" Do you know what they say about girls with big hands, Ji-min? "
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SUMMARY: ji-min had a problem, a problem that heeseung nothing to do with. . or, so they had thought. was he being a dick by being an interloper? probably. was it all worth it, considering the mind-blowing sex? definitely.
PAIRING: yu karina ji-min ♡ lee evan heeseung.
warning: friends2luvrs2rivals, transfem!karina, transmasc!heeseung, takes place in a university, minors dni, degradation, blowjobs, no prep, humiliation, noona kink, breeding, lil misgendering. .
Heeseung doesn't know how he found himself in this position, and frankly? He doesn't care.
His current predicament consists of him leaning against the wall, his cigarette dangling between his lithe, glove-clad fingers. His council blazer is wrapped around his waist, slightly rumpled due to his slumped frame.
A single eyebrow is quirked, silent amusement abloom in his gaze, paired with the condescending smirk playing at his lips. A hint of his fangs begin to peek out out, pressing into his bottom labium. He lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he glances at the scene infront of him — the senior headgirl, tugging on the sleeves of his ruffled uniform.
" How pathetic, " he mutters to himself, his doe-like darting down to the prominent bulge in the ravenette's pleated skirt. The headboy pauses, his stance beginning to slightly waver as a flicker of pity quivers in his eyes. . Before disappearing as quickly as it arrived. He scoffs, putting distance between them and stubbing out his cigar — obviously, he was gonna give her what she wanted — he wasn't that mean. But, she'd have to wait, because that's what good girls do.
Upon closer inspection, the poor girl seemed. . pitiful, to say the least, with her red-rimmed eyes boring into his indifferent, composed ones. Her pale, stocking-sheathed thighs shuddered violently — his rumpled tie caught in her iron-clad fist. He tilted her chin up with a single digit, a barbarous grin playing at his plump lips as he peered down at her, as though she was a pest he could crush beneath his foot — the humiliation shot at the delicate strings of her heart, but the insistent, agonizing throbbing of her cock? It was way worse.
So much so that she wanted to eat him alive.
A shuddering breath leaves her lips as she curls up to him, her toned arms contracting in a show of restraint, clear as day — this boy? This stupid boy with voluptuous sanguine curls, with a slender frame, with honey-tinted, sun-kissed skin, with doe eyes — The very ones that were locked onto hers with unbridled hunger, was testing her patience, and he knew it.
The senior headboy tilts his head, stooping down to eye-level with her, merely holding her gaze for a few more seconds — utterly aware of the ticking time-bomb of lust that was his girlfriend. He captures her plump, lipstick-coated lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, slipping his tongue inside the canal of her warm mouth as he tilts her head up, his brows furrowing as he ravages her mouth, their teeth clashing and tongues mingling with ferocious intensity.
The ravenette was in a state of pellucid ecstacy, her eyes glazed and red-rimmed with unshed tears. She grinds her hard-on against the taller's jean-clad thighs, who responds with a meek, almost aphonic guffaw, a smirk playing at his plump, cherry red lips as he lowers his head for another kiss.
This one? It's barely a peck, almost negligible, but it's there — the first kiss they've shared since this cluster-fuck began, and it felt blissful in it's simplicity.
A kiss. A cowardly peck.
He laughs quietly, pulling away with a sincere, bashful grin playing at his mouth — tugging at the jelly-like and gooey strings of the older woman's heart. He tilts his head like a curious hamster, his gaze sweeping over her frame with deliberate slowness, before darting down to her hands. He smirks, intertwining their fingers as he murmurs into her ear, " Do you know what they say about girls with big hands, Ji-min? "
The senior headgirl suppresses the urge to roll her eyes at his query, a singular, arched eyebrow quirking up in faux-curiousity as she flicks his forehead. She sighs, glancing up at the younger boy as she bites the bullet and mutters, " .. No, I don't. Enlighten me, Heeseung-yah. "
" .. Noona, they say that they're just as big down there, if you catch my drift. " He murmurs, a cheeky smile embellishing his face as he drops to his knees on the filthy, dust-clad floors, his glasses sitting snugly atop the tip of his nose. He leans forward, nuzzling against the older woman's cock. His face is smushed against her thighs — the headboy is clearly enjoying the display of affection.
Too bad Ji-min isn't.
She yanks him up by his hair, forcing his lithe fingers to wrench her frilly boxers to the side — revealing her thick, girthy and hefty penis. A shuddering exhale leaves his lips as it bounces against his face, a thin, almost negligible trail of drool dripping down his mouth. He leans forward, taking her member into his mouth — gosh, he had forgotten just how large she was.
