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Ride For Me - Lee Heeseung x F!Reader

“There she is,” he says against your skin, his voice muffled but giddy. You gasp, legs trembling slightly. Heeseung’s hands squeeze your thighs, grounding you. “Relax,” he says between kisses. “You’re doing so good. I got you.”

cw : face riding,smut, cowgirl and climbed up like it was a rollercoaster—nervous at first, but screaming by the end.

You're hovering above him, hands pressed into the sheets on either side of his head, heart beating somewhere near your throat. Every part of you is flushed, half from anticipation, half from the way Heeseung is looking at you.

Like you’re the only thing in the world he wants right now. You bite your lip, hesitating. “This feels… kinda awkward,” you admit with a shy laugh. Heeseung’s smile is immediate soft and lopsided. “Awkward?” he echoes, reaching up to run his hands along your thighs. “You, babe? No way. You look so hot right now, I’m fighting for my life down here.”

You snort, laughter breaking the tension just a little. “Shut up.” “No, really,” he grins, eyes sparkling. “I’ve been dreaming about this forever, and now you’re actually up there, looking like the literal goddess of my fantasies.”

You roll your eyes but your cheeks burn at the compliment. Still, nerves crawl beneath your skin. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.” Heeseung lifts his head slightly, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. “You don’t have to know. That’s the best part.”

You exhale shakily. “But what if it’s weird? Or I crush you or—”

“Crush me?” he laughs. “Baby, if I die, at least I’ll die the happiest man alive. What a way to go.” You giggle, covering your face with one hand. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet you love me.” You peek at him from between your fingers, smiling despite yourself. Heeseung reaches up, gently pulling your hand away. “Hey,” he says, voice softening. “Look at me.”

You do. His expression shifts still playful, but with something deeper behind it. “You don’t have to be perfect. I don’t want perfect. I just want you. Comfortable. In your body. With me.”

Your chest aches at how easy he makes it sound. How sincere he looks, even lying beneath you like this. “Okay,” you whisper, heart pounding. “I’ll try.” Heeseung’s smile returns, softer now. 

You start to lower yourself, slowly, still unsure. He watches you with reverence, like he’s seeing something sacred. “Go slow,” he murmurs, hands steady on your thighs. “Just move how you want. I’ll guide you if you need.”

You pause just before touching his lips, your breath caught. Heeseung chuckles gently. “C’mon, babe. I promise I’m ready. I’ve been training for this moment my whole life.” You can’t help the laugh that escapes you—nervous, but genuine.

And finally, you let go.

When your hips settle against him, he groans softly the moment you touch him, hands sliding up the back of your thighs to steady you. “There she is,” he says against your skin, his voice muffled but giddy. You gasp, legs trembling slightly. Heeseung’s hands squeeze your thighs, grounding you. “Relax,” he says between kisses. “You’re doing so good. I got you.”

Then his mouth moves.

And you forget how to think. His tongue licks a slow, upward stroke and your entire body jolts in response. His grip tightens ever so slightly, not forcing, just anchoring you to him as he pulls you in with ease. He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t press too hard. He lets you adjust, lets you settle into it.

You let out a shaky breath, fingers threading through his hair as instinct takes over.

“Heeseung,” you whisper, your voice cracking on the syllable.

He hums in response, and the vibration against you sends another spark shooting up your spine. He’s gentle at first—his tongue exploring you with long, deliberate strokes, like he’s memorizing the shape of you, the way you react. Like he wants to learn your body the way he’s learned your mind.

He pulls back just a little to speak, voice low and utterly smug. “You taste so fucking good.”

You moan and his hands flex on your thighs again, encouraging, grounding.

“You can move, babe,” he says, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Ride me. However you want. I’ll follow your lead.” You hesitate for half a heartbeat.

Then you shift. Just a little.

Just enough to feel the slick glide of his tongue against you again, firmer now, slower. Heeseung moans into you like he’s the one unraveling. And you can’t help it you do it again. And again. Testing. Riding.

Heeseung responds every time, mouth meeting your movements with a perfect mix of pressure and softness. His tongue dips lower, then circles back up to swirl around your clit, teasing it, flicking just enough to make you gasp.

“F—fuck,” you murmur, breathless, your hips rolling forward now with more purpose, more need. “That’s it,” he groans, not even coming up for air. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

Your thighs tighten around his head and he lets out a deep, pleased moan, like he loves the feeling of being surrounded by you, devoured by you. His hands slide up to your hips now, guiding you, never controlling, just helping you keep rhythm.

