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𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘗𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶

𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘬

I'm in love

Oh my God, I think I'm starting to get obsessed with TXT and The Rose ='( Yeonjun and Kai are so beautiful and perfect and wonderful… and Woo-sung and Dojoon from The Rose are so cute and beautiful...

I'm thinking of maybe starting to write something about them too

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ﾟ。 𝟛𝔻 ﾟ 𝕒 𝕝𝕖𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝 . .

𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: birthday boy!heeseung x best friend!reader

𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: smut, idiots in love

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: after so long of waiting, Heeseung finally gets the birthday gift he has been wishing for — you, and the three words he’s been dying to hear from you.

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5.7k 😇

𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: big d*ck!heeseung, h*rny heeseung, mast*rbation, or*l s*x, finger*ng, teasing, edging, choking, rough s*x, bathroom s*x, unprotected s*x, creampie, a lot of kissing, pet names, slight c*m play, a lot of describing I’m sorry idk how to shut up, lmk if there’s more

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: firstly I’m sorry bc I said I wouldn’t write an article but I ended up doing just that, and secondly I know hee’s bd has already passed but please for this once pretend as if it didn’t for me 🥲🙏🏼 it’s been so long since I’ve last written something with this length so I feel like I’m a bit crusty, but I hope you’ll like it regardless 🥹🥹 please lmk what you think after reading, enjoy 🩷🩷

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Heeseung has a birthday wish for this year, a kind of unique one. 

You see, there’s not actually some “thing” he wants, but there’s a some “one” instead — someone very special, you, his best friend. 

Cliche you may think and trust me he knows, but god can he stop himself from loving you, from imagining gut wrenchingly cute scenarios with you every time you two come eye to eye. 

And though there’s plenty of cuteness, that’s not all there is because sometimes — by sometimes a mean concerningly often, he just cannot control his mind from going further, deeper into the delululand, where things escalate to r-rated scenarios that are so good that he fucking drools wishing they become true. 

He hates it, I promise he does, but gosh he loves it even more — he loves how the mere thought of pleasuring you is enough to get him jacking off the whole night, just like right now, on the night of 14th October.

There’s less than three hours left for his birthday and he’s there, naked on his bed with his phone in his hand, restlessly jerking the shit out of his rock hard dick to your insta feed, thanking the gods for blessing the earth with your existence.

Because you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, he’s in love, from your head to your toe, truly, madly and deeply. 

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispers in a weak whimper, rubbing his hardened shaft thoroughly, pressing his angry head for more stimulus,  “I love you so fucking much y/n, why can’t you notice me?”  

Really though, why can’t you?

Isn’t it obvious from the way he looks at you, from the way his breath hitches every time you look at him, or from the way he stutters each word that he speaks at your near presence? 

He’s quite literally fighting for dear life only to function properly around you, which is too embarrassing to admit but even more embarrassing to deny at this point, he’s helpless. 

He wants you. 

He needs you. 

He craves you. 

“Notice me, please.” he begs against his screen before giving your picture a bitter kiss, that’s his only wish for his birthday — a chance, a chance to show his undying love for you. He doesn’t even ask for you to accept it or accept him, all he wants is to have the freedom of not filtering his feelings for you for a single night, if that’s all that he can get.

And god he could give everything for that night to be tonight, his birthday night, which is only a few hours away.

A few hours — that’s more than enough time to prepare the world’s bestest birthday gift ever, at least in your case it is, because you’re almost completely done. 

Your hair is done, your makeup is done, your fit is done . . all you’re missing is a perfume, and for that you reach for your half used Dior bottle, to spray yourself with Heeseung’s favorite scent ever. 

And voila, you’re all set, looking like one of Victoria’s Secret angels, glowing like a fairy inside your black, completely see through lingerie that you have bought specifically for tonight. 

Yes, you’re the birthday gift that you’ve prepared for your best friend, Heeseung, who you have been dying to fuck since forever. And thanks to Jake, your mutual friend, you finally know that you can.

You see, it was painful — so unbelievably painful for Jake to watch the two of you constantly make complete fools of yourselves each time you had to stand on the same ground while trying to deny the obvious sexual tension between you, instead of simply accepting it for the sake of everyone’s mental health, especially Jake’s.  

