HELLOO i love your audios and i was wondering if i could request a heeseung/evan one? 👀👀 (its a late bday gift trust 😭 but i only found you account today so)
tysm! ❤️
18+ ! heeseung/evan audio (panting & whining)
he gets so whiny when your mouth won't leave his cock, especially when he's been pent up all day ♡
! warnings : sub!heeseung masturbation (m) power dynamics overstimulation edging nipple play biting choking face slapping dacryphilia praise kink degrading kink voyeurism kink use of vibrators oral (f receiving) face sitting hickeys riding spit play creampie unprotected sex (don’t do this) pet names: slut whore good boy baby pretty boy
═══════ 'pretty boy had it coming the moment he walked into the cafe'
11:58 PM. 2 minutes before closing.
On a slow Wednesday night, nobody would come to the cafe.
You adjusted your apron before leaning against the wall where the light switches were. Always quick to turn off the lobby lights on time.
You didn’t serve overtime. Didn’t make exceptions. Didn’t get paid enough to care.
Dozing off on an empty plate placed on one of the tables, thinking about how’d you have to wash it later, you were disturbed by the soft jingle of the front door.
You sighed, tilting your head with practiced annoyance already set in your posture. You narrowed your eyes, before you stilled them.
Before coming to realization, it was him.
The soft lavender hair caught your attention first. Damp at the ends due to the light rain outside. He looked rushed, slightly out of breath as he walked in.
He stepped inside. The door clicked shut behind him, much too loud in the emptiness of the café.
For a split second, he looked startled to see you looking straight at him. Then he masked his expression, putting on a soft smile. You didn’t buy it for a second, he definitely looked nervous.
Your hand reached up, feeling the outline of the switch right before you flicked the door sign’s light off. You didn’t turn off the lobby lights, not yet.
You maintained eye contact throughout, watching as his soft smile slightly dropped in realization.
Cute.
Then he spoke. A bit too soft.
“Are you closed..?” he was now playing with the string on his puffer jacket.
Your gaze landed down on his figure, then back up. He caught the look.
You smiled politely before answering, “I can make an exception” . It was discreet enough to pass as professional, just a nice employee. Right?
But the way you looked at him, stoic with a soft smile, made him believe that there might just be a small hint of something else.
He tightened the grip on the string he was holding tightly now. He nodded before walking closer to the counter. Now he saw you up close.
You were beautiful, the dimmed lights of the cafe casting a warm glow on your features.
It almost made you look unreal. He was caught up on the way your lashes cast a shadow on your cheeks, how pretty your lips were, the way they curved upwards.
You didn’t need to analyze him, you knew his features like a well memorized book.
Even how pretty he looked naked.
-
You hadn’t meant to find him.
It had been a pop-up ad on a slow night, one careless click after a long shift, a blurred thumbnail you tried to close immediately. It loaded a website, when your hazy eyes adjusted to the soft nude coloring to the actual page, you rushed to exit the whole app itself.
Almost.
But then the screen had clicked on something else, it loaded another screen.
And there he was, the camera angled on the bed. His shirt off, grey coloured sweat pants begging to be removed. He was leant in, reading the chat.
So soft-spoken.
Eyes all pretty, voice low and gentle as he listened to their requests. His obedience was written in the way he waited for instructions, the way his breath caught when he got to the lustful praises.
“Thank you…” his lips curved upwards with a small hue of pink across his cheeks.
You hadn’t spoken in the chat. Not once.
You just watched.
At first it was curiosity. Then routine. Then something quieter and heavier that settled in your chest night after night.
You weren’t the type to touch yourself to streams, to be tuning in to every schedule after a long day. But you did.
You didn’t blame yourself. It was as if your type was written to existence.
Pretty, a gentle voice, the way his eyes looked at the camera. The curve of his lips. He was taller than you, for sure.
And the best of it all. Submissive.
You’ve been around for sure. Been with many men, even women. Exploring your sexuality, what things you’re into. Your kinks.
The most memorable one was your ex, who unfortunately broke up with you because you weren’t feminine enough for him?
Feminine enough? When you confronted him about it, he said it wasn’t you physically.
Fuck, you were gorgeous, physically.
“It’s not even that— It’s the way you act!” his voice had cracked when he said it. Frustrated. Small.
You were leant back on the dining chair of your own living room. He even came over to your own apartment to break up with you? What an asshole.
“The way I act?” you’d repeated calmly.
“You’re always so—” He’d struggled for the word, hands raking through his hair. “So in control. You don’t soften. You don’t need me. I feel like I’m the one being… handled.”
You held back a laugh, he noticed it. “See! Even right now you’re not crying, like most females. You’re fucking laughing instead.”
‘Females’ Is he serious? You didn’t know you signed up to date a mysogynistic in disguise.
What, like the next thing you know he’ll probably tell you to make a sandwich or something.
“So you want someone small. Someone who lets you pretend you’re bigger than you are.” you stated casually.
His jaw clenched. Weakly.
“I don’t like dating insecure guys. Especially ones with fragile masculinity. You can go now, Glad we’re over.”
Then he walked out, defeated.
Well. Definitely not softening up for a guy.
Why are men so scared of being taken care of these days ?
Lee Heeseung wasn’t like that.
You learned his tells without ever meeting him. The way his cheeks flushed, the way his lips parted when he was uncertain, the way his voice softened when he followed directions.
You learned his face at night, in shadows and low light.
Months passed like that.
He never knew you, though.
Not yet.
-
You held back a smirk before you broke the silence, “What would you like to order?”
He nervously glanced up at the menu. Without even reading it, he listed the first thing that you’d usually order in a café.
“A latte, thanks,” He said calmly, managing to steady himself.
“Extra cream.” he glanced at the menu again, before back down at you, “If that’s alright.”
“Of course,” you said while entering his order on the tab. “You always seem to like it that way.”
The words were light. Casual.
But something in him stiffened, there’s no way she knows.
Being on the leaderboard on that website, he’d been recognized around 2 to 3 times in public. Mostly in parties, and mostly, by men.
He assumed he was just being paranoid. “I—yeah.”
Before he could muster the courage to say anything more, you turned to face the machine, its gentle whir filling the silence between you. He was trapped in the warm embrace of the café with you.
The rain continued to pour relentlessly against the windows.
He watched you without meaning to, the way you moved around smoothly. How precise your fingers were, how fast they—
Alright, Heeseung.
He adjusted his throat before looking away. The small noise caught your attention, though you didn’t turn around. Not yet. Even if the drink was almost finished.
One last touch.
You bent over slightly, grabbing the cream off the far end of the counter. He caught the movement from his peripheral vision, but didn’t glance back. Not until you turned around.
Now you walked towards him with both hands occupied, the latte in one hand, and the cream dispenser in the other.
“Tell me how much I should fill it up, hm?” You said looking straight at him, before placing down the latte and pouring the cream in slowly.
He swallowed. Cafes didn’t usually customize the drinks.
Maybe she’s just being extra thoughtful, he’s the last customer anyways.
You eyes trailed down from the plastic cup, to his legs, he was nervously tapping his feet.
“I think that’s good,” He said, a bit too rushed.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah..”
You twisted the cap of the dispenser close, a bit too clumsily. On purpose.
A little dripped down your index finger, Heeseung noticed it.
Bringing it up to your lips, you let your tongue swipe it away. Savouring the sweet flavour of it in your mouth as you look directly at him.
He watches for a second too long, then drops his gaze back down to the latte.
You then glance back at the cup, “Right, the lid. One second.”
Handing it back to him with a slight teasing glint in your eyes, you watch as he mutters a thank you before debating on walking right out.
He does anyway.
The rain seemed to have slowed, likely stopping in a few moments. You watched as he slowly walked towards the lobby door.
You leaned a hand on the counter, watching the way his throat bobbed the moment he realized you were still looking at him. He stopped at the door, hand hovering over the handle, knuckles pale from how tightly he held the drink.
He was still tapping his feet.
Does he have social anxiety? I didn’t even do anything…yet.
When the rain seemed to have calmed, in under a minute, he finally walked out.
