I Love You, Baby, Baby, Baby (boynextdoor - Serenade)I've Been Screaming The Whole Neighborhood Knows

I love you, baby, baby, baby (boynextdoor - serenade) I've been screaming the whole neighborhood knows (I like you)

ᨓ 。han dongmin x fem reader ꒰🎧꒱ ﹕fluff ﹕3.9k

[一] Being extremely shy, like Taesan was, socializing was never easy, or at least he doesn't remember it like those fairy tales where the main characters befriend talking animals that brighten up the story. He doesn't even recall how he found his small group of friends who brought him joy every passing day, making him feel less alone. His faithful and intimate friend was a computer inherited from his sister, where he connected in a special way with nothing more and nothing less than the pirated music he had downloaded.

For Taesan, music was his escape from the bitter reality of being an ostracized child. Along with a notebook his mother had bought for the start of school, which he never used due to the decree of his teacher back then, he transcribed every challenge, moment, and feeling like poetry in such a delicate and precise manner that he was surprised by his writing abilities. However, it wasn't enough to keep them hidden from his family; he wanted to be more than a ghost in society.

Taesan became increasingly involved in musical art and dared to upload his first song to SoundCloud. He can still feel the tense air he created alone at 2 in the morning with his first friend, Leehan, on the phone, who rushed to leave a compliment that he would cherish in his heart. It was a fresh start as he slowly grew on the platform under the alias "L0V3MNTN," keeping his identity hidden and staying socially connected with his now best friends: Jaehyun, Woonhak, Sungho, Riwoo, and Leehan, the only ones who knew his secret.

If he's honest and sets aside his group, there was another reason why he made music. He doesn't have a clue when he started to be so nervous and with his heart trying to escape his chest because of how loud it was beating.

You were popular; your pure and charitable soul created a perfect harmony with the beauty you possessed. Taesan still remembers when he saw you for the first time, moving into the house next door. You, being a quite friendly person, decided to greet him from a distance, flashing a gentle smile, your hair swaying softly in the breeze of that fresh morning, not to mention the graceful hand gesture you made.

But what did he do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Taesan remained still, his face turning so red that he was sure it could be compared to a tomato, until you walked in with boxes in hand. The guy took advantage of the situation to enter his house without further ado, his heart beating rapidly.

For reasons of life (although Taesan describes it as "destiny"), you would end up attending the same school, and both of you would be part of the same class. Just like the first time, he couldn't enter the classroom after identifying, at a glance, the only human being he knew who wore bows as a statement piece, so when his friends saw her at a fair distance, they didn't make him take a break due to the teasing (cons of actually being in the same grade). They wanted him to be more carefree when it comes to love, but Taesan can't create a whole new persona for the sake of her falling for him; he wasn't confident in his look, and he was far from being good at flirting or making a move.

He preferred taking small glances at her, capturing her emotions through his eyes, and taking pictures of her healing smile, which was making him like her even more as time passed.

"Is Taesan okay?" The voice of a pretty worried Woonhak made Jaehyun look at the person he named and later at the youngest.

"More than okay. It's his daily admiration session." Jaehyun knocked on the wood table to finally catch the lover's attention. Taesan noticed how everyone was looking at him, some of them holding their laughs, which made him think of how long he looked at her (or what face he had).

Embarrassed, Taesan tried to focus on the conversation, but his mind kept drifting back to you, the source of his daily distraction and admiration. The guys around him, his friends, couldn't help but tease him, and he could feel his cheeks burning as they exchanged mischievous glances.

Riwoo grinned, leaning back in his chair. "Come on, Taesan. You're practically writing sonnets in your head every time she walks into the room. Why don't you just talk to her?"

Taesan's eyes widened, panic setting in. "Talk to her? No, no, that's too much. I'm not ready for that. What if I say something stupid?"

Sungho, always the pragmatic one, chimed in. "What if you don't? You've been staring at her for weeks, man. It's time to make a move before someone else does."

Leehan, who had been silent until now, added with a sly smile, "Besides, your music is really good, and your 12k followers know it. Maybe she's waiting for you to serenade her."

The mere thought of serenading you made Taesan's heart race even faster. The idea was simultaneously terrifying and exhilarating. The guys continued to share playful banter, each offering their own piece of advice, but Taesan's mind was preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Days turned into weeks, and Taesan found himself trapped in an endless loop of admiration. He noticed the small details about you—the way you laughed, the sparkle in your eyes when you talked about something you loved, and the kindness that radiated from your every gesture. Yet he couldn't muster the courage to approach you.

One day, as he sat in his room, composing another piece of music, he decided it was time to take a chance. He poured his feelings into the lyrics, crafting a melody that echoed the rhythm of his racing heart. With trembling hands, he uploaded the song 'Serenade' to Soundcloud under his alias and the most basic caption he could ever think of: "A song for my favorite soul."

As the song gained attention on the platform, Taesan couldn't help but wonder if you would stumble upon it. The lyrics were a silent confession, a melody of his unspoken feelings. And to his surprise, the feedback poured in, not just from his friends but from others who resonated with the emotions embedded in his music.

— : ☆

On the contrary, you eagerly anticipated the weekly releases of the Soundcloud user whose songs dropped every weekend, thanks to the introduction by your friend Eunchae. From that day forward, you found yourself captivated, unable to resist the allure of each musical creation. The very first track, titled "I Keep Thinking of You," struck a chord deep within you. At the time, you were entangled in a relationship with someone who proved to be more than just annoying, leading to an inevitable downfall. Amidst the chaos, there was one person who stood by you, helping you navigate through the confusion and offering a fresh perspective.

Your neighbor, Taesan, played an unexpected but pivotal role in your life. One night, when you believed you were expressing your thoughts alone about your struggles with the current relationship to the moon, Taesan approached with shy yet comforting words from his side of the window. His kindness and cheerful demeanor, coupled with a subtle nerdy charm, left an indelible impression on you. Taesan's presence became a source of solace, a comforting constant amid the tumultuous waves of your romantic entanglements.

