livvie

honest to god knock me out🫧

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i wanna do an insta dump for the trip ;)

i love you, i will always love you— even with your hands around my throat, especially then. you’ll never recover from that kind of devotion.

(이희승 x fem reader) you look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face, you're in my world now, you can stay, but you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me if it hurts to breathe, open a window, your mind wants to leave , but you can't go ─ house of balloons

༄❣︎ ─ don’t have much to say for myself this is just pure filth honestly— this is extremely toxic. also always wanted to write about sucking toes heeseung is the perfect candidate.

oh my fucking god

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word count 3.7k

content advisory toxic relationship dynamics, like extremely toxic, toxic heeseung (reader is spiralling), jealousy, possessiveness, arguments, angst, mentions of obsession, dirty talk, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, denial, dissociation, manipulation, power imbalances.

smut advisory unprotected sex, staircase fucking, forced proximity, creampie, oral, pussy eating, dirty–talking, missionary, backshots, deep penetration, finger–sucking, choking, fingering, kissing, ass eating, thumb in asshole, feet fetish, heeseung licks and sucks readers toes, reader gets shy, manipulation through sex, mentions of pregnancy, filthy sex just pure filth okay.

“you’re overreacting” heeseung sounds unbothered when he slams the car door shut behind him. like you’re bothering him by being angry— like you’re making a big deal out of nothing. you freeze, turning to face him— your usual calm expression— gone. replaced by genuine hurt and anger.

heeseung’s never seen you like this.

usually whenever you get mad at him, or the two of you have a misunderstanding— you keep it to yourself, then communicate with him the next day calmly and you two sort it out, you always do.

but tonight, you’re different— calm facade clearly breaking. you had ignored him the whole car ride home. whenever he made conversation, you’d turn your head to the window, leg bouncing uncontrollably— and not to mention slapping his hand away when he tried to rest it on your thigh.

you were angry at him, that was obvious, but you were also tired— tired of the same shit happening over and over again even after you talked about it with him. he never listens. just apologised and does the same thing over again.

it stings.

you’re hurt and heeseung knows why.

tonight was your staff night out, and you had brought heeseung along to introduce him to your co-workers. he was well behaved for most of the night, you’ll give him that, talking and laughing along with the people you worked with politely.

until you came back from the bathroom after touching up your makeup only to see him at the bar, with jiwoo from finance, her hands on heeseung’s chest, running a finger along his buttons playfully.

heeseung was laughing— looking down at her hand and raising an eyebrow. you saw it all, and you knew that look all too well.

that same look he’d given the girls he’s flirted with before— that look that had you up all night, crying silently on your side of the bed while heeseung slept peacefully beside you, that look that had you comparing yourself to random girls on the street when heeseung would stare at them for a second longer than necessary.

he was always like this, a flirt.

you knew that when you first started dating and you know that now. but what you didn’t know was that heeseung was going to keep flirting with other women despite your relationship.

but he wouldn’t flirt obvious enough for you to accuse him of cheating— it was in his tone, the way he could make everyday conversation sound seductive, suggestive, the way he would look at them— like he’s imagining bending them over and taking them from behind.

maybe you were overthinking it, maybe he can’t control it, some people are just natural flirts and don’t know they’re flirting.

and anytime you’d bring it up to him, heeseung would laugh like you were talking crazy, brush it off— lay you down and fuck you good, whispering sweet words in your ear to remind you— who he’s in love with, who he’s obsessed with and who he’s buried inside right now.

and just like that things would be fine again. you would never leave him, and heeseung knew that. but what heeseung also knew is that he would never cheat on you, never take it that far. he knew what he was doing, he knew how jealous and insecure you would get deep down inside— you’re pride too high to ever admit it— show it, voice it to him. and he hated that.

he wanted you to snap.

wanted you to break.

wanted you to show him how ugly and possessive you can get inside.

he liked that about you, that no matter how innocent or unbothered you may appear on the outside— inside there’s darkness, a timer— ready to be set off at any minute now.

your throat tightened like it always did when you saw him with yet again another girl. so you stepped forward, forced a smile and walked right up to them— eyes landing on her hand that was now closer to his waistband. heeseung’s face lit up when he saw you, clearing his throat and stepping back from jiwoo— naturally placing his arm around your waist.

“yn” jiwoo greeted you politely— fake. you only glared back at her, smile also— fake. she cleared her throat after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, she stepped back, “bye heeseung”

your jaw tightened when she left, heeseung smiled down at you like nothing had happened “hi baby” you grabbed his arm rough— pulling him down to your level, lips brushing his ear.

“we’ll talk about that when we get home” you shove him back, walking away with a sway to your hips. heeseung could only smile to himself— eyes glued to your ass in that lacy dress, this is what he wanted.

you storm inside your shared home, heels clacking against the tiles of your hallway. “i’m overreacting?! so you weren’t all over jiwoo just then— my fucking co-worker?!”

heeseung locks the door behind you two, throwing his keys on the table— fingers pinching between his eyebrows in frustration, he laughs “baby, she was all over me, i told her i had a girlfriend, what was i supposed to do? shove her off me?”

you scoff in disbelief at his words “yes! you could’ve but you didn’t heeseung that’s your problem you like the fucking attention” heeseung takes a step closer to you “don’t fucking swear at me baby” you push his chest, “i’m a grown woman i think i can swear if i want to, and right now it feels really fucking necessary” he stumbles back, eyes wide a little taken aback at how aggressive you’re being.

he wasn’t expecting this, was expecting you to cry to him— tell him you want him to stop talking to other women, beg him to never leave you.

but you’re expression is stone cold, arms crossed over your chest.

you shake your head at him. “come on don’t be like that” he takes a step closer again— hand going to tuck a strand hair behind your ear.

he’s not taking you seriously.

“don’t touch me” he furrows his eyebrows taking a step back. “so that’s how you’re gonna be, huh?” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. you don’t answer him just turn to the kitchen, footsteps heavy.

heeseung follows after you without hesitation. “what happened to talking to each other huh? you know communicating? you’re being childish right now”

you slam the fridge door shut, eyes glassy with anger as you look up at him. “well clearly talking it through with you isn’t fucking working, you never listen hee, just apologise and do the same shit over and over again it’s exhausting”

that shoots straight through him, “it’s not like i kissed her, god” he clicks his tongue, running a hand through his hair. you scoff, “looked like it was getting pretty fucking close to that” heeseung unbuttons the first two buttons of his dress shirt, loosening his tie, ears hot.

“you think i’d cheat on you baby? really? you think i’d stoop that fucking low?” he catches the dish towel when you throw it at him.

“i don’t think this is working anymore”

silence.

and for a second you almost want to travel back in time and shut yourself up. but you don’t. you let the words settle. heeseung stares at you— he wasn’t expecting this, he scoffs “what?” you shrug “i don’t know how many times i’ve had to bring this up to you before, it’s toxic heeseung i can’t do this anymore, i’m fucking done” and with that you begin walking towards the stairs, heeseung is quick after you— rolling up his sleeves.

“the fuck did you just say to me?”

you’re three steps up the staircase when he grabs your ankle, making you trip against the tiles. “what the fuck are you doing heeseung let go” he doesn’t listen, only grabs your waist and spins you around, laying you down on your back, hard cold tiles sending shivers up your spine from the backless dress you’re wearing.

heeseung’s hands are on either side of your head— caging you. “look i know you’re jealous baby” he smirks pushing his body on top of yours. and you hate him for how good he looks right now. “you wanna leave me? hm?”

“get off me heeseung” you whine, trying to get up but he only presses himself against you harder, legs spread on either side of his waist. he grinds down on you once and that’s enough to make you whimper, hands catching his biceps, finally meeting his gaze. “think i’m toxic? bad for you?” he cooes stroking your cheek.

he looks annoyingly good like this, face a little red from the arguing, but still that cocky smirk he always has plastered on his face. it’s annoying you. he’s mocking you.

“i don’t think you want me to get off you, hm baby?” he looks down at where your bodies are connected, keeping a slow place when he rubs his bulge against your heat. “in fact i think you want more, huh baby?” he smiles and you shake your head no, a little breathless from the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit.

heeseung grabs your cheeks hard, squishing them together— your lips puckered up like a fish. you look terrified, it only pushes him further.

“no? no you don’t want more? let’s see what this little pussy has to say, huh?” heeseung lifts himself off you then, letting your cheeks go with a slap, forcing your head sideways, tears fall from your face.

he backs down a step on your staircase so he’s eye level with your pussy— he’s giving you the space to move— leave, he’s not holding you down anymore.

but you stay, legs spread for him.

he carefully pulls your lacy panties to the side and when he sees you’re glistening for him he chuckles, cocky.

“such a bad liar baby, you’re soaked for me look at that” heeseung licks his lips once, slowly running his middle finger along your folds, gathering your slick to show you. your cheeks flush in embarrassment. okay maybe you were a little turned on. he’s never treated you like this before, this rough.

heeseung smiles proud, on his knees below you on one of your steps, he lifts your left leg up. he brings your calf to his mouth kissing and humming against your soft skin at how good you smell. you’d lathered yourself in oils and lotions earlier to get ready for the night and heeseung can’t get over how smooth you are.

“shit baby” he groans, rubbing his bulge against your thigh. he lets your heel fall, kissing up to your feet. heeseung presses your foot to his face, sniffing your sole, hips bucking against you as he lets out a soft groan. you bite your bottom lip in embarrassment at your foot all up in his face like this.

“heeseung—stop it’s embarrassing!” he stops immediately pulling your foot from his face to get a look at your flushed, tear streaked face and it only turns him on more.

“yeah? you embarrassed baby? embarrassed because ’m fucking obsessed with every inch of you?” he smirks holding your gaze when he slides his tongue between your toes, you flinch trying to pull your foot back— whining at the unwanted tickle.

heeseung’s having none of it, grip tight around your foot when he takes your toe into his mouth swirling his tongue around it. he holds your gaze and you hide your face in your hands, chest falling up and down.

he’s never done this before. has he always liked feet? the truth is, he doesn’t have a weird fetish for feet, but your feet? well that’s a whole different topic.

heeseung gets lost in the feeling of your toes in his mouth— grinding himself down on your bare pussy— meanwhile he’s still fully clothed. he closes his eyes rubbing your feet all over his face, sucking and licking.

“fuck baby wanted this for so long” he licks from your heel to the tips of your white toes. “didn’t wanna tell you, scare you away, but since you think i want other women, wanna leave me— think it’s necessary i show you how down bad i am for you”

your chest swells with pride when he speaks— he sounds so submissive right now. you look at him, eyes dark when you pull your foot from his mouth, trailing it down his chest to his bulge. heeseung watches eyes wide, breath stuttering— whimpering softly when you rub your foot back and forth over his clothed cock.

