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HEESEUNG - XO (Only If You Say Yes)
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„wet the bed is a good song“
- Lee Heeseung [221221]
I am lost for words 🫠
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happy bday to my girlfriend heeseung🧚🏼♀️
#eating him alive rn hes so cute#my precious princess#when their name starts with h and ends with eeseung#i love my boyfriend#enhypen#enha#enhypen art#heeseung#엔하이픈#희승#이희승#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#drawing#my art#digital art#aesthetic#digital illustration#my fanart#fanart#bambi#kpop
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Bite Me - Enhypen
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doodle dump of terry from the act promise concert and evan from the infamous new years selcas and the golden disc awards look ~
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ENHY-FASHION: Still Monster and Sweet Venom
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ENHYPEN 5TH MINI ALBUM [ORANGE BLOOD] at amazon
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HEY
@ehnkei AHUT UP 😿
do u guys see this monstrosity 😣😖
#ehnkei#lena#i’m js in my ovulation stage#lena and hleui#heeseung#lee heeseung#희승#heeseung smut#i lied no smut 😛
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ENHYPEN 'Brought The Heat Back' Teaser
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Sweet Holidays with ENGENE ❤️ (Pt.1)
SO CUTE OML🥺
MEMBERSHIP [221222]
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#이희승#엔하이픈#엔하이픈 희승#enha#enhypen#enhypen heeseung#heeseung moodboard#enhypen moodboard#enha heeseung#kpop moodboard#kpop bg#kpop bg moodboard#kpop aesthetic#k aesthetic#kpop layouts
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the hottest <3
#「 희승 」 ⸻ daily lhs.#enhypen#heeseung#heeseung icons#heeseung lq#lee heeseung#heeseung lee#lee heeseung x reader#heeseung imagines#heeseung x reader#heeseung lockscreens#heeseung layouts#heeseung messy packs#heeseung messy layouts#heeseung messy icons#heeseung messy moodboard#heeseung moodboard
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@JJONGSLUTZ masterlist !
read my works below ↓
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∯ 𓂂 ˚ . 이희승 𝓗EESEUNG
911! I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL ⨾ 2.9k
there's nothing hotter than a man in a cop uniform. there's nothing more sexually frustrating than when he's never at home in said cop uniform
YOU'RE STILL A VIRGIN? ⨾ 3.1k
you realize you never completed your most important new year's resolution: losing your virginity. luckily, your roommate is willing to help you out with that
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TAKE FIVE! ⨾ 2.4k
you've always trusted jay. he's a good director. but you've gotta admit, this gig is... weird
HELP ME HELP YOU ⨾ 2.7k
your bf!jungwon worries that he won’t be able to fully satisfy you, so he turns to his much more experienced best friend, jay, who agrees to do a live demonstration
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HOLD ME CLOSE ⨾ 0.6k
jake comes back from tour missing you so much, he doesn’t want to waste a single second to even take off your clothes.
IMAGINE ME ⨾ 1.7k
you spend your nights sexting an ai bot of your favourite idol, not knowing that there's an actual person behind the bot
౨ৎ 𓂂 ˚ . 박성훈 𝓢UNGHOON
I CAN HELP YOU WITH THAT ⨾ 2.4k
in which your boyfriend!sunghoon kindly lends you his dick a hand to help you build your stamina after your dance and vocal instructors reprimand you for wasting your strength too easily.
DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR COPY MY WORK, ESPECIALLY ON ANOTHER PLATFORM
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INSIDE YOUR MIND — 희승
PAIRING: stalker!heeseung x therapist!reader
GENRE: smut (mdni), angst?
CONTENTS: non-con, f!reader, heeseung rides a motorcycle (brief concept), talk of childhood abuse/ptsd, mentioned past death, house invasion, brief mention of voye.urism, rope restraint, praise?, one pus.sy slap, petnames, very rough treatment/s.ex, oral, finger.ing, mention of blood, hair pulling, threats, choking at the end, creampie, squirt.ing
WC: 4.7k
NOTES: read at your own risk!
COPYRIGHT OF @/P4RANORMALUV. PLAGIARISM NOT TOLERATED.
when heeseung filled out his patient form and you had your first therapy session with him, your first impression of him was ‘boyish’.
he has a charming smile that you’re sure makes most women’s hearts race, but you couldn’t help but notice the melancholy vulnerability in his eyes— or the way he even laughed. but you probably wouldn’t have those thoughts if you hadn’t already read his papers: childhood trauma and neglect, deceased parents (unnatural death), and diagnosed ptsd.
