genre: smut, established relationship, domestic fluff, slight dom!Heeseung
warnings: explicit sexual content, age gap, dirty talk, oral (m. receiving), fingering, creampie, praise kink
summary: Heeseung comes home exhausted from work, but when you tell him you don’t understand your study material… he finds a very hands-on way to make sure the lesson sticks.
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notes: this is pure self-indulgent filth for anyone who loves tired boyfriends who still know exactly how to ruin you while “helping you study” ♡
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The front door clicked shut softly behind Heeseung as he stepped into your shared apartment. At 25, he carried the quiet weight of a long workday on his broad shoulders, his button-up shirt slightly wrinkled, tie already loosened and hanging low around his neck.
His dark hair was a little messy from running his fingers through it during meetings, but the moment his eyes found you sitting at the dining table with your university notes spread out, a tired but warm smile tugged at his lips.
“Hey, baby,” he murmured, voice low and husky from fatigue.
He dropped his bag by the door and walked over, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head.
“Still studying? You’ve been at it all day.”
You nodded, biting your lip as you looked up at him.
“Yeah… there’s this concept I just can’t wrap my head around for tomorrow’s exam. I was waiting for you.”
Heeseung let out a quiet sigh, but there was no hesitation.
He shrugged off his jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, revealing his toned forearms, and pulled a chair right next to yours.
Even exhausted, he never said no to helping you.
“Alright, show me what you’re struggling with.”
You pointed at the page, explaining the difficult theory as best as you could. Heeseung listened carefully, nodding, then began explaining it in that calm, patient voice of his.
His arm rested along the back of your chair, his body close enough that you could smell his cologne mixed with the faint scent of his long day.
But the more he talked, the harder it became to focus.
“Does that make sense?” he asked after a few minutes, his eyes soft on yours.
You shook your head slowly, pretending to be confused even though you were starting to understand.
“Not really… can you explain it again?”
A small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
Heeseung shifted closer, his thigh pressing lightly against yours under the table.
“Okay… let’s try it like this.”
His hand moved from the back of your chair to rest on your knee, warm and heavy.
As he re-explained, his fingers slowly traced small circles on your skin, inching higher with every sentence.
“Still not getting it, baby?” he asked, voice dropping lower when you shook your head again, acting clueless.
He leaned in, his breath brushing your ear.
“Then maybe this will help.”
His other hand slid under the hem of your shirt, palm gliding over your waist, pulling you gently toward him.
His lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear as he continued teaching, voice steady even as his touch grew bolder.
“Now do you understand?” he whispered, fingers slipping higher, brushing the edge of your panties.
You let out a soft gasp, thighs pressing together instinctively.
“I… I think I need more explanation,” you breathed, deliberately playing dumb.
You wanted this — wanted him to keep going, even though you could see how tired he was.
Heeseung chuckled lowly, the sound vibrating against your neck.
“You’re really gonna make me work for it tonight, huh?”
His hand between your legs became more intentional, teasing you through the thin fabric, stroking slowly while he kept explaining the material in that deep, patient tone.
Every time you “didn’t understand,” he’d press a little firmer, circle a little faster, until your breathing grew shaky and your notes were long forgotten.
“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, voice rough with want.
“Acting like you don’t get it just so I keep touching you… my naughty girl.”
You turned your face toward him, lips brushing his jaw.
“You’re tired… but you’re still so good to me.”
Heeseung’s eyes darkened.
He pulled you onto his lap in one smooth motion, your legs straddling his thighs.
His loosened tie and unbuttoned shirt made him look sinfully undone, and you could feel how hard he was beneath you.
His hands gripped your hips firmly, thumbs pressing into your soft skin as he looked up at you with tired but hungry eyes.
“Fuck… I’m exhausted, baby,” he admitted, voice low and rough, “but you’re already soaked for me.”
You bit your lip, heart racing.
Slowly, your fingers reached for the loosened tie still hanging around his neck. You pulled it gently, sliding the silk fabric through the knot until it came free. Heeseung watched you with dark eyes as you draped the tie over the back of the chair, then started unbuttoning his shirt one by one, revealing his toned chest.
Once his shirt was open, you leaned in and kissed his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles start to melt under your lips.