“baby—“ he throws his head back and that’s when you take your chance to move, standing up to walk upstairs, you hadn’t t forgotten what he pulled earlier, mind still set on leaving him.

but you only make it to the quarter— landing. he’s quick to grab your ankle again, making you fall to your knees— you squeak in pain— he’s holding you down from behind now, hovering over you.

heeseung leans down to your ear his hot breath making you shiver, “where do you think you’re going hm?” he sticks his tongue out licking all over your earlobe, moving to your cheek, gathering your tears with his tongue— enjoying the salty taste in his mouth.

you sob, more tears falling, he’s so nasty with you tonight, you squirm beneath him and he only growls because you’re pushing your ass back against his crotch. heeseung holds back a moan, grinding his own hips down to meet your ass.

“still mad at me baby? still wanna break up?” you nod “yes hee— shit” he smiles at the shake in your voice, “yeah? need me to fuck it out of you then baby? show you who i’m really obsessed with?” he doesn’t even need you to reply, he already knows the answer, he lifts up your dress, bunching it around your hips— your panties still pushed to the side.

you look so perfect like this, on your hands and knees on the staircase, ass arched, all ready for him. he takes his lower lip between his teeth at the sight of you, unbuckling his belt quicker than he ever has before. unzipping his pants just enough to free his cock.

your cheek is pressed against the tile of the landing floor— turning your head to get a view of his cock, it’s big— flushed pink tip leaking pre cum. heeseung sees you staring and winks at you, stroking himself a few times before pushing himself inside you slowly from behind, eyes on yours.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him burry himself balls deep inside of you, moving slowly— hands on your hips. you mewl loudly hands sweaty against the tile floor when heeseung thrusts into you rough, your ass bouncing against his hips.

he groans deeply at the sight— grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards his chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder while he fucks up into you, balls slapping your clit.

“you know i flirt with all these girls baby but they’d never have me like this” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking at your neck. “you’re my special girl, yeah?” you want to push him away, roll your eyes but you can’t— your body caught in a trance.

“y-you’re— you’re a fucking whore baby” you cry out without really thinking. all you know is that you’re angry at him, even more now that he’s making you feel so good. your eyes spill more tears from the pleasure he’s giving you.

heeseung growls in your ear picking up his pace— cock twitching inside you, left hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, “yeah? i’m the whore?“ he chuckles— tightening his grip around your throat— right hand pulling down the front of your dress to play with your tits.

“you’re the one crying on my cock baby” he cooes, cupping your tit feeling it bounce in his hand. you moan louder when he pushes your cheek back down on the step, right hand gripping your hair as he thrusts into you with skill, you clench around him at the way he’s treating you.

“jealous little slut huh baby?” you can’t answer him, can’t talk, your mind is gone, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out a little at the side of your mouth. heeseung has to stop himself from cumming from your lewd expression alone. “think you can leave me? think i want other girls like this? who does this cock belong to huh?”

“m—me— me” you push yourself up, body weight on your forearms, pushing your ass back against him, meeting his thrusts. he freezes— slapping your ass watching himself slip in and out of you. “that’s it baby take what’s yours” your body is exhausted but you’re desperate to make him feel good. show him who he has, show him why he doesn’t need to flirt with other girls. remind him who owns him.

“fuck that’s so hot” his hand rest on your lower back, just above your ass, right thumb pressing against your pretty little asshole. you twitch when he pushes the tip of his thumb in, cock still fucking in and out of you with brutal force. “hee—“

“shh baby taking me so fucking well, wanna fill all your holes” you walls clam around him uncontrollably— body betraying you. he’s talking and using you so nasty right now— you don’t want to accept the fact that like you like it. his left hand moves from your tit to your mouth, stroking your bottom lip.

you let his long fingers in, swirling your tongue around them, heeseung moans at the view of you through the mirror on the wall in front of you two, he pushes your head up forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “that’s it baby, look at you— all your holes filled by me huh? you like that?”

you try to avoid the mirror but god you look a mess, in the best possible way, your dark hair messy from heeseungs grip, drool hanging from your chin, eyebrows raised and stitched together in pleasure, heeseung behind you, still fully dressed except for his cock, eyes locked on your ass until he meets your eyes in the mirror, he looks so sexy like this.

the sight of him sends you over the edge, your walls flutter around him and you reach out behind you to push him back but he grabs your arm, pinning it behind your back. “heeseung— gonna— gonna cum” heeseung smirks pulling out of you suddenly.

you whine— tears falling from your flushed face. he stays behind you— eyes locked on your face through the mirror “tell me you forgive me” you shake your head in protest and he shrugs, moving his cock up and down your folds. your legs shake.

“if you wanna cum, gonna have to forgive me baby” he smirks “come on i didn’t mean it, don’t care about her, i know where my priorities lie” he takes hold of his cock, rubbing it against your clit. your breathe hitches— you were so close and he just pulled out, edged you.

“baby spit it out” he slides into you dangerously slow, grazing your insides. “come on princess, know you wanna cum all over this cock, just say the words” you can’t take it anymore, you’re so sensitive, so ready to realease.

“okay— i— i forgive you” you speak, voice barely audible. heeseungs clicks his tongue, not satisfied. “say it like you mean it” you’re growing impatient, clenching around nothing, “please heeseung i forgive you baby, don’t wanna break up with you, just fucking make me cum please”

heeseung smirks satisfied, pulling out of you completely before slamming back into you, fucking against you relentlessly, your moans echoing in the halls.

“that’s it baby, there’s my good girl. cum, cum all over this dick” your whole body shakes beneath him when you orgasm on his cock, you pulse around him aggressively— making him whimper “such a stupid girl aren’t you? thinking you can break up with me” he pounds into you a few more times, moans high and broken.

“shit i’m close too, gonna cum inside you princess, gonna fill you up, get you pregnant” you nod, head heavy, eyes hooded as you look at him through the mirror, back arched for him. “hee—” that sends him over the edge, just the sight of you, just your voice saying his name is enough for him.

“yeah fuck yn hm? want me to put a baby in you?” he cums inside you when you nod— emptying his balls with a low groan, fucking himself through his orgasm, you sigh at the feeling of his warm cum shooting inside your womb.

he stays inside you for a moment before he pulls out— watching his cum leak out of you. he watches your holes clench around nothing. you’re lying there— exhausted, body still shaking from your orgasm.

heeseung bends down to move his head closer to your pussy, licking a stripe of his cum that was leaking from you, gathering it on his tongue before he pushes his tongue in your hole, fucking his tongue in and out of you— making sure none of his cum goes to waste.

your legs shake from the sensitivity, heeseung licks up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue making you flinch. he places a soft kiss on your hole, pulling away slow, breathless. watching your collapsed body on the staircase, he laughs tucking himself back into his pants.

“you’re hot when you’re jealous baby you know that?” he lies down beside you on your stairs. “glad we could make up” heeseung strokes your messy hair, your makeup ruined from the tears— he smiles to himself knowing he was the cause.

he kisses your lips softly, “i’m fucking obsessed with you baby— you can’t leave me, ever” he leans his forehead against yours. you just stare at him— eyes empty, your mind blank, you’re completely gone, spaced out. heeseung laughs softly, this is exactly how he wants you. “can’t live without me can you?”

“i love you”

acceptance creeps in slowly— there’s no escape from this, from him. he’ll continue to mess you about and you’ll stay. you’ll stay ever single fucking time.

because you’re exactly where you want to be.

taking my smau virginity right now 🚬🚬

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we are a beautiful disaster, but selfishly i don't care about the wreckage as long as i get to keep consuming you.

(박성훈 x fem reader) what are you waiting for? you got me lost in the clutch of you, and what's worst to know, i got a girl at home and my baby loves me more. what are you waiting for? ‘cause maybe her loving me with much wont do ─ lavender sunflower

༄❣︎ ─ psst hello, this was supposed to be longer i swear but i’m thinking of doing a longer part 2 with the full version of how it all started plus maybe some jealousy from both sunghoon and reader ? i’d like to see yuri catching on a little too ?? idk <33 let me know if that’s something you guys would like to see.

sorry lemme just

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word count 3.2k

content advisory cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, toxic sunghoon (reader is too), jealousy, possessiveness, infidelity

smut advisory oral (fem rec), cunnilingus, pussy eating, dirty-talking, teasing, sunghoon swallows readers cum, masturbation, mention of virginity loss, sunghoon cums in his pants, sneaky, mentions of sunghoon’s girlfriend, no p in v sex (yet ;) basically just porn with plot <33

“i’m serious yn, you make the best fucking cookies” sunghoon groans taking another bite, eyebrows stitched together at the taste. he usually gets like this.

aggressive when he eats.

you lean forward on your kitchen counter, chin in your hands. “you think so?” a small smile makes its way across your face when he nods, wiping the crumbs off his sweatpants.

“that’s good to hear” you stand up straight now, busying yourself by putting away trays— attempting to clean up your kitchen at least a little before your parents get back.

it’s late. coming on 9.

sunghoon just watches you from your counter, swinging side to side on your kitchen bar stool. there’s a comfortable beat of silence between you two as you wash up.

having been best friends for years now, you enjoy each others company— even if it’s just this, silence.

his eyes drape over your figure taking in your outfit for the first time tonight.

you’re dressed in that little black mini skirt that sunghoon always says could be mistaken for a headband, along with a white blouse, the first two buttons undone— exposing a little cleavage but not too much that it’s obvious.

he clears his throat, you turn off the sink.

“why are you all dolled up tonight anyways?” curiosity gets the best of him. his phone buzzes in his pocket but his eyes stay locked on your back until you turn.

“i’ve got a date” you answer, drying your hands with your kitchen towel. you’re not nervous to tell him. he’s your best friend after all. sunghoon raises an eyebrow.

“a date huh?” he nods to himself running a hand through his messy dark hair. he’s trying hard to look unbothered, “with who?” you shrug.

“this guy i’ve been seeing”

he follows you into the living room, standing tall behind you, his cologne now stronger. “do i know him?” your breath hitches at his tone, low— careful. you turn to face him, your eyes scanning his stern face, he looks frustrated? you frown. “yeah his name’s jungwon, i think you two have math together?” sunghoon’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.

