cherries and wine ୨୧ lhs
ꫂ᭪ ─── pairing ₊ fem!reader ♡ roommate!heesung
in which you and your cocky roommate you’ve been crushing for a while on have a bit too much to drink, leading to messy drunk confessions.
content warning ₊ alcohol, unprotected sex, oral sex, ice play/temperature play, ingesting genital secretion, pain infliction (both parties receiving), brat!reader ♡ dom!heesung, teasing
ⓘ wc ₊ 2.3k
| now playing ₊ pretty the weeknd
all you can focus on his cute face. you press your cheek flat against the cold kitchen island.
for some reason, you thought it was a good idea to challenge heesung to a drinking competition - winner gets whatever. let’s just say you finished way before he even got started.
the line of empty glasses of cherry soju are taunting you in your defeated state. it’s so warm, you can feel your cheeks burning heat even when you’re pressed against the cold marble. heesung looks at you, setting the shot glass down. his cheeks are flushed slightly from the alcohol.
“tapping out already?” he lets out a low deep chuckle, the sound making your stomach tighten. you nod with little strength, absolutely defeated. “how are you not drunk?” you complain. damn it all, damn heesung and him literally being good at everything.
“who says i’m not? i’m just at better controlling it than you.”
of course he is. you glare at him. he’s looking at you with a smug smirk, and boy it annoys you. it annoys you how much you want to kiss that smirk off his face.
"y/n, you’re glaring daggers into me. if you glare any harder you’re gonna burn a fat hole in my face.” heesung flicks your forehead playfully, you flinch.
you sit up and straighten, pouting slightly. “you win, what do you want?” you sigh. he raises his eyebow, like he wasn’t expecting you to ask him that - after just beating you.
he looks you up and down, you’re only in a bra and tiny shorts. he glances at your cleavage for a second before making his way up back to your face. “why don’t you tell me something, y/n?”
“hmmm?” you mumble, hazy from how much you had to drink. he scoots his bar stool closer to yours, the distance between you closing. he’s so close enough to feel your body heat.
“are you gonna finally tell me how much you like me?” he says relaxed, pouring himself another shot. you tense up under his gaze - the scent of cherry soju now making you sick, and your stomach turns.
he downs the shot like it was nothing, still holding eye contact with you as he awaits your response. “ahaha” - you giggle nervously - “i don’t know what you’re talking about...” you start fixating on your hair - nervously - brushing your fingers through the silky strands.
heesung eyes lower, his hand reaching out to stop your hands doing their nervous habit. he twirls your hair. “playing dumb won’t work on me. i see right through you.”
your mind flips. the alcohol making you blurt out words faster than you can stop them - “okay, i like you. i like you so fucking much heesung, happy?” you shove lightly at his chest, annoyed. he grabs your wrist to keep your palm flat against him, his muscles flexing beneath your touch.
“woah, feisty girl.” he chuckles, his laughter making heat burn on your cheeks - as well in between your legs. his eyes begin to wander again, back down to your boobs. “stop looking at my tits, pervert.” you huff, annoyed. although, you do like his attention. he lets go of you.
“why are you wearing only a bra if you don’t want me to look? i’m going to look naturally.”
“it’s comfortable.” you snap back quickly with an attitude.
he raises an eyebrow - you glare. he glares back. “is that so?” he asks, his voice now deep and controlled.
“yeah. got a problem?”
he swallows, his adam apple bobbing, god how much you love his adam apple. it’s one of his sexiest features.
“watch it.” he says.
“or what? what’re you gonna do?”
silence.
“exactly what i thought.” you hmmph in quiet victory.
“i’m going to fuck your pretty little mouth, and then you’re not gonna be able to be such a brat with me in your walls.”
you’re stunned. your mouth opens to retort, but before you can even speak his mouth is already on yours.
and he’s not gentle.
you fist his shirt for stability - eyes shut tightly. he tastes like mint and cherries plus the alcohol, the kiss hot and messy. you moan into his mouth, and it only makes him kiss you harder.
he pulls back for air, and he stands - the bar stool making a noise from how quick he stood. heesungs hovering above you, looking down at you with unclear intentions. neither of you say anything, only the sound of your heaving breathing fills the air.
“what does this mean heesung?”
he runs his fingers through his hair, sighing. “i know you want me, and i want you too. like bad.” he confesses, looking embarrassed now.
“i-” he cuts you off - “don’t say anything, please.” you knew he wasn’t that well at expressing himself, but how can he expect you to not say anything? he showed no signs of liking you previously til now.
he moves to the living room, and you trail behind him. you’re not letting him off the hook that easily, that’s just not who you are. he man spreads on the couch, and fuuck if you weren’t wet before now you were.
you stand awkwardly a few feet away from him, pondering on what to do next. you just found out you both have mutual feelings for eachother, and he threatened you - with a good time - kissed you, and now the tensions suffocating and unignorable.
fuck this. you dreamt of this day for so long, and it’s not ending like that.
the whiplash from the kiss sobered you up a bit, but the alcohol is still lingering, giving you confidence and without a second thought you make your way toward him.
you stand in front of him.
he doesn’t look up at you.
you slowly drop to your knees on the floor before him and tug on his belt playfully. his eyes flash, “what’re you doing?” he asks.
