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©️ heesroses 2026

⋆˙⟡ a/n :: my most anticipated work is finally here :) i spent a few days working on this to make sure it was everything i wanted, so i hope you enjoy xx

“I'm sorry, baby. I know I promised I’d be there at 11, but the track just isn’t right.”

Your eyes scanned the text from Heeseung a few times, rereading his words over and over again. He had been increasingly busy over the last few weeks as he worked on finishing his latest album, and it had been hard to find a time to see him. He spent all of his time in the studio, leaving you longing for him more than you knew was possible.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” you texted back.

The response came quickly. “I don't think so, but if you want, you could come to the studio and hang out.”

“I’ll be there in ten.”

And you were right. You were standing outside the door of the studio in exactly ten minutes, wrapped in one of Heeseung’s oversized hoodies. It was so long that it covered up the shorts you were wearing on your lower half.

“Hey baby,” Heeseung said as he eased the door open. He held out his arms for you, and you immediately stepped into his warm embrace. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you murmured, tilting your head upwards to place a soft kiss on his lips. “What’s going on with your track?”

Heeseung sighed, slinging his arm around your shoulders as you meandered down the brightly lit corridor. The walls were decorated with various records and pictures of the famous musicians who had walked down the same corridor as you were now. “It’s just… something isn't right.”

“In what way?” you asked. You noticed that the studio was completely empty besides the two of you, but you also knew that few people worked as hard as Heeseung did—even if it meant being in the studio until 2 a.m most nights.

“I mean, I’ll play it for you if you want,” he said, pushing open the door of his studio to allow you inside. The overhead lighting was soft, illuminating the small space with an intimate glow. A large soundboard occupied most of the room, and just behind it was a window that allowed you to see into the recording room.

You made your way over to the soundboard, looking down at the vast expanse of buttons and keys that stretched out before you. A large, padded microphone was poised just above the computer.

“I’d love to hear it,” you told him. Heeseung plopped down in the chair beside the sound board, patting his lap to indicate where you should sit. You took your place with a grin, your legs draped over the edge of the chair, before he pressed play on the screen displaying the track.

It started slowly. You were pulled in by the soft beat and mellow guitar, and when Heeseung’s golden vocals began to serenade you from the speakers, your eyes fluttered closed. You loved when Heeseung played his music for you, and knowing that you were the first person in the world to hear this track made you feel incredibly lucky.

The song increased in depth as it continued, adding more instruments and background vocals. However, you could tell from the way that Heeseung’s fingers tapped your thigh that he was unhappy with it. Once it was finished, you turned and looked up at Heeseung's frowning face.

“I really like it, Hee,” you told him, lifting your hand and running it through his soft blonde hair.

“But you don't love it, y/n,” he said. “I wrote this song for you, and I want it to be perfect.

“Wait... you wrote it for me?” you asked. Nobody had ever done anything like that for you before.

“Of course I did, baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Does that surprise you?”

“A little.”

“It shouldn't.” He gave you a small smile before he played the track from the beginning, and you watched as he experimented with adding different beats and chords. He quietly sang different notes under his breath, trying to figure out which notes would complete the song. You loved watching him work, and you were perfectly content just sitting on his lap and listening to the song on repeat as Heeseung tweaked it. After a bit, though, you could tell that he was becoming increasingly frustrated.

“It's still missing something,” he whined, leaning his head back. “I can't figure it out, and it's driving me crazy.”

You pressed your lips to his neck softly, beginning to glide your fingers up and down his chest to try to alleviate some of the stress he was feeling. “I think it sounds great.”

“Thanks y/n,” he sighed, obviously still distracted. Your lips ghosted over his neck until you reached his Adam's apple, and you sucked it slowly as your fingers etched across the carved lines of his abdominal muscles.

Before you knew what was happening, a loud, borderline orgasmic groan filtered into your ears. You clenched your legs together at the sound, and you looked up at Heeseung to find that a look of pleasure had spread across his face.

