you knew heeseung was the most irritable after work. actually, you knew this best because you were the one he'd take it out on.
"fuck," he says, slamming the door shut behind him, fingers already working to loosen his tie.
"hey. what's wrong?" he ignores your question completely, instead pushing past you to your shared room.
"just come. need you, baby."
you sighed, legs still sore from yesterday because his assistant printed a pitch presentation wrong. you followed him anyway. his tie was on the floor, shirt half unbuttoned as he paced the room, rubbing his temples.
"hee."
"i'm thinking."
you lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish conjuring up whatever thought he was so focused on. he looked hot – unfairly so. any second now he was going to-
"strip." you look up at the sound of his voice, the demanding tone all too familiar. you obeyed instantly. this was your favorite part of the night, after all. the part where you got to relieve his stress and he fucked you deep and raw in return.
now, you were left in nothing but your matching lace bra and panties. it was pale pink and heeseung's favorite set.
"mmm, you wore this for me, doll?" you nod, proud that he appreciated it. "cute."
he walked up to you and circled you slowly, eyeing you from head to toe at every angle. he stopped in front of you, hand wrapping around your waist and settling on the soft curve of your ass. the obvious tent in his slacks pressed against your bare thigh.
"you're perfect. this is exactly what i needed right now. my pretty girl." with that, you feel two taps on your shoulder, a silent command. like you'd done countless times before, you sunk to your knees in front of him.
he bit his lip, running his hands through your hair while he watched you unzip his trousers. "this fucking idiot in marketing can't do his job right," he maunders, "i don't know who hired him to be the head of the department." a hiss interrupts his rant when you free his dick from the constrains of fabric.
you stare up at him through your batting lashes, silently urging him to continue, even as you gave kitten licks to the sensitive and leaking tip. heeseung shudders.
"his campaign idea flopped with our clients," he grips your hair tighter, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail, "and he's skipped work twice just this week." you nod before taking him deeper into your mouth.
a groan slips from his lips at that. "shit.." he adjusts his grip on your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth. your throat closes around him, causing his head to loll back in pleasure. drool drips down the corners of your mouth and your fingers come up to fondle with his balls.
"hah–" he pants. in a flash, he disconnects himself from your mouth, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the bed. your back hit the soft sheets, bra askew just enough to reveal your nipple. he kneels between your spread legs, his cock – flushed and sticky with a combination of your saliva and his precum – brushes against your inner thigh.
once he catches glimpse of the sliver of skin that was no longer hidden behind your bra? he choked on his breath and immediately leaned down to connect his lips to the stiff peak. his tongue worked religiously, alternating between circling the bud with his wet muscle, sucking, or grazing his teeth against it.
your toes curl, jaw slack but devoid of any sweet sounds. you had grown to learn that when heeseung is stressed, he enjoyed the quiet. basically, you weren't allowed to moan or whine or speak, otherwise he wouldn't let you finish. it was maddening. maddening when all you could hear was him panting and groaning in your ear, telling you how amazing you feel and what a good girl you are for keeping quiet.
he hummed in satisfaction against your breast, patting your thigh twice as a silent praise, before switching and latching onto your other nipple. "yn, baby, can you imagine these beautiful tits full of milk, hm?" he says, voice muffled since he his face was practically buried in your chest, but you could feel the smirk on his face. "imagine you in some tight little shirt and they're leaking. fuck, i'm hard just at the thought. gonna make it come true. all fours for me, pretty."
he presses a final kiss right in between your breasts and sits up. you follow, holding yourself up with your arms, knees digging into the mattress. his fingers trace the lace lining of your bottoms, his palm rough against your smooth skin.
"take em off." your panties slide off with ease. you didn't even bother taking them off all the way, so they stayed hooked on one of your ankles. suddenly, a stinging smack lands square on your right asscheek. fighting the urge to whimper to stay loyal to his rules, your body's compromise is to turn your arms to jelly. your elbows buckle, sending you face first into the duvet.
heeseung, your evil boyfriend, laughs first and then helps you up. "ohhh, you're into that spanking stuff? noted." the grin on his lips was priceless. "should get a belt next time," he teases under his breath.
he presses your back down, forcing it into a deeper curve, and lines up against your entrance. you felt him – warm and heavy – just barely where you desperately needed him to be. without warning (because when did heeseung ever do those?), he slides in with a single thrust, bottoming out in a second. you couldn't help it this time, you let out a choked sound. his eyebrow quirks up fast.
"huh? what was that?" you freeze. shit. this is the part where the thought of anything but his own pleasure flys out his mind. "funny. i thought i heard something. might as well be begging to be used."
his hand comes down hard on you again, the slap loud enough to bounce of the walls. "be quiet. it's the one thing i ask of you," he huffs. "don't you see what i deal with everyday? my idiot employees? god, if i got to choose my life, i'd spend all day every day giving you my children. filling you up and making sure it takes. but i don't get do to that all day. so – fuck, yn – please cooperate here. take this shit." he accentuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips forward.
"please, yn-" he gasps when you clench particularly hard around him. he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein grazing your gummy walls before crashing back into you with incredible force. each thrust nudged your cervix. the pain was dizzying in the best way possible.
you're sure the crease between your eyebrows will become permanent from how hard they're knit together. your eyes haven't opened this entire time, too focused on his filthy words and the pleasure that's building up in your lower belly.
"gonna cum, baby? go ahead." you almost moan in relief. at least he's letting you climax. you reeeeally should've known there was a catch. your sopping pussy locks up around him, squeezing him in impossibly. instead of stopping, he kept going, delaying his own release for the sake of the show. you couldn't do this anymore. "fuck- heeseung!" you cry, the tears already brimming in your eye.
he scoffed in disbelief. "you're getting way too comfortable." landing another smack on your cheek, still pounding you from behind, except now his hands slithers over to your front, drawing tight figures on your swollen clit. your moan could've woken up the whole house. he fights his smile by biting his lip and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. "you can give me one more."
his dick nudged your cervix exactly one more time before you squirted hard, liquid gushing out onto both your thighs. he lets a final whimper slip as he empties his thick load into you, body shuddering and cock softening up inside you. even then, he refused to pull out for a solid minute.
"this has to take. you have to get pregnant," he mutters, more to himself than you.
eventually, he parts from you. you turn onto your back to face him. there's a surprisingly soft smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you properly – a stark contrast to the roughness from seconds ago. when he pulls away, he sees his seed trickling out of you. his tongue clicks in annoyance and you notice his gaze darken.
"all wasted," he sighs. "now we need to go again."
an: heeseung x spanking x ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤 bye i need him bad
thinking about reverse cowgirl with heeseung has gotta hit. swears on his life there’s no better sight than when you’re riding him like your own fucktoy. he also loves this position because it means you get to work for it whilst he gets to be lazy and enjoy the view. his head falls back and eyes rolled as your cunt squeezes around his throbbing cock every time you sink down to the hilt. he's so pussydrunk on you. your ass flushed against him as the squelch of your pussy has the tips of his ears flushed red and lips bitten raw. sounds like music to his ears. a creamy ring forms at the base of his cock and no matter how much his eyes are fluttering at the tight pleasure, heeseung still focuses on the way the fat of your ass jiggles with each bounce, groping a handful as he smacks it, making you cry out each time. he's obsessed with your fucked out state. and when you start to slow down and slump forward, heeseung doesn’t hesitate to fuck up back into your sloppy cunt, one hand now reaching for your hair to tangle in as he ruts up into you. pulling your hair back so he can groan the most nastiest filth into your ears as he kisses and bites all around your neck, a sheen of sweat covering you both as he fucks into you at a relentless pace. tells you how pretty you look, cooing at you, making fun of your breathless whines because you literally cannot breathe with the way this man is bullying your pussy thorough. vision blurring as his cock scrapes against your gummy walls so good. your moans coming out in choked sobs as his hands roam all over your tits, ass, waist, everything and anywhere he can reach. squeezing and slapping the supple skin before pinning you down seated on his thick length to cum thick white ropes deep into your cunt 𖹭
You can't take the way he isn’t even looking at you.
You keep calling his name but he doesn’t even look up. He won’t even spare you a single glance.
“Heeseung” you whine.
“Heeseung. Please” you beg.
He doesn’t reply, partly because he’s too focused. Partly because he doesn’t know what you could possibly want more.
“Heeseung” you whine, tears threatening to fall.
You need him close, you need his attention.
He just thinks you want more and spreads your thighs further apart as he licks and sucks at your pussy.
“Heeseung!” you whine again and tug on his hair, wanting his attention.
He presses one last kiss to your clit before pulling back.
“Mh? What’s wrong? “ his lips glisten with your juices.
“I need you close” your voice shakes.
His brows furrow for a second before pulling himself up so he’s on top of you.
He immediately coos at the sight of you, tears spilling from your eyes, cheeks flushed, messy hair and your hand crumpling the sheets next to you.
Firstly, he grabs your hand and kisses it before pinning it next to your head.
“You need me close?” he repeats as he kisses you gently.
He doesn’t wipe your tears as they give him a weird sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.
You nod as you look into his eyes, trying to memorize every part of him.
He kisses your neck and smirks to himself.
He loooves how vulnerable you get during sex. Like you physically need this closeness to feel full and loved by him. Maybe it’s fucked up, maybe it’s unhealthy, but that wouldn’t be a first in your relationship.
He gives his already hard cock a few strokes before lining it with your hole.
You're so wet and ready for him, already clenching like you’re trying to suck him in.
“Fuck-” he groans as he sinks into you.
You whimper, slightly oversensitive considering how long his face was between your thighs earlier.
He grabs your calves and lifts them so your thighs are squished against your chest and he can go deeper.
You immediately moan “oh my god” as you arch slightly, your arms going around his neck.
He buries his face in your neck and starts thrusting, fast and powerful.
You whimper and dig your nails into his neck.
He groans, but doesn’t get mad, knowing you’re feeling extremely sensitive right now.
“I know baby, I know,”
“C-closer” you beg, needing him to invade every part of your body, your mind, your soul.
He grunts as he plunges deeper into you. “Baby I don’t think I can get closer than this.”
You whimper and more tears fall. You sniffle “I c-can’t,”
He pulls back to look at you and chuckles.
“You’re so sensitive, baby. C’mon don’t cry.” he presses kisses all over your face as his thrusts slow down.
You sniffle and he looks at you.
He wraps your legs around him so his pelvis grinds against you with every thrust, then he wraps one arm around your waist and leans down so your chests are touching.
He starts moving again, slower. Each powerful thrust sending shocks to your brain, making it feel all fuzzy and warm. He doesn’t stop looking at you as he watches your brows arch and your mouth fall open.
He feels you claw at his shoulders and just continues his slow, deliberate thrusts that knock the air from your chest.
“Better? Hm?”
You can’t possibly reply. You just roll your eyes back and arch into his chest.
“So fuckin’ needy. Do you get it now when I say no one else can handle you? Hm?”
You whimper, more tears falling from your eyes and into the mattress beneath you.
“It’s okay baby,” he kisses your neck. “Just means you're mine.”
“Heeseung-” you try to warn him you’re close but he interrupts you.
“I know. You’re- fuck- squeezing me so tight baby.”
He feels your grip on his biceps tighten and your legs lock in around him.
“Cmon hold on a little longer,” he smirks, basically pulling out until only the tip is in.
Poor y/n. Still getting teased, even when you’re crying, sweating, begging him for more.
Your head lolls to the side, letting more tears roll down your face.
He loves that.
“Look at me y/n,” his voice is soft,even though his actions speak way louder.
His actions being the way his dick is barely still inside you and he’s completely neglecting your pleasure.
You don’t turn your head and you cross your arms as well, giving him the full brat treatment.
“Seriously, baby?” his thumb goes to lazily rub your clit, making you clench around him.
He pushes back in slightly and your head tilts back.
“You were being so good. So communicative.” He leans in to suck a fresh hickey on your exposed skin.
You whine but don’t dare to push him away.
You try to roll your hips, attempting to get a sliver of pleasure from his firm thumb pressing against your clit and his cock half-inside your pussy.
He immediately pins them down.
“Y/n,” he warns.
Your arms go from crossed to covering your face.
He can barely see if you’re crying but hears the familiar sniffles and whimpers of all the other times he was in this situation.
“Cmon don’t do that now-” he tries to pull them away but you shake your head.
He sighs and smooths his thumb over your wrist, right under where your palm is covering your eyes.
“Baby. C’mon,” he repeats, stuck between "I took it too far” and “she’s a dramatic brat”.
He sinks back inside you, finally, pitying you.
He starts picking his pace up again, thrusting shallowly but rubbing circles on your clit.
It really isn’t hard to gain his compassion.
You’re feeling good again and your arms fall back above your head.
When you meet his gaze it isn’t warm. But not cold either.
He’s just...watching you.
The smudged black streaks of mascara falling down your face and your red, teary big eyes staring up at him like you’d do anything for him.
He plunges himself deep inside and you cry out.
He knows he should be going easier on you right now, but he just can’t resist when you fall apart around him.
In between your breathy moans, he buries his face in your neck and you swear you can hear him groan as you clench around him.
He presses soft kisses there as his dick slides in and out of your puffy pussy.
“You’re so pretty when you cry.”
That makes your legs tighten around him and pull him deeper.
You moan and let out a soft “‘m so close” in his ear.
He doesn’t stop this time.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” he praises, knowing exactly how to push you over the edge.
“That’s it. Cmon. Let go for me.”
It’s like his words have the magical effect of controlling what your body does, cutting yourself from the decision.
You feel like an elastic snap in your stomach and throw your head back as you call his name, repeatedly.
“I know, I know, fuck-” he speeds up, using your pussy as his personal fleshlight as he feels his own orgasm arrive too.
You whine as you look up at him.
All you want right now, in your post-orgasm blissful haze is to see him cum too.
You tug on his hair. “Please baby,”
That has him groaning as he bottoms out inside you with a final thrust, filling you up.
“Oh God,” he basically moans in your ear as his dick spills more cum inside you.