“just write whatever comes to your mind. it doesn’t have to be anything profound.” you said as you handed heeseung a new journal with crisp white pages. “treat it like your best friend, tell it anything you want.”
“uh, okay.” heeseung laughed, a little awkwardly as that adorable smile came across his lips, scratching the back of his neck. “thanks, doctor y/n.”
as your sessions continue to progress, heeseung seems to become more comfortable, even growing an attachment to the journal. you find he’s always carrying it by his side or in his black backpack. likewise, he seems to be growing more fond of you as well.
“i like you…you’re nice.” heeseung whispers suddenly, completely off subject of what you’re talking about.
you blanch in your seat, the leather squeaking beneath you as you adjust your position and stare at him a tad uncomfortably.
your posture is very straight and professional, completely opposite to the man who sits on the small couch across from you, legs spread and body language relaxed as he stares at you.
you have a feeling there's a deeper meaning behind his simplistic words, you just can’t seem to decipher them— even as you take a moment too long to look at heeseung’s expression. the mask he wears over his emotions is much thinner than when he first walked into your office, now sheer like a veil. but still, you just can’t quite identify it. heeseung seems to be a particularly complex patient.
“why do you think i’m nice, heeseung?” you smile, trying to come off as relaxed and casual as he is, to keep him in this malleable state. but really you’re preparing to remember everything he says— so you can write them down in your session notes during a moment when it’s not too obvious. (you try not to make your patients feel like lab rats or some creature you're studying.)
“you’re just…really caring— and kind. like..i can tell you actually give a fuck. you’ve never ignored me or not listened.”
you can’t help but laugh, trying to contain the noise and bite down your smile.
you’re quite literally payed to listen, but it is unfortunately true that there’s many therapists that don’t genuinely listen to their patients. and heeseung isn't wrong, you do genuinely care about him.
“of course i’m not going to ignore you, sweetheart.”
at the pet name, heeseung’s eyes grow wide— and so do yours, the words that just came from your mouth hitting you as you lightly gasp.
“oh, i’m— i’m so sorry, heeseung. it just slipped out.”
heeseung just nods, eyes bambi-like as they remain wider than usual, bottom lip sucked into his mouth as he bites down, continuing to stare at you. it oddly makes you squirm— his eye contact. so you look down at your notebook instead, eventually able to organize your scrambled thoughts enough to actually absorb the notes you’re pretending to stare at.
“do you think perhaps you like women who remind you of your mother?”
“…no,” heeseung all but growls.
you jolt in your seat at the completely foreign tone coming from the man, snapping your head to his direction.
his teeth are clenched firmly, making the contours of his jawline more pronounced. his previously almost doe-like eyes are now hardened and sharp enough to pierce.
it’s sends a chill up your spine— but it’s also…strangely attractive.
you’re surprised at your own thought, disturbed by it as you push it to the back of your mind.
“i hate anyone who reminds me of her.” he adds darkly.
“…alright.” you respond quietly, heeseung’s hawk-like eyes now watching how you quickly scribble something in your notebook. “maybe now’s not the time to touch on that. what else do you like?”
“oh, um….” heeseung hesitates, the question clearly catching him off guard. “music, movies, video games, motorcycles—“
“motorcycles?” you ask, a clear spark of curiosity in your tone that heeseung doesn’t miss. “i’ve always wanted one.”
“yeah! it’s a yamaha r6. i got interested in motorcycles as a kid, used to fix old ones up with my dad.”
‘avoids grieving parents death with anger?’ you quickly jot down. ‘but holds onto the past of his childhood as a way to feel connected to parents?’
the fast drawl of your pen echos in the otherwise quiet room, heeseung watching your smooth legs move from crossed to uncrossed in your pencil skirt.
“that sounds amazing, heeseung! what about movies, what genres are you interested in?”
“oh, mostly horror…slashers. that kind of stuff.”
“anything else?” you ask easily, though you take mental note of the things he’s listed with minor alarm. of course it’s not wrong or an automatic concern if someone is interested in these things, but in your line of work you can’t overlook anything.
“…disney.” he answers, his somewhat thoughtful yet blank expression shifting into that charming grin. “dramas sometimes.”
“what was your taste in movies as a child?”
“the same.” he answers easily. “my parents didn’t really care what i did. if they were watching something r rated and i walked in they wouldn’t turn it off. they wouldn’t even tell me to get out of the room.”
