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you lay in your bed, surrounded by bundles of blanket and stuffies. some random sit com playing you put on to pass time. next to you, lay heeseung, his hands trailing up and down under your pajama shirt, feeling up on your body. the sensations sending shivers down your spine.

slowly, heeseung let his hands roam up, his hands on your breasts, a small smirk on his face. “c'mon sis. . . y'know what time it is hm?” he spoke in a perverted tone, lowering his head, placing kisses all over the tops of your breasts, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again to look at you.

“mmh. . . your so soft y/n, i wish i could do this all day. . .” he mumbles out, pulling at the buttons of your shirt. hearing your cute little sounds.

the moments your nipples are in view, his lips latch onto one, feeling it harden in his mouth. his eyes flutter shut, as sounds of soft sucking and quiet groans leave his mouth.

he lets his hand trail down, slowly untying the cute bow on your shorts, slipping his fingers into them.

“be a good girl and be quiet f'me ok?” heeseung mumbled, rubbing your clothed kitty, hearing your quiet whines. he increases the pressure, a small grin on his face.

“c'mon sis. . . i've barley even touched you. you gonna cum already?” he spoke in a teasing tone, slipping his fingers inside of your panties, his free hand making way to your chest, squishing and massaging your breasts, thumbing and pinching your nipples.

the sounds of your whines and whimpers, had tingles going down his spine. he takes your nipple into his mouth suckling like a baby feeding. “yeah that's it. let it all out. . .” he mumbles, shushing your cries with a pleased look on his face.

he increases his pace fingers moving in and out of your kitty, thumbing your clit. “you're so wet aren't you ? . .” heeseung mumbles increasing his pace, the wet squelch! along with your whimpers filling the room.

“h-heeseung!” you cry out, feeling that feeling washing over you as he watched over you with a small smirk on his face. “mm. . . good girl, you're so pretty aren't you?" he mumbles, slipping his fingers out of your panties leaving a mess on his fingers and a needy y/n to clean up.

he grips your hair, fingers digging into your scalp, guiding your head up and down, hands on his knees, his nails leaving small scratches.

“yeah. . .cmon pretty, look at me.”

his voice drops low, lazy, theres nothing soft about it. free hand making way under your chin, forcing your head up, making you look him dead in the eyes while he forces you down. slow and rough at the same time.

you try to speak and breathe through your nose at the same time instead, letting out a gag.

“see? always fuckin' trying to complain about something. swear you just like to piss me off cause you like it when i fix you.”

your hands grip weak at his knees. nowhere to run. nowhere to hide. he drags your head up, then forcing you back down, grinds your mouth on his pelvis.

you whine, gagging. “riki. . .”

“nah. nah, don't start now. wasn't whining when you were bitching earlier, huh?”

his grip on your hair tightens, forcing you down once again, groaning at the sensation.

“say sorry.” he demands, pulling you up waiting for you to speak.

you try to speak, stammering over your words. “. . .i-im sorry-”

“mm. say it right.” his hand makes contact with your face, smack! . . making you jolt. “say your sorry for fuckin' talking shit and being a mouthy bitch who don't know when to shut up.”

it irks you a little, but you say it anyway. you always do. “. . .im sorry. . . f-for being a mouthy bitch who don't know when to shut up-”

“good girl, yeah, knew you had it in you.”

he shifts, grabs you by the hair yanking you away, leaving his cock out. fat, flushed red, angry tip leaking copious amounts of precum. he grabs it, smacking the head against your lips with a lazy smirk on his face.

“go ahead. grab it. you wanna act like a bitch? do it yourself.”