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synopsis✧˖°. your late night study session is interrupted when heeseung arrives early from practice. despite your attempts to focus on your textbook, his overwhelming presence and dominant nature derail your plans. heeseung pushes you to your limits, leaving you completely spent and utterly his.
contains✧˖°. explicit sexual content ; overstimulation ; multiple orgasms ; edging/denial ; mirror sex ; praise/degradation ; rough sex ; unprotected sex (if you're not gonna wrap it, go home and whack it) ; possessive behavior ; aftercare ; dom heeseung ; heeseung has a thing for readers glasses ; wc: 3.9k ; i probably missed some tags, so tread lightly
notes✧˖°. hiii!!! im finally home :) this was based off this ask that sat in my inbox for a little long. i swear i saw it i just never responded lol, so i hope you enjoy it!!!
the soft glow of your desk lamp illuminates the pages of your history textbook, but the words are swimming in front of your eyes.
it's been hours, and your brain feels like mush. you push your glasses up the bridge of your nose, the frames slightly damp from the humidity in your dorm room. a soft sigh escapes your lips as you lean back in your chair, stretching your aching back.
that's when you hear the familiar click of your door unlocking. your heart does a little flutter, a mix of excitement and anxiety coiling in your stomach. heeseung.
he said he was coming over after his practice, but you didn't expect him this early. you're not prepared. you're never really prepared for the overwhelming presence of your boyfriend.
the door opens and he steps inside, dropping his gym bag by the door with a thud.
he's all sharp lines and lean muscle, even in his loose t-shirt and sweatpants.
his hair is slightly damp, a few dark strands falling across his forehead. his eyes, dark and intense, immediately find yours, and a small smirk plays on his lips.
"still studying, nerd?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you. you can already feel your body responding, a familiar warmth spreading through your veins.
"i... i was just trying to finish this chapter," you stammer, your fingers fidgeting with the corner of your textbook.
you're hyperaware of everything. the way his gaze lingers on your glasses, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint smell of sweat, the sound of his breathing.
heeseung crosses the room in a few long strides, stopping right behind your chair.
you tense up, your shoulders hunching slightly. you can feel the heat radiating off his body, and it's already too much.
he places his hands on your shoulders, his touch firm and possessive, and you have to bite back a gasp.
his thumbs rub small circles against your skin, and it feels like electricity shooting through your veins.
"you've been at this for hours," he murmurs, his lips close to your ear. "you need a break." his breath is hot against your skin, and you shiver, your body trembling slightly.
"i'm almost done," you whisper, your voice barely audible. you're lying, of course. you're nowhere near done, but the thought of stopping, of giving him your full attention, is terrifying.
he's just so... much. so intense. even the smallest touch from him is enough to send you into a meltdown, your body betraying you with its sensitivity.
heeseung chuckles, a low, predatory sound that makes your stomach clench.
"no, you're not. you're just avoiding me." his hands slide down your arms, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner elbows. you whimper softly, your body arching slightly despite yourself.
"i'm not," you protest weakly, but he knows you're lying. he always knows.
"yes, you are," he says, his voice firm. "you're always so skittish, so shy. it's cute, really. but it's also frustrating." he leans in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.
"i want your attention. all of it."
you can feel your heart pounding against your ribs, your breath catching in your throat.
you're already so turned on, your body humming with need, and he's barely even touched you. it's embarrassing, really, how little it takes to get you going. how completely undone you become by him.
"heeseung, please," you beg, but you're not even sure what you're begging for. for him to stop? for him to continue? for him to put you out of your misery?
"please what?" he asks, his voice dropping to a low growl. "please touch you? please fuck you? please ruin you for anyone else?" he laughs again, that same predatory sound.
"don't worry, i'll do all of that. and more." before you can protest, he's spinning your chair around, forcing you to face him.
he crouches down in front of you, his hands on your knees, his eyes locked on yours.
"you know what i've been thinking about all day?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "i've been thinking about these glasses." he reaches out and traces the frame of your glasses with his finger, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "about how you'd look with them on while i'm fucking you. while i'm making you scream."
your eyes widen in shock, and you can feel a blush creeping up your neck. "heeseung, i..." you start to say, but he cuts you off.
