slow, sleepy makeout sesh with heeseung where you’re both feeling subby and horny. i just know his introverted self is exhausteddd after a day of promotions & what better way to wind down than having you in his bed?
it starts off with grinding against each other in a gentle, unrushed rhythm. you on his lap while he kisses you like a starved man, hips bucking to meet your slow grinds.
that lasts for a pretty good while before it eventually evolves into mutual masturbation; your hand sliding down to feel him through his pjs. it takes a bit of energy for him to pull back and look at you, but you’re just so pretty that he needs to see you! you grasp him gently before working him through the thin fabric of his clothes, enjoying the way a small wet spot forms on his pants. his breaths grow labored, watching you through glossy, pleading eyes.
he shakily moves to cup your pussy through your shorts, whimpering at the feel of the damp fabric. you’re quick to grind against the palm of his hand, growing desperate as your own hand fumbles under his waistband. heeseung whines when your thumb brushes his tip, smearing small beads of pre-cum over his cock. he’s practically fucking your hand now, hugging you close and moaning in your ear as his fingers tease your clit.
seeing him like this has you soaked, so it’s no surprise when his fingers slip into you with ease. and all the foreplay has you soo worked up :( it doesn’t take him long to find that one spot, abusing your spongy cunt while you whimper and twitch on his lap.
your orgasm hits you hard and you bite down on his shoulder, definitely harder than you mean to, but the way he immediately spills in your hand with a loud groan leaves you wanting more. you continue to work yourselves towards overstimulation, eyes brimming with borderline tears at the sweet pleasure. you know you should stop but it just feels so good, you don’t think you could even if you tried.
( pervert! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 ) x roommate reader ft. 𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 🎞 smut MDNI , hee is a pervert with high sex drive , flirting , jealousy , dirty thoughts , mutual (?) masterbation , panty stealing (and fucking) , pillow fucking , recording , pussy and tit play , bj , edging , use of 'whore' , public (risky) sex , talks through it , pussy slapping , squirting
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who flirts with you in the worst, subtle but most obvious ways, whenever he senses the opportunity to, and when you occasionally go along, he flicks his brows up and gives you that hard stare that definitely tells you he's thinking about you. lowly sister thoughts.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who shows up every single time you can't reach your mug in the upper cabinets. his warm chest presses against your back, defined outlines of his lean upper body splayed behind you, lips brushing your earlobes as he whispers a slow "I got it."
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who teaches you how to game as you sit on his gaming chair, his tall frame towering over you as he sets his palm top of yours over the mouse amidst conversation. "this is how you do it, you put this here, and shoot... understood?" as his palm squeezes yours and lingers too long.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who's ankle brushes yours every now and then during dinner under the table. you gulp, because he never moves away. next time it happens and his feet 'accidentally' traces your bare leg, you don't move away within milliseconds by mustering up whatever courage you have. the first mistake occurs when you look up and lock eyes with him who's staring you down as he licks his lip slowly. second mistake is when you try to pull away but he tugs your chair closer by hooking his feet with yours. and looks at you like he absolutely didn't do what he just did while his electric touch power offs your system.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who glares at jake the entire saturday night you invited him over. interrupts whenever jake gets too close, keeps pulling you aside, sticking by your side like your shadow, burning a hole into jakes head with his gaze everytime the poor boy tries to speak. is beyond eager to show him the way out of the house when you wrap up for the night. you think he's being silly, but either way, heat pools in your belly either way everytime you catch his hard stare. not so silly anymore.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who thinks he's hallucinating when he hears you moaning other side of the wall. actually making the sounds he's been fantasizing every night like a loser and he's in borderline shock as the reality of you touching yourself sets over him. his dick jumps in his pants and something officially awakens in him.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who touches himself along when you're at it. his ears press against the wall, catching every sound, every gasp, whimper, cry, listening to the lewd noises spilling out of your parted lips as his thumb runs over his slit teasingly. "fuck..."
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who starts daydreaming mindlessly. you crouch to pull the tray out of the oven and he's thinking of bending you over it right then and there. you walk by him? he's immediately staring at your legs. howd they look over his shoulders? eyes observe your fingers curled against the remote as he starts thinking of ways you touch yourself, do you curl them like this? his brains mush.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who noticed you've stopped wearing your bra around. he's now walking around with hard on half the time and he's concluded, fine, if this is the game, he might as well start palming himself infront of you to the view of your plush breasts suffocating under the tight top with your nipples pebbled under the fabric.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who spots your laundry and loses his mind. before he can reality check himself, his hands are moving, stuffing your underwear from the laundry bag into his pocket. and now he has your red flimsy lace wrapped around his dick, fucking into the fabric while imagining it were you instead. "y/n— ah.. fuck!"
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who is overly obsessed with the way you smell. he will hump on pillow, in your bed, your room, making a mess as he moans your name into your bedsheet. his fist grips your black panty he found as he moves jerkilly over the fluffy pillow before shooting his load everywhere. sticky cum over your bedding like glaze.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who records youd voices one day, having enough of it. you're right here, so loud, making obsene, wild noises, touching yourself with your tiny fingers which don't even make you cum, and he's decided he's not going to miss a minute of it. at all.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who stops by your room one sunday. ah, you're at it again. "heeseung...." ...did you moan his name? did he hear that right? "fuck, heeseung...., ngh—" that's it, he's turning the knob and pushing your door open.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who makes you cum atrociously in all the ways possible as soon as he walks into the room and sees your trembling figure sprawled across the bed with hands stuffed into your pants. how cutely you freeze up before reaching for him to ease the ache in between your legs.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who stares at your pussy after peeling the clothing off. "you been hidin this?" he leans closer, his breath fanning your core as he parts your pussy lips with his fingers, watching the glob of slick roll down your inner thighs in fascination. his tongue flicks out to catch it, licking a long stripe up to your clit before sucking on your bundle of nerves. "please..." your eyes roll back and he finally hears you moan into his ears. fucking finally.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who's grown inseparable. he's made a mental checklist of fuckable surfaces to fuck you on. he wakes you up by alternating between making out with your tits or eating you out. proceeds to finger you on the kitchen counter as breakfast is stranded. fucks you with his tongue on the table before lunch and ends the day with his dick drilling into your pussy.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who sneaks into your shower, sliding behind you as his one hand reaches to grope your tit and other trails lower to slip between your legs, fingers gliding between your pussy lips as he spreads the wetness around, making you shake as he rubs your clit standing in the shower. "hee... fuck—" "stay still y/n , hm?"
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who has the dirtiest mouth during sex. he makes you hyper aware of exactly what position he's got you in, and how pathetic you look, how you're begging for his cock to fill you, how your made for him, his cocksleeve. makes you say please and thank you. drives you crazy in all ways possible before giving what you want.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who fingers you during movie night. the film playing on the large tv screen was forgotten long ago. heeseungs arms had crawled between your legs, stuffing his hand under your shorts as he stuck two fingers inside you while you tried to ride his fingers, desperate of release, but he just held you down while pumping his fingers slowly, making you feel the slow burning stretch as the third finger joins in.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who edges you so bad, half the time it leads to brimming tears. he blows air the first five minutes onto your clit before eating you out. he plays with your slick and wet folds for ten minutes before inserting his digits in while fingering you. and to top it off, spends twenty minutes gliding his cock over and over your creamy pussy, taking his sweet time. as you beg him to fuck you.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who records you sucking his dick in the living room. his fingers grip your hair as he fucks into your warm slippery mouth. "take it baby, fuck, suck daddy off." your tongue sticks out as he taps his tip on the muscle before shooting hot white cum spurts all over your face. "fuuckk, just like that." you watch him send the video to jake but you couldn't care less, hands moving to remove your panties instead, ready for your turn.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who reminisces the days he survived listening to you over walls, makes you touch yourself in front of him. "show me how you do it, do you pump your fingers in or tease before hm?" "you're into that? so fucking dirty baby." "you're so dirty." "touch your tits, pinch your nipples— harder. yes, just like that." "say my name now, don't shy away." "yeah baby you're almost there, rub your little clit, go in circles."
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who goes as far as to drag you to the balcony, flipping your skirt as he parts your standing legs. his fingers move to push your panties to the side, letting the cool air against your pussy. you bite back a whimper when he rubs your bundle of nerves with your finger. "h-hee... someone might walk by, they might see, mmh—" his fingers pinch your clit as your jaw falls open in a silent gasp. "keep a watch then baby, c'mon, eyes wide open." he's crazy.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who discovers what you're into. he's stunned the moment you moan out loud, back arching into him the first time he slaps your pussy. "fuck," his voice does deeper. "you like that?" he slaps your wet cunt again, much to his liking, your reaction is immediate. "my dirty little whore, who would've known baby." he flips you to your back with legs wide open, spending the rest of the time playing with your pussy as he slaps the wet flesh while you tremble and squirm at the delicious sting.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who is mind blown when you squirt for the first time. his cock pistons into you. one hand gripping your hips as the other alternates between flicking and rolling your clit. a chant of his name is followed along with you squirting liquid all over his dick. he's so mesmerized and struck, his eyes are glued to your pulsing hole, watching the juices trickle down. fuck, he's ready to fuck you for as long as he gets to see you do it again.
perv roommate! 𝗵𝗲𝗲 // who made jake watch. jake pants heavily, eyes wide open as he palms his dick over his sweatpants. heeseung has you face down ass up in the air as he fucks into your pussy while yanking your air up. "fuck— hee! just like that mm," he pulls out before slamming back into you, falling into a rhythm. "yeah? you like my cock? let jake know baby," jake groans into his palm as he feels himself spiral, already hard and leaking in his pants, horny out of his mind. your eyes roll back and tongue lolls out of your parted open mouth. "yours, yours hee, fuck I like your cock so much! I- I'm gonna cum, cu, I'm cumming,—"
you come home and fuck your roommate’s boyfriend in the kitchen
warnings: cheating, raw sex, mentions of heeseung having sex w his gf (sooha), talking about unprotected sex, heeseung is obsessed with panties and your pussy, mentions of alcohol and weed, heeseung and you are hungover/high in this fic.
unedited soz. heeseung cheating on his gf with u <3 happy bday big daddy
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“You weren’t here last night.”
Heeseung walks out of your roommate’s bedroom in nothing but boxers and a black tank top that outlines the ridge of his abdomen and pecs. He’s a sight for sore eyes at 7am, considering he spent an entire evening binge drinking and getting high off of whatever people offered him the night before. You, on the other hand, just got home. Your heels are tossed somewhere near the front door and your eye makeup is barely on your face.
“You make it sound like I’m supposed to be at my place whenever you are.”
You turn around to look at Heeseung from where you stand in the kitchen, your barely-covered ass facing him while your hands stir sugar and cream into your cup of coffee. He walks on the hardwood floor until his back is pressed against yours, mouth barely hovering over your neck to the point where you can smell the minty breath on him. He smells like a mixture of toothpaste, alcohol, and weed.
“You were the one I was supposed to fuck last night, baby.” Heeseung pouts dramatically, bringing his hands to your hips before squeezing you. “You didn’t even wish me happy birthday.”
“I texted you, though.”
He laughs and kisses the side of your neck once.
“Not the same.”
“Oh, were you expecting a blowjob?”
“Mm, and then some.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
You feel his hands wander underneath your dress untuk his fingertips graze the thin panties you’re wearing. Your pussy jolts with excitement when his warm hands trap you between himself and the counter, feeling Heeseung’s lap push against your ass. The utensil clangs against the cup and you hurry to grab it before the liquid spills.
There’s nothing but pure excitement that fills your body when Heeseung starts to grind himself on you, semi-hard cock starting to wake up just like you’re trying to with the coffee. That’s the last thing on your mind, though. Heeseung starts to trace the band of your panties and uses his other hand to gently scrape your pussy lips when his tongue licks your skin.
“Was thinking we’d get high at the club and come back here to smoke some more and maybe fool around a bit.”
You laugh. “Yeah? At the birthday party your girlfriend threw you?”
“Sooha never stopped us from fucking before.”
“Yeah, when you weren’t the center of attention.” Heeseung feels you clench when his index finger presses against your covered entrance and smirks against your neck.
“Had to come home and fuck her instead,” he whines quietly. “Had her cumming around my cock for hours, though. I guess it wasn’t all for nothing.”
“Trying to make me jealous?”
“Is it working?” Your arousal spreads all over his finger and he feels you push your ass back against his hardened cock.
“Wouldn’t say I’m jealous, per se. Definitely interested.”
Heeseung gentle nips at your neck. “Ate her pussy and pretended it was you in my bed. Wish it was you squirting on my face instead.”
“That’s it?”
“Had her cumming in doggy until my dick was white. It kept slipping out because we came so much.”
“And here I thought I was special, baby,” you say with faux disappointment. It makes Heeseung’s dick swell in his boxers. “You fucked her raw too?”
He turns you around and looks at you, dipping his head to capture your lips in a sensual kiss. His lips are wet with saliva and his tongue barely grazes yours. Heeseung brings his hand back to your pussy and pushes his palm against your cunt, rubbing it back and forth.
“Don’t hate me, baby. What else was I supposed to do? I was high and missing your pussy. Besides, we ran out of condoms anyway.”
“Hmph.”
He leans in again, mouth nipping at your neck with his warm breath covering your skin. It makes your toes curl and you feel Heeseung bring his free hand to his dick to squeeze him from the outside.
“You can’t be mad at me for fucking my girlfriend of my birthday, darling.”
“I guess not.”
“You weren’t even there,” he says with a slight whine.
“Your girlfriend never gave me an invitation. Take it up with her.”
“She’s probably just jealous.”
Heeseung pulls himself back and lifts up your dress to get a look at your naked front. He hooks his fingers on your panties and bends his knees with it while he takes them off, quietly thanking you for being such a good girl to help him.
When you look behind you, Heeseung’s already back to his feet with your soaked panties in his hand. He licks the wet patch and closes his eyes as he moans out loud, other hand jacking off his hard and big fuckstick as he savors your taste. You moan in front of him and Heeseung opens his eyes, a wicked grin on his lips when he realizes you’re wetter than before.
He sucks on the fabric until he can’t taste you anymore before pushing the loose fabric back against your cunt, rubbing it over your wet lips . His fingers move back and forth while he gathers more arousal and shoves your panties back into his mouth, moaning when you turn around to push your ass towards him.
“Sooha doesn’t know how to have fun like you do, baby.” Heeseung spits directly on his dick and rubs his fat head against your bare and wet pussy, hissing at the initial contact. “Her pussy doesn’t take my cock like yours does.”
The stretch is always insane. His dick is fucking huge in your small cunt, pussy barely able to wrap around him in the first try. It’s your tenacity that makes Heeseung harder and the way you push against his lap like you want all of him inside of you despite the pain that makes him go crazy. It’s why he prefers fucking you over Sooha, especially because you whine like you’ll die without his dick.
Heeseung pulls out and lets the next few thrusts acclimate to your tight walls. You’re running on sleep depravation mixed in with a lingering high from weed and alcohol that makes his cock feel like a magic wand meant to give you nothing but pleasure. He’s warm, he’s thick, and you feel his balls swinging against your thighs with every thrust.
He brings his mouth to your earlobe and sucks on the loose skin. You grip the counter for stability and moan, which makes Heeseung moan right into your ear.
“Fuck, clench my dick again.” You constrict your pussy against him and he moans straight from his chest. “Best pussy ever. My dick physically hurts if I’m not inside you.”
“S-Sweet talked.”
“Only for my baby.” Heeseung grips the counter beside you and angles his legs to push right up into your hole, making you whine and stand on your toes to accommodate the new angle. It feels so fucking good to be fucked like this with his tip pressing against the deepest parts of you.
And maybe the idea of getting caught turns you in. You know it makes Heeseung aroused, judging from all the times he’s begged to take you right where she could hear or see. You, on the other hand, have some decorum. You might find your roommate to be the most annoying and insufferable girl to live with, but you aren’t someone who will flaunt her boyfriend around for no reason at all.
Except, it kind of back fired on her behalf. She spends every waking moment bragging about Heeseung’s big dick like you don’t know what it feels like to be fucked by him. She talks about her boyfriend like he’s never sent you videos of himself cumming to your photos. Sooha brags about her boyfriend as if he’s never came in you so much you had a pregnancy scare.
“Pull out,” you whisper against his mouth when Heeseung tilts your head to kiss you. It’s a miracle that Sooha hasn’t woken up with how much noise the two of you are making.
“What? Why?”
“It’s bad enough you ran out of condoms,” you say with a petty laugh. You don’t care either way, really. But it’s fun seeing Heeseung’s eyebrows lock in confusion like you just told him to stop fucking you. “I can’t have you cumming in me when you came in Sooha.”
“It doesn’t matter, baby.” Heeseung forces his tongue deep into your mouth and sucks on your wet muscle, thrusting harder into your wet cunt like he’s trying to prove a point.
“Pull out. Or are you that bad at controlling your dick?”
“Bratty baby,” he says with a laugh. His fingers grip the counter until his knuckles turn white and he ruts into your small pussy.
“You want me to pull out?” You nod over and over again just to tease him. “Okay, sweetheart. Whatever you want. But you need to cum before I do, or else I can’t promise anything. Cum before me and I’ll pull out.”
He hooks his chin over your shoulder when you bring your right hand to your clit, rubbing your fingers back and forth to bring you closer to your orgasm. Heeseung’s ass clenches at the very sight and he does his best to hold himself off until he feels your cum splattering onto his cock from the inside.
“Fuck, bend over and spread your ass apart.”
You’re still cumming when he pulls out but you do as he says. He watches your hold spasm as he uses his hand to jerk his fuckstick, wet cock making his palm wet too. The sound bounces off the walls in the kitchen and you gasp when you feel his warm semen splash against your warm pussy.
“Sexy fuckin’ pussy,” Heeseung grunts as he finishes jerking off. He brings the head to rub against you, smearing himself all over you. Your roommate’s boyfriend dips himself right back in, pushing the entirety of his dick back into you.
“Never said anything about this,” he says lowly. “This is fair game.”
“S-Shit.”
“I’m so fuckin’ hungover. Can’t stay hard, baby. I’m sorry.” Heeseung thrusts his softening dick in and out of your cum-covered hole and lets himself unwillingly leave your pussy when you clench so hard it pushes him out.
He tucks his dick, still dirty with mixed cum, back into his boxers while he pulls your dress down. Your coffee has long since been forgotten when he kisses you again and tells you to get some sleep.
Sooha wakes up two hours later none the wiser.
a/n: only saying this once bc i know ppl will have shit to say. my tropes/kinks are strictly that and most things i write aren’t things i condone irl.
SUMMARY: heeseung has been your best friend for as long as you can remember. so begs the question: is there anything wrong with giving your best friend a blowjob on New Year’s Day?
PAIRING: best friend!heeseung x fem!reader
WORD COUNT: 3.6K
NOTES: happy new year, enjoy this short drabble 🖤 please consider reblogging and leaving a comment (or two!)
I’m also thinking about finally opening up a taglist for all future work, so let me know if you’d like to be added :)
WARNINGS: dom x sub dynamics, big dick heeseung, blowjob & deep throating, doggy, spanking, slight masochism & sadomasochism elements, choking, teasing & dirty talk, heeseung controls the speed with a belt around reader’s head, cumming in your mouth, mentions of heeseung eating pussy, unresolved feelings.
Nothing compares to fucking your best friend.
There isn’t a drug that comes close to how horny you get at the anticipation of Heeseung pushing himself inside of you. It’s hot, it’s messy, and it’s the kind of sex that has you clawing at the bedsheets while he’s demolishing you at record speed. Seldom has anyone made you as wet as Heeseung does to the point where hookups and flings don’t live up to your standards anymore. Getting off is fun, but compared to the unspoken chemistry that lingers between you and your best friend, having sex with other people feels like a pathetic attempt to pretend there’s nothing going on between you two.
It doesn’t happen often. You’re pretty sure your mutual friends don’t even know the two of you have been fucking on and off for the last six months. You’ll call him to your apartment when your friend-turned-roommate is out of town. If the two of you are the last ones to go home, Heeseung will touch you in the car and pull into an empty parking lot to release pent up sexual tension. These intoxication sessions leave you dazed and satisfied when it’s all over, hooking up every other month or so has felt like hooking up every other week because sex with Heeseung is never just a single round. There’s foreplay, heavy petting, dirty talk, and multiple rounds before the two of you think of parting ways and saying goodbye. The two of you are naked for hours by the time you’ve orgasmed for the nth time and when Heeseung can’t stay hard any longer. You’ve both managed to act normal under these circumstances, giving the appropriate amount of physical touch and keeping verbal affection to a minimum when you’re with other people. Everyone else thinks it’s normal–they either have hope for this potential relationship or had let the thought go after years of remaining friends–for you and Heeseung to be in each other’s orbits as much as you already are.
It all started that one night back in April, the heat in Heeseung’s room making sleeping unbearable, especially since you had to deal with Heeseung pressed so close to your body. It’s a bit funny thinking about how hot you were since your neighborhood’s power went out just a few hours before. Multiple blankets and sweaters couldn’t block out the frigid cold that seeped into your apartment no matter if you shut your windows or put on all the clothes you own. Heeseung had offered his place for you to sleep at, and when you took your sweater off of your body with the fabric catching on your shirt until your chest was bare, you realized he was awake because he moaned.
There he was, leaning on his elbow while he looked at your nipples. You hurried to take off the sweater and fix your shirt, pulling it back over your chest, your cheeks heating up at the embarrassment because while he’s seen you in bikinis and short dresses over the years, not once has Heeseung ever seen you naked. You’d thrown the sweater somewhere on the floor next to you and your best friend, presumably more alert at this point, looked from your covered tits to your eyes with the kind of expression that made you both nervous and excited. You’d be stupid to deny that you’ve thought about Heeseung looking at you like this. When he moves his hand towards the hem of your shirt, pulling it up your chest to expose you to him once again, you don’t tell him to stop. His warm mouth was a euphoric sensation. He was still tired, that was for sure, as he lazily sucked around your bud while flicking it with his wet tongue. The affair was soft at first, as Heeseung gradually awoke and your inevitable arousal overtook your senses because the next thing you know, the two of you fucked each other until you both passed out.
One thing you’ve learned is how much you love teasing him. He’s normally easy-going and doesn’t have much to say unless he’s comfortable enough to say what’s on his mind. Heeseung is shy by nature, but he has his confident moments where it seems like nothing in the world can touch him. Sex with you is one of those times, because for as docile as he is when he’s sober-minded, you’re just as bratty and as loud-mouthed when you’re horny and turned on. There’s nothing he loves more than to put you in your place when he’s alone with you.
“You talk big for a girl with a small mouth.”
“Why don’t you put it to use and find out?”
It’s technically New Year’s Day, but neither of you are keeping track of the time. He’s buzzed and so are you. You know testing him is the wrong thing to do, but seeing Heeseung’s patience run thin thrills you like no other. Your body’s already completely naked on his bed with your tits pressed underneath you and against his mattress, Heeseung’s dick lodged deep into your pussy while your legs lay on either side of him. The angle allows him to stay inside of you and present our ass to him, which has undoubtedly turned multiple shades of red as he spanked you. It began with his hands after he saw just how sexy you looked with your body bent before him. He raised his right hand and slapped each ass cheek, continuing as he heard you moan out for him and realized you love being used more than you lead on. Heeseung repeatedly slapped both asscheeks and the sting of his palm felt wild and tantalizing in conjunction with how hard he was thrusting. You could feel both his dick and his hands, and you weren't sure which one you liked more.
Then came the belt. He was obsessed with that goddamn black leather belt he wouldn’t have bought if not for his cowboy costume for the New Year’s Party with a dress code that screamed Halloween. The two of you hadn’t meant to match, with you dressed as a sexy cowgirl fit with a garter and a prop gun that shot tequila out of the barrel. You weren’t supposed to be in town in the first place. Heeseung didn’t know that your plans had been cancelled and that your friends convinced you to show up to this party instead. The two of you looked like you planned a couple’s costume and by the time you were tired of drinking and dancing, you both decided to sleep it off at Heeseung’s place since it was much closer to the party. And now your ass is red from your best friend folding the belt in half and whipping your flesh to watch it jiggle for his enjoyment. He thrusts his cock into you a few times before pulling himself out completely, leaving you to whine at the loss of delicious friction.
“Get up,” Heeseung commands in that deep voice he uses when he’s scolding you, grabbing a sweater from his chair to provide cushion against his hardwood. “Get on your knees and open your mouth. You’re too horny to argue, instead choosing to obey and crawl to the edge of the bed before properly kneeling before him. Heeseung’s cock stands with his tip pointed directly at your face. When you stick your tongue out to lick him, your best friend grips your hair from the scalp and tilts your heat back until you’re looking up at him with your neck straining. “Don’t touch me. I didn’t say you could do anything other than getting on your knees and opening your mouth.”
“I did what you asked,” you bark back with a devilish smile on your mouth.
“I don’t recall telling you to lick my cock. Tsk. You’re so fucking impatient. It’s a turn off.”
You laugh at his bluff. “Sure. Must be why you’re rock hard whether you’re in my pussy or in my mouth.” Heeseung grips your hair tighter and relishes in the way you wince, eyes shutting for a brief second while he uses his other hand to grip the tip of his dick, slapping it on the left side of your face repeatedly before letting go of your hair. He uses a bit of force to push you backwards but you don’t mind that at all. In fact, you were hoping he’d do what he usually does–shove his dick in your mouth until he’s effectively fucking your throat at the speed of light, but he doesn’t.
“Stick your tongue out.”
You do as he says and present him the flat surface of your pink tongue. Heeseung guides the head until he’s sliding it against your wet muscle. You can taste remnants of yourself and past orgasms on him, it’s salty and warm and you're tempted to swallow him whole. But you know there’s a limit that you can push before Heeseung would actually leave you high and dry just to punish you. He’s never done it, but there’s this voice in the back of your mind that tells you to stop when you think of pushing him even further, and you can’t think of a worse fate than not having Heeseung make you come.
His cockhead is so smooth and savory to the taste. You look up at him but he doesn’t spare you a glance, instead choosing to focus on the wet mess his dick and your tongue are making. Heeseung lifts himself just to slap himself against you, using his hand to move in repeated motions until you can hear your spit and his precum splashing all over the place. It isn’t enough to cause a big commotion, but you can feel the way it’s starting to seep towards the corners of your mouth and fall down your bottom lip.
“You always want my cock when I pull it out,” Heeseung groans, pulling himself out to smear your spit over your cheeks. You keep your tongue out as he moves the underside of him over your mouth, gliding his dick until your tongue has reached the seam of his balls and then back over again and again. “You look so fucking good when you’re waiting for me to stick it in. Your mouth and pussy are so greedy for me, but right now I want to see your face stuffed with my cock. I want spit drooling from your mouth until it’s spilling into your tits. I want a messy blowjob, you hear me? If you don’t choke and gag, it’s not what I want.”
