#yang heechan x y/n

[enbyjjunie]

For your knees

KINKTOBER DAY 2: deep throating + wet dream + cum eating

reader x Yang Heechan

content warning: reader is afab and is referred to as a girl, wet dream, oral (both receiving), deep throating, head pushing, pet names for reader (princess, sweet girl, good girl, baby), groping, hair pulling, heechan calls reader 'cock enthusiast' but it's said endearingly, gagging, a little crying, PIV sex, creampie, cum eating, little bit of aftercare wc: 2.8k summary: Waking up from a dream that seemed a little too realistic, you only want one thing; to try and deepthroat your boyfriend, Heechan.

BY READING FURTHER, YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE AT THE AGE OF 18 OR OLDER

You could feel Heechan’s hands all up in your hair as you moved down to your knees in front of him. You licked a long, slow stripe up his abs, teasing a little as you knew exactly where he’d rather have your mouth on him. As you pulled down his boxer briefs, you looked up at him with a playful glint in your eyes and kissed the tip of his cock, playing with fire as you could see he was already on the brink of breaking loose of whatever spell had bound him to the couch, nicely letting you do what you wanted to. Until you had gotten his underwear worked down enough and was holding his dick in your hand, quickly feeding yourself the head of his cock, smiling with him in your mouth as you heard a guttural groan coming from above you, and felt the couch shake a little as he had thrown his head back into the back of the sofa. As you sank lower, slowly fitting more of his shaft into your warm mouth, you felt his hands snap up and onto your head, pushing you further down on him. The head of his dick started to reach the back of your mouth, triggering your gag reflex, and you tried holding it back but realised a little late that you had to since it had been a surprise to feel his hands pushing you.

Just as you could feel a shudder going through his body and his hips raising slightly, pushing his dick further in, reaching your throat, you woke up with a start. Mind still playing scenes from the dream you’d just been ripped from, you started coughing, as if you could still feel him in your throat. You turn your head to look at the lead role of your dream, sleeping peacefully, although a little flushed. You were about to let him be when you took notice of his exposed torso, your imagination running away from you. Images seeped their way into your sleepy brain, merging with your dream, of looking up at him, his bare chest and smirk so clearly on display. You needed that; needed to see that so much, that you didn’t really care about waking him up unnecessarily.

“Heechan, wake up.” You had started to kiss up his neck, running your hand over his chest, feeling up the swell of each pec, thumb paying extra attention to when you came to one of his nipples. “Princess?” You loved his morning voice more than anything and hearing it while you were in the state you were in just added extra fuel to your intense fire. You let out a hum as you let your mouth explore the expanse of his neck, loving the way you could feel his pulse thump and pick up as he became more awake and aware of what you were doing. He chuckled, which didn’t help the need burning inside you, and let his hand grab your wandering one, holding it still. “What are you doing, groping your boyfriend in the middle of the night, sweet girl?” You let out a whine. You weren’t his sweet girl just then; you were his horny girlfriend, and he needed to do something about it. It was nothing more than a mumble out of your mouth, but he caught it instantly; “want you.” His other hand, the one not holding onto yours, moved swiftly up and slightly into your hair, to bring you down and kiss you properly, but you couldn’t focus on the kiss. The hand in your hair instantly brought you back to your dream and you couldn’t stop the gasp before Heechan felt it against his lips, filing that away in his head as something he needed to figure out. After he got to kiss you though.

The kiss turned hungry quickly, as he could feel you almost melt when he started kissing you. He experimented a little; once again pulling you closer by your head that he had a firm grip on, and he could feel whatever little sound sprung from your throat vibrate against the sensitive skin on his lips. When he finally pulled you back, separating the two of you, he looked at you, taking in as much of you as he could in the darkness. “Ask,” the dreaded word. You’d rather he’d sometimes take the lead, and you wouldn’t have to utter a single word, or better yet; think a single thought, but that wasn’t how he did things. “You know I can’t know what you want unless you ask me, princess.” You called bullshit in your mind, since the smug smirk he sported while telling you to ask at times was an indicator that he definitely knew what you wanted, at least sometimes. But you just wanted him, so you didn’t put up a fight that time.

