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wonyoung is so pretty

A very young Diana Vishneva at Vaganova Ballet Academy. A funny photo by Pavel Markin.

wonyoung is so pretty

♛ Manon (choreographed by Kenneth Macmillan)

EN MASTERLIST ( ◞◟)ᶻ

GROUP WORKS !

LEE HEESEUNG | 이희승

1:20

PARK JONGSEONG | 박종성

in a good way

falling asleep with him in his gaming chair.

PARK SUNGHOON | 박성훈

how to disappear

popular boy loves his quiet girl.

KIM SUNOO | 김선우

fever

you take care of your boyfriend when he hides his fever.

YANG JUNGWON | 양정원

birthday

waking jungwon up to say happy birthday.

NISHIMURA RIKI | 西村力

be my valentine?

brief summary . . a valentine festival was announced and yn made it her plan to get her long time crush, yang jungwon to be her valentine with the help of his best friend. but, does it work out?

mess

riki creates a mess when he tries making cupcakes for your birthday.

© eulris!

nonsense — pt 2 (s.jy)

SUMMARY: previously, jake asked you to teach him how to properly use his big dick. the lesson doesn’t exactly go as planned… PAIRING: bestfriend/roommate!jake x reader (afab) GENRE: smut (minors dni) WARNINGS: smut, size/bulge kink, dacryphilia, masochism/mentions of pain from penetration(?), unprotected sex (pls use protection) WORD COUNT: 1.9k A/N: sorry for the wait but it’s finally here, also apologies for the messy pacing and abrupt ending i seriously had no motivation to finish this lol

read part 1 here

You spent the next week on edge, tiptoeing around the apartment. A part of you hoped there wouldn’t be any awkwardness or tension after you practically pounced on him, crossing the barrier that best friends, and roommates especially, weren’t supposed to. But you were foolish to assume that once Jake came down from his high, he wouldn’t start avoiding you at all costs.

It was painfully obvious. He would come home late at night, only coming to the kitchen to eat while you were in the shower, and locking himself in his room until you left for class the next morning. You couldn’t help but assume he regretted what happened, and you felt an ugly twist in your stomach at the thought that he didn’t enjoy any of it, or worse, that you had pressured him into the act. 

You were quietly cracking open the door to your bedroom, wanting to quickly grab something from the kitchen when the door to Jake’s room, directly across from yours, also opened. You stopped in your tracks, making brief eye contact with him before you were directing your gaze to the floor. If he hadn’t seen you, you probably would’ve closed the door and crawled back into your room.

The pounding of your heart was ringing in your ear. As much as you hated confrontation, you hated the idea of walking on eggshells around your own damn roommate and best friend. The least you both could do was talk it out, deem it a one-time mistake and try to forget about it. You took a deep breath and squeezed your eyes shut, leaning against the doorframe.

“Fuck it,” you breathed out. “About last week…”

“Yeah,” he was blurting out before you could even continue. 

You were looking up at him now. He was fresh out of the shower, hair wet and towel wrapped around his neck. Droplets of water forming at the ends of his hair were beginning to fall beside his bare feet from his prolonged stance in the same position. He didn’t miss the way your eyes trailed along the veins that ran up his bare arms. 

You tore your eyes away from his body to make eye contact with him, mentally cursing at yourself for feeling more and more turned on as the seconds passed. However, while you expected him to look anxious or flustered, you found him looking at you with an unreadable expression, almost similar to how he watched you last week, with you on your knees in front of him and his hands buried in your hair. 

You were unconsciously rubbing your thighs together and shifting uncomfortably on your feet from his intense stare. A sudden wave of confidence washed over you before you were closing your own door and striding into Jake’s, pulling him with you by his bicep. The familiar lights from his PC gave you a sense of deja vu. 

He tore your grip off him from behind you. 

“I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered. You winced, thinking you had misread his intentions and were in the middle of making a fool of yourself.

Jake, on the other hand, was panicking over his inability to exert self control and how you’d react if you found out that he touched himself every night this week to the mental image of your pretty lips wrapped around him.

But it was Jake this time who was mouthing fuck it before he closed the gap between you, hands coming up to grab at the sides of your face and press his lips against yours. You audibly sighed into his mouth before you were a mess of tangled limbs in the sheets, clothes strewn in a trail leading from the door to his bed.

Jake tried his best not to ogle at your bare chest, instead looking down at his own cock, standing tall and proud against his abdomen.

You gaped, reminded of just how big he was.

Jake stopped his movements upon sensing your hesitance, wanting to make sure this was something you wanted and that he wasn’t overstepping any boundaries. He was kneeling on the bed, boxers thrown to the floor while you were lying flat, a pillow under your head.

