heesngirl

[heesngirl]

Synopsis : Your idea of playing with a flavored lube didn't turn out as you had hoped, but it's not like you can complain about the result either.

Heeseung x f. reader. vers! Heeseung 'nd vers! reader, established relationship, fingering, oral sex (f. Receives), squirt, cum, fuck panties, grinding, size kink, edging (a little), jerk off, lube, not p in v. "It's just a sex shot" MNDI

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The wet sound of tongues intertwined and lips sucking each other filled the living room like an intimate and decadent echo. One click after another, interspersed with gasps, ragged breaths, and muffled moans that are lost in the midst of the relentless kiss. His tongue invades your mouth brazenly, firm and possessive, as if he wanted to fuse with you from the inside out. He moves with experience, claiming space, territory, and control.

And you give it him all.

You were back pressed against the sofa, arms stretched upward, trapped by a single one of his large, firm hands. His fingers encircled your wrists, harmless, but also unprepared. You could resist if you wanted to, but there's no intention of doing so. That difference in strength, that asymmetry between his proportions and yours, ignites you like a match on the verge of burning out. The way he immobilizes you so easily, effortlessly, without haste, leaves you breathless.

His other hand had slipped under your shirt and was now covering one of your breasts, kneading it with warm, demanding fingers. His thumb plays with your nipple in circular motions, tracing caresses that started out gentle but grew more intense, more provocative. He twists it with the same precision with which his tongue tangles with yours. There's no space between kisses for oxygen or questions, only desire turned into heat, into wetness, into the delicious pressure that builds between your legs and compels you to rub them together without thinking.

You drown in him. In how he dominates you without pressure, how he holds you without yielding, how he barely bites your lower lip before continuing to devour your mouth. And then, suddenly, he pulls away. You're both panting. Your chest heaving, your eyes shining, your lips moist and parted. He, leaning over you, with that crooked smile that isn't mockery, but adoration tainted with desire. Without letting go of your wrists, he barely lowers his face and places a fleeting kiss on the tip of your nose. The unexpected tenderness makes you smile with a certain flirtatiousness, just as he murmurs, huskily, against your skin:

"It's time to pamper my little princess." A wide, perfectly toothy smile accompanies his words.

Your smile widens, knowing full well what those words mean on his lips, what kind of pampering he has in mind. There's no hesitation, no dissimulation. Only desire, clear and vibrant.

Then, without hesitation, he takes you in his arms. Literally. He carries you bridal style as if you weigh nothing, as if you were made to be carried that way. And you are. At least, in his arms, you seem that way. Your legs dangle over one side of his arm, your torso tucked against his chest. His perfume, mixed with the light heat of arousal, envelops you completely.

He moves toward the room with slow, sure steps. The entire atmosphere seems to revolve around that moment alone. The door opens with a soft creak, and as soon as he crosses the threshold, he places you on the bed with a calculated movement, as if the mattress were some kind of altar where he will worship you. He leans over you, his body suspended, his eyes scanning you with that gaze that undresses you faster than his hands. He kisses you again, this time briefly, but full of meaning, as if to say "I'll be back," even though he's never left.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt and slowly lift it, enjoying the journey, until he's completely removed it. The cooler air of the room brushes your skin, as it does your exposed breasts. Your chest and abdomen tense with each exhalation. He contemplates the image for a second longer, and then leans in, without words or warnings. He kisses one of your breasts with devotion, his warm tongue licking with sweeping movements until he reaches the nipple, which he sucks eagerly. He sucks, nibbles lightly, and you let out a muffled, involuntary moan from deep within. The way he alternates between both peaks, focused only on you, makes you arch your back, seeking more, slowly losing control.

Then his mouth descends. A line of slow kisses marks the descent down your torso, your abdomen shuddering under the moist heat of his tongue, beneath the teeth that gently scrape your sensitive skin. He reaches the hem of your shorts, and barely raises his face.

"Lift your hips a little, my darling" he whispers, his voice thicker and lower, as his fingers hook into the waistband of the garment, preparing to descend.

You obey without thinking, and he removes them without difficulty, leaving your body exposed, vulnerable, dressed only in panties that already show the moisture that had been accumulating and oozing from your pussy for some time. He looks at you without a single ounce of shame, his lips curling into a smile, his face forming an expression somewhere between dirty and delighted.

"Just look at you. What a fucking tempting beauty," he says in a murmur that's more for him than for you, while licking his lips, as if he's in front of a delicacy.

He lowers himself to the floor, resting on his knees, while his hands slide down your thighs, parting them with undeniable firmness, and then pulls you towards him, leaving you at the edge of the mattress, right where he needs you. Then he leans down, bringing his face closer, but not directly to your center. Not yet, at first glance, he just inhales deeply; your scent seems to intoxicate him.

"You always smell so good, you have no idea how much you scent do to me," he mumbles, his breath caressing your sensitive, covered center, that part of you already throbbing with desperation.

He starts at the edges. On the inside of your thighs. His tongue wanders, warm and shameless, leaving wet trails that cool in the air. He nibbles, sucks, and marks, leaving traces of his presence imprinted on your skin. He doesn't rush the process, and you don't ask him to either. Because, even if he takes your time, you know what's coming. Because he always delivers, always gives you everything and more.

And then, he begins to kiss you there, right on the fabric, slowly but firmly. His thumb presses against your clit, through the wet lace, while simultaneously his tongue moves against you, further soaking what's already wet, and you can barely contain the moan that escapes you. Your pussy burning with need, literally, before he'd even touched you without the barrier in between.

You feel his slimy muscle run over every inch of wet fabric as if it were a piece of candy he refuses to let go of, pressing firmly, sliding from bottom to top, with obsessive slowness. The wet friction draws a guttural moan from you, while your body responds with subtle spasms and a constant wave of heat that builds from your belly to between your legs. Your hips arch instinctively, seeking more, silently begging for that tongue that seems to worship every drop that seeps through your panties, now completely soaked with your juices and his saliva.

Heeseung sucks brazenly, letting his mouth sink against the soaked material, his breath burning against your skin, and his large hands holding you wide open, his fingers gripping your thighs as if his life depended on holding you like this, vulnerable and offered only to him. The heat of his mouth, the wet sound of his tongue working on you, and the pressure of his fingers digging into your flesh combine to an almost unbearable level of intensity. You moan and curse between stifled gasps, feeling the nerves in your pussy throb violently under the constant friction. He doesn't stop; rather, he sinks in, satiated. He devours you through the fabric, as if he doesn't need to see or directly touch your skin to make you burn from the inside out.

"Hee... stop... wait a second..." your voice trembles, husky with pleasure, barely recognizable. Your hands search for him, gently stroking his hair, until he stops, a little disoriented, his lips still glistening with moisture, his brow barely furrowed at the sudden interruption.

You sit up slowly, still trembling, and get out of bed without another word. He stays where he is, his gaze fixed on you, his jaw clenched, his breathing still heavy, as if every muscle in his body still needs you to calm him. His eyes follow you as you approach the nightstand, open one of the drawers with determined fingers, and take out a small clear bottle. He recognizes it immediately; it was lube. He doesn't say anything, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him: he was intrigued, perhaps even fascinated. Knowing full well that whatever comes from you always exceeds all expectations, and he loves that mind of yours that moves so freely through the dirty, the intimate, the visceral.

You return with a tense, almost provocative calm, sitting back on the edge of the mattress, legs slightly open, and with slow movements, you uncork the bottle. Heeseung watches you as if you were a spectacle made just for him. His cock throbs hard beneath his pants, needy, almost aching from wanting you so much. Then, unhurriedly, you let the thick liquid fall onto your already wet panties, in a generous trickle that runs down the fabric and ends up dripping down your inner thighs.

The air in the room thickens. The scent of the lubricant mixes with your smell, and he notices it. He unconsciously licks his lips, while you spread the gel with your fingers, covering the area well, spreading it without reservation, making the fabric stick so tightly to your sex that it almost feels like a shiny, glistening second skin.

Heeseung's eyes widen, his chest rising and falling in hectic waves. He looks at you as if he can't believe what he's seeing, and without thinking, he leans toward you, driven by the desire to bury his face between your legs again, to smell, to taste, to lose himself.

But this time you stop him. Your hand caresses his cheek gently and firmly at the same time, guiding him to a stop. Your voice comes out low, controlled, but charged with intent:

"It's not for that..." you whisper, your eyes fixed on his as you slowly lower your gaze to his sweatpants, noticing his marked and evident erection. "I want you to rub your cock against my covered pussy. Like this. Like you always do before you put it in me. I want to feel it drag against me, so wet, hot, and slippery."

The throb pounding between your legs mingles with his wide-eyed gaze, completely disarmed by the proposal. He swallows, still not responding, but something in his body activates. A tug of pure need runs down his spine. He leans forward, placing himself between your open legs, and his hand goes straight to his pants, untying them with tense fingers, almost urgently, but without breaking contact with your eyes until he's completely off.

He understands perfectly; you feel it. The dense electricity, the moment suspended just before the touch. You know what's coming and you want it just as much as he does.

Without hesitation, Heeseung takes his cock in one hand, firm, hot, throbbing, so hard it seems to throb in his palm. He rests it against your mons pubis, immediately feeling the thick stickiness of the lubricant on the fabric. He moans very softly, barely a guttural growl escaping through his teeth as he curses at how incredible the first contact feels, so simple yet so scorching.

"Fuck..." he whispers, his voice thick with desire, as if he can't contain it, as if that single touch is about to break him.

But he doesn't launch himself yet, doesn't give in to the urgency. Instead, he leans over you with that restrained, dominant air that makes your heart race, and with both hands, he gently pushes you by the shoulders, guiding you back. You don't resist completely, but you don't give in completely either. You lean back halfway, resting your elbows on the mattress, in a comfortable but firm position, keeping your gaze connected with his, like a silent challenge between two equally intense fires.

You stay like that, watching each other, your breathing heavy and ragged with excitement. Your eyes shine mischievously and his burn, somewhere between a contained desire and something bordering on pure fascination. He knows he can't predict you, knows that your every move takes him to the limit.

"Definitely..." he begins in a deep voice, scanning you as if he can't believe what's before him. "You know how to destroy the little remains of my damn sanity. You exceed every damn expectation, and that's no surprise."

You answer him without looking away, with a slow, self-assured smile that turns him on even more. A smile not meant to please him, but to remind him who's in control when it comes down to it.

“And we’re not even remotely close to finishing the repertoire, baby. You’re barely scratching the surface of all the dirty fantasies running through my head,” you say, your tone thick with intent and sweet danger.

His expression changes. The corner of his lips curves into a smile, a sly gesture that mixes amusement, disbelief, and a hint of absolute surrender. He doesn’t answer you; he doesn’t need to. Instead of words, he lets his actions speak for him. His hand slowly rises to encircle your throat, with measured force, just enough to make you feel his dominance without stealing your breath. Then, without warning, he traps you in a brutal kiss. He crashes his mouth against yours with a fierce, almost violent intensity, kissing you as if he needs to possess you, as if your taste is the only thing that can calm him. And you, without thinking, give yourself over completely, letting him devour you. Your lips surrender as soon as his tongue bursts forth, subduing you eagerly, determinedly, forcing you to keep up with his rhythm.

You moan against his mouth as his other hand moves, moving down to grasp the base of his cock, hot and firm, gently stroking it before sliding it between your vaginal lips, covered by the soaked fabric. The contact is stimulating; the glans slides directly over your clitoris, trapped between the pressure of his hardness and the thick moisture of the lubricant, which makes it slide easily, causing a delicious, wet, and hot friction. Each movement is an electric shock that runs down your spine. The gasp you release mingles with his. You both shudder.

Heeseung's cock rubs against you in an unwavering rhythm, with need, with measured force. His hips move in sync with the fist wrapped around him, jerking himself off as he grinds against your sex, feeling the tip of him briefly sink into each curve of your vulva through the fabric, causing that intermittent pressure that drives you wild. Your legs tense with each touch, your body trembling against the mattress as the barrier between you becomes almost irrelevant, almost transparent. The friction drags you to the edge with each thrust; and he feels it. He knows it. He revels in it. But there's no rush, only rising pleasure, desire about to break, and the shared certainty that this is just beginning.

He doesn't stop; the rocking of his pelvis becomes more consistent, each rub firmer, wetter, more necessary. His hand moves at the base of his cock as it slides between your cloth-covered lips, crushing with each thrust the exact spot where your clitoris throbs, sensitive and swollen. The sound that comes from the contact is so wet and obscene, but no less delightful for both of you. It mingles with his gasps and yours, enveloping everything in a suffocating and delicious atmosphere.

His eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, lower to watch. And he stays there, staring at the point of union; how his member rubs against you, how his wet panties stick to your pussy, marking the cleft, sinking in with every movement, brazenly outlining the shape of your vulva as if it were a mold of living skin. And then he growls, deep, as if what he sees surpasses even the intensity of what he feels.

"Shit... Why is this so good?" he blurts out through his teeth, hoarse, on the verge of losing himself.

And you don't stop either, sitting up just enough to reach the bottle, wordlessly, with a silent determination that leaves him breathless. You uncap the lube and pour more of it again, now not just on yourself, but also on his cock, leaving everything even more soaked, shiny, and slippery. The thick liquid trickles down your core and down Heeseung's length, mixing into a hot viscosity that makes both of you shudder as soon as the contact continues.

Heeseung leans his head back for a second, closing his eyes as he feels the new layer of lubricant envelop him completely. But he doesn't stop, not even for a moment. On the contrary, he lets himself go. He leans down suddenly, without thinking much about it, lowering his head towards your chest, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it so eagerly that it makes you moan, so hard that the sound echoes off the walls. His tongue circles it, licks it, caresses it slowly and hungrily at the same time, as if savoring it, as if needing to memorize its texture with every stroke. And then, without warning, he bites it gently, just enough to draw a shaky gasp from you, a mix of surprise and pleasure. He smiles against your skin as he listens to you, his eyes raised to yours, observing your every expression.

From one second to the next, the hand that had been surrounding your neck moves up, slowly but firmly, and his thumb presses against your lips. He doesn't need to say anything; you understand the command immediately. You open your mouth, receive it without thinking, and wrap your lips and tongue around his finger, sucking it with the same dedication you do when you suck him off. Your tongue moves, wet, lustful, fondling the pad of your thumb as if it were the tip of his cock.

Heeseung loses his breath.

"Sweetheart, you really are a fucking danger," he moans, his lips pressed against your breast, shuddering from the combined sight and sensation.

He continues sucking your nipple hard while his member grinds steadily against your slippery, desire-drenched sex. The rhythm becomes more charged, denser, more desperate. As if both of you were on the verge of exploding, and at the same time, you both wanted to stay alive.

And there they were: You, with his thumb in your mouth, moaning around it, and him, kissing, biting your breast, pushing against you while masturbating alongside, trembling with what he feels, what he sees, what he hears. Your breaths are ragged, the air is thick with moisture, sweat, low moans and barely audible whispers, all merging into a single act of lust.

In a moment you don't see coming, Heeseung stops abruptly. The pause draws an annoyed sigh from you, almost a complaint, but you can't quite let it go. What he does next drowns it, crushes it with something much more intense: his hand slides nimbly around your waist, and without warning, he barely lifts the edge of your panties, just enough to slip his cock just beneath the fabric, which now becomes a wet prison trapping you both.

The pressure of his hard member against your pussy is direct, real, almost brutal. You feel him hot, tense, barely contained. When he moves again, he does so mercilessly, each thrust causing the tip of his cock to press unfiltered against your clit, and the friction between his skin and yours—that raw, intimate, and dirty friction—makes you gasp without any attempt at control. The moans are no longer hidden, no longer disguised. They come out strong, broken, vibrating with each new movement of his. One of his hands circles his base again, firm, as if he doesn't want to lose control just yet, while the other digs relentlessly into the tender flesh of your thigh, digging his fingers in until it almost hurts. He keeps you still, obscenely open for him.

He rubs against you as if his life depended on it, as if he needs to engrave you on his skin. And you feel it all: every pulse of his penis against your core, every gasp he lets out in your ear, every tremor of his body desperate to burst. And you hear him. God, how you hear him. That way he moans your name, begging softly between gasps that he doesn't know how you manage to have him like this. He tells you with that voice of his that vibrates in the depths of his throat, husky, sweetly broken. Repeating that you're fucking addictive, that he can't take it anymore, that you're going to be his fucking ruin.

When you suddenly order him to cum for you, with that brazen, filthy voice you only use when you want to destroy him, you disarm him. He grunts and picks up the pace. He grinds more desperately, his body almost shaking as he touches himself, panting louder and louder, rawer, until he presses the tip against the fabric, and you feel it; that thick heat that seeps straight through the lace. His cum soaks the fabric, hot and thick, completely ruining your panties. There's not a trace of regret in him. Only fulfilled desire and pent-up desire.

He barely pulls away, panting, his body still tense. He watches you from above, with dark eyes shining with lust, seeing how you breathe heavily, how your legs are spread, how your body is exhausted. But your smile... that sly, provocative smile you throw him from the bed is what finally breaks him.

"Did you like my idea, baby?" you ask brazenly, biting your lip, knowing exactly what you're doing with that look and that coaxing tone of voice.

Heeseung laughs softly, as if he still can't believe what just happened. He hovers over your body once more and kisses you. Slow, sweet, but charged with what still burns between you. When he pulls away, his voice comes out shaky, hot against your mouth.

"Like it?" he answers with a crooked smile, as if the word falls short. "It blew my fucking mind. "I want you to keep showing me those ideas of yours, so fucking dirty, yet so wonderful." He pauses, holds your face in both hands, and steals another kiss, deeper, more charged with urgency. "But now, I want to see you cum for me, you naughty little thing" he whispers, looking at you so close that you feel the touch of his breath.

He sits up, looks at you as if you were something sacred and dirty at the same time, as if he didn't know whether to adore you or devour you. He barely gave you a break before returning to you. With a slowness so charged with intent that it made your skin crawl, he removed what was still covering you, those soaked and stained panties that still carried the fresh heat of his semen. He studies them for a second longer, that ruined, sticky fabric that now bears silent witness to the desire that overwhelmed him because of you. He sets them aside with an almost reverent gesture, as if putting away that mess were as important as touching you again.

His eyes roam over your body as if he'd just undressed you for the first time. And there's nothing innocent about the way he looks at you. It's hunger, it's need, it's filthy and absolute devotion. He kneels between your open legs, so close that the warmth of his breath already brushes your sensitive skin.

You lie back, breathing heavily, your legs still trembling, not from exhaustion, but because the anticipation of what would happen was already there, and you wanted it with every moment.

Heeseung leans down, and without warning, his tongue grazes your cunt. And there's no room for air; the first contact is slow, almost lazy, but deeply wet. He licks your pussy reverently, as if he needs to taste every corner. His tongue moves up and down between your folds, collecting your juices and searching for the exact spot where your body receives him with that low, broken moan that makes him addicted.

"Shit..." he whispers, and pauses for a second, his warm breath hitting your wet skin. Then he lifts his head and looks into your eyes. "Your little cunt taste... different."

His brows furrow slightly, confused, but curious. You look at him, at first not understanding what he could mean. But when your gaze meets the small bottle beside you on the bed, a laugh escapes you, soft and husky.

"Oh, it's probably because of this" you murmur, reaching for the little bottle and taking it to show him. "It's from a brand that makes flavored ones. This one in particular says it's "blueberry." It must have leaked when I poured it on my panties, and since they were stuck to me all that time, the scent lingered."

He takes the bottle from your hand without taking his eyes off you, opens it with his still-damp fingers, and smells the contents. His lips curl into a half-smile that only predicts trouble.

"I'd bet everything I have, and I wouldn't lose by claiming you only chose it because the label is blue," he declares with a hint of humor, in a low tone, and without asking permission, he lets a little of the liquid fall from his fingers directly onto you.

The sensation is cold, and it takes you by surprise, causing you to tense instantly, and he smiles at it. Before you even have time to process it, he uses his fingers to spread the lubricant over your lower lips, slowly, in circular motions. He mixes it with your natural wetness, and with the tip of his finger, he presses right on your clitoris, using gentle, circular motions. Your hips buck on their own, and your breath becomes a ragged gasp.

"I want to taste more of how exquisite this tastes mixed with your sweet pussy juices," he says, more to himself than to you, and without giving you time for more, he dives in again.

His tongue glides over you with a different intention now. He's not just licking, he's tasting. He sinks into your flavor with an almost feverish desperation. You feel it in the way his hands grip your hips tightly, as if he needs to hold on to you so he doesn't lose himself. He sucks your pussy hard, savoring you as if he's drinking you in, as if the taste of your now-sweet body drives him even more crazy. Every movement of his is wet, dirty, and precise. When his mouth closes around your clit and he begins to suck with that pressure only he knows how to control, a loud moan escapes your throat. There's no shame, no restraint. Just the raw sensation of his tongue making you see damn stars.

"Mmph!... Don't stop... Please..." you whimper, somewhat desperate, trembling, your body completely surrendered to him and his delicious attentions.

Your back arches, your hands fly to his hair, tugging, pleading wordlessly. You need him closer, each lick sending you closer to the edge. He feels it, knows it perfectly. His tongue doesn't stop, licking your clit with a mix of urgency and precision while his fingers, one after the other, make their way between your tight folds. They're slow at first, caressing your inner walls with the expertise of someone who knows exactly what they're doing, given the experience gained from years of pleasuring you.

You feel the tips of his fingers pressing against that sensitive spot, right where the pleasure aches yet is so delicious and overwhelming. Your body responds instantly with a deep tremor. Every time he moves those fingers inside you, the pressure increases, and his mouth clamps down hard on your clit, sucking relentlessly, marking your skin with wet kisses, leaving a trail of hot saliva that makes you gasp uncontrollably. His eyes, dark and bright, never leave your face; he watches every reaction, every moan, every tremor, feeding on your absolute surrender.

You feel yourself melting, the pleasure consuming you, but just when your body wants to explode, he pulls back slightly, his fingers slowly slipping out, leaving an aching emptiness. A gasp escapes your lips as you gasp for air, your hips seeking that intense contact again, but he only smiles with a mixture of defiance and dominance.

"Not yet, my love." "I want to play with you a little longer before I bring you to the height of ecstasy," he whispers huskily as he slides his hands down your thighs, squeezing hard to hold you steady. Then he moves back down, his frantic tongue once more stroking your clit, now with longer strokes, sucking voraciously.

His fingers enter again, this time moving faster, pumping with a determined rhythm. That makes you arch your back and let out a heart-rending moan. His mouth continues to devour you, the vibrations of his moans against your pussy rippling through your body, and you're completely lost in that sea of intense, wet, almost painful sensations because they're so strong.

He changes the pace, alternating between licking, desperate sucking, and slow movements with his fingers that press right where your body is breaking and mending. He grips you tightly by the hips, his nails leaving marks, while his slimy muscle continues its wet, dirty dance that gives you no respite.

Your breathing is chaotic, gasps and ragged sighs filling the room. You feel like you're about to come undone, your body tensing and shuddering with each stroke of his fingers and the insistent suction of his mouth. But he doesn't let you fall, not yet. His burning eyes reflect that insatiable hunger, and without warning, he withdraws his tongue for a moment, leaving a whisper against your swollen, sensitive clit, while his fingers continue moving, delving insistently, opening your insides and kneading every sensitive fiber.

"I want to feel you writhe, how you tear for me, don't hold back when it's time." he whispers as his mouth moves down again, now with a mixture of wild tenderness and blind hunger.

He bites your lip, sucks on the fold of skin just below your clit, and you cry out a moan that is muffled between his lips. Your skin prickles, moisture covers your thighs, your chest rises and falls with hot, labored breathing. He continues, his movements tirelessly, and you begin to feel like your body can't hold out any longer. Heat builds in your belly, the pressure becomes unbearable, waves of pleasure make you convulse, the walls of your vagina contract tightly around his fingers, and your clitoris throbs beneath his unyielding mouth.

Your entire body trembles, desperation and need mixing in a frenzy that's hard to bear. Your hands claw at his shoulders, your nails dig into his skin, your moans turn into desperate cries of pleasure.

"Heeseung... please..." you whimper, your glassy eyes searching his, full of pleading and desperation.

But he doesn't relent. He doesn't let you reach it. He keeps taking you to the edge again and again, only to pull you back just before the explosion, playing with your body, your senses, your will. The buildup is brutal, electric, burning you inside, making you scream breathlessly.

And then, when your muscles can't hold out any longer, when your body trembles on the brink of collapse, he increases the speed of his fingers, moving them with determined force, while his lips suck with more intense pressure, his tongue swirling frantically around your overstimulated clitoris. You feel an unbearable heat, a tremor that spreads throughout your body, a wave of pleasure that sweeps away everything in its path. Your legs open wider, your pelvis arches forcefully, and a hot, liberating jet erupts from your center.

The squirt erupts violently, wetting his hands, the bed, barely splashing his face, and you cry out, broken, surrendered, empty. He licks and sucks every drop, satisfaction so evident on his features.

"I've got you, babygirl. Here I am" he murmurs, with a satisfied smile filled with deep tenderness, a tenderness that in no way fits the context of the situation.

Your body trembles and shudders from the brutal wave of pleasure that has just swept over you. Your breath comes in ragged, deep breaths, your heart pounding so hard it almost hurts. You're stunned, still unable to process how a single combination of tongues, fingers, and that small bottle of flavored lube could have unleashed such a storm inside you.

Heeseung leans slowly over your body, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. His hand gently caresses your hip, seeking your reaction.

"Are you okay, babe?" he asks, his voice deep and low, laced with that confidence that always melts you.

You look at him, incredulous, unable to avoid a smile that's both exhausted and amused at the same time.

"I can't believe all of this..." you gesture vaguely at your body, still trembling with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. "It was only because you liked the taste of that stuff."

He smiles, that mischievous, proud smile that he knows has you completely enthralled.

"Since you mention it, next time I want to try a strawberry flavor. You have to be even more exquisite with that one," he tells you, almost like a challenge, with a look that promises much more than he puts into words. "In fact, I'll be sure to buy several flavors myself so I can try them all with you. And maybe even a toy to use in the middle of this."

Hearing him, you shake your head, amused and resigned, at a loss for words to deny that you've now become his experiment, his testing ground for this twisted and delicious newfound obsession. But not that you could complain, after all, this had all been mostly your idea and now it was time to deal with the very delicious consequences.

[heesngirl]

Synopsis : Heeseung in abstinence, given his appearance in Lee Hye-ri's show. Also, they are on a trip with the ENHYPEN members, plus Jake, Jay and Sunghoon's girlfriends respectively. And after a water war with everyone, we move on to this.

— Heeseung x MC reader : established relationship, unprotected sex, rough sex, spanking (just one), power dynamics, vers! Heeseung, vers! reader, cum filling, p in v, size kink (discreet), jealousy, possessiveness, biting/marking, a little toxic this time. MDNI.

Count : 8k

With the chaos settled, and plans for later already agreed upon amidst jokes and laughter, everyone began to retreat to their respective spaces in the villa and go about their own business. Given this, Heeseung knew that for the next few hours he'd be completely alone with you in the room. It seemed like a cruel form of punishment, knowing full well there would be no interruptions, and maybe, just maybe, this was the opportunity he'd been waiting for to redirect everything he'd been holding back for weeks.

Because if it hadn't been for Jungwon's sudden appearance moments before, just as he was about to make you succumb to him, the end of that recent chaos would have been very different for you. If you'd had a little more time, right now you wouldn't be riding out the adrenaline rush of the group dynamic, but moaning his name until you were speechless. But at least all that playfulness had served to distract him.

And now, making your way to the room you shared. Heeseung, now somewhat calmer but still feeling raw, opened the door and let you in first. As soon as you crossed the threshold, you casually took off your wet shorts, letting them fall at your feet while grumbling in an amused tone.

— These people really have no control — you complained with a laugh, shaking your wet hair and checking your body for any bruises. — And Jay's girlfriend... damn, she never loses track of them. She looked like a war leader, shouting orders to everyone like she was a combat squadron.

Heeseung let out a short laugh, closing the door behind him while his eyes never left you. He approached with measured steps, like someone restraining himself from acting impulsively, and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest, still damp from the pool water.

— Don’t deny it, you had more fun than you want to admit — he murmured near your ear, sliding a hand around your waist. — I saw you when you grabbed Jake by the hair. You had that mischievous, cheerful smile I love so much.

You laughed hard at the memory, leaning your forehead against his chest.

— Of course I got even. What did you expect? They disturbed my peace when all I wanted was to rest and be with you. But then Jungwon showed up first, and then that stupid Sim shot me straight in the face to get me out of the room. — you protested, with valid reasons that justified your outburst against Jake.

As you spoke, Heeseung listened to you with a half-smile on his lips, but his gaze had already changed. Something in his tone grew thicker, more charged with intent as he allowed himself to get even closer, lowering his voice until it sounded like a whisper full of insinuation.

— What a shame. If none of that had happened, you and I would be in a different place right now. — He spoke, and his hands, which until then had been merely affectionate, began to run with deliberate slowness along the line of your back.

His fingers deftly found the clasp of your bikini top and calmly undid it, letting it loosen without any resistance from you. His words grew thicker, almost like a caress on your skin.

— We were so close… — he murmured, lowering his head to brush his lips against your neck as he removed your top. — So fucking close… And you, gorgeous were vulnerable, ready for me. Needing me as much as I’ve been needing you this whole damn time.

You felt each word sink deep into your being, the warmth of his breath washing over you, and your body responding on its own. Your lips parted, and all you could manage, barely a gasp, was his name.

— Heeseung~ — That sound was enough for him to lose what little self-control he had left.

His voice, even lower, rough with accumulated tension, slid straight into your ear with an emotional charge impossible to ignore.

— You don't know how much I'm suffering without you... — he confessed, his fingers sliding down your hips until they found the damp waistband of your bikini. — I long for you so much. Stop punishing me like this, please. I'll do anything to make it up to you, anything you want. But I need you to stop pushing me away.

Deftly, he removed your soaked bottom garment, which slid down your legs, making a soft, heavy sound as it fell to the floor. Now you stood completely naked before him, drops of water still running down your skin, but you weren't shivering from the cold. It was the tension, the unfulfilled promise, the urgency of what they both knew could happen if no one interrupted them again.

Suddenly, without warning, Heeseung captured your lips with an almost desperate urgency. Their kiss was hell unleashed: hot, wet, needy. Their tongues met, explored, devoured each other without restraint, licking and sucking with a voracity that seemed to want to devour it all out. Heeseung's hand held your hips firmly, pressing you against him, forcing you to feel the hardening of his penis pressing against the fabric of his shorts.

You began to moan into his mouth, those low, broken sounds that only he knew, that only he could elicit. He wanted to go further, his hands trembling, eager to explore more brazenly, to invade your body. But just before he could, you turned your face away with a smile radiant with mockery, with that power that only you have when you decide to set the pace.

— The moment is over — you declared matter-of-factly, with that firm, playful voice that disarmed him. — I'm not going to let you catch me so vulnerable and unprepared again. You're in abstinence, and you'll stay that way, until I decide.

Heeseung froze, his dark eyes shining with frustration and unspent desire. He watched you calmly take the wet clothes he'd ripped from you, while you walked naked around the room, with that self-confidence of yours, searching through your luggage for a clean, dry change of clothes. It was as if time had moved forward again as, without giving much thought to his obvious tension, you...

— I'm going to take a quick shower. After I get out, you shower and then we can take a nap together. — you announced matter-of-factly. Your tone was so calm, so lacking in concern for his suffering, that he looked at you in disbelief, almost indignant, feeling that the punishment was crueler than anything else.

For someone with a high libido and obsessed with every part of you, the fact that you were putting him into abstinence as punishment was, without exaggeration, a hellish sentence. Even worse because he was used to always having you. Because you were as addicted to doing it with him as he was to you. Always hungry, intense, and ready to devour each other. Now, having gone weeks without touching you, without hearing you moan, without sinking inside you; it was torture. And to top it all off, you didn't play fair. He had to deal with the provocations you dropped like subtle blades. All the times you got too close only to then act indifferent. You knew what you were doing; it was all part of a twisted game of yours that he was willing to endure just because he loved you. Also because, deep down, he knew you were protecting yourself. Even if you didn't say so.

By the time he finished removing his soaked shorts and adjusting the towel around his waist, you appeared in the bathroom doorway, wrapped in a white robe and with a smaller towel in your hands, drying your hair. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, pumping hard as he swallowed, seeing you so perfect, so naturally and effortlessly beautiful.

— Baby, would you do me a favor and dry my hair, please? — you requested in a sweet, sincere voice, not fake or lacking in games or ulterior motives.

— With pleasure, my darling. — He couldn't refuse, not even in his mind; the answer came out without thinking, full of tenderness.

He watched as you installed the dryer, then sat you down in a chair, and he approached from behind. His hands were so careful yet firm, gently undoing your wet strands. When he finished, he made sure to apply a moisturizing product that you always use, gently massaging your scalp while you closed your eyes with a comfortable smile on your lips.

— Thanks for taking care of me, Hee. You're so nice to me. — you whispered, turning your face slightly to look at him from below with a serene, grateful expression, without a trace of irony.

He instantly leaned down, cradled your cheek in his hand, pressed his lips against yours, and kissed you once more. But it wasn't like before; now it was gentle, slow, intimate. Filled with that devotion he always reserves only for you.

— You have nothing to thank me for, precious, taking care of you is the greatest of my pleasures. — he declared in a low, reverent voice, his eyes lost in the depth and brilliance of yours, so entranced by your charm. To which you smiled, moved.

— You can go shower now. I'll wait for you to dry your hair, too. — you murmured with a mischievous smile, gently removing his hand from your face, your fingers delicately brushing his while your eyes sparkled mischievously.

He smiled, resignation and desire still intact in his eyes, and disappeared into the bathroom. The air between you remained charged, intense, and although the momentary distance lingered, you knew this had all only just begun.

After what seemed like hours in the bathroom, he finally appeared. With the towel tied tightly around his waist, leaving his torso bare, still damp, with drops slowly running down his skin, while his dark, soaked hair fell in messy strands, plastered to his forehead. His gaze immediately fell on you.

— What are you doing, babe? — he asked, his voice calm, without a trace of reproach or jealousy, more like an invitation to come closer and share this moment with you.

You were sitting up in bed, still wrapped in that bathrobe that barely contained the beautiful silhouette of your body he loved to watch. You were absorbed in your phone screen, your eyes shining with concentration, your fingers nimbly scrolling through messages and notifications. He noticed the brightness reflected on your face and peeked out to look sideways, not hiding his curiosity.

Without stopping typing on the screen, you barely raised your gaze and answered him, still concentrating on what you were doing.

— I'm looking at something about work — you said, lightly biting the inside of your cheek. — With the show's anniversary approaching, they gave me the option of choosing some special guests to host the special with me.

— And who did you think of inviting? — he asked, careful with his tone so that he didn't sound too inquisitive, but simply interested in knowing what your plans were. Although he was.

Then you stood up gracefully, and as you began preparing everything to dry his hair, you answered:

— I decided to invite Yeonjun and Soobin. I've already extended the invitation and I'm waiting for them to confirm. — You commented as you adjusted the dryer with precise movements, though your gaze slid sideways toward him, hoping to catch a reaction on his face.

Heeseung just watched you with a mixture of surprise and something that could have been called bewilderment, though he maintained his composure.

— Why invite Yeonjun and Soobin? — he asked with a slightly raised eyebrow, though his tone wasn't accusatory, merely requesting an explanation. — You could have invited Jungwon and me, or even just Jungwon."

Your smile was sweet, though there was a quiet firmness to it. Still adjusting the heat settings on the hairdryer, you looked up at him, responding calmly:

— I thought about it, Hee, I really did. But I prefer to be cautious. I don’t know if I’ll be as lucky this time as I was a few months ago, when your agency allowed ENHYPEN to attend. I didn’t want to risk a refusal — Your words held no reproach, only careful sincerity. You returned your attention to your phone screen just as a new batch of notifications lit up the device. — They’ve confirmed! They’ve agreed to be my special guests for the anniversary. — you announced, turning to him with shining eyes.

Heeseung approached without saying anything at first. His steps were slow, almost silent, and when he stood in front of you, he leaned down slightly to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

— I’m so happy for you, sweetheart. — His voice, soft and sincere, brushed your ears like a caress. He really couldn’t be upset with you for something like that. Afterward, he just sat in the chair, waiting for you to put your phone aside and start drying his hair.

The warmth of your hands caressing each strand made his body relax a little, although inside the fire was still there, burning strong. When he finished, he smiled his thanks and stood up to head toward his luggage, while you immersed yourself once again in the incoming notifications. He watched you silently, admiring every detail of your face, the way your hair fell in strands over your forehead from your messy bun, how your skin seemed to glow with a light of its own. It was impossible not to be attracted to you.

In that instant, an idea crossed his mind, and with a determination that made his heart race even faster, he removed the towel with a slow, defiant movement, revealing his damp skin, his defined chest, and that hard cock that screamed for your attention. He approached you with clear intentions, hugging you from behind, pressing his body against yours with an urgency and need that made you shudder. The hardness of his penis against your buttocks was a clear warning of how long he'd waited for this moment.

— What are you up to now, Hee? — you asked with a playful smile. You put your phone aside and looked at him over your shoulder.

You let out a soft laugh and shook your head, knowing full well what was coming. However, he didn't wait for an answer before asking permission. His displays of respect despite his arousal were what had always made you love him so much.

— Isn't it obvious? I'm trying to seduce my girl, applying the same methods she uses with me. — he whispered, his voice husky and heavy with intent.

— Can I kiss you? — His words spilled out softly, but with an unmistakable edge, like a plea. — And... Can I rub myself against you while I do it?"

Your response—a silence accompanied by a slight arch of your neck—was enough for him to understand that yes, he could do it. And he didn't hesitate a moment longer. He leaned in slowly, with the precision of someone who knows that every second counts. His breath mingled with yours as his lips captured yours.

They kissed with a contained, yet deep and intense urgency. That first contact was an electric shock, a fire that ignited in your gut and began to spread throughout your body, making you shudder.

His hands didn't just hold you; they moved with determination, lifting the bathrobe, challenging the barrier that protected your body. And when the soft fabric gave way, his warm skin met yours, exposing your ass, and he couldn't help but grip it tightly, rubbing that perfect flesh against his member aching with need.

The kiss turned voracious, messy, with tongues seeking and exploring each other as if they were the only source of life they had left. Your body responded without inhibition, arching against him, seeking more, desperate to feel him complete. A breathy moan escaped your throat as he lowered his mouth to your neck, leaving a trail of wet sucks and soft bites that made you tremble. Each one was a small punishment and at the same time a caress, a play of pain and pleasure that slowly broke down your defenses. You felt his tongue explore your sensitive skin, moistening every inch with a somewhat obscene devotion, drawing a string of sighs from you, while he also continued to rub himself insistently against your buttocks.

His large, firm hands squeezed your breasts tightly, making you arch even further toward him, while his fingers pressed through the fabric of your bathrobe. The sensation of his touch was intoxicating, and you couldn't help but feel that shiver run down your spine.

From one second to the next, you decided to give in to the provocation and with trembling fingers, you undid the knot of your bathrobe, letting the garment slide slowly off, falling to hang from your bent elbows. Heeseung gasped for a second when your back was exposed, and with it, that new tattoo of yours. The intricate pattern of red and black ink contrasted with your soft, fair skin, enhancing your beauty in a way that completely enchanted him.

— You're fucking torture, babygirl. You're killing me slowly, and I can't stop wanting more. — The touch of his breath and the pressure of his body against yours made your legs tremble and your heart pound.

You pulled away slightly, turning around to get rid of your robe and also to face him, with a haughty smile and a spark of perversion in your eyes that immediately disarmed him. Your eyes shone with that familiar fire that drove him wild, and then you blurted out those words that both hurt and excited him.

— I've never enjoyed anything in my life so much as making you suffer like this, seeing you so needy, begging for a bit of my attention. — you stated, in that tone that left no doubt you were challenging him, mocking him.

He swallowed, frustration and desire burning inside him. It was too much, an unbearable torture, and he couldn't hold back anymore. Without giving you time to react, he lifted you up in his arms with the same ease as always and slammed you against the nearest wall. He felt your body tremble at the contact, your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, seeking support and resistance. His hands slid under your legs, opening you shamelessly. His hard, imposing cock insistently rubbed against your wet, taut pussy. The glans rubbed against your clitoris with every movement, and that exact touch made you moan.

— Baby, please, end this punishment. Break this damn abstinence and let me take it all, make love to you, fill you like you love so much. — He begged in a broken voice, pleading more than commanding.

You looked at him, with eyes that reflected a mixture of power and tenderness that only you could show, and you responded with a sigh that seemed both a caress and a warning.

— Keep rubbing yourself like that, and maybe I'll think about whether to let you put it in me or not. However, if you put it in without my permission, I swear I'll increase the abstinence time. — you whispered, a sly smile appearing on your lips.

He growled in frustration, but obeyed, sliding his tireless cock against your wet pussy lips. The wet, obscene sound that formed filled the room, mingling with the deep, clipped moans escaping both of you. This felt even worse than not being able to touch you at all. However, by the time the pace became frantic, and his hips rocked wildly, pressing against you relentlessly, he couldn't hold back and begged again, almost desperately.

— Please, let me in. I can't take it anymore. I swear I'm dying without you. Don't torture me anymore. — His voice had a whiny tone, and his dilated, glittering pupils accompanied his words.

To which you also broke away, and soon, before you could stop yourself, a heartfelt confession escaped your lips.

— I’m suffering too, Lee Heeseung — you began, raising your voice a little more than expected. But it was your emotions finally surfacing and exposing what you were truly feeling. — Do you think this isn’t a fucking hell for me too? My insides ache with need to have you inside, throbbing incessantly. But even though I’m dying for you, I need to maintain control. My jealousy and possessiveness are getting the better of me.

He looked away for a moment, touched by your vulnerability and the rawness of your words. You were finally being honest with him, and he felt so different. He looked back at you and, with a sigh filled with love and regret, replied.

— I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to make you feel this way. I never meant to force you to punish me to make it clear that you were hurt or that you were in charge in this relationship. I love you. You know you mean everything to me, and I wouldn’t want to hurt you. I know why you're like this. I know you didn't like what I did, and seeing me act that way with someone who isn't you. I know I let you down in some way. It was just an appearance on a talk show; I was drunk, I know. But please, remember what I told you back then, in the middle of our conversation, and I repeat it now… To me, you're only you, and it always will be. —his words were a promise, a balm for both of us.

Both pairs of lips sought each other again, and found each other just like before, melting into a kiss filled with need, desperation, and love all at the same time. While his hips continued pressing against you, rubbing relentlessly, marking every inch of skin. He returned to his frenetic rhythm as a moment ago, making you moan into his mouth. He swallowed your sounds, drinking in the pure ecstasy unleashed between you. His hands tightened around your lower legs, pushing them sideways, opening you even further.

It wasn't until they were gasping for air that they released each other's lips, both panting and staring at each other heatedly. Then, in the midst of that moment, you were the first to say something.

— Put it all in now, okay? — you begged hoarsely, arousal tightening your throat. — Break this damn abstinence and give me what we both need so much.

He didn't hesitate. His firm hand gripped the base of his hard, hot cock, guiding himself straight into you. The tip pressed against your wet entrance and slowly began to slide in, parting your inner folds, stretching you with intense heat, inch by inch, until his entire length was inside, tight and burning, filling you completely. You felt him nestle deep inside, sending shock waves through every nerve in your body.

Your walls clung to him with a natural suction, engulfing him, embracing him with a sticky heat that made him gasp. His fingers dug into your hips for support, while his eyes met yours, shameless and unconfined. Your gaze was lost in his, your pupils dilated, your breath ragged.

— Do it hard. I want you to make me take it all without hesitation. — you murmured, your voice cracking and panting, your hands gripping his neck tightly.

A crooked, malicious smile spread across his moist, parted lips. His eyes shone with unbridled passion, as if every word you just said rekindled the fire inside him.

— This is just how I planned to do it to you, baby. — he affirmed, pressing your body more firmly against the wall, to reassure you.

He withdrew until only the tip remained inside, and then, with a sharp thrust that made your insides vibrate, he penetrated deep, driving himself inside you forcefully. The action was repeated a couple more times, making you almost scream. Then he thrust in and out without pause, with a hungry rhythm, punishing your body, seeking to fill every corner of your interior.

Every vein, every ridge of his cock rubbed and massaged your inner walls with a fierce intensity that made you whimper with pleasure and desperation. The wet, sticky sound of his member sliding into your moist heat was accompanied by moans and gasps, creating an obscene and delicious chant.

He was so intensely passionate about your carnal connection, unbridled and unrestrained.

The oozing of your fluids flowed between you, a dense, fiery river that soaked your bodies, sealing that raw and necessary union. He had you pinned against the wall, your legs raised and open, held tightly beneath your thighs. Each thrust was abrupt, a blow that split you in two, that shook you from the depths. You felt his cock fill you to the limit, entering you hard, grazing spots that made you see stars. He held you like this, completely his, elevated, trapped between his warm body and the cold wall, as if he wanted to devour you from the inside.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, scratching the skin, clinging to him as if he were the only real thing in the midst of the whirlwind. Your moans were now stifled screams, and his breath crashed against your neck, laden with fire, wetness, and pure instinct. The rhythm was brutal, constant, as if it wanted to break and rebuild you with each thrust.

