[wonvelvet]

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[wonvelvet]

heeseung request, i love how u did the other two requests 🥹🥹 but basically heeseung comes home from work one night and ur at the dining table looking at an article u had to review for university and even tired he helps u but mid way u get distracted qnd climb onto his lap and at first u listen and he doesn’t mind as long as ur listening but eventually u start kissing his neck and going into a completely different world and he tells u softly to try and focus and listen but you don’t heheh

hi baby thank u sm >< ily ty for requesting i have absolutely no ideas at alll anymore.. here is one fresh n hot serving of boyf hee for u!! ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ ++ i added a lillll more smut to this but i hope u enjoy love u

[wonvelvet]

nobody new .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⁀➴ in which your boyfriend, lee heeseung, finds a different way to help you study ── .✦ wc: 1.1k — requested ꨄ︎

cw: orgasm denial, soft dom hee, smut mdni, fingering TW PSYCHOLOGY ASSIGNMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!!

you’re trying so so hard, but no matter how many times you reread the same paragraph, it never makes sense.

you’re on the couch with your knees drawn to your chest while you propped your laptop against your knees as you desperately try to review some article on the effects of sleep deprivation on memory retention for your psychology assignment due tomorrow. unfortunately, since you started.. you haven’t made much progress.

infact, you were so immersed in the stupid paragraphs that you didn’t notice the sound of the front door click. your boyfriend, heeseung, has just came home after a long day at work. he ruffles his hand through his hair before dropping his bag straight onto the floor, when he sees you.

‘still on that assignment?’

you scoff, ‘no i’m just reading an article on cognitive psychology for fun! that’s all!’

he lets out a smile at your sarcastic response before settling on the couch, sitting right next to you. he covers your view of the laptop with his hair, reading over the same paragraphs you thought weren’t even in english.

he points at that one paragraph, the one that just made absolutely no sense to you no matter how hard you tried. his tired eyes meet your soft ones, ‘It says that a lack of sleep makes it harder for your brain to keep and recall information. so, even if you study, you'll probably forget it later.’

‘what the hell? how did you do that?’ you genuinely thought that whoever made this assignment and gave you that article was praying on your downfall when you read that paragraph, the one that your boyfriend just summarized in one sentence.

he quietly laughs at your widened eyes and gives you a kiss on your temple, ‘don’t worry baby, i’ll help you finish this’ so, for about ten minutes you both continue going through the article while he finally makes sense of the words that you thought were just modern-day curses designed to make you fail.

as he explains, you find yourself shifting onto his lap. feeling the familiar wrap of his arms instinctively wrap around you, heeseung looks down at you. ‘comfortable?’

‘yup’ you kiss his cheeks before settling the laptop back against your knees while his arms stay wrapped around your waist.

around thirty minutes pass by, and you are so so bored. at this point your brain has tuned out heeseungs explanations and you mindlessly nod at anything he says while you stare into the abyss. you keep on shifting your head until your mouth instinctively latches onto heeseungs neck, leaving soft open-mouthed kisses onto the side of his neck. he doesn’t seem to mind as he lets you leave a few more.

your mouth reaches his adam’s apple, gently sucking on it till he finally lets out a groan. he looks down onto you meeting your gaze, ‘you weren’t listening to me right?’ your heart couldn’t help but beat faster after noticing how fast his tone changed speaking to you.

due to your half-hearted apologies, heeseung softly tells you to just listen and focus on what he’s saying. but of course, you don’t. all the kisses you’ve been planting on your boyfriends neck got you all worked up and the damp fabric in between your legs is getting increasingly uncomfortable.

heeseung tries to shift his hand from your waist to point at something on the screen of your laptop, when his finger accidentally brushes over the place you need him most. his hand freezes in the air, oops.

‘you’re wet? from kissing?’ he can’t help but let out a soft laugh. you nudge your shoulder into his chest in embarrassment. he then takes the laptop into his hands and sets it aside, pulling your legs down and feet of the couch. he spreads your legs by hooking them over his own.

‘okay, tell me one thing you learnt’ his hand slowly slides down your stomach and stops right at your covered clit.’

‘heeseung-‘

‘if you want me to touch you, you have to answer’ his hand lightly rubs over your clothed cunt, but you need more.

‘the fuck? no..’ the truth is, you didn’t learn anything.

his hand moves away from you, ‘fine, then you don’t get to cum’

he closes your legs and reaches for the laptop, you grab his wrist before he can touch the laptop, ‘fine… i’ll say anything just- just fucking touch me’

you notice the smile appearing on his face as soon as you surrendered. he opens your legs once again and reaches back down. ‘okay, now tell me what you learnt, anything.’

‘sleep- sleep deprivation affects memory because…’

you are trying, trying so hard to just think of one thing you remember. ‘oh- it affects the brains ability.. to store information?’

‘good girl’ his hand finally slides inside of your panties, fingers rubbing with just the right pressure. ‘tell me more’ he eases a finger into your entrance. you bite back a moan and try to remember more, you just can’t, not when your brain is preoccupied with whatever’s happening between your legs.

‘i’ll help you a little, okay baby? listen’ he eases another finger into you, two fingers repeatedly hitting the spot that makes your eyes squeeze shut. ‘lack of sleep diminishes activity.. where?’ heeseung increases the speed of his hand, his eyes glued to the absolute mess you’re making.

‘fuck- i don’t know’ you’re so frustrated, you remember when he said the answer to this ten minutes ago, but you just can’t remember the exact word he said because you were to busy devouring his neck.

he stills his fingers inside you, ‘you do know, i told you’

you can’t even think straight, your legs already trembling from his fucking fingers. you look back at him, trying to flash your ‘innocent’ lightly glossed eyes. ‘don’t cry baby, you can do it. think hard’ you turn your head away from him, eyes locking onto the laptop untouched on the side.

‘hippocampus? right?’

he grabs your jaw and tilts his head around to reach your mouth, tongue pushing past your lips and savoring your mouth. his fingers finally start moving again, with more pressure and speed. he lets go of your mouth, ‘good job baby’

he fully focuses on his fingers thrusting in and out you, making sure to go in as deep as possible. right as you were on the edge, so close to reaching the high you’ve been needing for an hour, he takes his fingers out of you abruptly.

his fingers reach his mouth, leaving you empty and aching as he licks clean the mess you made. you’re too confused and pleasured to even protest, all you can do is look at him with pleading eyes. ‘i’m not gonna let you cum from one answer, review the whole thing. okay baby?’ you can feel his smile as he kisses you on your check before reaching for the laptop once again.

k/n: — wooh dat was alotttt my gcse n alevel psychology teacher would be Fuming at her icl

[wonvelvet]

never be yours .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which ── .✦ you and heeseung were born into rival political dynasties and expected to be enemies, but instead, you end up falling in love. wc: 11k ༄.° — req by anon 𑣲

tags: secret relationship, smut mdni, a lil fluff, politics, unprotected sex, degrading AND praise cus yk, heeseung on his knees obviously n the usual ofc ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the annual political fundraiser was the last place you wanted to be at right now.

you hate the bright flashes from the cameras, you hate the stupid reporters invading your privacy asking absurd questions, you hate how everyone— every single person, has a fake smile plastered on their face. it’s disgusting, it’s boring and your father knows how much you hate it.

after what felt like hours faking your smiles for photos while hanging onto your fathers arm like a child, you finally managed to slip away from the public and make your way to the balcony which was thankfully empty.

cool air brushed your skin as you leaned towards the railing, finally giving you time to breathe.

‘trying to escape too?’

his voice was familiar, yet you couldn’t quite place who it was. you turn around and see a boy your age, stood at the doorway. you had to admit, he was kinda cute.

‘is it that obvious?’ you softly laughed.

‘just a little’ he lets out a smile, walking towards you before leaning towards the railing himself.

you guys stood in the cold air, sharing your complaints about how dumb the event was, how flashy it was and how exhausted you both were from constantly having to watch your expressions in front of everyone.

then a voice came from inside, ‘heeseung!’

you could recognize that name from anywhere, no way. it’s impossible, were you just having a conversation with your fathers rivals son? fuck, you just hope nobody saw you two. you knew your father would be so angry with you if you got into a scandal involving his literal sworn enemy.

‘wait- you’re heeseung? as in.. lee heeseung?’

‘yeah, and you?’

you scoff, ‘i’m y/n fucking l/n!’

his eyes widen instantly, you both stay silent for a moment before his laugh uncontrollably spills out. you just stare him in disbelief, what the hell?