He groaned softly, tilting his head to give you better access.
“fuck” he murmured.
His hands slid under your shirt, pulling it up and off in one smooth motion.
Then he unhooked your bra, letting it fall aside so he could cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples.
“Look at you… so fucking pretty.”
You rocked slowly against the hard bulge in his pants, feeling him twitch beneath you.
Heeseung’s breath hitched.
“Baby,” he said, voice dropping even lower, “I’m too tired to do all the work tonight. Take my cock out.”
Your hands trembled with excitement as you reached down and unbuckled his belt, then unzipped his pants.
You freed his thick, heavy cock, already leaking at the tip.
He was rock hard despite how drained he was from work.
Heeseung leaned back slightly in the chair, eyes half-lidded.
“That’s it… now be a good girl and ride me. I want to feel every inch of you.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You pushed your panties to the side and lined yourself up with his cock, slowly sinking down onto him.
The stretch was delicious — he filled you so perfectly that you let out a broken moan.
Heeseung’s head fell back, a deep groan rumbling from his chest.
“Fuck, you’re so tight… just like that, baby. Take all of me.”
He kept talking you through it, his voice husky and commanding even though he was tired.
“Move your hips… yes, just like that. Grind on me. Feel how deep I am?”
You started riding him, hands braced on his shoulders, rolling your hips in steady waves.
Every time you sank down, he hit that perfect spot inside you, making your thighs shake.
Heeseung’s hands stayed on your waist, guiding you but letting you do most of the work.
“Faster now, angel. Ride me like you mean it. I want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock.”
His dirty words made you clench around him. You picked up the pace, moaning louder as pleasure built fast and hot. Heeseung’s grip tightened, his own breathing growing ragged.
But you wanted to take care of him too.
You slowed down, then carefully lifted yourself off his cock, making him hiss at the loss of your heat.
Before he could protest, you slid down between his legs, kneeling on the floor.
“Baby… what are you—”
“I want to make you feel good” you whispered, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes even as your hand wrapped around his slick cock.
“You worked so hard today. Let me relax you.”
Heeseung’s eyes darkened with lust as you leaned forward and took him into your mouth.
You started slow, swirling your tongue around the head, tasting yourself mixed with him. Then you took him deeper, sucking him with wet, messy sounds.
“Shit— fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” he groaned, one hand threading gently into your hair.
“That’s it… suck a little harder, baby. Just like that.”
You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks, taking him as deep as you could while your hand stroked what you couldn’t fit.
Heeseung’s thighs tensed under your touch, low moans spilling from his lips as you worked him.
“You’re so fucking good at this… my perfect girl. Relaxing me so well after a long day.”
After a few minutes, he gently tugged you back up.
“Come here. I need to be inside you again.”
You climbed back onto his lap, and this time when you sank down on his cock, the angle felt even deeper.
Heeseung pulled you close, chest to chest, and started talking you through every thrust.
“baby. Yes— fuck, You’re squeezing me so tight. You gonna cum on my cock?”
His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles while you bounced on him.
The combination of his thick cock stretching you, and his skilled fingers pushed you right to the edge.
“I’m close— Heeseung—” you whimpered.
“Come for me, angel. Let me feel you cum all over me.”
The orgasm hit you hard, your walls pulsing around him as you cried out his name.
Heeseung groaned loudly, thrusting up into you a few more times before he followed, spilling deep inside you with a long, satisfied moan.
Both of you stayed locked together, breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. Heeseung buried his face in your neck, pressing soft kisses there as his hands stroked your back gently.
“Fuck… I needed that,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “You always know how to take care of me.”
You smiled, still trembling in his arms, running your fingers through his messy hair. “And you always know how to teach me… even when you’re tired.”
He chuckled tiredly, pulling you even closer. “Study session’s not over yet, baby. After we rest a little… we’re doing round two. I still need to make sure you really understand that"
Heyyy I really like the way you write and I was wondering, can you please write something about Hee just being obsessed with sucking readers tits. Like anytime they’re alone together, he’s sucking her nipples and rubbing them, playing with her sensitive peaks. When they’re kissing he still has to be touching her tits, when they’re dry humping each other still kissing and sucking her tits, even during sex his mouth his always on her nipples sucking and playing with it. He just needs to be rubbing and sucking her nipples whenever he gets the chance
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注意喚起 ★⎯⎯ Heeseung - f. reader : nipple play, unprotected sex, dry humping, oral fixation, cum on tits, slightly rough sex, dirty talk (not much), mdni.
here ya go, anon ~ ♡. writing this was honestly so fun, tho i’m not really sure it’s exactly what u pictured. hope u love it anyway!!