"shut up," he says, his voice stern. "i don't want to hear your excuses. i want you. now." he stands up, pulling you to your feet.
his hands are on your waist, his body pressed against yours, and you can feel every hard line of him, every muscle.
it's overwhelming, and you're trembling, your glasses fogging up slightly from the heat between you.
he pulls away long enough to strip off your clothes, his movements rough and impatient.
soon you're standing in front of him in nothing but your glasses, feeling exposed and vulnerable. heeseung's eyes darken as he looks at you, his gaze intense and possessive.
"perfect," he murmurs, reaching out to tweak one of your nipples.
you gasp, your body arching into his touch despite yourself. "just as i imagined. now, get on the bed. on your hands and knees."
you hesitate for a moment, and his expression hardens. "now," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument.
you scramble to obey, positioning yourself on the bed as he instructed. heeseung moves behind you, his hands caressing your ass, spreading you open.
"look at you," he says, his voice thick with desire. "so ready for me, so eager." he slides a finger between your folds, testing your wetness. "and already so wet. you really are a needy little thing, aren't you?"
you can only moan in response, pushing back against his hand.
heeseung chuckles and adds another finger, stretching you, preparing you.
you're already so close, your body humming with need, and you can feel yourself teetering on the edge. it's ridiculous, really, how quickly he can get you to this point. how little it takes for you to fall apart.
"don't you dare cum yet," he warns, his voice stern.
"i want to draw this out, want to make you beg for it." his fingers are moving inside you, curling just right, and it's taking everything in you not to let go.
you're biting your lip so hard you can taste blood, your hands fisted in the sheets.
"please, heeseung, please," you beg, your voice trembling. "i can't, i can't hold on."
"yes, you can," he says, his voice firm. "you'll hold on until i say so. you'll be a good girl for me, won't you?" his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow circles, and you cry out, your body convulsing.
"no, no, don't you dare cum," he warns, his voice stern. "not yet." but it's too much, too intense, and with a cry you're cumming, your body convulsing around his fingers.
heeseung tsks, pulling his fingers out. "what did i just say?" he asks, his voice dangerously low.
"i told you not to cum. and you disobeyed me. bad girl." before you can apologize, he's flipping you over onto your back and spreading your legs wide. "since you can't control yourself, i'll have to teach you a lesson."
he leans down, his mouth finding your clit, and you cry out as he sucks hard, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bundle of nerves.
it's too much, too soon after your orgasm, and you're writhing beneath him, trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
"no, no, don't run away from this," heeseung says, holding you down with one hand while his other continues. "you wanted to cum, so now you're going to cum again. and again. and again."
he's relentless, his mouth and fingers working together to push you towards another orgasm, and this one is even more intense than the last, leaving you breathless and trembling.
but he doesn't stop. he keeps going, pushing you past your limits, until you're a sobbing, writhing mess beneath him, your body convulsing with pleasure so intense it's almost pain.
"please, heeseung, please," you beg, tears streaming down your face. "i can't, i can't take anymore."
"yes, you can," he says, his voice firm.
"you'll take whatever i give you and you'll thank me for it." he finally pulls away, leaving you panting and spent on the bed. but he's not done with you yet.
"up," he commands, pulling you to your feet. "i want to try something."
he leads you over to the full length mirror leaning against the wall, his grip firm on your wrist. your legs are shaking so badly you can barely walk, and you stumble, catching yourself against his side.
he steadies you, his arm wrapping around your waist, and the simple contact sends another jolt through your already overstimulated system.
"look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he positions you in front of the mirror.
"can't even stand up straight. such a mess." his tone is condescending, but there's a dark fondness in it that makes your stomach clench. he maneuvers you until you're standing with your back to his chest, your body completely flush against his.
he's warm and solid, and you can feel the hard line of his cock pressing against your lower back. it's a possessive, grounding weight that both terrifies and thrills you.