“I, uh, I’ve never been able to get it in,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish look.

You threw your head back in laughter. “You mean, like, you couldn’t find her hole?” The thought of virgin Jake hopelessly struggling amused you, yet your heart softened at just how inexperienced he seemed.

He winced at your comment, softly chuckling as he shook his head. “No, like I could never fit it in with other girls before.”

Oh. You didn’t even realize that was an actual problem people had. Did that technically make him a virgin still? 

You sat up on your elbows, heart racing at the implication. “What the hell makes you think I can take it, then?”

His eyes widened and he immediately shifted lower on the bed to pull at your underwear, ready to prep you. For some reason, he just assumed you’d be able to take him since you were experienced. He truly had no idea how big he was.

Your underwear was hooked just above your knees as he reached out, dragging two fingers up your folds to collect your arousal and bringing it to his lips. His tongue poked out the corner of his mouth as he licked at his digit, moaning in the process. 

You pulled him by the wrist, his fingers reluctantly leaving his mouth. “What are you doing?”

“I’m gonna finger you first, needa stretch you out,”

“N-no, I can take it.”

“But you just said—”

“I said I can take it.”

The sudden thrill of a challenge, to see whether you were capable of taking all of him, sent a shiver down your spine. 

He stared at the wet patch on the front of your underwear, running his index finger along it. “I wanna eat you out, though,” his lips in a pout. “You taste so good,” he was whining, eyes fixated on your glistening, leaking core.

Your heart did a somersault. “We have all the time in the world for that, Jake,” you couldn’t help but smile. “But I need you inside me— now,” you muttered, your expression quickly turning into one of sultry desperation.

“F-fuck, okay.”

His knees shifted forward as he aligned the head of his cock with your sopping cunt, pushing in at an excruciatingly slow pace. You feel like you’re being torn apart in the most delicious way, the stretch addicting and your mouth falls open at the sensation. You’re usually not great with pain, but you know it’ll all be worth it once Jake starts thrusting into you.

He finally bottomed out on top of you, a shaky breath releasing from his lips. You mentally thanked yourself for choosing this position, knowing very well that you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you were on top. Jake’s eyes were squeezed shut, a visible sheen of sweat across his forehead.

He was embarrassed to tell you directly, but with it being Jake’s first time, it was taking everything in him to not pull out and slam back into you. He wasn’t sure how long he could stay like this, your walls clamping onto him for dear life. 

You swore you could feel him in your stomach. He was pulling out before you could complain, leaving just the tip in so he could compose himself and relieve some of the pain he assumed you were in. A whine left your lips, protesting as you hooked your legs around his waist and pulled him back inside you. He sobbed out a cry of your name, bottoming out again and hiding his face in your neck.

Your slick was doing wonders to aid his cock in and out of you. He licked and nipped between your collarbones as he kept a somewhat consistent pace, his cock nearly slipping out from your wetness each time he pulled back. Lifting his head from the crook of your neck, he peered down at you through hooded eyes, watching as you mumbled mindlessly.

“S-so full, mmph, need—ah, Jake, need you to fill me up, oh f-fuck y-yeah that’s it, harder!” Every word of yours was interrupted by a rhythmic, sharp thrust, causing you to inch back toward the headboard.

He chewed on his bottom lip, mesmerized at the sight of you falling apart on his cock. 

“So perfect, such a perfect cock…” your voice came out in a purr. You were saying it mostly to yourself, yet Jake couldn’t help but moan out at how affected he was by your praise.

“Y/N, I-I t-thought you were gonna teach me, fuck,” he groaned, hips snapping at an increasing pace.

You shook your head, apologetic whines leaving your lips. There was nothing to teach him, at least nothing you could teach him in the state you were currently in. 

The sight of you struggling, falling apart on his cock with tears of pleasure threatening to spill from the corner of your eyes, and the way your cries are beginning to sound more and more desperate brings him to full consciousness, awakening a sudden desire in him.

“Then take it back,” he grunted, 

“Huh?” you were mumbling, eyes barely able to stay open.

“Take it back, what you said about not knowing how to use my dick,”

Your breath hitched at his sudden boldness and change of demeanor.

“Say it,”

You gulped down any remaining pride. “J-Jake, fuck, you’re so s-so good with your cock,” you whined. Technically, you were speaking the truth, but you liked it more when he didn’t know how good he was. You liked your boys a little dumb.