“You really like them, don’t you?” your voice comes out in a soft sigh, heavy with anticipation and a hint of excitement you can’t quite hide.
You’re curled up against Heeseung on the couch, trying to watch a movie you’ve long since lost sight of. His warm body envelops you, but his hands, as always, have found their favorite obsession: they’re under your shirt, his thumbs rubbing your nipples in slow, deliberate circles. The sensitive peaks harden instantly under his touch, swelling against his pads, and an electric tingle runs through your chest, making your breathing quicken.
Heeseung lets out a low chuckle, his hot breath fanning your neck as his fingers don’t stop, gently pinching one of your nipples until you moan softly.
“It’s not that I like them…” he murmurs, his voice husky and thick with desire. “I fucking love them. These perfect tits, these sweet nipples that get hard just by looking at them. I love the way you squirm when I suck on them, the way you arch your back, and sometimes you even come just from my tongue on them. And then, when they're pink and puffy... god, there's nothing better.
As he talks, his caresses become more insistent, his thumbs pressing harder, swirling around your nipples until they're so sensitive that every touch draws a gasp from you. He lifts your shirt in a swift motion, bunching it over your tits, exposing them to the cool air of the room. His erection, hard and hot, presses against your ass through his shorts, the throbbing bulge rubbing against you with every small movement. You're wearing only that shirt and lace panties, and you feel the damp fabric sticking to your pussy, your juices already soaking it with arousal.
"At this rate, we're never going to finish the movie.". you say, your voice cracking, trying to sound firm but failing miserably. Heeseung leans in, his lips brushing your earlobe, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
"I don't give a shit about the movie, baby" he whispers, and begins to rub against you with more intent, his hard cock sliding against your ass, the rough brush of the fabric amplifying every sensation.
You sigh in frustration, but desire wins. You grab the TV remote with trembling fingers and press pause, the silence in the room broken only by your heavy breathing. Heeseung smirks, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and in one fluid movement, he repositions himself, opening your legs to fit between them. His cock, still trapped in his shorts, rubs against your panty-covered pussy, the heat of his erection seeping through the damp fabric, making your hips instinctively buck up to meet him.
Without wasting a second, his mouth moves down to your tits. He sucks on a nipple hungrily, his tongue swirling around the swollen peak before sucking hard, the wet sound filling the room. He alternates between the two, licking, sucking, and nibbling with just enough pressure to make you feel the delicious sting of pleasure. Your nipples, already sensitive, throb under his attention, and each tug of his mouth draws a high-pitched moan from you. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging gently to keep him there, as you raise your hips, grinding against his cock more desperately, the lace of your panties soaked and slick with your juices.
Heeseung moans against your skin, the sound vibrating in your nipple as his eyes bore into yours, dark and filled with lust. The friction between your bodies is intense, the heat of his erection rubbing against your swollen clit through the fabric, but he doesn't stop at your tits, sucking harder, leaving your nipples glistening with saliva and reddened.
Suddenly, his hand moves urgently down, freeing his cock from his shorts in a swift, sharp motion, the elastic hitting his skin with a soft pop. You see it, thick and veined, the taut skin glistening in the dim light of the living room, the swollen tip dripping with precum that runs down the glans in a slimy drop. Before you can process it, his rough fingers hook the lace of your panties, sliding them aside until the fabric rests against your thigh. With a single thrust, he penetrates you, his thick cock stretching your hot, soaking pussy, the inner walls contracting around its ridged texture, each prominent vein rubbing against your sensitive spots with a delicious friction that makes you arch your back. The heat of his erection fills every inch of you, the stretch almost painful but so fucking pleasurable that your nails dig into his shoulders.
