YOU STARTED IT
- in which heesung makes a mess of you and still calls you angel ⋆˚꩜｡
hi loves!! so i've honestly been so down bad for heesung its honestly embarrassing at this point. like, he breaths and i start kicking my feet. with the new album finally out (stream desire unleash!!), i had to write something sweet and a lil filthy to cure my own desires. if comeback!heesung has u spiraling, this is for you ₍^. .^₎⟆
ꪆৎ w. smut 18+ mdni!, soft dom!hee x fem!reader, fingering (f recieving), lap sitting, teasing, dirty talk, praise kink, use of pet names, language, kissing, reader gets shyyyy after, the basics tbfr.
REBLOG & COMMENT FOR KISSES ── .✦
it starts with you just sitting on his lap.
that’s all you meant for it to be anyways. a innocent, casual, lazy makeout on the couch while a half watched movie plays in the background. but heeseung? it was never just anything. not when it came to you.
you shift slightly, adjusting your legs across his thighs. but the second your hips press down and grind — even a little — his breath stutters.
“don’t do that,” he warned as he broke apart from the kiss, low and tight.
you tilt your head, all fake innocence and give a slight pout. “do what?”
heeseung’s hands fly to your waist, gripping like he’s grounding himself. but you feel it. the way he’s already hard under you, the way his fingers twitch against your skin like he’s holding back.
“you know exactly what you’re doing,” he mutters, leaning in to kiss your neck. “wearing these little shorts, climbing on my lap, acting all sweet like you don’t wanna get fucked right here.”
your breath catches. he feels it. smirks.
then — his hand slips between your legs. over your shorts. two fingers press against you through the fabric, slow and firm.
and he groans.
“…oh, baby.”
you squirm, hips twitching instinctively, but he grabs your thigh to keep you still.
“you’re soaking wet,” he says, voice dropping an octave. “fuckkkk. this pussy’s begging, baby. you feel that?”
the way he says it — like he’s stunned, like you’ve ruined him without even trying — it sends a full body shiver through you.
“i barely touched you,” he murmurs, dragging his fingers up and down the damp fabric, featherlight, like he’s testing just how far he can push you. “you’re already dripping, huh? just from sitting on my lap?”
you nod in a daze, lips parted, too turned on to play coy anymore.
heeseung leans in, kissing you deep, slow and messy, like he’s trying to make you forget how to breathe. when he finally pulls back, his voice is low, rough in your ear.
“take these off for me angel,” he murmurs. “i need to feel you.”
your checks go pink at the nickname as your hands twitch, ready to obey, but he catches your wrist gently.
“actually,” he breathes, gaze flicking up to meet yours, soft bambi eyes long gone and replaced by eyes of hunger and dominance “let me.”
you barely get a word out before his fingers slip into the waistband of your shorts, dragging them down with aching slowness. his eyes don’t leave yours for a second — dark, hungry, like he’s drinking up every one of your soft gasps, every inch of skin he reveals.
and when his fingers finally slip between your legs — bare, warm, and aching — he almost moans.
“fuck, baby. you’re soaking,” heesung groans out and without warning, one finger slides in. then two. “so fucking tight for me too.”
you let out a soft moan, head falling back, and he doesn’t let up — curling his fingers just right, thumb rubbing soft circles on your throbbing clit; his free hand gripping your thigh so tight you know it’ll leave marks later.
“say it,” he pants, voice hot in your ear. “tell me who gets you like this.”
“mmph- you,” you answer immediately, legs already starting to shake. “only you hee, just for you baby”
“that’s right.” his smile is wicked. “now come for me. don’t hold back baby, wanna hear all of you when you fall apart on my fingers.”
and you do, hips grinding, mouth open, crying out his name like it’s the only word you know.
your body’s still trembling when it’s over — thighs twitching, face buried in the crook of his neck, trying to hide how wrecked you are.
heeseung just holds you, arms locked around your waist, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he rocks you through the aftershocks.
“that’s it, angel,” he murmurs, voice soft and steady. “you did so good for me. so fucking pretty when you fall apart.”
you let out a quiet whine, cheeks burning, trying to hide deeper in his hoodie — and of course he notices.
his fingers stroke slowly up your spine, calming and warm.
“what, all shy now?” he says under his breath, a little amused. “thought you were just being brave.”
you don’t respond — just groan into his shoulder, and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“mm, that’s what i thought,” he hums, then leans back just enough to look at you. “don’t go climbing into my lap like that if you’re gonna melt the second it’s over.”
his voice is teasing, but his eyes are nothing but soft.
and you still breathless and flushed, curled up against him — just nod, letting him hold you like it’s the only place you belong.