As the SoundCloud releases continued, you found a strange synchronization between the lyrics and the chapters of your own life. The music seemed to be a melodic diary of unspoken feelings, resonating with your experiences. The producer's creations became a soundtrack to your emotions, and you couldn't deny the growing attraction to both the artist and the person behind the music.

In time, your affection for Taesan blossomed into something beyond admiration (the one that increased as you noticed he went to the same high school as you). His shy courage and thoughtful gestures began to make your heart flutter, and you couldn't help but realize that the person you longed for was right in front of you, or at least that was what you wanted to think about.

— : ☆

Days later, during lunchtime, Woonhak excitedly grabbed Taesan's arm. "She heard it, man! She heard your song, and she loves it."

Taesan's heart skipped a beat. "She knows L0V3MNTN."

Riwoo nodded, a cute smile playing on his lips. "Yep, and I've heard her singing 'Serenade' and talking to her friends about the mysterious L0V3MNTN. It looks like your music caught her attention."

Taesan was actually shocked. The fact that you, the muse of his songs, liked and sang one of his songs that were dedicated to you felt like a fever dream at this point. He left the place with a stupid grin all over his face in the company of Jaehyun. On the way home, Jaehyun gave him a small shoulder hug like a proud dad after his son made a scoring goal in a soccer game.

"I'm telling you, Taesan, this is the time, so you can ask her for a date, write another song, anything! But you heard Riwoo today; she likes you."

"No way, she likes L0V3MNTN."

"Remind me who's that person." Taesan got shy and slightly pushed his friend as a friendly joke. "I'm being serious! You're doing it well so far; we know how you guys interact; you gain her confidence, and now this: just push yourself more and trust me, you're going to be  hers." After that small sentence, Jaehyun left his friends in his house and parted ways with them.

Aside from eating his meal and doing his homework, he focused on doing another song with a beat that was hidden in one of his music folders. His notebook had so many words that his head was starting to hurt slightly, but that was interrupted by a familiar sound coming from his neighbor's room. He moved with his moving chair to catch a glimpse of your back moving along to "Serenade," which came from a small speaker. You were wearing cute teddy bear pijamas, and your hair was wild and free, not taking care of the world.

He couldn't help but smile at the view. Your turning around wasn't in his plans, and he stood there in his seat with his red cheeks. You slightly ran to lower the volume of the speaker with an embarrassed smile.

"Was I too loud?"

"No, not at all." An awkward silence made its way to your conversation. You moved a little to your balcony, finally resting after cleaning your room.

"Sorry, this song makes me want to jump around and fall in love." Taesan copied your same action, and finally, you guys were facing each other. The soft wind from the afternoon made them comfortable enough to keep the conversation going.

"Do you like the song?"

"I love it, and I love this artist."

Taesan's heart pounded in his chest as you expressed your admiration for the mysterious artist, unknowingly praising the songs he poured his heart into. Trying to maintain composure, he mustered the courage to join the conversation.

"I heard that L0V3MNTN guy is a bit of a recluse. Probably doesn't even leave his room" Taesan joked, desperately attempting to keep his secret while engaging in small talk.

You chuckled, the sound echoing in the quiet afternoon air. "Maybe he's just shy. You know, some people express themselves better through their art than in person."

The words struck Taesan like a chord, resonating with his own struggles to communicate openly. Encouraged by your understanding, he decided to take a leap of faith.

"Yeah, you might be right. Sometimes, it's easier to express feelings through music" Taesan admitted, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he revealed a bit of himself.

The conversation flowed effortlessly from there, transitioning between shared musical tastes, favorite tracks, and the emotions each song evoked. Taesan found himself entranced by the genuine connection he felt, grateful for the unexpected bond forged through his art. His impulsive thoughts were having a battle right there; the school talent show ran through his mind, and he just couldn't stop the words from coming.

"I heard he's from our school and that he'll sing his latest song in the music talent show with a group of friends." Now he wanted to punch himself, until you showed him the sparkles in your eyes because of the excitement.

"If it turns out to be true, I will be at the front row of the talent show, I can even ask Woonhak to give me his spot when he perfoms."

Great, now what did he just do?

— : ☆

Taesan was in the middle of an empty classroom, surrounded by his five friends; all of them were processing the events of the last day with his crush and trying to be as supportive as possible.

"Let me get this straight: you told her that L0V3MNTN was going to perform in the talent show, which, by the way, you didn't even postulate yourself, and that I have to re-arrange you with us to sing 'Serenade'... right?" Taesan just nodded his head at the words that Sungho said. Everyone took a seat in a way that was closer, and Jaehyun looked at him slightly, worried.

"Do you realize that if you do this, you will have to show all the school, including her, that you're L0V3MNTN? Are you sure?" After the words, he nodded once again.

"I really like her, and I know I said it just like that, but now I just want her to know my feelings. So... would you guys help me?" This time, Riwoo agreed.

"But I will sing with you if I do the choreography to the song." Taesan laughed quietly at the enthusiasm. Woonhak nodded and pointed to Riwoo.

"Pretty please, I actually have some ideas that could be easy."

"Just please, both of you, don't make me do some kind of pirouet that could possibly give me soreness later." Leehan walked down in memory land with that one, and he touched his back.

"Taesan, do you have any ideas?" He actually had many, but with the shy smile on his face, all of them knew that idea, and they had to do it as fast as possible.

— : ☆

"You look amazing!" Eunchae screamed when she saw you; you were the MC of the talent show as a request from Sungho, and because your school tried to do something different every year, he also said that you were dressed nicely for the event, which you did. You were wearing a small blue bow on your head and a dress that matched the same color with small heels that make you look inches taller. Eunchae was going to perform a dance number with the dance crew, and she was wearing a more sparkly and stunning outfit that made her look like an idol.

"Have you even looked at yourself? You look beautiful!" You hugged once your small running session to her ended.

"Excited?"

"Very much, after hearing him for quite a while, we can finally see him!." you just knew that you were going to have fun on the festival, you had approval from Woonhak and Sungho to be on front row, specially when the little one spilled out thatthey will also have a small perfomance at the end.