He begins with slow, deep thrusts, short but precise, as if he wants to record every sensation in your body. His cock slides in and out, the wet sound of your pussy sucking him echoing in the room, mingling with your high-pitched moans and the low grunts escaping his throat. You feel every movement: the tip hitting your cervix, the veins of his cock dragging against your inner walls, the scorching heat of his skin against yours. Your juices spurt, soaking the base of his cock and trickling down your thighs, the musky scent of sex filling the air.
But his mouth doesn't leave your nipples, not for a second. He sucks with obsessive intensity, alternating between them with a devotion that drives you wild. His tongue swirls around one puffy nipple, licking the sensitive skin before sucking hard, the wet pop when he releases resonating like a gunshot. He moves to the other, nibbling it with just enough teeth for you to feel the sharp sting of pleasure again, then soothing it with soft, wet licks. Your nipples, already red and swollen, throb, each brush of his tongue sending shocks straight to your clit. You moan loudly, the sound raw and uninhibited.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, babe” he growls against your nipple, his voice vibrating against your skin as he sucks harder, his hips moving mercilessly. "I love how you get so sensitive from this, how your pussy squeezes me when I suck on these beautiful tits.
Heeseung picks up the pace, fucking you harder, the base of his cock hitting your sensitive flesh with a rhythmic slap that makes you shiver. The friction amplified by your juices makes everything slick and hot. His thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in quick, firm circles, the exact pressure bringing you to the edge. The triple stimulation is overwhelming: his cock filling you to the hilt, stretching you with each thrust, his mouth sucking and biting your nipples, leaving them glistening with saliva, his finger working your clit with a precision that disarms you. Your thighs tremble, heat building in your belly like a storm.
You moan louder, body convulsing as the orgasm hits you like a wave. Your pussy contracts in violent spasms around his cock, sucking him hard, hot juices dripping down your thighs and soaking the couch beneath you. The pleasure is so intense that your eyes glaze over, a strangled cry escaping your throat as you arch against him, your nipples throbbing beneath his warm tongue.
Heeseung doesn't stop, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming more erratic, more desperate. He releases your nipples with a wet pop, the swollen peaks coated in saliva and quivering with your every breath. His dark, feverish eyes bore into yours, and with a throaty growl, he pull his cock out, the emptiness leaving you gasping and throbbing around nothing. He jerks off quickly, his hand moving relentlessly, groaning breathlessly until his balls tense, and soon he's spilling his thick, hot cum all over your tits. The white cream splatter your skin, trickling down your sensitive nipples, sliding over the swell of your breasts as he pants, his chest heaving hard, his eyes fixed on the image of his mark on you, the pleasure consuming him completely as the echoes of your labored breaths fill the living room.
I know I have some requests pending, and I'll definitely work on them. Just give me a little time, I've had some things to take care of, plus a Heeseung special on Wattpad that completely drained my brain and left me in full lazy mode.
a/n: y'all are lovinggg these fwb smaus im crine - also my first heeseung post too! yayyyyy (how we feelin abt him officially opening his weverse... ion wanna talk abt it...)
@amaralie, @crystalshard
Key, a room that holds the smell of smoke in the curtains, and the warmth of long evenings spent in good company.
Yellow, the smell of rosemary
cw for basic dirty talk and fade to black at the endt. It is Constantine, atfer all. (I am very, very migrained today. Please no editing or concrit, I know there are issues <3)
John wakes up in that room again. It’s been enough times now that he doesn’t panic about it. Hell, he even lets himself linger in the bed for awhile. The sheets are that over washed sort of starchy, but the pillow is soft enough. The curtains are still drawn. Light peaks around the edges of the heavy fabric enough though John knows that there’s nothing but endless void behind them.
He had made the mistake of looking the first time that he had ended up in this place.
John throws the sheets off and sits up. His long limbs feel endless for a moment as he stretches before he snaps back into his aching, (mostly) mortal body. The smell of the room, of endless visitors and days, has him craving a cigarette. Sometimes he’s lucky enough that there’s a pack on the bedside table. Today is one of them. He peels the seal open and taps out a fag from the pack. The first inhale makes him wistful; this brand went out of business twenty years ago.
He sits there long enough that he has to tap a solid bit of ash into the soot stained ashtray. He wants to stay longer. Schrodinger’s cat and all that.