He stepped out into the cool air, the soft drizzle speckling his jacket. The door swung shut behind him with a muted thud.
He let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. Then glanced down.
On the cup read: Heeseung :)
His stomach dropped, he hadn’t said his name. Not once.
So she knew.
-
The dim light flickered on, the one with a soft purple hew he liked using for his streams. He slightly adjusted his hair on the monitor, taking a deep breath.
He never went live this late, especially past midnight. But the caffeine he had earlier was giving him an extra energy boost, and he’d hate to disappoint his viewers by missing today’s.
Usually he’d watch, or even read suggestive content, to turn himself on. Tonight, he didn’t have to, not at all. The earlier encounter at the cafe left with his heart slightly fluttering, and his dick…excited for sure.
He was still conflicted on whether you knew about his internet persona, or maybe you were an old classmate who he couldn’t seem to recognize.
Though really, who’d forget a face like yours.
He was running on excuses, maybe she is a viewer after all. Your confidence was still lingering on the back of his mind as he finally turned the live option on.
Everyone's awake huh? It rose to his usual viewer count, maybe doing lives this late wasn’t too bad after all.
Comments flooded in.
He smiled automatically, eyes skimming usernames he recognized, shoulders loosening as the familiar rhythm settled in. Hearts, explicit greetings, people surprised he was live this late.
“Hey,” he said softly, voice a little lower than usual. “Couldn’t sleep, I kept thinking about you.”
His niche was speaking to the camera directly as if he’s talking to the viewer themselves. Made them feel more turned on, more into it.
Fanservice was a skill, and Heeseung had mastered it.
“I was out earlier, maybe the caffeine is keeping me up.” he paused to read some of the chat.
[angelskbby]: awe dont be up this late
[loveforhee]: you’re already hard?
He blushed softly, looking away and back with a little smile. Then he leant back and spread his legs even further. The clear outline of his dick bulging through his sweatpants was evident on display for everybody to see..
“I’ve been so needy lately,” He rubbed himself through his sweats, then glanced down at the replies again.
A username he hadn’t seen before.
[23caff]: how was the latte?
Heeseung’s smile stalled.
Not dropped, just… paused. Like his face hadn’t gotten the memo yet.
He reread it once. Then slower, trying to remember if he had ever mentioned the specific drink.
Latte.
He didn’t.
His fingers tightened slightly in his lap.
“Oh,” he let out a small breathy laugh, “It was…really good.”
Chat reacted normally. Someone teased him for being shy. Someone else asked him to strip.
He ignored the suggestive comments for once, he never did that.
Never broke submission.
[23caff]: you looked pretty tonight
Not look, but looked.
He didn’t know who you were.
But somewhere between the glow of the purple light and the steady rise and fall of his breath, he realized something unsettling.
He didn’t need to.
The girl at the cafe.
The chat was confused, confused why he wasn’t getting into the main part of the stream. Instead he was talking to a specific viewer, who was saying random things.
He didn’t care, it was as if for a moment. It was just him and you.
[23caff]: you styled your hair, it looks nicer
Something about the way you typed, you never gave too much away. But he knew exactly what you were referring to.
After having to rush through the rainy streets, he entered and left the cafe with damp hair. Now here he appears with it freshly blown out. Wispy bangs framing his face just right.
The white button up cardigan he had changed into, exposing his dainty collarbones.
Your compliments were so normal, so pure. He felt like a pervert by getting turned on by just a few words.
He rubbed himself softly, discreetly, trying to get rid of the ache. Even if he’d be jerking himself off later anyway.
It was as if his eyes only focused on your user, and yours only.
[23caff]: the cardigan looks soft, it’d look better undone.
His breath hitched, for a moment he returned back to talking to the viewers.
“I should probably take all my clothes off right.. You’d want that won't you?” His tone went unnoticed by the viewers, his niche masking the fact that he was talking to you.
And you only.
He slowly removed the buttons one by one, until the smooth plane of his chest came to sight. He ran his hands on his bare chest, caressing his hardened peaks slowly.
He twisted his nipples, rubbing softly with desire. He moaned softly as his stomach knotted into intense pleasure.
“Wish you were here..”
[23caff]: do you?
“Yeah..”
[23caff]: so needy
“F-fuck..”
He slowly lifted his hips enough to slide his sweats off, hard length springing out immediately.
The cool air of his room made him shiver, but it was nothing compared to the heat crawling up his neck at the thought of you watching. The other viewers were a forgotten audience, this was a private show where you were the only one on his mind.
He wrapped a hand around his cock, whimpering at the contact. He was so sensitive.
He gave it a tentative squeeze, pre-cum beading at the slit which he smeared using his thumb.
[23caff]: never said you could touch yourself
His hand froze. He’d been so eager, so desperate to feel something. Even he was confused at his own submission.
“I’m sorry..”
[lustssfire]: ?
[angelskbby]: whys he apologizing lmao
He almost rolled his eyes at the other replies.
[23caff]: so hard when all you’ve done is listen to me. you like knowing i’m watching?
He let out a choked moan, his head falling back against the chair.
The memory of your gaze, the way you’d licked the cream off your finger, flashed through his mind. It was so much more intense now, knowing you were seeing him like this.
“Let..let me”
[23caff]: let you what? use your words
“I’m so hard it hurts.”
He’d never sounded this needy. Ever. So when the viewers saw him begging all submissive like this, they went crazy with the donations.
The pace of the chat made him unable to actually read any replies. In the haze of his own state, he just stared at himself.
Your username wasn’t anywhere to be seen.
He watched himself laid back on his setup. Legs spread, face flushed, hand stilling on his leaking cock. He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to cum.
It was a pathetic scene, impatient strokes as he tried to chase his orgasm. It seemed easier this time, he didn’t even need material to get off to.
Knowing you were watching.
Throwing his head back, his body was tense. His orgasm was building, on the edge of release. Heeseung’s hand moved faster, desperately.
[23caff]: drag it out
And he did. Tears pricked the corner of his eyes as he was forced to comply. Though he was doing this on his own will, obeying you.
His hand now moved slower, thumb brushing over his slit to hold himself back. Breathing heaving as he bit down on his plush bottom lip.
“Mmh..”
[23caff]: you’re doing so good
Heeseung fell apart immediately and cried out in a gasp as he reached orgasm, his soft abs coated in his cum.
As the last tremors of his release subsided, Heeseung's body slumped back against the pillows, his chest heaving with ragged breaths that echoed through the stream.
His lavender hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and the dim glow of his room lights caught the glistening trails of his cum across stomach.
“I made a mess..” He whispered brokenly.
The ruin in his voice made the chat go insane.
[heespecial: man i just came so hard
[lustsssdevil]: that was so hot
[lv4femboys]: can you keep whimpering i’m close
“You like it when I whimper?” He said shyly, a hint of playfulness. He messily thrusted a finger in his mouth, tasting his release.
+200 xx
+700 xx
+1200 xx
Money in the form of ‘xx’ currency collected as he was nearing the stream. He usually ended the stream with a small goodbye.
He leaned forward, fingers hovering over his mouse.
Then her message appeared.
[23caff]: I'll make an exception past midnight next time.
His breath stuttered.
He ended the stream without saying goodbye.
-
He was silent for minutes after the stream ended, staring up at the ceiling.
The purple light still glowed faintly. His computer screen had now gone dark, reflecting his own flushed face back at him, dazed eyes motioning that he was sleepy.
I'll make an exception past midnight next time.
The words replayed in his head, not as text but as a voice.
Yours.
He felt like he was going insane, was it really just a coincidence? Maybe she meant past midnight because he streamed late tonight. Just a kind viewer?
It wouldn’t be because he came past closing. Definitely not.
He swallowed, finally reaching for a towel. His hands felt clumsy now, stripped of the permission he’d been floating on minutes ago.
He stood up pacing around his room in realization.
That wasn’t how viewers talked.
Not really.
Not unless they meant something else.
His chest tightened.
I mean, why would it even matter if it was really her? He couldn’t understand himself for caring too much. He’d gotten recognized before, but this time it was as if getting recognized was the scariest thing in the world.
