#hee hard thoughts

[heeaddict]

good girl - LHS

fem!reader x gamer!heeseung

!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

WARNINGS: smut/nsfw, finger sucking, trying not to get caught, blowjob, unprotected sex, cockwarming, trying to be quiet, cursing, teasing.

“Heeseungg~”, you whined from your boyfriend’s bed. He had asked you over and was just playing games with his friends, Sunghoon, Jay and Jake. 

He gave you back a little hum, focusing more on his game, than you calling him. You huffed loudly, and stood up from the bed. You slowly walked behind his gaming chair, and wrapped your arms around his upper body as well as you could, despite the chair. A small smile formed on Heeseung’s lips, other hand softly patting your own. 

Again, you had waited for more. You started peppering kisses on his cheek, which made him giggle quietly.

“What are you laughing at, man?” You heard Jake’s voice trough Heeseung’s headphones. “Ah, it’s nothing”, he smiled, but you didn’t like his answer. 

“What do you mean, nothing, Hee?” You asked, moving his hands away. You could hear the boys cooing for Heeseung. You rolled your eyes in annoyance, and walked away. You were so upset with him, for not giving you attention at all.

“Aish...” He muttered under his breath, “baby?” You didn’t answer. You decided to ignore him just like he had ignored you. “Honey~” He sang with a sweet voice, sending butterflies to your stomach, but you tried to ignore them, you were mad at him, remember? 

Loud fake gagging could be heard through his headphones, and Heeseung rolled his eyes. “Shut the fuck up...” He muttered before muting his mic. He stopped playing the game for a while, turning his chair on your way. 

You were laying on your stomach, hugging one of Heeseung’s pillows. The position you were in, brought up your ass, and without even realizing, Heeseung was already staring. 

He shook his head to clear his mind and called you over again. “My love... Come here, hm? I’m sorry for ignoring you”, he sang, and tapped his lap. “Would you like to sit here and watch me play?” 

You stayed quiet. 

“Hm.. I guess I’ll have to ignore you again then”, he smirked, turning away from you. “Nooo~” You whined weakly. He smiled as you crawled out of his bed, and slowly approached him. “Aw, you’re so fucking cute” You blushed deeply at his words, and just buried yourself in his arms. This time, he started a circular motion on your back, petting you for a while. Then he heard Jay’s scream for him to come back and save them, and he continued playing. 

You stared at his hands hungrily. The veins popping out were so sexy, and when he had to move his fingers on the keyboard- fuck! 

You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter every second, by just staring at his hands.

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

Heeseung noticed you acting strange, and asked what’s wrong. Then he noticed the staring, and smirked. That’s when he started to flex his muscles to pop out the veins even more, just to tease you. 

You accidentally let out a soft whimper, and your mouth being just beside the mic of Heeseung’s headphones, the guys heard it loud and clear. 

“Yo man what the fuck!?” “Bro getting some!”

Heeseung hurriedly turned the mic off, and stared at you. “I- I’m really sorry, I know should be quiet, I couldn’t help it! Y- Your ha- hands- they- they-” You stuttered weakly, but Heeseung silenced you with a kiss. As he pulled away, you pulled him back in. His tongue automatically started a journey in your mouth, as you let out more whimpers and soft moans. 

When you finally let him pull away, a string of saliva connected your lips. He gave you one more peck before speaking.

“Okay baby, here’s the rules. You can do whatever you want with me, just be quiet. I don’t want the guys to hear you. Understood, love?” You nodded rapidly. “Okay, let’s start.” He got back to his game and unmuted the mic, as you went to attack his neck with kisses and love bites. The feeling of you soft and warm tongue on his sensitive neck felt so good, it was more hard for him to keep the noises from coming out. 

Then you noticed his other hand was free at the moment and grabbed it. Heeseung understood the assignment, and stuck out two fingers seprate from the others. You immediately took the in your mouth, and started to suck on them. 

Heeseung could only feel you tongue on his fingers kitty licking them, and imagine the sounds that you would let out if you two were completely alone.

He closed his eyes for a second, as he enjoyed the touch of your tongue. He could feel a boner starting to make its way to his pants, and sighed quietly.

As he continued playing, you freed his fingers from your mouth, and lowered down to the floor in front of Heeseung. You aligned yourself between his legs, tying your hair up fastly. Heeseung licked the saliva off his fingers, and looked down. You were now playing with the strings of his sweatpants, and pressing sofly on his growing boner. He had to swallow the sounds from coming out of his mouth, and tried to focus more on the game.

You slowly pulled down the sweatpants, along with his boxers. You pumped on his cock a few times, just admiring his huge size. Then you slowly swirled your tongue on his tip, and Heeseung's mouth dropped open from pleasure.

“Heeseung, man? Are you afk?”

Jake’s voice ringed his ears as he tried not to moan. He cleared his throat, and answered. “N-nah man I just zoned out for a bit- “ His sentence got cut off by you humming quietly against his dick, sending vibrations to his whole body, and him inhailing a bit too sharply. Jake chuckled. “Sure bro, whatever you say”

You bobbed your head on his dick until you started to taste the salty cum which was slowly dripping out of his cock. That’s when you puloed off of him, and climbed back on top of him. You slowly slided your mini-shorts on your knees, which left you with your panties.

Heeseung couldn’t help but stare, biting his plump bottom lip.He slowly creeped his hand towards your bottom, and slipped it in your panties, eyes flickering as he felt how wet you were. You felt a blush creep in your face as he moved his fingers a bit. Then you remembered, he had said for you to do anything you want with him, so you decided to take care of yourself this time. You grabbed his hand and brought it up to his mouth. Heeseung smirked, looking at you. You tilted your head with a smile, and mouthed, ‘lick’.

Withput hesitation, Heeseung stuck his tongue out, and licked your pre-cum off his fingers. After that, he just casually continued the game.

Fuck, that was hot.

You both thought to yourselves.

You started to slowly remove your undies, and positioning yourself on Heeseung. You grip on the fabric of his t-shirt as you push down on him and he automatically takes a protective hold of your waist. You grip on his chest as he hisses quietly. You try to breath slowly, but its becoming very hard, so you try to gesture for Heeseung to mute his mic. He fourtunately gets it, and hurriedly mutes his mic. 

As soon as you hear the pling soumg of his mic muting, you exhale agressively. 

“H- heeseungie, I don’t think I can keep quiet- ah~” You moaned, as he bottomed out. 

“It’s alright, love, I’ll keep it muted.” He reassured, and helped you move with his hand on your hip. He continued gaming with one hand, and you moved on his dick. Once it didn’t hurt anymore, you increased in speed, jumping on his dick now. The sounds coming out of you were making Heeseung harder and harder, and he was throbbing inside of you. You both were close.

“Good girl, just like that..” Heeseung exhaled, making you whimper. You pressed your head on his shoulder, breathing hotly against his neck.

“You think you can be quiet if i turn the mic back on?”

He asked after hearing the boys yell for him to turn the mic on. You hesitated but nodded, biting down on your bottom lip, moving even quicker. “Alright, he let out a small groand before taking a deep breath and turning the mic on. 

“Finally, bro! What are you doing?” You heard Jay ask. Heeseung cleared his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. “Sorry, I was talking to y/n” He said with a shaky voice, which made all the boys laugh. “Oh yeah, sure, talking” Sunghoon laughed, making a fake gulping sound after. “Shut up-” Heeseung yelled, but left the last word short because he could feel his high coming, and he inhaled sharply.

He moved the mic away from his mout, and whispered to your ear. “D’you wanna let everyone know who you belong to? D’you wanna let them know how good I make you feel?” He asked with a deep quiet voice, making you moan out loud, which made Heeseung cum inside you with a deep groan. He soothed your waist, while you came too. “Good girl” He whispered and kissed your head, which was still against his shoulder.

You could hear loud yelling from his headphones, like “YO MAN WHAT THE FUCK!?” “Did we just witness you and y/n fucking!?” and fake gagging, but all Heeseung replied with was a laugh, and a “I do not even know what you all are talking about” 

His hand rested on your hip, as you just sat on his soft cock, just enjoying the feeling on being full. The cum dripping out of your pussy was the only uncomfortable thing in that situation. You cockwarmed him for the rest of the game, almost falling asleep in his arms, as the hand had left your hip and moved to your hair, playing with it. Then you heard loud yelling coming from your boyfriends headphones, and he yelled “YO WE DID IT!!” 

You waited patiently as he quit the game and said goodbye to his friends. He then placed his hands on your waist, and helped you pull off of his soft dick with a small wince. “You did so good, love” You smiled sleepily, and whispered, “I love you, Lee..” He chuckled, carrying you to the shower now. “I love you, l/n”

[naomiarai]

smut ─── ── .✦ (18+)

face sitting with heeseung; despite your unsure protests, saying you were scared you would crush his perfectly sculpted face, you find your knees planted on either side of his face, bare cunt above his awaiting tongue. “sit, baby” he orders from beneath.

you’re thighs tremble, hovering just above his face, slick and aching with tension of holding back. heeseung’s huge palms pressing firmly against your ass, fingers digging into the flesh, guiding and demanding. “don’t make me repeat myself” he growls, voice dripping with hunger. “sit. on. my. face” your body moves before your mind processes, knees sinking into the mattress, cunt lowering. his lips part, tongue flicking out for a taste of wetness, enough to make you gasp and jolt, thighs clenching around his head. heeseung chuckles sinfully, the sound vibrating straight through your core.

“i said sit, not hover” he says again, his tone more gentle this time, with a hint of a smile in it. swallowing, you sink down down, just a little more, until your soaked cunt his flush against his mouth. you moan as his tongue slides through your folds with a slow and greedy drag, stealing the airw from your lungs. and then, he absolutely devours you. heeseung’s tongue moves disgustingly fast, lapping, circling and dipping into you with dirty precision. you whine and moan, loud and broken, grinding down against him as your head falls back. “seung—! f-fuck! ooh!” you gasp, fingers threading into his red hair, tugging tightly. he groans into you, the vibrations sending another wave of pleasure to your dripping hole.

