!!pairings - fuckboy!heeseung x slut!femreader
!!content + warning - recording, recreating videos, sucking, oral sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), doggy style, noona kink, porn mentions, pure smut, semi public sex, good boy kink, praise kink, mommy kink, heeseung’s a bit of a switch,
!!synopsis - you’re at a sleepover and you had a dream about sex so, you went on porn hub and touched yourself not knowing someone was watching you.
word count - 2.4k (estimated)
you’re 20 and heeseung is 18
missyangkim’s note - sorry guys i couldn’t find any time to write because i’ve been busy sorry again<3 please enjoy and also heavily inspired by others^^ also not proof read #FUCKMEHARDERDADA
“fuckkk you grip me so tight mommy~” heeseung moans, gripping your hair. you tilt your head back in satisfaction with his fingers burrowed deep into your already-swollen pussy.
“like my fingers?- they’re so deep in you,” heeseung teases while increasing the speed to make you reach your first orgasm.
“nghh- heeseung harder, harder!” you moan with tears of cum dripping down your thick thighs. your hands slide up and down smoothly and aggressively on his hardened cock. his cock twitches for every time you stroke his lump.
“mommy, i’m gonna cum so hard~”
“where do you want it? in your mouth? in your pussy?”
you don’t waste anytime, slowly pressing your mouth against his tip and giving him a teasing lick that left some saliva behind. you grip his cock and start taking him in inch by inch into your mouth. the sweet and saltiness of his cum makes you close your eyes in pleasure. he is now balls-deep into your mouth.
“mommy, can i cum again?” heeseung questions looking down at your head, taking him so well like a good girl.
“no, you can’t cum until i cum,” you state, swirling your tongue around his stiff cock. he let out a groan in frustration feeling annoyed at your response. now, his fingers start pumping you faster and faster until you reach your second orgasm.
“mhm fuck me harder,” you command him, making him cum in your mouth. the warm streams of cum slide down your throat with ease.
“oh mommy, mommy, oh mommy~” heeseung starts moaning and minutes later, he starts crying because you wont stop edging him, not letting your good boy cum.
“mommy let me in control for once,” he whines, thrusting his hips against your skilful hands.
“awh do you not want mommy in control anymore?” you tease, placing your entrance against his, slowly rubbing your clit with his thumb.
as you are about to enter him, you suddenly woke up. it’s just a dream, it’s just a dream. you keep repeating that. disappointment fills your filthy mind at the sound of snores that fills the calm room, and the sound of your heavy unstable breathing. you glare around the living room, scanning for heeseung and there he is, sleeping right next to you, his body almost pressing against yours. you try to brush it off still feeling horny however, it was too much to handle. the feeling of heeseungs hot breath against your neck, him wearing a blank tank top, and especially the smell of his cologne right next to you. you felt too needy. way too needy.
you start patting your hands all over your mattress, that you’re sharing with heeseung, trying to find your phone. after a couple more pats, you find your phone opening it and immediately lowering the brightness. you can barely see anything making you squint every three seconds. entering the password, you came up with an amazing yet dangerous idea. go on the porn hub. voices circle you head giving you dirty ideas.
after minutes of debating, you decide to go on porn hub. you click on the first video you see and it reminds you of your sex dream with heeseung and oh boy, you were already forming a pool under your loose grey shorts. the sounds of porn and snoring fills your mind, making you feel all sorts of different emotions. despite having a lot on your mind, it still doesn’t beat how horny you feel. trying contain yourself, your hands soon makes its way down the waistline of your underwear and you start touching yourself whilst watching a video of two people having sex doggy style wishing it was you and heeseung one day. the blue light illuminates the curve of heeseung’s cheekbone from behind, the dip of his collarbone where his shirt had slips sideways. bad idea. your thumb swipes mindlessly until the screen flickers to more porn videos you had saved from ages ago, the sound muted but the movement unmistakable. two bodies, tangled, the woman arching into the man’s touch just like you imagined heeseung’s fingers on you in the dream. your breath hitches.