The sanguine-haired boy whimpers, his chest heaving as his mouth stretches obscenely to accomodate the sheer girth of her member. She hovers over him, tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for him to envelope her inside his warm, wet mouth.
He does not.
He's struggling, almost pitifully so — limpid droplets of water are dripping down his baby cheeks as he snivels in earnest, shaking his head as he begins to choke on her length. His gag reflex? Definitely on the radar, judging by how he couldn't get past one slurp without viciously coughing.
The older woman pauses, her gaze darkening as the senior headboy unknowingly provokes her. She shoves her length down his throat in one go, causing him to let out strangled wails as she yanks his hair, forcing him to take her in one go.
SLURP—GHK—HN!
" A—Ah. . Heeseung-yah, y—ya better keep this pace up, you hear me, huh? " She growls, shoving his button nose into her pubes. He begins to quaff her girth, his blotchy cheeks tinted with a red dust as he fondles her massive, meaty balls with his nimble fingers. She snorts coldly, reaching one hand down to control his strokes.
He can practically feel his panties get drenched, hell, he's rutting against the repulsive marble floors, as though he was a mutt in heat. His thighs are sticky with slick, and he's attempting to discreetly rub them together to get some sort of friction to satisfy his needs — ofcourse, the older woman wouldn't allow that. Not until he makes her come.
If you asked Ji-min what she pictured Heeseung as in this exact moment? She'd respond with, " Anything but the senior headboy. " And god, is that humiliating to hear, especially for a boy who fought tooth and nail to get to where he is.
His eyes are half-lidded as he migrates between nibbling and suckling, his tongue occasionally darting out to gently wet her balls. He feels her thighs begin to quiver, his doe-like eyes brightening in acknowledgement — it was a tell-tale sign that the older woman would soon be painting his face white.
With a final, unrelenting suckle on her girth, the senior headboy bows his head in submission as the knot in the ravenette's stomach comes undone. She comes inside of his damp mouth, pulling out and painting his face with thick, prolonged ropes of her seed.
He looked like a common whore, and she was into it.
The senior headboy lets out a strangled moan as he's pushed against the wall, his hands balling into fists as he clutches his discarded counil blazer, floundering for a shard of dignity in his predicament. His labia is spread apart by the senior headgirl, who has a barbaric smirk on her face as she inspects his reddening cunt, giving his nub a few, experimental flicks.
A soft, breathy exhale leaves his lips as he pushes the blazer to his nose, absorbing the saccharine fragrance of his malus domestica-scented perfume. It gave him something to hold onto while his vagina was being poked and prodded at. He whimpers quietly, his thighs quivering as the ravenette's gaze rakes over his delicate, petal-like folds.
Even if he was in a state of pellucid bliss and ethereality, deep down? He was still an ungovernable mutt. He lets out a growl, bearing his fangs in a lucent show of a defiance, acting as though his cunt wasn't on full display for the older woman — it didn't register to him in that moment, considering that everything going through his head was an iteration of, " Gotta be defiant, can't be easy. . "
But, in the senior headgirl's eyes? He looked like a puppy asking for a treat. " How adorable, " a playful smirk touching her lipstick-coated lips. Her free hand — thhe one that wasn't buried in his slick — snakes up to his hair, beginning to ruffle his bangs and ponytail, smirking at his pouty expression. If anyone were to see him right now? They'd agree with Ji-min's train of thought — he really was a puppy.
She saves him the embarassment by not saying that outloud.
The senior headboy lets out a quiet grunt as the ravenette strokes herself to full hardness, his eyes locked onto the movement of her palms. His hands curl into fists as he tucks his blazer into his nose, inhaling deeply to tone down his arousal, atleast a little bit. It doesn't work, judging by the puddle of slick dampening his honey-tinted thighs, alongside the gummy strings on the floor. He darts his tongue out, licking off some of the seed on his face. He gags quietly, his eyebrows furrowing as he mentally files away the slightly tangy, metallic and honeyed flavor away.
The ravenette snorts at the foul expression on the younger boy's face, ruffling a tuft of his hair as though he was an unruly pup. In a way, he was. Infront of everyone, he was the quiet, subdued and poised senior headboy who upheld discipline and the rules of the University. With his friends? With her? He was a feral mutt — a boy who sneered whenever people looked down on him, someone who was lethal in his intensity. He growls at the action, shaking his head in mild disdain. " .. Noona, stop, " he mutters in a half-hearted manner.
The disdain doesn't hold for much longer, his growls migrating into squeaks as soon as she slips her length inside his sloppy, wet hole. The stretch is obscene, with his hole practically working overtime to accomodate her mass. His eyes are glazed and disoriented, his hair a mess as he moans, his body shuddering.