So he, being the bigger person than you and Heeseung combined, decided to do you both a favor by telling you, the lesser coward one in his eyes, about how hard of a crush his best buddy has for you, in hopes of putting an end to this misery once and for all. 

Don’t get him wrong, Jake is fully aware that he has no business butting in but, knowing how big of a loser Heeseung tends to be when it comes to things like romance, he just couldn’t sit and do nothing anymore. 

He had to do something, so he did, to give his friend of ten years the actual best birthday gift ever. 

And long story short, his plan worked, which is why Heeseung is minutes away from being the literal happiest man on earth, though he’s completely clueless about it as he moans and chants your name in broken whines, making a complete mess on his mattress as he cums all over it, pearly strands of his load spilling everywhere including his thighs, sheets and even his bedroom floor. 

Geez, if you can make him orgasm this hard with only the thought of you, he can’t imagine just how great you would feel to actually have on his cock, he’s weak. 

While violently panting, he falls back on his bed flat, “Fuck, this felt so good,” he thinks to himself out loud, not knowing that he’s about to experience the real deal in 3D. 

And then, just when he decides to go get a quick shower to clean up, his doorbell rings, which freezes him on the spot on his way to his bathroom. He checks the clock, it’s eleven pm, who the fuck decided to visit him this late on a fucking saturday night? 

Maybe Jake? He thinks to himself as he grabs his shower towel from the shelf and wraps it around his waist quickly, thinking that he’s right with his guess as he takes quick steps to get to his front door before the bell rings again. 

He really really hates how loud that thing is, gosh. 

“The fuck do you want Ja-” he stops mid-sentence after opening the door, because once the light bulbs on and reveals the true identity of his late night visitor in all it’s gorgeousness, it also proves how wrong Heeseung was with his guess.

It was not Jake with the corrupted conception of time, it was you — the reason why he’s wet with sweat and short of breath. 

 “Y/n?” he murmurs your name, brows coming together and forming a handsome knot on his forehead as he stares at your half frozen figure standing in front of him, wearing nothing but a trenchcoat and a pair of high heels. 

And this is probably the stupidest thing to think while you’re literally shaking from the cold, but fuck, you love it when Heeseung frowns. 

You actually love everything he does, including how he’s currently displaying his half naked body to you right now. 

Speaking of which, you wonder why he’s there with only a shower towel around his waist, and why on earth is he gasping for air? Did he just take a shower and run to get the door? But his hair looks dry, you shake your head, or maybe he was about to get one?

Oh, he better be.

Perfect timing, you think to yourself, as you step inside before you freeze to death, now he’s got a company to help him wash up — not necessarily to speed up the process, but you know, to make the whole experience more fun. 

“Not very happy to see me, hm Hee?” you ask playfully as you push the door behind you, before walking up dangerously close to him. And he has to say that your makeup, it looks super cute, especially your lashes, he loves them a lot. 

Please don’t think he’s a weirdo for thinking this way but gosh, he really hopes that whatever mascara it is that you put on, it’s not a waterproof one. Because I mean, you know, in case you let him do things that will lead to him ruining the whole look in the making. 

Yes, he wants to watch your mascara running down your pretty cheeks as you choke in tears on his cock okay? Since for some reason, he has a weird feeling that it’s exactly what you’re here for — just like he also has a weird feeling that you’re wearing nothing but your underwear underneath your beige trench coat.

“On the contrary,” he responds, shooting you a flirty smirk, “I couldn’t be happier to see you Y/n,” he says, stepping closer to decrease the barely existing gap in between your bodies, “I was just thinking about you.”  

So fucking shameless, you think, classic Heeseung. 

“You were?” 

“Mhm.”

“What were you thinking about?”

He bites his lips to contain the widening of his smile at your question, he knows that the towel around his waist and the sweat dripping down from his neck is enough to explain everything to you, yet you’re here, still asking as if he has any patience whatsoever left to watch you play dumb anymore.

He has had it with you honestly, he really has. 

“Stuff.” he shortly replies, shrugging his shoulders, watching as your pupils widen under his dim lights with pure excitement. Oh you so know what he means by that, he can see it in your eyes, and he really just wants you to quit playing around and take off that coat already. 

