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𝇁𝇃𝇂 — heeseung loves fucking his shy girlfriend, doesn’t matter where or how but he loves doing it. The pretty noises that you let out make him want to fuck you even more.

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — heeseung with a size kink goes CRAZYYY. He goes feral when you ask him to eat you out because he loves seeing how tiny you are under your over sized outfits.. loves the way you taste so much.

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — dinner date with heeseung went so wrong after you provoked him, telling him he couldn’t make you squirt from just finger fucking.. he proved you so wrong, fingering you so hard and fast, ruining you.

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — exchanging nudes with heeseung is always so fun because you never know what he’ll send as a reply. one night it’s him jerking off, and the next it’s him using his flesh light. however on this particular day you decided to send him a photo of your tits, so in reply he sent a video of his hand messy with his cum, the following message saying; “let me fuck your tits pretty..”

𝇁𝇃𝇂 — heeseung loves when you ride him, he loves the way you sound, the way you move, the way your tits jiggle. the sound always echoing throughout the room making him even harder than when you first started.

“g—god damn’…” he grunts, his hips snapping into yours — as he hovered over you — his pretty chain dangling in-front of your fucked out face. “takin’ it so well baby…” he lets out strangled noises — trying to get as much pleasure as he could.

“you like takin’ it, baby?” he grunts, moving his angle to get as deep as possible. "h-hee-“ you choke out. he tries to let out a chuckle — but it fails, and escapes as a whimper. “baby—ah, shit..” his arms falter a bit as he feels his orgasm approaching.

heeseung was determined to breed you, why? you never knew. because he was very, very, into that stuff — but of course, you didn’t complain. it’s lee heeseung after all. so here he is, rutting his hips into yours like a wild animal — chasing his orgasm.

“gonna give you a kid,” he mutters. “you’re gonna be the best mama, yeah?” he encourages. “—t…take it…” he grunts. his arms flexing as he holds himself up over you, his biceps rippling. “you want a baby, hm?” he tilts his head as he looks down at your pretty face.

your cheeks are flushed, and tears of pleasure are streaming down your face — as your hands are placed on his chest. “mm—….i-too mu—ah…” you babble. heeseung bites back a smile. “gonna’ fill you up so good, huh, baby?” he coos.

you nod frantically, and his swollen lips crash onto yours. “god—mm, ah-“ his hips stutter, as he makes sure he’s as deep as possible. his balls pressed up against your drenched clit, as the warm — sticky ropes of cum shoot into your hole.

“f…f-fuckk,” he chokes out against your lips. he pulls out after a few seconds, his tip frantically rubbing your pussy — in attempts to get you to hit your orgasm too. and it works.

because after a few more frantic rubs, warm liquid gushes onto heeseung's lower stomach — some even spilling onto the floor. his cum oozing out of your worn out hold. “look at that…” he whispers, “nice n’ stuffed…baby,” he coos.

his lips press against yours once again, as you pant and whimper softly, your legs quivering.

"My back arched like a cat, my position couldn't stop,"

Your back arched, the curve of your spine deepening as Heeseung slammed into you.

“Fuck—right there,” you gasped, fingers slipping against the countertop, your body trembling with each thrust.

“You were hittin’—” the song purred in the background, perfectly mirroring the way Heeseung had you pinned, his cock driving deeper, chasing every pulse and squeeze of your walls around him.

"Yeah?” he rasped, as he leaned in, his breath hot on your neck. It didn’t take long before your arms finally gave out, your body surrendering as your bare chest hit the cold marble countertop.

Heeseung only chuckled at your weakness, he slowed his thrusts, letting you feel every inch of him dragging in and out of your soaked cunt. Until his gaze dropped, mesmerized by the way your slick coated his flushed, throbbing cock, glistening under the light.

“Messy little thing,” he murmured, groaning at the sight. He groaned, his fingers tightened around your wrists, wrenching your arms behind your back, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. He drove into you harder, your body jerking forward with each ruthless thrust.

“You like this, huh? Getting fucked like a needy slut on the kitchen counter?”

A broken moan tore from your lips, your toes curling, legs shaking as he thrust deeper.

“And I shouldn’t cry, but I love it, Starboy,” the song purred in the background.

“You hear that?” Heeseung mocked, his lips curling into a smirk as Stargirl Interlude moaned through the speakers. “Even the song knows what a filthy little thing you are.”

His hips snapped forward, forcing a strangled gasp from your throat as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching you open, making sure you felt every inch of him.

Heeseung released your wrists, his hands sliding down to grip your waist before snaking around your stomach, pulling you flush against him.

His chest pressed firm against your back as he guided your hips to move with his thrusts, forcing you to take him even deeper.

“Do you love having my cock this deep?” he murmured, "do you love being bent over like a desperate little slut while I use you?”

“Yes, Hee! Yes! Yes!” You moaned, your voice breaking as tears streamed down your cheeks, dripping onto the countertop below.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening before one hand slid up to wrap around your throat. He tilted your head back, his lips brushing over your damp skin before his tongue flicked out, tasting your tears. Then he kissed you hard, his tongue shoving past your lips.

When he pulled away, his gaze dropped to your face, and his cock twitched at the sight—your mouth hanging open, your heart eyes glazed over with pleasure

"I just wanna see you shine, 'cause I know you are a stargirl"

“I love being your perfect little fucktoy, Hee,” you choked out, your eyes rolling back as the pressure around your throat tightened.

Heeseung watched every expression that flickered across your face—the way your brows knitted together, your lips parted, your lashes fluttering as you gasped for air. Your hands flew to his wrist, not to push him away, but to ground yourself, fingers trembling against his skin.

Then, with a low grunt, Heeseung pulled you up, his strength effortless. Your back arched against his chest, your feet no longer touching the floor, legs dangling as he held you up by the throat.