‘well’ heeseung says with a small smile, ‘this is awkward’

soon after, your own laughter starts coming out.

since you were born, you’ve heard the nastiest things about heeseung and his family. you automatically assumed he’d be a whore just like his father, but surprisingly he looked less like the enemy you were programmed to hate for years, and more like a normal person.

after that fundraiser, it was like heeseung had his fingers in every single fold of your fucking brain. you had promised yourself you would never ever think of him after that night, but you have never been so painfully wrong.

you thought of heeseung all the time, when you were in class, when you would eat breakfast, when you would get ready, and even when you would talk to your father. your mind had always wandered back to that night you two had talked.

so now you lay in your bed, angrily trying to tell your brain to forget about him because you will never talk to him again.

the only light in the room is the dim, warm glow of your bedside lamp. you are trying so so hard to just sleep everything off, that is until your phone buzzes on the side table.

unknown: still trying to mentally recover from that fundraiser?

you just stare at the message, how the hell did he manage to get your number?

you also couldn’t help but let out a tiny smile while rereading his message for the 57th time.

you: unfortunately.. what abt u?

unknown: i might just break my leg so i don’t have to go to the next one

you felt like you were sixteen again, secretly messaging a boy and giggling while reading his texts like you were in high school. from that night, you and heeseung had texted every single day.

you would even eat dinner early, rushing back to your room and telling your father ‘you’re super sleepy’ just so you could have two hours at night to call him and shit talk both of your families.

you two would complain about the fundraisers, your parents, your mutuals, the reporters. you guys would just talk about anything, even going as far as sending pictures randomly throughout the day to give eachother updates.

for the first time, you had finally felt understood.

one night, after hours of texting while your father thought you were peacefully sleeping, heeseung messaged you something you could never tell anyone about.

heeseung: so.. when am i seeing you again?

your heart has genuinely never raced faster, you knew you should say no. you have to say no.

instead, you replied,

you: how does wednesday sound?

heeseung: perfect

then came wednesday, you have been preparing yourself for this day all week. you even got your hair recolored, did laser, washed your hair with your delicious toasted vanilla shampoo, and even used your special occasion ‘chocolate shower gel’ all over your body.

you two agreed on meeting at an underground bar, meant for celebrities who want to take a break without getting mobbed by invasive people. you thought it would be way too risky to have heeseung pick you up, so instead you both separately arrived at the bar.

the building was super sketchy, the wallpaper was barely on and dust was collected everywhere. you did your best to hope that you wouldn’t get kidnapped and entered the (even sketchier) elevator. once you reached the basement, you were met with the most beautiful bar you’ve ever seen.

it was dark, the light wasn’t yellow or white, it was red. the red light created a surreal atmosphere and wasn’t too intense, there were a few people, not anyone you knew. you looked around and locked eyes with the softest gaze you’ve ever seen.

‘hi y/n’

‘hi heeseung’ you smiled

you both sat at a two seater table, it was intimate, but not awkward. you guys actually managed to get along really well, probably even better than when you guys would text or call. his knee would occasionally brush over yours, but he never moved it away first.

and safe to say, it went pretty well.

until your phone started ringing, and the only people who would call you were heeseung or your father. clearly it wasn’t heeseung so your body instantly started heating up when you realised who it was. ‘fuck- my fathers calling me’

‘oh uh.. come with me’ heeseung grabbed your wrist, his touch feeling feather light. he quickly dragged you to an unused room where no one was allowed. ‘answer the call here, it’s quiet’

you answer his call, putting on that fake smile you always have with him even though he can’t even see you.

‘hi daddy! what’s up’ your voice shaking just a bit,

‘where are you?, you know we have to attend a campaign early tomorrow’ your fathers voice has that familiar aggressiveness to it.

‘oh- i’m trying to buy a new dress for it, you know.. and i also need makeup so im shopping, ill be home soon i promise’

‘be home before 12, it’s already 10 and the campaign is at 8am tomorrow.’

you blindly agree with anything he says and manage to convince him you will definitely be home by 12. you cut the call and sigh while putting your phone back into your pocket, apologizing to heeseung.

you notice it, you notice how heeseung can’t take his eyes off your lips, you notice how his hands hover over your waist, you notice his breath becoming uneven.

you take it upon yourself to grab his collar and crash your lips onto his, his fingers digging into your waist as his knee finds its way between your thighs, settling right onto your cunt.

his hands guide your hips to grind him, his mouth muffle your moans he quickly makes his way onto his knees.

‘heeseung..’

‘just let me do this baby, just relax okay?’ his pushes up your dress until it rests on your hips, uncovering your drenched panties. ‘fuck, already soaked? just from grinding?’ he laughs.

your grip tightens in his hair, ‘shut up’ you smile despite yourself. he slides your panties down to your knees, not bothering to take them fully off. he pushes your thighs apart making your legs open giving him a a full view of your aching heat. the smile on his face doesn’t leave even when he latches his mouth right onto your clit.

fuck, you don’t know if it’s because of how hot he looks on his knees, or the adrenaline pumping through your veins knowing you may get caught, or if it’s even the fact your father thinks your buying dresses instead of having his rivals son eating you out, but the coil in your stomach tightens insanely fast.

you didn’t think he could be this skilled, his tongue takes its time exploring every inch of you, intertwining with your folds while his fingers finally ease their way into your heat. his tongue and fingers working simultaneously making you uncontrollably spill out moans, you were so vocal and responsive it didn’t take long for heeseung to become frustrated with his own growing hardness.

he increased his speed and pressure, sucked deeper till your fingers pulled on his hair so hard his scalp started burning. when he layed a gentle kiss right onto your clit, you instantly became undone. ‘look at you, dripping onto my tongue and shaking from just my fingers’

he smoothly got up, his hair messed up from your grip. his fingers push past your lips and you instinctively suck on them, tasting yourself on him. ‘good girl’ he releases his fingers from you, taking the into his own mouth to clean up whatever you left.

‘heeseung please,’ you say out of breath

‘tell me baby, what do you want?’ his hands travel up your sides and he gives you small kiss onto your cheek.

‘i want you to fuck me’

he lets out a smile once again before diving back into your mouth, his tongue forcing its way through your lips and savoring every inch of your mouth. he pulls himself away, a strand of saliva still connecting you two while you help him undo his belt and take his jeans off.

to no surprise, he was big. your mind instantly questioning if he would even fit in you. ‘wait..will it fit?’

he kisses you again ‘i’ll make it fit’ he pulls you into his arms and makes you wrap your legs around his waist before slamming your back into the wall, and in one thrust, burying himself in you. fuck, you thought you teared something from how much he stretched you.

he didn’t wait for you to adjust, he instantly started thrusting, your dress riding up higher and higher your body. you’ve been fucked before, but most guys were clumsy and only cared about making themselves cum. but heeseung? he could make you cum untouched, he repeatedly hit the spot inside of you that put you in absolute euphoria. your eyes squeezed shut, trying hard to not scream and get the employees attention while you get fucked in a room you are definitely not allowed to be in.

‘fuck baby, you’re so- tight’ heeseung groans himself, it was like you were made for his dick, perfectly molded to fit him inside you. ‘your father would fucking kill you if he saw you right now, moaning- fuck- moaning like a slut on his rivals sons dick- shit- right?’ he could feel you clench tighter at his words, he was right. you knew nobody could find out about this, you both would be dead. it didn’t take long for you to cum all over him again, your cunt already sensitive from the last orgasm. shortly after he thrusted harder, faster, chasing his own high. you suck on a spot on his neck which makes him instantly release hot ropes of cum inside of you. you felt him filling you up entirely, you were so fucked out you didn’t even care he didn’t wear a condom. you’d figure that out later, a morning after pill will fix it right?

he stays inside of you, your legs still wrapped around him when he meets your gaze. he looks just as fucked as you are, he rests his lips on yours again. your hands making way to his jaw, pulling him closer.

how were you two supposed to keep this secret?

[wonvelvet]

NEVER BE YOURS WAS AMAZING BABES 🤣🤣🤣

IM GONNA KISS YOUR BEAUTIFUL HANDS 😍😍😍 I LOVE YOUR WRITING 😍😍

THANK YOU BABYYYY I LOVR YOU 🥺🩷🩷🩷 mwah mwah

[wonvelvet]

never be yours .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which ── .✦ you and heeseung were born into rival political dynasties and expected to be enemies, but instead, you end up falling in love. wc: 11k ༄.° — req by anon 𑣲

tags: secret relationship, smut mdni, a lil fluff, politics, unprotected sex, degrading AND praise cus yk, heeseung on his knees obviously, secret sex, the usual ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the annual political fundraiser was the last place you wanted to be at right now.

you hate the bright flashes from the cameras, you hate the stupid reporters invading your privacy asking absurd questions, you hate how everyone— every single person, has a fake smile plastered on their face. it’s disgusting, it’s boring and your father knows how much you hate it.

after what felt like hours faking your smiles for photos while hanging onto your fathers arm like a child, you finally managed to slip away from the public and make your way to the balcony which was thankfully empty.

cool air brushed your skin as you leaned towards the railing, finally giving you time to breathe.