"i said look at yourself," he commands, his voice dropping to a low growl.
he hooks his chin over your shoulder, his dark eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "don't make me repeat myself."
you force your eyes to focus on your reflection. it's a devastating sight.
your hair is a tangled mess, sticking to your damp cheeks. your face is flushed a deep, blotchy red, your lips swollen and bitten. your glasses are crooked on your nose, one lens slightly smudged. you look completely and utterly wrecked, and seeing it all reflected back at you makes a fresh wave of shame and arousal wash over you.
"see?" heeseung says, his hands roaming over your stomach, your sides, your hips. his touch is light, almost teasing, but it's enough to make you tremble.
"this is what i do to you. this is what you look like when you're mine." one of his hands slides up your chest, his fingers tracing the curve of your breast before moving up to your neck.
he doesn't squeeze, just rests his hand there, his thumb stroking your pulse point. it's a silent, undeniable claim of ownership.
you can feel your heart hammering against his palm, a frantic, trapped bird.
you watch his other hand trail down your body back to your core through the mirror. he starts to move his fingers, slowly at first, then faster, his touch expert and unrelenting.
you can feel yourself building again, your body responding to his touch despite the exhaustion and the overstimulation.
it's a testament to his power over you, to the way he's wired your body to respond only to him.
"watch," he commands, his voice stern. "watch as i touch you, as i make you mine." you force your eyes to stay open, to watch as his fingers move against you, as your body arches and trembles.
it's intense, overwhelming, and you can feel another orgasm building, hot and fast.
"please," you beg, your voice trembling. "please let me cum."
"not yet," heeseung says, his fingers speeding up. "i want to see you struggle, want to see you fight it." you're trying, you really are, but it's too much.
the sight of his hand between your legs, the feeling of his breath on your neck, the sound of his voice in your ear, it's all too much.
with a cry you're cumming again, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you.
"bad girl," heeseung says, his voice disappointed. "i told you not to cum. now you'll have to be punished again."
before you can react, he's lifting you up, his arms strong and sure. he carries you over to the bed, dropping you onto the mattress before climbing on top of you.
"spread your legs," he commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. you obey instantly, your body pliant and willing despite the lingering soreness.
he kneels between your thighs, his eyes roaming over your naked body, a dark, possessive gleam in his eyes.
"so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands tracing the curves of your hips, your waist, your breasts. "so responsive." he leans down, his lips finding yours in a bruising kiss.
it's hungry and demanding, his tongue claiming your mouth, and you can't help but respond, your arms wrapping around his neck, your fingers tangling in his hair.
"i'm going to fuck you now," he says, his voice low and husky against your lips. "i'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, until all you can think about is me."
he positions himself at your entrance, his cock hard and ready. "and you're going to take it. all of it."
he pushes into you in one smooth, hard thrust, and you cry out, your body arching off the bed.
he's big, and you're still so sensitive, and the sensation is almost too much. it's a delicious, overwhelming stretch, a fullness that steals your breath.
"fuck," heeseung groans, his head falling back. "you're so tight, so perfect."
he starts to move, his hips thrusting into you, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder.
you're lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, your body writhing beneath him, your hands fisted in the sheets.
"look at me," he commands, his voice stern. you force your eyes open, to meet his, and the intensity in his gaze takes your breath away. "i want you to see who's fucking you. i want you to remember this."
you can feel another orgasm building, hot and fast, and you're terrified.
you don't think you can handle another one, don't think you can survive the intensity of it.
"please," you beg, your voice trembling. "please, heeseung, i can't."
"yes, you can," he says, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. "you'll take whatever i give you and you'll thank me for it."
he reaches down, his thumb finding your clit, and you cry out, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure wash over you.
it's too much, too intense, and you're screaming his name, your body writhing beneath him as he fucks you through your orgasm.
but he's not done. he continues to thrust into you, his movements relentless, pushing you past your limits until you're a sobbing, writhing mess beneath him, your body convulsing with pleasure so intense it's almost pain.
"please, heeseung, please," you beg, tears streaming down your face. "i can't, i can't take anymore."
"that's it. yes you can," heeseung groans, his own control finally snapping. he holds you down, his hips thrusting up into you, hard and fast.