You couldn't stop touching yourself; lowering one of your hands until your fingers insisted on rubbing your clit, making you even wetter, searching for that spark that was already burning in your belly and about to explode. You felt each thrust pushing you closer to the abyss, and when you opened your lips to beg, you could barely get it out.

— Hee, please... don't stop. I'm so close... give me more... please. — you moaned, your voice cracking, your chest heaving with every breath.

He grunted, and that guttural sound was all you needed. He didn't stop. Quite the opposite. He fucked you harder, with precision that was all too accurate, as if his body knew exactly what you needed and wouldn't stop until he'd given you everything.

And then it happened…

You felt him tense even further inside you, the pressure increasing, the intensity becoming unbearable. A second later, your orgasm shook you from the very center of your belly to your fingertips, making you tremble violently. Your walls squeezed him in a suffocating manner, and he came at the same time, erupting in deep waves that filled you completely. He stayed inside you for a moment, trembling too, his muscles tense, his face hidden in your neck, panting heavily.

Then, carefully, he pulled out of you and, still breathing heavily, lowered you to the floor, supporting you as your legs gave way. He caressed your face lovingly and then took your hand, slowly guiding you to the nearby table. Along the way, he murmured, his voice still raspy from exertion:

—Lean against the table. I want to feast on you while I fuck you with my eyes on that tattoo. — he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

You shuddered, but obeyed. You leaned your elbows on the cold surface, arching your back deliberately, offering yourself again. You knew what was coming and you were eagerly awaiting it. He positioned himself behind you, aligning his still-hard length with your hot, wet entrance. Without warning, he entered you again with a single thrust, drawing a high-pitched moan from you. The rhythm he resumed was merciless from the start, and each crash of his pelvis against your buttocks resonated like a direct blow. His hands gripped your waist as his gaze lowered, devouring the tattoo adorning your skin.

— Fuck... You have no idea how incredibly sexy you look like this. — he murmured in a raspy voice, lost between gasps. His hand came down and gave you a firm, resounding spank, making you whimper audibly.

The spank left a burning heat that spread like liquid fire beneath your skin. It hurt, yes, but it was the kind of pain that merges with pleasure, sending you straight to the brink of delirium. Heeseung didn't let up for a second; he kept pounding into you mercilessly, each thrust a shock that shakes your insides, a raw affirmation that you are his. You feel it in every inch he enters, claiming you with that explicit intensity that knows no bounds.

His fingers dig into your waist, he grips you as if he could melt into you, as if his only goal was to remain inside you. Your moans are no longer coherent; they've become clumsy, interrupted by the breathing you can't regulate. You could only let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure that takes control away from you. The sweat mingling on your bodies; skin against skin, heavy panting, breaths that clashed in a sick echo of desire and need. He lowered his mouth to your neck, licking with hunger, biting with fury. You felt his teeth sink in, leaving a raw signature that would burn for days.

— You're mine, and only mine, babygirl. Only I can have you like this — he growls against your skin, his voice raspy, filled with that primal instinct that consumes him. Every word entered you like every thrust of his. — Are you going to hold out any longer? Because I won't stop until I leave you shaking.

You couldn't respond; you had no voice left, no breath, no will other than to surrender to his possession. Each time he thrust into you, he pushed harder, Deeper, the pleasure ached. Your muscles trembled, your nails scraped the tabletop, and then you felt it, that hot pressure building, overflowing, that you could no longer stop. The orgasm spilled over once more, your walls squeezing him with overwhelming intensity, and that brought him his own release. He let out a deep moan, and you felt his cum gush out in waves, filling you without pause, hot, thick, claiming every inch of you.

Still trembling, he slid out of you with a wet sound. The cum trickled slowly down your thighs, mixed with your own juices, and it was so obscenely delicious that you felt a new shudder run down your spine.

Heeseung watched you with blazing eyes, between gasps, and a crooked smile that held no arrogance, only boundless adoration. He leaned closer, caressing your back, his voice turning soft as he spoke.

— You're amazing. You always take it so well. A real good girl to me. — he murmurs, his voice husky, still breathless, as his fingers grip your waist in a more affectionate gesture.

Without giving you time to process anything, he firmly lowers himself into a nearby chair. His thighs are still tense, his cock still hard, glistening with the mixture of both of you. You carefully move away from the table, your legs still trembling and your body vibrating with the echoes of the recent frenzy. As soon as you take a step back, you feel Heeseung's hand intertwine with yours, firm but gentle, pulling you with a delicacy that contrasts with the roughness of a moment ago.

Without taking his eyes off yours, he brings your hand to his lips and places a warm kiss on your knuckles, as if he adores every inch of you, that simple gesture reminding you that despite the intensity, his love is no less present. His hot breath brushes your skin, and the depth of his gaze leaves you speechless for a second.

— Come here, sweetheart. Now it's your turn to take control. — he whispers, his raspy voice vibrating low in his chest, heavy with what seems to be lust and reverence.

His smile curves slightly, that gesture he only gives you when he's completely surrendered and vulnerable. Even sitting, legs spread and his hard cock resting against his abdomen, he seems more than ready to give himself over to whatever comes. His gaze isn't a request, it's an invitation for you to claim him as yours.

Your body moves without thinking. You approach with steps filled with pure desire. You climb astride him, feeling the heat of his thighs against yours. His cock throbs in your hand as you take it, thick, throbbing. You line it up without taking your eyes off him, and you sink in slowly, every inch a delicious tear that fills you completely. Once inside, the world disappears again. You rest your feet on the low sides of the chair and your hands grip his shoulders. You feel the heat of his body, the subtle tremor of his muscles as he gazes at you as if you're the most fucking perfect thing he's ever touched.

Then you move...

You start slowly, setting the pace with your hips, letting him feel every contraction, every movement of your hungry pussy around his hot member. He gasps, his fingers digging into your waist, and his head falls back for a second, overwhelmed.

— Like that... move like that. Look at you, you're driving me crazy. — he growls, his raspy voice ripping through his throat as his eyes bore into you as if he can't believe what he's seeing.

You respond with a dark smile, thick with arrogance. You grip his shoulders tightly and ride him mercilessly. You go up and down on his cock in a relentless rhythm, feeling it push itself all the way in with each plunge. The wet sound of your pussy taking him mingles with the dry slap of your skin against his, forming a filthy symphony that fills the room. Your insides clench around him, squeezing him hard, and he felt it. You know it from the way his abdomen tensed, from the gasp that escaped between his teeth as his fingers dug into your buttocks, holding you desperately, as if he needed more of you and didn't know how to ask for it.

His mouth soon found your neck. Licking, sucking, and biting without delicacy. The heat of his tongue sliding over your collarbone and his teeth leaving new marks over existing ones. His need overflows with every movement.

— Fuck, you're so wet... so damn tight... — he moaned against your skin, and you didn't stop. You ride him harder, bouncing on him, making his cock sink in with a loud pop with each thrust.

Your hips punish him, dominate him, consume him. Your breasts heave with each movement, sweat mingles between your bodies, and he moans through gritted teeth, almost on the verge of another imminent orgasm.

— Don't stop, you'll make me cum inside you again. — he whimpers desperately, his fingers digging insistently into the skin of your ass cheeks.

You look down on him, feel him tremble, vulnerable, surrendered, and that only turns you on more. You slide your fingers down the back of his neck, pull his hair back, and tilt his head, forcing him to look into your eyes.

— Then cum and fill me again. — you command in a raspy voice, drenched in lust, as you kiss him fiercely, sucking on his tongue as if you couldn't get enough of him, as if you wanted to melt him into yours.

He breaks with a moan that comes from deep within his chest, hoarse, panting, primal. You feel him explode inside you, hot and overflowing, his cum filling you relentlessly. But you don't stop for a second. You continue riding him relentlessly, your movements intense, uncontrolled, as if you were trying to drag him to a breaking point from which he could never return.

His body trembles beneath yours, completely subservient to you, the overstimulation visible in every spasm that shakes him. His cock throbs inside you, still hard, still yours, even as you exhaust him mercilessly.

— Release yourself for me — he whispers against your lips, his voice shattered, a stifled moan creeping into every word. — Come on, you need to do this too. Soak me again, beautiful.

He reaches a hand between your bodies, and his fingers find your clit, rubbing it with that perfect rhythm, as if his sole purpose in life is to make you squirt all over him. You cling to his arms, fingers marking his skin, and you let go. You break. Your muscles tense, your insides squeeze him with devastating strength, and you come undone with a cry that cuts through the air, soaking him everywhere, trembling over him as your orgasm consumes you until you are breathless.

And still, you don't let go.

Heeseung is completely at your mercy, and in that position, his submission is so palpable it drives you crazy. His hands grip your waist tightly. His breathing is erratic, his gasps becoming increasingly sharp and ragged, filled with suppressed tension, and his gaze rises to you, pleading and surrendered.

— Darling, you're a goddess, you play against my sanity every time I see you like this... so fucking good, so perfect... — His voice breaks in a shaky breath, and when his jaw trembles, he adds with heartbreaking sincerity. — I love you so much, I'm so obsessed with you, definitely."

Your pupils dilate at the sound of it, and although those words thrill you, what truly sets you on fire inside is how shamelessly he gives himself to you. Then, without warning, his head falls back, exposing his tense and vulnerable neck, like an open invitation, like a silent plea.

— Mark me. I can't stand it anymore because you always hold back, avoiding leaving traces of your wonderful presence on my body. — He says, his voice almost breaking, a plea that digs into your chest and reaches the spot between your legs.

And you don't hesitate. You let your body lean forward a little, without losing control of your hips, which continue to rise and fall with a firm, overwhelming rhythm, and you bring your lips to his throat. Your tongue runs over his Adam's apple and you feel him shudder. He moans in a higher pitch, while your teeth dig into his skin. You mark him on his collarbone, in the curve of his neck and shoulder, leaving small bites and bruises.

— All of this is mine, do you understand? — you whisper in a deep voice, between gasps, as you run a hand down his sweaty torso, marking each line with your nails as if you were claiming territory. — Every part of you belongs to me."

Your words upset him. He moans your name, clinging even tighter to you, his fingers desperately marking your skin. He comes again, convulsing beneath you, consumed by the intensity of the moment, filling you with another wave of heat, thick and deep. But you don't stop. You can't. Not yet.

Your body keeps moving, relentless, driven by an almost cruel frenzy. You purposefully overstimulate him, wanting to take him to that limit where he no longer knows if he's feeling pain or ecstasy. Your hips slam into him with wet force, and his cock throbs inside you with hypersensitivity, trembling, trying to resist.

— Please... stop... I can't take it anymore... — he whispers between loud gasps and sobs of pure pleasure, his hands trembling at your sides, his body curling as if it might break.

But you lean down toward his face, and with disturbing sweetness, you brush away his damp hair.

— Just one more, baby boy. One more for me, okay? — you whisper against his lips, your voice clouded with lust but also with perverse tenderness. — Be my good boy and let yourself go again."

You cup his face with both hands, forcing him to look at you, your hips never stopping for a second. Your movements become deeper, more demanding. His body shakes, his eyes flash between submission and imminent climax, and you just smile, knowing he's completely surrendered. His moans turn into desperate whimpers, his voice almost inaudible, lost between the devastating pleasure and the absolute love he has for you.

Finally, the climax comes like a storm for both of you. His body convulses violently, his legs tremble, his hands grip your thighs, and you too let yourself go, cumming on him once more. Sweat runs down your bodies, fluids trickle between your legs, your reddened skin burns at every point of contact.

And then, just when you think there's nothing left to untie, when your body vibrates at the height of pleasure and everything seems to fade away in a breath, you hear his trembling voice, barely a murmur between gasps.

— Baby, it's too much... it's starting to hurt...

The blow was immediate. Those words hit you like a bucket of ice water, instantly breaking the fog of desire. Your body freezes, and your breath abruptly stops. You bolt upright, eyes wide open, searching for his face, and the euphoria that had gripped you a second ago is replaced by a burning anguish.

— Love, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. Did I hurt you? Tell me, please tell me if I hurt you. I didn't mean to, I... — the words tumble from your mouth, barely a whisper that begins to tremble. Your heart pounds, no longer from sex, but from fear.

You feel breathless as you look at him, scanning every gesture on his face as if waiting for an alarm signal, something to tell you how bad things are. Your hands tremble slightly as you clumsily touch him, trying to reassure yourself that he's okay, that he's still with you, that you didn't accidentally break him.

But Heeseung, even with his skin still burning and his body exhausted, reacts in seconds. He gently cups your face, his palms firm but soft against your sweat-damp cheeks. Without saying a word, he pulls you towards him and kisses you. It's a different kiss, without urgency, without tension; a warm balm that aims to soothe more than words could. His mouth melts into yours in a serene caress, as if he wants to restore your peace of mind through contact.

When he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply, and in a deep but loving voice, he whispers:

— Hey, calm down. I'm fine. You don't have to get so worked up, okay? I just need a moment to calm down, that's all — He strokes your cheeks with his thumbs, with infinite tenderness, and gives a soft, almost amused smile, adding with a sigh heavy with surrender. — You definitely took everything from me, gorgeous.

His arms wrap around you then, surrounding you with that warmth of his that has always been your refuge, and you can only release the breath you'd been holding. Without saying a word, you let your chin rest on his shoulder, snuggling against him, your heart still racing. You look across the room, trying to sort out the turmoil swirling in your head.

Both of your bodies remain entwined on the chair, still damp, trembling, marked by the intensity of the act. The air is still hot, thick, impregnated with sweat and shallow breaths. But now the silence is different; It's no longer just stillness, but a pause that seems to contain something unspoken, a tenuous tension that floats between the two of you.

Heeseung senses it immediately. His body moves subtly, and he carefully separates you just a few inches so he can look at you. He holds you with an almost reverential delicacy, and seeing your lost expression, he tilts his head tenderly.

— What's going on in that little head of yours? — he asks with a soft smile, seeking to sweetly break the density of the moment.

Your eyes cloud over for a second before the words come out, almost in a guilty whisper.

— I'm sorry, I really am, Hee. I didn't think I could let myself go like this. I'd never felt something so intense and not realized it. I could have hurt you, all because I was letting my emotions get the better of me. — Your voice cracks a little at the end, and you look at him with genuine fear, waiting for his response as if your ability to breathe depended on it.

— You don't have to apologize to me, babe — he murmurs, his warm voice sounding warm and enveloping. — I couldn't explain myself well either. It wasn't that it hurt exactly, it was just that I was starting to lose my erection, and that made him feel strange, even uncomfortable. I guess it was easier to say it hurt. — he lets out a small, dry laugh, embarrassed, but sincere.

You stare at him, trying to read beyond his words, and although the explanation sounds logical, there's something in you that still isn't entirely convinced. Without saying anything, you carefully lift your hips, gently pulling him out of you. You both watch in silence as a thick mixture of fluids spills from your pussy, but in reality, none of that matters anymore. The only thing that matters now is him. His well-being. His peace of mind.

The atmosphere settles with a strange, almost solemn peace. The room still smells of sex, of warm bodies, of sweat slowly cooling on the skin, but a gentle silence settles between you, filled with connection more than words. You press yourself against his chest again and rest your head on his shoulder, seeking the warmth of his closeness. Heeseung circles your back with his large hand, drawing slow, deliberate caresses, as if he wanted to memorize every millimeter that made you up.

— I love you, darling... — he began, speaking lightly and genuinely. — So much so that sometimes it's scary. Every day it becomes more impossible for me to imagine myself without this, without you, without us. Without everything we are and everything we're building. Fuck, how am I supposed to live without this connection?"

The lump in your throat prevents you from speaking at first, but you manage to nod, and then your voice joins his, soft, soothing, full of tenderness:

— I love you too, Hee. More than I ever thought I could love. — Although it was something you often declared, the words didn't lose their charm.

You brought your hand to his face, and he didn't need you to say anything else. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as your palm caressed his cheek. He let the warmth of your skin envelop him and sighed at the cool contrast of the promise ring against his face. That simple detail brings a faint smile, filled with suppressed emotion.

After a few seconds, he helps you get off his lap and slowly stands up. You react instantly.

— Are you okay? Aren't you sore? — you ask, frowning, unable to help but worry.

— That's my question to ask, not the other way around — he replies, simultaneously letting out a soft laugh, laced with playful irony. And without giving you a chance to respond, he leans down and takes you in his arms bridal-style. He surrounds you with the warmth of his embrace, and with an exaggeratedly solemn gesture, he declares : —Time for a shower, and then a post-coital nap. We've earned it.

After the bath, already clean, dressed in light clothes, and their hair still damp from the shower, they fall onto the bed. Outside, the sun barely filters through the window, gilding the room with the last warm tones of the sunset. The air smells of soap and warm skin. There are no traces of all the chaos they'd previously experienced, only the calm that comes after having given it their all.

Under the sheets, their bodies intertwine naturally. There's no need to find a particular position; they simply fit together. And amid the settling of rest, their lips meet in soft, slow, and lazy kisses. They're not trying to provoke, just to linger. Kisses of reassurance, of gratitude. Of quiet love.

You snuggle closer against him, your fingers playing with the hem of his shirt. You look at him tenderly, and a whisper escapes from your lips that seems to come straight from your soul.

— I love you so much, Hee.

Heeseung smiles without opening his eyes. He caresses your arm with his fingertips and responds with a murmur that sinks sweetly and deeply into your heart:

— I love you even more, my baby.

He leans down slightly and places one last kiss on your forehead, warm, tender, like an invisible seal. And there, in that corner where everything is safe, where only the two of you exist, sleep slowly envelops you. Between the folds of the sheets, between your crossed arms, everything is at peace. You fell asleep, cuddled, in silence, your bodies still beating to the same rhythm. And so, without noise, without further words, the session ends with what is most abundant between both of you : love.

[heesngirl]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 - 𝐘𝐎𝐔 - 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 : 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞...

© minheesk | heesngirl

[heesngirl]

Synopsis : Just Heeseung playing hard to get. Although, he eventually ends up giving in to the truly effective methods you have to get his attention.

— Heeseung x MC reader : established relationship, unprotected sex, spanking, couch sex, power dynamics, dom! Heeseung, vers! reader, cum filling, p in v, size kink (discreet). MDNI

For a better context, read "Fangirl" first.

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The anxiety bubbled in your stomach. It wasn't just the excitement of having completed a wonderful day at work, nor the fact that the man you'd admired, respected, and followed as an example for almost your entire life was on your show this afternoon. No, of course not. The initial excitement produced by Min Yoongi's presence in your recording studio lasted less than expected. In fact, you'd dare say it faded into the background, forgotten. Your mind could only think of something... or someone, rather.

Lee Heeseung.

You could barely concentrate, his actions and words still echoing in your mind, vibrating in your body, unconsciously raising goosebumps on your skin. That unspoken promise had a different kind of effect. It wasn't that you had no idea what he meant; of course you did. However, their sex life had finally escalated to the point of no return, where the simple initial touches and the intensity of foreplay were nothing compared to the visceral connection they had now so eagerly begun to share. Because of this, everything felt doubled; everything made you more sensitive, more needy, and it was worse when you hadn't been alone together for a while.

Even at this point, as you rode in the car with Joo Han, staring distractedly out the window, you weren't calm, your leg twitching anxiously, and inwardly you prayed the car would stop in front of your building.

And after a few minutes, that's what happened. Your heart fluttered, singing hallelujah as you opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Joo Han said something before you got out, but your brain didn't process it, too focused and focused on other thoughts, somewhere else.

You were used to greeting the doorman, but tonight the greeting didn't come. It was just you crossing the door, walking briskly to reach the elevator, impatiently pressing the button until the doors finally opened in front of you, and you stepped in without much thought. Now inside the metal cabin, seeing your own accelerated appearance reflected in the mirrors, you began to berate yourself for so much excitement, and also for where the anticipation was leading you. You didn't want to think too much about it, but you still convinced yourself to calm down.

With that in mind, you exited the elevator as soon as you reached your floor. Your footsteps began to echo down the hallway, fading once you were in front of your door. You punched in the code with nimble fingers and entered the apartment without the slightest hesitation, barely closing the door behind you with a soft click. You immediately left your bag in the hall, right next to the coat rack, and after that, you slipped on your boots with practiced movements.

You took firm steps toward the living room, almost by inertia following that inner impulse that led you directly to him. And it was no surprise to find him there, lying on the couch, his gaze fixed on the Nintendo Switch screen in his hands. The warm lights of the room cast soft shadows over his relaxed face, and although he appeared to be absorbed in the game, as soon as he noticed your presence, his eyes rose, shining with that special sparkle that only you knew how to evoke.

Without a word, he put the console aside and opened his arms toward you, as if the place on his body was the only valid place for you to rest. You didn't hesitate for a second. You approached and lightly fell on top of him, settling into his chest, letting your bodies fit together with instinctive precision. The hug that enveloped you was warm, suffocating in the best possible way, and you stayed there, breathing in his scent, feeling his hand begin to slowly caress your back.

Heeseung leaned down slightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead with his signature enveloping sweetness, his fingers moving in gentle circles over the fabric of your vest.

— So you really took me at my word. — he murmured against your skin, his voice full of grace, but with a hint of desire that was hard to ignore.

The smile that formed on your lips was immediate, but you didn't respond when you felt his hand move down, abandoning your back to firmly grip the curve of your buttocks. The gesture had just the right amount of pressure to make you let out a soft gasp against his collarbone.

— You look so fucking sexy in this... — he added, his gaze briefly lowering, scanning the elegant folds of the outfit that still covered your figure. His words caressed every part of you with the same intention as his hands.

— Your reactions mean too much to me — you replied quietly, brushing your lips against his without yet giving him the full kiss you knew he was waiting for. — I'm not the one to deny my boy the pleasure of being the one to take this off from me.

Heeseung's smile was immediate, the one that barely curved one side of his mouth and darkened his face. His eyes narrowed dangerously. Without another word, he held you tighter, pressing your body against his without releasing his grip on your rear. His other hand moved up to the back of your neck, wrapping it around you with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness. He pulled you toward him, and finally, his lips captured yours.

The kiss was slow at first, but dense, charged with all the pent-up desire from that afternoon. Your lips molded to his with familiarity, but also hunger. He growled through his teeth as he remembered that you yourself had rejected this hours before. And he didn't hide it; he gently bit your lower lip, as if he wanted to mark his claim and make it clear he hadn't yet forgotten that scene.

You felt it. That small, silent reproach. So, with a brief laugh, you moved away just a few inches, just enough to look into his eyes and slide your fingers over his jaw.

— I'm already planning to make it up to you for this afternoon, Hee. — you whispered, entangling yourself even more in his closeness. He looked back at you with a greedy glint in his eyes, his smile now completely sly.

— Well, let's not waste any time, baby girl. — he said in a low but determined voice, the same one he used when he'd already crossed the line of self-control.

Before you could respond, he easily picked you up, holding you in his arms as if you weighed absolutely nothing. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he carried you upstairs, never letting go, never giving you any respite. Along the way, his mouth never left yours, his kisses grew deeper, more urgent, and his hands began to work on your clothes.

First it was the vest. He unbuttoned it with almost mechanical skill, tossing it wherever it fell, not caring much about where it would go. Then it was the white shirt, which he opened button by button, with hair-raising slowness. The pads of his fingers brushed your skin with every movement, making you shudder without even fully undressing. When they reached the bedroom, he gently placed you on the floor, holding you close, his body still pressed against yours. Then, slowly, he slid the shirt off your shoulders, letting it fall with such sensual deliberation that it made your breath catch. The garment slid down your arms until it lay in a small pile at your feet.

And there you were, standing before him, topless, covered only by a black lace bra that molded your delicate breasts perfectly. The contrast between the fabric and your light skin only intensified the effect. Your breasts looked firm, lifted, popping with that provocative hue that only lace could accentuate.

Heeseung remained completely silent for a second, his gaze fixed on you, his eyes dilated and his chest rising slowly as he gazed at you adoringly. His pupils trailed over your lace-covered chest, admiring how the dark design stood out against your skin. He swallowed, and when he finally spoke, his voice turned husky, thick with desire controlled by thin threads:

— Baby, you have no idea how fucking irresistible you look like this. I don't know if I'm going to be able to contain myself tonight. — And with that, his fingers slid to the edge of the lace, tracing it with his fingers.

The space between you disappeared in a blink as he leaned toward you, his lips searching your neck with the precision that only time, trust, and shared intimacy could bring. The warmth of his breath brushed your skin before his mouth descended to kiss the curve of your shoulder, soft at first, but with obvious intent. The wet touch of his tongue mingled with the light touch of his nose, inhaling your scent like oxygen.

While his mouth worked on that sensitive area, his hands worked on the clasp of your bra. It was only a matter of seconds. A soft click, and the tension eased. He slowly slid the straps over your shoulders, sending shivers through your spine. When the garment fell to the floor, leaving you exposed in front of him, the cool air of the room hit your skin, raising your eyebrows. Your nipples hardened instantly, and Heeseung smiled faintly—not out of mockery, but out of pure devotion—before bringing both hands directly to the soft mounds. His fingers molded to the contours of your skin, playing with the weight, applying just the right amount of pressure, as if his palms remembered every shape, every curve. His thumb ran over your nipples with a firm brush that drew a shaky gasp from you. He leaned closer, his lips pressed against your ear, his voice descending to a harsh, possessive murmur.

— These beauties are mine... — he murmured, his low, thick tone rumbling against your neck. — Every inch of you is. Out and inside, too."

The shudder that ran down your spine was immediate. You let out a soft, breathy, breathless laugh as you tilted your head back slightly, enjoying the touch of His mouth on your skin, the security of his grip on your body.

— You still have one more piece of clothing to take off, baby boy. — you whispered playfully, teasing him with the promise of what was yet to be revealed.

He didn't miss a beat. He lowered a hand to your waist and with confident movements, began to unbutton his dress pants. He didn't rush, slowly unzipping them, that darkened gaze fixed on your eyes, as if he enjoyed the act of undressing you more than anything that came next. His mind was already picturing the continuity of the lingerie: lace matching the bra he'd removed earlier, the black material outlining your hips perfectly. But when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of the garment and began to pull it down, his breath stopped for a moment. The first thing he encountered wasn't lace, it was bare skin, soft and padded. Your pelvis was exposed.

He blinked once. Then again. His pupils dilated even further as he took in what he was seeing. The pants fell a little further, sliding down your legs, and his hand froze right on your hip. Before he could blurt out the question already forming in his mind, you smiled as if you'd been expecting it.

— I had to wear it like this — you began casually, though the mischief in your eyes betrayed the casualness of your words. — This morning I had a butt and leg routine, so I ended up a little swollen. The pants wouldn't fit my buttocks and panties together. So I opted to simply skip them.

Heeseung exhaled through his nose, as if his self-control was cracking. It didn't take him long to react. His hand, large and warm, descended to your now-exposed ass, cupping it firmly, kneading the bare flesh as if it belonged to him. There was no shame in the grip. It was crude, intentional, and his voice, when he spoke, carried that tone of indignation that only he could combine with desire.

— Were you really walking like that? — he asked with a mixture of disbelief and reproach, squeezing a buttock between his fingers as his brows furrowed slightly. — Without anything underneath, in those tight pants, knowing what men are like?

His hands didn't stop. The groping was constant, almost punitive, delighting in every inch of your skin. He leaned a little closer, getting closer to your ear, and his voice became lower, more tense.

— I'm sure more than one noticed — he growled, as if saying it made his jaw clench even more. — Now it makes sense why Suga sunbae-nim was staring at your ass when you were explaining the planned dynamic.

You were surprised by the comment, and laughter escaped your lips without you being able to contain it. The contrast between his possessive tone and the absurdity of the accusation was too much to take seriously.

— Please, Lee Heeseung, — you replied ironically, tilting your head slightly to get a better look at him. — The man barely looked me in the eye while I was interviewing him. And you think he's going to be staring at my ass?

The way you said it, so serious and mocking at the same time, only fueled Heeseung's expression of suppressed indignation. He pursed his lips, and his fingers pressed harder against the flesh of your hips before he let out a low exhalation, a mixture of annoyance and frustration.

— It's not crazy, babe. You don't notice it because you don't pay attention to such details, but I do see those looks in other men. — His tone became deeper, more intimate.

You remained silent for a moment, savoring what that confession truly implied. The intensity with which he desired you, with which he cared for you, with which you dominated him even when you didn't mean to. Then, you smirked and continued to prick his ego bubble.

— Well, the only one who really seemed to be losing his mind with my appearance today was you.

He stopped. For a second, he didn't even blink. His gaze locked with yours, dark and penetrating, and his lips curved into an arrogant smirk.

— I'm your boyfriend. I have every right to desire you to the point of madness, to the point where I want to devour you whenever and wherever — he declared almost haughtily, sliding his other hand to the small of your back, tracing the curve of your body with his fingers. — So don't lump me in with other idiots who can only look at you. I'm on a different level.

— Then explain something to me... — you murmured mockingly, crossing your arms under your bust as you leaned a little closer to him. You lowered your voice with venomous coquettishness, letting each word drip with provocation. — If you're on another level, as you say, why bother with such absurd jealousy? And even more so, why get indignant about something inevitable? As inevitable as me getting wet for you without much effort.

The playful crudeness of your comment struck like a bolt of lightning in the already charged atmosphere. For a second, you saw it. The way his expression cracked slightly, his eyelashes fluttering rapidly, and he looked away, clenching his jaw as if trying to hide the sudden internal combustion you caused. That slight blush in his ears didn't go unnoticed. You'd caught him off guard, and it fascinated you.

Your smile widened subtly, pleased by his reaction, and then you let your steps bring you closer. You pressed yourself against him, your body fitting into his as if you belonged there. Reflexively, Heeseung moved one of his hands to your waist, holding you with a delicious firmness, marking his territory with his grip.

— Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to doing it to me now? — you asked bluntly, your voice soft but drenched in provocation. However, the answer you got wasn't what you expected.

Heeseung calmly tilted his face, his expression becoming almost indifferent, though his eyes still burned with desire. A crooked smile appeared on his lips, sly and mocking.

— If I remember correctly... — he began slowly, releasing your waist with a slowness that hurt. — I only promised to take off your clothes. I never offered to do anything more, baby girl.

His words floated between you with an icy air that contrasted with the heat between your bodies. You looked at him, puzzled at first, and then with your brows furrowed in clear disbelief.

Was he serious?

You wanted to retort, but he'd already turned, walking toward the door, as if the tension you both shared didn't affect him at all.

— You could take a shower, gorgeous — he commented in a neutral tone, though each word held a double meaning that made your chest churn. — Let's see if that helps with the heat.

And without further ado, he left the room, leaving you standing there, your skin burning and your mind blank from the provocation. To which you clicked your tongue in frustration, turning on your heels with a deep exhale.

— This isn't going to end like this, Lee Heeseung. — you muttered with a resigned sigh as you walked to the bathroom. It was clear to you that this war was just beginning, and you weren't going to lose.

It had been a while since you'd stepped out of the shower. Your skin was still fresh, your body relaxed from the cold water, and your nighttime scent permeated every step you took. You'd taken your time with the routine, not only to calm yourself, but also in the hope that your beloved boyfriend had returned to the room. However, when you gently pushed the door and peeked inside, the emptiness of the bed was all you found. There was no Heeseung there. So you decided passive strategies weren't an option. You were going to play your cards right: directly and boldly.

And with that in mind, you left the bedroom completely naked. The light breeze from the hallway caressed your skin, causing you to shiver involuntarily, but you still walked determinedly down the stairs, as if every step were part of a meticulous plan to break his resistance.

There he was, sitting on the couch, the Switch now connected to the TV. He was holding only the controller in his hands, focused on his game. You approached from behind him, and when you were close enough, you leaned in to wrap both arms around his neck. Your breasts pressed directly against the back of his neck, and you felt his breathing change immediately. A slight start, but nothing more. He didn't turn around, much less look at you, or even say a word.

That wasn't in your calculations...

You pursed your lips in a grimace of slight annoyance, and gracefully moved around the couch until you were standing in front of him. His gaze remained fixed on the screen, as if immune to your presence. The challenge was as heavy as the heat you already felt rising in your belly. Wasting no more time, you climbed astride him, positioning yourself precisely on his lap. Your naked body fit perfectly against his, the warmth of your skin meeting the soft texture of the sweatpants he was wearing. You pressed your thighs against his hips and thought that would be it.

"Checkmate." That's what you thought.

But instead of collapsing under your provocation, he simply wrapped his arms around your waist, resting the controller behind you, against your lower back. Then he tilted his head slightly to the side, so he couldn't lose sight of the screen. Pretending that your body wasn't an obstacle, but part of the scenery. At this, your jaw tightened. Dismay hit you full force.

Was he really doing this?

Yet you didn't pull away; you just stood there. And although his face maintained a serene expression, inside, Heeseung felt on the verge of collapse.

You were there, naked on top of him, so confident in your influence, aware of every touch, every pressure, and every slightest movement. Your warm, wet pussy pressed against his sweatpants like a cruel mockery of his self-control. Every inch of your body surrendered to his, while his hands continued to play the game of indifference, holding the remote as if that might distract him from the delicious hell he was in.

He was fighting. And losing.

He couldn't deny that he loved you like this: uninhibited, confident, so comfortable in your own skin, that you didn't hesitate to show yourself completely, without a single drop of shame, just for the pleasure of provoking him. And that was what killed him. It wasn't just physical perfection, but what you represented: trust, desire, power. You were his, and at the same time, you knew how to manipulate him like no one else.

He gritted his teeth. He breathed through his nose. And yet, his member continued to grow beneath you, betraying him hopelessly. He knew he couldn't hold out much longer. But for now, he pretended it didn't affect him, that the heat of your body didn't burn beneath his skin, that having the most fucking perfect temptation sitting on top of him wasn't leaving him on the verge of breaking.

The minutes passed, but for him, each one felt like an eternity. Especially because you were still there, relentless in your determination not to move away. You had settled in, resting your head on his shoulder, your body relaxed. However, what was destroying him the most were your small gestures. Every so often, with an almost innocent calm, your lips found the sensitive skin of his neck, leaving soft kisses that sent shivers down his spine that were impossible to hide.

His jaw tensed, his muscles too. And beneath his sweatpants, his erection throbbed with growing desperation. He could even feel how, with every touch or kiss from you, the pre-cum began to moisten the fabric. The desire was tangible, aching. His fingers tightened on the controller, his knuckles already white. His concentration had long since abandoned him. He wasn't winning a single game anymore; he was losing, in the game, in self-control, in everything.

Until finally, he couldn't take it anymore. So he dropped the controller to the side, without looking where it fell, and immediately pulled you into his arms, with a strength that spoke volumes about how much he'd held back. His face went straight into the crook of your neck, where he took refuge for a moment, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, a mixture of frustration, relief, and a brutal desire that threatened to devour him. He growled softly, barely a muffled sound that vibrated against your skin, and you did nothing but laugh with that flirtatious sweetness that so disarmed him.

— How is this possible? You've got me ruined, fucked up, and even obsessed with you — he murmured against your neck, his deep voice heavy with affection and desperation. His hands gripped your back tighter. — I wasn't wrong when I told you that time at the hotel that you're my ruin, gorgeous. You know how to put me at your mercy. — he whispered, his lips brushing your skin, as if those words couldn't exist without touching you.

In the proximity, your breathing remained in sync with his, each exhalation a shared sigh in that confined, tension-filled space. You were beneath him, his body firm and warm. The heat of his erection still pulsing between your thighs, so persistent, begging to be fully released. You could feel it throbbing against you, pressing with a raw urgency that fueled your own desperation. And yet, your need for answers kept you on edge, held by the thin thread of self-control.

Your fingers, slow, almost reverent, slid over the sharp line of his jaw, up his cheeks. The taut skin forced him to raise his gaze to yours. You wanted to see him, force him to face you with his eyes wide open.

— So... what led you to ignore me? Was it not wearing panties? Because of what I said about jealousy? Or are you still hurting from this afternoon when I rejected your kisses? — Your voice emerged, a low whisper, laden with mischief and curiosity.

Heeseung didn't respond immediately. His pupils darkened, and his jaw tensed beneath your fingers. The silence became dense, almost electric, until he suddenly exhaled forcefully. His hands lowered to your hips, holding you with that feeling of intense tenderness that characterized him. His fingers dug a little deeper, claiming space on your skin.

— Absolutely everything played a role — he murmured in a raspy voice, laden with a heat that seeped straight to your core. He leaned his face down to your ear, his hot breath caressing you. — I tried to calm down, to ignore you to keep a cool head, but you… you’re no help, baby. You drive me crazy, you upset me, and I can’t even get angry about it. — His voice trembled slightly, cracking with the frustration he couldn’t hide.

Then his hand descended slowly, sliding over the curve of your bare ass, gripping one cheek tightly and squeezing it mercilessly. A moan escaped you at the action. A spasm, as sudden as it was pleasurable, ran down your spine, eliciting an involuntary shudder. Noticing it, his gaze ignited with a feverish flash that mixed devotion with pure lust.

— You’re really killing me, baby. — he declared, looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered at that moment. To which you smiled, arrogant, powerful, with that fire that ignited his senses. You looked down on him, and your gaze captured him with an intensity that almost forced him to gasp.

— It's not that I'm killing, baby boy. I just know exactly how to push your buttons... — you whispered against his mouth. Pressing your body further, rubbing yourself against his bulge, generating a delicious friction that drew a sigh from you. — And when I know what I want, I get it. Besides, I-mmph!

You were about to add something else, one last tease. But the air was suddenly cut off by the dry, brutal sound of his palm hitting your buttock. The crack took your breath away. You gasped, surprised by the intensity, and your back arched instinctively, as if your body was asking for more.

— Heeseung! — you exclaimed, your eyes wide in surprise, about to protest. But there was no time.

Another slap fell, heavier, making your body shake on top of him. The heat spread across your skin like a white-hot wave, combining with the pleasure of feeling dominated, desired with a rawness that shattered all your schemes.

— What was that for? — you asked, your voice higher, more shaky. The gasp turned into something closer to a moan as you shuddered on his body. Heeseung licked his lips, his gaze on you as if you were a delicacy he was just beginning to devour.

— It's a punishment, baby girl. Today you rejected three of my kisses and ignored four calls. I'm going to get even for it. — he purred, a clear glint of perversion in his eyes.

Before you could even respond, the third slap fell. A precise blow that tore a deep moan from your throat. Your body reacted on its own, and you rose onto your knees, your hips moving back, arching your back, pushing your ass out, and your chest resting on his shoulder.

The couch creaked beneath both of you as you, without realizing it, placed yourself in an even more vulnerable and willing position. Heeseung held his breath for a second. Seeing you surrendered like this ignited something inside him he hadn't known he'd been waiting to feel.

— The kisses are settled, but there are still the phone calls to go. — he murmured, and then the fourth spank fell.

The sound was almost obscene, and the echo filled the room in a charged silence. Your body arched toward his, your nipples brushing against his chest, so hard and sensitive it hurt. You moaned again, and Heeseung looked at you, Devoted. Corrupted. Perversely satisfied.

— I'm not sure this punishment is working as it should — he suddenly commented in a mocking tone, watching you arch further out of pure reflex. — You seem to be enjoying it.

You gasped softly, your body still trembling from the wave of sensations that kept building. Your voice came out with a thread of sensuality and tenderness at the same time.

— I'm just trying to be good for you.

He lowered one hand, slowly caressing your thigh while his other palm continued to rest on the heated curve of your buttock. The intensity of his gaze didn't diminish.

— What about your dominant tendencies, darling? Aren't they going out to play tonight? — he murmured, bringing his face closer to your neck, where his teeth caught your collarbone and bit down just right. To the point of sweet pain.

Your fingers brushed his cheek, their touch gentle, and you gave him a smile full of promise. Then you replied:

— No, they won't — you murmured with a shaky breath, holding your ground. — Tonight, I just want you to be the one who takes it all.

And hearing that, Heeseung felt something inside him break. The last thread of self-control frayed, and in its place was born that raw need to make you his as only he knew how.

The last three spanks fell...

The fifth was sharp, direct, with that crack that drew a stifled cry from you. The sixth, wetter, left a stinging burn that spread across your skin like a fiery caress. And the last was a verdict. The blow landed hard, and your entire body shook, trembling in Heeseung's hands.

Your buttock were already red and sensitive, adorned with pink marks that spoke of the intensity of his hands. Bruised, yes. But deliciously alive. Every fiber of your being throbbed with that exquisite sting that not only didn't bother you, but actually drew pleasure from you. And just when you thought he was going to stop, his hand descended without warning, traveling between your legs with hungry slowness. He barely touched your pussy when a moan escaped you.

— Shit... — he murmured, his voice bathed in lust. His fingers delved between your nether lips, sliding easily thanks to the moisture. He slowly rubbed your clit. The precise touch of his fingers made you gasp, as an electric current shot through your abdomen. — Look how soaked you are, baby. — he said in a dirty whisper, without taking his gaze from your eyes.

His fingers began to work more deliberately on your clit, swirling, pressing, rubbing in slow, delicious circles that drove you wild. You arched into him, moving reflexively, grinding against his hand, seeking more friction.

— Always so needy, so fucking shameless, and it's all for me. — he growled with a sly smile, satisfaction brimming in his gaze.

You leaned forward, your hands seeking support on his shoulders as your body trembled. You dropped your head back, lips parted, moaning his name like a mantra. The simple touch of his fingers was enough to disarm you. You didn't need more; his control over you was absolute. He had you captivated with just his caresses.

In a moment, your eyes lifted again, colliding with his. The two of you stared at each other, their pupils dilated and their breaths ragged. Between the two of you, there was a voracious adoration, as deep as what you were about to do. In the midst of that instant, your gaze alight with desire, you spoke to him without a hint of shame, your raspy voice laced with pure need.

— I want to get down between your legs and suck you off. — you whispered, looking at him with an intensity that left him breathless, and the growl that emerged from his throat was so deep it vibrated in his chest, in the air, in your gut. His penis, hard and throbbing beneath his sweatpants, stirred at the sound of you, as if responding with a hunger of its own.

— Fuck, you always know how to blow my mind... — he murmured, closing his eyes for a second, clenching his jaw. But still, he shook his head. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he looked at you. — But there won't be any foreplay this time. You're so soaked, there won't be any need to use my fingers or eat you out. I want to put it in you now. — His tone was deep, definitive, and commanding.

He didn't give you time to process it. With a firm movement, he removed you from his lap, turned you around, and laid you down on the couch. Your legs were spread by inertia, your breasts moving to the rhythm of your labored breathing. You were exposed, damp, vibrating with desire, and completely at his mercy. The air was thick with lust. The moisture between your thighs was so palpable that every touch of skin made you shudder.

In an instant, Heeseung stood up. His movements were fluid, full of purpose. He brought his hands to the waistband of his sweatpants and, without taking his eyes off you, pushed them down with deliberate slowness. The first thing you saw was his erection springing free, hard, imposing, and thick. He wasn't wearing boxers. The glans was shiny, pearly with pre-cum that was already sliding down the length of his shaft, leaving a wet, glistening groove on his length.

— You were complaining about me not wearing panties, and it turns out you weren't wearing boxers the whole time. — you said with a mischievous smile, letting out a slight gasp at the end.

Heeseung chuckled softly, that laugh of his laced with mischief, and as he did, he brought a hand to his penis, beginning to pump it slowly. His palm slid firmly from the base to the slippery glans, growing wetter with each movement.

— In my defense, I wanted you to have easy access when you came and got this needy. — he replied with a smile. His voice was deep, choked with excitement as he continued to stimulate himself.

Your smile widened, pleased, and you couldn't tear your gaze away from his hand working on himself. He looked so fucking provocative there, between his fingers, throbbing, charged. You said nothing. You just bit your lip, devouring him with your eyes.

Eventually, he leaned over you. His mouth sought yours. His lips captured yours, and his tongue entered with authority, rubbing against yours, caressing, demanding surrender. His breath mingled with yours, hot, hurried, so thick with desire you could almost taste it. His lips broke away, only to begin kissing downward, leaving a burning trail of suction and saliva along your neck, your collarbones, every corner claimed with soft bites and hot licks. And when he reached your breasts, he didn't hesitate. His mouth latched onto one of them, sucking, while his tongue swirled over the hardened nipple, drawing breathy moans from you.

Then, with a mixture of care and urgency, he helped you change position. His hands guided you until you were propped up with your forearms on the side of the couch, your torso lowered, your back arched, your ass lifted, and your legs spread for him. You felt completely open, exposed, surrendered.

And Heeseung took a moment to admire you before moving down and licking your pussy. His hot tongue slid into your throbbing entrance, tasting your juices as if he needed it to live. Then, without warning, he caught your clit between his lips and sucked hard, making you shudder with a wave of pleasure that shook you from head to toe. Your voice broke into a moan, and your thighs trembled. But the attention didn't last. He pulled away panting, his mouth wet and his eyes burning with lust.