‘trying to escape too?’

his voice was familiar, yet you couldn’t quite place who it was. you turn around and see a boy your age, stood at the doorway. you had to admit, he was kinda cute.

‘is it that obvious?’ you softly laughed.

‘just a little’ he lets out a smile, walking towards you before leaning towards the railing himself.

you guys stood in the cold air, sharing your complaints about how dumb the event was, how flashy it was and how exhausted you both were from constantly having to watch your expressions in front of everyone.

then a voice came from inside, ‘heeseung!’

you could recognize that name from anywhere, no way. it’s impossible, were you just having a conversation with your fathers rivals son? fuck, you just hope nobody saw you two. you knew your father would be so angry with you if you got into a scandal involving his literal sworn enemy.

‘wait- your heeseung? as in.. lee heeseung?’

‘yeah, and you?’

you scoff, ‘i’m y/n fucking l/n!’

his eyes widen instantly, you both stay silent for a moment before his laugh uncontrollably spills out. you just stare him in disbelief, what the hell?

‘well’ heeseung says with a small smile, ‘this is awkward’

soon after, your own laughter starts coming out.

since you were born, you’ve heard the nastiest things about heeseung and his family. you automatically assumed he’d be a whore just like his father, but surprisingly he looked less like the enemy you were programmed to hate for years, and more like a normal person.

after that fundraiser, it was like heeseung had his fingers in every single fold of your fucking brain. you had promised yourself you would never ever think of him after that night, but you have never been so painfully wrong.

you thought of heeseung all the time, when you were in class, when you would eat breakfast, when you would get ready, and even when you would talk to your father. your mind had always wandered back to that night you two had talked.

so now you lay in your bed, angrily trying to tell your brain to forget about him because you will never talk to him again.

the only light in the room is the dim, warm glow of your bedside lamp. you are trying so so hard to just sleep everything off, that is until your phone buzzes on the side table.

unknown: still trying to mentally recover from that fundraiser?

you just stare at the message, how the hell did he manage to get your number?

you also couldn’t help but let out a tiny smile while rereading his message for the 57th time.

you: unfortunately.. what abt u?

unknown: i might just break my leg so i don’t have to go to the next one

you felt like you were sixteen again, secretly messaging a boy and giggling while reading his texts like you were in high school. from that night, you and heeseung had texted every single day.

you would even eat dinner early, rushing back to your room and telling your father ‘your super sleepy’ just so you could have two hours at night to call him and shit talk both of your families.

you two would complain about the fundraisers, your parents, your mutuals, the reporters. you guys would just talk about anything, even going as far as sending pictures randomly throughout the day to each other to give updates.

for the first time, you had finally felt understood.

one night, after hours of texting while your father thought you were peacefully sleeping, heeseung messaged you something you could never tell anyone about.

heeseung: so.. when am i seeing you again?

your heart has genuinely never raced faster, you knew you should say no. you have to say no.

instead, you replied,

you: how does wednesday sound?

heeseung: perfect

then came wednesday, you have been preparing yourself for this day all week. you even got your hair recolored, did laser, washed your hair with your delicious toasted vanilla shampoo, and even used your special occasion ‘chocolate shower gel’ all over your body.

you two agreed on meeting at an underground bar, meant for celebrities who want to take a break without getting mobbed by invasive people. you thought it would be way too risky to have heeseung pick you up, so instead you both separately arrived at the bar.

the building was super sketchy, the wallpaper was barley on and dust was collected everywhere. you did your best to hope that you wouldn’t get kidnapped and entered the even sketchier elevator. once you reached the basement, you were met with the most beautiful bar you’ve ever seen.

it was dark, the light wasn’t yellow or white, it was red. the red light created a surreal atmosphere and wasn’t too intense, there were a few people, not any you knew. you looked around and locked eyes with the softest gaze you’ve ever seen.

‘hi y/n’

‘hi heeseung’ you smiled

you both sat at a two seater table, it was intimate, but not awkward. you guys actually managed to get along really well, probably even better than when you guys would text or call. his knee would occasionally brush over yours, but he never moved it away first.

and safe to say, it went pretty well.

until your phone started ringing, and the only people who would call you were heeseung or your father. clearly it wasn’t heeseung so your body instantly started heating up when you realised who it was. ‘fuck- my fathers calling me’

‘oh uh.. come with me’ heeseung grabbed your wrist, his touch feeling feather light. he quickly dragged you to an unused room where no one was allowed. ‘answer the call here, it’s quiet’

you answer his call, putting on that fake smile you always have with him even though he can’t even see you.

‘hi daddy! what’s up’ your voice shaking just a bit,

‘where are you?, you know we have to attend a campaign early tomorrow’ your fathers voice has that familiar aggressiveness to it.

‘oh- i’m trying to buy a new dress for it, you know.. and i also need makeup so im shopping, ill be home soon i promise’

‘be home before 12, it’s already 10 and the campaign is at 8am tomorrow.’

you blindly agree with anything he says and manage to convince him you will definitely be home by 12. you cut the call and sigh while putting your phone back into your pocket, apologizing to heeseung.

you notice it, you notice how heeseung can’t take his eyes off your lips, you notice how his hands hover over your waist, you notice his breath becoming uneven.

you take it upon yourself to grab his collar and crash your lips onto his, his fingers digging into your waist as his knee finds its way between your thighs, settling right onto your cunt.

his hands guide your hips to grind him, his mouth muffle your moans he quickly makes his way onto his knees.

‘heeseung..’

‘just let me do this baby, just relax okay?’ his pushes up your dress until it rests on your hips, uncovering your drenched panties. ‘fuck, already soaked? just from grinding?’ he laughs.

your grip tightens in his hair, ‘shut up’ you smile despite yourself. he slides your panties down to your knees, not bothering to take them fully off. he pushes your thighs apart making your legs open giving him a a full view of your aching heat. the smile on his face doesn’t leave even when he latches his mouth right onto your clit.

fuck, you don’t know if it’s because of how hot he looks on his knees, or the adrenaline pumping through your veins knowing you may get caught, or if it’s even the fact your father thinks your buying dresses instead of having his rivals son eating you out, but the coil in your stomach tightens insanely fast.

you didn’t think he could be this skilled, his tongue takes its time exploring every inch of you, intertwining with your folds while his fingers finally ease their way into your heat. his tongue and fingers working simultaneously making you uncontrollably spill out moans, you were so vocal and responsive it didn’t take long for heeseung to become frustrated with his own growing hardness.

he increased his speed and pressure, sucked deeper till your fingers pulled on his hair so hard his scalp started burning. when he layed a gentle kiss right onto your clit, you instantly became undone. ‘look at you, dripping onto my tongue and shaking from just my fingers’

he smoothly got up, his hair messed up from your grip. his fingers push past your lips and you instinctively suck on them, tasting yourself on him. ‘good girl’ he releases his fingers from you, taking the into his own mouth to clean up whatever you left.

‘heeseung please,’ you say out of breath

‘tell me baby, what do you want?’ his hands travel up your sides and he gives you small kiss onto your cheek.

‘i want you to fuck me’

he lets out a smile once again before diving back into your mouth, his tongue forcing its way through your lips and savoring every inch of your mouth. he pulls himself away, a strand of saliva still connecting you two while you help him undo his belt and take his jeans off.

to no surprise, he was big. your mind instantly questioning if he would even fit in you. ‘wait..will it fit?’

he kisses you again ‘i’ll make it fit’ he pulls you into his arms and makes you wrap your legs around his waist before slamming your back into the wall, and in one thrust, burying himself in you. fuck, you thought you teared something from how much he stretched you.

he didn’t wait for you to adjust, he instantly started thrusting, your dress riding up higher and higher your body. you’ve been fucked before, but most guys were clumsy and only cared about making themselves cum. but heeseung? he could make you cum untouched, he repeatedly hit the spot inside of you that put you in absolute euphoria. your eyes squeezed shut, trying hard to not scream and get the employees attention while you get fucked in a room you are definitely not allowed to be in.