Was it because he was attracted to you? Maybe because you were the most beautiful he had laid eyes on. Maybe because his heart flustered the moment he walked in.
But the latte comment in the chat couldn't be a coincidence.
Neither had the way you’d looked at him at the cafe, like you already understood something he was still pretending not to.
Going back would be stupid.
It was across town, he’d only been there after running an errand and caught walking into a random cafe to avoid getting soaked by the rain.
If he went back and you were just a barista, he’d live on.
Whatever I guess.
Rolling his eyes at the way you said ‘Next time.’
Like it was already decided? As if.
-
Now he stood across the street, judging himself for driving halfway across town at midnight the next day to take the chance.
“This is so..” He sighed at himself.
What did he even want from this?
He blinked as the open sign of your cafe dimmed.
See… maybe it was kind of decided? He wanted to take the chance.
Ding.
11:58 pm
2 minutes before closing.
It was a quiet Thursday night, until he walked in.
The silence remained, but it turned into something much louder. And unspoken.
You didn’t look up immediately. You were faced away, restocking something for the next day. Though something in you knew who exactly it was, you didn’t turn around just yet.
You could recognize his soft guarded steps. Now he was right in front of the counter.
Didn’t say a word. He just stood there and glanced at you.
When you finally turned around, you didn’t say anything. Your expression didn’t change much.
But his chest still constricted.
Lavender hair again. This time it was dry and carefully styled. He wore the same cardigan he wore on last night’s live. He chose it on purpose. It wasn’t meant to spark recognition, hell he knew you’d recognize him anyway.
He wanted the choice to speak words he wouldn’t, not yet. Only because he wasn’t sure.
You looked past him, towards the door. “Two minutes,” you said softly.
“Yeah. I— I know.”
She said she was going to make an exception though ?
Did he really have it all wrong?
You stepped forward, your fingers hovering over the register. “Latte, extra cream?”
He bit his inner cheek, “…Yeah.”
“You can stay. It's raining hard.” You said while ringing the same order in.
I'm also hard…
He mentally cursed at himself for his thoughts, but thanked himself for not accidentally saying it out loud.
He watched the way you moved like you weren’t noticing that any of this is weird. Like last night never happened. Like you hadn’t gone to witness him unwind to purple lighting.
Your face showed no expression.
Is she even human..
When you slid the cup towards him, your fingers touched his.
He sucked in a breath before he could catch himself.
You noticed too. Of course you did. But you didn’t say anything.
“You look tired,” you said.
He swallowed. “ Didn’t sleep much.”
“Mm.” You leaned your hip against the counter. “Late night?”
His ears were burning.
“Something like that.”
You turned your head just slightly. Studied him. Like you were making a decision.
Finally, you spoke. Softly, “You don’t usually come back to places you regret.”
“Regret?” He repeated softly. It wasn’t in a questioned tone, more of a restatement. Like he wanted you to speak further.
You simply stared at him, not giving him the upper hand. You weren’t going to explain yourself.
“I don’t regret it,” he finally said, lifting his eyes to yours this time. “I just… don’t usually go back unless I’m sure.”
You toyed with him, making him really doubt himself.
“Sure of what?” You asked with a smile.
He was close to just quitting. Are you rage baiting him or something?
“So if it’s not you,” he said quietly, “you wouldn’t mind me asking, right?”
You shrug. “Asking what?”
He almost let out a groan, but held back.
Breaking the silence after a few seconds, he asked, “If you were watching me. Last night.”
“Yeah? You came to the cafe, of course I watched.”
“That’s not what I mea–” He tried to begin before you cut him off.
“What’re you even on about?” You giggle softly, now leaning over the counter.
His heart fluttered. He couldn’t take it, “Please..” He whispered softly, looking down at his coffee.
You finally smirked softly, “The stream, Heeseung?”
His breath stuttered.
He didn’t look up right away. Couldn’t at all. His grip tightened around the cup like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
You slightly lean over the counter and lift his chin up with your index, he complies.
His eyebrows raised up at the front, giving him a vulnerable look. The higher floor behind the counter made you taller. It made him look slightly up at you, you absolutely loved it.
You glance at his parted lips and back up, “Your face is flushed.”
He let out a shaky breath, this was humiliating. The worst position he’s been in, and he hates himself for liking it.
For liking the way he feels so exposed in front of you. You’ve seen it all, he’s seen nothing.
“...How long?”
“How long what?” You retract your hand when he finally looks straight at you.
“How long have you been watching?”
You didn’t answer him just yet, admiring the way his eyebrows contort into an expression that makes him look needy.
Like a neglected hamster.
“You’re pretty.”
That caught him off guard, but he still managed to compose himself. Surprisingly.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“A few months”
He swallowed. Not knowing what to say after this. It’s not like he could just ask you for your feedback. It wasn’t like his streams were normal streams. They were porn.
The rain showered harder. The cafe grew quieter. What didn’t change was your expression.
Fuck you and your pretty eyes, he thought. He couldn’t seem to look away, not when caught under your gaze.
“Your latte’s getting cold,” You glanced down.
Then he realised the position, he’d been standing in front of the counter for god knows how long.
-
You roll your eyes as you watch him sit at the farthest seat from the counter, facing away from you.
Sitting on his latte looking out at the thundering rain. Looking oh so peaceful.
Is he serious?
I mean, he didn’t owe you anything anyway. So what if you watched him, the world kept spinning. But his reaction didn’t satisfy you enough. You usually got what you wanted, and in his moment…
You wanted him.
And now he looks at you with slightly widened eyes as you take a seat across from him.
You simply lean forward on your elbows, face supported with the palm of your hand.
“Is it good?”
“Yeah..” he says quietly.
The only reason why he was still here was because he ached for the same thing.
You.
How pretty you looked in that tight apron, the way it hugged your figure so nicely.
The way his fucking boner also throbbed against his jeans, not so nicely.
He wasn’t even trying to avoid you taking a seat this far, he just couldn’t be caught with a damn boner in the middle of the cafe.
A place like this? Is he a pervert?
Pretty ironic given the situation either way.
As he brought his hand up again to sip on his now lukewarm latte, his cardigan slightly strayed from his collarbone.
Now it revealed the daintyness of his right collarbone, material holding on by dear life just to stay on his shoulder.
You reached forward, not to touch him—but to hook a finger under the strap of his cardigan, testing.
Waiting.
He didn’t move away.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” he confessed, voice low, raw in the dim light.
You tilted your head, studying him like this. No camera. No chat. Just his pretty face in the dimmed lights.
“I want you,” you said simply. “Right now, I want you to stop thinking.”
His eyes fluttered shut for half a second. When they opened again, they were darker. Unsure. Willing.
“Here?” he asked.
“My room. Upstairs.”
Just convenient.
-
Heeseung lets out a soft groan as his back hits the shut door. He had never been handled by a girl like this, but god was he loving it.
He looks down at you with an aching need, your hands already snaking underneath his shirt.
“If you don’t want it, we don’t have to,” You whisper softly as you still your hand around his waist.
“I do…” He bites his lip shyly.
You reach up, lips now on his neck. Sucking a red hickey. You decided you’d tease him till he starts begging for it, not kissing his parted lips just yet.
He whimpers softly, almost like a question. It spoke words he knew he didn’t have to say out loud: Please kiss me?
You take in the sight of him, he looks so beautiful. Lavender hair fanning out messily. His lips red from biting and cheeks flushed from the intimacy. You couldn’t resist the temptation to lean up and finally kiss him, savouring the taste of the latte on his tongue.
His lips were softer than they looked, yielding under yours with a desperate sigh that you swallowed whole. He tasted of coffee and a sweetness that was entirely his own, and you drank it in, one hand tangling in his hair while the other gripped his waist, pulling him flush against you.
The position would usually be the opposite wouldn’t it? But there's something exhilarating about dominating a man that could have his way with you but chooses not to.
It’s so your type.
He was hard, you felt it when you pressed your body flush against him. A movement that made him whimper into your mouth, a sound so broken and needy it sent a jolt straight through you.