“how did that affect you?”
heeseung’s face falls. it’s minutely, but you certainly don’t miss it. you’ve figured out that heeseung often pulls this expression when talking about his childhood, the things that haunt him still. but he hasn’t admitted that yet— even to himself you think. and it’s too soon to push right now, so you choose not to point it out.
“i knew about everything…by 9 years old i knew all about sex, drugs, murder…everything.”
somewhere along your conversation heeseung’s eyes have turned black, pupils staring so still at you that they almost look dead. and the longer they stay on you, the stronger an air of fear brushes coldly up your spine— like you should be afraid.
you don’t know why. heeseung has never shown any signs of violence or anger issues, nor is that listed in his patient form. it must be the anxiety that simply comes with the job of being a therapist. that’s what you tell yourself as you feel the paranoia ghost its hands across your shoulders as you sink into the unknown behind heeseung’s eyes, succumbing to your morbid curiosity of what awful memories he must have to turn his honey brown orbs black with emotion, or lack of.
and just like that— like the owner has just returned home and turned back on the lights, heeseung’s eyes get that sparkle in them again as he smiles, voice deep yet pleasant as he speaks.
“i don’t think it’s affected me though.”
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rain drums against the roof of the clinic, fluorescent lights above you beaming even brighter as darkness has fallen outside.
you glance at the time on your watch, seeing that it’s nearing 8:30.
you chose to stay late to try and organize your messy desk and patient files, which are becoming an inconvenience with how poorly you previously organized them. you’ve made some good progress, but even though you’re not finished, you gather your things and slip back on your heels to exit the building. the rain is pouring down much harder than you thought when you step outside, immediately scurrying back underneath the protection of the clinic’s overhanging roof to shield yourself from getting completely drenched.
you let out a frustrated sigh as you look out into the darkness, a few dim, flickering street lamps your only source light.
you’re about to pull out your phone and call a cab when you hear the growl of a motorcycle, it’s crescent shaped headlights appearing in front of you a moment later.
the man gets off and leans against the bike, removing his helmet and combing his fingers through his tousled hair.
it’s too dark to see, but when he turns his face at a certain angle, the street lights hitting his features just right, you’re able to recognize him.
“heeseung?” you call out amidst the pounding rain, a rumble of thunder almost punctuating his name after you say it.
heeseung glances at you before quickly jogging over, leaving his bike parked on the street as he joins you beneath the roof’s shelter.
“hey, y/n! what are you doing here so late?”
“i stayed overtime.” you explain, voice still a little raised so he can hear you over the heavy downpour. “what are you doing here?”
confusion is laced in your tone, wondering why heeseung would stop right in front of the clinic when he wasn’t even scheduled to see you today— much less after hours.
heeseung smirks, wordlessly pointing to the convenience store across the street.
“oh,” you blush, embarrassed at how you stupidly assumed he was here for you.
“late night drive. i was gonna grab some snacks. but now that i’m here, let me drive you home.”
“w— what? no! i…i can call a cab.”
“it’s late, y/n. it’s not safe getting a ride by yourself at this time of night.” heeseung argues, and you do agree. you usually don’t take cabs when it’s dark and no one else is with you. but…
“it’s unprofessional…” you confess hesitantly. “you're my patient.”
heeseung somewhat cocky expression doesn’t change, eyes making you feel small in a disturbingly good way as he looks down at you. he must be able to sense your lack of conviction, because he’s taking off his backpack to remove his leather jacket and guide your arms through the large arm holes. it rests against you heavily, way too big for your frame, but it makes you feel a little warmer as it shields you from the rain.
“come on, y/n.” he says with finality after asking you to put on his backpack as well, so you can ride on the back of his motorcycle properly.
you squeak when he suddenly lifts you up like you weigh nothing and sits you on the seat, heeseung chuckling at the sound. your cheeks only burn more.
heeseung puts on his helmet before getting on the bike himself, turning to look back at you.
“hold on tight, okay? don’t let go.” he orders, grabbing your hands to wrap them around his torso and pulling you flush against him.
you try to ignore the fluttering you feel in places you definitely shouldn’t be feeling them as your chest presses into his strong, broad back. the thrum of his motorcycle comes to life, vibrations making your thighs clench and your arms tighten around his lithe waist. you only hope you can keep yourself together for the whole ride, and that the heavy rain is enough to cover up the view of the clinic’s security cameras as heeseung drives the two of you off into the night.