“I’m sorry, ‘n I-I take it back,” you mumbled. Jake let out a squeaky moan at your words. You removed your hands that were clawing at his back to pinch at your nipples while you squirmed under him, and he had to close his eyes again to keep himself from cumming.

His pace was faltering from his enthusiastic thrusts, completely lost in his own pleasure and your needy expressions. Reaching down to thumb at your neglected clit with the limited knowledge he had from previous experiences, he noticed a slight bulge against your skin. 

You were writhing underneath him and he angled his hips upward with another experimental thrust, completely hypnotized by the view of his tip protruding right beneath your belly button. You let out a broken cry at the feeling, your climax building rapidly and waves of ecstasy washing over you as your walls spasmed from the combination of his fingers working against your clit and the weight of him pressing down on his bulge through your lower stomach. 

Just as he was impressing himself at how long he’d managed to last, he’s being made aware of your notable size difference. It felt like he was filling you to the hilt with just half his cock pumping in and out of you. With one last clench around him as you began to come down from your high, he was spilling into you with a strained groan of your name, your tight cunt milking him dry.

crush (l. hs)

creep—> pairing. heeseung x female reader

genre. friends older brother AU, explicit smutty smut: filth, the smallest pinch of fluff, M/F

warnings. profanity, alcohol consumption, mild slut shaming, mean dom Heeseung, getting caught, jealousy, choking, oral, breeding, possessiveness, rough unprotected sex. minors DNI.

wc. 5000 now playing. Crush/Jennifer Paige

“surprised you didn’t end up stealing Heeseung’s boxers to keep as some prized treasure.”

“dude seriously? I don’t have a thing for your brother.”

“oh I know. this lifelong crush you’ve had turned into an infatuation years ago.”

conversation with your friend repeated throughout your thoughts for the rest of the week. picking out a new fragrance while asking yourself if Heeseung preferred fruity or floral. prepping cute outfits to wear in case he happens to be home when you head over to study. testing out new hairstyles, maybe he likes how your hair looks up better.

it’s not like everything you do depends on his reaction. it’s just a crush.

at least, you try to convince yourself that it’s just a crush. the problem is Heeseung seems to have forgotten you even exist.

none of the bait you throw out catches your prey. he hasn’t spoken to you once, let alone looked your way; even when you stand right before him he stays adamant in the most inconspicuous of ways to not meet your desperate gaze.

how you went from a silent playful game of chase with suggestive gestures— even just in passing, to nothing at all had really turned your brain upside down.

it shouldn’t bother you, he’s just some guy, some guy who gave you the best orgasm you fear no one will ever be able to top. some guy who’s made you act foolish, purposely dropping your keys before heading back home when you spotted Heeseung sitting on the couch playing video games. even the sad effort of wiggling your ass— intentionally exposed as you took time to pat around for your keys wasn’t enough.

you shouldn’t care, but maybe you do, because whether you admit it or not, you want him. you only want him.

because you have a crush on Heeseung.

Heeseung’s home now, not that it matters. not that you matter to him.

his face never turns to see who’s sat in the living room with his sister, he has to know it’s you. he has to know it’s always you these days; becoming a regular guest ever since he caught you. maybe he had a point— you’re a creep.

“you’re coming to the party this Friday, right?” thoughts disintegrate when your friend snaps her fingers in your face with an annoyed look. “are you even listening to me? I hate when you zone out like that.”

“sorry..” you mumble, quickly sitting up straight in act of pretending you could care less about Heeseung’s presence. not fast enough for his sister to not notice, glancing over her shoulder and rolling her eyes when she spots him by the door.

“as I was saying, Heeseung’s throwing a little get together.” 

it’s hard enough to hide your sudden interest in what she’s saying, twitching at the corners of your lips to control a possible squeal from passing, you nod with lack of care for her to continue.

“you’re coming right? all the guys will be there.”

“sure, what’s the occasion?”

“it’s nothing really,” she scoffs under her breath, ducking her chin with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “he’s trying to impress some girl he’s been obsessed with.”

the jump your throat gives only seems to amuse her even more, twirling the straw in her cup deviously as she goes on. “I guess it’s her last summer here before she heads off to University across the world somewhere. he’s doing the most to swoon her.”

“she’s older than him?” you can’t fight the urge to ask, too curious to learn more. since when does Lee Heeseung get a crush?! why would he even give you the time of day if he had his mind on someone else. 

“yeah, her names Mia, really pretty. out of his league if you ask me.”