— I couldn't help it. You look too delicious to be ignored like this. — he confessed, his voice raspy, almost amused.

— Then don't ignore me and take me now. — you purred, arching further, offering yourself.

He growled. His hand rested firmly on your waist, while the other returned to his cock to hold it. He slammed it against your pussy, making the wet, slurping sound echo every time his glans hit your wet flesh. The taps were cruel, anticipatory, full of purpose. They made you more sensitive, more desperate.

And then, without further ado, he placed the tip right at your entrance. He pressed barely, not fully entering, letting the glans soak even more in your wetness.

— Just stick it in, Hee. All the way, I want it all. — you begged, your voice hoarse and shaky. And that was the biggest trigger.

He gripped your hips with both hands and, in one motion, plunged himself deep inside you. His entire length slid inside you, thrusting hard, opening you up and filling you completely. The air escaped you in a strangled cry, as your fingers gripped the back of the couch. And your walls shuddered around his length, in a tight, trembling grip, flooded with the sensation of sudden fullness. You felt everything: every throbbing vein, every inch pulsing inside you, the wetness, the trembling of his fingers digging into your skin.

He stayed there, buried to the hilt, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling behind you.

From the first thrust, you knew Heeseung wasn't willing to show any mercy that night. He filled you without giving your body time to adjust to his size. He sank into you with desperate firmness, hitting every sensitive corner, every hidden spot he knew by heart and now claimed viciously. His pelvis slammed against your still-reddened buttocks again and again, each impact drawing a ragged gasp, a high-pitched moan, a stifled plea from you. The sweet burn of the previous punishment mixed with the delicious pressure of his cock inside you, and that combination, that damned combination, drove you crazy. It was too much. And at the same time, it was never enough.

— So tight and warm for me, such a perfect little pussy of my baby girl. — he growled through gritted teeth. And you could only moan his name, as if that was the only thing you knew how to say.

Heeseung grunted with each thrust, his heavy breathing mingling with the wet, rhythmic sound of his hips slamming against you. One of his hands remained firmly on your waist, and the other tangled possessively in your hair, gently tugging at the strands until he forced your head up. His husky voice, with that charge of authority that only he knew how to use, whispered crudely:

— Look at me, babe. You know I need to see those beautiful eyes, or I'm not going to work."

You turned slightly, your neck exposed, your lips swollen from the moans that kept coming, and your eyes met his. That eye contact disarmed him and turned him on at the same time. What he saw was pure lust: your dilated pupils, your expression broken by pleasure, your skin beaded with sweat, and the constant trembling of your submissive body. And you, seeing him like that, with your eyes shining, your jaw tense, your body vibrating with the force of pent-up desire, felt yourself melting even more. Your pussy squeezed him tightly, as if your body wanted to swallow him whole.

— You're so fucking perfect when you let me fuck you like this... — he murmured between gasps, lowering the hand that had been in your hair to your throat, loosely wrapping his long fingers around it, only feeling the frantic throbbing beneath your skin as he sank in again, harder.

His mouth moved down to your exposed back, leaving a trail of wet kisses, small bites, and sucks that left warm marks all over you. And you arched for him, offering yourself without reservation. Your shaky voice kept whispering his name between moans, mixed with broken words, pleas for more, for more depth, for more friction.

— Hee... please... — you gasped, unsure if you were asking him to stop or to never stop.

— I know, baby. I know. — he responded with a growl, squeezing you harder, digging his fingers into your flesh as he quickened his pace, becoming a little more erratic, more raw.

Your body shuddered, you felt wet, stretched, filled. Each thrust felt like an electric shock running down your spine. And when you thought you couldn't take any more, that the pleasure was going to break you in two, he lowered a hand between your legs and rubbed your clit with two fingers soaked in your own wetness, stimulating it with precision as he continued to thrust into you hard.

The world blurred. There was only him, his body, his breath on your neck, his scent mingling with yours, and the indecent sound of your bodies colliding.

— You're going to cum, aren't you?” he asked, his voice cracking with desire. — Do it, baby girl. Cum while I fill you completely. — he commanded, and you could only moan in response, knowing you were seconds away from unraveling completely.

And indeed, it didn't take long for you to break. The pressure building in your belly reached its peak, and you released with a hoarse groan, ripped from deep within your chest. Your entire body spasmed, shuddering as the pleasure tore at you. Your insides squeezed him with involuntary violence, as if your pussy refused to let go, convulsing around his cock with a grip so intense it drew a brutal grunt from him.

Heeseung couldn't take it. The heat of your orgasm and the way your body gripped him pushed him straight to the edge. He gasped your name through his teeth, sank to the hilt, and unraveled inside you with a breathy curse. A husky growl vibrated in his chest as his hot, thick semen erupted in waves, filling you completely. He felt you still shuddering, convulsing with the remnants of your climax as you took it all in, trembling, broken, and vulnerable.

But it didn't end there...

Still panting, without pulling out of you, he knelt on the couch, sitting back on his heels, and with an ease that only his familiarity with your body gave him, he pulled you down onto his lap, keeping you impaled on his still-hard length. He gripped your wrists firmly, pulling them back and crossing them against your lower back effortlessly, as if your body belonged completely to him. The difference in size was instantly felt, especially when his free hand descended and rested warmly on your lower belly, right where the pressure was marked. The sensation of his cock deep inside you. That simple gesture made you moan and tremble in his grip.

Your back arched immediately, seeking him out, and your head fell back against his chest. That's when Heeseung leaned in. His breath caressed your face for a second before his lips took yours with precision. You turned your face just a bit, finding the right angle to receive him, to moan directly into his mouth as his hips continued to thrust relentlessly. The kiss was wet, dirty, and desperate. Your tongues met halfway, colliding, licking, tasting each other between gasps.

The heat between you was unbearable. Your arms tense in his grasp, your body pressed against his as he fucked you without stopping, deep, hard, addictive. There was no space, no time, no shame. Just him. Just you. Just that moment of total, wild surrender.

Each thrust made a wet, filthy sound, amplified by the semen that was beginning to spill between your thighs, slipping between them. Your still-sensitive walls reacted to each thrust with jolts of sharp pleasure, forcing you to moan between the kiss. But you didn't stop. You didn't want to stop. You were so fucking full of him. You felt him in every corner, every inner curve. Every time he moved, you felt him push more of his essence deep inside you, while his cock, still firm, grazed that exact spot that made you see stars.

His teeth caught your lower lip, tugging just before he released it, and then his kisses descended to your jaw, your neck, your shoulders, sucking on the already heated skin, leaving marks you knew would be more noticeable tomorrow. His hand still rested on your belly, holding you against him as the rocking of his hips continued, slower now, but no less deep. All with the intention of making the moment last.

— I’m not done with you, baby… — he growled in your ear, his voice so deep it shook your soul. — I’m going to keep fucking you until you beg for a break… and even then, I’m not going to give it to you.

Suddenly, he released your wrists and wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you so tightly he seemed to be trying to melt you into his skin. And then you understood: what you were doing was something only desire born of true love could bring about; something brutal, profound, and devastatingly beautiful in its own way. Because in the end, it was just the two of you, loving each other with an intensity that knew no bounds or shame.

[heesngirl]

Synopsis : Battling against what could be considered his competition... Your celebrity crush.

— Heeseung x MC reader : established relationship, a little jealousy, possessive Heeseung ( light), soft content, needy Heeseung.

Note : "This scenario has a continuation, it is smut, but for better context, first this".

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Hee gripped the van door handle in frustration, watching through the glass as the crowd of fans noisily gathered in front of the building where you work. His knuckles turned white from the intensity with which he gripped the cold metal, wishing he could just get out and run to you. Despite having arrived over an hour ago, he hadn't been able to get out and go see you, knowing that if he did, he wouldn't go unnoticed among the sea of people cheering excitedly, waving banners and shouting incessantly.

His gaze scanned the surroundings impatiently, looking for any opportunity to slip away unnoticed. But the entrance to the building remained completely blocked by that euphoric tumult that seemed to give no respite, chanting names that Heeseung couldn't clearly make out. He couldn't even understand the reason for all the commotion; it's not as if you were in plain sight; if you were, even he'd be shouting from the vehicle.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed another elegant black van parked a little closer to the building. He spotted two men, whom he recognized as your manager and a burly bodyguard, quickly getting out to push their way through the excited crowd.

And then, his heart leaped as he saw you step out of the vehicle. Heeseung stood transfixed, watching you devotedly as you were escorted into the building. Your eyes shone with a mixture of excitement and concentration, and your freshly cut and carefully combed hair delicately framed your face. The outfit you were wearing—tailored dress pants, a white shirt, and a short black vest—gave you a sense of "elegant mafia" that captivated him. Even the black leather glove covering your left hand seemed extremely seductive.

In that moment, he felt himself falling even more in love with you, despite the distance between you. He couldn't tear his gaze away from your radiant and confident figure, captivated by your commanding presence.

The frustration that had previously gripped him vanished completely, replaced by a deep longing to be by your side. In that instant, all he wanted was to be able to get out of the van and run to kiss you, regardless of the crowd of fans still surrounding the place. But he held back, knowing he'd have to wait a little longer before he could be with you.

After drooling for a while as he watched your elegant figure leave his sight and disappear into the building, Heeseung had an idea.

He quickly put a hand to his forehead, slapping himself for not having thought of that obvious alternative sooner. "How come I didn't think of private parking!" he scolded himself, feeling a bit foolish for not having remembered it in the first place.

With a soft, apologetic smile, he turned to the driver who was accompanying him. He placed a hand on the man's shoulder, catching his attention.

— Please take me to the building's parking lot — Heeseung requested, his voice filled with suppressed emotion. — I wish I could get in through there and avoid all this commotion.

The driver nodded silently and started the vehicle, moving away from the crush of people. The same one who had suddenly started shouting, but he was so overcome with emotion at seeing you that he didn't even turn around to see what was happening.

He watched the road ahead with anticipation, his gaze fixed ahead as he gently tapped his fingers on his thigh. The warm excitement of knowing you would soon be within reach filled his chest.

When the van entered the spacious private compound, Heeseung didn't waste another second. He quickly opened the door and hurried to the elevator, his footsteps echoing in the room. He took a deep breath, trying to control his racing heartbeat as he pressed the button. His gaze shone with a mixture of excitement and anticipation, knowing they would soon be together.

He felt anxiety bubbling inside him as he waited with obvious impatience for the elevator doors to open. His gaze was fixed on the panel, watching in anticipation as the numbers scrolled up floor after floor. He was dying to see you and have the chance to be by your side. He nervously fiddled with his hands, mentally reviewing what he would say to you when he could finally see you in person.

Finally, when the doors slid open with a soft "ding," Heeseung walked briskly out and crossed the hallways with determination, heading toward the filming set where he guessed you would be. His eyes scanned the surroundings in anticipation, searching for any sign of activity that would indicate you were nearby.

Suddenly, he heard your voice, which sounded very animated as you seemed to be talking to someone. Just as he was about to turn the last hallway, he abruptly stopped and turned back.

He returned, hiding behind the wall. Peeking his head slightly, he could see that you were definitely not accompanied by anyone, but he didn't expect you to be talking to none other than Min Yoongi, the BTS member.

Heeseung stood still, observing the scene cautiously. His eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze scanned the interaction between the two of you. His heart was pounding, and a mixture of surprise and some disgust was evident in his expression. He had expected to find you alone, but now he found himself in the unexpected presence of the renowned artist. He also noticed that you seemed very cheerful and animated as you went over the recording instructions with SUGA, the senior.

Suddenly, he pulled out his cell phone. His fingers moved hurriedly, dialing your number. He managed to hear the familiar ringtone, and a small smile of pride appeared on his lips, for that was a verse he had sung. However, the smile faded as he carefully peeked around the wall and saw you hanging up the call and continuing to talk to Yoongi as if nothing had happened.

Indignation overcame him, but he didn't give up. He kept dialing the phone again and again, until you finally deigned to excuse yourself to Yoongi and headed in the direction where he was supposed to be hiding and Yoongi was on the opposite side.

As you walked, you stared at your phone screen, absorbed. Suddenly, Heeseung emerged from his hiding place and grabbed your arm, causing you to get excited and reflexively punch him in the chest, while you reproached him:

— Lee Heeseung! What are you doing? Don't scare me like that! — you exclaimed, your eyes slightly wide in surprise, one hand on your chest as you checked your heart rate.

Heeseung laughed at the sight of you like this, holding your hips, preventing you from leaving.

— That way you'll have the conscience to be scared by something so minor. — he murmured, a sardonic smile on his face, as he scanned your figure from head to toe.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Heeseung wrapped his arms around you, urgently pulling you towards his body. Gently, he raised a hand and delicately caressed your face, admiring the beauty radiating from each of your features.

— You're... So fucking gorgeous, baby. — he declared, his voice filled with deep longing, his eyes shining with an almost reverential devotion. — That new haircut suits you so well."

His fingers delicately traced the contours of your face, as if he wanted to memorize every delicate detail that made it up. His eyes scanned your figure with fascination, contemplating how mature and beautiful your body looked clad in that elegant outfit.

— And that outfit? Please give your stylist a raise — he continued, his voice filled with admiration and desire as he literally devoured you with his gaze. — Seeing you like this sends my imagination soaring. You look so radiant, so irresistible.

Heeseung could feel the urge to kiss you taking over him, the need to taste those lips he'd longed for so long during the time you'd been apart.

You looked at him with a mixture of love and surprise, sincerely grateful for his sweet words, and also amazed by the effect you were having on him.

However, when he tried to bring his lips closer to yours, you gently placed two fingers over his mouth, stopping him.

— I can't allow myself a kiss now, baby boy — you said in a calm but firm voice. — Today more than ever, I must take great care of my appearance, and I'm not going to risk ruining my lipstick.

Heeseung looked at you with a mixture of indignation and longing when you broke away from his embrace. His eyes reflected the obvious dissatisfaction of not being able to satisfy his need to taste your lips. But instead of impulsively insisting, he breathed deeply, trying to control himself.

— You have nothing to worry about, your lips will be swollen and shiny, you'll look even more beautiful. — he replied, in a calmer and more flirtatious tone, making you blush, as he approached again and firmly took you by the hips, pressing you against his body once more. He could feel the warmth of your figure so close to his, awakening his longing even more. — Or at least, the stylist can repaint your lipstick later. — he continued, his eyes fixed on yours with a determined gaze. He fervently longed to taste your mouth.

When he tried to lean in for a kiss again, you gently placed your fingers on his lips again, preventing him from doing so. Heeseung watched you with an intense gaze, frustration clearly reflected on his features.

— Please, baby girl ~ — he begged, his husky voice conveying how much he longed for that intimate contact. — I really need to taste your lips right now.

His hands gripped your hips more firmly, pulling you even closer to his body, if that were possible. You could see the desire and desperation reflected in his eyes, the need to kiss you consuming him from within.

He slowly leaned his face, moving closer and closer to yours, his lips eager to meet yours. But just as he was about to kiss you, you placed your fingers over his mouth again, interrupting his attempt once more.

Heeseung looked at you with obvious bewilderment when you once again blocked his attempt to kiss you. Seeing him like this, you let out a soft chuckle and gently pulled away from his grasp, a smile shining on your lips.

— Don't be so insistent, please, baby — you replied calmly, in sharp contrast to the urgency on Heeseung's face. — After the show, you can kiss me as much as you want. But for now, you'll have to wait. — you tell him, taking his hand and starting to walk with him through the hallway. Your filming that day would take place on the roof of the building, and you had to go up there.

Heeseung let out a heavy sigh, but reluctantly accepted your request and walked with you. Still, he couldn't help but look at you strangely and ask : — Why so reluctant? You've never worried so much about details like that before.

You stopped walking when you heard his question and turned to look at him, a wide smile spreading across your face, lighting up your features. You nervously fiddled with the leather glove you were wearing before answering.

— It's just that today is a special day — you explained, raw enthusiasm shining in your eyes. — Yoongi sunbae-nim agreed to be interviewed by me! I'm so excited, so I want to look good and make a good impression.

Excited, you walked around a few times, showing off the elegant outfit they made you wear for the occasion in more detail, your hands delicately caressing the fine fabric of the pants and the details of the vest.

— Look, my stylists even chose an outfit that matched the concept of his new album. Do you think he'd like it? — you asked with a smile brimming with emotion.

Heeseung listened to your words, a feeling of pride growing within him at your achievement. He knew how difficult it was to get an interview with that man, or with any member of BTS for that matter. Besides, he knew how much you'd been longing for this event, with Min Yoongi being your idol and role model for so long, and he knew this was the best thing in the world for you. So much so that you'd previously ignored his calls because you were so devoted to the man.

However, despite sharing your enthusiasm, his face remained impassive, even somewhat disinterested, as he watched you cross your arms in the process. His gaze remained expressionless, in stark contrast to the excitement radiating from your face.

— I'm sure Suga sunbae-nim already loves your look. — he said in a tone devoid of emotion, his eyes scanning your figure without showing the slightest hint of interest compared to a few minutes ago.

You were surprised by his lackluster reaction, after all the support and affection he'd always shown toward your professional goals and achievements. And also by the way he'd been ogling you a few seconds ago, but now you seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

You tilted your head slightly, looking at him curiously.

— Wait, did you see me talking to him? — you asked gently, concerned by his unusual attitude and the drastic change in mood that had crossed his face. And also feeling a little nervous for no reason.

Heeseung looked at you silently and nodded, his eyes not shining in the beautiful way they always did when you were in front of him. You could see his jaw tense slightly, betraying how hard he was trying not to express out loud how hurt he felt.

He wanted to express the feeling of disgust and jealousy that had suddenly invaded him, but he didn't want to ruin your mood with something he knew was an irrational reaction, considering the fact that the man in question wasn't even remotely accessible to you for various reasons, the main one being that you were already his and claimed to only love him.

Perhaps he just felt a pang of envy for all the care and dedication you had put into welcoming Yoongi and making yourself so conspicuous and striking in the eyes of another male figure. And don't even mention ignoring his calls to keep talking to Yoongi—that was definitely the biggest trigger.

Heeseung huffed in surrender and approached you again, this time without insisting on a kiss. Instead, he firmly grasped your waist with one hand and pulled you against his body, his eyes darkened by a mixture of emotions that seemed ready to overflow.

— I hope you have a great shoot today, babe. — he encouraged you with a flirtatious smile, his voice soft as he gently stroked your hair. He brought his face close to your neck and placed a fiery kiss, sending shivers down your spine. — I'll wait for you at home, I plan to invade your apartment tonight. Come back as soon as you're done. — he whispered suggestively in your ear.

Then, he let go of you and prepared to leave, letting you get back to your work. Compared to other times, this time he wasn't planning on staying to watch you. He knew himself better and preferred to avoid getting upset over something he'd just accepted was nothing more than an irrational reaction.

Although, just as he walked away and was about to leave your line of sight, he turned around and looked at you boastfully, a wicked smile plastered across his features.

— Oh, and please keep that nice outfit on. I want to be the one to take it off for you later. — He demanded, his voice laced with barely concealed possessiveness.

Without another word, he left, leaving you standing there, heart racing and face flushed from his unexpected change in aura and countenance.

Yes, the interview with Min Yoongi had you anxious, but what awaited you after work excited you even more. The prospect of spending the night alone with Heeseung, in that outfit that had so captivated him, sent waves of anticipation through your body.

You bit your lower lip, trying to contain the smile that threatened to take over your face. You adjusted the leather glove once more, knowing that tonight you would be the center of Heeseung's attention, and, in a way, the latter would have Yoongi the senior citizen to thank after today.

[heesngirl]

HEESEUNG'S RINGTONE IS A MASTERPIECE

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐒𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝐏𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

© minheesk | heesngirl

[heesngirl]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒆𝒅

𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒈𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

© minheesk | heesngirl

[heesngirl]

Synopsis : In a city where luxury and danger coexist behind shiny facades, The Sentinel introduces Lee Heeseung, a tactical agent whose life revolves around vigilance, precision and a single priority: protecting the person most important to him. The story kicks off in the midst of a mission that, while seemingly routine, soon reveals itself to be part of something bigger, more tangled and much more personal. Between covert threats, tensions within the team, miscalculations and a briefcase that could change everything, Heeseung faces not only operational risks, but also his own emotional limits. With a narrative that oscillates between suspense, action and a deep bond that is unnamed but felt on every scene, this story marks the beginning of something far more complex than a simple operation: a silent war between the professional and the personal.

Warning : EA/BDG Heeseung x Painter reader. dom! Heeseung, pet names, loss of virginity, oral sex (both), fingering, P in V, unprotected sex, cumshot, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, smut, mdni.

Count : 26k (Part. 1)

The icy wind was a constant on the rooftop, cutting like blades as it engulfed the men in their positions. From that vantage point, Seoul stretched out like a mosaic of moving lights, a potentially hostile terrain under the team's meticulous gaze. Heeseung remained motionless, his body in controlled tension as he scanned the target building through the scope of his sniper rifle.

The communicator frequency remained static for a second before Jake broke the silence.

— System operating stable. CCTV cameras are under control. But, if you ask me, the guy in the orange tie is still my prime suspect, if only for the visual attack. — Sim spoke, even wanting to add some humor to lighten the tension.

— Focus your resources, Jake — Heeseung replied in a low but firm voice. He turned his body slightly, adjusting his rifle to compensate for a wind current that had changed direction. The scope's laser remained fixed on one of the building's upper-level windows. — Prioritize the VIP area where Jongseong is. The threat is more likely concentrated there.

A few meters away, Sunghoon leaned against the edge of the building, his rifle mounted on a tripod for stability.

— Maybe we should start with him. Although the crime here is probably bad taste. — Sunghoon added, following the Australian's lead.

However, Heeseung didn't take his eyes off the scope.

— Sunghoon, focus. South window, level five. Do you see any movement? — Lee's demands made it clear he wasn't in the mood for jokes right now.

Sunghoon adjusted his scope, scanning the indicated area with precision.

_ Negative. Only the service team. Movement patterns match previous reports. No anomalies.

Jake chimed in again, the sound of his fingers typing almost as steady as his voice.

— Section B, levels three and four, checked. No signs of hostile activity. By the way, Chief, how do you feel knowing your lady is under the protection of a rookie?

Heeseung's silence lasted a moment, but it was long enough for Sunghoon to click his tongue softly.

— Come on, Jake. Don't push him. We know he hates delegating his personal security. It's like someone else is carrying his favorite weapon.

Jake chuckled before continuing.

— Favorite weapon? I'd say it's his entire arsenal. Although, Heeseung, I'm told the new bodyguard looks better than you in a suit. I'd start to worry. You could be out of a job.

The sound of Heeseung's lips tightening was almost audible over the line. He adjusted his position, recalibrating the rifle to ensure the wind wouldn't affect the shot's trajectory if necessary.

— Jake, if you keep talking, you'll be my next target.

The communicator filled with muffled laughter until Jongseong's voice cut in earnestly.

— Shut up and keep the channel clear. I'm surrounded by people who would pay to make me disappear, and their chatter isn't helping my concentration.

— Situation report, Jongseong. — Heeseung ordered, returning to his authoritative tone.

— Everything seems calm. Standard behavior pattern. Although there are a couple of guests with unusually calculated movements. They're in the northwest corner of the main hall. However, it could be paranoia. — Jongseong replied, a faint echo of tension in his voice.

— Paranoia is useful. Mark their location and maintain visual distance. — Heeseung indicated, activating his targeting laser and focusing it on the room. The intersection between what he saw in his visor and Jake's heat map gave him complete coverage of the area.

Jake cleared his throat, capturing everyone's attention before speaking.

— I'm setting up a facial recognition scan. Give me a minute.

— You don't have a minute, Heeseung replied with a snarl. He quickly scanned the horizon, looking for any sign of an approaching drone or hostile equipment. — Speed, Jake.

—I've got it, I've got it — Jake began rattling off information. — Man one: Japanese businessman, no suspicious record. Man two: Chinese businessman, history of money laundering, but nothing linking him to terrorist activity.

— Monitor them closely, Heeseung ordered.

Sunghoon raised his head slightly at Lee, his tone heavy with skepticism.

— Are we sure this mission isn't a waste of time?

Heeseung glared at him before answering.

— It's on these "quiet" missions that things tend to go to hell. Stay alert.

The channel returned to silence, except for the soft whirring of electronic equipment and the echo of the wind against the buildings. Heeseung couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. His training had taught that calm was never a good omen.

— Jake, any anomalies in the thermal readings? — he finally asked.

— Negative. Everything is within normal parameters. — Jake replied. His tone, though relaxed, had a slight tremor.

— Something's off... — Heeseung muttered to himself, but his team heard it anyway.

Sunghoon adjusted his posture, straightening slightly.

— Do you have a bad feeling?

— I always do. — Heeseung inhaled deeply, his fingers brushing the rifle's trigger out of sheer habit. It wasn't paranoia, not after so many years in the field. Things were never that simple.

The clock in his mind kept ticking every second. It wasn't just the time spent on the mission. It was the time that kept him away from you.

— Get ready. This isn't going to stay quiet much longer.

The sound of the wind against the building's facade was barely audible through the insulation of the headphones. However, for Heeseung, every detail in the environment was like a silent warning: something was out of place. From his position on the rooftop, the view of the city stretched out like a tapestry of flashing lights, but his attention was fixed on a critical point, a space between the shadows where the pieces on the board began to move.

Jake's voice broke into the channel with an urgency that left no room for doubt:

— Chief, we have activity on the 15th floor. A subject has entered the service area. He's carrying something bulky it looks like a briefcase, but it doesn't fit the standard profile. Metallic material visible around the edges.

Heeseung adjusted the scope of his rifle, the thermal imager highlighting the suspect's silhouette through the building's tinted glass.

— How bulky? It details the movement."

Jake responded instantly, his fingers tapping the keyboard in an almost mechanical rhythm as he processed the data from the monitoring system.

— About 70 centimeters per side, maybe more. He's using both hands to carry it, though the movement is fluid. It doesn't seem heavy, but it's not light either. He entered through corridor 15-B, access restricted according to the plans."

— Behavior pattern? — Heeseung asked, memorizing the coordinates.

— Direct. No hesitation. This guy knows exactly where he's going, — Jake said, his tone now deeper. — He has backup: two subjects in the approach area. They're about 10 meters behind, covering possible entry points.

Before Heeseung could issue an order, Jongseong's voice entered the channel. His tone had an unusual edge of tension.

— I need backup. The two suspects I identified in the VIP area are moving. They're approaching my location. They're not patrolling, boss, they're looking for something... or someone.

The air grew heavier, charged with a palpable threat that vibrated in the frequency of their voices. Heeseung took a deep breath, letting the cold logic of years of training drown out any emotional distractions.

— Jake, continue monitoring the primary target. Sunghoon, maintain cover in the corridor. We can't let these guys act unchallenged. I'm going in. — Heeseung declared, as he began securing the descent harness.

Sunghoon looked up from his visor, though he kept a firm hand on the sniper rifle.

— Just you? — he asked, though he already knew the answer.

— Your position is critical. If anything gets out of hand, I need you to eliminate any threat before it crosses the line.

Sunghoon nodded, returning his attention to the telescopic sight. His tone was calm, but with a hint of concern.

— Understood. Just make sure you don't give them a clear angle

The rappelling gear was cold to the touch as Heeseung adjusted it with meticulous movements. Every buckle, every knot had to be perfect; there was no room for error. Jake, meanwhile, continued feeding the channel with data.

— The target has entered a room not recorded on the official plans. Access is direct from the main corridor. He's manipulating something on the door... Probably an electromagnetic decoder. This guy is no amateur.

— Estimated time to opening? — Heeseung asked, as he secured the rope to the main anchor.

— Depends on the model, but if it's what I think, less than two minutes."

Heeseung cursed under his breath. Time was a resource they didn't have. He glanced at Sunghoon one last time before crossing the edge of the rooftop.

— Cover the area. If anything moves toward the target, neutralize it.

The descent began with a firm tug on the rope. Every meter he fell brought him closer to the heart of the problem, and every second counted like a heartbeat in a countdown he couldn't afford to miss. From above, Sunghoon followed his movements, his rifle adjusted to keep his sights on any emerging threat.

— Jake, give me an update. — Heeseung asked, as he maneuvered to avoid the ventos. The most exposed ends.

— Two side entrances are blocked. The other two suspects are covering the apartment's main exits. Chief, I don't like how this is setting up. It looks like a coordinated move."

— It is," Heeseung replied, his voice as cold as his gaze. He knew an ambush when he saw one.

Finally, his boots made contact with the windowsill. With swift movements, he cut the rope and secured his weapon. The apartment's interior was dark, lit only by the occasional flicker of emergency lights.

— I'm in. Jake, lead the way.

The hum of the electromagnetic decoder echoed around the room like a silent countdown. Heeseung stood by the entrance, his back pressed against the wall, his gaze fixed on the dim lighting that filtered through the crack in the door. His right hand adjusted his grip on the rifle while his left brushed against the knife secured to his thigh. He still didn't know exactly how many enemies were inside, but he knew he couldn't wait any longer.

— Jake, tell me what's behind that door. — he whispered in a subdued voice, his tone tense but still in control.

The sound of incessant typing filled the earpiece before the answer came quickly.

— Two confirmed hostiles. One is manipulating the decoder, the other is covering the door with a weapon. You have about fifteen seconds before it opens.

Heeseung exhaled through his nose, trying to gauge the time with his own breath. He couldn't allow the lock to give way.

— Escape routes?

— The only viable exit is the hallway leading to the service area. But if these guys are here, it's because they have backup on the perimeter. — Sim explained, still typing tirelessly.

Heeseung didn't need any more information. In a single motion, he unclipped a stun grenade from his belt, activated it with a quick twist of the safety catch, and threw it through the crack in the door just as the decoder emitted a final beep.

The blinding flash lit up the room like a flash of lightning, accompanied by a sharp crack that reverberated off the walls. The muffled screams of the enemy confirmed that the blow had worked. He wasted no time. With a firm kick, he knocked down the door and entered, his rifle braced against his shoulder, his eyes already adjusting to the dim lighting.

One of the enemy members staggered, both hands going to his face in an instinctive attempt to regain vision, while the other, still shaken by the blast, tried to raise his weapon. Heeseung didn't give him a chance. He fired a single, accurate shot at the torso, watching the body fall heavily to the floor with nothing more than a ragged gasp.

The second man tried to react upon hearing the shot, but Heeseung moved faster. He crossed the distance in a couple of strides, grabbed him by the jacket, and slammed him violently against the wall, pinning him down with his forearm pressing against his windpipe.

— What's in the briefcase?" he whispered coldly, watching the man struggle in his grasp, his expression tinged with confusion and rage.

The enemy let out a stifled gasp, trying to catch his breath, but instead of responding, he let out a hoarse laugh, an exhalation laced with mockery.

— It's too late."

The radio in his ear emitted a sudden crack before Jake's voice cut in alarmingly.

— Heeseung, we have a problem! I've lost the corridor's signal for seventeen seconds, and now there's a third hostile moving toward the VIP area. It's fast. This is a coordinated movement.

Heeseung's grip tightened for a moment before he released his hold on the enemy, dropping him unceremoniously to the floor. He spun around and hurried out into the hallway, his mind already processing the best way to intercept the threat before it reached Jongseong.

The warm lights of the room, the clinking of glasses, and the cadence of carefree conversation seemed too perfect a setting for the latent tension in the air. Jongseong stood by the table, his expression calm and his posture relaxed, but his gaze was fixed on the two men slowly closing the distance between them.

His hand turned the glass between his fingers with a nonchalant air, as if he didn't sense the presence of the two strangers strategically positioning themselves around him. But he felt it. He knew it.

— I don't like the way they're moving. — he whispered casually, his tone low enough for his communicator to pick up the words without alerting those around him.

— Stay where you are. I'm on my way. — Heeseung's reply came instantly, firm but restrained. Jongseong didn't react; there was no need to.

One of the men finally reached him and raised his glass with a calculated smile, as if it were a simple courtesy.

— Mr. Park, it's good to see you enjoying the evening. —The way he articulated each word left no room for doubt. This wasn't casual conversation.

Jongseong maintained his neutral expression, bringing the glass to his lips before responding with feigned calm.

— I put too much effort into my attire not to. — he murmured lightly, without taking his eyes off the liquid in his glass.

The man inclined his head slightly, his smile barely perceptible.

— Confidence is a dangerous weapon. Sometimes, one small slip of the tongue is enough to make everything fall apart. — the same man pronounced with a certain mysticism. Before Jongseong could reply, the side door of the lounge opened with a loud bang.

The murmur of the guests instantly dissipated, turning into shouts and panicked runs as soon as Heeseung's figure appeared in the doorway, his gait measured but lethal. His gaze scanned the scene with the precision of a predator analyzing its territory, identifying each threat in a matter of seconds.

The first man, still next to Jongseong, slid his hand inside his jacket in an attempt to reach his weapon. He didn't have time to react.

Heeseung crossed the distance in two strides, caught his wrist before he could draw his weapon, and, with a sharp, controlled twist, dislocated his arm with a sickening crunch. Before he could scream, he slammed it against the nearest table, knocking over glasses and plates in a shower of broken glass.

The second man barely managed to take a step back before Jongseong slightly tilted his wrist and spilled the contents of his glass over his face. The reaction was immediate. The burning of the alcohol in his eyes made the man swear, bringing both hands to his face in a reflex action.

It was enough. Heeseung took advantage of the distraction and kicked him in the knee, knocking him face down before immobilizing him with the barrel of his gun pressed against the base of his skull.

— Don't let it show that you're desperate to end this. — Jongseong joked to Heeseung, but he only gave him an indecipherable look before simply going to inspect the area.

The chaos of the operation still permeated the air when the team finally left the building, blending in with the sound of sirens wailing in the distance and the flashing lights of patrol cars illuminating the scene with red and blue flashes. Outside, the criminals were subdued and escorted to special forces vehicles, while the guests were guided to a secure area. The security protocol was deployed with mechanical precision, each unit fulfilling its function efficiently.

Jake, arms crossed and a look of pride that was hard to hide, watched the scene with an air of self-sufficiency before blurting out with obvious satisfaction:

— Well, once again, everything was solved thanks to my impeccable skills. I don't want to say I'm the best, but... well, I really am. — This was typical of him; he was almost always heard saying the same thing at the end of a mission.

Jongseong, who until that moment had only watched silently, slowly turned his head toward him with an arched eyebrow. His expression was a mixture of disbelief and suppressed mockery.

— Your impeccable skills? — he repeated sarcastically, tilting his head in feigned interest. — You mean the part where you claimed the briefcase contained a bomb ready to blow the building to smithereens?

Jake frowned instantly, his smug smile fading a little.

— Yeah, so what? — he retorted defensively, abandoning his previous stance. Jongseong snorted and shook his head before crossing his arms.

— That what was in the briefcase wasn't a bomb — He paused deliberately, savoring the moment before shrugging. — They were containers of a yet-to-be-identified chemical.

Jake blinked, the confidence on his face turning into disbelief.

— No, that's impossible. — the Australian persistently defended himself.

— I'm not saying that. The chemical response team is. — Jongseong gave an amused smile before pointing toward the area where the hazardous materials specialists were handling the contents of the briefcase with safety equipment.

Jake opened his mouth to protest, but couldn't find the words immediately. His expression went from disbelief to frustration in a matter of seconds.

— No... It can't be. The thermal readings and electronic signatures matched those of a high-impact bomb! — Exasperation filled him; he clearly didn't like being wrong, especially when it came to something so important.

— Well, I guess someone made a mistake in their 'flawless analysis.' — Jongseong gave a short, mocking laugh before patting him on the shoulder with mock sympathy.

Jake, clearly offended, turned his head to Heeseung for support, hoping his leader would intervene and back him up. Heeseung was practically his puppet for a while.

— Heeseung, tell them this isn't making any sense. I didn't make a mistake, right? — but the answer never came. Jongseong, noticing the sudden silence, also turned his head in Heeseung's direction, only to be met with… nothing.

—Where the hell is he?—Jongseong muttered, frowning as he scanned the area for Lee.

Jake spun around, looking around with the same expression as someone who had just lost something they were holding a few seconds ago.

— Don't fuck with me… He was here two minutes ago. —Jake assures, continuing to scan the room, but to no avail.

The two exchanged a puzzled look before turning to Sunghoon, who stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression utterly indifferent to the situation.

— Sunghoon, where's Heeseung? — Jongseong called, frowning. But the sniper barely blinked before shrugging, not bothering to show surprise.

— He left as soon as we left the building. — he replied, looking as unfazed as ever.

Jake blinked a few times, clearly unsure whether to laugh or get angry. Jongseong, for his part, ran a hand over his face in exasperation before slowly shaking his head.

Sim, still processing his leader's sudden disappearance, snorted in resignation before blurting out, with a mixture of frustration and amusement : — No doubt... the agent and bodyguard of the year."

And even though it was all over, the feeling that this was just the beginning of something bigger lingered in the air.

The roar of the engine mingled with the night air as the car sped through the streets with almost inhuman precision. Heeseung kept one hand firmly on the wheel, while the other busied himself with disposing of his gear. His bulletproof vest was the first to come off, its weight falling into the backseat with a thud. Without taking his eyes off the road, he hooked his earphones with his index finger and thumb, pulling them off with a sharp motion before dropping them next to his gun on the passenger seat.

Every action was executed with the same precision he had demonstrated moments earlier in the operation. The way he undid the straps of his gear, the way his movements were quick but controlled, spoke of a man accustomed to moving under pressure. But this time it wasn't a chase; there was no enemy on his heels, no threat forcing him to run. His urgency was different, much more visceral.

The speed he was driving was dangerous for anyone without his level of driving skill, but he didn't brake, didn't hesitate even once as he took the turns with a fluidity that defied traffic laws. His gaze was fixed on the road, dark and deserted at this hour, but in his mind, his destination was already clear. He had only one priority.

The car stopped precisely in front of the illuminated building where the event was taking place. The elegant lights decorating the entrance contrasted with the darkness of the night, reflecting off the windshield like intermittent flashes that Heeseung completely ignored. His mind was no longer on the mission he had just completed, nor on the criminals being brought to justice. No, his focus was solely on what was in front of him.

Without wasting a single second, he leaned into the seat and, with practical and precise movements, began to remove the last traces of the operation. He unbuttoned his tactical shirt and slipped his operational uniform jacket over his shoulders, letting it fall into the backseat. His breathing was still controlled, though there was a different urgency in its rhythm than it had been a few minutes ago. It wasn't the stress of combat, nor the tension of a confrontation. It was the need to reclaim his place.

With steady fingers, he took the black silk tie he'd left ready before the mission, knotted it quickly, and tightened it with a sharp tug. His suit jacket was next, sliding over his shoulders with ease, fitting his body as if it had always been there. Finally, with the same meticulous efficiency, he unbuckled his belt and discarded his tactical uniform pants, leaving only the dress pants he wore underneath.

He had planned this from the beginning. No matter how chaotic the mission was or what unforeseen events arose along the way, he had been clear from the beginning that as soon as it was over, this would be his destination. Because there was no force that could make him delegate his task to someone else and feel comfortable doing so.

He wouldn't trust another to protect you. He wasn't going to leave your safety in the hands of a replacement who, in his eyes, would be nothing more than an incompetent, incapable of providing you with the care, protection, and service that only he could offer. Because protecting you was not only his duty, but his right.

He fastened his wristwatch and ran his fingers through his hair, arranging it with the same precision with which he secured a weapon before entering combat. Then, he took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on the entrance to the event. He had wasted enough time, and now, he would resume his position.

As he walked through the doors of the event, he immediately felt the change in atmosphere. Everything about the place radiated luxury and elegance. But what captured everyone's attention most wasn't the expensive outfits or the opulence of the place, but the majestic works that adorned the walls, each one with an air of grandeur that could only be attributed to its creator.

He paused for a moment, allowing himself to observe the paintings on display with a feeling that could only be described as pride. There they were, displayed in the way that best suited them, every stroke, every color reflecting the unmistakable essence of their creator. He knew how much this evening meant to you, how much you had worked for this moment, and although he didn't usually stop to appreciate art with the same intensity as the critics or collectors who murmured in fascination, in that moment, he felt something different. A deep satisfaction that led him to a slight smile.

But his time of admiration was brief. Soon, his focus shifted to what had truly brought him here. With the sharp eyes of someone trained to analyze their surroundings in a matter of seconds, he began to scan the crowd, searching among the faces, among the impeccable dresses and suits, and the golden reflections of the champagne in the glasses raised in a toast.

And then, he found you...

There you were, wrapped in the warm lighting of the hall, your cheeks flushed and an expression that, despite the slight cloudiness in your gaze, retained the same spark that always managed to ignite something inside him. You'd been drinking, there was no doubt about it. He knew well your poor resistance to alcohol, enough to know that that blush wasn't just a product of the festive atmosphere, but of the wine or champagne you'd surely been sipping for a while now.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance between himself and you, ignoring the crowd, the fleeting glances that fell on him when they recognized him, the murmur of other people's conversations that held little interest for him. His attention was fixed on one thing: you.

By the time he reached your side, his hand slid effortlessly to your waist, holding you with a certainty that left no room for hesitation. The feel of your satin dress against his palm was almost hypnotic, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on that detail. Just as confidently, he guided you away from the center of the event, leading you to a more secluded corner, away from prying eyes.

As soon as you had even the slightest shelter from the crowd, you felt the urge to pounce on him, without thinking, without hesitation. He caught you immediately, more by reflex than anything else, and the light laugh that escaped your lips as he steadied you resonated like a direct echo in his chest. His grip remained firm, feeling the warmth of your body against his, the way you leaned in without reservation, with the innocence and boldness of someone not completely sane. Something inside him contracted. Because he knew you. I knew the impeccable composure you usually maintained, the way, even in the most carefree moments, you never completely lost that aura of restraint and elegance. And yet, there you were, giving him a version of yourself you rarely allowed anyone to see.

— You took too long, — your voice sounded sweet, with that syrupy tinge that only alcohol could infuse your words. A slight pout appeared on your lips, as you looked at him with an expression that, if I weren't so used to reading your every nuance, I might have interpreted as genuine reproach. — I came to think I'd really have to spend the whole night escorted by that cheap replacement they assigned me in your absence.

The way you slid your gaze over his face, with those eyes of yours so expressive, so analytical even in the midst of your drunkenness, made his jaw tense slightly. And then you smiled. Not just any smile. A goofball, completely genuine, full of that warmth you rarely displayed with such transparency.

— Although, you know what? — you murmured, leaning a little closer to him, as if sharing a secret. — There's no comparison. You look so much better in a suit than that sad copy they tried to replace you with.

Your comment took him by surprise. Not because of the content itself, but because of the way you said it; without reservation, without any shame. For the first time all night, Heeseung felt a wave of satisfaction run through him, a warmth different from that of the mission, deeper, more personal.

Those words were a kind of relief. It wasn't that he doubted his place, or his role at your side, but Jake's mocking comment about that incompetent man they'd left in charge of your security had been on his mind more than he was willing to admit. Not because he was afraid of losing his job, but because, for the barest of moments, the idea that you might feel safer with someone else had been like a thorn in his side.

But now, with that declaration from you, spoken with complete honesty and without a hint of reserve, the thorn vanished completely. Of course, his job wasn't in jeopardy.

A crooked, barely perceptible smile touched his lips as he reached out and, with an instinctive gesture, brushed away a strand of your hair that had slipped over your cheek. His fingers brushed your skin with the lightness of a caress that wasn't entirely planned, but that he also made no attempt to avoid.

— How many drinks did you have to end up like this? — His tone was low, intimate, with a hint of amusement underlying it. As he asked the question, his thumb briefly brushed the curve of your cheekbone before casually dropping his hand.

Your eyelashes fluttered a couple of times before a satisfied, almost proud smile curved your lips.

— Five. — you said without hesitation, showing your open hand to emphasize the amount, with the confidence of someone who had just achieved a small personal triumph. Then you stared at him, waiting for his reaction. And when the laugh escaped his throat, deep and genuine, you knew you'd got it.

— Only five? — he repeated incredulously, gently shaking his head. — Not even I would feel anything with that amount.

But you weren't him. Your resistance was different, lower, something he'd always found fascinating. Because, in part, he liked seeing you like this, with your cheeks flushed, your eyes shining, and without the filters you usually wore under normal circumstances. He liked this version of you, looser, more transparent. More his.

From one second to the next, you sought more of him. Without warning, you closed the distance, tangling in his embrace with the same ease with which someone clings to something that comforts them. Your body molded to his easily, as if that were your place.

He gave in, because, fuck, how could he not? His arm tightened around your waist, pulling you against his chest a little more firmly, allowing you to feel the solidity of his presence, the warmth his body gave off. His other hand, still tangled in your hair, slowly descended to the curve of your back, guiding you with a gentleness that contrasted with how much he was enjoying having you so close.

— Princess... — his voice lowered a pitch, becoming deeper, more intimate. — Don't you think it's time to leave? Wouldn't you like to rest?

You pulled away just enough to look him in the eyes. And as soon as your pupils met his, there wasn't a second of hesitation in your answer.