It’s obvious that you’re wearing nothing but your underwear underneath it anyways, a very fancy one at that he may say, a sexy lingerie being his best guess judging by the outline of the straps that he can trace through the thin layer of fabric now that you’re close enough.

He knows he’s right, and he knows that you wore it for him, as a birthday gift he supposes, which is truly a dream come true. Hence why he’s so impatient, but to his luck, you seem to be quite dedicated to being your most stubborn today. 

“What kind of stuff?” 

Oh come on Y/n, he thinks, sighing exasperatedly as he moves even closer and tilts his head to avoid bumping his nose on yours, “Stuff that you came here for.” he then says, whispering his words right against your lips.

Fucking bold of him, you’re surprised — pleasantly surprised.  

“What do you think I came here for?”

“Why don’t you remove that coat and show it to me yourself?”

And your heart fucking stops. 

The way he talks to you, the way he looks at you, the way he stands so close to you that you feel the heat of his skin makes your heart rush inside your chest, and although you really want to hide how flabbergasted you are, you just can’t. 

Because Heeseung seems to be aware of everything now, finally, and the least he can say is that having this much power on you feels surreal. 

You’re the girl of his dreams, his ‘impossible crush’ in his own words yet here you are, holding your breath as he removes the said coat from off your shoulders and drops it next to your feet on the floor instead, leaving you in nothing but your almost fully see through, quite exclusive black lingerie.

Guess I was right, he thinks to himself as he eyes you up, and god damn, you look out of this world. 

At the groundbreakingly beautiful sight before him, Heeseung ends up only being able to stare, his jaw hitting the floor. Trust me, he also really wants to close his mouth, and use his words to express his thoughts but first, just give him a minute to control his drooling please. 

Because he literally just wants to eat you — devour you, in better words, he can’t help it.

“Y/n, you’re so . . fuck . .” is what he manages to voice out before he forgets how to speak, because honestly, there’s no vocabulary out there which can do justice to the way you look, no matter how hard he searches for it. 

You’re just fascinating, enough to make him roll his eyes, enough to make his dick twitch. 

“I’m so what? Pretty?” 

“Prettiest,” he corrects you as he cups your cheeks, oh you’re bold too, which only doubles his urge to fuck you, “all for me, right?” 

As you give him a soft nod, he breathes out a tender ‘good girl’ before finally connecting his lips with yours — safe to say he unleashes a million butterflies inside your stomach by doing just that, and this is only the beginning of just how good he plans to make you feel tonight. 

With an arm around your waist, and a hand supporting your ass, he then lifts you up as the kiss deepens and becomes sloppier, messier, so much so that in no time, you begin to gasp in each other’s mouth.

Yet neither of you pull back, not you, especially.

Because as much as you need air, you need him even more. You’re burning in flames for him, in lust and desire, it’s like he’s all that there is for you, and beyond him, you can’t perceive anything else. Just like how you don’t even realize being carried to his bathroom, until your back hits against the cold walls of his shower. 

Yet even the freezing chill you feel on your bare skin fails to separate you from his sweet lips, and in that very moment, you realize just how starved you were up until now. 

His touch, you have been starving for it, and now that you’re finally feeling it, you just crave more. 

You crave more of Heeseung, with your whole body, with every single cell that you own.

And unsurprisingly, Heeseung experiences the very same. 

He wants to be gentle, he wants to be so very delicate with you, except he can’t really shush down the voices inside his head that tells him to just throw you around, and fuck you till your eyes go white at every single available surface possible. 

God, he has been holding back for so long, he’s at the brink of exploding. 

Which is why he clumsily slams you back flat against the wall with no real intentions of being so rough, murmuring out a small apology into the kiss as he, after struggling for a couple minutes, finally manages to get rid of the towel that has been weighing around his waist since the beginning of the night.  

Once the pillowy material plops onto the floor, his dick springs free from underneath it, causing his swollen head to hit against the back of your thighs due to how fast it bounces up. It tickles a little, but only then you come to the realization of how unbelievably hard he actually is. 

Along with how big he must be to reach where it does right now. 

Like, we’re talking about approximately 7 inches here, if not more, according to your calculations.

That’s fucking huge, you think to yourself, as he positions his thickness right under your slit, and then begins to grind against your middle over the very thin fabric of your clothes.

