BANANA BAMBI ⟡ (Fruit Series) 1
PAIRING : idol lee heeseung x f. reader ; established bf/gf relationship
GENRE : fluff turned smut 21+ ⤷ do not interact if you’re underage!ˎˊ˗ WARNING : includes ; sub reader, dom hee, hee is h*rny asf, yearning, daddy k*nk, touching, stimulation, kissing, making out, begging, pushing, aggression, dirty talk, neck biting, spontaneous s*x, semi public s*x, size k*nk, banana size d*ck, elevator head, spitting, salivating, oral s*x (m.receiving), gagging, c*mming on face, c*mming on outfit, c*m swallowing, c*m licking, satisfied reader, satisfied hee, how did we not get caught?
SYNOPSIS : after a grueling three-week separation due to his solo comeback schedule, you arrive at the HYBE building late at night to pick up your boyfriend, Heeseung. Though you have plans for a romantic dinner, the intense chemistry and lingering tension from a dirty phone call the night before quickly takes over. Caught in a wave of mutual desire, you end up giving in to the overwhelming temptation right inside the empty HYBE elevator.
The fluorescent lights of the HYBE parking garage hummed softly as you pulled into your usual spot on the lower level. It was just past 9:00 PM, and the heavy, buzzing energy that usually consumed the building during the day had settled into a quiet, post-work lull. You switched off the ignition and checked your reflection in the rearview mirror. You’d put some serious effort into your look tonight. Your long, dark curls fell perfectly over your shoulders, framing your face with just the right amount of makeup—fresh, glowing, and effortless. You adjusted the straps of your cropped knit top, smoothing down your dark-wash, high-waisted jeans that hugged your curves in all the right places. Slipping into a pair of sleek, strappy heels, you grabbed your designer Prada shoulder bag, feeling a familiar flutter of excitement in your chest.
Stepping out of the car, you swiped your security pass at the private elevator entrance. HYBE had practically become a second home to you over the years. You’d been by Heeseung’s side through the intense highs of his ENHYPEN days, and now, you were still navigating this thrilling new chapter with him as a soloist. He was charting his own path now, officially debuting under his English name, EVAN.
The elevator doors chimed open, and you stepped inside, pulling out your phone to text him.
💬 You: Just parked! Downstairs, heading up to you now!
A minute later, your phone buzzed in your palm.
💬 Evan ❤️: Perfect timing. I'm on the 4th floor wrapping up with the producer, just grabbing my things. Come on up.
💬 You: On my way up, see you in a second 💋
As the elevator began its smooth ascent to the fourth floor, the reality of the situation finally started to sink in. You hadn't seen him in person for three agonizing weeks due to the brutal schedule of his solo preparation. Three weeks of FaceTime calls, brief texts between dance practices, and...
Your cheeks instantly flushed hot as a vivid memory from just twenty-four hours ago flooded your mind. The low, raspy gravel in his voice over the phone line. The unfiltered, breathless words he whispered into your ear when the distance became too much to bear.
"God, I miss your p*ssy so much... Daddy misses his babygirl. Just wait until I get my hands on you tomorrow..."
You bit your lip, a shiver running straight down your spine. You instinctively smoothed down your jeans, trying to cool your racing thoughts. Get it together, you told yourself, letting out a breathy laugh. You're just grabbing dinner…So you thought…
*Ding*
The elevator doors slid open on the fourth floor, breaking your trance. The hallway was largely deserted, except for a couple of late-night staff members whispering as they headed toward the exit. You walked with a confident click-clack of your heels down the corridor, eventually stopping near a lounge area with a sleek leather couch. Leaning back against the wall, you checked your reflection in the glass paneling one last time, tossing your curls over your shoulder, just patiently waiting.
A moment later, the heavy door of a recording studio down the hall clicked open.
"Yeah, let's tweak that bridge tomorrow morning. Good work tonight, bro," a deep, heartbreakingly familiar voice echoed down the hall.
You straightened up immediately. Then, Heeseung turned the corner. He looked unfairly handsome, as you examined him quickly—dressed casually in a loose black tee and baggy, grey-wash cargo jeans that buttoned up the sides. On his wrist, a watch and a matching bracelet caught the hallway light. His grown out bleached blonde hair was charmingly messy from running his hands through it all day, and a tan and blue cap was clutched in his hand. As he turned his head, you noticed a single AirPod still in his ear, framing his cute little silver hoop earrings.