Mia. really pretty. older. full of confidence you clearly lack. she glides along the backyard deck like some type of ethereal goddess beckoning suitors to her call at a glance alone.

of course Heeseung likes her, of course he wants to impress her, of course he’s been ignoring you. 

that’s really all you can think of huddled between your group of friends, hiding the lower half of your face behind a red solo cup filled with tepid water as you do your best to control your emotions from flying off the handles. 

no amount of cute outfits and pretty new hairstyles would impress him, you’d always just be his younger sister's friend who gazed at him like you’d give up your world for his attention, because maybe you would.

“what are you even wearing?” one of your friends interrupts your thoughts, giving you the up and down with a snarky smirk.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“your ass is nearly hanging out,” she notes, wagging a pointer finger over your figure. “someone’s trying to get laid tonight.”

“that shouldn’t be too hard.” Heeseung’s sister approaches sporting an uncomfortable wide smile. “Sunghoon’s been cracking jokes that you’re an underwear thief.”

“what?!” you gape, nearly spilling and tossing your cup. 

“sorry!” she waves in the direction where her brother’s friends stand near each other. their heads thrown back letting out obnoxious loud laughter pointing, the tallest amongst them pointing toward you.

“that’s her! pervert little creep that stole Heeseung’s boxers!” Sunghoon exclaims for everyone around to hear. all eyes fall on you, including ones you haven’t felt on yourself in weeks. 

Heeseung stands by Mia, leaning back on his forearms against the fence lining the deck. the pose giving him a laid back cocky aura as if he could care less about how attractive the girl next to him looks.

the girl next to him who also happens to now have noticed you, squinting fiercely as she takes you in. tightening up her hold on the half empty bottle in her clutches, she tilts her head, turning back to face Heeseung. lips moving slowly in a rigid impassive manner. 

the annoyance prickling through her expression only amuses him, smirking before he flicks her chin to make her giggle. the entire act is absolutely sickening to watch, churning your stomach full of water in a nausea inducing way.

“I need a drink.” you blurt, charging toward where a keg sits between 2 set up tables full of energy drinks, shots and various half empty bottles of clear alcohol. 

one problem, you realize— fiddling with the keg in front of you; you don’t drink.

“need help with that, princess?”

his husky vocals tickle the shell of your ear before you can let out a gasped breath, weighty palms settle on your hips, firm chest brushing against your back. “you’re kind of creating a line of people now.”

a look over your shoulder displays 3 people standing in irritation, 1 tapping their foot waving an empty cup at you. 

Jay nudges your lower half, tapping the tip of his nose against the column of your throat. “don’t know how to use that thing, do you?”

“is it that obvious?”

“cute.” Jay huffs out a laugh, maneuvering you to his side. “you have to disengage the tap like this baby.”

he goes on explaining, showing off his bare biceps with extra flex as he turns the tap clockwise. “nice and snug, like that.”

Jay nods, instructing you to tip your cup. “look at how fast you’re learning. see you want to tilt it just right, too much foam is never good.”

“thanks..” 

the beer tastes foul splashing on your tongue regardless of the amount of foam, not even your handsome bartender could help that. 

“don’t like the taste, huh?” Jay smirks, nudging your side. “didn’t think you drank?”

“I don’t.” you confirm, covering your mouth to spit back into your cup. “I don’t understand how anyone could enjoy this.”

“maybe beer’s not your vibe.” he looks over the table, snapping his fingers as he lands on a bottle of blue raspberry vodka. “someone as sweet as you needs something just as sugary.”

“why do you know so much about this?” you wonder, mostly admiring how strong his side profile looks as he concentrates on decorating the rims on two shot glasses with crystalized sugar. 

“you think I could afford to look this good if I didn’t have a bus boy gig on the side?” he grins, filling the two small glasses with a much too bright blue liquid. “I’m trying to get bumped up to a bartender position, better tips.”

turning to face you, he lifts up a slice of lime cut into a triangle. “so don’t forget to tip. I’ll go first.”

with a wink, Jay sets the lime between your lips softly laughing at the surprise crossing your eyes with confusion. dabbing a line of salt on your collarbone, he lifts a shot glass motioning ‘this is how you do it.’

“lick it” he leans in, the waft of freshly washed skin dosed in musky cologne hitting your senses. a wet glide from his tongue drags across your decollate, lapping up the small chunks of salt. “slam it.” 

his throat bobs, strong neck on display as he tosses his head back to swallow down the blue that already has your gut on fire in anticipation, worsening when your pseudo bar tender’s eyes clenched shut from the burn passing down his throat. “and suck it.”