“mm, shit- that’s it pretty, fucking ride it” he says, words lost in your wet cunt, but you feel every syllable and groan. and you do. desperation takes over you as your hips start to move, fast and messy as you chase the knot building in the low of your stomach. heeseung moans into you, his hands bruising your thighs, keeping you exactly where he wants as, his nose nudges into your clit just right, tongue curling inside your gummy walled hole. your thighs shake, trembling around his head and he just groans again, like you’re body falling apart was the greatest reward.

“hnng! i’m gonna come, h-hee! oh god” you cry out, grinding down hard. and just as you say that, you come hard, orgasm ripping through you sharply, body arching from pure painful bliss. still, heeseung dosen’t stop. he dosen’t even slow down, he keeps licking your through it, swallowing your release, savouring it even as your hips buck and twitch from overstimulation. he retrieves from your pussy only when you’re gasping and trembling, a smug smile on his face. “you really thought you’d crush me, princess?” he pants, voice drowned with arousal. “baby, i want to be crushed”

(i really lost my fucking mind :p)

[heetr]

can u pls write about backshots with heeseung🙏

💌 ; immediately, YES.

with the room being dimly lit, the warm toned lamp set up in you and heeseung shared room gave the perfect atmosphere for this. you’d both have been going at it for about an hour and he just couldn’t get enough of you. you could count on two hands how many times you’ve finished. although he took his time with you. especially now.

the way he had your head pinned into the mattress, he was a little more rough now. “you like that?” he spoke between moans—the shaky breaths you let out as you gripped onto the sheets, moaning his name into the pillows and eyes rolling back ever so slightly. you couldn’t help the fact that heeseung was quite literally, in your guts.

the firm grip he held on your hips, thumbs imprinting into your sides like a tattoo. he was mesmerized by the feeling of your walls, the sound of it, the way he drowned in that sound. it was intense, his moving faster and the heat rising to each of your body. this was better than any workout. he wanted you to feel every fucking inch of him.

the echos of the skin slapping, snapping you into pieces with each thrust. his voice sounds like silk, encouragement to you while yours was like music—pushing him work work harder. faster. “just like that,” he watched your ass recoil back against his. the way you fit so perfectly against him, like a glove. it was more than enough to edge you closer.

something about the way he was moving, the way he drew you to you millionth orgasm for the night. his free hand slipped onto your back, arching it deeper while the other hand slapped and gripped your ass. he’s filling you up, making you his—what more could you ask for.

[intromortal]

mtl enha legal line to be hard dom? :3

⚠︎ smut. hard dom stuff, talks of edging, dacryphilia, bondage, super brief mention of omo, marking, overstim, impact play

HEESEUNG can be a hard dom but i mostly see him as a tease! he's mean in the sense that he makes you WORK for it. imagine riding him, struggling to bounce up and down on him while he just lays back against the headboard with that lazy smirk of his, enjoying the view of your ass jiggling with every bounce. he's not just like this when punishing you, i can see him getting turned on by your struggle (and tears). he'd whisper little encouragements, but they sound sooo condescending because he's not moving an inch! if you wanna cum you better put in the work. also i KNOW he's mean when you're sucking him off, bucking his hips into your mouth just to make you gag and then laughing at you when you do ohhh he's a menace.

JUNGWON, much like heeseung, is a complete tease. i think of him as really into marking and claiming all there is to claim. you def have to wear a turtleneck after you two fuck it's like he goes rabid. also into anal, will absolutely pound into your tight little hole while ignoring your clit (whether it's ass or pussy, nothing changes, he's still ignoring that poor bundle of nerves just to hear you beg) don't yell at me but: omo.

unpopular opinion, but i think SUNOO can be a pretty mean. i hc him as a switch, but i also hc him to be into both giving and receiving pain, so when he's a dom, he's extra mean. he has a crazy stash of sex toys somewhere just ready to use on you!! both a brat and a brat tamer, i can picture him hitting your ass with a whip while edging the fuck out of you. also really into dacryphilia. i'm just the messenger tho don't shoot me

JAKE is not higher simply because i don't think it's fully intentional when he's being harsh. you feel sooo good he just can't help himself! he'll bend you in the most uncomfortable positions and take and take and keep taking from you because he can't stop!! he's dizzy with pleasure and gets pussy drunk sooo easily he doesn't even notice how much he's manhandling you and how many times you've already come around him. he just keeps giving you more even when pleasure blurs into pain and at the same time he's babbling the most incoherent praises.

bottom two are interchangeable but for the sake of ranking i'd put JAY over hoon because while i think of him as mostly a soft dom, he's got a bit of brat taming in him. when you misbehave, he can he so strict which is why he's not last. really into pussy slapping as a punishment, and this man is patient, so expect to be edged until you can barely even register any word coming out if his mouth. bomb aftercare tho!

my loverboy SUNGHOON is last because i'm a firm believer in soft dom!hoon <3 he just wants to praise and take care of you at all times, it's truly what gets him going. literally cannot cum unless he sees you fall apart because of him first. i will say though, he lives to please you. so if you brought up wanting him to be harsher with you in bed he would 100% do it without question, anything for his girl. also i sooo see him with a bondage kink, but i think he's mostly playful in bed. oh to have sunghoon make love to me😞

[gardenwons]

nerd!seung whose glasses fog up when you ride him

STOPPP OMFGGGG

nerd!heeseung’s breath hitches, his chest rising and falling fast as he feels your walls tighten around his cock, buried deep inside you. His glasses fog up, blurring his wide, lust-filled eyes as he stares up at you. You didn’t really need tutoring, but he doesn’t need to know that... well- not right now, he's too lost in this newfound feeling with you to care. His hands, once gripping the bedsheets, way nervous to touch you, finally find their way to your waist. Mentally screaming in his mind, hee can't believe he’s living out what he’s only ever experienced in his wet dreams.

You lean in, adjusting his glasses, lips brushing against his as you close the gap. Heeseung’s on the edge, torn between the intense arousal flooding his senses and the unexpected warmth in his chest. The act of you fixing his glasses felt strangely romantic, making him feel even more lost in the moment as he’s about to come undone.

He starts to meet your pace, his hips moving up to match your rhythm, and a soft whimper escapes his lips. His voice trembles as he moans your name. You grind down on him harder watching as he struggles to keep up, his breaths shallow and desperate, glasses slipping to the bridge of his nose. Each thrust brings another shaky breath, another whimper, as he loses himself completely in the feeling of you.

[bambiens]

LIKE A TATTOO .☘︎ ݁˖ – 00 PROLOGUE

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SYNOPSIS ⟢ after suffering a gruelling break-up, y/n vowed to start doing all the things her ex-boyfriend had never let her do before; partying, having fun, and making reckless decisions. during a usual night out, y/n spontaneously decides to try to get inked – which ultimately led her to meet lee heeseung, an independent tattoo artist. meeting heeseung was an embarrassing memory that y/n would like to forget (which she had forgotten by the next morning anyways considering she was completely hammered), however, after encountering each other again by chance – or luck if you call it that – heeseung decides he’s found the perfect canvas for his art; his next muse.

A WEEK AGO...

[word count: ~900, 3 screenshots] ignore timestamps!

it was safe to say that everyone had one, two, many drinks. after leaving the club, you had all been roaming the streets of nyc with no set destination – your glossy eyes made it hard to see all the fluorescent lights around you, and it wasn't helping that the intoxication was still settling in. all that filled the air was laughter of you and your friends – and the occasional whiff of underground sewage.

abruptly stopping her tracks, giselle suddenly gasped aloud, startling everyone – it wasn't until then that you, yunjin, and beomgyu noticed you were all parked in front of a tattoo shop.

giselle turns to face everyone, already grinning from ear-to-ear, "does anyone want to get a tattoo right now?"

"can we do that another time, i think i might throw up if we don't call a cab right now," beomgyu replied, waving his arms around flamboyantly in defiance.

deciding to ignore beomgyu, giselle rolls her eyes turning to look at you and yunjin, where the silence became almost deafening.

honestly, you wouldn't say you were opposed to the idea of spontaneously getting a tattoo at this moment, but what really turned you off was the idea of getting it alone. you thought to yourself that it wouldn't be much fun if it was only you experiencing getting a drunken tattoo – but then, you suddenly started to begin thinking otherwise.

your two feet began dragging themselves towards the entrance to the tattoo shop where you loudly blurted, "whatever, momma didn't raise no fuckin' pussy."

.☘︎ ݁˖

upon entering the shop, the four of you guys tried to lock-in (in other words, seem sober). however, this strategy didn't help at all considering heeseung could already smell the liquor coming from you guys as soon as you all stepped in. plus, you're all still wearing club attire – it doesn't take much to put two and two together.

you clear your throat as heeseung walks towards the reception desk, "how's your night been?" he asks you with a grin on his face.

"good, good... you know same old, same old," you can hear giselle, yunjin, and beomgyu all giggling in the back.

"actually..." you begin batting your eyes at him, "i was wondering if you'd be a kind fella and be able to, um, give me a tattoo... right now?" at this point, you become aware of how off-putting you probably seem to this man.

while speaking, you were unaware that heeseung had been smirking at you the entire time.

"you know, i'd love to, but," his eyes dart to the clock then back to you, "one, we're about to close, two, you are very visibly drunk and therefore cannot give proper consent, and three, it's by appointment only."

looking back at it now, you don't really know why you kept going at it.

you pouted your lips, intertwining your hands together begging, "c'mon, please, no one has to know. it'll be our little secret."

to be honest, you put on quite a convincing act that it almost tempted him. but instead, heeseung squints his eyes at your words, biting his lip back from laughing.

before heeseung responds, he softens his voice – almost as if he's gentle parenting you, "listen, you're really drunk right now and i wouldn't be a very good artist if i tattooed you under the influence, wouldn't i?"

all you do is simply nod at his words.

