๐ด๐บ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ด๐ช๐ด: ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐บ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ, ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ช๐ด ๐ข ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ณ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ. ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ค๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ด ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ช๐ญ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ถ๐ฑ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ.
tennisplayer!heeseung x fem!reader | ๐ธ๐ค: 1.7๐ฌ
๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต /๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด: ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ช, ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฎ!๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ต๐ฆ๐ข๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ข๐ช๐ด๐ฆ, ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐จ๐ณ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด (๐ฃ๐ข๐ฃ๐บ, ๐จ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ช๐ณ๐ญ), ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ฐ๐ณ๐จ๐ข๐ด๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ข๐ญ, ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ (๐ฎ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ), ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น (๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด!), ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ณ๐บ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ข. ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ง ๐ช ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ! ๐ใ
คื ๐๐
โซ โ ๏พ.๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐บ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ: ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ - ๐๐ณ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ข๐ด
you could tell by the way heeseung was staring down the other player, that he was pissed. really, really pissed.
the way his grip on the racket turned his knuckles paler than snow, and how his nostrils flared after every point scored. and how, as the game progressed, his glances to you became more frequent and, even, more frantic. as if he was trying to remind himself he just had to push a little more.
despite his intimidating demeanour, you couldn't have loved the sight more. his angry self turned you on even more, and it hypnotized the crowd as well. everyone seemed to lean in closer, more on edge.
and that was exactly what heeseung wanted.
every now and then, after acing his opponent, he'd look straight at the camera and flash a grin, capturing whatever hearts hadn't already fallen for him. reminding the crowd who the centre of attention was in this game.
then it happened. a point heeseung made that the other player insisted was out. your eyes darted to the screen replaying the point, but even that was hard to tell.
as the player went back and forth with the umpire, heeseung approached. "it was in." he insisted, though it was barely audible.
immediately, the player made a retort that made heeseung's eyebrows shoot up. his eyes narrowed to slits, the umpire's intrusion stopping him or the player from escalating the situation further. but as heeseung walked back, his gaze flickered to you, taking you in for what seemed like an eternity.
except this time, there was no reassurance to be found. his body was rigid, and something had shifted.
what was supposed to be a quick match turned into a best-of-five, and every set felt like a layer of tension added. heeseung's movements became more aggressive than before, his focus appearing to be more than just winning.
by the final match, the crowd was hovering over their seats. on the upside, it was clear whose game this was. after all, whenever heeseung stepped onto the court, he always dominated.
but looking closer, you could see the prominent veins on his temple and forearms, how if he needed to play even one more point he would've snapped.
as you and the crowd gave a standing ovation, heeseung neared the net and extended his hand, to which the other player shot him a disgusted look as he reluctantly shook hands.
the post-match interview seemed to drag on. and though heeseung's body language throughout the match implied he had nothing nice to say about his opponent, he made sure to appear as though it was just any other round before.
"it was an engaging match"
"he had good sportsmanship"
"i enjoyed my time on court today"
the last comment had you lifting your head, and heeseung's eyes had already drifted to you. his blond hair sleek with sweat sticking to his forehead, knuckles still white and squeezing the racket handle, smirking your way.
you blinked back at him, your friend's comments of the match unregistered. and as his eyes held yours, the interviewer asked, "and do you have any post-match rituals you'd like to share, heeseung?"
"mmm," heeseung pretended to think, his focus fluctuating between you and the interviewer. "i do, but none are particularly suitable to share at the moment." he finished with the golden boy smile everyone adored.
"i see," the interviewer smiled back and turned to face the camera. "heeseung lee, ladies and gentlemen. what a fine match today!"
but you weren't paying attention to anything else anymore. even as the stadium slowly began to empty out, your feet stayed planted where they were.
"uh, yn?" your friend waved her hand in front of your face. "earth to yn?"
you shook your head and finally looked at her. "sorry, what were you saying?"
she just sighed, continuing her rambling as heeseung approached you.
his hand slithered around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, a silent command. hesitantly, you bid your goodbyes to your friend as the two of you made your way to the exit.
the car ride felt unbearable. you had offered to drive, but you could tell that heeseung was still seething from today. his hand on your thigh gave little comfort, only ensuring his intentions.
the moment your room door shut, heeseung turned to you slowly.
"today was..." he closed his eyes exasperated. "such a long day, yn.
"will you be good for me and let me use your mouth?"
your breathing hitched, but you nodded.
you wasted no time shedding your clothes until you were left in only your matching black lace bra and panties. the one heeseung bought you a few months ago.
his eyes scanned your body, taking you hungrily. he stalked towards you like a predator. "you wore this for me, hmm?"