You took a few deep breaths, a little embarrassed to say the words. “I want to give you head.” He sat stunned for a few seconds. “You-,” he cut himself off with a single breathy laugh, not believing what he’d just heard. “You woke me up so that you can suck me off?” You nodded, trying not to let the embarrassment take over you, as that would mean taking it back. But you wanted to suck him off, so badly. As Heechan thought it over, he couldn’t shake the idea of seeing you on your knees for him and so he nodded, a smirk growing wider on his face. “Okay then,” you looked up at him with glee before you could feel ashamed about your reaction and scooted down and onto the floor, grabbing his wrist to take him with you to the bed’s edge.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You heard from above you and watched as he leaned back and you almost told him off, too impatient to play around, until you saw him bringing one of the thicker pillows on your bed to you. “For your knees,” he offered you such a sweet smile, you couldn’t help but lean up for a kiss while taking the pillow, with him following suit, placing his lips on yours. As soon, maybe even before, you had gotten comfortable on the floor, you reached out and made quick work of pulling the boxers he was sleeping in down his hips and thighs.

Before you, his dick stood at attention, harder than you’d expected it to be. You looked up at him to see him looking down a little sheepishly, “look, you may have woken me from a bit of an… active dream.” You wanted to laugh but you were way too horny to react in any other way than doing what you’d been thinking of doing since you woke up. And so, you wrapped your hand around his shaft and gave his head a lick, to which you could hear a sharp gasp from above you, no sounds of exhaling coming after it, making you think he was holding his breath. “Shit, baby,” his hands gripped the duvet he was sitting on with a force that turned his made his knuckles white. “Give a man a warning!” He wasn’t actually scolding you, which you could tell by the moan that followed the words. For once, you decided to listen to him. You slipped him out of your mouth again, spitting on him and spreading your saliva over his member. You looked up at him as you were stroking him slowly, catching his eye as you said; “I wanna deepthroat you. Please help me?” You could almost visibly see his soul leave his body. He was sitting stiffly, but the cock you still had in your hand throbbed with excitement at the idea. “Say that again,” you couldn’t help but whine in embarrassment and hide your head in his thigh, telling him that ‘it’s what happened in my dream!’ as a valid explanation for your filthy request.

You could feel a hand on your hair again, fingers weaving between the strands, as he lowly muttered; “you literally dreamt of throating me?” more to himself than to you. He was not sure if he even woke up or if he was dreaming still, you looking like that on your knees in front of him and saying what you were could only be in his dreams, right? But the way your warm mouth had felt around his sensitive head definitely felt real. He coaxed you out from your hiding place and you could see from the look in his eyes that he wanted it almost just as much as you did. “That’s so hot.” If you hadn’t been in the situation you were in, you’d have made a comment about how he sounded like such a dude.

You raised yourself on your knees a little, staring down Heechan’s cock like it was your prey, eyes only flashing up quickly to look at the owner of your next meal, watching him to see if he was going to say something. Gotten enough of him not saying anything, you leaned closer to where you wanted to be, eyes now trained on the man sitting before you, watching as you lessened the gap. He looked like he was waiting, studying you. And so you closed the gap and let your tongue run over his smooth head, hearing his breath shudder above you. “Okay, princess. I’ll help you achieve your- ah, your dream, just tap on my thigh twice to stop, okay?” You nodded and were about to go back to licking and sucking when you felt a tug on your hair, lifting your head off of Heechan, sucking in air in reaction to the painful surprise. “Wait a minute, little cock enthusiast, I need you to show me that you understand.” His grip lessened on your hair, stopping the stinging pain on your scalp, your hair loosely in his fist. You let out a breath and tapped his thigh twice with your fingers, making sure it could be felt. He smiled at you, a smile that was verging on becoming a smirk. “Good girl.” He nodded and let you move down to his crotch again, but holding your hair back so it wouldn’t be in the way.