— Get me out of here. I have nothing else to do in this place. All those people, the celebration... They've completely consumed me — you exhaled, with a hint of exhaustion you didn't try to hide. You paused for a moment, lightly biting your lip before continuing with the most honest confession of the evening. — The only thing I need now is to be with you. Without interruptions, without appearances to keep up.

He didn't wait any longer, nor did he need any other response. In a single movement, he swept you into his arms with insulting ease, as if you weighed absolutely nothing, as if carrying you like that was the most natural thing in the world.

And without further ado, he made his way through the crowd with firm, determined steps, ignoring any curious glances that might fall upon you. He didn't bother to notify the organizers, the staff, and much less your manager of your departure. He'd handle that detail later, when he could enjoy the shocked expression on that man's face when he realized you'd vanished without warning. For now, his only goal was to get you out of there, and nothing and no one would stand in his way.

【★】

The car glided smoothly to a stop in the parking lot, and as soon as he turned off the engine, he got out without delay. He walked around the vehicle with firm steps and opened the passenger door where you were. Without saying a word, he leaned forward slightly to unbuckle your seatbelt, his fingers briefly brushing the fabric of your dress as he released the latch with a subtle click. His expression was inscrutable, but in the way he helped you sit up, in the way his gaze briefly scanned your face, you could sense a different nuance, something that seemed to be torn between habit and a deeper need to take care of you.

The cool night air brushed your skin as you stepped out of the car, causing you to shudder slightly. You had barely taken a couple of steps outside when, with the same ease with which he held his gun on a mission, he scooped you up in his arms without warning.

— Heeseung! — you exclaimed in a strangled gasp, surprise etched in your voice as your arms instinctively clutched his neck. You looked at him in disbelief, trying to process his sudden action. — Put me down. I can walk on my own. I'm not drunk anymore. — you declared firmly, yet he didn't even slow his pace, carrying you with the same confidence with which he made every decision.

— I know, but I'm doing it because I understand that walking in heels is uncomfortable for you, — he replied calmly, without taking his eyes off the entrance. His tone was so nonchalant, so resolute, that for a moment you were speechless. — Even without you saying it, I know your feet are sore now.

And there it was again, that level of understanding that always disarmed you. You didn't need to tell him when you were tired, when you were uncomfortable, or when you needed support; he just knew. His ability to read you so accurately made a strange, warm, and deeply comforting feeling settle in your chest.

You entered the house amidst a complicit silence. Heeseung didn't stop until he reached the living room, where he placed you with extreme care on the sofa, making sure you were comfortable before separating from you. Then, with the same ease with which he handled any situation, he knelt in front of you and moved his hands to your ankles, unbuckling your heels with patient movements.

— You should take better care of yourself — he murmured in a low tone, barely a reproach. But with that note of tenderness that always seeped into his words when it came to you. — Sometimes I think you're too self-careless.

His firm but careful fingers began to massage the sore area, tracing circles with just the right amount of pressure to relieve the tension. You closed your eyes for a moment, letting out an involuntary sigh as the feeling of relief coursed through every fiber of your body. Unable to help it, you leaned slightly toward him, raising a hand to his face, caressing his cheek with a gentle touch, a silent thank you.

His eyes met yours, and in that silent exchange, there was something that transcended words.

— That's why I have you, — you whispered, your voice barely a thread in the stillness of the moment. — You're always there for me, protecting me right and left.

Heeseung held your hand in his, his warm palm covering you with unwavering certainty. He nodded slightly, his pupils reflecting absolute determination.

— I always will be. Don't doubt that I'll be there for you without fail, no matter what it is. — He whispered with conviction, his tone imbued with something deeper, something that hadn't needed to be said out loud for a long time.

The closeness between you narrowed almost instinctively. Your gazes intertwined, your breaths sharing the same space, the tension enveloping you with an almost tangible intensity. Your lips parted slightly, as if you wanted to say something, but any words were cut short when he too began to lean in, his face approaching yours slowly, deliberately. Anticipation vibrated in the air, and every passing second seemed to stretch the moment to the limit.

Then the door burst open.

— Oh! Good evening, miss and sir. I didn't know you had arrived. — Mrs. Kim, the housekeeper, exclaimed cheerfully, her voice echoing from the kitchen entrance.

The tension between you dissipated in a blink. Heeseung moved away in a measured movement, while you, with unusual swiftness, sat up straight on the sofa as if nothing had happened. You tried to compose your expression, avoiding at all costs letting your face betray the moment you had almost shared.

— Mrs. Kim, please take the young lady to her room and draw her a bath, — he ordered firmly, without a hint of nervousness in his tone. His self-control remained intact, although there was still something in his gaze that he couldn't quite hide. — And make sure her bed is ready.

The woman nodded with a pleased smile and gently took your arm, guiding you with the familiarity of someone who has played that role countless times. As you stood, you cast one last glance in her direction, meeting those dark eyes that seemed to want to say far more than his mouth allowed at that moment.

— Good night, Hee. — you said quietly, trying to keep your tone neutral, although there was a note of gentleness you couldn't avoid.

— Good night, princess. — he replied, his voice firm but laden with an undertone only you could recognize.

As soon as you disappeared upstairs, silence fell over the house. He stood motionless in the center of the living room, his gaze fixed on the spot where you had vanished. His fingers inside his pockets clenched tightly. He had to leave. It was what he always did. Make sure you were safe and disappear until the next day.

But this time, something was holding him there.

The echo of your voice still vibrated in his mind, the touch of your skin against his hands, the closeness you had almost shared minutes ago. He sighed heavily, shaking off the thought, when suddenly his phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the stillness of the place. He pulled out the device, and when he saw the name on the screen, his expression hardened. He frowned, his jaw clenching, but he didn't answer. Instead, he swiped to silence the call and put the phone away. That wasn't relevant, not now. Not when his priority lay elsewhere. You were safe. That was all that mattered.

Without wasting any more time, he turned on his heel and left the house, returning to the agent he'd always been.

The vibration of the hallway lights fused with the muffled echo of his footsteps as he moved forward. The coldness of the marble beneath his boots reverberated through the soles, matching the measured rhythm of his breathing. Heeseung's face was impassive, his gaze fixed straight ahead as he moved toward the meeting room, the tension in his shoulders barely perceptible beneath the controlled rigidity of his posture.

He pushed the door open with calculated firmness, the subtle creak of metal cutting through the air. Jake was leaning back in one of the leather chairs, one leg crossed over the other, a lazy smile on his face. Young Mi, sitting on his lap, ran her fingers over Jake's temples with an intimacy that had no place in this setting. Jake's hand rested with brazen familiarity on her thigh.

Heeseung barely frowned before clearing his throat with a dry sound. Young Mi instantly stepped away, while Jake, visibly relaxed, gave her a carefree smile.

— Boss... — Jake tried to compose himself, sitting up slightly in his seat. His crooked smile tried to soften the situation, but the Australian knew perfectly well there was no escaping the weight of that gaze.

Heeseung moved forward to sit opposite them, resting his elbows on the back of the chair with tense calm. The way he crossed his legs and interlaced his fingers on his knee gave the impression of someone relaxed, but Jake knew the signs of an annoyed Hee better than anyone. The air in the room dropped several degrees.

— I didn't think strategy meetings had evolved to... this kind of dynamic. — Heeseung commented with a tone laced with sarcasm, his sharp gaze scanning the space between Jake and Young Mi.

— Well, we all need a little distraction now and then... — Jake let out a nervous laugh, running a hand through his hair in a gesture that betrayed his discomfort.

— Distraction. — Heeseung repeated with a barely perceptible tilt of his head. His tone was neutral, but the charge behind that word was evident.

Jake opened his mouth to try to justify something, perhaps to ease the palpable tension that was beginning to settle in the room; but Heeseung gave him a sharp look that cut off any attempt at a response.

— Where's Jongseong and Sunghoon? — His voice was low, but the authority in it was unmistakable.

— On their way. They won't be long. — Young Mi was the one who answered, with her usual characteristic calm.

Heeseung nodded, shifting his gaze to Jake just as Young Mi stood up to say goodbye. Jake, despite his relaxed facade, couldn't help but follow the woman's gaze as she left the room with calculated elegance.

Once the door closed behind her, Heeseung returned his attention to Jake. The Australian settled into his seat, smiling with a hint of nervousness that he tried to disguise under a mask of confidence.

— Well? — Jake asked in a light tone, though his posture indicated a certain rigidity.

— Since when did you become so indiscreet? — Heeseung looked at him with a calmness that only made the accusation feel more serious.

Jake let out a dry laugh, placing a hand on the back of his head.

— Are you really going to lecture me about this? Because, if memory serves, you're not exactly a model of restraint when it comes to a certain... woman.

— It's not the same. — he defended himself almost automatically, in a sharp tone, his jaw clenched.

Jake let out a low laugh, leaning forward to argue.

— Oh, no? So tell me, what would you do if you finally put aside that pathetic self-restraint and showed your lady what you really wanted from her?

Heeseung remained silent, but the dark glint in his eyes was enough to make the Australian smirk.

— Exactly... — Sim continued, leaning back in his chair with a triumphant air. — But then, you're Lee Heeseung, the perfect guardian. The guy who controls every damn aspect of his life except when it comes to her.

The twitch in Lee's jaw was imperceptible to anyone who didn't know him as well as the man in front of him.

— This isn't the time to discuss this. — Heeseung finally said, his tone cutting.

Jake let out a nasal laugh, narrowing his eyes with a calculating expression. He was ready to continue pushing Heeseung's buttons, but before he could even utter another word, the door hinges creaked again, and that's when the two missing male presences had finally arrived. The underlying tension in the air didn't go unnoticed by both men, surnamed Park, who quickly realized that something had been happening between Sim and Lee.

— So what now? — Sunghoon was the first to speak, his tone laced with that hint of skepticism that seemed to be part of his default character.

Jongseong entered behind him, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets as he swept the room with an analytical gaze. His eyes narrowed slightly as they settled on Heeseung, whose expression still retained that sharp calm only seen after a tense exchange.

— Wow... — Jongseong trailed off with a slow, calculated smile. — We've arrived at a good time, or have we missed something interesting?

Heeseung didn't answer immediately. Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes scanning the space with a precision that suggested he was taking in every nuance in the air.

— What happened here? — Sunghoon persisted, his tone light but with a spark of genuine curiosity behind the question.

— Nothing relevant. So let's just focus our attention on whatever Jake has to show us. — Heeseung replied, his curt tone making it clear he had no intention of spilling the beans.

Without wasting any more time, the man Lee had mentioned got going; with a couple of quick gestures, Jake displayed a grainy image on his laptop screen. The figure of an individual in a dark hallway appeared, blurry but clear enough to capture the outlines of a man carrying a briefcase.

— This was captured by one of the security cameras while the system was under the control of the hack. —Jake explained, zooming in to make the figure more visible. It was only for a few seconds, during the sudden crash my system suffered while I was guiding Heeseung through the installation.

— And who's this? — Sunghoon asked, narrowing his eyes as he analyzed the image in front of them.

To which the laptop owner smiled broadly and shot a meaningful glance at Hee, then looked back at the first questioner. He added a key gesture to those glances; pretending to adjust his tie, he made them realize who it was. Sunghoon and Heeseung exchanged glances, understanding exactly what Sim was talking about.

— See, boss? I told you, the guy, beyond his visual assault with that stupid tie, never really gave me a good feeling. And I wasn't wrong. — Jake turned to the oldest of those present.

Who looked genuinely bewildered by such a revelation. He found it hard to believe that what started out as an innocent joke had actually hit the nail on the head. Even Sunghoon, who had also joined in on the joke at the time, seemed confused, but this fact.

— So, technically, it's like this... — the squad leader began, pausing dramatically to try to better connect the dots in his mind. — The first briefcase detected did end up being what was expected. A bomb that, for some reason, ended up in the hands of the guy with the tie. Whereas what we retrieved from that place, along with the criminals involved, was completely different.

Silence reigned once again as everyone present tried to weigh the thoughts in their heads, trying to channel what happened into the most congruent context.

— If the guy took the briefcase with the bomb, apparently deactivated at that point. Whereas the briefcase we managed to take contained the still-unidentified chemical, it only means that it was never really an alibi to blow up the building where the event was taking place. It was an exchange of corrupt goods. — Heeseung deduced skillfully.

— But there's still something that doesn't quite fit here — Jongseong added. — If that was the case, let's say the guy managed to sneak out of the VIP area where I was too, he would have done so at the moment I was trying to evade the two suspects who were after me. But then, how could he have made the exchange? Heeseung, you neutralized the other guys and with that, you got the briefcase that was taken as evidence. — after finishing his contribution, he turned to the others, who were also racking their brains trying to make sense of the whole thing.

It really all seemed to make no sense at all, which made them question whether it was really a mission handled fairly.

— Now that I think about it, and it still doesn't make sense. The entire exchange could have been executed during the seconds Jake was having trouble with the system — Sunghoon added. — Maybe the briefcase with the bomb never arrived at the same place Heeseung entered, but rather it could have been left at some key point, and what Hee intervened in was the subjects receiving their share of the exchange, and we always went after the wrong briefcase.

Everyone turned to look at the sniper, as his assumption didn't sound so far-fetched.

— Jake, didn't Young-Mi happen to bring an interrogation report with her? — Heeseung immediately questioned, to which the aforementioned quickly nodded and took out the document, leaving it on the desk. — Perfect. Jongseong, this is your task, and getting me the details later is a must. Jake, I want you to use your skills to find the identity of the subject who ended up taking the first briefcase. I'll be waiting.

With nothing else to add, he got up from his chair and left the office like a bat out of hell. This variant of the operation—although it might not seem like it—had him on edge. But his mind was also elsewhere, and he was going there.

【★】

The lively laughter of children echoed throughout the room, infecting you in the process. Children could be quite witty at times, which always helped make the outdoor art workshop in the gallery garden less boring for you. Your young apprentices had their own way of standing out, and you firmly believed that their little minds were more volatile and profound than an adult's. Their raw, innocent creativity and their interest in learning from you were incredible.

Until there came those moments when you'd rather everyone remained silent, and the curiosity of their constantly fluctuating little minds didn't get the best of them.

— Noona... — one of the younger ones suddenly alluded to you, to which you responded with a soft hum, letting him know he had your attention despite your gaze fixed on the small canvas in your hands. — Can love be expressed through painting?

The question caught you off guard, firstly because of its depth, despite being the inquiry of a child of only eight years old. Secondly, you knew that coming up with an answer, with the most appropriate words for someone of his age and understanding, would take a little extra effort.

— Love can be expressed in many ways, Jin-Seo — you begin in a simple and concise way, pausing momentarily to encourage the other person's anticipation, and then continuing with the formulation of your answer. — The most common way people express their love is by saying "I love you," because that way they are letting their opposite know that they feel love. But most people affirm that showing love goes beyond just putting it into words. There must also be actions and gestures that support the love you say you feel.

You thought they weren't paying attention to you until you looked up from the canvas and most of the little ones were staring at you intently, especially the one who asked the question. Maybe they were interested in your words, or just mesmerized by the gentle tone of your voice.

— So, with that in mind, consider that love could be expressed through painting. An example of this could be when you're painting and think of someone important, or like when you put something on canvas and want to give it to that person, or for that person to be the first to see it. — You added to your explanation, a kind of self-reflection, since while you were saying each word, there was only one person you could think of.

After a moment, everyone began to converse among themselves, while simultaneously continuing with their artistic activities. What you said earlier seemed to resonate with them; it amused you to see them talking about it, when many of them probably didn't understand anything.

— Someone whose art is abstract and profound also seems to have a mindset driven by the same patterns. — A male voice suddenly sounded behind you, causing you to flinch slightly. There was nothing familiar about that timbre.

Turning around in your position, you saw an expensive-looking man in a tight-fitting suit, his face sporting an expression of apparent delight, though you couldn't easily tell if it was due to your analogy, the children, or some deeper reason. You glanced quickly, searching for the relief bodyguard, who turned out to be out of position. You felt a touch of panic, but tried to approach the situation calmly.

— Excuse me, but this is a restricted area. The public is not allowed to enter unless I so permit. — You spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument. But the man didn't seem to be perturbed by your direct tone.

His smile, barely a subtle curl of his lips, remained intact as his eyes slowly scanned the scene in front of him. The precision with which he analyzed his surroundings alerted you; that kind of attention didn't befit a mere onlooker.

— I'm truly sorry for breaking the rules set by our miss — he said then, his tone laden with calculated difference. — But I couldn't contain my excitement… Nor could I miss the opportunity to see you work up close. It seemed like the closest way to fulfilling every loyal admirer's dream.

The term “loyal admirer” hung in the air, imbued with a weight you couldn't quite place. The way he had said it, with a disturbing mix of sincerity and reverence, sharpened your senses. Your fingers, still holding the paintbrush, twitched slightly as you searched your memory for any clue that might justify those words.

Suddenly, images began to emerge in your mind like a series of fleeting slides: that man's face appearing again and again among the crowds at every event, exhibition, and auction you had participated in. A constant but until now imperceptible presence, camouflaged among the attendees, among the shadows on the periphery, observing you with an insistence that, in retrospect, seemed chilling. And then, a name resonated in your thoughts like a distant but precise echo.

— Kang Hyun-Woo. — you said the name with a mixture of caution and certainty, carefully gauging his reaction.

The guy smiled. Not a casual or merely polite smile, but an expression filled with genuine and profound satisfaction, as if he had just received a long-awaited confirmation.

— It's quite an honor to be recognized. That an artist of your caliber not only remembers my name, but also captures my presence... that far exceeds my expectations. — His voice lowered a pitch, becoming more intimate, sharper.

— I couldn't miss the name of an elite buyer — you replied in a more neutral tone. Trying not to show your growing discomfort caused by his presence. — Although, I must admit, I would never think that a man like you, whose profession is linked to electronic systems and devices, would be an art enthusiast. — you add almost scathingly.

— Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, miss. You’d be surprised to know that art is also one of my passions — Such a statement is accompanied by hand gestures and somewhat exaggerated but measured expressions. It was strange, and even more so when I heard his next comment: — Or at least, I could say that it’s your art that fascinates me. Your pieces are simply exquisite, and each one is better than the last. — His idolization was simply on another level.

— Noona is a great painter. — one of the children suddenly spoke up, innocently intervening in this particular exchange. In fact, the sudden childish contribution brought an even wider smile to Kang's face.

— Right? She's simply the best painter of her generation, if not of all time. — he replied with satisfaction, turning to the little boy, who smiled at him as if nothing had happened.

You watched the scene in silence, thinking of a discreet way to get this guy dragged out and finally disturb the tranquility of your space. You didn't want anything too grotesque and inappropriate to happen in front of the children present. Before you could even begin to realize your thoughts and ideas, your savior arrived.

Heeseung glanced at you, then at the children sitting there painting. He knew he had to be careful with his actions, now that he had an audience of delicate little minds.

— Sir, I will ask you in the most peaceful way to accompany me to the exit. Users who violate the establishment's rules receive a penalty, and that will be your case. — He spoke in a measured voice, although the underlying severity was perceptible.

In a discreet movement, his hand closed around Hyun-Woo's wrist with a calculated pressure, enough to cause a subtle creaking in the joints. The other man's expression instantly tensed, his smile fading as his eyes widened with a mixture of disbelief and pain.

— I was just offering my admiration to the lady. I didn't mean to cause any trouble; my intentions are simply to personally pay my compliments to the artist who creates all the paintings hanging in my house. — Kang assured him, his tone forcedly calm, although the rigidity of his jaw and the hostility in his gaze toward Heeseung betrayed his pain and discontent.

Heeseung didn't let go of his wrist. The pressure of his fingers remained calculated, firm but not overtly violent, just enough to remind Hyun-Woo who was in control at the moment. His eyes remained sharp, cold, devoid of any trace of superficial courtesy.

— Admiration... — Heeseung repeated the word with a measured cadence, as if savoring it. — If that's the case, I would recommend that you limit your admiration to galleries, auction catalogs, and your acquisitions. Because if you again take on responsibilities that aren't yours... — He leaned in slightly, enough so that only Hyun-Woo could hear him. — I will make sure that your eyes never again know what it's like to look at one of my lady's works. — The tone was soft, almost intimate, but the implicit threat was unmistakable. The opponent sensed the weight of those words clearly, because his eyes narrowed slightly, and the line of his smile stiffened.

However, without letting him add anything else, Heeseung dragged him toward the exit, leaving you to continue the lessons with your young apprentices.

【★】

Your face lit up with excitement as you looked at the final results of your cute students' paintings. The secondary room of the gallery, designated for the workshop, was full of them, giving it a colorful and pleasant vibe, as they were displayed on the walls of the installation.

— They're getting better and better. — Heeseung comments, as he delights in watching your happy expression. And his delight doubled the moment you turned to him, flashing that wide smile of yours. You looked so proud.

— Yes, they really are. They already know so many more things and techniques than when the workshop started. They're incredible. — you boast proudly, as you walk around the room, eyeing each of your young apprentices' works.

Lee can't take his eyes off you, too entranced by the charm your person radiates, so naturally and effortlessly. Seeing you like this provokes so much in him, and he couldn't help himself, rising from the stool to discreetly approach you from behind. Once close, he leaned down to your level and fixed his gaze on the profile of your face, since you, for one, were too absorbed in those small paintings.

— Being taught by someone incredible can make you incredible too — he murmurs in an almost tender tone, a tone he would only allow himself to use with you. — Don't be so surprised. They're learning from you. It's obvious they'll end up being exceptional in the long run. Although... they'll never surpass their wonderful teacher. And if they do, I'll find a way to change that.

His words make a soft chuckle escape your lips; you couldn't help but find a certain amusement in the way this version of him contrasted so much with what many people see at first glance. The stoic and imposing man, whom many feared, became surprising sweet around you. Yet he still managed to make things more disconcerting when he had the chance, for example, his constant obsession with making you walk on clouds, only to then simply clip your wings, marking the limits of his professionalism.

— What's so funny? — he suddenly asks, looking at you with a frown, a clear manifestation of his confusion at your prolonged amusement.

— The fact that the mouth you use to shower me with praise is the same one that later utters words that break my heart, and also the same one that does nothing to finally meet mine. — you reply, your laughter gradually fading away and leaving your face with a more somber, almost expressionless expression.

You turn slowly, drawn almost instinctively to the source of that familiar, deep tension that usually surrounds you. Your eyes meet his, and the space between you shrinks to nothing. Your breaths mingle in the air that vibrates between you, heavy with something unspoken, something you both feel but that never quite materializes. His gaze, dark and penetrating, bores into yours, as if he could read every thought struggling to break free in your mind. But, as always, there's something holding him back. Something that prevents that line from finally being crossed.

Heeseung straightens with a barely perceptible sigh, his expression transforming into a mixture of resignation and regret. His eyes never leave yours for a second.

— I'm sorry — he murmurs in that deep, controlled voice that nevertheless betrays a hint of vulnerability. — I'm sorry for not being reckless enough to...

His voice trails off, but you understand perfectly what he's trying to say. That impulse to cross the line, to surrender to the inevitable, always clashes with his iron self-control.

— Save those words — you reply, your tone soft, but tinged with a tiredness that comes from the constant repetition of this same cycle. — It's always the same with you, Heeseung. The confusing signals, the words, the boundaries. — you add, taking a step back, intending to get away before that mix of desire and frustration ends up breaking something inside you.

But he reacts before you can. His hand catches your wrist in a swift, precise movement, and suddenly you feel him spin you around and propel you toward one of the tables. A small gasp escapes your lips when your body meets the cold surface, and before you can process it, he slides between your legs, occupying the space left by your labored breathing.

One of his hands rises with deliberate slowness to grasp your wrists and pin them behind your lower back. The other, however, rests on your jaw with a reverence that contradicts the firmness of his grip. His thumb brushes the line of your jaw, and the tension in his gaze is so palpable that you feel trapped in the dark abyss of his eyes.

— What do you mean by mixed signals? — he asks, his tone low and laden with something heavier than simple curiosity. His eyes darken even further when his thumb brushes over your skin in a gesture so intimate it takes your breath away. — Because as far as I know, I've made it very clear that I adore you. That you're my biggest weakness.

The intensity of his words makes your breath hitch and your heart race. But he doesn't pull away. Not this time.

— It's not just words. Words aren't enough if actions don't back them up, Lee Heeseung. — you whisper, your voice barely breaking as memories of the thoughtful response you gave Jin-Seo hours earlier during the workshop flood your mind.

He remains silent, but you can feel the tension in his body intensify. The conflict is evident in the way his eyes scan you, searching for something he perhaps can't even name.

— You're right. I can't go on without using actions to back up my words, can't I? — he asks rhetorically, looking at you with such intensity that it makes your heart flutter. That distinct glint in his gaze generates so much anticipation.

Then, with a slow, calculated movement, you see him lean toward you. His nose brushes yours, and his lips barely touch yours, so close yet so far away. The promise implicit in that touch sends a shiver down your spine. Your breath catches between you, and the moment seems stretched to the limit, on the verge of breaking at any second. But just as the chasm between you is about to close completely, a loud crash interrupts the moment.

Fire alarms and other people's screams echo through the gallery's main hall, scything the air with their piercing, urgent sound. Heeseung jerks away, going to look through the window. You can barely process what just happened as the sound of sirens continues to echo in your ears, marking the abrupt end of a moment that nearly redefined everything, and at the same time the beginning of what could be considered the most heartbreaking catharsis of your life.

— Tell me it's not what I think it is... — you say fearfully, your voice barely above a whisper, as you approach the same window where Heeseung is looking out.

He turns in your direction, his expression indecipherable to the naked eye, and that only seems to disconcert you. Drawing strength from where you didn't know you had it, you push him aside and finally look out the window. The burning glow in the distance is reflected in your gaze, tears flowing as so many years of your life flash before your eyes. Everything that defined you, all your achievements, goals, and dreams come true, were burning.

Your impulsiveness led you to stumble out of the back room, running in the direction where the fire had already spread. People ran desperately toward the emergency exit, while you headed straight for the heart of the fire. Your clouded, thoughtless mind made you see the scene as if it were unfolding in slow motion. The flames rose mercilessly, burning the infrastructure and everything in their path. The smoke alarms continued to blare, along with the terrified screams of the people. All of it became the soundtrack to such a tragedy.

Before you could enter, you felt yourself being pulled forcefully. You didn't bother to look at who it was; you didn't need to, and your brain certainly wasn't at its full capacity to stop and check that it was Heeseung.

— You can't go in there! The structure could collapse at any moment! — he exclaimed, flustered, and dragged you backward, away from the risk zone, pulling your body in the direction of the emergency exit in the garden.

— My paintings… I have to go get them… — your response comes out automatically, which is how your mind was working. Or at least it did until emotions took over and your screams deafened the eardrums of the man holding you. — Let me go, Heeseung! My whole world and life is in there, I have to go get my things! — you shout, abruptly twisting in Lee’s arms, struggling to make him release his firm grip on you and let you go rescue your precious creations.

But he doesn’t budge, and he wasn’t planning on doing so…

— There’s no point in you doing this! — he growls through gritted teeth, resisting your abrupt, almost aggressive movements, trying to neutralize them. — You can paint new paintings, you can acquire new materials and so on. All of those things are replaceable. But you aren’t! I won’t have another you if I let you go all the way there and put your life at risk! So don't ask me to let you go, because I'm not going to. — he declares resolutely, leaving no room for argument.

Without even giving you the chance to insist a little further, he easily lifts you up and throws you over his shoulder to carry you out of that place. As you walk toward the exit, you look around, watching the fire spread even to the secondary room, the same one that housed the creations of your young apprentices, their first steps into art, all those pleasant memories accumulating in your mind at that very moment. And soon, just as Heeseung had predicted, the structure began to collapse, yielding to the intensity of the fire, causing a resounding roar. Thus marking the extinction of that place you had forged with so much effort and taken to the top. It was the end of your world, the death of a part of you that might never be the same again.

【★】

Your gaze remained fixed on the table in front of you, but you weren't really looking at it. The cold metal beneath your fingers seeped into your skin, chilling you to the bone, but even that couldn't shake you out of that lethargic state. The voices around you were only a distant murmur, a background noise that faded before reaching your mind. All that remained was that dense, overwhelming emptiness that gripped your chest like a claw.

The sound of heels clicking firmly against the floor pulled you out of that mental fog. The echo spread through the room like a warning, each step calculated and confident, until the figure of a woman appeared in the doorway. Beautiful, impeccably dressed in a dark suit that accentuated her slender figure. Her hair was tied back with precision, not a single strand out of place. Her presence radiated authority and coldness.

Without saying a word, she pulled a badge from her jacket and placed it on the table, the scrape of plastic against metal breaking the awkward silence. You glanced at it only out of reflex, your eyes sliding over the engraved letters before she spoke.

— Seo Young-Mi. Prosecutor in charge of your case. — Her tone was direct, firm, but not lacking in subtle professional kindness.

You didn't respond. Your gaze had already shifted toward the tinted glass at the side of the room. You knew Heeseung was there. You felt it. That strange warmth that only he could make you feel, even in the midst of a disaster, was there, piercing the chill of the room. You could almost imagine his expression, the tension in his jaw, the way his fingers were probably clutching his own arms to keep from intruding into the room.

Young-Mi settled into the chair opposite you, crossing her legs with innate elegance. She rested her elbows on the table and interlaced her fingers. Her eyes scanned you carefully, reading every microexpression on your face.

— I know this might be difficult... — she began, softening her tone a little more, in an attempt to show some empathy, even if it was professional.

— But I need you to answer a few questions so we can continue the investigation. The interrogation will be recorded. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you have the right to stop it.

Your hands clenched in your lap. The lump in your throat thickened, making it difficult to breathe. Young-Mi slid a notebook and pen across the table, waiting patiently.

— Let's start from the beginning — she continued, striking a posture that denoted her interest and attention. — What was the first thing you saw when the fire started?

A chill ran down your spine. The image of the fire burst into your mind with painful clarity: the flames devouring the walls, the air saturated with smoke and screams. The suffocating sensation of heat on your skin. The panic. The emptiness.

— It wasn't much... When the fire started, I was busy in the gallery's secondary room. I didn't find out about the fire until it was already well underway and the alarms went off. — you answered effortlessly, your voice coming out weak and ragged. Your breathing became erratic, your shoulders trembled.

Young-Mi didn't press that point further. He just jotted something down in his notebook and moved on to the next question. The rest of the conversation passed in a blurry stream of words and short answers, your mind disconnecting from each sentence as soon as it was spoken. All you really felt was that feeling of being watched through glass.

Finally, Young-Mi closed the notebook and slid it to the side.

— That will suffice for now. Thank you for your cooperation, and I'm sorry for your situation. — she concluded, his professional tone resurfacing. He stood with mechanical elegance, smoothing the wrinkles in his jacket as he headed for the door.

No sooner had he left the room than the door opened again... and this time it was him who entered.

Heeseung crossed the threshold with confident steps, but his expression was thick with tension. His gaze scanned your face, searching for something in your dull eyes that probably wasn't there. Without saying anything, he crouched down in front of you and held your face in his hands, his gentleness contrasting with the strength of his grip.

— Hey, you handled it well, princess. — he murmured in a surprisingly sweet tone, his thumb gently caressing your cheek in an attempt to comfort you.

Your throat tightened. A tremor ran through your lips as you leaned into his touch, letting the warmth of his skin seep into your own coldness. You closed your eyes, resting your cheek on his palm. His touch was the only thing that managed to stabilize the turmoil of internal chaos.

— Get me out of here, please, take me home... — you whispered, your voice breaking at the end of the sentence.

Heeseung took a deep breath. His fingers slid along your jawline, holding you as if he feared you might crumble at any moment.

— There's something I must do first, and then I can take you to rest. Do you think you can wait for me? It won't take too long, I promise. — he replied gently, though his gaze darkened with a mixture of guilt and resolve.

You didn't have the strength to argue, so you simply nodded slightly, your eyes narrowing as he leaned in a little closer and pressed a brief, warm kiss to your forehead.

When he made a move to withdraw, you didn't hesitate. You stood up almost reflexively, your footsteps following his without him having to ask. The door closed behind you with a hollow sound, but you focused only on the figure walking in front of you, his shoulders tense and his gait firm. It didn't matter where he went or what he had to do. In that moment, all you needed was to be near him.

The sound of your footsteps echoed empty in the cold hallways as you followed Heeseung, who walked with a firm, confident stride, as if everything that had happened was just a passing cloud already dissipating in his mind. However, the weight of what he had experienced continued to crush your chest. The images of the fire, the anguish of seeing your world reduced to ashes, remained stuck to your skin, like a ghost. But you couldn't show any of that. He was there, by your side, and all you could do was keep up with him, hoping his presence would soothe some of the pain inside you.

As you reached a particular door, Heeseung stopped without warning, turning to face you. The softness in his gaze didn't go unnoticed, despite the tension surrounding him.

— Please stay here. — he said in a voice that brooked no argument. Though he didn't speak loudly, there was something in his authority that made it clear: you couldn't follow him any further.

However, the way his eyes lingered on yours for a second, as if he were trying to say something without words, made you feel a strange mix of comfort and despair. You nodded wordlessly, as if your strength could no longer rebel. He had always been the one who led the way, the one who took the reins, and though that sometimes frustrated you, in that moment, you needed him.

— I won't be long. — Was the only thing she said before disappearing behind the door with the soft creak of the wood closing. You stood there, staring at the closed door.

It wasn't that you didn't want to wait. It was that you didn't know what else to do with your life, now that everything you'd built seemed to be crumbling around you. You headed to one of the nearby chairs, searching for something to anchor you to the present, even a minimal distraction. Your eyes fell to the floor, to the reflection of the light that slipped through the walls, seeking some solace in your surroundings.

The creaking of heels interrupted your trance, and you looked up to find Young-Mi walking in your direction with calculated elegance. Her bearing wasn't so distant, but there was something in her gait that told you she wasn't a woman you could ask for too much. Somehow, she sat down next to you with a naturalness that surprised you, and before you could react, she was already there, by your side.

— Oh, you're still here. — she pointed out, her voice soft but curious, the weight of the situation not allowing her to change the tone of her question.

You didn't know what to answer, so you just stared at the floor for a moment, not wanting to burden her with your thoughts.

— Yes, I'm waiting for Heeseung. — you murmured, barely able to raise your voice. As if saying her name would lighten something that was worrying you, even for a moment.

Young-Mi, who was watching your movements closely, nodded slowly, unhurriedly, as if she had already expected a similar answer. She didn't pressure you or insist, something that, without knowing why, relaxed you slightly. Instead, she remained there, still, waiting silently.

Shortly after, he broke the silence, with a gentle demeanor and something she might have considered the perfect opportunity to speak.

— I must tell you something, taking advantage of the fact that I finally have the pleasure of seeing you in person, — she began, in the same gentle voice, as if she were opening a window in the middle of a storm. — Heeseung talks a lot about you, about how incredible your art is. He says you're able to convey what others can't, that every brushstroke is filled with emotion, something... unique.

Your eyes, they rose toward her, even though you didn't want to listen. You didn't want someone talking to you about your art, not in this place, not after what had happened. However, Young-Mi continued calmly, unbothered by the silence that enveloped you.

— I visited your gallery once. And I confess that what Heeseung said isn't an exaggeration. Your work has something special. — She paused, observing your face with curiosity, perhaps trying to understand your distance.

At that moment, the pain of loss crept into your chest again, stronger. It wasn't just the fire anymore. It was the disappearance of something that was a part of you. But with the same calm with which she had begun, Young-Mi leaned toward you, as if understanding something beyond words.

— I understand this isn't the best time to talk about it, but I wanted you to know. — she said softly, looking at you with some empathy and a certain regret. To which you simply remained silent.

The lump in your throat was so tight you couldn't speak. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, all you managed to utter was a brief, if somewhat empty, response.

— Thank you — you replied softly, your lips sealed in a forced smile, devoid of any real emotion. Had it been any other circumstance, things would definitely be different. — But... Please, I'd prefer you not talk about the gallery anymore. Not even about that.

Young-Mi nodded, making no further comment, as if she respected you more than you could express. In an act of tacit understanding, she remained silent, giving you the space you needed.

Elsewhere, inside the room, the conversation between Heeseung and Jongseong continued:

— The fire is under control, but the evidence still doesn't seem clear. The teams are still checking, but we have to wait to see what else can be found, — Jongseong commented, pointing at some notes on the table. — Hopefully, we'll be able to better understand what happened once we have Jake to review the recordings from the other side of the location.

— Okay, keep me updated on that. I'll be on the lookout, Lee replied, his tone firm and serious.

— I made sure they prioritized this case. For you… and for her — he added, a hint of respect in his voice. Heeseung looked up, his dark eyes reflecting a glimmer of recognition and gratitude. — Also, here are the details of the past mission and its loose ends, too. — Heeseung stated, extending a document to the major, who took it.

— Thanks, Jong. — Was all he said, but Jongseong understood the true weight behind that word.

Without another word, Heeseung pushed himself away from the table and left the room. His eyes instantly found your figure, sitting next to Young-Mi. The prosecutor spoke in a low voice, but as soon as she saw him leave the room, she stood up with a slight nod and walked into the room from which the other party had emerged.

Your gaze met his, and without needing to say a word, you stood up and approached. He looked at you with that mixture of concern and tenderness that had become so persistent in recent hours, and without hesitation, he touched your cheek with his fingertips.

— Ready to go? — he asked gently, his tone more like a whisper than a question. You just nodded. And when he took your hand, you allowed him to lead you out of that room.

When you truly care about someone, the last thing you want is to experience the pain of seeing them suffer, but... How do you make someone stop suffering like that? That was the question Heeseung had been constantly asking himself over the past few weeks, ever since the day of the fateful fire that took away what you loved most. He's done nothing but divide his responsibilities between his work as an agent and watching you deal with what could be considered the deepest depression he's ever seen you experience. And yes, he's seen you go through many bad times, but this, this was beyond comparison; even he could sense that.

Of course, as your bodyguard, he genuinely cares; after all, ensuring your well-being is his job. But, in his role as the man who so adores your existence, he'd been racking his brain trying to come up with something to help you cope or completely alleviate your current discomfort. But whatever he could come up with, the first step would be to get you out of your room…

Heeseung entered the house with firm but silent steps. The sunlight filtering through the windows filled the entryway with a soft, golden glow, bathing everything around him in a warm glow. His eyes scanned the room, pausing at the foot of the stairs as he looked longingly up to the upper floor. Without wasting a single second, he climbed up there, making his way towards your room.

He carefully opened your door, and just as he expected, upon entering, he found you sleeping soundly. Your cold, dark bedroom somehow radiated the sadness that dwelled within you, the same sadness he'd so frequently witnessed in your eyes these past few days. With light steps, he approached, reached for the nightstand beside your bed, and turned on the small lamp he knew was there. As he did so, it cut through the darkness in the room, and the first thing he saw was your face twist into an expression of disgust, clearly due to the light that suddenly shone directly into your face.

He smiled inwardly, finding your gesture so adorable. Then he simply crouched to the side and reached up to brush away a few strands of hair that had fallen into your face. He also ran his thumb between your eyebrows, gently caressing the area until your frown relaxed and your peaceful expression returned. Seeing you like this, he felt warmth flood his chest and a subtle tingling in his stomach. He liked you so much, there was no doubt about it, he couldn't deny it to himself, not even if he tried.

— Princess, the sun's up. Time to wake up. — His voice echoed in a soft murmur, trying not to be too rude when waking you up. And he succeeded; he saw you open one eye and then close it again.

— So what... am I going to photosynthesize or something? — you replied in a sleepy, deep voice, as you shifted between the sheets, shifting positions, now facing him with your back to him.

Perplexed, he admired your sleeping form for a few seconds; sometimes he forgot how sharp your tongue could be. Choosing not to be defeated, he straightened up to walk to the window and, mentally praying that you wouldn't insult him, he slid the curtains aside, causing the room to fill with the warm light of day.

— Lee Heeseung, close that fucking curtain and let me sleep in peace! — Your annoyed voice echoed in the bedroom, and he could only laugh as he watched you cover yourself from head to toe with the blanket.

— Get up, miss. You've got a busy day ahead of you today — he replied, half-amused and half-firm, reaching over to tug at your blanket. But you were more reluctant, clinging to it and not letting him move it. — Come on, I really have a good day planned for you. Get out of bed. — he added, his tone so insistent it seemed almost like a plea. But even that didn't stop him from struggling with the blanket.

— Let go of the fucking blanket, and I'll get up voluntarily. — you said, finally peeking your head out, giving him an annoyed look. To which he raised an eyebrow at you, not trusting your word.

— How do I know this isn't some trick on your part? — he inquires, momentarily giving up on pulling at the soft material, but not completely letting go.

— First, because I would never refuse a plan with you. Second, because you're stronger than me, and if you keep pulling at this thing, you'll end up taking it off and discovering that my panties are the only thing I'm wearing right now. — you warn, somewhat annoyed. And that last reason was enough for her to finally let go of the blanket without further struggle and walk away.

Obviously, she was upset to hear such a revelation, but she made an effort to act normal and maintain her composure.

— Okay, then... go get ready. I'll wait for you downstairs. — She excused herself somewhat nervously and then simply left the room, giving you some privacy.

【★】

The crunch of gravel under your boots mingled with the dry echo of bullets hitting the targets. The warmth of the sun filtered through the scattered clouds, enveloping the training grounds in an atmosphere filled with tension and constant noise. Gunshots rang through the air, some sharper than others, followed by the metallic crackle of bullets hitting their targets. You walked at a steady pace, but not without casting annoyed glances around, clearly annoyed by the surroundings you found yourself in.

— Really? It wasn't enough for you to force me to get up early, and now I also have to endure this hellish sun? — you muttered, pushing back a strand of hair that the wind had blown across your face.

Heeseung, walking slightly ahead of you, turned his head with a lopsided smile, the one you knew so well and that, unfortunately for you, always managed to disarm you.

— If you keep complaining, I'll make you walk around the training grounds until you forget how to complain. — His tone was light, but his eyes held a hint of mischief that made you frown.

— You wouldn't dare. — you blurted out, with a mixture of disbelief and veiled threat. For his part, Heeseung just laughed softly, a low sound that somehow shook you.

— You think so? — he retorted, tilting his head to one side.

You shot him a dirty look, but before you could continue reproaching him, he raised a hand and pointed toward a farther part of the field, where a covered structure stood.

— Don't worry, you won't be under the sun. Let's go to target practice. — he added simply.

You stopped abruptly, your eyebrows raising in surprise as you turned your head to him.

— Target practice? — you repeated, almost unable to believe it. Heeseung nodded, watching you with that serene yet penetrating expression that always made you feel like he could read your every thought.

— You once said you were curious about what it felt like to shoot a gun," he explained matter-of-factly, as if it were the most casual comment in the world. "I thought this would be a good opportunity.

You continued staring at him, trying to remember when you'd said that. And then you remembered. It had been during a casual conversation, one random night in your living room, while he was cleaning his gun after returning from a mission. You had quietly mentioned that you'd always been curious about that sensation: the weight of the gun in your hands, the vibration of the recoil, the dry sound of the shot breaking the air. It had been a fleeting confession, something you never thought he'd actually take into account.

— How do you still remember that? — you asked, your tone softening without you even realizing it. Heeseung shrugged, shifting his gaze to the field for a second before looking back at you.

— I always listen to you. Even when it's things you say quietly, or details that don't seem important to you, but are to me — he replied with a hint of sincerity that lodged itself in your chest. He paused for a second, his gaze softening. — I can't help it."

You were speechless, feeling a warm surge of emotion lodge itself in your core. But before you could formulate a response, he took a few steps further into the facility, and you had to jog to catch up.

The atmosphere changed as soon as they walked through the door into the shooting range. The sound of gunfire became more subdued, muffled by the thick walls of the structure. Several paper targets were lined up at the end of a long, narrow hallway, pierced by holes of varying sizes. The metallic scent of gunpowder wafted through the air, thick and pungent.

Heeseung approached a table where an arsenal of weapons rested and picked up a sleek, black pistol, along with a pair of protective headphones and goggles. With fluid movements, he picked up the weapon and checked the magazine before extending it to you, offering it to you with a calm but expectant expression.

— Ready to try it? — His tone was gentle, but his eyes sparkled with a hint of anticipation, perhaps excited to see you experience something new, something that wasn't quite your style.

You hesitated for a second, your eyes scanning the polished line of the weapon and then returning to his face. You couldn't help but feel a slight chill run down your spine at the thought of holding a real gun. But when you saw the confidence in the way he looked at you, something inside you settled.

— What if I miss? — you murmured, taking the gun gently, feeling its cold weight in your hands.

Heeseung took a step closer, helping you put on the protective gear, then wrapping his hands around yours to adjust the grip. The warmth of his fingers on your skin made you feel a tingle that spread to the base of your neck. He parted your legs with his foot, straightening your back properly.

— You don't have to get it right away. Just trust me, you'll see you won't get bored. Besides, even I didn't get it right the first time, so no pressure, princess. — he assured calmly, his voice just inches from your ear as he positioned himself behind you to help you calibrate and lock onto the target in front of you.

Only, as expected, the closeness and pressure of his body against yours, his hands on your waist, his warm breath caressing your cheek, and his low, raspy voice— These were enough to make you nervous, so much so that your hands were trembling slightly. And unfortunately for you, Lee noticed.