Heeseung pulls away and grips himself by the base to align his tip with your mouth, pushing the head in. Your mouth encloses around him but you don’t dare to push your head forward to deepthroat him like you normally would. Your best friend looks so determined to use your mouth like a toy and you make yourself look like something that can’t talk or fight back. Heeseung looks the sexiest when he uses your body until he’s satisfied because you know this means he’ll return the favor until your pussy is absolutely spent. Giving him a blowjob is a joy in itself, but you’re equally as excited knowing he’ll fuck you however you want once he’s satisfied.
He keeps his dick just barely in your mouth with two or three inches lodged inside you. You watch him grab the belt from the bed with one hand as he toys with it above you, snapping the leather to make you squirm. It makes you clench around absolutely nothing and the cold draft in his room does nothing to soothe your wet pussy and the goosebumps that have formed all along your body. Heeseung doesn’t do anything except put the belt around you until you can feel it pressing against the back of your head.
You don’t get a chance to prepare. Heeseung pulls your head towards his pelvis with the belt, impaling your throat with the entirety of his length and girthy cock, which makes you gag at the sudden intrusion. His tip nudges against the back of your throat like it’s trying to convince you to choke around him, and you do. You try to swallow by constricting your throat but all of the spit that has procured in the last few seconds starts to seep out of your mouth the longer Heeseung keeps his dick inside of you.
“You look so sexy with my cock in your mouth. I like it when you can’t talk back to me. You have such a loud fucking mouth.” Heeseung looks down at you and listens to the way you gag around him, and like the good girl you are, your hands are down by your side and not clawing at his thighs for stability. You have the most perfect posture when you’re trying to focus on breathing. It drives him insane to see you fighting with yourself because he knows that one part of you loves it when your mouth is stuffed. “It’s cute when we’re with our friends. You’re polite and funny. You always make me laugh. But when it’s just us two? Goddamn, baby. You run your mouth like a fucking train and don’t listen to a single thing I say until I’m hurting you.” He loosens the grip he has on his belt, allowing you to pull away from him to take a small breather, spit flowing out of your mouth until it drips down the side of your face and onto your chest. You suck around the first couple of inches while the belt’s only loosely wrapped around your head. “I don’t want to see you in pain, but you keep testing my patience. It’s like you want me to hurt you.”
Of course, you can’t say anything. All that’s left is the slurping sound of your wet mouth against his wet dick, sucking on whatever you can reach. Heeseung laughs at your desperation and pulls you closer to him again until your nose hits his smooth and defined pelvis. You choke again and it’s like your pain is something that makes Heeseung laugh. “I know you love my cock in you like this. You can be such a sweet girl when you want to be. Where is she tonight, hm? What happened to the girl who let me fuck her pussy for hours a few weeks ago? You were so obedient for me. Did you get tired of waiting for me to fuck do? Is that why you’re acting up?”
Heeseung keeps his hips still for the most part as to not reward you by fucking your face while he does all the work. Instead, your best friend pulls and pushes your head until you move in tandem, feeling the belt against you with every movement of your head. It’s hard not to choke when Heeseung’s dick is repeatedly jamming the back of your throat, the quiet of his room providing an erotic backdrop as you gag around him with even more spit oozing from your mouth. The whole ordeal looks and sounds obscene. Heeseung’s dick stretches your mouth out like nobody has before to the point where you’re sure this session has permanently imprinted him on your body, and you’re sure nobody will ever fuck you the way your best friend does.
His heavy balls swung underneath him, and when he quickens the pace, they hit your chin and jawline. There are too many sensations for you to focus on–his balls, his big dick, the spit, being unable to breathe, and the feeling of being watched–for you to choose which one turns you on the most. Heeseung’s capable of making you go crazy because he’s able to fuck you mentally and physically at the same time. His cock makes you drool and restricts how much you’re able to breathe until he’s feeling generous enough to allow you to catch your breath while his eyes glare down at you like you’re in some evil, revengeful plot to get you to look pathetic for him. It doesn’t matter to you because it’s all the same–Heeseung will make you lose your mind because of how much pleasure he brings to your body and because you always feel desired by him no matter how he’s looking at you.
“Your tears are turning me on,” Heeseung tells you while he uses his belt to control your movements. It’s true, tears have since emerged around your eyes with a single tear threatening to fall to your cheek. But it’s so hot. You’d let him make you cry as many times as he wanted. “You play neutral when we’re in public. Not too sexy but not too innocent. Fuck, you’re so confident that it’s scary. You don’t take shit from anybody. I love seeing you like this because it’s the only time you’d ever submit to me. That’s fucking sexy. Wish all our friends could see you like this. You’re a whore. But so am I, right? A whore for your pussy and mouth, just like you’re a whore for my dick.”
You moan around him, but it sounds a bit chopped with the speed you’re impaling yourself around him. There’s a surprising layer of vulnerability in his words. Heeseung is incredibly good at dirty talk and has his fair share of moments that makes your head spin because he’ll go from threatening to pound you into the mattress to slow, soft thrusts while he kisses your neck like you’re made of something delicate. He’s never been so forward and open during sex like he is now, but maybe it’s because he knows you can’t physically talk to tease him for his vulnerability. If you’re being honest, too, the reward for fighting against him has less to do with painful punishments than it does with allowing yourself to act out and throw a tantrum, one that you know Heeseung is more than willing to put up with. He’ll laugh and encourage your bratty behavior under the guise of trying to make you obey, too entertained by the difference in how you act when you’re naked versus fully clothed. You push his buttons the way people push yours, bite back at him in the same way people say harsh things to you, and defy him like he knows you want to when you’re not having sex with him. This side of you is something that’s been dormant for years and, apparently, Heeseung is the one to bring it out of you.
Fucking your throat feels like granting your silent wish of being used like you’re absolutely nothing because everybody always needs you. Everybody assumes you will inconvenient yourself to make other people happy and this unfair weight on your shoulders is released when Heeseung fucks you so long and hard that you forget all of your problems exist. They become easier to manage when you stop thinking before you act. Your best friend’s more than willing to indulge you, but you never thought he might feel the same way about having sex with you.
“Oh fuck,” Heeseung says between moans. “I’m cumming. Gonna cum in your little mouth. Fuck, here it comes.”
With his belt, Heeseung keeps your face pressed right against his lap when you feel his hot cum spurt at the back of your throat. His cum is warm and you try to swallow around him to prevent his massive load from truly choking you, but some of it still ends up pushing from between your tongue and his dick until it spills to your chin and the corners of your mouth. You can feel Heeseung throbbing against you while he finishes cumming, his cock so warm against your mouth that you don’t mind the fact that he’s stuffing himself down your small hole. He lets go of one side of the belt and allows you to pull your head off of him. You use the pad of your thumb to scoop the cum that’s fallen out of your mouth, sucking on your finger while Heeseung’s dick hangs in the air with a single bead of cum latched onto the tip. You lean forward to lick the slit and only the slit, to which Heeseung laughs and shudders.
“Happy New Year,” he says in a whisper as he tries to catch his own breath before pushing a kiss to your lips with the kind of tenderness you can’t seem to read. Heeseung pulls you up by the elbows and helps you back on the bed after you’ve spent a long period of time with your knees on his floor, this time letting your back lay against the mattress while he hovers over you with his still-hardened dick touching your leg. “Let me eat you out as a thank you for that incredible mouth of yours.” He descends, making you forget about the pain on your kneecaps until you're moaning out for him, cumming into his mouth so many times that you can barely keep track.
Heeseung fucks you with just as much passion and vigor as he usually does and it makes you wonder when the two of you will finally address what’s been left unsaid.
ijbol at me saying i might leave this blog in 2026 but having some steam left 😭
You can't take the way he isn’t even looking at you.
You keep calling his name but he doesn’t even look up. He won’t even spare you a single glance.
“Heeseung” you whine.
“Heeseung. Please” you beg.
He doesn’t reply, partly because he’s too focused. Partly because he doesn’t know what you could possibly want more.
“Heeseung” you whine, tears threatening to fall.
You need him close, you need his attention.
He just thinks you want more and spreads your thighs further apart as he licks and sucks at your pussy.
“Heeseung!” you whine again and tug on his hair, wanting his attention.
He presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling back.
“Mh? What’s wrong? “ his lips glisten with your juices.
“I need you close” your voice shakes.
His brows furrow for a second before pulling himself up so he’s on top of you.
He immediately coos at the sight of you, tears spilling from your eyes, cheeks flushed, messy hair and your hand crumpling the sheets next to you.
Firstly, he grabs your hand and kisses it before pinning it next to your head.
“You need me close?” he repeats as he kisses you gently.
He doesn’t wipe your tears as they give him a weird sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.
You nod as you look into his eyes, trying to memorize every part of him.
He kisses your neck and smirks to himself.
He loooves how vulnerable you get during sex. Like you physically need this closeness to feel full and loved by him. Maybe it’s fucked up, maybe it’s unhealthy, but that wouldn’t be a first in your relationship.
He gives his already hard cock a few strokes before lining it with your hole.
You're so wet and ready for him, already clenching like you’re trying to suck him in.
“Fuck-” he groans as he sinks into you.
You whimper, slightly oversensitive considering how long his face was between your thighs earlier.
He grabs your calves and lifts them so your thighs are squished against your chest and he can go deeper.
You immediately moan “oh my god” as you arch slightly, your arms going around his neck.
He buries his face in your neck and starts thrusting, fast and powerful.
You whimper and dig your nails into his neck.
He groans, but doesn’t get mad, knowing you’re feeling extremely sensitive right now.
“I know baby, I know,”
“C-closer” you beg, needing him to invade every part of your body, your mind, your soul.
He grunts as he plunges deeper into you. “Baby I don’t think I can get closer than this.”
You whimper and more tears fall. You sniffle “I c-can’t,”
He pulls back to look at you and chuckles.
“You’re so sensitive, baby. C’mon don’t cry.” he presses kisses all over your face as his thrusts slow down.
You sniffle and he looks at you.
He wraps your legs around him so his pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, then he wraps one arm around your waist and leans down so your chests are touching.
He starts moving again, slower. Each powerful thrust sending shocks to your brain, making it feel all fuzzy and warm. He doesn’t stop looking at you as he watches your brows arch and your mouth fall open.
He feels you claw at his shoulders and just continues his slow, deliberate thrusts that knock the air from your chest.
“Better? Hm?”
You can’t possibly reply. You just roll your eyes back and arch into his chest.
“So fuckin’ needy. Do you get it now when I say no one else can handle you? Hm?”
You whimper, more tears falling from your eyes and into the mattress beneath you.
“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck. “Just means you're mine.”
“Heeseung-” you try to warn him you’re close but he interrupts you.
“I know. You’re- fuck- squeezing me so tight baby.”
He feels your grip on his biceps tighten and your legs lock in around him.
“Cmon hold on a little longer,” he smirks, basically pulling out until only the tip is in.
Poor y/n. Still getting teased, even when you’re crying, sweating, begging him for more.
Your head lolls to the side, letting more tears roll down your face.
He loves that.
“Look at me y/n,” his voice is soft,even though his actions speak way louder.
His actions being the way his dick is barely still inside you and he’s completely neglecting your pleasure.
You don’t turn your head and you cross your arms as well, giving him the full brat treatment.
“Seriously, baby?” his thumb goes to lazily rub your clit, making you clench around him.
He pushes back in slightly and your head tilts back.
“You were being so good. So communicative.” He leans in to suck a fresh hickey on your exposed skin.
You whine but don’t dare to push him away.
You try to roll your hips, attempting to get a sliver of pleasure from his firm thumb pressing against your clit and his cock half-inside your pussy.
He immediately pins them down.
“Y/n,” he warns.
Your arms go from crossed to covering your face.
He can barely see if you’re crying but hears the familiar sniffles and whimpers of all the other times he was in this situation.
“Cmon don’t do that now-” he tries to pull them away but you shake your head.
He sighs and smooths his thumb over your wrist, right under where your palm is covering your eyes.
“Baby. C’mon,” he repeats, stuck between "I took it too far” and “she’s a dramatic brat”.
He sinks back inside you, finally, pitying you.
He starts picking his pace up again, thrusting shallowly but rubbing circles on your clit.
It really isn’t hard to gain his compassion.
You’re feeling good again and your arms fall back above your head.
When you meet his gaze it isn’t warm. But not cold either.
He’s just...watching you.
The smudged black streaks of mascara falling down your face and your red, teary big eyes staring up at him like you’d do anything for him.
He plunges himself deep inside and you cry out.
He knows he should be going easier on you right now, but he just can’t resist when you fall apart around him.
In between your breathy moans, he buries his face in your neck and you swear you can hear him groan as you clench around him.
He presses soft kisses there as his dick slides in and out of your puffy pussy.
“You’re so pretty when you cry.”
That makes your legs tighten around him and pull him deeper.
You moan and let out a soft “‘m so close” in his ear.
He doesn’t stop this time.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.
“That’s it. Cmon. Let go for me.”
It’s like his words have the magical effect of controlling what your body does, cutting yourself from the decision.
You feel like an elastic snap in your stomach and throw your head back as you call his name, repeatedly.
“I know, I know, fuck-” he speeds up, using your pussy as his personal fleshlight as he feels his own orgasm arrive too.
You whine as you look up at him.
All you want right now, in your post-orgasm blissful haze is to see him cum too.
You tug on his hair. “Please baby,”
That has him groaning as he bottoms out inside you with a final thrust, filling you up.
“Oh God,” he basically moans in your ear as his dick spills more cum inside you.
“Fuck-” he thrusts a few more times before basically falling on top of you, finally making you feel that closeness you were asking for in the beginning.
You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.
When he pulls back he grabs a tissue on the nightstand and admires the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy, before cleaning it all up.
“You okay?” he asks after giving you a soft kiss on the lips.
You nod and look up at him as he smudges the mascara stains under your eyes.
“Sorry I cried,” you chuckle.
He chuckles back. “I didn’t mind. As long as you don’t shut me out.”
In fact, he loved it. Loved it so much he was already planning on how to tease so much you’d be crying in his arms. But that was for next time.
You nod as you play with his hair absentmindedly, unaware of his evil plan.
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Heeseung barely glanced up the first time you met.
Not when your mom introduced you, her laugh sharp and grating over the clink of designer glassware. Not when she called you her little angel, like she hadn’t spent the last decade ignoring your existence—like a piece of cloth begging to be brought back just because it’s trendy now. And definitely not when you smiled at him like you actually meant it.
He just slouched further into his hoodie. Hood up, sleeves covering half his hands like armor. Said something that might’ve been “hey,” but it sounded more like: I don’t give a shit.
You smiled anyway. Quiet, composed. Like you didn’t notice he hadn’t met your eyes yet, hadn’t even registered the color of his irises. He had a good face, for sure. And a nice name. Heeseung. Hee—seung.
Let’s try not to forget it…
He’s Heeseung. The one who doesn't match the luxury flooring or manicured smiles. Heeseung, who looked more interested in his phone screen than the pricey piece of steak he’d just been served.
You...
You were different. And Heeseung noticed.
Because other girls—especially the daughters of his father’s revolving door of Stepford wives—always played the same game: almost flirty, too fake, self-obsessed, and excited to be part of the family.
You… you were calmer. Almost shy. Ashamed to even call your mom “Mom.” You were also interested in his presence—lightly tapping his foot with yours, giving him those apologetic doe eyes, like: Sorry that my shameless mom got a grip on your already-married dad just to milk him dry…
But it’s not like he divorced his mom for yours. And it’s not like you were the first one. Generally, the other step-siblings never asked about him. Never cared to know what lay beneath the hoodie-tortured-kid style he wore like armor.
You?
You looked at him like he was a person. Like you saw something he didn’t even believe was still there.
And with months—and then a year—maybe… you liked what you saw.
You asked questions. Not the fake kind. Real ones.
“You coded that game on your own?”
“You really won a national contest?”
“That glitch mechanic you added… did you write it from scratch?”
He wasn’t used to that kind of attention. Not anymore.
You leaned over his laptop one afternoon, wide-eyed, genuinely impressed. Your breath was warm on his shoulder, the scent of vanilla and soft detergent clinging to your hoodie—one he was almost sure used to be his.
“You’re kind of a genius,” you’d said, and smiled that smile. Soft. Easy. Like you weren’t afraid of him.
Because why would you be? You were always so nice and caring to him. You’d bring him a plate of food when his dad never cared to check even once. Leave Post-its with sweet pep talks before exams—ones that made him smile for the first time in a decade. Sit silently beside him after he got scolded for placing second on the honor board. Your hand, always soft and peach-scented, would stroke his hair like he wasn’t eight months older. And your eyes—so sweet when they met his.
You weren’t supposed to make him feel things.
And he wasn’t supposed to want someone like you.
But there you were. Not just prim—but infuriatingly so. You weaponized it. You made being stuck-up look like a goddamn virtue. All perfect posture and polite smiles. Still, something was off. Like how you made him open up to you, but never really talked about yourself—your life, your past. Always mysterious, always evasive when he got curious, always turning the tables on him.
You… you made him feel watched. Seen. Known.
And he didn’t like not knowing you back. Because he needed to know everything. It was pathological. Every variable that could disturb his life. Every secret.
And you... Oh you, you were the unknown variable. The only one he couldn’t figure out.
And the worst part?
Heeseung couldn’t match you. He wasn’t good with people. Never had been. Getting you to open up? Never happening. He even got tense in crowds. Even if girls liked him, he couldn't maintain relationships beyond hookups. He could throw a punch, sure—but he'd rather let the other guy walk off with a smirk, too bored to bother.
But he was good at something: systems. Code. Surveillance.
So he broke the rules he’d promised himself he wouldn’t... At least with you.
He hacked your devices.
He shouldn’t have connected to them. Shouldn’t have hijacked your phone. Shouldn’t have hacked your webcam feed like it was just another game level to conquer.
It started innocent—ish. Really. Just some harmless digital snooping. New mother, new stepsister, weird vibes, potential threat to his peace and privacy—totally justifiable.
But your passwords were laughable. The kind of thing a middle schooler could crack.
Seriously. “Bookworm123”?
Please.
After all he was Mr. Cybersecurity Prodigy. Award-winning code monkey. VPN for his VPN, two-factor-auth god.
And he peeked. Just a little…
Your instagram private account, that your mom swore you didn’t have because “socials medias was too destructive for her future doctor of a child.”
Your spotify. Pinterest boards. You’re files.
like essays about behavioral neuroscience and a note named “journaling” : Plans. Rage. Angry rebellion written between textbook reviews. Your escape plan : college far away, control of your own life, zero influence from Barbie and her string of Stepdads. How you craved more. Your identity crisis, GPA fetishist, and how competitive you were to the point of mania. Basically, a mirror of Heeseung in the shape of someone who tried to play the hero of his narrative.
Then, it got worse.
Because curiosity became fixation. He was too deep for it not to be.
On sleepless nights, Heeseung discovered things he absolutely shouldn't.
That his straight A’s and volunteering hours stepsister — was actually sneaking off to frat party with her friends, just feel alive, get waisted and let some sophomore finger her.
The music you fall asleep to, your “fuck” playlist too — the one you wouldn’t admit to owning even under threat of death.
That habit of yours to flirt with strangers like you had a death wish or just want to be ruined so badly being jailed would be for your own good.
That you send cropped pics, no face — just enough tits and thighs, to creeps then ghost them when they beg to meet, just to feel seen.
And he knew the kind of porn you watched on school nights, after wishing him sweet dreams. Earphones on, lips between your t-shirt collar like you’re scared someone might hear you in that big mansion. And what killed him is how fucking rough it is. Spit. Hair-pulling. Throat-fucking. Girls like you weren’t supposed to want that. Girls like you were supposed to blush and look away, like when he got too close. You’re supposed to be horrified at things like that — not get off to it at 1:38 a.m.
He discovered your texts with that secret boyfriend of yours. How badly he treated you, and how you let him, just to feel owned, loved. He knew when you snuck in those late-night FaceTimes, shirt half-off, hand between your thighs, playing the loyal girlfriend for him and his pathetic dick.
And Heeseung? He was obsessed with that version of you—the one he didn’t even dare to fantasize about, yet you handed to him on a silver plate.
Your self-care sessions got him hard under his desk. Got him jerking off to the way your fingers curled around your own throat in the dim hue of your bedroom, playing at power, pretending you didn’t crave being broken open.
You were too good at pretending. Sitting across from him, blouse crisp, smiling like a poetry award was the climax of your week.
What a goddamn lie.
But at least he’d seen you now. Most of you. And he understood better. Understood your issues. But something in him snapped.
Because this wasn’t just about obsession anymore.
It wasn’t about lust.
Or even protection.
It was about you.
And how you made him feel real again.
How you gave him a purpose.
You didn’t flinch when he glared. Didn’t avoid him at dinner. You just smiled, slid him your extra fries, and asked about the AI competition like it mattered. You looked at him like he was a person.
Not a project. Not a problem.
Not a hacker. Not a delinquent.
Not some mistake his father regretted.
And that… made you dangerous.
Because now you were a necessity. Something—someone—he cared about.
He did want to protect you.
But he also wanted to own you.
To erase the line between your bedroom and his. Between your thoughts and his access. Between your gasps at night and his name.
You weren’t supposed to get close.
You weren’t supposed to care.
And he wasn’t supposed to fall for you.
Fall for you?
...
But now what ?
You were the virus in his system.
The girl who said “good job” when he didn’t ask for praise. Who laughed when no one else did. Who touched his shoulder once—just once—and left him with a twitch in his fingers he couldn’t debug.
But you were a line of code he couldn’t rewrite. A live feed he couldn’t turn off.
And maybe, if he watched long enough, if he memorized every breath, every sigh, every single unguarded look, you wouldn’t disappear like the others.
Maybe, if he learned your pattern…he could break you open before you broke him.
And maybe, just maybe, you’d want him to. Even if it meant losing something. Even if it meant pulling you into the dark with him… and never letting you go.
Now you were sitting across from him. You spare him a glance while structuring your salad like a freak, with those doe eyes and he’s hard. Hard at a family dinner while they talked business.
Suddenly his breath catches your feet touching under the table. Like questioning, you good ?
Yeah it’s me, Heeseung. That sweet voice of yours haunting his head.
His foot slides slower in between your legs mindlessly and when you almost jolt, he realizes.
“gotta go sleep.” he blurred, rushing off the table. “Tomorrow is exam day.”
Fuck, he wants more. More of your secrets.More of you, the real you.
So he turned on your webcam, night after night, and your phone’s, and tab. like you were his favorite streamer, his favorite radio mc, the best sound to sleep. Like you wanted him to fantasise, think of it every night…
You were stretched across your bed, laughing into your phone, wearing nothing but a tank and panties, circling your finger on your belly mindless. The way girls do when they forget they’re being watched.
You laid out your clothes for the next day like some little honor-roll princess—giggling when your friend called you a chaebol, and you shrug her off.
But the way you lingered on the lace you never wear… the silk you only sleep on alone… the sheer pieces he has never seen— holding them up to your chest, slow movements like the reflection was his to tell you what to wear. It was fucking foreplay. You were a fucking siren, with your fucking hair finally down, and those dumb big scare glasses off.
And him ?
Heeseung…
He was already crashing on the rocks. He was a black-hat addict no-full-blown cyber-pervert. rock hard, mindlessly stroking his bulge at the sheer form of you in unmatched underwears.
So innocent. So mine.
Some days later, you knocked on his door while your parents were off circling the globe, allergic to stillness and obligations. Your hair was tied up but messier than usual, cheeks sun-kissed, eyes almost red—like you’d cried.
God, if someone made you cry… I’d kill them.
You held two glasses of soda, dripping with condensation. No way you could deny you’d been pacing by his door for the last hour.
“What are you up to, genius? I’m bored,” you said, voice half-curious, half-something else.
Heeseung—fool, addict, liar—let you in. Let you get too close. Showed you things he shouldn’t because you asked with that look that made him feel like a god, not a glitch. But also made him wonder who had made you sad enough to want to change your mind.
Still, you smiled at his screens like they were art. Touched his keyboard like it was sacred. No step-sister had ever looked at him like that before—hell, no one actually had. Fuck, he needed to focus. Focus on you, not you.
“You really made all this?”
He nodded, trying not to smirk, trying not to shake. His fingers danced across the keys like a seduction.
“Wanna see something fun?”
A window blinked open. He typed some commands, and grainy footage appeared: the neighbor’s yard. Middle-aged man with hedge clippers, snipping bonsai like manicuring his soul.
He tapped more keys. Suddenly, sprinklers roared to life. The neighbor shrieked, dropped the shears, and bolted.
You burst out laughing, collapsing into him, palm against his chest. That sound—reckless, sweet—made something snap inside him. It wasn’t just pride. It was possession. You weren’t weirded out. You liked it. Liked him. Not the fake polite way. The way that made him want to caress your cheek and kiss those red eyes.
But he was a coward—or your strongest soldier, as he liked to call himself. One who wanted you close, for good, not some fling you’d regret like the others he barely tolerated. No, he wanted you for life—and he was in the perfect position, as long as your parents behaved.
Then your eyes met. Dangerous idea sparking. You dared him with your gaze, then dashed out of his room.
“Try it on my bedroom camera!” you shouted, disappearing down the hall, hoodie flapping like a flag.
Fuck. If only you knew he was already connected.
Moments later — Cam03: Her Bedroom Feed lit up.
You stood in front of the lens—he used to fuck himself to thoughts of you—starry-eyed as he purposefully reactivated the red dot, signaling it was on. Made a mental note to re-enable it later.
You waved. Smiled like sin. Mouthing: “See me?”
He choked. Because yes—he saw you. Always had. But now? Now you saw him.
Like you always knew.
You reached for your top, lifted the hem just enough to flash bare skin, then darted out of frame, laughing like it was a game.
His chest burned. Panic and arousal mixed in his bloodstream like a drug. Heeseung’s brain broke.
But he didn’t shut it down. He couldn’t. Instead, he gave in. His trembling fingers dimmed your room’s lights, shifting godspeed to soft pink. He knew it was your favorite. Knew too much.
Then he started your playlist—the one with soft beats, gentle melody, moonstruck, your favorite.
You paused in the doorway. Turned just enough for the camera to catch you again. Smiled with pure fascination, like a kid. You should’ve been afraid. But you weren’t.
You looked at the cam again, really looked, like he was the sweetest boy, and you didn’t care much what he was capable of—because it was him.
You walked back to his door, dripping sunlight and mischief.
“That was so cool,” you said, high-fiving him like your heart wasn’t thundering. Like you hadn’t just exposed the darkest part of him and come back wanting more. “Can you, like… track people? Their phones or whatever?”
Heeseung blinked. “I-if their GPS is on. Or if they ping the network.”
You tilted your head. Bit your lip. “…Wanna play hide and seek?”
He scoffed in disbelief, but there was a glint behind his eyes—half challenge, half thrill. Like he’d just been dared to play a game he already knew the rules to.
He grabbed his laptop. The mansion was too big. Too full of shadows, quiet corners. A maze of marble, high ceilings, inherited guilt.