You wrapped your mouth around his head again, enjoying teasing your boyfriend a little by sucking a little and licking his slit before taking more of his dick into your mouth, little by little, getting lower with each bob of your head. You could tell he liked it from the sounds he was letting out and the way he’d unintentionally tug a little on the hair still in his hand; body twitching with the pleasure you were bringing him. But then came the point you were dreading; of reaching the point where you wouldn’t go lower on him normally. You had gotten most of him in your mouth but there was still a bit of his shaft left out. You tried going lower, but it only triggered your gag reflex, making you jump a little, slipping some of him out of your mouth again.

You felt Heechan’s hand smooth over your head, comforting you and calling for your attention simultaneously. “Princess, slowly.” You took a deep breath through your nose and started sinking lower again, reaching that point before long. “Okay, now try to relax your throat.” You weren’t sure if you were doing it right, but you tried focusing on your throat and making sure it wasn’t tense, and to your joy; you sank even lower. Bobbing a little, getting used to having more of him in your mouth than ever before, you could hear his loud groan coming from above you, his body shaking a little in a way that told you that his breathing had sped up considerably. You could hear little words from him, mumbled out now and then. It was mostly curse words, but you could also discern some praise in between. “Good, now listen; I’m going to push your head down the rest of the way. I will let go as soon as you give me the signal. Cool?” You held up a thumbs up. He let you pull back a little to take a few breaths before sinking down again and feeling him pushing you lower and lower until you could feel his pubic hair tickle your nose and your lips hit against his pelvis. It was a brand-new feeling for you, as you could feel his throbbing cock in the back of your throat. He was able to hold you there for almost three seconds before your gag reflex acted up again and you tapped twice harshly on his thigh, to which he responded immediately, stopping his push-down and helping you get off as quickly as possible.

As soon as you could get air again you were coughing and wheezing, your lungs burning with the amount of air you were inhaling. You hadn’t noticed the tears running down your cheeks until Heechan ran his thumbs over your skin, smudging the salty droplets. You looked up at him with huge glassy eyes, about to apologise for not being able to last longer, but your throat was feeling scratchy, and he beat you to it; “are you okay, baby?” You nodded and leaned into where his hands were lingering, cupping your cheeks. “You did so well. If it had been much longer, I fear I would’ve busted early.” His statement made you laugh, your throat feeling ticklish and you ended up in a coughing fit again. He pulled you up and, in a swift move, pushed you onto the bed. “But now I need to finish in your tight, warm pussy.” He dove in and kissed you with fervour, almost ruining the underwear you had been wearing to bed with the haste and the roughness he tried pulling them off you. He grinded his dick against your slit, letting out an exhale, “you’re so wet. All for pleasing me with your throat?” You weren’t sure how he was trying to sound, but all you could hear was Heechan on the brink of insanity, the words rushed. You weren’t much better yourself, so when a pathetic “yes!” passed your lips, you didn’t care much about how you sounded.

As Heechan sunk into you, he couldn’t help but whimper a little; the slide into you had been so slippery, that he almost bottomed out as soon as he sheathed himself in your cunt. He had been so close to cumming before, he had to steady himself and hold off his orgasm that was just about to wash over him. He wanted to build your pleasure a little before he let himself cum, so he had to regain some control and keep going as long as he could. He breathed in your scent, head resting on your shoulder, before thrusting into you, hips a little shaky before he got the rhythm. He pounded into you but before long he could feel he wasn’t going to last much longer, and he could tell you were on edge too, your airy moans sent a shiver through his body, and before he could stop it, his hips were stuttering and he was filling you up with his seed.