The talent show was abuzz with excitement, students filling the auditorium with whispers and cheers as they eagerly awaited the performances. As the MC, you took center stage with grace, greeting the audience with a warm smile and setting the tone for the event.

Little did you know, backstage, a nervous Taesan was adjusting his outfit, surrounded by his friends who were equally jittery yet supportive. The time had come for their performance, and as they gathered, the atmosphere backstage was a mix of excitement and anxiety.

"Finally, our last perfomance have arrived! Students, the rumors were true. We have L0V3MNTN!" The cheers were higher than expected and some students even held banners with his name. Her co-MC, Gyuvin gave a small smile and continued.

"With a small collaboration of our beloved students, Myung Jaehyun, Park Sungho, Lee Sanghyeok, Kim Donghyun y Kim Woonhak as a representation from the male dance crew. Give it up for... BoyNextDoor"

The stage lights turned off and you ran to the front row. The familiar melody of "Serenade" began to play, and the audience hushed in anticipation. Jaehyun came out of the dark and brightly smiled at everyone.

"Hello, we're BoyNextDoor. Let's scream for our amazing friend L0V3MNTN." all of them came out, and with a small acting intro, Riwoo pushed Taesan with Jaehyun pointing him, making everybody know who L0V3MNTN was and the cheers just got louder as Taesan began singing his song that was now a group song.

Then, as the song transitioned to the chorus, Taesan stepped forward, a spotlight illuminating him. His heart raced, but determination burned in his eyes. The lyrics flowed from his lips, carrying with them the sentiments he had concealed for so long.

You, sitting in the front row, were completely enthralled. The performance was not just a showcase of talent; it was a whole shock to everyone, including you. Your neighbor was the artist that you basically said you loved? Everything started to connect, and you could feel your heart beating faster. Taesan was like a box full of surprises, and you loved that. You loved him.

As the final part started to come to an end, the guys got off the stage to interact with the crowd. You could see Taesan's bright smile listening to his song being sang so happily and how his friends helped him come out of his shell. The boys gather around and move to the front.

"I ain't got a car, no license. But I promise you one thing, oh." Taesan went to the center when he was in front of you, his eyes looking at you tenderly.

"I'll get along with your dad for you." After those words, his arm extended with a flower that you grabbed with a smile on your face. Chants were heard everywhere, and that made you as shy as him.

He hesitated for a moment, then broke into a shy smile. The connection between you two was undeniable, and the energy in the room felt charged with a newfound awareness. The secret that had bound Taesan and his alter ego, L0V3MNTN, was now out in the open, and it was met with admiration and applause.

After the talent show, you found yourself in the midst of the crowd, congratulating the performers. Taesan's friends surrounded him, all wearing proud smiles. As you approached, Taesan couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and excitement.

"Great performance, guys!" you said, genuinely impressed. "I loved every single part of it."

"It was all Taesan's idea; we just followed." Leehan hugged his friend, and all of them wore proud faces.

"He's such a good leader, kind, and hardworking; he wanted to make everything perfect for his confess-."

"Thank you so much, Woonhak; we're leaving for the cafeteria to buy food." The five of them ran before Taesan could say a word, and you just stood there holding your laugh. Taesan scratched the back of his head with his usual shy demeanor.

You leaned a little closer to him. "Are you really L0V3MNTN?"

He chuckled nervously. "Yeah, I am. Sorry if that disappointed you."

"There's no way in the world that I would be disappointed in you," you admitted, your eyes reflecting genuine appreciation. "Actually, I love that you're him."

He blushed, grateful for your kind words. "Thanks. I wanted to say something in person. Can we talk for a moment?"

Taesan led you to a quieter corner of the auditorium, away from the buzzing crowd. The nervousness in his eyes was palpable, but there was an earnest sincerity that touched your heart.

"I've been wanting to say this for a while now," he began, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I really like you. Not just as L0V3MNTN, but as Taesan. I've admired you from afar, and your smile has been my source of inspiration for so many songs. Sorry that I couldn't say it before, but I thought that if I told you, you'd be mad that I write songs about you since I like you, I love everything about you, and-" His word got interrumped by your lips touching his as a small peck.

The world seemed to pause for a moment as your lips met Taesan's. It was a sweet and gentle kiss, filled with the unspoken emotions that had lingered between you. Taesan's eyes widened in surprise, but the initial shock was replaced by a soft smile as he processed the beautiful reality unfolding before him.

When you pulled away, the genuine happiness in your eyes melted away any lingering doubts in Taesan's mind. "I've been waiting for you to say that. I love everything about you, Taesan, and I've kind of had a crush on you since I came here, and all of the small moments we shared made it more clear that I like you," you admitted, your own cheeks tinged with a rosy hue.

Taesan couldn't believe the turn of events. The shy boy, who once struggled to express his feelings, had just shared a heartfelt confession and received an unexpected but welcomed kiss in return. It felt like a scene from one of his own songs, a magical moment that transcended the barriers of shyness and uncertainty.

Taesan's heart soared at your confession, and a warmth spread through him, erasing any remnants of shyness. He couldn't believe that the girl he had admired from a distance, the muse behind his music, felt the same way about him. It was like a dream come true, a plot twist in his own romantic story.

"I never thought this would happen," Taesan admitted, his voice a mix of disbelief and pure joy. "I like you so much, and hearing that you like me too, it's like... like a story."

You chuckled; the sound was like music to his ears. "Maybe it's our own kind of story. I've been listening to your songs and to you, feeling this connection, and little did I know, you were right here all along."

The two of you stood there, smiling at each other, the world around you fading into the background. It was a moment frozen in time, filled with the realization of shared feelings and the promise of something beautiful.

"Hyung! Did it work?" Woonhak's voice made his way, and both looked in the direction where the sound came from. All of the heads of the guys were peeking through the door in anticipation. He looked at you once again and nodded, making his friends shout out in excitement.

Taesan hugged the girl in front of him, feeling like a winner that his feelings were reciprocated. The song for his favorite soul was a success, not just on SoundCloud but in real life. As the two of you embraced, the cheers of Taesan's friends echoed in the background, celebrating the triumph of love over shyness.