‘fuck baby, you’re so- tight’ heeseung groans himself, it was like you were made for his dick, perfectly molded to fit him inside you. ‘your father would fucking kill you if he saw you right now, moaning- fuck- moaning like a slut on his rivals sons dick- shit- right?’ he could feel you clench tighter at his words, he was right. you knew nobody could find out about this, you both would be dead. it didn’t take long for you to cum all over him again, your cunt already sensitive from the last orgasm. shortly after he thrusted harder, faster, chasing his own high. you suck on a spot on his neck which makes him instantly release hot ropes of cum inside of you. you felt him filling you up entirely, you were so fucked out you didn’t even care he didn’t wear a condom. you’d figure that out later, a morning after pill will fix it right?

he stays inside of you, your legs still wrapped around him when he meets your gaze. he looks just as fucked as you are, he rests his lips on yours again. your hands making way to his jaw, pulling him closer.

how were you two supposed to keep this secret?

[wonvelvet]

national treasures ⋆ . ࿔ ˚ hickeys — mdni

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heeseung is obsessed with the idea of marking you, he loves making you straddle his lap while he takes his time kissing your neck, especially when you squirm when he sucks at the sensitive spot near your ear.

he’ll travel down your neck to your collarbone, leaving tender, soft kisses before gently sucking on the spot leaving it red and sore. to soothe the pain, he’ll flatten his tongue and lick it over.

he’ll reach your chest, teasing your aching nipple by leaving soft marks right next to it. his free hand sliding up your sides when he finally takes one nipple into his mouth.

not long after, his mouth will find its way back to your neck. leaving another reddish-purple mark at the bottom before crashing his lips onto yours, his tired tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

you can’t help but grind at his growing hardness, your moans being muffled by his own mouth. his hand on the back of your neck pushing you impossibly closer. when he finally lets go of your mouth with a strand of saliva connecting you two, he’ll gently kiss all the fresh marks he left down your chest.

his soft fingers rub over the mark, his lips leaving one last kiss at the base of your throat before tenderly kissing your forehead, ‘good job baby’.

— req by anon .𖥔 ݁ ˖

[wonvelvet]

t-shirt & panties .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⁀➴ in which, you are super needy, luckily you have a hot boyfriend to help take care of you! ⊹ . ˙ ܀ ୨୧. — requested ꪆৎ

tags: unprotected sex (smut mdni) sexting, dom sunghoon, edging, #muchsunghoon, a lil fluff at the end, based off the song ‘tshirt & panties’ by adina howard. — 1.2k

horny was an understatement, you were dying to be pleasured. you tried and tried to relieve yourself by shoving your fingers inside of you, but to no surprise.. it never works. the only person who can free you from this burden is none other than your loving boyfriend, sunghoon.

unfortunately though, he’s not home. something about work? friends? you don’t know, he’s weirdly mysterious. nonetheless, you take it upon yourself to let him know how needy you are without him.

you: thinking about u

yikes, that was kinda cringy.. but what else were u supposed to say? come home and fuck me till i can’t breathe?

surprisingly, it didn’t take long for him to reply.

hoon: what are you wearing right now

oh shit, is he horny too? well then fuck it, you’ll just let him know how fucking pleasure deprived you’re feeling. to his question, ur wearing a cute white t-shirt and.. you were wearing panties, but after you tried to fuck yourself dumb on your fingers… they’re currently discarded on the floor of your bedroom.

in a bold move, you decide to send a picture of your body. your t-shirt dangerously pushed up, your bare legs slightly opened just a little, showcasing your glistening wetness. you’ve sexted sunghoon before, but you were embarrassingly wet this time. i mean, you’ve tried to make yourself cum atleast five times, of course she’s soaked.

he read your message a few minutes ago, but you have yet to get a reply. was he with his friends? ugh, great. you got yourself ready and even more wet just for him to leave you on fucking read? what a bitch.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

after sadly cleaning yourself up with a bunch of tissues, you decided to just tell your cunt to stop pulsing until your boyfriend comes home. now, your panties are back on and instead of pleasing yourself on your bed, you’re now watching some stupid show on said bed.

that is until you hear the door to your apartment open and close, and very aggressively. you did not wanna get robbed, especially in the disgustingly needy state you’re in right now. before you even have time to grab something to defend yourself with, your bedroom door opens.

it’s sunghoon, your boyfriend.

fuck, finally! you thought your pussy would’ve genuinely explode if she hadn’t had an orgasm in five minutes.

‘hi baby’ you desperately try to hide the fact that your panties are absurdly wet talking to sunghoon.

‘fuck baby you looked so beautiful’ it didn’t take him long to absolutely crash his lips onto yours. this kiss was anything but gentle, it was incredibly hungry. his tongue forced its way past your lips and made sure to explore every single inch of your mouth. sunghoons hand slips between your bodies and rests right onto your covered clit. ‘so fucking wet.. let me take care of you ‘kay?’

god you’ve been waiting for this moment all day, your legs instinctively open to let your boyfriend lay a gentle kiss onto your navel before aligning his mouth on top of your aching heat. his fingers hook into your panties and quickly pull them off. he spreads your legs even further using his palms before diving straight into you.

he savors every inch of you, your clit feeling the familiar sensation of sunghoons tongue playing with it. your moans spill out uncontrollably, you were way more vocal today. you can tell sunghoon noticed by the way his smile never left his face even while devouring your cunt.

your hand intertwines with his hair, your grip getting tighter when he thrusts his tongue into your entrance, repeatedly hitting that spot that your fingers could never reach. it was all too much.

right when you were finally going to reach the high you have been chasing this whole day, he takes his mouth off of you. his chin drenched in your wetness, is he fucking serious? couldn’t it have been more obvious how sexually frustrated you were? and he wanted to edge you instead of letting you finally reach the orgasm you desperately need after unsuccessfully masturbating all day?

to your protests, all he had to say was ‘let me take my time with you baby, gonna make sure i fuck you so deep you can only think of me’

he pushes up your t-shirt to uncover your bare chests, ‘my baby, you must’ve been so mad’ he latches his mouth onto your right nipple, circling his tongue over the peak, sending a bolt of electricity straight to your cunt. ‘your pussy so fucking drenched, but only i can make you cum right?’ he moves to your other nipple, delivering the same exact attention as the first.

he moves up your chest, laying firm kisses on your collarbone and neck before finding your own lips. his hand starting to rub tight circles onto your clit while you moan into his mouth. he removes his mouth from you, his chin covered in the mix of you twos saliva and your wetness. he finally lets you help him take his jeans off of him.

he lets out a groan when you wrap your fingers around his member, slightly stroking it while he aligns himself at your enterance. with a gentle thrust, he buries himself in you. one thing about your boyfriend, you can feel his dick all up in your intestines.

‘sunghoon- fuck’ his gentle thrusts quickly turn brutal, he’s so fucking deep inside of you, he can see himself in your stomach. a slight bulge forming near your navel whenever he pushes in, just the sight of it could make him orgasm.

it didn’t take you long to cum, especially with his dick filling you up so deep and his hands playing with your clit. he didn’t slow down when you climaxed, he sped up to reach his own high, putting you onto the edge of overstimulation. with one final thrust, he came deeply inside you. when he pulled himself out, he pushed his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. ‘you wanted me so bad all day, sending me pictures of your legs open like a slut? keep all of me inside you’

and you thought you were done, until you felt the stimulation of sunghoons tongue back on your pussy, his tongue sucking onto your clit making your back arch.