“yeah we do, chill guy” without another word he plops himself on your couch, legs spread comfortably, right arm draped along the back, like it’s his own house. which technically it is. you two basically grew up together— many memories, play dates— in this house. it was like a second home for sunghoon.

you sit down beside him, eyes on the clock beside your tv— your parents should be home any minute now, and jungwon was scheduled to pick you up at half nine. you called sunghoon to come over to keep you company in the meantime. you two had been so caught up with school work you hadn’t hung out in a while.

sunghoon agreed, of course— he always did. coming straight to your place after his shift. his phone buzzes again and this time he decides to check it.

you raise an eyebrow at him, “yuri?” his eyes meet yours. yuri was sunghoon’s girlfriend of six months. it’s safe to say the two of them were in love.

he took her out often, bought her flowers every weekend, complimented her daily even posted her all over his social media. it was hard to understand though, because all the things he had done for yuri in the past six months, he’s been doing them for you for years.

sunghoon takes you out at least once a week even if it’s just to the movies. he buys you flowers when he knows you’re sad or on your period. he compliments you without really thinking about it. and it’s safe to say he has many pictures of you on his social media, maybe even more than yuri. pictures of you all dressed up, some of you completely caught of guard but it’s when sunghoon thinks you look the prettiest.

at first yuri had a hard time adjusting to you and sunghoon’s dynamic. but sunghoon would always reassure her that you two have always been close. he always told her—

“yn’s like a sister to me”

and because yuri loves sunghoon so much, she pushes down the ugly feeling that tangles in her chest when she sees the two of you together in the halls, laughing at another inside joke that she wouldn’t understand even if she tried.

sunghoon only nods throwing his phone beside you on the couch, “yeah i’m supposed to be at hers right now actually” your smile falters a little. “why’d you come here then?” sunghoon shrugs his shoulders like it’s obvious, “you asked”

“aren’t you at least gonna reply?”

sunghoon sighs leaning his head back on your couch, legs instinctively spreading wider, he turns to look at you again, a playful smirk on his lips, eyes dark.

“she can wait” you feel your stomach flip at his words. his eyes trail down to your blouse, then down to your long legs in that tiny skirt. he stares shamelessly, sucking in a sharp breath.

“plus jungwon should be here soon” he leaves his sentence hanging. almost— suggestive. and you pick up what he’s putting down almost too quickly. you let your own eyes travel down his frame, sprawled out on your couch. his biceps tight against that black compression shirt. paired with his grey sweats that look dangerously inviting.

fuck.

he only watches you.

let’s you look.

okay maybe you left out another thing the two of you get up to before you go on dates.

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“s—shit hoon— hmfph!”

you throw your head back, thighs clamping around his head when you feel sunghoon’s tongue lick the length of your dripping slit.

“shh baby need to make sure you taste good remember?” he murmurs against your heat.

you notice something flash in sunghoon’s eyes as he stares up at you from between your legs, the prolonged eye contact making you melt against your couch. he only grins at you, and you can’t do anything but gasp and whine as his tongue swirls around your clit— his large hands gripping your thighs, holding them open for him.

sometime about nine months ago— you had come to sunghoon with a problem. a problem most people wouldn’t dare to whisper in an empty room.

but sunghoon being the friend he is, well, he noticed something was off with you. and he had pushed and pushed you to tell him what was wrong. said it’s not healthy to keep everything inside.

you had just rolled your eyes.

bullshit.

he was just nosy.

you remember that night so vividly, you were getting ready to go to your boyfriend at the time— heeseung’s— house. sunghoon was laid lazily on your bed, scrolling through his phone.

keeping you company.

tonight was the night. you and heeseung had talked for months about. you agreed to let him take your virginity. and even then, when you were coating your lashes with mascara, your stomach was in knots. you and heeseung only ever made out, occasionally dry humped at most, but that’s the furthest you two got— never anything beneath clothes.

sunghoon knew all this— he was your best friend after all, you told him everything. he knew about tonight, being the big night. he had teased you all day about it. and if anything it was just making you more nervous— all the while heeseung was blowing up your phone, telling you how excited he was to see you, feel you

taste you.

you slammed your phone down on your vanity hard, running a hand through your long dark hair. sunghoon noticed, he sat up on your bed, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you pace back and forth.

“what the fuck is wrong with you yn” sunghoon chuckled a little concerned. you only huffed, standing in front of him.

“i’m scared” you admit, lips pouty. sunghoon smiled, his heart skipped a beat. of course you were scared— you’d never done anything like this before.

“you’re gonna be fine yn, i promise you’re overthinking it, the first time is always scary” his hands flailed about as he spoke, a habit he always had while reassuring someone, a habit that always made you smile.

“no god it’s just—“ you sighed loudly.

“c’mon baby tell me what you’re scared about” sunghoon’s hand reached out for you and you shuffled closer towards him, letting him sit you down on your bed beside him.

“i guess more than anything i’m just—“ you don’t let yourself finish, scared you’ll sound ridiculous. but sunghoon only pried more. “tell me yn come on, it’s only me”

so you made him promise he wouldn’t judge you. he complied immediately, linking his pinky with yours. you took a long shaky breath before you spoke again.

“i’m just scared that i won’t—god i can’t say it” you threw your head into one of your pillows— your face flushed, too shy to face him, and sunghoon could only laugh, rubbing your back.

“tell me with your head in the pillows then baby” you whined louder at the nickname.

“i’m just scared i won’t taste good” the words come out muffled by the pillow— faster than intended. but sunghoon picked up on every syllable. and unfortunately for you, he laughed, that same annoying laugh he did when you tripped during hop scotch in second grade.

you immediately sat up, hitting him with your pillows. “what? what’s so funny?” sunghoon laughed a little softer now, “nothing— nothing” he shrugged, his hand heavy on your thigh.

“it’s just— well i personally never imagined you tasting bad” his eyes scanned your face for any kind of reaction. you didn’t give him one right away, instead you repeated his words in your head. processing them.

slowly.

“you’ve— you’ve imagined me? how i taste?” you gulped, throat gone dry. sunghoon’s eyes were locked on yours when he nodded, slow. he looked nervous. almost like he was scared he was crossing a line, which technically he was, i mean you had a boyfriend.

but sunghoon doesn’t mind crossing that line if you’re willing to hold his hand and cross it with him. you’d never seen sunghoon in this light. i mean, sure you’d thought about him a few times— late at night. wondered what his lips would feel like, what he’d sound like moaning your name.

but that night, your room was dimply lit by a small yellow lamp, resting in the corner of your room that seemed to highlight his sharp features perfectly, his jaw—dangerously sharp, his lips perfectly soft. but what was making your chest hurt was the way he was looking at you. like he’d just confessed a deep secret of his.

he gulped once, mouth opening and closing a few times before he finds the courage to speak— break the silence. wondering what he could say to ease the tension. “uhm— why don’t you just you know, taste yourself?”

you groaned softly, “i tried but i just don’t think i’m a reliable source you know?” his thick eyebrows furrowed a little, a soft crease forming between them. “what do you mean?”

“like i just wish i could get someone— that’s willing to be one hundred percent honest with me, to you know, taste me just once! and tell me how i taste, is that crazy?”

“i just don’t know how i’m gonna enjoy heeseung eating me out if i’m not even sure what i taste like. i mean it’s different everday, what if tonight is bad?!”

sunghoon swears he forgets how to breath the moment those words leave your mouth. he just stares at you, mouth a little agape. and before he can stop himself— he’s talking. taking a chance.

“i could— you know, taste— taste you?”

your head turned to him slowly, head racing with a thousand thoughts, you could hear your heart thumping louder than ever. did he really just say that? he watched your expression carefully. “make sure you taste good for him— heeseung, i mean” he cleared his throat.

that night the two of you started something really, really fucking stupid— that neither of you were sure was possible to come back from.

before each one of your dates, each date where sex is promised— sunghoon found his face buried between your thighs, tasting, slurping you up, making sure you were all good for your date.

it was to reassure you, to help calm your nerves.

that’s what you kept telling yourselves.

but somewhere down the line things shifted— sunghoon found himself encouraging you to talk to guys, selfishly finding any excuse for his head to be crushed by your thighs by the end of the week.

to your surprise it didn’t stop when yuri came into the picture, it was wrong and you knew that. but why did he have to be so fucking good at it? i mean technically it isn’t cheating if nothing goes inside, right?

even now— this is your first date with jungwon. obviously you aren’t going to have sex with him. yet here sunghoon is— lapping at your folds like a dog in heat. sunghoon hums against you, moving his head side to side— completely devouring you, the sensation making your toes curl.

sunghoon’s on his knees before you, one hand rubbing himself through his sweatpants, the other pushed down on your lower tummy, thumb reaching to rub at your clit, circling it slowly. his phone continues to buzz from the sofa beside you, he rolls his eyes mentally knowing it’s yuri. probably asking him where he is, why he isn’t replying.

you moan louder each time it buzzes, a reminder that sunghoon is choosing to be between your legs— eating you out, knowing he should be snuggled up with his girlfriend right now.

“hoonie— yuri” he smacks your thigh at the mention of her name, fucking his tongue into you, wriggling it around inside of you before pulling away, chin and mouth covered in your juices.

“text her back” he’s breathless— so are you. you reach for his phone, unlocking it with ease,

you know his password.

yuri doesn’t.

“what do i say?” you open her chat, hundreds of messages appearing. sunghoon bites his lips, his eyes glued on your pussy— completely gone, still rubbing himself through his sweatpants.

“tell her there’s traffic” sunghoon whispers, his nose brushing at your clit, you smell so good— sunghoon can’t believe you even doubted your taste for a second because him?

he can’t get enough.

his mouth moves closer to you, like your pussy is a magnet pulling him in. you comply, shaky fingers typing a reply before you throw his phone again— grabbing his hair and reconnecting him with your heat. “addicted to this pussy baby” sunghoon is eating you out like he has all the time in the world, like he doesn’t have anyone waiting for him at home, like you don’t have a date on their way to your house.

“can’t stay away”

“so good at this hoon” you gasp when he focuses in on your clit, sucking and licking with broad strokes, enjoying the reaction your body is giving him— hips bucking against his tongue.

“holy shit” your nails did further into your couch, letting out a lewd moan when you arch your back. sunghoon moans against your core at the noises your making for him, hand sliding into his sweatpants. you can’t take the pleasure, head thrown back against the couch, mouth agape, eyes shut. sunghoon scowls against you “eyes on me baby, watch me eat this pussy”

you whimper when he pulls back to blow cool air between your legs, your thighs shaking, more slick oozing out. "all this for me?" he cooes, going down to kiss your soft lips. and you can’t do anything but nod.

sunghoon swears he starts salivating, he licks his lips before diving back in— like he was made to do this. he’s completely pussy drunk. tongue circling and flicking while his nose bumps upward against your clit, his tongue sliding past your walls, fucking you with his tongue.

you can only cry out in pleasure, embarrassment flooding over you at the sloshy sounds your pussy is making. his eyelids are resting heavy, looking up at your parted mouth and pink cheeks, soft tits bouncing through that blouse when you grind against his mouth.

his hand moves faster under his sweatpants, he knits his brows at the sensation. close to cumming at the feeling of your pussy on his lips.“best thing i’ve ever fucking tasted” he kisses your lips again— fully making out with your pussy now. your eyes roll back at how sensitive you feel.

you can feel the warmth pool into the pit of your stomach, a coil winding tight with each stroke of sunghoon’s sinful tongue. you pant harshly as your hips start to stutter, the pleasure gnawing its way at your insides. your thighs shake and clench around his pretty face.

“hoon, hmpf gonna cum— shit”

sunghoon keeps his focus, skilled tongue eating you up just right, holding you open with one hand when your thighs shake, the other hand matching the pace of his tongue under his sweatpants.