" G—Gwaah. .! Ji-min-noona. .! " he lets out a wail, his nails digging into his once-pristine council blazer as his puffy vagina is abused, his elongated clit throbbing in both arousal and agony. The older woman? She merely chuckles, yanking his head backwards to get a good look at his blotchy cheeks, stained with teartracks — he looked like an absolute cutie. One she wanted to break.
She only had so much restraint, and this trainwreck of a boy? He was testing it consistently on a daily basis, even if he wasn't trying to — be it him scolding the lowerclassmen for running in the halls, or him playing basketball at the court with his friends, glaring when a shot is missed, or this. This, referring to him choking on her member, her abolishing his puffy, little vagina, them cuddling together after a long day, or—
" Hhng. .! Noona, please, more, 'm gonna be a good pup, 'Hee's gonna be a good puppy, yeah— " He's babbling now, too far gone to form coherent sentences beyond, ' being a good pup, ' or begging for her to increase her intensity. In this moment, he was. . simply Heeseung. The boy who ate apple pies with her after school, the one who won plushies for her at arcades, the boy whom she was currently plowing into the ground.
The ravette lets out a breathy gasp, picking up the pace of her thrusts as her head falls foward. She buries her face into his shoulder, her teeth piercing the prominent, sun-kissed skin of his neck — forcing him to let out a groan. Her chest is heaving up and down as she begins to pound into his overstimulated entrance, toe-ing the line of making way through his cervix.
She decides against rationality and pushes in.
The senior headboy? He lets out a high, breathy wail, his thighs quivering as his eyes roll back into his head. The ravenette pushes his legs up to his chest, giving access to deep, prolonged thrusts. " A—Ah, Heeseung-yah, fuck, Heeseung. .! " She growls into his ear, spreading his vulva apart to deliver a vicious and calculated spank to his clitoris.
The younger boy whines, his arms raking down to pinch his own nipples to have a tiny bit of relief, and perhaps to distract himself from the agony of feeling his cervix be stretched apart. As soon as the anguish metamorphoses into bliss, his fingers drop from his cherry nubs to clutch at the older woman's hair.
He was truly a sight for sore eyes, with his dewy cheeks, soaked with ever-flowing teardroplets, his half-lidded, burnished gaze darting from her hungry, siren-like eyes, to the girth inside of his damp, puffy vagina. Problem?
She still wanted him to tighten up. So, she does what any sane person would do to a boy with as much attitude and sex appeal as Heeseung — she wrenches her length out, leading to his hole clenching and unclenching in confusion, alongside droplets of distress bubbling up in his doe eyes. " He's. . adorable, " she thinks.
The thought quickly deteriorates when she shoves inside of his cunt once more, ravishing the sight of him gaping salaciously. She picks up the pace once more, now pounding into his well-used, drenched vagina. She reaches one hand down to rub at his swollen and irritated clitoris, coaxing him to come on her cock, " Ah, Heeseung-yah—. . Puppy, c'mon, 'ya whore. "
She growls that into his ear, spreading his sunkissed thighs further apart as an attempt to get him to milk her cock. He does wind up clenching deliciously around her cock, probably because he's about to come. The senior headboy sobs, his thighs shuddering as his orgasm is wrenched out of him in a medley of ropes and waves, his head thrown back.
" N—Noona, hngh. .! Fuckin' hell, goddamnit— " The boy wails, wrapping his limber arms around the older woman's neck, who merely groans before burying herself to the hilt and filling his well-used hole up with her seed.
He lets the tiniest, quietest, " oh. . thank you, noona, " escape his lips, his mouth curving into a half-crescent as he attempts to catch his breath. He sits up quietly, almost plopping onto the floor as he buries his face in the older woman's shoulder.
" .. Hn. Heeseung-yah, I thought you said you weren't ever coming back to me 'cause I was a disgusting boy? " The senior headgirl prompts, her eyes half-lidded as she lazily runs her hands over his thighs, snorting at his visage. He shakes his head, the provocation working.
" .. I didn't say that, noona. You just refused to let me elaborate, 'cause I was gonna say that you're a disgusting, foul— " He begins, before he abruptly cuts off, courtesy to the soft, almost affectionate peck on his plump lips. He sighs, his chest still heaving up and down as he indulges her whims, kissing the senior headgirl back.
" Well, it doesn't really matter, because you're still here, hell, you're still letting me use 'ya hole, ain't you? Now, shush, pretty boy — I wanna go again, and you won't stop me. "
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author notes: yoooo i had so much fun writing this. i love ddeungromiz, i hope heeseung's debut single has a segment where it's just moaning in the bg. n thne people figure out that the moaning is a heerina sextape. ship heerina 4 a good life