Hi my beautiful people, how are you all? I hope you're well. I disappeared for a few days, but I'm back bringing you another audio.
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Heeseung audio 🔞 (female Listener)
You went to visit your boyfriend Heeseung at work, and when you arrived, he was sitting resting. Then, after a long moment alone in the practice room, he finally fucked you.
sweet boy who can't stop rambling because you feel so soooo good around him, begging to cum and thanking you when you let him ♡
longggg audio (2m) for u! sorry, it won't let me respond to the og ask so i hope u see it darling!! also, there's a lot of talking in this one but seungie would beg so sweetly like this so i had to 😞 i am also the biggest heeseung mommy kink truther, i NEED to hear him moan it :(
you and your boyfriend get a very specific request
pairing: dom!heeseung x sub!reader || wc: 1.9k || cw: smut! established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex (don't.), choking, heavy overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, subspace, filming, dirty talk, praise, use of petnames, strong language || warnings: +18 content, mdni! || a/n: another drabble based on a request that drove me insane good god
the notification comes in while you’re curled up against heeseung’s chest, both of you lazily scrolling through the replies on your shared nsfw twitter account.
the account is anonymous, faces always cropped or hidden behind masks and angles, but the chemistry between you two is unmistakable. thousands of followers tuned in for every video: the slow teasing ones, the rough ones, the soft aftercare clips. tonight the replies are especially unhinged.
one comment stands out, liked by dozens already.
“heeseung destroying her until she squirts all over the sheets while choking her would be insane content. overstimulation + subspace vibes pls”
heeseung reads it aloud, voice low and amused, his fingers pausing on your thigh. “what do you think, baby?”
you bite your lip, heat already pooling low in your stomach. you’ve squirted for him before in private — messy, overwhelming, embarrassing in the best way — but never on camera. the idea of him pushing you that far while thousands of people watch later… it makes your thighs press together.
“we could,” you whisper, voice already breathy. “if you want to.”
his smirk is immediate, dark and hungry. he tips your chin up, kissing you slow and deep. “i want to. been thinking about filming you falling apart like that for a while.”
the decision is made quickly. you set up the camera on the tripod at the foot of the bed, soft ring lights on low, sheets already stripped down to just the mattress protector. heeseung chooses a simple black mask that covers the upper half of his face, and you wear the lace one that hides everything but your mouth and eyes. the caption is typed and ready to post later: “when a follower request hits different 🖤 choking, overstimulation, squirt edition”
heeseung starts recording with a single tap.
he pulls you onto the bed immediately, hands rough but controlled as he strips you bare. your tank top and panties disappear in seconds. he stays mostly dressed at first — black shirt and sweats — because he knows his followers love the contrast of you naked and desperate while he’s still composed.
“look at the camera, baby,” he murmurs, voice already deeper. he spreads your legs wide, hooking them over his thighs as he kneels between them. two fingers slide through your folds, finding you already soaked. “already this wet? just from the idea of me ruining you on camera?”
you nod, breath catching as he pushes both fingers inside without warning, curling them instantly against that spot. the wet sounds are loud in the quiet room. heeseung works you open fast, adding a third finger quickly, scissoring and thrusting while his thumb grinds circles on your clit.
your first orgasm hits embarrassingly fast. you gasp, back arching, but he doesn’t slow down. he keeps pumping through it, fingers relentless.
“one,” he counts calmly. “we’re not stopping until you give me everything.”
by the time the second orgasm crashes over you, you’re already shaking. heeseung leans down, wrapping his long fingers around your throat — not cutting off air completely, but pressing just enough on the sides to make your head feel fuzzy and light. your eyes flutter, a soft whimper escaping as the pressure combines with his fingers driving into you.
“good girl,” he praises, voice low right next to your ear. “look how pretty you get when you’re choking on my hand.”
your hips jerk, trying to ride his fingers, but he holds you down with his body weight. the mask hides most of his expression, but you can see the dark glint in his eyes. he tightens his grip on your throat just a fraction more as he speeds up, palm slapping wetly against your pussy with every thrust.
the third orgasm rips through you harder. your thighs tremble violently, and you feel that deep, building pressure — the one that always makes you shy.
“heeseung—” you whine, voice hoarse from his hand on your throat. “i— i think i’m gonna—”
“let go,” he commands, choking you through it. “squirt for me. for the camera. make a mess like a good little slut.”
his fingers curl harder, faster, thumb pressing firm on your swollen clit. the combination of his hand around your throat, the relentless overstimulation, and his filthy words sends you spiraling. your vision whites out. subspace hits you like a warm, heavy wave — everything narrows down to his voice, his hands, the feeling of being completely owned.
you come with a broken cry, body seizing. this time it’s different. liquid gushes out around his fingers, soaking his hand, your thighs, and the sheets beneath you in a hot, messy rush. you keep squirting, smaller pulses following the first big one as heeseung keeps fucking you through it with his fingers, never once easing up.