— If you keep shaking like that, you're definitely not going to hit the shot. — he whispered huskily at the edge of your ear, causing an electric current to travel along your spinal cord.

— Then get out of the way and let me do it on my own. — you replied defensively, trying to hide your nervousness. Heeseung glanced at you and just smiled, giving no indication that he was planning to leave you.

— I'm your bodyguard. I'm literally watching your back to keep you steady in case the force of the shot pushes you back. — His response was accompanied by a readjustment of his grip on your waist. However, you ignored him, simply focusing on the target in front of you, maintaining your position and your gaze fixed forward. — Okay, this is a good position, pull the trigger when you feel ready. — he adds, and no sooner had he finished speaking than the first shot you fired.

The bullet, to the surprise of even the man behind you, actually hit the target. You soon heard a contemplative whistle, and even applause from him.

— I guess it was beginner's luck on my side. — you hasten to comment, hoping to preempt any praise your precious attorney was already thinking of heaping.

— Beginner's luck or not, that was incredible, Princess. It was very natural. Do you want to try it again? — he asks, and with a quick nod you respond, then get into position.

And so it was a second time, and several more times you continued shooting, missing and hitting, but especially enjoying the activity and Heeseung's company. It wasn't something you'd thought you'd enjoy doing, but it was quite therapeutic… somehow, and it helped improve your mood. It was stress-relieving and exciting at the same time. Besides, if there was one thing particularly remarkable about all this, it was seeing Heeseung more open-minded, less stoic and proper.

Eventually, once you'd finished emptying a second cartridge, you began to take off your earmuffs and glasses, handing everything to Heeseung, along with the gun, for him to sort through. You'd had enough; you were even a little tired now that the adrenaline rush was starting to wear off.

— So what next? What else is on the itinerary? — you asked, as you both walked back to the facility's exit.

Then, once you're outside, Heeseung suddenly stops in his tracks and looks at you. There's a slight hint of suggestiveness gleaming in his eyes. That detail doesn't go unnoticed, as does the way he then shifts his attention and gaze toward the rustic training ground not far from you.

— You're going to run ten laps around the field. — His voice and expression, at first glance, reveal apparent seriousness, and after his declaration, he suddenly adopts a firm, almost strict stance. — It's required to unlock the next activi-

Before he could add anything else, you were already running toward the car, dramatically shouting "No," with a prolonged "No," causing the older man to burst out laughing as he watches you struggle to open the door, trying to escape from him and his plan, which was nothing more than a joke. He just wanted to test the waters, see what kind of reaction he'd get from you, and without a doubt, the result was endearing.

【★】

On such a hectic day, which started early, filled with fun activities, delicious food, and moments you'd surely remember forever, the mix of warm orange and red hues was finally beginning to settle in the sky. A few clouds embraced the sun, as if wishing to bid it farewell as it set, the afternoon felt so light. You were tired, yes, but no less happy. You couldn't even remember the last time you'd deviated so abruptly from your routine.

And now you understood why people say it's always good to try and do new things.

Heeseung had put so much effort into it, everything so perfectly planned, from the places you visited, which were one better than the last. You'd never seen beyond the same old streets, you'd missed out on much of the charm of your own city, but thanks to him, that had changed. Besides, the day, although well-planned around you, had also had the opportunity to explore new shades and nuances in the man who dedicated his entire day off to trying to make you feel good and smile again.

During the depressive episode triggered by the loss of the gallery after the fire, you hadn't been aware of how much you'd truly shut down. You'd been so depressed that even making art at home didn't cheer you up. But with this change of scenery, and Heeseung taking matters into his own hands, everything seemed better.

— Are you falling asleep, or why do you suddenly seem so quiet? — His warm voice suddenly cut through the silence inside the car, interrupting your thoughts and recollections of the day. — We're not done yet. I need you with energy for a little longer, okay? — he added, simultaneously patting your thigh gently to wake you up.

The soft noise of the engine filled the silence between you, providing a momentary calm before you decided to say something.

— I'm not one for surprises, and yet here I am, inwardly excited about whatever the man I like so much has prepared to cheer me up. — A soft murmur is your response, as you look out the car window. The city flashed by outside the windows, a blur of light and shadow.

A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips at your murmur. He knew you didn't like surprises, but he also knew that, deep down, you appreciate the effort and thought that goes into them.

— Just wait and see, okay? I promise you won't regret it. — he stated, casting a fond but brief glance at your facial profile.

After what seemed like a torturous eternity, the car was finally being parked on a sidewalk; Heeseung hurried to get out and walk around the vehicle, going to your side to open the door and carefully help you out of the passenger seat.

— What's this? — you asked almost automatically, confusion surfacing now that you were both standing outside what at first glance appeared to be a well-decorated establishment, with modern designs and structures. Heeseung didn't bother to clarify your growing doubts, just took your hand and led you inside.

The place was divided into two floors: The first floor had a reception area and was a spacious, well-lit facility. You took a thorough look around, scanning the place and seeing how it stirred certain feelings in you.

— Let's go upstairs, that's where the real important part is. — Without giving you a second to react, he was already taking your hand and leading you upstairs to the second floor.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the place was the available space. Then your gaze inevitably fell on the things in that area. It was equipped with tables piled with all kinds of art materials, from canvases to easels, which were clearly new. And the walls were blank, presenting a different kind of canvas. It was like your old studio, maybe bigger.

With tears in your eyes, you turned to look at him. Vulnerability and a host of indescribable emotions radiating in your eyes.

— Please, don't tell me you... — You couldn't even finish your sentence without your voice breaking.

He saw the emotions reflected on his face and how your voice caught in your throat. His heart contracted with happiness and worry at the same time.

— Yes, I did — he admitted softly, leaning closer so he could admire your beautiful eyes up close. — I know everything you lost that day. Your art, your space, your identity as an artist, and- — He couldn't finish either, but in his case, it was because you interrupted him.

— Are you telling me you really bought this place? — you inquire, immediately looking at him with wide eyes, at the same time bringing your hands to your mouth, covering it in excitement and surprise.

He nods, never taking his gaze from yours. He could see the surprise and gratitude in your eyes, and it made his heart swell with affection.

— Yes, that's exactly what I did. I was truly so excited. I wanted to give you a place to call your own again, a space where you could create, be inspired, and heal.

— You shouldn't have done something like that. — you complain, slightly embarrassed, but no less moved and grateful for his empathy and support.

With excitement, you set about exploring the place. The tables with materials. They had the exact brands of paint you'd always used. The brushes and everything else were also from brands and designs you loved so much. And damn, you felt like your heart was going to burst with how fast it was beating, your emotions so intensely on edge, realizing that he'd really put so much care and effort into giving you back what has defined you so much in life and in your artistic career.

He followed you as you explored the space, watching you discover the carefully chosen materials. He knew your preferences down to the smallest detail: the specific brand of paint, the type of brushes you preferred, even the specific texture of the canvas you liked the most.

— You shouldn't be too surprised that I hit the nail on the head — he murmured, suddenly interrupting your exploration and capturing your full attention. He leaned a little closer, his voice low and gentle, adding, — I did a lot of research. I wanted you to feel at home, like in your old studio. Every detail was chosen with you in mind. — He paused momentarily, his eyes searching yours before adding, — I want you to be happy again, here.

— Hey, an art studio isn’t exactly cheap to create, — you reply, embarrassed at the sudden reminder of reality. — I’ll pay you back when I get the chance. — you assert resolutely, but he just laughs softly, shaking his head.

— Don’t even think about it. It’s not a loan, it’s a gift. I have more than enough resources, and seeing you happy and painting again is worth every penny I spent on this place. — he replies, looking at you seriously, trying to emphasize his firmness and refusal to accept anything in return.

A lump suddenly formed in your throat, the feeling of comfort filling you completely, as did a deep appreciation for the other.

— You’re so good to me. — you murmur softly, avoiding his gaze, tears welling up in your eyes.

It was then that Heeseung leaned closer. His finger trailed under your chin with a touch so gentle it made the air thicken between you. He forced your gaze up, and your eyes locked with his, dark and charged with an emotion so raw it almost made your knees weak. His voice, low and drawling, vibrated with an emotional depth that seemed to take even him by surprise.

— You don’t know how much your smile and wholeness mean to me. For once, accept something without arguing or thinking you owe it to someone. — he whispered, and the way his eyes gave you no respite made heat rise up your neck.

The tone of his voice and the intensity in his gaze shot through you like a shock. You felt your lungs gasp for air as, from one second to the next, he lifted you up with alarming ease. Your legs reflexively wrapped around his waist, your arms slid around his neck as his hands held you with a firmness that shook your senses. The way he held you, with that mixture of urgency and need, made something inside you clench.

The rapid beat of his chest vibrated against yours, the heat of his body penetrating the layers of clothing. His breathing, rapid and ragged, brushed your ear as his lips lowered just to the crook of your neck, but didn't quite touch you. His self-control hung by a thread; you felt it in the tension of his muscles, in the way his fingers dug lightly into the skin of your back.

— Thank you for this and for everything you've done or do for me. — you mumbled, your voice breathy and shaky against his ear.

His response was to wrap his arms more tightly around you, burying his face in your neck as he breathed in your scent with a depth that made you shudder. His body visibly relaxed, as if simply holding you like that had broken down the last barriers he'd kept standing. But the way his hands slowly ran down your back, up the line of your spine with almost tortuous precision, made it clear he wasn't completely calm.

— You're wonderful... — you murmured against his cheek as your fingers moved up to his face.

You held his face in your hands and let your thumbs brush over the warm skin of his cheeks. Heeseung closed his eyes for a second, leaning into your touch as if he needed it to keep breathing. When he opened them again, his pupils were dilated, and a dark shadow crossed the depths of his gaze. There was emotion there, something pure, brutal, and blatantly transparent that made you press closer to him.

— Don't look at me like that. — you stammered, feeling the blush spread across your face and the tension growing between you like an electric field.

But he didn't look away. On the contrary, his eyes slid slowly over your face, lingering on the line of your lips, on the trembling of your lips.

The sound of your breathing. His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb tracing a slow, delicate path over the flushed skin of your cheekbone. His smile was faint, almost dangerous.

— Like what? Like I'm looking at the person who means more to me than anything else in this world? — His words were a knife-edge to your chest, each one imbued with devastating conviction.

Your breathing became erratic. Your fingers descended to his neck, and you felt the tension vibrating beneath your touch.

— Please don't say things that make my heart race, only to break it when you decide to return to your usual limits. — you warned him, your voice thick with vulnerability and exhaustion. You didn't want to go through the same old cycle, not this time.

Heeseung slowly shook his head, a dark, intense smile on his lips. He carried you in his arms until you were sitting on the cold surface of a table, his hands resting on either side of your hips, enclosing you between his body and the wood beneath you. He lowered his head until his forehead touched yours, his labored breathing hitting your parted lips.

— What if I told you this isn't one of those times? That no more limits and reality checks. — His voice was a harsh whisper, each word heavy with intent.

— Don't just say it, prove it. — your words came out as a challenge, an attempt to encourage him to move forward, while your eyes were fixed on his.

So, Heeseung didn't hesitate any longer. He closed the distance and his lips crashed against yours in a kiss overflowing with pent-up hunger. The pressure of his mouth was immediate and possessive, his tongue sliding between your lips with a confident, brazen rhythm that stole your breath.

Your response was automatic; Your arms closed tightly around his neck as your fingers tangled in his hair. The way he deepened the kiss, with calculated movements and almost absurd precision, sent a shudder down your stomach and resonated in your belly. A strangled moan escaped your throat as his hands moved down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. He separated his lips from yours, only to trail them down your jawline, leaving a series of open kisses that burned directly into your skin. His tongue traced the outline of your neck, followed by a bite hard enough to leave you trembling.

— I really waited so long for this. — Your breathing was shallow, your chest rising and falling rapidly as your fingers closed in his hair, unconsciously tugging at the strands.

— Too long. — he agreed, his voice vibrating against your skin.

— Are you going to make it up to me? — You gasped, your lips brushing against his as you spoke.

Heeseung laughed against your neck, his deep chuckle sending vibrations straight to your core.

—I'm going to make it up to you for every agonizing moment of holding back. — he stated with unwavering certainty, his hands trailing down the curve of your back to your hips.

His mouth returned to yours, this time with relentless intensity. He kissed you with hunger and need as his hands slid beneath the fabric of your shirt. The way his fingers grazed the bare skin of your back made your body arch toward him, seeking more, needing more.

— Too many clothes~ — he whispered against your mouth, and before you could respond, his hands moved up to undo the barrier of fabric with one precise motion, and with that same expertise, he unclasped your bra, setting it aside, discarded along with your shirt.

The way his eyes slowly scanned the exposed skin made heat shoot through your core.

— And I made sure to dress lightly. — you reply teasingly, your lips curving into a suggestive smile as your eyes bore into his.

— Clever girl. — he murmurs, a spark of approval in his eyes. His fingers skim your waist before sliding to the button of your jeans. With unnerving skill, he unbuttons it and hooks his thumbs into the fabric, pulling with a fluid, confident motion.

He slides the jeans down your hips, his pace slow, almost reverential. His fingers brush your skin on the way down, generating a fiery tingle that makes you catch your breath. But he doesn't rush. He pauses to kneel and slowly unbutton your boots, each touch leaving a trail of heat over your skin. Once your jeans fall to the floor, his eyes scan the image of you in nothing but your panties. His breathing becomes heavy and ragged, while his gaze darkens with need.

— Fuck... — he exhales, his pupils dilated as he devours you with his eyes. — I knew you'd look beautiful, but... this is beyond my wildest dreams.

His husky voice fills the air between you, laden with an adoration that sends shivers down your spine. His fingers trace the curve of your thigh, barely a touch, as he seems to debate whether to continue or surrender to you.

— I'm debating whether to touch you or kneel and worship you because you truly are a goddess... My goddess. — he declares with an intensity that makes you shudder involuntarily, his eyes anchored to yours as a malicious smile curves your lips. The way you smile, as if he owned you completely, only fuels the fire in his gaze.

Without breaking eye contact, you lie down on the table, stretching with a slowness that borders on sensual. The cold wood beneath your back contrasts with the heat burning on your skin. You display yourself before him without a trace of shame, and the gleam in his eyes, darkened by desire, makes you shudder.

He begins to unbutton his shirt. His fingers work with deliberate slowness, revealing every inch of taut, firm skin. In the dim light, you begin to notice the subtle scars that adorn his torso, silent traces of a past filled with battles and danger. They're old, fading with time, but still visible enough to tell stories without words. And somehow, that only makes him more attractive. Every mark, every line on his skin is proof of his strength, his dedication, and the knowledge of everything he's endured awakens in you an even more intense desire.

When the shirt falls to the floor, his breathing is harsh, his chest rising and falling sharply. His hands move down to his belt, but before he can do anything else, you slowly sit up, as if some invisible force is pulling you towards him.

— Wait, I want to help. — you offer, your voice laden with a low, seductive tone.

You approach him and, with a mischievous smile, replace his hands with yours. Your fingers slide over the leather, unbuckling his belt with a sensuality that renders him completely immobile. His breathing becomes heavier, his jaw tense as he watches your every move.

— You're making it difficult to maintain any semblance of gentlemanly behavior. — he whispers, his hands returning to your hips, trapping you in a touch as subtle as it is charged with intent.

— I don't want to seem too innocent... — you murmur softly as your fingers slide down the loop of his jeans, undoing the button with deliberate precision. The zipper slides down slowly, the sound almost imperceptible but encapsulating silent promises. Your eyes remain fixed on his, defiant yet vulnerable. — Not for someone who surely isn't used to delicate women like me.

A hiss escapes his lips as your fingers brush the exposed skin beneath the hem of his jeans. The tension between you feels like an electric current, vibrating in the air. His hand rises to your cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb over your lower lip in a slow, reverent caress.

— Delicate? — he repeats, his tone thick with disbelief, his eyes darkening with desire and tenderness.

— It's my way of expressing that this is the first time I've been in a situation like this. — you confess, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you continue to pull down his pants, your hands grazing the contours of his hips as you slide them down his legs.

His eyes soften at your confession, but the spark of desire in them doesn't go out. He helps you remove his pants, standing before you in his boxers, his breathing heavy as his gaze scans every inch of your body with barely contained hunger.

— Princess, I am truly honored to be the one to experience this with you. — His low, husky voice caresses the air between you.

Your breathing quickens as he moves closer, his fingers brushing the skin of your hips, sliding down the waistband of your panties. His closeness clouds your mind, the heat radiating from his body, enveloping you.

— Showing shamelessness will be my way of hiding the fact that I might disappoint you with my lack of experience. — you murmur, your voice cracking slightly under the mixture of nerves and anxiety.

He gently tilts your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. The intensity in his gaze momentarily takes your breath away.

— Impossible... — he firmly denies. — Do you realize how fucking sexy you are right now? Vulnerable and yet totally self-confident — His hands slide agonizingly slowly down your waist, his thumbs caressing the exposed skin with slow strokes. His mouth descends to your neck, leaving a warm kiss before his teeth graze your skin with a light bite that draws an involuntary sigh from you. — And trust me, even if it's your first time, how could you disappoint me, darling? Nerves, inexperience... only make this moment more sincere, more intimate.

His mouth continues lower, tracing a burning path down your neck to your collarbone. His tongue grazes your skin before sucking gently, leaving a warm tingle that spreads throughout your body. Your hands grip his shoulders, your nails digging lightly into his skin as he leaves another soft bite on your collarbone, followed by a wet kiss that makes you gasp.

— I really want to do it with you. — you reaffirm in a shaky whisper, urgency pulsing in every word.

His eyes darken even further, his lips curving into a smile heavy with satisfaction. He leans toward you, brushing his nose against yours before capturing your lips in a deep, demanding kiss. His tongue slides between your lips, exploring with a sensuality that makes you arch toward him, seeking more. His breath mingles with yours, his hands traveling down your back, sliding over the smooth exposed skin, brushing your hair.

— Then let’s do this... — he whispers against your lips, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. — Lie back, and let me show you how good this can be.

He gently guides you back, making you lie down on the table. The cold of the wood contrasts with the scorching heat of his body on yours. His hands travel up your thighs, slowly parting them as his mouth returns to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses that descend dangerously to your tits. His tongue circles your skin, his teeth delicately graze a nipple before sucking, drawing a breathy moan from you.

Your hands find his back, sliding over his tense muscles as he moves down your abdomen, his mouth following the path of his hands. Your panties are at the limit of his fingers, and he looks at you with a mixture of devotion and lust. He took his time, sliding the fabric down your legs in a slow cadence, his touch soft and reverent. He tossed them aside and stepped back for a moment to gaze down at you, completely naked and trusting. His eyes darkened with desire, but he maintained a tender expression.

— You're absolutely beautiful. — More than a compliment, it's a genuine statement. He was fascinated by you and your gorgeous body.

— You flatter me. — you reply, letting out a soft chuckle as you lean up on your elbows so you can look at him. He chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling as he appreciates your modest chuckle. He leans closer again, and his fingers hook through your legs to separate them further.

— There's no flattery involved, these are more than just words — he assured, his fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on the inside of your thighs, causing your skin to prickle and your pussy to ache with need for his touch. — You look stunning this way : open, trusting, and eager. You, in all your splendor, that makes you more beautiful than you could ever imagine. — he affirms, and his caresses become more intense and difficult to bear as he approaches the center of your legs, which throbs eagerly for his attention.

— And soon, I'll be moaning your name, also christening this new art studio. — you add, wanting quell the burning excitement with humor.

Heeseung threw his head back with a deep, genuine laugh at your bold addition, his eyes shining with joy and desire. You never ceased to amaze him.

— Fuck, you're perfect — he moaned, leaning down to place a hot kiss just above your knee, his hand continuing to torture you with slow caresses on your inner thigh. — Do you really think you'll be moaning my name soon?"

— Maybe... — you replied, smiling mischievously. His teasing smile widened at your expression. He knew that smile was dangerous : mischievous yet innocent.

— What if I told you I'm good with my mouth? — He watched your reaction closely, his fingers unconsciously parting your legs further.

— Well, if you're that good a kisser, I have no doubt you'd do wonders using it down there, between my legs. — you respond shamelessly, simultaneously adjusting yourself to rest your feet on the edge of the table and spread yourself even more obscenely for him. His smirk widens, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

Without wasting another second, he kneels between your legs, still grinning, and declares,

— I bet I can make you scream.

— I bet the same. — you reply mockingly, though deep down you tremble with anticipation at the sight of him kneeling, his face between your legs, his warm breath fanning your most intimate area.

Heeseung smirked, aware of the effect he was having on you without even doing much of anything. His hands slid under your thighs, tilting you closer to the reach of his mouth. With the first contact, he took his time, licking and sucking at your folds, striving to learn what made you gasp and squirm. When he found that sweet spot, he zeroed in, his tongue swirling and pressing against your clit almost desperately, causing your hips to buck toward him, seeking more. His lips closed around your swollen bud, sucking hard.

Your breaths became ragged as his hands gripped your hips tightly, making sure to keep you in place as he sucked hungrily on your clit.

— Mmph! Heeseung~ — you moaned softly, pressing your hands to his head, letting your fingers tangle in his hair. Your back arched off the table, and your abdomen tightened as your chest rose and fell rapidly with labored breaths.

For his part, Heeseung let out a satisfied hum, the sound reverberating against your warm core and making you gasp even louder. He loved hearing his name on your lips, and even more so the way your body responded to him. Without any warning, he slid two fingers through your soaked entrance, your warm, bulbous walls welcoming him with a delicious squeeze. Immediately, he began probing your insides, skillfully curling his digits to reach that spot that would make your eyes roll back.

— Oh! Wait... — you whimpered at how right his action was, and how good it felt. But Heeseung didn't stop. Understanding perfectly well that he really shouldn't stop; it was a normal reaction to the unexpected intrusion of his fingers into your sensitive pussy.

He pushed his fingers deeper, parting them slightly, scissoring them to stretch you. He captured your clit between his lips once more, sucking gently as his fingers worked their magic inside you.

— Babe? — he alluded suddenly, his eyes searching yours, wanting to make sure everything was in perfect order with you.

— I'm fine. Don't stop~ — you replied between moans. To which Lee groaned softly, loving your simple response.

He added another finger, stretching you further, preparing and stimulating your sex as much as necessary. He could feel the muscles in your thighs tense, your moans grow louder, and your entire body begin to shake and writhe involuntarily on the table. He knew you were about to break. That's why he grew excited and twisted his fingers inside you more insistently, pressing on that spot that reduced you to a wet, trembling mess.

He looked up and witnessed the way your face contorted with pure pleasure, your eyes rolling back, your lips parted, letting out your sweet moans and noises, and those cheeks flushed with excitement more than shyness. He was fascinated by every tiny detail of you as you were sexually pleasured. He wanted more of that, more of you, he wanted to take you to the edge, make you succumb to him.

And he did it, he got what he wanted, the moment you couldn't hold back, and you came undone on his fingers and in his mouth. Your moans echoed clearly. He felt your orgasm overflowing, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as you came undone. He moaned against you, savoring your pleasure before slowly pulling his fingers out and giving you one last lick on your clit.

With some care, he straightens and hovers over your small body lying on the table, still convulsing from the aftershocks of your orgasm. His hand lovingly caresses your face. His thumb runs over your flushed cheek as he watches you come down from your high. A satisfied smile touches his lips, knowing he's the reason for that dazed expression. He leans down and kisses you on the lips, hindering your attempt to catch your breath.

— Is my precious lady okay? — he asks as soon as he finishes kissing you. His voice is soothing and genuinely concerned for you.

— Don't worry, I'm okay. That was amazing, really good. — you reply breathlessly, still struggling to catch your breath, but there's a note of pleasure underneath.

A spark of pride lights his eyes at the sound of you, and the arc of his smile widens slightly. His gaze descends with deliberate slowness, tracing the contours of your naked body with a palpable desire that makes your skin prickle under his scrutiny. His hands still frame your face, but the heat of his palms seems to penetrate deeper, igniting something still burning inside you.

— I'm glad you liked it, baby. — he whispers with satisfaction.

The tension in the air thickens as you reach for him, sliding them over the skin of his abdomen to the beginning of his boxers. A strangled gasp escapes his lips when you hook your fingers in the elastic waistband, and his breath catches. The intensity in his gaze deepens, darkening with a desire that seems to consume the air between you.

He steps back slightly and allows you to pull the garment down, without resistance. His erect member springs free and stands against his abdomen.

— It’s your turn… — you declare with a softness laden with intent, your fingers tracing a lazy path up his hip. He looks up at you as you cup his erection in your hand and stroke it gently.

His chest expands with a heavy inhale as your fingers close around his thickness, and the way you position yourself on the edge of the table, lying sideways, while you move your hand up and down his penis. He tangles his fingers in your hair as you stroke him, and a moan escapes his throat. The sight of you completely naked and touching him is almost unbearable; he could burst and spill just looking at you.

— Am I doing this right? — you ask, looking up at him with bright eyes, full of excitement and innocence, causing his own eyes to soften at your question, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.

— You're perfect... — he assures without hesitation, and lowers his hand to yours on his member, showing you the perfect rhythm and pressure, the thing that drives him the most crazy. — Just like that. Fuck, you're good at this.

You suddenly see his free hand slide with delicious delicacy between your legs and his fingers caress the wet lips of your pussy, still sensitive from the orgasm he made you have with his mouth. Meanwhile, you continue pumping his length.

— Hey, you're supposed to be the one receiving now. — you chide, giving him a reproachful look, and he chuckles, his fingers stroking your folds possessively.

— Shh~ I'm enjoying it. — he mumbles. His hips buck slightly against your hand, almost fucking your fist. He feels him getting close, but he also wants you to squirm for him.

In the blink of an eye, you find yourself moaning; his fingers plunged in again without reservation, bursting into your pussy, caressing your walls, feeling them clench just like before. But he wasn't the only one doing more. In an unexpected move, you took his cock into your mouth, taking what you could, relaxing your jaw to accommodate him properly, at the same time parting your legs so he could better insert his fingers while you sucked him off.

His eyes widened in surprise and pleasure the instant you took him into your mouth, your wet, warm heat enveloping him completely. He let out a throaty moan, and his fingers thrust in and out at a steady, merciless pace, fervently rubbing against your walls, feeling them tighten and throb.

This was better than anything he'd ever experienced. Which led him to declare :

— You're going to be the death of me, I'm taking it for granted."

But your simple response was to moan around his cock, sucking more eagerly with each passing second, enjoying his reactions, the kinky wet sounds, and at the same time, how his fingers so expertly fuck your pussy. Heeseung stares at you with devotion as you suck him off relentlessly, his fingers sinking deeper into your heat, reaching that point that makes you choke around his member. He's never seen anything sexier in his entire life. Or maybe it was the effect produced by the simple fact that it was you. And, as if seeking to end his sanity, you tilt your head off the table, trying to take more of him into your mouth.

You seemed to like this much more than either of you could have expected.

His cock throbs against your tongue as you take him deeper, almost gagging, completely ignoring any gagging. Leaving him amazed by your enthusiasm and skill. With a moan, he curls his fingers inside you, precisely caressing that magical spot that makes your whole body shudder.

— Princess, you're going to make me cum... — he growls through gritted teeth.

You pull out of your mouth for a moment, just to catch your breath, but you don't stop servicing him with your hand, running your hands up and down the hot, saliva-covered skin. Your lips feel swollen and wet, but moaning while he continues to make you see stars with his fingers distracts you. Heeseung looks at you, his face flushed, his lips swollen, his hand moving rapidly over his length. He can't hold back any longer.

— Cum with me. — he demands between heavy exhales, and simultaneously, his fingers speed up the pace inside you, thrusting in and out relentlessly, making you moan loudly. But you take him back into your mouth, sucking the tip steadily while you continue to move your hand along the rest of his length.

He rolls his eyes as you take him again, your hand and mouth in perfect harmony. He feels his release creeping in, his balls tightening. He lets out a strangled cry as he feels you suck harder and your tongue swirl around the tip. And just like that, your body convulses once more, consumed by ecstasy, and you cum on his fingers as he spills into your mouth, his hot, salty semen filling you and running down your throat.

He's never experienced an ejaculation so intense, so satisfying. He keeps thrusting his fingers into you through the orgasm, prolonging the pleasure until you're a quivering, panting mess on the table.

— Fuck, that was… — He’s unable to finish the sentence, his voice cut off by a heavy gasp, caused by the intense aftershocks that ravage your body.

For your part, you move away from his penis and lie back, tired and exhausted, on the table. Lee is about to make sure you’re okay, but, to both of your misfortunes, his cell phone rings, and you both sigh in frustration. However, he picks up the device and turns it off, completely ignoring the unwelcome call, his attention focused solely on you. No one was going to ruin his perfect moment.

He gently removes his fingers and brings them to his mouth to clean them with his tongue, once again delighting in the exquisiteness of your warm essence. He watches you lie there, exhausted and satisfied. A smile spreads across his lips as he realizes how intense it was.

— Are you okay, baby girl? — he questions, looking at you closely, studying you, wanting to assure you that only pleasure and comfort were what you were feeling. And luckily, your answer reassured him.

— I can assure you, I'm more than fine — you reply in a soft, smiling voice. You hear him sigh with satisfaction, and his thumb gently strokes your hipbone, in a gesture that is both tender and possessive. — How are you?

— I'm fucking great, princess. I've never felt anything like this — he admits in a voice somewhere between astonished and satisfied; he really does seem so happy. — You're incredible, did you know that? — he adds in a tone full of admiration.

—I'm glad I did well. — you reply, smiling proudly at yourself. To which Heeseung laughs softly and leans in to place a soft kiss on your forehead, then another on your nose, and finally a longer one on your lips.

— You were more than 'well'. You blew my mind — he replies after breaking away from the kiss. His hand slides from your hip to your waist, holding you firmly. — But... — Suddenly, he drags you to the edge of the table and spreads your legs, his eyes darkening with renewed desire. He can't get enough of you, and it doesn't look like he's going to anytime soon. — I can't just let you lie there looking so sexy and not do something about it. — he states in a low, husky voice, causing you to shudder.

— Oh, that wouldn't be acceptable, would it? — you respond playfully, playing along. The older man smiles mischievously, his hands running down your legs to the inside of your thighs.

— No, it wouldn't be. After all, my job is to protect you. And right now, I need to protect you from being neglected. — He positions himself between your legs and opens them wider, making the necessary space for himself, as he takes his member in his hand and strokes its tip against your sensitive clit, moving down your wet slit, collecting your juices, before repeating the motion a few times.

He watches your expression closely as he strokes your pussy with his tip, his eyes dark with desire and something softer, almost gentle. He knows he's about to pluck the petals of your innocence, and despite his dominant nature, he wants this moment to be special for you.

— I want your eyes on me, gorgeous. — More than a request, it's really a command, laced with his need to capture your expression the moment he finally goes further.

He watches the way you sit almost upright and bring your hands to his back, your delicate fingers digging into his skin, clinging to his body. He leans closer to you, wrapping his free arm around your waist to support you. He continues stroking your clit with his glans, spreading your wetness and increasing your anticipation. He catches you with his gaze, his eyes boring into yours.

— You're mine now, okay? This changes everything. — His voice is deep, filled with a mixture of possessiveness and vulnerability.

— I've always been yours. — you gasp softly, and his eyes soften at your words, a surge of emotion mingling with his arousal.

He leans down to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, trying to keep you distracted as he finally fits himself against your wet entrance. His tip presses against you with eager insistence, slowly beginning to push in, until, with a gentle but firm push, he pierces your hymen, eliciting a stifled cry from both of you. The sensation of encasing himself in your tight heat makes him see stars too, but he struggles to hold back a little.

— It's okay, it's okay, babe. I know it hurts, but you'll feel amazing soon... — Still against your mouth, he whispers those reassuring words, one hand stroking your hair while the other grips your hips tightly. He begins to move slowly, giving your body time to adjust to his size.

— Heeseung~ — you moan, deeply enraptured as he goes deeper and deeper, deliciously filling and stretching your tight pussy. His control almost breaks at the sound of your moans mixed with his name.

One of his hands moves to your ass, squeezing it possessively, tilting your hips to get a deeper angle. His hips thrust gently but firmly, his swollen member sliding in and out of you in unnecessary movements. He watches in fascination as you lie back again, arching your back and spreading your legs wider to better fit him. He uses that moment to push himself deeper between them and, holding them, wraps them around his waist. He slides an arm under your back, holding you and allowing you to arch fully.

— Look at us, look how well you take me, princess. — he pants, keeping his gaze down between your legs, watching his cock fill you.

— I'm liking taking you~ — you moan softly, your voice slipping like a hot whisper in the air.

After listening to you, he begins to move more deliberately, each thrust measured but intense, searching for the perfect rhythm to make you enjoy yourself. One hand moves between your thighs, searching for your clit with skillful fingers. The contact makes your body shudder, and your moans become more frequent.

— Can you hold out longer, baby? — he asks, his voice low and raspy, as he gently rubs around your sensitive bud, continuing to thrust. His hot breath glides over your skin, making you feel like you're on fire inside.

— Yes, love. Yes, I can. — you respond ecstatically, oblivious to shyness, as your body arches toward him, seeking more contact, more pressure. Your voice is a desperate whisper, a call for him to take you further, deeper.

However, hearing you call him "love" triggers a excitement is on the edge, and his movements become frantic, more intense.

— Say it again... — he demands, his voice muffled against your breasts, as his tongue glides over one of your hardened peaks, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He begins to thrust faster, deeper, hitting spots inside you that make you moan and feel like you're about to fall apart.

— It can't be that you like a simple nickname so much. — You giggle lightly between moans, as your body moves to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your hands clutch at his back, searching for something to hold on to. Heeseung laughs breathlessly, his breath hot against your chest.

— It's not just a nickname when you say it — He lifts his head to look into your eyes, his hips never stopping their rhythmic movements, as his hand slides over your skin, searching for sensitive spots, seeking to make you feel alive. — You calling me 'love' makes me feel like you're giving me something precious.

— Well, I'm giving you all of me, love... — you murmur thoughtfully, as your body surrenders to him, as your soul opens, offering itself. Your voice is a desperate whisper, a call for him to take you, to make you his completely.

His breath catches at your words, emotion overwhelms his lust for a moment, and his movements stop. Then, he kisses you deeply, desperately, pouring all his feelings into the kiss, as his tongue slides over yours, his teeth capture your lower lip in a sweet bite that makes you gasp. When he pulls back, he looks at you, his eyes intense, full of emotion.

— Then I'm very lucky, because you're the most precious thing anyone has ever given me. — His voice is gentle, a murmur of gratitude, of love.

— Come here. — you gasp, taking his face in your hands and pulling him in for a kiss, to feel his warmth. Your mouth opens and his tongue slides inside.

He lifts you slightly, both hands on your hips, moving them off the table to change the angle, and his cock hits a spot inside you that almost makes you scream into his mouth. The air escapes your lungs in a ragged gasp, and your legs tense around his waist, trying to keep him inside you.

You look into his eyes, your pupils dilated, filled with adoration and mutual desire. You keep your hand on his face, caressing his cheek, while you moan at his precise, deep penetrations. His gaze is like a magnet, attracting yours, and you feel lost in the abyss of his eyes. His lips curve into a smile, and his tongue comes out to lick your lips, as if he's savoring their taste.

— You look at me as if I'm the only thing you see. —He whispers, his voice husky with arousal.

— And you are. —You gasp softly in reply, your words like a trigger that breaks his control.

He starts moving faster, harder, his hips slamming into yours. The table creaks beneath you, but he doesn't slow down. He loses himself in your eyes, in the feeling of your pussy surrounding him, in the sound of your voice. His breathing is ragged, and his chest rises and falls rapidly.

— Heeseung… — His name amid your moans echoes throughout the room, as do the sounds of skin against skin with each thrust.

Your voice is like a chant, a hymn to the passion that consumes you, as he continues hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars. The sensation is like a tsunami, a wave of pleasure that drags you toward the abyss.

— Louder… — he growls, his hands squeezing your thighs, spreading them as far as he can, and his cock drives deeper into you. You feel like you’re being torn apart by passion, like your body is being consumed by the intensity surrounding them. — Say my name again.

— Ah! Heeseung! — you whimper, your voice like a scream of release that echoes through the spacious studio. The orgasm is searing. But he doesn’t stop, he keeps moving, keeps driving his member into you, relentlessly.

He watches your face contort with pleasure, your mouth open in a silent scream. He sees your chest rise and fall rapidly, hears your soft moans. But instead of slowing down, he goes faster, penetrating you mercilessly. He wants another, another cry of ecstasy, another orgasm. His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing it in firm but gentle circles, trying to coax all the pleasure he can from your body.

— Hee~ — you whine pitifully, due to the overstimulation. He smiles devilishly, knowing exactly what those moans mean, but still continues his rhythm.

— One more, baby. Give me one more. You can take it... I know it. — He pants, sweat dripping from his forehead. His voice is like a challenge to your resistance.

— But I want you to cum too. — Your voice is almost a whisper. You really want him to release himself, to let himself go completely and lose himself in the abyss of lust where they're suspended.

His eyes nearly roll back at your words, as a wave of desire overwhelms him and drags him closer to the shore. He bites his lower lip, fighting to contain his own ejaculation, the throbbing desire that threatens to spill over.

— Not until you do it again. — he growls, his jaw clenched, his voice deep and thick with need. He presses his thumb harder against your clit, feeling your body tremble beneath his touch.

— Then cum with me. — you beg, your moans intertwining with the urgency of your words.

His eyes darken with intense desire, and he nods, unable to resist your plea. He adjusts the angle slightly, relentlessly hitting that perfect spot inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

— Let's cum together, my princess. — he growls with a possessive tone, his movements becoming more urgent, primal, as if each thrust demands your total surrender.

You moan loudly once more, tightening your legs around his waist, digging your fingers into his forearms, feeling the strength of his body against yours. At the sound of his name on your lips, he loses control completely. With a loud grunt, he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent, and his entire body tenses as he reaches climax. He feels another orgasm wash over you, your throbbing walls enveloping him, triggering his own release.

He swallows your screams, his lips devouring yours in a deep, ravenous kiss. Your bodies convulse against each other, his hot seed filling your insides, as a soft groan escapes his lips, another wave of pleasure hits him, and your inner muscles squeeze him dry. He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours, watching as you crumble again, lost in euphoria.

— I love you~ — you gasp softly, a surge of vulnerability floating in the air. Your confession seems to stop time. His eyes, dark and deep, bore into yours with overwhelming intensity, filled with wonder and adoration.

Something in him shudders, as if your words have pierced every layer of his being, reaching a place no one else has ever touched before. His body still trembles with the aftershocks of his relentless passion, and yet it's your declaration that truly takes his breath away. Slowly, a smile spreads across his face, the most beautiful and genuine you've ever seen. But the silence between you lengthens, and uncertainty begins to settle in your chest.

— Why aren't you answering? — you ask in a whisper, the echo of your fear resonating between you both.

He doesn't answer right away. Instead, his fingers find your face with infinite tenderness, his thumbs gently wiping away the sweat and tears of pleasure gathering at the corners of your eyes. His touch is reverent, as if you were something sacred.

— Because I'm still trying to process that you just said those three words to me. — His voice is a husky whisper, thick with emotion. He takes a deep breath, never taking his eyes off yours, finding in them all the answers he didn't know he needed.

— I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. — you excuse yourself timidly, but before insecurity can take hold, he shakes his head, a soft laugh escaping his lips. And then he kisses you.

It’s not just a kiss. It’s a refuge, a silent promise, an absolute surrender. You pour all your emotions into it. He kisses you with a devotion that rekindles the spark between you, dispelling any doubts. When he finally breaks away, his forehead rests on yours, his eyes closed tightly, as if afraid that when he opens them, this moment might vanish. But you’re there. He’s there. And nothing in the world could make this moment cease to exist.

— You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words from you, so don’t apologize — he whispers, his voice imbued with a sincerity that envelops you like a caress. His gaze shines with a mixture of relief and suppressed emotion.

— I really wanted to say them. — you murmur softly, brushing your nose against his in a tender and complicit gesture.

His reaction is immediate. He wraps you in his arms with a strength that doesn't seek to possess, but to hold you, wanting to reassure himself that you are real, that this moment isn't a fleeting dream. His body relaxes in the embrace, for the first time in a long time, finding true peace. The warmth he radiates is comforting, enveloping, and in that contact he understands: these aren't just words. They are an absolute truth, as undeniable as the way your heart beats in unison with his.

A soft smile spreads across his face, his eyes crinkling tenderly as he absorbs every nuance of this moment. But the intensity of his love, this longing he's harbored for so long, compels him to seek confirmation.

— Are you serious? — His voice is a deep whisper, thick with emotion, while his eyes cling to yours with quiet desperation. He needs to hear it again. He needs to know this is real.

— I'm completely serious, Heeseung. I love you. — you repeat firmly, letting each word resonate with truth, with the strength of a feeling that leaves no room for doubt.

Something in him breaks and mends itself at the same time. His lips part slightly, as if he wants to respond immediately, but the torrent of emotion is too much. A single tear slides down his cheek, a silent witness to the impact of your words. He takes a deep breath, trying to stem the avalanche of feelings, but his voice trembles when he finally lets out the answer he's been keeping deep inside.

— I love you too. — In those four words, filled with an indescribable intensity, his whole world aligns with yours.

Your heart beats frantically at just hearing it, the butterflies in your stomach flutter, but there's something else that captures your attention in that instant.

— I guess you're not the only one who loves me. — you comment, amused, feeling his desire renewed inside you, his cock hardening once more.

He chuckles softly, a deep sound that resonates in his chest, filled with satisfaction. He gently moves his hips, teasing you with his renewed hardness.

— It seems so. And it also seems like I'll have a hard time tiring of you, too. — he says, his voice husky with desire, thick with palpable lust.

— I want you to bend me over this table and take me from behind. — you gasp softly, each word professing desire.

His body shudders at your heated words, his member throbbing urgently inside you. With a grunt of pure pleasure, he slowly withdraws, enjoying the exquisite friction of each brush as his manhood slides out of your cushioned, warm walls. In one swift, determined movement, he lifts you off the table, turns you over, and bends you over the wooden surface, pressing your tits against it.

Suddenly, you feel the impact of his hand on your buttock, a blow that makes you shudder and moan in surprise, but that ends up resulting in a delicious stinging sensation. He smiles wickedly at your words, loving with some morbidity the pinkish trace he leaves on your pale skin. He rubs the spot before delivering another firm slap, enjoying the way you wriggle under his touch.

Without warning, he penetrates you again, sinking his member hard into your pussy, pressing his chest against your back as he presses you against the table and his body. He wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you against him as he begins to thrust into you mercilessly. The table creaks under the force of his movements, his muscles contracting and relaxing in a primal rhythm as he thrusts in and out again and again, without any restraint.

— Do you like it? — he asks between moans, his hot breath caressing your skin.

— I love it~ — you moan, fascinated, and he leaves soft kisses on your cheek, each touch igniting the fire between you even more.

He continues thrusting into you, his movements becoming more erratic and desperate as you move. He pursues his next release. He nestles into the crook of your neck, his lips and tongue peppering your skin with hot kisses, marking you as his with every touch. He hooks an arm under one of your legs and lifts it to the edge of the table, allowing him deeper access, each penetration sending waves of pleasure through your body.

— Tell me you're only mine. — he growls, his teeth grazing your neck, a touch that sends shivers of pleasure through you.

— I am, I'm only yours. — you whimper loudly. He shudders at your words, an intense wave of possession and love enveloping him completely.

He buries his face in your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent as he continues to penetrate you, each movement bringing him closer to the edge of ecstasy and sensitivity.

— I love you~ — he whispers huskily, each syllable filled with fervor.

— I love you too. — you reply between moans. Bringing a hand between your body and the table, he moves down your abdomen until he finds your clitoris and begins to rub it, once again seeking that relief that seems so close.

Heeseung feels you arch, your body eager for release again. Firmly, he circles your wrist with his fingers, pulling your hand away from its goal. He wants to be the one to bring you to climax, not your own fingers.

— My turn… — he growls, replacing your fingers with his, his expert touch fanning the flames of ecstasy in your body.

— Mmm~ H-Heeseung! — you mumble, choked, your insides throbbing, nearing orgasm. You clutch the table, seeking stability in the abyss of pleasure.

He feels your limbs trembling, aware that you're on the verge of unraveling again. He rubs your clit with firm pressure, synchronizing his movements with his thrusts. With his other hand, he grabs your hips, holding you tight as he thrusts relentlessly.

— Be a good girl and cum for me again... — he commands huskily, a command that resonates deep inside you. And without further ado, Heeseung feels you convulse around him, reaching your climax, his name on your lips. — That's it, you're doing so good, baby. So good for me.

He continues moving inside you, prolonging your pleasure, reveling in the way your body trembles and gripping him in an ecstasy that seems to have no end. His own climax reaches him like a crashing wave, and with one last deep thrust, he lets himself go, spilling inside you once more, with an intensity that leaves him trembling. A deep roar escapes his throat, his gravelly voice reverberating through the studio as his body surrenders to the wave of sensations coursing through him.