“Fuck-” he thrusts a few more times before basically falling on top of you, finally making you feel that closeness you were asking for in the beginning.
You stay like that for a few minutes, your fingers playing with the ends of his hair.
When he pulls back he grabs a tissue on the nightstand and admires the sight of his cum leaking out of your pussy, before cleaning it all up.
“You okay?” he asks after giving you a soft kiss on the lips.
You nod and look up at him as he smudges the mascara stains under your eyes.
“Sorry I cried,” you chuckle.
He chuckles back. “I didn’t mind. As long as you don’t shut me out.”
In fact, he loved it. Loved it so much he was already planning on how to tease so much you’d be crying in his arms. But that was for next time.
You nod as you play with his hair absentmindedly, unaware of his evil plan.
SYNOPSIS. It was difficult to contradict the rumors of you being obsessed with Lee Heeseung. But it was all true that you had a huge crush and a few wild fantasies about him. You were aware of his infamous reputation of how many girls he’s taken to his bed, yet you still wanted to be one of his.
WARNINGS. angst, fluff, contains smut! MINORS DNI. first time, fingering, unprotected sex, pull-out method. 7k words.
It started happening a few days ago when you heard the whispers of people making unsettling remarks about you. Apparently, you were obsessed with Lee Heeseung.
But the rumors were not true. You barely acknowledged Lee Heeseung’s existence, you certainly do not have the biggest crush on him, and most definitely didn’t have the fantasy to fuck him. These are wild statements to come out of someone’s mouth, but those were just rumors.
Well, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s true that you have a crush on Heeseung, a huge one that gives you constant butterflies, in fact. It started off as small feelings in middle school because you just found him cute. Then in high school, you started to gain real feelings, an admiration for him. He was the smartest dude in school, the captain of the basketball team, and he was always soft spoken and sweet to anyone he talked to. It was impossible not to fall for him.
With all these years of having these feelings, you barely talked to him, even if being in the same circle of friends. Though, things started to change this school year. The friend group started to hang out often since ways would be parted for college next year. You and Heeseung started talking more and you even got to know each other better, which made you hopeful for something more.
But soon, you were met with bitterness, a feeling close to heartbreak. He started getting distant from everyone — especially from you. You overheard from the chatters around school that Heeseung was a major fuckboy now who slept with the girls at school. You never judged him, despite the aches in your chest that it caused.
The girls who slept with him would brag about how good he was. Heeseung, the sweet guy he is, was the sweetest in bed. And as much as it tarnishes your self worth and disregards the deep feelings you have, you didn’t mind the idea of being his just for one night, let alone a few hours.
You just wanted to be one of his girls.
You slammed your locker closed and was met with Heeseung who had a sly grin on his face.
“So, should I take you to my place tonight? Or do you prefer if I take you on a date first?”
You haven’t talked to him in a week and there was no doubt that he heard about the rumors — the rumors that he had no idea were true.
“What are you talking about?” You said with a hint of defensiveness. You quickly softened your expression to make up for your attitude, you were just tired of everyone talking about you.
“Nothing,” Heeseung shook his head, “I’m just teasing you. I heard what people are saying.”
“None of it is true,” You lied.
He let out a low laugh, which caused your heart to drop in fear. “It wouldn’t be so bad if they were.”
You gently push his shoulder and Heeseung quickly gets rid of the smirk on his face. “Stop joking around, a lot of people are already on my ass about it. And everyone knows you have a different girl in your bed every week, it just makes me seem twice as desperate.” You playfully say, taking the situation less seriously as Heeseung is.
You watched as his gaze fell to the floor. Were you wrong to bring up his reputation?
Heeseung scratched his head before meeting your eyes, “It’s just rumors and they will go away soon,” he spoke matter-of-factly.
“I’ll see you tonight at the bonfire?”
You scoff and shake your head. “I probably won’t go anymore because of what people are saying.”
He notices hurt evident on your face, but he smiles anyway. “If the rumors aren’t true then don’t let it bother you,” he takes a step closer and you start to feel your heart pound. “I’ll try to find out who started it, but I better see you tonight.”
At that he leaves, and there it was, the feeling of butterflies floating around in your stomach. His assurance makes you feel better.
It was impossible to hide how widely you smiled and how heated your cheeks felt. He was just being a kind and caring friend, yet it was impossible not to fall for him.
Bonfires were held by the school to celebrate the wins of the basketball team. You always had a great time hanging out with your friends, meeting new people, and supporting the team. Though, it also wasn’t fun to always watch the team captain stick his tongue down someone’s throat and completely disappearing before the night ended.
You decided to attend the one held tonight, although things would be different. There will be people who are constantly going to talk about you or maybe even say things directly to your face.
On the way to the bonfire, you thought about the last words Heeseung said to you at school before he left your locker. These stupid remarks that people are saying will eventually go away. But you still had no idea who would start these rumors.
You thought that you hid your feelings pretty well by not telling anyone, not even your closest friends. Maybe you were just too obvious.
“What if someone humiliates me tonight?” You walked down the beach with Hana, having a churned feeling in your gut.
“We’re not gonna let that happen,” Hana softly says while wrapping a blanket around you. “The boys will literally kick someone’s ass, you know how protective they are of you.”
You thank Hana for helping you ease up. You let go of your uneasy thoughts, Heeseung is expecting to see you which matters right now.
“You guys made it,” Jake got up from his seat to hug you and Hana. You look around and take in your surroundings. There were more people than you expected. Sunghoon and Jay were sitting down around the campfire along with a few students from school that you recognized.
Noticing that Heeseung wasn’t here, you press your lips in a small frown, already thinking about the worst of where he may be.
“Where’s Heeseung? Did he already leave with someone tonight?” You ask Jake in a playful manner, preparing your disappointment if he already had disappeared with someone else.
“No,” Jake laughed, “The basketball team snuck in booze so he’s helping with that. He’ll be back.”
You nod and try to hide the evident sigh of relief that was let out. “Forget that I asked,” you laughed before going around the campfire to greet Sunghoon and Jay.
“Are you okay?” Jay asked. “I’m fine, I’m just gonna hang for now and probably get a drink later,” you said, taking a seat in an empty space. You recognize the person sitting to the left of you, he was definitely a player of the basketball team.
“Hey, aren’t you suppose to help-“
“Have you fucked the captain yet?”
You heard the boy say as his lips turn into a sneer, and you started to chuckle nervously, the question catching you off-guard but it was expected right? You and your obsession with Heeseung was the talk of the town this week.
“Are you seriously asking me that?” You groaned out. Before the boy could answer, he was lightly smacked in the head. “Hey, leave her alone,” announced a familiar voice from behind you.
It was Heeseung with an agitated look on his face, and you couldn’t help but feel your lips slightly upturn into a grin. You watched as Heeseung took a seat, separating you and his teammate.
The action made your heart warm.
“When did you get here?” The irritated look on his face changed as he smiled fondly.
“I just got here with Hana.”
Heeseung nods before initiating small tension of silence. You notice him carefully bringing his stare to you. It was as if he using his eyes to trace every detail on your face and this freaked you out.
“Is there something on my face?” You questioned anxiously, hoping that you didn’t actually have anything on your face because it would be embarrassing, especially in front of your crush that you’re trying to impress.
Heeseung shook his head and chuckled. “No, I’m just glad you’re here,” he softly said.
A shit eating grin appeared from his response and you were flustered, your face possibly super red.
“Am I missing something?” You giggled, in disbelief of the words coming out of his mouth.
You were happy to know that he’s glad to see you, you actually wanted to scream, but you were also a bit confused on why he suddenly felt this way.
He was a fuckboy and this was probably his way of taking his girls to bed, not that you minded because this is what you want — a chance to be his for one night, but something felt off.
“All of a sudden you’re happy to be around me,” you lightly shrugged while taking a moment to get lost in his wide eyes, “What’s going on?”
His throat bobbled before he forced out a laugh, “Nothing’s going on. I just wanna make sure you’re doing okay after what people are saying.”
You didn’t know why, but you had a hard time believing him. You had a feeling that he wasn’t telling the truth. “Thank you-“
“We’re gonna play truth or drink.”
You drew your attention away from Heeseung when Hana was in front of you.
“I’ll pass,” you tell her.
Hana crosses her arms and pouts, “Just play for one round then you can go back to- whatever,” she turned her gaze to Heeseung who was awfully sitting closer than you remember. Hana notices the close proximity but doesn’t comment on it, instead, she’s waiting for you to answer.
“Why are we playing truth or drink?”
Hana grins, “The boys suggested it because they’re bored and the booze hasn’t kicked in yet.”
“Fine, but just one round,” you warn.
Hana happily takes a seat next to you with Heeseung still on your left. You watch your friends and a few familiar people around the campfire get comfortable before the game starts.
“Heeseung,” Sunghoon managed to get everyone’s attention, “Can I ask you first?”
You turn to face Heeseung who swallowed as he sat up to unintentionally fix his posture. “Sure,” he said without hesitation.
“Alright, let me think,” Sunghoon muttered.
“When was the last time you slept with someone?” There was a hint of tease in his voice.
Heeseung eyes got a bit wider while the question caused the others to ‘ooh’ like children. You, however, felt your stomach twist. You were curious, but also didn’t need a reminder that the guy you have feelings for is sleeping around with most of the girls at school but you.
You feel your brows furrow when Heeseung locked eyes with you for a moment before he finally spoke out his answer. “A month ago.”
You tried to give out a quiet laugh, but Heeseung heard and quizzically tilted his head at your reaction. “You’re lying,” you murmured.
Heeseung peered intently at you, he was taken aback. “It’s the truth,” he cleared his throat.
You almost feel bad, but you skeptically stared at him, “I have a hard time believing that.”
His expression turned into a more serious one, and you suddenly felt a sense of nervousness wash over you. Have you struck a nerve?
“I’m sorry,” you said as he went silent, “It’s just hard to believe that the biggest fuckboy at school would go a month without sex.”
You and the others who heard everything shared a look as Heeseung snickered. You turned to face him and this time he was closer. There was an uncomfortable closeness. He was intimidating, and you felt your breath hitch, regretting the words that came out of your mouth.
“How many times are you gonna mention me being a ‘fuckboy’ and the girls in my bed?” The change of tone in his voice was almost scary.
“I shouldn’t have said that,” You shake your head and try to apologize. You acted out of jealously and bitterness. “Heeseung-“
“I answered. Who’s turn is it?” he interjected while looking around to continue the game. Thankfully, no one made a single comment to what was heard. Jake proceeded with the game by asking the girl next to him a question.
You cursed under your breath knowing that it was wrong to not believe Heeseung’s answer and to bring up his reputation about his sex life. Not wanting things to be weird, you attempt to apologize again but was met with hard silence.
After a moment of listening to your friends play the game that you forgot was occurring, Heeseung finally looks back at you and there was something in his gaze you had never seen.
“Are you jealous because you want to fuck me?” He mutters lowly for only you to hear.
You freeze completely.
The intensity in his stare and the sensual tone in his voice made you feel something that you have never felt before when he spoke to you.
“T-that’s not true,” you stuttered, trying to ignore how hot your ears and cheeks felt.
You felt as if you were caught and the truth of yours was finally going to come out. You weren’t ready to tell Heeseung about your feelings, you weren’t even sure if you’re going to confess.
“I know,” Heeseung softly lets out with a quick change of expression. He grins, noticing your flushed face. “I’m sorry, it was just a joke. I just like seeing you flustered,” he admits.
You playfully push his shoulder just as you did when he was at your locker earlier today. You let out a huge sigh of content that he wasn’t super pissed about the comments you made. But why was he always playing around with you?
“Y/N, your turn.” Someone from your class blurted out which caused your head to shoot up.
“What’s your question?” You uttered.
Your classmate took a pause to think of a suitable question to ask. “Are you currently seeing or dating anyone?” They finally spoke.
“I am not,” you said easily.
“That’s good to know,” a voice said and you swore it came from the left of you, but you weren’t certain. Suddenly, you notice everyone looking at the boy next to Heeseung, the one who spoke to you earlier, with faces of terror.
“What did you say?” You asked the basketball player with a slight anxious tone to your voice.
Along with everyone around the campfire, Heeseung had his eyes glued to his teammate.
“I said that it’s good to know you’re single,” He said with an exasperated voice.
The comment made you feel a bit irked, but your focus was on everyone whispering and some even laughing before they quickly moved on.
“She’s lying,” you heard another sudden voice blurt out. This time, the voice sounded clear and close. “She’s taken by me,” Heeseung declared, not sparing you a glance.
“What?” You exclaimed, feeling your heart beat rapidly to the point that you didn’t notice Hana trying to speak to you. “Heeseung, stop,” you urged, knowing that he was playing around again.
Heeseung ignored you and instead, nodded his head, “We’ve been dating for awhile now.”
“Stop fucking around again, it’s not funny,” You pleaded while grabbing onto his arm to get his attention. He finally met your eye contact but kept going with his act by appearing to be upset.
“Baby, come on.” He whined out, practically begging with his big doe eyes.
You would usually feel the butterflies in your stomach, but this was different. You started to wonder why he treated everything as a joke. And it wasn’t his fault that he wasn’t aware of your feelings, but he was really torturing you.
“Is that why you made up those rumors?”
Heeseung glanced over your head as your eyes widened at the sudden statement. You turned around and surprise crossed Jake’s face.
“You made things up to soft launch your relationship?” Jake continued, directly speaking to Heeseung.
You take a second to process Jake’s words and the look Heeseung gave him. All you can do is inquisitively raise your brow at Heeseung, while trying to get rid of the huge lump in your throat.
“What is he saying?” You softly asked, trying to ignore the heavily feeling in your chest. Heeseung opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it.
“You made up those rumors?” You raised your voice, trying to get an answer out of him, but there was nothing so you get up from your seat and stand before him.
“Do you know how many people at school have humiliated me?” You choked out as the realization hits you. You were betrayed by your own friend who happened to be the one guy that you have intense feelings for. “Why did you do it?”
“Y/N, I’m sorry,” Heeseung stands and attempts to hold your arm but you quickly pull away.