"but..." he drags out, "how about this, if you somehow remember this encounter when you're all sobered up, i'll give you whatever tattoo you want, no appointment needed, free of charge, just walk in whenever."

somewhere in the middle of his tiny spiel you start smiling.

he starts to speak again, "just ask whoever's at this desk for 'heeseung.'"

you couldn't tell if this was his way of flirting with you, but you begin to play along, "and what if you're not here?"

"i'm here everyday baby, it's my shop," he replied playfully.

you smile at his words, already slowly walking back towards the door, "we'll see, goodnight heedong," heeseung doesn't bother to correct you since you're already hammered, he just lets out a small snicker.

when you turn on your heels to exit, you find that all your friends had left you. you pause for a second, confused as to where they went and how they left unnoticed by you. were you really that enamoured by some random tattoo guy that you couldn't even tell what was happening around you?

while stuck in thought, heeseung lets you know, "they're just outside. i think one of them is throwing up."

you slightly turn your body to look back at him where you give him a tight-lipped, "thanks," before finally making your way out the door.

heeseung watches you leave with a grin on his face, looking at your back profile up and down just before your tattoo catches his eye.

in bold, the words, "lucky you" are etched onto your lower back.

"huh, lucky..." he mutters, looking down at his own knuckles on the counter that read "luck" and "fate."

if you were to ask heeseung now why he did what he did that night, he probably couldn't even tell you why himself – and in all honesty, he was never expecting to see you ever again, he just wanted to entertain himself that night.

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author's note: heeseung watching yn leave his store (REAL)!!!! also chapter one out NEOW❤️‍🔥

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[i2sunric]

HEESEUNG BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

based from this ask from anon! tysm 💗

boyfriend!heeseung who loves sleeping but never fails to wake up earlier than you just to bring you a cup of coffee or tea to start your day.

boyfriend!heeseung who drops everything at practice and runs home to you in the middle of the night if you have a nightmare or just need him.

boyfriend!heeseung who kisses your forehead and hums lullabies for you to fall back to sleep.

boyfriend!heeseung who invites you to the studio to help him choose an outfit and let’s you ride him in your favourite.

boyfriend!heeseung who begs you to come and watch him at music shows just to make you suck him off before his performance.

boyfriend!heeseung who wouldn’t mind sharing you with his members and teach them how to please you (but only he gets to cum inside you).

boyfriend!heeseung who goes insane at the thought of fucking you raw, see his seed drop down your thighs, imagining your swollen belly, pregnant with his baby.

boyfriend!heeseung who overall loves you so much and would do anything just to have you in his arms all day long.

[heeheeswifey]

dilf!heeseung headcannons

MDNI!!

maybe your next door neighbour wasn't too bad after all..

dilf!heeseung who met you first when you were talking to your friend outside.

dilf!heeseung who thinks his wife is too, bland.

dilf!heeseung who's fucking you dumb not even 2 days later.

dilf!heeseung who loves fucking your tits, and coating your face in his cum.

dilf!heeseung who keeps you in a full nelson, his favourite position.

dilf!heeseung who loves choking you.

dilf!heeseung who just wants to fuck everywhere.

dilf!heeseung who has phone sex with you when your at work.

dilf!heeseung who thinks your an angel from the heavens just because your pussy is heaven sent.

dilf!heeseung who's just nasty, making sure to eat his cum out of you afterwards.

"hee, not now.. I have work.." you say, as he peppered kisses all over your shoulders and neck. "Please, I'll be quick.." he whispers, pressing his clothed dick against your heat, as it twitched wildly. "heeseung, no." You say flatly, making him groan. he cupped on of your breasts in his hands, squeezing it. "please, you have like an hour left,." he says, rubbing his cock on your cunt for god knows how long, before you hesitantly gave in. "fine, just...be quick." You tell him, and before you could say anything else, he's muttering quiet 'thank you's and 'your the best's. he quickly pulled your shorts off, thumb pushing in-between your pantyclad folds. "h-hee, be quick-" you get cut off by him peeling your panties to the side,arms hooking under your thighs before pressing them against your chest. "Look at that, she's fucking leaking f'me..,shiiitt..." He says, marvelling at the sight before him. "heeseung, I swear to god.." you say angrily, before he slapped you across the face, squishing your cheeks roughly. "I'm not hurrying, I'll take my time with your pussy. I'm not lettin' you go to work today." He says, as you clench around nothing. he quickly takes his sweats off, spitting down on his cock before starting to push into you. "it's always about the fucking time, why don't you be a good girl and let me take care of you today, yeah?" He says, before quickening his pace, his balls furiously slapping against your ass. he pushes your legs further upward, as they quiver and shake. "How many times should I make her cream 'round me? 3? Or 4?." He questions, pondering before he continues his assault on your cunt. it was absolutely weeping for him! "h-hee, i need to go, p-please-!" You croak out, toes curling underneath the fuzzy socks your wore, as you clawed at his back like a cat. "I'm not letting you go, woman." He says, kneading at your ass. "heeseung- I'm gonna cum, shiiitt!-" you mewl, back arching of the bed as you convulsed around him, coating him in your cream. but still relentless, he plowed into you furiously. he quickly adjusts himself, finding a better angle before placing his feet on the bed, pounding into you as he thumbed your clit. "I'm not done with you yet, darling.." he purrs, smacking your ass harshly. your legs shook aggressively as you felt another orgasm approach, his hand wrapping tightly around your throat, blocking your airways for a moment. Black dots sprinkled your vision, but it made your orgasm better. your walls constricted around his dick, as you raked your nails down his bacl. the squelching sounds of your pussy echoing throughout the once silent room. "oh shit- your fuckin' choking me, baby -" he chuckles, before pulling out of your cunt, dragging you closer to him by the edge of your panties. he kneels down, before you feel his mouth sucking at your swollen clit. "hee-! ohmygodohmygodd!!" You whine out, words coming out in desperate slurs. Your hands immediately went to grip his hair tightly, pulling him impossibly closer. His nose rubbed against your clit, as he slobbered and lapped at you pussy. your legs tense up as you feel another orgasm speeding towards you, in record time. "Relax f'me baby, let me eat." He says, looking up at you before detaching from your cunt, slapping it roughly. and then he went back to make out with your pussy, soothing the burning ache. "fuuuckk- pleasepleasepleasee-" you moan out loudly, before you cream on his tongue, legs shaking harshly. the man between your legs gets up, and wipes the remaining part of your cum, (which he's drowned in) off of his mouth, leaning down to suck on your tongue. As he kisses you messily, and idea pops up in his brain. he pulls away before taking some deep breaths, reaching for his phone on the bedside table. he moves you so your back is flush against his chest, and he hooks an arm under your thighs,spreading you for him. you pull your underwear to the side, hooking it under your ass. "be a good girl for me, yeah? I'll make you cum jus' one more time."

But you may have forgotten one thing..one very, important thing. Plan B pills..

dilf!heeseung who came home to a positive pregnancy test, his jaw dropping as he gripped the test tightly.

[nshmuras]

bad boy, good girl

where you treat his deep wounds after he got into a fight, for you.

pair: bad boy! heeseung x good girl! reader

warnings : cussing, slightly suggestive

buns note : this is strictly for the “good girl” heeseung stans

Being a delinquents girlfriend was no easy thing.

you heard about heeseungs doings all across the school, it always got to you first.

you have told your boyfriend he didn’t need to result in physical violence to solve quarrels but..

he always seemed to have a new cut everytime you saw him; and he always pecked your head and brushed your concern off with a “im fine baby.”

and you were always used to it; your concern fading into a smile.

but as you sat in your bathroom at your condo, a beat up heeseung in front of you, concern was etched onto your features.

“Seriously heeseung… i thought id be use to your little cuts by now..” you said as you examined the large wound on his bicep.

he stared at your face for a moment before chuckling. “Baby, it isn’t that serious. the guy just jabbed at me.”

you shook your head in annoyance as you dabbed a alcohol covered cotton ball on his wound.

heeseung would usually explain to you his stories—but now he sat eerily quiet.

“Heeseung, you awfully quiet today—“ you paused when you saw heeseungs face was a blushy tint.

“Those–…. those dicks were speaking badly about you baby.” he tugged you closer and sat you on his lap.

that action took you by surprise and you paused at cleaning his wound.

he knew you were about protest and tell him in a whiny tone. “you dont need to fight for me!” like always.

he lifted his arm that was injury free, cupping your chin with his hand.

he began to pepper your face with kisses, speaking in between them. “No one.. can speak about.. my baby.”

he ended with one kiss on your lips that was a bit feverish and rough.

you dropped your cotton swab and gripped onto his shoulder, returning the kiss.

he was starting to roam his hands all across your body before you stopped it when it landed under your shirt.

pulling back from the kiss—which resulted in a little bit of a metallic taste of blood on your tongue—you spoke. “w-wait.. i still have to treat your wound..”

he scoffed and shook his head. “i don’t need one arm to touch you pretty.. now be the good girl you are and shh.” he said as his lips connected to yours again.

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[tmwcs]

THE BUTLER

Warnings: Unprotected smut, slight voyeurism, secret smut, secret love, heart break, Y/N is a rich girl, not at all spoiled, slight Cinderella vibes, stepmom and sisters, they don't really like y/n, and death. MDNI content is for 18+ only.

Something for you guys as I finish the last chapter of DT. I started this a while ago but finally decided to finish it, as you can see, I was inspired by the release of "Criminal Love" so enjoy. I enjoyed this piece quite a bit. Part of this is proofread, so sorry if the ending of it seems a little sloppy.

