Thereâs something delicious about the intimacy in everyday moments⊠like making breakfast, and suddenly it turns into pure desire. That mix of tenderness and hunger, of sweetness and naughtiness, makes everything feel so much more forbidden and exciting. In the end, what better way to start the day than by becoming the breakfast for the one you crave most?
You're standing in front of the stove, calmly stirring the pan, when suddenly you feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours. Heeseung approaches quietly, wraps his long arms around your waist, and rests his chin on your head, sinking into your hair with a heavy sigh.
"Good morning, love. Did you sleep well? How did you wake up?" you murmur sweetly, tilting your head slightly to touch his. To which he lets out an almost childish sound, a pout that contrasts with the hardness you immediately notice rubbing against you from behind.
"I would have woken up much better if you hadn't left me alone," he growls, pressing you closer against his morning erection, hard and throbbing beneath his sweatpants. "I could have woken up to your kisses... or something else." He shamelessly presses his cock against the center of your buttocks, making sure you feel him properly.
You let out a low chuckle, as if you want to sound casual, even though your skin tingles at the brazen touch. "After breakfast, I'm going to suck you off. Or better yet, ride you until you pass out," you reply playfully. As if it were truly a promise that can wait, you continue cooking, ignoring the way he rubs his erection against your black panties, which barely cover the round curve of your ass and hug your wide hips.
"That's going to take too long. And I need you now, baby~" Heeseung moans through his teeth, plaintive. You don't respond. You feign concentration on the pancake, gently turning it over. The silence lasts only a few seconds before he loses his patience and lowers his face to your neck, kissing you hungrily, licking and sucking your sensitive skin. "Don't ignore me when I wake up this desperate for you," he whispers, his voice deep against your ear.
One of his hands snakes down to your chest, squeezing your breast through your hoodie, kneading it hard. The other moves straight down between your legs, rubbing your pussy through the damp fabric of your panties, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit.
"D-don't do that, baby~," you whisper, trembling, trying to push his hand away, even though your thighs tense at the touch. Heeseung doesn't budge. His fingers continue massaging with a slow but steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric against your swollen sex, while his other hand captures your nipple through your hoodie and pinches it until you moan. His mouth doesn't stop on your neck, sucking with a hunger that makes heat rush to your face. "God forbid a girl tries to spoil her boyfriend with breakfast in bed," you murmur with stifled sarcasm, trying not to burn the pancake as your breath hitches.
âPrincess, you know perfectly well that YOU are my breakfastâŠâ he laughs softly, warm against your skin. His voice breaks into a husky growl at the end. âRight now we should be in bed, with my face buried between your legs, devouring that sweet little pussy until youâre trembling.â
You try to remain calm, the spatula steady in your hand as your breath already trembles. But Heeseung has no intention of leaving you alone. His hand releases its grip on the fabric and, without further ado, slips under your panties, slipping between your wet lips.
âLet that go, baby,â he murmurs against your ear, his voice husky and thick with lust. âFood can wait. I canât.â
The touch of his fingers, sliding along the length of your soaked pussy, draws a gasp that you try to stifle with your pursed lips. His fingertips move slowly, spreading the moisture, rubbing each fold brazenly before concentrating on your clit, pressing it in firm circles that make you arch back against his chest. The hand that was on your breast moves determinedly down to the zipper of your hoodie, pulling it open completely. The cool kitchen air brushes against your hard nipples, making you shudder. He immediately captures them in his large palm, kneading the exposed flesh hungrily, squeezing and molding your breast as if he wanted to memorize it in his hands.
"Heeseung, stop to-" you try to scold him, a faint moan escaping your throat. Your sentence is cut short. He doesn't wait another second. Without warning, he plunges two fingers inside you, entering hard, opening you mercilessly from the first thrust. The wet, obscene sound echoes in the kitchen, mingling with your stifled moan that you can no longer contain.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he growls against your ear, moving his hand with a brutal rhythm from the start, giving you no respite. "Turn off the stove and let me ruin you, my darling." His fingers move in and out quickly, hitting your sensitive walls, while the palm of his hand presses right on your clit with each thrust, making your legs tremble. At the same time, his other hand clamps down tightly on your bare breast, pinching your nipple and twisting it until you gasp even louder.
The sweet smell of the pancake in the pan mixes with yours, with the damp heat spreading between your thighs. The spatula trembles in your hand, your arm too weak to resist any longer, and every grunt Heeseung lets out against your neck resonates in your chest, as if he's as inside you as his fingers.
"Oh my God, Hee~ I'm... trying to cook... Mmmph!" you moan breathlessly, your body writhing against the counter as you try in vain to pry his hand from between your legs, lacking any real conviction. To which he chuckles darkly, licking the edge of your ear as he plunges his fingers harder, faster, giving your soaking pussy no respite.
"Nope. You're trembling for me, gorgeous," he corrects, punctuating each word with a thrust of his fingers inside you. "Just let that go, turn that shit off, and let me devour you."
Your entire body vibrates with the sensation, the wet sounds growing louder in the small kitchen space. Every pinch on your nipple, every thrust of his fingers, every brush of his still-hard erection against your ass makes the control you were trying to maintain dissipate like smoke.
Finally, your resistance breaks. With a gasp, you drop the spatula and reach for the stove knob, turning off the heat. Your shoulders slump as you do, and the heat in your chest only increases as you hear Heeseung's deep voice in your ear.
"That's how I like it. You're such a good girl," he growls, pulling his soaked fingers out of your pussy with a jerky movement. And you barely have time to catch your breath when he takes you by the waist and easily lifts you into his arms. The world shakes around you before you feel your back impact against the main counter, the cold surface robbing you of a moan that mingles with the arousal coursing through you.
With a single tug, Heeseung sweeps your panties aside, tossing them carelessly to the floor. His eyes lock on the sight of your glistening pussy in the kitchen light, and his thumb immediately moves down to your clit, rubbing quick, firm circles that make your hips buck in search of more. His other hand moves down to his own sweatpants, pulling out his hard, throbbing cock. The morning kitchen air is thick with the scent of sex as he slowly strokes himself, running his palm down the thick length, spreading the precum already dripping from the tip.
Your breathing quickens just watching the scene: him masturbating in front of you while playing with your clit. The heat between your legs is so intense that your own hands reach for your bare breasts, trapping your sensitive nipples between your fingers. You begin to pinch and twist them, gasping uncontrollably. Heeseung groans as he watches your nipples harden beneath your touch.
âThat's it⊠I love it when you do that. Donât stop. Keep touching those pretty nipples for me.â His low, raspy voice vibrates inside you as much as his thumb on your clit. Your moans fill the kitchen, growing louder as he doesnât wait another second. He leans toward you, aligns the wide, wet head of his cock with your entrance, and with a single brutal thrust, he buries himself utterly inside your pussy.
The blow makes your back arch against the counter. Your insides engulf him tightly, hot and wet, the friction instantly scorching. You barely have time to let out a gasp before he starts moving, fucking you hard from the start, as if he couldnât hold back another second. The sound of skin slapping echoes in the kitchen: his hips slamming against yours, the wet echo of his cock sliding in and out, mixed with the dripping that begins to run from your slit and stain the counter.
He abandons your clit, his hands moving quickly to grasp your ankles. With a grunt, he lifts them, throwing your legs over his shoulders, bending you further against the edge of the counter. His arms close around your thighs, holding you as if you were completely his, as he thrusts his cock in and out with a devastating rhythm. Each thrust deepens until he hits your most sensitive spot, eliciting uncontrollable moans that bounce off the kitchen walls. The cold of the countertop contrasts with the heat that consumes you inside, every inch of your wet pussy clenching around the hard texture of his veins, feeling it throb inside you with every movement.
The air is filled with the thick scent of sex, sweat, and the wetness that runs between your thighs. His cock thrusts in and out relentlessly, the sticky sound of your insides flooding every second, while your nipples remain hard beneath your own fingers, the sensation multiplying with each collision of his body against yours. Heeseung gasps heavily, his abdominal muscles straining against your legs as he grunts, "Fuck... you're so tight, so fucking made to take my cock." His eyes bore into yours, but his pace doesn't slow. He doesn't stop for a moment, each thrust harder, deeper, as if he wants to squeeze every last drop of air out of you.
Eventually, the frantic pace of his thrusts barely breaks when his gaze falls on something on the counter, just above your head. He slows down for just an instant, enough for you to take advantage and completely remove your open hoodie, letting it fall to the floor. You are naked under his gaze, your skin prickling with goosebumps from the contrast between the cold surface and the scorching heat of his body inside you.
He smiles hungrily, and without wasting any time, he leans over you again, pushing your legs closer against his chest until you are spread wide open on the counter. The angle changes, the friction intensifies, and a ragged moan escapes your throat when the tip of his cock brushes against every sensitive corner of your tight, dripping pussy.
Heeseung pounces on your mouth, kissing you with the same desperation with which he fucks you. His lips are rough, his tongue dominant, claiming every corner of yours as his hips grind relentlessly against your buttocks. The sound of skin slapping and your juices dripping down to wet the edge of the counter fills the kitchen.
Without moving far, he reaches for the jar of chocolate pancake syrup. With a quick gesture, he opens the lid and, standing upright again, pours a thick, dark stream over your tits. The warm liquid runs along the curve of your breasts, staining your skin, pooling on your hard nipples until they are completely covered.
"My favorite breakfast," he murmurs through gritted teeth, his voice cracking with pleasure and lust. He lowers his head and feasts. His lips circle one of your chocolate-soaked nipples, sucking noisily, licking carelessly as his saliva mixes with the sticky sweetness. Then he moves to the other, biting and sucking as if he wants to leave nothing behind.
Your moans rise, the sensation of his hot, wet tongue contrasting with the viscous warmness of the spread syrup. Every tug of his mouth on your nipples makes your pussy clench even tighter around his cock, which continues to thrust in and out with constant force. The burning stretch of your inner walls envelops him, every vein and throb of his thickness rubbing against you mercilessly.
"Hee... stop, that's-" you try to protest, attempting to push his head away with your hands. But he doesn't even flinch. He lets out a grunt against your skin and, with a swift movement, captures your wrists. His long fingers intertwine with yours and press both hands against the counter, just beside your head. Now you can't move. You're completely exposed beneath him, your legs folded against your chest, your pussy devouring his cock and your breasts sticky with chocolate, submitted to his hungry mouth and his incessant thrusts.
The heat is unbearable, the air thick with the sweet aroma of syrup mixed with the intense scent of sex and sweat. The wet smack of his cock inside you combines with the obscene sound of him sucking your nipples like a desperate man. Your gasps break into stifled screams as his hips accelerate, pounding harder and deeper, until you feel your belly vibrate with each thrust. Heeseung lifts his head for a moment, his lips stained with chocolate and saliva, looking at you with dark, dilated eyes.
"You taste so delicious... all of you." Before you have time to respond, he buries his face in your chest again, devouring you as he fucks you harder and faster.
Your wrists still pinned against the counter, your legs bent against your chest, and the weight of his body pushing you down further, you can barely breathe. Heeseung gives you no respite: his cock pounds relentlessly inside you, the wild rhythm punctuating each thrust with the wet, sticky sound of your flooded pussy.
The sweetness of the syrup mixes with the salty taste of his sweat dripping down on you, and the air smells of the warmth enclosed in that kitchen. Your nipples throb, puffy, sensitive, and still coated in chocolate and saliva, while he grunts against your skin and his hips slam together faster, harder, deeper. Each thrust grazes your cervix, and the heat intensifies to the point where you feel your legs tremble even while trapped on his shoulders. The scorching friction of his thick cock stretching your insides, throbbing inside you, drags you hopelessly to the edge.
The orgasm hits you suddenly, intensely, tearing through you with a hoarse cry that fades into the kitchen. Your pussy contracts tightly around his cock, sucking it in with wet spasms, making it even more impossible to pull out. You feel the gush of your own fluids escaping, trickling down to your buttocks and his pelvis.
"That's it, cum for me, sweetheart. Squeeze me like that." Heeseung roars, feeling your insides squeeze him to the limit. And then, with a deep growl that vibrates against your chest, his cock plunges deep into you, slamming himself deep inside you. His hips throb against yours, and instantly, a thick, burning heat floods your insides. The first spurt of cum is so strong you feel it bounce against your cervix, followed by another and another, filling you without pause.
His breathing is ragged, gasps and grunts mingling as he continues pumping inside you, pushing each wave deeper, making sure you don't escape his hot sperm. The pressure is so great you feel it overflowing, spurting out and sliding down the junction of your bodies.
He stays inside, trembling, holding your wrists tightly and burying his face against your neck, moaning with each spasm as he releases more of himself into your tight, soaking pussy. You can barely breathe, your body still shaken by the orgasm as you feel every drop of his cum fill every corner of your insides.
His hips make one last couple of thrusts, slower but just as deep, as if wanting to mark you from within with the viscous warmth of his release. When he finally raises his head, his lips are stained with chocolate and saliva, his eyes fixed on you with a hunger still unsatiated.
"Baby, now you're all creamy and dripping with my cum~" he growls with a crooked smile, shoving his still-hard cock back inside you, causing a white string to slide onto the counter. The sensation is so intense that you can only let out a breathy moan, your body still shuddering with waves of pleasure as he remains buried inside you, claiming you completely.
i have a pervert bfâs best friend jake fic in my draft that leads to a threesome eventually but idk if i should post it or no (it low-key has no effort)
cw. nsfw, afab reader, size kink, unprotected sex, body control, pet names MDNI!
LEE HEESEUNG:
he's working you open with long and slow strokesâ massaging your inner walls and stroking over that sweet spot that quickened your pulse. it's more intense when he throws your legs over his shoulders, leaning forward and literally folding you in half. "hee, it's too big!" you cry out, involuntary clenching around his cock, so snug and tight that he can barely move. he sighs with pleasure, "i know but you're taking it so well." his voice is soft, warm and laced with lust. you would be able to hear the skin slapping if you weren't so far gone, ears ringing while all you can do is moan and take him.
PARK JONGSEONG:
you're quieter than usual. especially considering the position youâre inâ knees digging into his bed with your face pressed against his sheets. it wasn't because it didn't feel good. it was because it felt too good. too good to even make a sound. arching your back, your breath quivers when jay rolls his hips. he suddenly notices your quietness, pausing and burying his cock deep inside you. "you okay? talk to me" he says, pulling out slightly to see how snug you are around him, struggling to accommodate his size. "c-can't take it..â you stutter, voice small and weak. then, you cry out from the sudden force of his hips and clench onto his sheets. "but you will for me, baby," he cracks a smile, "right?"
SIM JAEYUN:
the stretch is painful, bringing tears to your eyes. but jake on the other hand was in awe at how pretty you look above himâ mouth agape, small whines falling past your lips, and most importantly, your pretty pussy struggling to sink down onto him. "you're so pretty." jake whispers, more to himself. it was so fulfilling.. feeling him stretch you out like this. body weak, you press your hand against his chest, moving your hips despite him barely being inside of you. he's immediately swallowed by warmth, "love how you're taking it.. keep riding me." jake groans, eyes glazing over your pretty expressions. then, his fingers dig into your waist, urging you to bottom out. "come on, baby. i know you can take more of me. you can do it."
PARK SUNGHOON:
"mmh, hoonie." you whimper, shuddering when his body moves against yours. your own hand rests on your stomach, eyes clenched shut from the overwhelming pleasure. light kisses travels down your neck before he pulls back, noticing your hand. "what baby? is that where i am?" sunghoon teases, his warm hand covering the one on your stomach and slowly presses. your legs part further as you nod dumbly at his question. you could feel him in your stomach, sooo deep. sunghoon smirks, licking his lips and focusing on the sight between you both, watching his cock disappear into your body. your breath hitches when he fills your completely, the sound of smacking flesh bouncing off the walls. "it's okay. you deserve this, pretty."
çŽ æ” â âŻâŻ Heeseung & Sunghoon - f.reader : threesome, established relationship (hee - reader), oral sex (heehoon received), fingering, cum shot, double penetration, p in v, anal sex, condoms/lube, dom! heehoon, pet names, mdni.
â : Okay, so this is my first time writing a threesome, and honestly, I gave it my all! Heeseung and Sunghoon are such perfect guys, and putting them together like this was definitely a wild, fun ride. I tried so hard! Hope you have a good time reading this as I had writing it, because, seriously, these two are something else, also my favorite shipp.
The air in the suite was thick, as if the warmth came from something other than the heating system. The low lights bathed the place in a golden hue, and the soft echo of the night city filtered through the large windows. Heeseung stood before you, too close, with that familiar gaze: a dangerous mix of sweetness and hunger. His hand slowly moved up your waist, marking your skin with the warmth of his fingers, and before you could react, your back was already against the wall, trapped by his body.
It wasn't until you felt a second warmth beside you that the air thickened. Sunghoon, silent but with that smile that hinted at promise, approached. His fingers brushed your jaw, forcing you to turn your face toward him, while Heeseung's hand moved down to your thigh and lifted it, pressing your body even closer to his.
"Relax, beautiful. I'm sure we'll have a great time." Sunghoon whispered, his thumb barely brushing your lips before he pulled away, giving Heeseung room to kiss you without reservation. The contrast was intoxicating: Heeseung's tongue desperately claiming your mouth, while Sunghoon's hands freely explored your body.
Your first moan escaped you when Heeseung pressed his pelvis against yours, letting you feel his erection beneath his boxers, and at the same time, Sunghoon brushed his fingers against the soaked fabric of your panties. Heeseung smiled against your mouth, as if he knew exactly what his friend was doing.
"Don't hold back, baby. I must show Hoon how good my girl is," Heeseung murmured, his low, gravelly voice gnawing at your skin, just before biting your lower lip and dragging you to the center of the room.
From one second to the next, it was Hee who lifted you up, his strong hands holding you firmly as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. Sunghoon, for his part, wasted no time and, with determined fingers, slid your panties down your legs, leaving you completely naked in front of them.
In your boyfriend's arms, you felt him begin to walk, and then, carefully but without losing intensity, he dropped you onto the bed. And soon, his mouth captured yours again in a hot, wet kiss, his tongue licking and flicking against yours as he licked and sucked; finally, he bit your lower lip before slowly separating.
At that moment, you saw Sunghoon approach, standing next to Heeseung at the foot of the bed. The two men looked at each other with a dangerous spark, and, as if they had rehearsed it, they pulled down their boxers slowly but deliberately. Both of them releasing two hard cocks, throbbing and glistening with precum that had begun to ooze from both tips. You bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together at the mere sight of those two perfect Adonises in front of you, naked and with such marvelous physical endowments, which you shamelessly detailed from your place on the bed. Heeseung's cock, long and thick, veined, with a firm base and a moist bulbous tipâthe same one that was capable of hitting your cervix with every thrust every time he fucked you deeplyâseemed to dominate the space, and its tone was more opaque. On the other hand, Sunghoon's cock seemed wider, curved subtly toward the tip, and with a shiny pink head, it promised intense sensations and a delicious stretch.
Interrupting your careful and unabashed observation, Sunghoon climbed onto the bed, sitting on his heels next to your face, his fingers brushing your cheek as his deep voice broke the silence:
âHeeseung told me your mouth is heaven⊠and very sweet too. So I want to feel it around my cock,â Sunghoon said in a low, confident tone, pumping slowly with his hand. Your eyes followed every movement, watching the skin retract and re-cover the taut flesh, the prominent veins pulsing beneath his fingers. Automatically, you sought Heeseungâs gaze, and he, with a calm dominance, nodded as he pinched one of your hardened nipples, rubbing it with his fingers until a faint gasp came from you.
You opened your mouth to receive the hot, wet tip of Sunghoonâs cock. Your lips closed, forming a firm, wet seal, while your tongue explored the glistening glans, licking it quickly and quickly. The flavor was intense: salt, leather, and that bitter touch that made you salivate even more. You leaned in slightly, letting him in deeper, and felt the rough veins graze every millimeter of your tongue until the thickness sank beyond your lips.
At the same time, Heeseung's hand descended between your legs, finding your soaked sex. His fingers sank without hesitation into the wet slit, rubbing your clit with circular motions and enough pressure to make you arch your back. When he pushed two fingers inside your pussy, the stretch was immediate and delicious; the inner flesh yielded with ease thanks to the wetness, you felt him fill every space as he pushed in. Your walls automatically clenched around his fingers, damp and hot, convulsing around with pulses that vibrated deep inside you.
Heeseung's manual thrusts were hard, thrusting with a fast, steady rhythm, until his knuckles collided with your sensitive flesh and the deepest spot burned with pleasure. Moans escaped you against Sunghoon's flesh, which began to rock inside your mouth with calculated control. Each advance made the shaft tug at your lower lip, and saliva accumulated excessively, spilling from the corners and wetting your chin. The live heat of his cock throbbed against your tongue, and with each thrust, you felt the tip press against the back of your throat, forcing you to relax your jaw to keep from pulling away.
Heeseung, still fingering you, began to gently rotate them inside you, rubbing against your inner walls and causing wet spasms that drenched his hand. You could feel the viscous movement of your own juices being displaced by his fingers, the wet, dirty sound filling the air along with the suppressed grunts of both men. You alternated the movement of your tongue and the pressure of your sucking, sucking hungrily and letting yourself be guided by Sunghoon's movement, as he used you as an extension of his hand.
The contrast was devastating: the raw, slippery sensation in your pussy, the salty, thick taste filling your mouth, the pressure of his flesh stretching and desecrating your orifices. Every time Heeseung thrust harder with his fingers, your throat momentarily closed around Sunghoon's cock, drawing a hoarse gasp from him. The pleasure grew unchecked, like a crazed knot tightening in your belly, while heat, saliva, and measured brutality mingled in a storm of sensations that overwhelmed you.
Heeseung lowered his head to your breast, capturing your nipple with a deep, firm suction that immediately drew an air of relief from you. His tongue circled it hungrily, drawing wet circles before biting and sucking again with an almost savage intensity, leaving your skin burning. At the same time, Sunghoon's hand took hold of your other breast, his long fingers kneading the warm flesh, pinching and rolling the nipple until it hardened, causing the skin of your breast to prick under his expert touch.
Without letting Heeseung take complete control, you brought your free hand to his cock, hard, thick, and throbbing. Your fingers closed around them, feeling the raw warmth and smooth skin slipping beneath your grasp as you began to masturbate him with a steady, firm rhythm. A husky moan escaped his throat, vibrating against your breast; his mouth tightened around your nipple, sucking hungrily, while his fingers inside your pussy lost any trace of delicacy. They thrust in and out forcefully, until his knuckles collided with your vulva and the throbbing interior of your sex stretched and contracted in wet waves, producing an obscenely wet sound that mingled with your moans.
Sunghoon continued to use your mouth with slow but firm thrusts, his hard cock grazing the roof of your mouth and drenching your tongue with the rich taste of his skin. Saliva pooled, dripping down your chin, and each measured thrust was accompanied by a deep exhalation from him. He didn't drown you, but he filled you completely, the tip grazing the entrance to your throat before retreating. You knew he did it carefully because if he hurt you, Heeseung wouldn't forgive him.
You didn't neglect Heeseung: your hand pumped his cock with pressure and skill, feeling each pulse beneath your palm grow more intense. Between your legs, his hand worked tirelessly, his fingers hitting the exact spot that made you lose control, and your pussy, hot and tight, squeezed him with wet spasms, bathing his hand in your juices. Heat rose through your abdomen, and within seconds, orgasm hit you full force: a fierce explosion that arched your back and drew muffled moans from you around Sunghoon's cock. Your vaginal muscles contracted so tightly that they trapped Heeseung's fingers, intensifying the friction to the point of pain, but you didn't want him to stop.
Sunghoon, breathing heavily, pulled away from your mouth and, in a deep voice, asked, "Do you give me permission to cum inside her mouth?"
Heeseung held his gaze with a cold, dominant gaze before turning to you, seeking your consent. You nodded without hesitation, your eyes full of desire. "Yes, you can cum in her mouth. She seems to want to swallow it all," Lee authorized, without taking his eyes off you.
Sunghoon's body tensed for a second, and he plunged back into your mouth, releasing a hot, thick jet that filled you instantly. You swallowed it without pause, feeling the heat rush through you throat, the strong taste permeating your tongue. A few drops escaped, sliding down your lip and chin as he pulled away with a satisfied smile.
Barely catching your breath, you sought out Heeseung. "Come closer, babe... I want to suck you off too and make you cum," you whispered, panting, in a sweet voice. He smiled, proud and possessive, with that gaze he only gave you.
"What a good girl you are, aren't you? Always taking care of me," he murmured, his deep voice thick with desire and tenderness. He positioned himself beside you and offered you his cock, long, hard, and hot, which you received without hesitation. Your lips closed around it, sucking hard, bobbing your head in a rapid rhythm as your tongue ran over the prominent vein on the underside. Heeseung continued to fuck you with his fingers, burying them with a force that shook your insides; His thumb mercilessly pressed against your clit, rubbing it until a new orgasm erupted in you, forcing you to moan against his cock. The vibration of your throat made him groan, and the wet heat of your mouth eagerly devoured him, determined not to stop until you felt him cum inside you.
Sunghoon flopped sideways onto the mattress, his bare torso rising and falling with each labored breath. Sweat still trickled down his temples, but his eyes, bright and hungry, never left you for a second, devouring the show you and Heeseung were putting on.
Inside your mouth, Heeseung's cock grew harder with every second, hot and throbbing, his racing pulse pumping against your tongue. His taste was already more intense, and you knew it before it happened: a deep growl escaped his throat, and immediately a thick, fiery jet spilled into your mouth, filling it instantly. The hot, viscous semen spread all over your tongue before sliding down your throat. You swallowed quickly, feeling the heat wash over you in waves, leaving a thick, salty aftertaste that permeated your mouth. He didn't look away, watching with a mixture of pride and possession as your mouth swallowed every last drop.
When he pulled out, a thick thread of saliva and semen hung between your mouth and the glistening tip of his glans, breaking off with a slow movement. At the same time, he withdrew his fingers from your pussy, which came away covered in your abundant, thick, glistening flow in the warm light of the suite. Without taking his eyes off you, he brought those wet fingers to his mouth and, unhurriedly, sucked them one by one, his tongue running over every millimeter as he absorbed your taste with a wet, dirty sound that made you shudder.
Heeseung's smile tilted with pure dominance before he turned to Sunghoon. "Get the condoms and the lube," he ordered.
Sunghoon got off the bed without hesitation, his feet tapping the floor in a steady rhythm. He quickly returned with the packets and the lube, climbing back onto the mattress to hand them to Heeseung. Park tore open the wrapper and lowered the condom to the base of his cock, thick and fully hard again. Heeseung did the same: he unrolled the latex along its length and uncapped the lube. He poured a generous amount onto the rubber and spread it with his fingers, spreading the slippery substance all over its thickness. The light made the lubricant shine as his hands ran over it, making sure to cover it to the tip.
You couldn't tear your eyes away. The tension, and the sight of both of them preparing for you, made your pussy throb faster, and in a whisper, you asked, "What are you going to do now?"
Heeseung smiled sarcastically, and his answer was deep and direct: "Sunghoon is going to sink into your pussy, while I fuck your ass. Because that's where, princess, only I enter." The heat in your belly intensified with those words, and you needed no more.
Sunghoon moved before you could process it, lifting you off the mattress with ease. Your legs instinctively hooked around his waist, and your arms clung to his neck. His firm torso crushed your breasts, and his deep breathing mingled with yours. He stared at you, his pupils dilated.
"I'm going to put it in you now. If something doesn't feel right or is too much, tell me. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?" he whispered to you with a sweetness that contrasted with the sexual tension that surrounded you. And you simply nodded in response.
His glans was already pressing against your entrance, hot, swollen, and hard as rock. The first contact made your wet walls clench in a reflex spasm, begging for more. He pushed firmly and began to slide inside: the stretch was immediate, feeling every vein rub and push between your wet folds. Your walls molded around his thickness, tight and hot, embracing him until his entire length was buried inside you.
He held him from beneath your thighs, opening them even further to sink in without restriction. The suite filled with the wet, repetitive sound of his cock sliding in and out, a slick smack that mingled with your muffled moans and labored breathing. Each thrust was deep and brutal, hitting your most sensitive spot, making your walls squeeze him like a hot, soaking fist. The internal friction was so intense that you could feel your own juices shifting, the hot liquid spilling between you and sliding down your insides each time he withdrew his cock only to slam it back in harder.
It was raw sex, with no room for gentleness: his pelvis slamming against yours, your pussy swallowing him whole, and your body surrendering to each stroke, wetter, more open, and hungrier than you had been seconds before.
Heeseung watched the scene, his eyes burning with desire as he watched you being mercilessly fucked by his friend. The wet, rhythmic sound of Sunghoon's cock sliding in and out of you seemed to turn him on even more. With a decisive movement, he positioned himself behind you, and without a single warning, he poured a stream of lube between your buttocks, the cool liquid slipping into the cleft and immediately mixing with the warmth of your skin. His fingers sank in to massage the soft, warm flesh, parting it, slowly stretching the skin as the lubricant spread. The pads of his fingers brushed the entrance to your ass, applying just enough pressure to relax the ring of muscle, sending an electric shiver down your spine.
Wasting no time, he placed the thick, warm tip of his cock against your entrance. That familiar pressure made your breath catch for a second. He had explored that place many times with you, and he claimed it as his own. With a slow but firm thrust, he began to force his way in, forcing the narrow entrance until the flesh gave way and began to swallow him. The sensation was scorching, an intense stretch that burned and excited at the same time, a mixture of vulnerability and pleasure that expanded with every inch he accommodated inside you.
Your muscles tensed to the max as Heeseung finally sank down, pressed against you, filling you as only he knew how. The double penetration was devastating: your pussy throbbing around Sunghoon, your ass clamping down hard on Heeseung's cock, both holes occupied, both hot, swollen, and pulsing against you. The heat of their bodies surrounded you, and sweat began to trickle down their defined torsos, slipping and mingling with your skin.
Sunghoon held you as if you were a mere weight, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs to keep you fully open for both of them. Each thrust was deep, wet, and resounding, and each smack against your pelvis drove Heeseung's cock even deeper into your ass, forcing you to take them all the way.
âLook at you, my darlingâŠâ Heeseung growled against your ear, gripping your hip with one hand to set his own rhythm. âAll given over to us, so fucking perfect for Hoon and me.â
The air was saturated with the strong, thick scent of sex: sweat, lube, and your wetness spilling uncontrollably. The sound was just as filthy: the sticky smack of the two cocks sliding in and out, your breath ragged, your moans cut off by each stroke. Sunghoon sped up, his cock hitting the deepest spot of your pussy with precision, while Heeseung, behind him, also increased the force of his thrusts, each crash of his pelvis against the curve of your ass causing the lube to mix with your heat and drip in trickles down the inside of your thighs.
"Don't stop... harder..." you managed to plead, your voice shaking. This drew a deep laugh from Sunghoon, who held you against him, thrusting even harder. Heeseung responded by thrusting with all his might from behind, so that you were trapped between them, unable to move on your own, only surrendering to what they were doing to you.
The rhythm became savage, perfectly coordinated: when one sank all the way in, the other would retreat slightly, only to slam back in again with the same brutality, over and over again, making your body move like a doll trapped in his hands. Your breasts bounced against Sunghoon's hard torso, his lips seeking your neck to bite and lick the wet skin, leaving burning marks. Behind him, Heeseung arched his back, growling against your ear, feeling every spasm of your muscles trying to squeeze him tighter. Every blow drew a new moan from you, every thrust brought you closer to the edge, and you knew you couldn't hold out much longer.
Your legs hung splayed around Sunghoon's waist, his grip on your thighs as firm as iron. Your arms, clinging to his neck, felt every pull of his muscles as his hips thrust upward, slamming into your pussy without giving you a break. Heeseung, pressed against your back, wouldn't let you escape even an inch. His hands gripped your waist to control the exact angle that allowed him to sink deeper into your ass. Every time he thrust, he forced Sunghoon to thrust even deeper inside you, and that created an overwhelming sensation of being completely filled, with no space, no air, no rest.
The lubricant Heeseung had used was already dripping freely, mixing with your juices running down Sunghoon's cock. Each movement caused the liquid to run down your thighs, eventually wetting the two men's skin. The heat was suffocating: Heeseung's chest and abdomen pressed against your back, his sweat mixing with yours, the pulse of their bodies synchronized with each thrust. He lowered one hand from your waist to grasp your thigh, forcing it sideways and opening you even further, and with the other, he reached your pubis. His thumb sank straight into your clit, rubbing with small, firm movements that made a ragged moan escape against Sunghoon's mouth.
"That's it, gorgeous, you're taking us so fucking well..." Heeseung whispered, his husky voice vibrating against your skin. "Feel us fill you up completely, open you so deliciously that you can't think of anything but our cocks buried in your holes."
His mouth was soon searching for your skin. He began kissing from the base of your neck, licking the sweat that was already beading your skin, until he caught your earlobe between his teeth. Sunghoon, at the front, couldn't stop looking at you, his eyes fixed on yours as he fucked you hard, his hands holding you as if you were light, as if your weight meant nothing. Every time he thrust, your body barely rose from the impact, and Heeseung used that moment to push himself deeper, filling you until the pressure became unbearable.
The back and forth between them was perfectly coordinated: when Sunghoon thrust hard, Heeseung went slower but deeper, and when Heeseung sped up, Sunghoon adapted the rhythm so that every inch of you was in constant use. There was no respite; you were suspended between their bodies, caught in a chain of wet strokes, possessive kisses, and intense caresses.
Your hands gripped the back of Sunghoon's neck, nails digging into his skin as Heeseung increased the pressure on your clit. You could feel the veins of their cocks moving inside you despite the condoms, the internal friction mixed with the heat that was growing like a wildfire.
"Don't cum yet, love. Hold on a little longer for us," Heeseung ordered, moving his hand to your hip and squeezing it hard.