Maybe he should just go look.
He grabs the pack and the room key from the bedside. The key has a battered plastic tag that feels right in his hand. He thinks the room is number twenty-one, but it hurts to look too long at it. The key itself is different with each glance.
The cigarette is just balanced between John’s lips, stuck there so that he can toss on the robe over the boxer briefs that he has on. He wears it mostly to have a pocket to stash things in. It also helps stave off the chill of the halls.
Every door looks exactly the same—yellowed oak wood set into even more yellow wallpaper. There’s no decoration other than the hall sconces. The way the light pours out of them is fragmented and shifting. Every so often a door is cracked open, held tight by the chain. There’s something there behind those doors. Other ones too, sometimes, when John knows he’s being watched from behind a peephole. John’s careful to never look back.
He just smokes his cigarette, lighting the next off the old butt of the last, and keeps walking down the hall. He’ll get to where he’s going eventually, wherever that may be.
There’s one place he’s hoping for more than the other.
He just keeps walking.
Finally, suddenly, he’s come to a set of brass and glass doors. The thick fog of condensataion on the doors make it impossible to see through. It doesn’t matter, John knows what will greet him as he pushed both doors open. A smile plays on his lips and in his voice. “Hello, handsome, how’s the water?”
“Just about the same as always. Too fucking green and weirdly warm.”
John eyes the pool as he walks around the outside of it. His steps sound sacrilegiously loud against the tiles, but what is his whole fucking life but being sacrilegiously loud?
“It is very green,” John settles for saying.
The other makes a noise that manages to sound sarcastic as he sets his book aside. “Green is sorta its most defining trait.”
“Hum… nah, mate,” John says. He braces his arms on either side of the plastic pool chair as he leans down. “I would go with other worldly first.”
“Everything is other worldly here, Hellblazer.” Those sea-glass green eyes meet John’s steadily. “Including you and me.”
“Yet you won’t tell me your secrets,” John points out. The words are a whisper and nearly cut off by the kiss that follows. It’s as much a kiss John starts as one that John meets in the middle. He lets himself enjoy the taste of it before he pulls back just enough to get a look. “What are your secrets, Dan?”
Dan rolls his eyes, but it’s mostly an excuse to look away. “I’ve told you, you really don’t want to know.”
“Oh but I do, lovely. I’m curious,” John cajoles as he straddles the chair and Dan. Dan is likewise in a robe, but only with swim trunks on underneath.
Tiny, yellow swim trunks.
Dan runs his hands up under John’s robes. He has the calloused hands of of a craftsman, and his thumbs are rough where they rub against John’s hip bones.
“Curiosity killed the cat,” Dan says.
“But boredom killed it quicker,” John sings back.
“Oh, well, if boredom is what you wanted to avoid…” Dan purrs. His grip tightens, keeping John held down as he arches up.
John hums happily. He would rather understand what Dan is, but ever visit he learns a little more. What’s so wrong about having some fun at the same time? “I’ll learn your secrets.”
“Not if you want me to keep fucking you.”
John laughs. His cigarette is tossed somewhere over his back in the direction of the pool and his robe to the side after. Just some fun, first. Other worldly messes after.
Summary: Heeseung loves watching you melt under his touch, praising every shiver, every gasp, every moan… and then tearing you down with filthy degradation. It’s a delicate, intoxicating balance: you’re worshipped, but reminded exactly who owns your pleasure.
Pairing: bf!Heeseung x reader
Genre: Erotica, Kink, Smut, Praise/Degradation, Dom/Sub, established relationship, kinktober
Warnings: Explicit sexual content / 18+ only, Dirty talk, verbal praise and degradation, Rough sex/overstimulation, Light manhandling (grabbing wrists, pulling hair, holding hips), Breeding kink undertones optional (can be added), Oral sex/fingering / orgasm control, Body worship, humiliation, submissive/pleasure dynamics
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Heeseung stood behind you, warm breath ghosting over your shoulder. His hands were on your hips, thumbs brushing over your wet folds, teasing, making you shiver.
“You feel so good,” he murmured, voice low and sultry. “So tight, so perfect for me… God, look at you, trembling like a little mess for me.”
You moaned, heat rushing to your face, thighs clenching instinctively.