“Oh! She’s here sir!”

The house nanny calls out, informing your father of your expectant arrival. Your mother and stepfather told you that this was a great opportunity to travel overseas, leave home, and expand your horizons as a prospective student. And lucky for you, your father’s work as the country’s Ambassador afforded you said opportunity, and you wish you could be just as excited about it as everyone else. Truth of the matter was, it devastated you to leave. 

Of course, growing up in a proper household, one with many manners and strict etiquettes in place, only meant that naturally, you were groomed to put on a mask to conceal your true emotions, among other things. 

You loved your family, and respected your father dearly, even when only seeing him every summer. Yet there was something back at home that caused this change of pace; something that you knew you had to get away from, even at the cost of your goals and happiness. 

It was hard for anyone to understand, since you and your former companion had only known each other for a year. To others, it appeared only as a fling, a swift love that left as fast as it came, but for you, it was a whole other matter. Unbeknownst to everyone around you, promises of a tight future we’re made, all initiated by him. He told you he loved you, cherished you, and that you both would be together forever. So was it a surprise to you, or him, that you fell into the abyss of depression and had clammed up after he exposed how he didn’t think much of your relationship;  that it was just something to look back on, as “experience” for real love. 

“Real love?….”

How could he use those words put together? How dare he? After all the times that you gave up to be with him; the sacrifices you made, and not to mention, the countless hours you made up to maintain your grades while still being there for him whenever he needed you. Such as the time when he lost a beloved family member, and you were the only one there to console him. One thing led to another and in a blink of an eye, you were no longer a virgin. You never minded, after all, he did tell you that he saw a future with you as his wife, and you responded each time by giving him your flesh and sweat….you did all of that, yet he didn’t see it as real love. 

Your mother and stepfather could never know the degree of your breakdown. How could they? They probably suspected it, but never confirmed that you lost your virginity to the man. After he told you that he no longer wanted you, he moved on to another girl, one that you used to call ‘friend’. How despicable. Guess that was college life for you, though you would have never braced for something so heartbreaking to happen, even at a prestigious university. 

After all that, you stopped talking and dropped all of your classes. You fell lower than ever before, and perhaps your mothers words, “It's not a big deal, he’s not worth it. You’ve only known him for a year, forget about him.” Was said, only to try and bring you back from the ground you found yourself graveling on. You know your mother better than anyone else, she loved you more than the world and would do, and say, anything to bring you back to a sound mental state of mind. She always did before, only this time….it didn’t work. 

That’s when the idea of sending you to live at your fathers estate came to discussion. Your father was a very noble man, not in a literal sense of course; the man had built himself up from nothing, growing up from such a poor family. Through his elaborate military career and his continued service in politics, he earned his lavish lifestyle. The driver opens the door and gives you a hand, helping you out of the backseat as you are immediately greeted by the house nanny, and your father following suit. 

“Papa!” 

“There’s my girl! Come here, it’s been too long since I last saw you. Look at you, just as pretty as always.” 

Holding you in a warm embrace, you felt free from the pain of heartbreak as you hugged your father; you missed him so much and it was always good to see him. Aside from being with him, his estate was something that you always cherished. He had acres of land, manicured with a few guest homes on the property. There were large floral gardens and orchards that decorated the entire estate with the main house stationed at the center of the acreage. Maybe coming to live here for a while wasn’t such a bad idea after all. And who knows, if you had ever found a reason to go back, you could always get up and go ... .just as much as you could settle down and stay, so long as you had found meaning behind that decision. 

During your embrace, you caught the eye of the trio that made their way over, though they seemed less excited in greeting you. 

“Well, you could have called when you were nearby. We were just about to have lunch. It would have been embarrassing to begin eating and to take a pause because of your arrival.” 

When it came to your father, mother, and stepfather, they were all a delight and you couldn’t have asked for better parents. However, when it came to your stepmother, that was an entirely different story. Of course, your fathers marriage to her wouldn’t be complete without your two stepsisters…

“Oh my gosh! Look at her hair! See mom! I want my extensions to be as long as her hair, the same length.”

“Y/n, where did you get your outfit? It’s so pretty, I want one just like it but in pink. Don’t I look good in pink?” 

Your father takes a moment to jest, yet you had a feeling by the tone he took with your stepmom and sisters, that he was more on the serious side at hinting on their lack of manners. The ‘joke’ was him remaining tactful, as always. 

“Well, usually it’s customary to say ‘hello’ and ‘how are you?’ whenever you’re greeting family, but I guess talking about lunch, hair, and outfits is just as welcoming.”

Looking up at your father, he gives you a small wink before placing a kiss on your head, much to the obvious dismay of your stepmom. “I was only trying to point out that it would have been more considerate of her to call, that’s all. But, I guess you do have a point.” 

Your stepmom quickly took the hint, and rendered obedience in her own manner, before ushering the girls to come up and greet you properly. Pushing boundaries with your father is never a smart idea, for anyone. The man was rich, had close connections with the government, and didn’t feel the ‘need’ to have a wife as much as he merely enjoyed having one for companionship. Your stepmom knew that, just needed a reminder from time to time that he would drop her quickly, along with your stepsisters. You’re not entirely sure what had gone wrong, you never did anything to your stepmom nor did you ever go out of your way to offend her. Yet somehow, she acted somewhat distasteful to you. As for your stepsiblings, it wasn’t quite their fault. They were spoiled, had everything beyond the world given to them, and only acted out based on the initiative of their mother. Nevertheless, you were always pleasant and did your best to make them feel welcomed. You even gave up your room, the largest suite of the household, all to accommodate their ‘needs’ shortly after your father married and brought them in. Since you previously had only come for long visits in the summer during your college breaks, it wasn’t a huge deal to give up your room, or your favorite guesthouse, which was once your getaway for whenever you wanted to paint and do pottery. What was once your soaring heaven had now become a playhouse for the girls…to depreciate and throw their large parties for whenever they wanted to have their friends over. Guess that is what it means to be the elder and the matured one out of the brunch. 

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you fed. I imagine you’re tired and hungry from that long flight, did you have any trouble finding Bitterman?” 

“No Sir, I found her with no trouble. It’s quite easy to find a girl as pretty as her.” Bitterman, your fathers driver, chimes in, earning a chuckle from the latter. “Thank you my friend, be sure to get yourself fed as well, Louis has the kitchen smelling delightful.” 

Your father was always admired and loved by the staff, and it wasn’t hard to see why. He wasn’t just wise, rational, and a thoughtful type, he was also benevolent and selfless. Indeed, he was just as good of a master as he was a father and husband. 

“Oh, Bitterman, no need to get the bags, I’ll get them.” Your father exclaims as he goes to pick up one of your luggage. “Oh um….I can get that Papa, it’s actually kind of heavy—“ 

You were cut off when a shadowed figure appeared out of nowhere and grabbed hold of the leather strap, just before your father completed his reach for it. “I got it sir, please allow me.” 

The tall figure was dressed in a black suit with a fitted designer trench coat to match, paired with fine leather gloves; the right one being fingerless. His hair was swiftly combed to the side, with a few pieces dangling above his eye and brow, yet it only enhanced his suave appeal. There was a slight bit of royal purple hue to his strands, yet it was tasteful and neat. He effortlessly picks up the luggage and swings it over a shoulder, and picks up another large carry-on before making his way inside the house. “The Nénuphar suite, correct?” 

“Yes, thank you Ethan.” 

Confused, you looked at your father as he took note that you hadn’t been properly introduced to his newly acquired staff member. “Oh! Ethan, this is y/n.” Turning back to you, your father completed the introduction as he took your hand and guided you closer to the mysterious man in black. “Y/n, this is Ethan. I’ve told him all about your arrival and if you need anything in my absence, come to him. He is the head of my household staff and is my personal butler, second to no one, except myself.” 

“B-butler?” You were caught off guard at the label, the man did not carry the appearance of a butler. That was when your father somewhat clarified. “Well, butler in an abstruse sense. All you need to know is that he is my right hand man. So if you ever need anything, come to me or Ethan.” 

‘Abstruse? What is that supposed to mean—‘

“It’s nice to meet you y/n.” 

“Oh…it's nice to meet you too. Thank you...for taking my bags, I can get the rest of them.”

“No need, I’ll have it taken care of.” Turning his head to the side, he raises a hand and snaps his fingers. Upon the crisp sound echoing among the grand entrance of the estate, a series of maids and butlers come in and grab the remaining of your belongings. You raised a brow before peaking a questionable gaze at your father, in which he replied with…

“I told you, he is my right hand man.” 

…………………………..

The next morning, you awoke in your beautifully furnished room. After carrying out your hygiene routine and dressing yourself, you walk down the lengthy staircase to find the girls at the base, dressed primply with jewels and broaches decorating their hair and outfits. 

“I want to re-do my nails.”

“You just got yours done yesterday, it’s been three days since I got mine. I want to add more jewels.”

“I want more flowers.” 

“I wanted them with a sharper point.”

“I wanted them longer.”

Walking through the foyer, Ethan takes stride with his hands clasped behind his back, as if he was taking a walk of leisure. Breaching the girls, they immediately dropped their topic of nail decor and called out to the handsome butler. “Oh Ethan!” One of the girls calls out. “I just got this dress yesterday, what do you think? Do you like it? Doesn’t pink look good on me?” 

Ethan gave a faint, side smirk as he paused in his steps. His hands remained behind his stature as he stood comfortably, not responding. Your other sister butts in, trying to vye for the man’s attention as she shows off her manicure. Again, he remained silent, yet the girls seemed to be used to it. 

“Oh, trying to be silent like always?”

“That’s so hot.” 

“Come on, won’t you say anything about my outfit for once?”

“Or my nails?” 