Heeseung sat somewhere, a storm brewing behind his eyes.
You texted him: “find me.” One signal. One flare. Then silence.
He tracked you through your phone GPS—chose not to use the hallway cams, even though he easily could have. Something intimate, invasive, about watching your little red dot move on his map. Every time he walked to you was an ode to the game only you two could play.
Library.
“Checkmate. You’re here.”
“Wow! So you really can!”
West Wing.
“If you're facing a mirror, it’s too easy… not even fun.”
“Fuck…”
Wine Cellar.
“If you’re trying to get drunk, pick the 2007 Bordeaux.”
You laughed.
The pool.
He stuck to the GPS. The red dot blinking. Stalling. Then disappearing.
You texted: “find me now.”
His screen dimmed like the whole house was holding its breath.
Heeseung’s pulse quickened. GPS cut out. No new pings. He tried again. Twice. Three times. Nothing. Every nerve in his body was a wire of curiosity. The air heavy with chlorine and humidity as he stepped toward the pool deck, leaving his computer by the bar.
Then he found it. Your phone, face down on the stone near the pool.
But you, you where—
“Got you!” You leapt.
Laughter, bare legs, hoodie off. Heeseung didn’t have time to react before you crashed into him—both of you tumbling into the water with a splash that shattered the silence.
You surfaced first, grinning like a devil. “You can’t find me if I don’t want you to, huh?” you teased, flicking water at him.
Heeseung stared at you, laughing mid-cough. Clothes heavy. Hair plastered to his forehead. The water clung to your skin in a way that made his hands twitch under the surface. You floated closer then. Then reached out and hooked your fingers in his bangs, stroking them like you always did. Then tugging gently.
“How about I cut your hair?” you whispered, too close to him not to have his eyes linger on your lips. “We’re starting university soon. Can’t show up like some code-goblin, right?”
He snorted. But you two didn’t move. Just watched each other's souls for too long. Heart hammering. Skin burning. You were in his pool. In his arms now. In his system.
“Are you okay?”
He asked, with the most considering eyes a family member ever gave you. But you just nodded to his biggest displeasure.
Something was wrong, yeah.
Actually, everything was wrong. And surely something was wrong with you. You felt trapped. In your studies, in your relationship, in these always-new families, in your boring unstable life. You wanted more. More attention, more love, more recognition, more freeness, just more…
You weren't special like Heeseung. You couldn’t clap your fingers and get that video back from your so-called boyfriend—he threatened to leak if you ever thought of leaving him again. Couldn’t clap your fingers and make a scholarship appear on your forms for one of the most prestigious university, and couldn’t clap your fingers to make you go to your best choice without the biggest loan you can think about.
But it was better to tell him everything was okay. Because if you didn't fake it… you’d be dead by now.
And maybe it’s the weather, or his concerned look, or his trembling hands on your ribs—not too low, not too high. But it felt good being with Heeseung, even better seeing the way he looked at you—
You really had a problem...
“Can you… like… if I ever asked you…”
“What?” He came closer, almost locking you in his hands, to force you to speal the tea. “Tell me…”
“If someday I needed you, would you… like… help me if I have something very complicated to solve... like… you know... Math.” You laughed it off like you weren't about to ask him to get that sextape back.
He nodded so obediently it hurt. The sub text was clear enough for him. And fuck, you had him in the palm of your hand without doing anything more than just letting him watch. Deny his ever-growing desire. Playing this game you caught him in.
Yeah… maybe you really were what your mom made out of you… sadly.
After that, Heeseung was like a man on a mission. He hacked every piece of info he could find on that deep shit. Until he found it… your complicated math exercise…
A tap of you and him. Filmed like you weren’t aware of it. Heeseung couldn’t find the courage to watch it…
Until he did.
And it was everything he ever fantasized doing with you.
He could frame him for anything he wanted. Crash his Tesla. His mind was spiraling as he bit on his nail, replaying that video again and again and again. Zooming on you.
I’ll protect you.
First, you needed an escape. Easy—that guy already cheated on you with so many girls, it was easy for you to catch him. So he wrote a fantasy he hoped you’d fall for. He drafted messages from your bf’s phone. A fake date. Something sweet, just enough like your boyfriend to pass.
“Meet me tonight baby girl. Just us. Let’s talk. 9PM. My room.”
“Baby girl…” you hated that name, but still couldn’t refuse him. And now Heeseung understood.
You saw it, and for a second, you believed. He watched you re-read it, then start getting ready—lip gloss, that fluttery dress, even that nervous little smile like it still meant something.
Meanwhile, your boyfriend was across campus, buried in someone else. Moaning her name. Careless, as always.
Heeseung watched it all, your hope fading when you opened that door, his betrayal, his choke. Your silence. Her grasp. One earbud in, one eye on every camera feed you both could offer.
You left the place in a rush, your phone starting to buzz as Heeseung watched every message your now-ex boyfriend sent you. You found yourself drifting in a club near by. You needed air, music, and drinks, a lot of them.
The music wasn’t even that good, your drink, not that strong. You didn’t plan to dance. And you didn’t plan for some no-brain guy with smooth hands to hit on you.
And you almost let him have his way near the bathrooms. Just to forget the sound of your phone. Forget that you had to go back to that guy until he decided he’d had enough or leaked the tape.
Almost.
Until Heeseung’s hand was on your wrist, showing up out of nowhere to pull you away.
“Heeseung?”
He got you out of the club, his hand digging into your wrist. The car ride was dead silent. Heeseung looked pissed. You were hollow, but not dumb. And you let him snap.
“What the fuck were you thinking?”
You didn’t answer.
“... Don’t you have a bf?”
Still silent. Tears welled up before you could blink them back, and Heeseung was at a loss for words. Yeah, it was that easy to shush him—crocodile cries easy.
“Stop crying…” he muttered, but he looked panicked now. Like your tears were acid on his skin. “Tell me what’s going on?”
Like he didn’t know.
But you had to play it well. Make him do it tonight, and no other night.
“He cheated…”
“Then leave him…”
“I can’t…” Hee looked at you with fake wonder. “He filmed me once… and…”
He nodded, enough to tell you you didn’t need to keep going.
When you got home, Heeseung took your hand before you stormed into your room, and he watched you—really watched—and got in a hug. Caressing your hair, getting closer to your ear, “I'll help you.”
You almost feared he could feel your smile. You detached your head with the saddest questioning expression.
“I’ll protect you,” he said, the heaviest stare he ever gave you.
You just nodded like you weren’t expecting much. When you actually wanted exactly what he gave you.
Back in your room, you kept re-seeing Heeseung’s expression. Almost mad, almost dangerous.
And you. You wanted more. You wanted everything—not just protection, but revenge. Revenge for the time you lost on that guy, for your virginity you couldn’t bring back, for the stress… for everything.
So you opened your laptop. Placed your phone next to it like it’s part of the performance. You know he’s watching.
You know.
Heeseung, on his part, got in his room ready to execute the next part of his plan when the ping of your camera alerts him. But tonight is not the night. After seeing you like that, he doesn't want to do that.
So he started to undress. Until—
“Heeseung?”
His head snapped to his monitor. WTF.
“You’re here, no? I mean, you’re watching.”
He almost fell on the ground, unable to walk straight to his computer.
The webcam light doesn’t flicker on right away when you open it.
You look at your reflection. This webcam is better than the last time you used it. Wide-angle. Pretty high-def. You can see almost your entire room. Bed. Closet. Console. The mirror angled just right to show the bathroom.
God. You made it so easy for him.
You let your fingers lazily drift to your dress straps. In a slow reveal. You watch yourself in the camera—legs tucked just right to keep mystery intact. Eyes locked on the return. You open your—
“You like it when I do that?” You looked almost innocent doing it. What the fuck were you doing, Heeseung’s mind screamed. “You want more?”
Heeseung was stunned. Too many questions. Too many desires.
He didn’t even respond, his hand mindlessly disconnecting your camera’s red dot and reconnecting again like Morse.
“Then ruin him for me. Make him as ashamed as I was.”
You were pulling his obsession like strings. A puppet master in silk cloth. The light on the webcam flickered once again.
You smiled, slowly nodding. “Good night, Heeseung.” Shut it all down.
By morning, half the campus was infected with a juicy little virus: dozens of very compromising photos of your now-ex, including a special feature of him being pegged by none other than his mom’s best friend.
Iconic.
The breakup text? Already sent. Blocked him before your brain even had a chance to process.
You didn’t see him all day. No dinner, no open door when you brought snacks. Nothing.
Maybe you really fucked up. Poor Heeseung, thinking you were innocent, only to find out you were just like everyone else—grey, messy, complicated.
But just before bed, your phone lit up. A note. Your password written clear on the screen.
You sat frozen, eyes flickering between the note that started typing on its own, and the webcam pointed right at you.
“I’ll always protect you.”
Then, an mp4 file popped up. Your lips curved into a shy smile.
You almost said something, but instead, you tapped beneath his words:
“Thank you, Heeseung. I don’t know what I’d have done if you weren’t there.”
The cursor blinked, paused—like he was thinking hard about what to say next.
“I protect what’s mine.”
Your eyes drifted to the webcam. “Am I?”
“Aren’t you?”
Your gaze dropped shyly, biting your lip to keep the smile from slipping out. Fuck, it was hot—this obsessive, protective boy who’d kill for you.
“I am…” you breathed, fingers playing with the thin straps of your dress.
“Maybe?”
Slowly, you peeled it off. No bra. No panties. Just you. Bare, glowing in the soft light of your screen.
On Heeseung’s side: He was a panting mess by just a look. Trembling. Rock hard. Watching was always intense, but this?
His brain shorted out. Every movement you made poured fuel on the fire in his chest, the way you loosened your hair, slid off your glasses, shy but teasing.
Your voice slipped through his headphones like a spell.
“Tell me what you want,” you breathed. “I’ll do it. As a thank you.”
He was nearly feral, watching you perched like a dream made just for him. But now you wanted him to take the lead. For once, you wanted control handed over.
And for a long, heavy moment, silence.
Then, a new line in your notes:
“Anything?”
You nodded, lips parting.
Another line.
“Touch yourself.”
“For me.”
You rose, heading for your bed.
Then:
“No. Here.”
You sat back down. Fully exposed. The chair never felt colder. The electricity on your skin was undeniable—the weight of someone watching, devouring every move.
You shivered. Something folded inside, vulnerable but not scared.
Then your screen flickered.
A video opened.
Porn.
But not just any porn. A girl like you—same frame, soft lighting. She was in a gaming chair, legs parted, cat headphones, a pink toy buzzing between her thighs. Moaning like she’d been waiting for eyes to watch.
You blinked. The message was loud and clear.
Your breath caught—not shocked, but challenged.
Back to the webcam—doe eyes, tempted. Your fingers traced lower, hips shifting, copying her exact position. Mimicry never felt so twisted.
You didn’t hesitate. Your fingers moved.
Heeseung watched like it was a live confession. Pupils dilated, chest heaving, gripping himself tight, trying not to explode too soon.
A message appeared:
“Slower.”
You obeyed, breath shaking, already slick with every stroke.
Another message:
“Fuck, you’re shaking.”
You were. Legs twitching, spine arching against the chair.
You never thought you’d go this far, but he was puppeteering you with his commands.
Then:
“I’ve never seen you like this. Fuck. I want to cum in you, pour every drop inside that godess cunt. In that chair. Just like that.”
You moaned, eyes fluttering shut, but you forced them open, locking onto the lens like it was him.
Another message:
“I want you ruined. For anyone else. Say it. Mine.”
You moaned, fingers freezing.
“I’m yours?” you whispered.
“Say it again,” he typed.
"I’m yours, Heeseung?"
The pressure built—right at the edge—
Then:
“Stop.”
“Don’t cum.”
Your breath hitched. You froze mid-stroke, legs trembling.
Another line:
“I said stop. If anyone makes you cum tonight—it’s me.”
Your fingers hovered, shaking. The ache burned deep in your thighs, stomach taut.
But you stopped.
Because his word mattered more than your desire now.
Your screen blinked.
“Get your toy.”
You swallowed, nodded, reached into your drawer.
The vibrator was familiar—sleek, pink, faintly scented from your date-night oil. You rubbed it, coating it with your wetness, then slid it slowly inside, breath heavy.
Then the toy buzzed. Flickered. Came alive.
You gasped—he was controlling it.
Before you could say a word, it pulsed hard. Your body jerked, chair creaking beneath you. Your grip tightened on the arms as pleasure rolled through you like a whip.
“That’s it,” he typed. “Don’t touch it. Just take it.”
You moaned—too much, too fast—your body trembling, legs spreading without control. The sounds you made were filthy, desperate.
Heeseung’s fingers typed again.
“Grip the chair.”
You obeyed.
The toy buzzed harder, relentless and cruel.
“Look at the camera.”
Tears pricked, but you held his gaze—through that little glowing lens. Your thighs trembled, breath catching—
He knew.
He memorized every sound, every gasp, every twitch.
Your climax hit like an explosion, so fierce your back arched from the chair. Toes curled, lips parted in a silent cry.
If only you could hear it—the gasp, the groan, the shuddering moan from his room. Rooms apart, perfectly synced.
You collapsed back against the seat, chest heaving.
The toy powered down. The room fell silent but electric. Only the Notes app stayed open. One final line appears:
“I know your body better than anyone ever will.”
You smile, eyes rolling, calming yourself. You’re still catching your breath when your phone buzzes.
Unknown Caller.
You smirk. Answer it without hesitation.
Hee,” you whisper, lazy satisfaction dripping from your tone.
You hear him, shaky, panting, like the edge nearly broke him. “Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck… You’re so pretty. So fucking pretty. You don’t even know what you do to me.”
His voice is hoarse, frayed with restraint. You picture him—still burning from his climax, hand resting low, skin flushed.
“You drive me insane. Every breath you take, every moan...” He watches you lift your thighs, tucking yourself shyly behind them like a girl playing innocent. “It’s mine. You’re mine. Don’t you get it? I want you so bad I—fuck—I can’t even—”
You cut in softly.
“Heeseung,” you murmur, voice smooth like silk sliding over a blade. “I never said I was yours...”
Silence.
You lean in, sugar-sweet, doe eyes locked on the lens, like you don’t quite know what you’re doing.
“You think this makes me yours?”
He breathes hard. You swear you hear the tension in his throat—how he swallows that growl.
“Then what?” he whispers. “What do I have to do?”
You hum, hiding your face in your thighs, thoughtful. “I’ll know.”
Heeseung almost chokes. “You’re playing with me.”
You tilt your head.
“Of course I am, Hee. Isn’t that what you like? What we always did? Playing games.” Your voice softens, teasing, the tone that always breaks him. “You’re obsessed, Hee. But to own me?” you shake your head slowly. “You’ll have to do more than just watch me cum on camera.”
A pause. You let it hang, let it burn. Then, low and teasing:
“If you really want me,” you whisper. “Stop being a coward. Show me.”
His breath catches. You almost feel the stillness on his end.
Click.
You hang up.
Still smiling, you toss your phone aside.
“Good night, Heeseung,” you murmur to the camera before shutting everything down.
🕧
Heeseung hadn’t heard your voice in three days.
Not on the phone, not through the headphones, not even that little intake of breath when you tiptoe around your room late at night.
Three days.
Seventy-two hours of silence.
No webcam flickers. No Notes app replies. No little “good night, Hee” teasing him through pixels.
Nothing.
He tapped at your IP like a lunatic. Pinging dead signals. Checked your cloud for new files. Scraped your cache for cam logs, anything—anything—that might prove you were still playing.
But you weren’t. You’d shut him out completely. Blocked him, in every way that mattered, except the one that destroyed him the most: in person, you were still perfect.
Because in real life, you were still her.
Still the step-sister who sat next to him at dinner, nudging his arm, sipping from his glass like it meant nothing. Still in those stupid soft modest dresses that smelled like your vanilla lotion and innocence. Still saying his name in that sweet voice that didn’t match the girl who once whispered “I’m yours” for a night, while fingering herself in his favorite dress.
Still shy smilling in front of the parents, like he wasn’t slowly going fucking insane of you ghosting him in the cruelest way possible.
Heeseung clenched his jaw until it hurt. His fists, tighter. You were torturing him. Training him with your silence. Denying him touch, sound, ownership—making him feel like just another loser watching from a screen.
And worst of all? You liked it.
He could see it in the way you smiled at him when no one was looking. Like the devil behind a halo. Like the dom who knew her puppy would crawl the moment she said good boy.
You knew what you were doing. And you knew he was starving.
He watched you meet someone new through your messages—tracked him from his first DM. The second the guy sent a heart emoji, Heeseung had full access to his cloud, laptop, phone, and location history.
So when you showed up at that guy’s place in that same dress as that night, Heeseung went feral. watching you through the guy’s hacked MacBook camera. Front-row seat. 1080p. Wide angle. Clear sound. Perfect view.
You didn’t even try to hide untapping your phone camera, angling it for him. But he was already there.
He watched the way you swayed when you walked into the room. That skirt was short—barely legal. Hair done like you were on a mission to ruin him. Lip gloss like you were asking to be kissed. Or owned.
Heeseung’s fists dug into his thigh. You let the guy kiss you. Hands on your hips. Heeseung scoffed in fury. The guy went down on you and Heeseung leaned forward—eyes glued to your face smiling at him. Not for the man.
Only for him.
You mouthed his name, Heeseung, made that sound again—that sweet gasp that cracked every nerve in his body—and his hands were already down his pants before he even realized it. Stroking slowly. Angry.
Then the guy started fucking you. It was… pathetic.
You looked bored. Pretty. But not wrecked. Not how Heeseung would have done you—needed you. Not how you looked when he edged you, whispering commands through your notes.
He texted :
He’s not even close to making you cum.Why are you with him?Stop.
Now.
Please.
You didn’t stop. You got louder. Not for performance, because knowing hee was watching, unleashed you.
Heeseung’s hand stuttered. He bit down on his bottom lip so hard it bled. You were performing. For him, not the other guy. You had to be. And yet you didn’t stop when he begged you.
Heeseung didn’t drink. Didn’t smoke. Didn’t call a friend.
He texted one of the girls who’d been orbiting him since he entered university—some pretty, pouty girl with no idea what she was walking into.
She came fast. Obedient. Heeseung fucked her like punishment.
Shoved her onto his lap, dragged her skirt over her hips without a single word. Didn’t ask if she was ready. Didn’t even pretend to care. Just spread her thighs, lined himself up, and buried in—rough, silent, merciless.
She moaned his name, kissing his neck. Heeseung kept his eyes on the screen. Because on the monitor behind her?
You were still live. Fucking someone else. His airpods were in. And he was moaning your name under his breath.
The girl was clueless to much overwhelmed by his deep, rough trust. Riding him like she thought she was doing a good job for him to be so feral.
Heeseung touched her the way he would have to you, controlling. forcing her in position trying to reach her deepest part, as he watched your hips roll on screen. Your nails dig into someone else’s back.
“Grippe my back. leave marks.” he ordered her.
He hiss, mouthing along with your sounds like a prayer.
“Fuck—Louder. Just like that... Just like that—fuck.”
The girl on his lap whimpered, “does it feel good, Hee?”
Heeseung stared at your body—your lips, your tits, your sweat-shined thighs.
“You’re so perfect,” he muttered. “Fuck—you…”
His climax came hard, violent. He choked your name on the exhale and came inside the girl like she didn’t matter—because she didn’t.
When the girl left, he stared at the screen for an hour. Watched you dress. Watched you check your phone. Smiling.
Not once did you reply to his messages.
You were killing him. Starving him. Making him beg. He slammed the laptop shut, chest heaving, hatred and love boiling into the same sick ache.
You were right. He was a coward. But not for much longer.
You found it on your bed. No card. No note. No sender. Just a black box, wrapped in a ribbon you never heard arrive. Inside: lingerie. Lace. Sheer. Decadent. Your exact size. Your exact taste. Lightly soaked in a scent you could recognize in your sleep—his cologne.
Your fingers trembled when you held it up to the light. No message. But then again, he never needed words.
Heeseung didn’t ask. He tried to command.
So, you didn’t text. Didn’t thank him. You just wore it.
That night, when the webcam light blinked to life, you were already sitting pretty in front of your laptop. Sheer fabric draped over your body like a sin begging to be confessed.
You leaned into the camera, eyes soft, voice sweeter.
“Goodnight, Genius. Hope uni’s not eating you alive.”
And then—
You logged off. Just like that.
Left him starving. You knew he’d pretend it didn’t affect him. He tried, bless him.
He texted the next day, like it was nothing. Invited you to his university party. Like this wasn’t war. Like he wasn’t already losing.
Of course, you went. Dressed in red. Not the lingerie—something sharper. Something that made his friends stare a little too long.
Heeseung barely spoke to you that night. Slipped back into his old self—like he hadn’t spent the week watching you like a man possessed. But he was in his element, charming his nerdy circle, and you were happy just watching him thrive.
Then, it changed.
He didn’t introduce you as his stepsister. That alone cracked the air between you. His hand found your back, fingers tracing lazy nothings while he laughed with his friends, eyes on you like you were art.
You liked seeing him smile. Liked knowing you made it easier.
And then—he excused you both. His friends wished you luck with admissions. So polite. So clueless.
He walked you up a narrow hallway, like it was nothing. A quiet corridor, half-lit.
Then he locked you in a hug.
And kissed your neck.
“You’re so pretty,” he whispered, hands already exploring.
“You too,” you murmured, smiling. “New haircut? You kept it long in the back. Looks good.”
“You said I should, so...”
You smiled harder, went in for a kiss—your first. His lips were maddening. Soft, sure, and hungrier than you expected. He kissed like he’d waited for years. Like he’d decided waiting was over.
"Untie your dress," he whispered against your mouth, voice low.
You raised a brow, smirking. “Thought you liked watching from afar.”
His jaw flexed. “Not tonight.”
You let the ribbon fall, letting the dress slip open. Underneath—his gift. His breath caught.
“You like it?” you teased.
He didn’t answer. He spun you, pressed you into the wall, and his hand was already between your thighs—finding you soaked.
His mouth brushed your ear, voice cracking with restraint.
“Fuck. You’re so wet for me. I’ve waited so long.”
“Say it,” he growled.
“What?”
His thrust was sharp—two fingers deep.
“Say you want me to ruin you. Say you like it.”
You whimpered, arching into his hand. “I like it when you ruin me.”
“Say it right.”
You licked your lips. “I want to be yours, Heeseung. Ruin me.”
His exhale was jagged—like something inside him broke.
Then came silence. Just heat. Breathing. Fingers moving in and out of you as he grinded against your body, shameless and reckless in a hallway anyone could walk into.
And just before you came—he pulled away.
“No,” he said simply. “Let’s go.”
“Home?”
“No. My room.”
His dorm was massive, dark except for the red glow of a snoozed monitor. His roommate was nowhere. Probably never real to begin with. You practically jumped on him. Messy kisses. Wandering hands. He kissed your neck, your shoulder, your back—and then—
Your hand brushed his desk. The monitors flared to life. And there you were—your webcam feed, glowing on the screen.
Recording. Your name as the file.
“You always make me watch,” he whispered, stripping you down to the lingerie. “Now watch yourself.”
He pulled you onto the bed, body still facing the screen.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, spreading your legs for the camera. “I’ve owned you since the first time you stepped into this house.”
On screen—your reflection trembled. Moaned. Melted in real-time.
He eased fingers inside you again while holding you in his lap, pinching a nipple until you gasped, breath tangled.
“I know what you fantasize about when you’re bored,” he whispered.
He started humping you, slow and heavy.
“I know what kind of porn you scroll past—then go back to.”
Thrust.
“I know which songs you loop when you touch yourself. I synced your playlist.”
You choked on a gasp.
“I know you changed your passwords, just to make me mad.”
His hand curled lightly around your throat.
“But I like it. I like when you pretend.”
He never slowed—just kept pushing you higher, mean and relentless.
And when you moaned his name?
He broke.
“I’m going to give you every twisted thing you’ve ever typed,” he growled. “Every fantasy you deleted. Every filthy draft you couldn’t finish. I’m going to make them real.”
Your climax slammed into you, shuddering through your bones—but he didn’t stop.
“I’ll tie you up in the library when no one’s looking,” he said, voice wicked. “Bend you over your best friend’s bed and leave a bruise only I’ll recognize.”
He laughed.
“I’ll make you cry my name with someone else inside you—just to remind you no one will ever ruin you like I do.”
You turned and kissed him, wild and unhinged.
He kissed back like a claim. Like he was branding your soul.
Then he grabbed you and threw you onto the bed. Reached for a condom.
You stopped him.
“It’s safe today, Hee. Do me raw.”
His pupils darkened. Something dangerous sparked.
He freed himself and dragged his cock against your wetness, teasing your entrance. You moaned each time the head kissed you. His smile was smug. Addicted.
“Heeseung. Please.”
He nodded—and slid in all at once.
You gasped, overwhelmed, stretched so good it hurt in the most perfect way.
He rocked into you deep and slow, biting your neck, lips pressed against skin he couldn’t stop worshipping.
Then he pulled you upright—still inside you.
“You like this position, huh?”
You nodded, dizzy, undone. He studied you like he’d been preparing for a test. He always aced those.
Then—his thrusts changed. Not faster. Just deeper. Harder.
“Hee—”
“Like that, yeah?”
You nodded again, mouth open, breathless at every delicious, punishing thrust.
He looked so fucking good like this—hair sticking to his forehead, lips parted, eyes glazed with need. You went for another kiss and he gripped your neck, slid to your hair, pulling until your back arched.
“Like that?”
“Yeah—yeah—fuck—don’t stop—”
He sucked your tits, relentless now, chasing both your highs. You clenched down so hard his groans turned ragged. He bit your nipple, then folded you in half, throwing your legs over his shoulders.
And then—he lost it.
He didn’t slow.
Not even as your body bucked under him, shaking.
He buried himself deeper, fingers biting into your hips, sweat dripping from his jaw as he fucked you like he wanted to unmake you.
The monitors kept rolling. Your name flashing on screen, over your own moans.
You reached for him—some desperate grasp for balance—but he pinned your wrists above your head, fucked you harder. One of your legs slipped off his shoulder, and he yanked it back up with a grunt.
“Keep it there,” he snarled, breath ragged. “Don’t move unless I say.”
You didn’t.
You couldn’t.
You were already too far gone.
You felt yourself stretch around him again, again, again, your walls pulsing and fluttering with every brutal thrust. It was filthy, unrelenting, and it wasn’t enough.
Heeseung's voice was in your ear, low and wrecked.
“This how you like it, hm?” he panted. “Getting used like this, getting ruined on camera for me?”
You sobbed a yes high and gasping, and he growled. His hips snapped forward again, this time shoving you higher on the bed.
“Fucking take it.”
He leaned in, biting your lip, grinding deeper. The rhythm turned meaner. Each thrust slamming into you with brutal precision.