And hah, you must be a math genius now because he indeed feels humongous — 7 inches humongous at the very least, you may say, you’re fucked.  

Because how on earth is that gonna fit in? 

With a moderately loud splash, the water begins to pour down through Heeseung’s shower head, and successfully manages to distract you from your worries for a short while with its warmth.  

Then he lets you down on the floor carefully, after stealing one last peck from your lips. And it makes you shiver with excitement, the way he looks at you straight in the eyes as he rests his forehead on yours I mean — suddenly you’re less anxious and much more eager, if that’s even possible. 

“Gosh Y/n, you drive me crazy,” he mumbles, with a voice so low that it makes your pussy clench around thin air as he brings a hand to cup one of your tits over your drenching underwear, “you’re so fucking beautiful, I feel like I’m dreaming.” 

And he’s so sweet, you feel like crying.

It’s actually ironic how he calls you beautiful whilst being the one with the cutest flushed cheeks, big doe eyes, pink plump lips and an adorable button nose. And the more you look at his face, the more you become aware of just how perfect it would feel as a seat — I mean, imagine the friction that nose can grant you, gosh, the thought of it alone has you pressing your thighs together. 

You want him so bad. 

Fuck it, you need him so bad, even if that means you’re gonna get your vocal cords torn, or your pussy ripped — you simply don’t care. 

You have to have him — down your throat, in your cunt, wherever available, it does not really signify, you just have to do something. 

“But you’re not dreaming,” so you say, placing your hands on each of his broad shoulders as you pepper him with kisses starting from his neck, going up to his jaw, sucking purple little spots on his honey skin, “I’m here and I’m very real, do you want me to prove it?” 

You see, he would answer that question with a very heartful yes, if only he could actually speak instead of choking on his own moans right now — props to you for beginning to rub his highly sensitive, stiffened cock without a warning. 

“Shitshitshit, baby—” he hisses as you press on his cum leaking head, and you feel lucky for being able to witness such a blissful moment as you proceed to lick his leak off your fingers, giving him a visual feast by doing so.

Oh he wants to fuck you so bad, god, you have no idea what you’re doing to him. 

You make him feral, you make him feel like he’s losing his mind with the way you manage to still look so innocent, so angel-like as you kneel down before him, hands firmly wrapped around his thick base, stroking him as you teasingly kiss his angry tip.

Your makeup is ruined, your mascara is staining your cheeks black but you’re breathtaking, so bold holding the eye contact, he can’t help but to twitch inside your petite palms.

You’re so hot, and he’s so weak, enough to cum just by looking at you.

And when you lean in, to lick him from base to top, he almost actually does, which is why he stops you almost immediately before you get the chance to give him a proper suck, and lifts you up back on your feet by using the hand he has entangled in your hair. 

He can’t cum just yet, not before he fucks that pretty pussy of yours. 

And the second you stand up, you find yourself pushed back against the wall, this time with his hand around your throat as he quite literally shoves his tongue down your mouth. 

The way he kisses you feels suffocating, especially combined with the pressure he applies onto your neck, you can’t even breathe properly let alone kiss him back.

You’re struggling real hard, and he’s very well aware of that — in fact he thinks it’s adorable how you scratch his forearms in desperation, while trying to contain your balance on the slippery floor.

Honestly, despite making him slightly worried about your well being by the end of the night, the fact that you’re such a mess already turns him on even more, to the point where he wants to rip that sexy lingerie off your body using his bare hands.

Except, he actually does.

One minute you’re standing there, on your tiptoes trying to reach his height inside your drenched bra as Heeseung massages your boobs over it and the next, you no longer wear one as he pulls it off your chest, then throws it onto the ground, not bothering to deal with the clasp. 

Shit, that was so hot, you think to yourself, but also so unnecessary.

Because that was an expensive fucking piece, which costed you more money than you currently have on your bank account.

Yeah, fine, maybe you’re a little too broke nowadays, alright. 

But still, you can’t believe it’s all ruined now — you can’t believe it’s nothing but a useless piece of lace anymore, fuck, you had so many plans with it, and so many things that you wanted to try. 

RIP . . .  I guess. 