"Thank you for making me feel like the luckiest guy in the world." Taesan whispered, his words a soft melody meant only for you. They were not a couple yet, but Taesan already had another idea on how to be her boyfriend.

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: BOY TO THE NEXT TO THE DOOR! I have gatekeep this one for a while, but here it is and hope you like it 🦋

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ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕smut with plot ﹕+ 5.8k contains: voyeurism, balcony sex, oral (male and female), praise kink, boob guy Heeseung, Heeseung has a lip ring (IT'S IN FACT A WARNING), doggy style, ballet dancer, face off, teasing, phonecall sex, petnames (sweetheart and princess), hair pulling and a surprise towards the end. ┈─★

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here]

intro || tuesday

You don't remember moving an inch after your little slip in the living room generated by your roommate, who eventually went to the building opposite his best friends, Sunghoon and Jake. For your great fortune, your sister's call that she would go to the apartment with food along with her girlfriend a few minutes after she left made you sigh calmly, knowing that you were going to have free grace therapy for your two favorite girls.

You decided to wait on the balcony of the place, breathing deeply in the fresh air of the afternoon. The sector you guys were in was remodelled, in fact the whole place, and in that you thanked your parents for lending you a significant sum of money for it by investing it in your comfortable home (because that was another thing you both shared, and it was being economically stable but wanting to be independent).

It had two armchairs with the perfect size for the average balcony, a small table in the center, and some padded high chairs that complemented everything harmoniously. This gave a perfect view of the urbanization and was at the same level as Heeseung's friends' window (unfortunately), but it was nothing from the other world. I only managed to appreciate the colored lights they installed each time they threw a massive party or just played on the console located in the room, although both buildings were quite close despite the street.

You observed from your position that in the opposite room, the three boys were receiving a boy announcing his entrance with some pizza boxes, and by the outfit, you could quickly recognize that it was Park Jongseoong. You had met each of them when Heeseung held a "small meeting," and Jake had come into your room believing it was the bathroom and coming back a few minutes later to talk to you because he was bored.

You still remember how the boy, whom you firmly believed was the personification of a golden retriever, pulled you out of your cave to join the party. Even though you wanted to wrap yourself in the sheets of your bed, you couldn't rest with all the noise; all you did was make sure you left your room safely and interacted against your will.

In your eyes, the four of them were quite different. Jake was quite friendly, and you could say that he was playful. Jay had shown himself to be a quiet extrovert but also a joker. Sunghoon was a pretty new case for you. In what you were sharing with the two foreigners, Sunghoon remained silent and only gave little smiles for education; all were interesting in their way, and along with Heeseung, you didn't avoid realizing how well they complemented each other, and you didn't doubt that their friendship was as you thought, "those that almost no longer exist."

The sound of the door being opened frightened you for a moment until you remembered that you had given the entry key to those who were coming. You got up excited to greet the couple with joy and relief. However, you didn't have to be a genius to know it would last a while when you dropped the bomb on your sister over Heeseung.

"Hey, are the dishes where they always are?" You shouted in affirmation, not ceasing to embrace Shuhua. She looked around and opened her eyes, surprised.

"How come Heeseung's not here?"

"It's in the boys' place." You pointed to the balcony, and Shuhua took the initiative to go there, so you had no choice but to get up and set the table. It was a routine all three had; Soojin arrived with food, and Shuhua was in charge of closing the balcony doors, although this time it was stronger than the previous ones when he saw Heeseung from a distance.

Shuhua wasn't such a fan of men, especially Heeseung, after your constant complaints about the women he brought home and all. And to your surprise, Soojin liked or hated Heeseung, but she was upset that he had no respect for you, your sister being the main reason Heeseung no longer brought his suitors to the place (or, well, not always).

All of you gathered at the table to eat in silence; only you were silent if we were sincere. The silence on your part made Soojin pay attention; she knew for sure that something was on your mind that was bothering you, and she was going to get that information out of you one way or another. Her direct attitude caught the attention of her girlfriend and yours when she applauded a little.

"What are you thinking?" Her eyes were fixed on you, and the surprise was on your face. You knew you weren't good at hiding your expressions, but you didn't think it was so obvious.

"Nothing."

"You're lying; you look like an idiot."

"Wow, Shuhua, thank you for that cute nickname." Your sarcastic voice didn't affect her; it even made her laugh. You had to tell her what happened, but there were no words to soften the situation.

"All right. You know Heeseung and I are pretty upset, and let's not forget I'm a mouthful. That part's important, actually." With Soojin's accusatory gaze and Shuhua's disgust, you wanted to stop, but you needed some advice. "Let's just say that I was screwing him with the fact that he was disgusting with sex and challenged me to have sex with him for seven days to prove otherwise." — Shuhua was choking on food, and Soojin was doing nothing to the shock of the above, reacting shortly after patting her girlfriend.

The two girls got up, trying to digest everything, and you could only shrink in your place.

"Look, I love you so much, as if you were my sister. And since I love you so much, I'm telling you to come live with us and leave this filthy scoundrel here and-"

"Accept what he proposed." You and Shuhua had a surprise expression all over your faces at what Soojin said after interrupting Shuhua.

"Honey, we're talking about Heeseung. The personification of an undeveloped human being wants to mess with the best creation in this world. No, I refuse." You were flattered by the last part, but you were confused anyway.

Soojin returned to his seat with a calmer appearance, unlike his girlfriend.

"I like Heeseung, if we forget that he used to bring girls to the place, but outside of that, he's a good guy, and you know it. Besides, don't look at it as a punishment like Shuhua does; look at it as a way to get you out of your misery. You've slept with other guys, but how many of them really made you feel good?" She was right. You were never happy with the sexual encounters you had because either they focused on their own pleasure or ended too quickly.

"None of them."

"Also, think things through. I don't like Heeseung, but I have to admit it's a...normal boy." Soojin held a small laugh and nodded at the words of her girlfriend, your hands intertwined with those of your sister, who gave you a warm smile.

"The decision is yours, and if it goes wrong, you have space in our home."