“You like knowing I’ll replay this?” he whispered. “Jerk off to it when you’re not around?”
You moaned helplessly. “Want you to... I want you obsessed.”
"I am," he said. "You made me this."
His rhythm stuttered, he was close. You could feel him twitch inside, groaning against your mouth.
Then—
He came.
Hard. Buried deep.
His whole body went taut over yours, shuddering as he emptied himself, hips rolling slower, deeper. You felt the heat inside you, the stickiness, the way his cock throbbed even after the high.
And still, he didn't pull out. He kissed your collarbone, your throat, lazily now. Worn out. Quiet. The screen behind him kept glowing.
Your body was wrecked, your heart pounding against his chest. He pulled you close, like he wasn’t finished. Like he never would be.
🕔
The next morning, the sun barely broke past his blackout curtains. You were still half-naked in his sheets when you heard his fingers tapping at his laptop. A fresh hoodie hung off his shoulder, hair a messy halo.
“Hey,” he said, voice rough with sleep.
You groaned into the pillow. “Already working?”
He smirked. “Coding clears my head. Better than coffee.”
You rolled over. He looked too good like this. Soft around the edges. Eyes warm.
“I wish you could come here,” he said. “To my university.”
You blinked, suddenly alert. He smiled, but it didn’t reach all the way. “You did apply, right?”
“…Yeah.”
He nodded like he already knew. “But you didn’t tell me…pfff.”
Your stomach turned, just a little, as you smirked. “I didn’t want you to be happy for something so unsure.”
“I know.”
Silence. He got back typing.
“You really think I wouldn’t find out?” he said. “You think I’d just… let you leave somewhere else?”
You narrowed your eyes. “What did you do?”
He smiled. Shrugged. “Nothing you’ll ever be able to prove.”
Your heartbeat slowed. Thick. Smiling unsure.
“Heeseung...”
He stood, walking over. Calm. Barefoot. Still smelling like last night and wanting more.
“I didn’t touch your application,” he said softly. “But I might’ve nudged the scholarship committee. You’re exceptional, after all.”
You froze. “Why?”
“Because you belong here, in that prestigious place and nowhere else.”
His fingers grazed your chin. Tender. Possessive.
“...With me.”
You swallowed. He tilted your face up to his, eyes half-lidded.
“You would've turned it down if you knew,” he murmured, getting his lips closer, smooching slowly. “You’re too proud for that kind of help. Too proud to admit you want to be kept.”
Your voice caught in your throat. “That’s not why I applied.”
“I know why you applied, just like me.”
His thumb ghosted over your lower lip.
“That’s why I made sure you’d stay. to be free.”
A flicker of something dangerous passed between you. Or maybe it had always been there. He leaned in, lips brushing your ear.
“You think you’re playing me right now, huh,” he whispered, “but—what if I like being used, if it means I get to keep you?”
Your breath hitched. And he smiled. Like he’d already won. Or maybe he was wrong. Maybe you’d just let him believe he had.
MASTERLIST
Author’s Note:
Babies~ here it is!! 💗 The second part of my enha stepbro AU (first one was HUNTED).
I really hope this one pleased you… did it??? 🥺 I worked so hard on this piece to match the exact vibe I had in mind. Like—why was I waking up at 3 AM with wild ideas for scene effects that were borderline impossible to execute?! 😭🌀
This one definitely has a different flavor! While HUNTED leaned into soft, needy sub!Jakey energy (bless him), I wanted TRAPPED to explore the more intoxicating side of obsession—but not so far that we start hating our sweet little Heeseung~ Just a touch of crazy, y’know?
I really hope the mood translated well, because after rereading it 500 times, I fully lost that "first read magic" feeling I’m not super proud of this draft yet—kinda wish I had more time to proofread and polish it up. I’ll probably update it later (perfectionist problems 😭). Next up is Part 3, which is supposed to be Sunghoon’s! Let me know if you want anything special in it—I’m all ears... and pervy brain. Just know it’s gonna involve dacryphilia, so bring tissues… for various reasons
You and your rival, Heeseung, are forced to sleep on the floor together after a late-night group project because all other spots are taken. What starts as annoyed bickering and reluctant closeness quickly turns into heavy sexual tension.
contents ; rivalxrival, ( 18+ ) minors dni ! enemies to complicated, semi public sx, unprotected sx ( not recommended ), swearing! , blowjob, m! receive, spooning sx .
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You and Heeseung had been rivals since the moment you stepped into the academy. Sharp-tongued, competitive, and unwilling to yield even an inch to each other. That rivalry had only grown worse during this group project. For days now, the two of you had been clashing nonstop—especially tonight.
The living room was dimly lit by a single lamp. The rest of the group had already given up and passed out, one sprawled across the couch, another curled up on the floor with a blanket. It was well past midnight, and the argument between you and Heeseung had dragged on far too long.
You finally threw your hands up. “You know what? Forget it. I’m tired. I’m not wasting any more energy on this.”
You rolled your eyes, not even waiting for his reply. The only space left was a narrow strip on the edge of the floor. Great. Just great. You muttered under your breath, “Dang it…” and carefully stepped over the sleeping bodies, too exhausted to grab your blanket from your backpack. You collapsed onto the cold floor, lying on your side with your back facing the room.
A few minutes later, you heard footsteps. Heeseung stood there, scanning the room with a heavy sigh. Every decent spot was taken. The chairs were too uncomfortable for his back, and the only free space left… was right beside you.
He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly annoyed. For a second he hesitated, jaw tight. But exhaustion won. Without a word, he stepped over the others and lay down behind you, facing your back. The floor was barely wide enough for both of you. You could feel the faint warmth of his body just inches away, but you were too tired to turn around or care.
Until you shifted.
Your eyes fluttered open as your shoulder brushed against something solid. You turned your head slightly… and froze.
Heeseung was right there. Eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed even in sleep, his face mere inches from yours.
“What the fuck?!” you hissed under your breath, careful not to wake the others.
Heeseung’s eyes snapped open. For a split second, surprise flashed across his face, quickly replaced by that familiar look of irritation. He didn’t move away.
“Keep your voice down,” he whispered sharply, voice low and rough from tiredness. “You think I wanted this? There’s nowhere else, genius.”
You glared at him, heart beating faster than it should. “Then go sleep somewhere else. I’m not sharing space with you.”
“Yeah? And where exactly?” Heeseung shot back, voice barely above a whisper. His breath brushed against your cheek. “The couch is taken. The floor’s full. Unless you want me to sleep on top of you, this is it.”
Your face burned. You hated how close he was—close enough to catch the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the tiredness in his eyes. Close enough that every small movement made your shoulders touch.
“Move one inch closer and I swear I’ll push you into the wall,” you muttered, turning your back to him again.
Heeseung let out a quiet, bitter chuckle. “Trust me, I’d rather be anywhere but here too.”
But neither of you moved.
the silence stretched between you, the only sounds were the soft breathing of your sleeping groupmates and the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. You could feel the heat radiating from his body against your back, and no matter how much you told yourself it was just the rivalry making your pulse race… you knew the night had just gotten a lot more complicated.
A few minutes passed in heavy silence. You turned your face toward the wall, determined to ignore the boy behind you and force yourself to sleep.
But the floor was narrow and uncomfortable. One of your sleeping classmates behind Heeseung suddenly rolled over in his sleep and pushed against his back. The sudden force made Heeseung slide forward, pressing his chest flush against your back.
“Shit…” he mumbled, voice low and rough.
He quickly planted his hands on the floor, trying to keep some distance, but there was nowhere to go. The push had left almost no space between your bodies. You could feel the heat of him through your clothes, his breath brushing the back of your neck.
Your heart slammed in your chest. You turned your head slightly, only to find his face right there—barely a breath away. His dark eyes were open, staring directly at you. Your noses were nearly touching.
“What the hell are you doing?” you whispered sharply, cheeks burning.
“I’m not doing anything,” Heeseung hissed back, clearly frustrated. “That idiot behind me pushed me. You think I want to be this close to you?”
His voice was quieter than usual, strained. One of his hands was still braced on the floor beside your waist, caging you in without meaning to. Every small movement made your bodies press together even more. You could feel the steady thump of his heartbeat against your back.
You glared at him, but the anger felt different now—mixed with something nervous and warm that you refused to name.
“Well, move back,” you muttered.
“Where?” Heeseung shot back, eyebrows furrowed. His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before snapping back up. “There’s literally no space. Unless you want me to climb over you.”
You swallowed hard. The tension between you was thicker than ever. The rivalry, the annoyance, the exhaustion… and now this forced, unbearable closeness.
Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath. “Just… go back to sleep. Pretend I’m not here.”
But neither of you moved. And neither of you closed your eyes.
You tried to ignore it—that strange, fluttering warmth twisting low in your stomach. It wasn’t anger. You knew anger too well when it came to Heeseung. This was something else. Something softer, heavier, You brushed it off, blaming it on exhaustion, on the way his body heat was seeping through your shirt like it had no right to.
But your body wasn’t listening.
Every time you breathed, your back pressed a little more firmly against his chest. His heartbeat was steady but strong, and you could feel it syncing with yours in the quiet. His breath ghosted across the nape of your neck, warm and slightly uneven now.
“Stop moving,” Heeseung muttered, voice so low it vibrated against your skin.
“I’m not,” you whispered back, sharper than you meant to. But you had shifted—just a little—trying to create even an inch of space that didn’t exist. The movement only made your hips brush against his, and you both froze.
That flutter in your stomach dropped lower.
Heeseung’s hand, still braced on the floor near your waist, tightened slightly, fingers pressing into the hardwood like he was fighting the urge to grip something else. His forehead nearly touched the back of your head.
“Fuck,” he breathed, so quietly you almost missed it. “This is ridiculous.”
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Your throat felt tight, and that weird sensation was spreading—warmth crawling up your chest, heat pooling between your legs. You hated how aware you were of him. The faint scent of his skin, the way his thigh was almost slotted against yours, the solid line of his body curved behind you like it was made to fit there.
Another soft snore came from the guy behind him, and Heeseung got pushed forward again. This time there was no saving it—his hips pressed flush against your ass, and you felt the unmistakable hardness growing there.
Your eyes widened. Heat flooded your face.
“Heeseung—” you started, voice barely a whisper, mmhalf something else.
“Don’t,” he cut you off, strained. His lips were so close to your ear now. “Don’t say anything. It’s… it’s just biology, okay? I’m tired. You’re warm. That’s all.”
But he didn’t pull away.
And you didn’t shove him back.
Instead, you stayed perfectly still, heart hammering so hard you were sure he could feel it too. That flutter in your stomach had turned into a full ache now, low and insistent. Your thighs pressed together instinctively, and the small movement made you brush against him again.
Heeseung let out a shaky exhale through his nose, almost a hiss. His free hand twitched like he wanted to grab your hip but stopped himself halfway, fingers hovering just above your waist.
“You’re shaking,” he observed quietly. There was no smugness in his voice for once—just raw tension.
“I’m not,” you lied.
His dark chuckle was barely audible. “Liar.”
The silence stretched again, heavier this time. Charged. You could feel every inch of where your bodies touched—his chest to your back, his hips to your ass, his knees slightly bent behind yours. The rivalry that usually burned between you felt like it was melting into something else entirely.
You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder. His eyes were already on you, dark and intense, pupils blown wide. His lips were parted, breath coming a little faster.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then Heeseung’s gaze dropped to your mouth again, longer this time.
“…If you tell anyone about this,” he whispered, voice rough, “I’ll make your life hell.”
You swallowed. “Same goes for you.”
But neither of you moved away.
And when his fingers finally brushed—barely—against your waist, you didn’t push his hand off.
You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, trying desperately to force sleep to come.
One sheep… two sheep… three sheep…
It was useless. The counting only made you more aware of your own breathing, which was too shallow. Every inhale pressed your back more firmly against Heeseung’s chest. Every exhale made you feel the hard line of his body even more—especially the unmistakable heat and stiffness nestled against your ass.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it.
The warm flutter in your stomach had turned into a deep, throbbing ache between your thighs. You pressed them together again, but that only made it worse, sending a small shiver up your spine. You felt Heeseung’s breath hitch against the back of your neck.
“Stop squirming,” he whispered, voice dangerously low and rough. His fingers, still hovering near your waist, finally settled—lightly, almost hesitantly—on your hip. Not gripping. Just… resting there. Like he couldn’t stop himself.
“I’m not squirming,” you hissed back, eyes still shut. “I’m trying to sleep. Shut up.”
But your voice came out breathier than you wanted. You bit your lip hard, counting again in your head. Four sheep... fifth sheep...
It didn’t work. All you could focus on was the way his cock twitched against you when you shifted, the way his chest rose and fell faster now, the way his breath was scorching the sensitive skin of your nape.
Heeseung let out a quiet, frustrated groan, barely audible. His forehead dropped forward until it rested against the back of your head.
“You’re killing me here,” he muttered, so close his lips brushed your hair. “Just… stop moving for five seconds.”
“I’m trying,” you snapped under your breath. Your hand clenched into a fist against the cold floor. “This stupid feeling won’t go away. Damn it…”
He went still.
“What feeling?” His voice had dropped even lower. dangerously curious.
You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. Admitting it out loud would make it too real.
But your silence said enough.
Heeseung’s fingers flexed on your hip, pressing just a fraction harder. Not pulling you back, but definitely not letting you escape either. His hips moved—barely—an involuntary little roll that pushed his hard length more firmly between your clothed cheeks.
You sucked in a sharp breath.
“Fuck…” he breathed, almost like a curse and a confession at the same time. “You feel it too, don’t you?”
You kept your eyes screwed shut, heart pounding wildly. The ache between your legs was getting unbearable, a slick warmth starting to gather in your panties. You hated how your body was betraying you, especially with him.
“I hate you,” you whispered, but it sounded weak even to your own ears.
Heeseung let out a soft, dark chuckle against your neck, the sound sending goosebumps racing down your arms.
“Yeah?” His lips ghosted over your skin as he spoke. “Then why are you so warm right now? Why is your breathing all messed up?”
His hand slid slowly, cautiously, from your hip to your stomach, stopping just under your ribs.
You didn’t push him away.
And when his thumb brushed in a small, soothing circle over your shirt, the sensation in your stomach flared hotter.
“Damn it, Heeseung…” you whispered again, half plea, half surrender. Your eyes stayed closed, but your body leaned back into him just the tiniest bit.
You hissed through gritted teeth, voice barely above a breath, “Stop moving, god damn it—stop moving.”
Your body was betraying you with every word. Even as you said it, your hips gave a tiny, involuntary push back against him, chasing the friction you were trying so hard to deny.
Heeseung’s breath stuttered hot against the back of your neck. His hand on your stomach tensed, fingers curling slightly into your shirt like he was anchoring himself.
“I’m not—” he started, but his voice cracked into a low, rough whisper. “Fuck, you’re the one who keeps shifting.”
He was lying. Sort of.
Because even while he spoke, his hips rolled forward again, almost imperceptible, but enough to drag his hard cock more firmly against your ass. The thin fabric of your clothes did nothing to hide how much he wanted this. How much he hated wanting this.
You clenched your jaw, eyes still squeezed shut, trying to fight the slick heat pooling between your thighs. “Then stay still,” you hissed again, sharper this time. “Or I swear I’ll elbow you in the ribs.”
Heeseung let out a quiet, breathless scoff that sounded more like a groan. His forehead pressed harder against the back of your head, his lips now dangerously close to your ear.
“You say that…” he murmured, voice dark and strained, “…but your body’s not listening.”
His hand slowly slid lower on your stomach, stopping right at the waistband of your pants. Not dipping inside. Just resting there. Tempting.
You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your back, fast and unsteady. His cock throbbed once against you, and the sensation made your stomach flip hard.
“Shit…” he cursed under his breath. “You have no idea how much I hate you right now.”
But he still didn’t pull away.
Instead, his nose brushed the shell of your ear as he whispered, so quietly it was almost sinful
“…And you have no idea how badly I want to flip you over and shut that pretty mouth up.”
Your breath hitched loudly in the dark.
The ache between your legs pulsed.
And neither of you moved an inch.
You hissed under your breath, voice trembling with both fury and something far more shameful, “You’re such a whore then—”
The words barely left your lips before Heeseung’s grip on your waist tightened, pulling your hips back against him with a slow, deliberate grind. His hard cock pressed firmly between your ass cheeks, throbbing even through the layers of fabric.
He let out a low, dangerous chuckle right against your ear, the sound rough and dripping with irritation and lust.
“Yeah?” he whispered hotly, lips brushing your skin. “I’m the whore? Then why the fuck are you so wet I can feel the heat through your clothes?”
Your face burned with humiliation. You wanted to snap back, to push him away, but your body was a traitor—your back arched slightly, pressing harder into his chest as another involuntary shiver ran through you. Your thighs squeezed together, but that only made the aching throb between your legs worse.
Heeseung’s hand slid lower, fingers teasing just beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing bare skin. His breath was ragged now.
“Say it again,” he taunted quietly, voice dark. “Call me a whore while your ass keeps rubbing against my dick like you’re begging for it.”
You bit your lip hard, trying to stay quiet as his hips rolled again, filthy, grinding into you with just enough pressure to make your head spin. The slickness between your thighs was undeniable now, your panties growing damp and sticky.
“I hate you,” you breathed, but it came out like a moan instead of an insult.
Heeseung smirked against your neck, teeth grazing your skin for a split second.
“Liar,” he murmured. His fingers dipped a little lower, tracing the waistband of your pants. “Your body’s telling the truth. So fucking honest right now…”
He pushed forward again, trapping you tighter between his body and the floor. The tension was suffocating.
Neither of you was sleeping tonight.
“I- I can’t take this anymore,” you hissed, eyes squeezed shut so tightly you saw sparks behind your lids.
Your voice cracked with frustration, shame, and something far needier. The ache between your legs had become unbearable—hot, slick, and pulsing with every tiny shift of his body against yours. You hated how desperate you sounded. You hated even more that it was true.
Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply against your neck. For a second he went completely still, as if your words had stunned him. Then his hand on your waist gripped harder, fingers digging into your skin through your shirt like he was barely holding himself back.
“Can’t take what?” he whispered, voice low, dark, and dangerously close to your ear. “Can’t take me being this hard against you? Or can’t take how badly you want it?”
He rolled his hips forward again, slower this time, more intentional. His clothed cock dragged firmly between your ass cheeks, pressing right against where you were throbbing the most. A quiet, broken sound escaped your throat before you could stop it.
Heeseung cursed under his breath.
“Fuck… you’re shaking,” he murmured, almost like he was in pain. His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he continued, “You’ve been grinding back on me for the last ten minutes, acting like you hate it. But we both know that’s bullshit.”
His hand slid lower, boldly slipping under the hem of your shirt until his palm was flat against your bare stomach. The heat of his touch made your muscles jump.
You kept your eyes closed, biting down hard on your lip. Your breathing was ragged now, chest rising and falling too fast.
“I hate you,” you whispered again, but it sounded wrecked
Heeseung let out a soft, mocking laugh that vibrated against your back.
“Yeah? Then tell me to stop,” he challenged quietly, his fingers slowly tracing circles on your skin, inching dangerously lower toward the waistband of your pants. “Tell me to get the fuck away from you right now… and I’ll try.”
His hips gave another lazy, teasing grind, pressing his hardness right against your ass as if to prove his point.
You didn’t say it.
You couldn’t.
Instead, your head tilted back slightly, unconsciously offering more of your neck as a broken exhale left your lips.
Heeseung’s voice dropped even lower, barely audible, rough with want.
“That’s what I thought.”
His fingers finally dipped just beneath the waistband of your pants, hovering there, waiting.
“Last chance,” he breathed against your skin, lips brushing the sensitive spot right below your ear. “Tell me to stop… or tell me what you really need.”
His hand stilled, but his cock kept throbbing insistently against you.
Your heart was hammering so loud you were scared it would wake the others.
“Shut up,” you hissed, voice shaking with frustration and raw need. “Just fucking start already.”
Before Heeseung could even respond, you pushed your ass back against him harder, grinding deliberately against the thick, hard length straining in his pants. At the same time, you grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand upward, shoving it under your shirt until his palm was cupping your breast.
Heeseung’s entire body jerked against you.
“Fuck—” he choked out in a strangled whisper, eyes widening in the dark.
You tugged your shirt higher yourself, bunching it up just below your collarbone, exposing your bare chest to his touch. No bra. His warm, rough hand immediately squeezed your breast, thumb brushing over your already hard nipple.
Heeseung let out a low, shaky groan right against your neck, hips rolling forward to meet your grinding. His cock twitched hard against your ass as he palmed your breast greedily, squeezing and kneading like he’d been dying to touch you.
“You’re actually insane,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “Pushing your tits into my hand while calling me a whore…”
He pinched your nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly, sending a sharp spark of pleasure straight down between your legs. You bit your lip hard to keep quiet, but a tiny whimper still escaped.
Heeseung’s other arm slid under you, wrapping around your waist and pulling you even tighter against his body. His hips started moving in slow, filthy grinds—pressing his clothed cock between your cheeks like he was fucking you through the fabric.
“Keep doing that,” he whispered hotly against your ear, lips brushing your skin with every word. “Keep rubbing your ass on me like a needy little slut.”
His hand on your breast grew rougher, squeezing harder as his breathing turned ragged. He rolled your nipple again, then slid his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hips kept that slow, torturous rhythm against you.
You could feel how wet you were now—your panties soaked, the ache almost painful.
Heeseung pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your neck, then lightly dragged his teeth there.
“Tell me how far you want this to go,” he murmured, voice dark and dangerous, “because if you keep pushing back on my dick like that… I’m not gonna be able to stop.”
His fingers pinched your nipple again, harder this time, as if daring you to moan loud enough for someone to wake up.
You leaned back closer into him, lips barely brushing his jaw as you whispered hotly against his skin,
“Don’t stop then… or are you scared? Show me how brave you are.”
The challenge had barely left your mouth before Heeseung snapped.
He didn’t hesitate. Not even for a second.
With a sharp, impatient tug, he yanked his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out, heavy and burning hot against your skin. In the same movement, his other hand roughly pulled your jogging pants and panties down in one swift motion, dragging them halfway down your thighs.
Cold air hit your bare ass and soaked pussy for only a moment before Heeseung pressed forward again. His thick, bare cock slid right between your thighs, gliding along your dripping folds.
“Fuck…” he growled low in your ear, voice trembling with restraint. “You’re soaked.”
He rocked his hips, letting his cock slide back and forth between your thighs, the head bumping teasingly against your swollen clit with every pass. One of his hands returned to your breast, squeezing hard, while the other gripped your hip, fingers digging into your skin as he held you in place.
“You talk so much shit,” he breathed, dragging his cock slowly along your slit again, coating himself in your wetness, “but look at you… pushing your bare pussy against me like a desperate whore.”
You bit down hard on your lip to stop yourself from moaning. The feeling of his hot, hard length sliding between your folds was driving you insane. Every slow thrust made the head of his cock nudge your entrance before sliding back up to rub your clit.
Heeseung leaned in, lips pressed right against your ear as he whispered darkly,
“You wanted brave?”
He pulled his hips back slightly, angled himself, and pushed forward.
The thick head of his cock pressed against your entrance, slowly stretching you open as he started sinking inside you from behind, inch by inch.
He groaned quietly into your hair, the sound rough.
“Shit… you’re so fucking tight.”
He didn’t stop. He kept pushing deeper, filling you up slowly but relentlessly, his hand tightening on your breast as he buried himself to the hilt inside you.
Both of you froze for a second, breathing hard, bodies locked together on the floor.
Then Heeseung’s hips started moving — slow, deep, filthy thrusts, careful not to make too much noise but hard enough that you felt every inch of him dragging inside you.
“Still think I’m scared?” he rasped against your neck, biting down lightly as he fucked you. “Tell me how brave I am now…”
“Fuck… fine,” you gasped, voice barely a whisper, trembling. “You’re brave… fuck, you’re brave—”
You turned your head just enough to glance back at him over your shoulder. Your eyes met in the dim lamplight, and you stared at him—lips parted, biting down hard on your lower lip to keep from moaning too loud.
Heeseung’s dark gaze burned into yours, pupils blown wide with lust. Sweat already clung to his forehead, his jaw clenched tight as he buried himself deep inside you with another slow, powerful thrust.
“Yeah?” he breathed hotly against your mouth, lips hovering just inches from yours. “Say it again while I’m balls-deep in you.”
He snapped his hips forward harder this time, burying his cock to the hilt. A broken whimper escaped you before you could stop it. The stretch was intense, the angle perfect, every thick inch dragging against your walls in the most filthy way.
Heeseung’s hand slid up from your breast to grip your jaw, turning your face further toward him so he could watch you while he fucked you. His thrusts stayed deep and steady — controlled, but getting rougher with every roll of his hips.
“Look at me,” he whispered roughly, eyes never leaving yours. “Look at me while you’re creaming all over my cock like you hate me.”
You bit your lip harder, eyes fluttering but refusing to close. The wet, quiet sound of skin meeting skin was barely masked by the heavy breathing between you. Every thrust pushed you forward slightly on the floor, his body completely molded to yours from behind.
“Fuck… you feel so good,” he groaned lowly, the confession slipping out like he hated admitting it. His grip on your jaw tightened as he leaned in and caught your lips in a messy, desperate kiss — all tongue and teeth, trying to swallow down both your moans.
He broke the kiss only to press his forehead against yours, panting.
“Still rivals?” he taunted in a husky whisper, slamming into you a little deeper, grinding his hips in small circles so his cock rubbed against that perfect spot inside you. “Or are you finally admitting you’ve been dying for me to fuck you stupid?”
His free hand slipped down between your legs, fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight, slick circles as he kept thrusting.
Your whole body trembled. You stared back at him, eyes glassy with pleasure, lips still bitten red.
Heeseung smirked against your mouth, dark and satisfied.
“That’s what I thought.”
He kissed you again, harder this time, hips picking up pace as much as he dared without waking the others.
Heeseung kept thrusting into you with deep, measured strokes, each one dragging a silent gasp from your throat. The pleasure was overwhelming, making your mind hazy.
You reached forward, pressing your hand flat against the cold wall for leverage, trying to steady yourself as his hips rocked into you from behind.
Heeseung noticed immediately.
Without warning, he hooked one arm under your knee and yanked your leg up and wider, spreading you open even more. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper, his cock hitting a spot that made your eyes roll back.
“Heeseung…” you whimpered breathlessly, the name slipping out like a broken plea.
“Fuck,” he groaned quietly against your neck, voice rough and strained. “Say my name like that again.”
He held your leg high, fingers digging into your thigh as he fucked you harder — still trying to stay quiet, but the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy was getting louder. His other hand stayed braced on the floor near your waist, caging you in while he drove into you with long, filthy strokes.
Every thrust pushed your chest harder against the floor, your shirt still bunched up, nipples rubbing against the fabric. Your hand on the wall curled into a fist as pleasure shot through you.