Pouting their faces rather flirtatiously, the girls flutter their lashes as they bite their lip, only to get nothing out of the man. You continued walking down during the entire entourage and once you reached the base, Ethan’s eyes sparked up. He glanced up and beyond their heads, watching as you made your way down. You pause as your sisters remained standing on the last step, seemingly oblivious to what the man was staring at. 

“Ah, young lady, you’re just in time. Your dad wanted to see you first thing this morning.” 

Extending his hand and shooting it between your sisters, the girls part ways as they watch you take Ethan’s hand as he guides you down the last step of the staircase. “I’ll take you to his study.” You felt his fingers subtly pinch your hand as he firmly established his grip. As he started to take you away, he suddenly paused with you remaining closely behind. His masculine scent was befitting with the dashing designer suit he had on; he looked more like a businessman than a butler, perhaps that was what your father meant from yesterday's conversation. Turning his head halfway, he glanced over to the girls and spoke in a low tone, all with a dashing smirk decorating his side profile. 

“Oh…about your outfit and nails….it is not in my place or station to remark on such matters. Please consult your designers and seamstresses if you ever feel confused.” With a slight tug, he pulls your hand and leads you away while the girls stood confused with hurt feelings. There hadn’t been many interactions between Ethan and the girls, but from what you heard by the house nanny, the few times he did exchange words with the two, it was far from what they ever expected or trying to achieve. Aside from his laconic smirks, the man was stone cold towards the two. 

Reaching the double doors of your father’s private office, another butler stands by. “Please inform the master that his daughter is here to see him.” Ethan calmly states. The other butler nods before knocking on the glazed wooden doors, before peeking in upon hearing your father responding from inside. The elder butler steps aside and gives a slight bow towards Ethan as the latter bars the doors wide open, gently dragging you behind. 

“Sweetheart, did you sleep well?” Your father immediately speaks out, while Ethan takes you over to a tea table, surrounded by lounge seats. Pulling the seat back for you, he guides you over and pushes you in towards the table, where a lovely tea set and tiered tray filled with all sorts of snacks and finger sandwiches were nicely laid out as your father makes his way to join in. “I got all of your favorites.” Your father says proudly, shooting another wink over to you. 

Ethan finishes scooting you into the table, his hands gently caressing the back of the seat. Before pulling away, his hands gently graze over your arms and shoulders as he walks out with one hand in his pocket. The man certainly walked with a sense of authority and carried out a superior presence, more so than even your father, even though he was the master. 

“I am sorry for how your stepmom and sisters behaved yesterday, that shouldn’t have happened.” 

Your fathers words caught your attention, causing you to turn your head away from Ethan’s backside, making eye contact with your sympathetic parent. “I had words with them yesterday and will make sure that doesn’t happen again, they need to be more mindful especially since you’re going to be here for a while.” 

You shook your head and waved off his concern. “It’s fine, I’m not worried about it.” 

Your father smiles at your reassurance and chuckles. “Good.” Adjusting in his seat, he takes a cup of tea and begins to sip on it while carrying the conversation to a different direction. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded as you took your own cup and delicately sipped from it. Your father kept adjusting in his seat, appearing to find it difficult to gain comfort within the chair, not that it wasn’t hard to see why. The chairs were beautiful and carried a regal vintage design, but were very much too stiff for someone like your father, who required more softness to accommodate his back. No doubt he had so many strains from all the years he served in the military. 

Just as you were about to ask him if he needed something for his chair, you hear the doors from behind open. Turning halfway in your own seat, you watched as Ethan entered with a silk and plush pillow in hand; he didn't say a word, instead, he walked directly over to your father and handed it over to him, obviously flaring his familiar knowledge of your father and his routines. 

“Oh thank you so much Ethan, you do know me too well.” your father chuckles out as Ethan smirks. “Sweetheart, you want a pillow for your chair?” Your father asks you while Ethan stands by his side. He crosses his arms and gives a slight tilt of his head, establishing a rather dominant and assertive stance, yet your father seemed to be quite used to and didn’t mind at all, in fact, he seemed to embrace that wholeheartedly. You shook your head and politely declined the offer, to which Ethan issued a slight nod before exiting the study, turning back once more to pull the doors shut. 

“I like Ethan, he’s super cool. Good guy too.” Your father spoke rather comfortably. You furrowed your brows confusingly, while nodding in agreement, sort of. “Is he…really your butler?” You asked as your father took a finger sandwich from the tier stand. 

“Mmhmm.” Your father issues his response as he bites into the sandwich, and chews it while sipping on his tea. Looking back up, he gives you another wink. You chuckle and take one of the finger snacks and enjoyed it, along with a conversation that took up the entire morning as you caught up with your father and told him about college, your mother, stepfather, and even the young man that broke your heart, though one day at your father’s estate seemed to have done a lot of healing, more than you expected. You didn’t know why, but that would unfold as the days continued to swing by. 

………………………

A couple of weeks had passed, and you didn’t see much of your sisters or stepmom, they weren’t really around at the house so much, instead, they liked their constant outings and partook in continuous shopping trips. You laughed and cringed internally as you watched the girls make their attempts in gaining Ethan’s affection, much less his attention. Half the time, the man would ignore their teasing and flirting words, but the times when he did entertain small talk, it was always a major shutdown, at least that’s what it looked like to you. But to the girls, it was something else. 

…….

‘Oh that’s just how he is, trust me, Ethan likes it when I talk to him.’

‘I think he likes talking with me more.’

‘Shut the fuck up! He likes me more, bitch!’

‘You’re the bitch! You fucking rude bitch, who the fuck do you think you are?’

…… 

Now you were by no means a saint, but for the most part, using vulgar language was something you considered to perform only when the situation called for it. An outburst of anger perhaps, or…when you had your heart broken. A flashback of when the man informed you that you were just ‘practice’ for his real and true love came to mind, and the image of you screaming out and lashing every cursing you could imagine in his direction. Yet the girls were using it so freely, over a man that didn’t seem to take interest in anything other than his duties. 

You politely excuse yourself from the room, allowing for the girls to bicker in peace while the seamstresses customized their designer gowns for the upcoming event. You gently shut the doors behind as you take your stroll outside, loving the sound of the doves that hummed their tune in a nearby Magnolia tree. You walked over to the massive gazebo, lavished with wisteria vines and overlooking the flat fields that extended past the lines of the property. A stone rail surrounding the gazebo stands at chest height, it was perfect for you to rest your forearms on as you leaned in and took in the beautiful sight of nature and tranquility. You watched as the staff members from afar tended to the private livestock, and harvested the fruits from your father’s orchard. In a peaceful state, you stare off with nothing in mind other than the happiness you witnessed as the staff members conducted their duties from afar, not at all realizing that you were watching them with a smile on your face. 

“Enjoying the view?” 

You turned your head and saw Ethan entering through the hanging vines of purple flowers from the Wisteria plant. “Oh–yeah…sorry, you caught me off guard.” Chuckling, you turn your attention back to the staff members. Ethan comes by your side, and as you had done, he leans against the stone rail while resting his forearms on the smoothed top surface. “Yeah, I seem to have a habit of doing that from time to time.” He calmly tells you, it almost seemed like it was his way of joking, yet you didn't really know whether to laugh or stay silent, so you gave a delicate chuckle instead. 

“How are you enjoying being back? It's been the previous summer since you’ve last visited, correct?” 

You nodded. “Yes, last summer was the last time I came over. At first, I’m not sure if I was thrilled about living here, not that I don't love my father, I do. I just…it was an abrupt decision and I didn’t really have a whole lot of say in the matter. But I’m glad I did…I miss my dad so much and I always did like this place.” 

You confide as Ethan stares off at the orchard, nodding gently at your words. “When did you start working for my dad?” 

Ethan lets out a light and airy chuckle of his own, dashing a side smirk as he continues to stare off at the fields. His hands were decorated with the leather gloves, with the right one being fingerless, as always. “Next week makes it six months.” 

“You like it here too?” 

“I do.” He pauses as he clasps his hands together before him. “Your dad is a good man.” 

“Yeah he is.” you chuckle out, flattered by the compliment. 

“Did you finish with the seamstresses?” he inquires. You turn to glance over to him with a faint, sweet smirk before looking back over to the distant orchard. “No, not yet. I figured I’d let my sisters do their thing and I’ll get my dress made after.” 

“Hm. So you’re just wanting to get away and enjoy solitude in the meantime then.” his voice was deep, calm, and soothing. There was a tone in him that brought the image of a placid lake and  gentle wind to mind. You could side with your father’s opinion on Ethan, he was a gentle and good man, and he was very fond of your father. 

“Yeah…I love to get away.” you responded back, lifting your nose into the air as you relished the soothing wind blowing against your skin and through your hair. Ethan tilts his head over. “You love to get away?”

“Yeah.” you chuckle out as you flinch a quick glance over his way. He smiles in return. 

“What do you like to get away from?” 

“Everything. Sometimes I just like to get away from people, and be only in the presence of nature and wind.” 

“What else?” Drawing your secrets out, he inquires for you to continue, and you confide fully without giving it a second thought. “I like to get away from responsibility and duties, and experience freedom, even if it's just for a second.” 

Remaining in his leaned state, Ethan adjusts, shifting his weight over to one arm as he turns to fully face your direction. “So, you’re an escape artist, in a sense.” He smirks out. 

“Yeah.” you chuckled, loving the feel of the wind picking up pace, roaring through your hair. 

“You’re a runner?” his voice peaking a sense of interest as he remarks your habit of ‘running away’ or getting away from the things that burden you.

“I am.” 

“You’re a runaway that likes to daydream?”

“I am.”

