i do not play about this man. if you have anything bad to say about him you WILL be sent to 1009 years in jail. he is my babygirl. i will defend him with all my heart. (╥﹏╥)
also i love love love his hair color he’s so pretty i love you l.hs
i don’t think people should dictate people on when to move on. i do agree there are some ot7s that are getting out of hand and i think that that some of them are completely delusional but that doesn’t exactly mean that you should force people to move on and live up to your expectations. a person moving on to something that’s dear and important to them is not going to be an easy thing to do, and it takes time. let them be as long as they aren’t doing anything harmful.
i’m saying this as someone who’s slowly moving forward and that i see that hee is a solo and enha is a six member group, but there are many times where i still think about how belift should’ve handled things better. it’s a normal part of moving forward where there are still times that you wonder why it happened or why it shouldn’t have happened.
and ofc this goes on both ways, just saw a quite weird take and decided to say my thoughts lol
these r just my thoughts but ofc i don’t care if you’ve moved on or not, just be respectful and don’t attack each parties 🫳🏼🫳🏼🫳🏼
maybe if belift handled things better, we could’ve seen the six members rooting and hyping up their eldest hyung’s solo debut. imagine jungwon posting on weverse and spamming engenes to shower heeseung love and support for him…🙁
i’m genuinely scared there are constant earthquakes here in my place and ever since the huge earthquake hit 2 weeks ago can’t help but feel so worried bro😭😭😭
The scene would be set in Heeseung's office after classes, with the campus basically empty. The smut would revolve around him spoiling and pampering his favorite student for being such a good girl. One phrase I definitely want you to use, is 'Good Girl', because let's be real, we all know how fucking sexy it is to hear that compliment, right?
That's all. I hope you can really write this for me. I love your work, it's sublime! 😻
★ · 𝐋𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ; L.HS · 先生のために脚を開いて。
𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟐.𝟔𝐤 ⎯⎯⎯ ✦ 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗛𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 - 𝗙𝗮𝘃.𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 : office/desk sex, oral (f. received), praise kink, nipple play, a little of handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, submissive/needy reader, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, marking, dirty talk, age gap, mdni.
୨ৎ ֹ : Thanks honey, for the compliment and for sending your request. Here it is. Really hope you like it 💗. Btw, just a heads up so everyone knows that I’m not taking new requests right now, just trying to get through the ones I still have pending. 🫠
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the half-closed blinds of Professor Heeseung’s office, casting long, lazy golden stripes across the cluttered oak desk piled high with unmarked essays and the worn leather couch pushed against the far wall. Dust motes danced in the slanted light. The door was locked with a heavy, final click that still echoed in your ears. The rest of the campus had emptied out hours ago, footsteps and voices long faded into silence. It was just you and him now.
You stood in front of his desk, heart hammering against your ribs, your pleated skirt already hiked up high around your hips, the cool air of the office kissing the bare skin of your thighs. Your blouse hung open just enough for him to see the delicate black lace of your bra cupping your breasts, nipples already tight and straining against the thin fabric. Heeseung leaned back in his creaky leather chair, one elbow resting on the armrest, dark eyes devouring every inch of you like he’d been starving for this exact sight all semester.
“Come here, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough, laced with that dangerous authority that always made your knees weak.
You moved without hesitation, thighs pressing together at the insistent, slick ache already throbbing between them. The second you were close enough, his hands were on you, large, warm, and possessive, palms rough from years of turning pages and gripping pens. One slid slowly up the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh with enough pressure to make you gasp. The other cupped your jaw firmly, thumb dragging across your lower lip, parting it slightly as if testing how pliant you were for him.
“You’ve been so fucking perfect in class,” he praised, the words dripping with dark satisfaction as he pulled you down into his lap. You straddled him eagerly, knees sinking into the chair on either side of his hips. “Sitting there all pretty and focused, legs crossed so tightly like you were trying to hide how soaked your panties got every time I looked at you. Answering every question like a good girl while you were dripping for me the whole time. My favorite. Always have been.”
A needy, broken whimper slipped from your throat. You rocked against the hard, thick line of his cock straining desperately against his slacks, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Heeseung groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you as his hips bucked up sharply to meet your grinding, pressing that hot, heavy bulge right against your aching core.