"But if the son of a bitch gets to-"

"Shuhua, please!"

"All right! Think about it!"

The beatings of your heart were pounding in your chest, while your senses seemed to be sharpening supernaturally. It was as if you were tuned to every detail of his environment in an almost animal-like way. You couldn't get Soojin's words out of your mind after they left, and you admitted with some regret that your older sister was right. Despite your reluctance toward Heeseung, there were valuable aspects to their relationship: his attention, his willingness to help you with tasks that were confusing to you, his undeniable attractiveness, and, although it was hard for you to admit, his maturity on most occasions.

Although you didn't want to look desperate, you realized you were looking for some kind of sexual release. Heeseung's offer was insinuated as an irresistible temptation. You weren't a complete novice; you had experiences that could be qualified as experimental. And considering the rumors about your "frenemy" sexual prowess, you couldn't help but fill your mind with bold thoughts. The thoughts of what his tactics would be like at the time, what kind of caresses he would like to receive or grant, and how he would explore their bodies in a fiery dance of desire. The idea of being with him, of giving up on each other in a whirlwind of passion, wrapped you in a spiral of anticipation.

"Damn it!" A cry of frustration emerged from your lips, suffocated by the pillow on your face. You sat on the bed, and your eyes sat on the clock table.

It was 1:28 a.m. Monday.

You could feel the need to take over, and he knew right away. You needed to release that tension that was invading you. Without further delay, you took a set of pajamas for the morning, hoping to cool off under the water of a shower. But the thought of Heeseung and the possibility of fulfilling his promise accompanied you as an insistent shadow, infusing his actions with a touch of anticipated electricity.

Looking for a break, you opted for a red fruit tea, confident that it would help you to reconcile your sleep without difficulty. For the second time on the day, you went to the balcony, a space that looked like an oasis of tranquility at that time. You leaned on the railing, letting your elbows sink into it, while your eyes rested on the streets that were illuminated by the faint light of the lighthouses. The day was routine, which meant that the urban landscape was calm. With your eyes closed, you gave in to the delight of that moment. The taste of the drink permeated your palate, giving it a sweet touch in the morning. You and the moon were the main actors in that serene moment. The cup emptied faster than expected, which led you to turn around and deposit it on the center table.

You were shocked to see Heeseung's figure approaching you. The boy was also slightly shocked before he burst into laughter at the fun scene. Heeseung stood before her, tied in one of her many loose black shirts, combined with her omnipresent grey joggers, which seemed to be an essential part of her wardrobe. You turned your back on him, trying to calm the accelerated heartbeat that the boy's mere presence caused inside you. After all, you had made a decision, and you weren't willing to take it back.

You were determined to follow the game Heeseung had proposed, to embark on those seven days that he promised so much.

You felt Heeseung's tall body settling next to yours, and your eyes turned to meet his. You noticed her staring at you, a little smile playing on her face. At that moment, they shared a moment charged with a mysterious attraction, as if they were two magnetic forces approaching inevitably.

"How come you're not asleep?" Heeseung began the conversation, breaking the silence. His voice sounded soft and slightly snoring, which only intensified the connection that was beginning to take shape between you two.

"I'm not sleepy. I slept a little in the afternoon after Soojin and Shuhua left." you answered, noticing Heeseung nodding in understanding. His eyes were placed on your profile—an action you didn't realize, but that stole his breath and left his mind momentarily blank.

For Heeseung, you've always been the most beautiful girl of all.

Your features were perfectly balanced, and your figure not only aroused his desire to explore what was under your clothes but also the desire to embrace you and never let you go. Your personality, an amalgam of strength and softness, created a balance that made you stand out wherever you went. Heeseung had been attracted to you from the moment he saw you smile brilliantly as you entered your apartment at that time, touching with emotion all that was within your reach.

At first, Heeseung thought it was just a passing infatuation, a superficial whim. That's why he went on with his way of life as a womanizer, unaware that you were becoming the missing piece in his life's puzzle.

"Sorry about today," Heeseung said again, bringing his voice closer to you. You looked at him, slightly confused by the apology. "What I said this afternoon was inappropriate. If you're uncomfortable and you need room, I can ask the boys to let me stay with them."

Moonlight did not favor you at all; in fact, its brightness allowed Heeseung to observe how your cheeks would acquire a lovely crimson tone. It was hard for him to contain a smile in front of that scene that I never imagined. A prolonged silence was established among you. What am I supposed to do now? Say something else.

Heeseung decided that his wishes were no longer worth hiding.

"I accept." you whispered suddenly, taking Heeseung by surprise.

"Do you accept me leaving?" Heeseung asked, bewildered.

A soft laugh sprang from your lips, making Heeseung even more confused.

"No. I accept that you show me how good you are." Your words resonated in Heeseung's mind, falling like pieces instead.

"I won't do anything you don't want." Heeseung said, his promises of respect and care being in contrast to the situation.

His words softened your heart a little, and you decided to venture even further. You brought your body a little closer to Heeseung's, enough to dare bite Heeseung's lower lip, adorned with a piercing in the middle, giving him a sigh that resounded with delight. It was a daring act under the moon, a gesture that sealed his complicity at that intense moment.

"Make me feel good, Heeseung." You challenged, your voice full of desire and longing.

"I'll show you the fucking clouds, sweetheart" he answered, letting his words carry a burning promise. Finally, both lips were found in a long-awaited and contained kiss for a long time. Heeseung's body leaned against the balcony railing, and his arms surrounded you, placing it in front of him without breaking his kiss.

You didn't stay behind; your fingers got tangled in the boy's platinum hair. The two were on the verge of a pact with Rati, a single movement to plunge into a whirlwind of fleshly desires. At that moment, they hid their true feelings, wrapped in a fire of passion and longing.

Each caress seemed desperate, a reflection of the months in which they had been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. Your hands left Heeseung's neck, exploring the boy's wide shoulders before firmly squeezing his biceps, an expression of the contained desire that was finally being released. Heeseung followed your example, your fingers playing with the soft satin fabric of your pajamas shirt that you were wearing at the time. Every touch of their warm hands under your shirt sent chills of anticipation through your skin, intensifying the passion that burned between them.