‘too much..’ he wasn’t just eating you out, he was fucking absorbing you. he was eating you like a man starved. ‘just one more baby, cum for me’ and you did, and hard.

he swiped his tongue from down to up once more to clean up your mess, ‘so pretty’ huh, even after demolishing you he’s so sweet.

he rests on your chest for a while, letting you play with his hair while you both calm down from your highs. soon he grabs a towel to clean you up, your overflowing wetness and throbbing cunt finally relieved after a longgg day.

sunghoon runs you a bath, letting you relax while he cleans your body gently, laying soft small kisses all over your face. after you both are clean and dry, he’ll let you rest in his arms on your bed, finally calming your neediness till u both fall sound asleep.

k/n: wooh! was dat a lot!! idk if this was accurate enough for the song i lowkey rushed this n the fluff was kinda lame but i think they cute .✦ ݁˖ hope u enjoyed :p

[wonvelvet]

oki so basically, this may be odd? LOL but the plot is basically heeseung and reader both have fathers as politicians that are on completely different sides, like rivals ykwim. and basically heeseung and reader are inlove and sneak around without anyone knowing bc they can’t get caught i hope this makes sense 🫩🫩

no stop this is not odd at all i love ur brain bro thank u for this idea i love u, i made sure to cook it up real quick cus i was super excited to write it 🥺 i also accidentally made it a bit longer than my usual fics (11.4k damn) but here u go baby

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

[wonvelvet]

never be yours .𖥔 ݁ ˖

in which ── .✦ you and heeseung were born into rival political dynasties and expected to be enemies, but instead, you end up falling in love. wc: 11k ༄.° — req by anon 𑣲

tags: secret relationship, smut mdni, a lil fluff, politics, unprotected sex, degrading AND praise cus yk, heeseung on his knees obviously n the usual ofc ⊹ ࣪ ˖

the annual political fundraiser was the last place you wanted to be at right now.

you hate the bright flashes from the cameras, you hate the stupid reporters invading your privacy asking absurd questions, you hate how everyone— every single person, has a fake smile plastered on their face. it’s disgusting, it’s boring and your father knows how much you hate it.

after what felt like hours faking your smiles for photos while hanging onto your fathers arm like a child, you finally managed to slip away from the public and make your way to the balcony which was thankfully empty.

cool air brushed your skin as you leaned towards the railing, finally giving you time to breathe.

‘trying to escape too?’

his voice was familiar, yet you couldn’t quite place who it was. you turn around and see a boy your age, stood at the doorway. you had to admit, he was kinda cute.

‘is it that obvious?’ you softly laughed.

‘just a little’ he lets out a smile, walking towards you before leaning towards the railing himself.

you guys stood in the cold air, sharing your complaints about how dumb the event was, how flashy it was and how exhausted you both were from constantly having to watch your expressions in front of everyone.

then a voice came from inside, ‘heeseung!’

you could recognize that name from anywhere, no way. it’s impossible, were you just having a conversation with your fathers rivals son? fuck, you just hope nobody saw you two. you knew your father would be so angry with you if you got into a scandal involving his literal sworn enemy.

‘wait- you’re heeseung? as in.. lee heeseung?’

‘yeah, and you?’

you scoff, ‘i’m y/n fucking l/n!’

his eyes widen instantly, you both stay silent for a moment before his laugh uncontrollably spills out. you just stare him in disbelief, what the hell?

‘well’ heeseung says with a small smile, ‘this is awkward’

soon after, your own laughter starts coming out.

since you were born, you’ve heard the nastiest things about heeseung and his family. you automatically assumed he’d be a whore just like his father, but surprisingly he looked less like the enemy you were programmed to hate for years, and more like a normal person.

after that fundraiser, it was like heeseung had his fingers in every single fold of your fucking brain. you had promised yourself you would never ever think of him after that night, but you have never been so painfully wrong.

you thought of heeseung all the time, when you were in class, when you would eat breakfast, when you would get ready, and even when you would talk to your father. your mind had always wandered back to that night you two had talked.

so now you lay in your bed, angrily trying to tell your brain to forget about him because you will never talk to him again.

the only light in the room is the dim, warm glow of your bedside lamp. you are trying so so hard to just sleep everything off, that is until your phone buzzes on the side table.

unknown: still trying to mentally recover from that fundraiser?

you just stare at the message, how the hell did he manage to get your number?

you also couldn’t help but let out a tiny smile while rereading his message for the 57th time.

you: unfortunately.. what abt u?

unknown: i might just break my leg so i don’t have to go to the next one

you felt like you were sixteen again, secretly messaging a boy and giggling while reading his texts like you were in high school. from that night, you and heeseung had texted every single day.

you would even eat dinner early, rushing back to your room and telling your father ‘you’re super sleepy’ just so you could have two hours at night to call him and shit talk both of your families.

you two would complain about the fundraisers, your parents, your mutuals, the reporters. you guys would just talk about anything, even going as far as sending pictures randomly throughout the day to give eachother updates.

for the first time, you had finally felt understood.

one night, after hours of texting while your father thought you were peacefully sleeping, heeseung messaged you something you could never tell anyone about.

heeseung: so.. when am i seeing you again?

your heart has genuinely never raced faster, you knew you should say no. you have to say no.

instead, you replied,

you: how does wednesday sound?

heeseung: perfect

then came wednesday, you have been preparing yourself for this day all week. you even got your hair recolored, did laser, washed your hair with your delicious toasted vanilla shampoo, and even used your special occasion ‘chocolate shower gel’ all over your body.

you two agreed on meeting at an underground bar, meant for celebrities who want to take a break without getting mobbed by invasive people. you thought it would be way too risky to have heeseung pick you up, so instead you both separately arrived at the bar.

the building was super sketchy, the wallpaper was barely on and dust was collected everywhere. you did your best to hope that you wouldn’t get kidnapped and entered the (even sketchier) elevator. once you reached the basement, you were met with the most beautiful bar you’ve ever seen.

it was dark, the light wasn’t yellow or white, it was red. the red light created a surreal atmosphere and wasn’t too intense, there were a few people, not anyone you knew. you looked around and locked eyes with the softest gaze you’ve ever seen.

‘hi y/n’

‘hi heeseung’ you smiled

you both sat at a two seater table, it was intimate, but not awkward. you guys actually managed to get along really well, probably even better than when you guys would text or call. his knee would occasionally brush over yours, but he never moved it away first.

and safe to say, it went pretty well.

until your phone started ringing, and the only people who would call you were heeseung or your father. clearly it wasn’t heeseung so your body instantly started heating up when you realised who it was. ‘fuck- my fathers calling me’

‘oh uh.. come with me’ heeseung grabbed your wrist, his touch feeling feather light. he quickly dragged you to an unused room where no one was allowed. ‘answer the call here, it’s quiet’

you answer his call, putting on that fake smile you always have with him even though he can’t even see you.

‘hi daddy! what’s up’ your voice shaking just a bit,

‘where are you?, you know we have to attend a campaign early tomorrow’ your fathers voice has that familiar aggressiveness to it.

‘oh- i’m trying to buy a new dress for it, you know.. and i also need makeup so im shopping, ill be home soon i promise’

‘be home before 12, it’s already 10 and the campaign is at 8am tomorrow.’

you blindly agree with anything he says and manage to convince him you will definitely be home by 12. you cut the call and sigh while putting your phone back into your pocket, apologizing to heeseung.

you notice it, you notice how heeseung can’t take his eyes off your lips, you notice how his hands hover over your waist, you notice his breath becoming uneven.

you take it upon yourself to grab his collar and crash your lips onto his, his fingers digging into your waist as his knee finds its way between your thighs, settling right onto your cunt.

his hands guide your hips to grind him, his mouth muffle your moans he quickly makes his way onto his knees.

‘heeseung..’

‘just let me do this baby, just relax okay?’ his pushes up your dress until it rests on your hips, uncovering your drenched panties. ‘fuck, already soaked? just from grinding?’ he laughs.

your grip tightens in his hair, ‘shut up’ you smile despite yourself. he slides your panties down to your knees, not bothering to take them fully off. he pushes your thighs apart making your legs open giving him a a full view of your aching heat. the smile on his face doesn’t leave even when he latches his mouth right onto your clit.

fuck, you don’t know if it’s because of how hot he looks on his knees, or the adrenaline pumping through your veins knowing you may get caught, or if it’s even the fact your father thinks your buying dresses instead of having his rivals son eating you out, but the coil in your stomach tightens insanely fast.

you didn’t think he could be this skilled, his tongue takes its time exploring every inch of you, intertwining with your folds while his fingers finally ease their way into your heat. his tongue and fingers working simultaneously making you uncontrollably spill out moans, you were so vocal and responsive it didn’t take long for heeseung to become frustrated with his own growing hardness.

he increased his speed and pressure, sucked deeper till your fingers pulled on his hair so hard his scalp started burning. when he layed a gentle kiss right onto your clit, you instantly became undone. ‘look at you, dripping onto my tongue and shaking from just my fingers’

he smoothly got up, his hair messed up from your grip. his fingers push past your lips and you instinctively suck on them, tasting yourself on him. ‘good girl’ he releases his fingers from you, taking the into his own mouth to clean up whatever you left.

‘heeseung please,’ you say out of breath

‘tell me baby, what do you want?’ his hands travel up your sides and he gives you small kiss onto your cheek.