He captured your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against yours; slow and thorough at first, tasting you like he had all the time in the world. The kiss quickly turned messier, wetter. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, spit slicking your chins as you both devoured each other. Your hips moved faster, grinding down harder against him, chasing that delicious pressure while soft, obscene sounds filled the quiet office.
He pulled back just enough to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, hot breath fanning over your flushed skin, then down the sensitive column of your neck. His teeth grazed your racing pulse point before he sucked hard, pulling the delicate skin between his lips and marking you with a blooming purple bruise you’d definitely have to hide tomorrow. You moaned loudly, fingers threading through his thick, dark hair and tugging sharply at the roots, earning you a low, guttural growl against your throat.
“Professor… Heeseung, please~”
“I’ve got you,” he breathed against your skin, the words hot and ragged, vibrating through your collarbone. His hands worked your blouse open fully, fingers deft and impatient as he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool around your elbows. The bra followed just as quickly; he didn’t waste time with the clasp. Instead, he tugged the lacy cups down roughly, freeing your breasts so they spilled out heavy and flushed into the cool office air. Your nipples tightened instantly under the sudden chill, pebbled and aching.
Heeseung’s gaze darkened with raw hunger, eyes almost black as they locked onto your exposed chest. “Look at these pretty tits,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Been thinking about them all fucking day. Every time you leaned forward in class… every time you breathed.” He leaned in, his hot, wet mouth closing around one sensitive nipple. The intense heat made you arch sharply off his lap, a sharp, needy gasp tearing from your throat as he sucked hard, tongue flicking and swirling relentlessly over the stiff peak. His free hand came up to the other breast, kneading the soft flesh before rolling the neglected nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging just hard enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight down to your dripping core.
He switched sides with a low groan, lavishing the same filthy attention on the other nipple, sucking, biting gently, licking until both were swollen, glistening with his spit, and throbbing beautifully in the cool air. Your hips were grinding faster now, frantic and messy, soaking through your thin panties and leaving a slick stain on the front of his slacks as you rubbed desperately against the thick, straining bulge beneath you.
“Please,” you whimpered, voice breaking. “I need you inside me. I’ve been good… been so good for you.”
Heeseung pulled off your nipple with a wet, obscene pop, his lips shiny and swollen as he looked up at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk. “I know you have, sweetheart. That’s why I’m going to spoil this tight little pussy until you can’t think straight.”
In one effortless motion, he lifted you like you weighed nothing, laying you back on the wide oak desk after sweeping a few papers aside with his arm. They fluttered to the floor, forgotten. Your skirt bunched uselessly at your waist, leaving you completely exposed. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your soaked panties and dragged them slowly down your trembling legs, the fabric clinging wetly to your skin before he tossed them somewhere behind him. The cool, polished wood of the desk pressed shockingly against your bare ass, a stark contrast to the burning heat between your thighs.
Heeseung dropped to his knees between your spread legs, strong hands gripping your thighs and pushing them wide apart, holding you open for him. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, the sound deep and reverent. His tongue dragged a slow, broad stripe up your glistening slit, savoring every drop of your arousal with a hungry moan. You cried out, back bowing sharply off the desk as pleasure slammed through you.
He ate you like a man possessed—long, firm licks from your entrance to your clit, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips, tongue working it in tight, relentless circles. Without warning, two thick fingers slid deep into your clenching heat, curling perfectly to stroke that sensitive spot inside you with devastating precision. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the space : obscene, slick, and loud.
The first orgasm hit you hard and fast, crashing over you like a wave. Your thighs shook violently around his head, muscles locking as a broken, keening moan tore from your throat. You came hard on his tongue and fingers, pulsing and gushing around him while he kept working you through it, greedy and unrelenting.
He didn’t stop. He kept sucking, kept pumping those fingers deeper, drawing the pleasure out until it bordered on too much, your body twitching, oversensitive, every nerve screaming.