You both laugh in sync. He licks and bites his lip as he turns his face away and stares back off at the orchard. “Neat.” is all he says. Just as you were going to inquire about his unusual leather gloves, a dainty voice comes in from behind. “Y/N, we’re ready for you now.” You turn to see the personal seamstress. You smile and bid Ethan a goodbye before leaving him at the gazebo, not realizing that your smile flashed a charming sense that became permanently ingrained in the man’s memory. 

……………………….

The night of the event, you sat in your room for a while before deciding to finally make your appearance at the ballroom. Your father’s residence was massive, with four floor levels and a grand ballroom on the main floor; despite frequently visiting every summer, it took you a while to remember your way around. Now, you know the entire house like the back of your hand. 

You walk down the staircase, listening in on the laughter and small talk of the large crowd residing in the ballroom. The tail of your dress slinks down each step behind as you drag your hand against the smooth rail. You opted for a simple, plain and form fitting gown, with a high slit reaching your upper thigh; you’re not entirely too sure why you felt the need to look sexy, but why not? You only live once. 

Your sisters also opted for a sexy look, though their plunging necklines screamed of desperation rather than seduction, but you kept your opinions to yourself. Tonight was a night for celebration, not for bickering. 

You enter the grand room and earn a wave of stares. Your father stands at a distance and smiles proudly as he watches you make your way to one of the floor length windows. You gaze off at the moon, it looked so full and pretty tonight, shame you had to be inside. 

The lights dim down, and the band plays a gentle piece that initiates the guest to slow dance. That was your que, one that you always looked out for, so you could…

“Get away…” 

Snaking through the crowd, you make your way over to one of the outer doors that lead to a stone corridor that wraps around the entire base level of the mansion. You found solace in a secluded corner that overlooked the moon and stars, and was closed off to guests. The area wasn’t at all separated distinctively; it didn't have any walls, yet the four large pillars that surrounded it provided enough cover and seclusion for you to remain undisturbed, at least from the guests…

“Getting away again?” You turn to the side and notice Ethan entering the outdoor sitting area. 

“Yeah…just for a little bit.” 

He walks over and just as he did before, he stands by your side and admires the view of the full moon. His appearance wasn’t anything out of normal; he had on a fine black suit and tie, his leather gloves, and black shined shoes. His hair was styled just the same, and roared out a purple hue under the moonlight. In all actuality, he looked like one of the prestigious male guests inside the ballroom. Taking note of the privacy you both shared, you finally had the courage to ask him about his unusual choice of gloves. 

“I was wanting to ask you…”

“Hmm?”

“Your gloves…I dont think I’ve ever seen anyone wear gloves like yours, especially a butler.” 

“Oh, these? It’s just for comfort when I carry out some of my tasks.” He puts out nonchalantly, pretty much in the same manner as your father responded whenever you breached the topic of Ethan. 

“Oh, I see. A butler that just likes to wear leather gloves then.” you chuckled out, with his own laughter following closely behind. 

“Yeah, just a butler who likes to wear leather gloves.” he gently repeats as he switches his gaze from the moon, and looks over to you. Had you not been admiring the moon yourself, you would have taken notice of his unyielding stare. His eyes travel up and down, noting that this was the first time since your arrival to your father’s estate that he got to see the reality of your form. It was beautiful. 

Admiring the curves of your body, the length of your hair traveling down your backside, and the complexion of your glowing skin, the man found himself in awe….again. 

“So what made you want to get away this time? The people? The politics?”

“The moon.” you jest, slightly biting down on your lip, though you did so harmlessly. Yet Ethan couldn’t help but see the sultry beauty behind it. “I like the moon.” You claim. 

“Oh yeah? What else do you like?” he punctures your way, unbeknownst to you, he takes a step closer by your side. 

“I like animals. I like food, and the stars, and–”

“To run away…” he finishes, earning your sudden attention, allowing for you to see that he had migrated closer. 

“...Yes. I like to run away.” You calmly state, issuing a faint nervous chuckle upon noticing the feasting hunger that glared in his eye. It scared you…but you were liking it….and you wanted more of it. 

Reaching up, he takes a bit of your hair and glides his fingers through the length of it, allowing it to fall back on your spine. “Now tell me again…what else do you like, pretty girl.” 

Your breathing was less steady and deep, you suddenly found the tone of his voice so alluring, and the way he ran his fingers through your hair brought out a tight feeling from within your gut. Tingling and numbness chimes in your womanhood, it was a sensation you were familiar with, yet this time it was much stronger and vivid. You whisper out your response, taking the plunge and the chance to tell him, without being so direct…

“I like….you…” 

So much for not being too direct. At least you could say you tried to keep it somewhat discreet, which was much more than what you could say about your stepsisters. 

“Yeeeah…I  like you too…” his voice grew deeper and the shine in his eyes grew fierce as the hungry sense raged wildly, he looked different. He looked almost frightening, with how starving his eyes looked, yet the moment he gripped a handful of your hair while saying his piece, you could care less that he had the look of a hungry killer or a sadistic maniac, you were willing to feed him, and he sensed it. 

With the grip of your silk strands, he pulls you in, sucking in your breath as he fully envelops your lips in a deep kiss. Oh to be kissed by this man….it was something else. 

He explores your body and rubbed your hips, his fingers digging into your waist as a hand rides up your back and cradles the back of your scalp while taking in the sensation of your soft strands. The first moan you release against his tongue, he instantaneously rushes you against the pillar nearby, the force of his weight pushing you back until your shoulders meet the cold marble. Your rear and spine is plastered against the surface, yet he continues to push as his body melts into you. Without breaking the kiss, he keeps pushing, rubbing, and grinding, feeding off those sweet moans you let out. 

Finally, he allows for the both of you to take a breath as he abruptly breaks his lips away. Softly gripping your neck, the fine leather squeezing against your skin, he whispers before placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, his eyes staring down at you and never breaking contact. “Be a good pretty thing…and try to stay quiet for me.” 

“Mm..mmhmm…” you moaned. 

“Yeah? Can you do that?”

“Y-yes….yes…”

“Yeah?” he lowers his head and buries his face into your neck, ravishing you with kisses as he smothers his saliva on your smooth skin. “Say you’ll be good for me.” 

“I-I’ll….I’ll be good…I’ll try to be good…mmm…Ethan.” 

“Heeseung.” 

You moaned out of both, pleasure and confusion as you winced your eyes shut upon feeling his kisses becoming rougher, his teeth nibbling on your neck. “H-Heeseung?” 

“Mmhmm…my real name.” He lets out just before he gives you a sharp bite. “Ah! Uggghhhhh!!’ you jerked up upon feeling the stinging sensation, with him easing it out as he licked over his teeth mark. “Shhhh….you gotta be good, remember?” he mocks as he gives you another bite.

“Ugh! Fffffffffuck….ugh!” you lengthen out your moans as you feel your body tremble. You really thought you could be quiet, that wasn’t hard to do with the last guy…but with Ethan…no, Heeseung….it was impossible. 

“I…I can’t…I can’t….please…please let me scream….oh God I wanna scream…” 

Looping his hand under your thigh, he lifts your weight as your back drags against the pillar, his lips sucking and kissing your breasts, which have now become exposed as he pulls the straps down from over your shoulders. With a mouthful of your plump areola, his free hand trails upwards and makes its way to gently cover your mouth. “Then scream baby.” 

His finger digs into the skin of your upper leg as he sustains your weight, while his free hand shoots up and gently holds you by your neck. It was all happening so fast, you hadn’t realized that he had already snaked his member out from his trousers until you felt the warm skin of his hard bulge probing your clothed entrance. He fingers your panties and scoots them off to the side, where the probing became more intense as you felt his hips bucking upward. He enjoyed teasing you with it, poking you a few more times as he wasn't focusing on entering, until you let out a whine that indicates your desire for him to do it to you. “Please…..” you moaned out. He kisses you as he finds himself, slipping through your tight walls. The both of you breathed out deeply and simultaneously upon feeling the initial penetration. He breaks the distance just slightly between your lips, so that he could take a better look at you while he continued to thrust all the way in, slowly. Sloooooowly. 

There was so much friction, roughness, and pressure, but it was all divine. He stared down at you, looking directly into your eyes with his feasting ones, while his grip on your neck tightened ever so slightly. His thumb reaches up, and grazes over our gasping lips as you pant out your moans. 

“Shh…” he waves his index over your lips, hushing you tenderly before the base of his groin meets with yours. You felt full, stuffed, and complete. He gives a slight nudge, imploring for you to respond that you were ready, and you were. With a slight nod, your eyes glistened as you gave him his que, to which he took, along with a kiss on the tip of your nose before he started to pull out. He didn’t have to say it, you could hear it within his growl that you were tight. Your walls squeezed every ounce of precum out of his throbbing length as he drew it out from the immense pressure your cavity created for him. Your squelching walls squeezing him, cradling him with a tight ring of muscle that made it almost seemed impossible for him to penetrate a second time. His breathing escalates yet each exhale becomes prolonged as he groans out the pleasure he felt upon breaching you. He exits out fully, his bulbous tip barely lays nestled in your cavity, with only the very tip that carried his exit laying inside, but it wasn’t for long. You clenched uncontrollably when you felt him plunge back in, harder, deeper, and faster. He bellows out in the depths of your gut while shoving his nose and mouth against your skin, still holding you by the thigh and neck. His hips thrust, starting off at a slow tempo, but taking no time to pick up the pace. In just a few seconds, you found yourself being lunged upwards in a jolting motion, all at high tempo. 

In and out, his thrusts were graceful yet demeaning as he goes in each time with the intent on tearing you apart, feeding you the immense thickness of his length and girth. The sound of the bustling guests exiting and mingling outside of the house could be heard, all unaware of what was happening behind the large pillar that Heeseung had you pinned against. You so badly wanted to scream, it all felt too good. The way he had you bouncing upwards at high momentum, your hair draping and decorating the marble backing as he continued to shove and lift you to accommodate each thrust. Biting your lip, you couldn’t take it anymore and yelp out in desperation, only for him to shoot his hand up and cover your mouth as he did before. 