“Heeseung… ah—” you gasped again, biting your lip right after to muffle the sound.
He leaned over you, chest pressed flush to your back, lips right against your ear as he panted.
“Yeah? You like that?” he whispered, voice dark and mocking even while he was buried inside you. “Legs spread open for me on the fucking floor while our group is sleeping right next to us?”
He snapped his hips forward sharply, grinding deep, his cock rubbing perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you with every roll.
Your eyes fluttered, another soft “Heeseung…” escaping before you could stop it.
He smirked against your skin and bit down lightly on your shoulder, thrusting faster, deeper, chasing the pleasure he could no longer control.
“Keep saying my name like that,” he breathed, voice husky, “and I won’t be able to stop even if someone wakes up.”
His fingers on your thigh tightened, spreading you even wider as he fucked you relentlessly.
“I’m gonna cum… fuck— Heeseung,” you gasped, voice shaking and barely a whisper as your walls started clenching hard around his cock.
Heeseung’s breath hitched sharply. His eyes darkened instantly at your words.
“Shit— already?” he hissed against your ear, but there was clear satisfaction dripping from his tone. He yanked your leg even higher, spreading you obscenely wide as he fucked you deeper, faster, more desperately.
His hips snapped against your ass with wet, muffled slaps. He pressed his forehead hard against the back of your head, panting heavily.
“Then cum,” he growled lowly, voice rough and commanding. “Cum on my cock like the needy little slut you are. Right here. On the fucking floor.”
Heeseung’s hand left your thigh and slid down between your legs, rubbing tight, fast circles on your swollen clit while he kept pounding into you from behind.
Your hand on the wall trembled. Your whole body tensed, thighs shaking violently as the pressure built unbearably fast.
“Look at me,” he demanded in a harsh whisper.
You turned your head just enough. The second your eyes met his — dark, intense, and burning — your orgasm crashed into you.
You bit down hard on your own arm to muffle the moan that tried to rip out of you. Your pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around his thick cock, gushing slick heat as you came hard.
Heeseung groaned through gritted teeth, eyes locked on your face the entire time, watching you fall apart.
“Fuck— that’s it… good girl,” he rasped, still thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out. “So fucking tight when you cum.”
Your body kept shaking, waves of pleasure rolling through you as he fucked you through it. Heeseung’s rhythm started to falter, his own breathing turning ragged and desperate.
He buried his face in your neck, biting down to stay quiet as his hips stuttered.
“I’m close—” he warned, voice strained, hips slamming into you a little harder. “Where do you want it?”
His cock throbbed violently inside you, clearly right on the edge.
“My mouth,” you whispered desperately, voice hoarse and trembling. “Cum in my mouth.”
Heeseung’s eyes flashed with raw hunger at your words. He let out a shaky, almost pained exhale.
“Fuck… you’re filthy,” he groaned quietly, but the way his cock twitched hard inside you told you how much he liked it.
Without wasting another second, he pulled out of you slowly, his thick length glistening with your juices. You quickly turned around on the floor, facing him. Heeseung sat up slightly, leaning back against the wall while you moved between his legs.
He gripped your hair tightly with one hand, guiding your head down as his other hand stroked his slick cock a few times.
You didn’t hesitate.
You wrapped your lips around his throbbing tip, tasting yourself on him as you took him into your warm, wet mouth. Heeseung’s head fell back, jaw clenched tight as he fought to stay quiet.
“Shit— just like that,” he whispered, voice wrecked. His hips bucked up gently, pushing more of his cock into your mouth. “Suck it… fuck, your mouth feels so good.”
You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around the underside as you bobbed your head. Heeseung’s grip on your hair tightened, breathing fast and ragged.
“I’m so fucking close—” he warned, eyes locked on your lips stretched around him.
A few more strokes of your mouth and he broke.
With a choked, quiet groan, Heeseung came hard. Thick, hot spurts of cum filled your mouth as his cock pulsed against your tongue. He kept his hand in your hair, holding you there while he emptied himself, hips twitching.
You swallowed every drop, sucking him gently through the aftershocks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
Finally, he pulled you off with a shaky breath, chest heaving. His dark eyes stared down at you, lips parted, sweat on his forehead.
For a moment, the two of you just looked at each other in the dim light — faces flushed, breathing heavy, the rivalry still burning underneath everything… but now mixed with something much more dangerous.
Heeseung wiped the corner of your lip with his thumb, then pushed it into your mouth so you could lick it clean.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he whispered, voice low and rough.
He pulled you up and against his chest, both of you still half-naked on the floor, hearts still racing.
The next morning came too quickly.
You were already fully dressed, curled up on your side when a bright, cheerful voice echoed through the living room.
“Kids! Breakfast is ready~ Come eat before it gets cold!”
Your classmate’s mom clapped her hands a few times, her footsteps moving around the room as she gently shook the others awake. Groans and sleepy complaints filled the air as everyone started stirring.
You stretched your arms above your head with a soft groan, your back popping slightly. Your body felt sore in the best and worst ways — thighs aching, a faint throb between your legs, and the unmistakable reminder of last night with every small movement. You quickly sat up, fixing your messy hair and avoiding looking toward Heeseung.
But you could feel him.
Heeseung was already awake, sitting up a few feet away. His hair was tousled, eyes still heavy with sleep, and there was a faint red mark on his neck that definitely wasn’t there yesterday. He glanced at you the moment you moved, his gaze dark and unreadable.
For a split second, the memory hit you hard — his cock in your mouth, the way he groaned your name so quietly, the taste of him on your tongue.
Your cheeks burned.
“Morning everyone!” your classmate’s mom called again, smiling brightly. “There’s rice, eggs, and soup. Hurry up before the boys eat everything!”
The others slowly got up, yawning and stretching, completely oblivious. One of them even stepped over the exact spot where Heeseung had fucked you just hours ago.
You stood up and brushed off your clothes, pretending to be normal. But as you turned, Heeseung was suddenly right beside you, close enough that his arm brushed yours.
He leaned in slightly while everyone else was distracted, his voice low and rough against your ear.
“Sleep well?” he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching with a smug little smirk. “You were moving around a lot last night.”
Your stomach flipped.
You shot him a sharp glare, cheeks heating up again. “Shut up,” you hissed under your breath. “Not a single word.”
Heeseung’s smirk only grew. He looked far too satisfied for someone who was supposed to be your rival.
As you both walked toward the dining area with the group, he stayed annoyingly close. His fingers brushed against the back of your hand for half a second — not quite holding it, but definitely not accidental.
You elbowed him lightly in the ribs.
“Asshole,” you muttered.
“Needy little liar,” he whispered back, so quietly only you could hear.
You sat down at the table across from each other. Every time your eyes met, the tension crackled. Heeseung’s gaze kept dropping to your lips for a second too long, like he was remembering exactly how they looked wrapped around him.
You kicked his leg under the table.
He kicked back.
But neither of you could hide the faint flush on your cheeks… or the way your heart raced every time he looked at you.
The rivalry wasn’t gone.
It had just become something much more complicated.
heeseung loooves to edge you. it actually makes him feel in control for once. not to mention the way you whine and cry because of him gives him a power trip like nothing else.
you've been at it for over an hour already and you’re trying to hold back, you really are, trying to think about literally anything else under the sun to stop yourself from cumming—but all your fucked-out brain can process is the way his cock slides against your gummy walls :( he’s so mean with it too, murmuring praises and sweet degradation that he knows get you going. “feels soo good, doesn’t it, baby? taking it like such a good girl. my good girl, hm?” you huff and whine, nodding weakly as your nails drag down his back. he groans at the feeling, sharp pain turning into added pleasure as you clench around him.
you’re torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer, helplessly grabbing and squeezing his shoulders. you wanna cum so bad, but it’s just too much! “seungie p—please!” you plead, not sure what you’re even begging for anymore. he seems to know just what you need, though, simply hiding his face in your neck and picking the pace.
his fingers are quick to find your sensitive clit, rubbing tight circles that make your eyes roll to the back of your head. "gonna cum, please lemme cum, please, please—" you mindlessly babble. he gives a weak nod as his thrusts grow sloppy. you're quick to finish with a silent scream, eyes screwed shut, and your mouth hung open.
it doesn't take him long to follow, filling you up with a quiet whimper as he falls limp against you. his flushed face finds your chest and he simply lays there while you both catch your breaths. your fingers naturally find his hair, combing through the damp strands and pushing them out of his face.
you call his name gently, holding back a small laugh as he lies still. “mm, jus’ let me stay like this for a bit” he murmurs against your skin but you don’t miss the way he twitches inside you. cockwarming him for a lil while wouldn’t hurt, right? ^^
IN WHICH:..you go out with your friends to clear your head after an intense argument with your ex boyfriend and end up getting distracted by a stranger who seems entirely too comfortable looking at you for that long.
warnings-> nsfw, MDNI, smut, non-idol au, one night stand, strong language, oral sex, unprotected sex (DON'T especially in this context! DO NOT! please stay safe), overstimulation, creampie, dom!heeseung, sub!reader, revenge sex, porn with a bit of plot :p, multiple positions, dirty talk, pet names (use of the words "good girl", kissing, grinding, heavy praise, riding, voyeurism, answering the phone during sex, no strings attached (could be more) -> (w/c:6.5k)
The bass hits you before you even get through the door. It reverberates up through the floor, through the soles of your shoes, through your chest, loud and relentless and exactly what you need tonight.
Your friend Yuna squeezes your hand as you push through the crowd, the heat of too many bodies and too many drinks wrapping around you immediately, and you let yourself exhale for the first time in hours. Your ex boyfriend's face flickers into your head completely uninvited but you shove it back out.
Not tonight, you think, not today. He's not going to ruin your fun too. Yuna grabs your hand and drags you along, following your friends down onto the dance floor. Where you stay for a long time. And God, it feels good.
The kind of good that starts in your chest and moves outward, through your shoulders, down your arms, into the way your hips find the beat like they've been waiting for this all week. Your friends are beside you, laughing, and the music is loud enough to drown out everything that isn't this exact moment.
You feel beautiful tonight. Your hair is right. Your outfit is right. You don't even regret the bold choice of red lipstick you have on. The way you move feels effortless in the way it only does when you've stopped thinking about moving and just let your body flow to the beat.
Someone across the floor is watching you but you barely notice. You throw your head back and laugh at something your friend shouts in your ear and let the bass do the rest. This is what you came for. This exact feeling…alive and unbothered and completely, entirely yours.
You feel it again somewhere in the middle of a song. A gaze. Steady and unhurried, coming from the direction of the bar, not the usual kind that skims past and moves on. This one stays. Specific enough that it prickles at the back of your neck, makes you want to glance over your shoulder even though you resist it.
You don't look. Not yet. You let the song finish, let your friend spin you around, let another beat drop. Then casually, like it's nothing, you look.
He's at the bar. Leaning against it with the particular ease of someone who has never once been uncomfortable in a room in his life, one hand wrapped loosely around a glass, dark jacket, red hair catching the light above the bar in a way that looks almost deliberate. His eyes are already on you when you find them. He doesn't look away.
Not embarrassed, not caught. Just watching. Like he'd decided to and saw no reason to pretend otherwise. You hold his gaze for exactly two seconds. Then you turn back to the dance floor and say nothing to anyone, but something about the song feels different now. The awareness of it sitting warm at the back of your neck for the rest of the song.
You come off the dance floor flushed and breathless, your friends already splintering off in different directions, toward the bathrooms, toward a group they'd spotted across the room, toward the small outdoor terrace at the back. Yuna promises to find you in ten minutes and you wave her off and push toward the bar because you're thirsty, the night is young and you feel fucking great.
The bar is crowded but you find a gap and lean into it, scanning for the bartender. "Decided to come say hi after all," the voice says from your left. Low, cutting through the noise with an ease that suggests it's done this before.
You turn, already knowing who you're going to find. He's exactly where he was, still leaning against the bar, still holding that glass, still completely at ease. Up close the red hair is more vivid, the dark eyes more intense and direct. He looks at you like he has all the time in the world and has decided to spend some of it here.
You know who he is, or at least you'd heard about him. Lee Heeseung, your girlfriends had spoken about him before, he's not really what you were expecting though, which you can't help but find a little bit intriguing. "I was thirsty," you say, turning to flag down the bartender. "Mm." He takes a sip of his drink. "You dance like you know everyone's watching" You glance at him. "Do I?" he gives a curt nod, "Not a criticism," his eyes are steady on yours, dark and entirely unbothered. "Just an observation."
"You were watching me?"
"Hard not to" he says it plainly, like a simple fact. You watch him, ignoring the heat burning up your face, still caught off guard by his admission. When the bartender appears, you quickly clear your throat and place your order. Heeseung doesn't look away.
"I'm Heeseung," he nods, when you glance back at him again. "Y/N" you say. “And I know who you are, I think” Something shifts in his expression, the faintest flicker of interest, like you've said something unexpected. "Do you?"
"You have a reputation"
"Most people do." He tilts his head slightly. "What's mine?"
You consider him for a second, the easy sprawl of him against the bar, the way he holds eye contact like it costs him nothing, the red hair, the dark eyes, the jacket, the irritatingly calm expression and the fact that standing this close apparently means becoming aware that he smells really good. Basically the overall unfair construction of him as a person. "The kind people warn you about" His eyebrows lift slightly. "That bad?" You shrug, "Depends on who you ask.”
He smiles, slow, unhurried, like everything else about him. Your drink arrives and you wrap your hand around it, taking a sip as you try to decide whether you're annoyed or entertained, which is a harder question than it should be. "You come here a lot?" you ask. "Not really, sometimes" He shrugs slightly. "You?"
"Not usually." You look out at the dance floor, at the mass of moving bodies and colored lights. "I needed a night out."
"Bad day?" he raises brow.
"Bad week," you scoff. Then, because something about him invites honesty in a way you hadn't anticipated, you continue, "Bad enough." He doesn't push. Doesn't do the thing people do where they tilt their head and say do you want to talk about it? In a voice that suggests they're already composing their response. He just nods, once, and lets it sit there. You appreciate that.
"For what it's worth," he says, after a moment, "You look beautiful."
You glance at him. The compliment lands strangely, too factual and yet heat creeps up your neck anyway. "Thank you" His eyes flick to you for half a second longer than necessary. You look away first and the corner of his mouth lifts. "You're welcome.”
His smile doesn't disappear, making you narrow your eyes a little. "Don't look so pleased with yourself." His eyebrows lift. "I'm not.”
You shake your head and glance away again, suddenly very interested in absolutely anything else in the room. His voice comes softer this time. "You get shy when people compliment you?" Your eyes snap back to him "No." He nods once. "Right"
"I don't."
His mouth twitches, “then why won't you look at me?" Your lips part but nothing comes out. His expression changes, not smug exactly, more entertained than anything. A beat passes and he doesn’t move away, you don’t either. “You’re staring,” you manage, a very familiar sensation creeping up your body. “Yeah,” he simply agrees. “I am.”
He's crazy, you think. You look at him for a second, the complete ease of him, the way he occupies space like it's never occurred to him to make himself smaller, the faint smile that suggests he finds most things mildly interesting and very little genuinely surprising. "You always like this?" you ask. "Like what?" "Like-" you gesture at him vaguely, "this."
"You're going to have to be more specific, sweetheart."
"Unbothered," you say, trying to ignore the nickname. "About everything. Like nothing ever lands." He considers this, which you think is cool, he doesn't just deflect or turn it into something smooth. He actually thinks about it. "Things land," he says finally. "I just don't make it everyone's problem."
There's something underneath that which you don't quite have the context to unpack, but it sits in the air between you and feels true in a way that catches you slightly off guard. Your phone buzzes in your purse. But you ignore it. He notices, you can tell by the way his eyes drop for a fraction of a second but he doesn't say anything. "So," he glances at you, "what else does a person do after a bad night?"
"They go clubbing," you say, "and let a strange man talk to them apparently."
"I'm not that strange," he smiles, "the night is young," you shrug. He laughs at that, a low, genuine sound, nothing performed about it. It does something slightly unreasonable to the atmosphere between you.
Your phone buzzes again. And again. You reach into your purse, glancing at the screen out of reflex.
BF♡: where are you?
BF♡: send me your location
BF♡: y/n
You stare at it for a second, annoyed that you forgot to change his contact name, then you sigh, disliking the heavy feeling settling in your chest. Not quite anger, not even hurt, just the familiar exhausting weight of him wanting your attention on his terms and his timeline, the same way he always did.
And so you turn your screen face down on the bar. Heeseung is watching you when you look up. His expression hasn't changed, still easy, still steady but there's something attentive in his eyes that suggests he's caught onto more than you intended. "You were saying?" You say, like nothing happened. He holds your gaze for a moment. Then he lets it go, smooth as anything. "I was asking what you do after a bad night," he says. "And I told you."
"Strange men at bars," he agrees. "Bold strategy."
"It's working so far,” you nod."Is it?" He answers, not a question exactly, more like he's tasting the answer. “You're not all that bad I guess” you shrug "High praise." He looks at you over the rim of his glass. "Don't push it."
Heeseung smiles warmly and leans in just slightly, not enough to crowd you, but just enough to close some of the distance between you, deliberate in the way everything he does seems deliberate. "Despite having an awful night," he says, low enough that it doesn't carry past the two of you, "you're doing pretty well."
"I had a good teacher," you say. "First five minutes." Something genuinely pleased moves through his expression. He leans back, a smile pulling at his lips like he's satisfied with that. And then your phone goes off again but you don't look at it this time. Heeseung watches you ignore it. "Persistent," he observes. "Very," you agree.
"Must be important."
"Must be." You pick up your drink. "Doesn't feel like it right now."
His eyes stay on yours for a beat longer than necessary, reading something there, whatever you're letting show, and then the corner of his mouth curves up slowly. The air between you is doing something you don't really have a name for. Close and charged but subtle all at once, like neither of you is in a particular rush to get anywhere and you've both quietly agreed on this without saying so.
He shifts slightly, angling toward you, his arm brushing yours against the bar. But he doesn't move it away. "So," his eyes drop to your lips for just a fraction of a second before coming back up. "Tell me something."
"Like what?"
"Anything." He tilts his head. "Something true."
You look at him, the red hair and the dark eyes and the complete infuriating composure of him and feel something loosen in your chest that had been pulled tight all evening. "I almost didn't come out tonight," you say. "But you did." "I did."
He holds your gaze. "I'm glad you did."
You open your mouth to say something, but Yuna's voice cuts through the music. "Y/N!" Your friend materializes at your elbow from somewhere in the crowd, slightly breathless, eyes bright. "There you are, come on!, they're playing the song, we have to go!" She grabs your arm before you have time to process, already pulling you towards the dance floor.
You go, because you're being moved by a force of nature and there's very little to be done about it, but you turn your head as you're dragged away. Heeseung is still leaning against the bar, watching you go with that same calm expression and he raises his glass slightly in your direction, holding your gaze for one second, two, then you're completely swallowed by the crowd and the music swells back around you.
Yuna is saying something you're not fully processing because you're still thinking about the way he'd looked at you right before your name was called. ‘I'm glad you did’
Your phone buzzes again in your hand but your mind is already elsewhere. Yuna hands you a drink and you down it in one go. And just like that you let the music do what it does and your body go with the flow. The song changes twice more before Yuna finally lets you go, laughing, already being pulled toward the group by the terrace doors. "Ten minutes, I mean it this time!" she calls over her shoulder, blowing you a kiss. Even though you know you're probably not going to see her again for the rest of the night. And then she's gone, swallowed by the crowd same as everything else tonight.
You mean to go find the terrace. You mean to. But instead you find yourself drifting back toward the bar, telling yourself it's because you never finished your drink, which is a lie you don't even bother committing to.
He's not where you left him and the disappointment lands before you can stop it, sharp and unreasonable, and you're still cataloguing it when a hand finds the small of your back. "Looking for someone?" His voice, close to your ear this time, close enough that you feel it more than hear it over the music.
Your breath catches and you turn around slowly, the moment your eyes meet his again, up close like this, something in your brain short-circuits. God, he’s unfairly beautiful.
His red hair looks even richer under the now pink club lights, a deep, vivid shade almost burgundy, that catches every flash of color. His dark eyes hold yours without hesitation, framed by lashes that should be illegal, and there’s the faintest trace of a smirk playing at the corner of his heart-shaped lips.
Your eyes fall to the sharp line of his jaw, the easy slope of his shoulders under that jacket. And you’re suddenly very aware of how warm the room feels, how close he is and how your pulse is now louder than the music. Heeseung’s hand lingers for a second longer before he lets it fall, but he doesn’t step back. He just watches you, that calm confidence radiating off him in waves.
“Yeah,” you manage, voice a little breathless. “Guess I found him.” His smirk deepens, slow and pleased, he leans one elbow back against the bar, angling his body toward you so the two of you create a little pocket of space amid the chaos. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?” You finally realize what you said and laugh softly, the sound surprising even you. “Don’t flatter yourself too much. I was just um…thirsty again.”
“Right” His gaze drops to your mouth for a beat, then lifts back up. “And here I thought you missed my charming conversation.” The way he says it, so relaxed, so teasing, makes heat bloom low in your stomach and you take a small step closer without meaning to, drawn in by the way he looks at you like you’re the most interesting thing in the room.
He doesn’t push, doesn’t crowd you but every little movement feels so intimate. The brush of his arm against yours. The way his fingers tap lightly against his glass. The quiet intensity behind that laid back smile. You talk for a few more minutes, easy, light banter that somehow feels heavier than it should.
He asks what kind of bad week you had, not prying, just offering the space for you to answer if you want. But you deflect with something vague and sarcastic that makes him chuckle, low and amused. His voice is like warm velvet over gravel, and every time he calls you “sweetheart” in that casual drawl, your stomach flips. You shift uncomfortably, pressing your thighs together as a very specific thought creeps into your head, and suddenly it feels very hot in here, almost suffocating.
Oh God…you're truly in trouble.
The music pulses around you, the lights shift across his face, your heart is hammering and you can't help it anymore. And then, somewhere in the middle of him telling you about his very chill week, the words tumble out before you can stop them.
“Can I kiss you?”
The question hangs there, raw and honest in the thick atmosphere with the way he’s been looking at you like he wants to devour every second of this. Heeseung blinks once, clearly surprised, eyebrows lifting just slightly. For the first time tonight, that perfect composure cracks open, revealing a flash of genuine intrigue. His lips part, then curve into a dangerous smile. “Yeah,” he says, voice dropping even lower. “You can.”
You don’t wait for the moment to pass. You reach up, fingers brushing the front of his jacket, and press your mouth to his. One of his hands slides to your waist to pull you closer while the other cups the side of your face with surprising gentleness. His lips are warm, soft at first and then firmer, deepening the kiss like he’s been thinking about it since the moment he saw you on the dance floor.
The taste of his drink lingers faintly, mixed with something distinctly him. He kisses like he does everything else, completely in control, but generous with it, coaxing your lips apart and making your knees feel weak. It’s easily the best kiss you’ve ever had. Slow and consuming and perfect, the kind that makes the rest of the club disappear.
Heat floods through you, head to toe, as his thumb brushes your cheek and he tilts his head just enough to take it deeper. Tongue stroking yours in lazy, hungry strokes that send liquid heat pooling between your thighs. A soft, needy whimper escapes you and you feel him smile against your mouth. When you finally pull back, gasping for air, your forehead rests against his. Your bold red lipstick, smeared at the corner of his mouth, staining the edge of his lips in a messy, erotic streak.
His eyes are dazed, pupils blown wide with lust, that usual collected composure cracked just enough to show how badly he wants you. His breathing is ragged, chest rising and falling against yours. “Fuck,” he whispers, voice rough as his thumb drags gently over your swollen bottom lip, smearing your red lipstick even more. You stare at him, eyes glazed with lust. Heeseung lets out a low breath, almost reluctant. “Y/N… look, I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t really do relationships.”
The words hang between you for half a second. You think about it for a second and then decide that you don’t care, you just need a release. You grab his arm and pull him toward a shadowed corner of the club. He follows without hesitation, that lazy grin returning to his lips as the blue lights wash over you both and the pounding music fades into a distant throb.
Heeseung presses you against the wall, his body flush against yours. His heavy breathing fans hot across your neck as he slots one thigh between your legs. “Go on,” he whispers, voice low and commanding, lips brushing your ear. “Use me.”
You can’t help the desperate moan that spills from your lips as you grind against his thigh, the friction delicious against your soaked core. He watches you the entire time, dark eyes fixed on your face, drinking in every roll of your hips, every gasp. His hands grip your waist, steadying you as the pleasure builds fast and sharp. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he praises softly, lips brushing your ear. “Look at you…you look so pretty riding my thigh like this.”
The orgasm hits you like a wave, shattering through your body so intensely your legs give out. Heeseung catches you easily, holding you up with strong arms as he kisses you through it, swallowing every loud moan and whimper until you’re trembling and spent against his chest. He lets you catch your breath for a moment, forehead pressed to his, before intertwining your fingers with his.
“Come with me,” he says, low enough that it vibrates through your chest. You don’t hesitate. He guides you through the crowd, grip warm and sure. Your legs are still shaky from the intense release, and halfway up the narrow staircase he notices. With a soft chuckle, Heeseung turns the corner and the bouncer gives him a knowing nod as you pass and you don't care to think about anything else because you need his lips on you again.
The second floor is quieter, dim lights, velvet booths, and several closed doors lining a hallway. Heeseung opens one without pause, pulling you inside. The room is private, luxurious in a hazy club way. Low lighting, a large bed against one wall, a mirror across from it, and a leather couch by the window through which the moonlight shines in.
The faint thump of music still vibrates through the floor and there's a sweet scent in the air. Heeseung turns to you, backing you gently against the door. His hands settle on your hips as he leans in, kissing you again, deeper this time. Slower, like he’s savoring every second. You melt into it, fingers threading through his red hair, tugging lightly. He makes a low sound of approval against your mouth.
“You sure about this?” he asks, lips brushing yours. Even now, he’s giving you the choice, calm and gentle, but his body is pressed close enough that you can feel how much he wants this. “Yes,” you breathe. “I want you to fuck me. Please”
That’s all he needs.
His hands slide under your top, peeling it off with practiced ease. Clothes come off in a heated rush, his jacket hitting the floor, the skirt of your dress pushed up around your waist, his shirt unbuttoned just enough for you to run your hands over the hard lines of his chest. His hands roam, possessively sliding under your clothes until you’re both shedding them in a heated trail toward the bed.
He lays you down and drops to his knees between your spreaded thighs, that same soft dominance radiating off him as he hooks your legs over his shoulders. “Still so wet,” he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. “Let’s see how many more times I can make you fall apart tonight.”
His mouth is on you in the next breath, tongue sliding through your folds, sucking gently on your clit while two fingers push inside you. He eats you out like he has all the time in the world, every teasing lick and curl of his fingers pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “You taste so fucking good,” he groans against you, “I knew I had to taste you the second I saw you on that dance floor” he rasps.