“yeah? cum then— come on baby, cum all over my fucking face” your body shudders in ecstasy as you scream his name, your walls clenching as you cum— hard.

sunghoon only groans when your orgasm hit his tongue and chin, the sweet taste of you lingering in his mouth sends him over the edge— he cums in his pants, all over his hand with a deep growl. he wastes no time lapping up your juices— he’s earned it after all.

he nods below you, satisfied with his work. he pulls away slowly, watching your hole clench around nothing, the soft light of your tv making your pussy glisten.

“you taste sweet baby, all ready for your date”

there’s silent for a beat, the only noise being your heavy breathing. sunghoon picks up your panties, wiping his cum from his hand on the lacy fabric. it’s when you both hear your front door unlock that sunghoon curses under his breath. your parents are home.

he helps you put your panties back on— pulling down your skirt. sunghoon stands up straight adjusting himself in his sweatpants discreetly, face flushed and covered in your juices, he grabs his phone shoving it in his pocket.

“i should go— yuri’s waiting” you only nod following him to your back door so he can sneak out swiftly. “enjoy your date sugar lips” he winks, wiping his chin dry, before he steps out into the cold air.

“goodbye sunghoon” you roll your eyes— closing the door behind him, you press your back against the door, taking a long, shaky breath. suddenly becoming hyper aware of sunghoon’s cum pressing against you through your panties.

you two are too far in to stop.

“yn, sweetheart, we’re home— are you ready for your date?” your moms voice echoes through the hallway and you whine, shutting your eyes.

right, you have a date tonight.

jungwon should be here any second actually. you already know the date wont go well, because like all your dates, you actually look forward to the before more than the actual date.

the before being sunghoon between your legs.

you’re fixing your hair and blouse in the mirror before you when your phone vibrates. it’s sunghoon.

“yuri’s in the bathroom, can still taste you on my tongue;)”

honest to god knock me out🫧

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i wanna do an insta dump for the trip ;)

i love you, i will always love you— even with your hands around my throat, especially then. you’ll never recover from that kind of devotion.

(이희승 x fem reader) you look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face, you're in my world now, you can stay, but you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me if it hurts to breathe, open a window, your mind wants to leave , but you can't go ─ house of balloons

༄❣︎ ─ don’t have much to say for myself this is just pure filth honestly— this is extremely toxic. also always wanted to write about sucking toes heeseung is the perfect candidate.

oh my fucking god

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content advisory toxic relationship dynamics, like extremely toxic, toxic heeseung (reader is spiralling), jealousy, possessiveness, arguments, angst, mentions of obsession, dirty talk, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, denial, dissociation, manipulation, power imbalances.

smut advisory unprotected sex, staircase fucking, forced proximity, creampie, oral, pussy eating, dirty–talking, missionary, backshots, deep penetration, finger–sucking, choking, fingering, kissing, ass eating, thumb in asshole, feet fetish, heeseung licks and sucks readers toes, reader gets shy, manipulation through sex, mentions of pregnancy, filthy sex just pure filth okay.

“you’re overreacting” heeseung sounds unbothered when he slams the car door shut behind him. like you’re bothering him by being angry— like you’re making a big deal out of nothing. you freeze, turning to face him— your usual calm expression— gone. replaced by genuine hurt and anger.

heeseung’s never seen you like this.

usually whenever you get mad at him, or the two of you have a misunderstanding— you keep it to yourself, then communicate with him the next day calmly and you two sort it out, you always do.

but tonight, you’re different— calm facade clearly breaking. you had ignored him the whole car ride home. whenever he made conversation, you’d turn your head to the window, leg bouncing uncontrollably— and not to mention slapping his hand away when he tried to rest it on your thigh.

you were angry at him, that was obvious, but you were also tired— tired of the same shit happening over and over again even after you talked about it with him. he never listens. just apologised and does the same thing over again.

it stings.

you’re hurt and heeseung knows why.

tonight was your staff night out, and you had brought heeseung along to introduce him to your co-workers. he was well behaved for most of the night, you’ll give him that, talking and laughing along with the people you worked with politely.

until you came back from the bathroom after touching up your makeup only to see him at the bar, with jiwoo from finance, her hands on heeseung’s chest, running a finger along his buttons playfully.

heeseung was laughing— looking down at her hand and raising an eyebrow. you saw it all, and you knew that look all too well.

that same look he’d given the girls he’s flirted with before— that look that had you up all night, crying silently on your side of the bed while heeseung slept peacefully beside you, that look that had you comparing yourself to random girls on the street when heeseung would stare at them for a second longer than necessary.

he was always like this, a flirt.

you knew that when you first started dating and you know that now. but what you didn’t know was that heeseung was going to keep flirting with other women despite your relationship.

but he wouldn’t flirt obvious enough for you to accuse him of cheating— it was in his tone, the way he could make everyday conversation sound seductive, suggestive, the way he would look at them— like he’s imagining bending them over and taking them from behind.

maybe you were overthinking it, maybe he can’t control it, some people are just natural flirts and don’t know they’re flirting.

and anytime you’d bring it up to him, heeseung would laugh like you were talking crazy, brush it off— lay you down and fuck you good, whispering sweet words in your ear to remind you— who he’s in love with, who he’s obsessed with and who he’s buried inside right now.

and just like that things would be fine again. you would never leave him, and heeseung knew that. but what heeseung also knew is that he would never cheat on you, never take it that far. he knew what he was doing, he knew how jealous and insecure you would get deep down inside— you’re pride too high to ever admit it— show it, voice it to him. and he hated that.

he wanted you to snap.

wanted you to break.

wanted you to show him how ugly and possessive you can get inside.

he liked that about you, that no matter how innocent or unbothered you may appear on the outside— inside there’s darkness, a timer— ready to be set off at any minute now.

your throat tightened like it always did when you saw him with yet again another girl. so you stepped forward, forced a smile and walked right up to them— eyes landing on her hand that was now closer to his waistband. heeseung’s face lit up when he saw you, clearing his throat and stepping back from jiwoo— naturally placing his arm around your waist.

“yn” jiwoo greeted you politely— fake. you only glared back at her, smile also— fake. she cleared her throat after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, she stepped back, “bye heeseung”

your jaw tightened when she left, heeseung smiled down at you like nothing had happened “hi baby” you grabbed his arm rough— pulling him down to your level, lips brushing his ear.

“we’ll talk about that when we get home” you shove him back, walking away with a sway to your hips. heeseung could only smile to himself— eyes glued to your ass in that lacy dress, this is what he wanted.

you storm inside your shared home, heels clacking against the tiles of your hallway. “i’m overreacting?! so you weren’t all over jiwoo just then— my fucking co-worker?!”

heeseung locks the door behind you two, throwing his keys on the table— fingers pinching between his eyebrows in frustration, he laughs “baby, she was all over me, i told her i had a girlfriend, what was i supposed to do? shove her off me?”

you scoff in disbelief at his words “yes! you could’ve but you didn’t heeseung that’s your problem you like the fucking attention” heeseung takes a step closer to you “don’t fucking swear at me baby” you push his chest, “i’m a grown woman i think i can swear if i want to, and right now it feels really fucking necessary” he stumbles back, eyes wide a little taken aback at how aggressive you’re being.

he wasn’t expecting this, was expecting you to cry to him— tell him you want him to stop talking to other women, beg him to never leave you.

but you’re expression is stone cold, arms crossed over your chest.

you shake your head at him. “come on don’t be like that” he takes a step closer again— hand going to tuck a strand hair behind your ear.

he’s not taking you seriously.

“don’t touch me” he furrows his eyebrows taking a step back. “so that’s how you’re gonna be, huh?” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. you don’t answer him just turn to the kitchen, footsteps heavy.

heeseung follows after you without hesitation. “what happened to talking to each other huh? you know communicating? you’re being childish right now”

you slam the fridge door shut, eyes glassy with anger as you look up at him. “well clearly talking it through with you isn’t fucking working, you never listen hee, just apologise and do the same shit over and over again it’s exhausting”

that shoots straight through him, “it’s not like i kissed her, god” he clicks his tongue, running a hand through his hair. you scoff, “looked like it was getting pretty fucking close to that” heeseung unbuttons the first two buttons of his dress shirt, loosening his tie, ears hot.

“you think i’d cheat on you baby? really? you think i’d stoop that fucking low?” he catches the dish towel when you throw it at him.

“i don’t think this is working anymore”

silence.

and for a second you almost want to travel back in time and shut yourself up. but you don’t. you let the words settle. heeseung stares at you— he wasn’t expecting this, he scoffs “what?” you shrug “i don’t know how many times i’ve had to bring this up to you before, it’s toxic heeseung i can’t do this anymore, i’m fucking done” and with that you begin walking towards the stairs, heeseung is quick after you— rolling up his sleeves.

“the fuck did you just say to me?”

you’re three steps up the staircase when he grabs your ankle, making you trip against the tiles. “what the fuck are you doing heeseung let go” he doesn’t listen, only grabs your waist and spins you around, laying you down on your back, hard cold tiles sending shivers up your spine from the backless dress you’re wearing.

heeseung’s hands are on either side of your head— caging you. “look i know you’re jealous baby” he smirks pushing his body on top of yours. and you hate him for how good he looks right now. “you wanna leave me? hm?”

“get off me heeseung” you whine, trying to get up but he only presses himself against you harder, legs spread on either side of his waist. he grinds down on you once and that’s enough to make you whimper, hands catching his biceps, finally meeting his gaze. “think i’m toxic? bad for you?” he cooes stroking your cheek.

he looks annoyingly good like this, face a little red from the arguing, but still that cocky smirk he always has plastered on his face. it’s annoying you. he’s mocking you.

“i don’t think you want me to get off you, hm baby?” he looks down at where your bodies are connected, keeping a slow place when he rubs his bulge against your heat. “in fact i think you want more, huh baby?” he smiles and you shake your head no, a little breathless from the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit.

heeseung grabs your cheeks hard, squishing them together— your lips puckered up like a fish. you look terrified, it only pushes him further.

“no? no you don’t want more? let’s see what this little pussy has to say, huh?” heeseung lifts himself off you then, letting your cheeks go with a slap, forcing your head sideways, tears fall from your face.

he backs down a step on your staircase so he’s eye level with your pussy— he’s giving you the space to move— leave, he’s not holding you down anymore.

but you stay, legs spread for him.

he carefully pulls your lacy panties to the side and when he sees you’re glistening for him he chuckles, cocky.

“such a bad liar baby, you’re soaked for me look at that” heeseung licks his lips once, slowly running his middle finger along your folds, gathering your slick to show you. your cheeks flush in embarrassment. okay maybe you were a little turned on. he’s never treated you like this before, this rough.

heeseung smiles proud, on his knees below you on one of your steps, he lifts your left leg up. he brings your calf to his mouth kissing and humming against your soft skin at how good you smell. you’d lathered yourself in oils and lotions earlier to get ready for the night and heeseung can’t get over how smooth you are.