“Shh….that’s my good girl.” Whispering against your forehead, his thrusts become harder and tighter as he reaches the areas of your body that you never knew could be obtained by a man. His length repeatedly hits a spot that causes you to yell out into his palm in a repeated motion as he goes in with so much ferocity. Your body goes limp, and you could barely contain yourself. Sensing that, he flings your thigh upwards and catches it, adjusting his grip as he scoots in closer while penetrating deep inside, leaving absolutely no distance between your heated bodies. 

“Good girl…good girl…take it….keep taking it…..fuck!” 

Feeling your walls pulsate did him in. You felt his cock throb with violent twitches as he buried it deep inside, releasing his warm, silky seed into you. The way you felt his length bend and flicker against your muscles, with the hot temperature of his children entering invigorated you, causing you to experience your orgasm. Your walls leak, vibrating out your ecstasy while he stays put for a few minutes; leaning back, he stares down at you with fulfillment in his eyes, they are no longer hungry. Satisfied under heavy lids, he reaches up and takes from his internal breast pocket of his suit, a silkened handkerchief. He pinches the corner, before whiplashing it to unfold as he slides out, inch by inch. Once you felt hollow, you felt the warm ooze of his labor dripping down your thigh. It was thick and white, mixed with the clarity of your body’s own solution produced from your orgasmic high. Keeping your thigh elevated, he takes a knee and  drags the smooth silk against your skin as he delicately wipes up the residue, leaving a trail of kisses against your inner thigh upon cleaning you up. Dragging his tongue upwards, he leaves your skin spotless before standing straight up, placing a tender kiss on your lips. No words were exchanged, just acts of affection and softness to conclude the lovemaking. Throughout the night, Heeseung danced and kept you company, flashing a smile your way every so often, much to the dismay of your sisters. 

“Why is Ethan dancing with her? I want to dance with him too!” 

“After me first.” 

Your stepmom subtly scolds the girls under her breath, pressuring them to focus on the more eligible bachelors that roamed the ballroom, no doubt heirs with big money behind their names. Yet the girls had a hard time shaking off the handsome Ethan from their minds, and only grew more frustrated as they watched him court you. Your father sips from his fine glass, and reassures your sisters as he issues a firm look over to your stepmom. “I’m sure it’s nothing girls. Go and mingle with all these other handsome fellas, I’m sure they’d love to dance with you two.” 

“But dad! I’ve been telling you how long I’ve had a crush on Ethan, it’s not fair!”

Your father slides his stern look over to the girls; “I’m sure Ethan is being polite, after all, it's the first time your sister attended this event, he’s more than likely trying to make her feel welcomed since she doesn’t know anyone here. I’m sure it’s nothing.” 

Glancing over to you and Ethan, your father smiles softly upon admiring the way you both flowed with the course of the musical piece being played. Whispering to himself, he quietly tells himself, “I’m sure it’s nothing…but love.” 

…………………………….

The following week, you spent more time with Ethan. For a butler, he didn’t seem to be as busy as you would expect, especially considering the house was massive. Then again, your father did mention that he was the head of the house staff, and second to only him as the master of the household, so perhaps his duties were strictly supervisory with high authority. Either way, you didn’t mind that he was free to be with you the majority of the days, it was exactly what you had needed to recover from your previous partner. Ethan had heard about him, yet never brought him up, he never felt the need to. As far as he was concerned, you had him now, and that was all that mattered. 

One day, you went out with your sisters to do some shopping. You took interest in the local food vendors that sold fresh produce, while your sisters were enchanted by the local boutique of their favorite designer brand and the release of the new collection. You interacted with the sellers, buying simple ingredients to prepare a nice meal tonight, for you and Ethan. You were surprised that your father hadn’t become curious as to your frequent absence at dinner, since you were spending each evening in private with Ethan, dining at the gazebo or at one of the guest houses. Perhaps he knew? Or maybe he just trusted you to care for yourself, after all, he never restricted you to a strict schedule, allowing you the freedom to provide for yourself whenever you needed. 

As you walked the row of street vendors, a mysterious figure from afar eyeballs your movements. Stationed at the peak of a nearby tower, he aims and observes through a scope, attached to a sniper rifle. Being the only legitimate daughter of the Ambassador came with some ups and downs, and it would appear that your father had enemies that intended to cause you harm, perhaps as a warning for money or secured and private information that would affect national security. Blindly unaware, you continued on with your shopping, just seconds away from getting pierced through the chest with a stray bullet. A bullet…that was shot in silence, not a sound heard by the crowds. 

Hunched over, bleeding, and choking out his last breath, the mysterious assassin slowly fades out over his rifle; a single hole in his chest leaks out the last of his vigor as his vision blackens. Across the tower, on the roof of a neighboring hotel, another rifleman kneels perched with his own weapon and silencer. Ejecting the casing out from the ejection port, a leather gloved hand catches the steaming hot brass; with his trigger finger is exposed, he releases and activates the safety switch on the weapon. Peeking through the scope, he watches the mysterious figure die out, then switches his aim over to you. Watching over you, his scope follows your every move, until Bittmerman pulls up. 

“Miss y/n, it's time to get back. Your sisters are already in the car.” 

You nod and smile happily. “Okay, thank you.” 

Taking Bitterman’s hand, he guides you in the backseat where you are reunited with your spoiled sisters. He shuts the door and looks up to meet the eye of the scope, emitting a nod that implies your safety behind bullet proof glass and steel. Smirking, the rifleman lowers the gun and takes it apart. Chuckling to himself, he places the components of his rifle in a fine case before standing and watching Bitterman’s car drive off. 

Taking his index, he bites the tip of the leather glove and pulls it off his left hand. Taking the brass casing, he flicks it up in the air before catching it with his strong hand, adorned with the fingerless leather glove. Rolling the brass in between his fingers, he admires it for a second before he preps to take his leave. Chuckling once more, he whispers under his breath, growing excited in seeing you upon his return home, knowing you'll be waiting for him.

“I’m just a butler… who likes to wear leather gloves, pretty girl.”

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[heetr]

sleepover with heeseung and other friends where you're all watching a movie in your bedroom. he lays his head on your thighs, makes a few comments about how thick and jiggly they are that the others hear and agree with. after the attention is off of you, you all continue watching the movie and you mindlessly pet heeseung's hair as you keeps watching with his head on your lap... before he suddenly bites your thigh, catching you completely by surprise 👀

and no, you're not dating... this could be the start of a fuck buddies-type relationship though 🤭

💌 this is PEAK exhibition and i’m here for it. and as a thick thighed girlie myself, im going to pretend this is me 😛. thankssss

heeseung would love the way you reacted. the jolt you slightly made, your thigh tensing under his head, eyes darting down in disbelief. the bite wasn’t hard, but it was sharp enough to catch you completely off guard—and something about the way heeseung just smirks up at you, like he knows exactly what he’s doing, makes your stomach flip.

“you smell good,” he whispered, he was dripping with mischief. it was all in his dark eyes. your breath hitched as you looked around the room. everyone was so immersed in the movie playing. sprawled out around your bedroom while you and heeseung were the only two on the bed. heeseung finger traced your thighs—almost like he was teasing you. seeing what you’d do next. hands traveling up to your inner thighs, you were quite ticklish there, moving under the hem of your shorts.

you were basically asking for it. smelling that good, looks like the pineapples and cranberry juice cleanse every week comes in handy. and the way your thighs just felt like pillows to him, god he could fuck them right here, right now if he wanted too. he turned on his stomach, kissing your thighs repeatedly and even kissing the soft spots. you had to hold back giggles and moans because of his behavior. “stop,” you whispered, but he didn’t.

leaving small marks and hickies on your skin, they looked so pretty on your thighs. he couldn’t wait till movie night was over—he’d stay behind to help clean up, (the mess between your legs.)

[bambiens]

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[enha-stars]

body shaved legs open mouth open hair tied back teeth brushed eyebrows done no pants only night gown warm food clothes ironed house clean bed made kids at school windows dusted fridge organized pillows fluffed

[heeeepot]

Toys.

oneshot 💫

pairing: bf!heeseung x female!reader

includes: smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), angry sex?, overstimulation, dirty talk, unprotected sex (alwaysss use protection!) assertive heeseung — lmk if I missed anything!

story begins under the cut ! minors, dni:)

After a long day of yelling at people who work for you, all you needed was your girlfriend.

Heeseung was tired, setting down the last file in the cabinet before locking it. Getting ready to go home, he thought about you. About how less the time you guys spend together is getting each day, and it was Heeseung's fault.

He found it difficult to make time for you with all the work coming in unexpectedly, and he understood why you would be so upset about it.

Letting out a sigh, he walked to his car, driving back to his home, it wasn't a house. It was a special girl, Y/n.

Heeseung and Y/n have been dating for 3 years now, but they've been friends for 9.

They went through everything together. Since they were in middle school, everyone knew they were going to end up together, they were too oblivious to even see how much chemistry they had growing up.

That was until they were 18 when they realized they were inlove, one was just braver to admit it. And it was not Heeseung.

That's where it all started, everything was perfect, literally perfect. Until they both started working.

They felt like an old married couple who hasn't had as much intimacy anymore. But, that didn't stop them from going on a couple dates and surprising eachother with gifts time to time.

And that was unfortunately not going to happen tonight. Heeseung had come home late, not being able to buy her a gift.

All these thoughts in his head came to an end when he parked the car. Using the keys to unlock the house, surprised to see you still awake.

"Babe? It's nearly 1 am, what's keeping you up?" Heeseung asked, with obvious exhaustion in his voice.