“Heeseung… too much ~”
“Just one more, baby. Give me one more. You can take it.” His praise was murmured right against your soaked folds, the low vibration of his voice sending fresh shocks through your overstimulated clit. He added a third thick finger, stretching you open wider, the burn delicious as your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around the intrusion. He sucked harder on your swollen clit, tongue relentless, and the second orgasm crashed over you even stronger than the first. Your legs locked around his head, thighs trembling violently as your vision whited out completely. You gushed around his fingers, slick arousal coating his hand and dripping down onto the desk beneath you.
Only then did he rise from between your thighs, wiping his glistening mouth and chin with the back of his hand. He looked utterly wrecked, his dark hair messy and wild from your desperate tugging, lips swollen and shiny with your juices, eyes blown wide with raw, animalistic want. His chest heaved as he undid his belt with impatient fingers, the metallic clink loud in the quiet office. He shoved his slacks and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out heavily, slapping against his toned stomach with an audible smack. Thick, flushed dark, and veined, the fat head already leaking a steady bead of precum that glistened at the tip.
Heeseung caught your wrist gently, bringing your palm to his lips for a soft, almost tender kiss before guiding your hand down to wrap fully around his impressive length. Your fingers barely met around his girth. The skin was velvet-soft over steel hardness, pulsing hot in your grip. You stroked him slowly at first, savoring the weight and heat of him, feeling every thick vein throb against your palm as you pumped up and down. Your thumb swirled over the slick, swollen head on every upstroke, spreading the leaking precum in messy circles, making the glide smoother and wetter. Heeseung hissed sharply through his teeth, hips jerking forward involuntarily into your fist, chasing the pleasure. A low, guttural groan rumbled from deep in his chest as you tightened your grip, twisting your wrist just a little on each stroke the way you knew drove him crazy.
You watched, mesmerized, as more precum dripped over your fingers, making obscene wet sounds with every pump. His cock twitched hard in your hand, the head flushing an even deeper red. Heeseung’s breathing grew ragged, his abs tightening visibly under his shirt as he fought not to thrust too roughly into your fist. “Fuck, just like that…” he muttered, voice strained, eyes hooded as he stared down at your hand working him.
“Such a good girl,” he finally growled, voice rough with restraint. “Always so eager to please me, don't you?” He gently pulled your hand away, lining himself up at your entrance. The fat head rubbed through your slick folds, teasing your clit and coating him in your arousal before he pushed in; slow, steady, inch by inch. The stretch burned so perfectly, filling you completely as your walls fluttered and yielded around his thickness. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming fullness, nails digging hard into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against yours, balls pressed tight to your ass, he stayed buried deep, letting you adjust while he captured your mouth in a deep, messy kiss, tongues tangling desperately.
Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The heavy oak desk creaked rhythmically beneath you. Skin slapped wetly against skin, the obscene sound mixing with your moans and his grunts. His mouth stayed on yours or trailed down to your neck and breasts, sucking fresh, dark marks into your flushed skin while his hands roamed greedily, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise, pinching and tugging your nipples, thumbing your swollen clit in tight, relentless circles.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned hotly against your ear, his pace picking up, hips snapping harder. “Tightest, wettest little pussy. Made only for me."
You clenched hard around him at the filthy praise, another orgasm building fast and intense in your core. Heeseung felt it immediately, grinding deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over with devastating accuracy. “Come on, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
You shattered again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his thick length. He fucked you through it, hips stuttering but never stopping, chasing his own release while the overwhelming overstimulation made you sob and claw desperately at his back.
He pulled out suddenly, the wet, obscene sound of his thick cock sliding free from your soaked pussy making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Strings of your mixed arousal stretched and broke between you. In one swift motion he flipped you over, manhandling you so your flushed tits and stomach pressed hard against the cool, messy surface of the desk. Your ass arched up high for him, back curved, legs trembling as he kicked your feet wider apart.
He thrust back into you from behind in one smooth, brutal stroke, deeper than before, the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix and forcing a broken cry from your throat. The new angle let him grind against that spongy spot inside you with every move. One of his hands reached around to rub your swollen, oversensitive clit in fast, slippery circles, while the other tangled roughly in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your face. He leaned over you, chest pressed to your sweat-slicked back, and kissed the corner of your mouth hungrily.
“Again,” he growled against your lips, voice dark and demanding. “One more for me. I want to feel this greedy little cunt fall apart while I fill you up.”