Sunghoon smiled faintly, as if enjoying the torture, and thrust into you with such a deep thrust that your head fell back against Hee's shoulder, and his lips captured yours in a rough, wet kiss, filled with his labored breathing. You were on the brink, but they still played with you, prolonging the moment, keeping you suspended in the air and in the pleasure.
The air between you was thick, thick with the heat of three bodies working as one. The back and forth was hypnotic, Sunghoonâs thrusts from the front and Heeseungâs from behind alternating and matching in a rhythm that kept you trapped between them, your back arching with each stroke. You could feel the latex stretching over their cocks, the distinct but equally intense friction of the condoms sliding inside you, wet with your lubrication and the heat of their bodies. Sunghoon kept his hands firm beneath your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh to hold you open, and his breathing was deep and heavy, coming in slow, steady motions, every thrust.
"Fuck..." Sunghoon growled, his jaw clenching as he looked at you. "You feel so tight, I can barely move inside you."
The moan that escaped your throat was involuntary, a mixture of pleasure and surrender. Your arms clung to his neck, seeking support, while Heeseung, behind you, kept pressing your clit with slow, sharp, and calculated movements.
"P-please... Don't make me wait any longer, I'm so close, I need to cum." you managed, your voice trembling. Heeseung let out a low chuckle against your neck, his moist breath caressing your skin as he spoke.
"Did you hear that, Hoon? She wants us to let her cum," he murmured in a somewhat mocking tone, gently biting the edge of your ear.
"Let her ask nicely, then. I want to hear her beg for it" Sunghoon replied, increasing the pace, making you bounce on his latex-wrapped cock. Your hips tried to move for more friction, but their grip kept you completely at their mercy. The wet sound of the latex sliding in and out, mixed with Heeseung's more viscous smacking against your ass, filled the room like a dirty echo.
"Please let me cum... I've been so good for both of you, please~" you uttered between stifled moans. Like Sunghoon, he smiled with that arrogant gleam in his eyes and kissed you dirty, his tongue entering without warning, stealing your breath as he continued to thrust into you. His pelvis slammed hard against yours, and every time he did, Heeseung pushed in too, filling you from behind until you couldn't even breathe.
"Look at her, Hoon, this is my girl. So hot, all open, and still holding on. She's always like this, so fucking perfect, and mine." Heeseung commented, pressing your clit harder. His lips moved down your neck again, kissing and biting, leaving marks that burned with sweat. His hands kept touching you: one squeezing your thigh, the other controlling your most sensitive spot. The rocking of their bodies made you feel like you were being pulled by a current with no way out.
"Come on, pretty girl. I want to feel you squeeze while you cum with both of us inside you," Sunghoon murmured, his voice strained and broken.
Heeseung pushed harder into your ass, and the movement made Sunghoon enter your pussy even deeper. It was a perfect, raw blow that drew a long moan from you, and then Heeseung growled, "Now... cum for us."
Your muscles tensed to the max, trapped in that brutal back and forth, with Sunghoon's and Heeseung's cocks thrusting mercilessly into your core. The latex of their condoms brushed against your walls with a slippery, firm touch, mixing with your wetness to form a hot liquid that leaked down your thighs and stained the hands holding you.
Behind you, Heeseung continued to caress your clitoris with hard, precise fingers as his cock slowly entered and exited your ass, increasing the pressure to the point where you arched your back and placed your hands on Sunghoon's firm shoulders to keep from falling. Your moans grew louder, at first low and stifled, then increasingly high-pitched and desperate, filling the room with their raw, heartfelt sound. Your nails dug into the back of Sunghoon's neck as your body trembled with each thrust that made you vibrate inside.
The pressure in your lower abdomen rose like a raging fire, your orgasm approaching with unstoppable force. Heeseung's thumb continued rubbing without pause, right at the center of your clitoris, and Sunghoon sped up, sinking in with short, hard thrusts that set every fiber of your body aflame. A shiver ran through you as the wave of pleasure erupted. Your walls clenched tightly around their cocks, squeezing every inch with a mixture of sweet pain and absolute ecstasy. The scream that escaped your throat was torn apart, accompanied by your tremors that shook the body suspended between them.
Sunghoon bit your shoulder as he continued fucking you hard, feeling your body arch under his thrusts, while Heeseung held your waist with one firm hand and the other continued to flick your clit with brutal devotion. The orgasm seemed endless, a never-ending stream that drained you but also filled you, and in the midst of that intense heat, you felt both of them cumming inside the condoms; the strong, thick throb of their orgasms marking the end of that sublime sexual torture.
Your lips parted in a deep moan, powerless to speak, only to feel every jolt, every throb, every brush of their heated bodies against yours. When they finally subsided, their heavy, sweaty breaths mingled with yours in a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft click of their cocks slowly withdrawing, still covered by the condoms, leaving a trail of wetness and heat that seemed never to disappear.
Sunghoon slowly pulled away from you, his hands gripping your thighs, moving slowly down as he made sure Heeseung had a firm hold on you. With a precise movement, he pulled at the edge of his condom, carefully removing it so as not to lose a drop of semen inside the latex pouch. He delicately tied it and dropped it with a soft pop onto the carpet.
"I'm going to the bathroom to clean up, I'll be back later," he murmured agitatedly, without taking his gaze off you, his intense eyes still burning with shared pleasure. Then, with firm but unhurried steps, he retreated to the bathroom, leaving the space open so that only Heeseung and you remained.
Hee held you in his arms with a gentleness unexpected after the brutality of sex. He carefully lowered your body until you were resting on the bed, his hands running over your hips and thighs, feeling your skin sticky with sweat, a bit of lube, and your own fluids. The sensation for him was as raw as it was intimate: you, now completely surrendered to him again. He pulled away just enough to remove the condom with slow, precise movements, tying it with a kind of reverence before discarding it in the same way Sunghoon had. Now the room was permeated with the smell of sex, moisture, and heat, a perfume that promised even more.
He climbed back into bed, this time without the urgency of the first encounter, but with a calm and confident dominance. He positioned himself on top of you, pressing your body against the mattress with a pressure that left no doubt who was in charge. His hands slid down your torso, running over your chest, your stomach, down to your hips, drawing invisible lines of desire on your damp skin. His lips met yours in a kiss that was both soft and fiery, as if it were the first time you had touched, although you both knew that deep connection had always existed. His tongue explored yours patiently, with suppressed hunger, while his hands squeezed and caressed your breasts, possessing and caring at the same time.
When he finally broke away to take a breath, his eyes never left yours. His voice lowered to a low murmur, a promise and at the same time a warning escaping his lips :
"You better have enjoyed being with Sunghoon and me at the same time. Because it will be the first and last time I share you with anyone else." His warm breath caressed your face due to the closeness, and his nose brushed against yours, and you let out a soft, almost breathless laugh, feeling the warmth still coursing through you and a strange but cozy happiness in your chest.
"I'm satisfied, baby, I really am," you confessed, your voice still trembling from the mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. "It was really good... but yes, I think I need a clear reminder of who I truly belong to."
Heeseung's smile widened, dark and satisfied. His hands squeezed your thighs firmly, parting them to accommodate himself between them, aligning his bare cock with your still-open pussy, glistening with your own juices. The tip brushed against your entrance, wet and warm, and slid in slowly, with a firm thrust that made you feel every inch of him filling and stretching your rubbery walls, making them contract around him. His pelvis gently collided with yours, driving his cock all the way in, fitting perfectly inside you, then he began to move in and out at a slow but purposeful pace, marking you unhurriedly, as if he wanted this moment to last forever. His hands, meanwhile, continued to caress your body, sliding from your thighs to your stomach, tracing every curve and muscle while his eyes held yours, locked in a deep and fierce connection.
âNow itâs my turn to fill this beautiful pussy with my cum and leave my mark deep inside you, my angel,â he murmured, his voice husky.
Each thrust was slow, deliberate, damp with sweat and desire. The touch of his skin against yours, the weight of his body, the sound of his ragged breaths and low moans created a symphony of raw, absolute pleasure. Your nails dug into his shoulders, feeling the strength and calm he conveyed at the same time. The room became a sanctuary of your joined bodies, where only heat, sweat, the taste of his kisses, and the constant shudder that ran through every fiber of your being existed.
âyou wanted this. you can take itâ + praise kink + âjust friendsâ with heeseung pls? (totally normal abt this btw đŻđŻ)
ă đŸ ă ââââââ heeseung's a jealous, jealous man, even when you're not actually together.
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đ” đwădom!heeseung, blowjobs, facefucking, deepthroat, dirty talk, praise kink, degrading praise, dumbification, name calling, fwbs, hair pulling, mentions of voyeurism and exhibitionism, semi-public sex, sex in an alleyway
"Where'd that attitude go, huh baby?" Heeseung snickers, brushing your hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek.
You try to retort, but your words come out as garbled nonsense-- you can't talk back with Heeseung's cock shoved deep down your throat, the echoes of your gagging and choking obscene and deafening in the empty alley. Your knees ache from kneeling on the hard asphalt, but the discomfort only adds to the arousal building thick and heavy in your belly. Heeseung fucks your face like an animal, his long slender fingers tangled tight in your hair as he uses your head like a pocket pussy. You canât do anything but take it, trying your best to hallow your cheeks as you claw desperately at the dark jeans pooling around his thighs.
âFinally gonna be quiet with that bratty little mouth stuffed full of cock?â he crows, tugging you up and down on his length by your hair. âLook how cute you are, being such a good girl f'me⊠just needed to be reminded of your place, huh? Just because we're not together doesn't mean you can go and act like a slut in front of all my friends.â
You gargle around his shaft, eyes rolling back in your head as Heeseung's heavy balls slap against your spit-slick chinâ drool dribbles down onto the ground between you, foamy and messy smeared all over your blushing cheeks that Heeseung patted affectionately. "That's right. You wanted this, didn't you? Wanted to make me mad so I'd put you on your knees. Now take it."
His thrusts grow even sharper, the fist in your hair keeping you still so he can shove himself down your throat as deep as he could go. You had no choice but to take it, big fat tears streaming down your face, trying desperately to work your tongue around him with your lips against his pelvis.
"Good girl." he coos sweetly, all sugar and gentleness. Nothing like how he was fucking your face. "Such a perfect 'lil whore. Don't you ever flirt with my friends again, you hear me? You want their attention that badly? I can call them outside so they can all watch you gag on my cock. That's a promise, not a threat, baby."
âShe Chose Youâ đ đđž S.JY X READER â.á Layla the Border Collie, and your boyfriend Jake. He was bouncing. Literally bouncing in excitement. âđŸÂ°
âyou ready to meet the other love of my life?â he beamed, eyes crinkling.
âother love?â
jake leaned in and kissed your cheek. âyeah. the first one with fur.â
you rolled your eyes but smiled despite yourself, brushing imaginary lint off your hoodie. âif she doesnât like me, iâm leaving.â
jake grinned. âsheâs going to love you. she loves everyone. total people pleaser, total crackhead. just donât bend down too fast or sheâll launch herself into your mouth.â
ânoted.â
the front door was already open by the time they made it up the steps. jakeâs mom waved from the kitchen, but all attention was drawn to the blond blur that came skidding across the hardwood floors with all the subtlety of a landslide.
âlayla!â jake called out, crouching with open arms.
but the fluffy, bright-eyed dog paused with her tongue lolling out like a panting cartoon. froze just three feet from Jake, tail still wagging but she did not leap into his arms like she always did when he came over.
instead, she turned her head and locked eyes with you.
jake blinked. â...layla?â the dog took a cautious step forward, then another and another. suddenly she was moving, not at her usual frantic sprint, but a slow, graceful trot, head dipped low. she didnât bark, didnât jump, didnât even tackle.
layla walked straight past jake and stood in front of you, quietly.
â...hi?â you awkwardly say.
laylaâs tail wagged faster at the sound of your voice. she then took a step closer. carefully, like she knew she wasnât supposed to be rude or scare her, she pressed her snout to your leg and sniffed.
jake watched in total disbelief. âi... i donât get it,â he stammered, eyes wide. âshe never... she always comes to me first.â
you bent down, letting layla sniff your hand. the border collieâs eyes softened even more, ears flicking back, and gently, she nuzzled her face into your palm.
âsheâs so sweet,â you cooed.
meanwhile, your man, jake stood frozen on the porch, mouth parted. âshe... what is happening.â
layla sat down. right at your feet.
not in your lap, not hyper and not bolting in circles around the yard. she was not barking or squealing or bouncing off the fence like usual.
just calm.
even jakeâs mom came to the door with a cup of tea, paused when she saw the scene. âwell iâll be damned,â she muttered.
jake looked at her, gesturing wildly. âmom! you see this???â
âoh, i see it.â she smirked. âshe likes the girl.â
jake watched his dog press into the warmth of your touch, choosing to stay close even with him literally kneeling just feet away. he felt his heart expand in his chest, his chest tightening in that inexplicable, full-body way you only get when something just feels right.
âshe never even acted like this with my ex,â he murmured, half to himself.
âwell... guess she has taste.â
layla looked up at jake briefly and tilted her head but then went back to resting against your calf like a little sentry.
jake groaned and fell backward onto the grass dramatically. âunbelievable.â layla let out a contented sigh and flopped onto her side, paw resting on the toe of your sneaker.
âi lost my dog to my girlfriend.â
you smiled, reaching a hand out toward him without even turning. âyou didnât lose her. she just found someone else to share her love with.â
jake peeked between his fingers. âyouâre too good with words.â
âyouâre too good with being dramatic.â
âi try.â
he sat up again, watched you stroke laylaâs fur with that same gentle tenderness you always showed to plants, books, and half-asleep jake. you weren't trying to be soft. you just were. the kind of soft that made people, dogs included, to settle.
he leaned closer and rested his chin on her shoulder. âshe really does love you,â he whispered.
âi love her too.â
jake smiled against her sweater. âthatâs good.â
âwhy?â
he reached down and slipped his hand over yours, threading your fingers together right next to laylaâs sleeping head.
ââcause i think iâm gonna keep you.â in that quiet time of afternoon, nestled between laughter and peace, jake realized something that made his chest feel like it could burst. his own dog knew...
Heeseung was your older brother's best friend who went to study abroad 5 years ago. You had a crush on him as a little girl, but years later it faded and now you have a boyfriend. But when Heeseung came back, your feelings that you thought you had buried long ago came back. And this time they were much more intense.
PAIRINGS: Heeseung x fem!reader
GENRE: smut, brotherâs best friend
TAGS: 18+!!, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), angst, cheating (donât!), jealousy, mirror sex, not proof read
WC: 10k
A/N: Hi!! :)) After a looong time I am posting, even though I am not satisfied with it. I have a lot of one shots written but I am too lazy to finish them⊠anyways enjoy the reading bye! <3
!reminder English is not my first language!
You were sitting on the couch, your legs pulled close to your body, and some soap opera was playing in the background, which you had turned on completely randomly. Your hair was messy, you were wearing the biggest T-shirt you could find in your closet, and black loose shorts. Your gaze was fixed on your phone, scrolling through Instagram, checking the time on your phone out of the corner of your eye. Your older brother Jake has been gone for over an hour and he said he would be back in half an hour because he just went to the store around the corner.
A small, tired sigh escaped your lips and you placed your phone next to you and leaned your head back. You took a deep breath and then you heard the front door open. Slowly, you stood up and started walking towards the hallway, because you knew it was definitely Jake, but you were shocked when someone completely different appeared in front of you.
He was tall, his shoulders broad, his hair longer than the last time you saw him and more attractive than before.
"Long time no see."
It came from his full lips and you blinked, still not believing that the boy you last saw five years ago was standing in front of you. He looked at you with his eyes and blinked quickly too, he was surprised. You looked... different. More feminine. Even though you were 3 years younger than him, you looked more mature than a girls his age. "Wow... you got big." He tilted his head to the side and said. His voice was more deeper than you remembered the last time. "Or is it just me growing taller?" He joked at which you chuckled and shook your head. You leaned your body against the cold wall, folded your arms over your chest and watched as one corner of his mouth slightly lifted.
"You wish, Heeseung. You're not that tall." Heeseung dramatically clutched his chest, which made you laugh, and he walked past you, his sharp cologne immediately entering your nostrils. He slowly began to look around the living room, where he had spent his entire childhood. Where he and Jake had played silly games and you always wanted to join them, but Jake always tried to push you away, while Heeseung was always extremely happy when you joined.
You watched him with your eyes as he took a deep breath and exhaled. You walked past him slowly, still watching him out of the corner of your eye. You entered the kitchen and leaned against the kitchen counter and when you saw Jake enter the room with full bags of food and a huge smile on his face, you raised your eyebrows.
"You didn't tell me that Heeseung was coming back." Jake rolled his eyes at your words and placed the bags on the kitchen counter.
"Why should I tell you. You don't tell me when your boyfriend is coming over." You opened your mouth and tried to say something, but Heeseung interrupted you.
"Boyfriend?" Heeseung's gaze shifted to you and he raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Since when?" You didn't expect Jake to say that right out of the blue and that's why you were taken aback.
"A few months now." Heeseung was surprised that you had a boyfriend. Jake had never mentioned it, but why would he? Why would Jake mention something that shouldn't interest him at all. But deep down, he was more interested than he should have been.
"Who is the lucky guy?" He joked a little to lighten the tense situation between you, while Jake was taking the groceries out of the bags.
"Insoo." His smirk immediately disappeared from his face and he tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowed a little as he stared at you in surprise.
"Insoo? As in Insoo Hean?" To be honest, you were surprised that he recognized him. But then you realized that Insoo was only a year younger than Heeseung. But what surprised you more was how serious and rough his voice was when he said it. It was quiet, but sharper than a moment ago.
"Yeah?" You asked him with a raised eyebrow. "Do you have a problem with that?" Heeseung didn't answer your direct question right away. For a moment, he stared at you with a strange expression that you couldn't read, his gaze firmer, and his eyebrows still raised.
"No, I just didn't know you were into guys like that." Then he said without any reaction and just shrugged.
"Guys like who?"
"Guys who talk more than they listen. Who like to be seen more than they like seeing people." You frowned at his harsh words towards Insoo and folded your arms over your chest.
"He is not like that anymore. He's different now..." You said with a slightly uncertain tone of voice, as if you weren't even sure what you were saying. Jake heard your serious conversation and laughed at the sentence that he was different and you glared at him. Heeseung looked at his best friend in confusion and then back at you. A small sigh escaped his lips and then he shrugged once again, trying to pretend that he didn't care even though deep down he cared deeply.
"Whatever you say, y/n."
After his sentence, you immediately went back to your room and lay down on the bed. You looked up at the ceiling of the room and a tired sigh escaped your lips. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual... You didn't expect to ever see Heeseung again. And you didn't even know that he was coming back home because Jake didn't mention anything. You hadn't even heard from him for a few years, as if Jake and he weren't even friends anymore.
You didn't know anything about him, in all those years. You didn't even mention him until he showed up in the hallway after five years. It was strange, stressful to see him again, but you were happy to see him. Or rather, more nervous, because he was no longer the little boy who had gone abroad for school. But he was a man who had become even more attractive than before.
His shoulders were broader than before, his voice deeper and his figure more masculine. No, you can't think about it like that. You thought to yourself.
You tried to put thoughts of him out of your head all night. But neither the music nor the series you were watching helped. Nothing worked to make you stop thinking about him. Stop thinking about how the smile slipped from his face when Jake said you had a boyfriend. About what he said.
I just didn't know you were into guys like that.
You didn't understand what he meant at all. Yes, Insoo is a bit of an idiot, but you like him, don't you? Insoo was nice, but sometimes he could be really toxic and very unpleasant towards you and your friends. Despite that, you liked him... Or?
You were interrupted from your deep thoughts by the ringing of the phone that you had on your nightstand. You turned around and picked up the phone and with a raised eyebrow you looked to see who was calling you.
Minji.
"Hello?" When you picked up, you asked confused.
"Why aren't you answering my texts the whole day? I was worried!" She said it to you with a scared voice and you laughed at her.
"Sorry."
"Is everything okay?" Minji could hear a hint of something wrong in your voice. "Did Insoo do something again?"
"No!" Without hesitation you answered and took a deep breath. "It's not about Insoo." You nervously started playing with the cover on your duvet.
"Then? What is it about? Did your stupid hot brother pissed you off?"
"Ai! Minji!"
"Sorry..." She laughed into the phone, and you rolled your eyes. "Okay, so tell me. What's going on?"
"Heeseung is back." Quickly, you answered and rolled onto your back, your gaze once again fixed on the ceiling of the room.
"Heeseung?" Minji had no idea who you were talking about at first, but then it dawned on her. "Wait! You mean stupid hot Heeseung? Your brother's bestfriend who you were madly in love with when you were like... like 15?" You heard her gasp in surprise on the other end of the phone.
"Don't say it like that".
"What? Should I say YOUR Heeseung? The one that you wrote about in your diary?"
"Minji!" You said into the phone with your eyebrows furrowed and your voice raised, and she chuckled.
"How didn't you know that he was coming back?"
"Jake didn't tell me anything. He just... showed up." The look of him looking at you in surprise and you looking at him flashed before your eyes.
"Romantic. So... how is he? Is he still ridiculously attractive? Or has he gone bald and become boring?" You sat down on the bed and ran your hand through your hair.
"No... he got... worse I don't know. He got hotter. Like really hotter. He looks soâput together. Taller. Confident. Older. Just... everything about him feels more intense... I don't know." For a moment you stopped talking, thinking about what to say next. "It's messing with my head." After a moment of silence, you admitted and a small sigh came from the other end of the phone.
"So your little crush didn't leave, huh?"
"No! Don't put it like that," you said without hesitation. "I have Insoo, okay?"
"Oh, Insoo? That asshole-"
"Don't start, Minji."
"No, you don't start." She said in an angry voice and then continued without thinking. "Let's not pretend Insoo is some angel you're committed to for life. The guy cheated on you three months ago and somehow talked his way out of it. He's been playing you like it's a game ever since."
There was silence again and when you were about to say something, Minji continued.
"He's manipulative, Y/n. You know it. He gaslights you when you call him out, and don't even get me started on how he talks about your friends behind your back... You've been different since you started dating him, and not in a good way." Minji was right, but you refused to admit it.
"He said he changed..."
"They always say that. You don't even sound convinced yourself."
After that conversation with Minji, you started to think. Had you really changed since you started dating Insoo? You didn't realize that you had changed, but maybe Minji was right. But you believed Insoo, despite what had happened a few months ago. We all make mistakes, but you were in a rough places both of you, and you two didn't really know if you would ever be together again. Many thoughts were running through your mind...
You slowly got up from the bed and headed to the kitchen, but you didn't expect to meet him there. He was standing by the fridge with orange juice in his hand, drinking from it. It completely reminded you of when you were younger. Nothing much had changed in his behavior over the years.
"Couldn't sleep?" He said as he finished the juice and put it back in the fridge. His hair was slightly messy, like he'd just run his hands through it a few times. He looked... relaxed. Familiar.
And way too good in just a black T-shirt and sweats...
"Yeah, you?"
"Same..." He said and leaned against the kitchen counter, watching you with his eyes. There was an awkward silence in the room, both of you didn't know what to say or rather you didn't know where to start. You swallowed loudly and leaned against the kitchen counter right across from him.
"So..." Heeseung started to pay attention when you started talking, "what's it like... being gone for five years?".
Heeseung thought about your question, but after a short moment of silence he said.
"Well... fast. Lonely sometimes. Worth it mostly." His answer was simple, too simple and you didn't know how to answer him so you just nodded.
"Was it hard being so far from home?" This question intrigued you because you could never imagine going somewhere abroad and leaving your family. Friends and everything else.
"At first... yeah. It was." He nodded, a small sigh escaping his full lips. "I missed the stupid little things. The smell of my mom's cooking. Jake's dumb jokes." He started to look around. "This house." Then his eyes fell on you. "You."
"Me?" You blinked at him in surprise, trying to suppress the blush that was rising to your cheeks.
"Yeah." The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, as if it was a completely normal thing. As if your heart didn't skip a beat at his words. "You were like what? 15 when I left? But you always followed us around. It was weird not hearing you arguing with Jake or stealing snacks when you thought no one noticed." His accepting words warmed your heart and you smiled softly.
"I wasn't that annoying." Heeseung noticed how you broke eye contact with him, as if you were embarrassed.
"You were," he said with a smile "but in a cute way." Your eyes met after a long time and your pupils dilated at his honest words and a soft blush entered your cheeks.
"What about school?" You cleared your throat and Heeseung noticed how you suddenly changed the subject, which made him chuckle. "What did you end up studying?"
"Business and media. It sounds boring, but I liked it. I met some good people out there. Some I still talk to. Others..." He thought, "not so much." He said with a laugh and you laughed too and nodded your head.
"Did you ever think about coming back sooner?" You didn't know where you were getting so many questions about him, but Heeseung didn't mind at all. He was actually glad you asked, because not many people had asked him anything about school since he came back. They were always the same questions. What kind of women are there? Alcohol? Parties? Clubs? Sex?
"All the time." He admitted. "But I wanted to finish what I started. I didn't want to come back just because things got hard." You could hear the sincerity in his voice and how he was trying to prove that he was brave and that he hadn't given up like the others in his year. And you admired that about him. There was silence between you, but it wasn't as awkward silence as before, it was more pleasant. It's like you both enjoyed each other's presence.
"Enough about me." He spoke up because his curiosity about you was growing more and more. "What about you?" You lifted your gaze that was fixed on the ground and looked at him in surprise.
"Me?"
"You've changed a lot. Not just the way you look-" He looked you up and down, thinking. "I mean, your energy. You feel... quieter. Different."
"That's not a bad thing, is it?"
"No." He shook his head and thought for a moment. "So... Insoo, huh?" He asked with a serious and curious voice. You were actually waiting for this question, but you didn't expect him to ask it so directly.
"What about him?"
"Just curious." Heeseung shrugged, as if it wasn't that serious. "How did you two meet?" You looked away and looked down at the ground again, your arms folded across your chest.
"At a party. A mutual friend introduced us." You looked at him, and he had an expression on his face that you couldn't quite read. "He was... charming back then. Funny. Kinda loud, but in that confident way." You shrugged, as if unsure of your own words.
Heeseung shook his head and muttered under his breath. "Yeah, I've met that type."
"What's that supposed to mean?" You raised your eyebrows, confused. You didn't understand his unpleasant voice and you didn't know what he was referring to.
"Jake told me a little bit. About the cheating thing." Heeseung's words surprised you, you didn't expect Jake to mention it. And you didn't know Jake knew about it. Well, things like that spread quickly... you should have expected it.
"It wasn't like that," quietly you replied, unsure of what you were saying. "We were in a rough place... he said he made a mistake."
"Right." Heeseung looked at you, not judging â just watching. "But he still made it."
You sighed. "Everyone makes mistakes, Heeseung. You know?"
"Sure," he said, voice even. "But not everyone repeats them. Or gaslights the people they say they care about."
You looked up at him then. There was no smugness in his face. No I told you so. Just calm honesty. And maybe... a little concern. The kind that's hard to ignore when it comes from someone who used to be just your brother's friend â but suddenly feels like something more.
"You don't like him." Heeseung looked at you again, his eyebrows furrowed, his lips in a thin line and a strange look, as if he was angry... But then he took a deep breath and swallowed loudly, as if trying to swallow all the words he wanted to say to you.
"It's late. You should get some sleep." He pushed away from the kitchen counter and walked past you, your eyes following him as he stopped in the doorway.
"Night, y/n." He looked at you one last time and then disappeared somewhere in the darkness, leaving you and your thoughts alone.
-
The sun was bright, the air warm, and laughter echoed over the waves. You were sitting on a towel near the edge of the group, your legs stretched out, wet from a recent swim. Insoo stood beside you, running his hands through his damp hair while cracking a beer open with his teeth like he was performing for an audience.
A few friends were scattered around â couples, loud guys tossing a football, girls adjusting their sunglasses and taking selfies. Typical beach scene.
You tilted your head back and let the sun warm your face. For a moment, things felt simple.
Until you heard a familiar voice shouting across the sand.
"Yo, Jake! You made it!"
You blinked, lifting your head â and then your heart jumped.
Heeseung.
There he was, walking toward the group alongside your brother, both shirtless and carrying a cooler. Heeseung looked tanner than before, relaxed in a way that made him seem completely at home. The girls nearby immediately noticed â a few nudged each other.
"Great." Insoo muttered under his breath. "Didn't know the prodigal douchebag returned." At his words you turned your head to him, your eyebrows slightly raised.
"What?"
"Heeseung." He nodded at Heeseung, who was walking towards you with a smile on his face. "Thought he was still off knocking up some random girl abroad." His words made you feel sick, but you didn't know if it was because you were jealous or because of the disgusting way Insoo used to express himself.
"Don't say that. That's not even true." Insoo frowned at your defensive words and sat down next to you, his hand resting on your thigh.
"Come on, babe. You don't actually believe he was just out there studying the whole time, do you?" His tone of voice was lower than usual, but Heeseung knew that Insoo was probably talking about him in a negative way. He didn't even have to hear it and he knew it. "Jake talks about him like he's some perfect golden boy. He always gave me sketch vibes." Insoo's eyes slid to Heeseung, who was talking to your brother, watching you both out of the corner of his eye. "Arrogant. Fake..."
"Heeseung's not like that." There was more sharpness in your voice than it should have been, which Insoo didn't like. He raised his eyebrows at you and squeezed your thigh tightly, sending an unpleasant chill down your spine. You always liked it when Insoo made small, gentle touches. Now? Now you had a strange feeling in your stomach...
"You sound pretty defensive." He spoke, confused.
"Because you're being disrespectful." You looked deep into his eyes, and Insoo saw something in them that he had never seen before. You had never looked at him so seriously as you did right now. "You don't even know him." You added and looked away, directing your gaze to the sea.
"I know enough. Guys like him act all cool and put-together but they're just full of themselves." He tapped your thigh with his finger, watching as your jaw clenched tightly. "Trust me, I've met a hundred of him." You couldn't listen to his stupid words anymore and so you stood up, his hand immediately slipped away and he looked at you in confusion. You brushed off the sand that was almost everywhere on your body, your heart beating faster than ever before.
"Maybe he's not the problem here." You suddenly and without thinking, let it out of your mouth and Insoo chuckled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You didn't answer his question, you remained silent.
Just then, Heeseung appeared next to you with your brother, both of them holding a small cooler filled with beers.
"Hey." Heeseung said in a soft voice, looking at you, not caring that Insoo was standing right next to you.
"Hey." You answered him casually, trying not to show how nervous you were feeling.
"Didn't know this was the cool-kids spot." With a smirk, he said, his eyes sliding from you to Insoo then.
"You must be Insoo, right?" Although there was no need to ask if it was him, because he could see the idiot from miles away. "Heard a lot about."
"Yeah, I could say the same." Insoo answered without hesitation, scanning him from top to bottom, judging. "Didn't know you were back." Insoo noticed Heeseung's eyes slide down to you and immediately his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, making you flinch. "I thought you were still living your international dream. Or knocked someone up and decided to stay there." You froze in that moment.
Heeseung's jaw tightened, trying to control his inner anger and a little jealousy. He still didn't flinch, but his voice was heavier and rougher than before.
"No kids." He let out with a sigh. "Not yet, anyways." There was a moment of silence, both of them watching each other with a little bit of fire in their eyes. "Didn't plan on staying gone forever. Some things are worth coming back for." For a moment his gaze fell on you, which Insoo noticed immediately.
"Right," he said measuredly. "how cute." You didn't know how to react or what to do, but you were glad that their indirect argument was interrupted by your brother Jake, who slapped Heeseung on the bare shoulder. "We brought drinks. Let's find a spot." He blinked and then they both moved away.
As they walked toward the rest of the group, you stayed with Insoo, watching Heeseung's easy confidence â how natural he seemed, how much lighter the air felt when he was around...
"Did you have to say that?" You turned towards Insoo, your tone more sharp than usual.
"What? What are you on about?" Insoo looked at you blankly as if you didn't even speak his language. But that only made you angrier. Why was he acting like he hadn't said something inappropriate a few minutes ago?
"You know exactly what I'm talking about. The whole 'knocked someone up abroad' thing? Seriously?" He shrugged at your serious words and ran a hand through his wet hair.
"It was just a joke. Lighten up, y/n." He said with a laugh in his voice, as if it didn't matter. You clenched your jaw tightly and shook your head.
"Yeah, hilarious." You had had enough of his excuses and so you turned on your heel and headed towards the sea. You heard Insoo shouting at you where you were going, but you didn't care. You had had enough. You didn't like the way Insoo treated Heeseung.
Slowly, you stepped into the sea, immediately the waves touched your ankles and then you suddenly dived completely in the water, hoping to calm down. You closed your eyes and stayed underwater for a moment, still trying to suppress your inner anger.
You didn't even know why you were so angry all of a sudden, but you were furious. Furious at how Insoo always behaved inappropriately towards your friends and family. You were fed up with it all.
Maybe Minji was right. Her words kept replaying in your head. But you still didn't have the courage to end it with Insoo. You love him, there's no doubt about that, but lately you've had mixed feelings about him...
After a long time you emerged from the water, the sun was slowly setting but the bonfire had just started. Your eyes fell on your group of friends who had beers in their hands and were drinking like there was no tomorrow. But your eyes were looking for him, even though you should probably be looking for Insoo.
Suddenly someone from behind sent a big wave towards you and you turned around quickly. He was standing in front of your eyes, his hair was wet and he was in the water just past his waist. Drops of water were running down his body and you lost all the words you wanted to say.
"You're hard to find." He suddenly broke the silence and chuckled.
"Maybe I didn't want to be found." You said with a grin and the corners of his mouth broke into a small smile.
"Yeah?"
At that, he splashed a big wave towards you again. Your mouth opened wide, surprised.