“What was that?” you mused, your hands still exploring his torso.

Heeseung's lips grazed over your own as he gripped your waist and rotated you so that you were straddling his thigh. “I can't help it when you're doing this to me.”

His mouth crashed against yours, all the restraint of the last few weeks snapping. You hadn't had sex in so long due to his schedule that you were starting to forget how it felt to have Heeseung’s tongue explore your mouth.

“God, I missed this,” he groaned against your mouth, his hands slipping underneath the fabric of your sweatshirt. His hand roved up and down your back, and you couldn't help but slowly grind your hips against his thigh as he did so.

“I missed you,” you moaned, gripping Heeseung’s shoulders to steady yourself as your hips rolled back and forth on him. The air around you felt positively electric with your shared desire, and you were so turned on that you were almost dizzy. Heeseung used his hands to guide your hips as you rubbed your clit against his thigh, the sweetest moans he had ever heard filtering into his ears.

Then, an idea struck.

“Baby, I know what the track is missing.”

“What?” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut from the waves of pleasure that were pulsing through your body.

Heeseung leaned forward and nipped your ear. “Your pretty moans.”

A sudden, creeping heat made its way up your neck, and your eyes met Heeseung’s. “Only if you're the one making me moan.”

“Deal,” he exhaled, sinking his fingers into your hair as your lips met again. A deep, guttural sound escaped him as you began to lightly trace your fingers over his grey sweatpants in the exact spot where you knew his hardened cock would be. Heeseung’s response to your fingers finally meeting his length was to tug the sweatshirt you were wearing over your head, revealing your tits to him. He hissed as he took you in, your nipples already hardened from your arousal.

“You drive me fucking crazy when you don't wear a bra,” he growled, taking in the sight of you atop him, already so hot and bothered. “Let me get the mic closer to you.”

You nodded, unable to stop yourself from humping his thigh. Heeseung stretched his arm out, grabbing the microphone and tugging on it so that it was just inches from your mouth.

“I need you to moan for me, princess,” Heeseung whispered. He knew exactly which spots would elicit the moans he was seeking, and he wasted no time in finding them. He immediately took one breast in his mouth as his hands found their way down to the heat between your legs. A deep rumble came from his chest as he felt the wetness through your thin shorts, and he began to rub slow circles on your clit through the fabric.

“Oh, fuck,” you whined, your breath catching as Heeseung’s tongue swirled in lazy circles around your nipple. His fingers continued to work against your most sensitive spot, and your back arched instinctively to get him even closer.

“You're so needy,” he noted, his words muffled by your breast as he continued to suck. “I love your tits, fitting in my mouth so perfectly.”

Another string of breathy moans left your lips, and Heeseung used his free hand to add the recording of them to the beginning of the track as he continued to massage your clit. “Fucking perfect. Keep moaning for me, baby.”

After another moment of Heeseung driving you crazy with his fingers, he grasped the waistband of your shorts and maneuvered them off your legs, leaving you fully nude. Heeseung let out a low whistle as he took in the curves of your body, the way his hands fit perfectly on your hips and ass.

“Why are you acting like you’ve never seen me naked before?” you teased, tracing a finger along the bulge in his pants.

“Because every time I see you naked, it feels like the first time all over again,” he breathed, gripping your waist in his large hands and lifting you up. He placed you on the soundboard before positioning the microphone directly in front of your mouth. He then spread your legs hungrily with one hand before kneeling on the ground in front of you. “I need more of your pretty moans, baby.”

You nodded, your body alight with anticipation as Heeseung’s parted lips made contact with your core. He licked up your center a few times, and your thighs began to tremble from how pleasurable the sensation was. As he tasted you, he used his hands to place your thighs atop his shoulders, allowing him to fully dive into you.

The wet sounds of Heeseung fucking you with his tongue filled the studio, but the only audio he cared about was the symphony of notes leaving your mouth as he continued to lose himself in the warmth of you. Every few seconds, his eyes flicked up to the computer monitor, watching the waves on the screen jump with every sound you let out. He seemed to be creating a game of it, seeing which spots made you express the different noises he wanted.