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when heeseung brings you home you’re rushing to get off, your very inappropriate feelings only growing during the ride— and seeing him on his motorcycle in leather gloves and a helmet doesn’t help at all. especially with how hotly he puts back on his jacket that you hastily return to him, along with his backpack.
you give him a very quick thank you, wishing him a good night before running into your house and hoping he just thinks you're in a hurry to get out of the rain.
you’re ashamed, mentally scolding yourself as you try not to slip and fall in your heels. heeseung is completely innocent in this situation, it’s you who’s the problem. you’re the one getting all hot and bothered when he was just trying to be a decent guy and give you a ride home. he can’t help if he’s hot and attractive and the growl of his motorcycle made the heartbeat between your legs worse.
god, are you that desperate? you must really need to get out of the house more and get laid.
shutting the front door behind you, you toe off your slippery wet heels, leaving them messily by the door before going to your bedroom to take off your drenched clothes and change into more comfortable attire.
you simply put on some underwear and a baby tee, nothing underneath, before going downstairs to make yourself something to eat. your plan for the night is to have dinner, maybe…relieve yourself— and then go to sleep.
the slightly obnoxious yellow tint of your motion sensor light at your front door remains on, shining through the door’s window and casting the entryway in an unpleasant glow. so you walk over and flip the switch off.
“oh…” you whisper, accidentally putting yourself in complete darkness as you realize you didn’t turn on any lights in your hurry to take off your wet clothes from earlier.
blindly sliding your hands across the wall, you try to find the light switch for your kitchen when you trip over something, sending you to fall on the hardwood floor.
“fuck, what the hell?” you say to yourself, annoyed as you try to untangle your foot from whatever you can feel wrapped around it. you have a thought to pull out your phone and use the flashlight, but you left your phone upstairs. you guess that’s what happens when you don’t wear pants and thus curse yourself to have no pockets.
it’s a struggle when you can’t see, but you eventually free yourself and stand up, taking careful steps forward until you meet another wall. your hands finally brush over a light switch and you flip it on, your kitchen illuminating a second later.
…it’s a black backpack.
you almost don’t spot it as it sits in the shadows, but as you step closer, you’re sure now. what you tripped over looks just like heeseung’s backpack, its contents spilling out from the inside thanks to you tripping over it and getting the strap wrapped around your foot.
any doubt of the bag actually belonging to the man vanishes when you see the notebook sitting atop all the rest of the clutter, its cream cover slightly browned and scuffed— probably due to him carrying it wherever he goes.
your brows furrow in confusion as you crouch to your knees. you could have sworn you took off the backpack and handed it to heeseung, but in your hurry to escape you must have forgotten to?
moving to pick up the random items that are scattered on the floor and put it back inside the bag (a package of gum, a couple pens, a pocket knife), the notebook is jostled and slides across the floor, its pages falling open.
you move to grab it, still on your knees as you loom above the notebook. you really do try not to look at the words on the paper— but it’s filled with them, every page packed with as many as heeseung could fit on the page. you’re unable to look away.
what’s written…isn’t what you were expecting— or, you don’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. page after page of diary logs, dated with the time, all describing…watching someone. what starts out as cute sentiments turn more predatory and carnal as the days go by.
your heart stops when you get to the most recent entry.
its labeled with today's date.
‘you’re always so coy, doctor. sometimes i think i know exactly what you’re thinking, and then you react in a way i don’t expect.
it’s driving me a little crazy wondering what’s going on in your head. it makes me want to crack it open...god, see what you do to me, baby? you’re making me sick in the head. it’s all your fault.
but i don’t want to stop. i want to keep going. i want to hear you beg for more until you’re begging me to stop.
i have a feeling you’ll like it.’
you jump at how hard you slam the journal shut, goosebumps all over your flesh as heat encompasses your face. but it’s not from arousal— it’s fear.
your mind flashes memories too fast for you to keep up with. all your sessions, all those little moments you thought were your own misunderstandings— were they premeditated? did he plan this all along?
wait— when heeseung picked you up….you didn’t even tell him your address. you were so distracted that you didn’t even think to tell him where you live.
and he didn’t need it. he drove you right to your house immediately, like he’s drove that route a hundred times…
you feel the sudden urge to throw up but you suppress it, getting up from the floor to run upstairs and get your phone—
but you run right into the hard chest of someone instead, their strong arms wrapping around your body tightly. you’re horrified, because even without looking you know exactly who it is.
“heeseung?”