Jay’s mouth crashes against yours with more force than he planned, too excited to shove the lime away and nip at your lips in hopes to snag a kiss. he does exactly that, pushing the slice away with the tip of his tongue in favor of sucking on your lower lip. strong grip returning to your hips to knead at as he pushes closer to your response, parting open for him to explore inside and find your tongue. blue raspberry mixed with bitterness lands in a mix of saliva, battling together for more of a taste.

“what the fuck are you doing?”

Heeseung shoves at Jay’s shoulder, breaking the two of you apart with a sharp scowl drowning his typically pretty features in anger. 

“what? you said you didn’t care!” Jay glowers in return, tossing his friends touch away. “you have Mia to worry about, don’t you?”

Heeseung’s pupils expand faster than he can speak, twitching between his finger tips to control himself from balling up his fist and sending Jay down to the ground. “she’s my sister’s friend, I told you, don’t.”

“she can speak for herself.” Jay nods, tugging you closer to his side by your waist. “am I bothering you, princess?”

Heeseung’s jaw tightens at the nickname, turning to look away to quill raged annoyance racing up his chest. 

he has someone else to worry about.. he likes someone else, someone who’s nothing like you.

“you’re not bothering me..”

“did you hear that Heeseung?” Jay asks, more cocky now with his brow cocked. the other shaking his head before storming off without another word. “don’t think about it.”

Jay does good on distracting you, asking if you got the step by step process or if he should demonstrate one more time. 

“I think I got it, I’m just going to run to the restroom really quick.” you let him know, signaling to give you a minute before spinning to head inside of the house. 

ice cold water rivers down your front, suctioning the material of your flimsy party dress to your flesh. trickles falling down to your feet landing between your toes, drenching through the front of your underwear.

“oh my God!” Mia stands before you, cup in hand near empty as her other lifts to cover her mouth in shock. “my mistake!”

she laughs, dumping the rest of the cup's contents above your head. the chill passing by suddenly much more cold, setting a shiver up your spine. “I’m sure you could find a pair of boxers to dry yourself off with, slut.”

she grins proudly, throwing the plastic solo cup at your feet before turning around, retreating to her group of giggling friends mocking you like a group of children.

Heeseung’s sister rushes over to cover your front, stammering out an apology while directing you into the house quickly. “you can clean off in my room, grab whatever you want to change into from my closet.”

she pushes for you to head up the stairs, mumbling about throwing your clothes in the dryer before you leave. “I’m gonna go find out who told Sunghoon about the dare, and ruin their night!”

she storms off on a mission, leaving you to sulk your way up to her bedroom. a necessity to sit down on the edge of her bed to not get anything wet as you sigh and hang your head. 

this night had been too much already, from Heeseung flirting with Mia, to Jay flirting with you, to Sunghoon turning your fond memory into a joke. had Heeseung been the one to share what happened with his friends? would he seriously gossip like that?

“and now my hair’s ruined.” forcing yourself to stand, you take in your soaked appearance. the damage is a lot less worse than you expected, just a smidge of teary eyeliner trailing down your cheek, easy to wipe off. stripping off your dress by rolling the wet fabric down your body, you wonder why you even bothered. 

it’s not as if Heeseung showed any interest in you after he got what he wanted, as far as he’s concerned you fell off the face of the earth to be long forgotten. 

clearly you were just a quick fuck. 

silently you nod to yourself, dabbing off your cooled skin with a towel. panties clinging to your center uncomfortably wet in a way you hadn’t expected tonight. contemplating the thought of going commando for the next couple of hours while your clothes dry off, you could always wash whatever you borrowed later.

the door creaks open right as you decide to forego your panties, snapping your attention to Heeseung’s face poking in as if he hadn’t expected to catch you like this.

“oh..” he stalks inside regardless, shrugging while clicking the door shut. “nothing I haven’t seen.”

“get out!” 

Heeseung rolls his eyes, crossing his arms leaning back against his sister’s closet door. “you’ve been pining for my attention all night, now you have it and you want me to leave? why? because I’m not Jay?”

“I haven’t been trying to get your attention.” you correct, moreso lie. pressing the towel to your chest to conceal some of your skin, too exposed under his heaty gaze.

“you don’t even like him like that.” he says, turning up his chin arrogantly. 

“like what?”  

Heeseung’s tongue pokes out, dragging along the seam of his lips. “the way you like me.”

a scoff flies out of your mouth before you realize, taking your turn to roll your eyes. “I don’t like you in any type of way.”

Hesseung doesn’t miss his chance to invade your space, capturing your jaw with one hand to make your neck crack, forcing your gaze to focus on his. “because you haven’t been coming around almost everyday for your bullshit crafting sessions suddenly? bending over in front of me in the tiniest piece of fabric barely covering your ass pathetic excuse for a skirt? staring at me while drool spills out of your mouth like some horny puppy?”

your hands circle his wrist, struggling under the grip he keeps secured on you. “never did any of that you fucking pervert.”