“But,” he added, dragging a finger along your slit, “you’re such a greedy little slut, huh? Can’t even wait for me to touch you properly before whining. Pathetic, and I love it.”
Your back arched as his hand dipped lower, teasing just the tip before sliding inside, curling to hit that perfect spot. Every praise was matched by a taunt, every gentle brush of lips by a sharp, commanding word.
“You’re mine,” he growled, pressing a kiss to your neck, nipping lightly. “Mine to ruin, mine to praise, mine to make cum and beg like the little slut you are.”
You gasped, hands tangling in his hair, heart hammering. The mix of worship and degradation was overwhelming, intoxicating, every word, every touch, every moan made your body melt under his control.
Heeseung’s hands were impossibly warm, pressing into your hips as he leaned close behind you. His breath tickled your ear, low and teasing, and your body shivered instantly at the combination of heat and power he radiated.
“You’re already dripping for me,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your folds through the thin fabric of your panties. “God… look at you, so desperate, so needy. For me. And you haven’t even felt me yet.”
You gasped, cheeks flaming, thighs trembling as your cunt clenched around nothing. The sensation alone, his touch teasing, light, cruel, made your knees wobble.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, pressing his chest to your back, fingers dipping lower, teasing at the waistband. “Little slut, shivering for me like this… pathetic. And I love it.”
You whined softly, trying to catch your breath, and he chuckled darkly. “Shh… no words yet. You’ll beg later.”
He grabbed your hips harder this time, pulling you flush against him. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. Look at you, so small, so wet… all for me. But you think that makes you special? Hah. No. You’re just my little toy, and I’ll ruin you with both praise and shame.”
You trembled, heart hammering. His fingers dipped under the edge of your panties, teasing the slick folds of your cunt. “You feel so good. So tight. Every inch is made for me… You hear that? For me. But look at you, greedy little thing, whining for it before I even start.”
Your moan was muffled, thighs pressing together, cunt aching from the teasing.
“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Make that sound. Let me hear how much you love being both praised and humiliated. My hands, my words, my cock…”
He kissed your neck, dragging teeth lightly over the sensitive skin, making you flinch and moan all at once. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Mine to ruin, mine to make cum, mine to degrade. And every time you think I’m gentle… that’s when I’ll show you just how much control I have.”
You gasped, breath catching, eyes fluttering closed, lost in the storm of pleasure and shame.
Heeseung pulled your hair gently, forcing your gaze to meet his in the mirror across the room. “Look at yourself,” he said, voice low, teasing, cocky. “Look at how desperate you are… for me. So messy, so wet… and I haven’t even started fucking you yet.”
Your cunt clenched hard at his words, legs trembling under the combination of praise and degradation.
“And when I do,” he added, pressing his hand flat against your stomach, fingers teasing over your folds, “you’ll learn just how delicious it feels to be owned. Every gasp, every squirm, every shiver, it’s because of me. And don’t you dare forget it.”
You whimpered, utterly undone, body slick with arousal, trembling under his hands and gaze. His smirk widened, cocky and predatory.
“Now,” he said, voice low and commanding, “get on your knees. I want to see how good you can be… how much you can take.”
You obeyed, trembling, heart hammering, and he watched with a smug, possessive grin as your body lowered, cunt glistening, hands braced on the bed.
“God, look at you,” he said, pressing a hand to the back of your head, thumb brushing over your wet lips. “So small. So needy. So fucking perfect. But so fucking pathetic… whining before you’ve even felt me. I could break you with a word and you’d love it. You’d love it so much.”
Heeseung’s fingers dipped into your folds again, teasing, curling, pressing just right. Your hips bucked against his hand instinctively, mewling.
“That’s it, little slut,” he murmured. “Beg for it. Beg for me to ruin you. Beg to be praised… and degraded.”
Your lips parted, breath trembling. “Please… please, Heeseung…”
“Good girl,” he said, voice low, full of power, pressing your body closer. “Beg properly. Make it filthy. Make me proud of my little toy. But don’t think that just because I praise you, I won’t humiliate you too. You love that, don’t you?”
You shivered, nodding frantically, cunt clenching hard, overwhelmed by the mixture of filthy praise and sharp degradation. His hand stroked in perfect rhythm with your wetness, every touch pushing you closer to the edge.