The air is still thick with desire and something deeper, something beyond physical pleasure. With a ragged sigh, you collapse onto the table, the warmth of your skin meeting the coolness of the wood as you try to catch your breath. Heeseung doesn't move away. Instead, he snuggles up against you, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck and shoulder, his still erratic breathing brushing your skin. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you against him with possessive need.

— You fascinate me. — His voice is a deep whisper, still laced with emotion and desire. His lips brush against your skin as he continues to murmur words of adoration, telling you how much he loves you, how beautiful you are, how unique it feels to have you in his life.

Each word is a balm, a reminder that this isn't just desire, but something bigger, more real. His confessions feel like invisible caresses, enveloping you in a bubble of tranquility, one that belongs only to this moment, to the two of you, and to the certainty that, for now, nothing else matters.

[heesngirl]

♡𝆬 𓂂 ੭୧ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 ꒱ ⊹ 이희승

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[heesngirl]

⟡ ─ׂ── ๋࣭⭑𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𐚁

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[heesngirl]

Backstory : After so many stolen moments, you and Heeseung finally have the freedom to be intimately united, no longer afraid of interruptions, it's just the two of you.

— Heeseung x MC reader, established relationship, first sex, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, fingering, riding, power dynamics (mild), idolatry, smut, soft, mdni.

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You turn on the faucet, letting the water run, slowly filling the tub as you finish arranging the speaker on the sink counter. You open the drawer and take out the bath bomb along with the scented candles, carefully choosing the safest spots around the tub to place them. Each one finds its place, creating a small sanctuary of calm.

The water continues to run, its sound mixing with the soft music that begins to fill the air. The bath bomb waits its turn, and when the tub is filled to just the right level, you turn off the faucet and let it fall into the water. A subtle bubbling sound spreads as the water turns pastel tones and the scent of lavender and vanilla envelops the space.

You slowly remove your robe, letting it fall to the floor before being left only in your underwear. A feeling of freedom and anticipation runs through your skin as you approach the tub, but you stop suddenly when you realize you forgot to light the candles. With a frustrated sigh, you turn around and leave the bathroom, crossing the room and heading to the kitchen in search of the lighter.

The cold of the floor seeps in between your steps, but the music still playing from the bathroom keeps you in tune. Without thinking too much, you hum along to the tune.

When you reach the kitchen, you open one of the drawers and find the lighter. You grab it with one hand as your body moves slightly to the rhythm of the song. As soon as you turn around, you get the shock of your life when you find your beloved standing in the kitchen entrance.

Due to the start, the lighter slips from your fingers and falls to the floor with a small thud. Your breathing hitches as you see Heeseung standing there, watching you with a calm but intense expression. You didn't hear the door, nor the slightest noise that would announce his arrival. Surprise runs through you, caught in the moment, and in his eyes that don't take their gaze off you.

— I don't know if this is how they welcome you in heaven or hell, but wherever it is, that's where I want to go. — he declares, smiling widely and with a seductive air.

Your heart is still beating hard when you finally manage to catch your breath. With a mix of surprise and reproach in your voice, you reply:

— Could you at least let me know when you plan to come? — you reproach, letting out a sigh as you cross your arms. You can't help the annoyance in your tone. — Or, I don't know, announce your arrival and save me these scares.

However, Heeseung barely listens. His eyes remain fixed on your figure, on the contours of your body that are exposed under the cold light of the apartment, the panties hug your butt perfectly, highlighting every curved line of your skin. There's something in the way he looks at you, lost in his own thoughts, as if you were a painting he never tires of admiring.

You obviously notice that fact, and a blush rises to your cheeks. You quickly approach him, giving him a light punch on the arm, not hard enough to hurt him, but just enough to snap him out of his reverie.

— Heeseung! — you call out insistently, making him blink and look at you, then giving you a smile that's a mix of apology and mischief.

— I'm sorry, but… I can't help it, — his voice is low, almost a whisper. He pauses for a moment, then shrugs with a carefree smile. — And, well, you're my girlfriend, right? That's why you gave me the access code and a copy of your key. It's normal for me to get in. — he had a point.

You bite your lip, not finding an immediate answer, because you know he's right. Everything he says is true; It was you who gave him those liberties, who invited him into every aspect of your life, even in those moments of absolute privacy. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, searching for something to say, but everything that comes to mind only reinforces his argument. Lowering your gaze, you snort, feeling that it is increasingly difficult to set a clear boundary, especially at this point in your relationship.

The other smiles with a triumphant tone when he sees that you have no answer. He comes a little closer, lowering his tone as his fingers end up on your waist, caressing the smoothness of your exposed skin.

— I'm going to spend the night here, — he adds, breaking the silence and looking at you carefully, analyzing your reaction. — I'm already prepared for that. — he says, pointing to his back, where his backpack is hanging.

You remain silent, and your mind takes you back to the first time he stayed over. You clearly remember the initial surprise, but also the excitement of sharing your space with him. You look at him and realize how things have changed. Now, a year and a half later, his presence is no longer sporadic; he has become part of the daily routine in your apartment.

Suddenly, your head projects the image of the extra toothbrush now next to yours on the sink, the shirts and sweaters, his clothes are mixed in with yours in the closet, there was even his underwear in your drawers. Among your collection of anime figures and Sanrio characters, some Toy Story ones have also appeared, his favorites, which sneak into the bookshelf, changing the order you used to have established.

There are traces of him everywhere, small evidence that this place, once only yours, has been slowly transforming. You look at him with a frown, although deep down a warmth settles in your chest when you recognize how much of him lives here, even when he is not present you have a persistent reminder of how he is increasingly impregnated in your life.

— It can’t be, you are invading me little by little, Lee Heeseung. — you complain, finally uttering words, your tone is firm but it is laced with a hint of tenderness that you cannot hide.

He smiles, puts his arms around your waist and hums satisfied, as if those words were just what he wanted to hear.

— That's the idea, before you know it we'll officially be living together — he decrees smiling slyly, simultaneously leaning in to press his lips against yours. — I want to enjoy the feeling of going to bed with you every night and waking up cuddling with you in the mornings, sharing the shower more often, or the tub, eating together, staying up late talking or playing. All those intimate requirements that make up life as a couple. — he murmurs, his warm breath fanning your lips and the intensity of his eyes making you feel so vulnerable and touched.

You want to experience exactly the same, or at least that's what you've been feeling and thinking lately. Although you do find the idea of giving up your solitude a bit overwhelming, just because one day you simply woke up feeling that you loved him with everything that made you up, and you enjoyed being with him even more than you enjoyed being with yourself.

— Now that you mention it… I have a full tub, music playing and candles waiting to be lit there in the bathroom. — you reply, looking at him suggestively, your eyes shining with a mischievous gleam and a flirtatious smile lifting the corners of your lips.

— God, I love how you always have a way of making my fantasies come true, my woman is the best. — he boasts proudly as he presses you closer to his body. He takes advantage of the closeness and without a single ounce of restraint, his hands run over you, your skin burning under the heat of his touch, and you melt the moment his lips attack yours, kissing you eagerly, letting his tongue invade your mouth.

However, one of the two of you must stay sane and drag them back to reality. In this case, you were the voice of reason.

— I know that lately we are more... excited and receptive than is normal for us, but this is not the appropriate place. Well, at least not yet... I guess — you reflect as you break away from his grip, going to pick up the lighter from the floor that you initially went down to the kitchen for. — Come, let's go to the bathroom. — You take his hand in yours and begin to walk towards your room, where the sound of the music becomes more accentuated.

He can't help but stare at the mound of your ass, adoring the way it wiggles with each step you take. He licks his lips and the need to squeeze your ass cheek or spank you becomes strong, but he contains himself and continues to let himself be guided.

Once you are in the bedroom, you cross the threshold to the bathroom first, going straight to light the candles; While you're at it, Heeseung leans against the door frame, observing you closely, admiring your features, only illuminated and highlighted by the warm glow of the candles.

As you light the last one, the room fills with a warm golden glow and the aroma of the melted wax mixes with the sweet perfume of the bath bomb, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. The background music softens any

thoughts, enveloping the space in a bubble of calm and sensuality.

— You look like a goddess, did you know that? — he says in a voice full of admiration and desire, as if he were confessing a secret he had kept for a long time.

You slowly turn around, watching him lean against the door frame, his figure bathed in shadows and lights that dance to the rhythm of the flames. His words resonate in your ears, causing a slight tickle in your belly.

You smile, a blush staining your cheeks as your eyes meet his. There's something about the way he looks at you, a mix of devotion and lust that makes your pulse race. You can't help but feel powerful under his scrutiny, as if you really are that goddess he alludes to.

— Maybe, — you reply in a playful tone, walking slowly towards him, brimming with a natural sensuality. You take his face in your hands, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, as if he's savoring every touch of your fingers. — So why don't you give your goddess the pleasure of taking off your clothes to get in the tub with her?"

His smile widens mischievously as he steps away from the door frame and begins to slowly take off his shirt, never breaking eye contact with you.

— Whatever my goddess commands, I will do. — he drops his t-shirt to the floor and begins to unbutton his pants with slow, deliberate movements.

Even though you've seen his cock before, you can't help but blush and look away for a moment as he finishes undressing.

Once he finishes removing all his clothes, his hands find their way to your waist, drawing you closer, while his lips rest on your neck, placing slow, hot kisses that make you shiver. You feel the heat of his body, the firmness of his embrace, his hardened penis pressing against your belly, and it's like everything around you fades away, leaving you with only the touch of his skin, the murmur of his breathing, and the smack of his lips.

— Heeseung~ — you gasp his name, eyes half-closing as you feel his tongue gently brush against your pulse point. You revel in the sensation, but despite the growing tension, you remember your initial goal. You take him by the wrists and step back a little, letting out a soft, almost complicit laugh.

With just a glance you remind him why you had entered the bathroom. To which he nods, getting your message, his eyes dark with desire, but he gives in to the silent order, letting out a slight sigh of resignation and impatience. He approaches the tub and slowly submerges himself, still watching you, his gaze fixed on you as if every second were a delicious torture.

Meanwhile, you slide out of your panties with painful slowness, letting them fall down your legs, to the floor; you kick them away and approach the tub, standing outside just so you can look at him, comfortable in the water.

Hee holds out his hand to you, inviting you to join him. His eyes shine with adoration as he admires you and declares:

— My goddess is too gorgeous for her own good. — you smile, touched by his statement. Finally, you get into the tub. You sit between his legs, leaning your back against his chest. His arms wrap around you possessively, pulling you close to his body. His face nestles into the crook of your neck, his voice low and sensual. — You know, I’ve only been in here for a couple of minutes, and I’ve already thought that we should do this more often.

— I agree with you. — you reply, smiling, as you settle against his chest and enjoy the feeling of the water surrounding your bodies, the scent of the candles, and the sound of the song in the background.

His hands slowly run over your body, caressing your curves beneath the water, tracing the contours of your figure, applying pressure where he knows is a good spot for it. You sigh in delight, as his lips wander over your skin, filling your neck and shoulders with kisses and light bites, before he begins to hum the lyrics of the song against your ear in his wonderfully sweet voice.

Between soft hums, his voice vibrates in your ear, filling you with a mix of shivers and desire. He slowly parts your thighs, his touch exploring every corner of your skin with a softness that makes you shiver. He feels the warmth of your body under his hands, and between delicate whispers, he murmurs:

— You seem to enjoy it, baby girl. Or will you tell me that the wetness I'm feeling down there is just from the water? — his words resonate in your ear, causing a tickle that matches the desire that already runs through every fiber of your being. The insinuation in his voice is so clear and tempting that you find it impossible to ignore it.

Still, despite the obvious arousal that throbs in every part of your body, especially in your center, you refuse to give him control so easily. You can't allow him to believe that he has the total advantage; your pride drives you to resist, to defy him even when the heat between your legs becomes unbearable. You tilt your head, looking at him with a mix of boldness and disdain, a mischievous spark lighting up in your eyes.

— That much you need to convince yourself that with a simple touch you have already aroused me? — you reply, your voice low but loaded with a provocation that rivals his. Your fingers sinking into his arms tighten, seeking to reassert your own control over the situation, even though the reality of your desire is undeniable.

Heeseung lets out a soft laugh, laden with amusement and a hint of mischief. He is not intimidated by your provocations, on the contrary, he seems to enjoy it. His hands, which until now had been caressing the inside of your thighs, begin to slowly descend, exploring with deliberate slowness. His fingers, skilled and sure, slide between your thighs, seeking that spot that he knows will make you lose your breath.

When he finally reaches your core once more, the contact is so intimate. He inserts two digits, causing a moan to escape your lips before you can stop it. He smiles, savoring your reaction as he begins to move his fingers with a dexterity that makes your body arch instinctively, betraying the stubbornness you try to maintain.

— You don't have to admit it... — he whispers hoarsely as he increases the pressure of his fingers, exploring every space with the precision of someone who knows exactly what he's doing. He curls them so skillfully, touching where he knows he should, causing you to clench and throb. — But your body tells me everything, even if you try to deny it.

You bite your lip, refusing to give in so easily, even though the rising wave of pleasure threatens to break down your defenses. You try to maintain a facade of control as you fight the desperation to give in. But with each movement of his fingers, your resolve wavers, your breathing becomes erratic, and that knot of pride mixes dangerously with the need growing in your belly.

— D-Dream on... — you manage to reply in a tone that was meant to sound defiant, even though your words come out choppy from the mix of pleasure and stubbornness that consumes you. But deep down, you both know that, in this game, he is managing to get you exactly where he wants.

You feel a shudder run through your body, but you refuse to give in, keeping your gaze fixed on his, entangled in a silent encounter where neither of you wants to be the first to break.

Heeseung moves closer, his face just a few inches from yours, his warm breath brushing your lips. His gaze locks with yours, intense and penetrating. The rhythm of his fingers intensifies, making you moan shamelessly.

— Tell me, my goddess... — he whispers in a deep voice, his lips barely brushing yours, as if he wanted to test how much more you can take without succumbing. — How far do you think you can take this before begging me to make you scream my name?

The haughtiness in his tone only further ignites your pride, and although every inch of your skin responds to his touch with a longing impossible to ignore, you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you surrender.

— And who said I'm going to beg? — you retort, challenging him with every word as your lips brush his, barely a whisper of what you both know it could be. — If anyone is going to lose control here, it won’t be me.

The air between you becomes electric charged with a tension that only seems to grow with every passing second, with every intense gaze and every touch. Heeseung smiles, a glint of pure desire in his eyes, and you know that, even though neither of you are willing to give in, you are both about to cross a line from which there is no turning back.

Heeseung is quick to respond to your challenge; his caresses are more determined as the tension between you intensifies. You feel the power of his finger thrusts, but in an unexpected twist, you take control. With an agile and determined movement, you pull his fingers out of you and carefully slide over him, positioning yourself astride his lap. The water swirls around him, gently splashing the edges of the tub as you adjust your legs to sit fully on him.

— Who’s losing control now? — you murmur against his lips, your words filled with satisfaction and pleasure as you begin to rub yourself against his hardened cock. The smile that forms on your face reflects the power you feel in that moment, having reversed the roles and now being the one who has him trapped, needy and on the verge of surrender.

He looks at you with half-lidded eyes, his dark pupils overloaded with ecstasy as his hands grip your hips firmly and help you move. His lips brush your jaw, slowly moving down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that turn you on even more.

— It's inevitable, you know I love it when you take charge — he whispers against your skin, his voice vibrating with a mix of surrender and submission, his hands running over and outlining the curve of your buttocks under the water. — But don't get too confident... there's still a lot of play left.

His words echo like a warning, further increasing the spark between you. You feel his hands pulling you closer to him, his movements becoming more synchronized with yours, tangling in a back and forth of pleasure that threatens to consume you both. The game of power, control and submission becomes an endless dance where neither wants to give in, but both of you enjoy every second of that incessant push and pull.

You feel Heeseung's hands gripping your bottom, his fingers digging into your skin with a pressing need, holding you firmly against him as you continue with your movements. Every brush, every contact of his penis against your center, feels amplified by the heat and softness of the water, creating a delicious contrast between the firmness of his grip and the fluidity of the moment.

Your body moves with a slow but intentional cadence, pressing you against him in a way that makes you both moan. Each kiss becomes deeper, more desperate, as the sound of water and music mix with his ragged breaths. You feel his control, mostly secure and dominant, begin to falter under your deliberate movements.

The clash of his breaths becomes palpable as your lips find his, a kiss that begins with the same mix of defiance and passion that had marked each of his touches. Your lips move against his with an urgency that seems to devour all the patience you both had been holding back. Your hands, firm but delicate, slide down his neck until they tangle in his hair, drawing him closer to you, while your body molds perfectly to his.

The air around him becomes increasingly dense, charged with desire and an anticipation that seems to touch every corner of your skin. You are completely on top of him, feeling how the friction of his genitals creates a heat that surpasses even that of the water. The kiss becomes slower, but no less passionate, his lips moving with a mix of desperation and tenderness that makes it clear how much you have longed for this moment.

You feel his chest against yours, his heartbeat rumbling in sync with yours, as he remains still, watching you with a mix of admiration and pure love. It is in that moment, when his eyes meet yours, that the intensity of what is about to happen becomes palpable. There is no rush, just a silent connection that speaks more than any words ever could.

— Here we go, baby girl, this time without restraint or interruptions… — slowly, Heeseung settles in, his hands gently guiding you as he helps you align his tip with your entrance, finally bringing you to that point of no return. The world seems to stop for an instant when you feel the initial pressure, that first contact that marks a before and after in your intimacy; The same one that you both yearned for for so long, and that was snatched away from you on several occasions without even being able to taste it properly.

A soft gasp escapes your lips as you feel him slowly slide inside you, filling you with a mix of warmth and a delicious pressure that makes your insides throb. Your hands grip his shoulders tighter, seeking support as your body adapts to him, each movement charged with an emotion as new as it is dizzying. His fingers sink into your skin, keeping you close as his lips seek yours in a kiss that feels like an anchor in the midst of the storm of sensations that consumes you both.

Your breaths merge, your gasps intertwining in a chant that only you understand, and for a moment, everything else stops mattering. Heeseung closes his eyes for a moment, assimilating the sensation of being sheathed within your warm, wet walls.

His hands take hold of your hips, guiding your movements with a mix of urgency and care, allowing you to get used to having him inside you as his lips brush your neck, seeking comfort and pleasure in every kiss.

— You feel so fucking good, so warm and tight… —he murmurs in a shaky voice, barely a whisper against your skin, as if he fears the moment will fade if he says it out loud. His words envelop the air, charged with a sincerity that makes you shudder as you begin to slowly rise and fall on his member, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

Their first time in this facet of their intimacy feels like a mix of vulnerability and overflowing desire. The movements are slow at first, exploratory, as if they are learning to know each other in a completely new way. But with each second, with each touch and each shared sigh, the initial shyness fades, giving way to a rhythm that becomes more fluid, more synchronized, as if their bodies finally understand what you've been searching for this whole time.

Heeseung keeps his eyes locked on yours, his intense gaze reflecting a mix of wonder and devotion that makes you feel like you're the only thing that matters in the world. His hands never stop exploring you, holding you firmly while his hips adjust to the movement, pushing towards you in a perfect rhythm that draws moans from both of you.

As the minutes pass, the rhythm between you intensifies, each movement becomes more determined, each moan deeper. Your bodies meet again and again, losing themselves in a slow but passionate dance. The water gently splashes around you, accompanying the rhythm of your hips that synchronize perfectly, leaving a soft and constant echo of shared pleasure in the air.

You feel his hands cling to your sides, his fingers pressing your skin under the water, marking his need to feel you closer, deeper. He responds to your every move, lifting his hips to meet you in every movement. The tension builds, the stretch so pleasurable it makes you almost scream, feeling every inch of him slide in with a relentless rhythm.

The sound of his ragged breathing mixes with the soft music in the background, as his lips seek yours in a kiss that grows hungrier, more desperate. You feel his chest rise against yours, his panting and ragged breathing echoing in your ear, making you lose all sense.

Heeseung sinks a little deeper into the water, leaning better against the tub, his dark eyes fixed on yours. The intensity in his gaze makes you shudder, as if he's recording every second of this moment in his memory, every expression that passes over your face, and every reaction of your body. His hands move up your back, drawing you closer as his hips move against yours, bringing you to a point where the pleasure becomes overwhelming.

— Don't stop... — he gasps, his voice cracking, almost a plea, his lips kissing and sucking your breasts as his body responds to yours with a devotion and need he's never felt before. His words are the final push, driving you to move with more urgency, seeking to release all the pleasure contained in every fiber of your being.

Your moans become more frequent, more intense, and the rhythm between you becomes frenetic, a back and forth of sensations that brings you ever closer to climax. Each new touch and thrust brings you closer to that climax, where the pleasure feels so overwhelming and your bodies give themselves completely to each other.

Your names escape from each other's lips, mixed with your gasps and heavy breaths, getting lost in the echo and spaciousness of the bathroom. The sensation of having him so deep inside you, so intimately, clouds all your senses, leaving only the awareness of being completely connected in that moment, in that place.

The moment of consummation is overwhelmingly approaching, the pent-up tension finally releasing in a wave of pleasure that courses through your body from head to toe. You feel every muscle contract, every component of your being tremble as your head falls back, moans escaping unrestrained from your lips. Heeseung follows you, his body responding to yours as he lets out a low growl; his arms wrap around your waist clinging to you tightly, feeling you tighten around his cock.

The world fades into the background as you both reach the edge, your bodies finally finding the release you’ve been searching for. It’s an explosion of sensations, a mix of fluids, heat, pleasure, and a deep feeling of connection that leaves you both breathless. Your bodies tremble and cling to each other, trying to absorb everything you’ve just shared.

When the waves of pleasure finally begin to dissipate, you collapse against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder, both of your breathing still heavy and uneven as his hands gently caress you, running down your back in an attempt to calm each other. Heeseung leaves a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips trembling against your skin, and for a moment there is only stillness, the sound of water, and the shared beat of your hearts.

— This… — he begins to say, his voice still shaky, and he doesn’t need to finish the sentence because you both know what it means. This was more than physical, more than just a moment of passion; it was a complete, reverent surrender. And it was incredible.

As your breathing calms and your bodies relax after the intense consummation, Heeseung leaves soft kisses on your face, his hands still caressing your back with a tenderness that contrasts with the passion of moments before. You stay like that for a few seconds, enjoying the closeness, but the concern in his eyes is evident when he meets your gaze.

— Are you okay?” Did it feel good? “Did it hurt?” he asks in a whisper, his tone full of affection and a hint of concern. His fingers trace soft circles on your skin, seeking to make sure you are comfortable after the intensity shared. “Are you feeling very tired?”

You bite your lip, touched and amused by his concern, and a flirtatious smile appears on your face as you look at him mischievously. You still feel the heat of his body and the tension in the air, that spark that clearly hasn’t completely gone out.

— Not tired, not at all, — you answer, your voice soft but full of insinuation. You approach his lips and kiss him slowly, making it clear that there is still much to enjoy. — If you thought this exhausted me, you're wrong.

Heeseung smiles against your lips, his gaze darkening with a new wave of excitement as he hears your words. He holds your face firmly and leaves a deep kiss, before pulling away just enough to look at you with that mix of adoration and desire that makes you shiver.

— That’s perfect, baby, — he murmurs, his voice low and provocative as a mischievous smile crosses his face. — Because it was just the beginning. I didn’t wait this long to get my fill with just one round. — he decrees, smirking.

But before he moves, you both stop for a second, your gazes connecting in a pause charged with emotions. Suddenly you feel the weight of what just happened and, beyond lust, the reality of his feelings hits you hard. Your hands slide down his cheeks, caressing his wet skin as you look at him with a sincerity you can't hide.

— I love you so much. — you whisper, letting the words flow between you, charged with a sincerity that never loses its charm when said out loud.

Heeseung closes his eyes for a moment, letting them sink deep. When he opens them, his pupils search for yours, and in his gaze shines that sweet combination of love and desire.

— I love you more than you could ever imagine, darling. Thank you for letting me be the first and sharing this with you. — he answers, his voice soft but charged with emotion, making what you both feel palpable.

— The first, and surely the only one. — you whisper, a nice, warm smile rising on your lips. One that he reciprocates.

Your gazes meet once more, and in that silent exchange, you both understand what is happening. It is not just desire, it is something deeper, something that goes beyond the heat of the moment. Heeseung’s eyes lock with yours, dark and full of promises that only he can keep. His fingers press lightly against your skin, reminding you that he is not willing to let go, not now that you have finally allowed yourselves to go further.

The heat that emanates from your bodies clings to your skin, evaporating the last drops of water that slide down your contours. There is nothing between you but skin, irregular breathing and the burning desire that consumes you without respite. Heeseung holds you firmly, his hot, wet body pressing against yours while, without ever letting go of the carnal connection that unites you, he easily lifts you out of the tub. The movement, though careful, causes an internal friction that draws a stifled gasp from you, an electric shock that shoots up your spine and makes you cling to him even tighter.

Your legs tighten around his waist, and you feel the tension in his muscles, the restraint in his labored breathing. Heeseung walks with confident steps through the bathroom, the humidity of the environment loading the air with a dense, almost suffocating weight. But it is he who truly suffocates you, who fills you in every sense.

When your bottom hit the cold surface of the sink counter, a shiver runs through you, contrasting with the feverish heat that burns your skin. You barely have time to get used to the difference in temperature before Heeseung arranges you as he wants, sliding his hands under your knees to raise your legs a little more, opening you completely for him. His fingers grip your skin in a light squeeze of anticipation, his darkened eyes scanning every inch of your petite body, and when he looks down to where they’re still connected, his jaw tightens, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. The image before him is so fucking hot.

— Baby girl… you take me so well… — he murmurs, his voice deep and broken with desire, as if he can’t believe how incredibly exquisite it feels to be inside you.

There’s no more waiting. He pulls back until just the tip is left inside, and then with one deep movement, he sinks back into you, drawing a moan from you that breaks in your throat as you tilt your head back, the feeling of fullness intensifying with the buffer of water gone. He moves slowly at first, dutifully savoring the friction and wet heat of your pussy clenching around his cock, each thrust a delicious drag, letting you feel every ridge and vein throbbing against your walls, the sensation making your skin prickle and your toes curl. But that’s not enough. Not for you. Not for him.

Need spills over in every stifled gasp, every moan held back between his teeth as the pace quickens. The thrusts become firmer, deeper, until the sound of bodies colliding fills the bathroom, mixing with the echo of their labored breaths.

Your hands travel to his back, running your fingertips over it before digging into his skin, nails digging into the strained flesh. Heeseung shivers at the sensation, growling under his breath, and his lips find yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. His tongue invades your mouth with the same intensity that his dick does in your pussy, claiming you, making you his in every way possible.

You feel the pressure building, a knot of pleasure forming at the base of your belly, tensing every fiber of your body until the climax engulfs you once again, with the same overwhelming intensity with which he takes you. Your back arches, a ragged gasp escaping your lips. When his name drags out in a broken plea, a prayer of pleasure that tears through the air.

But Heeseung doesn't stop.

He keeps pushing, keeps sinking into you with the same force, with the same desperation, prolonging the overstimulation until the pleasure becomes an unbearable fire, an uncontrollable tremble that leaves you completely open and vulnerable to him.

— Hee~ don't stop... it's not enough... not yet. — your voice, broken, rises between gasps.

Heeseung freezes for just an instant, his eyes lit by lust finding yours, his lips parted letting out a shaky breath. Then he smiles, a dangerous, dark smile, completely given over to what you're both feeling.

— It's definitely going to be a long night.

And his promise is fulfilled instantly…

Without giving you a break, without letting you catch your breath, Heeseung moves again with a new frenzy, his rhythm faster, deeper, hitting with overwhelming precision that spot that makes you see stars, drawing out uncontrollable reactions from you that make him even more uninhibited. The way you arch your back, how your tits swing with each movement, the way your body shudders, the way your nails dig into his skin, the sound of your voice breaking into loud, uncensored moans… everything turns him on more, everything pushes him to take you further, to give you everything you ask of him and much more.

In a quick movement, he releases one of your legs, and without you seeing it coming, his hand goes down between your thighs, precisely caressing your clitoris, rubbing it in circles, causing the frequency of your moans and the tremors in your limbs to increase. And he loves it.

— You look so beautiful like this, letting me make love to you… — he says between gasps, leaning over you until his hot breath caresses your ear. — Sounding so incredibly pretty and needy for me, only for me.

His words turn you on as much as the touch of his penetrations does, as does the unbearable pleasure that intensifies with each thrust, as does each caress on your bundle of nerves. You cling to him, kiss him carelessly, biting his lower lip in the process, and the growl that escapes his throat is the proof that you have driven him crazy.

And then everything falls apart again. Pleasure devours you completely, dragging you into a new abyss where there is only his hands holding you tightly, his voice breaking next to yours, the uncontrollable shudder of your bodies finding the peak of ecstasy together once again; Your juices soak his cock and his warm cum fills your insides again, you enjoy the feeling as you try to catch your breath. However, without giving you a break, Heeseung's hips keep moving, his still erect manhood entering and exiting your hot, wet vagina, prolonging both orgasms in the process, making you whimper from the hypersensitivity from the continuous releases and incessant penetrations.

But this was just the beginning, he promised that the night would be long. And he really had no intention of stopping, not until you were both undone and sated after so much waiting and stolen moments.

[heesngirl]

Backstory : They say sleeping with your partner is better than sleeping alone, and honestly, you didn’t really get it, until now. After a month of dating, you’re finally sleeping next to Heeseung.

Genre : Soft, fluff. Heeseung x MC reader.

Count : 3.2k

Note : "I know that smut content tends to get more recognition on this platform, but this time, I brought a softer piece, as it's necessary to understand the reference in the next draft I plan to share. I still hope you all enjoy it <3"

You had just poured the vegetables into the hot pan when the song playing on your Bluetooth speaker was interrupted by your phone’s ringtone, signaling an incoming call. You cursed under your breath, lowering the flame and pausing your sautéing to answer.

As soon as you saw your boyfriend’s name and contact photo on the screen, you regretted the words you had just muttered. You turned off the Bluetooth connection and answered the call, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder while refocusing on the pan on the stove.

— Hey, baby. You weren’t busy, were you? — his voice was the first thing you heard on the other end, and you couldn’t help but smile foolishly, as if he could see you.

— I was in the middle of making dinner when your call came in, — you replied, your tone a mix of mild reproach and excitement. At the same time, you added the sliced meat to the already sautéed vegetables. — But it’s not a problem. I don’t mind answering if it means I get to hear your voice for a while.

Your words made Heeseung chuckle, and he would have laughed even more if he could see the acrobatics you were performing to keep your phone from slipping off your shoulder while reaching for the spices to season the meat.

— I won’t take up too much of your time. I just wanted to ask if I could come over for a bit. I know it’s kind of late, but we were practicing until now, and they finally lifted my curfew, so I want to take the chance to see you, even if it’s just for an hour. What do you say?

You could hear the hopeful plea in his voice, and that was all it took for you to decide without a second thought.

— Have you eaten yet, or should I make extra for you? — you asked eagerly, secretly hoping he hadn’t eaten anything yet.

— Actually, I’d really appreciate it if you could save me some. The guys are going out to eat, but since I’m heading straight to your place, I guess that means you’ll have to feed me tonight. If you don’t mind, of course.

— Not at all. Just be careful on your way here. I’ll make sure everything’s ready when you arrive. — you assured him with a smile you could practically feel etched on your lips. You adjusted your phone again, stirring the meat in the pan.

— You really are amazing, you know that? — Heeseung said, his voice warm and affectionate, the kind of tone that always made your heart melt.

— It’s not a big deal, — you brushed off, though his words sent a flutter through your stomach. Wanting to move on quickly, you changed the subject. — I’ll be waiting for you, so don’t take too long.

After exchanging a final goodbye, you set your phone aside and went back to cooking. You chopped more meat and increased the portions, making sure there would be plenty for both of you. You wanted Heeseung to eat as much as he wanted until he was completely satisfied. The warm aroma of spices filled the kitchen, making you sigh contentedly, there was nothing better than the thought of sharing this meal with him.

Once the food was ready, you turned off the heat and let everything rest for a bit. Taking the chance, you headed to your room and quickly slipped into the bathroom for a short shower. You didn’t want the sweat from the kitchen heat or the lingering scent of spices clinging to you when Heeseung arrived. Under the warm water, you let the day's exhaustion fade away before getting dressed in comfy pajamas, something casual but still cute.

With your hair still slightly damp, you went back to the kitchen and started plating the food. You set the table, making sure everything was perfect, when suddenly, the sound of your doorbell made your heart skip a beat in anticipation.

You hurriedly finished the final touches, leaving the table set before making your way to the door. When you opened it, there he was Heeseung, his expression a mix of exhaustion from a long day and pure happiness at seeing you. Without hesitation, he stepped inside and pulled you close, his hand resting gently on the small of your back. He leaned in just enough to meet you, kissing you in that way that made sure you didn’t have to stand on your tiptoes—a sweet gesture that always made you feel special.

— Ready for dinner? — you asked, feeling the warmth of his presence.

— Ready for anything, as long as it’s with you, — he replied, his voice laced with affection and comfort, the kind of connection that made even the simplest moments feel invaluable. — By the way, I don’t know what smells better : you or the food. But both are making me dizzy.

— It’s the food waiting for you in the kitchen, that’s what smells so good. — you quipped quickly, trying to mask the nervous flutter his words caused. To distract yourself, you took his hand, intending to lead him to the table, but he gently stopped you with a slight squeeze of his fingers.

— Wait a sec, yeah? I need to use your bathroom first. I’m starving, but I’m even more sweaty and sticky from practice. — He let out a small, sheepish smile as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

— Of course, you can use my bathroom. There are clean towels in the lower drawers of the sink and a new toothbrush in one of the smaller compartments. — you informed him, gesturing toward the hallway.

— No worries, I brought mine in my bag. — he said, patting the backpack slung over his shoulder. It was only then that you noticed how stuffed it looked, as if he was carrying more than usual.

You watched as he made his way toward your room, his posture tired but still carrying that signature energy of his. His backpack piqued your curiosity for a second, but you brushed it off—guys always carried all sorts of things around. Returning to the kitchen, you took a seat, letting the peaceful atmosphere settle around you while you waited for Heeseung to come back and join you for dinner.

The distant sound of running water from the shower and the lingering warmth of the freshly cooked meal created a cozy ambiance. You felt lucky to share these little moments, and the thought of having dinner with him made it all the more special.

After a while, Heeseung appeared in the kitchen, his damp hair falling over his forehead, shirtless, wearing only sweatpants with a towel draped over his shoulders. He looked relaxed and effortless, but the sight of him like that— so casual and unexpected — made warmth rush to your cheeks. Flustered, you quickly lowered your gaze and focused on your phone screen, pretending to be completely engrossed in anything that wasn’t him.

Heeseung sits on the chair in front of you, and as soon as he does, you put your phone aside, focusing on the food in front of you both. You start eating together, and he fills the space with his voice, talking about his day and how busy they’ve been with practice. You listen attentively, but inevitably, you get lost watching how his damp hair falls in messy strands over his forehead, that new color shining differently under the soft kitchen light.

— Are you sure you like it? — he suddenly asks, interrupting his story as he notices your fixed gaze on his hair. His tone is a mix of curiosity and slight nervousness.

— What? Oh, yeah, of course, I like it… — you reply, somewhat surprised to have been caught staring at him. — It’s just that it’s a pretty drastic change. Going from black hair with green highlights to a nearly pink shade… well, it’s different.

— Do you dislike it? — he asks with a hint of concern, and you can see in his eyes that your opinion matters more to him than he lets on.

— Not at all. It actually suits you. I just wasn’t expecting to see you like this today, but I definitely don’t dislike it. — you answer sincerely, letting a small smile escape.

Heeseung relaxes at your words, and the two of you continue eating, feeling comfortable in each other’s presence. The conversation flows unhurriedly, accompanied by the sounds of cutlery and occasional laughter, filling the kitchen with a warmth that goes beyond just sharing a meal.

After finishing dinner, Heeseung offers to do the dishes, and you gratefully accept without hesitation. You knew the most tedious part of cooking was cleaning up afterward, so you didn’t argue at all and let him handle it. You perch on the kitchen island, watching him from that elevated position. From there, you have a perfect view of his exposed back as he moves at the sink, his muscles subtly tensing with each motion.

Heeseung breaks the silence, asking how your recent trip to Jeju to visit your grandparents went. His words seem to dampen your mood a little, and although you try to hide it, your shoulders slump, and your gaze drops to your hands as you fidget with your fingers.

— It was wonderful… until I ran into my parents and Joo Han’s parents, — you respond, your tone dimming. — As always, it turned chaotic.

Heeseung turns around upon hearing the shift in your voice. He sets the dishes aside, the water still running in the sink, and looks at you with a mix of concern and regret in his eyes.

— I’m sorry, baby… I didn’t mean to bring up something that might upset you. — he apologizes, his voice low and filled with genuine remorse for making you recall something unpleasant.

You lift your gaze and offer him a small reassuring smile, though it doesn’t completely erase the shadow in your eyes.

—You don’t have to apologize. You have every right to want to know how it went... you’re my boyfriend, after all — you assure him, though your voice still carries a hint of weariness. — I just don’t want to burden you with all my family drama. It’s already enough for me to deal with on my own.

Heeseung steps closer, quickly drying his hands with the towel draped over his shoulder. He places a comforting hand on your knee and looks at you with that sweet intensity that always manages to calm you.

— It doesn’t bother me to listen, and even less to help you carry that weight if you need it. I just want you to know you can count on me for anything, even if it’s just to listen in silence.

His sincerity comforts you, and for a moment, you let that little gray cloud hanging over you dissipate. You nod, letting him finish washing the dishes while the conversation shifts to lighter topics. Being with him, in moments like these, made everything complicated seem a little easier to handle.

When Heeseung finishes with the dishes, you slide off the counter, and the two of you leave the kitchen. As you walk down the hallway, you suggest playing some games on the Switch to relax. Heeseung enthusiastically tells you he also brought his own in his backpack, and when he tries to go get it, you stop him gently by taking his hand.

You look at him curiously, taking in his appearance: the sweatpants he’s wearing aren’t the same ones he arrived in, they’re completely different. You remember how odd it seemed that he brought his own toothbrush, and now also his console. You can’t help but wonder why he came so prepared when he supposedly was only visiting for an hour. Unable to let it go, you address it.

— Hee, why did you bring so many things if you were only coming for a short visit? — you ask, crossing your arms as you look at him, waiting for an answer.

Heeseung avoids your gaze, lowering his head and fidgeting with the drawstrings of his sweatpants. He seems caught, searching for the right way to explain himself, while you simply watch him, not taking your eyes off him.

— The truth is… I came prepared to stay the night with you. — he finally confesses, a small pout on his lips and a tone that mixes nervousness and a bit of embarrassment.

You stare at him, surprised, processing his words, and then frown, not in anger, but in shock and curiosity.

— Did you lie about practice running late? — you ask, trying to figure out if there’s more behind all this. Heeseung lifts his gaze, sincerity gleaming in his eyes, making you relax a little.

— I didn’t lie about that, I swear. We did practice late, and the curfew thing is also true — he pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. — It’s just that… since I don’t have that restriction anymore, I wanted to take advantage and stay with you, to celebrate my new unlimited schedule by spending the night by your side. I didn’t tell you directly because I thought it might be awkward for you… and sometimes it’s easier to act than to talk. — he admits, scratching his neck, visibly flustered.

You stay silent for a moment, processing his words. The idea that he planned everything just to stay with you fills you with overwhelming fondness. Though his method caught you off guard, you couldn’t deny that you liked the idea of spending the night together. You slowly nod and let out a playful laugh.

— I guess you’re right. Sometimes it’s better to act first and talk later — you finally reply, relaxing and stepping closer to hug him. — But next time, you don’t need all that planning. Just tell me, I won’t say no. Honestly, I was wondering if we’d ever have the chance to sleep together.

Heeseung grins widely, relieved that he didn’t make you uncomfortable, and without saying more, you gently tug him toward the couch, ready to enjoy an hour of gaming.

The two of you quickly get absorbed in the game, entering a competitive mode that feels almost natural when it comes to Mario Party. If there was one thing that could bring out an entirely different side of you, it was playing games with intensity, completely immersed in the competition.

The match gets especially tense when Heeseung, with a strategic move, manages to steal one of your stars. You gasp indignantly, nearly throwing the console to the floor, but restrain yourself, determined not to lose focus, winning was still your goal.

The game continues with laughter, shouts, and playful banter until Heeseung finally wins. You get up from the couch, a mix of frustration and amusement on your face, pointing at him accusingly.

— You’re sleeping on the couch tonight! — you declare, jumping slightly on the sofa as if your anger were real. Heeseung bursts into laughter at seeing you so worked up, finding you both adorable and hilarious at the same time.

Without saying anything, he put the Switch aside and stood up, approaching you with a mischievous smile. Before you could react, he scooped you up in his arms and lifted you over his shoulder as if you were a sack of potatoes.

— Hee, put me down! — you protested, giving him small pats on his lower back while he laughed, but he kept walking toward the bedroom, unfazed by your weak attempts to struggle.

When you reached the room, he gently placed you on the bed and tucked you under the blankets, making sure you were comfortable. Then, he climbed in as well, lying beside you and snuggling close. He rested his head on your chest and took your right hand, guiding it to his hair; a silent request for you to pamper him a little.

You didn't complain, not even for a second. You started running your fingers through his silky hair, stroking it slowly. In that moment, all frustration over the game melted away.

— Can you sing me something? — you asked softly, feeling his breathing sync with yours. If there was something you loved more than anything, it was hearing his beautiful voice. This intimate, peaceful moment called for it.

Heeseung looked at you with a warm smile, closing his eyes as he adjusted himself more comfortably on you. Without thinking twice, he began to sing a soft melody. The notes floated through the air, filling the space with an indescribable serenity. You let yourself be wrapped in his voice, feeling that, at that moment, there was no place in the world you'd rather be.

He continued singing with his mellifluous voice, each note resonating like a whisper full of affection, caressing your soul. With your eyes closed, your fingers kept sliding through his hair, slowly and tenderly, as if you wanted to memorize every strand and every second of that moment. The warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his arm wrapped around your waist, and the steady rhythm of his breathing made you feel at peace, as if everything was perfect just because he was there.

When he finished singing, he remained silent, his eyes searching yours with a gaze that spoke volumes beyond words. With a gentle movement, he lifted himself just enough to bring his lips to yours, kissing you slowly and deeply, filled with the tenderness and love you both shared. It was a kiss that conveyed so much, making you feel loved and safe, as if, in that simple gesture, he was giving you his entire heart.

As he pulled away, his lips lingered just barely touching yours, and in a whisper meant only for you, he said:

— I love you, gorgeous.

Your heart beat a little faster, and with a smile full of emotion, you responded, caressing his cheek before leaning in to give him another kiss—this time short, but just as meaningful.

— I love you too, Hee.

The two of you remained in silence, letting those words settle in the air, sinking into your hearts. Heeseung adjusted himself a little more, wrapping an arm around you as you embraced him in return, finding the perfect position for both of you. Entwined in that warm embrace, you stayed there, enjoying the kind of peace that only comes from being with the one you love.

Little by little, the exhaustion of the day and the comfort of the moment took over, and both of you drifted into deep sleep, still holding each other, your heartbeats falling into the same rhythm. In that shared quiet, without needing any more words, your bodies and souls rested together, knowing that you were exactly where you were meant to be : In each other's arms.

The next post will be this couple making love for the first time.

[heesngirl]

Backstory : You give Heeseung a blowjob for the first time. However, the two of you had been having some entertainment previously.

Note: for a better understanding, it is recommended to read in order (Fever, Be Continued, Lollipop).

- Heeseung ! x MC! reader : established relationship, couple intimacy, light smut, soft scenes, masturbation with panties (allusion). blowjob, cum eating, worship, groping, fantasies, MDNI.

Count : 7K

At this point you no longer had an exact perception of what felt warmer; whether it was the water falling from the shower, or the simple touch of his large hands, moving reverently, tracing the contours and curves of your small, wet body, always so agile at finding those exact points to press on to make you gasp, or hold your breath. The heat was palpable, the steam-fogged glass of the sliding doors were evidence of it.

However, the tiled wall felt icy against your back, the contrast with your body temperature being evident, as he held you firmly pressed, trapping your body with his, while his lips devotedly gave themselves over to wearing down yours with his passionate kisses, and light love bites on your lower lip every time he felt the passion of the moment increasing. He needed a way to remind himself that they really couldn't go any further, not yet.

— Heeseung ~ — you gasped, almost breathless, your body shuddering at the exact moment his lips finally released yours, moving down your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses until they reached your neck. His tongue came into the picture, licking your pulse point before closing his lips around that area, sucking and marking your skin, drawing a soft moan from you in the process.

— If you keep making those pretty sounds… I will definitely forget how my self-control works — he warns, his voice panting and heavy from the contained excitement, and his growing need for you. — I'm torturing myself, having you here like this, while in my mind the dynamic is different. — he adds, smiling slyly and with deep satisfaction at seeing your cheeks blush and the way you bite your lip.