"Alright, that's how it is." he laughed, lunging forward to send another wave at you.
You two went back and forth for a minute, neither really trying to winâjust laughing like kids. At one point, a bigger wave rolled in and you nearly stumbled, but Heeseung caught your elbow before you went under.
"Careful." He said, steadying yiu.
"Thanks." You murmured, pushing wet hair from your face.
For a moment, both of you just stood there, water swirling around you as the sun painted the waves in streaks of orange and gold.
"I'm sorry about Insoo." After a while you said because you needed to get it out of your head. You needed to tell him that Insoo didn't mean it badly, he just sometimes says something inappropriate that he shouldn't. "About what he said." A small sigh escaped your lips and Heeseung ran his hand through his wet hair, his eyes fixed on you.
"Don't worry about it."
"No, really. He... sometimes tries to be funny, and it comes out wrong. I don't know why heâ"
"Y/n." His tone was deep and serious. "I said It's fine." After that sentence, you dropped the subject, even though it made you angry inside. But Heeseung was more angry that you were the one apologizing when Insoo should have been the one apologizing. Well, he didn't care. He didn't care what Insoo thought of him.
Suddenly, he stood up and started walking away from the water, while you stayed in place, your eyes fixed on his back. Suddenly your throat went dry. When did he get such a toned back? You thought to yourself, but you shook your head at yourself, but still you couldn't take your eyes off him. Drops of water slowly ran down his toned back and suddenly when he turned around, you looked away.
"Are you coming or not?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Heeseung felt your gaze when his back was turned to you, but he didn't say a word, but his heart skipped a beat inside.
"Hmm, I don't know." You said provocatively and threw your wet hair back. Heeseung smiled at you, immediately your stomach did a strange thing you had never felt before. You had butterflies in your stomach just because he smiled at you...
"Your call," he said with an easy shrug. "But you'll miss all the food."
That was enough to make you smile, and with a sigh, you started walking toward the shore where he was. Heeseung watched as you slowly stepped out of the water, your hair all wet, the setting sun hitting your skin.
When you appeared right next to him, Heeseung handed you the towel without hesitation, your fingers gently rubbing against each other as you accepted it from him.
"Thanks." You gave him a sweet smile, even though your heart skipped a beat and you felt extremely warm. You tried to suppress these thoughts about him. But it was hard. You thought your feelings for him weren't that serious... you really thought it was just a childhood crush, nothing more. But your feelings grew even stronger.
You wrapped the towel he handed you around your body and together you started walking towards your friends and the huge noise. You held the towel tightly, thinking and hesitating whether to bring up the subject of Insoo again.
"About Insoo again-"
"Don't." Heeseung cut you off without looking at you. His tone wasn't loud, but there was a weight in it.
"I justâ"
"No, seriously," he said, finally glancing your way. "I just don't get it. Why would you choose someone like him?" His question caught you off guard.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
He let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Come on, y/n. I've been back for whatâtwo days? And it's already obvious he's aâ" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "Forget it."
"No, say it." You said it because you were curious about what he meant.
"Fine. He's disrespectful. Not just to me, but to you." He looked at you again and you swallowed hard, shaking your head. "That comment earlier? That wasn't a joke, it was him trying to put someone down because he's insecure." You pulled the towel closer to your body.
"You don't know him like I do."
"Yeah, well, sometimes being too close to someone means you can't see the crap they're pulling," Heeseung replied quietly. His jaw tightened. "But from where I'm standing, he doesn't look like he deserves you." In fact, he didn't even know why he was telling you that or why this had been on his mind all day. But he saw you differently. Even when you two were younger, he always had a strange tendency to protect you from everyone, but he thought it was because he saw you as his best friend's younger sister.
But now he was starting to understand that you weren't just his best friend's little sister anymore. You were something more and you always had been. And that scared him, but at the same time he couldn't stay away from you.
"You can't just come back after five years and start judging my relationship."
"And you can't expect me to pretend I don't see what's right in front of me." he shot back.
Both of you walked in silence for a few steps, the muffled bass of music from the party growing louder.
Sudenlly you shook your head, your voice lower now. "You're reading too much into it. Insoo cares about me." He knew you didn't believe it yourself either.
"If that's how he shows it, then I'd hate to see what it looks like when he doesn't." Heeseung muttered, his eyes fixed on the bonfire ahead.
The flicker of the bonfire lit up everyone's faces, laughter and music mixing with the sound of waves crashing in the dark. As soon as you two stepped into the circle of light, Heeseung peeled away without a word, heading toward Jake and a couple of other guys.
You, adjusted your towel and made your way to where Insoo was standing bear the fire with a drink in his hand. His eyes flicked from your damp hair to the faint frown still lingering on your face.
"Everything okay?" He asked you, and kissed you gently on the cheek.
"Yeah. Just went for a swim... Sorry about storming of earlier." Quickly you said, forcing a small smile.
"It's okay." Insoo's gaze darted toward where Heeseung was now laughing with your brother. "You were swimming with him?"
You hesitated. "We just ran into each other in the water. Nothing serious."
Insoo hummed, not quite believing it. "You sure? You've been gone a while." You rolled your eyes gently at his strange suspicion, his arm suddenly wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer.
"Relax, Insoo. We were just talking. About random stuff."
He smirked faintly. "Right... 'random stuff.'"
You ignored the sarcasm and shifted the topic. "So... what did I miss here?"
"Nothing much. Just your brother trying to get everyone hyped for the party later. Oh, andâ" he lowered his voice, "âheeseung seems to think he's the star of the night."
You didn't answer him, you just stared into the fire instead. The warmth from the flames felt comforting, but your mind was still replaying Heeseung's words from your walk back â the ones you weren't sure you wanted to think about too hard.
One week later.
"I don't get why you're making such a big deal out of this!" Insoo snapped, throwing his hands in the air.
"Because it is a big deal!" You shot back, your voice shaking. "You promised me you'd be honest." You said with a sigh. "And now I find out you were texting her again?"
Insoo stopped pacing and stared at you, his jaw tight. "It was nothing, y/n." He stepped closer to you, but you took a step back.
"Just some dumb messages. You're blowing it out of proportion." He threw his hands in the air again, his anger growing.
You shook your head, hurt flashing behind your eyes. "Nothing? You don't get to decide what's nothing anymore. Not after everything."
He clenched his fists, staring at you, deciding if he should say what he is about to say. "So what do you want me to do? Keep track of every damn message I send?"
At that your voice softened but stayed firm. "I want you to actually care about how this makes me feel. Like you used to." Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you held them back.
Insoo scoffed at that. "Maybe I don't care as much as you think."
The words hit you harder than anything else. You turned away, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying.
"Maybe you don't." You whispered.
Silence stretched between you, heavier than before.
Then his voice dropped, quieter but still sharp as a knife. "Fine. If that's how you feel." "And with those words he left, leaving you alone in the room and that's when you started crying. Tears started to flow down your cheeks incredibly fast, you couldn't stop them. You sat on the bed and pulled your knees closer to your body, letting the tears flow freely and letting your feelings out.
You were sad, but more angry that Insoo acted as if what he wrote with that girl he cheated on you with back then meant nothing. You didn't understand it... Maybe it would really be better to just let it go. Let him and everything else go.
There was a soft knock on the door and a gentle voice that you didn't expect. "Hey, y/n are you alright?" You didn't answer. You remained silent. "Can I come in?" He eased the door open just a crack.
Your eyes were red and swollen, your cheeks stained from tears you hadn't fully let out. You didn't look up, staring instead at the patch of floor beneath you.
Heeseung stepped inside quietly, closing the door behind him. He took a slow breath, trying to find the right words to say.
"I'm not here to lecture you or tell you what to do," he began carefully, settling down on the floor a few feet away from you. "I just wanted to say... if you want to talk, or if you need to get out of here for a while, I'm around... You can talk to me." His voice was soft and for a moment you looked up and your eyes met his.
"Thanks," you whispered, voice barely steady.
Heeseung nodded, letting the silence stretch between you two for a moment.
"It sucks." Finally you said, breaking the silence. "I thought things were different this time."
Heeseung leaned back on his hands, looking up at the ceiling for a second before turning back to you, searching for the right words again.
"Sometimes people don't change the way we want them to. Doesn't mean you have to keep waiting around for them."
You swallowed hard, biting your lip, hoping to calm yourself down a little. "It's just... hard to let go. When you've already given so much."
Heeseung's voice was steady but soft. "You deserve better. Someone who doesn't make you question yourself all the time." He let out a sigh and then suddenly stood up and sat next to you on the bed. You blinked, a flicker of anger and sadness mixing in your expression.
"I don't even know who I am anymore with all this," you admitted. "Like I'm stuck between what I want and what I should do..."Â you said with a whisper, like you were afraid to say it loud.
Heeseung's eyes softened as he watched you, the quiet weight of your words settling in the room. After a moment, his voice came low and steady.
"And... what do you want?"
The question caught you off guard. Slowly, you blinked, caught somewhere between surprise and hesitation. It wasn't something you'd allowed yourself to consider deeply in a long time.
"I'm not sure..." you admitted after a pause, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sometimes I think I want to hold onâto make things work, even when it hurts. But other times..." Your fingers fidgeted nervously at the hem of your shirt, which Heeseung noticed. "I think maybe I just want peace. Maybe I want to stop feeling like I'm fighting a battle I can't win."
Heeseung nodded, absorbing your words without judgment. "It's okay not to have it all figured out," he said quietly. "No one expects you to."
You looked up at him again, meeting his gaze. There was something in his eyesâhonest, patient, steadyâthat made it a little easier to breathe.
"I guess... I'm scared," After a while you confessed with a trembling voice. "Scared that if I choose what I want, I'll lose everything else. But if I choose what I should do... I'll lose myself."
"You're not alone in that," he said quietly. "And whatever you decide, you won't be losing yourself. You'll be finding out who you really are."
You gave him a small, uncertain smile, the kind that felt like the first step out of a long night.
"Thanks, Heeseung."
He nodded, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Without hesitation, you hugged him, buried your face in his chest and he was surprised, he didn't move at first but then he wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you tightly. You could hear his heart beating incredibly and how his breathing quickened. He placed one hand from your waist on your head and stroked you. His touch was gentle and soft like you had never felt before. You felt comfortable in his arms as if everything that had gone wrong disappeared and nothing else mattered.
You both were like this for a while. Just you and him in a gentle and warm embrace, your tears gone. When you realized after a long time that it might be a little strange, you pulled away and looked at him. Heeseung's eyes darkened, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought. His breath hitched, his usual calm faltering.
Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned in. Your lips brushed softly, a tentative kiss filled with questions and unspoken things.
The kiss was soft at first, tentativeâlike testing the waters of something you'd both been holding back for years.
Your eyes fluttered closed, your hands tightening slightly around his shirt. When he pulled back just enough to catch his breath, you whispered, "We shouldn't..."
Heeseung's eyes searched yours, serious but not letting go. "Then tell me to stop."
Your voice was barely audible, shaky but honest. "I don't want you to stop."
He smiled faintly against your lips before closing the distance again, deeper this time. The kiss grew warmer, more certain, like a quiet promise made between two people who had waited too long.
Heeseung's hands slid up to cradle your face gently, thumbs brushing your cheeks as if memorizing every inch. You melted into him, every worry and doubt dissolving in that moment. You knew that it was wrong and that you were doing exactly what you and Insoo were arguing about. But with Heeseung... you felt like nothing mattered.
As the kiss deepened, Heeseung pulled you closer, one hand resting on the small of your back while the other tangled in your hair. He knew this was wrong tooâknew there would be consequencesâbut in that moment, none of that mattered either.
"Mmph." Heeseung hummed softly, his hands dropping to your waist possessively. Your lips fit perfectly with his, like they were made to. He deepened the kiss, sucking slightly at your lower lip. Your response was immediateâyou pressed closer, your hands fisting his shirt.
Slowly, you lay down, his body covered yours without putting pressure on you. He continued to kiss you slow and deep, like he had all the time in the world. His hips rested between your thighs, feeling the heat there. He growled softly, pulling back to catch your bottom lip between his teeth.
Heeseung's hand slowly slid up your side, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. You could feel how hard he was, when he pressed his clothed cock against your clothed pussy. When he could feel how wet you were, he let out a quiet groan against your lips, a slow grind against you that made both of you gasp. His tongue explored your mouth as his hips moved against yours in a rhythm that felt... far too good. One hand moved to tangle in your hair while the other stayed possessively at your waist.
Without hesitation you pulled Heeseung closer, while his fingers made their way to your inner thigh, resting there for a while. You felt like your whole body was on fire. Just then his fingers slowly inched higher, spread wide. He was careful, watching your expression, your reactions. His touch was soft, almost innocent, unlike the deep kisses stealing your breath. He realized your pajama shorts were thin, his fingertips grazing the fabric covering your core.
When he felt how wet you were through the thin fabric, his breath hitched. "Wet already?" He didn't expect itâdidn't expect his simple touches to have this effect on you. His fingertips traced your wetness, pressing gently against your clit through the shorts.
You weren't able to answer his simple question, so you just nodded which made him chuckle a little. The he swallowed hard, his fingers pressing down on your clit again. He watched you bite your lip, saw your thighs squeeze around his hips. He growled softly, "Take these off." It was a command, but his voice was gentle. Almost scared you'd refuse.
And so you did. Without doubt, you took off your shorts, revealing your naked wet core to him. His breath caught as he looked down between your legs, his eyes dark with desire. "Fuck," he whispered, a hand immediately moving to touch, to feel. His finger slid easily through your wet folds, collecting your arousal.
"F-fuck Hee-" A little moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers, teasing you.
"Shhh," he hissed, pressing his finger against your clit again. "If you keep making those noises, I'll fuck you instead of playing with you." His voice was rough, his fingers curling against your wet heat. At his words you swallowed loud, closing your eyes for a slight moment. But when he slowly slid one finger inside you, you opened your eyes immediately.
He watched your reactionâyour eyes darken, your lips part. His finger slowly pushed in deeper, testing how tight you were. He realized your inexperienceâhow you clenched around just one digit. He added another finger slowly, watching your expressions. "Do you always get this wet?"
"N-no just for you." Heeseung smirked at your honest words, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that spot that made you moan loudly.
"I bet that even Insoo couldn't get you this wet, am I right sweetheart?" He asked softly, almost dangerous. His fingers picked up speed slowly. His thumb rubbed your clit.
"No, fuck. No he couldn't..." With a shaky voice you let out, gripping the bed sheets tightly.
"Fuck, you're so sensitive," He hissed, feeling your walls clench around his fingers. He knew you were close, and so did you. "Come on my fingers baby," he whispered hotly against your ear, moving his fingers faster against your G-spot. "Show me how you cum..." His thumb circled your clit relentlessly. His other hand gripped your hip tightly, preventing you from moving away. "Look at me while you come..."
You listened to him and locked your eyes with his and he watched your faceâyour eyes half-lidded, your lips parted to stay silent. Your back arched slightly. His fingers worked faster, deeper. You were trying to be quiet, trying not to make a sound. "Jesus," He muttered, watching your body writhe silently.
Then, you pulled him in and kissed him deeply and he groaned into the kiss, feeling your walls tighten and pulse around his fingers. He kissed you messily as he continued to move his fingers, drawing out your orgasm. His tongue silenced your soft moans. When you pulled away, breathless, he slowly pulled his fingers out.
"Guys, I'm back." Your brother's voice suddenly sounded, and both yours and his eyes widened.
"Fuck," he hissed, quickly wiping his fingers on his shirt. "Put your shorts back on," he ordered softly but urgently. He stood up and started straightening his clothes, running a hand through his hair. Quickly, you put your shorts back on, brushed your hair a little with your fingers and tried to calm down.
Heeseung leaned back against the wall, looking completely at ease, like he'd been here the whole time just chatting. You shot him a glare that said don't you dare say anything. To not make it so suspicious, you grabbed your phone and started scrolling through instagram.
When your brother stepped into the doorway, Heeseung lifted a hand in greeting. "Hey, man. Just keeping your sister company."
You kept your eyes on your phone, trying to appear unaffected. "Yeah, we were just... talking."
Your brother looked between you two suspiciously, but shrugged. "Right. Well, I'm starvingâanyone up for pizza?"
âSure," Heeseung said easily, like he hadn't just had his hands all over you minutes ago. No one can know about this, you thought.
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The bass thumped through the walls, every beat rattling through the floorboards. The air was thick with the mix of perfume, cologne, and spilled alcohol, and you had been clinging to Insoo like he was your lifeline all night. Laughing when you needed to, sipping from tour cup when you didn't want to talk.
Anything to keep your eyes away from him.
But Heeseung was everywhere. Across the room leaning against the kitchen doorway, talking with people you barely recognized. Passing behind you in the hallway, close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne. Always watching.
When Insoo excused himself to grab more drinks, you took the chance to slip toward the quieter side of the houseâthe dimly lit living room, empty except for the low hum of the speakers. You thought you'd have a minute to breathe.
But you didn't.
"Still running from me?" His voice was too close, smooth but edged, and when you turned, Heeseung was already stepping into the room, shutting them off from the crowd outside.
âI'm not running," you said, crossing your arms. "I'm just here with my boyfriendâ"
"Insoo," he said flatly. "Yeah. I've noticed." His voice was annoyed, and you frowned at that.
"Then maybe you should back off."
He moved closer, his eyes steady, unflinching. "You really think that works on me? That I'll just forget a week ago?" Heeseung didn't understand why you were doing this. Why were you acting as if he hadn't had his hands on your body a week ago, as if your lips weren't kissing his.
"It was a mistake."
Something dark flickered across his face. "A mistake?" He let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "No... you wanted it. You still do."
You started to brush past him, but he shifted, blocking your path just enough without touching you. You wanted to run away and hide away from him. Then his voice dropped so low it curled right into your ear. "I know you think about my fingers every time he touches you."
Your breath caughtâyou hated that your body reacted before your mind could shove the thought away. "You don't know anything."
His gaze lingered, unshaken. "Sure I don't." he murmured, before stepping aside and letting you pass.
You didn't look back as you slipped into the noise of the party againâbut every beat of the bass felt like it was syncing with the memory you were so desperate to erase. Heeseung watched you walk away, leaving him and his thoughts about you alone.
The music hit you like a wave as soon as you stepped back into the crowded hallway. Conversations overlapped, laughter burst from the kitchen, and the air was almost suffocating compared to the quiet weight you'd just left behind.
Insoo spotted you before you could pretend to have been somewhere else. "Hey, babeâfinally found you." He said, weaving through people to hand you a drink. "Where'd you disappear to?"
You forced a smile, taking the cup from him. "Just... needed a breather. It's hot in here."
"Yeah, no kidding." He leaned in to kiss you cheek, but your body stiffened without meaning to. You hoped he didn't noticeâthough the way he hesitated afterward told you he probably did.
"You okay?" he asked, brow furrowing.
"Of course." Quickly, you said taking a sip to hide your expression. But your mind wasn't hereânot with Insoo, not with the party. It was still stuck back in that dim living room, in the way Heeseung's voice had wrapped around you, low and sure. I know you think about my fingers every time he touches you.
Insoo kept talking about someone they'd run into earlier, but you barely heard a word. Every time his hand brushed your waist or his arm slid around your shoulders, your body betrayed you- flashes of last week, the heat of Heeseung's touch, cutting through the noise and music like it had just happened.
"Y/n," Insoo said suddenly, giving you a light nudge. "Are you even listening?"
You blinked. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm listening."
But you weren't.
Across the room, you caught a glimpse of Heeseung againâleaning against the wall with a drink in his hand, watching you like he already knew exactly where your mind had gone.
"I'm going to get us some drinks." You announced to Insoo, giving him a sweet smile. Quickly, you disappeared, hoping that you wouldn't catch Heeseung, but the opposite was true.
Before you could protest, Heeseung was pulling you through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances, and into the bathroom. The door shut behind you with a quiet click that somehow felt louder than the music outside.
"Heeseungâ" you started, your voice caught between frustration and confusion.
He didn't let you finish. His gaze locked on you, intense and unyielding. "Was I just a distraction?" His tone was calm on the surface, but underneath was something sharper, something that cut like a knife.
"What are you-"
"To make you forget what he did to you?" he pressed, stepping closer your back hitting the bathroom sink, his voice lowering but his words hitting harder. "Or was it just you wanting revenge on him?"
You opened her mouth, then shut it again, your throat tightening.
âOr..." Heeseung leaned in, his shadow falling over you, "did you just want to feel better because he couldn't give you what I can?" Your heart rate increased and your breathing quickened at his words.
"That's not what it was." You muttered, but it sounded weak even to you.
âThen what was it?" His eyes searched yours like he wouldn't stop until he got the truth out of you. "What am I to you, y/n really?"
You inhaled shakily, the air between you two heavy. "I don't know, okay?" Your voice cracked, frustration slipping in. "You just... make me feel things I don't want to feel. You make me feel alive, seen... and I justâ" you broke off, shaking your head. "I can't stop thinking about what happened. I've tried to push you away but I can't... because you're everywhere."
Your voice softened, almost like you hated admitting it. "And I don't understand... what do you even want from me, Heeseung?"
For a moment, he just stared at you, his breathing slightly heavier, jaw tense. Outside, the music thumped, muffled by the door, but in here it felt like the world had shrunk down to just the space between you.
Finally, he leaned in, close enough that you could feel the whisper of his breath on your lips. His voice was low, rough.
"I want you." he said, the words punching straight through you. "I always wanted you, y/n. I've liked you since we were kids. Back then, I thought it was just a silly crush. You were always my best friend's little sisterâsomeone I'd tease, joke around with. Nothing serious." He shrugged, while you looked at him in surprise. When did you miss all this? And why didn't you ever notice that he had the same feelings for you?
He ran a hand through his hair, looking down for a moment before meeting your gaze again.
"But over the years, especially while I was away... I realized it wasn't just a passing thing. I can't stop thinking about you. About how much I want you. Not just as a friend, not just someone to care about from a distance." His voice grew firmer, more urgent. Heeseungâs breathing was harder and his heart was pounding uncontrollably.
"You know, when I saw you with Insoo at the beach... how you laughed with him, how he kissed you, his hands on your body I realized something." He paused, searching for the right words.
"I thought I was over this, that my feelings were just a leftover crush. But watching him act like that, it hit meâmy feelings for you are a lot stronger than I thought. It wasn't just childhood nonsense. It's real. And it's complicated..." You didn't know what to say to him. You'd never noticed it in him. But immediately a blush entered your cheeks and a chill ran down your spine.
"I don't want to be the guy who just stands on the sidelines anymore. I want you. I want you for myself. I need you. It's like... this feeling just keeps growing and it won't go away. And the more I try to ignore it, the more it takes over."
He took a slow breath, stepping just a bit closer.
"I'm not asking you to decide anything right now. I'm just telling you the truthâbecause I can't keep it inside anymore... I-"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Without warning, he grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His lips crashed down on yoursâhard and demanding. It was a kiss filled with anger, frustration, and desire.
His tongue slipped inside of your mouth, exploring it roughly and desperately. Slowly, his hands travelled down to your hips, lifting you up and letting you sit down on the bathroom sink, his mouth never leaving yours.
"Fuck Hee-" A loud moan escaped from your lips when you felt his hard cock against your core. You know this was wrong, but you couldn't help it. He made you feel like you mattered. Seen... and the way his touch felt made you lose your fucking mind.
"Fucking hell..." He groaned at your words, grinding against you to show exactly what you were doing to him. His hands moved to unbutton your jeans roughly. "Condom?" He asked hoarsely, already knowing he couldn't control himself right now. He needed to be inside you. Now.
"I don't have any." Out of breath you let out, your heart beating fast as never before.
"Fuck," he growled, his forehead resting against yours. "I don't have one either." He grinded against you again, his voice strained with need. "I can pull out if you wantâ" He left the rest unsaid, but the implication was clear.
"Fuck- just shut up and fuck me Heeseung." Your words were sharp and full of need. He didn't need any more encouragement. He kissed you harshly one last time before spinning you around to face the mirror. He pushed your jeans and underwear down roughly, giving your ass a sharp slap that echoed in the bathroom. He freed himself quickly, not wasting any time aligning himself with your entrance.
"I want to see your face when I fuck you." He gripped your hips firmly, waiting for you to comply. His cock throbbed painfully against your entrance. "Eyes on me, yeah?" He whispered into your ear and you did what he said. You locked your eyes with him, swallowing hard.
"Good girl." He praised darkly, his hand wrapping slightly around your throat as he pushed inside you abruptly without warning or preparationâjust raw need taking over completely now that there were no barriers between you.. His other hand gripped one hip hard enough that bruises might form later.."Look at me.." When he noticed that you closed your eyes, his grip tightened making you look into his eyes again.
"Heeseung~"
"Fuck, the way you moan my name..." He breathed harshly into your ear before biting down on your earlobe. "You tight little cunt..." His hips pumped into you relentlessly, the sound of wet suction filling the room."I've jerked off thinking about this every night." Your eyes widened slightly at his sudden confession, a little moan escaping from your mouth.
"Y-you did?"
"Mhm," He confirmed, his voice strained with effort. "Every fucking night." He shifted angles slightly so he hit your spot perfectly every time nowâmaking sure you felt exactly how much he'd wanted this. How much he craved for you. His hand moved from your hip to your clit rubbing it harshly..
"Fuck Heeseung please..."
"Please what?" Smugly he asked, knowing damn well what you wanted. He slowed his thrusts and removed his fingers from your clit, making you whimper in protest. "Tell me to stop if it's too much, baby." Mockingly he whispered, before slamming into you again, hard.
"N-no, no. Don't stop!"
"Good girl," He praised, his hips picking up speed again. To go even deeper he a spread your legs wider apart with his knees. His fingers found your clit again, rubbing circles aggressively while he fucked you. "You like being my good girl?" The pleasure was too much for you, so you just shook your head being unavailable to answer.
"Damn," He released your neck to spank your ass again, making you yelp. "Answer with words." Hoarsely, he ordered."Do you like being my good girl?" His hips snapped forward sharply again, making you moan.
"Y-yes, I do."
Loudly, he moaned at your wordsâhe loved hearing you admit that you liked being his. He fucked you harder, faster nowâchasing both yours orgasms desperately. His fingers worked your clit furiously while he watched himself disappear inside you over and over again. "I'm gonna come~" A loud moaned slipped from you once again as he kept muttering under his breath. "Fuck, fuck... Come with me..." His movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled as he approached his peak. He slammed into you one final time before burying himself deep inside you as he came hardâhis hot release filling you up completely as he held himself there.
For a moment, he stayed buried inside you panting heavily against your neck as he came down from his high. His softening cock was still pulsing inside you, leaking his release out around it.
When he finally pulled out slowly, he made you whimper at the sudden emptiness. His hands touched your shoulders gently, turning you around making you look into his eyes as he pressed his sweaty forehead against yours.
synopsis: Surely your sister's boyfriend didn't really mean what he said about you practicing blowjobs on him. Right..?
tags: porn with barely any plot
warnings: it might seem like non con but i swear reader wants it just as bad as heeseung does, rough unprotected sex, infedelity, mdni!
author's note: long time no see yall, i just wanted to make this oneshot for funsies and also cuz i havent written in a whileeee, but hope u enjoy
wc: 2.4k
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âI donât need a babysitter, Heeseung.â
You say it as soon as he steps through the door, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, like youâve been rehearsing it the whole time he was parking. He just laughs, because of course he does, and kicks off his sneakers in your entryway like heâs been here a hundred times, which, to be fair, he has.
âYeah, well,â he says, shutting the door behind him, âyour sister needs to make sure you donât burn the house down or, I donât know, join a cult while sheâs gone for one night.â
You roll your eyes. âOne twilight fan club meeting and suddenly no one trusts me anymore.â
He chuckles, and you canât help the way the corner of your mouth quirks up a little too.
Your sister has been dating Heeseung for a little over a year now. Heâs the nice boyfriend who always offers to drive when sheâs tired and remembers the way everyone takes their coffee. Heâs the kind of guy who knows how to fix things around the house and never says no when your mom needs help lifting something heavy. And now, apparently, heâs the kind of guy who agrees to babysit his girlfriendâs younger sibling when she gets called into the night shift at the hospital.
And with your parents out of town for the week, that means itâs just you... and him.
You sigh and plop onto the couch dramatically. âIâm old enough to take care of myself, you know.â
Heeseung shrugs, walking over to ruffle your hair in that annoying âolder brotherâ way. âI know. But I promised your sister Iâd keep you company, and youâre stuck with me now.â
You bat his hand away, trying not to smile. âThis is so unnecessary.â
âCâmon,â he says, plopping down next to you and grabbing the remote. âLetâs order something and watch a movie. I wonât even judge your weird taste in pizza toppings.â
You glance at him sideways. âEven if I order pineapple?â
He squints at you, mock serious. âI said I wouldnât judge. Doesnât mean I wonât be silently disappointed.â
You snort. âFine. But Iâm picking the movie.â
âDeal.â
You ended up picking some horror movie you werenât even that interested in, mainly because Heeseung was.
He looked way too invested, gaze fully locked on the screen, eyes wide in anticipation every time the music swelled like someone was about to die. His right arm was stretched across the back of the couch, resting loosely behind you. It wasnât really around you, not technically, but it was close enough that you could feel the warmth of him even without touching.
You sat there with your legs folded up on the couch, phone in hand, half watching the movie and half texting one of your friends.
Your phone buzzed again, screen lighting up with Lailaâs name.
Laila: so are u excited to meet up with jake tmrw?
Heeseungâs arm was still resting lazily behind you, completely absorbed in whatever gory scene was unfolding on screen. You replied.
You: i mean yeah ig
Laila: wdym ig? hes so into you and hes hot
You bit your lip, thumbs hesitating over the keyboard before replying.
You: yeah he is but it was just kinda unexpected
There was barely a beat before she hit you with:
Laila: guess what. i overheard him saying how he wants you to give him head
Your eyes widened slightly. Your stomach flipped. You hadnât really⊠thought about that, at least not seriously. You blinked at the screen, trying not to let your reaction show, but you missed how Heeseungâs gaze had slowly, quietly shifted from the movie to your phone, reading every word as your fingers hovered nervously over the keyboard.
You: nah i couldnt. ive only ever given a hand job.
Laila: cmon, all youâve gotta do is practice on someone before u hang out with jake
You stare at the text, already regretting telling her anything.
You: yeah, practice on someone who has a dick. im still alone at home.
You barely have time to hit send before a low voice cuts through the quiet, casual as anything:
âNo youâre not. Iâm here. And Iâve got a dick.â
You freeze.
The air stills.
Your head snaps toward Heeseung so fast you nearly get whiplash, blinking like youâve misheard.
âWhat?â
His eyes donât move from the screen, but thereâs the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips. âYou heard me.â
You clutch your phone to your chest, pulse spiking. âHave you been looking at my phone?â
He shrugs, finally glancing over at you. âYou didnât really try hiding it.â
Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.
âBut youâre dating my sister,â you say, because itâs the first thing that makes sense to say, even if your brain feels like itâs short circuiting.
âYeah. No shit.â Heeseung doesnât even sound defensive. He doesnât sound guilty. If anything, he sounds⊠amused. Like you just reminded him of something trivial.
Then he shifts a little, resting his elbow back on the couch behind you again, like nothing unusual was just said. His eyes flick back to the TV, lazy and unbothered.
âSo,â he says, voice smooth, âwhatâs it gonna be?â
You blink at him, stomach twisting in slow motion.
âWhat?â you whisper again, much smaller this time.
Heeseung doesnât look at you, but the corner of his mouth pulls up.
âYou need practice, donât you?â he says. âIâm right here.â
And suddenly, you're not thinking about Jake.
Not even a little.
âBut what aboutââ you start, voice barely audible.
He cuts you off without even glancing at you. âLook,â he says smoothly, âyou donât wanna embarrass yourself in front of whoever youâre meeting, right?â
You swallow, hard.
âI can teach you,â he continues, as if this is the most casual thing in the world. âWe donât have to do anything else. Think of it asâŠâ He pauses, eyes flicking up as if searching for the right word. âEducational.â
You blink at him, mouth slightly open, because thereâs no way this is actually happening.
He just sits there, relaxed, like he didnât just throw a lit match onto a gasoline soaked floor. His attentionâs shifted back to the screen, but the air between you now feels too thick to ignore.
You stare straight ahead, not really seeing the movie, brain spinning.
Itâs wrong.
Itâs insane.
Heâs your sisterâs boyfriend.
But⊠heâs here. He offered. And whether you like it or not, your curiosity is loud.
Your fingers twitch slightly at your side.
You go quiet, weighing every reason why you shouldnât against every beat of your pulse saying you might.
And before you can talk yourself out of it, before your thoughts even finish formingâ
Youâre slipping off the couch.
Onto the floor.
Onto your knees.
Silence stretches as you settle in place. You donât even look at him. You're too focused on the adrenaline creeping under your skin like a second heartbeat.
Above you, you can feel his eyes shift.
âWell,â Heeseung says, voice lower now, almost unreadable.
âYou catch on fast.â
"Let's just get this over with."Â
He chuckles and shrugs nonchalantly. "Alright then. Go ahead and take off my pants."
You look up at him with a mix of nervousness and eagerness to learn. His dark eyes gleam with amusement and lust as he watches you.
"Go on then," he urges with a smirk. "Take off my pants like I told you to."
Reaching out with trembling fingers, you start to unfasten his belt buckle. The leather is worn and smooth beneath your touch. Undoing the buckle, you unzip his fly and tug his pants down over his hips. He lifts up his own shirt, revealing his toned abs and v-line.
"Let's start with the basics," he says. "Get used to how it feels in your hand first. Go ahead and pull out my cock."
You hesitate for just a moment before reaching into his boxers and wrapping your fingers around his shaft. It's already half hard, warm and heavy in your grip. Slowly, you stroke him until he's fully erect, standing tall and proud.