‘i want you to fuck me’

he lets out a smile once again before diving back into your mouth, his tongue forcing its way through your lips and savoring every inch of your mouth. he pulls himself away, a strand of saliva still connecting you two while you help him undo his belt and take his jeans off.

to no surprise, he was big. your mind instantly questioning if he would even fit in you. ‘wait..will it fit?’

he kisses you again ‘i’ll make it fit’ he pulls you into his arms and makes you wrap your legs around his waist before slamming your back into the wall, and in one thrust, burying himself in you. fuck, you thought you teared something from how much he stretched you.

he didn’t wait for you to adjust, he instantly started thrusting, your dress riding up higher and higher your body. you’ve been fucked before, but most guys were clumsy and only cared about making themselves cum. but heeseung? he could make you cum untouched, he repeatedly hit the spot inside of you that put you in absolute euphoria. your eyes squeezed shut, trying hard to not scream and get the employees attention while you get fucked in a room you are definitely not allowed to be in.

‘fuck baby, you’re so- tight’ heeseung groans himself, it was like you were made for his dick, perfectly molded to fit him inside you. ‘your father would fucking kill you if he saw you right now, moaning- fuck- moaning like a slut on his rivals sons dick- shit- right?’ he could feel you clench tighter at his words, he was right. you knew nobody could find out about this, you both would be dead. it didn’t take long for you to cum all over him again, your cunt already sensitive from the last orgasm. shortly after he thrusted harder, faster, chasing his own high. you suck on a spot on his neck which makes him instantly release hot ropes of cum inside of you. you felt him filling you up entirely, you were so fucked out you didn’t even care he didn’t wear a condom. you’d figure that out later, a morning after pill will fix it right?

he stays inside of you, your legs still wrapped around him when he meets your gaze. he looks just as fucked as you are, he rests his lips on yours again. your hands making way to his jaw, pulling him closer.

how were you two supposed to keep this secret?

[wonvelvet]

JUNGWON PRINTING A SONSET STICKER BAAHGAAHAHAHAHH

well i told u guys he’d update his tiktok knowledge 🥹😂 and if i told u guys this was inspired by a REAL incident i had where my friend printed a sonset sticker to motivate me to study 🫣

[wonvelvet]

lowk heeseung or sunghoon or idk u choose but like smut plus fluff based on this song 😂😂🫰🏿🫰🏿

wait… u lowkey just put me on this song is so cunty.. i was gonna originally make this for heeseung but after listening to the song it’s definitely sunghoon coded so here u go, one fresh and hot serving of munch sunghoon just for u ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

[wonvelvet]

t-shirt & panties .𖥔 ݁ ˖

⁀➴ in which, you are super needy, luckily you have a hot boyfriend to help take care of you! ⊹ . ˙ ܀ ୨୧. — requested ꪆৎ

tags: unprotected sex (smut mdni) sexting, dom sunghoon, edging, #muchsunghoon, a lil fluff at the end, based off the song ‘tshirt & panties’ by adina howard. — 1.2k

horny was an understatement, you were dying to be pleasured. you tried and tried to relieve yourself by shoving your fingers inside of you, but to no surprise.. it never works. the only person who can free you from this burden is none other than your loving boyfriend, sunghoon.

unfortunately though, he’s not home. something about work? friends? you don’t know, he’s weirdly mysterious. nonetheless, you take it upon yourself to let him know how needy you are without him.

you: thinking about u

yikes, that was kinda cringy.. but what else were u supposed to say? come home and fuck me till i can’t breathe?

surprisingly, it didn’t take long for him to reply.

hoon: what are you wearing right now

oh shit, is he horny too? well then fuck it, you’ll just let him know how fucking pleasure deprived you’re feeling. to his question, ur wearing a cute white t-shirt and.. you were wearing panties, but after you tried to fuck yourself dumb on your fingers… they’re currently discarded on the floor of your bedroom.

in a bold move, you decide to send a picture of your body. your t-shirt dangerously pushed up, your bare legs slightly opened just a little, showcasing your glistening wetness. you’ve sexted sunghoon before, but you were embarrassingly wet this time. i mean, you’ve tried to make yourself cum atleast five times, of course she’s soaked.

he read your message a few minutes ago, but you have yet to get a reply. was he with his friends? ugh, great. you got yourself ready and even more wet just for him to leave you on fucking read? what a bitch.

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

after sadly cleaning yourself up with a bunch of tissues, you decided to just tell your cunt to stop pulsing until your boyfriend comes home. now, your panties are back on and instead of pleasing yourself on your bed, you’re now watching some stupid show on said bed.

that is until you hear the door to your apartment open and close, and very aggressively. you did not wanna get robbed, especially in the disgustingly needy state you’re in right now. before you even have time to grab something to defend yourself with, your bedroom door opens.

it’s sunghoon, your boyfriend.

fuck, finally! you thought your pussy would’ve genuinely explode if she hadn’t had an orgasm in five minutes.

‘hi baby’ you desperately try to hide the fact that your panties are absurdly wet talking to sunghoon.

‘fuck baby you looked so beautiful’ it didn’t take him long to absolutely crash his lips onto yours. this kiss was anything but gentle, it was incredibly hungry. his tongue forced its way past your lips and made sure to explore every single inch of your mouth. sunghoons hand slips between your bodies and rests right onto your covered clit. ‘so fucking wet.. let me take care of you ‘kay?’

god you’ve been waiting for this moment all day, your legs instinctively open to let your boyfriend lay a gentle kiss onto your navel before aligning his mouth on top of your aching heat. his fingers hook into your panties and quickly pull them off. he spreads your legs even further using his palms before diving straight into you.

he savors every inch of you, your clit feeling the familiar sensation of sunghoons tongue playing with it. your moans spill out uncontrollably, you were way more vocal today. you can tell sunghoon noticed by the way his smile never left his face even while devouring your cunt.

your hand intertwines with his hair, your grip getting tighter when he thrusts his tongue into your entrance, repeatedly hitting that spot that your fingers could never reach. it was all too much.

right when you were finally going to reach the high you have been chasing this whole day, he takes his mouth off of you. his chin drenched in your wetness, is he fucking serious? couldn’t it have been more obvious how sexually frustrated you were? and he wanted to edge you instead of letting you finally reach the orgasm you desperately need after unsuccessfully masturbating all day?

to your protests, all he had to say was ‘let me take my time with you baby, gonna make sure i fuck you so deep you can only think of me’

he pushes up your t-shirt to uncover your bare chests, ‘my baby, you must’ve been so mad’ he latches his mouth onto your right nipple, circling his tongue over the peak, sending a bolt of electricity straight to your cunt. ‘your pussy so fucking drenched, but only i can make you cum right?’ he moves to your other nipple, delivering the same exact attention as the first.

he moves up your chest, laying firm kisses on your collarbone and neck before finding your own lips. his hand starting to rub tight circles onto your clit while you moan into his mouth. he removes his mouth from you, his chin covered in the mix of you twos saliva and your wetness. he finally lets you help him take his jeans off of him.

he lets out a groan when you wrap your fingers around his member, slightly stroking it while he aligns himself at your enterance. with a gentle thrust, he buries himself in you. one thing about your boyfriend, you can feel his dick all up in your intestines.

‘sunghoon- fuck’ his gentle thrusts quickly turn brutal, he’s so fucking deep inside of you, he can see himself in your stomach. a slight bulge forming near your navel whenever he pushes in, just the sight of it could make him orgasm.

it didn’t take you long to cum, especially with his dick filling you up so deep and his hands playing with your clit. he didn’t slow down when you climaxed, he sped up to reach his own high, putting you onto the edge of overstimulation. with one final thrust, he came deeply inside you. when he pulled himself out, he pushed his cum back into your cunt with his fingers. ‘you wanted me so bad all day, sending me pictures of your legs open like a slut? keep all of me inside you’

and you thought you were done, until you felt the stimulation of sunghoons tongue back on your pussy, his tongue sucking onto your clit making your back arch.