With a firm grip on your waist, Heeseung attracted you even closer, as if he wanted to merge their bodies into a passionate and unwavering embrace. The tip of her tongue subtly outlined your lips, causing a wider opening and an exchange of breath that culminated in the encounter between her tongues. The sweet taste of the cherry you shared in the tea accentuated the sensuality of the moment. Heeseung's hands gently walked the way from his abdomen to your bare breasts, making your skin stand before his touch.

His thumb and index fingers caressed your nipples, generating a moan that escaped from your lips and mixed with the boy's sigh. That sound sounded like music in Heeseung's ears, who smiled laciously at your answer. You were already lost in the pleasure he gave you, and in an instant of skillful movement, Heeseung's shirt disappeared from his body, revealing his skin in the moonlight.

Heeseung's skin was almost angelic in the darkness of the night. His figure, slightly worked, appeared in its maximum splendor without restriction of clothes. Her pants, lying suggestively down, implied that she was not wearing underwear—something that didn't go unnoticed for you and that fed your desire even more. However, the opportunity to admire his figure quickly disappeared as his lips looked for yours again with eagerness.

Heeseung explored your skin with his lips, charting a path from the back of his ear to your clavicles, following the same path you had walked seconds before with his shirt. Your breasts were released from their confinement, and Heeseung watched carefully as the cool evening wind hardened the nipples, generating a tempting and exciting image. His hands captured your breasts again, loving them delicately and firmly, causing you to tilt your head back, letting slip a sigh of pleasure that resonated in the atmosphere full of desire at the moment of feeling Heeseung's tongue giving little licks on them, gathering them to duplicate the pleasure it gave you. Each action lit fire between them, and the passion became more intense with each touch of their bodies.

Time seemed to expand at that moment of burning connection. After a while, Heeseung turned his attention away from the top of your body, and his hands slipped towards the back of his thighs, lifting you up easily. Together, they took a seat on one of the chairs, with you on top of Heeseung. Your knees were beside him, but you didn't sit completely down, wanting to prolong the moment of anticipation.

You let yourself be carried away by the frenzy of desire while their bodies were entangled in a dance of passion. In Heeseung's eyes, you looked like a goddess, and he worshipped you with every kiss he laid on his naked waist and the lines he drew with his lips. Every caress was an affirmation that what they were living was real, and your beauty in the moonlight stunned them.

Your lips took Heeseung's in another passionate kiss, but soon you parted with him, taking his hands to stand before him. The intensity in the air was palpable, charged with anticipation. Heeseung was momentarily baffled by your action, but his surprise quickly turned into grunting content when you got rid of your shorts and underwear. Kneeling in front of him, you looked him in the eye as your hands went up through Heeseung's covered thighs.

One action was enough to get rid of the only garment that covered his deepest desire. Your gaze focused on Heeseung's semi-erect limb. It was neither extremely thick nor venous, but its length caught your eye. The tip, dyed in a subtle red, shone with the pre-semen that emerged. Without looking away from his eyes, you let your tongue run through the liquid with a little tongue that stunned Heeseung.

"Damn, you're perfect for me." You were motivated by the comment and started with slow and sensual movements, caressing its length with your hands and applying the right pressure at the right time.

Heeseung's body reacted with soft movements, and the sight combined with the increasing humidity that could be seen in your pants generated a soft moan that escaped from his lips. You could see a grin on Heeseung's face before he closed his eyes, succumbing to pleasure.

Heeseung's hands encountered yours on his limb, gently removing them before you could continue. You raised your body to stand in front of him, and he sat you down so that his chest would touch your back. Your legs were opened by Heeseung, who placed his dick between your folds, no penetration whatsoever. Keeping the erotic contact and the tension.

Heeseung's fingers explored your clitoris, causing your body to shake and your hips to spin in small circles, both trapped in a whirlwind of desire. But the sweet nickname he used at that intimate moment highlighted the contrast between sin and affection, generating your lower part to beat in anticipation.

"Let me help you, sweetheart." Heeseung's digits explored your body, finding the way to the moisture that enveloped them both. Your moaning increased in intensity as you were carried away by the pleasure that took hold of you. Although you tried to keep quiet, the desire grew uncontrollably, pushing you to express yourself more and more. Heeseung surprised you by inserting a finger into you, and the contact made you bow your back while you were making a drowning moan.

The feeling of fullness and the touch of your skin with Heeseung's filled you with intense excitement. The second finger joined the first finger, shrinking and causing a tremor throughout your being. Your hands clung to Heeseung's thighs as your hips moved to the rhythm of his fingers, looking for more of that intoxicating sensation.

You couldn't deny that the moment of passion was like being in an uncontrollable flame that threatened to consume them completely. You opened your eyes, clouded by pleasure, and met the intense gaze of Heeseung, who had been watching you with a mixture of desire and worship. However, he didn't seem willing to let you take the reins any longer.

You looked ahead to give Heeseung your neck, and you didn't know if it was the moment that was making you hallucinate, confirming that it wasn't a mirage when you decided to focus completely, leaving pleasure on one side.

Sunghoon was watching everything from the balcony of his respective department through his circular lenses, and by the expression he carried, he had been surprised by the situation. The girl gradually stopped her movements, getting Heeseung to let go of a grunt.

"Is everything okay? There's something wrong?" — With no reaction from you, Heeseung followed your gaze, and he couldn't help feeling a little surprised when he saw his best friend with his favorite cup in his hand, without looking away from them. Sunghoon, seeing that he was caught, began to fix his surroundings until Heeseung threw a whistle, drawing his attention. At no time did Heeseung's hands move away from you, forcing you both to stand up and stand in front of the railing, your breasts completely exposed to Sunghoon and his free hand on your hips, his lips touching your right ear in a tempting way. "Do you like Sunghoon watching you? "See how you fuck yourself?" —the squeeze your walls gave his fingers confirmed his doubt.

You were ecstatic with the simple fact that that shy boy had now sat like an obedient child in a chair that they also had in their place in front of Heeseung, ignoring both of you by looking at his phone.