“shit baby” he groans, rubbing his bulge against your thigh. he lets your heel fall, kissing up to your feet. heeseung presses your foot to his face, sniffing your sole, hips bucking against you as he lets out a soft groan. you bite your bottom lip in embarrassment at your foot all up in his face like this.

“heeseung—stop it’s embarrassing!” he stops immediately pulling your foot from his face to get a look at your flushed, tear streaked face and it only turns him on more.

“yeah? you embarrassed baby? embarrassed because ’m fucking obsessed with every inch of you?” he smirks holding your gaze when he slides his tongue between your toes, you flinch trying to pull your foot back— whining at the unwanted tickle.

heeseung’s having none of it, grip tight around your foot when he takes your toe into his mouth swirling his tongue around it. he holds your gaze and you hide your face in your hands, chest falling up and down.

he’s never done this before. has he always liked feet? the truth is, he doesn’t have a weird fetish for feet, but your feet? well that’s a whole different topic.

heeseung gets lost in the feeling of your toes in his mouth— grinding himself down on your bare pussy— meanwhile he’s still fully clothed. he closes his eyes rubbing your feet all over his face, sucking and licking.

“fuck baby wanted this for so long” he licks from your heel to the tips of your white toes. “didn’t wanna tell you, scare you away, but since you think i want other women, wanna leave me— think it’s necessary i show you how down bad i am for you”

your chest swells with pride when he speaks— he sounds so submissive right now. you look at him, eyes dark when you pull your foot from his mouth, trailing it down his chest to his bulge. heeseung watches eyes wide, breath stuttering— whimpering softly when you rub your foot back and forth over his clothed cock.

“baby—“ he throws his head back and that’s when you take your chance to move, standing up to walk upstairs, you hadn’t t forgotten what he pulled earlier, mind still set on leaving him.

but you only make it to the quarter— landing. he’s quick to grab your ankle again, making you fall to your knees— you squeak in pain— he’s holding you down from behind now, hovering over you.

heeseung leans down to your ear his hot breath making you shiver, “where do you think you’re going hm?” he sticks his tongue out licking all over your earlobe, moving to your cheek, gathering your tears with his tongue— enjoying the salty taste in his mouth.

you sob, more tears falling, he’s so nasty with you tonight, you squirm beneath him and he only growls because you’re pushing your ass back against his crotch. heeseung holds back a moan, grinding his own hips down to meet your ass.

“still mad at me baby? still wanna break up?” you nod “yes hee— shit” he smiles at the shake in your voice, “yeah? need me to fuck it out of you then baby? show you who i’m really obsessed with?” he doesn’t even need you to reply, he already knows the answer, he lifts up your dress, bunching it around your hips— your panties still pushed to the side.

you look so perfect like this, on your hands and knees on the staircase, ass arched, all ready for him. he takes his lower lip between his teeth at the sight of you, unbuckling his belt quicker than he ever has before. unzipping his pants just enough to free his cock.

your cheek is pressed against the tile of the landing floor— turning your head to get a view of his cock, it’s big— flushed pink tip leaking pre cum. heeseung sees you staring and winks at you, stroking himself a few times before pushing himself inside you slowly from behind, eyes on yours.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him burry himself balls deep inside of you, moving slowly— hands on your hips. you mewl loudly hands sweaty against the tile floor when heeseung thrusts into you rough, your ass bouncing against his hips.

he groans deeply at the sight— grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards his chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder while he fucks up into you, balls slapping your clit.

“you know i flirt with all these girls baby but they’d never have me like this” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking at your neck. “you’re my special girl, yeah?” you want to push him away, roll your eyes but you can’t— your body caught in a trance.

“y-you’re— you’re a fucking whore baby” you cry out without really thinking. all you know is that you’re angry at him, even more now that he’s making you feel so good. your eyes spill more tears from the pleasure he’s giving you.

heeseung growls in your ear picking up his pace— cock twitching inside you, left hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, “yeah? i’m the whore?“ he chuckles— tightening his grip around your throat— right hand pulling down the front of your dress to play with your tits.

“you’re the one crying on my cock baby” he cooes, cupping your tit feeling it bounce in his hand. you moan louder when he pushes your cheek back down on the step, right hand gripping your hair as he thrusts into you with skill, you clench around him at the way he’s treating you.

“jealous little slut huh baby?” you can’t answer him, can’t talk, your mind is gone, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out a little at the side of your mouth. heeseung has to stop himself from cumming from your lewd expression alone. “think you can leave me? think i want other girls like this? who does this cock belong to huh?”

“m—me— me” you push yourself up, body weight on your forearms, pushing your ass back against him, meeting his thrusts. he freezes— slapping your ass watching himself slip in and out of you. “that’s it baby take what’s yours” your body is exhausted but you’re desperate to make him feel good. show him who he has, show him why he doesn’t need to flirt with other girls. remind him who owns him.

“fuck that’s so hot” his hand rest on your lower back, just above your ass, right thumb pressing against your pretty little asshole. you twitch when he pushes the tip of his thumb in, cock still fucking in and out of you with brutal force. “hee—“

“shh baby taking me so fucking well, wanna fill all your holes” you walls clam around him uncontrollably— body betraying you. he’s talking and using you so nasty right now— you don’t want to accept the fact that like you like it. his left hand moves from your tit to your mouth, stroking your bottom lip.

you let his long fingers in, swirling your tongue around them, heeseung moans at the view of you through the mirror on the wall in front of you two, he pushes your head up forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “that’s it baby, look at you— all your holes filled by me huh? you like that?”

you try to avoid the mirror but god you look a mess, in the best possible way, your dark hair messy from heeseungs grip, drool hanging from your chin, eyebrows raised and stitched together in pleasure, heeseung behind you, still fully dressed except for his cock, eyes locked on your ass until he meets your eyes in the mirror, he looks so sexy like this.

the sight of him sends you over the edge, your walls flutter around him and you reach out behind you to push him back but he grabs your arm, pinning it behind your back. “heeseung— gonna— gonna cum” heeseung smirks pulling out of you suddenly.

you whine— tears falling from your flushed face. he stays behind you— eyes locked on your face through the mirror “tell me you forgive me” you shake your head in protest and he shrugs, moving his cock up and down your folds. your legs shake.

“if you wanna cum, gonna have to forgive me baby” he smirks “come on i didn’t mean it, don’t care about her, i know where my priorities lie” he takes hold of his cock, rubbing it against your clit. your breathe hitches— you were so close and he just pulled out, edged you.

“baby spit it out” he slides into you dangerously slow, grazing your insides. “come on princess, know you wanna cum all over this cock, just say the words” you can’t take it anymore, you’re so sensitive, so ready to realease.

“okay— i— i forgive you” you speak, voice barely audible. heeseungs clicks his tongue, not satisfied. “say it like you mean it” you’re growing impatient, clenching around nothing, “please heeseung i forgive you baby, don’t wanna break up with you, just fucking make me cum please”

heeseung smirks satisfied, pulling out of you completely before slamming back into you, fucking against you relentlessly, your moans echoing in the halls.

“that’s it baby, there’s my good girl. cum, cum all over this dick” your whole body shakes beneath him when you orgasm on his cock, you pulse around him aggressively— making him whimper “such a stupid girl aren’t you? thinking you can break up with me” he pounds into you a few more times, moans high and broken.

“shit i’m close too, gonna cum inside you princess, gonna fill you up, get you pregnant” you nod, head heavy, eyes hooded as you look at him through the mirror, back arched for him. “hee—” that sends him over the edge, just the sight of you, just your voice saying his name is enough for him.

“yeah fuck yn hm? want me to put a baby in you?” he cums inside you when you nod— emptying his balls with a low groan, fucking himself through his orgasm, you sigh at the feeling of his warm cum shooting inside your womb.

he stays inside you for a moment before he pulls out— watching his cum leak out of you. he watches your holes clench around nothing. you’re lying there— exhausted, body still shaking from your orgasm.

heeseung bends down to move his head closer to your pussy, licking a stripe of his cum that was leaking from you, gathering it on his tongue before he pushes his tongue in your hole, fucking his tongue in and out of you— making sure none of his cum goes to waste.

your legs shake from the sensitivity, heeseung licks up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue making you flinch. he places a soft kiss on your hole, pulling away slow, breathless. watching your collapsed body on the staircase, he laughs tucking himself back into his pants.

“you’re hot when you’re jealous baby you know that?” he lies down beside you on your stairs. “glad we could make up” heeseung strokes your messy hair, your makeup ruined from the tears— he smiles to himself knowing he was the cause.

he kisses your lips softly, “i’m fucking obsessed with you baby— you can’t leave me, ever” he leans his forehead against yours. you just stare at him— eyes empty, your mind blank, you’re completely gone, spaced out. heeseung laughs softly, this is exactly how he wants you. “can’t live without me can you?”

“i love you”

acceptance creeps in slowly— there’s no escape from this, from him. he’ll continue to mess you about and you’ll stay. you’ll stay ever single fucking time.

because you’re exactly where you want to be.

taking my smau virginity right now 🚬🚬

we are a beautiful disaster, but selfishly i don't care about the wreckage as long as i get to keep consuming you.

(박성훈 x fem reader) what are you waiting for? you got me lost in the clutch of you, and what's worst to know, i got a girl at home and my baby loves me more. what are you waiting for? ‘cause maybe her loving me with much wont do ─ lavender sunflower

༄❣︎ ─ psst hello, this was supposed to be longer i swear but i’m thinking of doing a longer part 2 with the full version of how it all started plus maybe some jealousy from both sunghoon and reader ? i’d like to see yuri catching on a little too ?? idk <33 let me know if that’s something you guys would like to see.

sorry lemme just

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content advisory cheating, toxic relationship dynamics, toxic sunghoon (reader is too), jealousy, possessiveness, infidelity

smut advisory oral (fem rec), cunnilingus, pussy eating, dirty-talking, teasing, sunghoon swallows readers cum, masturbation, mention of virginity loss, sunghoon cums in his pants, sneaky, mentions of sunghoon’s girlfriend, no p in v sex (yet ;) basically just porn with plot <33

“i’m serious yn, you make the best fucking cookies” sunghoon groans taking another bite, eyebrows stitched together at the taste. he usually gets like this.

aggressive when he eats.

you lean forward on your kitchen counter, chin in your hands. “you think so?” a small smile makes its way across your face when he nods, wiping the crumbs off his sweatpants.

“that’s good to hear” you stand up straight now, busying yourself by putting away trays— attempting to clean up your kitchen at least a little before your parents get back.

it’s late. coming on 9.

sunghoon just watches you from your counter, swinging side to side on your kitchen bar stool. there’s a comfortable beat of silence between you two as you wash up.

having been best friends for years now, you enjoy each others company— even if it’s just this, silence.

his eyes drape over your figure taking in your outfit for the first time tonight.

you’re dressed in that little black mini skirt that sunghoon always says could be mistaken for a headband, along with a white blouse, the first two buttons undone— exposing a little cleavage but not too much that it’s obvious.

he clears his throat, you turn off the sink.