You shook your head fervently, “That’s all you have to say? Why are you doing this to me?”
Lee Heeseung always gave you a sense of what heartbreak felt like. The way most girls had a taste of him and how he betrayed you.
Was it wrong to not believe that he was hurting you? Maybe you were obsessed with him.
“I’ll bring you home,” Hana reaches out for your hand and leads the way to the car, both of you leaving the bonfire after saying quick goodbyes to your confused friends. You felt humiliated enough and just wanted to go home.
You hear Heeseung practically chasing after you, “Wait,” he pleads, voice cracking lowly.
“Why did you do it?” You let out, blinking back incoming tears because you weren’t going to cry.
“You’re always fucking around with me and I didn’t do shit to you,” the pain in your voice was so evident that Heeseung shook his head, an array of emotions flurrying across his face.
“I didn’t mean to humiliate you,” he gently said.
As much as it hurts, you said nothing and got inside the car, leaving Heeseung feeling like complete shit. You repeatedly asked the same question, yet it was always dodged. To you, it wasn’t worth to fight for an answer anymore.
On the way home you confessed to Hana about your crush. She wasn’t all that surprised because yeah, you were just too obvious about it.
Now you were in bed, trying to forget all that is Lee Heeseung, but it was too damn hard. Your stupid crush as you call it, felt more than a simple crush. That invisible pull he had on you was too strong and it seemed impossible to move on.
You wonder if he were ever going to apologize, were you going to forgive him quickly?
The thought of moving on continued until you felt your eyes closed and drifted to sleep. But suddenly, you heard a few taps on the window which caused your eyes to snap open.
Surprised and super tense, you ran to your window and hesitatingly open your blinds to reveal Heeseung standing outside on your balcony. He had that same look on his face when didn’t spare him a chance to speak before getting inside the car. You open your window to let him in, praying that you weren't loud enough to wake your parents up who were asleep down the hall.
“You scared me,” you whispered, watching him enter your room through the window with ease. You quickly cross your arms, feeling a bit exposed in just silk pajama pants and a tank top.
“What are you doing here?” You panic as he scans your room. “My parents are sleeping and-“
“I’m sorry I made up those rumors,” he interrupts, face dropping in hurt as he stands before you. You narrowed your eyes at him, realizing how close he was standing. It was difficult to keep your heart steady, you didn’t even have time to process that Lee Heeseung was in your room.
“Why did you do it?” You ask the same question once more, hoping he answers this time.
“I did it because I wanted your attention,” his throat bobbles. “It’s actually really fucking stupid,” Heeseung sighs hard as you attentively listen, not fully understanding his words.
“I like you a lot and I thought that these rumors would bring us closer together,” he confesses. “It’s so stupid, I don’t know why I thought that.”
Your breath hitches as your arms drop. This new information is hitting you with surprise, causing you to take a tentative step forward, “You like me?” You couldn’t believe him.
Heeseung nods, “I’ve liked you for a while,” he huffs and glances away. “I started sleeping around to distract myself from you, and I tried getting rid of my feelings because I knew you wouldn’t like me back,” a laugh was let out.
Your mouth falls open, but you were speechless. The boy you’re practically in love with is reciprocating his feelings and he left you momentarily stunned as if a sudden jolt of electricity had coursed through your veins.
“Heeseung,” you shake your head, having a difficult time comprehending what you’ve heard.
“Wait,” he brings both hands to each of your bare shoulders. “It’s true that I’ve stopped seeing other girls. Whenever I was with them I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he pauses and grins for a moment, “So I had to stop.”
“You sound insane right now,” you let out without thought and he sighed with a nod, “And you made me look like a fool and an obsessive freak.”
He nodded again while removing his hands, “I know and I’m really sorry for doing that to you. And I’m sorry for what I pulled at the bonfire, it was wrong to lie like that in front of everyone.”
You crossed your arms, “The rumors you said-“
“What I said about you was fucked up.”
A frown fell upon him as you stare into his eyes. You knew he was genuine with his words — he wouldn’t have snuck into your room and risk getting you both caught if he wasn’t.
You slowly step forward, cupping his face with a hand and taking the chance to finally close the gap between you two, capturing his lips in a kiss. You heard him let out a gasp when he felt your lips on his. Heeseung easily melts into you while returning your kiss, and you can’t help but smile, finally kissing him after wanting him for so long.
You were the first one to pull away when air became necessary, “What you said was all true.”
He furrowed his brows, unable to find words to say anything. The redness of his ears makes you giggle, it was cute to see how shy he was.
“I like you too and I thought about being with you,” you interlock your hand with his, never leaving his gaze. “I thought about it a lot actually,” you remove the hair in your face, “Whenever I heard that you were with someone else.”
Heeseung tried to gather the courage to speak. According to his words, he’d never thought that you would feel the same way. To express what he was feeling inside, he brought his lips to yours for a quick kiss before pulling away.
“What fantasies do you have of me?”
The question causes you to hide your face in embarrassment, but Heeseung quickly removes your hands, regretting his pestering remark.
“I’m truly sorry, I’ll make sure people at school will stop talking about you. I did something very shitty and you don’t deserve it,” he admits.
“I forgive you,” you bury your face in Heeseung’s shoulder, “Only because I’m an obsessed freak.” You joke hastily causing him to chuckle fondly.
After a moment of being in each other’s embrace, you stare into his vulnerable eyes, allowing yourself to act on your feelings. “I want to be yours. I always have,” you beamed.
Heeseung understands quickly, because he also has always wanted to be yours. His eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips against yours softly.
He kissed you gently and slow, until he’s suddenly attacking your lips, and you feel both of his large hands cupping your small face. He licks your bottom lip for permission to shove his tongue inside your mouth and you accept, both of you fighting for dominance. It was like a reflex with the way you grabbed onto his hair.
You felt his hand slip under your tank top and he grabs your breast, kneading it gently. A loud exhale leaves your mouth, his touch igniting you.
Heeseung quickly broke away from you and nuzzled your temple before taking a deep breath then sighing, “We don’t have to go all the way.”
“Lee Heeseung turning down sex?” You tease him and he laughs before kissing you once more.
“I didn’t come here expecting something to happen. You’re special to me.”
His declaration makes your hurt flutter and creates an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. “I want you,” you tell him.
Heeseung freezes.
“Have you done it before?” He takes your hand.
You hesitate before shaking your head, “I’ve did other things before, but I’ve never gone all the way with someone.”
Your response makes him pause.
“Then it shouldn’t be with me,” he says before withdrawing his touch and taking a step back.
You grab his arm, refusing him to walk away, “Hey, I want it to be with you. I don’t care about how many other girls you’ve had, that’s not important,” you tell him. “Heeseung, please.”
It felt like a long time waiting for him to say something. Finally, he speaks up, “If we do this then I want you to tell me to stop when you want me to,” his voice is uncharacteristically quiet.
“Okay,” You nod your head accordingly.
“But we can’t be too loud, your parents are down the hall,” he amusingly smiles.
You nod your head one more time as he searches for any last signs of you wanting to back out. His hot breath fanned on your face as you pull him closer by his shirt.
He leans further down to press a trail of kisses against your jaw as you take a deep breath before tugging at the end of his shirt while his hand slides under yours, cupping your breast firmly this time. Heeseung removes his shirt, revealing his exposed chest as you take off yours.
You watch him take a step back to admire you, which leaves your face flushed with heat.
“You’re perfect,” he says, and all you could do is smile because you notice the tent in his pants.
Heeseung wraps his arms around your waist and shoves his tongue back inside your mouth. You rub your thighs together feeling yourself getting soaked, you wanted to feel him already.
When you wrap your arms around his shoulders, you can’t help the way your body reacts to him as you attempt to rub yourself against him.
Heeseung notices this and instead of letting you continue, he slides a hand inside your pants and between your legs to spread your slick while also pressing the heel of his palm on your clit.
“That feels good,” you groan out, still attempting to press against him. When you succeed, a small grunt leaves his lips. “Does it?” He says coyly while curling his long fingers inside you.
You don’t answer him and it’s because he’s hitting your sweet spot, making you unable to speak. He fastens his pace and you feel your orgasm approaching, “H-Heeseung, I’m so close,”
He relentlessly rubs circles around your clit, reveling in the pretty noises coming out of your mouth. You feel your thighs shaking as you continue grinding against him, and it was becoming too much until you let out your release, holding onto his biceps to steady yourself.
After retracting his fingers and wiping them clean on his pants, Heeseung easily picks you up from off the ground and props you on your bed. He grabs the band of your pants to pull them down before quickly slipping off your panties. You impatiently lay there, waiting for him to undress.
He starts to strip off his pants by unbuttoning the buttons, his boxers followed by it. The sight of his cock leaking with precum caused your eyes to widen. He was pretty, prettier from what you’ve seen before, and you can’t help but feel nervous as to how he was going to fit inside you.
But you trust him and give him a nod to continue because you want this so bad. Heeseung started to stroke himself, and with the copious amount of precum, he was able to glide up and down with ease. The view of Lee Heeseung looking gorgeous on your bed while naked leaves you breathless.
“Shit,” he lets out a panic grunt.
You sit up and notice the worried look on his face, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry baby, I-I don’t have a condom,” he mutters, and by the tone in his voice, you could tell that he was freaking out. “I have one in the car, I could run to get it really quick.”
You think about it for a second before shaking your head. Although a condom would be the safest choice, you don’t want him to get dressed just to undress again. Your parents were still in the house, and you were afraid that he’d get caught sneaking back inside.
You also wanted him now, you weren’t sure if you could wait much longer. “You can just pull out,” you suggest and he immediately refuses.
“It’s okay, I trust you.”
“Are you sure? I don’t have a problem getting it.”
You reach for his hand and give it a tight squeeze before nodding, “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Unless you aren’t?” You continue.
Heeseung shakes his head, “No, I’m sure. I want you too, very badly, but I want you to feel safe.”
You lay back down while pulling Heeseung until he’s hovered over you. “I trust you, Hee. It’s fine.”
Heeseung merely tilts his head and lets his smile deepen as he removes the hair in your face to see you clearly. He kisses the side of your mouth then your lips before taking his throbbing length to slowly slide inside you.
With his precum and your dripping core, he is able to slide in easily, but he deliberately takes a slow amount of time, not wanting to hurt you. Your hands desperately grabbed at his bare shoulders, digging your nails in as he slides in deeper. You feel full when he’s only halfway in, and as much as you wanted to him to bottom you out and fuck you relentlessly, it did hurt a bit.
“I’m sorry,” he halts and completely slips out, feeling you slightly shift and noticing the uncomfortable look on your face.
“No,” you grab him by the arm, “Don’t stop.”
Heeseung obliges, lining his cock up with your entrance and gently easing the tip inside. He inched inside deeper and your walls squeezed when inviting him in. Heeseung fully inserted himself into you, causing you to cling onto him and let out a loud whine. He allowed you to adjust as he stretched you out and the feeling felt better than just fingers, you were already addicted.
He grabbed your thighs and grinded himself upwards, placing his dick so deep inside you. Heeseung grit his teeth attempting to hold back his sounds before planting a weak kiss on your lips, never feeling like this with anyone else.
“Does it feel good?” He whimpers, gradually increasing his pace when thrusting inside you.
All he got as a response was moan and he chuckled, finding it cute. You were enthralled, feeling his movements become faster, more ragged and desperate. “It feels- so good.”
Heeseung was watching you with lustful eyes as you took his cock in ecstasy. Your lips met, exchanging warm breaths and loud moans into each other’s mouths as it echoed inside your room. “You feel good, perfectly made for me.”
“I’m glad it’s with you,” You accidentally let out, trying to contain your moan. After hearing your words, he groaned and firmed your hips closer. You feel him increasing his pace, hitting your spot as he slid in and out of you, almost tipping you over the edge. “Heeseung-“ You began.
He lets out a soft grunt before slyly sneaking a hand down to graze your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut and clench hard, his words and warm touch helping you to approach your release.
“Hee, I’m close,” you cry out. He continues thrusting sensually, causing loud sounds to leave both of your mouths at the sensation.
Simultaneously, you both cover each other’s mouths restricting the loud noises so that you wouldn’t wake your parents up. And you release just like that, moaning into Heeseung’s hand.
“Fuck,” he exhaled, “You’re perfect.”
You were dizzy and disoriented, barely making out the words that left his lips as he slows down his rhythm, still fast enough to chase his own release. “I’m gonna cum,” he whined, his fingers gripping your hips almost painfully.
His touch felt amazing and you were vaguely aware of Heeseung pulling out just in time. You groaned, watching as he gasped himself in his fist, pumping himself over your stomach as he painted you with his seed.
His weight gently pushed you flat against the mattress, his puddle of cum sticking on the both of you as you both shook from the intensity of your orgasms. Heeseung pressed small kisses to your shoulders before getting up from your bed and picking up his shirt to clean you.
“Are you okay?” Heeseung asked before rolling to lay next to you. “Does it hurt?”
You shook your head, “It was perfect,” you then plant a small kiss on his lips while removing a piece of his hair that stuck to his forehead.
“You were very sweet with me.”
“I told you that you’re special to me,” he replies, pressing his lips against your forehead.
The corners of your mouth upturned into a huge smile, the butterflies in your stomach were floating around as if they didn’t leave. But in a matter of a quick second, your body language changes into a more stern and stiff manner.
“What’s wrong?” His voice trembled in concern.
A sudden feeling of insecurity hit. Heeseung knew how to make you feel good, it wasn’t like anything you’ve ever felt before and a reason might be because he is experienced, but you wonder if you were able to satisfy him — to make him feel good.
“You were so perfect, I don’t know if you could say the same,” you drop your head in defeat. “I’m sorry if it didn’t feel good to you-“
“Baby, stop talking,” he urges.
“You said that you don’t care about how many girls I’ve been with,” he reiterates. “I don’t care if you’re experienced or not, it was perfect because it was with you. I want to be with you.”
You could feel your voice caught in your throat. The look in his eyes as he declared his words made your heart pound hard in your chest. It feels unreal to finally win over your crush of how many long tumultuous years. After everything, you wonder how lucky you got with him.