“don’t say you’re going to fuck my mouth and not stand on it afterwards.” you unbuckle his belt, then pull down his sweats. he doesn’t stop you.
you palm his thick erection through his boxers, your mouth leaving wet hot kisses on the outline. he bites his lip, sighing contently. he moves your head gently out the way to release himself, his dick flinging out in front of you.
it’s long, thick, and it’s all hard for you. for a moment, you contemplate about how you’re gonna go about doing this. obviously, it won’t all fit in your mouth at once.
you wrap your lips around the head, tongue swirling around and in his slit. he throws his head back, letting out a groan. you attempt to swallow him hole, but halfway you stop to gag - you can’t push any further.
it will have to do.
you move your head up and down, your hand stroking the rest of his length. his hips buckle up instinctively, pushing his dick way deeper. you gag, eyes tearing up. his large hands grips your hair and he starts to fuck your mouth roughly, letting out low moans and groans. your hands find his hips for hold.
“fuck,” - he stutters - “you’re gonna be a good girl and swallow it right?” you want to, but you want to make him work for it more. you nibble softly on his dick and he growls, stopping completely.
“what’s wrong? do you wanna stop?” he asks, softly.
you pull your mouth off his dick completely, “if you wanna finish in my mouth? you better beg for it.” you challenge him, the attitude coming back in your words. heesung eyes lower, he’s annoyed.
suddenly, he gets up and picks you up, you squirm in his arms. “you really wanna play that game? i’ll show you who’s really in charge here, baby.” he kicks the door open to his room and strides in, tossing you on the bed before turning back around to leave.
“where are you going?”
“i’ll be right back.” he walks off into the kitchen.
your body is burning up all over, his sheets are comfortable and his whole room smells like him. his scent overwhelms your senses, you turn - fisting a handful of his comforter and bringing it to your face, inhaling his smell. your fingers wander down into your shorts.
you close your eyes and sigh, pumping two fingers in and out of your pussy, imagining it’s heesung. you whimper, “heesung.. just like that.”
you whine.
“just like what y/n?” he comes close, laying in the bed next to you. pressing his hard on right on your ass. “did i say you could touch yourself while i was gone?” he reaches for your hand you’re using to please yourself and puts it behind your back - like you’re being arrested for a crime - and rolls you over on your stomach.
he hovers over you, both of his knees on either side of your legs. you lift up your ass a bit, playfully wiggling your ass against his dick. his hand comes down hard, and sharp. you moan. “brat.” he pulls down your shorts quickly, only to be surprised that you’re completely bare underneath. no panties.
he slaps your ass again, the sensation making you moan loudly. he lets go of your hand, letting it fall to the side limply. you hear shuffling, possibly him reaching for something? and then it hits you.
heesung begins to trail down your back with his mouth and an ice cube on his tongue, you moan and whimper at the cold sensation. the contrast of your searing hot skin under his cold kisses making you all fuzzy.
“heesung.. ah..” you whimper.
he stops trailing at your warm slick slit.
“ass up baby.”
you obey and lift yourself up, he smirks and then begins to lick your clit - ice still in his mouth. your legs close instinctively, the cold ice rubbing you in all the right ways.
“ah-ah.” he slaps your ass again, your ass cheek starting to sting. you open your legs again, “good girl.”
he pushes the ice cube into your pussy with his tongue, and then he flips you over on your back, lining himself at your entrance. you whimper, ready. you rub your clit on his tip for stimulation.
“if you want me to fuck you rough right here right now, you have to beg for it.”
and there it is, he’s throwing what you said to him moments ago back in your face. you don’t want to submit fully, but fuck you’re so horny it aches and you cant take it anymore.
“please heesung, please fuck me. i’ve been so good.”
“have you been good though?” he slides the tip in your pussy, then pulls out, leaving you wanting more. you whimper.
“you gonna keep testing me?” he does it again. you shake your head quickly.
“i won’t i want to be a good for you, i want it all inside mem, please.”
he pushes in all the way at once. your head tilts back, the pain and pleasure of him stretching you without giving you a moment to adjust. he grabs your chin.
“look at me. look at how i ruin you.” he tilts your head to look at where you both are combined. the ice and his dick are both inside of you, and you can feel the ice already melting from both your guys’ warmth at the same time. he lets go of your face and straightens.
heesung begins to fuck you roughly and with a brutual pace you can’t keep up with, the ice and his big dick hitting your cervix with each thrust. you can’t tear your eyes away from his dick going inside and out of you, he lifts his shirt up - his muscles visible - and bites down on the fabric to muffle his moans. you whine, wanting to hear his voice.
your fingers trail down to begin to circle your clit, his hips snap rough. making a loud moan come out from you. he stops trying to muffle himself, “fuck yeah baby, show me how you please yourself while you take me. you look so pretty like this y/n.”
he leans down to kiss you, still thrusting. it’s too much for you, you can’t even say anything because he’s not letting up. you squirm and tighten around him, making him moan.
you reach up and grab a fistful of his hair, pulling harshly. he hisses, and thrusts even harder in retaliation. your fingers speed up on your clit, and without warning you squirt all over him - and his sheets - he pulls out quickly.
he smirks. the same cocky smirk he would always have that would annoy you to hell. “look at the mess you made, darling. feel good?”
“mhm..” you respond quietly.
he scoots in close, all the way until his dick is at your face.
“open wide..” he commands.
this time, you obey. he strokes a few times, and then shoves his dick back into your warm mouth, his semen spilling into you.
you look up at him.
he looks down at you.
you swallow it, the taste of salty and sweetness going down your throat.
he pulls out gently and leans down to kiss you.
he takes his shirt off - throwing it to the floor - and then picks you up bridal style, “let’s wash up.”
he makes his way into his bathroom and turns on the water quickly. “you gonna wanna eat after? i’ll take care of you.”
you hum. “can i even walk after this?” you giggle.
he laughs. “yeah probably not, i guess take-out it is then.”
he helps you into the shower, both of you just look at each other contently. he presses a kiss to your forehead before reaching for the soap.
next time, you’ll show him. but for now, you let him wash you up.
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