He looked left, then right, his eyes scanning the corridor until they locked right onto you. In an instant, all the fatigue vanished from his face. His big doe eyes lit up with pure, unadulterated adoration, a breathtaking smile breaking across his lips.
"Baby!" He called out, his voice a low, joyful rumble that echoed in the empty hallway.
You didn't care about being proper, and you didn't care about the heels. You broke into a half-run toward him, the distance between you vanishing in seconds. He dropped his bag straight to the floor, opening his arms wide just as you launched yourself into him. He caught you effortlessly, lifting you slightly off your feet as his strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck. The familiar, intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the warmth of his skin filled your senses, finally erasing the weeks of longing in a single, breathless embrace.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark with a sudden, intense heat. Before you could even catch your breath, his hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your curls as he leaned down and claimed your lips. The kiss was deep, hungry, and full of a desperate, weeks-long yearning. It lasted for several breathless seconds, his lips smacking against yours with a possessive wet rhythm that made your knees go weak in your heels. When he finally broke away, he let out a low exhale against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.
"I’ve missed you so much," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper. He stepped back a fraction, his hands sliding down to your waist as his eyes traveled down, thoroughly examining your outfit. A slow, appreciative grin spread across his face. He gently took your hand and spun you around in a slow circle, taking in the details of your ensemble and the way that it hugged your body just right.
When you faced him again, he was biting his bottom lip, his eyes in awe. "Baby... I am so underdressed," he groaned, looking down at his own fit, then back up at you. "You look incredible. Seriously."
You giggled, stepping back into his space and letting your hands rest on his thick chest. "Thank you," you smiled softly, your fingers trailing a path to the collar of his black tee. You gently scratched the edge of his neck with your manicured nail, leaning in close to tease him. "And don't worry about it. You always look good anyways. And you know I love it when you wear this style.
The word dropped between you like a spark on dry kindling. Heeseung’s breath hitched, a sudden flush creeping up his neck and dusting his cheeks. A familiar, heat flared in his eyes, a dangerous mix of shyness and instant arousal. "I know," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave as he looked at your lips. "That’s exactly why I wore this. Because I knew I was finally seeing you today."
You smirked, leaning up to press one more soft lingering kiss to his lips. When you pulled back, he let out a ragged breath, looking completely flustered. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying and failing to cool down. "Baby, stop," he pleaded, a helpless laugh escaping him as he looked around the empty hallway. "You can’t tease me like that. I’m already craving you so badly, and we're still in the building. I'm trying to be good." He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, though his eyes were still scanning your body, which reminded him.
"Actually, before we go... I need a huge favor."
"Anything," you replied, tilting your head.
"I need to take some pictures to post on Instagram, my fans are gonna want another update from me," he explained, giving your hand a soft, persuasive squeeze. "And you know you take the best pictures of me."
"Of course I will," you smiled. "Where do you want to do them?"
"Follow me." He scooped his bag off the floor with one hand, keeping his other hand firmly locked with yours. He led you down a connecting corridor, through a heavy set of double doors that separated the main studios from a quieter wing of the building where the lighting was much sharper and brighter.
The aesthetic was perfect—minimalist, sleek, and bathed in a clean, bright glow. He stopped in the middle of the hall and unlocked his phone, handing it over to you. "Okay, baby. I’ll be quick, I only need a few good ones," he said, stepping back into the light.
"Alright, pose. I got you," you said, raising the camera.
Heeseung immediately fell into his element, yet managed to keep it completely casual. He knelt down against the wall, opting for that effortless, "off-guard" vibe. He ran a quick hand through his hair, adjusted his pants, and looked away from the lens with a perfectly practiced expression of cool indifference. But looking at him through the screen was doing dangerous things to your focus. He looked incredibly good—the sharp line of his jaw, the casual confidence of his posture, the way his broad shoulders filled out his tee. As you snapped a few candid shots, your mind traitorously drifted back to the night before. You could still hear his breathless voice over the phone, promising exactly what he was going to do to you the moment he had you alone. The memory made a sudden wave of heat pool in your stomach, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from spacing out completely.
What you didn’t realize was that Heeseung was having the exact same problem.