“You’re enjoying this too much,” you groaned, desperately trying to find something to do with your hands. His tongue between your folds felt so good that it was making you restless, as if the immense waves of pleasure had nowhere to go.

“Not my fault your moans are so fucking hot,” he said before quickly jutting his tongue in and out of your entrance, his long nose rubbing against your clit in a way that made you moan even louder than before. Heeseung seemed satisfied with this, so he continued on for a moment before he leaned backwards and inhaled sharply at how wrecked you already looked.

Before you knew what was happening, Heeseung’s lips were on yours again, and you could taste your saltiness on his tongue. One hand pulled your hair lightly as the other took one of your nipples in his hand yet again, rolling the soft bud between his rough fingers.

“Heeseung, fuck,” you let out. He smiled deviously against your lips before lowering his mouth to your neck and chest, marking you as if to ensure that anyone who saw you would know exactly who you belonged to. You were Lee Heeseung’s, now and forever, and he planned on fucking you so well that you would never forget it.

As Heeseung sucked and bit your collarbone, he inserted two of his fingers inside your dripping pussy, and you heard a frayed sound escape his mouth. The combination of his teeth grazing against your skin and his fingers pumping in and out of you was overwhelming, and you felt tears well in your eyes from the intensity of his movements.

“Baby, please,” you whined, not exactly sure what you were begging for. “Oh f-fuck, please, please.”

“Please what, princess?” he asked as his tongue and lips moved against your neck. “Whatever you want is yours as long as you keep making those noises for me.”

“I want to cum,” you told him, rolling your hips into his fingers.

“So greedy, aren’t you?” he murmured, lifting his eyes up to yours as he withdrew his fingers from you and ran them along the velvet-soft skin between your thighs. You let out a frustrated groan at the sudden lack of Heeseung within you, but when he pulled his shirt over his head, you realized that something even better was coming.

You gazed at his perfectly toned chest, the sculpt of each muscle eliciting a heavy swallow from you. “Jesus Christ, Hee.”

“What’s wrong, y/n?” he asked, yet again closing the distance between you, his fingers lazily exploring the skin of your back.

“You’re so fucking hot,” you ground out, doing your best to keep your voice even. “And we haven’t even gotten to the best part.”

“Hmm?” Heeseung followed your gaze to the obvious tent in his sweatpants. “Why don’t you do something about it, then?”

You bit your lip and nodded, tugging on the waistband of Heeseung’s sweatpants and boxers so that they dropped to his ankles as one. You took in the full length of him hungrily, and you felt the muscles deep within you clench to the point where it was almost painful.

“I need you inside me,” you panted, your vision turning hazy from how desperately you wanted Heeseung to fill you with every inch of his veiny cock. “I need it so fucking bad, Hee.”

“So fucking demanding,” he chuckled. He stepped back from you, grabbing the microphone before lowering himself to the chair lazily, his legs spread and length standing fully erect. “You want it that bad, baby? You have to come get it.”

You rolled your eyes, but your body was moving towards him before you had even registered what you were doing. You climbed atop him, straddling his hips, but he moved his dick out of the way before you could line yourself up with it.

“What the fuck?” you snarled, grasping his chin in your hand. “Do you want to fuck me or not?”

“Of course I do, babe,” he whistled, obviously enjoying just how needy you were. “I just want to get the microphone in the perfect spot to capture the sounds you make when you sink down on me.”

You let out a frustrated noise as Heeseung brought the microphone a few inches from your face. He began to fiddle with it, and you realized after a moment that he wasn’t actually doing anything except trying to piss you off.

“Let go of the fucking microphone,” you commanded, grasping his forearm in your fingers and forcing him to lower his hand to your hip. “And fuck me already.”