"yes," you breathed, heat already pooling low in your stomach.
heeseung circled you with fixated eyes before stopping in front of you and lifting his hand to rest on the back of your head. "my opponent today- god, was he infuriating..."
you stared up at him doe-eyed, and that was all he needed. "but you'll be good, yeah?" he repeated as his hand drifted to the top of your head, gently pushing you onto your knees so you were levelled with his cock.
you paused, glancing up at him, to which he nodded. your fingers made quick work of his shorts, tugging his boxers down and springing his cock free.
a choked groan escaped heeseung's throat, his long fingers tangling themselves in your hair as he guided his cock into your mouth.
"don't tease me, baby." he purred as you licked a long stripe from the shaft to the tip. heeseung threw his head back when you finally took him, your hands stroking the length you couldn't fit.
his eyes rolled back, the grip on your hair tightening as he began thrusting into your mouth. "he wasn't even that good." your efforts to nod at his words became impossible as his thrusts became more rapid. your eyes started tearing up, his tip hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.
heeseung noticed immediately, thumb moving to caress your cheek. "crying for me already, baby?"
his words went straight to your dripping core, and you were afraid you'd come right there, untouched.
heeseung suddenly withdrew his cock from your mouth. "get on the bed."
you were quick to obey, eager for his length to be inside you.
"what do you want?" heeseung teased, still fully clothed save for his dick that was now dripping with both your saliva and his precum.
you swallowed. "i want you to fuck me."
he tilted his head, hovering over you. "ask nicely, slut."
"please fuck me, heeseung," you whimpered.
heeseung didn't need to be asked twice. his head dipped and your lips crashed together, his tongue pushing inside furiously and eliciting a moan from you.
"you want the guests next to us to hear how desperate you are for me, whore?" he taunted, lips trailing down your neck.
you shook your head violently as his fingers travelled further down until they brushed your clit, forcing your suppressed moan to a whimper. "good," heeseung said, circling your clit with his thumb as his finger finally entered you. "you're so wet, baby... such a slut."
you focused on containing any sounds as heeseung added a finger, working you open mercilessly.
"heeseung-" you began, feeling an orgasm already approaching. "i'm-"
he withdrew his fingers after sensing your climax. "you really thought i would let you come that easily?"
not being able to restrain yourself, a broken moan escape your throat at the loss of his fingers, your eyes shooting open.
heeseung stared at you disappointedly before taking off his shirt and the rest of his clothes. "now i'm not sure i'll let you come at all."
you opened your mouth to protest, to beg, but whatever you wanted to say died on your lips as he lined his cock with your entrance. without hesitation, he bottomed out, your teeth sinking so deep into your bottom lip you tasted copper.
"no, no, no," heeseung tsked, giving you no time to adjust as he began thrusting in and out of you at an overwhelming pace. "they've already heard you, haven't they? whoever's on the other side of that wall has already heard how cockdumb you are, so don't be shy now."
your back arched as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, the new position letting him hit your cervix again and again, the string of moans getting louder. "hee-heeseung..." you whimpered.
"that's right," he praised. "let everyone know who's fucking you like this."
his finger reached down to rub at your clit again in rough circles again, and your brain couldn't form any coherent thought.
"heeseung, i can't-" you pleaded, tears running down your cheek. "please, hee- i'm so close-"
his pace didn't falter, hand gripping you waist tighter. "but you look so pretty crying like this for me, baby."
your eyes were glassy, thighs shaking as your orgasm neared again. "f-fuck, heeseung please-"
he leaned down, still pistoning inside you, hot and shallow breaths against your ear. "cum for me, baby."
that was all you needed to let go, covering heeseung's cock as he fucked you through it. and even when you came down, he still moved relentlessly, now chasing his own release. his thumb still on your clit, the overstimulation felt unreal.
"t-too much..." you protested weakly. "pl-please, it's too much.."
"you can do it, baby," heeseung reassured. "hm? i know you can, you're so good for me."
with the combination of his praises and his attack on your clit, you climaxed once more, liquid gushing out and coating heeseung's cock as he bottomed out for the final time, spilling his seed inside you.
your pants and his sounded like music to heeseung's ears as he stayed inside you, collapsing as he whispered praises and sweet nothings.
"...so lucky to have you"
your eyes drifted closed, heeseung's fingers brushing through your hair, comforting you as sleep overtook your body
๐ข๐ฏ: ๐ช ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฏ'๐ต ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ดโฆ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ง๐ช๐ณ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ช๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ฎ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ช ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฑ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต'๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ฃ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ. ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ!