"take it. take all of it." you're a sobbing, writhing mess on his lap, your body convulsing with pleasure.
he beings slowing down, taking your state in. he holds you close, his arms wrapping around your trembling body, holding you against his chest as the aftershocks ripple through you.
his heart is a steady, strong beat against your back, a stark contrast to your own frantic, fluttering pulse.
you're limp in his arms, completely spent, your head lolling back against his shoulder. the glasses are still on your face, crooked and smudged, a testament to your complete unraveling.
"shhh," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble in your ear. it's the gentlest he's been all night, and the sudden softness is almost as overwhelming as his earlier aggression.
you can feel tears still leaking from your eyes, silent tracks down your cheeks. "i've got you. you did so good for me."
his praise sends a final, weak shiver through you. you feel a gentle kiss being pressed to your temple, then another on your shoulder.
his hands, which were just moments ago gripping you hard enough to bruise, are now stroking your arms, your stomach, your thighs, in a soothing, possessive caress.
he's cleaning you up, claiming you all over again, but this time it's different. this is the aftermath, the quiet moment of ownership after the storm.
"look at us," he says softly, his gaze directed at the mirror. you force your heavy eyelids open, your blurry vision slowly coming into focus. the image is staggering. you, small and wrecked, held securely in the arms of your strong, dominant boyfriend.
his dark eyes are fixed on your reflection, a look of deep, satisfied possession in their depths. "look how beautiful you are like this. all mine. completely ruined for anyone else."
a wave of emotion washes over you, so potent it steals your breath. it's not just arousal or exhaustion anymore. it's a profound, bone deep sense of belonging.
he sees you, all of you, and he doesn't just tolerate it. he covets it. he breaks it apart just so he can put it back together again, stamped with his name.
"heeseung," you whisper, his name a broken prayer on your lips.
"i know," he says, understanding everything you can't say.
he shifts slightly, wincing as he does, and you realize with a jolt that he never found his own release. he was so focused on you, on your pleasure and your punishment, that he denied himself.
the thought sends a fresh pang of something sharp and sweet through your chest.
he carefully lifts you off his lap, his movements surprisingly gentle.
your legs give out immediately, and he catches you, lowering you onto the bed with a soft thud. he disappears for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth.
he cleans you with incredible care, his touch sweet now, wiping away the evidence of your mutual destruction. it's an act of such intimacy that it makes your chest ache.
when he's done, he pulls the covers over you, tucking you in like a child. he slides into bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, your back against his chest, just like you were in front of the mirror. but this time, there's no sexual charge, just a quiet, comforting warmth.
he adjusts your glasses, taking them off and folding them neatly on the nightstand. the world goes soft at the edges, and you blink, your eyes feeling heavy.
"sleep," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your hair.
"you're going to need your rest." there's a smirk in his voice, a promise of more to come, but for now, he's just holding you. and as you drift off, safe and secure in his arms, you know with absolute certainty that you are, and always will be, completely and utterly his.
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✧ SUMMARY: Yoongi was an extremely effective tutor, until he wasn’t. As it turns out, dating the person who is singlehandedly responsible for bringing up your Fundamentals of Music Theory grade isn’t the smartest move in the world.
✧ TAGS: college au, smut, fluff
✧ WARNINGS: oral (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, slight overstimulation
✧ AUTHOR'S NOTE: okay, so this is NOT price of fame chapter two, nor is it the seokjin fic that i’ve been teasing for weeks. this is instead a secret third thing, inspired by my own post that has been living rent free in my brain for the past couple of days. i promise POF2 and the seokjin fic are both coming, but i had to get this out before i lost my damn mind. not beta read, so feel free to inform me of any mistakes i missed. P.S. i know the header isn’t debut yoongi, don’t fucking @ me about it!! i had this photo on hand ):
✧ WORDCOUNT: 2.2k words
Yoongi was an extremely effective tutor, until he wasn’t.
As it turns out, dating the person who is singlehandedly responsible for bringing up your Fundamentals of Music Theory grade isn’t the smartest move in the world.
Things were so much easier when you—wrongfully—assumed he was an asshole. At least then, the arrangement was clear: you met him in the library, tried not to get annoyed at what a know-it-all he seemed to be for an hour, and then went back to your dorm with a slightly easier method of memorizing the circle of fifths under your belt. It went on like that for weeks. Quick and effective, mostly painless.