Every time you grind against his tongue, he meets you with devotion. His nose nudges your clit just right. His tongue dips into your entrance, lapping up everything you give him like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs when he finally pulls back for just a second to breathe. “So fuckin’ pretty like this—on top of me, using me.” The words send heat straight to your core.

You whimper, needy now, chasing more. Heeseung’s tongue is relentless in the softest way. Never too much. Never too little. Just that perfect pressure that makes your thighs shake and your breath stutter.

Your moans get louder. Your rhythm less controlled.

And Heeseung? He’s right there with you. Eyes half-lidded, arms wrapped around your hips now, holding you close as he pulls you down into his mouth like he needs you to come for him.

“Let go,” he says against you, voice muffled but firm. “Come for me. Right here. Let me feel it.”

You’re right on the edge, the pleasure curling like heat in your stomach.

One more swirl of his tongue. One more perfect flick. One more moan from him that sounds like worship—And you fall apart. Your hips shudder. Your hands fist in his hair. Your thighs clench around his head and you cry out his name.

Heeseung doesn’t stop. He slows, but he stays with you, licking you through it, kissing you through the aftershocks like he’s savoring every last drop. When you finally still, breath heaving and body trembling, you feel his hands smoothing over your hips. Soothing.

Loving.

He looks up at you, lips wet and swollen, smile lazy and full of awe.

“You,” he whispers, “are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You’re still panting when you slump forward onto his chest, muscles buzzing and loose, skin dewy with heat. Heeseung's arms wrap around you immediately, holding you like you’re something precious fragile and radiant all at once.

“Hey,” he murmurs into your hair, lips brushing the shell of your ear, “you okay?”

You nod, cheek pressed to the rise and fall of his chest. “More than okay…”

He laughs softly, a low, satisfied sound. “You should see yourself right now,” he says, brushing his hand along your spine. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

You shift slightly, straddling his waist now instead of his face, your core still soaked, throbbing, aching.

But it’s not enough.

Not anymore.

Heeseung looks up at you as you sit up, eyes slightly wide, lips still slick with you. His hands find your hips again instinctively. Your voice is soft, almost breathless, but there’s no hesitation in the words.

“I need you inside me now.”

The air thickens between you. Heeseung’s pupils darken instantly, mouth parting. “Shit.” His hands flex on your hips. “Yeah?” he asks, like he’s checking, like he needs to hear it again to believe it. You nod, voice firmer this time. “Please, Heeseung. I want you. I need to feel you. Now.”

His restraint snaps like a thread pulled too tight.

“Fuck—okay,” he breathes, shifting beneath you to sit up and kiss you. It’s messy, deep, laced with hunger but still so full of care. His hands frame your face for a moment like he needs to memorize how you look at this exact moment.

When you lower yourself onto him, it’s slow. Deliberate. Your body opens for him with a needy, aching stretch, and you both gasp at the contact. “Oh my god,” you whisper as he fills you inch by inch, impossibly deep.

Heeseung’s hands clutch at your hips, trying to stay still, trying not to thrust up too fast. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, forehead resting against your chest. “So warm. So tight. Shit.” You start to move gently, rolling your hips, letting him slide deeper, angle just right.

Every shift makes your body tighten around him, and every little whimper you make drives him insane. His hands trail up your sides, one moving to cup your breast while the other presses against the small of your back, guiding your rhythm.

“You wanted me inside you,” he pants, eyes locked on yours. “Now you’ve got me, baby. All of me.”

And in this moment, nothing else in the world exists but you and the way your bodies are tangled together, breath meeting breath, heartbeat syncing with heartbeat. 

Every time you sink down, he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. Every time you lift, he groans, chasing your warmth.

Heeseung’s hands never stop moving. One is spread across your lower back, the other cradling your hip, guiding, steadying, encouraging.

“God,” he breathes, watching you like you’re something holy, something he’s worshiping with every stroke. “You feel unreal. You’re perfect.” You whimper at the praise, at the way his voice trembles on the edge of restraint. “Heeseung…”

He bites his bottom lip, eyes dark and glazed, hips twitching beneath you with each glide of your body over his. “You’re so tight, so warm fuck, baby, watching you ride me like this…”

You lean forward, chest brushing his, and he meets you in a kiss deep, desperate. His tongue licks into your mouth just as his hips lift up, thrusting into you with a little more force, hitting that spot that makes your breath hitch.

“Right there—oh my god—” you moan, breaking the kiss, head falling back.

“Yeah?” he pants, voice wrecked. “There?”