He allowed himself to catch his breath before he crawled down to have his head between your thighs. “W-Wait, Heechan, what are you doing?” Your voice was unstable, but he was picking it up perfectly. “I can’t just let this end without having given you a proper orgasm.” He had a no-nonsense tone with you, and you knew that no matter how much you told him that it was alright, that you didn’t need it and that you already got what you wanted, he was still going to make sure you finished as well, which was sweet to you. But that was before you could feel his cum leaking out of you. “No, wait, Hee- mmph,” before you could say anything, he had licked a fat stripe up your slit, his own cum getting caught on his tongue before he got to your sensitive clit. He lapped it in him and was surprised by how much he loved getting to eat his own seed out of you, the night already feeling filthy enough that it would fit in.

He went tongue-first into your pussy, lapping up the sticky, salty liquid he had left inside you, and got to work on your clit with his thumb. Already having endured so much stimulation, it didn’t take long for your back to arch off the mattress and your toes to curl, pleasure shooting through your entire body, with your boyfriend helping you ride it out. Heechan grabbed your underwear that he had tossed to the side and wiped his mouth before tossing them over in the vicinity of the laundry basket, jumping up to be beside you and cuddle you, both of you coming down.

He had you hugged to his side, his eyes slowly blinking shut, when you spoke up; “I’m sorry I couldn’t deep throat you longer.” Heechan just pressed a sweet kiss to your lips and whispered: “It didn’t matter to me, princess. I just wanted you to do what you wanted to do,” and with that, the both of you slipped back into sleep, satisfied.

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First Times are Hard

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content warning: talking about sex, and i think that's it really wc: 1,3k summary: heechan can't seem to get intimate with his girlfriend, so he asks his friends for advice.

Heechan couldn’t believe himself. He had somehow finally bagged the most gorgeous, funniest, sexiest woman and then he didn’t know what to do to get into anything steamy with her. He had tried, of course he had, but it always ended up either awkward or sweet and innocent or both and he didn’t know how much longer he could go on that way without losing his mind. His head hung low as he was sitting in the kitchen in DKB’s dorms, thinking about the night before, how his incredible girlfriend had taken the initiative and crawled into his lap and started making out with him, even taking his hands to put on her body the way she liked, and yet Heechan had frozen like always... He groaned to himself as the scene flashes before his eyes in great and embarrassing detail.

Heechan jumped when he felt a hand being placed on his shoulder, not expecting anyone to be in the common area. He looked up at the handsome face of Sungmin, who looked to have changed into his day clothes already. It was early, compared to how early they’d usually get their day going on a weekend. “Are you okay, Heechan hyung?” Sungmin asked in a comforting tone, “yeah, yeah I’m okay. Do we have something scheduled this early?” Heechan looked down at his watch to see that, no, he hadn’t had the time incorrect, and it was indeed 7 am. Sungmin shook his head and took his hand off Heechan’s shoulder to move around the kitchen, to find the things he needed for breakfast, Heechan assumed. “No, we don’t, I just had plans with a friend of mine to grab a coffee before our schedule.” He paused for a second then went back to roaming around, grabbing stuff from their cabinets. “Why were you looking like you were being psychologically tortured? I could hear your groans and mumbles down the hall.” Heechan became red at the thought of being so loud with his torment, but before he could reply, Changmin and Dongil came into the kitchen too, with Harry-June following close by. “As could I,” Dongil quipped, and Harry giggled at the input, adding to Heechan’s embarrassment, placing himself on top of one of the kitchen counters, watching the older members roam around for breakfast. Changmin sat down next to the man in question and leaned forward on the table to search his face, for what, Heechan didn’t know.