“aw, don’t cry, baby. surely you knew this was coming?” heeseung coos, the comforting quality he tries to portray in his voice only making you feel like you’re going to gag. his thumb brushes over your cheek, attempting to wipe a tear away, but they only continue to roll down more rapidly at his touch.
walking you backwards, heeseung shuffles the two of you over to his backpack that still lays sprawled out on the floor.
grabbing your wrists, he turns you around and joins them together behind your back. you turn your head, watching as he bends down and pulls out the pocket knife you noticed earlier. then he reaches in deeper, rustling around until he pulls out a small coil of rope that you evidently missed.
you don’t even try to hold down the sob that rips out of your mouth, almost beginning to hyperventilate as you struggle to accept that this is happening to you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
“heeseung, please.” you cry, looking up at him despite your vision blurred by tears. “you don’t have to do this.”
“it’s just a precaution, y/n.” the man reasons easily, and you can tell by his assured voice that he doesn’t see how incredibly horrible this is— demented. he’s about to commit a tragedy to you, and he doesn’t even get it.
“besides.” he whispers against the back of your neck as he ties the rope around your wrists, tight enough to chafe. “i’ve seen the stuff you watch. i know you like being tied up.”
your throat quivers, brain too much of a mess to even process that he’s just confessed to secretly watching you look at porn and masturbating at some point. shaking your head desperately, your eyes squeeze shut in anguish as pleading words tumble out of your mouth. “no, no. not like this— not like this, heeseung. please!”
“be quiet,” he warns between gritted teeth, leaning over you to make sure you see his face. “drop the act, y/n.”
you hear the click of his pocket knife opening, heeseung raising the blade to cut the excess rope off from the tight knot he’s made. once he’s finished he pushes you by your restraint to the kitchen table, roughly pressing you over it. you suddenly wish you had chosen to wear pants, at least then it would take him a bit longer to expose you.
the sound of ripping fabric and your whimpered cries are the only thing that’s heard as heeseung cuts your t-shirt right down the middle, yanking the article off of you.
you don’t move— other than your uncontrollable trembling as you stay bent over the table, too scared and weak from emotions to try and run away.
heeseung is taking off his pants— you recognize the unmistakable sound of his zipper being pulled down, but you can’t bear to look. you keep your cheek pressed to the cold wood of the table, eyes staring unfocused at nothing.
“be the good girl i know you are, baby.” heeseung says, arousal evident in his tone. “i bet you're soaking your little panties, hm?”
you feel his fingers press firmly against your clothed clit, rubbing up and down just slightly too hard. you whimper, attempting to get rid of his touch by squeezing your legs shut. it’s futile of course, and only proves to anger heeseung. he growls and pries your legs open with his strong hands, slapping your pussy hard enough that it has you letting out a yelped scream.
“i don’t want to, y/n, but if i have to hurt you i will.”
heeseung gets on his knees to be eye level with your cunt, leaning forward and ghosting his teeth over your thinly covered lips. your breath comes out trembled and the man groans. you’re not sure if the action is a threat or a promise, but you really don’t want to find out.
a slow stripe is abruptly being licked up your pussy, catching you off guard as you start to close your legs again on instinct— but luckily you stop yourself in time before you piss off heeseung even more.
you decide in this moment you need to actually listen to at least a part of heeseung’s words— be a good girl, then maybe you can manage to make it out of this.
heeseung’s wet mouth is suctioned to your clothed cunt, sucking and drooling all over you as he teases himself with the faint taste of your slick that you can’t control is becoming more apparent. heeseung’s eager tongue and shameless mouth work on your clit, nose nudging at your entrance as he moans and sighs his hot breath all over your pussy.
finally he’s pulling off your panties with his teeth, groaning when he’s blessed with the sight or your glistening cunt.
“shit. such a perfect pussy.” he marvels, running two fingers between your lips, causing you to flinch and squirm against the rope. you clench your jaw until it aches, wanting so badly to beg him to stop, but you’re too afraid to, not when his sharp teeth are so close to the most sensitive part of your body. heeseung takes his now thoroughly slicked up fingers to circle them around your hole, leaning down to take your cunt in his mouth.
his drawn out, guttural groan has you clenching as shame burns your face, a whimper releasing from your mouth as heeseung starts to suckle at your clit and prod you with his tongue. one finger dips just the fingertip inside you before removing it to massage over your entrance again, applying a bit more pressure.
your body starts to react in ways you can’t control and you pray heeseung doesn’t notice, but you’re pretty sure he does— because when you feel your hole clench again he’s moaning out, sucking and licking your pussy with more vigor as he pushes his entire finger inside your entrance.
your moan comes out forcefully as you try your best to swallow it down, sounding almost pained as heeseung starts moving his finger inside of you.