He presses himself against you more, letting you feel the stiffness of his member against your belly, while his hands now grab your ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them between his fingers, making you shudder in his grip; he wanted to bring you even closer, if that was even possible.

— Baby, we should go out and rest now. — you murmur, clinging with all your strength to the last shred of composure that your being still harbors.

And to emphasize the firmness of your words, you push him away from your body, and get out of the shower first. But it's only a matter of seconds before he follows your steps, helping you wrap your body in a fluffy bathrobe, and then proceeding to cover his body with one as well.

At that moment, he wraps his arms around you, as if your body was the only thing he needed to hold on to in order to maintain balance in the world. With almost unreal ease, he lifts you off the floor, causing a soft gasp to escape your lips as your legs automatically wrap around his waist. The warm touch of his firm hands on the curve of your thighs fills you with a feeling of security that is as familiar as it is addictive.

He leans his face towards you, his lips brushing the damp skin of your neck with the softness of a caress. Each kiss he leaves in his wake is deliberate, as if every inch he travels with his lips is an act of devotion. He ascends slowly, leaving a trail of heat that mixes with the steam of the bathroom until he reaches the curve of your jaw. His breath mingle with yours as he slides a kiss over your cheek, one on the tip of your nose, and finally, on your lips. It is a slow kiss, charged with emotion.

He moves around the bathroom with measured steps, holding you with the same care with which an artist handles his most precious work. When he finally sets you down on the sink, the coldness of the material contrasts with the warmth emanating from your skin, but it's not enough to divert your attention from him. His hands remain on your waist for a moment longer, his thumbs tracing soft circles as if he couldn't let go of that contact.

— Stay here for a moment. — he murmurs, his voice low, still imbued with that sweetness that seems to be exclusive to you.

You watch him move around the bathroom while he grabs a towel, and you can't help but let a soft laugh escape your lips, a laugh that resonates warmly in the small space. When he returns, he looks at you with a mix of curiosity and tenderness.

— Why are you laughing? — he asks, slightly arching an eyebrow as he approaches to stand in front of you.

— It's weird... — you admit between stifled laughs, your eyes radiating with amusement and excitement. — Despite the time that's passed, I'm still not used to you pampering me like this.

He smiles, a small smile but enough to quicken your pulse. He leans his face down to place a fleeting kiss on your shoulder before answering,

— Baby girl, you should be by now, it’s something I like to do when you let me. — he replies, his tone as light as the way his fingers wrap the towel around your hair. With patient movements, he begins to dry it, as if this were a simple matter.

You close your eyes for a moment, allowing the warmth of the situation to envelop you, and when you open them again, you meet his gaze. Seeing in his eyes a perfect reflection of everything you share: intimacy, complicity, and something deeper that you are just beginning to understand.

When he finishes, he hands you the towel with a lopsided smile.

— Your turn, gorgeous. — he says, leaning slightly to be at your height, as if he were challenging you to return the gesture.

Without hesitation, you take the towel while giving him a look that is a combination of tenderness and mischief. He approaches you and you begin to dry his hair, your movements careful but firm, enjoying every moment. Heeseung closes his eyes, and a low, satisfied hum escapes his throat, a sound so unexpected that you can’t help but laugh.

— I could get used to this. — he murmurs, his voice muffled by the towel now resting between your fingers.

— Is that how spoiled you want to be? — you tease, leaning in a little to observe his face from closer, noticing how his lips curve slightly into a smile of pure satisfaction.

— More than you imagine, I like the idea of being a spoiled boyfriend, it feels good to be cared for and loved by you. — he declares softly, his eyes opening to meet yours. There's something in his gaze that makes you feel exposed, as if he can see beyond what you're able to express in words.

Your hands pause momentarily as his eyes catch yours, creating a silence full of meaning. You don't need to speak to know what you both feel, but still, you break the silence with a whisper.

— I like how we're moving forward together. This... what we're building, it feels so good, so right.

Heeseung smiles, a warm, genuine smile that lights up his face in a way that takes your breath away. His fingers find yours, lacing them together delicately.

— It’s because it is. Baby, you make this all so special. — he replies firmly, his voice a whisper that resonates deep in your chest.

You lean in to give him a soft kiss. The moment is perfect, full of warmth and complicity, an exact manifestation of who you are together.

After that intimate and meaningful moment, you both leave the bathroom. The transition to the bedroom is silent, almost contemplative. As you enter the room, the lingering heat and thick air hit you full on, mixing with the unmistakable scent of your combined fluids and the sweat accumulated from the previous acts. The chaos was evident: both of their clothes scattered on the floor, the bed in a mess with the sheets wrinkled and thrown away, and Heeseung's birthday presents relegated to the edge of the bed, almost forgotten.

They both looked around the scene before meeting eyes, and although the blush on your cheeks tried to give you away, his slight smile confirmed it: neither of them could deny what had happened there or hide the chaos they had left behind. But, as always, Heeseung was quick to act as if everything was normal. Without even hesitating, he lay down on the unmade bed, with the bathrobe barely covering him and revealing his naked body.

— Well, you can't sleep here anymore. — he said with total aplomb, letting one arm fall behind his head as he adjusted himself to see you better. — It smells too much like sex.

— Oh, really? Don't tell me, I hadn't noticed — you said ironically, rolling your eyes as you picked up your pajama shorts and panties from the floor. The garments were still warm to the touch, which elicited a small sigh of exasperation from you. As you shook them a little and began to put them on, you turned to him. — So, genius, what do you propose?

— Easy, — he replied with that confidence that was so characteristic of him, while raising an eyebrow and giving you a look that almost seemed like a challenge. — Let's go to your room. It's clean, tidy, and definitely doesn't smell like... well, us giving each other body love.

You pursed your lips into a straight line, but you had to admit that he wasn't wrong. Just as you were about to nod, a detail came to your mind. You turned around, holding your pajama top between your fingers, the semen stain evident on the light fabric.

— Wait a minute! — you exclaimed, showing him the garment with a mix of reproach and mockery. — You ruined this, do you know how much I liked it?

The pink color to Heeseung's face as quickly as his expression went from calm to embarrassed. He sat up a little, scratching the back of his neck as he let out a nervous laugh that was impossible to contain.

— Well… it wasn't exactly intentional — he said, although his apologetic smile didn't help much. — But, if it helps, you can take something from my suitcase. Whatever you want, a t-shirt, a hoodie, whatever you need. Consider it my way of making it up to you.

You watched him with narrowed eyes for a moment before letting out a sigh, shaking your head in resignation. At least it was a reasonable solution. When you finished adjusting your panties and shorts, you headed over to his luggage and started rummaging through his things.

Your fingers stopped as they brushed against a small bag hidden among his belongings. The plastic texture was different from the rest, and immediately a strong, familiar smell reached your nostrils. That scent was impossible to ignore; it was the same one that had permeated the room moments ago. Without thinking too much, you opened the bag. What you found inside froze you for an instant: a pair of your panties, Cinnamoroll's, with their feminine and delicate print. But now they were dirty, clearly impregnated with Heeseung's fluids.

It took you a few seconds to process it, the shock mixing with a wave of disbelief and, to your surprise, some curiosity. You slammed the bag shut and turned to him, holding it in your hand. Heeseung, noticing your expression, took a couple of seconds to connect the dots. But when he did, his eyes widened, and heat flooded his cheeks again.

— Babe, I… I can explain. — he said hurriedly, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender that only accentuated his nervousness.

— You better be. — you replied, raising an eyebrow and crossing your arms as you watched him. The situation was so absurd that you didn’t know if you wanted to laugh or hit him.

You gaze remained fixed on him, noticing how his Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed hard, obviously nervous. Heeseung tried to take a step towards you, one hand raised in a pleading gesture, but you backed away, keeping the bag out of his reach.

— Don't even try it, Lee Heeseung. — your words came out firmly, but loaded with a mix of disbelief and suppressed curiosity. You couldn't deny that the situation had you completely baffled.

He sighed, momentarily giving up knowing that there was no way to avoid the conversation. He ran a hand through his damp hair, ruffling it even more, and the shine of his freshly bathed skin caught your attention for a second. He looked so damn attractive, with the loose robe revealing his marked collarbones and a hint of the natural tone of his chest. But it wasn't the time to distract you, not when you were trying to maintain a stern face.

— Okay, okay... I'll explain it to you — he said at last, raising both hands as if he were being arrested. However, his face was still tinged with an obvious blush that made him look as vulnerable as he was guilty. — But I need you to know that... it wasn't on purpose. Well, yes it was, but not in a bad way, you know...

Your eyebrows rose, and your lips curved into a thin line as you waited for him to continue. But Heeseung seemed to be gathering the courage to do so. He took a few steps back and plopped down on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the floor.

— After what happened between us, or, well, what almost happened, you… you left, — his eyes seemed to search yours, looking for some sign of understanding, but he only found the same expectation that kept him on edge. — You left me there, in the bathroom, and when I came out, you were gone.

— And what did you expect? — you defended yourself, crossing your arms over your chest in an attempt to keep control of the situation. — I had things to do.

— Things to do? — he repeated, letting out a sarcastic laugh as he shook his head. — Like practically sleeping with Jungwon and Jake's girlfriend, letting me… — his voice cut off, but the meaning was clear in the way he clenched his jaw. — You left me hard, sore, and completely fucked. Gorgeous... do you have any idea what that means?

His frankness took you by surprise, and although your first reaction was to cross your arms even more, trying to hide how his words had made your cheeks heat up, you couldn't help a spark of curiosity running through your body.

— It's not my fault you can't control yourself. — you finally answered, although your tone sounded more defensive than you intended.

— Control myself? — he replied, getting up and taking a step closer to you, this time with a much more serious look. — Baby, after having you sitting on my face, moaning and shaking in the most perfect way possible, how the hell did you expect me to control myself?

His confession hit you like a torrent, and although you tried to remain stoic, you felt an intense heat spreading throughout your body, concentrating especially between your legs.

— That doesn’t explain what you did next. — you insisted, trying to divert the conversation, but he didn’t seem willing to give you a break.

Heeseung sighed deeply, putting his hands on his hips before speaking.

— I was really hard, okay? Painfully hard. And there was no way I could just ignore it, especially after what we were doing. When I was in the bathroom, trying to calm down, I saw something… — he finally admitted, lowering his voice slightly as if he were about to reveal a secret. — Your panties.

Your eyes opened just a little, and your lips parted in an expression that oscillated between disbelief and expectation.

— They were there, among the clothes you left lying around, and… I couldn’t help it, — he confessed, his tone now deeper, loaded with a sincerity that slowly disarmed you. — I took them, put them in my pocket, and…

— And what, Heeseung? — you demanded, your voice barely a murmur, but making clear your insistence on wanting to hear the words come out of his lips.

He took a step closer, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body. His dark eyes kept you anchored in place as he continued:

— I jerked off with them.

The air seemed to become heavier between you after that abrupt confession, and your fingers tightened a little more around the bag you were holding. Your heart was pounding, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how that affected you.

— So you decided that taking my panties and… using them was the perfect solution. — you reply, keeping the sarcasm in your tone, although something inside you vibrated with a mix of emotions that you didn't know how to handle.

He took a step closer, getting close enough for you to feel his imposing presence.

— I'm not going to apologize for wanting you, babe — he replied firmly, leaning a little towards you as his voice lowered its tone, becoming deeper. — You have no idea how you drive me crazy every time I have you around or even when I don't, you are the very downfall of me. And if this bothers you, I'll do it, but I won't pretend a regret that I don't really feel.

His words hit something deep inside you, and although you wanted to stand firm, the heat that was building in your body betrayed your resolve. Heeseung was chaos in itself, a combination of shamelessness and adoration that left you defenseless.

You couldn't respond immediately, and that silence only served to keep him in his position, his gaze fixed on yours, as if waiting for any signal to continue.

Your silence kept him in suspense, and the tension in the air grew palpable, like a thread about to break. You tried to organize your thoughts, fight against the heat that was beginning to flood your body, and stand firm in the reprimand you felt you had to give him. It was wrong, you knew, and your morals urged you not to overlook his shamelessness, but that voice in your head, small and treacherous, whispered another truth to you; There was a twisted logic to his actions, one you couldn't ignore.

After all, you had neglected him. You had walked away the night before, leaving him in a state you yourself recognized as unsustainable, and though you had carried your own frustration, he had had to deal with his alone the night before. And yet, this very night, he had taken care of you with a devotion that made you shudder at the memory. His fingers, his words, his breath on your skin. It had been pure fire and unbridled. Now, you understood that, despite his pleasure at seeing you surrender to him, he hadn't had the same relief until this moment.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips, and his face changed, expectant, searching for any clue in your gestures. You took the bag somewhat clumsily and handed it to him. His eyes narrowed, confused, as he took it slowly, as if he expected you to take it from him again.

— What…? — he started, but you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

— When you get back to Korea, I expect my panties to be clean… Free of cum — your tone was dry, deliberate, but your words, laden with shameless sensuality, made his eyes widen. Before he could process it, you continued: — And the next time you have such a… desperate need, let me know. I will give you one of my prettiest panties myself so you can do with them whatever you want.

The impact of your words was immediate. Heeseung blinked, his cheeks flushing again, but not like before, not from embarrassment, but from a raw desire that seemed to consume him from within. His confusion gave way to a wide smile, full of satisfaction and something darker.

— Baby girl… — he murmured, his voice hoarse, before taking a step towards you, closing the distance with a determination that made you tremble. One of his hands rose to encircle your neck, his fingers caressing the base of your neck with a firm but deliberately slow touch, as if he wanted to etch every sensation into your skin. — You have no idea what you just did to me. — he whispered, before leaning down and capturing your lips in a kiss that was anything but shy. It was possessive, urgent, laden with everything his words couldn’t express. His body pressed against yours, and the heat between the two of you seemed to set fire to every place you touched.

Your hands instinctively sought out his hair, tangling in his dark, messy locks as he deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing a path that made you lose track of everything else. A low moan escaped his throat as you pushed him back slightly, your nails grazing his neck, but his hold on you didn’t relent. On the contrary, he pulled you even closer, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of parting from you for even a second.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and bright with a mix of desire and fascination. His lips were swollen from the kiss, and his breathing was irregular.

— You’re everything to me, you know that? — he murmured against your mouth, his voice vibrant and full of desire. — No matter what I do, it’s never going to be enough to satisfy what I feel for you.

You didn’t know what to say to him. All you could do was stare at him, unable to control the shudder that ran through your anatomy under his gaze. It wasn’t fair how he managed to disarm you with so little, but you didn’t want him to stop either.

There was a change in atmosphere, something in the way your bodies remained close, but your gazes connected with a different intensity, as if each unspoken word came to life between you. A playful smile appeared on your lips, and with a flirtatious tone, laced with a certain boldness, you dared to break the silence:

— Now that we are being so honest… I also have confessions to make.

Heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued, and the sparkle in his eyes intensified. His lips curved into a soft, but intention-laden smile, as he lightly licked his lips, wetting them almost unconsciously. His response was not long in coming; he took your hand with a calm firmness and guided you to the bed, where he sat on the edge and then pulled you up onto it.

— Oh, yeah? — he said, resting his hands on your waist to accommodate you on his lap, his fingers drawing lazy circles on your skin. — Then I want to hear every word.

Your heart began to beat hard, accelerated not only by what you were about to confess, but by the closeness you shared at that moment. Sitting on top of him, his penetrating gaze and the warmth of his hands on your waist had you in a kind of trance. You took a breath, steeling yourself as you noticed how his eyes scanned every detail of your face, expectant.

— Last night… — you began, trying to keep your tone light, although you felt a slight tremor in your voice. He tilted his head, clearly interested, as his hands moved up just barely, as if trying to encourage you to continue. — While I was sitting on your face and you… were eating me out so deliciously.

Heeseung let out a ragged exhale, his eyes widening a little more at your words, but he didn’t interrupt you. His tongue slowly ran across his lips, and his grip on your waist grew firmer, as if he needed that contact to stay focused.

— I couldn’t stop thinking… about what it would be like if I used my mouth to please you.

His pupils dilated slightly, and a tension-laden silence filled the air between you. You could feel his breathing quicken beneath you, his hands now gripping you tightly, as if he was trying to process what you had said. But you weren’t done.

— Even while we were like that… — you continued, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, but not stopping. — I was tempted to position myself so we could… do it in sixty-nine, so I could give you a blowjob too.

A slow, lopsided smile began to form on Heeseung's lips, but his eyes never lost that intensity full of wonder and desire.

— And why didn't you? — he finally asked, his voice hoarse, each word vibrating in the space between you.

— I was inhibited… — you admitted, looking away for a moment, although his grip on your waist forced you to stay close to him. — I thought I would seem too perverted for it.

A different gleam crossed his eyes, something between disbelief and pure desire. His tongue slowly slid across his lips, moistening them once more, while his fingers, firm but warm, traced slow lines along your waist, rising just to brush the curve of your back. His low laugh was like a deep murmur that made you shudder, resonating from his chest to your bones.

— Too pervert? — he repeated with a softness that contrasted with the fire evident in his tone, his face approaching yours. His nose brushed your cheek, and you felt the heat of his breath before his lips slid down the line of your jaw, leaving a slow, burning trail. His voice grew huskier as he added. — Baby, if you had done that… I would have lost my fucking mind.

You stayed still on his lap, caught up in the intensity of his touch and his words. His hands traveled with delicious determination, sliding his fingers down your sides, brushing the curve of your hips before stopping just above your thighs. The heat of his skin seemed to burn through the fabric separating them, and your legs seemed to tremble slightly under his grip.

— Do you want to know what I would have done if that were the case? — he asked in a low whisper, leaning into you as his lips trailed down the line of your neck, depositing small bites that he alternated with soft sucks. Each caress was a reminder of how he managed to undo your defenses so easily.

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t. The frenzy in his touch was absorbing all of your attention, and your hands instinctively tangled in his hair, tugging lightly as he placed a wet kiss right where your collarbone began. His low moan vibrated against your skin, and the sound was enough to send a shiver through you that seemed to melt any remaining doubt or nervousness in you.

— If you had taken control… — he continued, his voice vibrant and charged with sensuality as he brought one of his hands up to hold the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to him. — I would have let you do everything you wanted to me. You would have had me begging, pleading, asking for more.

His confession was such a raw and passionate statement that you couldn’t help but bite your lip, your eyes desperately searching his to confirm what his words had already made clear. There was an unbridled adoration in his gaze, a flame that seemed to consume him completely as his lips sought yours again.

The kiss that followed was anything but restrained. It was as if Heeseung was determined to prove exactly what he felt for you with every brush of his tongue against yours, with every soft bite he left on your bottom lip before he went back to devouring you with kisses. His hands continued to explore you, one caressing the curve of your buttocks inside your pajama shorts, while the other traced slow, circular patterns on your back.

You felt caught in that whirlwind of sensations, as if the world had stopped spinning and only his lips, his hands, and the scorching heat you shared remained. When he finally broke the kiss, you were both panting, your ragged breaths mixing in the space that barely existed between your mouths.

— Never doubt what you can do with me, precious. I am yours, completely yours. — he murmured, his words filled with a surrender that seemed to well up from deep within him. His eyes remained fixed on you, dark and hot as his fingers moved up to tangle in the base of your hair, forcing you to tilt your head slightly so he could kiss your neck once more.

Each kiss, each bite he left on your skin drew a sigh from you, a low moan that seemed to fuel his own frenzy. His lips stopped just below your ear, and his deep, seductive voice sent shivers through you.

— You don’t have to hold back. Ever. Do you know how much I’m honored that you wanted to please me like that? — he whispered, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine.

You bit your lip, struggling not to lose your train of thought as the warmth of his lips continued to turn you on completely.

— Actually… I still want to. Baby… I want to give you a blowjob. — you whispered, your voice shaky but full of determination, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as your fingers brushed the line of his neck.

The movement of his chest stopped for an instant, as if the air had been trapped in his lungs. The blush that colored his cheeks contrasted with the intensity of his eyes, and although you were already so aroused, it seemed like your words had ignited a whole new spark in him.

— You say those things and... How do you expect me to react? — he murmured, burying his face in the hollow between your neck and shoulder, his voice tinged with a desire he tried with difficulty to conceal. His lips settled there, leaving a slow kiss that barely concealed the shudder in his movements.

You could feel the way his cock throbbed and stirred beneath the bathrobe, an insistent touch that did not go unnoticed, especially when you were straddling him, your thighs firmly wedged against his. His heat radiated in waves, and the caresses of his hands on your back only fueled the ardor in you.

— It's really not necessary... — he murmured against your skin, his words accompanied by a soft brush of his fingers that followed the contour of your spine. His voice was deep, thick with excitement, though a hint of shyness still loomed in his tone. — You don’t have to do something like that. Tonight you’ve already given me more than I could ask for.

You knew he was trying to convince you, but the stiffness in his body and the slight panting between his words gave him away. So, without moving from his lap, you leaned your face towards his, taking his chin between your fingers and forcing him to look at you.

— What if I really want to do it? — you asked softly, your tone oscillating between flirtatiousness and a veiled urgency that you didn’t try to hide. — Besides, your birthday isn’t over yet. Don’t you think you deserve an extra gift?

His eyes sparkled with something between bewilderment and surrender as his lips parted, searching for an answer that didn’t come. His hands moved down your back, stopping just at the curve of your hips as he held you firmly against him.

— You’re… you’re dangerous, you know that, right? — he whispered, his voice hoarse and cracked as a crooked smile began to form on his lips.

You took advantage of his moment of weakness, sliding your fingers to the back of his neck and tangling them there, shortening the distance between your bodies even further.

— What can I say? I love my boy so much. — you replied, with a smile that barely hid your intentions.

A flash of debate crossed his eyes, but even in the midst of his apparent resistance, you knew he wasn't going to stop you. His jaw tensed as he closed his eyes for a second, as if trying to regain the control you had already completely taken from him.

— You have no idea how you make me feel… — he confessed as he opened them again, his gaze trapping you and leaving you breathless.

— Then let me show you what I feel — you insisted, your words laden with a mix of determination and pleading. — Let me make you see stars, just like you do with me.

He watched you for a moment longer, as if trying to burn every detail of that moment into his mind. Finally, he let out a sigh, surrendered, and loosened his grip on your hips to slide a hand to your cheek, caressing it with a tenderness that contrasted with the tension in his body.

— Do with me what you want, gorgeous. — he murmured, leaning down to press a slow, deep kiss against your lips, sealing his surrender.

The heat of his words and his touch caused a current of anticipation to run through your body, every fiber of your being igniting with an intensity that only he could provoke. Without a second thought, you gave him one last quick kiss on the lips before sliding off his lap, kneeling between his legs with a determination that further ignited the spark in his eyes.

Heeseung, aware of your intentions, settled himself on the bed, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs to give you the necessary space. His hands moved deliberately to the knot of his robe, slowly undoing it, revealing how his cock already stood erect against his abdomen, the tip glistening with the precum that was beginning to ooze out.

The sight made your cheeks flush red, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. There was something hypnotic about the way his body reacted to you, how every fiber of his being seemed to vibrate with anticipation under your gaze. He let out a low, slightly embarrassed laugh as he began to slide his hand down his own length, pumping slowly.

— Don’t look at me like that… — he murmured, his voice husky, a tinge of amusement mixed with desire. — You’ll make me cum before you even start.

A mischievous smile curved your lips, and in one fluid movement, you pushed his hand away, replacing it with your own. His eyes darkened as he felt the direct contact of your fingers, your warm palm closing around him. The sensation of his size filling your hand made you gulp, noticing how he seemed to bulge in your grip.

You began to move slowly, pumping up and down as your lips gently rested on his member, leaving open-mouthed kisses, so much so that he gasped. Your tongue, timid at first, slid out to trace small circles on his warm skin.

— Fuck… — he muttered through clenched teeth, his hands finding their way into your hair, tangling at the base as he watched you with parted lips and uncontrolled breathing. — You’re perfect… it looks so good in your hands, you know?

The intensity of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t stop. If anything, his words prompted you to be bolder. You opened your mouth wider, letting your tongue run down the length of his member before focusing on the glans, tracing every contour, every curve, with a precision that seemed to take his breath away.

A deep moan left his throat as you caught the tip with your lips, sucking gently as your hand continued to work at the base.

— God… yes, just like that… — he said between gasps, his voice heavy with adoration. — You're so amazing… so damn good at this.

The satisfaction of hearing him praise you was a reward in itself, and you hummed against his skin, feeling his body shudder at the vibration. The saltiness of the precum caressed your palate, and you couldn't help but lick it up and taste it with obvious satisfaction.

Heeseung leaned his head back, his eyes closing as his hands gently tightened in your hair, holding it so it couldn't get in the way and hinder the moment. Your movements became firmer, your tongue carefully circling the tip before sliding back along his erection, leaving a wet trail that matched the deep moans escaping his lips.

— You drive me crazy… You're really killing me. — his voice cracked, and the pleading tone that accompanied his words only intensified your determination.

Your gaze briefly rose, meeting his pleasure-clouded eyes. The visual connection, the intensity of his gaze, made you quicken the pace of your hands and suck hard. The feeling of control, the knowledge that you could make him feel this way, ignited something primal in you.

Without hesitation, you slid your lips even lower, letting the warmth and wetness of your mouth envelop him completely. The sensation was overwhelming, each movement of your tongue drawing slow, deliberate circles around the tip before descending down the entire length, making Heeseung’s muscles involuntarily clench beneath you.

He let out a low, husky moan that echoed like a gravelly melody in the room, and his hands tightened their hold on your hair, threading through the strands with a mix of need and adoration. His fingers tugged gently, guiding you as his gaze, dark and heavy with desire, didn’t waver from you.

— Baby… you’re… wonderful. — he whispered haltingly, his words shaking with the effort to maintain control. Each time you moved lower, his breathing became more erratic, his hips barely resisting the urge to move forward.

You felt his body react to your every movement: the small spasms of his legs, the way his abdomen tensed beneath the open robe, and most of all, the constant, throbbing beat of his veins against your tongue. As you increased the pace, letting your tongue and lips work in perfect sync, Heeseung let his head fall back, closing his eyes and letting out a sigh that turned into a long moan.

— Damn, gorgeous… — he growled, looking back at you with half-open eyes filled with pure frenzy. — You have me completely fucked.

Your movements didn’t slow down; on the contrary, you seemed to delight in his reaction, increasing the pressure and experimenting with the way you enveloped him, how you teased him, how you made him lose himself. You let your hands complement the work of your mouth, caressing him firmly at the base while your lips focused on the most sensitive part, humming just barely enough for the vibration to run through his entire length.

He practically cursed under his breath, his hands tightening in your hair with a perfect balance between gentleness and urgent desire.

— You're perfect... so perfect for me... Such a good girl. — he murmured, his voice almost breaking with pleasure.

The connection between you was tangible, an electric current that ran through every touch, every look, every sound that escaped his lips. You couldn't help but feel powerful seeing him like this, completely surrendered to you, every fiber of his being trembling under your control.

When you dared to take him even deeper, relaxing your throat as you did so, Heeseung couldn't help but arch slightly, his chest rising and falling in a desperate attempt to catch his breath.

— God... keep going, please... don't stop — he begged, his raspy voice full of vulnerability and pure ecstasy. — I'm so close...

The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, a cluster of sensations that only escalated, enveloping you both in a bubble of pleasure that seemed to have no end.

Heeseung’s deep moans filled the room like an echo of pure desperation and ecstasy. You couldn’t help but feel how those sounds set you on fire from within, making every movement of yours become more determined, more devoted. You slowly increased the pace, moving your head with precision, alternating between taking him deep and pulling back just enough to caress him with your tongue. Every inch of his skin against your lips was a trigger, a spark that pushed you to continue, even as you felt the tension in your jaw.

You could sense how his body reacted to every movement: the tremors in his legs, the involuntary arch of his back, the fingers tangled in your hair pulling with a mix of need and lost control. When you risked taking him even deeper, relaxing your throat, his reaction was immediate.

— Ah~… fuck! — he gasped, his voice rough as if the words were stuck in his chest.

You looked down for a second, reveling in the sight before you. His abdomen clenched with every breath, his fingers trembled as they clung to you, and his head was tilted back, exposing his tense neck. That absolute control you had over him filled you with a heady euphoria, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to take him further.

You licked your lips and moved down again, letting your tongue trace a slow, wet path from base to tip. The way he shuddered and murmured your name under his breath made you smile, satisfied, before you caught him between your lips once more. Soon, the sounds of your mouth working over him grew more obscene, wetter, filling the air with something raw, intense, and desperate.

— Baby… I’m gonna cum. — he warned, his voice cracking with pleasure. His hand tried to guide you, tugging on your hair gently to stop you, but you ignored it, focusing even more on pleasing him.

You could feel the veins on his cock pulsing against your tongue, a sensation that only intensified your resolve. You lowered yourself further, sliding down with a mix of patience and fervor, as your saliva pooled at the edges of your lips, slowly dripping down your chin. The wetness of your actions and the desperation in his moans created a crescendo of tension that seemed ready to explode.

When he finally reached the edge, his body tensed completely. His back arched in a sharp movement, his hips instinctively thrust forward, and a deep moan escaped his throat, resonating like an echo loaded with pure release. You felt his hot cum fill your mouth, wave after wave, while his hands gripped tightly into your hair as if that contact was the only thing keeping him anchored to reality.

You didn't pull away immediately. You took your time, letting each throb of his body die down as you held him carefully. Finally, you slowly pulled out, allowing his member to slip from your lips with one last gentle movement. His eyes, dark and laden with exhaustion, met yours, and that visual connection was enough to leave you completely satisfied.

You stood up with deliberate elegance, making sure he didn't miss a second of what you were doing. In one calm motion, you swallowed all of his release, keeping your gaze locked with his, before licking your lips with a triumphant smile.

Heeseung couldn’t do anything but stare at you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. His face was flushed, beads of sweat sliding down his temples, and his lips trembled, as if words weren’t enough to describe what he had just experienced.

You climbed onto the bed with him, sliding over his body until you were face to face. Your lips caught his in a slow, deep kiss, letting the warmth of his mouth mingle with yours. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as his fingers ran over the exposed skin of your back. The kiss grew hungrier, with soft bites and sucks leaving your lips swollen, and his barely contained moans vibrating against your mouth.

When you finally broke apart, you were both panting, foreheads resting against each other. Heeseung raised a shaking hand, caressing your cheek with a tenderness that belied the intensity of the moment.

— I don’t know how to thank you for this… — he whispered, his voice still cracking from the effort.

— You don’t have to thank me for anything, — you replied softly, your fingers playing with his damp hair. — I love you, and I loved every second of this. Hearing you, feeling you, seeing you like this… It was perfect.”

He closed his eyes, letting out a satisfied sigh as he held you tightly, his arms around you as if he wanted to protect you from everything. You settled against his chest, enjoying the warmth of his body and the tranquility of the moment.

That peace was short-lived, though. A loud knock on the door broke the stillness, followed by an unmistakable voice that echoed from the other side.

— Hyung! — Jake shouted, his tone laden with mockery and amusement. — Leave your girlfriend and come have fun with us!

Both of your eyes snapped open, and although a frustrated sigh escaped your lips, Heeseung barely moved a muscle, keeping you firmly wrapped in his arms.

— I already said that he had taken a while to show up and ruin the moment for us. — you murmured in annoyance, looking towards the door while shaking your head.

But Heeseung only smiled with that overflowing calmness that characterized him when he was with you. His fingers gently caressed your bare back, calming you with a gesture as simple as it was intimate.

— Just ignore him, — he whispered in a hoarse voice, his warm breath brushing your ear. — Nothing and no one is going to ruin this night with you for me.

He looked at you then, his eyes shining with that mixture of devotion and satisfaction that made the world seem to fade away around him. Carefully, he pulled you against his chest, snuggling you under the covers, completely ignoring Jake’s insistent knocking on the other side of the door.

— Even if everything reeks of sex, I’m not moving from here. — he said, letting out a low, satisfied laugh, the sound vibrating against your skin. — I'm right where I love to be.

You joined in with his laughter, letting the warmth of his body and the safety of his arms envelop you completely. The knocking on the door faded along with the bustle outside, and all that remained was the soft cadence of his breathing mixed with yours. Though the moment had been cut short in the end, neither of you let it affect you. You had shared something unique, something so intimate and special that not even interruptions could erase it.

[heesngirl]

Backstory : Heeseung and you happened to end up staying at the same hotel, and given the circumstances, the time without seeing each other, and the emotions of the moment, your intention was to finally make love, but in the middle of foreplay, you were interrupted.

Note : This would be the prequel to "Be Continued". Only the third part remains to be published, which is Heeseung getting a blowjob.

— Heeseung x MC reader. Established relationship, light smut, mention of confidentiality contract (just a joke from the protagonist), pussy eating, face sitting, body worship, emotional and intimate connection. MDNI

Count : 6K

It was enough to get into the back seat of the car for you to finally collapse just as you had been longing for. Whoever dared to say that your job was not hard at all was definitely nothing more than an ignorant, ill-informed person. Although, you also had to take into account the fact that when they invited you to participate in this event, they made it very clear that you would only cover a certain amount of time; however, a certain girl who was going to take over for you in the end could never arrive and did not notify you until the last moment.

You understood that her job was just as demanding or even more demanding than yours, but you mentally reproached her for having offered to participate, and not taking into consideration the fact that her current acting project could take more time than she planned. Later you would have the opportunity to personally unload on her.

For now you had to deal with your energy drop, since at that point you were more tired than a person; Your social battery was exhausted almost at the end of the day, so you were counting the hours to get out of there and go lie down in your hotel bed.

Although, now lying in the backseat of the vehicle you were tempted to sleep, at least during the minutes that would pass on the way to the hotel.

— Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't even think about falling asleep now. Let me remind you that you have an empty stomach and you should eat something first. So you better wait until we get there. — Joo Han scolds, observing your almost unconscious being through the rearview mirror.

— Oppa~ I'm dying, my little feet hurt like hell and I swear I'm more over there than over here, sleep is overcoming me — your protests sound strangled due to the way your cheek is crushed against your arm, and also because you could barely speak. You weren't lying, you were about to fall deeply asleep. — I don't think I can hold out until we get there, let me get some sleep please~ — you say, putting some emphasis on the last two letters.

Being aware of how noticeably exhausted you looked, Joo Han had no other choice but to let you sleep as you begged so much. It was obvious that he would end up giving in.

— Okay, you win, miss. You can sleep for a while, but I don't want to hear you complaining later when I have to interrupt your rest because we arrived at our destination. — he warns with supposed severity, but both of you knew that as soon as you arrived he would let you sleep a little longer before waking you up to get out of the car.

After having received the green light from your esteemed manager, you settle as much as you can in the seat and prepare to fall asleep. Unfortunately, you don't manage it.

At the exact moment you're about to fall asleep, your cell phone ringtone resounds, the sudden noise causing you to jump in place and abandon the task of going to dreamland.

A string of profanities was about to come out of your mouth, each and every one dedicated especially to whoever dared to bother you at that moment. However, all the bad mood along with the sleep and tiredness went to hell in a matter of seconds, and all after having read the name of the sender who requested to have a facetime with you.

— Oh god, my girl is so gorgeous — is the first thing you hear him say as soon as you agree to start the video call. Heeseung looks radiant from the other side of the screen smiling only for and at you. There was no way you could be upset with him, and even less so after hearing that. — How have you been, babe? I'm sorry for not contacting you sooner, but the concert hasn't been over for long and now we're heading to the hotel to rest. — although you were probably aware of it, he still took the trouble to explain since it didn't leave you any material to overthink.

Well, the truth is that since early in the morning you had been leaving him messages hoping that he would read them at some point, something he couldn't do because he was so busy with his responsibilities.

The concert he mentioned was the same one you had planned to sneak into incognito once you were free, but as mentioned before, the lack of organization and time of Jake's actress girlfriend as special guest and second MC in command, did nothing but disrupt and frustrate your plans.

Obviously, Heeseung didn't have that detail in mind, because you assured him that your itinerary didn't even leave a small space to go see him. Your karma for lying to your boyfriend, who was dying to see you in person after what would be two months.

— Hee, you don't have to give me explanations, I understand and take into account your reasons. — you answer simultaneously, getting up so you can give your beloved boy a close-up view of your face. You can notice how he stares at you in a daze for a few seconds. — I had been looking forward to attending the concert. I was right and I was going to surprise you by sneaking into the audience. But, it turns out that Jake’s boo seems to have an altered perception of time and he miscalculated, his recordings were extended and she couldn’t show up at the event. In the end I couldn’t get a replacement and I had to extend my day. — you confess with weariness and a frown, causing Heeseung to laugh at the seriousness with which you approached your tantrum.

— It’s a shame you couldn’t come to the concert. But leaving that aside, wasn’t it too exhausting for you? — the boy was aware of how precarious your social battery was, and even more so after a long day.

— Yes, yes it was. In fact, I was about to fall asleep, but your call came in and well, you know I just couldn't ignore it even if I'm dying — you confess, your boyfriend on the other side of the screen smiles, moved by the honesty of your words and by having that kind of privilege on your part. — Most likely, once I get to the hotel, I'll just have to get in touch with the bed to fall into a coma until the next day. — both laugh at that last comment, because they knew you were very serious.

— You don't deserve less, baby. Make sure you rest well. Just don't even think about going to sleep on an empty stomach — you perceive the severe tone in his voice and you do nothing but look at him ironically. — Don't look at me like that, the last time we slept together you made me get up in the middle of the night because you were hungry and then you had a hard time falling asleep again. I'm worried that you don't sleep your hours straight or that you skip meals. — he had a point in his favor that was simply difficult for you to refute, so you had no choice but to accept it.

— I'll make sure to have dinner before I go to bed. Don't worry too much now, besides, you should eat well and rest too — you remind him back. You're about to add something else but from the driver's seat Joo Han signals you to end the call. — Baby, I have to leave you. It seems it's time for me to get out of the car. I'll talk to you before I go to sleep.

— It's okay, baby girl, in fact, it's time for us to get out now too — you found that kind of coincidence a little strange, but you chose not to give it importance. — I love you, we'll talk later. — and without anything else to say he cut off the video call.

You put away your cell phone and took the bag you were carrying with you. You saw Joo Han get out first so he could go around the vehicle and open the door for you.

As soon as you got out of the car you noticed the slight gathering of people lying at a certain distance from the facilities; something quite strange in your opinion, since information about where you would stay during your stays outside of Korea was never leaked. Even stranger was how suddenly that small crowd seemed to get upset.

As much as your fame was rising, you found it impossible to believe that their uproar was due to your presence.

— That's how small the world is. — Joo Han's voice resonates behind you and you immediately

turn to face him, but he seems to be looking at something or rather someone who is beyond where you both lie standing.

You look away in the direction where your manager has his eyes fixed, and just that action is enough for you to understand the meaning behind his previous words.

You are perplexed, and the boy on the other end is no better than you, since he also seems to not finish processing what is happening at that precise moment. Both of you are there, looking at each other carefully, trying to make sure that what your respective eyes see is nothing more than reality.

Your minds connect… you feel your surroundings stop and suddenly it's just you two in the world, in the same place and time. If it weren't for the people who were hanging around those same places, you would have surely run towards him and even jumped into his arms. At that moment you thanked the universe, destiny and any other omnipotent force for conspiring in your favor.

— Hey come on, we can't stay out here for so long — Joo Han murmurs, making you leave the dream plane in which you seemed to be immersed. — You can talk to him later — he says as he urges you to start walking and enter the hotel once and for all.

You followed your manager's steps walking through the reception area, in the process feeling the weight of a gaze on you, you didn't even have to turn around because you knew perfectly well who it was. Only Lee Heeseung could have that kind of effect.

While you went with Joo Han to request the rooms to stay in, you managed to see how your boyfriend and his group headed towards the elevator. They made eye contact for a few seconds until the doors closed and he disappeared from your line of vision.

His presence in that place definitely altered your entire system, the level of your neurotransmitters increased drastically, you could feel the excitement bubbling and running through your entire body.

— Come on, I'll leave you in your bedroom to rest. — you look at Joo Han for a few seconds, thinking that at this point rest was the last thing relevant to you, the only thing you wanted was to be able to go to your boyfriend and throw yourself on him to kiss him and then both of you catch up.

After a while of boarding the elevator, you finally found yourself on your corresponding floor. Your manager dropped you off right in front of the door, and after giving you some instructions to avoid unwanted intruders in your room, he went to his own.

After a long, tiring day, you finally arrived at your hotel room. You closed the door with a sigh of relief and headed straight to the bathroom, eager for a moment of relaxation. Of course, not before giving your boyfriend the room number via text.

As the cold water fell on your tired skin, you felt the stress and fatigue slowly fade away. The comforting sound of the water enveloped you, and for a moment you allowed yourself to disconnect from everything. Even the disgust against Jake's girl became a non-existent plane.

After a time that seemed eternal to you, you got out of the bathtub wrapped in a soft bathrobe. As you dried your hair with a towel, you heard a soft knock on your room door. You paused for a moment, getting an idea of who it could be, and the excitement rose in you once more. As you approached the door, the knocking was repeated, this time more insistently.

As you opened the door, you were met by the figure of your boyfriend, standing in front of you, with that mix of urgency and devotion etched in his eyes. Before you could say a word, he had already crossed the threshold, closing the door firmly behind him. His arms wrapped around you tightly, lifting you off the ground as his lips sought yours, leaving no room for surprise. His kiss was voracious, hungry, as if time and distance had been a punishment that could finally redeem him.

You didn't have the chance to react at first, but you didn't need to either. Everything in you responded to that intensity, returning with equal vehemence the way his lips moved against yours. The time apart had been torture, and now every caress and kiss seemed like an affirmation that all of that was over.

The whirlwind of emotions stretched on for minutes that felt like a blink of an eye. The labored breathing, restless hands, and the accelerated beating of their hearts filled the small space of the room, as if the rest of the world had vanished. When their lips finally separated, they both looked at each other with a mixture of need and relief, smiling almost at the same time.

Heeseung took a few steps forward, taking you with him to the bed. He dropped down with an uncommon softness on it, dragging you with him to keep you close. One of his hands went up to your face, outlining your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted with the fervor of his first gestures. His eyes looked at you as if he wanted to memorize every detail, every shadow and every light of your face.

— Baby girl, I've missed you so much — he whispered tenderly, letting his words fill the intimate space you shared. — Every second away from you felt like an eternity. You don't know how much I've longed for this moment.

You were touched by the honesty of his words and the intensity of his emotions. In that special moment, despite your reserved nature, you allowed your own feelings to be freely expressed.

— I've missed you too, baby — you answered in a soft voice, allowing yourself to be more vulnerable than usual. — It hasn't been easy being away from you for so long, but now that we're together again, I feel like everything is in its place.

Time seemed to stop as you lost yourself in the mutual glow of your gazes. You threw yourself

against his lips once more, kissing him more calmly but with so much love in between. Lee smiled so pleased by your action, also because after you separated you didn't last long before planting another kiss on him, and another, and another... and a few more. He was melting internally, he loved this side of you that only he could bring out.

— Yes, you definitely missed me as much as I missed you — he jokes with a lively tone. — Which surprises me. Hadn't you boasted that you wouldn't miss me and could be at peace without me?

At his words, you lowered your head, hiding your face against his chest to hide the embarrassment you felt. Despite your attempt to hide your emotions, Heeseung put his arms around you and caressed your back softly.

— As expected, it was nothing more than a joke, and I ended up swallowing my words — you admit, simultaneously raising your face to look him straight in the eyes. — It hasn't been easy being away from you, Hee. I was aware of how much I need you by my side, even in the busiest of times.

Your words comforted him, and you couldn't even imagine how much, so his way of letting you know was to hold you closer to his body and lean in to leave a kiss on your forehead.

— Now you understand how I've been feeling these past few days. not being with you even for a measly second. It's not easy being away from you, babe, but that just made me realize that we're getting more and more in tune. — his words were so unfiltered, you felt touched by his sincerity.

— You know? This makes me realize how much I needed a moment like this with you. Besides, I just discovered that I can be as cheesy as Jake's girlfriend or Hoon's little sunshine. — both laugh because of such a statement.

— Don't compare yourself, never do, you are you and that's what makes you so wonderful. I'm aware of how loving you really are, when it comes to the affection that comes from your heart, which makes me feel loved. — he declares, his eyes never leaving yours as he pronounces each word. — Also, remember that there's Jay's girlfriend. — he adds, and ignoring a little of the romanticism you give him a little punch in the chest for that last thing he said. But he shrugged it off and just laughed.

— Yeah yeah, you're all so lucky to have gotten such wonderful girls like us to notice you. — you mocked with great pride.

Heeseung laughed ironically, a mocking smile playing on his lips. Then, he turned gracefully, leaving you cornered against the mattress while he hovered over you.

— I can't deny what you say, — he admitted with a mischievous glint in his eyes. — I really was lucky enough to get the wonderful girl that I boast of admiring and loving so much today. — with shining eyes and a pounding heart, you reacted completely touched by Heeseung's words.