“why are you all dolled up tonight anyways?” curiosity gets the best of him. his phone buzzes in his pocket but his eyes stay locked on your back until you turn.

“i’ve got a date” you answer, drying your hands with your kitchen towel. you’re not nervous to tell him. he’s your best friend after all. sunghoon raises an eyebrow.

“a date huh?” he nods to himself running a hand through his messy dark hair. he’s trying hard to look unbothered, “with who?” you shrug.

“this guy i’ve been seeing”

he follows you into the living room, standing tall behind you, his cologne now stronger. “do i know him?” your breath hitches at his tone, low— careful. you turn to face him, your eyes scanning his stern face, he looks frustrated? you frown. “yeah his name’s jungwon, i think you two have math together?” sunghoon’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek.

“yeah we do, chill guy” without another word he plops himself on your couch, legs spread comfortably, right arm draped along the back, like it’s his own house. which technically it is. you two basically grew up together— many memories, play dates— in this house. it was like a second home for sunghoon.

you sit down beside him, eyes on the clock beside your tv— your parents should be home any minute now, and jungwon was scheduled to pick you up at half nine. you called sunghoon to come over to keep you company in the meantime. you two had been so caught up with school work you hadn’t hung out in a while.

sunghoon agreed, of course— he always did. coming straight to your place after his shift. his phone buzzes again and this time he decides to check it.

you raise an eyebrow at him, “yuri?” his eyes meet yours. yuri was sunghoon’s girlfriend of six months. it’s safe to say the two of them were in love.

he took her out often, bought her flowers every weekend, complimented her daily even posted her all over his social media. it was hard to understand though, because all the things he had done for yuri in the past six months, he’s been doing them for you for years.

sunghoon takes you out at least once a week even if it’s just to the movies. he buys you flowers when he knows you’re sad or on your period. he compliments you without really thinking about it. and it’s safe to say he has many pictures of you on his social media, maybe even more than yuri. pictures of you all dressed up, some of you completely caught of guard but it’s when sunghoon thinks you look the prettiest.

at first yuri had a hard time adjusting to you and sunghoon’s dynamic. but sunghoon would always reassure her that you two have always been close. he always told her—

“yn’s like a sister to me”

and because yuri loves sunghoon so much, she pushes down the ugly feeling that tangles in her chest when she sees the two of you together in the halls, laughing at another inside joke that she wouldn’t understand even if she tried.

sunghoon only nods throwing his phone beside you on the couch, “yeah i’m supposed to be at hers right now actually” your smile falters a little. “why’d you come here then?” sunghoon shrugs his shoulders like it’s obvious, “you asked”

“aren’t you at least gonna reply?”

sunghoon sighs leaning his head back on your couch, legs instinctively spreading wider, he turns to look at you again, a playful smirk on his lips, eyes dark.

“she can wait” you feel your stomach flip at his words. his eyes trail down to your blouse, then down to your long legs in that tiny skirt. he stares shamelessly, sucking in a sharp breath.

“plus jungwon should be here soon” he leaves his sentence hanging. almost— suggestive. and you pick up what he’s putting down almost too quickly. you let your own eyes travel down his frame, sprawled out on your couch. his biceps tight against that black compression shirt. paired with his grey sweats that look dangerously inviting.

fuck.

he only watches you.

let’s you look.

okay maybe you left out another thing the two of you get up to before you go on dates.

───

“s—shit hoon— hmfph!”

you throw your head back, thighs clamping around his head when you feel sunghoon’s tongue lick the length of your dripping slit.

“shh baby need to make sure you taste good remember?” he murmurs against your heat.

you notice something flash in sunghoon’s eyes as he stares up at you from between your legs, the prolonged eye contact making you melt against your couch. he only grins at you, and you can’t do anything but gasp and whine as his tongue swirls around your clit— his large hands gripping your thighs, holding them open for him.

sometime about nine months ago— you had come to sunghoon with a problem. a problem most people wouldn’t dare to whisper in an empty room.

but sunghoon being the friend he is, well, he noticed something was off with you. and he had pushed and pushed you to tell him what was wrong. said it’s not healthy to keep everything inside.

you had just rolled your eyes.

bullshit.

he was just nosy.

you remember that night so vividly, you were getting ready to go to your boyfriend at the time— heeseung’s— house. sunghoon was laid lazily on your bed, scrolling through his phone.

keeping you company.

tonight was the night. you and heeseung had talked for months about. you agreed to let him take your virginity. and even then, when you were coating your lashes with mascara, your stomach was in knots. you and heeseung only ever made out, occasionally dry humped at most, but that’s the furthest you two got— never anything beneath clothes.

sunghoon knew all this— he was your best friend after all, you told him everything. he knew about tonight, being the big night. he had teased you all day about it. and if anything it was just making you more nervous— all the while heeseung was blowing up your phone, telling you how excited he was to see you, feel you

taste you.

you slammed your phone down on your vanity hard, running a hand through your long dark hair. sunghoon noticed, he sat up on your bed, eyebrows furrowed as he watched you pace back and forth.

“what the fuck is wrong with you yn” sunghoon chuckled a little concerned. you only huffed, standing in front of him.

“i’m scared” you admit, lips pouty. sunghoon smiled, his heart skipped a beat. of course you were scared— you’d never done anything like this before.

“you’re gonna be fine yn, i promise you’re overthinking it, the first time is always scary” his hands flailed about as he spoke, a habit he always had while reassuring someone, a habit that always made you smile.

“no god it’s just—“ you sighed loudly.

“c’mon baby tell me what you’re scared about” sunghoon’s hand reached out for you and you shuffled closer towards him, letting him sit you down on your bed beside him.

“i guess more than anything i’m just—“ you don’t let yourself finish, scared you’ll sound ridiculous. but sunghoon only pried more. “tell me yn come on, it’s only me”

so you made him promise he wouldn’t judge you. he complied immediately, linking his pinky with yours. you took a long shaky breath before you spoke again.

“i’m just scared that i won’t—god i can’t say it” you threw your head into one of your pillows— your face flushed, too shy to face him, and sunghoon could only laugh, rubbing your back.

“tell me with your head in the pillows then baby” you whined louder at the nickname.

“i’m just scared i won’t taste good” the words come out muffled by the pillow— faster than intended. but sunghoon picked up on every syllable. and unfortunately for you, he laughed, that same annoying laugh he did when you tripped during hop scotch in second grade.

you immediately sat up, hitting him with your pillows. “what? what’s so funny?” sunghoon laughed a little softer now, “nothing— nothing” he shrugged, his hand heavy on your thigh.

“it’s just— well i personally never imagined you tasting bad” his eyes scanned your face for any kind of reaction. you didn’t give him one right away, instead you repeated his words in your head. processing them.

slowly.

“you’ve— you’ve imagined me? how i taste?” you gulped, throat gone dry. sunghoon’s eyes were locked on yours when he nodded, slow. he looked nervous. almost like he was scared he was crossing a line, which technically he was, i mean you had a boyfriend.

but sunghoon doesn’t mind crossing that line if you’re willing to hold his hand and cross it with him. you’d never seen sunghoon in this light. i mean, sure you’d thought about him a few times— late at night. wondered what his lips would feel like, what he’d sound like moaning your name.

but that night, your room was dimply lit by a small yellow lamp, resting in the corner of your room that seemed to highlight his sharp features perfectly, his jaw—dangerously sharp, his lips perfectly soft. but what was making your chest hurt was the way he was looking at you. like he’d just confessed a deep secret of his.

he gulped once, mouth opening and closing a few times before he finds the courage to speak— break the silence. wondering what he could say to ease the tension. “uhm— why don’t you just you know, taste yourself?”

you groaned softly, “i tried but i just don’t think i’m a reliable source you know?” his thick eyebrows furrowed a little, a soft crease forming between them. “what do you mean?”

“like i just wish i could get someone— that’s willing to be one hundred percent honest with me, to you know, taste me just once! and tell me how i taste, is that crazy?”

“i just don’t know how i’m gonna enjoy heeseung eating me out if i’m not even sure what i taste like. i mean it’s different everday, what if tonight is bad?!”

sunghoon swears he forgets how to breath the moment those words leave your mouth. he just stares at you, mouth a little agape. and before he can stop himself— he’s talking. taking a chance.

“i could— you know, taste— taste you?”

your head turned to him slowly, head racing with a thousand thoughts, you could hear your heart thumping louder than ever. did he really just say that? he watched your expression carefully. “make sure you taste good for him— heeseung, i mean” he cleared his throat.

that night the two of you started something really, really fucking stupid— that neither of you were sure was possible to come back from.

before each one of your dates, each date where sex is promised— sunghoon found his face buried between your thighs, tasting, slurping you up, making sure you were all good for your date.

it was to reassure you, to help calm your nerves.

that’s what you kept telling yourselves.

but somewhere down the line things shifted— sunghoon found himself encouraging you to talk to guys, selfishly finding any excuse for his head to be crushed by your thighs by the end of the week.

to your surprise it didn’t stop when yuri came into the picture, it was wrong and you knew that. but why did he have to be so fucking good at it? i mean technically it isn’t cheating if nothing goes inside, right?

even now— this is your first date with jungwon. obviously you aren’t going to have sex with him. yet here sunghoon is— lapping at your folds like a dog in heat. sunghoon hums against you, moving his head side to side— completely devouring you, the sensation making your toes curl.

sunghoon’s on his knees before you, one hand rubbing himself through his sweatpants, the other pushed down on your lower tummy, thumb reaching to rub at your clit, circling it slowly. his phone continues to buzz from the sofa beside you, he rolls his eyes mentally knowing it’s yuri. probably asking him where he is, why he isn’t replying.

you moan louder each time it buzzes, a reminder that sunghoon is choosing to be between your legs— eating you out, knowing he should be snuggled up with his girlfriend right now.

“hoonie— yuri” he smacks your thigh at the mention of her name, fucking his tongue into you, wriggling it around inside of you before pulling away, chin and mouth covered in your juices.

“text her back” he’s breathless— so are you. you reach for his phone, unlocking it with ease,

you know his password.

yuri doesn’t.

“what do i say?” you open her chat, hundreds of messages appearing. sunghoon bites his lips, his eyes glued on your pussy— completely gone, still rubbing himself through his sweatpants.

“tell her there’s traffic” sunghoon whispers, his nose brushing at your clit, you smell so good— sunghoon can’t believe you even doubted your taste for a second because him?

he can’t get enough.

his mouth moves closer to you, like your pussy is a magnet pulling him in. you comply, shaky fingers typing a reply before you throw his phone again— grabbing his hair and reconnecting him with your heat. “addicted to this pussy baby” sunghoon is eating you out like he has all the time in the world, like he doesn’t have anyone waiting for him at home, like you don’t have a date on their way to your house.

“can’t stay away”

“so good at this hoon” you gasp when he focuses in on your clit, sucking and licking with broad strokes, enjoying the reaction your body is giving him— hips bucking against his tongue.