the thing about heeseung was that he sleeps like the dead. arms sprawled, mouth slightly open, one leg kicked halfway off the shared mattress like he owned it which, in his mind, he probably did. you have known him long enough to recognize the way how he takes up space without apology, the way his presence filled a room even when he isn’t trying. right now, though, he isn’t filling anything except the silence with his slow, even breathing, and you were painfully aware of every inch of space between your bodies.
earlier, it had been fine. the sleepover was normal, laughing too loud over bad horror movies, someone’s elbow jabbing your ribs during a jump scare, the inevitable crash of everyone passing out wherever they landed. but then you have woken up sweating, heart pounding, with the ghost of heeseung’s hands still lingering on your skin from the dream you shouldn’t have had. the kind of dream that left your thighs pressed together under the blanket, your breath shallow. the kind you couldn’t shake.
clara is already asleep beside izzy on the pull-out sofa, one arm flinging over her face like she’s trying to ward off morning even though it’s barely past midnight. jake and sunghoon are tangled in a heap of limbs on the other end, their snores almost rhythmic. the air smells like pizza grease and the faintest hint of peach body spray, and you’re hyper aware of every shift in the blankets between you and heeseung.
you don’t mean to look at him. really. but your hand drifts under the covers before you can stop it, fingertips brushing the hem of your sleep shorts again. the dream lingers, heeseung’s voice, low and teasing, the way his hands had felt imaginary but so real. your phone is facing up on the mattress, still warm from where you’d slammed it onto the mattress moments ago. you bite your lip, thumb hovering over the screen. one tap. one peek. just to—
"caught you," heeseung murmurs, his knee bumping yours under the blanket. his smirk is barely visible in the dark, but you feel it like a brand. your pulse stutters. he nudges your phone with his pinky, tilting it toward him. the screen lights up, casting a pale glow over his face over the ongoing video, over your trembling fingers still tucked between your thighs. "this what you were dreaming about earlier? you kept squirming."
you should lie, you really should. you should shove the phone under the pillow and pretend you’re scandalized. instead, you exhale shakily and whisper, "you were in it." his eyes darken. the admission hangs between you, thick as the heat pooling low in your stomach. heeseung licks his lips, slow, deliberate, and your breath catches when his hand slides over yours beneath the blanket, pressing your fingers harder against yourself. "show me," he says, voice rough. "show me what you wanted me to do."
his fingers curl around your wrist, guiding your hand back to your phone. the screen stays dim, heeseung knows how to keep a secret, but your thumb unlocks it with a tap, the video resuming with a muted gasp. you watch his gaze flicker down, tracking the way the man on screen pins the woman’s hips to the mattress, his mouth dragging along her throat as she arches into him. “that?” heeseung breathes, and his knee nudges yours wider beneath the blanket. “you want me to fuck you like that noona~? fuck, i love how risky you are.”
you nod, biting your lip hard enough to sting. heeseung exhales through his nose, a sharp, amused sound, and then his hand is sliding under the waistband of your shorts, fingertips brushing the damp fabric beneath. “you’re already wet,” he murmurs, and the words aren’t teasing, they’re reverent, like he’s discovered something sacred. you whimper when his fingers press harder, the heel of his palm grinding against you in slow circles. “gonna be good for me noona~?”
the question unravels you. you’ve never heard him sound like this, half command, half plea and it’s enough to make your hips jerk against his hand. “who’s going to be a good boy for mommy~?” you whisper back, testing the words on your tongue. heeseung’s breath hitches. his fingers still, just for a second, and then he’s dragging your shorts down your thighs, his other hand clamping over your mouth before you can gasp.
his palm muffles your moan as he hooks your leg over his hip, his fingers sinking into you with a practiced ease that makes your toes curl. the blanket shifts, pooling at your waist, and you can feel the cool air against your flushed skin. the sharp contrast to the heat of his body pressing you into the mattress. heeseung’s mouth finds your ear, his breath ragged. “noona~ talk like that again,” he murmurs, voice thick, “and I’ll make you regret it.” but the way his hips stutter against your thigh betrays him. he “wants”to regret it.