“Shhh, I’m just unwrapping my gift babe,” Heeseung says just then, as if he can hear your thoughts, I mean he doesn’t really have to, when all that’s in your mind could be read through the expression on your face. 

You’re sad, understandably, but there’s no need for you to be. 

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll buy you new ones,” he whispers as he caresses your lips — the ones that he made bleed due to how much he bit and sucked on only mere minutes ago. 

“We can pick them together, as many of ‘em as you want, yeah?” 

Well shit, you can’t say no to that. 

That’s a very generous, very kind offer, you’d be a fool to decline. Because him paying for your lingeries is one thing, but him also helping you pick them? Fuck, just imagine how things can escalate starting from there. 

I’m talking about you and Heeseung, locked inside one of those tiny cabinets that people use to try some clothes on, him covering your mouth with his hands to shush down your moans as he fucks you from behind — bending you against the mirror for an even better view as you wear one of the pairs he has picked for you . .

Well, you are an exhibitionist, and you love the odds that this hypothetical situation has for public sex. 

So of course, your answer is an easy yes. 

And he can see it clearly, from the sheepish smile that grows bigger and bigger on your pretty face. 

“What? Like how that sounds?” he then asks, sliding a hand from your face down to your heat, sneakily tugging his fingers inside of your drenched thong. 

“Mhm, very,” you reply, hugging his neck to pull him close, letting him hook his other hand under one of your legs to gain himself more space as he lifts it up. 

“Good . .” he sighs, fanning his hot breath against your chin as he rubs his knuckles over your erected clit, and your reaction — the way you let out the most beautiful whine he’s ever heard, gosh, he wishes he could record that. 

“Ah shit, Heeseung—”

“Yes, angel?” 

“Fuck me,” you beg, pecking his lower lip as you grind against the back of his hand, in desperate need for any type of friction that you can get — god, you can’t stand this anymore, you want him,

“Fuck me now, please.” 

And he doesn’t need to be told twice.

“Anything you want, princess.” so he says and with a single move, drags your panties down from your ankles, before he tosses it next to your no-longer-in-function bralette on the floor. 

And just by doing so, his view gets ten times better. 

Because it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that your pussy is quite literally the prettiest one he’s ever seen, including the ones from his favorite porn collection — geez, he licks his lips, he’s fucking drooling. 

You look delicious, you look mouthwateringly appetizing, so much so that it becomes not a want, but a need for him to get on his knees and have a quick taste just to quench his thirst. 

But don’t get me wrong, him being quick doesn’t mean he’s inefficient by any means, the volume of your moans alone is a big proof of that. Because hell he’s so good with his tongue that it’s unbelievable, you’re lost for words, screaming his name with an empty brain. 

And the more he stays there, head buried into your slit, the more it starts to feel as if his tongue was specifically made to perfectly glide in between your folds. 

Everytime that wet muscle of his brushes past your hole, you become a little more insane. It's dangerous how your self respect and dignity hangs by a thin thread, ready to completely dump your body any minute now. 

Which happens faster than you can blink once he lands an intentional sharp smack on your clit, stimulating every single nerve you own in perfect harmony. 

“Fffuck, Heeseung!” you shriek, spasming against his mouth, “that felt so good,” you shamelessly confess, craving some more, “do it again, hit me, please.” 

Oh my gosh you’re embarrassing. 

However, you don’t really care. 

You don’t really care about anything besides Heeseung, who seems to be highly amused by your sudden request. 

“Do what? This?” he retorts before he slaps the same spot as previously, loving how your whole body jerks at such a simple yet impactful move. That’s fucking adorable, he thinks, as he rises back on his feet to give you a small peck on the lips. 

You’re the cutest, he’s a simp. 

And you probably both look dumb on the outside, giggling under the pouring water like two stupid lovers, unable to keep your curious hands to yourself but that’s the beauty in the moment, according to you at least, because of how everything feels so sincere, so natural, as if you’ve been dating for years. 

“Pussy slapping? Really? That’s what you’re into?” he teases as he hugs your waist, “Never thought you would be the kinky type.” 

“Shut up,” you say, nudging his nose with your own, feeling shy under his gaze all of a sudden, almost too much to even defend yourself, “it’s not my fault that it feels good, okay?”