“holy shit” your nails did further into your couch, letting out a lewd moan when you arch your back. sunghoon moans against your core at the noises your making for him, hand sliding into his sweatpants. you can’t take the pleasure, head thrown back against the couch, mouth agape, eyes shut. sunghoon scowls against you “eyes on me baby, watch me eat this pussy”

you whimper when he pulls back to blow cool air between your legs, your thighs shaking, more slick oozing out. "all this for me?" he cooes, going down to kiss your soft lips. and you can’t do anything but nod.

sunghoon swears he starts salivating, he licks his lips before diving back in— like he was made to do this. he’s completely pussy drunk. tongue circling and flicking while his nose bumps upward against your clit, his tongue sliding past your walls, fucking you with his tongue.

you can only cry out in pleasure, embarrassment flooding over you at the sloshy sounds your pussy is making. his eyelids are resting heavy, looking up at your parted mouth and pink cheeks, soft tits bouncing through that blouse when you grind against his mouth.

his hand moves faster under his sweatpants, he knits his brows at the sensation. close to cumming at the feeling of your pussy on his lips.“best thing i’ve ever fucking tasted” he kisses your lips again— fully making out with your pussy now. your eyes roll back at how sensitive you feel.

you can feel the warmth pool into the pit of your stomach, a coil winding tight with each stroke of sunghoon’s sinful tongue. you pant harshly as your hips start to stutter, the pleasure gnawing its way at your insides. your thighs shake and clench around his pretty face.

“hoon, hmpf gonna cum— shit”

sunghoon keeps his focus, skilled tongue eating you up just right, holding you open with one hand when your thighs shake, the other hand matching the pace of his tongue under his sweatpants.

“yeah? cum then— come on baby, cum all over my fucking face” your body shudders in ecstasy as you scream his name, your walls clenching as you cum— hard.

sunghoon only groans when your orgasm hit his tongue and chin, the sweet taste of you lingering in his mouth sends him over the edge— he cums in his pants, all over his hand with a deep growl. he wastes no time lapping up your juices— he’s earned it after all.

he nods below you, satisfied with his work. he pulls away slowly, watching your hole clench around nothing, the soft light of your tv making your pussy glisten.

“you taste sweet baby, all ready for your date”

there’s silent for a beat, the only noise being your heavy breathing. sunghoon picks up your panties, wiping his cum from his hand on the lacy fabric. it’s when you both hear your front door unlock that sunghoon curses under his breath. your parents are home.

he helps you put your panties back on— pulling down your skirt. sunghoon stands up straight adjusting himself in his sweatpants discreetly, face flushed and covered in your juices, he grabs his phone shoving it in his pocket.

“i should go— yuri’s waiting” you only nod following him to your back door so he can sneak out swiftly. “enjoy your date sugar lips” he winks, wiping his chin dry, before he steps out into the cold air.

“goodbye sunghoon” you roll your eyes— closing the door behind him, you press your back against the door, taking a long, shaky breath. suddenly becoming hyper aware of sunghoon’s cum pressing against you through your panties.

you two are too far in to stop.

“yn, sweetheart, we’re home— are you ready for your date?” your moms voice echoes through the hallway and you whine, shutting your eyes.

right, you have a date tonight.

jungwon should be here any second actually. you already know the date wont go well, because like all your dates, you actually look forward to the before more than the actual date.

the before being sunghoon between your legs.

you’re fixing your hair and blouse in the mirror before you when your phone vibrates. it’s sunghoon.

“yuri’s in the bathroom, can still taste you on my tongue;)”

i love you, i will always love you— even with your hands around my throat, especially then. you’ll never recover from that kind of devotion.

(이희승 x fem reader) you look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face, you're in my world now, you can stay, but you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me if it hurts to breathe, open a window, your mind wants to leave , but you can't go ─ house of balloons

༄❣︎ ─ don’t have much to say for myself this is just pure filth honestly— this is extremely toxic. also always wanted to write about sucking toes heeseung is the perfect candidate.

oh my fucking god

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content advisory toxic relationship dynamics, like extremely toxic, toxic heeseung (reader is spiralling), jealousy, possessiveness, arguments, angst, mentions of obsession, dirty talk, unhealthy coping mechanisms, emotional distress, denial, dissociation, manipulation, power imbalances.

smut advisory unprotected sex, staircase fucking, forced proximity, creampie, oral, pussy eating, dirty–talking, missionary, backshots, deep penetration, finger–sucking, choking, fingering, kissing, ass eating, thumb in asshole, feet fetish, heeseung licks and sucks readers toes, reader gets shy, manipulation through sex, mentions is pregnancy, filthy sex just pure filth okay.

“you’re overreacting” heeseung sounds unbothered when he slams the car door shut behind him. like you’re bothering him by being angry— like you’re making a big deal out of nothing. you freeze, turning to face him— you’re usual calm expression— gone. replaced by genuine hurt and anger.

heeseung’s never seen you like this.

usually whenever you get mad at him, or the two of you have a misunderstanding— you keep it to yourself, then communicate with him the next day calmly and you two sort it out, you always do.

but tonight, you’re different— calm facade clearly breaking. you had ignored him the whole car ride home. whenever he made conversation, you’d turn your head to the window, leg bouncing uncontrollably— and not to mention slapping his hand away when he tried to rest it on your thigh.

you were angry at him, that was obvious, but you were also tired— tired of the same shit happening over and over again even after you talked about it with him. he never listens. just apologised and does the same thing over again.

it stings.

you’re hurt and heeseung knows why.

tonight was your staff night out, and you had brought heeseung along to introduce him to your co-workers. he was well behaved for most of the night, you’ll give him that, talking and laughing along with the people you worked with politely.

until you came back from the bathroom after touching up your makeup only to see him at the bar, with jiwoo from finance, her hands on heeseung’s chest, running a finger along his buttons playfully.

heeseung was laughing— looking down at her hand and raising an eyebrow. you saw it all, and you knew that look all too well.

that same look he’d given the girls he’s flirted with before— that look that had you up all night, crying silently on your side of the bed while heeseung slept peacefully beside you, that look that had you comparing yourself to random girls on the street when heeseung would stare at them for a second longer than necessary.

he was always like this, a flirt.

you knew that when you first started dating and you know that now. but what you didn’t know was that heeseung was going to keep flirting with other women despite your relationship.

but he wouldn’t flirt obvious enough for you to accuse him of cheating— it was in his tone, the way he could make everyday conversation sound seductive, suggestive, the way he would look at them— like he’s imagining bending them over and taking them from behind.

maybe you were overthinking it, maybe he can’t control it, some people are just natural flirts and don’t know they’re flirting.

and anytime you’d bring it up to him, heeseung would laugh like you were talking crazy, brush it off— lay you down and fuck you good, whispering sweet words in your ear to remind you— who he’s in love with, who he’s obsessed with and who he’s buried inside right now.

and just like that things would be fine again. you would never leave him, and heeseung knew that. but what heeseung also knew is that he would never cheat on you, never take it that far. he knew what he was doing, he knew how jealous and insecure you would get deep down inside— you’re pride too high to ever admit it— show it, voice it to him. and he hated that.

he wanted you to snap.

wanted you to break.

wanted you to show him how ugly and possessive you can get inside.

he liked that about you, that no matter how innocent or unbothered you may appear on the outside— inside there’s darkness, a timer— ready to be set off at any minute now.

your throat tightened like it always did when you saw him with yet again another girl. so you stepped forward, forced a smile and walked right up to them— eyes landing on her hand that was now closer to his waistband. heeseung’s face lit up when he saw you, clearing his throat and stepping back from jiwoo— naturally placing his arm around your waist.

“yn” jiwoo greeted you politely— fake. you only glared back at her, smile also— fake. she cleared her throat after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, she stepped back, “bye heeseung”

your jaw tightened when she left, heeseung smiled down at you like nothing had happened “hi baby” you grabbed his arm rough— pulling him down to your level, lips brushing his ear.

“we’ll talk about that when we get home” you shove him back, walking away with a sway to your hips. heeseung could only smile to himself— eyes glued to your ass in that lacy dress, this is what he wanted.

you storm inside your shared home, heels clacking against the tiles of your hallway. “i’m overreacting?! so you weren’t all over jiwoo just then— my fucking co-worker?!”

heeseung locks the door behind you two, throwing his keys on the table— fingers pinching between his eyebrows in frustration, he laughs “baby, she was all over me, i told her i had a girlfriend, what was i supposed to do? shove her off me?”

you scoff in disbelief at his words “yes! you could’ve but you didn’t heeseung that’s your problem you like the fucking attention” heeseung takes a step closer to you “don’t fucking swear at me baby” you push his chest, “i’m a grown woman i think i can swear if i want to, and right now it feels really fucking necessary” he stumbles back, eyes wide a little taken aback at how aggressive you’re being.

he wasn’t expecting this, was expecting you to cry to him— tell him you want him to stop talking to other women, beg him to never leave you.

but you’re expression is stone cold, arms crossed over your chest.

you shake your head at him. “come on don’t be like that” he takes a step closer again— hand going to tuck a strand hair behind your ear.

he’s not taking you seriously.

“don’t touch me” he furrows his eyebrows taking a step back. “so that’s how you’re gonna be, huh?” his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. you don’t answer him just turn to the kitchen, footsteps heavy.

heeseung follows after you without hesitation. “what happened to talking to each other huh? you know communicating? you’re being childish right now”

you slam the fridge door shut, eyes glassy with anger as you look up at him. “well clearly talking it through with you isn’t fucking working, you never listen hee, just apologise and do the same shit over and over again it’s exhausting”

that shoots straight through him, “it’s not like i kissed her, god” he clicks his tongue, running a hand through his hair. you scoff, “looked like it was getting pretty fucking close to that” heeseung unbuttons the first two buttons of his dress shirt, loosening his tie, ears hot.

“you think i’d cheat on you baby? really? you think i’d stoop that fucking low?” he catches the dish towel when you throw it at him.

“i don’t think this is working anymore”

silence.

and for a second you almost want to travel back in time and shut yourself up. but you don’t. you let the words settle. heeseung stares at you— he wasn’t expecting this, he scoffs “what?” you shrug “i don’t know how many times i’ve had to bring this up to you before, it’s toxic heeseung i can’t do this anymore, i’m fucking done” and with that you begin walking towards the stairs, heeseung is quick after you— rolling up his sleeves.

“the fuck did you just say to me?”

you’re three steps up the staircase when he grabs your ankle, making you trip against the tiles. “what the fuck are you doing heeseung let go” he doesn’t listen, only grabs your waist and spins you around, laying you down on your back, hard cold tiles sending shivers up your spine from the backless dress you’re wearing.

heeseung’s hands are on either side of your head— caging you. “look i know you’re jealous baby” he smirks pushing his body on top of yours. and you hate him for how good he looks right now. “you wanna leave me? hm?”