As he shifted poses, his eyes locked onto you holding the phone. Seeing you standing there in those heels, your curls bouncing slightly, looking completely sexy and ethereal in the bright hallway lighting... it hit him like a physical wave. The butterflies in his stomach went wild. He completely forgot about the camera, his gaze drifting over your body, utterly captivated by your aura. He was totally daydreaming, his expression softening into a blank, lovestruck stare.
You blinked, noticing through the screen that he had frozen completely. You lowered the phone slightly, pouting your lips at him.
"Baby? You okay?" You teased, waving a hand. "Hey, you’re not posing for me anymore..."
Heeseung snapped out of it instantly. Realizing he had just been caught practically drooling over you, he immediately tucked his head down, burying his face in between his arms as a deep, bright crimson rushed across his cheeks.
*Click*
You burst out laughing, quickly snapping a picture of his absolute embarrassment. "Got it! That one's going in my private collection."
"Aish, no, delete that," he groaned playfully, standing up and shaking his head. To cover up his embarrassment he threw on his snapback, pulling the brim down slightly to hide his blushing face. He chuckled, a mix of defeat and affection in his voice as he walked back over to you. "Okay... I think we got enough. If we stay here any longer, we're never gonna make it to dinner."
Heeseung stepped closer, his fingers gently brushing against yours as he took his phone back. His other knuckles grazed your cheek, his touch warm and lingering. "Thank you for the pictures, baby," he murmured, his dark eyes locked onto yours.
"It’s nothing," you replied softly, looking up at him through your lashes with a playful smile. "You know I’d do anything for you."
The second those words left your lips, Heeseung’s breath caught in his throat. You were just being sweet, but to him, it sounded like an invitation. He felt a sudden, heavy throb between his thighs, his baggy jeans suddenly feeling entirely “too tight” as a hard ache began to press against the fabric. God, what kind of power does she have over me? He thought, his heart hammering against his ribs. You weren't even trying, yet you were completely, unintentionally irresistible. Or maybe he was just losing his mind because he’d starved for your touch for three weeks.
You noticed the exact moment his gaze shifted, his pupils dilating as he looked at you. You pretended not to catch on, suppressing a knowing smirk. You wanted to rile him up just enough so that by the time you got home after dinner, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off you. But Heeseung was already losing the battle. He suddenly looked down at his own crotch, his eyes widening slightly as he felt his boner growing rapidly, pushing visibly against his pants. Shocked by how fast and hard it was hitting him, he swiftly took a sharp step back, ducking completely behind the heavy door frame of the hallway partition.
You blinked, suddenly caught off guard. "Evan? What’s wrong?"
He was always goofy and loved making you laugh, but this was just strange. You didn't realize the sheer scale of the problem he was currently dealing with. Heeseung was panicking. It wasn't just a little flutter—he was fully, noticeably hard, and the absolute last thing he needed was to walk through the HYBE building, past security or late-night staff, with a massive bulge in his pants. It really felt like you had cast some kind of spell on him. From behind the door frame, Heeseung took a deep, steadying breath, trying to force his heart rate down. "Nothing! Nothing's wrong," he choked out, his voice a little strained. He poked his head back out, his face still flushed, but he forced a tight, boyish smile. "Okay, let’s get going before it gets too late. The restaurant is still open and our private room is still reserved."
"Okay…sure," you giggled, shaking your head at his antics as you walked toward him.
He didn't wait. He immediately took the lead, his large hand gripping yours tightly as he practically hauled you toward the main elevator bank. He was walking fast, his eyes darting down the intersecting corridors, scanning the area like a man on a mission to make sure the coast was entirely clear. He looked back at you over his shoulder, a sudden, dark, mischievous glint in his eyes. He accelerated his pace even more. "Evan, wait! I have heels on," you gasped, a breathy laugh escaping you as you hurried to keep up with his long strides, the click-clack of your shoes echoing sharply.
"I know, I'm sorry, just a few more steps," he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register.
His body was completely betraying him now. The restriction of the public building, the memory of the phone call, the scent of your perfume, and the heavy ache in his jeans were converging into a wave of pure, intrusive thoughts. The perverted, desperate side of his mind was winning, obliterating his self-control. You reached the elevator bank, and he aggressively jabbed the button. Because it was late, the elevator car was already idling on the fourth floor. The heavy metal doors slid open instantly.