God, he wants to bite those red cheeks of yours now, you need to stop being so endearing. 

“Yeah? Feels that good, hm?” 

“Mhm, so good.”

“How about this, then?” he asks as he grabs your right leg by the thigh, lifts it and splits it up to the side, then wraps it just above his hips as he fixes himself in your middle, thus having a perfect reach to your pussy, “Does this feel as good?” 

With that, he begins whacking his stiffened, veiny shaft against your hole, while pressing the swollen, red tip of it against your clit. And yes, it does feel as good — hell, it feels even better but, you no longer have any patience nor strength to bare any more teasing, you fucking need him inside you.  

“It’d feel even better inside of me,” so you say, begging him with your eyes, using his greatest weakness against him with zero guilt, “please Hee, put it inside me, please.” 

Sexy — so fucking sexy, he thinks as he watches you pour your heart out for his cock, and trust me, if it was any other time, he’d let you have it easily.

But because it is his birthday, he needs you to put in more work, he wants you to show him how far you can go beyond the lines of sweet talk if you want him that desperately. 

He wants you to lead him on. 

And thus, “Put it in yourself.” he replies as he reaches for your hand, then brings it over his cock, urging you to take action and make the first move.

So you do, shaking with both thrill and anxiety as you point his tip at your hole, hissing at the stretch you feel once you allow the first few inches to slip in.

And god, you feel so full already, he’s so big.

Taking in a deep breath, you decide to close your eyes and ignore the sting around your walls as you let more of him in, trying your best to not let his size intimidate you.

You just need to calm down and let your body adjust to the feeling, that’s all.

But fuck, you’re so nervous, and Heeseung is not blind.

He can sense how stressed you are from the instability of your breathing, and it shatters his heart to see you struggle so much, therefore he decides to help you out.

So he drags his empty hand to your clit, then begins to rub it slowly using two of his fingers, drawing slow yet precise circles on where you’re the most sensitive.

“Shhh, relax,” he whispers, resting his lips on yours, “take your time, no need to rush, okay?” 

You nod, hugging his neck, wanting him closer — needing him closer. In his words, you find the comfort which you seek, and the softness of his tone makes you melt in his arms. The only missing piece is his kisses, and you know that once you have them, you’ll be good to go, wiped clean out of all your worries. 

So “Kiss me,” you say, asking for them sweetly, knowing there’s no way he can say no to you, not when you’re sending chills down his spine with the way you wrap around him. 

I mean, he’s not even halfway in but still, he feels so good — too good buried within your wetness, head dizzy from your warmth and knees wobbly from your tightness. 

And it only gets better once he feels your tongue swipe along his lower lip, asking for permission to slide inside, which he then grants with a guttural hum of pleasure.

In the sigh of relief you both share as your tongues meet, lays many emotions — desire, frustration, fear, desperation and love, the most powerful one.

The kind of love that turns your pain into pleasure once he finally pushes his whole shaft through your folds, poking your cervix with his throbbing tip, begging for you to milk him dry. 

“God, Heeseung—” you moan at the delicious stretch as he begins to pump himself in and out with the gentlest thrusts, leaving you wanting more and more after each time he empties your cunt to fill it again.

“I know baby, fuck, I know—” he groans breathlessly in between kisses, and shit he can’t do this, he can’t hold himself back anymore. 

Thus, he removes his hand from your clit, and hooks it under your other leg, lifting you up from the floor seconds after doing so. 

And with only that, he manages to triple the amount of pleasure you feel — it’s crazy how a slight shift in angles can make such a huge difference, you’re going to lose your mind. 

“So deep—” you shriek, digging your nails on his shoulders as he sinks further and further within you, “f-fuck Hee, it f-feels great!” you scream, throwing your head back, giving him just enough space to fit his head into the crook of your neck. 

“Great, yeah?” he smirks, gliding his tongue under your jawline, slamming his cock inside you strong enough to make you sob.

Wait, are you really about to cry over his dick right now? 

Oh my god, what is wrong with you? 

A lot, apparently, though none of it matters as long as Heeseung stays right where he is — deep inside you.

“G-great, y-yeah,” you sniffle with your tears flowing down your cheeks, “more, give me m-more, please.” you beg, and what you ask, you shall receive.