The angle was devastating. His heavy cock dragged perfectly along your walls with every deep, punishing thrust, stretching you wide and hitting that spot over and over. His fingers were relentless on your puffy clit, slick with your juices, rubbing tight and fast. Sweat dripped down both your bodies, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing loudly in the office along with the filthy squelching sounds of your dripping pussy taking every inch. You came a fourth time, hard, shaking violently, thighs quivering uncontrollably as fresh tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your voice came out hoarse and broken from all the moaning. Your walls clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and gushing, milking his cock as stars burst behind your eyelids.
Only then did Heeseung let go. He buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through your back. His thick cock throbbed inside you as he spilled, pumping rope after thick, hot rope of cum deep into your spasming cunt. You could feel every pulse, every spurt filling you up until it was leaking out around his shaft, dripping messily down your thighs. He kept grinding through every aftershock, hips rolling lazily, making sure you took every last drop while you twitched and sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure.
He stayed buried deep inside you, chest pressed flush to your back, both of you panting and slick with sweat. Soft, tender kisses rained down on your shoulders, the back of your neck, and over the dark marks he’d sucked into your skin. His hands soothed over your trembling body, now gentle and reverent, stroking your sides, your hips, your spine as you both came down.
“That's my good girl,” he whispered warmly against your ear, voice full of affection. “You did so well for me. Always do.”
You turned your head, seeking his mouth. The kiss was slower this time, lazy, sated, and deep, tongues sliding gently together, full of quiet promises for next time. In his office. After class. Wherever he wanted you. Because you were his favorite… and he was yours.
boyfriend heeseung who is obsessed with tits ❜ 전원 .ᐟ.ᐟ 💭
[ open ] written for the 💌 𓂂 𓏸 love, always. event !
🪷. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 ✶ your boyfriend heeseung just loves ur tits aka his girls
◟✿ 𝓜𝐮𝐬𝐞 ─── heeseung x reader ⋆ 🐰 🩰 🏹𓂂 ˳ׄ 💡
◟✿ forewarning ˒ body worship, fondling, sucking, licking, biting, titfucking, somnophilia adjacent ( sleepy touching ) , praise kink, he just loves ur breasts
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who starts every single morning by sliding his large hands under your shirt ( or his oversized tee that you stole ) and cupping your breasts like they’re the most precious things in the world. He presses slow, warm kisses across the soft skin, murmuring sleepy “good morning, babies” in that deep, raspy voice while his thumbs gently circle your nipples until you’re squirming and fully awake.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who cannot function properly if he doesn’t get his daily “recharge.” After long practices or schedules, he comes straight home, pulls you onto the couch or bed, buries his face between your tits, and stays there for a solid ten minutes — breathing you in, leaving lazy kisses, and telling you how they’re the only thing that melts all his stress away.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets visibly distracted whenever you wear anything even slightly revealing. Low cut tops, tight dresses, or even just a thin tank top make him stare shamelessly. He’ll walk into door frames or miss his own lines in practice because his eyes keep drifting back to your chest, later whining in your ear that it’s your fault for being “too tempting.”
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who has turned showering together into a full ritual. He lathers your breasts with way too much soap, massaging them slowly under the hot water with both hands while his mouth follows the trails of suds. It always ends with him on his knees or you pressed against the tiles as he worships them like they’re sacred.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who treats your tits like his personal stress balls. While gaming, watching movies, or even during serious conversations, one hand will slip under your hoodie to gently knead and squeeze them. He claims it helps him focus better, but really he just can’t keep his hands off what he calls “the softest, warmest things on earth.”
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who leaves a constellation of hickeys and love bites all over your chest every single week. He admires his work the next morning, tracing each mark with his fingers and smirking proudly before pulling you closer for another round. He makes sure some are visible enough that you have to wear higher necklines — his subtle way of marking you as his.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who sends you the most shameless texts when he’s away on tour. “Tell the girls I miss them so much,” or “Send me one picture, baby just one. I need them to sleep.” He has a locked folder full of your photos and secretly looks at them before every stage, claiming they give him extra energy.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who becomes the softest, most gentle version of himself when your tits are sore ( PMS, after workouts, etc ) He warms lotion in his hands, gives you slow, careful massages, presses feather light kisses everywhere, and whispers praises like “Even when they hurt, they’re still my favorite part of you. Let me take care of my babies.”