You’re loud, moaning shamelessly as another orgasm builds fast. He groans as his nose brushes against your clit, the sound vibrating against your core. Your hips buck against his mouth, another loud cry tearing from your throat when his tongue slips inside you. Heeseung presses his hand firmly over your mouth, muffling your cries while he works you through it with long, lazy strokes of his wet tongue.
“Easy baby,” he kisses against your slick skin, eyes flicking up to yours with amusement. “Can't have everyone hearing how you cum on my tongue, be quiet for me…or I'll make you” he spits on your pussy, dragging his tongue across your mess.
His words combined with the feel of his tongue and his fingers curling into you, push you over the edge fast. You come hard, thighs shaking around his head, the sound muffled against his palm as the pleasure whites out your vision. He doesn't give you much time to recover.
Heeseung stands, shedding the rest of his clothes, his dick hard and flushed. You slide off the bed onto your knees almost instinctively, wrapping your hand around him. He threads his fingers gently through your hair, guiding but not forcing. “That’s it… fuck, you look so good on your knees for me,” he breathes, voice rough with pleasure. “Open up for me, baby. Let me feel that pretty mouth.”
You take him eagerly, licking a wet stripe around the head before sinking down as far as you can. Tongue swirling and hand stroking what you can't fit. His praises make you wetter, make you moan around him as you grind your clit against his leg like an animal in heat. He tightens his grip in your hair, his head falling back with a low groan.
"You're such a good girl… just like that. Taking me so fucking well.” You moan around him, the vibration pulling another curse from him. He fucks your mouth with controlled thrusts, never too rough, eyes locked on the way your smeared red lipstick leaves marks along his shaft. Before he can finish down your throat, he pulls you off and lays you back onto the bed.
Your chest rises and falls in anticipation as you hear the hurried rip of foil before he lines up, rubbing the head of his dick over your clit until you're panting helplessly.
You look him in the eye, tugging at the condom until he understands what you're suggesting. "I have an IUD..." you look up at him through your lashes, "besides, I want to feel you" you whisper. "All of you" Heeseung stares down at you, his chest rising heavily. "You're fucking crazy" he rasps, tugging it off before he crashes his lips against yours, suddenly unable to control his want for you.
He takes his time, but there’s nothing lazy about it, exploring your body with confident hands, kissing down your neck, your collarbone, lower until you’re arching into him, gasping his name.
When he finally sinks into you, slow and deep and perfect, the stretch is exquisite. "F-fuck, you're so deep" you moan, overwhelmed by the intrusion. He watches your face the entire time, eyes locked on yours, drinking in every reaction like it’s better than the love song playing downstairs. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” he groans, voice rough around the edges. His hips roll against yours in a steady, devastating rhythm, hitting every spot that makes your toes curl. One hand grips your thigh, spreading you wider as he drives deeper, the other braced beside your head.
It’s overwhelming in the best way. The way he moves like he already knows your body, like he’s determined to make you feel everything. Confident, unrelenting and attuned to every moan and shiver. He angles his hips just right, grinding against you with each thrust until pleasure coils tight and blinding in your core.
You come hard again, crying out against his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your scream. He doesn’t stop. He rides you through it, murmuring filthy praises in your ear “so tight, fuck that’s it, sweetheart…let go for me again” You’re very loud, whimpering and crying out his name with every thrust that hits that sweet spot deep inside. Heeseung smirks and presses his hand over your mouth again, leaning down to bite at your neck while he fucks you harder. “Quiet down baby. Do you want the whole club to know how hard I’m making you come?"
Your phone suddenly starts ringing on the bedside table, the familiar ringtone cutting through the heavy breathing and the wet sounds of skin on skin.
incoming call...BF♡
Heeseung glances down at it, then back at you with a wicked glint in his eyes. He doesn’t stop moving, just slows to deep, grinding rolls that make your toes curl and your walls flutter around him. "Answer it,” he commands softly, voice dripping with lust as he picks up his pace again, fucking you harder. “Answer the phone, baby. Let him hear how well you’re getting fucked.” His voice is full of challenge and dark amusement.
He moves his hand from your mouth just enough for you to speak. You shake your head, but he leans down, lips brushing your ear as he thrusts particularly deep, his thumb rubbing against your clit and you cry out as the orgasm crashes into you without warning. Your legs shake violently, vision blurring as intense pleasure rips through your body. A broken moan tears from your throat before you can stop it, your release gushing around his dick as you clench down on him.
“Fuck…fucking hell, you cum so good,” he groans, sweat dripping down his chest as his eyes drop to where his thick dick is pumping in and out of you, slick with your release. “Look at that. Soaking me like a good girl.” You gasp sharply, eyes rolling back as he keeps thrusting through your orgasm, brushing against your sensitive spot with every stroke.
The phone keeps ringing, insistent and shrill. Heeseung’s hand returns to cover your mouth, muffling your cries as he fucks you through the waves of pleasure. With his other hand, he grabs the phone and presses it into your palm, his hair falls over his eyes, his sharp gaze locked on yours in a silent, filthy order.
Fingers trembling, you swipe to answer just as another thrust makes your voice crack. “H-hello…?” It comes out wrecked, breathy, and dripping with lust. Your ex’s voice explodes through the phone, angry, demanding to know where you are, why you sound like that. But Heeseung doesn’t let up. He leans down and kisses your neck, biting down gently as he drives into you with sharp, punishing strokes, his hand still firmly over your mouth between your broken replies.
You try to speak, but every thrust pulls another muffled whimper from you. Heeseung’s breath is hot against your ear. “Tell him you’re busy,” he whispers, voice low and teasing. “Tell him how full you are right now, baby…how deep I’m buried inside this pretty pussy.”
The risk, the pleasure, and his relentless praise push you dangerously close to the edge again. You manage a few shaky, incoherent words “L-Look, stop calling me…d-don't call me anymore. We're done-” before you drop the phone, letting it fall onto the sheets as another orgasm rips through you. "O-oh God- fuck!" You scream.
Heeseung swallows your loud cry with a deep kiss, hips stuttering at how hard you're clenching down on him, He flips you over and pulls your hips up, taking you from behind with the same devastating control.
The new angle is even deeper. He fucks you hard and fast, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave marks. The headboard slams rhythmically against the wall with every powerful thrust. His balls slap loudly against your ass, dripping with your juices as your moans grow shamelessly louder, echoing throughout the room.
“Listen to you,” he growls, voice rough with lust. “So fucking loud for me. You love getting ruined like this, don’t you?” He leans over your back, teeth grazing your shoulder as he drives into you even harder. “One more, pretty, let me feel you.”
The filthy sounds of skin slapping skin send you spiraling. Your most intense orgasm of the night washes over you, legs shaking, walls pulsing around him as you cry out into the sheets. Heeseung follows right after, burying himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan, filling you completely as his hips jerk against your ass.
For a few long moments, the only sounds are your ragged breathing and the distant thump of the club music. Heeseung stays draped over you, pressing soft kisses along your spine as he pulls out. He collapses beside you and pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around your trembling body.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs, voice warm and slightly amused. His fingers trace lazy circles on your back, gentle now after the intensity. “Did I break you, pretty girl?” you let out a weak, breathless laugh, burying your face in his neck. The red lipstick you left all over him is still faintly visible in the low light. “In the best way possible.”
Heeseung chuckles softly, tilting your chin up to kiss you, his touch soft and tender. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.” His hand slides down to squeeze your ass possessively. “Give me ten minutes I want to watch you lose it while you're on top of me, still dripping with my cum.” he looks down at you, “Unless you need me to call your boyfriend back and really rub it in.”
You playfully smack his chest, a breathless laugh escaping you. “You’re terrible.” He catches your wrist easily, bringing it to his lips to kiss your pulse point, “You like it,” he teases. And true to his word, it doesn’t take him long to recover. Heeseung leans back against the bed, pulling you on top of him with effortless strength. His hands settle on your hips as you straddle him, guiding you down onto his dick again. The stretch is delicious, especially with the added slickness of his earlier release still leaking out of you.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he groans, head falling back as you sink all the way down. "You take me so well.” You start moving, rolling your hips experimentally at first, then faster as confidence and need take over. Heeseung watches you with hooded eyes, hands roaming your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples, then gripping your waist to help guide your movements.
“That’s my pretty girl,” he praises, voice rough. “Ride me just like that. You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re cuming all over my dick.” The angle lets you grind your clit against him with every roll of your hips. Your moans grow louder again, and Heeseung sits up slightly, pulling you closer so he can kiss you messily while you ride him. One hand stays on your hip, the other slides between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit.
“Come on, baby,” he murmurs against your lips. “Let me feel you cum again. Spill for me like the good girl you are.” The combination of his praise, his lips trailing your neck, and the deep drag of his dick inside you sends you over the edge quickly.
You cry out, clenching hard around him as another powerful orgasm washes over you. Heeseung groans loudly, thrusting up into you to chase his own release, filling you once more as he holds you tight against him.
You collapse onto his chest, both of you slick with sweat and breathing hard. He runs his fingers through your hair, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder as the aftershocks fade. “Still having an awful week?” he asks, voice low and satisfied.
You smile against his skin, too blissed out to do anything else. “Best week ever.” He chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Stay with me a little longer, yeah? The night’s still young… and I’m nowhere near done with you.” You do stay, for hours.
He takes you again and again. Slow and deep on the bed, then against the wall, on the floor with you on your hands and knees, rutting into you until you come apart. With you on your back, at the edge of the bed as he stands holding your legs over his shoulder, seated so fucking deep in you that you can feel him in your stomach. Then once more, you ride his face, his nose brushing against your clit with each movement before he pulls you over him to ride his dick until your thighs burn and your voice grows hoarse. Every time he praises you, every filthy whisper and gentle command, carves itself deeper into your memory.
Eventually the sun begins to rise and the club begins to empty. Heeseung kisses you one last time at the back exit, the feel of his lips lingering, his thumb brushing your smudged red lipstick like a secret. “Tonight was fun, sweetheart,” he winks, that mesmerising smile on his lips again. “Take care of yourself,” he starts to pull away.
A sudden spike of panic hits you, your fingers tighten in his jacket before you can stop yourself. “Wait…” Your voice comes out smaller than you want. “Will I…see you again?” Heeseung pauses. For a moment his eyes soften, just slightly, as he studies your face. Then that calm expression returns. He leans in, pressing one last lingering kiss to your wrist.
“Maybe,” he says softly, voice low and honest. “But even if not…you’ll remember me.” He brushes his thumb across your bottom lip, one final time, that beautiful smile making your heart ache a little. “And I'll definitely remember you.”
With that, he steps back, gives you one last look that sends heat rushing through you all over again, and disappears into the early morning streets.
In the weeks that follow, you think about Heeseung far too often. You try to move on, you go on dates, you let other men kiss you, touch you, take you home. But it’s never the same.
No one else makes your body respond like that, no one else fills you with that overwhelming, toe curling pleasure. No one else looks at you with those sharp, steady eyes while calling you their good girl in that low, velvet voice. Sex with anyone else feels… mediocre, mechanical and disappointing.
Your mind always returns to the red-haired guy.
Late at night, when the ache becomes unbearable, your hand slips between your thighs. You close your eyes and picture him, his vivid red hair between your legs, the way his strong hands gripped your hips, the filthy praise he groaned against your neck as he fucked you senseless. You remember how he felt stretching you open, how he kissed you through your orgasms, how he made you cum harder than you ever had before.
You touch yourself desperately to those memories, moaning his name into your pillow as you shatter again and again. The orgasms are good, but they’re never quite enough, just echoes of what he gave you that night.
He ruined you for anyone else.
And the worst part? You don’t even regret it. Sometimes, when you’re out at clubs or parties, you catch yourself scanning the crowd for a flash of red hair and that effortless wolfish grin, but he never appears again.
He was a one-night storm…beautiful, devastating and unforgettable. And all you have left is the memory and the quiet, delicious ache every time you think of him.
-> made by @taexvan
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shy tutor!heeseung headcannons
pairing: tutor!heeseung x fem!reader
warnings/tags: MINORS DNI 18+ unprotected sex, oral (m&f rec), face riding, pet names (angel), subby!hee, he is so cute. (sorry if i missed any)
word count: 1.0k
a/n: omg thank you this idea is so cute!! not proofread.
shy tutor!heeseung who tries his best to keep you both on course. sitting a fair distance in the library, no eye contact, and no glancing at you. that well up until his leg brushes yours under the table. he studded a mid sentence and it causes you to look at him questionably. “no…no i’m okay—totally. let’s..continue..” his gaze solely focused on the textbook in front of you both.
shy tutor!heeseung who waits for you in the library. everything ready and books opened across one of the tables. when he lifts her head up and notices you walking towards, he waves consciously. looking back down, writing in a notebook while you get settled.
shy tutor!heeseung who watches the way your pen glides across the paper. your handwriting is so neat. he does not understand why he finds it so captivating, yet he doesn’t look away. he can’t.
shy tutor!heeseung who blinks at you a few times stunned when you offer to do a session at your dorm. he at first refuses, but then you try to reason with him. “um…sure. i—i guess i can do that…” heeseung notices the way your eyes light up at his response, feeling fluttery in the chest.
shy tutor!heeseung who glances around your room for the first time. posters, plushies, clothes, it was all new to him. he finds himself infatuated, feeling honored that you trusted him into such a personal space. he is careful, not wanting to mess anything up.
shy tutor!heeseung who does not understand when you flirt with him. finds himself being pretty oblivious. all you can do is giggle to yourself as he looks at you so confused, “what? um,” turning back to a textbook, “…back on topic..” you anyway notice his ears and how they reddened.
shy tutor!heeseung who fiddles with his earrings when he gets nervous. while you ask a question, leaning in closer and pointing at a problem in the textbook. he glances at your side profile, looking back at the book quickly. his cheeks pink and right hand fiddling with the little stud he had on his ear.
shy tutor!heeseung who chews on the back of his pen. you first noticed when he left to use the bathroom. picking up his pen instead of yours, you see little indents on the clicker of it. ever since you paid close attention. when he waits for you to finish solving problems, when he’s reading the textbook, and while he is reviewing your work. he bites the end with his teeth, nibbling like a little hamster. all you can do is smile, another trait you find utterly adorable.
shy tutor!heeseung who finds out your favorite snack, giving them to you when you pass a final or get a good grade. wanting you to be awarded for your progress. smiling slightly as he sees how happy you get over the grade, “here…since you got a 89. you improved”
shy tutor!heeseung who goes frozen the first time you kiss him. yes, he has kissed someone before, but not from someone like you. someone he got all fluttery around. he didn’t know what to do. feeling conscious he lets his hands rest on his own lap, curling into fists against his jeans. trying his best to say calm, and kissing back at a matching pace.
shy tutor!heeseung who has to stop himself from staring at your breasts. while you write in your notebook he glances down, having to look up quickly. shifting in his seat, suddenly feeling restless. moving his hand to fiddle with his earring.
shy tutor!heeseung who bites his lips to suppress moans as you palm him under the table. heeseung super flustered as he grips the edge. glancing down he sees your manicured hand kneading his clear hard on. not understanding how he got here, and why he didn’t want it to stop.
shy tutor!heeseung who whimpers when you give him head the first time. he is unable to keep his hips still as the twitch from under you. “o—oh. careful..don’ hurt—yourself,” it’s cute how he worries about you even through pleasure.
shy tutor!heeseung who felt like he might faint the first time he felt your pussy sink down on him. feeling your walls flutter against him as you get used to his length. “you—are so tight,” he mumbled shyly. once you started to move, it was game over for him. he became a cute moaning mess.
shy tutor!heeseung who decided to eat you out for the first time with glasses on. when he glanced up at you from between your legs his glasses were all foggy. moving your shaky hands down and take them off gently. his pupils wide with desire and awe as he finally sees you, “thank you…” moving right back down nose brushing your clit as he goes back to business :(
shy tutor!heeseung who can’t stop thinking about you as you sleep during his first night over. he ends up moving his hips against your thigh. feeling his cock brush your upper thigh, using that to build to his release, so he can fall asleep partially satisfied. yet not fully because it wasn’t from you.
shy tutor!heeseung who now not only gives you a snack when you pass your exams, but he rewards you with his tongue. letting you ride his face with grown confidence. you taking control as his tongue works your pussy. with every grind of your hips, his nose brushes your clit at the perfect angle. “t—taste so good for me, angel,” as he pulls you down to sit on him better.
shy tutor!heeseung who now can not go without hearing your voice. his brain is filled with sounds of you whining, whimpering, and moaning. snapping back into reality mid lecture as he realizes he now has a huge erection. you might have broken him.
shy tutor!heeseung who no matter what makes sure you are comfortable. if you need anything, even something little, he’d go anywhere to get it for you, “just stay right there. don’t—don’t move. i got it, angel,” all he wants is for you to be tranquil.
you knew heeseung was the most irritable after work. actually, you knew this best because you were the one he'd take it out on.
"fuck," he says, slamming the door shut behind him, fingers already working to loosen his tie.
"hey. what's wrong?" he ignores your question completely, instead pushing past you to your shared room.
"just come. need you, baby."
you sighed, legs still sore from yesterday because his assistant printed a pitch presentation wrong. you followed him anyway. his tie was on the floor, shirt half unbuttoned as he paced the room, rubbing his temples.
"hee."
"i'm thinking."
you lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish conjuring up whatever thought he was so focused on. he looked hot – unfairly so. any second now he was going to-
"strip." you look up at the sound of his voice, the demanding tone all too familiar. you obeyed instantly. this was your favorite part of the night, after all. the part where you got to relieve his stress and he fucked you deep and raw in return.
now, you were left in nothing but your matching lace bra and panties. it was pale pink and heeseung's favorite set.
"mmm, you wore this for me, doll?" you nod, proud that he appreciated it. "cute."
he walked up to you and circled you slowly, eyeing you from head to toe at every angle. he stopped in front of you, hand wrapping around your waist and settling on the soft curve of your ass. the obvious tent in his slacks pressed against your bare thigh.
"you're perfect. this is exactly what i needed right now. my pretty girl." with that, you feel two taps on your shoulder, a silent command. like you'd done countless times before, you sunk to your knees in front of him.
he bit his lip, running his hands through your hair while he watched you unzip his trousers. "this fucking idiot in marketing can't do his job right," he maunders, "i don't know who hired him to be the head of the department." a hiss interrupts his rant when you free his dick from the constrains of fabric.
you stare up at him through your batting lashes, silently urging him to continue, even as you gave kitten licks to the sensitive and leaking tip. heeseung shudders.
"his campaign idea flopped with our clients," he grips your hair tighter, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail, "and he's skipped work twice just this week." you nod before taking him deeper into your mouth.
a groan slips from his lips at that. "shit.." he adjusts his grip on your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth. your throat closes around him, causing his head to loll back in pleasure. drool drips down the corners of your mouth and your fingers come up to fondle with his balls.
"hah–" he pants. in a flash, he disconnects himself from your mouth, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the bed. your back hit the soft sheets, bra askew just enough to reveal your nipple. he kneels between your spread legs, his cock – flushed and sticky with a combination of your saliva and his precum – brushes against your inner thigh.
once he catches glimpse of the sliver of skin that was no longer hidden behind your bra? he choked on his breath and immediately leaned down to connect his lips to the stiff peak. his tongue worked religiously, alternating between circling the bud with his wet muscle, sucking, or grazing his teeth against it.
your toes curl, jaw slack but devoid of any sweet sounds. you had grown to learn that when heeseung is stressed, he enjoyed the quiet. basically, you weren't allowed to moan or whine or speak, otherwise he wouldn't let you finish. it was maddening. maddening when all you could hear was him panting and groaning in your ear, telling you how amazing you feel and what a good girl you are for keeping quiet.
he hummed in satisfaction against your breast, patting your thigh twice as a silent praise, before switching and latching onto your other nipple. "yn, baby, can you imagine these beautiful tits full of milk, hm?" he says, voice muffled since he his face was practically buried in your chest, but you could feel the smirk on his face. "imagine you in some tight little shirt and they're leaking. fuck, i'm hard just at the thought. gonna make it come true. all fours for me, pretty."
he presses a final kiss right in between your breasts and sits up. you follow, holding yourself up with your arms, knees digging into the mattress. his fingers trace the lace lining of your bottoms, his palm rough against your smooth skin.
"take em off." your panties slide off with ease. you didn't even bother taking them off all the way, so they stayed hooked on one of your ankles. suddenly, a stinging smack lands square on your right asscheek. fighting the urge to whimper to stay loyal to his rules, your body's compromise is to turn your arms to jelly. your elbows buckle, sending you face first into the duvet.
heeseung, your evil boyfriend, laughs first and then helps you up. "ohhh, you're into that spanking stuff? noted." the grin on his lips was priceless. "should get a belt next time," he teases under his breath.
he presses your back down, forcing it into a deeper curve, and lines up against your entrance. you felt him – warm and heavy – just barely where you desperately needed him to be. without warning (because when did heeseung ever do those?), he slides in with a single thrust, bottoming out in a second. you couldn't help it this time, you let out a choked sound. his eyebrow quirks up fast.
"huh? what was that?" you freeze. shit. this is the part where the thought of anything but his own pleasure flys out his mind. "funny. i thought i heard something. might as well be begging to be used."
his hand comes down hard on you again, the slap loud enough to bounce off the walls. "be quiet. it's the one thing i ask of you," he huffs. "don't you see what i deal with everyday? my idiot employees? god, if i got to choose my life, i'd spend all day every day giving you my children. filling you up and making sure it takes. but i don't get do to that all day. so – fuck, yn – please cooperate here. take this shit." he accentuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips forward.
"please, yn-" he gasps when you clench particularly hard around him. he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein grazing your gummy walls before crashing back into you with incredible force. each thrust nudged your cervix. the pain was dizzying in the best way possible.
you're sure the crease between your eyebrows will become permanent from how hard they're knit together. your eyes haven't opened this entire time, too focused on his filthy words and the pleasure that's building up in your lower belly.
"gonna cum, baby? go ahead." you almost moan in relief. at least he's letting you climax. you reeeeally should've known there was a catch. your sopping pussy locks up around him, squeezing him in impossibly. instead of stopping, he kept going, delaying his own release for the sake of the show. you couldn't do this anymore. "fuck- heeseung!" you cry, the tears already brimming in your eyes.
he scoffed in disbelief. "you're getting way too comfortable." landing another smack on your cheek, still pounding you from behind, except now his hands slithers over to your front, drawing tight figures on your swollen clit. your moan could've woken up the whole house. he fights his smile by biting his lip and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. "you can give me one more."
his dick nudged your cervix exactly one more time before you squirted hard, liquid gushing out onto both your thighs. he lets a final whimper slip as he empties his thick load into you, body shuddering and cock softening up inside you. even then, he refused to pull out for a solid minute.
"this has to take. you have to get pregnant," he mutters, more to himself than you.
eventually, he parts from you. you turn onto your back to face him. there's a surprisingly soft smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you properly – a stark contrast to the roughness from seconds ago. when he pulls away, he sees his seed trickling out of you. his tongue clicks in annoyance and you notice his gaze darken.
"all wasted," he sighs. "now we need to go again."
an: heeseung x spanking x ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤 bye i need him bad
as a result of that night (and many nights before), heeseung had become obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. he couldn't even imagine it without getting uncomfortably hard in his pants.
every night when he ravished you, be it from pent up anger or pure need, the immense pleasure was nothing but a bonus to the real reward: getting to see you glowing and swollen with his child. he stopped letting you suck him off, making sure you're always on the receiving end of pleasure. he'd thrust fast, head thrown back and fingertips digging into your hips, eager to finish inside you, to grant even the slightest chance of him impregnating you.
he started hyperfixating on your tits, cheeks reddening just at the sight of you in a skimpy tank top or an old thin shirt that outlined your peaked nipples. he'd imagine them tender and full of milk, a physical sign of conception. he'd cough awkwardly before speed walking to the bathroom to shove his hand in his pants.
on a more pg note, heeseung had now started experiencing barely restrained cuteness aggression whenever there was a baby nearby. one time, he got a rare day off from work and you dragged him with you to the park – the park crawling with toddlers. every time he saw one waddling over to their parents, he had to will his eyes to not widen in awe.
point is: heeseung had a bad case of baby fever.
he genuinely thought you were oblivious to his whole.. predicament. but you had never been more sure of anything in your life. you noticed the pink cheeks, the tent in his sweats, the things he'd mutter during sex:
"make you a mama.."
"gonna fill you up so good.."
"fuck, please take this.."
you weren't stupid, and he wasn't very subtle either. it was endearing how the supposed 'scary boss' could be reduced to such a sap when it came to conceiving.
a week later, he'd just finished an especially long day at work, the fatigue clear on his face. for once, he wasn't in a rush to undress you and push you down on the bed. instead, he grabbed your wrist wordlessly and walked lazily to your shared bedroom. you waited, but he didn't give you any commands like he usually did.
"need you, baby." finally, something familiar. except there was no authority in his voice, just surrender. the gears shifted in your mind. lee heeseung.. wanted you to initiate this? oh, you were absolutely going to abuse this opportunity.
"strip," you say this time. he obeys without question, shrugging his blazer off and unbuttoning his shirt.
when he was bare from the waist up, your fingers grazed the fastening of his pants, toying with the zipper and grinding the bulge against the heel of your palm. he let out a shudder. you undid his belt, tossing it onto the floor where it landed with a metallic thump and slid his slacks down his legs.
he hummed, low and knowing. "i remember wanting to try something with that.." he says, eyeing the belt you just discarded. you knew that tone all too well. seems like your reign of dominance was short lived.
your clothes disappeared one by one, all but your panties, which he hastily shoved aside. he hissed and bit his lip at the sight of your glistening entrance.
"look at that.. gorgeous." he emphasized his words by running his middle finger along the slippery slit. "so fucking wet for me.." you try to rub against his finger, desperate for contact, but he pulls away with a chuckle. "wait, sweetheart."
with that, he kicks off his boxers and grabs the belt from the floor. "hands and knees, baby." you settle into the familiar position, quietly aware of what's coming. heeseung groans as his hand wraps around his dick, pumping himself a couple times. "you just tell me if it hurts, mkay?" you nod.
he glides his thumb over the beads of precum on his tip and spreads your legs before plunging in. you moan at the lack of prep but take it regardless. a few seconds later, there's a harsh sting on your ass, one much harder than just his palm. you whimper in both pain and pleasure, the dual sensation of his thrusts and the belt ecstatic.
when you show no signs of discomfort, he leans down – pressing his chest against your back – and kisses the spot under your ear. "taking it so well, taking me so well.. m'gonna give you my kids tonight. i promise." you nod mindlessly, your senses completely overwhelmed in the best ways.
he sits back up and grips your hips, pushing you back to match his erratic pace. heeseung's whispered curses are the only sound in the room besides the slapping of skin and the occasional creak of the bed. you bite your lip to stay quiet, hands clawing frantically at the sheets for some sort of grounding. his cock pressed against all the right spots inside you and you teetered closer to the edge with every passing second.
