ᯓ 𝓦hen 𝓗eeseung ignores you at the 𝓒lub, you let another man buy you 𝓓rinks, but heeseung's been 𝓦atching the whole time, and he 𝓓rags you home to remind you 𝓔xactly who you belong 𝓣o.
⸝⸝ warnings: 𝓡ough sex, fingering, 𝓞ral, orgasm denial, 𝓗air pulling (brief), 𝓜ultiple orgasm, overstimulation, possessiveness, 𝓟et names (baby, pretty, good girl), 𝓕riend with benefits 𝓓ynamic. lmk if i missed any
The bass vibrated through the floor and went straight up to your spine. It was the only thing connecting you to the ground, the thrum of the club, the press of bodies, the taste of overpriced vodka on your tongue. Because he was here, and he acted like you completely didn’t exist.
Heeseung lounged in the back of the VIP section’s plush seating, long legs spread, drink held casually in his hand. His friends flanked him — jay laughing at something, jake nodding along, but heeseung wasn’t really there. His gaze lazily roamed the room. Purposefully not looking at you.
Fine. Two can play that game.
It had been four months since you started this routine. Friends with benefits, he had called it that first night, breath hot against your neck, hands already under your shirt. No strings. Just fun. And you had gone along with it, come on, you weren’t a fool.
Except that heeseung made it difficult to walk out on him. The way he fucks you — thorough, patient, cruel in the best way, had rewired your brain. And what’s worse? He knew it. That cocky smirk every time you came back for more. “Missed me?”
Tonight was supposed to be casual. He had invited you out with his circle of friends. “Come through. Dress nice” And you had, because you wanted to look good. And you wanted him to suffer.
He wasn’t suffering at all, he was totally ignoring you. Which drove you nuts.
So when a man came up to you — tall, decent jawline, clearly drunk enough to be bold, you didn’t brush him off. You turned, smiled slow, and let him buy you a drink.
“Im mark” he shouted over the music.
“Nice meeting you, mark” you replied, taking the drink. Patrón. Not even good tequila. But you sipped it anyway, tilting your head, allowing your eyes to drift to the VIP booth.
Heeseung was watching now.
Mark leaned in closer. “You here alone?”
“No” your gaze flicked back to heeseung. He raised his drink to his lips — slow, deliberate. That tiny smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Not jealous. Amused.
“My friends are over there” you said, gesturing vaguely “But they are boring tonight”
Mark grinned, clearly misreading “I can be fun”
Another drink by your hand — something darker, smokier. You didn’t even hear what he’d ordered. You just drank, laughed at his lame jokes, touched his arm like you meant it. All while watching heeseung over mark’s shoulder.
He didn’t move. Same position, same arrogant confidence. But now his head was tilted, watching you perform like it was his favorite show. And then, slowly, he mouthed two words:
Heat flooded your cheeks. Not embarrassment — fury.
“Another?” Mark offered, holding up two fingers to the bartender.
“Make it a 42” you said, because if you were going to play, you were sure as hell going to play hard. Don Julio 1942, the good shit. The kind of tequila that meant business.
You knocked it back, letting the warm hit your insides. You put down the glass, leaned into mark’s space, and said “Thanks for the drinks, you’re very… generous”
His hand landed on your waist “I can be more than that”
But before you could answer, before you could even decide how far to push this, a shadow fell over both of you. Warm. Familiar. Smelling like expensive cologne and sin.
“Baby” Heeseung’s voice was low, smooth, right against your ear. His hand wrapped around your waist from behind, possessive and casual. “You’re being rude, you haven’t introduced me to your friend”
Mark’s hand dropped like he’d been burned.
You turned your head, glared up at heeseung. He was looking down at you with something dark in his eyes — not anger, not jealousy. Certainly.
“She’s fine” Mark said, irritated by the interruption “We were—“
“She’s mine” Heeseung cuts. Not loud. Just final. His grip on your waist tightened. “Thanks for the drinks tho. Real generous of you”
Mark retreated. Smart man.
You shoved heeseung’s chest. “What the fuck??”
He didn’t move. Just looked at you, that annoying smirk still in place “You done playing?”
“Mhm” His thumb traced a circle on your hip, right where the dress ended. “You let him buy you three drinks. You laughed at his jokes, which I can tell weren’t funny. Touched his arm several times” His eyes dropped to your lips “Thought I wouldn’t notice?”
“Just paying attention” He leaned in, mouth brushing your ear “You wanted me to watch, so i watched. And now Im taking you home to remind you why you don’t need to pull that shit”
Your heart slammed against your ribs. “I don’t need a reminder”
“Yeah?” He pulled back, eyebrows raised “Then why’d you do all of that?”