‘too much..’ he wasn’t just eating you out, he was fucking absorbing you. he was eating you like a man starved. ‘just one more baby, cum for me’ and you did, and hard.

he swiped his tongue from down to up once more to clean up your mess, ‘so pretty’ huh, even after demolishing you he’s so sweet.

he rests on your chest for a while, letting you play with his hair while you both calm down from your highs. soon he grabs a towel to clean you up, your overflowing wetness and throbbing cunt finally relieved after a longgg day.

sunghoon runs you a bath, letting you relax while he cleans your body gently, laying soft small kisses all over your face. after you both are clean and dry, he’ll let you rest in his arms on your bed, finally calming your neediness till u both fall sound asleep.

k/n: wooh! was dat a lot!! idk if this was accurate enough for the song i lowkey rushed this n the fluff was kinda lame but i think they cute .✦ ݁˖ hope u enjoyed :p

[wonvelvet]

yo yo!! i love the way u write hardcore 😭 i have a req for heeseung, something that has to do with hickeys? feel free to use all of your imagination! :))

thank u sm i love u 🥹 also first request on this blog so CONGRATSTULARIONS you’re in the history books 🔥🔥 and yes the h in heeseung stands for hickeys so here u go! ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐

[wonvelvet]

national treasures ⋆ . ࿔ ˚ hickeys — mdni

────୨ৎ────

heeseung is obsessed with the idea of marking you, he loves making you straddle his lap while he takes his time kissing your neck, especially when you squirm when he sucks at the sensitive spot near your ear.

he’ll travel down your neck to your collarbone, leaving tender, soft kisses before gently sucking on the spot leaving it red and sore. to soothe the pain, he’ll flatten his tongue and lick it over.

he’ll reach your chest, teasing your aching nipple by leaving soft marks right next to it. his free hand sliding up your sides when he finally takes one nipple into his mouth.

not long after, his mouth will find its way back to your neck. leaving another reddish-purple mark at the bottom before crashing his lips onto yours, his tired tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

you can’t help but grind at his growing hardness, your moans being muffled by his own mouth. his hand on the back of your neck pushing you impossibly closer. when he finally lets go of your mouth with a strand of saliva connecting you two, he’ll gently kiss all the fresh marks he left down your chest.

his soft fingers rub over the mark, his lips leaving one last kiss at the base of your throat before tenderly kissing your forehead, ‘good job baby’.

— req by anon .𖥔 ݁ ˖

[wonvelvet]

masterlist .✦ ݁˖

here’s everything i’ve written so far, enjoy! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

— everything on here contains smut (mdni) you can find all my sfw stuff on my main blog @wonfive .𖥔 ݁ ˖

lee heeseung ₊˚⊹ 🎐 ˖ ࣪

— love galore.

in which you, a middle school english teacher, gets a little bit too close with a students father.

— make them know.

overstimulation drabble ✦

— dreamin.

somnophilia drabble ✦

— national treasures.

hickeys drabble ✦

— never be yours.

in which, you and heeseung were born into rival political dynasties and expected to be enemies, but instead, you end up falling in love.

— nobody new.

in which your boyfriend, lee heeseung, finds a different way to help you study.

park sunghoon ₊˚⊹ 🎐 ˖ ࣪

— t-shirt & panties.

in which, you are super needy, luckily you have a hot boyfriend to help take care of you!

i usually only write for heeseung & jungwon bcs theyre my biases, i may sprinkle a lil jake a few times though ⊹ ࣪ ˖ but if i get a request to write for any other member, i definitely will so feel free to request anything (except non-con/rape or incest)

divider by pawcify ⊹ ࣪ ˖

[wonvelvet]

love galore ⋆ . ࿔ ˚

⁀➴ in which you, a middle school english teacher, get a little bit too close with a students father… ⊹ . ˙ ܀ ୨୧. 2.9k

warnings: explicit language, lots of swearing, very corny jokes (middle school yk…), smut so mdni, unprotected sex, car sex, a lil degradation + edging and bla bla the usual ofc

‘ugh this fucking printer sucks’ you’ve been trying to print some stupid worksheets for your seventh graders, just an average 9am morning for you.

‘language, miss l/n’ there he goes, mr park jongseong, being the little goody two shoes he is. it’s like, we get you were a teachers pet back in high school, but do you really need to keep that up as a 28 year old adult???

you sigh and slam the printer once again in hopes that it will magically start working, ‘why do you even need worksheets as an english teacher, don’t you just teach them the ABCs?’

haha. fucking mr sim jaeyun, the comedian! how has he already managed to ruin your day at 9:21am? ‘i’m sorry.. did a PE teacher just try to make a joke about real work? work that you actually learn from? that’s funny’ you scoff.

all anger aside, you enjoy working at a shitty and cheap school that groups the middle schoolers and high schoolers together so that there is absolutely no space to breathe during transition times, atleast you get some entertainment.

that entertainment being the hot single dads who you get to have private face to face meetings with. you must say, it’s not your proudest moment eye fucking a broke single father during a parent teacher meeting while their child’s work on your desk goes untouched, but you can say you’ve never actually.. fucked them before?

the most you’ve done is make out while their hand explores between your thighs, of course you never actually get to the good part because you’re always short on time… but you know deep down, it’s because you don’t want to lose your job.

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your last period is finally over, you thought you genuinely would’ve passed out after having to bear a full hour of a bunch of 12 year olds teaching you the lore behind ‘clavicular getting mogged by ASU frat leader’ and ‘marlon disappearing for a week’ but you managed to pull through, and.. you have a free period to end the day!

you love your schedule on tuesday as you get a full hour at the end of the day to rest and do your work in silence. however, recently that ‘silence’ usually gets interrupted by your fuckass coworker mr jaeyun. as soon as he found out you both have free last periods, he has been on your ass nonstop. to make it worse, he insists he HAS to walk you there too.

so, as usual you’re walking with mr jaeyun to your classroom. ‘you really don’t know what 67 is?’ jake giggles. god, you thought you were finally done with those middle school humour jokes, ‘you don’t feel a little ashamed that you’re a grown man who laughs at numbers?’

‘nope, i think 67 is hilarious actually and i think you’re just boring’ oh god he’s so cringe.. ‘hey- im not bori-‘

oh my god.

you stop walking which makes jake bump into you, ‘bro what the fuck’ he looks up to see what you’re so shocked at. ‘i don’t get it.. it’s just a guy standing infront of your door- oh wait.. is that your boyfriend or something??’

‘no jake- it’s fucking lee heeseung’ you push jake out of the way and face towards him, pushing your shirt down to show more of your cleavage, fluffing your hair to give you more volume and trying to curl your lashes with your fingers. ‘quickly tell me, do i look hot?’

‘i think you look like a slut’

‘perfect’

you quickly discard your laptop and coffee and throw them into jake’s hands and make your way to your classroom, unsuccessfully trying to walk seductively. you make eye contact with the hottest guy you’ve ever met.

lee heeseung is the dad of one of your sixth graders, he’s so fucking beautiful you’ve been plotting on him since the first day of school. he’s never attended a parent teacher meeting so you’ve never got to actually have a face to face meeting with him to soak in his pretty brown eyes and his absolute perfect nose shaped by the gods.

‘hey mr lee, what’s up!’ okay, maybe you chose a tone a little bit too casual, but it’s okay because he seems to not mind it as he responds with a ‘hi miss y/n, can i talk to you privately’ fuck yes you can!

you tell him to follow you inside your classroom, pulling a chair infront of your desk where he can sit on. as you both sit down in your chairs, you notice jake peeking though the small little glass window from the hallway.

while heeseung is distracted, you quickly gesture a ‘fuck off’ to jake and tell him to get his ass out of here, to which he just rolls his eyes and walks off. now you and heeseung are alone, oh my gosh. you’ve fantasied this every single night.

‘so, what would you like to talk about’ god you sound so desperate it’s kinda embarrassing, ‘uh i actually wanted to talk to you about my son, seojun.’

obviously he wanted to talk about his son, you’re his fucking teacher. ‘oh yeah! seojun is great, he’s good at his work and to be honest, he’s probably the only student i teach that makes me laugh’ you really liked seojun, he’s very smart and isnt disrespectful like your other students.

‘actually, he’s in trouble with mr yang, something about him making a ‘rude’ joke towards him? im not really sure, i know seojun likes you and im here to ask you to maybe talk to mr yang about it..? or i dont know just help me solve this im sorry i know its a lot to ask’

oh my sweet sweet boy, it’s not a lot to ask! mr yang aka yang jungwon is the head of secondary, and funny enough, your favorite coworker! not only is he super cute, he’s very easy to talk and rant to. ‘oh omg! of course i’ll help you, keep this between us but me and mr yang are kindaaa best friends.’

heeseung lets out the most beautiful and softest smile you’ve ever seen in your life, ‘great, thank you so much really. can i offer you something? maybe take you out for coffee or something? this was really kind of you.’

it’s finally happening… ‘a coffee sounds nice’

‘perfect, can i pick you up from school tomorrow?’

it was so so hard to contain your smile, ‘yup, i’ll see you then’

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‘woah, you really are a slut aren’t you’ what a nice way to start your morning, ‘jake- how am i slut for helping a parent?

you’re in the staff room, you, mr jaeyun and mr yang. no one really invited jake but he’s here so whatever?… today is the day you talk to mr yang about seojun and bag lee heeseung as a small bonus.