you arch when his fingers curl inside you, the heel of his hand grinding against your clit in time with the slow, filthy rhythm of his thrusts. the video on your phone is forgotten, screen down now, but you don’t need it because heeseung’s recreating every second perfectly, his breath hot against your neck as he murmurs, “this what you wanted noona~? me fucking you while they’re right there?” his hips snap forward, the thick ridge of his cock dragging against your thigh, and you choke back a whimper when his thumb circles faster. “bet you’d scream if I let you mommy~”
you bite his palm where it’s still pressed over your mouth, teeth sinking in just enough to make him hiss. his fingers twitch inside you, and you can’t help the way your hips jerk desperate, greedy, chasing the pressure. heeseung laughs, low and breathless, and his thumb swipes over your clit in a way that makes your vision blur. “you’re so fucking loud,” he murmurs, lips dragging along your jaw. “and you haven’t even felt me yet.”
the words unravel something hot and twisted in your stomach. you’re not sure if it’s the way his fingers crook just right inside you or the way his voice cracks around the edges like he’s barely holding himself together but you melt into the mattress, thighs trembling. his fingers slip free, slick and shining in the dim light, and he brings them to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste you. the groan he lets out is obscene, and your stomach tightens when he whispers, “fuck mommy, you taste so fucking good.”
heeseung shifts above you, one hand fumbling between you to undo his sweatpants. the fabric rasps against your bare thighs, and then his cock is pressing against you, hot and heavy, the tip dragging through the mess he’s made of you. you whimper, hips lifting, and he clamps his hand back over your mouth just as he sinks into you with a single, brutal thrust. the stretch burns because he’s bigger than you imagined and you dig your nails into his wrist, breath coming in ragged pants against his palm.
“fuck,” he gasps, forehead dropping to yours, his whole body shuddering. “noona—fuck—” he doesn’t finish the sentence. instead, his hips snap forward again, burying himself to the hilt, and you can feel the way his thighs tremble against yours. he’s trying to hold back. trying to be quiet. but his breath is already ragged, his grip on your hip bruising. you can tell he’s close, too close and the realization makes your stomach flip.
his hips stutter once, twice and you feel him pulse inside you, hot and sudden, his breath catching in his throat like a choked-off moan. his forehead presses harder against yours, his eyelashes fluttering against your skin, and for a second, neither of you move. then heeseung exhales, shaky and slow, and his thumb brushes your lower lip where it’s still trapped beneath his palm. “fuck,” he whispers again, voice raw, and this time it’s not a curse—it’s worship.
you shift beneath him, thighs trembling, and his cock twitches inside you, still half-hard. heeseung groans, low and punched-out, and his fingers tighten on your hip. “dont even think about it,” he breathes, teeth gritted. “i’ll fucking cum on you face if you keep doing this shit.” but his hips grind forward anyway, the drag of him inside you sending sparks up your spine. you bite down on his palm again, muffling your gasp, and his breath hitches when your walls flutter around him. “oh my, you’re so fucking tight mommy,” he mutters, “you’re gonna kill me.”
the pull-out sofa creaks, clara rolling over and heeseung freezes, his whole body going rigid above you. his grip on your mouth tightens instinctively, and you can feel his heartbeat where your thighs press together, wild and unsteady. For a long, terrifying second, neither of you breathe. then clara sighs, mumbling something into her pillow, and the tension in heeseung’s shoulders eases just enough for him to glance down at you, his eyes dark with something between panic and want. “you okay?” he mouths, barely a sound.
you nod, arching your hips just enough to feel him twitch inside you again, and his lips part on a silent gasp. his fingers flex against your skin, like he can’t decide whether to pull away or press closer, and you tilt your head just enough to lick his palm, slow, deliberate. his breath stutters. “fuck~,” he breathes again, and this time it’s a plea. his hips roll forward, shallow and hesitant, and your toes curl at the way his cock drags against your walls, still sensitive from his first release. “you’re gonna make me—”
your clamp your thighs around his hips before he can finish, dragging him deeper, and his forehead drops to yours with a shaky exhale. his fingers tighten in your hair, pulling just enough to sting, and you can feel the way his control unravels, his thrusts turning jerky, uneven. “you’re-” he swallows hard, his voice cracking. “you’re so fucking perfect,” his hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s spilling into you again with a muffled groan, his whole body shuddering.