“get off me heeseung” you whine, trying to get up but he only presses himself against you harder, legs spread on either side of his waist. he grinds down on you once and that’s enough to make you whimper, hands catching his biceps, finally meeting his gaze. “think i’m toxic? bad for you?” he cooes stroking your cheek.

he looks annoyingly good like this, face a little red from the arguing, but still that cocky smirk he always has plastered on his face. it’s annoying you. he’s mocking you.

“i don’t think you want me to get off you, hm baby?” he looks down at where your bodies are connected, keeping a slow place when he rubs his bulge against your heat. “in fact i think you want more, huh baby?” he smiles and you shake your head no, a little breathless from the feeling of his clothed cock rubbing against your clit.

heeseung grabs your cheeks hard, squishing them together— your lips puckered up like a fish. you look terrified, it only pushes him further.

“no? no you don’t want more? let’s see what this little pussy has to say, huh?” heeseung lifts himself off you then, letting your cheeks go with a slap, forcing your head sideways, tears fall from your face.

he backs down a step on your staircase so he’s eye level with your pussy— he’s giving you the space to move— leave, he’s not holding you down anymore.

but you stay, legs spread for him.

he carefully pulls your lacy panties to the side and when he sees you’re glistening for him he chuckles, cocky.

“such a bad liar baby, you’re soaked for me look at that” heeseung licks his lips once, slowly running his middle finger along your folds, gathering your slick to show you. your cheeks flush in embarrassment. okay maybe you were a little turned on. he’s never treated you like this before, this rough.

heeseung smiles proud, on his knees below you on one of your steps, he lifts your left leg up. he brings your calf to his mouth kissing and humming against your soft skin at how good you smell. you’d lathered yourself in oils and lotions earlier to get ready for the night and heeseung can’t get over how smooth you are.

“shit baby” he groans, rubbing his bulge against your thigh. he lets your heel fall, kissing up to your feet. heeseung presses your foot to his face, sniffing your sole, hips bucking against you as he lets out a soft groan. you bite your bottom lip in embarrassment at your foot all up in his face like this.

“heeseung—stop it’s embarrassing!” he stops immediately pulling your foot from his face to get a look at your flushed, tear streaked face and it only turns him on more.

“yeah? you embarrassed baby? embarrassed because ’m fucking obsessed with every inch of you?” he smirks holding your gaze when he slides his tongue between your toes, you flinch trying to pull your foot back— whining at the unwanted tickle.

heeseung’s having none of it, grip tight around your foot when he takes your toe into his mouth swirling his tongue around it. he holds your gaze and you hide your face in your hands, chest falling up and down.

he’s never done this before. has he always liked feet? the truth is, he doesn’t have a weird fetish for feet, but your feet? well that’s a whole different topic.

heeseung gets lost in the feeling of your toes in his mouth— grinding himself down on your bare pussy— meanwhile he’s still fully clothed. he closes his eyes rubbing your feet all over his face, sucking and licking.

“fuck baby wanted this for so long” he licks from your heel to the tips of your white toes. “didn’t wanna tell you, scare you away, but since you think i want other women, wanna leave me— think it’s necessary i show you how down bad i am for you”

your chest swells with pride when he speaks— he sounds so submissive right now. you look at him, eyes dark when you pull your foot from his mouth, trailing it down his chest to his bulge. heeseung watches eyes wide, breath stuttering— whimpering softly when you rub your foot back and forth over his clothed cock.

“baby—“ he throws his head back and that’s when you take your chance to move, standing up to walk upstairs, you hadn’t t forgotten what he pulled earlier, mind still set on leaving him.

but you only make it to the quarter— landing. he’s quick to grab your ankle again, making you fall to your knees— you squeak in pain— he’s holding you down from behind now, hovering over you.

heeseung leans down to your ear his hot breath making you shiver, “where do you think you’re going hm?” he sticks his tongue out licking all over your earlobe, moving to your cheek, gathering your tears with his tongue— enjoying the salty taste in his mouth.

you sob, more tears falling, he’s so nasty with you tonight, you squirm beneath him and he only growls because you’re pushing your ass back against his crotch. heeseung holds back a moan, grinding his own hips down to meet your ass.

“still mad at me baby? still wanna break up?” you nod “yes hee— shit” he smiles at the shake in your voice, “yeah? need me to fuck it out of you then baby? show you who i’m really obsessed with?” he doesn’t even need you to reply, he already knows the answer, he lifts up your dress, bunching it around your hips— your panties still pushed to the side.

you look so perfect like this, on your hands and knees on the staircase, ass arched, all ready for him. he takes his lower lip between his teeth at the sight of you, unbuckling his belt quicker than he ever has before. unzipping his pants just enough to free his cock.

your cheek is pressed against the tile of the landing floor— turning your head to get a view of his cock, it’s big— flushed pink tip leaking pre cum. heeseung sees you staring and winks at you, stroking himself a few times before pushing himself inside you slowly from behind, eyes on yours.

your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel him burry himself balls deep inside of you, moving slowly— hands on your hips. you mewl loudly hands sweaty against the tile floor when heeseung thrusts into you rough, your ass bouncing against his hips.

he groans deeply at the sight— grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling you back towards his chest, letting your head rest on his shoulder while he fucks up into you, balls slapping your clit.

“you know i flirt with all these girls baby but they’d never have me like this” he whispers in your ear, tongue licking at your neck. “you’re my special girl, yeah?” you want to push him away, roll your eyes but you can’t— your body caught in a trance.

“y-you’re— you’re a fucking whore baby” you cry out without really thinking. all you know is that you’re angry at him, even more now that he’s making you feel so good. your eyes spill more tears from the pleasure he’s giving you.

heeseung growls in your ear picking up his pace— cock twitching inside you, left hand reaching up to wrap around your throat, “yeah? i’m the whore?“ he chuckles— tightening his grip around your throat— right hand pulling down the front of your dress to play with your tits.

“you’re the one crying on my cock baby” he cooes, cupping your tit feeling it bounce in his hand. you moan louder when he pushes your cheek back down on the step, right hand gripping your hair as he thrusts into you with skill, you clench around him at the way he’s treating you.

“jealous little slut huh baby?” you can’t answer him, can’t talk, your mind is gone, eyes rolled back, tongue sticking out a little at the side of your mouth. heeseung has to stop himself from cumming from your lewd expression alone. “think you can leave me? think i want other girls like this? who does this cock belong to huh?”

“m—me— me” you push yourself up, body weight on your forearms, pushing your ass back against him, meeting his thrusts. he freezes— slapping your ass watching himself slip in and out of you. “that’s it baby take what’s yours” your body is exhausted but you’re desperate to make him feel good. show him who he has, show him why he doesn’t need to flirt with other girls. remind him who owns him.

“fuck that’s so hot” his hand rest on your lower back, just above your ass, right thumb pressing against your pretty little asshole. you twitch when he pushes the tip of his thumb in, cock still fucking in and out of you with brutal force. “hee—“

“shh baby taking me so fucking well, wanna fill all your holes” you walls clam around him uncontrollably— body betraying you. he’s talking and using you so nasty right now— you don’t want to accept the fact that like you like it. his left hand moves from your tit to your mouth, stroking your bottom lip.

you let his long fingers in, swirling your tongue around them, heeseung moans at the view of you through the mirror on the wall in front of you two, he pushes your head up forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. “that’s it baby, look at you— all your holes filled by me huh? you like that?”

you try to avoid the mirror but god you look a mess, in the best possible way, your dark hair messy from heeseungs grip, drool hanging from your chin, eyebrows raised and stitched together in pleasure, heeseung behind you, still fully dressed except for his cock, eyes locked on your ass until he meets your eyes in the mirror, he looks so sexy like this.

the sight of him sends you over the edge, your walls flutter around him and you reach out behind you to push him back but he grabs your arm, pinning it behind your back. “heeseung— gonna— gonna cum” heeseung smirks pulling out of you suddenly.

you whine— tears falling from your flushed face. he stays behind you— eyes locked on your face through the mirror “tell me you forgive me” you shake your head in protest and he shrugs, moving his cock up and down your folds. your legs shake.

“if you wanna cum, gonna have to forgive me baby” he smirks “come on i didn’t mean it, don’t care about her, i know where my priorities lie” he takes hold of his cock, rubbing it against your clit. your breathe hitches— you were so close and he just pulled out, edged you.

“baby spit it out” he slides into you dangerously slow, grazing your insides. “come on princess, know you wanna cum all over this cock, just say the words” you can’t take it anymore, you’re so sensitive, so ready to realease.

“okay— i— i forgive you” you speak, voice barely audible. heeseungs clicks his tongue, not satisfied. “say it like you mean it” you’re growing impatient, clenching around nothing, “please heeseung i forgive you baby, don’t wanna break up with you, just fucking make me cum please”

heeseung smirks satisfied, pulling out of you completely before slamming back into you, fucking against you relentlessly, your moans echoing in the halls.

“that’s it baby, there’s my good girl. cum, cum all over this dick” your whole body shakes beneath him when you orgasm on his cock, you pulse around him aggressively— making him whimper “such a stupid girl aren’t you? thinking you can break up with me” he pounds into you a few more times, moans high and broken.

“shit i’m close too, gonna cum inside you princess, gonna fill you up, get you pregnant” you nod, head heavy, eyes hooded as you look at him through the mirror, back arched for him. “hee—” that sends him over the edge, just the sight of you, just your voice saying his name is enough for him.

“yeah fuck yn hm? want me to put a baby in you?” he cums inside you when you nod— emptying his balls with a low groan, fucking himself through his orgasm, you sigh at the feeling of his warm cum shooting inside your womb.

he stays inside you for a moment before he pulls out— watching his cum leak out of you. he watches your holes clench around nothing. you’re lying there— exhausted, body still shaking from your orgasm.

heeseung bends down to move his head closer to your pussy, licking a stripe of his cum that was leaking from you, gathering it on his tongue before he pushes his tongue in your hole, fucking his tongue in and out of you— making sure none of his cum goes to waste.

your legs shake from the sensitivity, heeseung licks up to your asshole, circling it with his tongue making you flinch. he places a soft kiss on your hole, pulling away slow, breathless. watching your collapsed body on the staircase, he laughs tucking himself back into his pants.

“you’re hot when you’re jealous baby you know that?” he lies down beside you on your stairs. “glad we could make up” heeseung strokes your messy hair, your makeup ruined from the tears— he smiles to himself knowing he was the cause.

he kisses your lips softly, “i’m fucking obsessed with you baby— you can’t leave me, ever” he leans his forehead against yours. you just stare at him— eyes empty, your mind blank, you’re completely gone, spaced out. heeseung laughs softly, this is exactly how he wants you. “can’t live without me can you?”

“i love you”

acceptance creeps in slowly— there’s no escape from this, from him. he’ll continue to mess you about and you’ll stay. you’ll stay ever single fucking time.

because you’re exactly where you want to be.

taking my smau virginity right now 🚬🚬