You nod, your rhythm picking up now—needier, faster, slick sounds filling the room as your bodies find a perfect, frenzied rhythm. Heeseung’s hand slides between you, his thumb brushing over your clit with careful pressure, rubbing in slow, tight circles. Your gasp is instant. Your thighs tighten.

“There you go,” he murmurs, almost in awe. “That’s it. Let go for me again.”

You can feel it building, hot, sharp, relentless. The pleasure coils tight in your belly, spreading through your limbs until you’re trembling, moaning his name like a prayer. Heeseung thrusts up into you with purpose now, meeting your every grind, your every desperate cry for more.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers, eyes locked on yours. “I wanna feel you fall apart again. Want you to come all over me.” And with one more stroke seep, perfect his thumb pressing just right.

You shatter.

The orgasm tears through you like fire, like light, blinding and raw. Your body clamps down around him, pulsing hard, uncontrollable. You cry out, grabbing his shoulders, your whole body shivering as the waves crash over you.

Heeseung groans loud, gripping your hips as your release milks him, drives him right over the edge with you. “Fuck, fuck—baby, I’m—” he chokes on a moan, thrusting up once, twice more—

And then he’s gone, too.

Coming deep inside you with a broken gasp, his arms wrapping around your waist like he needs to hold you while he breaks. You both freeze locked together, breathless, trembling.

The only sound in the room is the echo of your moans, your panting breaths, your hearts trying to slow down. You collapse forward onto his chest again, utterly spent, boneless and blissed out.

And Heeseung?

He presses a kiss to your temple, arms pulling you even closer.

“You,” he whispers, voice hoarse and full of wonder, “just ruined me.”

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Closet Affair - Choi Soobin x F!Reader

You came to support your sister as maid of honor—handle the prep, give a sweet speech, maybe share a dance with the best man. Babysitting with him? Definitely not part of the plan.

cw : strangers to lovers, making out, sex in closet and it wasn’t on the seating chart, but damn was it worth it.

You were here to support your sister as her maid of honor. You pictured yourself helping with last-minute wedding prep, giving heartfelt speeches, and maybe even stealing a dance or two. Babysitting was definitely not on the agenda.

But here you were, stuck in the living room, keeping an eye on your wild little cousin, the ring bearer, while everyone else was out celebrating her last night as a single woman.

You glanced around, heart pounding a little. You weren’t great with kids. Honestly, you found them exhausting and unpredictable. This one was already testing every ounce of your patience, darting between chairs and snatching cupcakes off the table like a tiny hurricane.

Your fingers twisted nervously around the hem of your dress. You were supposed to be calm and supportive—maid of honor material. Instead, you were on edge, trying not to lose it while the kid zoomed around like he owned the place.

A sudden shift in the room made you jump. You hadn’t even noticed someone else had come in. “Hey,” said a calm voice beside you. You turned, startled, to see a tall guy leaning casually against the doorway, hands in his pockets and a small, amused smile playing on his lips.

You blinked, trying to collect yourself. “Hey. Uh… wait, who are you? And why are you here?”

“I’m Soobin,” he said quietly, as if that was supposed to make everything less chaotic. He nodded toward the tiny tornado tearing through the room. “Looks like we are on babysitting duty, we’ve got our hands full.”

“I’m really not great at this,” you admitted.

The kid zoomed past again, nearly knocking over a vase, and your nerves tightened.

“Okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “Let’s do this.” 

The kid wasn’t making it easy. Every time you thought you had him cornered, he slipped between your legs or darted behind the couch, giggling like this was all a game.

“So,” Soobin said, crouching down, “what’s his weakness? Candy? Toys?”

You shook your head, breath catching as the kid zigzagged past again. “I don’t know what if he gets extra screen time, maybe he’ll calm down.”

Soobin grinned. “Perfect. Let’s bribe him.”

You both knelt, and Soobin called out, “Hey, kid, want to watch one more cartoon before bed?”

The kid’s eyes lit up. “Yeah!”

You exchanged a relieved smile as Soobin flicked the TV on and settled the kid between you on the couch. The little guy’s energy slowly drained away, his heavy eyelids drooping as the cartoon played softly.

Within minutes, his head lolled onto Soobin’s shoulder, and he was fast asleep.

Soobin looked over at you, quiet but kind. “I’ll take him to bed.”

Before you could protest, he gently scooped the kid into his arms, careful not to wake him. You watched as Soobin carried the sleeping boy down the hallway, soft footsteps barely audible on the carpet.

You stood there for a moment, heart a little lighter than before, realizing that babysitting with Soobin might not be so bad after all.