Heeseung lets out just a hint of a laugh, licking his bottom lip before he leans closer, long neck bending into meet you eye level. “what type of idiot do you take me for? you think I’ve already forgotten how you cried and begged on my cock?”

“I didn’t beg.” you spit out, lying through your teeth. a lick of excitement curls through your chest, surging its way through your veins to the tips of your fingers. an unfortunate uncontrollable reaction to the close proximity of his pink saliva coated lips hovering just above yours.

“do you need the reminder?” his cheek lifts to one side, pulling off the signature shit-eating smirk you’ve obsessed over through sleepless nights with a pillow lodged between your thighs. his thumb inches up to your pout, pressing down the center of your lower lip with a rough dig. “I can show you, but the way you chant my name like a prayer sounds much prettier.”

“Heeseung..” 

“that’s it..” he smiles, softly, chest rising and falling to contain a sigh. the syrupy sweet whiny way you let out each syllable of his name playing over and over like a broken record each time he finds himself with a fist wrapped around his cock. even resorting to bury his face into one of his pillowcases still lingering with traces of your shampoo.

“Heeseung..” you repeat, laving at his thumb. a low moan escaping your throat from the taste alone, not because it’s good, but because it’s him; the object of your every desire toying with you the way you need.

“you say my name like you want me. like you only want me.” his thumb presses in, releasing the towel free of your grip to land at your feet. inching in closer until the backs of your knees hit the edge of his sister’s bed. the reminder shooting your eyes open, shaking your head.

“shh shh, everyone's partying.” he reassures, sliding messy bits of your hair behind your ear while lowering you to lay back. “don’t think about anyone else, it’s just us.”

Heeseung roams your exposed figure, sucking in a deep breath observing your chest rise and fall faster the longer he feels over your thighs. curious hands trail upward to squeeze and pull at your hips, digging his fingers into your waist. “I gave you what you wanted and you’re still so pathetically desperate, spreading your thighs open begging me to give you more.”

“Heeseung..”

his eyelashes flutter, fanning the tops of his cheeks as he tips his neck back. palming down your sides to loop the strings of your underwear through his fingers. “you know what to say, good girls don’t need to be told twice.”

“please?” you ask, agonizingly so, defeated without even trying. plotting and planning for weeks the different scenarios that could land you under his menacing hands once again. 

Heeseung knows you’ve been putting in work to get his attention. nearly snapping when he saw you bent over badly pretending to search for something on the floor. the perfect position to fuck you right there, push your face into the ground and claim you as if you belong to him, because in his mind, you do.

he tsks, tongue clicking loudly against the backs of his teeth, spreading your thighs apart to watch your cunt pulsate. the thin material covered in your arousal doing a poor job of concealing anything. tracing a pathway up your inner thighs, he grips at the tender flesh surrounding your underwear. pulling and kneading you to make your hole open and close under the material. a loud pop of wetness emitting with each movement, sending his neck side to side as he admires.

“you get wet like this for anyone else?” Heeseung rasps, throat already betraying him. having to swallow down a wad of saliva to calm himself.

“only you.” you confess, too pent up to force a lie anymore.

“I know.” he muses, biting his lower lip to wash away the smirk threatening to pull at his lips. tugging the seat of your underwear to the side, he kisses the backs of his teeth, pushing a finger between your slit. “I know you’ve been waiting, prancing around all dolled up wishing I’d fuck you again.”

each word sinks your chest deeper into the bed, worrying your eyebrows together as you nod. hips canting upward for more, only for his other hand to splay across your stomach and push you back down. “stay like this, you don’t deserve it after what you just pulled.”

“I’m sorry..I..didn’t..” whimpers break your speech, trembling as he slots between your thighs sinking two fingers inside of you. pushing them apart to stretch you open, unable to contain a hiss from how tight you wrap around his digits.

“yes you did.” he corrects, biting on his lip to stop himself from cracking. “you can speak for yourself, can’t you? you know what you did.”

a hushed curse melts under your tongue, squirming when he shoves another finger in. frantically shaking your head with a sob, letting a shattered denying whimpered out. 

“it wasn’t enough last time. you need to learn your lesson.” 

Heeseung moves swiftly, knees hitting the ground to latch his mouth on your clit. the three digits inside of you setting a drilling speed bowing your back up into an arch. the furl hitting you intensely, snapping your spine up into a perfect curve. 