“So needy,” You look up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes. "All this time, putting on a show for everyone, but about when you’re all alone? You’re so shy you can’t even use your words."
"Please," he finally murmered out, hands coming up to grip your shoulders, not to push you away, but to hold on.
"Please what, Heeseung?" You nipped at his collarbone, right where the cardigan had slipped off his shoulder. You used your hand to slowly take each button off, savoring the time. "Use your words. You were so good at it last night on stream.”
"I’m so hard, because of you." He finally says, if you could see properly in the dim lights, you'd be able to see his ears turning a pretty shade of pink.
“Mhm? I knew the whole time. It was obvious Hee, the way you crossed your legs when you sat,” When his cardigan finally fell off, you didn’t waste a second palming one of his pretty nipples.
Rolling it between your thumb and forefinger, and his whole body jerked.
"Ah!" he cried out, his back arching off the door. "Fuck, that feels—"
"Good?" you finished his sentence, your other hand drifting down to the button of his jeans. "I know, baby."
You popped the button open and slowly slid the zipper down, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. You palmed him through his underwear, feeling the damp spot where he’d already leaked pre-cum.
He was so responsive, so beautifully sensitive.
“Tell me what you want,” You were now teasing his tip through his underwear.
Heeseung grinded his hips against your hand, seeking more of the touch. He was rock hard now, “You..” He breathed.
“But I’m here already? More direct baby.”
He was trying not to whine out in response, he hated the teasing. Though it turned him on at the same time.
You smirk, pulling your hands away from him. Now you were inches further away, while he was leaning his back on the door.
Heeseung looked down, confused at the loss of contact. He watched as you turned around and leant for a remote. The dull room that was illuminated by moonlight was now replaced with soft purple lighting.
He paused. Recognizing the same hue as the one he uses during his streams. Something in him felt more confident, familiar. Is this why you turned it on? Some kind of mind psychology.
He mindlessly followed behind you, hands snaking around your waist.
Heeseung then pressed his hardness against your ass, head resting on the crook of your shoulder, pressing soft kisses on your neck.
You didn’t flinch, didn’t move at all actually. “This colour gets you in the mood? Muscle memory huh?”
Heeseung slowly retracted his hands as you turned around to face him. He was excited.
Not getting a moment to speak as you took his hand and pushed him on his back on your queen sized bed, he grunted in response.
“Sit up straight. Boxers off. Face me,” You said as you slid your uniform shirt off, sitting on the edge of the bed.
You held back a groan at how fast he sat up seeing you, practically ripping off his boxers as he tossed them to the other side of his room. He was completely bare, leaning back against the headboard.
Free reign, you could do anything you wanted with him.
"So pretty like this, maybe I should tie you up and take a few pictures." You couldn’t hold back the smile that took over your face when he whimpered at you, shaking his head.
He's here because he wants to be, he wants you to have control over him. You crawl and sit between his legs, using your nails to tease the inside of his thighs, chuckling softly when he throws his head back and whines.
"Touch me [name]...I'll be so good" the tone of his voice as he says your name sends a shiver down your spine, you try not to press your thighs together.
"But I am touching you." The teasing never stops.
"P-please, I’ve been thinking about it ever since my stream."
You take in a sharp breath, hearing him beg is turning you on more than you thought it would.
“I know. Putting on a show just for me last night hm?’ You let your hands wander his chest again. He was reactive, and you took advantage of that.
“For you [name]. Only for you.”
Those words cut through any ounce of resistance you had.
He’s going to be left a mess, pretty boy had it coming the moment he walked into the cafe.
Your mouth was everywhere—sucking hickeys onto his collarbones, biting at his pretty ears, swallowing his moans with searing kisses.
“You’re sensitive here, aren’t you?,” You stated, as your mouth reached down to capture Heeseung’s nipple.
Sucking and biting, using your hand to massage the other one sensually, you knew where the other was responsive. Thanks to all those streams.
“Please.. Ah- Fuck,” Heeseung’s squirmed under the touch, his back arching as his eyes rolled back. Blood rushed to his dick again as you teased his nipples with your tongue, flicking and biting down passionately.
His nipples were now tender, every graze of your tongue sending electric shocks straight to his crotch.
You looked down at him with no intention of being gentle, wanting to overstimulate him to the brim. He’s probably a pretty crier, he’d be prettier all marked up.
You looked down at him with no intention of being gentle, wanting to overstimulate him to the brim. He was such a pretty crier, he’d be prettier all marked up.
A choked sob escaped his throat as you gave his other nipple the same treatment. A soft suck followed by a sharp bite. Then you healed the pain with your tongue, hearing as he releases the breath he was holding just to realise you’d be hurting him again.
His mind was a blank slate of static.
“So slutty, you’re moaning at the pain.”
“M’not..”
The weight of your body on his was making him feel so many things.
He’d been in this position. Yeah, many times.
But had never been handled by a pretty girl like this. He was becoming a mess and somehow, he fucking loved it. Craved every single touch that you just seemed to know exactly where to land. He knew it was from you watching his streams, and he enjoyed that fact.
You’ve seen him all exposed, touching himself, reacting honestly, touching himself where he knows he feels good.
But it was also a curse at the same time. He had very sensitive nipples, and your actions spoke louder than anything you said. You knew, of course you did.
Of course you loved the way he broke underneath you with the prettiest moans, soft gasps as your clothed knee grinds against his bare dick.
And he tells you he likes it, by chasing your touch, chest arching, dick grinding against your knee.
God, she’s even better than I imagined.
The thought was a repeating whisper in the back of his mind. Too good. Maybe too good.
“[Name]..” He gasps out.
He was always in control, at least of his own reactions. He performed submission. But this was real. He wasn't performing, he was crumbling.
You pulled back, admiring your work. His chest was decorated with a hue of red and purple, his nipples tender and glistening.
Heeseung looked back up at you with half lidded eyes, hands grasping out to grope your tits through your bra.
"Look at you," you smirked, your voice a low hum that vibrated through his chest.
"Already ruined and I barely even touched you." You finally sit back to slide your trousers off.
Black lacy panties. They matched the mesh bra you had on. You were prepared.
You reached over to your nightstand, the drawer sliding open silently. His eyes, dazed and half-lidded, followed your movements with a primal sense of dread. When you pulled out a sleek, silver vibrator, his breath hitched.
Heeseung's heart hammered against his ribs.
He used toys, of course. It was part of the job. But they were tools, props for an audience. He had never used it with another person, better yet, had a girl use it on him.
This felt different. This felt like a weapon.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked, knowing already. It wasn’t for you, it was for him.
You smiled, it made his stomach clench.
"Ruin you." You clicked it on, and a low, steady buzz filled the room. The sound was a promise of the torment to come. You didn't touch him where it mattered right away.
Instead you let the cool metal ghost over his inner thigh, watching him twitch and whimper at the proximity.
The humiliation was a bitter pill, but one he found himself swallowing with a strange hunger.
It took everything in him not to just to flip the position and fuck that smirk off your face, but he just couldn’t. It felt too good.
"You're such a slut for this, aren't you, Heeseung? Getting paid to let people watch you cum. But what about this? When you have no control over your fucking orgasm."
The words were a slap, sharp and degrading, and he cried out, it was a desperate sound.
He whispered out your name. It instantly made you wet. How could it not? Pretty boy in a mess underneath you letting you have your way with him.
Fuck, you were in heaven.
"Please what?" you pressed the flat head of the vibrator against the base of his dick. He jolted, his hips bucking off the bed as a strangled moan tore from his throat. "Please stop? Or please don't stop?" You moved it up, tracing the long curve of his dick.
You knew he was big already, but seeing it in person made you wonder if you could fit him all in. He was definitely the biggest you’ve had. Literally perfection.
"Don't stop," tears welled to his eyes, his hands fisting the sheets so tightly his knuckles turned white.
"Please, don't stop." He was gone. All that remained was the need.
Your breathing stilled for a second, a sadistic glint in your eyes as you see him turn his head away due to humiliation from crying. Oh he was finally breaking, and you were going to enjoy it.
Every. Single. Moment.