You were still standing by the couch when Soobin reappeared, his footsteps soft, his presence even softer. He gave you a little smile as he padded back into the room, rubbing a hand at the back of his neck.

“He’s out cold,” he said, voice low. “Didn’t even stir.” You smiled, easing back onto the couch. “You’ve got a touch, apparently.” He shrugged with a humble grin, then glanced toward the kitchen. “Wine?” You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Why not?”

He disappeared for a moment, returning with two glasses and a half-full bottle of red. He handed you a glass, their fingers brushing, brief and electric. Neither of you mentioned it. The TV played on, low and forgotten, as you sat side by side, sipping slowly. The warmth of the wine settled in your chest, and the quiet between you shifted—no longer awkward, but charged.

Soobin looked at you over the rim of his glass, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re not so bad at this babysitting thing either.” You chuckled. “Thanks, I think.”

There was a pause. Not empty. Full. His gaze lingered, darker now. You met it, not quite ready to look away. “Hey,” he said quietly, voice lower than before. “You’ve got something on your lip.” Your brows furrowed, but before you could wipe it, he leaned in—just enough. His thumb brushed the corner of your mouth.

And he didn’t move away. Neither did you. The air between you tightened like a string pulled taut, and when he leaned in that last inch, you didn’t stop him. His lips found yours, warm and hesitant at first, then deeper, firmer. You melted into him, tasting the wine on his mouth, your fingers curling into the fabric of his sleeve.

But then—

The sound of the front door opening shattered everything. Laughter. Voices. You and Soobin sprang apart like you’d been electrocuted. His hair was a little messy. Your breath was unsteady. You both sat stiffly, trying to look as casual as two people who definitely weren’t just making out in the living room.

Footsteps approached.

“I’ll, um…” You stood quickly, setting your glass down with more force than necessary. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked up at you, still slightly breathless, eyes searching yours. You gave him a quick, almost sheepish smile before turning and heading toward the hallway. Your footsteps were fast, your heartbeat faster. The soft click of your bedroom door was the only sound you allowed to linger. 

The morning of the wedding was a blur of curling irons, zippers, and soft panic. You kept your hands busy, tying ribbons, fixing veils, touching up your sister’s makeup. Doing anything to avoid thinking about last night.

But your thoughts betrayed you every time. The press of Soobin’s mouth. The way he’d looked at you right before. The way he’d looked after. And the fact that you had fled the room like your own heart was something to be embarrassed about.

Now, standing near the altar in your dress with the bouquet clutched tighter than necessary, you tried not to scan the guests for him. Tried and failed. Soobin wasn’t hard to spot.

Tall, stupidly handsome, perfectly disheveled in his groomsman suit. He was talking to the groom, smiling casually like he hadn’t completely scrambled your brain the night before. Like he hadn’t kissed you with enough heat to melt the air between you.

And when his eyes finally found yours, it was instant. That jolt again. He gave you the smallest smile, subtle but just for you. You looked away quickly, cheeks burning, heart stuttering under your ribs.

Throughout the ceremony, your eyes kept brushing his. During the speeches, the toast, the dinner...you could feel him across the room like gravity. And he wasn’t even trying to hide it.

You tried to focus on the celebration, on your sister glowing as she danced with her new husband, but every glance from Soobin made it harder to pretend nothing happened.

Later, after the first dances, while guests were laughing and drinks were flowing, you were grabbing a fresh drink from the bar when his voice cut through behind you, smooth and far too close.

“You ran off pretty fast last night.”

You turned to face him, your breath catching. “I—yeah. It was… late.” His eyes twinkled. “Is that what we’re going with?” You gave a small, nervous laugh, fiddling with the rim of your glass. “I didn’t know what to say.”

“I could tell,” he said, not unkindly. “But… just so you know—I don’t regret it.” That silenced you. Not because you didn’t believe him, but because you didn’t know how to say that you didn’t either.

Then his voice dropped, a little lower, a little rougher. “Want to get some air?”

Your heart skipped. “Air,” you echoed, dumbly. “Yeah.” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. You hesitated, then nodded, pulse already racing. Soobin reached for your hand, brushing his fingers lightly against yours in a way that made your whole body aware of the contact. It wasn’t full-on bold. But it was enough to make your breath stutter again.

He didn’t take you outside, though. He led you quietly down one of the side hallways of the venue, then paused in front of a supply closet. You raised your brows.

“Seriously?”

Soobin grinned. “Unless you know a better hiding spot in mind.”

He opened the door, peeked inside, then gestured. You stepped in, heart pounding, and he followed, shutting the door behind you. It was quiet. Dim. Your back brushed against a shelf full of extra linens. You were pretty sure there was a broom poking your calf.