"Do you want to give him a little show?" With courage, you nodded. Heeseung left you for a moment, searched his pants for his phone, and returned to you. The screen clearly showed how Heeseung was calling Sunghoon. They both saw Sunghoon take his cell phone, and with a little doubt, he answered the call.

"Hyung, I'm sorry. I will go to my-."

"Don't go it, Sunghoon; we like being watched. Enjoy the view and the audio. Also, if you want to jerk yourself off, do it." You could see Sunghoon's eyebrows going up in surprise, and later on, he was sitting in front like he was before.

Your jaw was taken by Heeseung and placed so that your sight was fixed in Park. Heeseung again explored your intimate area, and at this point, you could feel your legs shaking as your orgasm was postponed. You could see Sunghoon shaking his leg from top to bottom with shyness, but his eyes would not move away in any way, coming into visual contact with him. You saw a little bit down, noticing his dick being marked in his pajamas. Heeseung pulled out his fingers, causing you to complain of dissatisfaction and look over your shoulder. But your complaints became a louder moan when you felt his penis pressing against your entrance. Your bodies were connected in a way that exceeded any expectations, and now you were leaning against the bar and with your ass at the perfect angle for Heeseung to enter in a delicious way, feeling the warmth and firmness of your torso while he held you with his arms. The phone in your hand was close to you, and you just knew how needy you sounded to Sunghoon.

Your movements and Heeseung's were reflected in Sunghoon's glasses; he couldn't keep his eyes off both of you. Every sigh, every touch, and every gesture of pleasure they shared had an effect on Sunghoon. You could see the desire to sprout in Sunghoon, his dick creating a tent in his pants. You placed the phone loudspeaker closer to your lips, sliding your hand through your own body, caressing your abdomen, and stopping in your clitoris.

"Sunghoon, touch yourself with me. Please."

Passion was burning in the air as the movements of the three of you began to synchronize. Sunghoon finally released his penis and wrapped it with his hand. The pressure he exerted on it was reflected in the veins that emerged from it. Heeseung filled and caressed you from within, and you could only lift your hips desperately, looking for that overwhelming feeling that only he could give you at that moment. Heeseung's hands went around your back, your hips, and your breasts, as if he wanted to touch every inch of your being. You let yourself be carried away by the wave of pleasure, your moaning filling the whole place and ear of Sunghoon as his movements became more frantic, screaming from time to time. You felt Heeseung's palm groaning your ass, the sting making you scream ecstatic.

In an act of impulse, you opened your eyes (which you didn't realize you had closed), noticing how Sunghoon was beginning to unbutton his shirt, allowing his skin to come into contact with the fresh air of the night, and his movements had increased speed, looking for his orgasm.

"Sunghoon, will you cum with me?" You saw Sunghoon throw his head back, and both you and Heeseung heard a grunt followed by a chain of groans.

Sunghoon's hand continued to move, occupying every inch of his swollen penis; his movements were almost as equal as yours on the next balcony. The sight of the Sunghoon was making you feel like you were going to explode at any moment.

"Shit, Heeseung, I'm cumming." Heeseung wasted no time, and it was his turn to stand in front of you. Taking your left leg, he made you wrap it around his hip with his hand right on your buttocks.

"Let me see you while you're doing it." —and once again, he came back with his unbridled movement. Now the speed of his action was fast; you both were looking like animals, but Heeseung was more focused on making you have the best orgasm in your life.

Your breasts were bouncing in front of him, your lips half open, leaving free high moans mingling with Heeseung's own sighs and listening to Sunghoon's whimpers. "Heeseung, Sunghoon, I'm close." —your grip on Heeseung's shoulder for support intensified when you felt that familiar knot in your belly, your moans being silenced by Heeseung's lips, who was also reaching his release before the exquisite feeling of your entrance by not wanting to let go.

Pleasure was built within you as an unstoppable storm. You could feel the contractions of your body approaching the edge, making your grip on the phone harder, and Heeseung was on the verge of losing control. The moans and whispers filled the space between them; every touch, every kiss, and every caress pushed them beyond their limits. 

"You're perfect for me, sweetheart. You squeeze me so tight. Fuck." The climax finally reached both of you—an explosion of sensations that enveloped your bodies completely. You clung to Heeseung as the waves of pleasure dragged you and were heard by the two boys, your body trembling in its ecstasy. Heeseung followed you, his release triggered by the burning union of their bodies. Both fell into a sea of satisfaction and exhaustion, their entwined breaths as they recovered their composure. You looked at Sunghoon, having the perfect view of how he let himself be carried by the wave of pleasure that ran through him, his hand and thighs covered by the uncontrollable jets of his semen, getting you to squeeze Heeseung's penis at the sight of the boy, who was now submissive. You felt a void when it finally came out of you. Heeseung moved the hand that had the cell phone to your lips.

"Come on, talk to Sunghoon, sweetheart." You swallowed dry and took off the speaker. You could clearly hear Sunghoon's sighs and feel his eyes across the balcony.

"Sunghoon?"

"Hey," Sunghoon's agitated voice returned your greeting. Your eyes deviated to his body because he was an athlete; he had a dream body, and you couldn't deny that you wanted to kiss that mole he had on his collarbone. You couldn't stop looking at his figure. "If you want, I'll send you a picture."

"Don't worry about it, just- " You took a leap into the air, feeling Heeseung's lips sticking to your vulva. You breathed a sigh down to see Heeseung. "I'm sorry"

"Is he licking you clean, princess? You must be dripping; Heeseung has that privilege, but it would have been better if you have two people."

"Really? How would you do that? Fuck, Heeseung." Your sensitivity was growing as the boy cleaned both of your fluids. Your hand went to his hair, pulling it slightly.

"Why don't you look?" Your eyes stopped the boy in his glasses, he got settled in the chair he had, and his middle finger and ring took a quantity of semen that remained on the tip. Shortly after licking that, you opened your eyes with surprise.

Was that the guy who didn't even look at you weeks ago?