And Heeseung was thinking the same thing. He felt lucky to be with you after all of his fuck ups, he was obsessed with you too.
“You’re with me,” you tell him.
“Okay then,” he looks satisfied, “You’re my girl.”
summary ꪆৎ A good boyfriend isn’t supposed to offer another girl his hoodie. Especially not to you, shivering without your cardigan, your bare shoulders giving his eyes reason to stray. To be fair, Sunghoon never claimed to be a good boyfriend.
18+ mdni ⚠︎ smut, college au, emotional/physical cheating, morally grey characters, mean dom!sunghoon, sub!reader, possessiveness, “innocent” reader, corruption kink, degradation, praise, begging, slut-shaming, p in v, blowjob, face fucking, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, semi-clothed sex, rough sex, semi-public sex (bathroom stall)
word count ꪆৎ 3.5k
author note ꪆৎ hello… i’m struggling with my other wips so I present to you a surprise return of cheater hoon :)
Sunghoon is a weak man.
Not physically. Obviously. He can easily deadlift twice his weight without breaking a sweat. Not mentally, either. His grades are sharp, his discipline something to be admired.
But when it comes to you? ...Yeah. He's weak. He's completely and utterly helpless to the fact that he wants you that badly. Especially today.
Your arms and shoulders were usually concealed with a white cardigan. It's this soft-looking thing, cute and girlish like the rest of you, always draped over your shoulders like the picture-perfect image of innocence, and always sliding down one shoulder, just enough to tease the idea of what you'd look like stripped of said innocence. Just enough to make him (and other guys, he's sure) imagine what it would be like to get close enough to catch the scent of your sweet perfume lingering on the cotton fibres and to rip it off of you.
You’re not wearing it today, though. He noticed the absence the moment you slid into the seat beside him at the library, beaming at him with that smile he usually couldn't get enough of. Only this time, his gaze didn't linger on your face for long. It drifted instead to your bare arms, your shoulders, the elegant curve of your collarbone, the way your lace-trimmed camisole hugged the swell of your chest—then flicked back up the moment you looked at him again, careful not to let on that he'd been staring.
"Oh? What's this?" You nod toward the coffee sitting at your spot. "Is this for me?"
"Got myself something, so..." he shrugs casually—as if waiting in line for ten minutes because he remembered you like oat milk with an extra pump of vanilla is anything casual.
"Really?" you breathe, already tugging your laptop and notebook from your bag, your face lit with pleased surprise. "Gosh, Hoon. That's so sweet of you. You really didn't have to."
He has to physically resist the urge to smile like an idiot.
Anything for you, he wants to say. "It's nothing," is what comes out instead, accompanied by a polite smile.
Because that's what guys with girlfriends are technically supposed to do.
Guys with girlfriends are also technically supposed to feel guilty for thinking about thoughts they shouldn't, and lying about who they're studying with. Sunghoon doesn't feel guilty, though. He hadn't felt that way twenty minutes ago when his girlfriend texted him—Study hard. Miss you—to which he had yet to answer. He still doesn't.
You'd been assigned as project partners last semester. You were kind, and funny, and so unbearably pretty that just looking at you felt like a small betrayal. Hence why he kept answering your texts when you asked him to study. Hence why his girlfriend doesn't know you exist. Hence why he's here, sitting in the school library with you, your hands wrapped around the warmth of the small coffee he'd bought you, and your whole body shivering because for some reason the building was running air-conditioning in the middle of winter.
He tries not to stare the whole time. He works. Helps you with the assignment you're both working on. Says a few things that make you laugh. Steals glances when you're leaning over your notebook, when your neckline dips just a little bit too low, at the lace of your pink bra peeking out from under your top's little straps. And then he's watching your neck, all lovely and exposed, wondering if he'd only need one of his hands to wrap around the whole of it, just imagining how much lovelier it would look covered in his markings.
Then he notices the goosebumps on your delicate skin, how your hands move to rub up and down the length of your arms in an attempt to warm yourself.
It's strange. You always wear your white cardigan.
"Cold?" He asks.
"Mm," you nod, flashing a pained smile, "Accidentally left my sweater in the lecture hall earlier. Couldn't find it after, though..."
Your lower lip quivers, a pretty sigh escaping you as your hands fall from your arms to rub together. Suddenly, the weight of his zip-up hoodie feels uselessly heavy on his shoulders, as the thought of offering it to you becomes more and more appealing.
He shouldn't offer. He really, really, shouldn't. Free coffees and studying together is one thing. Offering you his clothes is another thing entirely. But he can't just ignore you, can he? He shoves the brief image of his girlfriend's face from his mind. You're shivering, teeth chattering, and he's feeling hotter by the second. It would be plain cruel to leave you like this.
"You can take mine."
You blink, a flicker of hesitation in your expression, and it makes him want to sink into the floor, because you know. You’re aware that he’s taken, and the implications that come with his offer.
"I mean, only if you want," he adds, regret and embarrassment creeping up on him in the form of a flush to his cheeks.
Was it weird to offer? Do you think he's trying to hit on you? If that were the case... hypothetically... would you think less of him for it?
"I'm not sure..."
Shame begins to encompass him wholly, and he looks back to his laptop screen thinking that maybe it would be best to pretend he never said it all. And then—
"I wouldn't want you to be cold, either."
He whips his head back around.
The look on your face is beautifully pitiful, and his heart aches at the sight of it alone. To think you would put his comfort above your own... That's just the thing with you. You're so, painfully, achingly sweet.
"I'm not cold. Too hot, actually," he's already reaching for the zipper, until it zips all the way down, trying not to enjoy the way your eyes drag down his arms and shoulders too much.
He wraps the hoodie around you, and when you slip your arms into the sleeves and pull the hood over your head, something possessive clicks into place. It's already oversized on him. On you, though? It swallows you whole. You're wearing his scent, his warmth, and his rational mind is already giving up.
"Thank you." You look to him shyly, pushing the sleeves up so that your hands can poke through.
"You don't need to thank me."
"You're kidding, right? I can't thank you enough." You're sighing into the newfound warmth, wrapping the fabric closer around you. Then, you're looking right at him, looking devastatingly grateful as you tilt your head. "You're really amazing, you know that?"
The cold air against his bare skin does nothing to cool him down. Now he knows, with certainty, that he really shouldn't have offered you that sweater. Not only because he'll never be able to get the sight of you wearing it out of his mind, but because it was the first moment he realized that without even touching you, he'd already betrayed his own principles beyond redemption.
"Next time, coffee's on me, m'kay? Gotta let me repay you for... you know." You gesture to the coffee, the sweater, the assignment you've both barely touched. "Everything—“
"No." The word comes out almost immediately, and a little too harsh.
His eyes drop to your body, your frame in his sweater, to your soft, kissable-looking lips, and his last thread of restraint snaps.
He's already imagined, countless times, how he'd take you. It's been playing on repeat in his mind for the past hour. What difference does speaking it out loud make?
His lips pull into a wicked grin.
"I know something else you could do, though."
Oh, and you’re repaying him, alright.
Repaying him tenfold on the floor of the men's bathroom, the tile cold beneath your knees as he threads his hands firmly through your hair. The sound of the library's ventilation system does nothing to drown out the wet, sloppy sound of your mouth working around his cock.
"Shit. You're eager," he rasps, laughing to hide the small hiss that escapes him. "Real fucking good with your mouth, too."
You try to say something, but your words are reduced to a muffled, needy whimper against his length. The same mouth that had been smiling at him over coffee not an hour ago now stretched around his cock. He lets out a low laugh at the sound, and the whole filthy, picture-perfect sight of it.
"My sweet girl," he breathes, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Where'd you learn to be such a little slut?"
He’s glad you can’t respond. He doesn't want to think about what your answer would be.
He hasn't moved your head yet, just letting you do all the work, and you're doing it beautifully, your throat relaxing for him bit by bit, your grasp growing more certain with every stroke.
Earlier, when he'd pressed you against the stall and kissed you breathless, you'd murmured something against his mouth about not really knowing what you were doing. He'd assumed that meant rusty. Lack of practice. Maybe a little nervous. It didn't matter to him. It just made it hotter watching those doe eyes looking up at him, so sweet, so fervent, while your mouth worked him like a champ.
"Think you can take more for me, pretty girl?" He coos, thumb tracing the stretched corner of your lips. "You're doing such a good job. I know you can."
Then his fingers tighten in your hair, and he takes over.
He shoves, and you instantly gag as he hits the back of your throat. Tears spring to your eyes, your throat fluttering wildly around him, and for a second he just holds you there, groaning at the tight, spasming heat. He swipes one away almost tenderly even as he holds you there, buried deep, feeling you struggle.
"You okay?" He hums, "Just breathe."
You nod. Then, something shifts. You breathe through your nose. Your jaw relaxes. And your throat opens just enough to let him sink in, smooth as silk, and the sudden ease makes his breath hitch.
"Shit, that's it. You're a natural, hm?" He says, wickedly proud, marvelling at you. "Fucking gorgeous."
He thrusts a few more times, deep enough to make you feel every inch, to let him savour the sight, and rough enough to satisfy the part of him that almost feels the need to punish you for all the months of pure torture he’s been put through. But the tender side of him, the side that can’t help but look at your wide-eyed obedience with affection, eases back. He doesn't want to overwork you. There’s no point in it when he has other things on his mind.
He pulls you off, and you gasp, lips parted and glistening, eyes glassy and unfocused. For half a second you just kneel there, breathing hard, but before he can even tell you you've done enough, you're on him again. Mouthing the side of his shaft, kissing down to the base, hand still stroking him. There's drool on your chin, tear stains on your cheeks, precum smeared across your lips, and you're looking up at him with those eyes, just moaning at the taste of him. The sight alone could take him out.
And... shit, as much as he'd love to let you play with him as long as you want, he'd rather watch you fall apart on his cock instead.
"Fuck. You're killing me."
He hauls you up before you can take him back in your mouth. The sudden movement leaves you breathless, your back hitting the cold tiles of the stall wall with a thud, and the gasp you make is swallowed instantly. His mouth crashes onto yours, tongue pushing past your lips, and he tastes himself there, a possessive, prideful rush running through him. It makes him groan into the kiss, one hand sliding from your jaw to your throat, while the other vanishes beneath the hem of your skirt.
Not wasting a second, his fingers hook into the lace of your panties, delicate and feminine and thoroughly ruined from just how soaked you are. He tugs them down, tossing them somewhere on the floor and hoists you up, your legs flying around his waist.
One arm locks beneath your thighs, steadying you against the stall wall, and he just holds you there, cradled and captive, awestruck by how perfect you look like this, in his sweater, legs spread open for him—flushed, trembling and all his.
His free hand trails down, and his fingers circle your clit in a slow, torturous rhythm, feeling you jerk and quiver against him. He dips his head, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
"So fucking wet," he murmurs. His fingers keep circling, lazy and torturous, feeling you twitch. "Is this all for me? You want me to ruin that pretty little pussy? Want me to fuck you right here, right now, where anyone could hear?"
You can't speak. Can barely breathe. You just nod, frantic, your hips bucking against his hand, seeking more.
"Yeah?" He grins, and his hand withdraws, leaving you desperate and aching, and he shifts his hips, the head of his cock nudging against your pussy. Just the barest pressure. Just the threat of entry. Your whole body tenses in anticipation, and then—he stops. His hand reaches for your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his.
"Beg for it."
"Sunghoon—"
"Beg for my cock like a good slut. Tell me how much you—"
"Please." You don't hesitate. You don't even let him finish his sentence. "Please just fuck me. Please, Hoon—"
For a second, he just stares at you in absolute disbelief. Then his grin returns, sharper.
"Holy shit." He breathes, half-laugh, half-groan. "So fucking desperate. My perfect little slut."
And then he pushes in. He does it slow on purpose just to watch your face as he stretches you open. Your body resists for just a second, then yields, and the gasp that leaves you goes straight to his ego. The sweetest goddamn sound he's ever heard.
"Shit," he breathes out, sinking into your pussy, watching it swallow every inch of him. "My pretty little secret. You promise not to tell anyone, right? Not your little girlfriends. Not mine. This is just between us, right?”
You shake your head frantically, a desperate little whimper escaping your lips as he buries himself all the way in.
"Good girl." He grins, wolfish and more than ready to ruin you properly. His hand slides up to grasp your neck, his grip firm, but only there to hold as he pulls out all the way. He does it just to watch you squirm, to hear the broken little whine that escapes you at the emptiness, before slamming back in, one brutal thrust. "Just keep that pretty mouth shut, and I'll give it to you whenever you want. Yeah?"
The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the bathroom, fucking you senseless. Every stroke fills you to the brim, over and over, and you cling to his shoulders to brace yourself. Your nails dig into him, and your voice fractures into moans so broken, so overwhelmed by the sensation of being so full of him. He just fucks you harder, watching your face, mesmerized by the ruin of you.
"So fucking tight," he hisses, nearly needing to push back against the urge to finish right there.
"So—so much. Hoon—" you cry out, your body clamping down around him, and the sound of his name breaking on your lips nearly undoes him.
"Yeah?" He pauses for a heartbeat, his hand sliding up to thumb the fabric of his sweater—the thing you're still wearing.
He pushes it up, exposing your heaving chest, your breasts cupped in pretty lace, the whole obscene picture of you: fucked out, full of him, wearing his clothes like you belong to him.
"God. Look at you." He breathes, thumbing the lace, eyes dark and intense with lust and possession, "My sweet girl in her pretty little bra, taking my cock so well. Wearing my sweater. You're so perfect."
He pushes the bra up roughly, freeing your breasts, and his mouth descends. He sucks enough to leave a mark, while his hand kneads the other. You buck against him, a whimper catching in your throat, one hand threading through the strands of his hair, which makes him grin.
"Hoon—"
"You gonna cum?" He teases, lifting his head to look at you. "Cum for me. Cum around my cock like a good girl. Lemme feel it."