“This is ridiculous,” you whispered, half laughing, half mortified.

He leaned against the door with a crooked smile. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“I’m not nervous,” you lied, voice shaky. Soobin stepped closer, just close enough to make your breath hitch. “Good. Because I kind of want to kiss you again.”

You swallowed hard. “In a closet?”

“So… is that a no?” Your fingers curled at your sides. “no.”

His hand rose slowly to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb brushing gently over your bottom lip. His gaze lingered there, full of something raw and reverent.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, like it was a secret meant only for the quiet between your heartbeats.

His other hand found your waist, drawing you to him until your bodies touched. It was warm, alive, trembling with anticipation. He moved in gradually, his breath ghosting over your lips. You tilted your face up to meet him, offering the smallest nod of permission, your pulse thundering like a war drum.

His mouth found yours.....soft at first, exploring, savoring. A kiss that tasted of wonder and need. But soon, it deepened, turning desperate, hungry. He kissed you like he was drowning and you were his only breath.

“God, I need you,” he rasped, pulling away just enough to speak, his forehead resting against yours. “Last night… the way you tasted, the way you moved beneath me, I've been thinking about it nonstop. It's driving me insane.”

His hands slid down to cup the curve of your ass, lifting you slightly as he pressed you gently back against the shelving. The closet was cramped, shadowed and secret, but you hardly noticed. All you could feel was him.

“Soobin…” you gasped, your head falling back as his lips trailed down your neck, warm and open, his teeth grazing your pulse. “We shouldn’t… not here…”

“Shhh,” he murmured into your skin. “Let me take care of you. No one’s going to find us. Just you and me, sweetheart.”

His fingers gathered the hem of your dress, sliding it up with reverence, exposing your thighs to the cool air. His touch was firm, purposeful, yet gentle as he parted your legs and stepped between them, cradling your body as if it belonged to him.

You whimpered, torn between reason and need, but when his mouth found yours again, every hesitation unraveled. He kissed you like he meant it, like you were his salvation.

He guided your hand down to the front of his pants, letting you feel him twitching beneath your touch. “Feel that?” he groaned. “That’s all for you. I’m aching for you, baby.”

He rocked his hips against your center, the friction enough to make your breath catch and your knees weak. You clung to him, the hunger in your body coiling tight like a spring, ready to snap.

“Please…” you breathed. Whether it was a plea for more or for restraint, you couldn’t say.

But Soobin heard what you truly meant.

He freed himself with a few hurried motions, his cock thick, flushed, and glistening at the tip. You gasped at the sight—at the weight of what was coming.

Still holding your gaze, he shifted your panties aside with one hand and rubbed the head of his cock through your wet folds, teasing, testing.

Then, with a single, aching thrust, he filled you completely.

“Soobin—” Your cry was swallowed by his kiss as he buried himself to the hilt, stretching you open, claiming you.

Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands down the curve of your thighs and bent slightly. “Hold on to me,” he whispered, voice low and rough.

You barely had time to react before he lifted you effortlessly, his strong arms hooking beneath your thighs. A gasp escaped your lips as your body rose, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, locking behind him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead pressed against yours. “You feel unreal. So warm. So tight. So perfect.”

His hips began to move, slow at first, savoring every inch. You held onto him with everything you had, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your trembling body. His hands gripped your thighs, grounding you, as the rhythm between you grew faster, more desperate.

Every movement was worship. Every breath was shared.

“So good,” he panted, mouth hot against your jaw. “I can’t… I’m not going to last. I need to feel you cum for me. Need to fill you up.”

His words made you moan, your own release spiraling closer, tighter.

“Yes—yes—don’t stop—” you begged, your voice breaking as your body surged forward into ecstasy. You shattered around him, your walls clenching, pulling him deeper as pleasure bloomed from the center of your soul.

Soobin cried out your name, and with one final thrust, he came hard, burying himself in you as he spilled deep inside—pulse after pulse of heat filling you. His entire body trembled with the force of it, arms locking tight around you.

The world stilled. You held him. He held you. Only your breaths remained—shaky, tangled, real. He pressed soft, reverent kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your hair. “That… that wasn’t just sex,” he whispered, voice hoarse and true. 

You kissed him back, slow and lingering, your body still trembling from the aftermath. When your lips finally parted, he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes.

“Stay with me tonight,” he murmured. “Don’t go. I need you next to me.”

And the way he said it...the vulnerability in it made your heart ache in the best way.

Because you realized…You needed him too.

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