‘because you’re clearly planning to fuck him after, i mean- jungwon are you hearing this? her intentions are clearly unethical’

‘don’t be such a tryhard jake’ oh my god, jake is literally ruining your chances here.

‘jake and y/n, i know you both teach middle school, but why do you both argue as if you guys are the middle schoolers.’ ugh now jungwon is not on your side, thanks a lot jake.

‘actually jungwon, seojuns dad came to school and talked to me about some problem you and seojun had? what was it about? seojun is a nice kid’

jungwon takes a longgg sip of his coffee before answering with ‘i caught him walking in the hallways without a pass mid lesson and when i asked him where he was supposed to be he said ‘wouldn’t you like to know weather boy’, i didn’t know what it meant but it sounded quite rude so i gave him detention’

jake snorts while drinking his own coffee and spills some onto you to which you respond with an ‘ew jake’ and push him by his chest. ‘i didn’t know seojun was funny! jungwon, he was referencing a meme, haven’t you seen it on insta? on tiktok?’

‘i don’t use those devil worshipping apps’

‘okayy so jungwon this was clearly a misunderstanding and seojun was just using his middle school humor on you but must’ve forgot you’re like i don’t know 27? i don’t have a clear idea on your age.. but could you remove his detention?’

‘hm.. okay i guess, i think i have to update my knowledge on what jokes these kids.. and jake, are using these days’

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you’ve curled your lashes, did a cute hairstyle, pulled up your skirt just a little, and now finally it’s the end of the day and you’re waiting outside of the school entrance for heeseung to pick you up.

you must say he’s kinda late, it’s been 30 minutes since school ended and even jake left, to make it worse he looked genuinely surprised that you were still waiting for him.

30 minutes turns to an hour, and even fucking jay left, the stupid tryhard who stays after school to do extra work left. ‘fucking cunt’ you babble to yourself in hopes to make you feel better, it doesn’t. what kind of bastard leaves a girl waiting and doesn’t even show up.

you have his number, from the school address and number list, but why should you text him? he’s the one who said he’d take you out. ‘ugh whatever’

you got all dolled up just for today, and the only person who actually complimented you was your fucking creepy perverted uber driver.

after a sad 25 minute drive home, you unwind and try to distract yourself by marking a bunch of english tests, that almost everybody failed! great. to make yourself feel better, you invite jake over. i mean.. he’s a PE teacher right? he can’t have anything more important to do.

‘maybe he’s taken’

‘nah i don’t think so, or else his wife would’ve came to talk to you about seojun instead of sending him’

‘okay so he’s gay!’

jake looks at you with a blank expression, almost as if in disgust. ‘you think he’s gay because he didn’t take you out for coffee..?’

‘i think he’s gay because if he’s single why wouldn’t he want to take a beautiful girl like me to drink coffee and.. yeah.. fuck!’

jake shakes his head, ‘you’re crazy’. maybe you are, but wouldn’t anyone go crazy after getting stood up by a hot guy? and so, you and jake just spend the rest of the day shit talking other teachers while you force him to mark the exams you can’t be bothered to do.

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‘seojun!’ oops, you accidentally yelled that a little bit too loud. it’s the next day and you’re determined to find out why heeseung ‘couldn’t show up’ yesterday.

to no surprise all seojun told you was some unfunny youtube shorts joke instead of telling you what you actually needed from him.

and finally it’s the end of the day, the day was lowkey boring, jake got into an argument with sunghoon, the high school PE teacher, jay was basically on his knees for jungwons approval, to be honest, the only actually interesting thing that happened today was jungwon printing a ‘SONset’ tiktok reaction sticker, to prove that he’s up to date on all the memes.

as you pack up your desk to leave, a knock on the door makes you say without looking ‘jake i don’t have time for your shit’.

oh shit, it’s heeseung.

‘oh my god- i’m sorry i thought you were my coworker-‘

heeseung chuckles and walks towards you, no no y/n do not get fooled by this man, he stood you up. be careful…

to your surprise, heeseung apologizes for not picking you up yesterday as ‘he was busy at work’ okay? lame fucking excuse.

‘could i take you now? if you’re not busy’

all the self respect you thought you had flew out the door as you shamefully accepted heeseungs invitation and got into his car. his car was nice, you don’t know much about cars but this definitely felt luxury. ‘wait what about seojun?’

this was the perfect moment to finally get the answer to the question you’ve been dying to ask.

‘did your wife pick him up already?’

you can tell he got a little bit… confused with the question ‘yeah..’

ugh what the fuck? you just got insanely turned off, why is he picking up a girl while his wife picks up their son? what a cunt.

‘my ex wife did, we got divorced when seojun was 5’

THANK YOU TO ANY AND ALL GODS WHO LISTENED TO YOUR PRAYERS. he’s single!!! it was so hard to keep your celebration silent, you’re pretty sure the smile on your face was enough to tell him you were so so happy he was single, you could’ve sent a whole 5 minute voice message to jake now saying ‘in your face’ and celebrate with absolute joy but there was no time to play games now.

you made it your life’s mission to fuck this guy today, not tomorrow, today.

on the way to the coffee shop, there was surprisingly no awkwardness at all, you both got along well and talked about a lot of things including seojun. you could tell he really loved his son, it was so cute you almost didn’t notice his right hand barley touching your thigh.

‘can you pull over?’ you just can’t wait.

he pulled over without question, once he parked in an area clear of people, he looked at you, assuming you had to do something or whatever.. girl problems? he’s not sure to be honest.

you look up at him too, slightly nervous when you meet his intense gaze. you try and mentally prepare yourself when he asks ‘what’s wrong y/n’ he dropped the miss? fuck.

you crash your lips onto his, you initially planned to be gentle, but this kiss was anything but gentle, his tongue explored your mouth first, suprised by his straightforwardness you don’t realize his free hand made its way to in between your thighs.

you gasp as his fingers rub over your clothed folds, ‘fuck, you’re soaked already?’ he lets out a soft giggle in between kisses, you pull away from his face ‘shut up, i’ve been waiting for this for two days’ and he pulls you back into his mouth.

you can feel him smile during the kiss while he guides you up from the passenger seat to straddle his lap, you can’t help but grind against his hardness. he lets you do it for a bit before lifting up your skirt to take off your panties. your hand flies to his belt when he grabs your wrist, ‘no, not yet baby’

he latches his mouth onto your neck, sucking on your most sensitive spot while easing two of his fingers into you, fuck you’ve been fingered before, but his fingers really hit the spot most guys can never reach.

you ride his fingers while his hand explores under your shirt, cold fingers moving up your sides and rubbing your covered nipples. you did feel a little embarrassed at how much you were moaning at just his fingers, but it feels so good who gives a fuck!

right when you were at the edge, he releases his fingers from you, bringing them to your mouth. instinctively, you open your mouth and suck his fingers, tasting yourself on him. once he takes them out, a string of saliva keeps you connected, he then sucks his fingers himself to clean up whatever you missed, ‘you taste so fucking sweet’

‘heeseung please’ you were already begging, heeseung smiles before responding with ‘please what? tell me what you want’

‘i want you to fuck me’

‘only since you asked so nicely’ you helped him free himself from his jeans, oh shit. he was big, would it even fit in you? you almost shivered at the thought.

he aligned himself right at your entrance, letting out a long groan while you sank down onto his thick hard length, fuck he stretched you so much it burned so good, you couldn’t help yourself and had started grinding immediately. you were pretty sure the car was shaking from how much you were moving.

‘you’re so fucking tight’ his mouth finds yours again, swallowing your moans as he repeatedly hits that spot that makes you feel pure euphoria. ‘what a fucking slut, fucking your students- fuck- dad’

maybe jake was right, you are a slut!

heeseung’s hand finds its way to your clit and rubs tight circles, the dual stimulation making you see fucking stars, he lifts up your shirt and lets his tongue flatten onto your clothed nipple before hooking a finger into your bra and pushing it down to uncover it. it was getting too much, you let out a borderline pornographic moan as you came undone on top of him.

not long after he chased his own high, his thrusts getting more erratic and his composure cracking. ‘where do- you want it’ at this point, you were so fucked out you practically begged him to cum inside you, and to which he did.

you stayed on top of him, he tucked his head into the crook of your neck while you both calmed down from your climaxes, he rubbed your back slowly, and then moved your hair from your face while he pulled you into a deep, gentle kiss.

safe to say, you guys were definitely not done yet.

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k/n: guys i lowkey made this super bored So pls guys pls pls Guys yo guys pls yes enjoy i laughed at my own jokes in this