His mouth claims yours, swallowing every shattered cry as your body seizes around him. You clench tight, and he groans into the kiss, feeling you fall apart—and that feeling alone breaks something in him, feeling himself approach his own high.
"Fucking take it." He pants against your lips. "Take every last drop. All of it."
With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, your body firmly pressed to the bathroom stall wall, and he lets go. A groan tears from his throat as he spills inside you, filling you up, marking you somewhere no one can see. Somewhere only he'll know.
Later, he drives you back to your place.
You sit in the passenger seat with his hoodie still bundled around you, your lips kiss-swollen. His hand rests on your thigh, thumb stroking small circles into your skin.
He should probably feel an aching sense of regret. Maybe a hollowness, as he processes the aftermath. He doesn't though. He doesn’t know what he expects from himself at this point. Honestly, the idea that alone almost makes him laugh out loud—as if he could ever regret any of it.
The way you'd looked up at him in the bathroom, wide-eyed, almost nervous, but so goddamn eager to please, replays on loop in his head. The way you'd trembled when he touched you, like no one had ever touched you properly before, but arched into him regardless. The little sounds you'd made, surprised and helpless, as if you couldn't believe what was happening—the begging.
You'll be good for me, won't you?
Damn right, you were. So fucking good. So sweet. So precious.
He pulls up in front of your place, and you turn to him.
"Thanks for the ride. And for... you know."
You both laugh a little at the implication, knowing damn well his cum is probably still leaking out of you, soaking your underwear. Shit, if he had any less self-restraint than he already does, he'd take you again right here in his car.
"I'll see you again soon?" You ask it so sweetly his chest aches.
He doesn’t answer right away. He just grins, cocky, but when he pulls you in and captures your lips in his, swallowing your sound of surprise, the kiss comes out tender. Soft, slow, a little desperate, and far too affectionate for a girl that technically isn't his, but he's long since stopped giving a fuck. His thumb strokes your jaw while his tongue sweeps your lower lip, and for a second he forgets he's inside a car—and that he's supposed to pick up his girlfriend right after. He just loses himself in the taste of your lips: sweet like sugar, filthy like what you swallowed an hour ago.
It lasts a while, and he lets it. Indulges himself in the feeling of your hands curling into fists against his shirt, and your soft, pliant mouth against his, and when he finally, grudgingly, pulls back, he can't help but chase your lips again. He dips back in for one last taste, a half-groan caught in his throat as he offers a peck.
"See you," he breathes against your lips, before pulling away entirely.
Your eyes flutter open, your lips still slightly parted. You look wrecked. You look innocent. You look exactly how he wants you to look. Fucking hell.
The passenger door clicks open, and you slip out of the car, still wearing his hoodie. He doesn’t bother asking for it back. It looks better on you anyway, he thinks to himself, watching you pull yourself together at the curb.
You turn once, give a little wave, and sling your backpack over your shoulder.
That's when he sees it.
Your backpack, open just a crack, reveals enough to see the sleeve of something soft and white, bunched up inside, zipper pulled just far enough to hide it—or so you thought.
the motorcycle engine was still ticking as evan killed it at the empty lookout point high above the city. the mv for “ride or die” had dropped only hours ago and he was still buzzing hard, leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders, hair messy from the helmet. the cool night air brushed your skin but all you felt was heat pouring off him.
you climbed off the back, legs shaky from the high speed ride and the way his hand had gripped your thigh the whole way up the twisting road. your heart pounded.
“so… what did you think?” he asked, voice low and rough as he leaned back against the sleek black bike, eyes dark and hungry under the city lights sparkling far below like scattered diamonds. “the song. be honest.”
you stepped between his spread legs, hands sliding up his leather jacket, feeling the firm muscle underneath. “it’s insane, babe. the beat is filthy, your voice is dripping sex… and those lyrics?” you bit your lip, pressing closer. “ride or die, huh?”
a dangerous smirk pulled at his lips. “yeah. ride or die.” his hands grabbed your waist hard, fingers digging in as he yanked you against him.
before you could answer he crushed his mouth to yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, adrenaline and raw need crashing together.
his hands groped your ass roughly, squeezing and spreading as he ground his already hard cock against you through his jeans. you moaned into his mouth, wetness already soaking your panties.
“get on,” he growled against your lips, voice thick. “right fucking now.”
he spun you around fast, manhandling you like you weighed nothing. your skirt was shoved up around your waist, panties yanked aside roughly. he freed his thick, heavy cock, veins pulsing, the head already slick with precum. without warning he pulled you down onto him in one brutal thrust, stretching your tight pussy wide open.
you gasped sharply, hands flying to the handlebars for balance as his fat cock speared deep inside you, bottoming out in one go. the burn was delicious, your walls clenching hard around every thick inch.
evan groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. one arm locked around your waist, the other fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back.
“fuck, just like that,” he praised, voice gravelly. “ride me, baby. show me how much you loved the song. bounce on this dick.”
you started moving, rolling your hips then bouncing hard, the motorcycle creaking under the force. every drop down slammed his cock against that perfect spot deep inside, making your juices drip down his balls.
the city lights blurred below while the risk of headlights climbing the road sent fresh thrills through you. evan’s grip in your hair tightened, pulling harder as he thrust up to meet you, fucking you deeper.
“harder,” he demanded, landing a sharp smack on your ass that echoed in the night. the sting bloomed hot, making your pussy flutter around him.
you moaned loud, picking up speed, riding him rough and sloppy. wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, your slick coating his shaft completely, dripping everywhere.
his free hand moved to your throat, wrapping tight and squeezing just enough to make your head spin. breath play mixed with the pounding made everything sharper, your vision blurring at the edges with overwhelming pleasure.
“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, hips snapping up brutally. “so tight and wet, choking my cock like a greedy little slut. taking every inch like you were built for me.”
you clenched hard at his words, bouncing faster, thighs burning but the pleasure too intense to stop. each thrust drove him impossibly deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, making your toes curl.
tears of raw pleasure pricked your eyes. evan kept one hand fisted in your hair, forcing your back to arch deeper so he could fuck up into you even harder while the bike rocked dangerously with every powerful thrust.
“tell me again,” he panted, voice hoarse between brutal snaps of his hips. “did you like the song? does it make you want to ride my cock like this every night, dripping all over me where anyone could see?”
“yes—fuuuck, yes,” you cried out, voice breaking as you slammed down harder. “it’s sooooo good, evan. you sound so fucking hot on it. i’m yours, ride or die.”
he rewarded you with a particularly savage thrust, growling low. his hand left your throat only to grip both hips, fingers bruising as he took full control, pounding up into your soaked poor pussy mercilessly.
the wet, filthy sounds of your bodies colliding grew louder—squelching, slapping, your juices making everything slippery and obscene. your tits bounced under your shirt, nipples hard and aching.
“that’s my girl,” he snarled, possessiveness dripping from every word. “ride me like you mean it. make me feel how much this pussy belongs to me. milk my cock.”
the angle was perfect, his thick cock dragging against your g-spot with every punishing thrust. pressure built fast and overwhelming in your core, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering wildly around him. evan could feel it, his own cock twitching and swelling inside you.
“come on my cock,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. “right here where anyone could drive up and see you falling apart, creaming all over me like a desperate whore.”
his dirty talk combined with the brutal pace, the hair pulling, the light choking, and the risky location sent you crashing over the edge.
you came hard, pussy spasming violently around his cock, gushing slick down his shaft as waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. your moans echoed into the night, body shaking uncontrollably.
evan followed right after with a deep, broken groan, pulling you down flush onto him as he spilled inside you. hot, thick pulses of cum flooded your pussy, filling you up until it started leaking out around his cock with every twitch. he kept thrusting through it, riding out both your orgasms, making sure every drop stayed deep.
you both stayed locked together for long moments, panting heavily, his arms wrapped around you from behind.
slowly the roughness melted.
he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and neck, gently helping you off his still twitching cock. cum dripped down your thighs messily as he turned you around, pulling you into his chest.
“you okay?” he whispered, voice soft and caring now, forehead resting against yours. “wasn’t too rough?”
you smiled breathlessly, still trembling. “it was perfect. ride or die, right?”
he chuckled warmly and kissed you deep and slow this time, tongue gentle. then he cleaned you up carefully with a soft cloth from his bike bag, wiping your thighs and between your legs with tender strokes. he pulled your skirt back down and tugged you onto his lap sideways, holding you close while the city lights twinkled below. his new solo track played quietly from his phone, the two of you swaying slightly to the beat.
“i’m proud of you,” you murmured, running your fingers through his messy hair. “the song is really fucking good. and this was even better.”
evan smiled against your temple, arms tightening around you protectively. “good. because i’m just getting started, baby. there’s a lot more riding in our future.”
the night air cooled your heated skin as you stayed tangled together on the bike, hearts slowing, his cum still warm inside you. every ache and mark on your body was a reminder of how hard he had fucked you.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
Heeseung is completely drowning in exhaustion. When the pressure finally breaks him down, you quiet his anxiety the only way you know how—by taking control on his lap, riding him fast enough to blur his thoughts, and giving him a safe place to completely unravel.
Tags: smut, established relationship, angst, comfort, emotional breakdown, riding, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, crying during sex, handjob
Wc: 3277
A/n: I’m definitely not trying to assume his real feelings or anything, just felt like writing some angst and comfort!! Please feel free to leave any comments, requests, or feedback! I've only published a couple of things before so I'm still learning, and I genuinely appreciate every single interaction. Hope you liked it! 💕
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Three AM in this building always smells the same: stale air conditioning, reheated coffee, and that grey carpet that seems to swallow up everyone's sound. The basement hallway is pitch black, save for the sliver of white light bleeding out from under his studio door.
You don't knock. You know that if you do, it’ll take him a solid three minutes to react—or worse, he’ll slip on that automatic "I'm fine" mask before opening up. So you just swipe your keycard against the reader. The electronic latch gives way with a dull click, and you step inside.
The room is freezing. The first thing you notice isn't him, but the computer screen dominating the desk, flickering with the waveforms of an editing program that has been paused on the exact same second for God knows how long. The bluish glow gives the entire space a clinical, almost hospital-like look.
He's sitting on the floor, his back against the expensive ergonomic chair, legs crossed and posture slouched against the furniture. He’s wearing an oversized black hoodie about three sizes too big, the hood half-pulled up, and grey sweatpants. His head is tilted back, resting against the edge of the seat as he stares blankly at a dead spot on the ceiling. His headphones hang loose around his neck like a chain that’s just too heavy to carry.
"I told you not to come," he says. His voice is scratchy, thick from disuse and built-up exhaustion, dragging over the words as if it takes too much effort to move his tongue.
You don't answer. You toss your bag onto the small leather couch in the corner and walk over to him with slow, quiet steps, barefoot because you slipped your shoes off at the entrance so you wouldn't break the heavy silence that has settled in the room.
As you sit on the floor right beside him and take a closer look at his profile under the blue light, the image of the flawless boy who dances under the spotlights completely shatters. There are deep, almost purple dark circles under his eyes, contrasting sharply with the sickly paleness of his skin. His lips are chapped from biting them out of anxiety, and there's a barely noticeable twitch in his right eyelid.
Heeseung looks strangely small. Vulnerable. It’s as if the entire weight of the expectations he built for himself has collapsed right on top of him, crushing him.
"Have you eaten anything?" you ask, keeping your voice low, barely a whisper so you don't disturb the atmosphere.
He lets out a dry, bitter breath that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Finally, he drops his head and looks at you. His eyes, which usually hold a sweetness that softens anyone, are completely dull, glassy, and fixed on you with a mix of relief and deep shame. He hates that you're seeing him like this, but at the same time, it’s blindingly obvious he was terrified of being left alone with his own thoughts for another hour.
"I'm not hungry," he replies, reaching out a trembling hand to rub his face harshly, leaving his skin flushed from the friction. "I can't get it right, you know? The bridge on the third track... it's trash. Everything is trash. I don't know what I was thinking.
"His voice cracks a little at the end, and that's where you see the fracture. The perfect plan he had in his head—the solo project that was supposed to be his grand statement to the world, his redemption—has turned into his own cage. Things aren't going the way he wanted. The numbers, the demos, the meetings where executives tell him what to change... it’s consuming him alive. The incorrigible perfectionist has run into a reality he can't control, and the frustration is driving him insane.
He runs his fingers through his messy hair, tugging desperately at his blonde roots.
"Everyone expects me to be perfect. To fix it. To be who I’ve always been," he continues, and this time he turns fully toward you, shuffling a few inches across the carpet until his knees brush against yours. His eyes lock onto yours with an obsessive, almost sickly intensity. "But I can't. I feel like if I take one more step, I'm going to break. I'm scared they'll realize I'm a fraud."
He doesn't take his eyes off you. He bites his lower lip so hard you can almost see the skin turn white, searching for any physical pain to distract him from the ache inside his head.
You don't offer any cheap, cliché comfort. You know better than anyone that it won't do a thing. Instead, you close the distance between you both, sliding across the floor until you're right in front of him. You reach out, slowly, and brush away a strand of hair that had fallen over his left eye.
"Look at me," you tell him softly, forcing him to focus those glassy, exhausted eyes on yours. "You are not a fraud. You're just fucking exhausted.
"He lets out a shaky breath, completely surrendering. He drops his forehead straight against your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is heavy and hot, and you can feel the frantic thumping of his heart beating against your own chest. His arms, long and heavy, wrap around your waist with a nearly desperate force, as if he’s truly terrified you’ll vanish into thin air if he lets go.
"Everything hurts," he murmurs against your skin, his voice so muffled it makes your stomach knot. "I can't sleep. I close my eyes and I just keep hearing the same damn melody over and over again. I feel like I'm going to go crazy if I stay cooped up in here.
"Your hands slide down his back, tracing the line of his spine over the thick fabric of his hoodie. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders completely knotted, stiff as stones. You begin to give him a slow massage, pressing down with your thumbs to work out the tension built up from so many days of rehearsals and stress.
Heeseung lets out a low groan, a whine of pure physical relief that echoes right in your ear. You feel his body finally begin to untangle, yielding to your touch at last.