“fuck, that’s it,” he groans, voice strained. he releases your throat only to lean down and bite at your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “look at the mess you made. so fucking pretty when you squirt for me.”
you’re floating now, deep in subspace, body limp and trembling as aftershocks roll through you. tears slip from the corners of your eyes, soft whimpers and moans falling from your lips without filter. heeseung finally pulls his fingers out, spreading your soaked folds for the camera so everyone can see how ruined you are — puffy, glistening, still twitching.
but he’s not done.
he strips his shirt off, revealing toned shoulders and chest, then pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock. he’s painfully hard, tip leaking as he strokes himself once.
“think you can take one more?” he asks, but he’s already lining up, rubbing the head through your slick folds. you nod weakly, hands reaching for him.
he slides in deep in one smooth thrust, groaning at how wet and hot you feel after all the overstimulation. your walls flutter around him, overly sensitive, and the feeling is almost too much. he sets a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping hard, one hand returning to your throat while the other pins your hip down.
“too much— heeseung—” you sob, but your legs wrap around him anyway, pulling him deeper. subspace has you pliant and needy, every thrust sending sparks through your overstimulated body.
“you can take it,” he growls, fingers flexing around your neck. “gonna make you squirt around my cock this time.”
he angles his hips perfectly, hitting that spot with every thrust while his pelvis grinds against your clit. the wet, obscene sounds of your pussy taking him are louder than ever because of how soaked you are. you’re crying openly now, tears streaming, mouth open in constant moans as another orgasm builds dangerously fast.
heeseung leans closer, mask brushing your cheek. “come on, baby. give it to me again. soak my cock while i choke you.”
the fourth orgasm explodes through you without warning. you squirt hard around him, liquid spraying out with every thrust as he keeps pounding into you. your vision blacks out for a second, pure white pleasure and subspace drowning everything else. heeseung moans loudly, the sound raw and broken as your walls milk him.
“fuck— good girl, such a good fucking girl,” he praises through gritted teeth. he fucks you through the whole thing, chasing his own release. a few more brutal thrusts and he buries himself deep, coming hard inside you with a low groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up.
he stays buried inside for a long moment, both of you panting. slowly he releases your throat, gentle fingers stroking the marks he left. he pulls out carefully, more of your mixed release dripping out, and makes sure the camera catches the final messy view before stopping the recording.
heeseung removes both masks quickly and pulls you into his arms, switching to soft mode instantly. his voice is gentle now, full of love and pride as he kisses your tear-streaked face, brushing damp strands of hair from your forehead.
“you okay, baby? you did so well for me. so fucking perfect,” he murmurs against your skin, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other strokes slow, soothing circles down your spine. his touch is feather-light now, completely different from the choking grip and relentless pace from minutes ago.
you nod weakly, still floating deep in subspace, body boneless and trembling with aftershocks. everything feels warm and hazy, like you’re wrapped in cotton. you nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with sweat, lips brushing his collarbone. “felt so good… want to watch it later.”
heeseung chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest as he tightens his hold around you. “yeah? my greedy girl already wants to see how pretty she looked falling apart.” he presses a long kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth. “we’ll edit it together, okay? i’ll take care of everything. you just rest.”
he stays like that for a long while — holding you close, whispering sweet praises while his fingers gently trace the faint marks on your throat. he massages your thighs and hips where they ache from being spread so wide, careful not to press too hard. when your breathing finally evens out and the subspace fog starts to lift, he carries you to the bathroom for a long, warm bath.
heeseung lowers you into the tub first, then slides in behind you, pulling your back against his chest. the water soothes your oversensitive skin. he washes you tenderly with your favorite body wash, hands gliding over every inch without any sexual intent now — just care. he kisses the top of your head every few minutes, murmuring how proud he is, how much he loves doing this with you.
after the bath, he wraps you in his oversized hoodie and carries you back to bed. snacks appear like magic — strawberries, chocolate, cold water with electrolytes, and your favorite chips. he feeds you small bites while you cuddle against him, legs tangled together under the fresh sheets he quickly changed.
once you’re more grounded, the two of you open the laptop and start editing. heeseung is patient, letting you pick your favorite angles and moments. you both laugh at how wrecked you sound in the video, blush at the sheer volume of squirt that soaked everything, and rewatched the choking parts a few times because the visual makes heat stir in your belly again. he adds subtle transitions, makes sure your faces stay hidden, and boosts the audio just enough on your moans and his filthy praises.
“this is going to break the timeline,” he says with a proud smirk, saving the final file.
later that night, when you’re both cozy under the blankets, you post it, changing the caption.
caption: follower request fulfilled 🖤 choking, overstimulation & lots of squirt. thanks for the idea~ be nice when you watch hehe
the likes and comments explode within minutes. the video skyrockets in views. notifications flood in nonstop:
ikeupikeu: the way she squirted around his cock??? instant follow
nidashki: heeseung’s hand around her throat while she’s crying… i’m deceased fuuuuck need more
prettyboynoo: subspace eyes + choking combo is lethal. more of this pls
sunghung: the overstimulation was insane she was floating so hard
wonniewon: thank you for ruining me for other content
some comments are filthier, already brainstorming the next video. you scroll through them together, giggling and blushing as new ideas pour in.
heeseung kisses your shoulder, pulling you closer. “told you they’d lose their minds. what do you want to film next, baby?”
you already know the next reply thread is going to give you even filthier ideas for the following week.
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