"Mmm, just like that," Heeseung praises. He sighs at the pleasure.
You beam up at him, feeling proud of yourself. He smirks and tangles his fingers in your hair.
"Now put your mouth on it. Start with your lips and tongue, get it nice and wet."
You lean in and press a kiss to the tip, tasting the bead of precum that's already forming. Then you run your tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling him twitch against your lips. You take him into your mouth, an inch at a time, swirling your tongue around him as you go.
"Oh fuck yes, just like that," he groans, his grip on your hair tightening. "Use your hand too, stroke what you can't fit in your mouth."
You follow his instructions, pumping him in time with your sucks. He tastes masculine and musky, a bit salty from his precum. The sounds he's making spur you on, encouraging you to take more of him each time.
"That's perfect," Heeseung praises breathlessly. "Keep going just like that. You're a quick learner, aren't you? Most can't deepthroat this well."
You hum around his cock in response, doubling your efforts. He's starting to thrust into your mouth now, losing himself in pleasure. His fingers tighten in your hair and you can tell he's getting close.
"Mmm, yes, just like that," he groans, his hips rocking back and forth. "Take it all the way, baby. Show me what that throat can do."
You relax your jaw and try to take him even deeper, feeling his tip bump the back of your throat. You swallow around him, the motion making him shudder and curse. He starts pumping faster, chasing his release.
"That's it, fuck," he gasps. "Gonna cum so hard down your pretty little throat. You want that, don't you? Want to taste my load?"
You moan in agreement, the vibrations adding to his pleasure. He starts to thrust harder, holding your head still as he fucks your face. You breathe through your nose, focused on taking everything he's giving you.
"Shit, I'm almost there," he warns, his voice strained with need. "Gonna fill you up, make you choke on my cum. You ready for it?"
You hum again, a plea for him to give it to you. He lets out a low growl and thrusts deep one last time before stilling. You feel his cock pulse as he starts to come, hot spurts of semen flooding your mouth. You swallow quickly, drinking down every drop he gives you.
Then suddenly, he picks you up under your arms and plops you onto the couch. Before you can even ask what's happening, he's yanking down your pants and underwear in one swift motion.
"Hey, what are you doing?" you protest, trying to sit up. But he just pushes you back down and spreads your legs wide, exposing you completely.
"I can't hold back anymore," he growls, his voice low and rough with need. "I need to be inside you. Now."
Before you can respond, he's pushing your legs up towards your face, folding you nearly in half. The head of his cock prods against your entrance and then he's thrusting forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with one hard stroke.
"Ah! Wait! I didnât agree to this!â you cry out, wincing at the sudden intrusion. But your protests fall on deaf ears as he starts to move, pounding into you with deep, powerful thrusts.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "Gonna stretch this little pussy out real good."
You whimper as he continues his relentless pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. Your hands scrabble for purchase on the couch cushions as he fucks you harder, grunting with exertion.
"That's it, take it," he commands, one hand sliding up your shirt to grasp your breast roughly. "Gonna fill this tight cunt with my cum. Fucking breed you like the little slut you are."
Your head thrashes from side to side as he rails into you, hitting depths you didn't even know you had. The obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo through the room along with your moans and his grunts.
Heeseung growls possessively, giving a particularly hard thrust that makes you see stars. "Gonna pump you full and make you scream. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to."
His filthy words send a shiver down your spine even as you clench around him involuntarily. He curses and redoubles his efforts, fucking you with an almost feral intensity.
"Cum for me," he demands, reaching between your bodies to rub your clit in harsh circles. "Milk my cock with this greedy cunt. Now."
Your body obeys his command, tensing and shaking as a powerful orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, back arching off the couch as wave after wave of pleasure washes through you.
"Fuck yes, that's it," Heeseung groans, continuing to pound into your spasming pussy. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Gonna make me come so hard."
Your inner walls clamp down around him rhythmically, pushing him closer to the edge. His movements become erratic, hips stuttering as he chases his own release.
"Here it comes, baby," he warns. "Gonna fill you up. Fucking take it!" With one last brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you and stills. His cock throbs and pulses as he shoots rope after rope of hot cum deep into your convulsing cunt. You can feel him painting your insides with his seed, marking you as his. It's so much that some of it starts to leak out around his shaft, trickling down to pool on the couch beneath you.Â
Heeseung collapses on top of you, both of you panting and drenched in sweat. His softening cock slips out of you and you wince at the sudden emptiness, more of his release spilling out to mingle with your own juices.
"Fucking hell," he mutters, nuzzling into your neck. "That was incredible. You're amazing."
You can only whimper in response, still reeling from the intensity of what just happened.Â
He rolls off of you and pulls you close, tucking your head under his chin.
"We should do that again sometime," he says with a tired but satisfied smile.
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"i've seen it all" ‷ l.hs x reader đč using the hubby card on you and not leaving the room when you're just trying to get dressed Ë àŒ àłâïœĄË suggestive
all you wanted was to get dressed and go to sleep but your husband wasn't exactly being cooperative. 'cause right now you stood in the middle of the room, clad in a towel wrapped around your chest, fresh from the warm shower.
but there was really no peace on your end because there was a six-foot-tall hazard sprawled on your bed, arms comfortably wrapped resting behind his head and grinning with a plan of never leaving.
"heeseung" you tried to call out sweetly, trying your darnest to not roll your eyes. "can you pretty please leave the room for five minutes so i can change??"
he did not care, did not blink, just a "no".
"heeseung, i'm being for real"
still boring his eyes into your, his lips turned and started smirking. "and so am i"
you hands stay clutching your towel close to your body. "you're really not gonna leave?"
"we're married, i've seen it all." he just shrugs nonchalantly and and acting too cozy.
"heeseung!!"
"what? still shy, even until now"
narrowing your eyes at him and giving him your best glare did not work as he stayed still. "it's not about being shy, it's about privacy"
he just smiles wider, a smug and irritatingly pretty grin that you happen to love but also wanting to strangle him for.
sighing, "fine, but you can't touch" heading towards the dresser cabinet before letting the towel drop to the floor in dramatic flair. then, he leans back, arms still behind his head and you heard him inhale, very audibly.
"don't make this weird, you're the one that didn't leave"
"but this isn't fair"
"shut up" hissing back, minding your business and just trying to get ready for bed, pulling on your under clothing. but as soon as you bent down to grab something from your drawer you heard bed fabric rustling and movement then
smack
a sudden short pain caused by his palm over your bare backside gave you a playful slap. causing you to gasp out of shock. "lee heeseung!"
comes another smack like it was a reply, he clearly enjoying himself. "it's just a lovely greeting from me, babe"
"stop it, heeseung!" you laughed.
âi should do this every time you get dressed. it's like a reward.â immediately you move to start pushing him down onto the bed with a pillow to his face, laughing breathlessly.
âminjae-yah, look at all the toys!â your voice was bright, bouncy but trembling just beneath. crouching beside your son, one hand gently resting on his tiny shoulder as he clutched his stuffed bunny to his chest.
minjae peeked into the room and it was a wonderland of soft play mats, wooden blocks, books, and tiny chairs. the teacher gave a warm smile and crouched to his level. "hi, minjae! iâm your teacher. letâs play together today!"
but minjaeâs little hand clung tighter to yours.. his brows furrowed and his lips quivered. "mama, donât go."
"mamaâs just stepping out for a bit, okay? iâll come back really soon."
minjae shook his head, already panicking, and whimpered, "donât go, mama... MAMAAAAA!" a sudden shriek that tore through the room, followed by fat tears rolling down flushed cheeks. minjae latched onto your leg like his life depended on it, sobbing uncontrollably.
"donât go, mama! donât gooo!"
heeseung instinctively stepped forward, but you held up a hand.
you bent down, holding minjae close, whispering against his soft hair.
âbaby, itâs okay. youâre okay. mamaâs just going to step out and come right back. i promise, okay? youâll have so much fun, and mama and daddy will be waiting right outside when itâs time to go.â
but the toddler shook his head desperately, his fists clinging to your shirt. "mama, stay with me. please. iâm scared..."
you finally let the tears fall. face into his neck and held him as tightly as you could without crushing him.
âi know, minjae-yah. i know. but youâre going to be so brave. youâre my big boy, remember? just for a little while, okay?â
he cried harder when you slowly pulled away. now kicking, screaming and reaching.
the teacher gently took him into her arms, but he thrashed. "MAMAAAA!!"
you turned away quickly, couldnât bear to look. meanwhile heeseung guided you out the door, his jaw tight, one hand gripping your wrist like he was scared youâd run back in.
âbaby, donât look back,â he whispered as you broke down the moment they reached the car.
the moment the car doors closed, you covered your face and sobbed. chest felt like it had caved in, the echo of your sonâs screams still ringing in your ears.
heeseung reached over, rubbing slow circles on your back, his own eyes glassy.
âi feel like the worst mom in the world,â you hiccupped.
âdonât say that,â he whispered. âyouâre the best. thatâs why it hurts so much.â you looked at him, broken. âhe was begging me. he begged me, heeseung.â
âi know, i know,â he whispered, pulling you into his arms and holding you close. âi wanted to run back in too. but we have to let him grow just a little. just enough to know heâs safe without us.â
âbut what if he thinks we abandoned him?â
âhe wonât. heâll cry but eventully heâll play and learn. then weâll be right there the second he needs us again.â
ââ heeseung had an unusual ritual before every competition as a professional league of legends player. one that his ex-girlfriend could no longer fulfill for him, leaving him desperate enough to ask for your help as his best friend.
pairing! bsf!lee heeseung x fem!reader
genre! f2l, smut, porn w/ a dash of plot warnings! heeseungs a professional gamer, league of legend mention :(, oral (m & f rec), face fucking, deepthroating obv, praise? heeseung whimpers and whines here and there, masturbation (f.), unprotected sex, big dick heeseung, cum swallowing & eating oneselves cum?, overstim, lowkey the pussy made heeseung go insane, no dom/sub dynamics they just wanna freak it, hees a little awkward, weird and talkative. gooner shit.
note: minors do not interact. hello this is a rework of smth i posted on ghstzzn. it went from 3.3k words to 8.6k uhh yeah! also thank u to my wives @tinycatharsis and @prkhaven for beta reading and helping me with a lot of editing!!! i love u guys my little skrunkly omega polycule
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itâs been awhile since youâve had heeseung linger around your apartment for hours or even days like this. between his time spent with his now ex girlfriend and his professional gaming career, you had rarely seen him. you could only rely on the occasional short lunch meetings or quick coffee runs to catch up with your best friend.
itâs not that his ex disliked you, but more so disliked that you and heeseung happened to be an extremely attractive pair of friends and hated that people would confuse you both as a couple rather than heeseung and her.
you missed your best friend, and it comforted you to know that he returned those feelings.Â
before heeseung had stepped foot into a relationship with his ex, he would spend half of his time at your apartment. especially when he had a competition that was near, and you found yourself smiling at the fact that nothing's changed even now.
âare you nervous?â you ask him, watching as he packs little things he left at your apartment into a small suitcase for the gaming league. it was only one city away but these sorts of things take an entire weekend.Â
heeseung hums, shaking his head, his grown out colored hair falling in front of his eyes, âiâm confident.â you know heâs not lying either. thereâs not much you know about gaming, or specifically, league of legendsâbut according to your mutual friends, heeseung seems to be a god at the game. yet, he seemed so antsy about something.
âso what are you gonna do about your little pre-competition ritual,â you hope to lighten his mood, easing him of whatever that was on his mind.
âwhat ritual?â
you clear your throat, âoh, um. your blowjob ritual..?â
the question was asked with playful intention, but heeseung didnât react in such a way at all. the ritual, as you called it, was something heeseung accidentally created a few years ago when he had first gone pro. his situationship at the time gave him head right before he left as a sexy goodluck and a reminder of what he had waiting for him when he got back, but that day he had carried and won the competition for his entire team.Â
the next year after that he had gotten with his girlfriend and had shyly asked her to suck him off, to which she agreed and it had officially become a routine for every competition, including smaller, less meaningful ones because it was that serious to him.
âyou okay, hee?âÂ
âcan i ask you something?â he suddenly speaks up, voice way louder than he intended, causing the both of you to cringe at the volume. âs-sorry.. can i?â
you nod slowly, âyeah, anything. is everything okay?â
heeseung thinks for a few moments before speaking again, âitâs a little personal and itâs okay if you are uncomfortable with this and you absolutely do not have to say yes but i need to at least ask.â
âheeseung just say it.â youâre obviously nervous now, feeling like you mightâve crossed a line with your own question. the usually goofy guy in front of you now carried a dead serious expression, and it made your palms sweaty.
âcan you give me a blowjob before my competition this weekend?â
your reaction comes in three stages. the both of you stare at each other in silence for about three minutes before you burst out in laughter, which also lasts about three more minutes. but when you see heeseungs straight expression turn panicked, you go completely silent again.
âwait⊠seriously?âÂ
heeseung swallows before shaking his head timidly. he debated laughing along with you and passing it off as a complete joke but he felt the need to follow through. the room is silent again. your fingers subconsciously play with the zipper on his suitcase as you think about the question he just proposed to you.Â
your best friend, whom youâve experienced half your life with, just asked you if you could give him head before one of his league of legends competitions so he could win. and he meant it.
what was the right answer here?
âyou.. you don't have to,â heeseungs heart feels like itâs about to fall out of his chest. why on earth would he ask such a thing to his only female friend? no less, his best friend.
it was a joke. yeah, a joke! oh my god, why would i ask that, you pervert! you shouldâve seen your face! you guys joke like this all the time, this is no different. he could totally play this off coolly.Â
âitâs fucking stupid, i know. but it seriously helps me and you know she would do it for me everytime.â he began rambling without even realizing it, heeseungâs mouth completely betrayed his mouth the second he opened it. the air is so thick with tension you would have to take a chainsaw to it. ây-you arenât her, yeah, but i donât knowâit genuinely gets me through the competitions.â
heeseung lets out a shaky breath, âforget it. just ignore what i said.â
oh, he fucked up. why would he do that? what could he possibly do now when he could barely look you in the eye? heeseungs eyes flicker to the door. itâs less than ten feet away, i could leap off this couch and make it out of here in less thanâ
âwell, no heeseung,â you cut him off, âi canât just forget that you seriously asked me something like that.â
damnit. heeseungs fingers dig into his thighs. he felt nothing but shame. if you started slut shaming him right now, he wouldnât even blame you.
âplease donât make this awkward. you can say no and we can forget this happened.â
you could tell heeseung wanted to rip his tongue out, and to see your best friend this distressed over something so silly made you want to drop everything and get rid of those feelings for him.Â
âi mean, i never said no, did i..?âÂ
heeseung looks up, meeting your gaze with a shocked expression, âwhat?â
âyeah,â you nod, thinking over the initial question, âit doesnât hurt to think about it. i mean, itâs not like youâre asking me to fuck youâa blowjob wouldnât hurt us. especially if itâs going to help you.â
he blinks. heeseung might think youâre going insane, and heâs the one that asked you for the blowjob. no way you were actually considering this for him. and with the answer you gave him, he was close to picking you up and spinning you around in the living room just like every romcom.Â
what did he do in his past life to gain such a supportive, pretty best friend.
âso⊠youâll think about it?â your best friend's voice is quiet when he asks, like heâs scared to speak up any louder. âlike, seriously?â
âyeah,â nodding your head, you flash him a reassuring smile. agreeing to suck off your friend before his professional video game competition, a totally normal request.
when heeseung leaves your apartment, you immediately cuss yourself out. why the fuck would you practically agree to that? what the hell have you gotten yourself into!
but when you think about telling the boy no, your heart cracks. why? you donât know. but what you do know is that you would rather die than look at his big sad brown eyes when you tell him you can't give him a special blowjob for his special day.
you were no pro at sucking dick, but you were dedicated to this friendship.
heeseung bounced his leg with nervousness and anticipation. you texted him that you were on the way to his hotel, which wouldâve been normal and completely fine considering you attend all of his comps, but todayâs not just any other day. today was different.
you never answered his question.
he wonders if maybe you forgot about it. he also hopes you didnât forget. ever since he asked you the big question, heeseung couldnât get you out of his mind.
every night leading up to today, heâd lie awake staring at his ceiling trying to push every image of you sitting pretty between his legs out of his mind. the feeling of his cock hardening to the thought of you made him want to dive out of the nearest window.
itâs not like he didnât think you were hot or that the idea of being intimate with you disgusted him, but itâs the fact that he promised to never be like every other guy.
the two of you were very close. from cuddling while watching movies to holding hands in a crowded area to heeseung trying to beat up creepy men at dive bars for you (you always hear him say âyou shouldâve seen the other guyâ) you both had a tight knit friendship. he always promised that he would never cross that line. your best friend might be a total loser but he liked to consider himself a very well mannered gentleman at the same time.
that day, he did cross that already blurred line just by asking that perverted question. yet you were still attending something that meant the world to him when you couldâve told him to fuck off and die.
heeseung was ripped away from his thoughts when he heard a few loud, uneven knocks at the hotel door.
with sweaty hands and knees that felt like jelly, heeseung grips the door knob and opens it, completely fumbling the handle and plastering the fakest smile he could muster up. âhey.â at least his voice didnât crack. âwha-atâs up?â what the fuck.
âhi!â you hold up two bags filled with a variety of snacks with a large smile on your face, completely oblivious to the man mentally crumbling into nothing right in front of you. âi brought some stuff for this weekend.â
he clears his throat and steps to the side, letting you enter his hotel room. heeseung averts his gaze to the ceiling as you walk by him, afraid of letting his eyes linger. what if he accidentally looks at your ass?
âwhat time does it start today?â you ask, still unaware of the emotional distress your male best friend was going through. so nonchalant and unmoving. maybe you did forget afterall.Â
heeseung takes a seat at the desk in his hotel room, where he had a temporary p.c. set up in case he needed a practice game, settling his hands over his crotch because he was terrified that his dick would suddenly spring upwards if he looked at you one second too long, âuhh, itâs at six this time.â
âjeez⊠you guys won't be leaving until late then.â you glance at the clock and back to him. he has to leave very soon. but how do you casually start giving your best friend a blowjob within the next fifteen minutes.
âyeah, you know of all people that these things can go for hours. youâre gonna be there for the last few rounds right?â
you nod, wondering if heeseung could notice the way youâre practically gawking at him. was he always this hot? itâs stupid question when youâre fully aware of how attractive heeseung was and currently is. maybe it was the way he was dressed up for his competition tonight, or the way he leaned back on his hands and spread his legs comfortably, or it could be the small droplet of sweat dripping down his jawline onto his neck where you catch his adams apple bobbing when he swallowed.Â
the baggy black hoodie that you knew he was wearing by itself with nothing underneath paired with his baggy jeans that sat so perfectly on his hips. and it didnât help that his hair was freshly dyed that dark purple color youâve always loved on him. heâs fucking hot, why else would you agree to do any of this?
you wonder if heâs thought about this as much as you have. is he nervous? is he vocal? how long does it take for him to get hard and how big is he?
âhey,â you donât know where the confidence is coming from, but you find yourself sliding off the bed and kneeling in front of him with your hands on his knees, âyouâre gonna do great and win this, like you always do.â
heeseung almost chokes on his own spit when you suddenly slip between his legs, âwha- what are you doing..?â
âwell, you did ask for my help. or did you forget?â you ask him, genuine confusion taking over your once confident one. âi-if you already changed your-â
âno!â heeseung cuts you off, grabbing your hand with his sweaty ones. âi-i mean, i still do. i just didnât think you were down.â
you rub your other hand up his thigh, fingers mere centimeters away from his crotch area. so close to where he needs you, yet so far. âof course i am. what good are best friends if they canât help each other out?â
heeseungs breath hitches when your hand grazes the zipper of his jeans. he lets go of your other hand and you take it as a cue to keep going.
âjust let me take care of you, hee.â
and for the first time ever, that nickname made his cock twitch.
just the view he had of you sitting pretty between his thighs, hesitant but still full of confidence as you softly palmed him through his jeans was enough for him to have him leak through the material.
âcan iâŠâ you ask quietly, fingers on the button of his jeans. he nods once and gulps as you immediately pop the button open and move to the zipper. it feels like hours pass by when you slowly tug it down and pull his pants down below his hips.
you couldnât lie to yourself and say the bulge of his hardening cock, covered by his calvin kleins, wasnât making your mouth water a little. you push his hoodie up slightly, and the way your cold fingertips graze his lower stomach as you grab the waistband of his boxers has his stomach tensing under your touch. you let out a small gasp when his cock practically springs upwards when you finally pull them down.
your best friend is absolutely packing.Â
heeseung almost chuckles when he catches your reaction.Â
âdonât laugh.â
âiâm not.â
âi can see it!â you argue back. âyouâre about to laugh!â
arguing in this scenario only made sense for the two of you. this was probably the most serious you and heeseung have ever been with each other, and it was ironic considering itâs because of his dick.
âyouâre just big. i mean i- i wasnât expecting it.â
heeseung shrugs and holds his hands up in surrender, âwas i supposed to warn you? hey, my dickâs massive so be prepared when you come over to suck me off later.â
you had to admit, that did sound very egotistical and corny. and if he said something like that, it probably wouldâve turned you off.
 heeseung was growing restless in the chair, trying his best not to move but it was difficult when his fully hardened dick was standing tall directly in front of your face.
âplease just continue.â
âkeep up that attitude, and youâre getting nothing. you know we have less than fifteen minutes.â you retort after hearing him scoff.Â
âi can miss rehearsals.â
âheeseu-â
âgod, please let me just fuck your mouth.â
oh god. were you supposed to be this turned on? youâve never once heard your best friend sound this desperate and horny, not for you or anyone else. and something about the breathiness in his voice made you want to do more than just suck him off.
you bite your lip and look down in his lap, taking his cock in your hand with a soft but firm grip. you lean forward and let spit slowly drip from your mouth as you start pumping him.Â
heeseung lets out a quiet groan and you look up at himâwide eyes that are practically asking, is this good? you continue to gently fist his cock, getting him nice and hard before you start using your mouth on him.Â
âi really do hope you win.â is all you say before you kiss his tip and sink your mouth onto him.
the boy is practically seeing stars. you just started and heâs already moaning like a bitch. but it felt so good, he couldnât rip his gaze from you, focused on the way your lips wrap around him tightly and the way your cheeks hollow out as you literally suck him in.Â
âfuck, like thatâŠâ his hand finds sanctuary wrapped around your hair, not yet pushing you down on his cock completely, but more so as guidance.Â
you let go of his cock with a pop and continue pumping him with your fist, licking the underside of his base while looking directly into his beautiful blown out brown eyes. heeseung lets out a groan and his head falls back against the chair, making him look somehow sexier than before.
âyou donât have to hold back heeseung,â you mumble, but the lust was evident in your tone. âdonât be gentle, this is all for you.â
âholy fuck, please donât say that.â you giggle at his response and smile against his tip, smearing his precum across your lips before taking him back into your mouth. heeseung grips your hair tighter and pushes you further down his cock per your request. he can hear you inhale deeply through your nose as you attempt to take all of him. but of course you couldnât without sacrificing your throat.
you stroke what you canât fit and let heeseungs hand guide you up and down his cock. he uses all self control to not thrust into your mouth. heeseung hisses through his teeth every time your lips tighten around the tip of his dick, feeling somewhat more sensitive than he usually is. which he couldnât find in himself to even be embarrassed.
a guttural moan rips from his throat when your hand comes up to squeeze his balls, offering a helping hand in making him cum sooner. time was ticking and it made you anxious, but heeseung did not have a single care in the world, especially after what you just pulled.
he almost wishes he knew how fucking good you were at giving head before all of this. your mouth was so warm, wet and tight around his cock. heeseung genuinely thinks this is one of the best blowjobs heâs ever gotten â he was on cloud fucking nine. his hips buck, suddenly pushing his cock deep inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. you let out a surprised cough, but that reaction only spurs your best friend on, pushing your head down until your nose is brushing against his lower stomach.
maybe it was the fact that youâre his best friend. sure, itâs not taboo by any means, but there are lines that are never to be crossed in these sorts of relationships, but a few rules could be broken.
âoh my god,â he whines, âyouâre so good at this. fuckâgod, donât stop.â
his words, his moans, his whinesâthey all send tingles down your spine and straight to your core. you couldnât ignore the throbbing in your cunt for any longer.Â
you continue to squeeze and fondle his balls as you let heeseung completely take over and guide your head deeper down his cock, thrusting his hips upwards and meeting your mouth halfway. your other hand grips his thigh, an attempt at keeping you stable and relaxed as he abuses your throat with the tip of his cock.Â
the groan that leaves your mouth when he tugs your hair tighter is accidental, causing you to look up at heeseung to see how heâs holding up. he looks beautiful like this. a pink blush across his cheeks, damp forehead, and hazy red eyes. you were surely dripping through your panties now.Â
âyeah? you like t-this too, huh?â heeseung spits out. now youâre almost jealous of every woman heâs managed to pull, because fuck did that just turn you on even more. âwant me to use your mouth however i want?â
you moan in response, nodding your head. you could easily tell he was still nervous and trying to gauge the way you respond to him, heeseung lets out a long exhale as he shoves your head down his cock again. tears line your eyes and threaten to spill over, as you try to relax your throat to take him completely.Â
ây-youâre taking me so well, yâknow that? so good, baby.â
immediately, your hand that was once on heeseungs thigh is making its way down and into your shorts. you were soaked and you could feel it through the rough fabric.
heeseung lets out another choked moan when he notices your hand slipping inside your shorts, circling your clit as you let him use your throat as he pleased. how badly he also wished you would just take those stupid shorts off and let him see exactly what youâre doing. the boys brain short circuits when he pictures you laid out all dolled up just for him, legs spread wide as you showed him how you make yourself feel good when no one else can.
âplaying with yourself while you let me use this pretty throatâŠâ heeseung groans, lifting your head for a mere second before pushing you down his cock again. your hand tightens around his balls and he whimpers at the sudden action. âf-fuck, wait donât do that.â
you let out a whine, tears falling down your cheeks, you were already so close and heeseung hasnât even come yet.
heeseung gets rougher, no longer guiding your head but meeting you halfway by thrusting his hips upwards. your lips were burning and there was spit completely covering your other hand and chin. but still, you continue to suck his cock as if it were your last meal, letting him force his way down your throat.Â
ââm so close. so fucking close.â now you're both whimpering. âfuckfuckfuck, gonna cum soon, baby. keep going, please, hahâyou feel so fucking good.â
his words were enough for you to hit your peak, an orgasm washing over your body immediately. youâre squirming and whining, sending vibrations down heeseungs cock.Â
âah, fuck,â he continues to let words fall out of his mouth in the form of broken moans, ây-yeah, âts so good. feels so good. i cantâi canât hold it.â heeseung suddenly pushes your head all the way down, your nose making contact with the soft hair at the base of his cock, and he cums.Â
thick, hot ropes of cum covering the back of your throat. youâre gagging and choking at the full, suffocating feeling, wanting to pull back so badly, but he doesnât stopânot until heâs milked completely dry.Â
after what feels like an eternity, he lets go and you pull away, gasping and coughing but swallowing most of his cum in the process. your hands fly to your neck and you massage it while you try to catch your breath.
heeseung on the other hand was breathing heavily, unaware of your struggling breathing because he was too busy basking in the aftermath of the most intense orgasms heâs ever had.
âholy fuck.â he breathes out. his hand laid atop of where his heart was pounding in his chest, rubbing the area as if the repeated action was going to calm it down.
you look up at the male, who seemed like he was about to pass out, feeling suddenly alerted. âhee, you have to go.â your voice is raspy and weak.
âi canât.â he responds, out of breath. âthat was amazing. i literally canât move.â
you stand up and pull him upwards with you, balancing him carefully when he stumbles forward. âseriously, you have to go⊠like right now!â now youâre putting his cock away for him, he hisses loudly at the roughness in which you handle it, but you ignore it and zip up his jeans. ânow.â
heeseung sighs and looks down at you, holding you by the shoulders. âdid you.. get off like that?â
you tighten your lips and nod hesitantly.
âgood god, youâre a fucking angel.â he breathes out, wanting nothing more than to throw you down on the bed and fuck you until he physically cannot. âplease, please be here when i get back, iâm literally begging you.â
you nod at him, reassuring him that youâll be here when heâs done as you usher him out of the hotel room. âi will, hee. just go.â you suppose this is what best friends are for after all.
âand do not show up to the comp tonight or i will be hard the entire fucking time.â
the hotel door slams and it makes heeseung jump out of his skin. you rushed him out so fast that he felt like a sneaky link escaping your room so nobody would find out. except it was his room and he didnât care if anyone knew.Â
heeseung pats down his front and back pockets, immediately turning around because he realized he didnât have a single one of his necessary items on him.
a soft, hesitant knock pulls you away from the bathroom sink where you were trying to rinse the sticky coating your best friends cum left behind in the back of your throat. you pull open the door, revealing a very embarrassed heeseung with disheveled hair pushed back under his hoodie.
âwhat are you doing back? you literally have minutes before the event starts.â you question him. he hooks his thumbs in his pockets and kicks his foot at the carpeted hotel floor nervously.
âi.. um, i left my phone⊠and door key⊠and also my wallet.â he mutters, unable to look you in the eye. one glance at you had his dick and brain feeling all fuzzy and warm. your eyes were red from when you teared up earlier and your lips were swollen and moist. âcan you please grab them?â
you nod and spin around, walking around the room as you frantically collect the items he needed. quickly, you walk towards him again, pushing everything against his chest, not caring that he was struggling to carry it all.Â
âgo.â
ây-yes maâam,â heeseung blurts out before walking away, not before tripping over his own feet and cursing himself out under his breath.
the event had started as soon as heeseung got down to the lobby where it was being held, being immediately ushered into a room where he waited for his team to start. he couldnât even bother to participate in any pre-game interviews or cheers because he could not get his mind off of you.
now that he had recovered from his post orgasm bliss, the post nut clarity was hitting hard and god was he starting to feel all sorts of unwanted emotions. guilt, sadness, horniness, more sadness.
did he completely fuck up what you guys had? were you mad at himâis that why you rushed to get him out of the room?Â
he was overthinking everything. but he couldnât help it. not when there was a possibility of you leaving the hotel right now and blocking his number.
as he followed his teammates out to the lobby, where the main stage was set up, his eyes scanned the area in search of you even though he told you not to show up. perhaps his message came off wrong⊠maybe you think youâre unwanted now. like you had one purpose and it was toâ
â...lee heeseung?â
heeseung looks up, not even registering that all eyes were on him, waiting for his pre-competition speech. he stands up, almost tripping over the chair in the process before gabbing the mic from the MC with sweaty hands.Â
he smiles awkwardly when she side eyes him while wiping her hands on her pants and steps back, letting the camera capture the panicked male in his entirety, âuh.. yeah. th-thanks for coming out or tuning in to watch and support us once again. we wonât disappoint.â
the mic is ushered back into the MCâs hands before heeseung is quickly taking a seat again, trying to ignore all the attention. he just needs to get through this⊠thatâs it. then heâs free to fix whatever he possibly destroyed between the two of you. if he even did such a thing.
five hours. five whole hours that heeseung had to endure before he could even think about leaving. and it was awful.
it was to the point where he had to buy merch from his own team just to get out of his soaked through hoodie because he could not stop the anxious sweating. even his teammates were concerned and asked if he needed to step down tonight, but he persisted. because honestly, he needed the distraction. even if it barely worked.
because as soon as heeseung saw a clearing, he was booking it to the elevator, ignoring the baffled stares from the press. he won, sure, but nothing was worth celebrating when he had no idea what was going through your mind right now. it seemed so, so good in the moment and heâs mentally praying that you didnât budge. that you wanted this just as badly as he did.
standing in front of his hotel room door, heeseung practices all the dialogue outloud over and over again, gaining weird stares from the few people passing by.Â
âlook, it wasâit was good⊠really good and i understand if you donât want anything more-â he pauses as a younger couple walks behind him, obviously whispering about him. heeseung gives them a soft smile and wave. âiâm just.. just talking to myself.â
they simply nod. he rests his forehead against the wooden door and sighs. itâs now or never. he places the keycard against the metal lock and waits for it to blink green. with a hand on the knob, he counts down and turns it, pushing the door open with confidence.
except it doesnât open. even after a few more pushes, it doesnât budge any wider than three centimeters.
and before heeseung could even begin to think clearly, he panics instead. the door remained open as far as it could possibly go, âhe-hey⊠you in there?â he called out with a shaky voice. thereâs no response, and he couldnât listen for any movement, not over the white noise coming from the ac unit in the room.Â
anxiety rises in his throat. âi get it if you think things are weird between us now⊠i really do.â heeseung leans his body against the door, his face right next to the opening so you could hear him clearly if you were in the room still. âi thought that you thought it was great and that you enjoyed it as much as i did. but i know i can be oblivious and maybe i read into it wrong?â
it was pathetic, really. the way his body was slumped against the door as he practically clawed at the gap revealing a sliver into the room. heeseung wasnât even sure you were in there, and any rational thinking was left downstairs, because how else would the deadbolt be holding the door shut if you werenât in there.
âi still want us to be friends if anything so please just.. if youâre in there please let me in so we can talk.â he shifts his weight, looking behind him in case he needs to room with one of his teammates. âif youâre not then⊠then iâm going insane. god i just want y-â
heeseung doesnât even register that heâs fallen completely flat on the ground until you shout his name.Â
âheeseung! are you okay? why were you leaning against the door? i was trying to open it for you and-â
but your words are defeaned by the ringing in his ears, not because it hurt really fucking bad when he fell, but because heâs shocked to the core that you were kneeled in front of him.
âyouâre still hereâŠ?âÂ
you look at him in confusion and he finally pulls himself together. he notices the wet hair first, then your bare shoulders then does he finally notice the thin hotel towel wrapped around your body. oh.