"Eyes on me." You slapped his tilt head, making him face you again. His soft gasp followed by widened eyes.
Was he seriously surprised?
“I’m not nice, Hee,” You stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You—”
Shutting him up again by pressing the vibrator directly against the base of his cock. He screamed, his whole body bowing off the bed as the intense vibrations shot through him.
His cock, already leaking and flushed red, twitched violently against his stomach. You watched him, mesmerized by the way he lost all composure.
The camboy persona was gone, replaced by the needy boy who was completely at your mercy.
Your own arousal was a hot, heavy pulse between your legs, a demanding ache that needed to be satisfied as you grinded your wetness on his thigh.
Grabbing his face almost violently, you stared down right at his eyes that became even more teary-eyed.
“Say ah~” Your thumb and index finger pressed together tightly, almost rushing him into opening his mouth.
Spit.
He swallowed immediately, almost as if on reflex, “F-fuck you.”
“You wanted something in that pretty mouth so bad hm?” You didn’t let him speak before lazily thrusting two fingers down his throat.
“You’ll take it down well, remember when your slutty throat took that dildo right down like it was nothing?”
‘Mmph–!”
You pulled your fingers out, wiping it on his hickey covered chest.
“You want something even better baby?”
Almost like he knew exactly what you were referring to, he nodded softly. “Let me taste you, please.”
“Awe, so desperate.” You said as you unhooked your bra, panties following.
He stared at your pretty cunt and perky tits like he was seeing a diamond up close. Hands automatically grabbing each side of your hip as you move them forward, hovering over his face.
You lowered yourself onto his waiting mouth.
The first touch of his tongue was hesitant, a soft, exploratory flick against your clit. It sent a jolt through you, and you tightened your grip on his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't be shy, Heeseung. Look at how wet you made me."
That was all the encouragement he needed. His tongue became more confident, lapping at your folds with a desperate hunger. He was moaning into you, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure up your spine.
His messy mouth working against you was so focused. He was worshipping you with his mouth, trying to communicate everything he couldn't say.
"So good," you gasped, grinding your hips against his face.
The praises made him do better than what he initially was.
"M-mhm. Such a good boy with your mouth. You look so pretty like this, covered in me."
“You’re so good with your tongue.”
And the best of it all
“Good boy.”
Then he went crazier than ever. His soft moan vibrated around your pussy as his tongue was stuck deep inside you.
You began to ride his face in earnest, using his nose and chin to rub against your clit as his tongue fucked into you.
He was completely at your mercy, his world narrowed to the taste and feel of you, the sound of your voice praising and degrading him in equal measure.
"Getting off on this. On being used. This is what you wanted, wasn't it?” you felt your release close.
But you weren’t going to come just yet. You liked edging yourself as well, a girls gotta do what she likes.
He whimpered at the loss of contact, now you sat on his chest.
"Look at me," you commanded. He forced his eyes open, his gaze hazy and unfocused. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're not going to cum until I say so. Understand?"
He nodded frantically, his lip caught between his teeth. "Yes... yes, I understand." The thought of holding back was terrifying, but disobeying you was worse. It hadn’t been long, and he was already under your control.
"Cute." You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, both of you crying out at the sensation. He filled you perfectly, stretching you in a way that made your own head spin. You paused for a moment, giving yourself a second to adjust. He felt bigger at the stretch, bigger than what he looked like.
You rolled your hips, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm that had him gasping for air. Every time you lifted up, you'd grind your clit against his pubic bone. You took him balls deep in, and it took everything in him not to become a moaning mess.
He could feel the orgasm rebuilding, a feeling that he fought it with everything he had.
“No, hold it back.”
His hands flew to your hips, his grip desperate as he tried to anchor himself. "I can't... I can't hold it," he sobbed, his voice breaking. "Let me cum. Please, baby, I'm so close." The pet name slipped out, a testament to his utter surrender.
Something fluttered inside you with the way he said baby. So desperate. Screaming permission.
You bounced on his cock, hard and fast, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. You brought your free hand down, squeezing his throat.
Heeseung’s eyes rolled back as he reached his hand to hold your hand shortening his breath.
The sharp sting in his eyes made him cry out, the pain mixing with the pleasure and sending him spiraling. "Then come."
The humiliation was the final push. With a broken scream, his body seized, his back arching as he came, hard and long, spilling inside you. The pulsing of his cock against your walls sent you over the edge with him, your own orgasm crashing through you as you clenched around him. Your hands around his throat sliding off as you rebalanced yourself
Heeseung looked up with concern in his eyes, you knew why.
“On the pill.”
In relief, his hands moved to caress your waist, “You’re so pretty,” He said with a soft voice.
Hm, he thinks I’m done?
But you didn't stop. You lifted off and clicked the vibrator beside him back to life. Keeping the vibrator pressed against his now oversensitive dick. He thrashed beneath you, his pleas turning into raw sobs.
"Too much! It's too much! Please, stop! I can't!" He was babbling now, mind too hazy to even comprehend thoughts.
“I..Fuckk– There.. Can’t!”
“Dumb slut, can’t even form a simple phrase.” You said mockingly.
He hated but loved how cruel you were, even though it was torturous at this moment.
"You can," you said, your voice firm. "And you will."
His tears dripped down like honey. His face looked like sex.
Sex.
Flushed. Eyes hazy, decorated with tears. Lips wet from licking them, or maybe even the wetness of your pussy. Hair messy.
And his voice, raspy. It’d be so sore tomorrow, he wouldn’t be able to stream. To be able to strip, to be able to answer any questions regarding his marked up chest or the glow on his face after the best fuck he’d pronably gotten in his life.
He was completely broken, and he'd never looked more beautiful. And he was everything.
Finally, with a shuddering gasp, he came again. You tossed the vibrator away and swallowed his moan with a deep kiss, body collapsing onto his. The room was silent except for the sound of the rain and both of yours’ ragged breathing.
“[Name]...”
For a long moment, you just lay there, feeling his heart hammering against your chest. Peppering his cheek with soft kisses, a non verbal sorry for the treatment.
“Took it so well, baby.” You press a final soft kiss to his cheek before moving up to lay beside him.
Heeseung grunted as he turned to face you, tucking a hair strand behind your ear. You smiled softly at the touch
Your hair was also a mess, but he was looking at you with such raw, unguarded adoration that it made your chest ache.
So he’s clingy after sex, cute.
The dominant persona melted away, replaced by a wave of fierce tenderness. This was the part you craved, the aftermath. The quiet intimacy that was more potent than any orgasm.
You shifted, lying down beside him and pulling him into your arms. He came willingly, burying his face in your neck and clinging to you like he was afraid you'd disappear. He was still shaking, his body wracked with occasional tremors.
"Shh," you murmured, stroking his hair gently. "I've got you." Your voice was soft, a stark contrast to the harsh words from moments before.
“Did you know?” he asked quietly.
You didn’t answer right away. You studied his face.
“I knew you’d come back,” you finally said.
His chest tightened. “How did you k—”
You cut him off,
“Because you already did.”
═══ aaaaand with that drops my debut fic ~
took crazy inspo from this edit , camboy!hee is soooooo
═ i had so much fun writing sub!heeseung , there's been a drought for him on this app . also not proofread , excuse any spellings !