You see from then on, Heeseung wastes no time before starting to straight up pound himself into you, filling the room with the lewd echoes of skin hitting on skin. 

And blending with your weak whines, it easily becomes his favorite sound on the face of earth, leaving him saying “Louder baby, shit,” as he fucks you mercilessly against the wall, “Scream my fucking name.” 

Needless to say, you do just what was asked of you, using the last drops of your energy on chanting Heeseung’s name, telling him that you’re close — so close and pleading for him to not stop.

But don’t you worry, he doesn’t plan to anyways, not until you cream his cock to its root.

He wants to be soaked with your wetness, he wants to drip your cum from the tip of his cock — he wants you to make a mess on him just like he did a couple hours ago, on his bed, while jerking off to your pictures.

He’s chasing the same feeling as then — the burning knot inside his stomach, he’s dying to experience it once more now that you’re actually there, in 3D, and not just behind a phone screen. 

Oh he wants you to witness that champagne confetti so bad, his champagne confetti. 

And the good news is that . . you don’t have to wait any longer.

Because approximately ten minutes later, Heeseung begins to lose the perfect rhythm of his pace and the more fucked up his thrusts get, the harder your pussy clenches, enough to make him curse your name under his breath, god he’s twitching so much inside you — he’s gonna cum. 

 “Shit, Y/n you’re so . . fuck . . you’re so tight, ‘m gonna —”

“Do it, please, cum inside me” you urge him, without any hesitation whatsoever, “want you to fill me up, every drop, want ‘em all inside me.” 

And waterfall, he’s fucking exploding. 

A few nice words from you is all it takes, and there he is, spilling his load right into the heart of your warmth. 

He’s literally shaking from how good he feels, struggling to stand still on his feet as he holds onto you even tighter for support, both arms strongly hugging your waist while he sandwiches you between the wall and himself, mumbling endless ‘thank you’s in your ear. 

Ugh, and he sounds so sweet like that, so vulnerable but so yours. 

He is mine, you think to yourself and you’re right, he is, which is why you wrap your legs tighter around his hips and finally just let go, sealing this moment with the best ending ever by allowing your arousal to wash over the both of you. 

“Happy birthday Heeseung,” you whisper, voice cracking from how intense your high was, “thank you for being the best thing in my life,” you shyly confess, digging your nails deep into his skin, using them to leave his back covered in many delicious scratch marks. 

But the very best part of your confession, you saved for the last. 

The three words that you have kept for yourself thus far, you’re now finally ready to share them. 

So, “I love you,” you say, as the clocks strike 00:00 right on time — perfect, “I love you, all of you, with all of me.”   

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𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 2: 𝒜 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝓉𝒽 𝒪𝒻 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓈

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The sound of the waves calmly lapping against the sand could instantly calm Heeseung down no matter how stressed he was, he let out a long sigh and sat down on the edge of the beach, hugging his legs, resting his chin on his knees as tears overflowed his eyes, letting his emotions flow like the waves, the moon seemed to be looking at him from afar, waiting for him to confess his fears to her.

Heeseung remembered the first time he had been there, that day of bright sunshine and a gentle breeze that caressed his skin. His aunt and uncle had managed to convince his mother to let him go to keep Felix company, as he preferred playing in the sand to swimming. The explosion of emotions he felt when he saw the beach, when he felt the sea water around him, as if he were at home and his soul was finally at peace, he had never experienced such a feeling anywhere else, no matter how many times he went to swimming lessons, it wasn't the same as being in contact with the sea. After that first day at the beach, the boy always returned there in his moments of crisis, to think, to feel a little peace in the midst of so much daily chaos and anxiety, especially after his mother's visits.

Mrs. Lee, as she liked him to call her, always brought problems with her, and the boy had few memories of her not being stressed or upset about something. Even more so after the boy had left home, it was as if he had gone from being her little boy to being a burden she had to deal with, but to make up for it, the boy's life had improved a lot after the move, even though he had to deal with the mess of his friends and some problems in living together, their life together was happy, they were like brothers to him and the boy would never be able to repay them for all they had done for him.