âi said iâd be here⊠i locked the door because i was showering and was scared room service would come in.â you shyly admit to him.Â
âoh.â
you nod and give him a tight smile. the two of you were still on the ground and youâre not sure if it was the right moment to help him up yet.
âdid you hear everything i said?â
âevery word.â
âoh.â
heeseung suddenly pushes himself upwards, knocking into you and sending you falling backwards onto your ass. âoh fuck.â
âheeseung, itâs oka-â
he grabs you in an attempt to âsaveâ you but it only causes you to panic and grab him at the same time, causing you both to fall to the ground together before you could even get back up.
and now heeseung has to try really fucking hard to not look down and stare at the towel that fell right below your tits, now only being held up by his hands on your sides.
âdid you win?â
your best friend lets out a laugh, finding the question almost relieving because of how casual it was considering the situation the both of you ended up in, âof course i won.â
you smile at him, resting a hand on his chest, immediately noticing the new shirt, âso it worked.â
âit did. it worked almost too well.â his voice was low now, he was trying to study you just by your body language now. he overreacted for nothing.
you didnât even attempt to move away from him, or wiggle out of his hold. and you continued to keep the same alluring smile on your face, not letting it falter once. you reach up and run your fingers through his hair, âso⊠do you want to continue your speech?â
âwhat speech?â as soon as he speaks those words, he realizes exactly what you were talking about. he lowers his head in embarrassment, eyes locking onto your breasts. âi donât wanna talk about it actuallyâŠâ
âyou donât? so you wanna stay just friends?â
heeseung lifts his head, eyes blown out in panic. âwaitâno! no⊠thatâs not fair.â
you giggle at his vulnerable state. it was endearing to you and you were sure of your decision at this moment.Â
âitâs not funny.â he looked like a puppy, lips pouting and eyes full of guilt and sorrow, but all you could see was yourself in the center of his pupils. you knew that his words and actions meant way more than what he let on. âi thought i scared you away with my⊠you know.â
you shush him and place your hand on his jaw, turning his head towards yours, âi know, you donât have to explain yourself.â
âreally? i was terrified thinking you thought i used you to get off for this stupid gaming shit.â
his words made your heart flutter, because even though he was terrible with words, you still understood what he was trying to say.Â
âi feel the same way, heeseung.â
his eyes flicker with confusion. did he black out and confess already? âwhat? iâm confused.â
âi know you like meââ the male goes to speak but you stop him with a finger to his lips. âand i do too! why else would i even agree to such a thing. why else would i stay? you know i donât do these things just for pleasure.â
âr-right.â heeseung clears his throat but it doesnât help because he honestly had no idea what to say. so he lets his body talk. his eyes leave yours and follow the few droplets of water racing each other down your chest.Â
âi really do like you.â
âi know.â
âand i seriously want to be with you.â
âis that so?â
âand i couldnât stop thinking about you during the comp.â
âreally now.â
âyes, i was confused. my dick was confused.â
you roll your eyes and release yourself from his hold, pulling the towel up over your chest and standing. heeseung remains on his knees, watching as you walk away from him. panic strikes him for the fourth time that night and he stands up, following you to the other side of the room. âwait, hold on!â
âno, iâm tired of waiting.â you sigh and plop down onto the mattress, looking up at him with pleading eyes.
itâs like a lightbulb went off in his head. oh. he understands now, he really really understands now. this is a new look coming from you, one that he caught a mere glimpse of earlier, one that heâs never seen beforeâin what context would he have been able to?
âi am so,â heeseung hovers over you, lowering himself and resting his hands right beside your legs. you lean backwards, guiding him onto the bed. âso glad you said yes.â
âwhy?â
âhow else could i get you like this?â he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw line. âcanât think of a better way to make you mine.â
it wouldâve been sweet, it really would have. except you both only came to this realization that you had feelings for each other because you gave him a blowjob as a helping hand to his professional gaming pre-competition ritual.
âwell, normally people start by confessing their feelings before getting sexually involved with their best friends.â
heeseungs face heats up at your response, mostly because you were right. âi donât think our friendship has ever been normal by society standards.â
you lean back, pulling him closer to you by his t-shirt, the cotton was embarrassingly damp from his sweat. âare you nervous?â
he chuckles softly and nods, âi was.â
âbecause of me?â you ask him slyly, by now your back was against the pillows, wet hair sticking to the soft pillow cases.Â
âi was losing my mind.â heeseung responds with an exhale. you bring your knees up to his sides, trapping him between your legs, not that he minded. you were being cocky but he found himself slowly becoming obsessed with that side of you.
the towel was just laying lazily across your torso, and your ass was bare against his hips. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans, and after waiting hours for him to come back, you wanted nothing more than to just rip through the fabric and take him all night.
and heeseung was doing no better than you were. he had to slow each and every movement because his hardon was painful at this point, tight against the zipper.
âi seriously need you right now or i might start climbing these walls.â he breathes out, leaning his forehead against yours. your eyelashes brush against his, and you realize that this moment felt more intimate than anything you experienced with him earlier in the day.
âiâm not going anywhere.â
his lips are against yours in seconds, pushing you flat against the pillow as he captures you in a kiss that showed every feeling he wanted to convey but didnât have the words to. he moves down to your jaw then chin, then back to your lips. like he couldnât focus on one part of you, and was making up for time.
your hands are gripping at the t-shirt sticking to his skin, moving lower to hook your fingers under the soft cotton. he lets you pull it over his head with ease, messing his purple hair up in the process.
his hips grind against you when he leans back down to trap you in a kiss so passionate that your teeth are clashing against each other.Â
god, he didnât even know where to start. you laid under him so pliant and willing, letting him have you all to himself. his brain was a puddle splashing around against his skull. meanwhile, you pull back, tugging on his bottom lip with a smirk as you slowly pull the towel to the side, revealing everything you had to offer to heeseung.
heeseung settles between your legs, leaning back on his legs. he brings his hand down to your breast, thumb ghosting over your soft buds as he slides down your side, âi could spend all night staring at you.â
âdonât,â you hum, pulling on his arm to tug him closer again, âyou can stare all you want when youâre inside me.â
your words make him gulp. that one sentence set him back in reality, the one where he was between your legs itching to fuck you. this was unreal to heeseung, you were all his.
heeseung lowers his gaze, his heart almost dropping to his ass when he lays his eyes on the one thing heâs been thinking about all night other than your destroyed friendship. you instinctively try to close your legs but his hands are quick to grab your thighs and keep them held open around his hips.
nothing in the world was more beautiful than the gift you kept between your thighs. you were serious when you mentioned that you were tired of waiting, it was obvious in the way you were soaking wet, slick spilling from your lips to your inner thighs. heeseung begins to move back on his knees, situating himself to absolutely devour you but you stop him before he could get any further.
âno.â you pull him by his wrist and he shoots you a confused look, a glint of terror in his eyes because he thinks he offended you somehow.Â
âwhat⊠why?â heeseung asks you, his hands ghosting over your skin now.
âbecause i told you i want you inside of me. now.âÂ
he has to stop his eyes rolling to the back of his head. as much as he wanted to eat you out and give you the pleasure you deserve for hours, he cannot ignore the way his cock went from a sweet, sensational throb to the most painful hard on heeseungs ever had.
you watch as he fumbles with the button on his jeans, cursing to himself when it gets stuck. it was truly endearing, seeing him like this, and it reminds you of the years of friendship you had with this man, and how lucky you were to have him in your life to this day. of course, you never expected this day to come either. you also never expected heeseung to be so eager to make you cum.Â
he pushes his jeans past his hips, finally freeing himself from the confinement of the fabric. there was sweat dripping from his forehead and he was hoping to god that it wouldnât turn you off now.Â
âare you sure?âÂ
âiâm sure,â you reassure him, trying to keep eye contact with him. he stutters in his movements, like he was unsure of what to do next and you roll your eyes, âheeseung just fuck me already.â
âo-okay, yes maâam.â
if it werenât for his tip sliding through your wet folds, you wouldâve laughed in his face. but you couldnât because heeseung was torturing not only you but himself, gliding his length up and down sending shivers down your spine every time he puts pressure on your clit. the action makes your thighs push together, heeseung grunts and holds your legs at an angle, suddenly stronger than what youâve seen from him.
finally, when he decides to stop edging himself, he slides his cock in slowly, eyes rolling back when he feels your walls squeeze him tightly. you were doing your best to adjust to his size since you were both too eager, but it was damn near impossible. maybe he should have given you a heads up.
âjesus heeseung, youâre huge!â you breathe out, gripping whatever you possibly could to ground yourself. he shakes his head and groans, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in, his hips flush against you. this makes you gasp out, reaching for him.
heeseung leans into your touch, letting you wrap around his neck. he starts off with slow, sensual thrusts, like he was trying to savor each and every feeling you were giving him without even doing much. he buries his head in the crook of your neck, letting out soft groans with every thrust as he gradually speeds up his pace. you could feel the sweat dripping off his skin onto yours, and to most people itâd be a turn off, but for you it was a confidence booster because you knew it was you that made him this nervous and feel this good.
your grip on him tightens when he starts leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck, occasionally biting down when a particular movement feels just right to him. heeseungs pace is quicker now, the sound of wetness filling up the small hotel room. each whine that leaves your mouth goes straight to heeseungs cock and he has to hold back from cumming way too early just for you.Â
he brings his head up just enough for you to feel his breath his your ear, âyou feel so good⊠so fucking good.â
you try to respond but the way his tip was kissing that spot deep inside of you, you knew itâd just come out as gibberish. heeseung shakily brings himself back up to hover over you, repositioning himself before slamming back into you. his eyebrows furrow like he was focused, and god was it the sexiest thing youâve ever seen.Â
before you could do anything else, he leans back down, slotting his lips perfectly against yours again. you moan into his mouth and he eats up every little noise you give him.Â
heeseungs movements get sloppier and desperate, not just his thrusts but his entire body was trembling just enough for you to notice. his hands were suddenly all over your body, unable to stay in one spot. he breaks the kiss and lowers his head, choking out a string of intelligible words. âhahâshit⊠fuck!â his lips attach to your tit, sucking and pulling at your nipple with his teeth.Â
he lets go with a loud pop, âcanât,â he thrusts deeper, âreally canât,â itâs pathetic now, âiâm g-gonna cum, baby.â he was panting against your skin, and you could tell he was about to lose his mind in you.Â
âplease, hee.â you whine in response. he brings his hand down and attacks your clit with his fingers, pinching and rubbing in fervor. you back arches and you let a sound out that was similar to a yelp.
but the poor man was closer than he thought, and all it took was you clenching around him once for him to let go and cum inside of you. his moans come out in stutters, and he repeatedly apologizes to you while continuing to thrust deep and hard, making sure you finish just as good as he did.
âf-fuck, iâm soâ so sorry,â heeseung pushes your knees against your chest, finding a quick pace once again. his face contorts in pleasure, overstimulated as fuck but he was a gentleman and he would be damned if he couldnât prove that.
in fact, he was ashamed that he came so early.Â
âplease⊠god, please cum, baby.âÂ
his subtle begging woke something up inside of you, something that was locked away. oh my god. heeseung doesnât dare stop nor does he slow down, this was everything heâs ever prayed for in his life.Â
heeseung was in pure blissâhe was high off of your pussyâfucking into you like it was something he shouldâve done approximately four years, one hundred and thirty seven days ago. this moment couldnât possibly ever be ruined for him. making you cum was his life's mission now, especially after seeing you pleasure yourself with your fingers while his cock was practically down your throat earlier that afternoon.
you choke out a moan and grab his wrist, keeping it still as your orgasm hits you with full force, strong enough to make you lightheaded. the feeling of an overload of wetness brings you back just as quickly. you gasp and attempt to sit up, but the overwhelming sensations of pleasure knock you back down.
heeseung was in a fucking trance. you squirted, and he was the one to make you do so. pride and satisfaction filled him up, just as his cock filled you up for a second time.Â
âfuckâiâve neverâŠâ you breathe out softly, still shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. heeseung grips your knees, spreading your legs wide to look at the mess the two of you made, and you could feel him harden inside of you.
he doesnât even look up at you, it felt like he was stuck in a trance. ânever..?â he just repeats the word in utter disbelief, a tone that makes you question yourself for a second.Â
within seconds, heeseung is pulling out of you at an almost painful speed and laying flat on his stomach in between your thighs. you donât get a single moment to react to any of this before his tongue is flat on your cunt, licking a long stripe upwards.Â
âheeseung!â you cry out, sitting up quickly. you werenât even recovered from your previous orgasm and he was already back at it, this time with his mouth. he pulls you closer by your hips, throwing your legs over his shoulders.
he lifts his head and just the sight of his lips and chin covered in your mixed juices was almost enough to have you cumming on his face. âlay down.â and you have no choice but to listen when his lips wrap around your clit.
he eats you out with zero shame and not an ounce of care in his body knowing he was slurping up his own cum simultaneously. his tongue dips inside your fluttering hole, drinking up your juices with pleasure. you could tell at this point that it wasnât just for your pleasure, but for his.
you pull at his faded purple hair, it was too much and you donât think youâve ever felt this good before. âoh god, iâm gonna cum. heeseung donât stop, please donât stop.âÂ
he wouldnât dare dream of stopping there. his tongue flicks over your clit and it sends you reeling, your body jolts, sending you sitting upright again as another orgasm washes over you. youâre squealing and pushing him away, crossing your legs all while he stares up at you with shock written all over his face.
âwhatâs wrong?â he questions you as if he didnât put your body through two of the most life changing orgasms that youâll ever experience. the lower half of his face was drenched in your combined juices, and you could clearly see his own cum drip from his lower lip.
you shake your head, the words were refusing to come out, âjust⊠sensitive. holy shit, heeseung.â
his tongue darts out to lick his bottom hip and he sits up, revealing his hard, leaking cock to you once more, âis that good or bad?â he asks you, trapping you with his arms.Â
what a stupid question, you think. heeseung knew that as well, but it did look like you were running away from him with the way you scoot back flush against the headboard. the look in his eyes told you everything you needed to know, and you knew exactly where youâd be for the rest of the night and possibly the next day.Â
âyou look so pretty like this,â he eyes you up and down, taking in the afterglow that coats your skin.Â
heeseung had no other plans except for making up for everything he couldâve given you for the last four years of your friendship, not until you were both beyond satiated and fatigued.Â
from there, it remained ordinary as you gathered your sleepover bag and keys, shortly arriving at heeseung's within the hour.
he'd greeted you at the front door, smile on his lips and pearly whites on display. "hey, babydoll." his voice was raspy, as though he'd awoken from a nap.
"you okay? you sound tired, hee." you commented in concern, your voice so incredibly soft and sweet to him.
with a clear of his throat, he brushed it off by muttering, "just a long day." to which led you to step inside, your shoes abandoned in the entryway.
of course, you'd made yourself at home in his small flatâ hints of you sprawled across the boy's space considering how often you'd see one another. you made way into his bedroom, plopping your tote bag onto his messy, clothes-ridden floor.
however, the air seemed unusual, tense even, as heeseung entered the room behind you.
pivoting, you face the boy with a skeptical furrow of your brows, eyeing him up and downâ to which he awkwardly remains still, nervously shifting from side to side.
"why're you so quiet, seung?" you question with slight worry, yet mostly confusion due to his atypical silent behavior.
"babydoll." he tries to interrupt, taking a step forward as you continue to interrogate him.
"are you sure everything's okay? do you need some alone time?â" you continued to blabber, to which the boy paused right in front of you, hands settling upon your waist.
"y/n." his low voice finally reaches your ears, causing you to glance up and meet his eyes.
"i'm okay, really. it's just.. not something we freely talk about." he eases your concern, only to pique your curiosity further.
"but 's bothering you?" you ask yet another question, causing him to let out a soft laughâ earning a hesitant, half nod from him.
"well... i suppose you could say that, doll." heeseung responds, his lips curved in a soft smile at your attentiveness to him. one of his hands reach to brush a strand of hair from your face.
"then let's talk about it." you blurt, unaware of the topic on the boy's mind at that very moment.
"oh, you want to?" he questions, eyes darkening as he bites the corner of his lip.
"if it helps, mm-hm!" you confirm in a quick hum, nodding your head in gesture.
"alright, let's talk about it." he agrees, his lips curving up into a mischievous smile.
"see that, sweetheart?" heeseung questions ever so softly, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear as he stands behind you. one of his arms encircled around your waist, the other extended from beneath your arm, phone in handâ your instagram story from hours ago on display.
"oh! my instagram story? mm-hm." you recognize the photo of you in a pair of petite sleep shorts and the zip-up hoodie you'd borrowed from him. "is it 'bout your hoodie? can give it back, hee." you try to make reason of why he'd be upset, misunderstanding completely.
" 'course not, baby. want you to keep it, actually." the boy responds with a low murmur, his lips lingering dangerously close to your neck.
"wait, then what's botherin' you?" your obliviousness would typically annoy the boy, but in this matter, he'd hoped for you to piece things together yourself.
he stepped even closer, his figure practically molded to yours.
and that's when you realize the issue at hand.
it leaves you speechless, how erected his cock is, from viewing just a mere photo of you.
"y/n, please. i understand if you don't want to do anything intimate with me, but i need to relieve myself because it's so painful." he admits with a soft grunt spilling past his lips, his hips rutting forward and pressing his erection against the plushness of your ass.
"no!" you protest, shifting in his hold to face him. "iâ i mean no, as in don't do it by yourself." you add quickly, hoping to avoid any further misunderstanding.
"i'm sorry?" he mutters in confusion, his brows furrowing in surprise at your response.
"wanna help, hee. can make the pain go away." you reassure, reaching forward to palm him through the layers of his sweatpants and boxers.
earning another grunt from the boy, he breathlessly agrees with a small "fuck," and nod of his head.
and that's what led to you straddled upon heeseung's lap on his gaming chair, naked and bare for his gazeâ a sight he'd never forget, forever engraved in his mind.
not even sank onto his mushroom tip, you stare up at him nervously. one of his hands rests beneath the plush of your ass, the other extended toward your right breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
earning a whimper from your lips, the boy smiles at the sight of you visibly melting into his touch. "c'mon, baby. start with the tip, i know you can do it." he encourages in a gentle tone, continuing to pleasure you by fondling your chest.
" 'm scared, seung." you admit, exhaling as you decide to begin sinking down onto his cock, the stretch being uncomfortableâ but bearable due to the fact it was only the tip.
"doing so good for me, angel." he hisses at the sensitivity, the bulb of his cock throbbing as your warm cavern enveloped him. "gonna have this pussy trained for me in no time." he adds, fighting the urge to buck his hips and rut into you successfully.
"mmph, hee." you babble in discomfort, remaining still for a moment before sinking down even further, half of his cock being swallowed up by your gunmy walls.
heeseung was evidently enjoying the experience, despite the delicious anticipation of filling you to the brimâ his head thrown back as he groans, both hands now grasping your hips.
"easy, ma." he regains his bearings, returning his gaze to you as he tries to help you ease onto his thick cock.
gasping for breath, you decide to simply go for itâ sinking all the way onto his size, hands grasping at his shoulders, biceps; anything to ground yourself through the pleaseurable pain.
it wasn't as though you'd never been dicked down before, just that you'd never encountered someone of heeseung's inches and girth.
"mm, you're so tight." heeseung comments, humming in satisfaction of finally being fully sucked inside of you. his hips buck, fucking his tip further past your gumminess.
"oh, fuck!" you release a high-pitched whimper, your lips parting in an 'o'.
"i know, ma. told you that you could take all that cock." he coos, fingers gripping the skin of your hips so hard that the flesh protrudes between his fingers.
it wasn't long before you'd begun to bounce against his lap, the squelching of his cock's constant enter and exit of your pussy sounding throughout the room.
between his groans and grunts, the boy continued to praise you, his newest little cockslutâ only to elicit needy whines from your lips in return.
it was obvious that by the end of the night, he'd have you fucked to the brink of dumb.
SUMMARY: it doesnât matter if the sex is slow or rough, heeseung always gets you so soaked.
WARNINGS: established relationship, smut, protected sex (we stan), fingering, dirty talking, pet names (baby), squirt, mating press, lazy sex, cum on stomach, making out, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
a/n: SOooO SoAKED đŁïžâŒïžreblog to share pls help an author out
The rain outside fell in a steady rhythm, soft against the window, a quiet symphony of the pattering droplets and the distant thunder rolling low in the sky.
The lamp on the nightstand casted a golden glow, stretching shadows across the bed where you laid, pressed close against Heeseung.
His lips moved slowly against yours, lazily, like you have all the time in the world.
There wasno urgency, no roughness, just the unhurried slide of his mouth over yours, the gentle play of his tongue as he kissed you deep and slow.
His hand rested against your hip, thumb tracing idle circles just beneath the hem of your sleeping shorts.
âYouâre so warm,â he murmured, voice low. His forehead pressed against yours for a second before he tilted your chin up, kissing you again. âMhh⊠baby.â
Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, his heartbeat steady beneath your palm.
You hummed softly against his lips, pressing closer, the slow drag of his fingers against your skin left trails of warmth in their wake.
His hand slipped beneath your shorts, fingers teasing over your bare thigh before dipping higher. He chuckled when you shiver. âSensitive?â
âA little,â you admitted, blushing.
Heeseung smiled against your mouth before dragging his lips down, pressing soft, lazy kisses along your jawline, down the column of your throat.
His hand moved deliberately, fingertips grazing over your clothed heat before slipping beneath the fabric.
âSo wet,â he mutterred, feeling your soaking folds beneath his palm.
his voice was filled with something warm and pleased, like he enjoyed the way your body reacted to him, the way you shifted closer, seeking more. âYou always get like this when we kiss for a while.â
You bit your lip, eyes fluttering shut when he finally pressed two fingers against you, slow and careful. âHeeseungâŠâ
âI got you, baby.â His voice was soothing as he pushed two fingers inside, dragging against your walls in a way that made your breath catch.
He didn't move fast, didn't rush; he just eased his fingers in and out, curling them slightly with every stroke.
Your head tilted back against the pillow, lips parted, thighs trembling slightly as warmth pooled deep in your stomach.
His other hand pressed against your hip, grounding you, preventing you from squirming too much.
âGood?â he asked, voice laced with amusement, even as his eyes darkened watching you.
You nodded, barely able to form words with the way his fingers worked you open so effortlessly. âMhm.â
Heeseungâs lips curved in a satisfied smile before he pressed another kiss against your throat, nipping lightly. He sucked gently at your skin where a hickey was already taking form.
Your breathe grew uneven, little gasps slipping from your lips as he angled his fingers just right, finding that perfect spot inside you.
Your body tensed for a brief moment before melting into his touch, your grip on his shirt tightening.
âHeeseungââ
âI know, baby. Just let go,â he whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
The pleasure built, slow and steady, until it was impossible to hold back.
Your back arched slightly as waves of heat crashed over you. Heeseung groaned softly when he felt you clench around his fingers, his movements never stopping, drawing out every bit of your pleasure.
His fingers slid out of you, and he lifted his hand, glancing at the wetness coating his fingers before smirking. âSo pretty for me.â
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. âStop.â
But he only laughed, prying your hands away so he could kiss you again, slow and sweet. âNever.â
The sheets were damp with sweat, your skin burned hot beneath his touch, but neither of you pulled away.
Instead, you stayed close, breaths mingling, his lips brushing lazily against yours, as if neither of you were ready for this moment to end.
His fingers still glistened with you, a reminder of how easily he unraveled you.
His eyes flickered with something darker as he watched you, and without breaking his gaze, you reached for his wrist, guiding his hand up.
A smirk played on the corner of his lips. âWhat are youââ
You didnât let him finish.
Instead, you took his fingers into your mouth, tasting yourself off his skin, letting your tongue flick over the pads of his fingertips, sucking lightly.
Heeseung took in a sharp breath, his body tensing as his jaw tightened.
âFuck,â he murmured, voice rough with something raw. âYou really like driving me crazy, huh?â
You hummed around his fingers, letting them slip from your lips with a quiet pop before you reached for his jaw, pulling him into another kiss.
This one wasnât slow or teasing; it was desperate, almost messy, filled with the heat simmering between you.
His hands roamed your body, rougher now, gripping at your waist, your hips, sliding down to your ass and squeezing hard enough to make you gasp.
His thigh pressed between yours, and that was when you felt himâ hot and hard, straining against his sweats as he ground against you.
âHeeseung.â you whispered, voice laced with need.
His breath was uneven as he pressed his forehead against yours, gripping your hips tighter, grinding against you just enough to make you shudder. âI need you,â he sighed, âRight now, so fucking much.â
There was no hesitation as he reached for your shorts, slipping them down your thighs along with your panties. You helped him, wiggling out of them as quickly as you could, and Heeseung wasted no time tossing them aside.
His hands slid up your thighs, parting them slowly as he took in the sight of you, his gaze hungry.
âSo pretty,â he murmured against your skin. âSo perfect.â
You bit your lip, watching as he tugged his sweats down, just enough to free himself. He was hard, thick and flushed, his tip leaking just slightly as he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking slowly.
You swallowed, thighs shifting restlessly âHee⊠hurry.â
His eyes flickered up to meet yours, and he smirked before reaching for a condom in the drawer.
He ripped it open with his teeth, rolling it on with practiced ease, and then he was pressing forward, positioning himself between your legs.
You tilted your hips up, opening yourself to him, letting him guide himself against your entrance.
âTell me you want this,â he said âI do,â you breathed, âI want you.â
That was all it took.
Heeseung pushed in slowly, stretching you open, groaning at the way you gripped him so tightly.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders as you adjusted, legs trembling slightly, but the slow burn quickly turned into pleasure.
âYou take me so well,â he whisperec âSo fucking tight.â
You whimpered, tilting your head back as he bottomed out completely, his body pressed flush against yours.
Heeseung gripped your thighs, pushing them up until your knees nearly touched your chest, folding your body into a perfect mating press.
The new angle made you gasp, the way he was buried so deep inside you sending a shiver through your entire body.
âFuck, baby,â he groaned, staring down at you with blown-out eyes. âYou feel so good.â
âMhâ Hee,â you sighed âSâgood.â nails scraping lightly against his back as he started to moveâ slow at first, letting you adjust, then picking up a steady rhythm, rocking into you with deep, precise thrusts.
Each movement sent sparks of pleasure through your body, your breath hitching with every stroke.
The wet sounds of your bodies moving together filled the air, along with the low groans slipping from Heeseungâs lips, the quiet, breathless moans you couldn't suppress. He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, harder, filling you so completely it leaves you breathless.
âLook at you,â he cooed, his voice thick with adoration and lust. âTaking me so well, my perfect girl.â
Your legs shook in his grip, pleasure curling deep in your stomach, building and building until you were on the verge of breaking apart.
Heeseung felt it, the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your body trembled.
âMâso close.â He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours, his thrusts turning erratic.
âCum for me, baby,â he pleaded,. âLet me feel you.â
You couldnât hold back.
With a sharp cry, your body seized, pleasure crashing over you in waves, leaving you gasping, trembling beneath him.
The overwhelming sensation took over, and before you could stop it, a sudden gush of wetness escaped you, soaking the sheets beneath.
Heeseung stilled, âHoly shit,â he muttered, his eyes flicking down to where your bodies meet, taking in the mess you had just made. âFuck, that was so hot.â
Your face burned with embarrassment, but Heeseung didnât give you a chance to feel shy about it.
He kissed you deeply, thrusting into you a few more times before pulling out quickly.
He barely managed to roll the condom down in time, jerking himself through the last few strokes before spilling hot and thick across your stomach.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
The only sound is your combined breathing, the steady rhythm of the rain outside.
Then, Heeseung let out a low chuckle, his hands smoothed over your thighs before leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips.
âYou okay?â he questioned gently.
You nodded, still catching your breath. âYeah.â
Heeseung hummed, reaching for the tissues by the nightstand to clean you up.
He wiped you down with careful hands, murmuring little apologies when you twitched from the sensitivity.
Then, when he was done, he tossed the tissues aside and pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder.
You sighed into him, nuzzling against his chest, your body still humming with the afterglow.
Heeseung caressed your back, his lips trailing soft kisses along your collarbone, your jaw, your lips, gentle and unhurried.
âI like this,â you mumbled sleepily.
Heeseung smiled against your skin. âYeah?â
You nodned, curling closer. âMhm⊠being with you like this.â
His hold tightened slightly, his warmth surrounding you. âMe too, baby.â
He pressed another slow, lingering kiss to your lips before resting his forehead against yours. âMe too.â
.áwarnings/tags: slow burn, gaming buddies, video game terms, texting, sexting, soft dom!heeseung, shy!reader, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, pet names (princess, baby), praising, dry humping, oral (f & m rec), cum eating, unprotected sex, p in v, confessing, reader is down bad for heeseung, fluff
⥠you started as friends who played games at nightânow heâs the one making you moan into his pillow.
.áwc: 15.9k (no proofread)
Itâs been a year since Heeseung joined the friend group. Some random guy Jungwon brought into the server one night for a last-minute League match, and who never really left. Every night like clockwork, your group piles into Discord: Valorant, League of Legends, horror co-ops that get you all screaming in sync. Most nights end in swearing, laughing, or someone rage quitting, usually Heeseung, and sometimes everyone. Heâs sharp-tongued, quick-witted, and stupidly good at every game he touches. A little cocky, kind of a menace, and unfortunately for you, exactly your type.
Youâve had a crush on him almost as long as youâve known him. Actually no, youâve been in love with him, not that heâd ever guess. Or maybe he would. He teases you like he knows youâll blush, throws in little pet names and innuendos like heâs testing you for a reaction. But you always brush it off as just another part of the bit. Youâre just the girl he likes to mess with during late-night ranked queues. It doesnât mean anything. Even if your heart does this weird flutter thing whenever he says your name.
âWhereâs my duo?â you ask the second you join voice chat, headset sliding over your ears. âYou bitches better not have started without me.â A chorus of greetings erupts, Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and two others you recognize from another Discord server. Everyoneâs already in the Valorant lobby, bouncing around agents and bantering over voice chat. âCalm down,â Sunghoon laughs. âYouâre only, like, twenty minutes late.â You correct him, âFashionably.â Then his voice comes through. Lazier, deeper, more smug than usual. âNice of you to show up, princess.â You roll your eyes even as your stomach flutters. âSorry, didnât realize I had to run my schedule by you.â you shoot back. Heeseung hums in your ear like heâs unbothered. âYou do when you keep dodging games just to avoid being carried.â You scoff. âCarried? Please. Youâre always the first to die.â Jay cuts in, laughing. âHere we go again.â Itâs always like this, bickering that toes the line between hostile and flirtatious, drawing amused reactions from everyone else in the group. Itâs part of the rhythm now. You give Heeseung shit, he throws it right back, and everyone else acts like itâs some kind of soap opera theyâve been watching for seasons. âBet she top frags this round.â Jungwon says, grinning. âShe wonât,â Heeseung says at the exact same time. Then adds, âIf she does, itâs because I softened them up first.â
âOh my god,â you groan, snorting a laugh. âCope harder.â You lock in Clove. Heeseung picks Jett. Predictable. The match loads in, and everyone starts joking over vc while you check your loadout. Your team takes the first site, and somehow the round is over in seconds, three clean shots from you, one assist, and Heeseungâs kill coming in dead last. âDamn, sheâs actually carrying.â Jay says with mock awe. âSay thank you.â you say sweetly. âThank you, queen.â Then someone else, a guy you vaguely know named Kai, whoâs only been playing with the group for a week or two, speaks up. âCarry me again like that and Iâll eat your pussy, mama.â You freeze for half a second, just long enough for your brain to register what he said, and then you giggle. Not because youâre actually into it, but because itâs so fucking unhinged. âYeah?â you say, leaning into the joke. âSay less.â The whole call erupts in laughter. âBro.â Jay wheezes.âYouâre wild for that.â Sunghoon says.
âDonât test me.â Kai says again, voice still flirty. And then Heeseung speaks. Calm. Too calm. âJesus Christ, can you not be a pain in the ass for, like, one game?â The laughter stops for a second. You glance at the chat window instinctively, itâs like the air shifted. He didnât sound like he was joking. Kai lets out an awkward laugh. âRelax, man. Itâs a joke.â Heeseung hums, dry. âThen try making a funny one.â It goes quiet again, not dead silence, but that weird kind of pause where everyoneâs pretending not to notice the tension. You hear someoneâs keyboard clack in the background. In-game footsteps echo in your ears. âYou good, Hee?â You speak up carefully. âIâm great,â he says, âJust bored of hearing you flirt with losers.â Your heart stutters. That one didnât sound like a joke either. Even Jay seems caught off guard. âYo, that sounded personal.â âItâs not,â Heeseung says immediately. Too quickly. âLetâs just win the round.â
And he does exactly that, goes full sweat mode for the rest of the match. Dashes into sites solo, gets two aces in a row, doesnât speak unless itâs a callout. The rest of the group fills the silence with jokes and teasing, but you donât miss the shift. Heeseung always plays aggressive, but tonight it feels pointed. Like heâs got something to prove. To you. Or to someone else, youâre not sure, but your stomach is buzzing.