"hee.. gonna cum-" before the words finish leaving your mouth, his pace doubles in speed.
"me too, baby. m'so close." your eyes roll back, back arching as you finish with a borderline pornographic moan. his hips thrust a hoarse yelp is ripped from his throat as he spills his load deep inside you. both of you don't move, just panting against each other and coming down from your highs.
heeseung gives you a shallow thrust before pulling out completely and flopping down on the bed next to you. the belt lays forgotten as the foot of the bed as he pulls you against his chest, kissing you gently all over your face. "so perfect for me.. my perfect girl." almost like a habit, his hand rests on your lower stomach, unthinkingly rubbing the skin like he can already imagine the life blooming in there.
in a rare moment of vulnerability, he buries his face in your neck and mutters: "why aren't you pregnant yet..?" your eye twitches when his voice cracks. "i've been filling you up for weeks now.. just give me a baby, please."
your fingers tangle in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and kissing his hairline. "it will happen soon, baby. we can keep trying." he nods but it was almost unconvinced, like he already felt defeated.
it wasn't until a week later when you both realized how wrong he was.
you woke up on sunday morning feeling like absolute shit. extreme nausea and vomitting, a deep ache in your bones that didn't want to go away no matter what painkillers you took. of course, heeseung was there for you; holding your hair back as you crouched over the toilet, or running off to the pharmacy, but a part of him was silently praying that this was he thought it was.
he returned from the pharmacy ten minutes later, finding you right where he left you in the bathroom. he passed you some pills he bought and.. a pregnancy test. you looked up at him. "seriously? do you think..?" he nods.
"it's worth a shot." he steps out of the bathroom, giving you privacy to do the test. the door opens a couple minutes later, the stick laying on the counter. "results in three minutes," you whisper. while waiting, you quietly admit: "my period was due four days ago." his breath hitches right as the timer he set on his phone goes off.
two lines.
the tears filled in both your eyes before you could stop them – heeseung fell to his knees right in front of you, forehead resting against your stomach. he kissed the spot multiple times, muttering hushed thank yous.
and that's exactly how you ended up here: eight months pregnant with a heeseung that would rarely leave your side. the aforementioned side effects of baby fever he was suffering from had intensified tenfold. even in pregnancy, he still made sure you felt good.
he would spend hours going down on you, head buried between your thighs thanking you for the best gift he's received. even when you'd already cum three times and you begged him to stop, he stroke your hipbone, coaxing another orgasm from you while whispering: "one more. i know i can do it, baby." but it would never be just one more.
your body's curves became accentuated with the extra weight, only fueling his obsession with your tits. he'd come up behind you while cooking or washing dishes and cup the plush flesh in his hands. when he's going to bed? you know his hands will be on them by morning.
he took as many days off from work as possible (which was a lot considering he's his own boss) to stay at home with you, cooking for you, massaging you, or comforting you when you felt especially sick. honestly, you couldn't ask for a better partner.
and when it was all over? your little boy, heejae, was finally in your arms. albeit exhausting, the first few months were the best months of your lives. heeseung took a.. very extended paternity leave and was at home 24/7. he helped with the baby a ton, but he was a bit distracted at times.
"nngh- fuck! i could stay here forever.." he had successfully found a new target on your body – your breasts. the same ones that he worshipped before were now swollen, tender, and always leaking. god, it was even better in front of him that it was in his fantasies. currently, his face was shoved in your chest, sucking and toying with your engorged nipples, hand stroking himself furiously.
"mmmh, putting that baby in you was the best thing i've ever done, shit-!" his orgasm crashes over him hard, cum shooting onto your stomach with a throaty groan. you just bite your lip in response. recovering from his haze, he gives you that smug half smirk before collecting his release onto his fingers and shoving it into your mouth. when you part your lips to show him you swallowed, he rewards you with a series of gentle kisses.
"i love you so much," he murmurs.
"mm, love you too, hee."
when he wasn't busy getting off and remembered he actually had fatherly duties, he was pretty useful. he would clean up spilled food, bathe, and even change diapers. he made sure he was there for all the firsts: first steps, first words..
"yn! he just said dada!" when you rushed over, heeseung cooed for his boy to say it again. "heejae, say it again. daaaaa.. daaa.." he just babbled again before saying something that sounded dangerously close to mama. heeseung deadpans.
"no, i'm serious! he said it before." you laugh.
"whatever you say."
heejae was only six months old when heeseung decided he wanted more. one evening, after tucking heejae into his cot, heeseung found his hands roaming your breasts and stomach again, a habit he'd developed during your pregnancy.
"hm?" you hum, prompting him to explain the affection.
"nothin'. just think about how amazing heejae is. wouldn't kill to have another one, right?" as if trying to sway your answer in his direction, his lips found your neck, peppering little kisses and sucking light hickeys onto the skin that's been unmarked far too long.
you sigh. "he's not even a year old, hee."
he whines. "fuck, please. i need to fill you up again, please, baby," he begs.
you almost crack a smile while your fingers trace his face and trail down his chest. "maybe."
you see his eyes darken in a split second. he lunges forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
"let's make one more, then."
it was a long night.
an: i've tweaked 17 times today he did that backshots dance and his titties out?? like yes
──── in which ︵ months after the breakup, heeseung still knows exactly how to make you fall apart.
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you and heeseung haven't been together for months now, but it never really feels like it. not with the way he still shows up, still talks to you like you're his, still fucks you like he never lost you to begin with.
tonight was another one of those nights—some stupid argument over the phone that turned too loud too fast. you were in the middle of cussing him out when he hung up on you, and you hadn't even had time to scream at your phone before your front door creaked open fifteen minutes later and he walked in like he lived there.
you're curled up on the couch, blanket half-draped over your legs, scowl already carved into your face. god, you should've locked the door.
heeseung doesn't say anything at first, just strolls in and drops down beside you like this isn't a problem. you shoot him a glare and stand to finally go lock the door, annoyed and tense and hot with frustration. he stretches out on the couch behind you, all casual, like your silence isn't boiling.
"why are you here?" you ask over your shoulder, sharp and irritated as you make your way back toward the couch. he barely looks up, one arm draped over the back of the cushion. "to put'cha pretty ass in your place since you wan' argue so bad."
you don't even get the chance to roll your eyes before he's grabbing you, rough and smooth at the same time, pulling you into his lap like it's the most natural thing in the world. your back lands against his chest, his thighs warm beneath you, and before you can protest, heeseung adjusts his posture, settling you properly between his legs.
he pulls you flush against him and his arm slides around your torso, his left hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat. he tilts your head, just slightly, exposing the soft slope of your neck—and his mouth is on you before you can breathe out another insult. hot, slow kisses.
sharp, claiming sucks. his teeth scrape along your skin, dragging warmth straight down your spine, and you squirm without meaning to, your body already remembering what it means to be touched like this by him.
you hate him. you hate him you hate him.
but you can feel him hardening under you, feel the way your hips roll ever so slightly, already chasing that pressure. you let out a quiet, broken sound, barely audible, and he groans into your neck. "i hate you,” you whisper, spiteful and soft all at once.
he smirks against your skin, voice rumbling low. "yeah? hate me?" you nod without looking at him, stubborn. your body betrays you the second he speaks again. "why are you so soaked if you hate me then?"
his right hand slips under the waistband of your shorts like he owns the space there. he doesn't even need to ask. he finds you without effort—fingers sliding past your panties, right to where you're dripping for him, just from his voice, his mouth, his presence. he runs his fingers through the mess he's already made, circling your hole, coming back up to press lazy circles into your clit.
he hums. it's quiet, satisfied. he doesn't say anything else—just keeps touching you, slow and knowing, his other hand keeping your leg pinned up against your chest. you try to close your legs, try to twist away from the heat rising in your core, but he holds you in place.
"mm-mm, keep 'em open. and go ahead, tell me everything you hate about me, since you hate me so much." you swallow hard, breath shaky as you try to hold it together. his fingers are warm and familiar, slipping through your slick like it’s second nature.
"i… i hate the way you talk to me—like you own me." he curls his fingers deeper and you gasp, clinging to his forearm for balance. "and… fuck—i hate that you think you can just show up and—" his thumb drags over your clit and you break off, voice hitching. "f-fuck, heeseung—stop that—i'm talking—"
he chuckles behind you, smug and unbothered, and thrusts his fingers harder into you. your hips twitch and he groans softly, adjusting his hold to keep you where he wants you. "i hate… hate how you always make it about you—" you jolt in his lap, lips parting in a moan that you barely catch. "nngh—god, and the way you touch me like you know what i'm feeling—" his mouth grazes your ear, breath hot and heavy. "i don't—i don't even like you, hee—“
"nah," he breathes, his pace steady, unforgiving. "but you like this. you fuckin' need this." you're falling apart, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers drag out slow, only to push back in with that perfect rhythm that always fucks up your thoughts. his hand leaves the back of your thigh just long enough to press against your hips, forcing you to stop lifting up for more friction.
"you just can't stay fuckin' still, hm? go ahead, keep goin'. continue what you were sayin'." you whimper as he pulls his fingers out again, dragging them through your soaked slit, teasing your entrance before sliding them back in. you choke on a breath, hips stuttering in his lap.
"hate me all you want," he murmurs, lips pressed to your temple, "but i know this pussy doesn't. she's so greedy. suckin' my fuckin' fingers in." his voice is strained now, low and hoarse. you can feel him pulsing beneath you, hard and aching through his sweats. he’s rutting up into you slowly, like he can't help it.
the sounds coming from you aren't soft anymore—they're cracked, desperate, high and fast as you fall over the edge right there in his lap. your cunt clenches around his fingers, soaking his hand as your moans spill out helpless and broken.
he keeps going through it, slow now, coaxing it all out of you. when he finally pulls his fingers out, they glisten in the low light. he lifts them to your lips and you take them without thinking, tongue swirling around the mess he made of you. "you don't hate me, pretty girl," he says, mouth close to your jaw as you suck his fingers clean. "you hate that i know you."
you knew heeseung was the most irritable after work. actually, you knew this best because you were the one he'd take it out on.
"fuck," he says, slamming the door shut behind him, fingers already working to loosen his tie.
"hey. what's wrong?" he ignores your question completely, instead pushing past you to your shared room.
"just come. need you, baby."
you sighed, legs still sore from yesterday because his assistant printed a pitch presentation wrong. you followed him anyway. his tie was on the floor, shirt half unbuttoned as he paced the room, rubbing his temples.
"hee."
"i'm thinking."
you lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish conjuring up whatever thought he was so focused on. he looked hot – unfairly so. any second now he was going to-
"strip." you look up at the sound of his voice, the demanding tone all too familiar. you obeyed instantly. this was your favorite part of the night, after all. the part where you got to relieve his stress and he fucked you deep and raw in return.
now, you were left in nothing but your matching lace bra and panties. it was pale pink and heeseung's favorite set.
"mmm, you wore this for me, doll?" you nod, proud that he appreciated it. "cute."
he walked up to you and circled you slowly, eyeing you from head to toe at every angle. he stopped in front of you, hand wrapping around your waist and settling on the soft curve of your ass. the obvious tent in his slacks pressed against your bare thigh.
"you're perfect. this is exactly what i needed right now. my pretty girl." with that, you feel two taps on your shoulder, a silent command. like you'd done countless times before, you sunk to your knees in front of him.
he bit his lip, running his hands through your hair while he watched you unzip his trousers. "this fucking idiot in marketing can't do his job right," he maunders, "i don't know who hired him to be the head of the department." a hiss interrupts his rant when you free his dick from the constrains of fabric.
you stare up at him through your batting lashes, silently urging him to continue, even as you gave kitten licks to the sensitive and leaking tip. heeseung shudders.
"his campaign idea flopped with our clients," he grips your hair tighter, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail, "and he's skipped work twice just this week." you nod before taking him deeper into your mouth.
a groan slips from his lips at that. "shit.." he adjusts his grip on your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth. your throat closes around him, causing his head to loll back in pleasure. drool drips down the corners of your mouth and your fingers come up to fondle with his balls.
"hah–" he pants. in a flash, he disconnects himself from your mouth, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the bed. your back hit the soft sheets, bra askew just enough to reveal your nipple. he kneels between your spread legs, his cock – flushed and sticky with a combination of your saliva and his precum – brushes against your inner thigh.
once he catches glimpse of the sliver of skin that was no longer hidden behind your bra? he choked on his breath and immediately leaned down to connect his lips to the stiff peak. his tongue worked religiously, alternating between circling the bud with his wet muscle, sucking, or grazing his teeth against it.
your toes curl, jaw slack but devoid of any sweet sounds. you had grown to learn that when heeseung is stressed, he enjoyed the quiet. basically, you weren't allowed to moan or whine or speak, otherwise he wouldn't let you finish. it was maddening. maddening when all you could hear was him panting and groaning in your ear, telling you how amazing you feel and what a good girl you are for keeping quiet.
he hummed in satisfaction against your breast, patting your thigh twice as a silent praise, before switching and latching onto your other nipple. "yn, baby, can you imagine these beautiful tits full of milk, hm?" he says, voice muffled since he his face was practically buried in your chest, but you could feel the smirk on his face. "imagine you in some tight little shirt and they're leaking. fuck, i'm hard just at the thought. gonna make it come true. all fours for me, pretty."
he presses a final kiss right in between your breasts and sits up. you follow, holding yourself up with your arms, knees digging into the mattress. his fingers trace the lace lining of your bottoms, his palm rough against your smooth skin.
"take em off." your panties slide off with ease. you didn't even bother taking them off all the way, so they stayed hooked on one of your ankles. suddenly, a stinging smack lands square on your right asscheek. fighting the urge to whimper to stay loyal to his rules, your body's compromise is to turn your arms to jelly. your elbows buckle, sending you face first into the duvet.
heeseung, your evil boyfriend, laughs first and then helps you up. "ohhh, you're into that spanking stuff? noted." the grin on his lips was priceless. "should get a belt next time," he teases under his breath.
he presses your back down, forcing it into a deeper curve, and lines up against your entrance. you felt him – warm and heavy – just barely where you desperately needed him to be. without warning (because when did heeseung ever do those?), he slides in with a single thrust, bottoming out in a second. you couldn't help it this time, you let out a choked sound. his eyebrow quirks up fast.
"huh? what was that?" you freeze. shit. this is the part where the thought of anything but his own pleasure flys out his mind. "funny. i thought i heard something. might as well be begging to be used."
his hand comes down hard on you again, the slap loud enough to bounce of the walls. "be quiet. it's the one thing i ask of you," he huffs. "don't you see what i deal with everyday? my idiot employees? god, if i got to choose my life, i'd spend all day every day giving you my children. filling you up and making sure it takes. but i don't get do to that all day. so – fuck, yn – please cooperate here. take this shit." he accentuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips forward.
"please, yn-" he gasps when you clench particularly hard around him. he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein grazing your gummy walls before crashing back into you with incredible force. each thrust nudged your cervix. the pain was dizzying in the best way possible.
you're sure the crease between your eyebrows will become permanent from how hard they're knit together. your eyes haven't opened this entire time, too focused on his filthy words and the pleasure that's building up in your lower belly.
"gonna cum, baby? go ahead." you almost moan in relief. at least he's letting you climax. you reeeeally should've known there was a catch. your sopping pussy locks up around him, squeezing him in impossibly. instead of stopping, he kept going, delaying his own release for the sake of the show. you couldn't do this anymore. "fuck- heeseung!" you cry, the tears already brimming in your eye.
he scoffed in disbelief. "you're getting way too comfortable." landing another smack on your cheek, still pounding you from behind, except now his hands slithers over to your front, drawing tight figures on your swollen clit. your moan could've woken up the whole house. he fights his smile by biting his lip and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. "you can give me one more."
his dick nudged your cervix exactly one more time before you squirted hard, liquid gushing out onto both your thighs. he lets a final whimper slip as he empties his thick load into you, body shuddering and cock softening up inside you. even then, he refused to pull out for a solid minute.
"this has to take. you have to get pregnant," he mutters, more to himself than you.
eventually, he parts from you. you turn onto your back to face him. there's a surprisingly soft smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you properly – a stark contrast to the roughness from seconds ago. when he pulls away, he sees his seed trickling out of you. his tongue clicks in annoyance and you notice his gaze darken.
"all wasted," he sighs. "now we need to go again."
an: heeseung x spanking x ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤 bye i need him bad
You can't take the way he isn’t even looking at you.
You keep calling his name but he doesn’t even look up. He won’t even spare you a single glance.
“Heeseung” you whine.
“Heeseung. Please” you beg.
He doesn’t reply, partly because he’s too focused. Partly because he doesn’t know what you could possibly want more.
“Heeseung” you whine, tears threatening to fall.
You need him close, you need his attention.
He just thinks you want more and spreads your thighs further apart as he licks and sucks at your pussy.
“Heeseung!” you whine again and tug on his hair, wanting his attention.
He presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling back.
“Mh? What’s wrong? “ his lips glisten with your juices.
“I need you close” your voice shakes.
His brows furrow for a second before pulling himself up so he’s on top of you.
He immediately coos at the sight of you, tears spilling from your eyes, cheeks flushed, messy hair and your hand crumpling the sheets next to you.
Firstly, he grabs your hand and kisses it before pinning it next to your head.
“You need me close?” he repeats as he kisses you gently.
He doesn’t wipe your tears as they give him a weird sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.
You nod as you look into his eyes, trying to memorize every part of him.
He kisses your neck and smirks to himself.
He loooves how vulnerable you get during sex. Like you physically need this closeness to feel full and loved by him. Maybe it’s fucked up, maybe it’s unhealthy, but that wouldn’t be a first in your relationship.
He gives his already hard cock a few strokes before lining it with your hole.
You're so wet and ready for him, already clenching like you’re trying to suck him in.
“Fuck-” he groans as he sinks into you.
You whimper, slightly oversensitive considering how long his face was between your thighs earlier.
He grabs your calves and lifts them so your thighs are squished against your chest and he can go deeper.
You immediately moan “oh my god” as you arch slightly, your arms going around his neck.
He buries his face in your neck and starts thrusting, fast and powerful.
You whimper and dig your nails into his neck.
He groans, but doesn’t get mad, knowing you’re feeling extremely sensitive right now.
“I know baby, I know,”
“C-closer” you beg, needing him to invade every part of your body, your mind, your soul.
He grunts as he plunges deeper into you. “Baby I don’t think I can get closer than this.”
You whimper and more tears fall. You sniffle “I c-can’t,”
He pulls back to look at you and chuckles.
“You’re so sensitive, baby. C’mon don’t cry.” he presses kisses all over your face as his thrusts slow down.
You sniffle and he looks at you.
He wraps your legs around him so his pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, then he wraps one arm around your waist and leans down so your chests are touching.
He starts moving again, slower. Each powerful thrust sending shocks to your brain, making it feel all fuzzy and warm. He doesn’t stop looking at you as he watches your brows arch and your mouth fall open.
He feels you claw at his shoulders and just continues his slow, deliberate thrusts that knock the air from your chest.
“Better? Hm?”
You can’t possibly reply. You just roll your eyes back and arch into his chest.
“So fuckin’ needy. Do you get it now when I say no one else can handle you? Hm?”
You whimper, more tears falling from your eyes and into the mattress beneath you.
“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck. “Just means you're mine.”
“Heeseung-” you try to warn him you’re close but he interrupts you.
“I know. You’re- fuck- squeezing me so tight baby.”
He feels your grip on his biceps tighten and your legs lock in around him.
“Cmon hold on a little longer,” he smirks, basically pulling out until only the tip is in.
Poor y/n. Still getting teased, even when you’re crying, sweating, begging him for more.
Your head lolls to the side, letting more tears roll down your face.
He loves that.
“Look at me y/n,” his voice is soft,even though his actions speak way louder.
His actions being the way his dick is barely still inside you and he’s completely neglecting your pleasure.
You don’t turn your head and you cross your arms as well, giving him the full brat treatment.
“Seriously, baby?” his thumb goes to lazily rub your clit, making you clench around him.
He pushes back in slightly and your head tilts back.
“You were being so good. So communicative.” He leans in to suck a fresh hickey on your exposed skin.
You whine but don’t dare to push him away.
You try to roll your hips, attempting to get a sliver of pleasure from his firm thumb pressing against your clit and his cock half-inside your pussy.
He immediately pins them down.
“Y/n,” he warns.
Your arms go from crossed to covering your face.
He can barely see if you’re crying but hears the familiar sniffles and whimpers of all the other times he was in this situation.
“Cmon don’t do that now-” he tries to pull them away but you shake your head.
He sighs and smooths his thumb over your wrist, right under where your palm is covering your eyes.
“Baby. C’mon,” he repeats, stuck between "I took it too far” and “she’s a dramatic brat”.
He sinks back inside you, finally, pitying you.
He starts picking his pace up again, thrusting shallowly but rubbing circles on your clit.
It really isn’t hard to gain his compassion.
You’re feeling good again and your arms fall back above your head.
When you meet his gaze it isn’t warm. But not cold either.
He’s just...watching you.
The smudged black streaks of mascara falling down your face and your red, teary big eyes staring up at him like you’d do anything for him.
He plunges himself deep inside and you cry out.
He knows he should be going easier on you right now, but he just can’t resist when you fall apart around him.
In between your breathy moans, he buries his face in your neck and you swear you can hear him groan as you clench around him.
He presses soft kisses there as his dick slides in and out of your puffy pussy.
“You’re so pretty when you cry.”
That makes your legs tighten around him and pull him deeper.
You moan and let out a soft “‘m so close” in his ear.
He doesn’t stop this time.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.
“That’s it. Cmon. Let go for me.”
It’s like his words have the magical effect of controlling what your body does, cutting yourself from the decision.
You feel like an elastic snap in your stomach and throw your head back as you call his name, repeatedly.
“I know, I know, fuck-” he speeds up, using your pussy as his personal fleshlight as he feels his own orgasm arrive too.
You whine as you look up at him.
All you want right now, in your post-orgasm blissful haze is to see him cum too.
You tug on his hair. “Please baby,”
That has him groaning as he bottoms out inside you with a final thrust, filling you up.
“Oh God,” he basically moans in your ear as his dick spills more cum inside you.
“Fuck-” he thrusts a few more times before basically falling on top of you, finally making you feel that closeness you were asking for in the beginning.
You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.
When he pulls back he grabs a tissue on the nightstand and admires the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy, before cleaning it all up.
“You okay?” he asks after giving you a soft kiss on the lips.
You nod and look up at him as he smudges the mascara stains under your eyes.
“Sorry I cried,” you chuckle.
He chuckles back. “I didn’t mind. As long as you don’t shut me out.”
In fact, he loved it. Loved it so much he was already planning on how to tease so much you’d be crying in his arms. But that was for next time.
You nod as you play with his hair absentmindedly, unaware of his evil plan.
IN WHICH:.. with packed schedules and endless demands pulling him left and right, your famous boyfriend lee heeseung somehow forgets to answer your texts and call you back. seven missed calls later, you're left scrolling through your feed, watching strangers gush about interactions you've spent all day wishing you had. the jealousy claws at your chest and you realize you can't take it anymore.
You look up from your phone, the soft ticking of the clock finally pulling your attention away from the screen.
2:24 AM.
It's after midnight.
Your phone gripped tight in your hand as you glare at the unanswered texts. It's been hours of silence from Heeseung. A sigh slips past your lips and you sink further into the couch, annoyance settling heavy in your chest. How many nights had you craved his attention? Only to be sidelined by his ever increasing schedules.
This was the third time this week.
The third time Heeseung had left before sunrise, only for you to wake up to the empty side of the bed beside you, already cold from his absence.
Usually, there was something…
A quiet goodbye whispered against your temple, a gentle kiss pressed to your lips while he thought you were still asleep, a text waiting for you when you woke up.
Anything. Literally anything…
But today there was nothing.
No whispered farewell, no messages throughout the day, no missed calls. Nothing but an empty bed and a silence that seemed to stretch on for hours. You glance at your phone again, a frown settling on your lips, still no response.
The messages you'd sent nearly five hours ago remained unread. You hate the way your stomach twists. Heeseung wasn't a cruel lover, if anything, he loved too much. He was thoughtful in ways that constantly caught you off guard. A romantic at heart.
The type to leave handwritten notes in places he knew you'd stumble across days later, just to make you smile. Despite the cameras and the constant attention that followed him everywhere, he always found ways to take you on dates, unconventional ones at that. Faraway picnics, late night drives, scavenger hunts that led to places you'd mentioned wanting to visit months ago.
He loved surprises, random gifts for no reason other than the fact that something reminded him of you. He remembered passing comments you'd made and tucked them away somewhere in that ridiculous mind of his, only to show up weeks or even months later with the exact thing you'd forgotten you'd wanted.
The type to stare. God, he stared…
Sometimes you'd catch him looking at you from across the room, his chin resting in his palm, eyes soft and unfocused like he was lost somewhere in his own head. And when you'd ask what he was looking at, he'd only smile and shake his head.
He always needed some part of you within reach. A hand fidgeting with your hair, when you curled up beside him. His fingers hooked through the sleeve of your sweater. Your leg thrown over his while you watched your favorite show.
Even now, half of his clothes occupied your side of the closet because he'd absentmindedly left them there and never bothered moving them back. And dear God, you had never felt the way you do with him with anyone else before.
The way he would wake you up in the middle of the night just so he could pull down your shorts, lift a leg over his shoulder and hold your gaze while he devoured you until your fingers were tangled tight in his hair, your breaths shaky and the desperation evident in your voice as you begged him to fuck you.
That was the problem.
Cruelty would've been easier to understand. Instead, he drifted.
Days blurred together for him lately. Conversations were postponed until later. Plans became maybes. Simple things such as returning a text, making a call, somehow slipped through the cracks. You told yourself he was tired. Busy. Overworked. Yet the excuses felt thinner every time you repeated them.
Suddenly the lock clicks and your head snaps toward the front door. A second later, it opens up and there he is. For a moment, he just stands there. Hair messy, eyes tired, and his shoulders visibly sag the second he steps inside. Like simply making it home had taken the last of his energy. His gaze drifts across the apartment before finally landing on you.
And something flickers across his face.
Guilt.
"y/n." his voice comes out rough. "You still up?" The words struggle to leave him as you stare up at him, a dozen different responses crowding your throat. Instead, the only thing that comes out is "you forgot" You watch as the guilt in his eyes deepens. And his brows knit together.
Only then does he pull his phone from his pocket. You watch the exact moment realization hits him as his eyes scan the screen, taking in the unread messages, the missed calls, the time. His expression tightens and he lets his head fall back with a quiet sigh. "Shit." the curse slips out under his breath. And somehow that makes you even angrier.