═ i'd definitely love to hear your thoughts and don't forget , requests are always open.
summary - your bf has never done anything, ever. that all changes when his sweet tooth ends up making feel he has to ride or die.
content - inexperienced bf!heeseung x soft!dom reader, first time (solo), accidental aphrodisiac .. jake is at the scene of the crime yet again, sex pollen? masturbation, pillow humping, begging, he finds out he’s a sub with a mama kink, heeseung is LOUDD, suggested hyperspermia
wc - idk but its like a 3 min read maybe
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inexperienced bf! heeseung who believe it or not, has never masturbated before. he thought he would by the time puberty came around or at the very least after, considering it carried a high expectation, but he never felt the need to. he would hear his friends talk about it and experienced that same shocked expression time and time again whenever he’d share his truth.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who assumed he was just a late, late bloomer. as a teen, he thought that something was “wrong” with him for not sharing the same interests and habits as his peers. though with age, he grew to accept that it’ll happen when it happens.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who finally got his first hard on while he gave you his first kiss. the blush on his face was evident and if that somehow didn’t give it away, him rushing to pull his hoodie over his pants while stuttering definitely did. when you noticed, you had only smiled and coo’d at him which only made his situation worse. still, he didn’t act on it.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who is more than ready to have sex with you. despite everything, he knows that it’s you he wants to give himself to. he wants nothing more than sharing such an intimate and passionate experience with you and you alone. he knows that you’ve had sex before, so he feels a bit self conscious about his lack of experience, worrying that he won’t be able to make you feel what you deserve. you comfort him any time that he needs, tenderly expressing that none of that matters to you and it will be perfect regardless because it will be with him.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who has a bit of a sweet tooth. he finds himself in the kitchen searching for something that will satisfy him and his craving. he opens the pantry to search when something in particular catches his eye .. jake’s chocolate stash. it reads ‘do not eat!!’ and heeseung let’s out of huff mixed in with a light chuckle at what he thought was just theatrics. jake is out for the night, off doing something that he can’t be bothered to remember right now. still, he looks around before opening the bag.
inexperienced bf!heeseung who thinks to himself that he won’t notice if two are missing before unwrapping the candies.
…
desperate bf!heeseung who is now panting heavily in his room as he frantically takes his clothes off. everything is hot, too hot. his skin is damp with sweat as heat fills his body like a wildfire, but nothing compares to what he feels beneath himself. he drops to the bed before he can properly take off his boxers, whatever’s happening to him clearly clouding his mind. he knows what he needs right now and there’s absolutely no denying it.
desperate bf!heeseung who pulls his boxers down so fast that his dick springs against his abdomen. he let’s out a sharp cry from contact, covering his mouth with wide eyes. he’s never felt anything like that before and sure as hell never made a sound like that either. he wants to hesitate, to rethink what he’s about to do, but he just can’t.
desperate bf! heeseung who, without skipping another beat, spits into his palm and strokes himself. the moan he lets out is erotic as he arches his back off of the bed, chasing the foreign pleasure circling around his length. he watches himself briefly before shutting his eyes, catching how red and aroused he really is.
desperate bf!heeseung who somehow manages to clear his mind enough to find you in his thoughts, imagining his hand being yours or your mouth instead. he can barely recognize himself as whimpers and broken whines spill out of him.
depersate bf!heeseung who lets out a strings a pathetic ‘fucks’ and ‘pleases’ as he brings his hand to rub his tip, covered in salivia and more precum than he ever thought he’d produce. his eyebrows knit tightly together as his blush deepens.
desperate bf!heeseung who moves before he can even register what he’s doing. it’s like his body had a mind of it own only set on chasing its high, chasing you. he grabs the pillow behind him to place it between his legs, positioning himself to straddle down against it. he didn’t learn this anywhere, hell, he hasn’t even watched porn. but none of that matters right now .. especially not when
desperate bf!heeseung let’s out a high scream once he starts rocking his hips. he can only imagine how he looks right now, how you would see him from your perspective. “oh fuck!” he moans out, getting impossibly louder with each thrust. he hears your soft voice in his head, cooing at him so sweetly like you always do. ‘i know, baby. but you look so pretty for me,’ he humps even faster now with whines slipping out of his mouth positioned in a perfect ‘o’. “mmph! t-thank you,” he hears himself.
desperate bf!heeseung who feels something unfamiliar building inside him, but it feels so, so good. he feels his muscles burn slightly, but it feels like he’d rather die than stop chasing whatever this is. sweat drips from his hair as whines and whines and whines. when the feeling buds even closer is when he’s sure the neighbors can hear him, but he can’t find any will to care. ‘c’mon, baby’ he hears you again. ‘you gonna cum for me?’.
desperate bf!heeseung who finally realizes what this feeling is a bit too late. “oh fuck, fuck,” he cuts himself off with another moan. and another. and another. all building in volume and intensity. “oh my god. i’m- hah i’m cumming,” another moan. “oh fuck, mama please!”
the noise that follows is the loudest yet. his hips still as ropes of cum shoot out of him. he has never felt bliss like this in entire life and it feels never ending. its too much, too good, and he can’t decide if he wants it to stop. he’s cumming so much that the pillow is soaked through and shaking with the bucks of his hips as a result of overstimulation. when its finally over, his chest rises deeply as he struggles to catch his breath. he does, eventually. he opens his hazy eyes to look at the scene that just unfolded under him.
“what .. just happened,”
oh
virgin bf!heeseung who remembered the damn chocolates.
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a/n - this hate that i made you love me heeseung edit by lhrtjake on tiktok inspired me to make this .. got so hard it broke me out of writer’s block
tag list - @my1003soda @borikentaino @sonyui @2bamgyu @danerooni @ilovegojosatoru13 @liove-madl @skleppyx
not rockstar fic yet but close enough! - @loverkiller @d0llddeonu @dollitize
ꨄ︎ warnings: hee getting hard, nudes (only mentioned, none shown) reader barking and meowing, mentions of nose riding, pegging, mpreg and hee creaming his pants
thinking about overstimulating hee for the first time . . <3
he’d gasp, trying so hard to move away from your hands as you relentlessly stroked his cock, grabbing your wrist but having no strength to push you away entirely.
“n-ngh, noona, p-please—“ he’d beg. “too much—!”
“too much?” you’d mock, laughing at how he would arch his back every time you twisted your wrist at every upstroke.
he’s nodding so aggressively. “‘m close!”
it’s so easy to make him cum, ropes of his seed decorating your wrists as you use his release as added lubrication. usually, you’d be slowing down by now, but you don’t stop, hell, your hand moves faster as you keep stroking the poor boy’s spent cock.
“o-oh, what?” heeseung starts convulsing, his body trying to keep away from the sudden onslaught of pleasure. “n-noona, stop! i c-came! a-alre— fuuuuhnck, came!”
you’d laugh, pushing him down by his chest to keep him in place. you don’t stop your strokes, being pushed by heeseung’s delicious moans.
“noonaaaa—!” he cries, tears streaming down his cheeks. “t-too muh, much! i can’tttt.”
“you can.” you tell the boy. “you’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
he’s nodding so aggressively again, trying his best to prove to you how good he is, even when he can barely talk.
“i am, i-i am—!” he shouts, “g-gonna cum ag— ah! a-again!”
you squeeze your fist down on heeseung’s cock, feeling the organ throb as a telltale sign of his orgasm.
“cum, heeseung.”
you didn’t have to tell him twice as he climaxes on command, ropes of his cum shooting from the tip. his back arches, eyes rolling to the back of his skull as he does so. then, after a moment, he wilts and collapses on the mattress, absolutely spent.
you pause for a second, letting the boy catch his breath. then, the hand, still on his cock, starts to move ever so slightly.
“h-hn, noona, n-no more, please—“ he tries to beg.
“but i thought you were a good boy?” you fake pout.
“i-i am.” he responds. “b-but—“
“no buts.” you cut him off. “wanna see how many times my good boy can cum.”
˖˙⟡ enhypen’s kinky secrets they wouldn’t want anyone but you knowing
⟢ genre/warnings: established relationships, kink discussion & small nsfw drabbles, knife play, cum play, wax play, masturbation, objectification, sex tapes, mommy kink
‧₊˚ ┊hey... haha... i'm not dead + not proofread ;P
᯽ heeseung and . . . cum play ♡
heeseung isn't shy about his submission, matter of fact he wears it like it's a badge of honor. he just doesn't want people knowing he likes when things get that messy. when he's covered in his own cum, when you're covered in it, when you spit it back into his mouth...
his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, hot and shaky. your mouth wrapped around his length for the fourth time in the last hour. you'd figure he'd be spent, unable to cum again but no, heeseung always has more to give, always willing to take more. the sight of your chest and lips messy with his release, dried down on his lower stomach, it's damn near pornographic. he's so sensitive and your mouth is so warm, you always know how to bring him right to the edge. a whimper breaks up the sound of his labored panting, his hands gripping at the sheets as tightly as he can. "wait, wait..." he gasps, trying to warn you that at any moment he'll fall right off that edge. you don't wait though, work him off that cliff with so much ease the thought alone is dizzying for him. whining loudly as you so skillfully suck him through the rush of his orgasm, pulling off of him once he's finished. a gesture of your hand orders him to open his mouth, standing up to drip his own cum into his mouth. "good boy," you hum, tapping his cheek with your palm. "now swallow."