As if it was obvious, Changmin sighed and told him to ‘spill it!’ to which Heechan groaned and hid in his arms on the table. “His ears are turning red!” Changmin whispered to Dongil, most likely, and Heechan reached up to cup his ears, embarrassment flaming them up even more. He could hear muffled giggles around him, and he was about to turn around to swat at them like the annoying pests they were acting like, but Changmin had put a comforting hand on his back before he could, moving his palm over the expanse of his back and Heechan felt the blush ebb away. “C’mon, tell us what’s going on, Channie.” Heechan gulped, trying to force down the lump that was hanging out in his throat. He straightened his posture in the seat and fiddled with his fingers. “You guys remember that I have a girlfriend, right?” he croaked out, nervous to be starting this conversation. The others rolled their eyes behind his back and Dongil groaned; “it’s not like you’ve been talking about her every chance you get.” A smile fought its way onto Heechan’s face. He was proud to be together with someone so amazing and happily talked about her to his group members. The smile fell again when he continued telling what had been bothering him. “Well, you see... We haven’t- We haven’t really... done anything yet...” his words turned into mumbles as he struggled his way through saying the words. Changmin sat beside him, brows furrowed, failing to understand why that would leave Heechan to behave this way. “Lots of people wait a while before becoming intimate with each other in that way,” Dongil offered, “for some, it’s not ever a part of their relationship,” he continued, trying to comfort his friend. Heechan’s flush returned to his cheeks and he croaked out; “it’s not that.” He looked over at Sungmin, who gave him this look, as to say ‘spit it out!’

Heechan sighed and shook his arms and then hands, trying to shake his nerves out of his body, before sitting still again, feeling every single pair of eyes trained on him. “When we...” he quickly peeks up at Dongil, having his words in the back of his head, “when we get intimate, I don’t know why, but I freeze up! I lose all confidence and my hands get awkward and my head starts to spin.” Heechan almost ended up yelling out in frustration, but he caught himself and it came out as a frustrated groan. There was a long moment of silence before the four others who inhabited the kitchen burst out laughing. Harry and Sungmin had uncontrollable bellylaugh and Dongil tried to suppress an unstoppable giggle, it was only when Changmin had gotten a few laughs out and really looked at Heechan that he swatted at the others to get them to stop laughing. “Aish guys!” the oldest threw at them as if he didn’t laugh himself. The pout on Heechan’s face immediately pacified them all.

Dongil cleared his throat and came over to sit on the other side of the morning’s main character. “Is there something holding you back?” He asked the younger, voice softening to a gentle tone, bringing comfort to Heechan. With the pout remaining, Heechan looked down at the table, a little too embarrassed to look up at the people surrounding him, shrugging. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have sex, pleasure his girlfriend, he only hesitated because he didn’t know how to do that, which, honestly speaking, stunted him like nothing else. “I guess I’m nervous.” It was meant as a statement, but came out more like a question, Heechan almost questioning if it was alright to feel that way. He didn’t notice, but a soft smile grew on the two elders’ faces. “I think you’re in the vast majority for feeling like that,” Dongil answered the implied question. Heechan looked to him, ready with a million more questions but asking the most prevalent first; “how did you... continue if you felt like that?” Dongil looked up for a second, recalling his first time, a crooked smile stretching across his face. “I guess I worked together with my partner, to figure out what went where and what felt good.” He looked back to Heechan, creating eye contact to make sure his point came across as well as it could; “nobody expects you to know everything before you’ve even tried, Heechan-ah. Things like these take practice and trust and communication. Talk with y/n about your concerns and let her guide you when you need it.” Heechan felt a hand being placed on his shoulder again from the other side. Looking over, he saw Changmin with an equal amount of softness and sincerity in his eyes. “And remember; the first time is always going to be a mess. Don't spend time making sure it goes perfectly, because it won’t, and that’s okay; normal even!” 

Heechan’s tensed body relaxed almost completely at the care shown to him by the leaders and his two friends and he brought his arms around both their backs and shoulders to pull them in for a hug, thanking them without words.

Behind them, Sungmin was having a great time watching Harry look out into nothing, looking like he was taking in everything that the oldest was saying, committing as much of it to memory as humanly possible.

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