Before the doors could even fully settle, Heeseung gripped your waist, his large hands sinking into your skin as he carefully but firmly guided you inside, backing you straight into the elevator car. You backed up until your spine hit the mirrored back wall. Heeseung stepped in right after you, letting his bag drop heavily to the floor. Without taking his eyes off you, his hand blindly reached out and slammed the close-door button, followed by the garage level. The doors sealed shut, locking the two of you into the small, metallic space. The atmosphere instantly shifted, turning thick, heavy, and suffocatingly hot. Heeseung didn't stand beside you. Instead, he stepped directly into your personal space, pressing his tall body flush against yours, trapping you completely between the cold mirror and the intense, radiating heat of his chest.
Your hands came up to rest against his broad shoulders, the thick fabric of his shirt warm beneath your palms. You looked up at him, your heart hammering against your ribs, genuinely confused but completely breathless. "Heeseung, wait... what are you doing?" He didn't answer with words. He just leaned down, his face inches from yours, his eyes dilated so heavily they looked almost black. He was completely done waiting. The thought of driving to a restaurant, sitting through a meal, and playing the part of a polite celebrity was completely dead to him. He was starving, but not for food.
A sudden wave of heat crashed over you as he crowded you deeper into the corner of the elevator. He caged you in, one large hand slamming against the mirrored wall right next to your head, his tall frame completely blocking out the rest of the world. You weren't shy about him—you knew every inch of his body—but the sheer boldness of doing this here, in the HYBE building, made your stomach do flips.
"Baby, hold on," you whispered, your voice trembling as you looked toward the flashing floor numbers. "We can’t do this here. Are you insane? We could get caught by security, or staff, or—"
As soon as the words left your mouth, Heeseung’s intense expression shifted into a heavy, devastating pout. He dropped his head slightly, looking down at you with those wide, sorrowful Bambi eyes that he knew you could never resist. "Are you serious right now?" He murmured, his voice dropping into a low whine. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Just twenty-four hours ago, you were literally begging for me on the phone. You told me how much you wanted me. You told me you wanted me to eat you alive the second I saw you... and now you're acting like you forgot?"
"Baby, I didn’t forget what I said," you blushed furiously, your chest heaving as you tried to keep your voice down. "But we can handle it at home! Not here. This is your job." Heeseung pouted even deeper, pressing his forehead against yours, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke. "We’re always spontaneous. Why do we have to wait? Let’s just do it right now. Right here."
Your face went entirely hot. His sheer audacity was completely catching you off guard, sending a thrilling, dangerous jolt straight to your thighs. You wanted to give in. You always gave in to him, and God knew you hadn't forgotten a single filthy word whispered over the phone the night before. Sensing your resolve weakening, Heeseung took advantage. He moved his body completely flush against yours, pressing his weight forward. He let out a low, ragged groan as he intentionally rubbed his crotch right against your hip, the friction through his pants sending a visible shiver through his core. He was getting harder and more desperate by the second.
"Please, baby," he begged, his voice dropping into a needy, breathless rasp. He reached down, grabbing your wrist with a firm but gentle grip, and guided your hand down between your bodies. "Just feel what you do to me. Look at what you did."
He pressed your palm directly against the front of his pants. Your eyes went wide, your breath catching completely in your throat. You were utterly baffled. Even through the fabric, he was shockingly hard, thick, and demanding, pulsing right against your skin. The sheer size of him took your breath away, and a heavy, familiar ache immediately bloomed between your own legs. You looked up at him, your eyes glazed with a mixture of yearning and panic. "Baby... we can’t," you gasped, though your fingers involuntarily twitched against him, testing his weight. "I'm serious, the elevator might open."
"I don't care," Heeseung whispered against your lips, his grip on your wrist tightening as he pushed himself harder into your palm. A dangerous, possessive smirk tugged at the corner of his lips despite his desperation. "You know you want me, babygirl. You said you did. Don't lie to me now."
Your fingers brushed against the taut fabric of his jeans, finally latching onto the metal tab of his zipper. The moment you touched it, Heeseung let out a low, shaky exhale. He covered your hand with his own huge palm, applying a firm, heavy pressure to force your hand down, pulling the zipper down ever so slowly. The deliberate, agonizing friction of the tracks parting made your heart thrump wildly against your ribs. He leaned back just an inch, looking down at you with a gaze that was heavy, dark, and predatory. He locked eyes with you, his gaze dropping to your lips—glossy, parted, and completely flushed with need. "F*ck," you whispered, the curse slipping past your lips before you could stop it.