Your head lolled onto his shoulder, your mouth hanging open, your tongue slipping out as you went completely fucked out—limp in his hold, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.

“Fuck—” Heeseung groaned, his cock twitching at the sight, his hips snapping up harder, rutting into you like he couldn’t get enough. His breath was ragged against your ear, completely immersed in the way you looked.

“H-Hee, ahh—” you gasped, your voice breaking, nails digging into his wrist as he kept you suspended in his grip.

Heeseung barely heard you, too mesmerized by the sight in front of him—the two of you reflected in the dark, tinted window. The city lights outside barely illuminated the glass, but it was enough. Enough for him to see the way you glowed.

His perfect star.

Your body trembled in his grasp, skin damp with sweat, flushed and glistening. Your breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath, your nipples hard from the cool air and the intensity of his hold.

His cock throbbed at the sight, the way your body arched so beautifully, muscles quivering as he fucked into you mercilessly.

“Hee—Seung, ah… gonna cum,” you barely managed to whisper.

Heeseung groaned but didn’t slow down, his pace only growing rougher. His grip on your throat loosened before he let go entirely, his hands dropping to your thighs to spread your other leg as he focused on chasing his own release.

“Hold it,” he ordered, his breath ragged.

You whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders as his tip slammed against your g-spot over and over.

Your legs trembled violently, your walls tightening around him, dangerously close. “Can’t,” you gasped, shaking your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “Can’t—gonna cum—”

“Hold it,” he growled, his head tilting back as his eyes rolled, lost in the way you clenched around him.

Then, without warning, he pulled out.

A desperate sob left your lips as he dropped you to the ground, your legs barely holding you up before he grabbed you again, strong arms hooking under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly.

This time, you were facing him.

Your back slammed against the wall, his grip on your legs was tight, fingers digging into your flesh as he spread you open, his cock sliding back inside in one brutal thrust.

The new angle had you seeing stars.

“Heeseung—!” you gasped,he was deeper like this, impossibly deep, hitting that spot over and over, forcing every last coherent thought from your mind.

His lips found your breast, latching onto the sensitive skin, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over your hardened nipple in sync with every thrust.

The song in the background was fading, the last notes dissolving into the air, but it didn’t matter. Your moans filled the space now, replacing the music.

Heeseung smirked against your chest, his breath hot as he lifted his head slightly.

“Sing more for me, baby,” he murmured before he snapped his hips forward, his pace turning brutal.

Your body jolted against the wall, arms clinging desperately to his shoulders, you could barely form words—only gasps, whimpers, and broken moans of his name.

“That’s it,” he groaned, watching your face contort in pleasure, completely fucked out. His grip on your thighs tightened, spreading you even wider, letting him sink deeper, hitting your sweet spot so perfectly you thought you might break.

“You take it so well,” he panted, biting down on your bottom lip before kissing you hard, swallowing every sound you made.

The way his stomach ground against your clit making it impossible to hold back. Your fingers found his hair, tangling in the strands, pulling him impossibly closer.

Your orgasm tore through you violently, your body arching against the wall as you keened, your pussy clamping down around his cock so tight it ripped a deep groan from his throat.

“Fuck—” Heeseung hissed against your lips, his rhythm faltering for the first time as he felt you milking him, your walls fluttering around him like you never want to let go.

His grip on your thighs bruised as he held you still, fucking you through your high, prolonging every delicious aftershock.

Your eyes unfocused, lips swollen, body limp in his arms. Heeseung cursed, barely holding himself together, the way you clenched around him sending him dangerously close to the edge.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned, forehead pressed against yours, his breath ragged. “Gonna fill you up—make sure you’re dripping with me.”

You gasped, body trembling from the overstimulation as he kept fucking into you, relentless. Your walls were still sensitive from your last orgasm.

“C-Cum, Hee,” you whimpered. Your body was burning, and Heeseung only made it worse, his pace unyielding. Your head spun, the kitchen lights blurring into a dizzy haze.

He chuckled breathlessly, his lips brushing over yours. “I’m so close, baby,” he panted, voice strained with pleasure. “You can cum again for me, right?”

You shook your head, whining, trying to squirm away as his hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles.

“Hee—n-no, I can’t—” you sobbed, legs shaking in his grip, but he just groaned, ignoring your protests, his cock twitching inside you as he felt you tightening again.

“Yes, you can,” he rasped. “C’mon, my stargirl. One more. Let me feel you.”

Your scream tore through the air as the burning sensation coiled unbearably tight, heat pooling in your stomach, rising too fast. Your body convulsed, your walls squeezing him in a vice-like grip, dragging him to the brink along with you.

“Fuck—” Heeseung gasped, his rhythm stuttering as your pussy clenched hard around him, refusing to let go.

Your mind blacked out as a sudden rush of liquid gushed from your cunt, soaking his abdomen, drenching his cock. It left you shaking, breathless, your body trembling violently in his arms.

“Shit—baby,” Heeseung groaned as he buried himself deep, spilling inside you, hot and thick, mixing with the mess between your thighs.

His high-pitched moans filled your ears as he fucked his cum deeper, his hips rolling lazily even as his body shuddered from the aftershocks.

Your body was completely spent, limp in his arms, head falling onto his shoulder as your breath came in shallow, uneven pants. Heeseung groaned softly, still sensitive, but he held you close, his arms secure around you as he carried you effortlessly to the couch in the living room.

He lowered you onto the cushions with care, watching as you sprawled out beneath him.

Heeseung pulled out slowly, groaning at the sight of his cum spilling from your ruined pussy, dripping onto the fabric beneath you.

His gaze traveled upward, drinking you in.

Your eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath. Your chest rose and fell heavily, your body completely dazed.