He was right. You did it because you knew he would notice.
“You’re an asshole” you said.
“And you’re wet” He said it like a fact. “Now lets go”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just grabbed your hand, pulled you past his friends with a quick “We’re leaving” and towed you toward the exit.
And you went. Because you were turned on, because your body had never learned how to say no to him.
By the time he pulled into the parking garage, you were vibrating with a mix of anger and want. You didn’t know which one would win.
He parked. Cut the engine. Turned to look at you.
“You gonna behave?” He asked.
He got out, reached to your side and opened the door, you didn’t move. He leaned down. Unbuckled your seatbelt himself, lifted you out of the car like you weighed nothing.
“Put me the fuck down heeseung!”
“Nah” He carried you to the elevator, pressed the button, pinned you against the wall. His hips pressed against yours, and you could feel him, half hard already — thick through his jeans. “You wanted my attention. You got it.”
The elevator doors opened. He carried you down the hall, fumbled for his keys and kicked the door open.
And then you were inside. His apartment. His territory. His rules.
He let you down just long enough to lock the door. Then his hands were on you, gripping your waist, pushing you backward until your spine hit the wall.
“Lets get one thing straight” He said, voice low. “You can have all the attitude you want out here. In here?” His fingers hooked into the hem of your dress, pulling it up. “You’re mine, and you’re gonna admit it before Im done with you”
He smirked. Slow. Dangerous. “We’ll see”
He kissed you like he was proving a point. Hard. Deep. Tongue touching yours, teeth grazing yout bottom lip until you gasped. His hands were everywhere — your ass, your tits through the sheer material of your dress, the back of your neck holding you exactly where he wanted you.
You clawed at his shirt, trying to regain some control. He lets you pull it over his head, revealing the lean muscles of his chest. Then he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head, breaking the kiss.
He didn’t answer. Just dropped to his knees.
He pushed your dress up to your waist, fingers hooked into your panties, pulling them down your legs slow enough to make you shiver. Then he looked up at you, eyes dark, lips parted, and lowered his mouth to your cunt.
No warning. No teasing. Just his tongue glat against your clit, eating you out like he was starving.
“Oh fuck—“ your head smacked the wall. Your hands stayed up because you couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could only feel.
He groaned against you, sending vibrations straight to your spine. His hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for him. He licked you like he had all night, broad strokes, quick flicks, dipping inside you just to taste.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmured against your cunt. “Was it him ? Or was it me?”
He sucked your clit into his mouth, hard, making your knees buckle. He held you up, didn’t stop. Two fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling against that spot that makes you see stars.
“Answer me” he said, pulling back just enough to speak. His fingers kept moving, fingering you slow and deep. “Who made you this wet?”
“You” you gasped “Fuck, heeseung—you—“
He went back to your clit, and this time he was merciless. His tongue worked your clit while his fingers pumped in and out — curling, spreading, finding every place that made you moan. You were close, so close, your thighs shaking, your hips grinding against his face desperately, chasing your release.
He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. “You don’t get to cum yet, pretty”
“I know” He grabbed your wrist, pulled you toward the bedroom. “You can hate me on your knees”
He sat on the edge of the bed, jeans still on, bulge straining against the zipper. You stood in front of him, dress bunched at your waist, panties gone, wondering how things gout out of your hands.
“On your knees” he said, not a request.
You dropped. Slowly. Staring up at him the whole time.
“Mhm, there she is” he reached down, cupped your chin, stroked his thumb against your bottom lip. “Open”
You turned your head. “Make me”
His eyes flashed. He grabbed a fistful of your hair— not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to mean it — and guided your mouth to his zipper. “You wanna be a brat? Fine. But you’re gonna suck my dick either way. Your choice how long it takes, baby.”
You glared at him. He raised an eyebrow while smirking.
You unzipped his jeans, pulling him out — and he was so hard, thick, leaking, exactly the size that split you open every time.
You licked the tip, just to be difficult. Then swirled your tongue slow. Watching his jaw clench.
You took him deeper. Not all the way yet — just enough to hear him breathe heavier. Your hand wrapped around the base, pumping in time with your mouth, and you set a rhythm that was yours. Slow. Teasing. Pulling back every time he got close to the back of your throat.
“Jesus—” he muttered. His hand tightened in your hair. “You love this, don’t you? Love having your mouth full of me”
You hummed in response — and the vibration made his hips jerk.
“That’s it.” He started guiding your head, setting a faster pace. “Take it. All of it.”
You let him guide you. Relaxed your throat, allow him to push deeper, tears streamed down your cheeks. You gagged once, twice — and he groaned like it was the best sound he’d ever heard.