The match ends with a win, somehow, Heeseung top frags, of course, and Kai logs off without saying goodbye. The group starts leaving one by one. âAlright, Iâm out.â Sunghoon yawns. âGGs.â âSame.â Jay says. âI canât feel my eyes.â âGoodnight, lovebirds.â Jungwon mutters under his breath before he leaves. You scoff. âShut up.â Heeseung doesnât say anything. Eventually, itâs just the two of you. Still in voice chat. The lobby music looping softly in the background. You think about leaving, but your hand hovers over the disconnect button and never quite clicks. Heeseung exhales. You hear the soft creak of his chair. Then, âHow come youâre not leaving?â You blink at your screen. His voice is different now, low and quiet, not teasing. âI donât know,â you say. âDidnât want to so early.â He hums. âGuess that means I scared everyone off.â You smile faintly, chewing on your lip. âYou kinda went off on that guy.â
He doesnât respond immediately. âYeah. I didnât like what he said.â You tilt your head. âBecause it was gross orâŠ?â Thereâs a pause. âBecause it was you.â he says.vYour breath catches. You wish you could see his face, but all you have is the green ring around his icon lighting up. ââŠOh.â Another pause. It stretches long enough to border on awkward, until he cuts the silence with a sudden, dry little mutter, âGod, donât make me say something corny at 3AM. Iâll literally throw myself out the window.â You laugh, soft and surprised. âThere it is,â he says, pleased. âI was waiting for that.â You raise a brow. âFor what?â you ask. âYou always laugh like that when youâre trying not to.â You protest, âi do not.â But your voice is too light, too amused to sound serious. âYou do,â he says, and you can hear the grin behind his words. âItâs cute.â Your stomach flips. âAre you flirting with me, Heeseung?â you ask, trying to make it sound like a joke, but it comes out breathy, shy. He lets out a soft laugh. âI donât know. Are you gonna flirt back this time or just ignore it like always?â You go quiet. Then, âYou notice that?â
âCourse I notice that,â he says. âI notice everything when it comes to you.â Your cheeks go warm. You look away from your screen, heart thudding stupidly. ââŠYouâre not as smooth as you think,â you mumble. He yawns, loud, exaggerated. âMmm. Still made you laugh. Still made you stay in call.â You roll your eyes, âYouâre impossible.â and smile. âYeah, but you like me.â You want to say something back. Something playful or clever. But instead, you just go quiet. He doesnât push. After a beat, he says, softer this time, âYou sound tired.â You lean back on your chair. âMm. Kinda am,â you admit. âBut comfy.â âYeah?â he says. âStay a little longer?â You nod, forgetting he canât see you. âOkay.â Thereâs a long pause where neither of you talk, just the sound of keyboard clicking as he hovers around his screen, maybe checking stats, maybe just filling the silence. Then, quietly, âYou know I wasnât just teasing, right?â Your eyes flick to your monitor. âAbout what?â
âEarlier. The guy. The flirting.â His voice drops an octave, a little husky now. âI donât like hearing other guys talk to you like that. Even if itâs a joke.â You donât answer right away. Youâre too busy staring at your screen like itâs going to tell you what to say. âI didnât think you cared.â you admit. He laughs again, gentler. âIâve been caring for a while, princess.â Your heart stumbles. You bite your lip. ââŠI kinda like when you call me that,â you whisper. He hums, satisfied. âI know.â You giggle, sleepy and flustered and way too warm all of a sudden. He lets out a soft sigh, then mutters, âIf we were on cam, youâd be blushing, huh?â
âShut up.â
âThat a yes?â
âShut up, Heeseung.â
He laughs, warm, lazy. âSleepy girl.â
You giggle softly, cheeks already warm. âYouâre so corny, Hee.â He doesnât miss a beat. âYou love it though.â You pause, just a second too long. âMmm⊠kinda.â He chuckles, just this soft, fond sound that sinks right into your skin. âCute.â Your heart skips. You donât know what to say to that, so you just smile to yourself, suddenly way too aware of how quiet it is now, just you, him, and that little green ring lighting up every time he speaks. Neither of you says much after that. You just sit there in the silence, not awkward, not heavy, just full of something unspoken. Your eyes start to flutter closed. You think you hear him shift in his chair. Maybe yawn. You donât log off. Neither does he.
Itâs almost midnight by the time everyoneâs in the lobby again. League this time, ranked. Youâve got your hoodie on, cup of something warm on your desk, legs curled up in your chair. Your screen lights up with everyoneâs icons, voices overlapping in Discord. âWhy are we doing this to ourselves.â Jay groans as he hovers over his champion. âBecause,â you reply sweetly, âwe have no self respect.â Then, âSpeak for yourself,â Heeseung mutters. âIâm here to carry.â You roll your eyes, âYou wish.â smiling already. âOh my god,â Sunghoon groans. âYou two start the exact same way every game.â
âWait until she dies in lane,â Heeseung says. âThen sheâll blame me like usual.â
âBecause you gank at level six like a coward.â
You hear him snort. âDonât need to gank when you feed their mid laner for me.â
The game loads in. You settle into your rhythm fast, poking, last-hitting, barely listening to the chaos on comms. But every time Heeseungâs voice filters through your headset, you feel it, that lingering buzz from last night. The way he called you cute. The way you didnât want to leave the call. You donât know if it meant something. But you feel different now. Every time he says your name, it lands heavier than before. Fifteen minutes in, youâve got your third kill, and Heeseungâs still climbing his way up in the jungle. You start pushing your lane harder, greedy. âDamn,â Kai says over comms. âSheâs actually carrying again?â
âShe does that,â Sunghoon says. âEvery once in a while.â
Kai laughs. âShit. If I play support next round, will you reward me, mama?â
You groan, already bracing yourself. âI mean damn,â he adds, âIâd let you leash me any day.â
The call explodes with groans. You groan too, out of habit, âYouâre actually insane, dude.â
âYou like it,â he says, clearly proud of himself.
You donât reply, clicking back to lane. Youâre not even thinking about it really. Until you hearâŠnothing. Heeseungâs gone silent. Not muted. Not disconnected. Just quiet. Then your phone buzzes. You glance at it out of instinct, brows furrowing.
Heeseung [12:16am]
tell your little fanboy to chill lol
You glance at the screen, smirking a little. You donât reply , just keep farming, like your heart isnât suddenly going crazy.
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:17am]
kinda annoying hearing him talk to u like that tbh
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:17am]
doesnât even say it right
if anyoneâs gonna call you mama it should be me
You choke on your own breath. Your mouse stutters for a second. One of your minions dies.
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:18am]
jk
Buzz.
Heeseung [12:18am]
unless u like it
Your skin is burning. You tuck your phone away without replying, biting back a smile. Across your headset, the match keeps goingâKaiâs talking again, but his voice barely registers. Youâre not listening to him anymore. Youâre only hearing Heeseung. You donât reply to his messages. Mostly because you donât trust yourself to. Your fingers are still shaky on the keyboard as the match rolls on. Heeseungâs acting normal again in vc, throwing out short callouts, occasionally bickering with Sunghoon, playing it cool like he didnât just imply he wants to call you mama.
Your phone buzzes again once, but you ignore it this time. Your laneâs pushing, and your team is moving toward Baron. You focus. You click fast. And when Kai dies again, whining about being âbaited,â youâre already ready to kill. You slide in, ult ready, and drop three of them before they can react, smooth, clean, and so fast that Jay literally yells through his mic. âOH MY GODâokay, sheâs cracked tonight.â
âBro, what was that?â Sunghoon laughs. âAre you sweating?â
Youâre already smiling to yourself when you hear it. Low. Offhanded. Just one beat late.
âGood job, baby.â
Everything stops. No one else reacts. But you hear it. Loud and clear. Your brain scrambles. You donât know if anyone else caught it, maybe he was leaning too close to his mic, maybe it just blended in with the chaos, but your stomach drops. In a good way. In a terrifying way. You go quiet for a few seconds, and then, ââŠWhatâd you just call me?â Thereâs a beat of silence. Then Heeseungâs voice, smooth as ever, âHm? I said good job.â
You narrow your eyes. âNo, you didnât.â
âMightâve added something,â he says casually. âYou complaining?â
You hate that your face is hot. You hate it more that you smile.
ââŠYouâre annoying,â you mumble, half-giggling.
âStill blushing though.â he replies, grinning into his mic.
Sunghoon: âWhat did I miss?â
Jay: âI knew something was going on with you two.â
You groan, tugging your hoodie over your mouth. âPlay the damn game,â you mutter, but your voice is way too giddy to be taken seriously. And even though everyone goes back to screaming over objectives and team fights, your headâs somewhere else completely. Still stuck on that word. Baby.
Itâs the next night. Everyoneâs in voice chat againâsame group, same vibe. But now you know what he said last time. He knows you heard it. And he hasnât brought it up since. Heâs acting normal again, but youâre not letting him off the hook that easily. The match is halfway through. Youâve just landed a perfect kill steal on Heeseungâs target, claiming the bounty right out from under him. He groans dramatically. âYou seriously just took that?â You smirk, leaning into your mic. âMhm. Had to show off for you, baby.â Silence. Total, absolute, silence.
Jay wheezes. âWait.â
Sunghoon: âDid she justâ?â
You donât say anything else.
But you can feel Heeseung scrambling on the other side of his headset. He doesnât speak for a few seconds, which, for him, is a lot. Then he clears his throat. âYou trying to start something, princess?â You smile. âJust matching energy.â He lets out a low laugh, little breathless, a little impressed. âDangerous game,â he mutters. âCareful or I might start taking you seriously.â You tilt your head, pretending to think. âMaybe I want you to.â He doesnât respond right away. And when he does, his voice is quieter. ââŠNoted.â
Youâre walking behind Heeseung in-game, flashlight beam jittering as you peek into dark hallways. You are playing Phasmaphobia, already regretting letting the boys talk you into this. âIs thatâ? No, okay, thatâs just a shadow.â you mumble, heart racing. Heeseung laughs softly through the mic. âYou alright back there?â
âNo,â you whisper, sticking close. âWhy do you sound so calm?â
ââCause Iâm brave,â he says casually, like itâs obvious. âYouâre the scaredy cat .â
You roll your eyes. âShut up.â
âYou are,â he continues, voice smooth. âCute though. I like it.â
Your stomach flips. You keep your eyes on the screen, trying to act unfazed. âNot my fault youâre so bad at protecting me.â you murmur. He pauses for half a second.
Then, âOh, thatâs how weâre playing tonight?â
You smile, shy but satisfied. âI didnât say anything.â
âMm. You didnât have to.â
Jayâs voice cuts in on voice chat, âGuys? Where the hell are you two?â
âClearing the hallway,â Heeseung answers smoothly. âSheâs being brave.â
You donât say anything, but you know he hears your quiet giggle, even through your mic.
Itâs almost 3AM when the final round ends. Everyoneâs laughing, still on edge from that last chase. Jayâs cackling over some glitch, Sunghoonâs threatening to uninstall the game, and youâre still trying to slow your heartbeat. Then Heeseungâs voice cuts in, calm and lazy through the mic. âAlright, Iâm out. I need to shower before I crash.â You blink at your screen, suddenly still. âDamn, itâs that serious?â Jay says, yawning. âAlright, night bro.â
âNight, losers,â Heeseung says with a smirk in his voice. âLater, princess.â
Your stomach flips, but before you can even think of a reply, his little green Discord ring goes gray. Gone. You try not to pout. The call slowly empties, one by one, goodnights echoing into silence until itâs just you. Alone in the lobby, your fingers hovering over the keyboard, still hoping heâd maybe rejoin. But he doesnât. So you log off too. Toss your headphones aside, get up and do your skincare, brush your teeth, your hair, fluff your pillows. But you donât feel sleepy yet. Youâre scrolling aimlessly on your phone, tucked under your blanket, when it lights up suddenly.
Incoming call: Heeseung
Your breath catches. Heâs calling you. At 3:27AM. You stare at it for half a second, then answer. âHello?â you say, voice soft and a little surprised. âHey.â His voice is warm, low, a little rough. You can tell heâs laying down too. âI thought you were going to sleep,â you murmur. âI was,â he says, quieter now. âShower helped, but⊠I donât know. Something felt off.â You wait, heartbeat picking up. âDidnât get to talk to you.â Your lips curve into the softest smile.
âI was waiting for you to stay.â
âI know,â he says. âI wanted to.â
Then thereâs a pause, intimate, quiet. âYou comfy now?â he asks. âMhm. Just got in bed.â Another pause. âWish I could see you.â
You bite your lip. âYouâre sweet tonight.â you whisper. He chuckles. âYou make me sweet.â
Heeseungâs quiet for a few seconds. Then, casually, âYou played good tonight.â You blink, surprised. âReally?â
âYeah,â he says. âCarried my ass a couple times.â
You let out a soft laugh. âI always do.â He chuckles too, low and warm. âYouâre not gonna let me be nice, huh?â
âMm, maybe not.â
Thereâs a pause, not awkward, just weighted.
âYou ever think about playing just us?â he asks, voice a little softer. Your heart stutters. âLike duo by ourselves?â you say quickly, trying to play it cool. He hums. âSomething like that.â You bite your lip, smiling into the darkness. âMaybe.â He doesnât push it. Just lets the silence stretch again. âYou sleepy?â he asks gently. You nod, even though he canât see. âYeah. You?â
âMhm.â A beat. âDidnât wanna sleep without hearing you again.â You go quiet, your heart going crazy. ââŠYouâre sweet,â you whisper. He breathes a little laugh. âDonât tell anyone.â You smile. âSecretâs safe with me.â Thereâs one last pause, so full of things neither of you say. Then finally, he says, âSleep well, princess.â
âGoodnight, Hee.â
He hangs up. But you donât sleep for a long time.
Discord is chaotic as alwaysâhalf the team is yelling over each other mid-match, someoneâs mic is echoing, and Sunghoonâs pretending to AFK just to piss people off. Youâre trying to focus, but your mindâs a little too full of Heeseung. Ever since that late-night call, everything feels shifted. More intense. Every time he talks in call, your chest gets tight. And when his icon lights up just to say your name, itâs worse. âOkay, SaturdayâHeeseungâs place?â Jake says. âYeah, Iâm in,â Sunghoon says. âSomeone bring snacks.â Then Heeseung, smooth as ever, âYou coming, princess?â You blink. Swallow the flutter in your chest. âUhâŠyeah. Sure.â you say quickly, trying to sound casual. But barely a beat later, your screen lights up with a DM.
Heeseung [11:45 pm]
u donât sound excited
Your lips twitch.
You [11:45 pm]
i am
Heeseung [11:46 pm]
lol?
thatâs all i get?
You shake your head, smiling to yourself.
You [11:46 pm]
focus on the game hee
Thereâs a short pause.
Heeseung [11:47 pm]
not when you say my name like that
You bite your lip.
But before you can answer, Heeseung suddenly says in vc, âYoâwho just stole my red buff? I swear to god.â Everyone starts yelling again. The moment breaks, but not completely. It lingers underneath the noise, quiet and warm.
Itâs almost 2:30 a.m. when your phone buzzes. Youâre curled up in bed, scrolling aimlessly, already half-asleep. The soft glow of your screen lights up your dark room.
Heeseung [2:28 am]
u still up?
You blink at the message, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.
You [2:28 am]
barely
was abt to sleep
Heeseung [2:28 am]
wait
look at this
A photo comes through. It loads slowly, thanks to your shitty Wi-Fi, but when it does, your breath catches. Heeseung, shirtless. Pyjama pants slung low on his hips, just enough to tease, the band of his boxers peeking out. And right in the center of the frame, curled up perfectly in his lap, his small, fluffy kitty, fast asleep.
Heeseung [2:30 am]
isnât she cute :)
You swallow, staring at the picture a little too long.
You [2:31 am]
so cute
must be comfy there too
The typing bubble appears almost immediately.
Heeseung [2:31 am]
yeah?
u jealous princess?
You grin at your screen, heart racing.
You [2:31 am]
hmm
maybe a lil :3
He doesnât respond right away. You wonder if you went too far, until your phone vibrates again.
Heeseung [2:33 am]
could make room for u too
You stare at the words, pulse jumping.
You [2:33 am]
bold
Heeseung [2:34 am]
not bold if itâs true
u always look tired after carrying me anyway
You let out a soft laugh, trying to hide the way your cheeks are burning.
You [2:34 am]
i hate u
Heeseung [2:34 am]
no u donât
you like me too much
You donât reply right away. Instead, you bite your lip, heart pounding in the quiet dark.
You [2:35 am]
maybe :>
Heeseung [2:35 am]
see you saturday bby
sleep tight
You set your phone down on your chest and stare at the ceiling, grinning like an idiot. No shot youâre sleeping now.
You hadnât seen Heeseung in two weeks, not in person, at least, but the late-night texts and flirty voice chats had kept him pressed into your mind like a fingerprint. Every time he called you âprincessâ every teasing message he sent before bed, made you blush behind your screen like some lovesick idiot. So yeah, now that you were about to see him again, you were nervous. Stupidly nervous. You stood in front of your mirror for way too long that afternoon, picking out something cute but not obvious, landing on a short, flowy dress that made you feel pretty. It felt casual enough not to raise eyebrows, but still, you hoped heâd notice. You wanted him to.
You met up with the others at the corner near Heeseungâs place. Everyone was buzzing with energy, talking about what games theyâd play, what movies theyâd watch, how long they were gonna stay. You tried to laugh along and act normal, but your heart beat louder with every step closer to his house. And then, you were there. One of the guys knocked on Heeseungâs door, you held your breath. A few seconds later, it swung open. He was standing there in a black hoodie and gray sweats, hair a little messy like heâd just run a hand through it before opening up. His eyes skimmed lazily over the group, and then landed on you. They didnât move for a moment. Neither did yours. âYo.â one of the others greeted him. Heeseung smirked. âYou guys are late.â Then, to you, voice a little quieter, a little warmer, âYou coming in, princess?â Your stomach flipped. âUh, Yeah.â You tried to play it cool, stepping past him like your skin wasnât already prickling from just hearing his voice up close.
You walk into the apartment, your eyes adjusting to the soft orange glow spilling across the living room. It was warm in there, literally and figuratively, the kind of cozy that made you want to curl into a blanket and never leave. Lamps instead of overhead lights, a couple of pillows tossed lazily across the couch, the faint scent of something like vanilla and laundry detergent lingering in the air. You quietly took a seat on the couch, smoothing your dress under your thighs. The fabric felt short when you sat, but you kept your expression neutral, pretending like you werenât already hyper-aware of Heeseung moving around behind you. He dropped down into the armchair across from you, spreading his legs slightly, elbows on his knees. The hoodie he wore was unzipped, the edge of a plain white t-shirt barely clinging to his collarbones. He caught your eye for a second, just a second, and gave you a small smile. You looked away first.
The rest of the group slowly filtered into the living room, loud and casual like always. One of them kicked off their shoes and flopped dramatically onto the rug. âSo,â someone said, clapping their hands together. âAre we being normal and playing something like Monopoly, or are we ruining friendships tonight with Uno?â
âUno,â Heeseung said immediately, leaning back in his chair. âNo mercy.â
âIâm voting for Mario Kart,â someone else chimed in from the floor. âGet on later and let me kick your ass, Lee.â
âBro, last time you said that, I fucking stepped on you.â
Laughter erupted across the room. You giggled quietly, tucking your hands into your lap. It was easy being here. Loud, chaotic, but safe, like always. The way it always had been. ExceptâŠExcept now Heeseung looked at you differently. They eventually settled on starting with a few board games, pushing aside the clutter on the coffee table and pulling out the boxes. Sunghoon opened the food delivery app and started taking ordersâhalf the group wanted ramen, the other half wanted pizza. You stayed mostly quiet, watching it all unfold with a small smile, your knee gently bouncing on the couch. Every now and then, Heeseungâs eyes flicked toward you. When they did, he didnât look away. He just watched, like he was content to see you sitting there, finally within reach again.
The living room had grown quieter since earlier, the post-game, post-food lull settling into everyone. Someone had queued up a movie, someone sprawled out across the couch and floor with blankets, while the others argued over what snacks were left and who was going to eat them. You slipped away quietly, rising from your seat and heading into the kitchen with an empty soda can in hand. The orange glow from under the cabinets bathed the room in a soft warmth, the hum of the fridge buzzing steadily behind you. You opened it, pretending to look for something, even though you werenât really hungry. Your heart was beating too fast anyway. You closed the door and turned around, only to find Heeseung standing in the doorway. He wasnât looking for snacks.
His hands were stuffed casually into the front pocket of his hoodie, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The laughter from the living room felt distant, muffled by the walls between you. He stepped inside slowly, letting the door swing shut behind him. âBeen looking at you all night.â he said, voice low. You blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â His eyes dropped, just for a second, to your dressâthe way it clung softly to your waist before fluttering down your thighs. âThat little dress,â he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips. âYou wore it for me, didnât you?â You scoffed softly, trying to hide the way your stomach turned. âShut up.â He tilted his head, amused. âWhat? Iâm wrong?â You didnât answer. He stepped closer. Not touching you yet, just close enough that you could smell the fabric softener clinging to his hoodie.
âYou look so pretty, princess.â he said gently. Your breath hitched. The nickname sounded different when he said it here, alone, with the world gone quiet around you. No Discord call. No other people. Just himâtall and warm and real in front of you. âYouâre gonna make me blush.â you whispered, glancing up at him through your lashes. He smiled. âThatâs kind of the point.â
His hand rose slowly, like he didnât want to startle you, and he touched your cheek. Fingers warm against your skin. You leaned into it without thinking, eyes fluttering shut. And then he kissed you. Soft and slow. Just enough pressure to make your knees feel a little unsteady. He kissed you like heâd wanted to for a while. And you kissed him back. Your hand came up to rest against the curve of his chest, clutching the fabric of his hoodie like you were afraid to let go. His thumb brushed your cheek. You sighed into him, and he pressed his forehead to yours for a second before pulling back slightly.
Before either of you could say anything, a voice echoed faintly from the other room, âIâll go grab a beer, yâall want something?â You both froze, then stifled a laugh. Heeseungâs hand lingered on your face a moment longer before slipping away. âYou should go,â he said quietly, eyes locked on yours. âBefore someone comes in here and ruins it.â You smiled, breathless. âYeahâŠâ But neither of you moved.
You were the first to step back into the living room. No one looked up, the movie was too loud, and everyone else was too busy bickering over what just happened in the plot. You sank back into your spot on the couch, heartbeat still trying to even out, trying to act normal. Like Heeseungâs mouth hadnât just been on yours. A few seconds later, he came in too, casually, like heâd just gone to the bathroom or gotten a drink or something. But instead of dropping into his old seat across the room, he sat beside you.
Right beside you. No one said anything. No one noticed. But you did. You were hyper-aware of every shiftâthe way the cushion dipped slightly under his weight, the warmth of his thigh brushing yours. You didnât even dare look at him at first. You just stared ahead, pretending to focus on the screen. Then, his hand landed on your thigh. Your breath caught, but it wasnât like that. It was soft, subtle. Just a palm resting over the fabric of your dress like it belonged there.
He didnât move it. Didnât squeeze, didnât tease. He justâŠlet it be there. And somehow, that was even worse. Eventually, the others started yelling at the TV again, someone shouting âYOU IDIOT WHY WOULD YOU GO INTO THE BASEMENT ALONE?â and the whole room dissolved into laughter. Heeseungâs hand slid away. But only to settle beside your thigh, knuckles just barely brushing the hem of your dress. You hesitated, heart thudding, before you let your pinky drop, feather-light, against his.
And he hooked it, like it was nothing. Like it was everything. You finally looked up at him, hust briefly. His gaze was already on you. He didnât smile, not quite. But his expression softened, like he was memorizing this, keeping it tucked away somewhere quiet just for him. Your cheeks burned, you looked away, but you didnât pull your hand back.
It was late when everyone finally started gathering their things. The movie had long since ended, and the energy in the room was quiet and warm, a buzz of satisfied laughter and sleepy goodbyes. Shoes were slipped on, jackets thrown over shoulders, as one by one, people trickled toward the front door. You were the last to follow. Dragging your steps a little, pretending you were still putting your phone in your bag, but really, you were just hoping heâd say something. Do something. And he did.
As you reached the door, Heeseung caught your wrist gently. Just for a second. Just enough to make you stop and glance back at him. He stepped closer, leaning down just slightly. And before you could even say anything, he pressed a kiss to your cheek. Warm. Quick. So casual, but not casual at all. His lips lingered for just a second before pulling back. âGoodnight, princess.â he murmured. Your chest fluttered. You tried to respond, but your words caught somewhere between your throat and your racing heart. All you could do was smile, cheeks burning, as you stepped out into the night. You didnât even remember saying goodbye to the others. You just kept touching your cheek where his mouth had been.
Another night, another game. Everyone was online, the Discord call full of laughing and yelling as you all loaded into a League match. But it felt different this time. You could feel it immediately, even before Heeseung joined. Your heart jumped a little when his icon lit up green. âYo.â he said, like always. âHi.â you replied softly. He hummed, low and warm. âMiss me already?â Someone snorted in the background, Kai probably, but you didnât even flinch. âMaybe a little,â you said, light and teasing. âDonât let it get to your head.â He chuckled. âToo late, princess.â Nobody commented. Nobody knew. But you could hear the grin in his voice, and the sound made something tug low in your stomach. You played League. You laughed with the others. The usual trash talk flew back and forth, but the way Heeseung talked to you now? It wasnât the same.
When you stole a kill from him, he groaned dramatically. âWow. Canât believe my own girlfriend would do me like that.â You choked. âHeeseungâ!â
âSorry, sorry,â he said, not sounding sorry at all. âStill pending, I guess.â
Kai laughed. âDamn, sheâs got you whipped.â
Heeseung only hummed again. âCan you blame me?â
Your cheeks burned, but you didnât deny it. You just pushed your mic away a little, smiled at your screen, and kept playing.
You were mid-game, headset on, pretending to be fully focused, but your phone kept lighting up beside you. You shouldnât have looked.
Heeseung [11:26 pm]
u looked really pretty yesterday btw
Your fingers stuttered on the keyboard.
You [11:26 pm]
heeseung please focus iâm literally dying in mid rn
Heeseung [11:26 pm]
how am i supposed to focus when u looked like that in that dress
unfair tbh
Your face was burning. You typed quickly, glancing at your minimap.
You [11:26 pm]
stop distracting me :(
Heeseung [11:27 pm]
canât help it
u get all shy when i text u and itâs cute asf
You tried so hard to keep a straight face. Then, right when you were getting pushed under tower, Heeseungâs champion appeared in lane. Ganked clean. You got the kill. âNice!â you said out loud, a little breathless. And then you heard it through the headset. âThatâs my girl,â Heeseung murmured. You giggled. Couldnât even help it. The call exploded.
âKill me already,â Sunghoon groaned. âGet a room.â
You pressed a hand over your smile, pretending to focus again, but your phone lit up once more:
Heeseung [11:30 pm]
u liked that baby?
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh again. The match was still going, your screen full of chaos, but all you could think about was the heat spreading over your cheeks.
You [11:30 pm]
maybe i didd
The typing bubble popped up right away.
Heeseung [11:30 pm]
yeah?
bet youâd like it even more if i whispered it in ur ear while u were on my lap
Your stomach flipped, pulse thudding deep in your chest. You squeezed your knees together under your desk and stared at your screen, barely registering the game anymore.
You [11:31 pm]
hee.
stoppp thatâs not fair :(
Heeseung [11:31 pm]
aww babyâs getting all shy now?
cute
You didnât answer right away, and he didnât need you to. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. And when he pinged on the map again to come help you in lane, you swear your hands were trembling.
It was past 2 a.m. now. The group was deep into another League match, your sixth of the night. And the fourth loss. Everyone was tilted. Half-joking, swearing under their breath. But HeeseungâŠHeeseung was seething. You could hear it in the way he was clicking. Rapid, furious, sharp. His voice had dropped into this low, tight drawl as he muttered, âThis junglerâs a bot. Actually brainless.â You shouldnât have found it attractive. But the heat in his voice, the frustration curling behind every breath, it made your stomach flutter. But then his mic went quiet. You knew that silence. The kind that was dangerous. âBro, this is unplayable,â Heeseung muttered suddenly. His voice sounded a bit raspy and tired. âI canât do this shit anymore. Iâm out.â Disconnect.
The call fell into stunned silence for a second. Then Sunghoon sighed. âYikes.â Your heart dropped. You stared at your screen for a long second, your fingers frozen over your keyboard. You hadnât even typed âgg.â You stayed quiet. Just tried to blink back the weird sting that hit you way too fast. âIâm gonna switch to Valorant,â Jay said. âAnyone else?â
âIâm in,â you mumbled, a little too quickly. You didnât want to log off. Not yet. Not if he texted. So you launched the game, joined a party, and tried to laugh along with the others, but every second that passed, your eyes flicked down to your phone. Still nothing.
It was almost 4 a.m. by the time you logged off. You barely said goodbye, too drained from the string of losses, but more so from the ache in your chest that had settled there after Heeseung left the call. He didnât text. Not once. You went through your usual motions anyway. Washed your face, pulled on an oversized tee, got under the covers with your phone still in hand, brightness low, just mindlessly scrolling. Checking Instagram, discord, his profileâmore than once. Still nothing. Your screen dimmed. You stared at the faint glow on your ceiling, curled under your blanket, and tried not to overthink it. You told yourself he was just mad at the game, not at you. Your phone eventually slipped from your hand onto the pillow beside you. And sometime after, you drifted off, eyes closed, heart a little too heavy for sleep to come easy.
Buzz.
Your screen lit up softly in the dark. You squinted one eye open.
Heeseung [4:21 am]
sry abt that
Your heart thumped. You reached for your phone with a sleepy hand, your fingers a little clumsy as you unlocked it.
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:21 am]
wasnât mad at u or anything
And then, after a moment:
Heeseung [4:23 am]
missed ur voice tbh
Your breath caught. Your thumb hovered over the keyboard, your chest warm, a smile curling on your lips as you looked at the screen.
You [4:24 am]
it was boring without u :(
There was barely a pause before your phone buzzed again.
Heeseung [4:24 am]
yeah baby?
That one made your breath hitch. You turned onto your back, screen hovering above your face now, your lips pressing together to contain the smile threatening to break free.
You [4:24 am]
mhm
wanted u there
The typing bubble appeared again. Stopped. Then came back.
Heeseung [4:25 am]
wanted to be there too
but u know how i get with that game lol
You giggled softly.
You [4:25 am]
i do
but u still sounded hot all pissed off like that
You waited, then cringed a little, your heart racing like âshit why did i say thatâ. A second later:
Heeseung [4:26 am]
oh yeah?
u like when iâm mad baby?
shouldâve seen me after i logged off
was thinking abt u
Your heart stilled.
Heeseung [4:26 am]
couldnât stop thinking abt ur thighs
Your hand went to your chest like you could calm the thunder in your heart.
You [4:26 am]
hee.
you canât say stuff like that rn
Heeseung [4:27 am]
why not?
no oneâs around
just me n my sleepy girl
You [4:27 am]
hmm
u like my thighs? :3
Heeseung [4:27 am]
i love them baby
You stared at his last message, your pulse loud in your ears. You swallowed. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard for a moment before you typed.
You [4:28 am]
u love them?
Heeseung [4:28 am]
mmhmm
love how soft they looked when u sat next to me
kept thinking abt how warm uâd feel on my lap
Your thighs pressed together instinctively, breath catching. You hesitated. Then, slowly, like some part of you needed him to see, you pushed the blanket down. Your legs were folded up, thighs squished slightly together. Your tiny shorts clung to you, barely covering the top of your legs. With one hand, you tugged your shirt up just enough to show a sliver of your tummy, skin warm and soft under the low light of your phone screen. Your finger trembled as you tapped the shutter. You stared at the photo for a long moment. You didnât look perfect, not posed like other girls might be. But something about it felt so real. So you sent it anyway.
You [4:30 am]
here :)
Three seconds passed. Then five.
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:30 am]
jesus baby
youâre gonna kill me
so fucking pretty
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:30 am]
canât stop looking
want u so bad right now
Your body was warm all over. You stared at his words with your bottom lip between your teeth, your legs slowly stretching under the blanket again, your heart racing faster than it had all night. You type with shaky fingers.
You [4:31 am]
want u too :(
miss u
You donât even care how needy it sounds, because itâs true. You miss the way he looked at you when no one else was watching. You miss the warmth of his hand next to yours. You miss how soft his lips were on yours.
Heeseung [4:31 am]
fuck baby
wish i could sneak into ur bed rn
kiss u slow n make u feel good
You bite your lip hard. Your whole body feels electric , flushed with adrenaline and want. You prop your phone up for a moment, your hand slipping under your oversized shirt. Your palm covers your left tit, squeezing softly. Your thighs shift and spread slightly as you angle the camera, lifting your shirt a little, enough to show a peek of tummy, the curve of your waist, the swell of your thighs pressed together in the low light. You snap the photo, heart hammering. And before you can change your mind, you send it.
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:33 am]
holy fuck
look at u babyâŠ
canât believe u sent this to me
Buzz.
Heeseung [4:33 am]
ur unreal
my pretty girl
all mine yeah?
Your legs curl up under the blanket again, warmth spreading between your thighs as you try to calm your breathing, but itâs impossible now, heâs everywhere, in your head, under your skin.
You [4:34 am]
mhm! only urs
want u so bad :((
Your pulse thunders in your ears as you shift on the bed, tugging your shirt higher. You take your shorts off, leaving your panties on, the cotton clinging to your pussy, soaked through, and you let your legs fall open. One hand moves to squeeze your tit, fingers covering your nipple, the curve of your breast spilling out just enough. Your shirtâs bunched under your chin, tummy soft and exposed. You lift your phone, and take a picture. You stare at it for a moment. You feel sick with nerves. Then:
You [4:35 am]
see? :(
You send the photo and immediately regret it. Not because you donât want him to see itâyou do, so badlyâbut because now thereâs nothing. No reply. You stare at your screen, chewing your bottom lip. One minute passes. Then two. Then three. Your stomach twists, nerves bubbling up like soda fizz under your skin. Was it too much? Did you freak him out? You reach for your phone again just as the screen lights up.
Heeseung [4:39 am]
âŠ.
Your breath catches.
Heeseung [4:39 am]
princess iâm so fucking hard rnâŠ
You bite down on your lip, heart pounding, legs still spread. His message replays in your head again and again. You canât help yourself.