᯽ jay and . . . total objectification ♡
for jay pleasing you is the most important thing for him when it comes to your sex life, getting you off, satisfying you. however, when you treat him like he's a toy, like he was made just to please you? as if every part of his body is the hottest, most arousing thing you have ever seen? his whole brain shuts off, it's his own personal heaven.
"take your shirt off." your order takes him by surprise, he'd only walked in the door a minute or two ago. he turns to look at you, see if he'd heard you properly but that look on your face tells him everything. "yes, ma'am," he whispers, his hands coming to pull the thin, spandex fabric of his compression shirt over his head. allowing you to stare at his naked torso, fresh from his work out. "aren't you pretty?" you tease, approaching him to run your hands over his bare skin. "such a pretty toy..." your words and touch make his eyes close, slowly falling to his knees at your feet, his face resting against your thighs. then his begging starts, "can i please eat you out?" his hands coming up to your thighs, kneading and squeezing as if that'll tempt you into agreeing, as if you'd say no to begin with. "that's what toys are good for, isn't it?" you ask, running your hands through his hair as his creep up to tug your shorts down.
᯽ jake and . . . panty thieving ♡
jake's puppy-like nature never pauses, he's always on the go. and from time to time, that means your panties are too! steal a pair from the dirty laundry, snatch them off the floor after you've had sex, swipe some from the counter while you're in the shower. he just misses you so much when you're not around, he can't help himself. can you really blame him?
the soft cotton fabric pressed against his face, the smell of you, the faint taste of you, it's enough to drive him insane. his hand has a tight, secure hold on his cock, making its way up and down at a speed you'd never approve of. you like to make him work for it, drag it out a little so that when he does cum it feels that much better. he doesn't have the patience for that, he doesn't have the self control for it either unless you're directly instructing him. he wants this now, he needs you but you're not here and his hand is working just fine right now. shaky moans parting his bitten lips, muttering curses into the empty hotel room. his fingers swiping over his sensitive tip so quickly it nearly hurts, whimpering to himself about the pleasure. he may not be following your usual patterns but he mimics your actions nevertheless. his chest rising and falling as the threat of cumming into his hand approaches so quickly, frantically draping your underwear over the throbbing head. watching the fabric turn darker as his release bleeds into the it.
᯽ sunghoon and . . . knife play ♡
sunghoon is such a pretty boy but something about the threat of violence against him just gets him going. he could easily overpower you but with a knife in your hand... he's all yours, completely at your mercy and will. and he loves every second of it.
the knife is so shiny under the light of your kitchen, so reflective he can see himself in the pristine metal. "who do you belong to, sunghoon?" you question, holding the blade just below his collarbone. "you." he answers immediately, his tone soft, reverent. his body is between yours and the island counter, he's completely relaxed, there's not even an ounce of tension in his body. "that's right," you praise, "you belong to me." you affirm, your voice so smooth and sultry, it makes his knees weak. one of his hands rests on your hip while the other is holding onto the counter's edge, his thumb slowly swiping back and forth over your hip bone. "i belong to you." he repeats, nodding his head in agreement with your statement. you press the pointed tip of the knife to his clavicle, letting his skin indent but never break. he lets out a soft exhale at the feeling, gently pulling you closer to him so you can feel what you're doing to him. his hard-on pushing against your thigh while you toy with the light amount of pressure on his skin. "i'll hurt you if you ever forget that." you threaten playfully, watching the smile spread across his face at your teasing.
᯽ sunoo and . . . sex taping ♡
sunoo loves to be looked at and adored, loves to be told just how attractive he is. he thrives off of the praise and the boost to his ego. recording him while you play with him or taking photos of his post-orgasm face, set the camera up to record you both and show him when it's all over, send it to him so he can use it when you're not around.
when you pull your phone out to video your hand stroking him the sound he lets out is wrecked. his hand flying up to cover his eyes as if seeing what you're doing will break him in half. his tip is round, pale brown and leaking everywhere. "so pretty, baby," your voice comes out a purr, the palm of your hand rubbing back and forth over the underside of his shaft for the camera. the sounds he makes coming out in a consistent stream, moans, whines, groans and gasps, they all spill from his lips like a faulty faucet. taking him into your hand to pay careful, torturing attention to his tip, squeezing roughly, poking gently at the slit and watching him writhe at the contact. every movement sounds so wet it only gives away just how much he loves it. "fuck... fuck, more, please..." he mumbles, his abdomen and thighs twitching in anticipation of more stimulation. "you're so greedy." you taunt, giving the head a particularly harsh squeeze before placing a soft smack on it. the action makes him gasp so loud you think it may have actually hurt, until the noisy moan follows after. "you like that?" you tease, toying with his tip a bit more. "yes, yes, please keep going!" always so good for the camera.
᯽ jungwon and . . . wax play ♡
jungwon loves a little pain, that's no secret, but similar to heeseung he doesn't want people to know just how messy he likes to get. takes it so well, begs for more, loves to admire the artwork you paint across his body in colorful ink.
the candle is kept high away from his body, giving it time to cool down before it drips down onto his skin. every drop is so warm and relaxing, similar to a bath for him only the liquid is never calm. his pillow is tucked neatly between his face and arms, his back bare for you so that you can see the entirety of your canvas. he's sure you're drawing a shape into him, he's just unsure what it is at the moment. it's a heart, it's bigger than it usually is though, so you're taking your sweet time to map it out. your free hand massaging his side attentively, making sure he keeps still and relaxed as you let the hot wax roll down. jungwon isn't much of a talker during these scenes, he really likes to enjoy it, it's almost meditative. you enjoy the process of painting him pink, blue, green, or red while he basks in your precision and control. it's mind numbing, a welcome, needed, feeling for him after all of his stress. you make all of the tension he stores simply melt away.
᯽ niki and . . . mommy kink ♡
niki loves to be the center of your attention but he has to maintain his cool image, he wants to measure up to and fit in with his older members. this desire however does not trump his need for you to give him absolutely everything he's ever craved. for niki, the kink swings both ways - sexual and nonsexual, but it's only ever enjoyed when he knows nobody else can hear him. when you're all alone.
his voice will be so quiet when he comes up behind you, his hands slipping under the loose fabric of your shirt to hold onto your waist. "mommy," he calls out to you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck and pulling you flush against him. "i missed you so much today." he confesses, his left hand sliding down, letting his fingers dip into your waistband before they fall still. "i missed you too, baby," you hum in reply, reaching a hand up to pet his head. you can feel it, feel him slowly, hesitantly, starting to grind against you, you always let him have his moments like these. he needs them. needs to know that when he puts himself out there for you, so vulnerable and timid, that you'll give him what he craves so desperately. sometimes this takes shape in letting him be a little rough, often times it takes shape in this - his acts of utter desperation that give away just how much he needs his mommy. the kitchen is almost silent but you can hear him breathing, it's soft but it's getting louder, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he seeks more friction from your body. he's not quite ready to ask for more, right now he just needs to take a little bit.
more subby heeseung pls its so underrated...🥹❤️🩹🥀
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mcwilla.log: tyy for the request and… i mean if ur gonna force my hand… icl this is kinda more yearning than sub, but ive kinda had this idea for the past few days so, enjoy! (not proofread, i apologize)
yk that scene from challengers? the one with zendaya holding mike faist’s face as he looks up at her longingly between her legs? yeah, that’s heeseung.
his bambi eyes would always look up at you in awe, as if you were the greatest thing the universe had ever created. he’d eat you out like he was worshiping a deity, desperately trying to please you for a year’s worth of good fortune.
your hand would rest against his face, thumb rubbing his cheek that found itself affectionately squished against your palm. he’d lean in and kiss your palm, whispering a soft “please, wanna make you feel good.”
that was the thing about heeseung: he didn’t only beg for his pleasure, but also for yours. he was always begging to please you, begging to eat you out until you were shaking and cumming three, four, even five times. he’d continue to suck on your clit, slipping a finger or two into your pussy for some extra stimulation.
he’d moan into you when you would pull on his hair, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. heeseung would roll his hips against the mattress, trying to relieve his own ache between his legs. he loved watching you like this, loved knowing he was the one making you feel so good.
he’d always ask for reassurance, soft “does it feel good?”’s or a mumbled “harder” when your hands thread through his hair.
he was never in control, though. no, that was always you. you were always guiding his head, telling him how to eat you out, praising him relentlessly.