“So fucking demanding,” he purred, but he finally released his cock from his grip and allowed you to line it up with your entrance. You had never wanted Heeseung so bad in your life, so when you finally sank down onto his cock, an orgasmic moan filled the air.

“Fuck, just like that,” Heeseung growled, staring up at you as you took in every inch of him until your bodies were flush. You stayed still for a moment, staring at him hungrily, before you slowly began to rock your hips back and forth atop him. Heeseung’s eyes fluttered shut, and you could tell that he was trying not to make any noise so that the only sounds captured belonged to you.

As many times as you had fucked Heeseung, it had never felt quite like this before. Maybe it was the forbidden nature of doing it in his studio late at night, knowing that you two were the only ones in the building. Or, maybe it was the fact that Heeseung was going to put your moans into his track, allowing people around the world to hear just how well he fucked you. Either way, you didn’t care, because the sensation of Heeseung filling you up was the only thing that mattered to you.

“I fucking love your pussy, baby,” Heeseung’s low voice came, and he raised a hand to your breasts before squeezing them tightly. Your hips bucked at this, and you quickened your pace as you threw your head back in utter ecstasy. Heeseung’s eyes continued to move between the computer monitor and your perfect body as you used him for your pleasure.

After a bit longer, your movements became sloppy as you lost all control. Heeseung’s right hand grasping the soft flesh of your hip as the left stimulated your nipples made every nerve in your body feel as if it had been lit on fire, and it didn’t take long until you felt a familiar feeling begin to build between your legs.

“Heeseung,” your voice peaked, a ringing cry that filled the studio. “I’m g-gonna cum! Heeseung, please, fuck, please, please!”

A broken note left you as you reached your climax, and you kept fucking Heeseung as you rode out your high with him inside you. As your orgasm began to ebb away, you allowed yourself to collapse onto Heeseung’s chest, your breaths ragged.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured in your ear, cupping the back of your head and kissing you slowly, sensually. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

You trembled as you nodded, and Heeseung lifted you off his lap and stood before flipping you around. He pinned you against the soundboard, his slick cock pressed against your back, and he grabbed your chin and tilted your head up so that he could reconnect your lips.

His kiss was all-consuming, as if he were attempting to devour you then and there. His tongue danced with yours as he moved the microphone again, ensuring that it would capture every sound that left your pretty lips.

After positioning the microphone exactly where he wanted it, Heeseung placed his hand on your upper back and pushed down, forcing you to bend over for him. Your chest hit the cool plastic of the keyboard attached to the soundboard, and you let out a cry as Heeseung smacked your ass. “I’m gonna fuck all the moans I need for my track out of you.”

Your eyes pressed closed at his words, more turned on than you had ever been as his desire for you clashed with his passion for creating music. He had finally found a way to combine the two, and you knew before he even pressed his cock inside your folds that you were in for the best fuck of your life.

Heeseung grasped your ass in his hands, spreading your cheeks as he pushed himself inside you. The feeling of him filling you up forced your breath to jump in your throat, and he took no time at all before he began to thrust rapidly.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” A symphony of your breathy sounds and hitched breaths filled the air, and Heeseung smirked as he imagined how it would sound to loop the raw melody on his track.

As Heeseung continued snapping his hips into you, you felt the thrum of your heartbeat quicken from the intensity of his movements. Every thrust was deeper than you knew possible, his tip roughly rubbing against your walls over and over until you began to see stars. The soundboard in front of you became out of focus, and you desperately grasped the edge of it in an attempt to ground yourself.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Heeseung’s groan filtered into your ears, and you felt yourself clench around him at these words. Even though you were no musician, you knew that his movements were off-beat. The rhythm of his body against yours felt random, and you could tell just how frantic he was for you as your gummy walls tightened around his cock. He continued to drive forward, an unyielding movement that shook the breath from your lungs and made you forget your own name. Your fractured cries slipped from your lips with every pump, and your knuckles turned white as you grasped the soundboard.