“fuck!” each roll of his tongue against your clit charges through your nerves. fingers dripping in your arousal, pushing out filthy lewd sounds the harder and faster he mercilessly pumps them. gushes of wetness pour freely, dribbling down the the inside of his forearm.

Heeseung doesn’t relent, licking fat strips between your folds, noisy as he slurps up the mess of slick coating your outer lips. his fingers curling inside of you, pushing your climax to hit faster with lips pursed together on your clit. 

“taste so good for me.” he vibrates against your bundle of nerves. the tips of his fingers pressing hard against a spot deep inside of you pushing the heels of your feet to dig into the bed, shouting between gritted teeth.

“I’m—I’m!” words die in your throat, the palm flattened on your stomach reaching up to grab your breasts, ripping the cups of your bra down to watch your chest bounce as you shake through an orgasm. white hot heat burns at your retinas, clenching your eyes shut with a whine when Heeseung continues to lap and press at your sensitive clit, his digits releasing with a wet pop. leisurely dragging the mess of your release across your inner thighs.

“so fucking nasty.” he says, trailing his tongue up to paint saliva on top of the wetness covering you. “only I should get to see you like this.”

teeth nip at your inner thighs, grabbing onto your ruined underwear to throw aside. clothes fly off his body, stroking himself a few times to full hardness, returning a desperate ache to pulsate between your legs.

Heeseung mounts you immediately, dick twitching in his palm the more time he spends staring at your pilant figure. helplessly gazing up at him looming over you. knocking your knees apart to set himself between you, the tip of his cock prods at your entrance. one hand secured at the base to not fuck fully into you. “so pretty for me.”

“Hee..” your voice trembles, whining even so. unable to stop yourself from groveling. a sad thirsty puppy with your tongue hung loose, needy pants blowing out. the image of your already fucked out face shooting pangs of heat through Heeseung’s chest, pushing the tip in more to watch your entrance struggle around his size. 

“I know.” he finally pushes in more, catching a gasped breath halfway. velvety walls trap him, wet, hot and so so wet, the sensation pushing a groan from the back of his throat. “so fucking good, feel so good for me.”

Heeseung buries into the hilt, cutting off a choked moan expelled from your chest. his cock stretching you open exactly as you remembered, replayed nightly. shuffling closer, his hips roll against you, placing a hand on your throat to keep you in place. dragging out slowly to slam back in, growing addicted to the way you spasm around him. 

he sets a gruelling pace right off, thrust after thrust pounding into your pilant body, pushing your mind to drift further and further away. “this is what happens when you forget who you belong to.”

his breath grows long-winded, pistoning with vigor. the clap of your skin meeting resounding throughout the bedroom making it easy to forget he never locked the door.

“Heeseung?”

a voice coming from outside interrupts your moment, stilling the both of you. the hand on your throat loosening momentarily as he listens, setting a finger on your lips.

“shh shhh..” Heeseung’s eyes go wide, glancing at the door as footsteps echo down the hall. whines lost in his palm, quickly covering his fingers in tears that won’t stop from streaming down your face. he stiffens, slowing to a soft pace by only grinding into you. “you have to be quiet baby.”

another call of his name passes, louder the closer they approach. the familiar noise of doors opening and shutting after each. the anticipation of getting caught only adding more thrill, sending waves of excitement to your core, clamping around the size roughly jerking inside of you.

“fuck..” Heeseung grits, slapping his palm over your mouth with more force when you let out a weakened moan. footsteps clearly change direction, pushing the door open to unveil Mia’s face dropping.

“Heeseung?” she splutters at first, jaw dropped where she stands. the palm on your throat returning to grip you tightly and force you to look at her. 

“look who it is baby.” his thrusts return to a brutal snap, aiming hard and rapid again. releasing your locked lips to hoist one of your legs onto his shoulder for the viewer the get a good look. “what was that she called you earlier? a slut?”

Heeseung mocks you, slapping your thigh when you barely respond. choking under his hold growing tighter, constricting your air flow even more. “my slut, my pretty little slut.”

gurgled sobs emit between the ruthless pace he’s fallen into, meeting Mia’s gaze for less than a second before she huffs angrily, spinning on her foot with her middle finger stretched out. mumbling something about what a ‘fucking asshole’ Heeseung is.

“I’ll never let her talk to you like that again.” he stutters between pressing a sloppy pattern of kisses against your forehead. pecks littering down your down to your lips, softly pressing together.

it’s too much, trapped under his weight, stirring your mind to uselessness. the only thing able to pass through your muddled thoughts is the need to cum. to feel his warmth deep inside of you.