You [4:40 am]
proof? :3
The typing bubble appears instantly. Then disappears. Then itâs still again for a moment, until your screen lights up with a photo. Heâs shirtless, skin flushed, abs tight. His hand is cupping his bulge through soft gray sweats, and the outline is obscene. Big. Thick. Heavy. You swear you let out the softest gasp, your thighs instinctively rubbing together. Heâs huge. You press your phone to your chest, eyes wide, heart fluttering out of rhythm.
You [4:40 am]
ugh hee this is so unfair :((
Heeseung [4:41 am]
wanna make it fair baby
want u to touch yourself for me
You donât even think. Your fingers are already slipping under the waistband of your panties before you start typing, your other hand barely steady.
You [4:41 am]
iâm already touching myself hee :( canât stop
Your cheeks burn, your breath shaky as you press down, wet, aching, throbbing for him.
Heeseung [4:42 am]
fuck princess
wish i was there
iâd take care of u so good
youâd be shaking on my fingers
Your head falls back against your pillow as you whimper, reading and rereading his messages. Heâs so good with his words, you feel them in your chest, between your legs, everywhere.
Heeseung [4:42 am]
how are u touching yourself baby?
You canât even think straight anymore. His messages have your body burning, soaked and aching, and your fingers are moving slow, desperate circles over your clit, and all you can think about is him. The weight of his hand. The sound of his voice. His lips saying âthatâs my girl.â You need him to see you like this. You pull the covers back just a little, breathing shaky as you lift your phone. One hand slips back under the waistband of your panties, your fingers teasing just enough to make your thighs twitch. You snap a photo. Your hand between your legs. Your panties slightly tugged down. Your thighs soft and parted. Youâre trembling when you hit send.
You [4:43 am]
âŠ
Seconds feel like hours.
Heeseung [4:43 am]
jesus fucking christ
look at you
fuck
keep touching yourself just like that
pretend itâs me
Your thumb hovers over the keyboard, the other hand still movingâslow, desperate circles on your clit, slick and messy. Youâre so close already itâs dizzying.
You [4:43 am]
i always pretend itâs u hee :(
You hit send, barely able to see straight. It takes him a moment.
Heeseung [4:44 am]
fuck baby
youâre driving me insane
wish i could hear u right now
whimpering all soft and needy
Another sharp flick of your wrist and you gasp, eyes fluttering shut. You are whimpering, broken, breathy sounds you try to muffle into your pillow.
Heeseung [4:44 am]
keep rubbing that pretty little pussy for me
slow circles baby just like iâd do it
make yourself cum for me yeah?
You [4:44 am]
mhm :((
are u touching yourself too?
You send it while circling your clit just the way he told you toâslow, trembling, and wet. You can barely keep your hand steady, your thighs twitching at every glide. A second later, his response lights up your screen.
Heeseung [4:45 am]
yes baby
canât help it
your pictures, your little sounds in my head
iâm so hard it hurts
That does it. You rub harder, faster, the heat coiling deep in your belly, your hips stuttering into your hand as you let out a tiny gasp, cheeks flushed, lip caught between your teeth. You need more, and he knows it.
Heeseung [4:46 am]
baby
put ur fingers inside for me
pretend itâs my fingers deep inside u
You whimper at the message, already sliding your fingers down lower, slipping them in without resistance. Youâre so wet, they glide in easily, your head tilting back at the stretch, the heat, the ache.
Heeseung [4:46 am]
god i wish it was me
wish i could feel how tight you are
iâd fuck u nice and slow
You moan into your pillow, fingers curling, fucking yourself just like he wouldâthinking about his voice in your ear, his breath on your skin, the way heâd whisper praises in your ear while kissing your neck. It hits hard, your orgasm ripping through you in waves, thighs trembling around your hand, lips parted in a silent cry. You stay like that for a moment, ruined and flushed, before managing to pull your hand away. Still breathless, you lift your phone with shaky fingers and take another photoâyour soaked fingers, a glossy string of cum stretched between them.
You [4:48 am]
made a mess for u hee :)
Heeseung [4:48am]
fuckâŠ
fuck princess
iâm gonna cum
Youâre still catching your breath when your phone buzzes again.
Heeseung [4:50 am]
youâre unreal baby
so pretty
so good for me
my perfect girl
You smile, cheeks hot, curled beneath your blanket now, the ache between your legs softening into warmth. You type slowly, eyes heavy with sleep.
You [4:50 am]
hee
u make me feel so good :(
want u here
wanna fall asleep on your chest
Heeseung [4:51 am]
iâd hold u so close princess
kiss ur forehead
play with ur hair til u fall asleep
You let out a soft, sleepy giggle into your pillow.
You [4:51 am]
mm that sounds perfect
goodnight hee <3
Heeseung [4:51 am]
goodnight baby
dream of me yeah?
<33
You tuck your phone under your pillow, smile still lingering on your lips as your eyes flutter shut, his words wrapped around you like a blanket.
You wake up to the soft buzz of your phone against your sheets, light from the screen spilling across your pillow.
27 new messages.
Your stomach flips. The group chat is blowing up and your name is all over it.
Sunoo
okay so itâs settled?? Heeseungâs place again??
Jungwon
yup tonight
Sunghoon
y/n donât forget your controller
Jay
does she even know whatâs happening rn
You stare at the screen, frozen. Heeseungâs place. Your cheeks burn as last night flashes in your mind, his voice, his texts, your fingers between your thighs. The pictures you sent. The ones he sent. And now⊠this? What if itâs weird now? What if it was just fun for him in the moment, but he doesnât actually want you? What if he regrets it, and youâre showing up like a fool? Youâre overthinking. Still, your fingers hover above the keyboard, hesitation burning in your chest. Then a new message pops up.
Heeseung
y/n are u in?
Three words. Thatâs all it takes to make your heart skip. You wait, ten seconds, twenty, trying not to read too much into it. Then, finally, you reply.
You
yeah :)
You stare at the little smiley face, hoping it doesnât look too nervous. Hoping he sees it and hears the âplease still want meâ in your head. Your phone buzzes again.
Heeseung [1:27 pm] (privately)
morning princess
missed u already
You [1:27 pm]
morning hee
missed u too <3
You send it before you can overthink, then hide your face in your pillow, kicking your legs. Your stomach is still tight with nerves, but his reply melts them just enough to let a smile creep in.
Youâre staring at your reflection again. For the third time. Your skirt is short, but not too short, you tell yourself, sitting perfectly on your waist. The soft grey cardigan you picked out earlier clings to your frame just enough to show it off, the top buttons left undone so collarbones and chest show. Youâre wearing perfume, a subtle one, the same one you wore last time at his place. You look cute. You know you do. You just hope he notices. Hope he wants you still. Hope none of what happened the other night has changed the way he looks at you.
Your phone buzzes again.
Sunoo
on our way! be there in 10
You grab your bag, swipe on a little extra lip balm, and head out. Fast-forward to Heeseungâs front door, everyoneâs already inside laughing and talking as you step in. The same cozy orange light glows through the living room, voices echoing through the apartment. And then you see him, sitting on the edge of the couch in a hoodie and sweatpants, hair slightly messy like always, exactly how you like it. He turns his head the second you walk in. And you swear his eyes trail down your body, slow and shameless.
âHey.â he says, voice low, lips lifting into the slightest smirk. âHey.â you mumble, already feeling your cheeks warm. âYou look cute.â he says simply. Like itâs just a fact. You barely manage a quiet âthank you.â before Sunghoon yells something about Mario Kart and the moment is gone. But not really, because you can feel his gaze on you even when youâre looking away.
The night has that same warm, familiar glow as last timeâsoft lights casting a gentle hue over Heeseungâs living room, the TV humming low as the next movie rolls. Everyoneâs sprawled around the room now, Sunghoonâs half-asleep already with a bowl of popcorn resting on his chest, Jay and Sunoo are arguing playfully about which horror movie is better, and Heeseungâs legs are stretched out in front of the couch where youâre curled up on one end, hugging a fluffy pillow. Your skirtâs ruffled from how youâve been shifting to get comfy, the neckline of your cardigan dipping slightly as you sink deeper into the cushions. You feel his gaze again, subtle but heavy. You glance up just in time to catch it, and he doesnât even look away. He just smirks a little. You flush. Again.
Trying to act casual, you tuck your legs under yourself, tugging the hem of your skirt down just a little more. The warmth of the room, the quiet chatter, the way Heeseung hasnât taken his eyes off you since you walked in, itâs all making you drowsy. By the time the third movie starts playing, your head is dipped against the couch, your cheek pressed to your arm. You fight it for a bit, blinking slow, barely following the plot, but your body is already giving in. Your breathing slows, your limbs go still, and eventuallyâŠyou fall asleep. Heeseung notices immediately. At first, he just glances over, ready to make a comment, maybe tease you, but the words never come out. Instead, his expression softens. The curve of your lashes against your cheek, the way your lips part ever so slightly when you exhale, itâs enough to make his heart stutter.
He shifts, propping his elbow on the couch, letting his fingers curl against his cheek, watching you in silence while everyone else reacts to whateverâs happening on screen. Youâre practically glowing under the dim light, blanket half falling off your thighs, cardigan slipping off one shoulder just enough to make him swallow hard. A while passes like that. Quiet. Intimate. Like itâs just the two of you in the room. Then Jay says something about it being past 3AM, and someone stands, stretching with a dramatic groan. âShould we bounce?â Sunghoon asks, rubbing his eyes. Jay nods. âYeah, iâm dead. Heeseung, all good?â Heeseung tears his eyes away from you for the first time in a while. âYeah.â Someone notices you next. âSheâs out cold.â Jay leans in, whispering loudly. âYou want us to wake her?â
Heeseung shakes his head, protective without even realizing it. âNo. Donât. Sheâs fine.â And just like that, they gather their things. Shoes are slipped on, phones grabbed off chargers, quiet goodbyes are mumbled, but Heeseung stays seated beside you, gaze still locked on your sleeping form. When the door finally closes and the apartment is quiet again, he stays still. His living room is bathed in that same soft orange glow, the credits roll on the TV, and youâre still there, breathing slow and peaceful, curled up with your lashes fluttering faintly, as if even in your sleep, you know heâs watching. He shifts just a little closer. You stir slightly when you feel the couch dip beside you, your body still heavy with sleep. âHey, princess,â a voice murmurs, soft and warm near your ear. âEveryone left.â You blink up at him, slow and disoriented, eyes adjusting to the dim light. âOhâŠI fell asleep?â Heeseungâs face is close, framed by the golden hue of the room, his smile gentle and just a little smug.
âYeah,â he says, brushing a thumb lightly over your cheek. âYou looked too cute to wake up.â You bite back a flustered smile, pulling the blanket tighter around your body. âYou couldâve at least nudged meâŠâ He shrugs, still looking at you like you hung the stars. âDidnât want to. You looked peaceful.â
Your heart flutters, cheeks warming as your sleepiness starts to fade. He doesnât move away, his face is still close, his hand resting beside your waist. The room feels warmer than it did earlier, quieter. Like everything outside of this couch doesnât matter right now. You shift a little, your voice still a bit hushed. âSoâŠitâs just us now?â Heeseung hums, tilting his head. âYeah.â A pause.âYou wanna stay a bit longer?â he adds. âJust us?â And the look he gives you isnât teasing, not this time. Itâs curious and hopeful.
You nod, still wrapped in the blanket, and sit up a little. A quiet yawn slips out before you bring your hand up to rub your eyes, still groggy, still warm from sleep. When you look up at him again, Heeseungâs already watching you, so closely, his gaze soft and heavy, like youâre the only thing in the world worth looking at. His lips are slightly parted, his expression unreadable but so full of something youâve never seen from him before, not like this. Your heart stutters. Maybe itâs the quiet of the room. Maybe itâs the way he hasnât looked away from you once. Maybe itâs the leftover warmth from your late-night texts, from the ache you havenât been able to shake since. But something makes you reach out, slow and uncertain, your fingers brushing against his cheek before settling there gently. His skin is warm under your touch, and his lashes flutter just slightly at the contact, but he doesnât move away.
Heeseung leans into your hand just the tiniest bit. And then, before you can overthink it, before you can get too scared, you lean in. Your lips press softly against his, barely there at first, just enough to feel the way he exhales sharply through his nose. His hand brushes lightly against your knee under the blanket, but he doesnât pull you closer, doesnât rush it. He just lets you kiss him, lets you decide. When you slowly pull back, your breath catching in your throat, you meet his eyes again. Heâs smiling, soft, in awe, and he whispers, âHey.â
A small laugh escapes your lips, bashful and sweet. âHi.â You donât say anything else for a second, both of you just sitting there in the glow of the room. And something in the way heâs looking at you, so soft, so wanting, makes the nerves dissolve into something deeper, heavier, needier. So you kiss him again.
This time with more pressure, more feeling, like all the nights of tension are finally spilling out through your lips. Your hand slips from his cheek to the back of his head, threading into his hair gently, and you feel him breathe in sharply when you do. His hands grip your waist and pull you effortlessly into his lap, and you melt against him, thighs bracketing his hips as his touch slides down to caress them slowly, reverently. You sigh softly into his mouth, and he hums in response, the sound low and satisfied. His fingers squeeze just above your knees, coaxing you closer until thereâs nothing between you but heat and fabric.
Your arms wind around his shoulders, fingers threading into his hair as the kiss deepens, grows hungrier, but still soft around the edges. His lips break from yours for only a moment, breath shaky against your cheek. âCould kiss you forever.â he whispers, voice rough and thick. Your lips are still barely touching when you whisper itâquiet, breathless, almost like a confession. âI missed you.â He pauses, eyes searching yours, hands still resting on your waist like heâs afraid to let go. His voice is gentler when he replies, like heâs matching your softness.
âYeah?â he murmurs, brushing his thumb along the hem of your cardigan. âI missed you too, princess. So much.â You feel your cheeks heat up, but you donât look away, not this time. Not when heâs holding you like that, not when heâs looking at you like youâre the only thing that matters. A shaky breath escapes you before you murmur, âYou have no idea how much I thought about you.â Heeseung tilts his head, his thumb tracing slow circles on your waist. âYeah, baby?â he asks softly, like heâs afraid to hope. âTell me.â You press your lips together for a moment before whispering, âI couldnât stop replaying everythingâŠthe way you looked at me, the way you talked to me last night. I couldnât sleep.â He lets out the faintest exhale, something between a sigh and a groan, like your words hit him right in the chest. âI know,â he says, brushing his nose against yours. âYouâve been in my head ever since i met you.â You look up at him again, shy and aching. âI was scared maybe you changed your mind.â
âNot even close,â he says without hesitation. âYou donât get itâŠI havenât wanted someone like this, ever.â Your fingers curl into his hoodie, heart thudding. His lips find yours again, slower, more sure. His hands cradle you like he canât believe youâre real. âI want you, Heeseung.â For a second, he just stares at you, his grip tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Then he leans in, lips brushing yours, voice dropping into something husky and warm, so low it shoots straight through your spine. âShow me how much, baby.â You donât hesitate. You crash your lips to his in a filthy, needy kissânothing like the soft ones you shared before. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as your body presses flush against his. He groans into your mouth, both arms wrapping around you, dragging you further onto his lap. His fingers slide up beneath your cardigan, caressing the soft skin of your waist, and your hips roll instinctively. Heeseungâs lips move feverishly against yours, and everything about him feels hot and overwhelming, like heâs been holding himself back for far too long. âYou drive me crazy.â he mutters against your lips, breathless. You only kiss him harder in response, fingers clutching the sides of his jaw like you never want to let go.
His hands drift lower, until they slip beneath the hem of your skirt. You gasp softly into the kiss when his palms find the soft flesh of your thighs, then higher, until heâs gripping your ass with both hands, squeezing gently but possessively. âYouâre so cute, baby.â he murmurs against your mouth, his voice thick with need and affection. You whimper, biting down softly on your lower lip as you pull back just enough to look at him. His eyes are dark, hooded, roaming over your face like heâs trying to memorize every little expression. Your cheeks flush, your hands stay tangled in his hair, your body warm and trembling in his lap. âYou make me feel soâŠâ you whisper, unsure how to finish the sentence with how full your chest feels. Heeseung leans in again, kissing you slower this time, his thumbs tracing soft circles over your skin. âI know,â he whispers. âMe too.â
Without even thinking, your hips begin to move , slow, subtle rolls against his lap, just seeking friction, something to ease the ache building between your thighs. You donât even realize what youâre doing at first, too lost in the feeling of him, the way his hands are holding you, the way his lips feel on yours. But the second you hear him exhale, a deep, shuddering breath, you freeze. âPrincessâŠâ he murmurs, his voice all rough and low, like heâs holding back. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, your cheeks burning. âHeeâŠâ you whisper, flustered, your fingers gripping his shoulders for balance. âI didnât mean toââ His hands slide up your back slowly, soothing. âDonât hide from me,â he says, and you feel him smile softly against your temple. âKeep going, baby.â Your breath catches, and you nod slowly, your lips brushing his skin as you speak. Your hips keep moving against him, soft and needy, your fingers clutching the fabric of his hoodie like itâs the only thing grounding you. âHeeâŠâ you breathe, your voice trembling as your lips brush against the warm skin of his neck. âYou feel so goodâŠâ
Your soft moan spills out before you can stop itâquiet, breathy, but it sends a sharp jolt through Heeseung. His grip on your waist tightens as his cock throbs beneath you, straining against his sweats. âFuck, babyâŠâ he groans, his voice rough and low. âYou sound so goodâgonna make me lose my mind.â You shiver at his words. You try to bury your face even deeper into his neck, cheeks burning. âStopâŠâ you whisper shyly, squirming in his lap, but not enough to actually get away. âDonât say stuff like thatâŠâ He laughs softly, the sound husky and fond as he presses a kiss to your temple. âWhy not?â he murmurs. âItâs true. Youâre so fucking cute when youâre like thisâŠall needy and shy in my lap.â
Your body moves again, hips rolling against him with a little more need, a little more desperation. Each soft moan and whimper that escapes your lips only fuels him more, your breath catching every time your clothed core drags along the thick bulge in his sweats. âNghâŠâ you whimper, clinging to him. âMmhâjust like that, babyâŠâ Heeseung groans, deep and low, his hands sliding down your waist until theyâre gripping your ass again, squeezing it firmly. His fingers dig in just a little as he helps guide your movements, encouraging you to grind harder against him, a soft moan leaving your mouth. âYeah?â he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. âThat what you want, princess?â You nod quickly, too dizzy to speak. He chuckles under his breath, hands keeping you steady as he rocks you against him, the pressure sending sparks through your whole body. âSo prettyâso fucking softâcanât get enough of youâŠâ
His hands slip beneath your cardigan slowly, warm palms cupping your breasts over your bra, and the soft moan that escapes you only makes his breath hitch. âFuckâŠâ he murmurs, voice low and strained as he palms at you, thumbing over the fabric. Youâre trembling, but still, you find the courage to sit back just enough to slowly shrug your cardigan off, cheeks burning as it falls to the couch behind you. You look up at him with wide, shy eyes, your chest rising and falling. His jaw drops slightly. âHoly fuckâŠâ he breathes, eyes glued to the way your breasts spill against the bra, soft and full. He wastes no time, hands grabbing them over the fabric, squeezing them in his palms. âYou like them, Hee?â you whisper shyly, barely able to meet his eyes.
He lets out a soft, strained laugh, eyes dark. âPrincess,â he groans, âIâm so fucking hard right now, what do you think?â Your whole face flushes hot, lips parted slightly. Still, you manage a soft, almost breathless, âYou can take it offâŠif you wanna,â your voice fragile, and your eyes impossibly big and trusting. He stares at you like you just gave him the universe. Heeseung doesnât say anything right away, just watches you for a moment, barely holding himself together. Then, slowly, he leans in. His lips find your neck, soft and warm, pressing kisses down the delicate skin like heâs savoring you. Each one slower than the last, trailing lower with every breath you take. Your eyes flutter shut, your fingers threading back into his hair as a shaky sigh slips from your lips.
His hands move with purpose, sliding behind you, and you feel the gentle tug as his fingers find the clasp of your bra. With one flick, it comes undone. The straps fall loose against your arms, and he pulls back slightly, eyes meeting yours. You give him a small nod, cheeks burning. He pushes the straps off your shoulders and lets the bra fall between you. Then his hands return to your chest, palms warm and reverent as he cups you fully now, skin to skin. He groans softly, like he canât help it, like the feel of you is too much. âSo soft,â he mutters, squeezing you gently. âSo fucking perfectâŠâ Your head tilts slightly with a quiet whimper, lips parted, body buzzing with heat as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, teasing and slow. âYouâre driving me insane, princess,â he breathes, voice thick and low. âYouâre too pretty for your own good.â
You lean in just a little, shy but needy, and Heeseung catches on instantly. His hands slide up your sides again, and he brings his mouth to your chest, kissing over the soft swell before wrapping his lips around one nipple. He sucks gently, warm tongue flicking, lips tugging just enough to make you gasp. One of his hands squeezes the other breast while his mouth works you, slow and purposeful. You whimper, back arching instinctively, and your hips begin to move again, grinding softly against the bulge straining beneath you. He switches sides, his mouth now on your other breast, sucking, licking, groaning low in his throat like he canât get enough of you. âYou like it, princess?â he murmurs between kisses, breath warm against your skin. âmhmâ you whine softly, your eyes shut tight as you let the pleasure wash over you. He chuckles, proud and a little breathless himself. âYeah? Then keep going, baby.â he murmurs, voice thick. His hands settle on your hips, helping guide your rhythm as you rock against him. âJust like that.â
His mouth returns to your chest, and the room fills with quiet whimpers, heavy breathing, and the soft sound of his lips on your skin. Your fingers tug gently at the hem of his shirt, your voice barely above a whisper. âHeeâŠâ Heeseung doesnât hesitate, he pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion and tosses it aside, and you canât help the soft gasp that escapes your lips. Your eyes roam his toned chest, the sharp lines of his abs catching the dim light. You bite your lip, hands instinctively rising to trace along the ridges, feeling the heat of his skin beneath your trembling fingertips. Still grinding against him, you lean forward slowly, pressing soft kisses to the side of his neck. One after another, each one deeper, needier. His breath catches when your lips suck gently, leaving behind faint red marks, proof of how badly you want him.
He groans, low and raspy, and his hands return to your ass, squeezing hard, pulling you closer as your grinding becomes more desperate. âFuck, baby.â he whispers, voice thick and strained, his head falling back just slightly as your mouth moves along his neck. His grip on your ass tightens as he helps guide your hips faster, harderâgrinding down on the thick bulge straining beneath you. Every drag of him against your clothed cunt sends sparks through your body, his cock catching perfectly on your clit, the pressure unbearable in the best way. Your moans come out higher now, breathy and helpless, and it only spurs him on. He groans low, âYouâre gonna cum, princess?â You nod frantically, eyes squeezed shut, hips rocking with desperate rhythm. âPleaseâŠHee, pleaseââ
He doesnât make you beg more than that. One of his hands slips down between your bodies, under your skirt, fingers pressing against the soaked fabric of your panties. He rubs small, fast circles on your clit, syncing with your grinding, the friction making you cry out. âShit, youâre so wet.â he breathes, watching you fall apart on top of him. âFeels good, doesnât it, baby?â And you can only nod again, whimpering, as your orgasm builds sharp and fast in your gutâhis voice in your ear, his hands on your body, everything pushing you closer and closer. You tremble as the wave crashes over you, tugging on his hair as your orgasm hitsâyour soft, broken whimpers filling his ears as you finish, your body melting in his arms. Heeseung wraps you up, his hand stroking gently up and down your back as he whispers, âGood girlâŠso good for me.â
Still catching your breath, you lift your head, take his face in both your hands, and kiss him deeply, slow and messy and full of all the want that had been simmering between you for weeks. When you finally pull back, your lips are kiss-swollen, your cheeks flushed, your eyes shy, but burning with something he canât look away from. You shift off his lap, still trembling a little, and settle down between his legs instead. Sitting back on your knees, you look up at him through your lashes, arms resting against his thighs, pressing your soft chest together just a little. âFuck.â he breathes, his voice raspier now, his eyes dark as they rake over you. His cock is twitching in his pants, straining, aching, just from the way youâre looking at him. Just from you. âPrincessâŠâ he says low, barely holding himself back. Your voice comes out breathy and shy, but so full of want it makes his head spin. âI wanna make you feel good, HeeâŠâ
Heeseungâs eyes drop to your hands as they move gently over the hard bulge in his pants, slow and curious, your fingers tentative but so eager. He swears under his breath, biting down on his lip, the way you look up at him so innocent while touching him nearly making him lose his mind. âShit, babyâŠâ he groans, hips twitching slightly into your touch. âYouâre driving me crazy.â You blink up at him, a soft smile tugging on your lips as your hands press a little firmer, rubbing him through the fabric. âLet me?â you ask quietly, so sweet, so soft, like youâre asking for permission to ruin him. He cups your cheek, brushing his thumb along your skin, voice low and wrecked. âYou can do anything you want to me, princess.â You give him the softest kiss on the cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer, like a promise.
Then, slowly, with trembling fingers, you tug down his sweatpants and boxers, your breath catching when his cock springs freeâbig, leaking, heavy against his stomach. Your thighs instinctively press together at the sight, and your lips part slightly, like youâre already imagining how he might taste. âGodâŠâ Heeseung exhales, his head tipping back as he watches you through lidded eyes. You wrap both hands around him delicately, like youâre handling something precious, and lean in, placing a soft, innocent kiss right on the tip. Your eyes flick up to meet his as you do, wide, shimmering, so sweet it makes his jaw clench. âYouâre so pretty, HeeâŠâ you whisper, kissing him again, lips brushing lightly down the side of his shaft.
He twitches in your hand, groaning low. âYouâre the one thatâs pretty, princess,â he murmurs, voice hoarse. âSo fucking prettyâŠdown on your knees for me.â He cups the back of your head gently, fingers threading into your hair as you continue kissing along his length, so slow, so teasing, savoring every second. Your tongue flicks out slowly, tasting the tip, salty and warm. You kiss it again, before dragging your tongue just a little lower, teasing the underside as you hear Heeseungâs breath hitch above you. âFuckâŠâ he mutters under his breath, his grip on your hair tightening just slightly.
You kiss him again, and then finally part your lips and sink down just a little, taking him into your mouth, the warmth and weight of him making you shiver. The second heâs inside, even just barely, a soft moan escapes you, quiet, involuntary, but enough to make him groan. âYou like it, baby?â he breathes, his voice low and ruined. You hum around him in response, sending vibrations up his shaft, and it makes him curse again. You pull back slightly, your lips wet and shiny, looking up at him with that same innocent gaze. Heeseungâs jaw clenches as he watches you. âGod, youâre so fucking perfect, princessâŠâ You wrap your lips fully around him, taking him deeper this time, your mouth warm and wet as you start to suck with more confidence. Your hand tightens its grip around his shaft, fingers sliding smoothly as you bob your head up and down, eyes locked on his dark, intense gaze.
A thin strand of drool escapes the corner of your mouth, dripping down his length, but you donât care, your focus is on him, on the way his breath hitches and his body tenses under your touch. Heeseung groans, one hand curling around your cheek, thumb brushing softly over your skin while the other finds your hair, guiding your movements like a gentle command. âFuck, baby,â he rasps, voice rough and desperate. âJust like thatâkeep going.â You obey without hesitation, the rhythm steady and slow, savoring every moment, every reaction from him. You take him a little deeper, the sudden stretch making you gag softly. Your eyes water, tears gathering at the corners, but you donât stop, driven by the way Heeseungâs low moan vibrates through you. Pulling back just enough to catch your breath, you look up at him with wide, glistening eyes and ask in a quiet, tender voice, âDoes it feel good, baby?â
The moment the word leaves your lips, his composure shatters. His grip tightens, jaw clenches, and a guttural growl escapes him.âFuckâŠ,â he rasps, voice thick with want and disbelief. âYou calling me thatâŠIâm losing it.â His hands tighten in your hair, pulling you gently but firmly back down as his hips shift, desperate for more. Heeseungâs hands grip your hair firmly, guiding your head up and down faster now. Your soft moans fill the room, the vibrations sending shivers straight through him. He growls low, voice strained with need. âShitâIâm gonna cum, princess.â he warns, breath hitching. You pull back just enough, lips parted and tongue sliding out to trace the length of him one last time. Your hands move eagerly up and down his shaft, keeping the pace as you wait for him to let go. His hips jerk forward suddenly, and he curses, fingers tangling tighter in your hair as he shudders, spilling hot and heavy into your mouth. You swallow it all and then lean in, lips parted, tongue peeking out to show him itâs all goneâclean, obedient, just for him.
His eyes darken as he exhales shakily. âHoly shit, babyâŠyouâre fucking unreal.â You giggle softly, cheeks flushed, and crawl back onto his lap. Your lips meet his for a tender kiss, sweet and slow, but he kisses you back harder, possessive now, hands sliding over your hips before squeezing your ass firmly. The sudden smack he lands on it makes you whimper against his lips, body jolting slightly. Then, with barely a second to catch your breath, he flips you over on the couch, your back hitting the cushions with a soft thud, his body hovering over yours. He kisses you hungrily, like he canât get enough, mouth trailing down your neck, your collarbones, teeth grazing, lips sucking until you know thereâll be marks. You whimper beneath him, arching into his touch, needing more.
He pulls your skirt down slowly, followed by your panties, dragging the soft fabric down your thighs with careful hands, like heâs unwrapping something precious. His breath catches when youâre bare for him, eyes darkening as he settles between your legs. His fingers gently part you, slow and deliberate, and he swipes through your slick with a quiet exhale. âSo prettyâŠâ he murmurs, almost to himself, like he canât believe what heâs seeing. Embarrassment flutters in your chest and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, cheeks burning. He chuckles softly, voice low and warm. âWhy are you hiding from me, baby?â
You donât answer, you canât, not when he leans in and presses a soft, open-mouthed kiss to you, licking a slow stripe that has your back arching. You gasp, your fingers reaching down to grab at his hair. He keeps going, licking, kissing, sucking, slow at first, then faster, more purposeful. You whimper his name, thighs trembling as he keeps you open with one arm wrapped around your hip. And then, his fingers. One sliding in, then another, curling just right as his mouth never lets up. The combination makes your toes curl, your moans growing softer but needier, your grip on his hair tighter with every flick of his tongue. âHeeâŠâ you whine, breathless.
He groans against you in response, like he could stay there forever, completely lost in you. His fingers are working you open, curling and thrusting in a rhythm thatâs already overwhelming. His tongue moves with practiced precision, flicking and sucking at your clit until your thighs are trembling around his head. And then suddenly, his fingers slip out, replaced by both of his arms wrapping firmly around your waist, tugging you closer to his mouth. His hands slide up your body and cup your tits, squeezing gently at first, then harder when you moan. His thumbs brush over your nipples, sending jolts of heat straight through your core. âFuck, you taste so good,â he groans between licks, his breath warm and ragged against you. âCould stay here all night, baby. Youâre so sweetâŠso wet just for me.â
You let out a choked sound, high and breathy, your hands flying to cover his on your chest, needing to feel him, hold him, ground yourself. Your hips twitch helplessly as his mouth drags another moan from your lips. âSo sensitive,â he mumbles, sucking your clit just right. âSo fucking good for me. Canât believe I get to have you like this.â
You whimper, eyes squeezed shut, fingers squeezing his tighter. âPleaseâŠBabyâdonât stop.â you whine. He moans against your cunt, sucking harder now, his fingers rolling your nipples as your body writhes beneath him, overwhelmed by the pleasure building like a storm. Your whole bodyâs trembling, thighs tightening around his head, your hips bucking up into his mouth without you even realizing. âHeeââ you whimper, breath hitching. âIâmâIâm cummingââ
Your hands clutch his over your chest, knuckles white, your back arching as your voice gets higher. âFuck, thatâs it,â he groans, voice muffled against your soaked cunt. âCum for me, baby. All over my fucking mouth.â And you do. A broken, high-pitched moan escapes you as your release crashes through your body, your hips stuttering against his face, your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. He groans again at the feeling, his tongue still working you through it, drinking every last bit of it up like he needs it to live. Your thighs tremble around him, your whole body going warm and overstimulated, but heâs still kissing the inside of your thigh, murmuring softly, âThatâs my good girlâŠâ
He pulls back from between your thighs, lips shiny, eyes dark and hungry. Still catching your breath, you reach up with shaky arms and hook them behind his neck, tugging him down into a messy, desperate kiss. You moan softly into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He groans into the kiss, hands sliding under you, one under your back, the other under your thighs, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You gasp, arms tightening around his shoulders, your forehead resting against his. He carries you through the quiet of his room, the only sound your shallow breathing and the soft creak of the floor beneath his feet. His eyes stay locked on yours, so intense it makes your stomach flutter.
And when he reaches the edge of the bed, he lays you down gently, hands never leaving your body, and whispers, âYouâre so perfect like this, princessâŠâ He crawls over you slowly, eyes raking over every inch of your bare body, like he canât believe youâre really here, like this, under him. His hands trail down your waist, squeezing gently before gliding to your hips, your thighs, your ass. He lowers his head to your neck, kissing and sucking softly, then down to your chest, lingering there, murmuring sweet nothings between kisses.