It breaks your heart to see him so vulnerable, so you gently run your fingers through his hair to lift his head from your shoulder, tilting your face up to his. You brush your lips against his temple, leaving a tender kiss there, then another on his cheek, moving slowly down the line of his jaw. He lets out a hitched breath, his eyes closed, completely letting you take over. He nudges his face up, searching for more, and you give him exactly what he wants—sliding down to his neck, leaving soft kisses that make him shiver, soothing the storm inside him with pure tenderness.
When you finally look up, Heeseung is already searching for you. His lips find yours in a slow, deep kiss, the kind that hurts because of how good it is. It’s a warm kiss that tastes of desperation, but also of immense affection. You feel the heat of his mouth parting naturally, his tongue brushing against yours with an addictive slowness that makes your head spin.
As the kiss grows wetter and deeper, his hands react. Heeseung’s palms slide down from your back to your waist, squeezing the bare skin beneath your shirt. He pulls you so close you can feel the heat radiating from him, but it doesn't seem to be enough. His hands slide a bit lower—firm, large—until they cup the curves of your ass possessively, lifting you slightly off the floor without breaking the kiss.
You catch the message instantly. You part your legs slightly and straddle his lap, sitting directly over him with a leg on either side of his hips.
Heeseung lets out a husky sigh right into your mouth the moment he feels your full weight on him. You settle onto his lap, shifting your hips in a soft grind that makes him catch his breath. His hands remain firm on your ass, but you notice he barely has the strength to guide you; he’s so overwhelmed by the exhaustion and anxiety that he prefers to completely surrender to whatever you decide to do with him.
You pull back from the kiss slightly, looking down at him. His eyes are hooded, locked onto you, his cheeks flushed dark.
"Let me take care of you tonight, okay?" you whisper, caressing his cheek.
"Do whatever you want..." he murmurs, his voice cracked and deeper than usual. "Anything, just don't get off me."
Without breaking eye contact, you bring your hands to the hem of your shirt and sports top, stripping them off in a single motion and tossing them somewhere onto the floor. You're left completely bare in front of him. Heeseung’s pupils dilate instantly; he has always had a massive weakness for your chest, and seeing your breasts right there, so close to his face under the dim studio light, makes him snap out of his daze.
He lets out a low groan and reaches his hands out to cup your breasts, squeezing them with a mix of adoration and anxious clumsiness. The heat of his palms makes you arch your back.
"You're so good to me..." he gasps, leaning forward, unable to hold himself back any longer.
He opens his mouth and latches onto one of your nipples, sucking on it hungrily while his tongue swirls around it. The contrast of his hot, wet mouth sucking you makes an acute whimper escape your throat, echoing against the four walls. Heeseung groans against your skin, thrilled by your reaction, and slides a hand up to squeeze your other breast, kneading it to the rhythm of his mouth.
Taking advantage of the fact that he’s completely lost between your breasts, you lower your hands to the waistband of his sweatpants. You slip your fingers underneath the elastic, gently sliding the fabric down, dragging his boxers along with them until his half-erect length slips free.
You stop moving your hips so you don't lose your balance, and lower one of your hands to the base of his penis. You wrap your fingers around it and begin to slide your hand up and down in a slow, smooth motion.
Heeseung freezes. He stops sucking your breast instantly and throws his head back, resting it against the wall with his eyes shut and his jaw clenched tight. A husky, long, choked groan escapes his throat as his pelvis gives a subtle upward twitch, chasing the pressure of your fingers.
"Does this feel good?" You say softly, using your free hand to caress Heeseung’s jawline.
He lets out a whine of approval, his breathing completely shattered, but you’re already moving. You lean on his shoulders for stability and push yourself up just enough to strip off the rest of your clothes. You pull your pants and underwear off in one quick motion, letting them drop to the floor right next to his hoodie. When you settle back down onto his thighs, your bare skin presses against his, the heat of your wet core brushing directly against the tip of his heavily throbbing erection.
Heeseung snaps his eyes open, completely unraveled. His hands immediately slide up to your hips, digging into your skin to guide you, but you maintain control.
Before sliding him inside, you slowly grind forward and backward against him. You let the head of his cock, glistening wet with pre-cum, drag and press directly against your folds and your clit. The friction of his thickness against your most sensitive spot draws a sharp gasp from your throat, making Heeseung arch his pelvis upward, desperately chasing the hilt.
"Fuck... please," he begs, his voice raw, squeezing your hips so tightly his knuckles turn white. "Put it in already, I can't take it anymore.
"You're burning up too. Leaning forward, you brace your hands on his shoulders for balance and slowly lower your body, letting yourself drop onto him. His wet, hot length stretches you open centimeter by centimeter, filling you completely. Heeseung throws his head back with a low, deep groan that vibrates in his chest the second he feels you take all of him. The fit is perfect, so tight and hot that you both freeze for a second, soaking in the sensation of being completely joined together like this.
The clinical silence of the studio is broken only by your hitched breaths. Beneath you, you notice his chest rising and falling erratically, and when you look down to find his eyes, you realize Heeseung’s eyelashes are completely wet. All that emotional instability and the pressure built up over weeks are overflowing the only way he has left: a silent sob, a raw release triggered by the sheer intensity of having you so close, of finally feeling safe and contained.
"Hey... Hee, my love," you whisper in your sweetest tone, pausing your movements for a moment.You cup his face with both hands, using your thumbs to brush away a couple of stray tears escaping down his cheeks. Heeseung opens his eyes, completely unraveled, looking up at you with a shyness and devotion that makes your heart ache. He looks like a little boy seeking shelter in the middle of a storm.
"I'm sorry..." he manages to choke out, his throat tight. "It’s just... it's too much. I feel like I don't deserve you being here, putting up with all my shit."
"Don't say that," you interrupt him, pressing a tender, wet kiss to his lips, tasting the heat of his mouth. "You're doing amazing. You are the most talented and strongest person I know, Heeseung. You're already perfect. I love you just like this, exactly as you are right now. Even if the world turns its back on you, my place is still right by your side."
Your words seem to heal something inside him. Heeseung lets out a choked sob, a low, tearful whimper that gets lost against your neck as he buries his face there, wrapping his arms around your waist with an almost desperate strength. He clings to you as if you were his lifeline, losing himself in your scent while his hips give a subtle, deep upward twitch, making you gasp.
"Tell me again... please," he begs against your ear, his voice broken, completely surrendered to you. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours, Heeseung. Only yours, my love," you repeat against his ear, sealing the promise with a soft bite on his earlobe that makes him shiver from head to toe. "I'm right here, and I'm staying right here."
You start out slow, giving him a couple of deliberate, circular grinds that squeeze a sharp whimper from his throat. But the friction of your completely drenched core against his base and the stifling heat of the studio set your blood on fire. Without warning, you shift gears. Bracing yourself hard against his thighs, you begin to ride him fast, slamming your hips against his with a savage urgency.
The sudden shift catches him completely off guard. Heeseung throws his head back against the wall, his eyes rolling back as a broken, long, acute groan escapes his lips. The wet sound of your bodies slapping together mercilessly—a rhythmic clapping of skin against skin and the echo of your mixing juices—fills the freezing room, turning it purely obscene.
"Fuck... you're going... you're going too fast," he whimpers, his voice completely shattered from the extreme sensitivity. His large hands dig desperately into your buttocks, trying to slow you down a bit, but he has neither the mental nor physical strength to stop you. He’s too soft from the crying before, yet too hard from the pleasure.
"You like it like this, don't you?" you tease him, panting, rolling up and down his length without giving him a single second of truce.
He opens his eyes, unfocused with ecstasy, looking up at you from below. Seeing your breasts bouncing to the frenetic rhythm of your hips and your face contorted with pleasure drives him completely insane. He tries to match your pace clumsily, pushing his pelvis upward in needy spasms, but every time he tries, your fast rhythm crushes him, bottoming out all at once and forcing a choked sob from his chest.
"Yes... Fuck, yes, I love it," he growls, slurring his words, completely overwhelmed. His brows furrow so tightly it looks like he's in pain, and his Adam's apple bobs frantically as he gasps for air. "You're going to make me come so fast..."
You can't hold out much longer either. The constant friction of your clit against his pubic hair, paired with the sheer heat of every downward stroke filling you to the brim, is pushing you straight to the edge of collapse.
Heeseung feels those first contractions of your orgasm perfectly around him. He lets out a choked, low, raspy groan, and his hands on your hips tighten with an instinctive firmness, pinning you completely against his pelvis so as not to lose a single millimeter of contact. His breathing is a total wreck, pure fire against your neck.
"Heeseung... I'm going to come," you confess in a pant, unable to keep up the pace any longer, letting yourself fall heavily onto him as your core squeezes tightly around his length
."Do it..." he replies in a broken whisper, squeezing his eyes shut as his own pelvis gives a couple of slow, deep, agonizing upward thrusts. "Do it, my love."
Your orgasm hits you hard, forcing you to arch your back and bury your nails into his shoulders as you twitch over him in an already erratic rhythm. That tight, burning pressure is the final push Heeseung needed.
His entire body tenses so much that the muscles in his arms and back ripple beneath your touch. With a long, muffled, shattered groan tearing from his chest, Heeseung buries himself deeply inside you.
You can perfectly feel the first pulse of his length releasing the load, a hot stream shooting straight against your depth. His pelvis gives three hard, successive spasms, bottoming out as much as possible as he fills you completely. The heat of his semen begins to flood your inside, a thick, liquid sensation blending with your own wetness. Heeseung sighs with his lips pressed to your shoulder, letting out the air he was holding in a low whimper of pure physical and mental relief, his length still pulsing inside you, leaving every single drop of his warmth.
Silence settles over the studio once more, but this time it’s a completely peaceful silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing trying to quiet down.
It takes Heeseung a few minutes to react. When the trembling in his muscles finally subsides, he relaxes his arms around your body, but he doesn't let go. He slides back a bit against the wall, adjusting you better on his lap so you don't have to make any effort. You notice a warm trickle of your mixed juices beginning to lazily slide down your thighs from just how much he came inside you.
He holds you with infinite tenderness, hiding his face in your hair while caressing your back with a sweet, slow rhythm.
"Thank you so much," he murmurs against your ear, and this time his voice sounds completely clear, light, as if all the weight he was carrying had vanished with the orgasm. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
drunk and giggly sex with husband sunghoon after a party💭💭💭💭💭
giggly hoon is making ME giggly
warnings: established relationship, mentions of alcohol, kissing, making out, light grinding, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t.), creampie, use of petnames, playful teasing, praise, dirty talk
you and sunghoon stumble into your apartment at almost two in the morning, still laughing from the ridiculous karaoke battle that happened at the after-party. your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and the cold night air. sunghoon’s tie is loose, hair messy, and he can’t stop smiling as he kicks the door shut behind you both.
“i can’t believe you actually sang that song,” you giggle, leaning against the wall for balance as you slip off your heels. “you were so off-key, hoon.”
“excuse me?” he gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest like you wounded him. “i was incredible. the crowd loved me.” he wobbles a little as he tries to take off his jacket, nearly tripping over his own feet.
you burst into another fit of giggles and reach out to steady him. the second your hands touch his chest, the mood shifts just a little — still playful, but warmer. sunghoon looks down at you with that dazed, lovestruck smile he only ever gives when he’s drunk and completely in love.
“come here, wife,” he murmurs, voice low but cracking with laughter as he pulls you against him. his hands settle on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles over the fabric of your dress.
you tilt your head up and kiss him, both of you smiling too wide for it to be smooth. your teeth clack together awkwardly and that only makes you laugh harder into each other’s mouths.
“we’re terrible at this right now,” you snort, hiding your face in his neck.
“nooo, we’re perfect,” sunghoon insists, swaying with you in the hallway like you’re slow dancing. “best married couple in the world. very sexy. very coordinated.”
he tries to kiss you again but misses your lips and lands on your cheek instead. the two of you dissolve into another round of giggles, clinging to each other so you don’t fall over.
somehow you make it to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way. sunghoon’s shirt is half unbuttoned, your dress is unzipped but still hanging onto your shoulders. he backs you up until your knees hit the bed and you both tumble onto the mattress in a messy heap.
“ow— your elbow,” you complain through laughter.
“sorry, baby,” he chuckles, rolling slightly so he’s hovering over you. his hair falls into his eyes as he looks down at you, cheeks flushed pink from the alcohol and arousal. “you’re so pretty. how did i get so lucky?”
you reach up and cup his face, pulling him down into another giggly kiss. this one is deeper, sloppier, tongues brushing lazily as your hands roam over his bare chest. sunghoon groans softly into your mouth when your fingers trace down his abs.
“i want you,” he mumbles against your lips, smiling like an idiot. “so bad. been thinking about you in this dress all night.”
“then take it off,” you whisper, biting your lip to stop another giggle.
he struggles adorably with the zipper, cursing under his breath when it gets stuck. “why is this so hard? i’m usually good at this.”
“because you’re drunk, hoonie,” you tease, helping him tug the dress down your body.
the second it’s off, sunghoon’s eyes light up like he’s seeing you for the first time.
“wow,” he breathes, hands sliding over your waist and up to your breasts. “my wife is so hot. how is she real?”
you laugh and pull him back down, kissing him while your legs wrap around his hips. he grinds against you slowly, still wearing his pants, and the friction makes you both moan softly between giggles.
“off,” you demand, tugging at his belt. “pants off. now.”
sunghoon tries to look serious but fails miserably as he sits up and fumbles with his belt. “yes ma’am. anything for my beautiful, drunk wife.”
once he’s finally naked, he crawls back over you, skin warm and flushed. you’re both giggling again as he tries to kiss your neck but keeps missing because he’s swaying.
“stop laughing at me,” he whines playfully, nipping at your collarbone. “i’m trying to be romantic.”
“you’re doing great,” you reassure him, threading your fingers through his hair. “so sexy. very smooth.”
he grins and finally settles between your legs properly. his hand slides down to touch you, fingers gliding through how wet you already are. his eyes widen comically.