You couldn't fight it anymore. You let your designer bag slip completely off your shoulder, hearing it thud softly against his own bag on the floor. You were entirely done playing “good”. The moment he realized you had broken, Heeseung let out a dark growl and lunged. His mouth crashed onto yours with a desperate, wild hunger. Your tongues tangled immediately, a deep, slobbering, frantic make-out session that echoed loudly in the enclosed metal space. He tasted like mint and pure heat. Before you could even process the intensity of the kiss, Heeseung’s hands slid down to the undersides of your thighs. With one powerful heave, he lifted you completely off the ground. You instinctively wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, the heels of your shoes hooking behind his back as your arms locked securely around his neck. He slammed you back against the mirrored wall, the cold glass a sharp, shocking contrast against your overheated skin. He broke the kiss, burying his face directly into the crook of your neck. He began biting and sucking at the sensitive skin right beneath your jaw, leaving dark, possessive marks as his hips aggressively grounded up against your p*ssy through your jeans.
A loud, breathless moan tore from your throat.
Instantly, Heeseung’s palm came up, covering your mouth to muffle the sound, his thick fingers cupping your jaw. "Shh, baby," he hot-breathed against your skin, his chest heaving as he continued to suck a dark bruise into your collarbone. "Someone might hear you." The restriction only made the pleasure sharper, your muffled whimpers vibrating against his hand as his hips rolled into yours.
When he finally pulled back to breathe, his eyes were completely glazed over. He let you down gently, your feet sliding back onto the floor, your knees slightly weak. But you weren't stopping now. Grabbing the soft fabric of his tee, you forcefully pushed him back against the wall. Heeseung let out a breathy chuckle, his back hitting the mirror as he looked down at you, surprised and thoroughly turned on by your sudden dominance. Slow and deliberate, you dropped down onto your knees in front of him on the elevator floor. Your dark curls tumbled over your shoulders as you reached out and fully zipped his pants down to the base. Above you, Heeseung let out a long, ragged groan, his head tilting back against the glass. "There she is," he whispered, his voice a gravelly, trembling rasp. "Look at you... on your knees for me. I knew you wanted my c*ck between those pretty lips."
You looked up at him through your lashes, batting your eyes innocently as a wicked smile tugged at your lips. "It’s my favorite," you murmured, nodding honestly. You didn't waste another second. Your hands gripped the waistband of his pants, pulling them down just below his hips. Then, sliding your fingers into the elastic of his boxers, you hooked them and pulled them down soon after. Free from the restriction, his cock immediately sprang out, slinging heavily right in front of your face.
Your breath caught completely, your chest freezing as you stared at him. Up close, it was breathtaking. He was long, thick, and fully engorged, veins pulsing visibly along the shaft with a slight, natural downward curve. It looked incredibly intimidating and perfect under the harsh elevator lights.
"Oh my god..." you whispered, your voice completely awestruck as you leaned in closer, admiring the sheer size of him, the heat radiating from his skin hitting your face.
Heeseung chuckled, a low, vibration of sound that rattled in his chest. He hooked two fingers under your chin, gently tilting your face up so your eyes met his. "What’s wrong, babygirl?" He murmured, a confident, slightly wicked smirk playing on his lips. "Cat got your tongue?"
You swallowed hard, trying to conjure up actual words. It wasn’t like you hadn't seen him before—you knew his body intimately—but tonight, after weeks of agonizing anticipation, it felt entirely different. It looked thicker, longer, and completely monstrous in the confined space of the elevator. You always prided yourself on satisfying him completely, but looking at him right now, you realized you had walked into a situation that was going to test your limits.
Heeseung let out a sharp breath, his fingers sliding away from your chin down to his own length. He wrapped his hand around himself, giving a slow, heavy stroke that caused a bead of pre-c*m to appear at the tip, his veins pulsing visibly. The sheer visual sparked something inside you. Your initial shock vanished, replaced by a sudden surge of pride and desire. You weren't going to back down, and you certainly weren't going to let him think he intimidated you. Reaching up, you firmly gripped his wrist and pushed his hand out of the way. Heeseung raised his eyebrows, thoroughly amused and captivated by your sudden shift in attitude. Leaning in close, you opened your mouth and spat a thick pool of saliva directly onto the head of his cock. As you pulled back slightly, long, clear strings of saliva remained attached to the tip, glistening under the fluorescent lights.