But then, when awkward small talk developed into genuine interest, you got to know him.
You learned that the reason he never takes notes in class is because he doesn’t have to. He taught himself all of the basics of music theory years ago, could’ve tested out and moved on to a more advanced class, but he wanted an easy A in his course load. You learned that he’s a music business major. He likes it just fine, but it’s really a means to an end. You learned that he writes his own raps, performs them at underground shows with a group of friends some weekends, that that’s what he really wants to do. You learned that he’s not an asshole and he’s just shy, that he’s been working up the courage to ask you out all semester.
You learned even more about him on your first date.
Such as: he’s the self-proclaimed master of grilling meat, and he’ll load up your plate for you before he even thinks of feeding himself. He may act like he’s not interested in going to the noraebang, but with just the slightest bit of insistence from you he’ll fold like a piece of paper. He thinks it’s cute when you snatch his snapback right off of his head and put it on your own. Even cuter when you fumble through a verse of Epik High’s ‘Love Love Love.’
And: he kisses like he’s got something to prove. Knows all the right ways to use his tongue. Makes a low noise in the back of his throat when you do something he likes. Isn’t the slightest bit shy about pulling you into his lap, nor about slipping his hand into your panties right there, Epik High forgotten in favor of making you cum around his skilled fingers.
So. Yeah.
Yoongi is no longer an effective tutor, because instead he is a fucking distraction.
You’re supposed to be studying. You had been studying, both of you putting up a valiant effort for a full hour and a half. But just as you’d gotten a firm grasp on the seven musical modes—Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian, Locrian—-Yoongi was whining, insisting on taking a break. You tried to put up a fight, but you’re especially weak when Yoongi gets all sulky, soft pink lips pulled into a pout.
Notecards tossed aside, your fifteen minute study break quickly devolves into half an hour of making out on Yoongi’s bed. As soft music filters into his dorm room from his laptop, you lose track of time with his tongue sliding against yours, the occasional sting of his teeth on your bottom lip because he knows you like it. When you feel his erection pressed against your hip it quickly becomes very clear that you’re both done studying for the time being.
The way Yoongi kisses you never fails to make you crazy. His lips on yours are gentle but commanding at the same time, his hands in your hair holding your head exactly where he wants it as he licks into your mouth like he owns it. When he pulls away, you barely have a chance to catch your breath before he’s trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Your hips rock up against his, desperate for friction.
“Baby,” Yoongi murmurs against your skin. His hands slide down from your hair to gently tug at the waistband of your jeans, an index finger circling teasingly around the button. “Wanna eat you out. You want that?”
“Yeah,” you breathe, gasping when he nips at the underside of your jaw. Your voice is high, needy, foreign to your own ears. He’s good at that—at pulling sounds out of you that you didn’t know you could make.
He wastes no time in peeling your jeans down your legs, tossing them off the bed and out of his way. Yoongi likes to have as much space as possible when he eats you out, you’ve learned. He likes to take his time, spread you out as much as he can on his shitty dorm-provided twin size mattress. Just because he can make you cum in record time—and he can—doesn’t mean he likes to. Not when he’d much rather drag it out, savor you in every imaginable way until you can’t take it anymore.
You know you’re in for it when he doesn’t take your panties off right away. Instead, when he settles between your thighs, all he does is look for a moment, his gaze laser-focused on the growing wetness seeping through the cotton.
It lasts long enough that you start to squirm, his eyes flicking up to meet yours at the sudden movement.
“A-are you…?” you start, but you trail off, suddenly feeling way too fucking shy for something you’ve done with him more times than you can count at this point.
“Yeah,” he hums, looking up at you with an amused smirk. “Yeah, I’m getting to it, sweetness. I just wanted to look at you for a second. Is that okay?”
You shiver, swallowing thickly as you nod.
“You sure?” he teases, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, so close to where you want him. “You don’t have anywhere better to be?”
“Shut up, Yoongi,” you complain, sitting up for a moment to flick him on the forehead.
“Yah, so disrespectful,” he admonishes with a bite right where he’d just kissed. “I’m just playing. I know you don’t wanna be anywhere else.”