for a long moment, neither of you move. then heeseung exhales, slow and unsteady, and his grip on your mouth loosens. his thumb brushes your lower lip, gentle now, and you blink up at him, dazed. “hey,” he murmurs, voice rough. his other hand slides from your hip to your lower back, pulling you closer, and you melt into him with a quiet sigh. his fingers trace idle circles on your skin, feather-light, and you shiver when his lips brush your forehead. “you good noona?”
you nod, tucking your face into the crook of his neck, and his arms tighten around you. his heartbeat is steady under your ear now, slow and strong, and you can feel the way his breath evens out against your hair. he shifts just enough to tug the blanket back over your shoulders, his touch careful, almost reverent, and you press closer, suddenly aware of the sticky mess between your thighs. heeseung hums, low and satisfied, and his fingers card through your hair, smoothing the tangles away with a patience you didn’t know he had.
“stay,” he murmurs when you stir, his voice sleep-soft. his arm loops around your waist, holding you in place, and you can’t help the way your chest warms at the word, at the way his nose nudges against your temple, like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you. the others’ snores fill the room, steady and oblivious, and you close your eyes, letting heeseung’s heartbeat lull you into something like peace. his fingers trace lazy patterns on your spine, slow and soothing, and when you finally drift off, it’s to the sound of his breath mingling with yours, quiet, content, perfectly in sync.
you wake to sunlight filtering through the curtains and the smell of coffee brewing somewhere in the kitchen. heeseung’s arm is still draping over your waist, his fingers tangled loosely in the hem of your shirt, and when you shift, he groans, pulling you closer. “too early,” he mumbles into your hair, voice thick with sleep, and you smile, turning to face him. his eyes are still closed, lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, and you reach up, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. he leans into your touch with a quiet sigh, his lips curving into something soft and unguarded.
clara’s voice drifts in from the kitchen, sharp and teasing, and heeseung’s eyes flutter open, bleary but warm. “you okay noona?,” he questions again, quieter this time, and his thumb strokes your cheekbone, lingering. there’s something in his gaze, something tender, almost awed and you swallow, suddenly breathless. he doesn’t say anything else. he doesn’t have to. yhe way his fingers lace through yours says it all.
the others burst into the living room then, laughing and shoving at each other because they knew you two already had something secret going on, and heeseung’s expression shutters just for a second before he grins, easy and practiced. but when jake tosses a pillow at his head, heeseung catches it one handed, his other arm still curled around your shoulders, anchoring you to him. and when clara raises an eyebrow, her gaze flicking between you two, heeseung just smirks, pulling you closer. “hm, have anything to say?” he says, all innocence, and you bite your lip, hiding your smile in his shoulder.
later, when the others are distracted, heeseung presses a kiss to your temple quickly, almost shy and his fingers brush yours under the table. “tonight,” he murmurs, so low you almost miss it, and your stomach flips. you nod, squeezing his hand, and when he smiles, it’s slow and knowing, like he’s already counting the hours.
the day passes in a blur, pancakes eaten straight from the pan, izzy’s terrible karaoke, jake and sunghoon’s impromptu wrestling match and by the time night falls, you’re exhausted, sprawled across the couch with your head in heeseung’s lap. his fingers trail through your hair, gentle and absent, and when clara yawns, stretching, he glances down at you, his gaze soft. “bed?” he asks, and you nod, letting him pull you to your feet.
the others are already asleep when he tugs you into the bathroom, his hands sliding under your shirt, warm and familiar. “did i do well last night noona?” he murmurs against your lips, and you nod, tangling your fingers in his hair. he kisses you then, slow and deep, and when he pulls away, his eyes are dark with something unspoken. “let me take care of you,” he says, and his voice is rough, raw, like the words are being torn from him.
you let him. you let him peel your clothes away, let him press you against the cool tile, let him wash you with hands that tremble just a little. and when he wraps you in his hoodie, soft and smelling like him. you melt into his arms, boneless and sated. he carries you back to the mattress, his grip sure and steady, and when he tucks you against his chest, his heartbeat is loud in your ear. “sleep well noona~,” he whispers, his lips brushing your forehead, and you do.