"Ah... f*ck," Heeseung hissed, his head snapping back as he grabbed the metal railing behind him with both hands, his knuckles turning white. The cold, wet contrast against his burning skin made his thighs twitch. You didn't give him time to recover. Matching his boldness, you wrapped both of your hands softly around his warm, pulsing base. You leaned forward, dragging your tongue up the underside of the shaft, teasing the sensitive tip just to hear him groan. Then, opening wide, you pushed forward and took the swollen head and the first few inches of him deep into your throat.
The heat inside the elevator was suffocating, thick with the sharp scent of his cologne and the heavy, wet rhythm of your mouth moving over him. Your pink, glossy lips slicked his skin as you took him in and out, your tongue swirling intentionally around the broad, sensitive ridge of his head. He was pulsing frantically against your tongue, so thick that every wet swipe made his entire frame shudder. Heeseung let out a high, fractured whine, his head thrashing against the mirrored wall. His hands gripped the metal railing so tightly his forearm veins stood out in sharp relief.
You paused for a fraction of a second, pulling back just enough to let the wet length slip past your lips, leaving him glistening right in your hands. You looked up at him, your eyes dark and heavy. "You like when I do that, daddy?" You whispered, your voice a breathless, deliberate taunt.
"Yes... f*ck yes, baby," he gasped, his chest heaving under his tee as he stared down at you, completely undone. "Keep going. Please..."
As he spoke, a thick drop his of c*m leaked from his tip, falling to the floor. The sight of his own desperation made him impatient; his hips twitched forward instinctively, silently begging you to take him back. You didn't make him wait. Bracing your hands firmly against his thighs, you opened wide and buried him deep into your mouth again. This time, you pushed past your usual limit, sliding his long, curved length further down until your throat clamped tightly around him. You began to bob your head freehandedly in a steady, agonizingly wet manner.
Heeseung’s knees buckled instantly. The intense, slippery friction of your throat opening and closing around him was too much to bear. A choked scream tore from his throat, and his hand flew up, aggressively clamping over his own mouth to muffle the sound before it could echo outside the elevator doors. Driven by the sound of his muffled distress, you slid your hands up beneath your the hem of his shirt, your palms pressing flat against his warm, bare abs. You could feel his lower abdomen contracting and seizing violently with every thrust. Sliding your hands down to his hips, you dug your fingers into his waist, pulling his pelvis forward to anchor him steadily as you sucked him even harder.
The elevator was filled with the loud, slippery, sloppy sounds of your mouth working over him. Saliva and pre-c*m pooled quickly, coating his entire shaft and making every stroke incredibly slick and sticky. Heeseung was completely at your mercy, his hips rolling into your mouth in a desperate, uncoordinated motion as he teetered right on the edge of his climax. The curve of his length hit the very back of your throat with a powerful, unyielding pressure, triggering a sudden, deep gag reflex. Your eyes watered instantly, a tight choke escaping your throat as you tried to maintain the flow.
Up above, Heeseung let out a dark, ragged breath, his chest swelling with a dangerous mixture of pride and pure arousal. He loved this—loved that you would push yourself right to the absolute limit just to satisfy him, and he loved even more how much you thrived on doing it. Slowly, his large hand slid into your dark curls, his fingers tangling tightly at the top of your head as he began to gently but firmly guide your movements, forcing you to deep throat him harder, deeper, and faster.
He literally melted against the glass, his eyes rolled back as the suction pushed him past the point of no return. "Don't you f*cking stop," he rasped, his voice dropping into a desperate, commanding growl. "Aishh! Right there, right f*cking there!" Obeying him instantly, you kept your head bobbing, the slickness creating a creamy, echoing mess in the small space. A heavy mixture of saliva and warm pre-c*m began to overflow, dripping out the corners of your shiny lips and sliding down your chin, trailing damp lines down the column of your neck.
Heeseung looked down through hooded eyes, his breath hitching at the sight. "Yeah, baby... look at you," he panted, a dark, low chuckle vibrating in his throat. "You love being daddy’s little c*m catcher, don't you?" Your mouth was completely full, suffocating under his weight, but you managed a low, deep “mhm” in agreement. The thick vibration of your throat hummed directly against his sensitive shaft. Heeseung moaned at the sensation, his hips grinding forcefully into your face as a couple of tears finally spilled over your eyelashes and rolled down your burning cheeks. He was just too big, the natural curve of his cock pressing painfully perfect against your tonsils, but the sheer pleasure radiating from him kept you alive.
