelashes fluttered at the first kiss, letting his head roll back onto the arm of the couch as Yoo Joonghyuk got to work.
“Ah…” Kim Dokja sighed, his body softening as he took low, slow breaths to settle down and resist the initial wave of stimulation that always washed over him. Yoo Joonghyuk, the demon, liked to get him worked up by gently sucking on his clit early on, usually after licking up the lips and making everything a little wet and messy.
Gripping his thighs tighter, Yoo Joonghyuk let out a heavy exhale against Kim Dokja, hooking his thumb in the leg hole of his sleep shorts and dragging it further open, stretching the fabric. When Kim Dokja made a noise of complaint over the stretch, Yoo Joonghyuk sat back instantly—with Kim Dokja releasing his hair—and whipped off the shorts, throwing them to the side, before he readjusted Kim Dokja’s legs. He threw one over the back of the couch and let the other drape off the seat’s edge, giving his wide frame plenty of room to settle in between.
God, he’s just so… big.
Kim Dokja finished marveling at his boyfriend’s broadness the second Yoo Joonghyuk kissed his cunt, settling down and hooking one arm around a thigh to keep the gap open while the other hand teased his opening with a finger. Kim Dokja gasped, sliding down the couch when Yoo Joonghyuk pulled him, his head now on the couch cushion, eyes locked in surprise on the ceiling. He loved how Yoo Joonghyuk did whatever he wanted to him, always knowing what would send a tingle up Kim Dokja’s spine.
Finger teasing his entrance by dipping into it to only the first joint, Kim Dokja fought the urge to squirm and ask for more. Instead, he gripped his hair and let out a tiny whine, tugging harshly and causing the other man to let out a deep, sensuous groan.
“Fuck,” Yoo Joonghyuk muttered, and then he was eating Kim Dokja like he was a man starved. He slid the single finger in all the way, curling it periodically to tease that sweet spot on the inside. At the same time, he moved his face from bottom to top, tongue out, soft and flat, sliding over Kim Dokja’s warmth enthusiastically. He moved at an even but fast pace, licking from the base of the finger inside him up to his clit, letting his tongue drag over it slowly before going back to the bottom.
The whole thing, his one arm and hand were wrapped around Kim Dokja’s thigh, keeping him spread, hugging him like a constrictor, and it made Kim Dokja feel like he had no choice but to take it, which he loved. He loved feeling unable to move.
The drag of that flat tongue was sinful, making Kim Dokja’s toes curl as it gradually got him to his first orgasm. Yes, Kim Dokja came fast, usually. Yes, it was always embarrassing, but Yoo Joonghyuk seemed to lose his mind each time. His eyes got super dilated, and he always begged Kim Dokja to let him fuck him, and after he came inside (Kim Dokja had his fallopian tubes removed; he’s not risking pregnancy), Yoo Joonghyuk ate him out, licking the cum up. His oral fixation really was something else.
Moaning softly, Kim Dokja tried to squirm while Yoo Joonghyuk lapped at him, but he could only clench one of his thighs closer, to which Yoo Joonghyuk nudged away with his face before returning to his task. The message was clear: Just take it.
Letting out a shuddering whine, Kim Dokja back arched slightly, barely coming off the couch, but it was enough to push his clit harder against that tongue as Yoo Joonghyuk dragged it flat to the top. When Kim Dokja softened and flopped back against the cushions, head a little dizzy from the heat of it all, Yoo Joonghyuk tenderly sucked his clit into his mouth, holding it there for a few seconds and making Kim Dokja’s fingers twitch in his hair. His exhale met the curve of Kim Dokja’s pubic crest, radiating heat across his groin. Then, he let go, and that maddening flat tongue returned.
“Please, make me come,” Kim Dokja asked, knowing he was supposed to be rough, but today, he felt like he wanted to ask instead. He wanted Yoo Joonghyuk to obey his pleas not because Kim Dokja was being controlling, but because he was too sweet to deny. “Please, oh, fuck…”
Yoo Joonghyuk fucked his finger in and out slowly, the sloppy, wet, gushy sounds revealing just how turned on Kim Dokja was. The man licked from stem to stern, once, twice, thrice, and then sucked on Kim Dokja’s clit again, holding it captive, and then sucked on it in a rhythmic pattern. The suction was light and delightful, just enough to feel great but still missing something, and then—
“Shit, ah–hhh, Joonghyuk-ah, that’s—”
Yoo Joonghyuk held Kim Dokja’s clit in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, teasing the bud. Kim Dokja’s arm shook as he tightened his grip on Yoo Joonghyuk’s hair drastically, gripping it tightly. He gasped, back arching as he came against Yoo Joonghyuk’s mouth, the younger man moaning as he worked Kim Dokja’s clit and rapidly fucked his finger inside, pressing it against the G-spot in repetitive motions.
He ate Kim Dokja all the way through the orgasm, and yes, Kim Dokja certainly came hard and then some, considering he was now begging for Yoo Joonghyuk to stop due to overstimulation.
“Hey, hey, ow, hey!” Kim Dokja yelped when Yoo Joonghyuk bit his thigh. “What are you, an animal?”
Yoo Joonghyuk just gave him the tiniest, smugest smirk while resting his head against his thigh. Kim Dokja was a violent shade of red.
“Shut up!” Kim Dokja hissed like an angry mongoose.
“I didn’t say anything.”
“Shuuuuuuuuuuuuut up,” Kim Dokja dragged out, turning over on the couch as he kicked his boyfriend away. “Where are my shorts?”
“... I don’t know. I threw them,” Yoo Joonghyuk admitted, and then Kim Dokja felt the couch dip behind him along with the tell-tale sound of a fabric being pushed down. He shivered, instinctually arching his back down towards the couch while he lifted his ass up, jumping straight into wordlessly asking Yoo Joonghyuk to fuck him from behind.
“We’ll find them later,” Kim Dokja said, wiggling his ass and feeling the tip of Yoo Joonghyuk’s stupidly large cock nudge against his folds. “For now—haaahng! Fuck, give me a l–little war–warning.”
As was tradition, Yoo Joonghyuk came inside Kim Dokja that night, and later on, ate him out again. Then, of course, they made an actual dinner, because you can’t subsist on pussy, as much as Yoo Joonghyuk may want to.