“baby… you’re soaked,” he whispers, awed. then he giggles. “did i do that?”
“yes, you idiot,” you laugh, pulling him closer. “now fuck me before we both pass out.”
sunghoon’s cheeks flush even darker at your bold words. he lines himself up and pushes in slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. he drops his forehead to your shoulder, breathing hard.
“fuck… you feel so good,” he groans, hips starting to move in shallow thrusts. “always so perfect for me.”
the sex is messy, uncoordinated, and full of laughter. every time he thrusts too deep and you both wobble, you crack up. when he tries to change positions and nearly falls off the bed, you have to pull him back by his shoulders, giggling the whole time.
“i love you so much,” he keeps murmuring between thrusts, kissing your face all over — your lips, your nose, your eyelids. “my wife. my best friend. i love fucking you.”
“i love you too,” you moan, legs tightening around him. your hands roam his back, nails lightly scratching as pleasure builds despite all the giggles. “harder, hoon— please.”
he tries, really tries, but ends up laughing again when he loses his rhythm. “i’m sorry— i’m so drunk but i still want you so bad.”
you cup his face and kiss him deeply, hips rolling up to meet his. the mood shifts gradually — still giggly and loving, but the pleasure starts taking over. sunghoon’s thrusts become deeper, more purposeful, even as soft chuckles escape between moans.
“right there,” you whimper, eyes fluttering. “feels so good…”
“yeah?” he pants, pressing his forehead to yours so he can look at you. “gonna make my pretty wife cum?”
you nod frantically, and he reaches between you to rub your clit, a little sloppy, but perfect.
your orgasm hits you first — sudden and sweet, making you moan his name as your body tightens around him.
sunghoon follows right after, burying himself deep with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he fills you up. he collapses on top of you, both of you breathing hard and still laughing breathlessly.
“we’re a mess,” you whisper, running your fingers through his sweaty hair.
“the best kind of mess,” he replies, kissing your jaw lazily. he rolls off you but immediately pulls you into his arms, spooning you from behind. his hand rests possessively on your stomach as he nuzzles into your neck.
“best night ever,” he mumbles, already sounding half-asleep. “i love being drunk with you. i love having giggly sex with you. i love being your husband.”
you smile and intertwine your fingers with his. “and i love you more.”
even as sleep starts pulling you under, soft giggles bubble up again when sunghoon sleepily tries to kiss your shoulder and misses. he eventually succeeds, pressing a warm, lazy kiss to your skin.
“round two in the morning?” he whispers.
“only if you’re not hungover,” you tease.
“deal.”
you fall asleep tangled together, bodies warm, hearts full, and the quiet sound of shared laughter still lingering in the air long after the party ended.
How sweet you've tasted on his tongue, not even the liquor that was sliding down his throat could replace the aroma, the scent of your skin that has made him dizzy each time, the desire that pooled at the depth of his stomach, the undying need to consume, to fill.
Nothing in this world could make him forget the sensation of being with you and now when his hands are around another girl's waist, her body leaning into his, craving more of his touch, his eyes, those treacherous eyes were on you.
You in the corner, seeing right through him, some kind of dark veil covered your eyes, the mystery of it drawing him in, as always. Were you jealous, was he doing this right?
Ever since you've broken up, this has been going on, him practically begging for you attention, you losing it and stumbling with him into the empty room, at this point you've said you will stop attending parties altogether, because every time it ended with him leaving his mark on you, deep inside of you.
Sunghoon. The name you've cursed many times, damned the day you met him, but also called it a blessing, because nothing brought you a high like him, no other drug could compare to the heat of his touch, to the sheer strength of him slamming you down into the bed. It was pure lust, you knew, love was buried somewhere deep, between the soiled sheets and empty bottles, only after you've drank to the last drop did the affection wait for you and it was all a blur after it, not knowing if the warmth that crawled it's way into his gaze was a mirage or not.
All reason aside, you've found yourself in the same position, your back to the bed, your front pressed against him, in some dimly lit room, on someone else's bed, as he left feverish kisses down the line of your throat. He was letting out grunts of his own, satisfied with having you where he wanted, he nipped at the skin there with his fangs, the same ones that would generously peek out when he was smiling at you. Nothing mattered when the heat of his body enveloped yours, his knee pressing in between your legs, while his hands gripped possessively on your waist.
His attention drifted to your chest that was peeking out of your tank top, while his fingers curved under the hem of the shirt and started to pull it up. You let him, you always did, arching your back further when he licked one of your nipples. Something about Sunghoon, something you couldn't name made you fall into submission much deeper than with any other man, maybe it was his godlike strength with which he handled you while still maintaining a dose of gentleness, or it was those eyes, those pits of black that were currently staring at you, somewhere in between you being stuck in your thoughts he stopped. He took notice of your absentmindedness, saying, "Focus."
Focus on him, that's what he meant, usually you would've listened but this time something awakened in you, something wicked.
"Why should I? You're going to leave anyways.", you uttered, still a little breathless from the foreplay.
Sunghoon drew his eyebrows together, a dark look overtaking his features, he seemed speechless for a moment then he drawled,"I won't, don't ruin the mood now.", his fingers once again splaying over your ribs. The promise in his words swayed you, even though you knew better in the back of your mind, your head relaxing against the pillow.
The relief was short lived, suddenly he turned you around so your head was buried in the sheets, hand caressing the trail of your spine, coming to grip at your ass over your jeans, then he reached to your front easily unbuttoning them and sliding them off. You were like a doll to him, he was playing with you how he wanted, completely at his mercy, you couldn't see him, only hearing the sound of the zipper being undone. Anticipation rose high in your blood, making your heart beat aggressively, your fingers gripped at the sheets, the hold turning clammy.
Without any preparation he entered you, luckily you were you were already soaked, he must have been mad at you for saying that earlier, some kind of cruelty has possessed him, his movements punishing.You had to adjust while bearing the strength of his thrusts, but somehow the pleasure it has caused you was immense, you were no stranger to this happening with him, his temper sometimes taking a hold. This time it was even more intense, he leveraged against the bed post, angling his hips in the way that would make your breath stop. He knew your body better than anyone else, you couldn't contain the sounds coming out of your mouth, them getting muffled by the fabric, you bit down on the pillow out of pure ecstasy.
He wasn't making love, he never did, even when he pretended to, but now he was absolutely ruining, he was taking your sanity with him, reducing you to a mess of sensations and whimpers.
You were approaching your high, almost thrashing against him, you would've slid of the bed if it wasn't for his arms holding you, he noticed the way you are squeezing around him and chose to remind you, slowing down his movements, "Tell me.", he whispered, his voice hoarse, you were so confused, your orgasm took from you, "Who do you belong to?". He was still deep in you, stretching you out, your wetness pooling in between your legs, and on the brink of release, you cried out his name desperately.
Satisfied he resumed his pace, letting you have your moment of divinity, granting it to you, in return he left a claim on you, staining the skin of your back. Then he got up, not bothering to clean up the mess the made and went looking for his things, you raised your head from the pillow, his silhouette barely visible from how little light came into the room, only his eyes twinkled with pride.
"See you around.", he said, opening the door and leaving.
His previous words resonated in your head once again, reminding you of what you were at the end of it all, a fool, but you were so addicted to the role of it, already imagining the next encounter.
𓊆박성훈 x fem reader𓊇 💌 babytrapping, gaslighting, breeding kink, unplanned pregnancy, panic attack, possessiveness, dubcon elements, sunghoon and yn are both college students, non proofread!
𓆩♡𓆪 a lot of u has been asking for a pt.2 of this ask! so here you go :") i hope it's as good bcs personally i don't like it as much t-t
a few weeks had passed since that night.
something had been off in your body for days now.
at first you blamed the midterms and the constant pulling of all–nighters and the cheap, unhealthy instant noodles you’ve been eating nonstop since your allowances were used on printing papers.
the stress probably made your tummy twist and your breast ache, right?
but something had been off in your body. it felt wrong.
your nipples were so sensitive that even the softest fabric of your bra made you wince. you were so exhausted in a way caffeine and supplements couldn’t fix. and worst of all, there was this strange, heavy feeling in your tummy.
you still haven’t gotten your period for the month—but that had happened before during exam season, so that was probably nothing.
stress. stress. it’s probably it. it has got to be it.
you pushed the thought—the elephant in the room—every single time it crept in. you didn’t tell a single soul. not your roommate, not your bestfriend, not even your mom.
“ugh… shit,” you grunted, hugging your body that didn’t feel like yours. you curled up on your bed, arms wrapped tightly around your middle as if you could squeeze the weirdness out of it. your cursor blinked ahead of you, waiting for you to move it before the laptop screen went idle.
the thought came back stronger this time.
what if…
no—you sighed. it’s just another 11p.m. thought—but your eyes stung. the pressure in your chest built until it became unbearable. a choked sob slowly slipped out without you realising, then another—until you cried hard into your pillow for ten straight minutes before finally focusing yourself up, wiped your face, and grabbed your wallet.
just to prove it was nothing, you know?
you bought the test.
and just twenty minutes later, two bold pink lines stared straight back at you under the light of the bathroom.
your world collapsed.
——
you stormed into sunghoon’s apartment without knocking, the spare key he gave you almost slipping from your trembling, wet fingers. the second the door opened and he saw you—red–faced, eyes swollen, wet from the rain with tears pouring down your cheeks—
it almost as if he knew.
but he instantly covered it with his perfect, practiced concern.
“baby?” he reached for you immediately.
“i’m pregannt,” you wailed, shoving the test into his chest so hard it nearly fell if he hadn’t caught it. “sunghoon, i’m pregannt—i’m fucking pregnant!”
a broken, hysterical sob tore out of you as you collapsed against him, fists grabbing into his shirt like it was the only thing holding you up.
“i don’t know what to do—oh my god, i don’t know what to do!” you cried, high and panicked. “sunghoon, please—i don’t know how this happened. we—we’re careful, aren’t we? we’re careful, right?”
you were shaking violently, crying so hard you could barely breathe between sobs.
sunghoon didn’t hesitate. he wrapped his arms around you, holding you so tight it almost hurt.
“shhh, shhh… calm down, calm down,” he murmured, voice low and soothing as he rocked you gently in his hold. one hand cradled the back of your head, the other rubbed comforting circles down your back. “deep breaths, i’ve got you. i’ve got you, okay?”
“i’m so scared,” you cried into his chest, voice muffled and wet. “too young—i’m too young. what am i going to do? my parents are going to kill me, hoonie, i—i don’t want thi—”
“hey. hey, look at me,” sunghoon cupped your tears–soaked, damped cheeks, thumbs brushing away tears after tears. this is it. this is the look sunghoon had imagined you’d have when you found out you were carrying his baby.
so pretty.
his eyes were too calm. it was as if he’d been ready for this.
“you’re okay—you’re spiraling right now and i know this is scary, but it’s not the end of everything.”
his hand slid down between your bodies until his palm rested heavily over your lower tummy.
“it’s our baby,” he murmured, forehead pressed to yours. “i’m not going anywhere. we’ll figure this out together. i’ll work extra shifts—we can apply for every assistance programme there is. a lot of students have babies, yn. we’re not the first.”
you felt like puking. that didn’t make it any better.
you kept sobbing, but your boyfriend’s voice—so calm, so sure—wrapped around your hysteria like a warm blanket.
“no, no—” you sobbed, shaking your head. “i can’t… hoonie, i can’t get pregnant right now. oh god, i’m still a student. i have another test in two weeks—i’m supposed to graduate next year. i can’t—i can’t.”
sunghoon frowned—you weren’t looking.
“how am i supposed to attend class with a baby? who’s going to watch it? i can’t even afford textbooks—how am i suppose to pay for diapers and milk?” you sobbed at the new, miserable thought. “fuck, fuck… my parents sent me here to study—not… not come home knocked up like this.”
sunghoon pressed your head against his chest, stroking your hair.
yeah, baby. cry it all out now.
he knew it was going to be hard. money would be as tight as ever, sleepless nights were guaranteed, and both your futures would get complicated. he wasn’t delusional about that when he decided to creampie you regardless.
but none of that mattered right now.
what mattered was that your future was not permanently secured. his baby was growing inside you and you were tied to him in the most unbreakable way possible.
this was forever.
“what are you talking about?” he murmured. “we’ll make it work. i’m right here, aren’t i?”
he kissed the top of your head, then your temple, murmuring sweet words against your skin like a lullaby.
“we’ll take care of the baby. i’ll take care of our baby. you just—you just keep it.”
his thumb stroked the spot where his child was already taking root. he could feel your body trembling against him, the broken hiccups and heavy breathing—and something twisted bloomed in his chest.
you’re scared now, but you’ll get over it. you’ll love our baby, and even if you hate him for a while—you’re not that dumb enough to know you need sunghoon to get through this.
( 𝐻𝑒𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑛𝑔 ) x girlfriend reader smut MDNI , teasing , edging , use of names , big d heeseung
you beg your boyfriend to fuck you but he just loves teasing and edging you so much.
heeseungs bulbous tip smears your wet ness against your folds through the cotton. you immediately clench around nothing, desperate. "hah... please, "
"please what baby? " he whispers, voice velvet sultry. he positions his cock at your clothed cunt, rubbing the tip against you. "gotta use your words. "
"fuck, mnh,.." you murmur into air, vision hazy and thoughts reduced to a mush of nothing. he's been teasing you the past thirty minutes. t h i r t y minutes spent with his hard cock rubbing your clit from over your underwear. you were so embarrassingly wet, your thin cotton panties had turnt transparent like glaze, sticking to your folds due to how soaked they were.
