bree

Jerking him off that he can't handle it.

in which heeseung teaches you how to ride him ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

cw: unprotected sex, riding, explicit language, mentions of oral (f. rec), dacryphilia . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ wc: 365 — requested 𑣲⋆

heeseung swiftly gets up from his knees, bringing his fingers covered in your fluids past his lips to lick them clean. he lays a small kiss onto your cheek before settling upright on your shared bed, gesturing you to sit on top of him.

you hesitantly make your way on top of him, ‘don’t worry baby, i’ll help you’ he lets out a smile before guiding your hips to settle right on top of his hardness. a whimper escapes your mouth as your bare heat comes in contact with his jeans, you quickly help him take them off and align his length right between your legs. his hands never leave your waist, ‘ready?’ all you can do is nod your head in response, legs already trembling from his fingers.

he crashes his lips onto yours, tongue making its way past your lips as you sink down onto him. a long moan leaves your mouth before he quickly swallows it with his own mouth. you felt him all up in your organs, you felt so full your brain felt like it was melting from all the stimulation. you two stay like that for a minute, him letting you adjust to his size.

‘fuck- baby i can’t wait anymore’ heeseung finally starts moving your hips, guiding you to ride him. an occasional groan escapes his mouth as you squeeze him. the obscene sounds of wetness spreads throughout the room, the pleasure becomes too much for you. it didn’t take long for your eyes to start overflowing, his own eyes meet your glossy ones.

‘don’t cry- baby- shit’ he’s dangerously close, he latches his mouth onto your aching nipple while his free hand makes its way between your thighs. the triple stimulation throws you over the edge, instantly coming undone over him. he leaves one last kiss onto the side of your neck before releasing hot spurts of cum inside of you, filling you up as much as he could. you crash your head onto his shoulder, body becoming limp.

he lets his own hand glide up your bare spine to intertwine with your hair, both of your chest rising from your climaxes. ‘good girl’ he says breathlessly.