Your eyes narrow at him. “I don’t,” you agree, suspicious. He’s up to something.
“No, you don’t,” Yoongi hums knowingly, holding your gaze as he presses a kiss right to your clit. It makes your breath hitch, even with your panties subduing the feeling. “Because you love the way I eat this pussy, don’t you, baby?”
The answer is yes, of course. Yoongi always makes you feel so good no matter what he’s doing, but eating you out is definitely where he excels. But something about how cocky he’s being makes something stir inside of you—-makes you feel a little bold, a little mean.
“When you actually get around to it, yeah.”
Yoongi chuckles darkly, snapping the waistband of your panties against your hip. When he lifts his head his eyes are all pupil. “It’s like that, huh?” he asks, his tongue running over his teeth.
“Maybe,” you say, goading.
He clicks his tongue, dipping down to lick a broad stripe over your pussy without any warning. When he reaches your clothed clit, he wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, tearing a surprised moan from you.
“F-fuck!” Your fingers tangle in his hair, desperate for something to hold on to, but the overwhelming pleasure is gone as quickly as it came.
“Such a brat,” Yoongi mumbles, sinking his teeth into the softness of your inner thigh again, harder this time. “Just wanted to take my time, treat you nice. But if you want it like this, fine.”
Mercifully, his fingers hook into the waistband of your panties. He roughly drags them down your legs until they’re thrown onto the floor, out of sight just like your jeans.
You gasp when his fingers instantly slide over your slippery cunt, making you gasp. “You get this wet just from pissing me off?” he scoffs, and you shake your head.
“N-no,” you whimper.
“No?” Yoongi asks, tilting his head at you with a smirk. You feel like you’re going to die when his fingers find your clit, rubbing in punishing little circles. “Tell me what gets you this wet, then, baby.”
“You!” you moan. It feels embarrassingly fast, but you’re close. You’re gonna cum before he even gets his mouth on you properly. Maybe that’s his goal. “You, fuck, Yoongi.”
“That’s right,” he purrs. “You gonna cum already, pretty girl? Before I even get to taste you?”
Oh, he knows exactly what he’s doing. Motherfucker.
You wouldn’t be able to protest even if you wanted to, your brain already succumbing to the pleasant buzz of your impending orgasm. All you can do is squirm and rock up against Yoongi’s fingertips, completely at his mercy.
“That’s okay,” Yoongi continues, unbothered as you shake and moan in front of him. “I know you can give me another one. Go ahead, sweetness. Cum for me.”
Your release tears through you, sudden and intense and all-consuming. You’re sure there are words coming out of your mouth, but between the heat spreading through your body and the static buzzing in your ears, you honestly have no idea what they could be. Yoongi’s fingers keep rubbing at your abused clit until you’re trembling, gasping for breath between moans.
“Filthy girl,” he hums. Whatever you said must’ve been good, because he sounds almost proud of you as he runs his hands over your thighs. “You gonna let me take my time now?”
“Yes,” you gasp, still reeling from your orgasm. Yoongi taking his time is exactly what you need right now, or else you’ll go into complete overdrive. Absently, you think that was his plan all along, but that thought melts away as soon as Yoongi dips down and delves his tongue into your cunt, slow and thorough.
Your brain? Empty. Brain so fucking empty.
“Shit,” he groans against you, his voice so low and gravelly you can feel the vibration of his words against your pussy. “You always taste so fucking good after you cum for me.”
You thread your fingers through his hair again, moaning long and low as he spreads you apart with his thumbs and dives back in. His nose nudges just slightly against your clit as he licks into you, the barely-there contact making your eyes roll back in your head.
“Yoongiiii,” you moan, earning an appreciative moan from him as he dips his tongue into your entrance.
Your first orgasm took you by surprise, but you can tell already that this one is going to be a slow burn, tendrils of heat that never really got a chance to fade spreading through your body, adagio.
As promised, Yoongi takes his sweet time. He sets an agonizing rhythm: licking into you, dragging his tongue up your pussy, gently sucking your clit into his mouth, over and over again until you’re practically a puddle on his mattress.