"hee plea— mph, please fuck me..." you kept gushing out slick, making it easy for his mushroom head to glide against your sliky folds. heeseung traced the visible outline of your pussy with his dick. you shuddered at the feeling, letting out broken dirty moans at the sensation. heeseung tilts his head mockingly, "but you look so good like this angel, hm? "
you deathgrip the sheets with your hip helplessly bucking into his dick. heeseung keeps your legs parted with his hand, watching your wetness now seep out of the panties. "fuck... baby ask more nicely yeah? might just give you what you want."
you nod wildly, "pl— please, please, please seungie fuck! want to feel you cock, please, I've been good no? mhmm—" heeseung rubs your clothed clit with his tip, grinding his slit against your puffy pussy as you cry out. heeseung moans along, himself getting harder by the minute. "fuck, baby, you have. "
tears of joy slide down your face when heeseung pulls your sticky panties off of you. your breath immediately hitches when he repositions himself in between your thighs. he taps his cock against your clit, sliding it downwards until its nudging your hole. "you've been so good doll, " he groans, "good girls get what they want."
in he slides inside you with practiced ease. the head of his cock is aimed at the right angle, rubbing against your sweet spot. the fullness makes you gasp into the air, back arching off the bed. fucking finally, he'll fuck you.
The scene would be set in Heeseung's office after classes, with the campus basically empty. The smut would revolve around him spoiling and pampering his favorite student for being such a good girl. One phrase I definitely want you to use, is 'Good Girl', because let's be real, we all know how fucking sexy it is to hear that compliment, right?
That's all. I hope you can really write this for me. I love your work, it's sublime! 😻
★ · 𝐋𝐄𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ; L.HS · 先生のために脚を開いて。
𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟐.𝟔𝐤 ⎯⎯⎯ ✦ 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿! 𝗛𝗲𝗲𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴 - 𝗙𝗮𝘃.𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 : office/desk sex, oral (f. received), praise kink, nipple play, a little of handjob, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, submissive/needy reader, creampie, cunnilingus, fingering, marking, dirty talk, age gap, mdni.
୨ৎ ֹ : Thanks honey, for the compliment and for sending your request. Here it is. Really hope you like it 💗. Btw, just a heads up so everyone knows that I’m not taking new requests right now, just trying to get through the ones I still have pending. 🫠
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the half-closed blinds of Professor Heeseung’s office, casting long, lazy golden stripes across the cluttered oak desk piled high with unmarked essays and the worn leather couch pushed against the far wall. Dust motes danced in the slanted light. The door was locked with a heavy, final click that still echoed in your ears. The rest of the campus had emptied out hours ago, footsteps and voices long faded into silence. It was just you and him now.
You stood in front of his desk, heart hammering against your ribs, your pleated skirt already hiked up high around your hips, the cool air of the office kissing the bare skin of your thighs. Your blouse hung open just enough for him to see the delicate black lace of your bra cupping your breasts, nipples already tight and straining against the thin fabric. Heeseung leaned back in his creaky leather chair, one elbow resting on the armrest, dark eyes devouring every inch of you like he’d been starving for this exact sight all semester.
“Come here, baby,” he murmured, voice low and rough, laced with that dangerous authority that always made your knees weak.
You moved without hesitation, thighs pressing together at the insistent, slick ache already throbbing between them. The second you were close enough, his hands were on you, large, warm, and possessive, palms rough from years of turning pages and gripping pens. One slid slowly up the back of your thigh, fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh with enough pressure to make you gasp. The other cupped your jaw firmly, thumb dragging across your lower lip, parting it slightly as if testing how pliant you were for him.
“You’ve been so fucking perfect in class,” he praised, the words dripping with dark satisfaction as he pulled you down into his lap. You straddled him eagerly, knees sinking into the chair on either side of his hips. “Sitting there all pretty and focused, legs crossed so tightly like you were trying to hide how soaked your panties got every time I looked at you. Answering every question like a good girl while you were dripping for me the whole time. My favorite. Always have been.”
A needy, broken whimper slipped from your throat. You rocked against the hard, thick line of his cock straining desperately against his slacks, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. Heeseung groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you as his hips bucked up sharply to meet your grinding, pressing that hot, heavy bulge right against your aching core.
He captured your mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding against yours; slow and thorough at first, tasting you like he had all the time in the world. The kiss quickly turned messier, wetter. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, spit slicking your chins as you both devoured each other. Your hips moved faster, grinding down harder against him, chasing that delicious pressure while soft, obscene sounds filled the quiet office.
He pulled back just enough to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, hot breath fanning over your flushed skin, then down the sensitive column of your neck. His teeth grazed your racing pulse point before he sucked hard, pulling the delicate skin between his lips and marking you with a blooming purple bruise you’d definitely have to hide tomorrow. You moaned loudly, fingers threading through his thick, dark hair and tugging sharply at the roots, earning you a low, guttural growl against your throat.
“Professor… Heeseung, please~”
“I’ve got you,” he breathed against your skin, the words hot and ragged, vibrating through your collarbone. His hands worked your blouse open fully, fingers deft and impatient as he pushed the fabric off your shoulders, letting it pool around your elbows. The bra followed just as quickly; he didn’t waste time with the clasp. Instead, he tugged the lacy cups down roughly, freeing your breasts so they spilled out heavy and flushed into the cool office air. Your nipples tightened instantly under the sudden chill, pebbled and aching.
Heeseung’s gaze darkened with raw hunger, eyes almost black as they locked onto your exposed chest. “Look at these pretty tits,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “Been thinking about them all fucking day. Every time you leaned forward in class… every time you breathed.” He leaned in, his hot, wet mouth closing around one sensitive nipple. The intense heat made you arch sharply off his lap, a sharp, needy gasp tearing from your throat as he sucked hard, tongue flicking and swirling relentlessly over the stiff peak. His free hand came up to the other breast, kneading the soft flesh before rolling the neglected nipple between thumb and forefinger, pinching and tugging just hard enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight down to your dripping core.
He switched sides with a low groan, lavishing the same filthy attention on the other nipple, sucking, biting gently, licking until both were swollen, glistening with his spit, and throbbing beautifully in the cool air. Your hips were grinding faster now, frantic and messy, soaking through your thin panties and leaving a slick stain on the front of his slacks as you rubbed desperately against the thick, straining bulge beneath you.
“Please,” you whimpered, voice breaking. “I need you inside me. I’ve been good… been so good for you.”
Heeseung pulled off your nipple with a wet, obscene pop, his lips shiny and swollen as he looked up at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk. “I know you have, sweetheart. That’s why I’m going to spoil this tight little pussy until you can’t think straight.”
In one effortless motion, he lifted you like you weighed nothing, laying you back on the wide oak desk after sweeping a few papers aside with his arm. They fluttered to the floor, forgotten. Your skirt bunched uselessly at your waist, leaving you completely exposed. He hooked two fingers into the waistband of your soaked panties and dragged them slowly down your trembling legs, the fabric clinging wetly to your skin before he tossed them somewhere behind him. The cool, polished wood of the desk pressed shockingly against your bare ass, a stark contrast to the burning heat between your thighs.
Heeseung dropped to his knees between your spread legs, strong hands gripping your thighs and pushing them wide apart, holding you open for him. “Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groaned, the sound deep and reverent. His tongue dragged a slow, broad stripe up your glistening slit, savoring every drop of your arousal with a hungry moan. You cried out, back bowing sharply off the desk as pleasure slammed through you.
He ate you like a man possessed—long, firm licks from your entrance to your clit, then sucking the swollen bud between his lips, tongue working it in tight, relentless circles. Without warning, two thick fingers slid deep into your clenching heat, curling perfectly to stroke that sensitive spot inside you with devastating precision. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers filled the space : obscene, slick, and loud.
The first orgasm hit you hard and fast, crashing over you like a wave. Your thighs shook violently around his head, muscles locking as a broken, keening moan tore from your throat. You came hard on his tongue and fingers, pulsing and gushing around him while he kept working you through it, greedy and unrelenting.
He didn’t stop. He kept sucking, kept pumping those fingers deeper, drawing the pleasure out until it bordered on too much, your body twitching, oversensitive, every nerve screaming.
“Heeseung… too much ~”
“Just one more, baby. Give me one more. You can take it.” His praise was murmured right against your soaked folds, the low vibration of his voice sending fresh shocks through your overstimulated clit. He added a third thick finger, stretching you open wider, the burn delicious as your walls fluttered and clenched greedily around the intrusion. He sucked harder on your swollen clit, tongue relentless, and the second orgasm crashed over you even stronger than the first. Your legs locked around his head, thighs trembling violently as your vision whited out completely. You gushed around his fingers, slick arousal coating his hand and dripping down onto the desk beneath you.
Only then did he rise from between your thighs, wiping his glistening mouth and chin with the back of his hand. He looked utterly wrecked, his dark hair messy and wild from your desperate tugging, lips swollen and shiny with your juices, eyes blown wide with raw, animalistic want. His chest heaved as he undid his belt with impatient fingers, the metallic clink loud in the quiet office. He shoved his slacks and boxers down just enough to free his cock. It sprang out heavily, slapping against his toned stomach with an audible smack. Thick, flushed dark, and veined, the fat head already leaking a steady bead of precum that glistened at the tip.
Heeseung caught your wrist gently, bringing your palm to his lips for a soft, almost tender kiss before guiding your hand down to wrap fully around his impressive length. Your fingers barely met around his girth. The skin was velvet-soft over steel hardness, pulsing hot in your grip. You stroked him slowly at first, savoring the weight and heat of him, feeling every thick vein throb against your palm as you pumped up and down. Your thumb swirled over the slick, swollen head on every upstroke, spreading the leaking precum in messy circles, making the glide smoother and wetter. Heeseung hissed sharply through his teeth, hips jerking forward involuntarily into your fist, chasing the pleasure. A low, guttural groan rumbled from deep in his chest as you tightened your grip, twisting your wrist just a little on each stroke the way you knew drove him crazy.
You watched, mesmerized, as more precum dripped over your fingers, making obscene wet sounds with every pump. His cock twitched hard in your hand, the head flushing an even deeper red. Heeseung’s breathing grew ragged, his abs tightening visibly under his shirt as he fought not to thrust too roughly into your fist. “Fuck, just like that…” he muttered, voice strained, eyes hooded as he stared down at your hand working him.
“Such a good girl,” he finally growled, voice rough with restraint. “Always so eager to please me, don't you?” He gently pulled your hand away, lining himself up at your entrance. The fat head rubbed through your slick folds, teasing your clit and coating him in your arousal before he pushed in; slow, steady, inch by inch. The stretch burned so perfectly, filling you completely as your walls fluttered and yielded around his thickness. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming fullness, nails digging hard into his shoulders through the fabric of his shirt. When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against yours, balls pressed tight to your ass, he stayed buried deep, letting you adjust while he captured your mouth in a deep, messy kiss, tongues tangling desperately.
Then he started moving. Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The heavy oak desk creaked rhythmically beneath you. Skin slapped wetly against skin, the obscene sound mixing with your moans and his grunts. His mouth stayed on yours or trailed down to your neck and breasts, sucking fresh, dark marks into your flushed skin while his hands roamed greedily, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise, pinching and tugging your nipples, thumbing your swollen clit in tight, relentless circles.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned hotly against your ear, his pace picking up, hips snapping harder. “Tightest, wettest little pussy. Made only for me."
You clenched hard around him at the filthy praise, another orgasm building fast and intense in your core. Heeseung felt it immediately, grinding deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over with devastating accuracy. “Come on, baby. Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
You shattered again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed and fluttered wildly around his thick length. He fucked you through it, hips stuttering but never stopping, chasing his own release while the overwhelming overstimulation made you sob and claw desperately at his back.
He pulled out suddenly, the wet, obscene sound of his thick cock sliding free from your soaked pussy making you whimper at the sudden emptiness. Strings of your mixed arousal stretched and broke between you. In one swift motion he flipped you over, manhandling you so your flushed tits and stomach pressed hard against the cool, messy surface of the desk. Your ass arched up high for him, back curved, legs trembling as he kicked your feet wider apart.
He thrust back into you from behind in one smooth, brutal stroke, deeper than before, the fat head of his cock kissing your cervix and forcing a broken cry from your throat. The new angle let him grind against that spongy spot inside you with every move. One of his hands reached around to rub your swollen, oversensitive clit in fast, slippery circles, while the other tangled roughly in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your face. He leaned over you, chest pressed to your sweat-slicked back, and kissed the corner of your mouth hungrily.
“Again,” he growled against your lips, voice dark and demanding. “One more for me. I want to feel this greedy little cunt fall apart while I fill you up.”
The angle was devastating. His heavy cock dragged perfectly along your walls with every deep, punishing thrust, stretching you wide and hitting that spot over and over. His fingers were relentless on your puffy clit, slick with your juices, rubbing tight and fast. Sweat dripped down both your bodies, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing loudly in the office along with the filthy squelching sounds of your dripping pussy taking every inch. You came a fourth time, hard, shaking violently, thighs quivering uncontrollably as fresh tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and your voice came out hoarse and broken from all the moaning. Your walls clamped down around him like a vice, pulsing and gushing, milking his cock as stars burst behind your eyelids.
Only then did Heeseung let go. He buried himself to the hilt with a deep, guttural groan that vibrated through your back. His thick cock throbbed inside you as he spilled, pumping rope after thick, hot rope of cum deep into your spasming cunt. You could feel every pulse, every spurt filling you up until it was leaking out around his shaft, dripping messily down your thighs. He kept grinding through every aftershock, hips rolling lazily, making sure you took every last drop while you twitched and sobbed from the overwhelming pleasure.
He stayed buried deep inside you, chest pressed flush to your back, both of you panting and slick with sweat. Soft, tender kisses rained down on your shoulders, the back of your neck, and over the dark marks he’d sucked into your skin. His hands soothed over your trembling body, now gentle and reverent, stroking your sides, your hips, your spine as you both came down.
“That's my good girl,” he whispered warmly against your ear, voice full of affection. “You did so well for me. Always do.”
You turned your head, seeking his mouth. The kiss was slower this time, lazy, sated, and deep, tongues sliding gently together, full of quiet promises for next time. In his office. After class. Wherever he wanted you. Because you were his favorite… and he was yours.
i love heeseung so so so so so so much that man is my baby i’d do anything to protect him he’s the light of my life the reason i breathe air into my lungs the motivation i need to get up in the morning he’s my everything i love lee heeseung
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