"That's the problem, Heeseung. It's nearly 1. Do you even know how late that is? What can happen to you out there at this time? Did you even know that I texted and called you numerous times? Heeseung we went over this, I'm getting tired." Voice nearly breaking, Y/n almost didn't hold herself together at the few last words that left her lips.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, please. I know you're tired baby and I'm sorry, I probably don't know how you feel but I know that I'm hurting you, I don't want that."

"Ok, Heeseung. 4th time you said that this week." Y/n said bitterly. She was tired with all the excuses that he had.

Walking off to their room, Heeseung follows her, handing out to her wrist.

"Babe let's talk about thi—" Heeseung was cut off, on the bed was a bunch of toys, Y/n's toys.

Y/n's instincts were to run to them and try to hide it. She knew it wouldn't help but what else was she supposed to do anyway?

"Y/n?" Heeseung's voice was suddenly stern.

"What is it now?"

"Were you— possibly using those while I was at work, baby?"

"Me? Those?" Y/n scoffed, she knew he was onto her but she just wanted to see how far she can go with this.

"Who else would use a vibrator and a dildo, baby?" Heeseung's voice is suddenly low, as if he liked it.

"Don't know, maybe your other bitch left it here." Y/n shrugged. This pissed Heeseung off, he was sensitive when it came to mentioning other girls, he only focused on you.

"Oh, yeah?"

"What do you want, Heeseung? Whatever it is, I won't do it for you." Y/n rolled her eyes, this wasn't attitude, she just wants more attention. (y/n just like me fr)

Y/n turned to enter their bathroom. She suddenly felt a force behind her, pushing her into the bathroom, and suddenly placed on the counter.

"What the fuck, Hee?" Y/n was surprised.

"Don't act like you don't want this, Y/n." Eyes dark, his hair falling in front them.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about, Hee." Y/n's abdomen was suddenly warm, it turned her on.

"Then I'll show you what I'm talking about." He says, unbuttoning his black polo shirt while his eyes are still locked to yours.

"H-Hee, what are you doing?" You were suddenly nervous, even though this is what you were always asking for.

"Strip." He commanded, Y/n was frozen, just looking down at his body.

"I said strip or I'll do it for you." Voice deep and low, his adam’s apple going up and down with each word that left his lips.

When Heeseung said that, you felt a little bratty. Like how you always were when it came to situations like these.

"Do it for me, baby." You leaned in, you left a kiss on his weak spot. Right under his ear, just above the collarbone. His groans were audible, hips coming closer to yours.

His hands flew to your waist which he starves for everyday. Grip getting tighter with each kiss that left him wanting more and more. Your kisses alone would make him cum, that’s how weak he is when it comes to you.

"You do me so well, Y/n." He whispered, biting his lip careful to not let out moans.

His hands traveling to your smooth thighs, squeezing them. This made you whimper into his neck.

"I love hearing you, baby." He says, squeezing your thighs more.

Your breasts were now against his bare chest, you wanted to lick every muscle he had.

"Tell me, baby. Who were those toys for?" He asked, now reaching for your ass.

"None of your business, Hee." You backed away from his neck, which now had small redish purple patches from your mouth.

"What's the attitude for?" He was getting irritated, he always found your attitude unnecessary.

"I don't see any attitude." You shrugged, getting off the counter then walking back to the room.

He then carried you over his shoulder, dropping you onto the bed, keeping both of your hands in one of his, holding it above your head.

"Heeseung!" You shrieked, struggling to get out from his grip. He was towering over you, crotch to crotch.

He ties your hands to the bed frame, leaving you helpless, and you liked it. You always liked when he was assertive.

He removes your shorts and underwear in one motion, spreading your legs open. He was met with your pussy, full of slick that he was ready to eat off you.

"Your pussy will always be my favorite late night dinner, baby." He says, his face coming closer to your core.

He licks from your hole to your clit, collecting your slick on the tip of his tongue.

"I missed your taste, I’ll call in sick for work anytime for this." He says going in for another lick.

"Fuck, Hee please be gentle." Your voice came out shaky.

"Can’t promise you that, baby." He starts eating you out full on. Sucking on your clit and fucking your hole with his tongue.

This left your legs shaking, your moans couldn't be held back from the immense pleasure you felt. You then feel him enter two long digits in you, he starts curling his fingers and it made you want his long and thick dick inside you.

"My God, baby. More please, give it to me." You moaned, tears swelling up from the overstimulation.

His tongue hitting your clit repeatedly, his fingers pumping deep inside you. Sucking on your clit, he groaned. The vibration was enough to make you cum all over his fingers.

He brought it up to his lips and licked them clean. You were catching your breath, looking at him as he cleaned his fingers with his tongue.

"I’m not done with you." He says, removing his pants and boxers, his dick springs up and hits his abs, you could never forget how big this man is.

He sticks his dick inside you, groaning and gripping on your legs, he puts it on his shoulders, putting you in his favorite position.

He thrusts without a word, your lewd sounds became louder with each thrust.

His eyes locked with your bouncing boobs which were still clothed. Oh how he missed seeing that sight.

"Fuck H-Heeseung! Feels so good baby." You managed to say.

"You wanna use your stupid little toys while I’m at work, huh baby?" He asks still thrusting his dick inside you with a pace.

“N-No. I’m sorry, please." Your eyes rolled back from the mix of pain and pleasure. You clenched on his dick.

It got a loud moan out of him.

"Your tight little cunt is gonna make me cum soon baby, so fucking good for me." He breathes out, his words adding more lube to his dick.

Within a few more thrusts, you knew you were close.

"Baby, gonna cum soon." You moaned, voice all messy from the motions.

"Cum for me, baby." Those words were enough to make you release, your body shook from the scene.

"That's a good girl, I'm cumming soon baby, keep it tight for me." Hips pounding into your abused cunt, you loved letting him own you.

"Fuck baby, am I not fucking you often anymore? How are you taking my dick in better each time?" His head throws back, showing the marks on his neck, hands on your hips.

He cums inside you, filling you till it was dripping out of your pussy. You moaned at his action, he fucks his cum into you.

"Heeseung! Enough, please!" You pleaded, you could only take so much.

Heeseung let out a small laugh, he loved when you suffered, and it was all because of him. He had you under his control.

He eventually stops, dick pulling out still glazed in your combined liquids.

[heeheeswifey]

personal trainer! heeseung headcannons

MDNI!!

personal trainer? He was just horny.

big thanks to ml @jakesangel for helping me write this, mwah

personal trainer!heeseung who always made you start with stretching, his big hands all over your body.

personal trainer!heeseung who was fixing your form, his fingers deftly pressing against your wet cunt.

personal trainer!heeseung who took every opportunity to have his dick on your ass.

personal trainer!heeseung who kept forcing your back into a deeper arch, rubbing his dick on you.

personal trainer!heeseung who turned the ac off just to make you take your shirt off, leaving you in a skimpy bra.

personal trainer!heeseung who praised you every time you had your ass in the air, convincing you that you finally did something right.

personal trainer!heeseung who says 'my finger slipped!' when he pushed his thumb against your cunt.

personal trainer!heeseung who pretends to fix the weights around your ankles, taking a whiff of your pussy, eyes rolling into the back of his head.

personal trainer!heeseung who thought you were oblivious to what he was doing.

"yeahhh....yeahh, just a little lower, doll." He says, dick print now pressing against your cunt, for the nth time during the session. "Heeseung..stop it.." you whisper to him, as you feel your hips involuntarily bucking against his cock. whatever was about to happen, you wanted it to happen so bad.. "Stop what..?" Heeseung breathes out, erection straining against the sweatpants he wore. "P-please...ts’ not a part your job.." you whine out, a wet patch now staining your leggings. "would you look at that..you want it, don't you?" he questions, a cheeky smile spread across his features. Covering his pointer and middle finger,he presses them against your covered clit. "oh...hnngh..!~" you mewl, cheek pressed up against the thin yoga mat you had. "ts' okay, let it out...only we're gonna know about this, doll." he tells you, shimmying down your leggings. You let out a loud moan once he has his cock slipping inbetween your folds, leaking tip slipping In and out your aching hole. "f-fine...be quick with it.." you sigh, clit pulsing and walls clenching around nothing. "So fucking ..tight..oh!~" he whines, bottoming out into your little cunt, as you bite your lips, tongue lolling out of your mouth as he pounded your figure in to the yoga mat. he pulled on your ponytail, his chest now flush against your back. "Fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuuck!~" you mewl, mascara dripping down your cheeks as you were being fucked dumb. Literally. "your so fucking sexy..can't believe how long I waited..just fuckin- ahn~ fisting myself to the thought of this lil' pussy..!" He breathes out, eyes rolling into the back of his head.he bit your neck, feeling you clench down harder on him, oh he just knew that this wasn't gonna be a one time thing. "this pussy's so good...are you sure that y're not a virgin?" he breathes, licking and biting at your neck, free hand rubbing your clit messily. "Heeseung...oh!~ mmnf- I'm cumming..oh my goddd!~" you say, clenching around his cock repeatedly, drenching it completely in your cum. "fucking hell- haah~" he whimpers lowly, before cumming inside your wet cunt. pulling out slowly, heeseung takes your cheeks, placing a wet kiss on your lips before pushing back in, ready for round two. "Calm down, baby." Who knows when he's gonna get his fill..

[asksoap-mactavish]

hey Johnny~

so how’s it been spending the night in Simon’s barracks? or are those rumors not true? asking as a curious sarg

-🪼💕 anon

*nearly choking on his water, he coughs and pulls the dripping bottle away*

Steamin' Jesus— Which one'ae th' rookies is gooin' aboot spreadin' tha' one? Ah heard plenty'ae rumors, but tha's new.

Ah've nae been sleepin' in th' LT's bunk anyhoo, 'n' even if ah wis ah wouldnae go tellin' everyone...

*Despite his words, the general flush of his cheeks seems to imply that there may be some truth to the rumors.*