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8+42 WITH HEESEUNG PLEASEEE THANK U <3

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

“Now, now, what do brats get?” + "You look really pretty when you cry."

The room was dimly lit, with soft shadows dancing on the walls as you leaned back against the plush cushions. Your breath was slightly uneven, anticipation buzzing in the air. Heeseung stood across from you, eyes locked on yours, a slow, teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips.

“You think you can get away with that, don’t you?” he murmured, stepping closer, his presence consuming the space between them.

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe I do.”

His eyes darkened slightly as he stopped just in front of you, reaching down to gently tilt your chin up. “Now, now, what do brats get?”

Your pulse quickened, a shiver running down your spine as you held his gaze, the teasing in your expression fading into something deeper. You bit your lip, knowing that this will cost you later

That small mistake took you to be in all four, your ass on full display with red marks of the spanks he was giving you, you could feel his testicles slapping your clit as he was fucking you so good that made you see white spots in your visions. He got out of you, taking your whole body and turning it around, slamming his dick once again and keeping the same pace as before.

He smirked at your state, taking your boobs like stress balls. "You look really pretty when you cry. But you've been such a brat"

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: Heeseung will vibe with brats tbh 🦋

hi! 22 + 6 with heeseung please! ❤️

𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗!

"I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice" + “Shhh, don’t make a sound. Keep still,”

The party was a blur of neon lights and thumping bass, but none of it mattered now. All you could focus on was the way Heeseung's fingers dug into your hips, possessive and insistent, as if he’d been waiting all night for this moment. The alcohol buzzed through your veins, making everything feel lighter, hotter, more reckless. When you had stripped down to that bikini—the one he'd bought, the one he’d been dying to see you in—it had flipped a switch in him. The playful glint in his eyes had darkened into something deeper, something raw.

He hadn't even hesitated before jumping into the pool after you, his eyes never leaving your body, his need clear with every step he took through the water. The moment he reached you, his hands were on you, sliding down your back, over your ass, pulling you flush against him as the cool water rippled around you both. His gaze flicked between your lips and your eyes, his restraint barely hanging by a thread.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?" Heeseung muttered, his voice low and strained. His fingers tightened their grip on you, as if he was fighting to hold back. "I want you so bad, baby."

"Really? How bad, Heeseung?"

"To the point that I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side. Right now," he murmured, voice dripping with desire, "no one will notice."

Your heart raced at his words, pulse quickening as his hips rolled against you, sending waves through the water. The party around you was a distant blur—laughter, music, splashing—none of it mattered as long as he kept moving like that.

You bit your lip, teasing him just a little. "Why don’t you show me?"

His eyes darkened, the challenge clear, and before you could react, his lips were on yours—hot, hungry, and demanding. The kiss was anything but gentle, as if he was trying to devour the very breath from your lungs. His body pressed into yours, his hard chest flush against your soft curves, and the heat between you seemed to melt away the coolness of the pool.

You let out a soft gasp as his hands slid down to your ass, lifting you slightly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist under the water. His clothed hardness pressed against your core, the friction sending sparks through your body.

"Heeseung..." you whispered breathlessly, your hands tangling in his damp hair. You could barely think, could barely remember that there were still people around, even if they were drunk or high, lost in their own worlds. Here, in the middle of the chaos, it was just the two of you.

His hands were teasing the edge of your bikini. His voice was low, barely audible over the chaotic noise, but it felt like it was the only thing grounding you in that moment. You clenched your hands in his shoulders as he made you jump outside the pool to the side that was slightly dark and near the empty jacuzzi.

His lips ghosted over your went entrace, dangerously close to losing all restraint, he pulled the bikini to the side just like he said and attached his lips to your clit as his fingers pushed inside you, you moaned loudly, thankful that the music was so loud and almost all the place was dark.

"For fuck's sake, Heeseung!"

“Shhh, don’t make a sound. Keep still,”

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I have random boosts of energy and I swear to god that it's not my intention that some are short and others are long af 🦋