After a moment, Heeseung gathered your hair in his hand and pulled, forcing your head back and drawing your mouth even closer to the microphone. You completely unraveled, and the noises that left you had Heeseung desperately trying not to cum inside you. Your bodies collided rapidly, the soundproof panelling of the studio absorbing each slap of skin and squeak of the soundboard as it was forced to bear the ferocity of Heeseung’s movements.

“I d-don’t know–ah–how much longer I-I’m gonna last,” you gasped as Heeseung’s hand roughly connected with your ass yet again. “It feels too good, I–I can’t–”

Heeseung quickened his pace, something you hadn’t even thought was possible, and you immediately felt your orgasm rising again, but this one was different. You felt as if you were going to wet yourself, but you knew from the way Heeseung had been fucking you just right that he was going to make you squirt all over his studio. You wondered if the gush of liquid would ruin his expensive equipment, but it was too late now to stop. Your climax was about to overtake you whether you liked it or not, and there would be no stopping your boyfriend as he pounded into you mercilessly.

“Heeseung, fuck!” your voice rang through the room, the computer displaying a large peak in the soundwaves that it was picking up. Heeseung continued to buck his hips into you wildly as you squirted around his dick, and you could tell from his sudden high-pitched whines that he, too, was close.

“Please cum inside me, baby,” you breathed, looking over your shoulder at Heeseung’s fucked-out face. His eyes were barely open, his hair a mess and mouth wide open as he thrusted into his release. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he painted your insides white with his cum, and he pressed his forehead to your back as he shuddered with each pulse.

“I love you so fucking much, y/n,” he panted, pressing a series of kisses to your back.

“I love you more, Heeseung.”

Neither of you moved for a moment, both attempting to regain a sense of reality after the intensity of your encounter. When Heeseung moved, you noticed that he stumbled slightly before falling into the chair that you had just ridden him on.

“You okay?” you asked, turning around and leaning against the soundboard.

“Yeah, just tired.” He gave you a lazy smile. “And I can’t wait to hear how your moans are going to sound on my track.”

“You should do it now–so I can hear it.”

Heeseung nodded, pulling you into his lap again before rolling his chair toward the soundboard. You rested your head in the crook of his neck, and you watched the screen as Heeseung made quick work of the rest of the project you had just worked on together. It felt slightly embarrassing to hear him play back your moans, but if it made Heeseung happy, you would do it again in a heartbeat.

After roughly twenty minutes of you snuggling up against Heeseung as he placed each sound in the perfect spot, a small smile finally spread across his face. “I think it might be done. Should we listen to it?”

“Of course.”

As the familiar slow guitar and quiet beats of the song began, you immediately noticed that Heeseung had put your softest moans first–from when he had you grinding on his thigh. His voice came in a moment later, and you were amazed by how perfectly you sounded accompanying his smooth, sensual vocals.

As the song increased in intensity, so did your noises. You could tell that the sounds you heard through the chorus were from when he was fucking you. The song continued on, and at the end, his vocals disappeared so that the only thing audible was your sinful notes over the slow, seductive beats.

“What do you think?” Heeseung asked once the track had ended.

“It’s perfect,” you whispered, and you knew that you truly meant it. Heeseung had written the song for you, and the fact that you had the ability to collaborate on it–even if you hadn’t done much–overwhelmed you with emotion. “It’s absolutely perfect.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” his soft voice came. He pressed his lips to your temple, and you lifted your head up so that he could kiss you properly. “We make a pretty good team, don’t you think? We should do this more often.”

“Your fans are going to get tired of hearing me moan,” you giggled.

“I don’t give a shit.” Heeseung smiled at you–his perfect, devastating smile. “I never get tired of hearing you moan, so they can deal with it.”

“Don’t blame me if you lose all your fans,” you murmured against his lips.

“Even if I do, I don’t care. As long as I have you, that’s more than enough for me.” And as Heeseung kissed you deeply, you knew he truly meant it.

©️ heesroses 2026.