âIâm gonna make you feel so good.â he whispers against your skin, voice low and rough. You nod, already breathless, lips parting into a pout. âPlease, babyâŠâ you whine, fingers slipping through his hair, playing with it softly. His eyes flicker between yours as he pushes his sweatpants down, his voice low and breathless. âMy sweet little girlfriend, yeah?â he murmurs, gaze heavy with want, but also something softer. You gasp, heart pounding, but you nod quickly, eagerly. âYes, baby⊠please. Wanna be yours, Hee.â He groans under his breath, palming himself through his boxers. âFuckâŠâ Then he slips them off, his cock springing free once again. He positions himself between your thighs, stroking himself slowly as he looks down at you, completely bare and trembling beneath him. âAll mine,â he whispers, leaning in to kiss you again, âGonna take care of you.â
He finds your hand beside your head and gently intertwines his fingers with yours, grounding you, holding you close. âGot you, baby.â he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Then he slowly starts to push inside, inch by inch, his breath stuttering. âGodâŠyouâre so tight, princess. Love this pretty pussyâŠâ You whimper, brows furrowed as you cling to his hand, squeezing it tightly. The stretch burns a little, making you wince, your thighs trembling around his waist. He pauses, his free hand stroking your cheek, eyes locked with yours. âYou okay?â he murmurs, voice laced with care. You nod shyly, breathless. âY-Yeah⊠just go slow, baby.â
As he inches in the rest of the way, your mouth parts in a sharp gasp from the stretch, but before the sound can fully escape, Heeseung leans in and kisses you, swallowing the noise and grounding you with his lips. âDoing so good for me.â he murmurs against your mouth. He stays there, buried deep, holding still, giving you time, kissing your cheeks, your nose, the corner of your lips. You squeeze his hand tighter, chest rising and falling as you adjust to the size of him. âY-You can moveâŠHee.â you whisper shyly, blinking up at him with watery eyes. He nods, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. âOkay, baby. Iâll be gentle.â And then he starts to move, slow and careful, dragging his hips back and rolling them forward again. He keeps holding your hand, his other brushing down your side. Every thrust melts the ache into something warmer, deeper, and you whimper softly beneath him, each sound making his heart clench. âThatâs it,â he breathes, kissing your cheek as your lashes flutter. âFeels good now, doesnât it?â
You nod quickly, lips parted, eyes fluttering open to meet his. âMhmâŠfeels so goodâŠâ Heeseung leans closer, voice rough and low in your ear. âBeen thinking about you like this since the first time I saw youâŠâ You gasp, your back arching at his words. âAll wet and shyâŠwrapped around my cock like this.â His thrusts get slower, deeper, savoring every second. âFuck, you feel like a dream, princess.â Your hands cling to his shoulders, lips brushing against his ear as you pant, your voice trembling but honest, too far gone to hold back now. âI touch myself to your voiceâŠâ you whisper, so shy but so desperate.âEvery time you spoke, Iâd get so wet.â You whine, tightening around him. âSo wet for you, Hee⊠always.â His hips falter at the confession, breath catching in his throat. âFuck, babyâŠâ he groans, voice rough with desire, and then he thrusts harder, faster, trying to reach deeper just from your words alone.
âYouâve been mine this whole time, hm?â he breathes against your lips. âGetting off to my voice, fuckâdirty little thing.â You whimper, completely unraveling, and heâs loving every second of it. âPlease, HeeâŠwanna ride you, please.â Your voice is all breathy and sweet. He groans low, twitching inside you, the tip of his cock nudging that spot that makes your thighs tremble. âFuckâŠyeah, baby,â he breathes. âCâmere.â He pulls out gently, lays flat on the bed, eyes burning into yours as he guides you up. âCome ride your man.â Youâre quick to move, desperate, aching. You straddle him with shaky thighs and grab his cock, lining him up and slowly sinking down, whining as he stretches you open again. Your hands splay on his abs for balance, your head falling back at the fullness. âSo deepâŠâ you breathe. âF-fuck, HeeseungâŠâ He watches you like youâre the only thing thatâs ever mattered, his hands gripping your thighs, sliding up your waist, thumbs brushing under your breasts. âThatâs it, baby⊠take what you need,â he says, voice low and full of want. âLook at youâŠriding me so good already.â
You start bouncing on him, slow at first, then faster, the wet sound of you taking him again and again filling the room, making his breath catch in his throat. Your head tilts to the side a little as soft, high-pitched moans spill from your lips, your eyes fluttering with every drag of him deep inside. âHoly shitâŠâ Heeseung groans, eyes roaming all over youâyour flushed skin, your bouncing tits, the way your stomach tightens every time you sink back down on him. His hands move up to your chest, squeezing your tits in his palms, thumbs brushing over your nipples just to hear you whine again. Then down, caressing the curve of your waist, trailing lower until they find your ass, gripping it hard, pulling you deeper on his cock, then suddenly landing a sharp slap to one cheek.
You gasp, a broken moan leaving your throat as your hips stutter. He smirks, rubbing the spot he slapped. âSo fucking cute when you sound like that, princess.â Then his hands slide down your thighs, fingers dragging over the soft skin, admiring the way they tense as you keep moving. âFeel so good riding me, baby.â he says, voice breathless.
Your rhythm turns desperate, bouncing faster and harder as your hands cling to his abs, nails digging slightly into his skin. âWant youâso bad, Heeâneed you,â you pant, voice high and breathless, âNeed to beâunder your skinâŠâ He lets out a soft chuckle, the need in your voice making his cock twitch deep inside you. âGod, baby,â he murmurs, his hand sliding down to rub tight, fast circles on your clit. âYouâre so fucking needyâŠâ You nod, crying out as his fingers work you harder, your thighs trembling. âHeeâHee, I love youâlove you so muchâahh!â His hips twitch beneath you, and he sits up just enough to pull you in for a kiss, messy and deep, all tongue and breath. âI love you too, princess,â he whispers against your lips, âIâll always take care of youâmy sweet, perfect baby.â You nod frantically, fingers tangling in his hair, overwhelmed with pleasure and emotion. âIâm gonna cumâgonna cum for you, Hee!â
âCum for me, baby.â he groans, fingers still circling your clit as you crash into your orgasm, moaning loud, hips stuttering. He holds you through it, eyes fixed on your face, utterly in love. Then, with a low curse, he lifts you just enough to slide out of you, stroking himself fast and desperate before finishing all over your belly with a strangled moan, his hand trembling from the force of it. You both stay still for a moment, catching your breath, your skin warm and glowing, his cum sticky on you, his arms still wrapped around you as you sit on his lap. Heâs pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your hips. âWas that okay?â he murmurs against your skin, voice low and hoarse. You nod slowly, leaning your head against his. âIt was perfect.â He smiles, nuzzling your neck, âYouâre perfect.â
After a moment, he shifts gently, reaching for a tissue from the nightstand and cleaning you up carefully, his touch tender, eyes always flickering up to check if youâre okay. You just watch him, dazed and dreamy and completely in love. He tosses the tissue aside and pulls you into his chest. You tuck yourself under his chin, your fingers playing softly with his hair. His heartbeatâs still a little fast. âI still canât believe i did this to you.â he whispers. You smile against his skin. âI always wanted you to do it.â You lie there like that for a while, tangled up, warm and soft, only the sound of your breathing filling the room.
His hand finds yours again, fingers interlacing without thought. Then, very quietly, you murmur against his chest, âWant you to fuck me again, Heeseung.â He freezes. Blinks. Tilts his head to look at you, his eyes wide. âW-What? Now?â You look up at him innocently, smiling, eyes wide and full of mischief. âMhm!â He groans, dragging a hand down his face as the tips of his ears turn bright red. âPrincessâŠyouâre gonna kill me.â You giggle, tugging at his hair and pulling him back down for a sweet kiss.
a/n: got lazy at the end. also left a sneaky easter egg whoever finds it gets a kiss :p idk how this got so long sry if it was annoying
SYNOPSIS: Dog trainer is rather a fun occupation indeed, however, it is even more fascinating when the owner is far more obedient than the dog himself.
WARNING: 18+ content, minors dni.
A/N: hihi loves <3 this fic was requested by anonnie :3 all likes, comments, reblogs are highly appreciated! it keeps me motivated! iloveyou all and happy reading <33
You loved your job, truly. Being an animal lover, there was nothing more fulfilling than spending your days with sweet dogs, getting paid for the same was just a bonus.Â
But lately, one of your clients had started behaving more like the dogs than the dog himself. Shiro? Heâs an angel, a sweet golden retriever with a heart of gold and a tail that wagged like a metronome the second he saw you. He was easy to train, highly intelligent, eager to please, and just a sweet ball of fluffy sunshine.
His owner, however, is a completely different story.
You crouched beside Shiro in the sunlit yard, brushing a hand along his neck, cooing low, âgood boy, Shiro. You did so well today, hm? Such a smart boy.â
You couldnât help but notice a sigh behind you, a sharp intake of breath, however, you didnât turn around just yet, knowing it was just Jake strolling through, observing your process, like he always does under the guise to ensure his precious puppy was safe.Â
He never interrupted, just stood on the side with his hands shoved in the pockets of his sweats, pretending as if heâs not watching each move, listening to each command with the utmost concentration.Â
âSuch a good boy,â you whispered yet again, letting your words linger as the puppy enjoyed the gentle caressing of your nails down his fur on the back.Â
That earned you another sigh, this one being sharper than before, which was enough to grasp your attention, eye flicking up to see Jake leaned against the side of the fence, arms crossed, sunlight caressing his face in a gentle breeze.Â
His hair looked as if heâd run his fingers through them plenty of times, tousled beyond normal, jaw tensed and plush lips parted just a bit. His eyes werenât on Shiro, rather, he was fixated staring at your hand.Â
âHey,â he breathed out the second he saw you staring, voice unsure, as if trying to appear stronger.Â
âJake,â you stood up, âdidnât hear you come in.â
âYeah, was just watching,â he said casually, gulping before saying, âyouâre good with him.â
You chuckled, âI sure do hope so, been training dogs for a while now, theyâre smart honestly, and well, praises always help.â
His pulse throbbed at his neck, you noticed the way his hand twitched at his side, fingertips brushing the waistband of his sweats.
âPraise, huh?â He echoed, voice huskier now.
You let your gaze wander down his body, âpraise is powerful,â you said, stepping closer until he felt your warmth, âespecially when it comes from someone you want approval from.â
Jake inhaled sharply, eyes flicking to your lips, then back up to yours, âIâuh, yeah.â
You smiled sweetly, feigning innocence as you tilted your head, letting your fingertips drift down to Shiroâs silky fur again instead of Jakeâs needy body.
âHm,â you murmured softly, âthatâs why I always make sure Shiro knows when heâs being good.â
Jake stayed still, almost too still, however, you could feel the tension radiating off of him like heat, his body wound tight, practically trembling, he wanted to move, wanted your attention back.Â
âSuch a good boy, sitting so well for me, hm? So well behaved,â you mumbled and Shiro barked with joy.Â
Jake could see your skirt ride up with how you were crouched down, which made the matter only worse for the poor boy, exhaling harshly, the tip of his ears turning a shy shade of red.Â
Instead, you scratched beneath Shiroâs chin, whispering gently, âI love how patient you are, baby. You donât bark, you donât whine, you just wait like a good boy.â
Jake made a soft noise behind you, barely audible, almost like a choked off groan, turning abruptly on his heel.
You glanced up to see his back already disappearing through the glass sliding door, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched like he was running from something. Like he needed space, maybe air, or rather, a cold shower. You grinned at the situation.Â
Without hesitation, you rose, brushing off your knees, gave Shiro one last kiss to the top of his head, who wagged his tail with happiness, and followed.
The hallway was quiet when you slipped inside. You heard the bedroom door creak open ahead, not slam, he didnât wish to make a scene, didnât want to admit he was bothered, but he was. The poor boy was unraveling.
You didnât knock, just padded softly toward the half open door until you were leaning in the doorway, watching him with folded arms.
Jake stood by the window, head bowed, one hand gripping the edge of the sill, the other brushing up the back of his neck. His sweats were doing nothing to hide the tent between his legs, straining like it was begging for release. He hadnât even noticed you yet, he simply wished to calm himself down.
You stayed silent for a moment, letting the air thicken between you, before breaking it with a gentle, âyou alright?â
Jake stiffened for a solid second, turning slightly, eyes wide, âIââ his throat bobbed, voice cracking as he said, âyeah, of course. Just needed some air.â
You took a slow step in, then smiled, âwas it the air, hm? Or the way I talk to your dog?â
He groaned, chest rising like he was holding back another sharp exhale, âyou, uh,â he shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek.
You tilted your head, âItâs just praise, Jake,â you said innocently, crossing the room now until you were close enough to touch, âsome boys need it more than others.â
He swallowed hard, eyes flicking down to your lips again, âIâwhat? Uh fuck.â
You smiled yet again, so innocent, then leaned close, your voice a velvet whisper by his ear, âand I know when a boy wants to be praised too.â
He was shaking by now, no one had ever cornered him like this, called him out this way, so clearly, yet softly, as if you had authority over him, and he was pretty sure that you did, or rather, he wanted you to have it.Â
Jakeâs jaw tightened, his eyes fluttering shut for a second, like even your breath was too much for him. He looked down again, the tips of his ears practically crimson now, his chest rising and falling like he couldnât get enough air.
âYouâre so obvious,â you murmured, brushing your fingers along his wrist, watching him shudder, the way his body twitched, âstanding here, trying to act like you donât want it, but baby, your body always gives you away.â
âIâm notââ he started, but his voice cracked halfway through, and his knuckles clenched. He couldnât even lie to you.
âNo?â You asked, stepping even closer, chest nearly brushing his, âthen whyâd you run inside so fast, Jakey?â
He didnât answer, instead, he stared at your mouth, blinking slowly, eyes glassy with the want he hadnât even realized was showing. You sighed sweetly, fingers sliding up his shirt, then around the back of his neck as you gently turned him, walking him backward until his back hit the wall.
âOh, baby,â you said softly, nose brushing his cheek, âyouâve got no idea how easy you are to read.â
Your thigh slid between his legs, and he gasped, âyou heard me call Shiro a good boy and just about lost it, didnât you?â
His head dropped back against the wall with a low groan. His hands twitched at his sides, not daring to touch you, eyes yearning at this point.Â
You leaned in, whispering hot against his throat, âpoor thing, did it make you hard when I said it, huh? Or when I scratched his chin and told him how proud I was of him? Yeah?â
Jake whimpered, actually whimpered as if he was in pain.
âOh,â you cooed, âthere it is.â
Your hand trailed down his chest, not too fast, not too eager, rather, it was painfully slow. You kissed just under his jaw and smiled when he flinched like heâd been waiting for this, yet, not expecting it.
âDo you want me to say it to you?â You teased, brushing your hand over his aching cock through his sweats. He gasped, knees wobbling, âwant me to call you a good boy, Jakey?â
âPâplease,â he choked, voice thin and high.
âAw,â you sighed, âI donât know, I think you like the chase, donât you? Acting like youâre not desperate, and then here you are, whining.â
You rubbed a little harder, watching the way his hips shifted forward into your palm without even thinking. You leaned close again, lips brushing his cheek, and whispered, âyouâre already so hard through these. Is that from my voice, Jake? Or is it just that easy to ruin you?â
âFuck,â he gasped, face burning, his body tense and shivering now, âI canâtâplease.â
You tilted your head, âplease what, baby?â
He looked at you with wide eyes, biting his lip, âcall me that. Please, IâI really need it.â
You leaned in and licked the shell of his ear, âgood boy.â
Jake whimpered again, louder this time, his head falling forward into your shoulder, body shaking.
âAw, there it is,â you giggled softly, hand wrapping around the bulge in his pants, slow strokes that made him stutter against you, âthatâs what you came inside for, right? My voice, hm? You want to be treated like a puppy too?â
He nodded, frantic almost. So you grabbed his jaw, tipped his head back against the wall and slotted your lips against his plush ones, and he melted with a low groan, legs buckling slightly as he moaned into your mouth.
You pulled back, breath warm on his lips, âbed. Now.â
He obeyed instantly.
You watched him go, all wobbly and flushed, then followed with a slow pace, pulling your top off over your head as you walked. His eyes were stuck on your thighs, your chest, your smirk, he looked like a man already halfway gone, devoted.Â
âLay down, arms up.â
Jake followed. The second you climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips, he whimpered again, like he was afraid of what was coming and needed it more than air.
âTouch me, please?â He whispered.
You smiled, eyes sparkling, âgood puppies donât beg,â you said sweetly, pressing your hand over the front of his pants again, âthey wait.â
His hips bucked under you, and he gasped when your fingers slipped inside the waistband, finally touching the flushed tip of his cockâalready leaking, twitching in your palm.
âGod, Jake,â you said, eyes glinting with dark amusement, âyouâre dripping for me, didnât even last a minute.â
âIâm sorryâfuck, Iâm sorry,â he kept on mumbling, flushed by now.Â
You pressed your lips to his ear, âdonât apologize,â you whispered, âyou should be like this, hm? Weak and ruined. Thatâs what you are for me, arenât you?â
He nodded, a whimper coming right out of his chest. You stroked him slowly, ignoring his needy little thrusts up into your hand. He started panting, his eyes welled.
âAlready?â You teased, tightening your grip, âyouâre gonna cry from just this?â
Jake blinked fast, a tear slipping down the curve of his cheek, looking so pretty you couldnât help but stare at the helpless man who laid under you, his eyes begging you, âI câcanât help it, feels too good, youâre soâuh fuck.â
âAh, poor lil pup, you get a little attention and you fall apart? Just like a good fucking puppy.â
That was enough for him to break, he fell apart with a loud, desperate moan, hot and messy in your hand, body shuddering hard. His head turned into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, another tear sliding down his cheek.
But you were far from done. You climbed down his body, licking a slow stripe along his cock as he whimpered and writhed from overstimulation.
âPlease, I canât, oh god, fuckâitâs too muchââ he gasped.
âShh,â you smiled against the head, licking again, âgood puppies donât complain.â
Then you sucked him in again, brutally slow and mean, letting him cry under you.
âYou love being ruined, donât you?â You whispered against his soaked skin, âso desperate for my voice, my hands, my mouth, my fucking praise, hm?â
He nodded, sobbing softly now, trying to breather and you just chuckled. âsuch a pathetic, needy lilâ good boy.â
You crawled back up his trembling body, licking his tears as they fell, kissing each one from his flushed cheeks while his breath stuttered. He looked so beautiful like this, face sticky with desperation, lips swollen from biting down on them to keep quiet, eyes shining wet and wide as he stared up at you like you were the only person who understood him.Â
âYou still crying, baby?â You chuckled, brushing his messy hair off his forehead, âor did that feel too good, hm?â
âIâI canât,â he choked, hips twitching, still overstimulated, âfeels so goodâI canât think.â
âGood,â you purred, leaning down to kiss him softly, juxtaposing the filthy way your hand was still pumping his sensitive cock, slow, just enough to keep his nerves fraying, âI donât want you to think. I want you to feel, yeah? Want you to be a good boy and cry while I ride you.â
Jake made a crying sound in his throat, a whimper caught halfway to a moan. You slid back up, thighs spreading over him as you aligned your slick cunt to the flushed, trembling head of his cock. He was still twitching, still softening slightly from the orgasm, but the second your warmth touched him, he gasped, like his body had no choice but to obey you.
âOh my god,â you moaned, letting yourself sink down, stretching around his thickness inch by inch. He was hot and swollen inside you, still a little too sensitive, and it made every second so much more delicious, âyou feel so fucking good, puppy.â
His hands clenched at the sheets beside him like he was fighting for sanity, eyes rolled back slightly, wet lashes fluttering, tears spilling more freely as you sank all the way down on him, full and snug and perfect.
âYouâre crying again,â you sighed, cupping his wet cheek as you gave one slow grind of your hips, âyou poor, poor thing. Is it too much? Too good? Or do you just love being inside me that much?â
âIâI love it,â he sobbed, eyes squeezed shut, âfeels so fucking good, I canâtâfuck, pleaseââ
âShh,â you kissed the corner of his mouth, then licked the salt off his tears, âdonât cry too much, baby. Youâre supposed to be my good boy, remember?â
âI am! Iâm tryingââ he cried, the desperation in his voice sending a shiver through your entire body.
âTrying?â You repeated with a cruel little smile, hips starting to roll with a deliberate rhythm, âyou donât have to try, sweet thing, youâre made for thisâto cry under me, to take it all, to whimper when I ride you like youâre just my favorite little fucktoy.â
Jake whined, wrecked by now, his hands finally twitching up to your hips but still not grippingâlike he didnât dare hold too tight.
âPlease, I need it,â he begged, tears soaking down his temples now, dripping into his hairline. âPlease say it, please say it again.â
You leaned down, mouth brushing the shell of his ear, your words like honey, yet something that was enough to destroy him, âgood fucking boy.â
The sob that tore out of his throat nearly broke you, such a pretty boy, crying and moaning just to be called a good boy? You loved it.Â
âOh fuck,â you moaned, grinding faster now, your pace building, âyou like that? Like it when I ride you and tell you how pathetic and pretty you are, crying like a bitch in heat? Just for me?â
âYes,â he gasped, âyes, yesâyes, I love it, I loveââ he cried out, couldnât form words.Â
âOh, baby,â you giggled, hand tangling in his hair to yank his head back, exposing that flushed, trembling throat, âyou donât even know what love is. Youâre just pussy drunk, huh? All that cum fried your lilâ puppy brain.â
Jake whined like he agreed, hips jerking up into yours now, matching your pace with helpless little thrusts, his cries louder and wetter the more you bounced on him.
His eyes glazed over completely, mouth hanging open, drool glistening on his plush bottom lip, and it was too much. He looked ruined, sobbing, moaning, barely breathing at this point, letting his cock be used like it was never his to begin with.
âFuck, Jake,â you gasped, grinding deep, âyouâre so good for me, such a good boyâlook at you, crying while I ride your cock. You love it, donât you? You love being used like this.â
âI love youâfuckâI love it, I love your pussy, I canât, please! Please, Iâm gonnaââ
You slapped his cheek lightly, making his eyes snap wide open as you rode him harder, âyou wanna cum again, baby?â
He nodded, frantic, tears still sliding down his cheeks.
âYou wanna cum like a good puppy while I use you, huh?â
âYes,â he screamed, hips jerking up hard, âyes, yes, please, please!â
âThen fucking cry for me, Jakey,â you moaned, grinding down hard, your clit rubbing against his body perfectly, âshow me how much you need it. Show me how pathetic you are for me.â
And thatâs what he didâhe fell apart beneath you with a sob that echoed through the room, body shuddering like heâd been waiting for this since ages, his warm cum flooded you again, cock pulsing wildly as he whimpered through the orgasm, tears streaming down both cheeks now, lips trembling.
However, you didnât stop, you kept rolling your hips, squeezing around him, grinding through his second orgasm, letting the overstimulation destroy what was left of him. He was hiccuping now, crying into your chest, moaning your name like a sweet little puppy.
âThatâs it, baby,â you whispered sweetly, kissing the top of his head, âyouâre such a good boy. Look how pretty you cry for me.â
Jake just sobbed, clinging to you like he never wanted to be let go, and you just smiled, not having it in you to stop. You wished to break him again, and again, all over again.Â
Until he would be just a broken, obedient little puppy for you.Â
â â.Ë warnings: smut, sleepy sex, mutual masturbation, handjob, unprotected sex, creampie, spooning to mating press, size kink, dirty talk, mild degradation, praise kink, alcohol use, semi-public sex (with someone in the next room), secret sex, slow burn if you squint - fast burn if you donât
â â.Ë A/N: inspired by heeseungs 2023 en-log with his brother~ taglist
âËàżâminors dni | 18+ only | nsfwââËàż
heedo: yo wanna hang w me n my bro today?
ramen run > gaming cafe > karaoke
u in?
I blinked at the screen and smiled. Heedo and I had gotten close fastâlike magnets, honestly. Ever since weâd met in freshman psych, the guy had a way of dragging me into weird little adventures, the kind that left me half-exhausted and grinning for hours afterward.
me: u know Iâm always in. what time?
We met at campus convenienceâme in a hoodie, messy hair, nothing impressive. Heedo was already there, his arm slung casually around a guy I didnât recognize at first until he turned and gave me a sleepy grin.
âY/n, this is my brother,â Heedo said, motioning with his chin. âHeeseung. Donât let the dead eyes fool you. Heâs got a soul somewhere in there.â
Heeseung arched a brow, lips twitching. âHi.â
God. Hi had never sounded that nice. He was taller than Heedo, just a bit, but somehow⊠softer? Hair a little long, eyes sharp but lazy, like heâd rather be in bed than under the fluorescence of college ramen aisles. Heedo was firecracker energy; Heeseung was a smoldering coil waiting to heat up.
âYou picking alcohol or do I?â I asked, glancing at Heedo.
âObviously you. I always end up grabbing the gross beer.â
I turned to grab two bottles of soju, a pack of melon-flavored chasers, and a bunch of instant ramen. When I turned back, Heeseung was watching me. I mean, watching. His tongue poked briefly at the inside of his cheek, then he looked away.
âYou always this competitive?â he murmured once, leaning over after a win. His breath ghosted over my ear, slow and hot.
âOnly when the prize is worth it.â
He just smirked.
âââ ââ ââ â ââ
By karaoke, we were a little buzzed. Soju lit my limbs, made everything heavier and lighter at once. Heedo was belting out an old SHINee song, terribly off-key, while I collapsed into laughter against Heeseungâs side.
He didnât move away.
âYouâre not singing?â I asked him.
Heeseung looked down at me, eyes hazy but deliberate. âOnly if you beg.â
I donât know what possessed meâbut I leaned up to whisper, âSing for me.â
He didnât. He just stared at me a second longer, then knocked back the rest of his shot and passed me another.
âââ ââ ââ â ââ
We got home at 2:13 a.m.
Heedoâs placeâtechnically his and Heeseungâs parentsâ houseâwas huge and too quiet. His parents were gone for the week, something heâd mentioned offhand as we took off our shoes in the front hallway. I padded down the corridor in thick socks, swaying a bit.
âY/n, youâre staying, right?â Heedo asked, already halfway to his room. âGuest futonâs in Heeseungâs room. Iâd say crash in mine, but Iâm a snorer and I donât want you posting revenge videos tomorrow.â
âYou do snore,â I laughed. âFine. But if he snores, Iâm coming back to your room.â
âDonât bet on it,â Heeseung muttered behind me.
I turned to him, arching a brow. âYou that confident, huh?â
He smirked, disappearing into the bedroom.
âââ ââ ââ â ââ
The room was dimly lit, cool, the scent of cedar and something faintly citrusy clinging to the walls. Heeseung had already tossed two futons onto the hardwood, one beside the other. He peeled off his hoodie and dropped it near the wall, leaving only a white tee clinging to the lean lines of his torso.
I pretended not to look.
I was in one of Heedoâs old oversized shirtsâslightly wrinkled, just long enough to cover what it needed to. I tugged it lower, my bare legs shifting across the sheets as I sat down on my futon. Heeseung dropped beside me, close, too close. Our knees brushed.
We both froze.
âNeed anything?â he asked, voice low.
âMm.â I glanced downâright as the fabric of his sweatpants shifted, outlining something very not soft under the surface. His cock was thick, hardening. Maybe it had been already. Maybe Iâd brushed him and hadnât realized.
My eyes flicked to his face.
He was watching me again.
I tilted my head, lips curving. âThat for me, Heeseung?â
He didnât flinch. âYou touching me do that.â
God, his voiceâit was like warm honey and gravel.
âYou get hard that easy?â
He shrugged. âYouâre cute. Wearing that. Acting all innocent. Itâs kind of sick, actually.â
I licked my lips, slow. âThen maybe I should fix it.â
Before he could answer, I reached over, palm grazing the bulge in his pants. He sucked in a breath. The fabric was thin. I could feel the heat of him, the sheer size. I rubbed slow circles, then pressed harder, fingers teasing his length through the cotton.
âY/nâŠâ he groaned, voice tight. âWhat are you doing?â
âHelping,â I whispered.
I slid my hand beneath the waistband, curling fingers around the thick, hot weight of him. He hissed through his teeth, his hips jerking subtly into my grip.
His cock was hugeâveiny, heavy, the head flushed and slick already. I pumped him slow, letting my thumb brush over the tip. Heeseungâs hand clenched in the sheets, his body trembling.
âYouâre seriously justââ he gasped, ââjerking me off? With my brother in the next room?â
âYou want me to stop?â
He looked at me, eyes dark. âIf you stop now, Iâll fuck you so hard youâll wake him.â
My breath hitched.
I let go of his cock, pulled the shirt up over my head, and dropped it to the floor. Naked. Skin burning. I straddled him, watched his jaw clench as my thighs settled on either side of his waist.
âYou gonna be quiet?â I whispered.
Heeseungâs hands gripped my hips like a death sentence.
âNo.â
And then he was inside me.
I bit back a cry, eyes rolling back. Thick, stretching me open, deeper than I couldâve imagined. I rocked against him slow, skin slapping skin so faintly I prayed the walls were thick enough.
Heeseung moved like a goddamn predator. One hand slipped up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades, guiding me to lean down. His lips found my neck, teeth grazing the pulse point as he thrust up harder.
Wet. Tight. Every inch of him carving me open. I whimpered.
âYou like riding your best friendâs brother?â he growled against my ear. âHuh? That what you wanted?â
I nodded, barely coherent.
âSay it.â
âI like itâI like your cockâfuck, you feel so goodââ
He rolled, pinning me beneath him, slamming into me harder now, grinding against that sweet spot until I was clawing at the sheets, legs trembling.
Heeseung bit down on my shoulder to muffle a groan.
I came firstâshuddering, gasping, clenching around him. He followed moments later, spilling into me with a low grunt, eyes squeezed shut, hips jerking erratically as he emptied every last drop inside.
We lay there, chests heaving, the air thick with sweat and heat.
Somewhere down the hall, Heedo snored like a dying bear.
I looked up at Heeseung, dazed.
âStill think you donât snore?â
He just smirked. âI make other kinds of noise.â
âââ ââ ââ â ââ
the morning after~
The first thing I felt was warmth. Not just the blanket cocooning my legs or the sun filtering through the cracked blinds, but body heatâhim.
Heeseung.
I blinked slowly, brain foggy, skin still humming from last night. At some point, the clothes had gone back on. My oversized shirt clung to my skin, now slightly damp from where Heeseungâs arm curled heavy around my waist. I was spooned into him, tucked under his chin. His breath was soft against the back of my neck, slow and even. Peaceful.
Then I felt it.
Thick. Hard. Pressed right against the curve of my ass.
He shifted in his sleep, and his hips rolled forwardâgrinding that growing morning wood right into me. I stifled a gasp, thighs clenching. I froze, unsure if he was awake, if he remembered, if heâdâ
âMmh,â he groaned low against my hair, voice sleep-rough and deep. âYou feel so good.â
So he was awake. Or dreaming. Either way, I could feel him pulsing against me, cock straining against the soft gray fabric of his sweats, thick and already leaking.
I pushed back against him, just slightly. Just enough.
Heeseung let out a soft, strangled noise, one of his hands gliding down from my waist to slip between my thighs.
âNo panties?â he whispered. âFuckâŠâ
âI didnât wear any last night,â I murmured, voice still scratchy. âYou didnât seem to mind.â
His lips brushed my neck, slow. âI dreamed about you.â
âWas it dirty?â
His teeth scraped the skin behind my ear. âWoke up humping your ass. You tell me.â
I reached behind me, grinding against him harder. âYou gonna do something about it?â
That was all it took.
He pulled back just enough to shove his sweats down, the thick length of him springing free and pressing directly against the slick heat between my thighs. His breath caught.
Then, without another word, he slipped inside.
Stretch.
Even slower than last night. Even deeper. He filled me to the brim with a lazy, unhurried thrust, groaning like he was sinking into warm heaven. I gasped, grabbing a fistful of the futon as he buried himself inside me from behind.
âI missed this,â he whispered, voice dark. âYou soaked for me, baby?â
âMmhmm.â I rocked back against him, whining softly as his cock dragged along my walls. âDonât stop.â
âNot gonna.â
His arm snaked under me, pulling me back tighter against his chest. He was spooning me still, but now⊠thrusting slow, sleepy, grinding his hips with this possessive, almost tender rhythm. Like he was memorizing the feel of me again.
His free hand slipped down, fingers brushing my clit. He worked slow circles while his cock slid in and out, wet and obscene. My legs trembled.
âHeeseungâfuckâIâm close alreadyââ
He nipped my shoulder. âCome for me, pretty thing. Soak my cock.â
I shatteredâquieter this time, muffled by the pillow I bit into. Heeseung groaned deep and filthy, dragging me into a full-body shiver as he kept thrusting, pushing deeper, needier.
Then he moved.
Slid out. Grabbed my hips. Rolled me onto my back.
And slammed back into me in one hard thrust.
Now I was on the futon, legs open, his hands pushing my knees up, folding me into a messy, devastating mating press. His hips rolled with a lazy, practiced rhythmâlike he could fuck me for hours just like this.
I gasped. âHeeâHeeseungââ
âYouâre so tight in the morning,â he groaned, face hovering inches above mine. âLook at you. Fucked dumb already.â
I reached up to grab his face, dragging him down into a kissâhot, open-mouthed, messy. He groaned into me, tongue sliding over mine as his cock thrust in deep, again and again, the tip hitting spots that made me see stars.
The futon creaked under us. Somewhere in the hallway, a floorboard groaned.
I froze.
Heeseung didnât.
âShhh,â he whispered against my lips, thrusting harder. âJust be quiet. You donât want Heedo to hear you getting split open by his little brother, do you?â
I whimpered. He smirked.
âSay my name.â
âHeeseungâfuckâHeeseungâ!â
He slammed in deeper. âAgain.â
âHeeseungâ!â
And that was it.
His hips stuttered, cock twitching deep inside me as he came with a soft, ragged moan. I felt itâhot and thick, filling me up all over again.
He collapsed against me, chest heaving, sweat dampening his shirt.
We lay there, tangled limbs and wet skin, breaths shallow.
Thenâ
KNOCK KNOCK
âHey! You two up yet?â Heedoâs voice, groggy but clear. âIâm making eggs. Come get some before I eat them all.â
I choked on a laugh.
Heeseung groaned against my shoulder. âYeah, weâre⊠up.â
âOh, weâre up alright,â I whispered, squeezing around him with a wicked grin.