“fuck, seungie, right there,” you’d gasp out. your hand would push his head away, yet he’d always hold his ground, just how you liked it. “yes—oh, fuck, baby,” and his eyes would roll back at your praise.
he’d be whimpering and whining into you, hands tightening around your thighs when he could feel you approaching your orgasm. he’d been edging himself for the past forty minutes, trying his best not to cum in his pants from your noises and encouragement.
heeseung would never be able to stop it, though. because the second your voice goes high pitched, grip tightening on his hair as your thighs cage him in, he’s a goner.
he whines into your pussy, hips rutting against the bed as he comes down from his high, pants soaked with his own cum. he whimpers when he gets sensitive, but his tongue doesn’t stop. it keeps up, relentless in hearing you beg.
and eventually you do. “seungie - too much!”
and he stops, peppering soft kisses to your thighs as you pet his hair affectionately. his bambi eyes look up at you like they had been the whole time, yet this time he’s waiting.
you smile at him, sighing out a moan as you process the feelings coursing through your body. “love you, seungie,” you whisper, “always make me feel so good.”
and he whimpers, lip quivering as his eyes gloss over in pleasure and want. he continues to kiss your thighs, gazing up at you in hopes of more sweet words. that’s when you know; it’s your turn to make him feel good.
Hi, can you please do Subby Heeseung (vampire au) where he drinks from the reader for the first time? I'm in love with your writing 🙌🙌❤️
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"you just smell so good,"
heeseung lets out a breathy moan as he nuzzles into your neck, leaving little pecks and licks along the expanse of skin. you were currently sat in his lap with him holding you tightly in his embrace, arms coming around your waist.
he's been doing this for about ten minutes, claiming he was quite content with just being able to smell your scent. he didn't need to feed from you, he's been scared to for all the time you have been dating him. he's afraid he'll hurt you or worse, not be able to stop himself.
the conversation has been brought up countless times and yet he shoots it down every time. today was different though, his kisses and licks were getting more aggressive. you can feel his fangs starting to peek out as he nibbles along your vein. on a particularly hard bite, you pull him away and grab him by the face, both of your hands on either side of his pale face.
his eyes were glossy and red and there was a string of drool in the corner of his mouth, his fangs fully extended as he pants. he swallows hard and licks his lips as he looks at you almost in a daze, blinking slowly.
"so pretty," you voice your thoughts as you brush your fingertips along his cool skin, heeseung leaning into the touch. you wipe up his saliva with your thumb and jump when his tongue comes out to lick you. his eyes flick up to you as he does it, half lidded and seductive.
you can't resist him and lean in to press a kiss to his lips, careful of his fangs. he pulls your body closer when you try to pull away, retracting his fangs and making the kiss deeper. he intensely makes out with you, your lips smacking against each other and only pulling away when you need a breath.
you pull your hair back and expose your neck that was covered, making heeseung perk up. his fangs immediately peering back out and his eyes hyper-focus on how your neck pulses with your heartbeat. his eyes seem to shine as he stares, his tongue licking along his fangs.
"is this what you want?" you ask him, nudging his chin with your finger and making him look at you again.
"yes, please…" he nearly whispers, his hands fidgeting against you. you tease him a bit, leaning closer towards him and pulling back when you feel his lips brush against your neck. he whines and you smile a bit at his reaction.
"are you not scared?" you question, brushing your hand through his hair. he moans as you play with the strands, your hands that were so gentle on him always did something to him.
"of course i am," he says before hesitantly shakes his head, his eyes waver for a second, "but i- i can control myself." he breaths. his gaze drops to your neck again and he feels the saliva pooling in his mouth again as he fights the urge to leap forward and attach himself to you. his fangs aching to sink into something, anything.
"i'll only have a taste," he says while licking his lips and swallowing.
you tug on his shirt to bring him closer and your lips come together. he shivers when they do, slipping his tongue into your mouth and being careful not to poke you with his fangs. he heavily moans while kissing you, his dick filling out in his sweats.
you moves the kisses down until he reaches your neck where he unapologetically licks and kisses all over the skin. he presses one last peck before sinking his fangs into your neck, piercing your skin.
the feeling brings out a gasp from you. there have been plenty of times where you have thought about what it would actually feel like to have heeseung bite you, this feeling didn't compare to your imagination. it wasn't an intense pain, it was a quick prick that led into a tingling sensation spreading through your body.
heeseung drinks from you feverishly, his eyes squeeze shut and his hands around your waist fist into your top as he holds you in place. it's not like you could runaway from him in this current position. at the first taste, his let out a drawn-out moan. it was sweet, he couldn't give an exact taste to it but he would describe it as sweet. it spread along his tongue and coated his throat deliciously as he took gulp after gulp.
you feel yourself getting a little dizzy from the rapid loss of blood, it's not unpleasant as it mixes with the tingling that was settling in your limbs. heeseung doesn't take a break as it seems he's trying to lick up every last drop that poured out. just as it felt like you would be completely drained he leans back with a sigh.
he had blood staining the corners of his mouth and a bead dripped down from his fangs that were covered in it. his face appeared brighter, his eyes hazy and golden know that he's had a drink, his dick aching in his pants.
"how was it?" you ask, your body still prickling with little waves of pleasure as you regain your bearings from the blood loss.
"you taste so good," he moans. he's itching for more, he needs just a little more and he'll be satisfied. he just needs to taste that indescribable sweetness one more time. he can stop, he will stop himself. "can i have more, please? just a little more…" he pleads, blinking up at you with his glossy eyes. in this state you were finding it hard to deny him, you don't think you could even if you tried.
all you give is a short nod and heeseung wastes no time diving back in with a pleased whine. as soon as the taste spreads in his mouth he shudders. an overwhelming pleasure runs through his body as his hips raise up and he cums in his sweatpants. continuous spurts that leave a sticky spot on his bottoms as he drinks. stuttering moans slips past his blood-stained mouth as his eyes roll back from his intense orgasm.
while heeseung is in euphoria, you can feel your body going numb as he slurps. your eyelids flutter and your breathing is shallow, it feels like he might not stop. when he pulls away, heavily panting with eyes full of lust, you smile. you were proud of him for being able to control his thirst, especially since this was his first time tasting you.
he mumbles little, "thank yous" as he looks at you as if you were a god. he looked almost pathetic, clinging to you tightly as he trembled. it was moments like this when you think about how vampires were supposed to be feared creatures, and you should be afraid of a being that can drain of your blood. but, how could you be scared of someone as cute as this?
heeseung shifts uncomfortably with a whine as the cum starts to dry and you raise an eyebrow at him, unaware of the problem in his pants.
"what's wrong?" you ask, brushing back his hair.
he looks away in embarrassment, a grimace on his face. he closes his eyes and sighs before muttering, "i-i may have came when i drank your blood…" you pause and scoot back a bit to reveal the patch that covered the front of his pants. your mouth forms an 'o' as you try to hold back a laugh, but it doesn't get by heeseung. he covers his face with his hands and whines.
you remove them and hold his face in your hands, "hey, it's okay. i think it's pretty cute that you came just from tasting my blood, it's like a compliment." you reassure him with a kiss to his lips. he pouts, but doesn't argue. instead he just pulls you in and hides his face in your neck.
you smile while carding your fingers through his hair. yeah, there's no way you would be afraid of this vampire who is completely obsessed with you.