The deep sobs that escaped from Heeseung couldn't drown out his mother's voice screaming in his head, "You've become incompetent since you came to live with those thugs, you're not even capable of getting good grades," she shouted just before throwing his exam papers on the floor like they were garbage, he really did feel incompetent for not getting the good grades he had studied so hard for, but with the work and the teacher's hostility it was almost impossible to be top of the class like she so desperately wanted. "Even your idiot cousin gets good grades, why do you take pleasure in humiliating me like this?" His cousin had always been better at everything in his mother's eyes, and sometimes the boy wondered if she would trade her son for him if she could.

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After a while of crying, his eyes were swollen, his hands trembled and his breathing was difficult. He heard a sound that sounded like a whisper calling him, coming from the direction of the cave hidden on the beach, it was a secluded place where hardly anyone went and for him it was one of the most beautiful places in the city. The cave was in the middle of a pile of rocks, you had to know the way to get to the entrance and know which way to go to find the place where the inner lake was, it was silent and the little light it had came from a crack at the top that let the moonlight in and illuminated the place, it seemed scary to some people but to Heeseung and his friends it was enchanting, the lake was very deep but it had an exit that led to the waters of the beach but it was risky to try to cross it.

He took off his clothes and stripped down to his boxers, but before he got into the water he remembered to tell Jake where he was as his friend was very worried if he went in without telling anyone. When he jumped in he felt a chill as he felt the water touching his body, it was very cold but it was still comforting to be underwater and as he swam he felt happiness fill him completely, despite the dim light he could see some fish swimming next to him, some of them swam next to him and sometimes even ended up hitting him, his body moved with dexterity and delicacy as if he was in his natural habitat. He stayed at the bottom until he felt his lungs burning and his arms tired, then he dived and looked up at the moon shining so beautifully above him, until something happened.

When the moon reached the centre of the crack the whole cave lit up beautifully and the water changed, it warmed up and began to glow a pearly blue, the fish lit up as if they were bioluminescent and there was a tremor in some of the rocks at the top of the cave, Heeseung felt his skin tingle and his legs hurt in a strange way, but he didn't have time to worry about that because he heard a noise coming from the entrance of the cave and saw Jake running towards him, jumping into the water immediately, and then Jay and Sunghoon appeared. Jake swam up to his Hyung with a big smile on his face, while the other two sat at the edge of the lake, both of them sitting a little apart from each other, and Sunghoon looking uncomfortable as he dipped one of his legs in the water.

— Hi, Hyung! I heard what happened and we decided to come and help you - the boy said smiling a little embarrassed, he reached out and gave Heeseung's shoulder a gentle squeeze. The older man smiled slightly and held Jake's hand, squeezing it lightly, it was his way of saying how grateful he was — We've brought some drinks too, let's go with the others.

The two boys swam to the water's edge where their friends were and, knowing that the eldest of them didn't like to talk about his fights with his mother, they began to chat about the anime they liked and to talk badly about their teacher Kim, who, even though the older boys hadn't had lessons with him, knew how unbearable this teacher could be to his students. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they didn't notice some pebbles falling into the water and the strange trembling at the top of the cave near where they were, until Sunghoon, who was a little further away from the other three, felt something tap lightly on his shoulder.

— Hey guys, is it normal for it to move like that? It's making a damn noise — Sunghoon muttered, looking up and pointing for the others to see as well, Jay stood up and took a few steps back to try and get a better look at where it was vibrating. Jake saw a small light coming from above and nudged Heeseung to show him, they swam away to try and see what it was.

— It's glowing up there, see Jay? — Jake said, looking at the boy who nodded in agreement.

— That's weird, it's a blue light.

As soon as the boy finished answering there was another tremor and then everything happened too fast for them to react, a crack began to spread across the rocks above Sunghoon and more light came from it, soon rocks over a metre long were falling one after the other like raindrops hitting the ground around the boys, Heeseung and Jake dove into the water trying to avoid being hit but ended up swimming to opposite sides and losing each other. Seung swam to the bottom to get away from a large stone that almost hit him and when he stopped he saw something red staining the water, he was desperate when he realised it could be blood but he couldn't see where to go as everything was so dark, when he looked down he saw a beam of light coming from another crevice and decided to swim to it.

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𝓹𝓼: I hope you like it, sorry for any mistakes. Which of the boys do you think the blood is from?

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