“d-don’t pull out, please—please, wanna feel you.” through chattering teeth you plea, scrabbling to grab onto his shoulders. too crushed in the folded position he’s kept you in to breathe properly, let alone speak up. endless amounts of whimpers and cries pouring the more he buries inside of you. licking at his upper lip with a nod.

“beg for it, why should I give it to you baby?” Heeseung’s mockery has you clamping around his size, rolling your eyes back with ragged breaths pulled from your chest. 

“go-good..good for you, pretty for you..” your voice continues to waver, coherency completely evading you with each pointed thrust. words blubbering out without logical sense, overheated and numb down to your toes that still manage to curl up.

“sosososo pretty.” he lets out, mostly to himself. struck by the way your eyelashes have clumped together with tears, lips stung as if bees have attacked your sinful mouth. drool leaking it’s way down to your chest, strings of saliva endlessly pouring out with each obscene call of his name. 

ruined, ruined and destroyed to only crave his cock. he’d make sure of it, make sure you never look for anyone else. make sure no one can satisfy your holes the way he can. 

Heeseung tugs himself out to just the tip, leveraging his weight onto the pits of your knees to keep your ass angled up. the tip of his cock swollen red, decorating your abused hole prettily while he throbs against your opening. “you want it?”

“please—please!” 

“so cute.” he coos, grunting as he pushes back in taking his time just to feel you suck around each inch of his thick size. filling you to the brim to feel every bit of him making shape in your hole. a loud moaned gasp rips from your lips when he jerks inside you, pushing balls deep. “you’re mine. you’re only mine.”

thrusting resumes to a fast pace, gripping moans out of your throat despite how scratchy and dry it feels. Heeseung feels the need to make you watch, groping your legs up to push your body in half. spread open to completely able to see where your pussy pulls on his shaft. milking him to cum as you pulsate and clench around him.

“want me to fill your pretty pussy up? hmm?” he emphasizes, hips slapping against your ass. cock dipping in and out of your angrily, only able to dumbly nod your head.

“H-hee…Heeseung—Heeseung..”

the shattered prayer of his name drips from your tongue, throwing your head back with one last cry. pussy squeezing impossibly tight forcing him to stop for a second to catch his breath. the sweat between your bodies secreting rapidly, a fresh scent of body wash filling your head with everything Heeseung. 

“that’s my good girl.” he says roughly, near his breaking point. further caging you to the bed as he presses closer, left with no choice but to take it. “fill you up like you need, anything for you.”

his thrusts grow erratic, sending your oversensitivity into overdrive, turned into a brainless babbling mess. the view of your pussy taking it, in spite of how much it hurts, combined with you mouthing his name sends him over the edge. coming to a still point with twitching lips, shooting hot white strings to the last drop. shallowly fucking the last few spurts until you squirm, throwing your head side to side with a wail.

allowing your legs to come down, he keeps you held open. mesmerized by the gush of cum that won’t stay inside of you. too much for your tiny cunt to handle, gripping onto the base of his length to shove it back in.

“a-ahh..” you hiss, too fatigued for more. “Hee..”

seeming satisfied, he massages your hips, mindful as he moves off to flop by your side. the drain finally hitting him, a numbing throb beating at his lower back from the exertion used.

“Heeseung..” you sigh, landing your head flat on the bed. pondering if you should be worrying about getting dressed before his sister asks herself why you’ve been taking so long.

“hmm?” he murmurs, half-asleep after fucking the life out of you. how he hadn’t managed to absorb your energy in the process seems unfathomable.

“why’d you ignore me?” you can’t help but ask. “are you going to keep acting like that?”

it’s Heeseung’s turn to let out a winded sigh, licking at the roof of his mouth to coat his dry tongue. “you’re my sister's friend, I don’t want to ruin your friendship if we end up.. if I fuck things up..”

while his logic makes sense, the only thought running a course around your brain has you shooting up to sit and poke at his abdomen. “you like me!”

Heeseung grunts, throwing an arm across his eyes, unable to hide the smile taking over his lips. “maybe.”

“ignoring a girl because you like her is soooo childish.” you jeer, pinching his side.

Heeseung adjusts his arms behind his head to look at you, a more serious expression taking over his face. “it’s not everyday that the girl you’ve had a crush on since the summer before high school hides in your closet on a mission to steal your boxers.”

“I can explai— wait, what?? what did you just say??” 

Heeseung mimics pulling a zipper shut across his lips, shrugging as he quickly sits up to grab his discarded clothing; having the same concern of getting caught again.

“Heeseung! you come back here and confess your love to me right now!”