“fuck, you’re so warm inside, sweetheart.” heeseung mutters, attaching right back onto your pussy after.
his second finger is shoved inside way too suddenly, turning harsh as his appendages fuck in and out of you in a way that makes it feel like you’re going to bruise from the inside.
“ah— ow, heeseung. please.” you beg, face pinching in pain. “it hurts.”
“you’re mine to explore, baby. wanna touch all of you. just bare it.”
tears spring in your eyes at his callous, selfish words. heeseung continues his merciless treatment before disconnecting from your cunt to watch how your hole takes him.
he spits on it, making you simmer in humiliation before cold panic washes over your body as you feel a third finger prodding the outside of your entrance.
“no, no. hee— heeseungie, can’t.”
“shhh, don’t worry, baby. just need to stretch you out for my cock, yeah? that’ll be the good part for you, me fucking this tight little pussy.”
three fingers now delve in and out of your hole, and to make it all worse, heeseung is curving his fingers just right— making you feel confused from the mix of pain and pleasure as you feel your pussy drip against your will.
heeseung laughs, seeming to have caught sight of it. “i knew you had to be a whore. who else would wear such tight, short skirts to work?”
you sob as you feel yourself clench around his fingers, thick and burning as they stretch out your ring.
“just walking around with a nasty little cunt that’s dying to be split open, huh? don’t worry, baby. i know what you want. i’ll give it to you real good.”
all too quickly for your brain to wrap around, heeseung pulls his fingers out and your pussy is being stuffed to the absolute brim with his fat cock. the length and girth is way too much— way more than you could have ever imagined.
you cry out like a wild animal as heeseung starts pounding into your pussy mercilessly, forcing you to take it. you’re pretty sure your wrists are going to start bleeding with how much you pull against the rope, but that’s the least of your concerns.
“oh fuck, hee— heeseung!”
it takes you a moment to realize that’s your voice, your cries sounding more like sounds of…arousal.
and you start to question yourself, why do you sound so turned on, like a porn star getting dicked down— when you feel so scared?
“shit— disgusting slut. such a dirty pussy. you deserve to get fucked until you’re raw and ruined.”
you moan. you’re sure you hear it. and it only makes heeseung go rougher, balls slapping against your wet skin that your juices run down from. the zipper and button of heeseungs pants that aren’t even fully pulled down bruise into your skin with every unforgiving thrust, the man literally not holding an ounce of his power back as he fucks you as hard as he can.
his fat cock forces you to submit, for your cunt to take all of it.
your body starts to convulse in the overwhelming sensations of pleasure and fear, your moans starting to crack from your overused throat.
“fuck— fuck!”
“i could get you fired.” heeseung grits between bared teeth, hands squeezing into the flesh of your hips, wanting to leave a bruise behind each finger. “i could tell them that you tried to come onto me during an appointment, that you coerced me. they’d probably get rid of you just for the accusation alone.”
heeseung wraps an aggressive hand around your throat, squeezing and cutting off your airway as his other hand yanks mercilessly at your hair, lifting your head off the table.
“so be a good slut and let me fuck and abuse this pussy whenever i want, yeah?”
your mouth stretches open, an almost silent rasp the only thing coming out from your lack of oxygen as your eyes roll back and you're squirting all over his fat cock.
you feel like you’re dying and exiting your body, the white of your eyes surely showing as you feel pain in the back of your head. fluids rush down your legs and heeseung’s pelvis as his hot load taints the inside of your walls forever.
“we’re not so different, yeah?” heeseung sounds totally unhinged, voice cracked and breathy. “you like to look inside people's minds, y/n. and i want to be inside your guts.”
heeseung finally releases your hair and neck, but his cock never stops impaling your cunt over and over, his over production of cum leaking out of your reddened hole to drip onto the floor, joining the rest of your fluids. you choke around your spit, desperately trying to get just a single breath of air. you have a horrible, dark, heavy pit inside your stomach— one that makes you feel like you’ll be stuck here forever. with heeseung’s cock buried deep inside your assaulted womb.
NOTE: this a nod to ‘inside your mind’ by the 1975, btw. honestly i really hate this…but oh well, at least i persevered?? first and last time writing straight up non-con tho lol.
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