“Feels so fuckin’ good,” you mewl, your thighs shaking around his head. You’d blush at the sounds he’s producing between your legs, slurping and sucking at you, if you weren’t so fucked out. Instead, all it does is turn you on even more, make you even wetter for him.
Yoongi pulls back, huffing a laugh through his nose. “I know, baby,” he murmurs soothingly. “You ready to cum again?”
Wordlessly, you nod, squeezing your eyes shut. Two fingers tease at your entrance, getting nice and wet before Yoongi slides them in, and just like that, you’re ready to burst.
“Nnngh—fuck, ‘m so fucking close,” you slur, grasping at his hair as he pumps his fingers into you.
“Give it to me,” he says, before sucking your clit into his mouth again and making stars burst behind your eyelids.
His fingers curl just right, and then you’re moaning brokenly, bucking up against his fingers and mouth as you cum again.
It feels like it lasts forever. Yoongi moans around your clit as you clench around his fingers, squeezing tight tight tight as heat crashes over you in waves. You feel his fingers withdraw, and then his tongue is fucking into you again, licking every last drop he’s earned from you.
He only breaks away when you’re pushing at his head, overstimulated and spent.
“God, you’re so sexy,” he rumbles, climbing up the bed so he’s on top of you, bracing himself on his elbows. He’s one to talk. He always looks so good like this—swollen lips and dark eyes, the bottom half of his face slick from eating you out so fucking well. “You can just cum and cum for me, can’t you?”
“You are insane,” you breathe, grasping at the strings of his sweatshirt to pull him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.
Yoongi chuckles, pulling away just to press his forehead against yours. “You like it,” he says.
“I like you,” you correct, closing your eyes. “Even though I’m going to fail my final because of you.”
That earns a real laugh from Yoongi, his nose scrunching. “You’re not gonna fail.”
“I am,” you say, nodding sagely. “But it’ll be worth it.”
“That so?” He presses another kiss to your lips, nuzzling his nose against yours.
“Mhmm,” you hum. “Besides, I’ll just find a better tutor next semester when I have to retake.”
That earns you a sharp jab of Yoongi’s fingers to your side, but he’s got one of those gummy smiles on his face as you squeal under him, so no harm done.
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unprotected p in v, mention of cockwarming, heeseu is def not a boring nerd, heeseu helps you study for your test ! yes he can top his class, but he can also top you. , breast and clit slapping, heeseu begs uwu, who wants to comment on heeseu bb's duality?
wc : 392
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"heeseung—no!" you raise your finger at him, pushing him away the moment you feel his lips back on your neck. "heeseung... i have to study!"
lips jutted out, he clings back to you. "please, i won't move. i swear, please just let me feel you baby please my pretty baby."
you groan at his new request, cockwarming, eyes rolling before you speak. "i can't fail my test tomorrow, heeseung. "
"you won't. please, i'll quiz you. come on, sensory details can help you recollect better, you know? "
he rests his head on your shoulder, tilting his face to introduce his pleading eyes to you.
and now you know that you should've kicked him out the moment he promised to only cuddle you.
biggest distraction of your life — lee heeseung, your top of the class boyfriend who assumes it's easy to get grades like his.
"ugh, fine." you mumble.
10 minutes and another broken promise later, you're now spread wide on his cock, cock drilling up into you.
"define ohm's law. "
"ah—what? uh potential difference equals...current multiplied by resistance."
a slap lands on your left breast, and a harsh squeeze right after. "that's the formula."
"the current flowing through a conductor is directly proportional to the voltage across it, if the temperature and other physical conditions of the conductor remain constant."
the correct answer rolls off his tongue like he had it engraved on the inside of his eyelids or something. you mewl, with his stiff nipples pressing on your back.
"ugh, same shit." lips pursing into a pout, you gesture him to reward you with a kiss.
another slap echoes, this time on your clit, a refusal to your demand. you wince, body twitching in his hold. "say that to your professor. memorise the definition, if you want to cum." he hoarses over your neck.
and with a mean thrust, he's buried himself into the depths of your cunt, bulbous and leaking tip kissing your cervix. and then, he stills. pushing your head up from his shoulder, he forces you to look back at your monitor.