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who loves when you wear his hoodies with nothing underneath. He’ll come up behind you while you’re cooking or cleaning, slip both hands into the front pocket, and just hold your bare tits possessively while resting his chin on your shoulder, humming happily.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who can spend an embarrassingly long time during foreplay and sex just on your chest. He sucks, licks, bites gently, buries his face between them, and motorboats you without shame. You often have to tug his hair and beg him to move lower because he genuinely gets lost in them.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets playfully jealous of your bras. “They get to hold you and touch you all day while I’m stuck at practice? Criminal.” He’s bought you so many pretty lingerie sets that your drawer is overflowing, each one chosen because “these will look insane on my girls.”
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who falls asleep every single night with his cheek pressed against one breast and a hand cupping the other. It’s his favorite position — warm, soft, and comforting. He says your heartbeat is the best lullaby and that nothing in the world feels safer.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who randomly attacks you with affection. You’ll be reading or on your phone and suddenly he’s lifting your shirt, pressing his whole face into your cleavage, and making exaggerated happy noises until you’re laughing and pulling him closer.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who is lowkey proud of how full and heavy they are. When you complain about back pain or them being sore, he coos and offers endless massages while secretly loving the “more for me” aspect. He celebrates any temporary size changes during your cycle like it’s a personal holiday.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who uses your tits as his personal pillow during movie nights. Halfway through the film he’s already horizontal, head on your chest, one hand lazily playing with a nipple while the movie becomes background noise.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets possessive in public settings. At dinners or outings with members, he’ll keep you close, an arm around you so his hand can subtly brush or press against your chest. In the car ride home he’s all over you, muttering how he “suffered the whole time trying not to stare.”
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who has an entire whispered vocabulary just for them “my babies,” “the girls,” “my pretty pillows,” “softest heaven.” He uses them unironically in private and it makes your heart ( and other places ) melt every time.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who takes mirror selfies with his face happily smushed between your tits when you’re half asleep. He keeps the best ones as secret phone wallpapers and looks at them with the dopiest smile when he misses you.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who turns aftercare into another worship session. After intense rounds, he’ll pull you against him, push your shirt up, and gently kiss and massage your chest while telling you how perfect you are and how lucky he is.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets excited every time you try on new clothes. Dressing room “help” always turns into him standing behind you, hands lifting and squeezing your tits while he whispers filthy compliments about how good they look in every outfit.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who believes your tits have actual healing powers. Bad day at work? Headache? He’s pulling you down, face between them, arms wrapped tight around your waist until he’s recharged and convinced you feel better too.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who loves the contrast — seeing his large hands against your soft skin, the way they spill out of his grip, how sensitive they are to his tongue. It drives him crazy every single time.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who has a habit of nuzzling into your chest when he’s feeling clingy or overwhelmed. No words needed — just his face buried there, your fingers in his hair, and the world fades away for a while.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who teases you about how whipped he is but never actually stops. He’ll joke “I’m only dating you for the tits” and then immediately contradict himself by kissing you softly and saying “and because you’re my everything but the tits are a huge bonus.”
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who keeps a secret stash of your worn tops and hoodies on tour because they smell like you and your skin. He hugs them at night when video calls aren’t enough.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gives the most intense eye contact while sucking on your nipples — dark eyes locked on yours, watching every reaction like it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who gets genuinely offended if you joke about getting a reduction or changing anything about them. “Don’t even think about it. They’re perfect exactly like this made for me.”
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who loves fucking them when you let him. The sight of his cock sliding between your soft, warm tits while you look up at him makes him lose his mind completely.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who ends every long day with the same routine lights low, your shirt pushed up, his head on your chest, one hand possessively holding the other, whispering “I love you” and “thank you for being mine” until he drifts off.
titobsessedboyfriend!heeseung who is so obsessed that he genuinely thanks the universe every day for you and your body. He’s convinced they were made specifically for him to love, touch, and worship — and he spends every moment proving it with endless affection, both sweet and filthy.
⭐️ jo’s notes : lowkey guys im going through and i will be slow with the short n sweet updates
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