Your lips met in a fiery kiss once again, a whirlwind of emotions enveloping you, dragging you into an exclusive world where time faded away and only the two of you existed. Your hands, driven by an overwhelming desire, gripped his shirt tightly. Your trembling fingers sank into the fabric, crumpling it in your fists as you pulled him towards you with an urgent, almost desperate need that demanded the immediate union of your bodies. That demanding attitude, charged with unbridled passion, further ignited the spark in Heeseung, who responded by intensifying the kiss. His tongue made its way between your lips, invading your mouth with a voracious warmth that seemed to devour you from within.

The soft murmur of their sighs mixed with the echo of their racing hearts, creating an intimate symphony that reverberated in the room. Every second that passed increased the intensity. His lips, skillful and demanding, explored yours as if he were seeking to memorize every texture, every flavor. The touch of your bodies generated an almost tangible electricity. Every movement, every touch between you, amplified the connection, the mutual heat enveloping you in a frenzy that gave no respite.

Heeseung's hands found your waist, his long, firm fingers holding you with a strength that, far from intimidating you, ignited your senses. When his lips began to slide from yours to your jaw, his warm breath caressed your skin, sending shivers along your spine. The kisses slowly descended to your neck, where his mouth stopped, leaving a trail of delicate bites that drew barely contained moans from your lips.

Your hands, now bolder, slid down his chest. Each caress was a message, a silent call that Heeseung interpreted perfectly. Slowly, your fingers sought the edge of the garment, pulling it up with clumsy movements, but loaded with intention. Noticing your intentions, he moved away just enough, raising his arms to make your job easier. With a swift movement, you slid the shirt over his head, letting it fall to the floor without caring where it ended up. Now, with his torso exposed, your fingers traced the contours of his body. Every muscle beneath your hands seemed to tense at your touch, and the heat emanating from him enveloped you like a flare.

Heeseung let one of his hands venture past your waist. His fingers traced a downward path, caressing the curve of your hip until they found your bare thigh. The fabric of your bathrobe was barely an obstacle to his touch. His hand, warm and firm, rested on your skin, his fingers brushing over it in slow but determined movements. That caress sent a shiver through your body, a shudder you couldn’t hide and that he instantly sensed.

With his lips busy exploring the delicate curve of your neck and collarbones, Heeseung left small bites and wet kisses, tracing a path that made you arch your back, seeking more of him. His mouth was like fire against your skin, a searing heat that contrasted with the trembling that ran through your limbs. Each kiss of his was a mark of possession, as if he wanted to claim every part of you, but at the same time an act of Adoration, laden with reverent desire.

Your hands left his chest to run down his back, your nails barely grazing his bare skin, causing him to shudder a little, drawing a low growl from his lips. His reactions, so raw and genuine, fueled the frenzy that burned between the two of you, leading you to lose yourself even more in that moment.

Heeseung lifted his head, his dark, lust-filled eyes meeting yours, which shone with a mix of longing and vulnerability. His breathing, heavy and ragged, barely allowed him to utter his next words. As much pleasure as you both felt, Heeseung knew he needed your consent. He didn’t want to take anything for granted.

— Will you grant me this night? — he asked in a hoarse voice, desire permeating every syllable. His gaze lowered to your swollen lips, then back to your eyes, searching in them for the answer he so craved. You could tell how needy he was, the internal struggle to maintain his sanity evidenced by the turgidity of his erect member beneath his leather pants. — I don't want this to be just an impulse, I want it to be our moment.

— Honestly, I don't know what you're waiting for to tear this robe off my body and take me once and for all. — you reproached him, your tone suggestive and defiant, each word a whisper full of promise.

You loosened the knot, but left the garment barely closed, as if you wanted to prolong his torment a little longer. His gaze lowered to the small space that opened in the fabric, revealing the softness of your skin, and his jaw tensed. Seeing the flash of desire in your eyes, he lowered his face to capture your lips in a shorter kiss this time, creating a path that would explore every inch of your body, opening the robe further in the process.

His lips left a chaste kiss on your chest, before he pulled away, taking a moment to admire the naked splendor before him.

— I have no words to explain how much I love what I’m looking at right now. My baby is beautiful, so, so fucking beautiful. — he murmured huskily, his words laden with adoration. Then, leaning forward, he began to sprinkle kisses over your bare skin, each contact of his lips sending a shiver that raised goosebumps across your skin.

His mouth moved in a deliberate rhythm, leaving a trail of heat from the curve of your collarbone to your ribs. He continued down with devotion, stopping at your thighs. His warm breath contrasted with the coolness of the room, and the brush of his lips over the smoothness of your skin made you arch your back slightly.

When he reached your knee, he planted a deeper kiss, as if to mark the moment, before repeating his action on the other leg. But just as his mouth began to approach the heat pooling between your thighs, you stopped him, squeezing his face between your legs. Your thighs instinctively closed around his head, trapping him in a gesture that was both one of vulnerability and power.

Heeseung's reaction was immediate; a low, guttural growl escaped his throat. He couldn't hide how much he enjoyed that contact. The pressure of your thick thighs against his face seemed to unleash something wild inside him, an overwhelming satisfaction that was reflected in the dark glint of his eyes.

— Wait, Lee Heeseung, where's my confidentiality agreement? — you teased disdainfully, momentarily breaking the tension with a bit of humor.

He closed his eyes and let out a light laugh, the vibration of his chest resonating against your legs. The joke wasn't new; you'd mentioned it before, but he hadn't expected you to bring it up at that moment. However, he seemed to love that even in the midst of passion you maintained that playful spark that fascinated him so much.

When he opened his eyes, he did so slowly, as if he wanted to make sure you caught every second of his gaze. From his position between your legs, he watched you intensely. His pupils, dilated with desire, seemed to devour you, and the mischievous curve of his smile was as confident as it was dangerous.

— Why would I make you sign that shit if this won’t be the only time I have you like this? — he replied rhetorically while his voice took on a serious and almost mocking tone. The arrogance in his expression disarmed you, but it also ignited something inside you.

Without warning, Heeseung slid his large, warm hands over your thighs, holding them firmly. His fingers pressed against your skin with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness, sending a wave of heat straight to your belly. Slowly, he opened your legs, creating a space that seemed insufficient for the desperation that was drawn on his features.

The moisture between your legs seemed to invite him, and his face was at the exact level, so close that you could feel his breath caressing your skin. His lips delicately brushed the most intimate area of your body, but he didn’t move immediately. Instead, his eyes searched yours, waiting, connecting, as if he needed to make sure you were with him on every level: physical, emotional, and beyond.

From your position, you watch as he licks his lips eagerly, a provocative dance that awakens every fiber of your being. You move a little closer, and close your eyes, letting the anticipation envelop you, yearning for that contact that seems like a distant whisper. However, instead of what you wanted, his lips slide down to the inside of your left thigh. Surprise and a slight flash of annoyance lead you to tap your fingers against his forehead, but he only laughs, a sound full of complicity that lights the fire inside you even more.

— Stop torturing me, you don’t know how much I need you right now. — you whimper, giving him a reproachful look as your mouth turns into a small pout, a mix of helplessness and desire.

But Heeseung, far from taking pity, takes his time, enjoying every moment. His lips alternate kisses between the soft skin of both thighs, a game that heightens your frustration. Just when you think he will finally give in to your pleas, he stops, leaving a kiss on your mound of venery before dropping down beside you on the bed.

You turn to him, confusion and disappointment reflected on your face, while he remains serene, staring at the ceiling as if he were not the architect of your longing. The need to reproach him for his actions bubbles up inside you, but before you can articulate a word, he makes a gesture with his hand, pointing to his face.

— Baby, don’t just stand there doing nothing. Come and sit on my face. I long to eat you in that position. — he orders you with a voice full of raw desire, a mix of authority and lust that makes every corner of your body vibrate.

You don't need him to repeat it. In an instinctive movement, you stand up and let the bathrobe fall, the cool air brushing against your bare skin. Your body reacts to the contrast, your nipples hardening as your breathing quickens. You know what's coming and the anticipation is already raging inside you.

With a determination you barely recognize as your own, you approach him. His eyes, dark and bright, follow each step you take, devouring you with their gaze, and you feel his desire pierce the space between you. You climb astride his body, your knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his torso. The fabric of his pants brushes against your wet lips, and the contact sends shivers down your spine. His erection, hard and prominent, presses against your center with a delicious insistence, drawing a low, guttural gasp from your mouth.

That sound, that sign of how much he wants you, becomes an incentive for you. Slowly, you begin to rub against him, seeking that friction that further ignites the fire already burning in your belly. His hands move up your thighs, his long, firm fingers leaving a trail of heat that makes your legs shiver.

— Fuck... You have no idea how much I love you. — he growls, his voice barely a whisper muffled by arousal.

Your movements become more desperate, your hips undulating against him in a rhythmic dance that steals your breath. But his urgency overwhelms yours. In one determined move, his hands move up to your hips, holding you firmly and guiding you towards his face. Your breath hitches as you feel the warmth of his breath caressing your most sensitive skin.

You carefully settle yourself over his mouth, but he’s not about to wait. His arms wrap around you tightly, his fingers digging into your thighs with an almost primal need. He opens you wider, making sure every part of you is exposed to him, vulnerable and within reach of his tongue.

The first contact is an electric shock that makes you arch your back and moan, your hands instinctively seeking support on the headboard of the bed. His tongue slides with precision, tracing slow, deep circles before zeroing in on the exact spot that makes you shudder. His technique is a mix of mastery and desperation, as if he can’t get enough of you.

— You’re so good to me. — you sigh, your voice cracking under the weight of ecstasy.

Every movement of his brings you closer to the edge. The way his tongue alternates between gentle caresses and intense thrusts makes you lose any trace of control. His hands don’t stay still; his fingers run over your hips, moving down to caress your buttocks, squeezing them hard to force you to move more rhythmically on his mouth.

Your moans fill the room, mixing with the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth working tirelessly on you. Your body shakes, your thighs trembling as the pleasure builds in ever more intense spirals.

He doesn’t stop. With every moan you let out, his movements become more fervent, more demanding. You can feel the pride emanating from him, the delight in your every reaction. He watches you from below, his eyes darkened with lust, enjoying the sight of your face contorting in ecstasy.

— You’re mine… All mine, baby. — he whispers against your pussy before sucking you with an intensity that leaves you breathless, a bolt of pure pleasure coursing through every nerve in your body.

Your breathing is a mess; words aren’t enough to express what you’re feeling at that moment. You grip the headboard tighter, your hips moving on instinct, seeking to prolong those sensations that have you on the brink of madness.

— Hee, I’m close. — you whimper desperately, at the same time as you begin to move around in search of more friction. Just as you’re about to come undone in his mouth, a knock on your door brings you both out of the moment.

Both you and he freeze, not knowing exactly what to do, as your minds remained clouded and it was difficult for you to process quickly. Another knock sounds, but this time more insistently.

— Has she fallen asleep already? — you heard someone question from outside and you immediately recognize that voice as Sunoo's.

— It's possible, but I don't think so. Let me call her to check. — the other voice that resonates you also recognize instantly, it was Jungwon. Instantly a call comes into your cell phone, that's when you finally react and get off Hee's body.

You take the robe and cover your body again. You help Heeseung get out of bed and quickly lead them to the bathroom, you leave him locked in there. You arrange the robe and your hair well, then finally open the door.

— Wonie! — you exclaim happily but nervously as soon as you see the boy in front of you. Yang smiles in response.

— I'm here too. — Sunoo points out indignantly at being overlooked because of Jungwon's presence.

— Yeah, hello to you too — you greet in an effort to get out of the way, causing Sunoo to look at you with contempt. Jungwon and you laugh at Kim's expression. — What brings you here? — you ask, continuing a normal conversation.

— We brought a surprise for you. — Won answers and simultaneously he and Sunoo step aside, revealing the female presence that accompanied them.

— Surprise! — the young actress sings, doing jazz hands and smiling widely.

You wanted to throw yourself at her, because the truth is that you hadn't been able to see her for a while either. However, the memory of you working overtime made the love fade away and instead you did the bitter thing of closing the door in her face. However, three hands push, preventing you from completing your action.

— Why aren't you with Jaeyun? — your question wasn't meant to be mean, it was simply the first thing you managed to ask. The actress's face twisted into a grimace of discontent, as she hoped that her presence would really excite you.

— Why do you say it as if I couldn't be away from him? — she counterattacked, somewhat offended.

— Because that's actually how it is — Sunoo confirmed, earning a punch on the arm from the other girl. They both looked at each other in disgust after that. — And do you intend to leave us standing here all night? — Sunoo reproaches you and you do nothing but roll your eyes.

— Don't you have your own rooms? — you reply, crossing your arms and looking at him mockingly, provoking the other girl. At that moment Jungwon had to intervene before the worst happened.

— Come on, let's all hang out together! Look, I bought these snacks and sweets that you might like — you appreciated her intervention and her innate ability to persuade you with food. — Also, she hired a skincare service and the person should be arriving soon.

— Okay, let's all hang out together. But let me inform you that I will not be lending my room for this sleepover attempt — you notice how the expressions of Sunoo and Jaeyun's girlfriend go from excitement to disappointment in just a second, and yes, it was because of your refusal in the end. They were already making themselves comfortable in your bed that undoubtedly had to be well-ordered... according to them.

— But why not?! — the two aforementioned complain in unison.

— I don't have enough energy to have to clean everything after you leave here, in fact, I was about to get dressed and go to sleep and you interrupted me. — you had to lie for the sake of the boy who was still locked in your bathroom.

— Okay, I guess we'll take my room since Won and Jongseong's room is occupied by the latter, Jaeyun and Riki watching a soccer game. In Sunoo's room is Hoon doing FaceTime with his little sun and you don't want to lend yours. We have no other option. — the actress admits. — Go get dressed, we'll be waiting for you over there, it's number 23. Please don't take too long — and without further ado, the three of you prepare to leave.

You're about to close and enter your room but a doubt invades you and that's why you make them stop halfway down the hallway.

— How did you know my room number? — the truth is you didn't remember having exposed your location to someone else.

— Oh that, your boyfriend spilled the beans on Won and he told us. — Sunoo clarified causing you to give yourself a mental blow.

Without making any noise, you entered your room again, got dressed in silence, and then left to meet up with your friends.

And Heeseung? Well, he had to reflect on his actions, since they were practically interrupted because of him.

— I do not allow copies or translations! This content was originally created in Spanish and published on Wattpad.

[heesngirl]

Backstory : The night before you were sitting on Heeseung's face, while Heeseung was eating you, you were interrupted. But, now there was a chance to pick up the situation.

Note : “Heeseung and the protagonist are staying in the same hotel (by chance). This is an average part, as there is a prequel and a sequel, in the prequel as I mentioned he is eating pussy, while in the sequel it's him getting a blowjob. If this part does well, I will upload the other two”.

— Heeseung x MC reader. Established relationship, versatile Heeseung, smut, fingering, mutual masturbation, intercrural sex (with thighs), handjob, MDNI.

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Since the night before, until this new day, Heeseung had not stopped blaming everything in existence for not being able to spend time with you properly when you were literally right around the corner at the hotel. He could have taken you out of Jake's girlfriend's room and taken you to his own to make you continue sleeping next to him, but he preferred not to, and even less so when late at night, after taking care of a certain matter, he went to inspect how you were doing there; Sunoo was the one who let him in, and seeing you so comfortable, asleep in the middle of Jungwon and the actress, he gave up on his order, opting to just leave you a kiss on the forehead and retire to his chambers.

Without wasting time, first thing in the morning, he went to see you. The way you greeted him, jumping into his arms, showering him with kisses and sweet congratulations, made him start his day in the best possible way. That brief morning interaction was all he needed to keep himself in high spirits for the rest of the day. His energy at the concert was noticeable, and the band members were quick to joke about it. Jake, with a knowing smile, tapped him on the shoulder.

— You really shined today, a lot. Is it the birthday or the extra motivation? — the Australian said, winking at him mischievously.

Heeseung laughed, making a gesture as if he wanted to downplay it, although the slight curve of his smile gave it away.

— It was all because of Engene, do you doubt it? — he replied, joking, but unable to contain the truth in his thoughts. His mind returned to those moments in the morning, when your arms surrounded him and the sweet words you dedicated to his ear made it clear that this was not just any birthday.

At the end of the concert, the staff informed him that he had to prepare for a birthday live as soon as they returned to the hotel. Although the idea excited him, it also meant delaying alone time with you. During the trip, he listened to the boys' jokes, responding from time to time, but his gaze was lost out the window, anticipating the moment of seeing you.

When he arrived, he was greeted by a special decoration in his room: balloons, a small cake, and other details that he thanked with a sincere smile. He took out his phone and quickly wrote to you:

"I have to do the live first, but as soon as I finish, I'll let you know. I love you."

The chat exploded with congratulations as soon as the broadcast began. Heeseung smiled, trying to hide the slight anxiety that ran through him as he responded to the comments, thanking his fans for their affection. Despite enjoying the moment, he counted the minutes until closing the broadcast.

When the boys burst in with another cake, the atmosphere became chaotic and lively. Between laughter and jokes, they greeted the camera, and Heeseung kept his smile as they interacted. They brought him the cake with a lit candle and expectant looks. He closed his eyes pretending to concentrate on his wish, but he only thought about seeing you.

Once the boys left, the room fell silent, reflecting his expectation. He ended the broadcast with a last grateful smile, and, as soon as he turned off the camera, calm invaded him.

Without wasting time, he took his cell phone and sent you another message, barely containing his emotion. With his gaze fixed on the door, he imagined your figure appearing, bringing with you that grace and charm that always filled the place.

Finally, he heard your voice from outside. He immediately got up and opened the door with a knowing smile, guiding you inside. His eyes sparkled when he saw you, and his lips curved into a smile that said everything without the need for words.

— You're finally here — he sighed excitedly, without letting go of your hand. His eyes seemed to light up even more when he noticed the bow you wore in your hair. — By the way, you look so pretty with that bow. — he murmured tenderly, letting his hand rest softly on your head, feeling the material of the ribbons.

— Oh, this. Nishi sent me to tell you that I'm your gift from him, and he was the one who put this bow on me. — the truth is that the maknae had intercepted you in the middle of the hallway just for that. Heeseung let out a soft and frank laugh, his eyes reflecting genuine amusement.

— What a clever thing — he commented between laughs, still without taking his eyes off the bow. — I guess I'll have to tell Ikeu about it later. — he added, although he soon turned his attention completely to you.

— But I'm a good gift, don't you think? — you mocked as you tried to untie the bow on your head, making a gesture that accentuated your sly look. He laughed at it and, with a subtle movement, held your hand to prevent you from removing it.

— No, no, leave it there. It's... quite cute — he smiled, his eyes scanning your face with a look that made it clear how much he appreciated the gesture. — And yes, you are definitely the best gift I could ask for.

You smiled back, your words a whisper softly.

— I'm glad I get to spend your birthday with you. — you declared as you carefully placed the gifts on his bed. Heeseung's eyes filled with emotion at the sight, and a sincere warmth softened his expression as he watched you, as if he couldn't believe how lucky he was.

— Thanks, babe. Although, just having you here already makes everything more special. — he assured, sliding the gifts aside and wrapping you in his arms with a tenderness he only reserved for you. His fingers slowly traced the line of your back, and a mischievous spark lit up in his gaze. — Now, let's celebrate properly.

The smile that spread across your face was a mix of cheekiness and sweetness, and, before thinking about it too much, you let out one of those spontaneous ideas that always managed to get a laugh out of him.

— You know? My initial idea for your gift was to kiss you for a whole hour, with The Weeknd songs playing in the background — you confessed, and your words made him raise an eyebrow, amused and visibly interested. — But I thought it would be too little, so I ended up going shopping.

Heeseung let out a low laugh, that laugh that made his eyes disappear charmingly. He held you a little closer to him, leaning in until he was barely a whisper away from your ear.

— You're right, it's too little... — he murmured, his breath caressing your skin and sending an inevitable shiver down your spine. — You have me all to yourself tonight, so we could do it for two hours.

— Hee~! — you exclaimed, somewhere between nervous and amused, looking away as you tried to free yourself from his embrace. — I was just joking. No one can last that long kissing. It's too much.

Heeseung's smile turned cheeky and his fingers slid down your waist, pulling you back to him with that confidence that made you blush so much.

— Is that a dare? You know how much I love challenges from you," his eyes narrowed a little, and a mischievous smile formed on his lips. — And we could make it interesting. For every song, we can do something different. Kiss, caress... maybe whisper a couple of things you won't easily forget.

The suggestion made you laugh nervously as you tried to look away from his eyes, which seemed to have you mesmerized. You tried to divert your attention to his gifts, pointing at the things on the bed.

— Why don't you open your gifts? — you suggested, trying to regain some composure as your heart raced. — I want you to see everything I bought you.

He stared at you for a few more seconds, his smile still playing at the corner of his lips, before finally giving in and letting out a laugh.

— Okay, babe — he replied, with a wink as he turned back to the gifts. — But don’t think I’ve forgotten what we were talking about. There’s still time for that to happen-

— That’s not going to happen. — you interrupted abruptly, trying to sound firm, though the slight hesitation in your voice betrayed the nervousness you were trying to conceal.

Heeseung could barely contain a laugh, his eyes shining with amusement as he began to tear the paper off the first gift, never taking his eyes off you, as if studying every expression on your face.

— We won’t know that for a while, I have a feeling you’ll change your mind. — he replied in that confident, seductive tone that made your resistance falter, his smile as radiant as ever.

Finally, he peeled off the paper, revealing a box of Toy Story collectible figures. His eyes lit up immediately, a genuine spark of excitement springing into his gaze.

— Do you like it? — you asked, eager and excited at the same time, biting your lip as you looked at him. — I know how much you love Toy Story, so when I saw it, I thought of you. I couldn’t resist buying it for you. — Hee smiled widely, her eyes still fixed on the gift, though her attention quickly returned to you.

— I love it — he murmured, pulling you closer to give you a soft kiss, a gesture full of gratitude that tried to express everything he felt without the need for words. — You always know how to make me happy. — he added, his voice filled with complacency.

As he unwrapped the other gifts, he discovered one after another: accessories for his Nintendo Switch, video games he had mentioned at some point, silver rings and earrings, sweatshirts and t-shirts that carried his style.

— You make me happy, and I wanted to give you a little of that back. — you answered, your smile tender as you climbed onto the bed to put your arms around him, hugging him by the neck, wanting to convey with that gesture how much he meant to you.

Heeseung put his arms around you, holding you firmly against him as he continued to open his gifts, an unexpected, warm peace flooding over him. But there was something else, something possessive, a need to have you even closer. — You know, I think I already have everything I want… except for something.

— What is it? — you question, a note of curiosity and confusion in your gaze, your eyes searching his to find an answer.

He put the last gift aside, his fingers running down your back as his eyes became more intense, a deep and sincere longing peeking through them.

— You. I want you here, right now. No gifts, no distractions. Just you and me. — he murmured, his arms squeezing you a little tighter, his tone soft but demanding, as if with those words he was trying to anchor you to his side, making sure you felt the same.

But last night left its side effects...

— Hee, I don't want the same thing to happen to us as last night in my room. And also, with the other times. You know that, as long as the boys are still practically in the same space, we always run the risk of being interrupted. — you told him, looking at him with a mix of seriousness and frustration.

And it was true; boys seemed to have a radar for being inconvenient. That was what had, until now, kept them from taking the plunge and reaching the next level in their intimacy.

He sighed, his expression softening. He knew you were right, though he hated not being able to have you to himself, without the current fear of interruptions. He rested his forehead on yours, and his voice became softer.

— Okay. Not here, not now. But soon, baby. Very soon. — he decreed with conviction.

— Anyway... I have to admit that last night's interruption left me somewhat uneasy. — you confessed, a slight blush on your cheeks as you avoided his gaze.

Heeseung's smile turned sly at the memory. His body tensed slightly, and he brought his face closer to murmur into your neck, his voice low and seductive. — Oh, really? Because I remember you felt so good. I could have devoured you all night if I hadn't been interrupted.

— Heeseung! — you exclaimed, trying to cover up your embarrassment, in stark contrast to the attitude you had shown last night. He noticed your sudden nervousness and decided to play around a bit more.

— Tell me, what were you thinking about last night? — his hand began to slowly slide up your thigh, barely brushing against you, but his touch was enough to make you shudder. — My mouth on you? My hands caressing your body? How I was showering you with kisses?

— I was thinking more about how I didn't have an orgasm. — you replied, putting shyness aside and looking at him with a bold smile. He smiled even more, pleased to see you open and trusting with him.

— Well, that's just not acceptable, is it? — his touch became more determined, his hands sliding shamelessly under your shirt to caress bare skin. — I think I should make it up to you. Right now.

You smirked, a flash of anticipation crossing your eyes as you moved quickly to get rid of your pajama shorts and panties, letting them fall to the floor without thinking. Your breathing had already quickened, and the air between you both seemed charged with electricity as you climbed onto his lap, letting the exposed skin of your thighs brush against his pants, each brush stoking the tension in the air.

Heeseung paused for a moment, as if he wanted to memorize every detail of your vulnerability and trust. His eyes, dark and full of desire, roamed over your figure, stopping at every curve and line that was offered before him. His gaze wasn’t just one of admiration; it was that of a man surrendered to what he saw, a mix of burning desire and pride in knowing that you gave yourself to him in this way, without reservation.

With an almost reverent gentleness, his hands found your thighs. His fingers slid up, the touch firm and warm against your hypersensitive skin. When he reached your hips, he held them firmly, and a shiver ran down your spine as his palms closed around your buttocks, giving them a squeeze that made you gasp. His mouth curved into a cocky smile as he noticed your reaction.

— What do you want me to do to you? Should I use my mouth? Or would you prefer me to please you with my fingers? — he asks, staring at you patiently as you think of an answer.

Although last night was amazing, I think I prefer your fingers this time — you reply in a whisper, a smile revealing your own longing, sliding a little closer, wanting to feel more of him. — However… I don’t want to be the only one receiving attention this time. I also want you to feel good. — his eyes widen at your unexpected remark. He senses the determination burning in your eyes.

His gaze hardened for a moment, a perfect mix of firmness and expectation. Despite his usual confidence, your words had ignited something unexpected in him, something he couldn’t quite hide. He licked his lips slowly, as if buying time to process the idea, and then tilted his head slightly, assessing you with an intensity that made your breathing hitch.

— What exactly is going through your little head? — he asked in a low, gravelly tone, his voice laden with a challenge that made your cheeks burn. — Or, better yet… What would you be willing to do for me right now? — he added, his crooked smile appearing as his fingers continued to trace lazy circles on your skin.

Your face heated up, but you didn't look away from his gaze. There was something electrifying about that exchange of control, about how he seemed to wait for your answer so patiently, although the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his growing need.

— If you'll allow me… I think I could please you using my hand. Then we'd both be equal, don't you think? — you said in a low, but firm tone, letting your words fill the silence between you.

He raised an eyebrow, impressed by your suggestion. His smile widened, and although he didn't say anything at first, it was evident that he was already imagining what it would be like to let himself go. As he processed your proposal, his body reacted before he did. Beneath you, right between your legs, his erection strained against the fabric of his pants, the bulge soon becoming prominent, and you couldn’t help but notice how he shifted slightly, trying to accommodate himself.

Your lips curved into a small, satisfied smile, and Heeseung noticed. Still with one hand firmly gripping your hip, he lowered the other from your buttock, sliding it down the inner side of your thigh. In the process, his fingers brushed your exposed core, that light contact stealing a soft gasp from you.

— It seems you’re just as willing as I am. — he murmured, leaning forward, his breath warm against your ear as his hand lingered on his pants. Still looking at you, he began to slowly unzip his pants.

Your attention was fixed on the movement of his hand, but, just as the first sound of his fly being lowered filled the air, you stopped him. Your fingers slid over his, replacing them with a purposeful softness. He leaned back, giving you space as his eyes followed you with hungry interest.

With nimble but shaky fingers, you undid the button and began to undo his pants, pausing just long enough to see his reaction. Heeseung inhaled deeply, his lips parted as you leaned closer to him, letting your hips press against his erection, drawing a low sigh from him.

— Keep going baby. — he murmured, his voice sounding raspier than usual. — I want to see how far you can go without asking for my help. — he encouraged, though the undertone of teasing was clear in his voice.

Your hands moved with deliberate slowness, letting each second become charged with an almost unbearable tension. You noticed how his breathing grew heavier, his darkened eyes following your every move with an almost overwhelming devotion. The way he watched you, as if you were the only thought on his mind, sent a shiver traveling from your neck to the base of your spine. Your hips moved just barely, pressing a little harder against him, drawing a guttural sound from him that he could barely contain.

— Don’t play with me, precious… — he growled, his voice rough with a mix of urgency and lust.

But you had no intention of rushing. You wanted to savor him, to enjoy every reaction you elicited from him. With a slight lean forward, you let your warm breath brush his jaw before pressing a wet kiss there, letting your lips and tongue trace a slow path to the corner of his mouth.

— Who’s playing? I’m just doing it my way. — you whispered against his skin, and your words, laden with defiance, made him let out a ragged sigh.

You began to pull down his pants, carefully sliding the fabric off, though he didn’t leave the task entirely to you; without moving from his lap, he lifted his hips, pressing the erection under his boxers against your center on purpose, but also making it easier to remove his pants. Soon the garment slipped off his body, ending up on the floor along with your panties and pajama shorts.

The force with which Heeseung pulled you in was suddenly overwhelming. His hand, warm and firm, slid behind your neck, pulling you closer to him, as if he wanted to make sure you didn’t escape. When his lips caught yours, the kiss was as voracious as it was messy, a battle of wet tongues that intertwined with an intensity that made your legs instinctively clench around him. His taste was intoxicating, a mix of desire and absolute control that seeped into every movement of his tongue as he caressed yours mercilessly.

His other hand gripped your hip tightly, fingers digging lightly into your skin wanting to mark you. But he soon moved lower, his movements slow and deliberate, every inch traveled carrying a purpose behind it. When he reached the inside of your thigh, the heat of his touch drew a shaky gasp from you. Without breaking eye contact, he let his fingers slide to part your folds, wet and warm, exploring you with the precision of someone who already knew exactly how to make you shiver.

The first contact with your clit was electrifying, spreading through every fiber of your being, his initial pressure so light it was almost torturous. Your breathing quickened as he began to trace slow circles, his experience evident in every movement.

— Always so receptive to me, such a good girl. — he murmured against your lips, his voice deep and full of a dangerous satisfaction.

Your hips moved involuntarily against his hand, seeking more of that delicious friction, and he didn't make you beg. His fingers began to alternate pressure and rhythm, drawing moans from you that filled the air and which he soon seemed to devour with each kiss.

Meanwhile, your hand found his erection above his boxers. The warmth emanating from it and the pulsing hardness beneath your fingers made you squeeze gently, probing with slow, calculated movements. He growled low, the sound vibrating against your lips and going straight down to your core, intensifying the heat you already felt.

— You have no idea what you do to me with a simple touch… — he confessed with a ragged sigh before sliding his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and red marks.

His thumb didn't stop tending to your clit, increasing the pressure just as his two fingers found your entrance. He entered you with such overflowing confidence, his movements slow at first, making sure you felt every move as he filled you. Your walls greeted him with a warm squeeze, and he cursed under his breath, enjoying the response your body gave him.

The pace he set was as precise as it was intense. His fingers moved inside you in a pattern that alternated between deep and quick strokes, rubbing your walls, while his thumb continued to stimulate your clit in circular motions. Each time his fingers brushed that exact spot inside you, an uncontrollable moan escaped your lips, and your hips moved on instinct to find more of him.

As you panted against his ear, your hand gained confidence, slipping under the fabric of his boxers. Touching him directly, a husky gasp escaped his throat, his hips thrusting lightly against your hand as if he couldn’t hold back. His size and warmth filled your palm, and you began to caress him with slow, firm movements, exploring him as he moaned softly against your neck.

His lips trailed down your collarbone, leaving wet kisses that made your skin burn even more. But he didn’t stop there. With an expert move, he gently bit the base of your neck, his tongue soothing the small twinge of pain before sucking hard, leaving a visible mark.

— I want you to take that mark with you back to Korea tomorrow, it doesn’t matter if they don’t know I made it, they’ll still understand that you belong to someone, that you belong to me. — he panted against your skin, his tone low and possessive.

— Fuck! You drive me crazy. — you moaned softly, taking his face in your hands and crushing your lips against his once again.

His fingers inside you began to move faster, each deep thrust making you arch your back as the pleasure rose like an uncontrollable wave. The wet sound of his movements, combined with your moans and the whisper of his voice against your skin, filled the hotel room with an atmosphere charged with pure desire and stifling heat.

Your gasps intensified as your hand gained confidence beneath the fabric of his boxers. It was the first time you touched him like that, and far from being nervous, you only felt such relentless curiosity and searing excitement running through you like an electric current. As you wrapped your fingers around him completely, the heat and hardness of his erection pulsed against your palm, and a shudder ran through you as you felt the magnitude of his reactions to your actions.

You paused for a moment, admiring your fingers around him in delight as you cautiously explored him, until his voice, low and charged with excitement, broke the silence:

— Are you okay? — his lips brushed your cheek as his fingers, still inside you, moved with precision, exploring every corner with a skill that drew uncontrollable moans from your throat. While his other hand gripped your right ass cheek, holding you in place.

You nodded, looking directly at him, unable to hide the slight blush on your cheeks but smiling with satisfaction. However, once again, your gaze inevitably descended to the part of his body you held in your hand. The contrast between the firmness of his cock and the softness of his skin was hypnotic, a combination that made you lightly tighten your fingers around it. When a low growl escaped his throat, something in you snapped. You slid your hand down more decisively, hugging his length before slowly moving up, setting a deliberate pace.

— Like that… keep going like that, you're doing amazing. — he closed his eyes for an instant, his head leaning back as a gasp escaped his lips. His hips, instinctively moving into your touch, mirrored the intensity of his need.

Meanwhile, his fingers inside you didn’t stop moving, caressing you with a rhythm so precise it made every muscle in your body tense. The sensation of his touch, coupled with the growing heat between your legs, pushed you dangerously close to the edge.

— Do you want me to add another finger? — he murmured against your ear, his tone low and heavy with intent. The question was a mix of challenge and promise, his hot breath brushing against your skin.

— Yes… another please. — Your voice came out as a breathy moan, need pulsing in every word.

Without hesitation, he complied. A third finger joined the movement, entering carefully but firmly, stretching you even further as your walls clenched around him. A heart-wrenching moan escaped your lips, your hips seeking more of him, as the pleasure built with overwhelming intensity.

Your hand, growing more confident, increased the pace. You moved up and down his length with precise movements, your thumb sliding over his head in soft circles that made him grunt deeply. Heeseung’s reaction, his body trembling under your touch, encouraged you to experiment more, to discover just how far you could make him lose control.

— Fuck~ — he panted, his voice deep and cracked with pleasure. His dark gaze locked on you, watching as your hand moved with a mix of hunger and wonder. — You're killing me.

The sound of your moans, the wet noise of his fingers moving inside you, and the firm contact of your hand sliding over him created an aura charged with eroticism. The entire room seemed to vibrate with the tension between you two, each second bringing you closer to climax.

Heeseung tilted his head, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue intertwined with yours, perfectly synchronizing with the frantic rhythm of his fingers inside you and the constant movement of your hand on his cock.

He pulled away just enough to murmur against your lips:

— We're going to come together. I want to feel you cum with me, precious.

Your only response was a stifled moan, your hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts as your hand increased the speed and pressure on his cock. The connection between the two of you was overwhelming, and every touch, every gasp, every movement pushed you past any limits.

You were both completely given over to the sensations the other was causing you. The moans escaping your lips and the low grunts he let out filled the air, intensifying the heat between you. With one hand, you desperately clung to his shoulder, while the other continued to work fervently on his cock, drawing deep gasps from you that sent waves of pleasure straight to your core.

Heeseung watched you as if he wanted to devour you with his gaze, his dark, burning eyes filled with a mix of adoration and lust. His hand, which until then had been firmly squeezing your buttock, slowly moved up to wrap around your neck, holding it with just the right amount of pressure that made you shudder. He pulled you in, bringing you to his lips for a kiss that was pure desperation; his teeth gently biting your bottom lip before his tongue claimed yours in a back-and-forth motion that left you breathless.

His fingers inside you didn't stop, masterfully brushing that exact spot that sent sparks throughout your body and made you see stars. Your back arched instinctively, seeking more, needing more, as your hips responded to the rhythm of his thrusts. The pleasure grew with every movement, with every touch, bringing you dangerously close to the edge.

But then, suddenly, Heeseung stopped. The abrupt movement left your body shaking, and you looked up, stunned and frustrated, meeting his determined expression. Though your moans of protest were caught in your throat, he didn’t break eye contact as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, leaving you empty and eager.

— Trust me, baby, I won’t leave you unattended again. —he whispered against your lips, his tone husky and full of promise.

Without taking his eyes off yours, he brought his fingers glistening with your essence to his mouth, his tongue circling them with deliberate slowness as he licked the proof of your arousal. The sound that escaped him, low and guttural, sent a wave of heat straight to your groin.

— I confirm again that you taste so exquisite — he declared, his voice heavy with admiration and desire. Your labored breathing barely gave him time to speak again. — Get off my lap. There’s something I want to try.

Though your body was screaming for him to continue, the intensity of his gaze and the authoritative tone of his voice made you obey. You slid off his legs with clumsy movements, the trembling of your muscles making it clear how much he had affected you. From where you stood, you could feel his eyes devouring you, scanning you with maddening slowness as he seemed to plan each step with precision.

He took his time, never taking his eyes off you as his hands moved with the same deliberate calm that was capable of turning your nerves into a whirlwind. His fingers hooked the elastic of his boxers and he slid them down his hips until they fell to the floor, joining the rest of the scattered clothes. Then he pulled up his hoodie, exposing his forearms, and the simple gesture sent a new wave of desire through your body, as if anticipation was a weapon he knew how to use perfectly.

He sat on the edge of the bed, placing both feet firmly on the floor, and raised a hand to beckon you over. You obeyed without hesitation, your legs wobbling slightly as you stood before him, completely exposed to his scrutiny. His eyes roamed over your body as if he wanted to memorize every inch of skin, every curve, and every shudder he elicited from you.

With almost torturous patience, his hands found your hips and guided you back onto his lap, though this time not in the expected way. Instead of straddling you, he settled you in profile, your thighs touching the warmth of his.

His lips found yours with a renewed intensity, as if he wanted to reclaim every second lost. The kiss was deep, desperate, your tongues dancing in a frenetic rhythm that mirrored the state of your bodies. One of his hands held firm on your hip, holding you against him, while the other slid between you to take his cock and position it precisely between your thighs.

— Close your legs for me, baby. — he instructed, his warm breath hitting your cheek.

You did so without question, enveloping his hardness in the warmth of your thighs. The moan he let out was low and guttural, a sound that resonated deep within you. Before you could process what he was doing, his hands on your hips guided you into an upward motion, then a downward one, setting a steady rhythm.

The rub of his cock against your wet, throbbing center was delicious torture, each friction drawing uncontrollable gasps from you. With each movement, the direct contact with your sensitivity sent waves of pleasure that seemed to build up inside you, a fire that grew rapidly and made your insides burn.

Heeseung didn't take his gaze off you, his dark eyes fixed on each reaction he drew from your body.

— Look at you — he murmured through his teeth, his voice full of adoration and desire. — So fucking beautiful when you're like this, completely given over to me.

His words, combined with the constant rubbing of his cock against your center, left you on the verge of frenzy. Your arms clung around his neck tightly, as if it were the only thing keeping you anchored.

The movements intensified until they became an uncontrolled frenzy, with both bodies synchronized in a desperate back and forth, as if the need to release that tension that consumed them was the only thing that mattered. The scorching wet brush of his cock against your core as it rose and fell, coupled with the firm grip of his hands on your body, drew ragged gasps from you that filled the room, mingling with Heeseung’s deep moans.

The rhythmic sound of wet skins colliding resonated like a primal symphony, each note underscored by the ragged sighs and trembling of your bodies. Heeseung, still moving, slid a hand between your thighs until he found your clit, where his fingers began to rub in quick, precise circles, drawing a gasp from you. The intensity stole your breath.

Your own hands weren’t far behind; your fingers ventured out, taking the tip of his cock, thick and firm, jutting out between your thighs wet with your own essence. The prominence of his size not only surprised you, but caused the constant rubbing against your skin to ignite every nerve ending in your body. With shaky but determined movements, you began to rub and caress him, squeezing his hardness in your hand, reveling in the sensation under your touch.

The heat in his dark gaze intensified as he saw you so lost in the moment, completely given over to pleasure. His hips began to move instinctively, seeking more of your touch.

— Fuck, baby… I can’t take it anymore. — he murmured, his voice a trembling whisper that vibrated against your skin.

His fingers on your clit increased the pressure and speed, sending electric shocks throughout your body. A violent shudder ran down your spine, and you felt the wetness between you both intensify even more. He, on the verge of losing himself, brought his other hand to your hip, his fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as his deep moans became more frequent.

Your body trembled uncontrollably, each rub and touch bringing you closer to the abyss.

— Hee… I’m… so close. — you managed to utter between gasps, clinging to his shoulder with your other hand as your movements became more frantic, more uninhibited.

— Me too. — he replied, his tone low and charged with urgency, as if he were fighting to stay sane.

The movements became erratic, his hips propelling you towards climax with relentless force. The shudders that ran through both of your bodies were the prelude to something inevitable, a crescendo that seemed to consume everything. Your vision blurred with the intensity of the moment, your hands desperately clinging to any part of him you could reach as your body completely surrendered to the sensations.

The movements became erratic, his hips driving you towards climax with relentless force. The shudders that ran through both of your bodies were the prelude to something inevitable, a crescendo that seemed to consume everything. Your vision blurred with the intensity of the moment, your hands desperately clinging to any part of him you could reach as your body surrendered completely to the sensations.

Finally, the tension built up in both of you exploded in unison, a muffled cry escaping your lips at the same time as a deep moan echoed from your throat. The heat and wetness increased between you, a physical reminder of the overwhelming connection you had just shared.

You both gasped, the sounds of your ragged breaths filling the space as the intensity of the moment settled between you. The heat in your bodies was still palpable, the drops of his release sliding down your thighs, mixing with your own fluids, leaving you both wet and glistening under the dim light of the room.

Your body slowly relaxed against him, every muscle giving in to the pleasurable exhaustion that followed the whirlwind of sensations you had just shared. You felt his arms tighten around your waist, clinging to you with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness, as if he didn't want you to move away even an inch.

You looked up at him, your eyes still clouded by the afterglow of what had just happened. His gaze was intense, dark, but soft at the same time, a reflection of the devotion he felt for you. Your lips curved into a small but genuine smile, as you raised a trembling hand to caress his jaw, brushing the edge of his smile with your fingers.

— That felt amazing, baby. — you whispered, your voice so sweet that he closed his eyes for a moment, as if your words were a gift he needed to treasure.

When he opened them again, the spark of desire was still present, but it was wrapped in something deeper. His lips found yours in a slow kiss, as if he wanted to savor every second. His hands moved up your back, tracing soft lines that made a shiver run through you, while you lost yourself completely in him.

— I love you. — you murmured when the kiss ended, your words barely a whisper against his lips.

— I love you too, baby. — he replied, his tone low and loaded with a sincerity that made your chest fill with heat.

Carefully, his eyes lowered to the stain that had formed on your shirt, and a mischievous smile curved his lips.

— It seems I ruined your pajamas. — he joked, although his tone maintained the softness of someone who had just opened his heart.

Before you could respond, his fingers slid the garment slowly and deliberately, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt exposed, but his gaze was full of adoration, as if every part of you was a treasure he would never tire of discovering.

— It’s not fair. — you murmured between laughs, pointing at his hoodie. He arched an eyebrow and, without hesitation, took it off, revealing the firmness of his chest still covered in a slight sheen of sweat.

Without warning, his arms wrapped around you again, lifting you into the air as if you weighed nothing. A surprised cry escaped your lips, followed by a laugh that lit up your entire face.

— Heeseung! — you claimed, although your arms wrapped around his neck.

— Let me take care of you and then close the evening properly, with us sleeping together, with me on your chest. — he murmured against your ear, his tone full of tenderness, but also that playful spark that made you smile.

As he carried you into the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps echoed softly against the floor, each movement conveying a palpable care. As he crossed the threshold, he gently lowered you down, letting your feet touch the cold tile before turning you towards him. His hands, warm and firm, rested on your hips as his gaze swept over your face with an intensity that seemed to melt everything in its path.

— Thank you for making this birthday unforgettable. — he said suddenly, his voice deep but full of affection.

You touched his face with both hands, forcing him to look directly at you.

— You don’t have to thank me, I would do anything for my beloved boy.

A genuine sparkle appeared in his eyes before he leaned down and kissed your forehead, a gesture so simple but full of meaning. Then, without saying anything else, he began to turn on the shower faucet, letting the water fall as he gently guided you into it, ready to make sure every moment of that night was filled with intimacy and complicity.

— I do not allow copies or translations! This content was originally created in Spanish and published on Wattpad.