Because he forgot. How could he just forget? “Babe, I-” "Hee..." You cut him off, your voice coming out softer than you'd intended as all the exhaustion bleeds through your frustration. "Do you know how worried I was?" You shake your head before he can answer. "You can't keep doing this. Do you know how it feels sitting here for hours, completely unable to reach you? Not knowing if you're okay, if you've eaten..." a humorless laugh escapes you. "It's driving me insane."
He doesn't interrupt you, doesn't rush to defend himself or offer some half-hearted excuse. He just stands there, shoulders slumped beneath the weight of your words, staring down at the floor as guilt settles across his features.
"I know, baby" he says quietly. "No, I don't think you do" your throat tightens. "Because if you did, you would've called, or texted, or done literally anything, especially with how crazy your job is." His jaw flexes. For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something, but whatever it is dies down before it reaches his lips. "I was going to," he finally admits. "Every time I picked up my phone, I thought I'd text you in a minute. Then something came up, and I kept putting it off."
The confession only makes your chest ache more because it sounds exactly like him. He always assumes there will be more time. More time to call, more time to explain, more time to make it right…until suddenly there isn't.
His eyes finally lift to meet yours, and the guilt there is enough to make your anger waver. "I'm sorry," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I really am.” The apology hangs between you, but this time it doesn't soften the ache in your chest. You stare at him for a long moment before looking away, suddenly finding the floor far more interesting than the guilt written all over his face.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Heeseung." His expression immediately falls, but you continue before he has the chance to respond. "I spent the entire day worried sick. I called you seven times." A bitter laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Seven…and the whole time I kept telling myself you probably got caught up with work or maybe your phone died." your throat tightens.
"But then I'd open social media and there you'd be." His brows raise ever so slightly. "I saw clips from your fan accounts, pictures from earlier today, even asked your staff to speak with you but got turned away. I had to look at your fan accounts posting where you were and what you were doing just to make sure that you were okay." you let out another humorless laugh.
"Do you know how insane that feels? Sitting here wondering if you're okay while strangers somehow know more about your day than I do." something shifts in his expression. "I had to find out you were okay through other people..." the room falls silent as the enormity of your words sink in.
Immediately, you regret saying it, not because it isn't true, but because it is, and judging by the look on his face, he knows it too. "You know I don't care that you're busy," you continue, your voice quieter now. "I knew what I was getting into when we got together. I knew there'd be schedules and tours and interviews, I knew there'd be days where I barely saw you…that's never been the problem."
Your eyes burn as you force yourself to meet his gaze. "What I didn't expect was feeling like everyone gets access to you before I do." His eyes drop to the floor. “I wasn't asking for a three hour phone call, I wasn't asking for some elaborate date or grand gesture, I would've been happy with a text, Heeseung. Just one text letting me know you were okay."
For the first time all evening, you can see him understanding that this isn't really about tonight. It's about every time he's looked at a notification and thought he'd answer later. All the times he's promised himself he'd call when things settled down, convinced there would always be more time.
"I kept meaning to answer," his admission is quiet and helpless. "I really did” his shoulders slump. "Saw the messages, the missed calls too." He runs a tired hand through his hair before letting it fall back to his side. You close your eyes. Of course he did because that was always the answer, he kept choosing later.
Later, when he had a second, later when he finished this one thing, maybe when he was away from all his demanding fans. Until suddenly it was after midnight and you were sitting alone on the couch wondering why the entire world gets to have your boyfriend before you do. Your eyes burn as you force yourself to continue.
"I know your job is demanding. I know people need things from you constantly. Your crew, your managers, your fans. I understand that. I've always understood that." You swallow around the lump in your throat. "I just..." you exhale sharply, dragging a hand across your face. "I don't know how many more times I can have this conversation.” The words hang heavily between you.
When you finally look at him again, he's already watching you, his eyes filled with something that looks dangerously close to panic. "Do you know how humiliating it feels having to check fan accounts just to make sure my boyfriend is okay? Watching strangers post updates about where you are while I'm sitting here wondering if something happened to you?" You shake your head. "I shouldn't have to do that."
His gaze immediately drops. "You're right." His voice is rough. "You're right," he repeats quietly. "You shouldn't." You stare at him, no excuses coming from him but somehow that hurts too…because if he knows you're right, then why does it keep happening?
Heeseung seems to realize exactly where your thoughts have gone because his shoulders sag even further. "I don't have a good excuse," he admits. "I wish I did." He sounds extremely tired, not only physically, but emotionally. Like he's disappointed in himself too. The apartment falls quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock that had been mocking you all evening.
You stare at him, taking in the dark circles beginning to form beneath his eyes and the way he's still standing by the door as though he hasn't quite earned the right to come any closer.
"Did you eat?" you ask finally. The question seems to catch him off guard. "What?"
"You heard me" A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips despite himself. "Yeah”
"You sure?" He nods making you narrow your eyes. "An actual meal?"
“Yes” his smile grows slightly. You raise a brow suspectingly, "Something that wasn't coffee?" A quiet laugh escapes him. "Yes" For the first time all night, the tension eases, just a little. You hate how easy it is. How one stupid laugh can make your anger crack around the edges.
Heeseung notices too, of course he does. He's always been annoyingly good at reading you. Slowly, cautiously, he takes a few steps forward and you don't stop him. By the time he reaches the couch, he's close enough that you can see the exhaustion written across every inch of his face. For a moment, neither of you say anything, he just stands there, looking down at you with that same guilty expression that's been etched onto his features since he walked through the door. You hate how tired he looks…how easily your concern always manages to worm its way through your frustration.
His gaze drops briefly to your hands before flickering back up to your face. And the movement is so quick you almost miss it, almost. A breath leaves you through your nose when you catch him eyeing your wrist. "Don't." you deadpan. "I didn't do anything." his lips twitch. "You were thinking about it." "Thinking about what?" You level him with a look and his smile grows. "You are unbelievable." You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrays you and the tiny smile is all the invitation he needs.
Before you can stop him, he lowers himself onto the couch beside you, careful to leave a few inches of space between you both and the distance is almost comical considering how attached and handsy he usually is. You glance at him but he's staring straight ahead…very intentionally. As though he's trying to convince you he isn't currently fighting the urge to throw himself into your arms. The realization makes something warm unfurl in your chest and you turn to face him.
"You can stop looking like a kicked puppy" you watch him. "I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs. "Heeseung, i'm serious." You're met with the least convincing expression you've ever seen. A laugh slips out before you can stop it and the relief on his face is immediate. It softens something in him, his shoulders relax, the tension leaves his jaw. For the first time since he'd walked through the door, he looks like he can breathe again. Slowly, cautiously, he reaches for your hand, not grabbing it but just resting his fingers against yours, giving you every opportunity to pull away.
When you don't, his thumb brushes over your knuckles once, twice, a familiar gesture. One he's probably done thousands of times without realizing it. "I'm really sorry, baby." You stare down at your intertwined hands and sigh. "I know." And you do. You know he loves you, sometimes you think he loves you so much that he assumes you'll always be there to tolerate it silently, waiting patiently while he sorts everything else out first.
It's a terrible habit. One he needs to break. But you can't help the way your heart melts at the sight of him looking so at ease. “Wanna cuddle?” you shoot out the question and it catches him off guard. For a second, Heeseung just blinks at you as if he isn't entirely convinced he heard you correctly. The surprise on his face would be funny if you weren't half as annoyed anymore.
"Really?"
A laugh escapes you despite yourself. "Don't make me take it back." The look of relief that washes over him is almost immediate. Then he reaches for your hand, not cautiously this time, just naturally. Like he's been wanting to do it ever since he walked in. His fingers intertwine with yours and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, tired but genuine.
"Come here." You barely have time to process the words before he's gently tugging you toward him. Before you can say anything else, one of his arms slips around your waist while the other hooks beneath your knees making your eyes widen. "Heeseung-"
"What?" He looks down at you, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Put me down." Instead of listening, he simply adjusts his hold on you and starts making his way toward the bedroom. "No”
"You're ridiculous" You roll your eyes. "And yet you still like me" You roll your eyes again but your arms find their way around his neck anyway. The apartment is quiet and the moonlight shines through the glass windows as he carries you down the hallway, his steps slow and relaxed. Even now, after the argument, after the guilt and the apologies and the hurt feelings, he still gravitates toward you as naturally as breathing.
By the time he nudges the bedroom door open with his foot, you're no longer fighting the smile threatening to pull at your lips. The second he reaches the bed, he carefully lowers you onto the mattress before climbing over you. "You're so annoying." A sleepy grin spreads across his face. "And yet here you are."
His hands settle on either side of your head as he looks down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. Up close, you can see just how exhausted he is, the faint shadows beneath his eyes making your chest tighten despite yourself. "I've been sitting on a couch stressing over you for seven hours. You should be glad I haven't leaked your baby pictures yet."
"Exactly why I need to take care of you tonight." Before you can roll your eyes, he presses a quick kiss against your jaw. The smile threatening your lips is impossible to suppress. His expression softens the second he catches it, like he'd been waiting for it all night. For a moment, neither of you say anything. He simply looks at you, his gaze moving lazily across your features as though he's trying to memorize them all over again.
There he goes, staring. "Stop."
"What?" he asks, already smirking. "The staring" A quiet laugh escapes him as you smack his shoulder. "I'm looking at my girlfriend"
"You always do this"
"Do what?" he grins. "Look at me like that" His brows lift innocently, "Like what?" You groan and cover your face with your hands, earning another laugh from him. A moment later, his fingers curl around your wrists and gently pull your hands away. "You know," he murmurs, thumbs brushing absentmindedly across your skin, “I better make it up to you since you're threatening my life."
"I wasn't threatening your life"
"You were definitely threatening my life."
"I said I was going to expose your baby pictures” you smirk. "Exactly" he winces. A laugh escapes you as you attempt to shove him off of you again but he simply smirks, grabbing your wrists before easily pinning your hands on either side of your head.
You realize what he's doing and you feel the blood rushing to your face. “I have a lot to make up for” he whispers against your ear, causing a shudder to roll through your body. His lips trail down your neck as his knee pushes in between your legs, pressing hard against your core. He kisses his way to your chest, his mouth hot and desperate against your skin. You grind down on his knee just enough that he presses harder and the electric feelings spreads through your veins, your legs trembling helplessly.
He pushes harder and a sharp gasp escapes you, your back arching off the bed. Heeseung pulls back to look down at you, his eyes drag up your legs, settling in between them and he watches for a second. Watches how you press your eyes shut, breath shaky as you grind down on his knee, a wet spot beginning to form on the fabric of his pants. At this point you didn’t even care anymore, you needed to come. After hours of feeling so neglected, you needed a release.
He watches you breathlessly, completely mesmerized as the days and weeks of frustration reflected in your efforts. He moves his knee slightly, pulling out a tortured moan from you and it makes him snap. He doesn’t waste any more time with modesty, tugging at your clothes until he can press his hot, wet mouth directly against your skin. He sucks your nipple hard, his tongue swirling around the peak.
“I've been neglecting you baby, haven't I?” You didn't have time to answer before he reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off with a single, sharp tug. He tosses the lace aside, no longer of any interest to him as his gaze falls to the heat radiating from between your thighs. You suddenly feel more hyperaware, your blood burning with want, and the sound of your heart thrumming in your ears.
“I've got to taste you” he says, more to himself and suddenly you're being jerked towards the edge of the bed, where he drops to his knees and his head disappears in between your legs. “Hee- w-wait!” your words are suddenly lost as you let out a loud, broken moan, your head falling back against the cushions. “Oh my- f-fuck” his lips close around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. Goosebumps break out over your skin, your breaths turning erratic as he looks up at you, his dark gaze nearly tipping you over the edge.
You shudder underneath the touch of his tongue, climbing higher and higher with every slow lap he takes, his tongue slipping into you before gliding over your clit. Your moans echo across the room, causing him to multiply his efforts until your thighs are shaking around his head “Heeseung I-I can't it's too…it's too much” He ignores you, holding you in place as he takes his time licking you, quiet groans leaving his throat like he's doing this for his own pleasure rather than yours.
He swirls his tongue over your clit again, you writhe, mind completely gone, vision hazy, and nails finding purchase in his hair, gripping tight, but even so, he doesn't falter. Your whimpers get louder as Heeseung begins to thrust his tongue inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and the telltale sparks of an orgasm flutter through you. “Hee…I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum” you gasp, writhing uncontrollably as he presses you down, holding you still and forcing you to feel everything he has to offer.
He sucks your clit into his mouth before releasing it with a loud pop, “Hold it” it isn't a request, not a suggestion either. His eyes meet yours for a split second, your juices running down his chin, the unhinged look burning wild behind his dark lidded eyes before his arms wrap around your thighs, lifting them off his shoulders and pushing them back until your knees are by your ears and your gaping hole is leaking your juices down your ass and onto the sheets. “Fuck…” he curses, his gaze unfocused as he watches you spill for him.
“Hee…please, please no more” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure rolls through your every nerve. You feel so sensitive as if even the slightest breeze can set you off. You're still caught up on focusing your attention onto anything and everything else as you teeter on the precipice. His heavy gaze already riding you on the edge, and you don't notice his closeness until you feel the hot sweep of his tongue again, his nose brushing against your clit with every lick.
A loud gasp escapes you and then the moans and cries that leave your lips are no longer under your control, you don't even realize how loud you're being until he lazily presses a hand over your mouth, the salty tears running down your face drip down your cheeks and onto your your nipple, leaving you even more sensitive.
He starts French kissing your pussy, the wet sounds pulling out a scream from you, “Hee- s-stop” The feeling is instantaneous, you sense your ruin and you don't know if you can handle it, panic overtakes your senses, you gasp, your hands clawing at the sheets as you try to escape his touch, the hands around your thighs only pulling you back and forcing you to feel. “You can take it baby, c'mon give it to me,” he murmurs in between his licks, your fingers dig into your hair, helpless and shaking as you cry out, hands clawing at your scalp.
The tension builds and builds, his tongue never falters, his gaze burning into you as your mouth falls into an “o” and suddenly you're falling, you're falling hard, you're crashing.
Lights burst behind your eyes, the sweetest venom ignites through your veins and a warm stream builds at your core and then your body is no longer yours, you arch into his mouth and explode, cold air prickles your skin and you feel a warm liquid spray against your thighs as you scream his name. “Shit, Fuck…Fuck that's it” he slips two fingers into you, pressing and probing until he hits your sweet spot, making your eyes widen and you cry out helplessly as he drags on your orgasm, lapping at your juices, he doesn't let up until the evidence of your arousal is coating his lips and dripping down his chin.
You pant heavily, still coming down from your high but reality sets in and you feel the blood rushing into your face as you begin to pull out of his grip. Heeseung's gaze darkens, and he leaves one more kiss on your pelvis before climbing over you. “That was fantastic” he has a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he grins down at your embarrassed face. His gaze is lazy and dark as it trails down your body again before lifting up to meet your gaze.
“Can I fuck you?” He asks before he kisses you, softly tugging at your bottom lip. “You just had your tongue inside me, I think you've got the order wrong” you laugh breathlessly while he smiles against your neck. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. “How about? I fuck you” you whisper in his ear, you see the surprise on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly before he laughs underneath his breath and flips you over till he's leaning back against the headboard and you're straddling him.
Heeseung looks up at you, curious eyes and the impatience in his breaths. You feel him tense up when your hands slide underneath his shirt, tugging at the hem teasingly. He pulls it over his head swiftly, his eyes never leaving your own as you lean forward, pressing your lips against his throat, his hands feel around your body and you feel the disturbance between your legs, grinding your hips down on him, the pressure so delicious against your clit as electric currents zap through your body with each of your movements.
Heeseung looks up at you, completely mesmerized, the sound of his breathing growing louder as he watches your movements. You place your hands onto his toned shoulders and almost immediately he tenses up, feeling your fingers trail down his chest before settling at his navel. “You're driving me crazy” his dark lidded eyes lock onto yours, a smile etching its way onto your lips while you tug at the waistband of his pants.
He reaches out for you but you push him away. “I want you inside me” you tug them down gently. He closes his eyes, his jaw tightening while you wrap your hands around his length, lips pressed against his ear and he watches you eagerly as you rub the head of his dick against your folds, already hard and leaking with precum before you sink down on him, using his chest for leverage. Heeseung lets out a hiss, your walls clamping down on him and it takes everything he has in him not to roll you over and pound into you until the only thing left in your brain and coming out your lips is him.
A shudder rolls through you, a breathless sigh escaping your lips as you begin to rock against him. No matter how many times you had sex with him, you had never fully gotten used to his size. He was so big and you always felt so full, consumed and complete. The delicious ache gives way to sweet pleasure and in this position you’re pretty sure you can feel him in your bones.
No longer able to control himself, he grips onto your hips guiding you into perfect rhythm as a loud moan climbs up your throat. “Hee- f-fuck you're so deep” wetness gushes in between your legs, his lips latch onto your nipple while his fingers find their way down to your clit, rubbing slow and torturous circles until your thighs are shaking and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
“Baby you're making a mess” he groans into your neck, trailing his lips down your throat. Your head falls back, arms clinging onto him and the feeling is almost instantaneous. Your orgasm crashes into you, waves and waves of pleasure washing through every nerve ending of your body, your rhythm falters as you clench around him, the cries leaving your lips are swallowed by his kiss and before you know it he gently grabs onto your waist, never pulling out and turns you over till you're trapped beneath him.
Your response is a whimper, arching off the bed as you push against his chest. The new position fucks with your senses, he's so deep, too fucking deep that you can feel him pulsing inside you, the sweetest sensations pooling in your lower belly again. He lays on top of you, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his dark gaze searches your face. “Hee i-i can't- so d-deep-” his lips press against yours before you can finish and he starts moving again.
He fucks you hard. Fast. The headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust, his lazy eyes fixated on you as he increases his speed. One leg slung over his shoulder, and it somehow seats him even deeper inside you. “You're so fucking wet” his gaze locks down on where you're joined, his dick pumping hard and fast into you as you leak around him, no longer able to control the tears streaming down your face. Heeseung grabs your other leg, lifting it over his shoulder as he doubles his efforts, his lips press against yours, growling against your kiss when you clench harder. His sweet scent floods into your brain, overwhelming and heightening your senses.
“Such a needy girl” one of his hands finds their way around your neck, his fingers wrapping tight around your throat while the other stays firm against your hip. “You get all jealous and bothered when I'm away from you, huh?” your nails dig into his back as you scream his name. “You just want me all to yourself, don't you?”
“s-shut up” your eyes roll into the back of your head when he hits that spot again.
“you take it so good”
“such a good fucking girl”
“Look at how you spill for me” Heeseung has such a filthy mouth and it shows even more in bed, dirty words spilling past his lips all crude and commanding as he draws another moan from you, his thumb finds your clit again and before you know it you're coming around him, it's intense and violent, sending you arching into him as a scream rips out of your throat.
He grips your hips bruisingly tight, pinning you down into the mattress, fingers tight around your throat as your mind drifts and your arms fall limp. His jaw tightens, never once looking away from you as you're completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. Your toes curl by his ears, and you entirely lose yourself to him, writhing and thrashing as he holds you down, forcing you to feel. It takes a while for the tingles to subside and when you open your eyes, you find him looking down at you, watching you through dark lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted as he focuses on controlling himself.
“You're so pretty when you come for me” he whispers. Still completely unable to form a coherent sentence, you gaze up at him breathlessly and his hand leaves your neck before he swiftly flips you over again. Pressing your cheek against the cushions. “I'm gonna fuck that jealousy out of you…you'll feel me for days before you start acting up again” Your entire body buckles when he pushes into you again, sliding in easily because of the juices running down your thighs. “Shit…I can't get over how wet you are” he says with a groan, pulling out to the tip, your juices leaking down his length before he slams into you again.
“Hee! I c-can't take anymore…” you cry, ignoring the salty taste of your tears as you push back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck- yes you can, you're doing such a good job princess” his praises wash over you “I don't know how to get it through to you that I'm yours, and that you're mine, all fucking mine” your cries grow louder as each word is emphasized with a thrust. “I c-can't I can't come again-” your words are cut off as he hits your G-spot over and over again, your legs nearly giving out underneath you.
You grab at the sheets, overstimulated beyond control, desperately trying to escape his touch but he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back into place. “You can take it" “you take it so good for me” his hand finds its way between your legs again, fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit as the sheets muffle your moans and cries. “c'mon baby, you can do it…give it to me” the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room and your legs give in. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest, his breath fanning your shoulder and his woodland scent clouding all your senses.
When your orgasm rips through you, the world goes black, stars burst behind your eyes and you clench around him so tight, pulsing hot splashes of cum running down your thighs. The last thing you register is the sound of his groan as he cums, emptying his release deep inside you. Heeseung slowly releases you and you collapse onto the bedding, turning around to look up at him when he pulls out, his cum runs down your thighs. His eyes meet yours before falling to the puddle between your legs and his pupils dilate.
“You got one more for me?” a smirk climbs onto his lips when your eyes widen and this time, you really try to make a run for it. Heeseung chuckles locking a hand around your ankle. He drags you back, settling between your legs and pulls you towards his mouth. “One more, baby”
“Hee! Are you t-trying to kill me?” You cry, the soft feeling of his tongue swirling against your hypersensitive clit sends you shaking, and it's only a matter of seconds before you're crying his name and your juices flood into his mouth. He presses one last kiss against your clit before climbing over you. “You're incredible” the words are followed by a kiss, his gaze burning deep into your soul. “So beautiful when you cum for me…” The words are whispered but it still manages to send the blood rushing to your face.
He stays like that for a minute, wiping away the tears staining your cheeks before he kisses away the embarrassment evident in your face. He kisses you for a minute but when his hands begin to wander you push him off of you. “You're actually insane, you know that right?...you're like- not human” You're staring at him in disbelief as he shoots you a grin. “What can I say? It's not my fault that I have a sexy girlfriend” he shrugs, pulling back on his sweatpants before he rolls onto his back.
“Come here.”
He reaches out for you and you hesitantly move closer, snuggling up against his chest. How he has all this stamina is beyond you. After all the schedules, interviews, and endless work that comes with his job, Heeseung was almost always exhausted. But the moment he got his hands on you, he acted like a starved beast, never stopping until you were begging him to let you be.
You press your head against his chest, immediately relaxing at the familiar scent that clings to him. One arm settles securely around your waist while one of his legs tangles with yours beneath the blankets. His face finds the crook of your neck and, somehow, he keeps inching closer. You swear he's getting closer.
You narrow your eyes. Slowly, experimentally, you scoot a few inches away. Within seconds, Heeseung follows. You try to turn over, but he only follows, pulling you even closer. "Hee." A sleepy hum vibrates against your skin. “I can barely move” At this point, you're fairly certain he's attempting to merge the two of you into a single person. His arms simply tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. "You do realize we're on a king-sized bed, right?" Another hum before he presses a lazy kiss to your neck.
"You move too much" he murmurs. You sigh dramatically as he buries his face further into your shoulder, letting out a content breath. "Tired?" you ask softly. His response takes a second. "Mhm”
"That tired, huh?" A laugh escapes you. Another hum follows. "Lee Heeseung."
"hmm?”
“Are you sleeping?” When you tilt your head to look at him, you immediately regret it. Big mistake, his eyes are closed, his hair is a mess, his cheek is squished against your shoulder and he somehow looks completely content. The sight melts whatever irritation you're trying to hold onto. "You and your stupid face," you mutter. A faint smile appears on his lips.
"You love my stupid face" You roll your eyes and lightly smack his arm. "I think you're annoying." "You think I'm handsome." he retorts. "Whatever." The smile pulling at your lips ruins any attempt at sounding convincing. "You are so lucky you're cute." "I know." he grins proudly, the confidence in his answer making you laugh.
A comfortable silence settles between you after that. His fingers begin tracing absentminded patterns against your side, the movement lazy and instinctive. You don't even think he realizes he's doing it. "Do you have plans tomorrow, baby?" he says, eyes still shut, but his fingers remain tracing your skin. "You know," you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair, "for someone so tired, you sure do talk a lot." His response takes several seconds.
“I like hearing your voice." he whispers. “Plus I want to take you out tomorrow” your heart immediately betrays you, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely feral. "Y-You are not allowed to say things like that when I'm trying to be annoyed with you." A quiet laugh leaves him before dissolving into a yawn. You feel his body sink further into yours as the last bit of tension finally leaves him. The more relaxed he becomes, the heavier he gets. Your own personal weighted blanket.
"How are you this clingy?"
"Mhm"
"That wasn't even an answer."
"Mhm"
You can't help laughing.
Beneath the blanket, his hand finds yours and automatically intertwines your fingers together. The gesture is so natural, so thoughtless, that it makes your chest ache. "You still mad at me?" he asks after a moment. The question catches you off guard so you pretend to think about it.
"A little" you sigh, "That's fair" he nods.
"A lot, actually." you gaze at him out of the corner of your eyes. "That's also fair." The immediate defeat in his voice makes you laugh, and the sound instantly earns a sleepy smile from him. "I was really mad at you, honestly."
"I know." He presses a small kiss against your shoulder. "You made me worry. You ignored my messages."
"I did."
You narrow your eyes. "Are you even listening to me?" One eye cracks open. "Listening." The eye immediately closes again. You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, despite everything, despite the argument and the hours you spent worrying yourself sick, he's already halfway asleep in your arms. The realization should annoy you. Instead, it makes something warm settle in your chest. "You're impossible," you mutter.
A sleepy smile tugs at his lips, the kind that tells you he heard every word. For a while, neither of you say anything. His fingers remain intertwined with yours beneath the blanket while his breathing gradually slows against your shoulder. Every now and then he shifts closer, somehow finding a way to close whatever tiny distance remains between the two of you. You honestly don't know if he understands that it's physically impossible for the two of you to get any more closer.
"You know" you murmur, tracing your fingers through his messy hair, "most people apologize with flowers." A quiet hum is your only response. "Or chocolates…and maybe a heartfelt letter." This time he cracks an eye open just enough to look at you. "I can do that"
A laugh escapes you."No, you can't" His brows immediately furrow "Yes I can."
"Dude…you're literally falling asleep." You giggle. "I'm multitasking," he scoffs. The response comes so quickly that you can't help laughing. His smile widens instantly. "There it is" he whispers to himself underneath his breath. You glance down at him "There what is?" "That laugh," his voice is softer now, rough around the edges from exhaustion. "I love it."
Your heart immediately betrays you. You spent the entire evening lecturing him, reminding him how upset you are, and somehow he's still the one making your heart flutter. You continue running your fingers through his hair while he remains curled against you, his arm secure around your waist as though he's worried you might disappear the second he lets go.
Eventually, you notice his responses stop altogether, his breathing deepens as his body grows heavier against yours. You glance down to find him completely asleep and a fond sigh escapes you. Tomorrow you'll make him charge his phone, tomorrow you'll remind him that apologies only matter if they're followed by change and you'll probably scold him all over again.
But tonight, with his face tucked into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, like you're the most precious thing in the world, you simply press a kiss into his hair and close your eyes. And for the first time all week, the both of you are truly at peace.
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