His moans were starting to sound like a melody—sweet, high, and completely breathless, full of an ungodly amount of satisfaction and raw pleasure. You let out a small, muffled whine as your mouth began to fill to the brim, the pressure building behind his hips. "Okay, baby... okay," Heeseung gasped out, his knuckles turning a bruising red as he moved his hands back onto the metal railing, using it as leverage to thrust his hips in a final, frantic jerk. "I want you to swallow it all for me, okay? Holy sh*t... I'm c*m—I'm c*mming, baby—"
You gave a slight, desperate nod, batting your wet eyelashes up at him as the tight ache in your throat reached its peak. Heeseung’s back arched off the glass, his head snapping back as his moans went pitchy, completely losing control of his voice. "F*ck! F*ck! Ahhhhh…" He screamed into the “empty” elevator, the sheer volume of his orgasm ripping through him. Luckily, the building was dead silent around you, because he definitely couldn’t hold anything back now. A thick, hot wave of semen shot straight into the back of your throat. You sucked down as hard as you could, your throat swallowing harshly, trying to catch the heavy, sweet bursts as his knees buckled completely.
Sensing you were at your absolute limit, Heeseung suddenly pulled his length out of your mouth with a wet pop. The moment he was free, his hand gripped his own base, and he let out one last, shuddering groan as the remaining thick ropes of c*m shot right at you, splattering heavily across your red cheeks, your chin, and dripping down onto the front of your top. You kept your mouth open, tilting your head up to try and catch the pearly white spurts, your breath coming in ragged, shallow pants like a dog thirsty for water. Heeseung stood frozen for a few long seconds, his chest expanding and contracting with heavy, shuddering breaths as the intense waves of his orgasm finally began to recede. The gripping tension in his thighs loosened, and he finally gathered the strength to look down at you. You were still on your knees on the elevator floor, a complete and beautiful mess, just for him. You slowly lifted a hand, your fingertips tracing the warm, thick paths of white fluid coating your cheeks and chin. Lowering your gaze, you looked down at the dark, wet splatters deeply soaking into the fabric of your new knit top, completely ruining it.
A low, deep rumble of a chuckle escaped Heeseung’s throat. He leaned his head back against the glass, looking down at you through hooded, thoroughly satisfied eyes. "Aw, baby..." he cooed, his voice a lazy, post-nut rasp. "Daddy completely ruined your outfit for dinner tonight." You let out a soft huff, a tiny pout forming on your lips. A part of you was slightly disappointed because you’d put so much time into your hair, makeup, and clothes just to look good for him after weeks apart. But looking up at his completely dazed, blissed-out expression, any real annoyance melted away. You were more than okay with the fact that you had completely leveled him.
Locking your eyes firmly with his, you used your index finger to wipe a thick streak of cum from your jawline, bringing it to your mouth and slowly, and deliberately licking it off your skin. As you finished, you placed a hand on his thigh, preparing to push yourself up from the floor. "Ah-ah," Heeseung murmured, his hand immediately coming down to rest on your shoulder, holding you in place. His dark eyes glinted with a lingering, possessive heat. "You don’t get off your knees until I say so, babygirl." You paused, your breath hitching slightly, and gave a submissive nod, completely obeying his command. The thrill of his dominance sent a shiver right back through your skin.
Heeseung looked down at you, clearly amazed and deeply turned on by how obedient you continued to be. He took his now-softening d*ck in one hand, using his index and middle fingers of the other to swipe the thick, leftover dollop of c*m right from his tip. He leaned down and pressed those two slick fingers directly against your lips, forcing them into your mouth. You opened up without hesitation, swirling your tongue around his fingers to suck them entirely clean, the sucking sound echoing softly. He let out a low grunt of pure approval, sliding his fingers out of your mouth, though he kept them resting lightly against your chin.
"Gooood girl," he whispered, a proud, breathless smile breaking across his face. "Okay... now you can stand."
Even as he gave you permission, he didn't completely let go, his thumb trailing over your lower lip. Your legs were trembling, a little wobbly from the intense position and the adrenaline pumping through your veins. As you struggled slightly to find your footing in your high heels, Heeseung’s free hand quickly caught your waist, his strong grip effortlessly guiding you back up until you were standing flush against him. His eyes never once left yours. When he finally slid his hand away from your face, you could finally breathe normally again.