You looked up. Eyes red. Mascara smudged, his cock in your mouth. His gaze went down to you, looking at you like you were something precious and filthy.
“Good fucking girl.” He breathed. “Now swallow”
He came right down your throat, before you could ever decide whether to obey. Hot. Thick. Pulsing. You swallowed, because you had no choice, because his hand held you there, because your body obeyed him even when your brain screamed.
He pulled out slowly, wiping your chin with his thumb — kissing you. Deep. Dirty. Tasting yourself and him mixed together.
“On the bed” He said. “Face down. Ass up.”
You crawled onto the bed, legs barely holding you. Positioned yourself like he wanted, cheek against the sheets, hips tilted, ass in the air.
You felt him climbing behind you — head of his cock pressed against your entrance, still slick from your mouth. He teased you, just the tip, just enough to make you push back.
He pushed in. All the way. One slow brutal thrust that filled you so completely you couldn’t breathe.
“Thats not begging” He pulled out — slammed back in. “Thats my name. Try again”
Your fingers twisted in the sheets. He was so deep in you, hitting places that made your vision blur. Each thrust punched a sound out of you — whimpers, moans, words you didn’t even mean so say.
“Please heeseung—fuck me harder—”
He laughed. Actually laughed. Then grabbed your hips and did exactly what you asked him to.
The sound— skin slapping, your moans, his grunts, filled the room. He fucked you like he owned you.
“Fuck, Im gonna—Im gonna cum—“
He pulled out. You sobbed.
He flipped you over. Settled between your legs, pushed your knees up to your chest — and slid back inside you in one motion. This position was worse, or better, because you had to look at him. Had to see his annoying face, his dark eyes, his sweaty hair falling perfectly into his forehead.
“You wanted to piss me off tonight” he said, thrusting slow and deep. “Thought some random dude could make me jealous”
You tried to glare, but your eyes kept rolling back. “It worked.”
“It didn’t” He leaned down, lips brushing yours. “Because I know you. I know this body.” His hand slid down, thumb finding your clit. “I know exactly how to make you fall apart”
He pressed down on your clit in tight circles — and your back arched off the bed.
“I know you cum the fastest when Im deep like this.” He thrust harder.
“I know your body better than you do.” His pace quickened. “And I know how to do you right.”
You were so close. So fucking close. But he slowed down again — cruel, deliberate,ade you wanna kill him.
“Say it” he said “Say your body belongs to me.”
You could feel him inside you, thick and unmoving. Your hip buckled, trying to get friction, but he held you down with one hand on your pelvis.
“Say it.” He repeated. “Or we stop. Right now”
You stared at him. He stared back. And you knew in your bones, in your soaked cunt, in your racing heart, that he meant it. He’d pull out, walk away, leave you aching.
“You’re such an asshole.” You whispered.
“I know” He kissed your forehead — soft and tender. Completely at odds with the sick buried deep inside you. “Now say it.”
Your pride burned. But your body burned hotter.
“Yours” you gasped “My body—it’s yours, heeseung, please just move—”
He smirked. And then he moved.
He fucked you good through three orgasms. The first one hit when he started moving again—hard, fast, his thumb circling on your clit. You screamed—clamped down around him, and he didn’t slow don. The second one came when you were still shaking from the first. So intense—your vision went black at the edges. You tried to push him away, but he pinned your wrists above your head.
“Don’t.” He growled “You started this. You finish it.”
The third one was different. Slower. Deeper. He pulled you up so you were sitting in his lap—facing him, arms around his neck. He held you close, buried his face in your shoulder, and fucked you—rolling his hips making your toes curl.
“Cum for me one more time” he whispered against your skin. “Then I’ll come inside you. And we’re done.”
You couldn’t. You had nothing left. You were overstimulated, oversensitive, every nerve in you ending raw.
And then he bit your shoulder—just hard enough, and you shattered.
He followed right after—groaning your name, filling you up, holding you so tightly.
You collapsed together. Sweaty bodies, heavy breaths. Your body hummed, you couldn’t feel your legs.
Heeseung pulled out gently—and disappeared for moment. Came back with a warm washcloth, cleaned you up like it was nothing. Like you hadn’t just try to destroy each other.
Then he climbed back into the bed and pulled you against his chest.
“I hate you.” You mumbled against his chest.
“I know damn well” he kissed the top of your head.
A minute passed. Maybe ten. You were drifting , half asleep, completely wrecked.
Then he spoke again. Voice soft and smug.
“Next time you want my attention, just say so”
You punched his chest lightly. He laughed. Warm and bright. Holding you tighter.
Guess your little show worked after all.
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