Heeseung’s grin widened as he pressed you onto the bed, hips grinding lightly against your soaked core. “God, you’re so wet, little slut,” he purred, fingers dipping between your folds, teasing the sensitive nub that throbbed with need. “I could fuck you like this all day… but I’m going to make you beg first.”
You moaned, body trembling, cheeks burning. Every teasing curl of his fingers inside you made your cunt pulse, walls fluttering, hips lifting instinctively.
“You love that, don’t you?” he whispered, pressing a finger deeper. “You love being ruined by my hands. And every time you squirm, every time you gasp… I know you’re thinking about how much you belong to me.”
Your head fell back, lips parting, throat dry from gasping. “Y-yes… I… I’m yours…”
“Good girl,” he praised, but his hand tightened slightly, curling just enough to make you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “So obedient… but still pathetic. Look at you, shaking and dripping, already begging, and I haven’t even put my cock inside you yet.”
Your cunt clenched at the combination of praise and degradation, every nerve ending ignited.
Heeseung chuckled, pressing his chest against your back, lips grazing your shoulder. “I love how desperate you are. How messy you are. And I’m going to make you even messier.”
He aligned himself, teasing the tip of his cock along your slit. “God… you feel so good,” he groaned. “So tight… so perfect. But you’re going to scream for me, little slut. You’re going to beg for my cock while I remind you who owns you.”
He pushed in slowly, stretching you, making you gasp and cry out. “See? That’s what I do to my toys,” he murmured, thrusting in shallowly at first. “I take them apart, make them ache… and they love it. Don’t you, baby?”
“Yes… yes, Heeseung…” you moaned, clinging to his shoulders. Your hips bucked involuntarily, desperately trying to take him deeper.
He hissed, tightening his grip on your hips. “That’s it. Take it. But you’re still so greedy. Still whining for more. I love that about you. But don’t get cocky. You’re mine, every gasp, every shiver, every wet squirm belongs to me.”
He pulled back, pressing your face against the bed for a moment, then slammed back in, deeper, harder. “Fucking perfect,” he groaned. “You feel so good… but look at you, whining like a little slut already. So messy, so needy… all for me.”
Your cries echoed, mixing with moans of desperation, your body shaking uncontrollably under the overstimulation.
Heeseung leaned close, brushing hair from your face, voice low and teasing. “Beg for it, baby. Beg for me to fill you, beg to cum for me, beg to be ruined. Show me how much you love being my little toy.”
“Yes… please… Heeseung…” you gasped, hips lifting, cunt clenching around him, walls fluttering. “I… I love it… I want it… I want you…”
He chuckled darkly, fucking you harder, faster. “Good girl,” he whispered between thrusts. “So fucking perfect… but still a greedy little slut. Every orgasm, every shiver… mine. All mine. You love it, don’t you? Love being reminded who owns your cunt?”
You screamed, shivering, hips bucking wildly, completely overwhelmed by the mix of filthy praise and sharp degradation.
“God, you’re dripping all over me,” he groaned, pressing his forehead to your back. “So perfect… and still so pathetic. But that’s okay. That’s why I love you. That’s why you’re mine. That’s why I ruin you like this, for me, for me to show off, for me to make you ache and beg.”
Your walls clenched hard, cunt pulsing uncontrollably as your second orgasm hit, full and overwhelming. Heeseung groaned, thrusting through your climax, pressing you flat to the bed, keeping you trapped in his hands and cock.
“Mine,” he hissed, voice low and possessive. “Every part of you… mine. Every moan, every wet, messy gasp… all mine. And don’t you dare forget it.”
He slowed slightly, pressing gentle, firm strokes to prolong your high, whispering praises and degradations in perfect rhythm. “So good, baby. So messy. Such a greedy little slut. And I love that you love it. That you tremble and ache and cum just for me… mine, always mine.”
You sagged against him, trembling, still dripping, mind spinning from overstimulation, filthy praise, and harsh degradation. Heeseung’s grin was cocky and satisfied, knowing he’d left you completely undone, overstimulated, soaked, and worshipping him even as he reminded you how pathetically perfect you were for him.