You immediately pouted up at him again, bringing a fist up to gently smack his chest. "Look at my shirt, Evan," you whined softly, though a smile twitched at the corner of your lips. "I spent so long getting ready for you, and you ruined it all." Heeseung wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your hips flush against his unzipped pants, completely unbothered by the mess. He looked down at you with a soft grin, his eyes full of pure adoration. "I'm sorry, baby," he chuckled, leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to your forehead. He rubbed the small of your back soothingly. "I completely lost control...”
You reached out, your fingers wrapping around his thick wrist to pull his arm forward so you could check the time on his watch. Your eyes narrowed. It was way past your dinner reservation. You dropped his wrist, shooting his hand back down with a sharp sigh, a genuine flash of irritation crossing your face. "Great. It's way past the reservation. I made that booking days ago, Heeseung."
"Forgive me, baby. Please, please," he said quickly, his voice softening into that sweet, apologetic tone he reserved only for you. He reached down, carefully tucking his length back into his boxers, pulling his jeans up, and zipping them back into place. "I will reschedule the reservation for tomorrow night, I swear." You rolled your eyes, turning your head away from him. In reality, your anger was already fading, but you loved playing the part of the slightly slighted girlfriend just to rile him back up and keep him on his toes. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he bent down, scooped up his bag, and then carefully picked up your designer purse. He stepped close, gently draping the leather strap over your shoulder for you.
"I don’t want you upset, y/n," he pleaded softly, stepping into your line of sight. He raised his thumb, leaning in to try and gently wipe away a smudge of smeared mascara from underneath your eye.
"Stop," you muttered, swiping his hand away from your face.
You turned around entirely, facing the metal doors just as the elevator let out a soft ding and the doors slid open to the lower parking garage. You stepped out immediately, the sharp click-clack of your heels echoing loudly through the massive, concrete space. You walked quickly, eager to get to the safety of your car. Even though it was late and dark outside, the parking garage's overhead lights were bright and unyielding, and you didn't want a random security guard catching sight of the wet spots on your top. Behind you, you heard the heavy thud of his bag shifting as Heeseung broke into a jog to catch up. "Wait, y/n! Slow down," he called out, his long strides easily closing the gap.
You pulled your keys from your pocket and pressed the unlock button, the headlights of your car blinking on and cutting through the shadowy garage. Just as you reached the driver's side door, Heeseung caught up to you. Before you could grab the handle, his hands planted firmly on the frame of the car on either side of you, pinning you gently but securely against the vehicle. He leaned down, his face inches from yours, those big Bambi eyes returning to search your face. "You’re not really mad at me, are you?"
Looking up at him, it was nearly impossible to maintain the act. He stood there with his snapback slightly crooked, a breathless, hopeful expression on his handsome face. He was literally perfect. You bit your inner cheek, trying to suppress the smile that was threatening to break. "I was mad," you teased, your voice dropping its icy edge as your eyes danced with amusement. "But I guess I'm not anymore... as long as we actually get to have dinner tomorrow night, like you promised."
Heeseung’s eyes tracked the small twitch at the corner of your lips, catching on instantly. A brilliant, relieved laugh erupted from his chest, his broad shoulders shaking. "You’re so naughty," he groaned, that beautiful smile taking over his face. He leaned down and captured your lips in a deep, lingering kiss that tasted of lingering passion and absolute love. "Ugh, I love you. And I promise, tomorrow night, we will have dinner. No work, no phones, no distractions."
"You’re gonna keep your promise?" You murmured against his lips.
"I will keep my promise," he reassuringly whispered, breaking the kiss into a flurry of sweet, numerous little pecks all over your face—your lips, your nose, your cheek—making you giggle. While his mouth was distracting you, his hand blindly reached behind your back, grabbing the car door handle and pulling it open.
"And I love you too," you smiled, finally breaking away from his kisses and sliding into the driver's seat.
"Watch your head," he cautioned gently, guiding the top of the door frame as you tucked inside. He shut your door with a solid click, then swiftly jogged around the front of the car to the passenger side. He opened the door, tossing his bag into the back seat before sliding into the leather interior beside you. The car immediately filled with his warmth and the familiar, comforting scent of his presence. You turned the key in the ignition, the engine purring to life. Pulling out of the HYBE parking structure and into the quiet, brightly lit streets of the city, you drove off together, finally heading home for the night.
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