Heeseung sucked out your clitoris, confirming that he actually made you touch the clouds without stepping on the sky; he had brought the sky to you. A final kiss was deposited that made you moan one last time. He looked at his cell phone in your hand and hung up on Sunghoon.

"One of seven, get ready for tomorrow, sweetheart. I'll show you what devotion is."

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↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: "SEVEN" HAVE ARRIVED! I'm so excited for this proyect, you guys have no idea. Thank you so much for the support and stay tune if you like it 🦋

this post: "sit back down"

me: "I AM SAT NOW"

— car sex

⭒ bestfriend!heeseung, afab!reader, car sex, unprotected sex (consensual) + semi public sex, breeding kink, riding, possessive heeseung (kinda), cussing here and there, suggestive content under cut (mdni)

⭒ c's note: hmmm, i feel like this is not good at all... but i really hope you enjoy it nonetheless

heeseung who had been your best friend ever since you started your first day of middle school. heeseung who was there when you got your first period. heeseung who went through the numerous break ups and hook ups throughout your years in highschool. heeseung who was still by you now in college. heeseung who was jealous of them all.

how was he meant to not fall for you when you went to him first about everything? it hurt him in the gut when you'd ask him for advice about how to do a proper blowjob. why couldn't it be him? what was the difference?

yet there he was, giving you a ride back home after you called him to pick you up from a party. you didn't drink at all. you didn't think you needed to be drunk to have fun, which was one of the many things heeseung loved about you.

it is true that the blood in his veins boiled at the thought of others seeing you in that short skirt, but who was he to complain? nothing but your mere best friend. "had fun?" he asked. you shrugged. "it was okay, i guess."

he hummed softly, leaving the conversation there. he turned a corner — a little too hard — which caused you to grip the seatbealt tightly. heeseung, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to lay his hand on your thigh. "sorry about that," he apologized and kept it there.

you could feel the blush on your cheeks. for some reason his hand felt nice and warm, almost way too comfortable. and for some odd reason, as if your hand had a mind of its own, you put it over his, slowly dragging it up more.

heeseung's breath got caught on his throat. he was driving, he had to pay attention to the road. but how could he? his mind was starting to go crazy. were you really doing this? right here, right now? there was no way his mind was letting him believe it. not until he saw it himself.

so he pulled over to the side of the road. he looked over at you with big doe eyes. his hand was gripping your thigh a lot harder, but not enough to hurt. it was evident he was confused yet excited. "it wouldn't hurt to try, right?" you asked.

it was the perfect green light for him. all the times he felt like a loser jerking off in his room after hanging out with you were thrown out the window. his lust took over him, and in one swift move, he was kissing you passionately. maybe it was time to accept your feelings. it was time to stop hiding.

his lips were hard yet sweet against yours. you could taste the flavor of gum he always chewed. his favorite. his hands were quick to unbuckle your seatbealt and put his own seat back. also unbuckling his own.

he pulled away, seeing you stare out the window in clear embarrassment. "come here," he said, patting his lap. the idea of being on top of heeseung made you clench over nothing. only in your wildest dreams did you ever think of this situation. maybe wishes do come true after all.

you gladly took the spot he was inviting you to take. your skirt rid up as you positioned yourself on top of his crotch. your panties were so thin you could feel the outline of his cock as if you were naked.

heeseung's hands were fast enough to greet your thighs again, rubbing them up and down. the gesture made you throw your head back, making heeseung's dick twitch under you. you were so goddamn beautiful. there was no way he would let this opportunity go.

"you're so fucking sexy... but you'd look even better bouncing on my cock."

"and what's stopping me?"

if the heeseung that realized he had feelings for his best friend for the first time heard of this, he'd call it bullshit. you were both desperate, trying to get to the deed as soon as possible in such a tiny place.

you positioned yourself so that your entrance was right on his tip, and you slid down carefuly, letting yourself and your best friend adjust to the feeling. "you feel so goddamn good. just as i expected."

he was quick to start rolling your own hips onto his shaft, sighing loudly at the feeling. "fuck... i might not be able to hold myself." you held onto his shoulders for dear life, resting your forehead there as well. once you felt ready enough, you started bouncing up and down.

heeseung kept grunting and groaning, music to your ears. not only was his voice beautiful when singing, but fuck did he make pretty noises when moaning. his left hand left your hip to pull your hair back. "let me look at that pretty face of yours."

not only did his words make it to your head, they also made it to your core. his adams apple was a lot more visible now. as if you had never rubbed your thighs while looking at it move as he spoke.

your movements started getting sloppy, which heeseung noticed fast enough. the hand on your hair was long gone, back to its original position on your hips, helping you bounce harder and faster on him. "go on pretty girl, cum all over me."

and you did. you let out all that was in you at that very moment. your moans were almost pornographich, making heeseung curse under his breath. "i- haagh- ah! i can't hold it." he said. you took his face in your hand, forcing him to look at you as your eyes started to tear up at the overestimulation. "cum in me heeseung... please!"

that was all he needed. fuck was it all he wanted. with one quick thrust up, he was releasing all of his seeds in you while also holding you down on him. the warm feeling made you cum a second time, plopping back on his shoulder. "you're so mine now. so so fucking mine."

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ᨓ 。lee heeseung x fem reader ꒰📅 ꒱﹕suggestive ﹕+ 1.0k

𝓈𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠:

Two roommates, you and Heeseung, have a complex relationship marked by challenge and competitiveness. Heeseung, competitive and energetic, believes he is the best in bed and challenges you to a bet to prove it. You have seven days to see if he can back up his claim

seven masterlist [here] || monday

The college years were the blank canvas you wanted to paint with quiet brushstrokes. You wanted to forge new friendships—maybe find a love connection behind a broken heart that had afflicted you a year ago. You emerged as someone completely transformed; your goals and perspectives had mutated, like the seasons of your life, taking you to a balance that once escaped from you. In the background of your being, you felt the fullness that you achieved only thanks to the fruits of your effort and the unwavering support of your older sister, Soojin. Among those achievements was a dream apartment, conquered with savings earned by pulse, containing everything that was yours.

But a tiny detail was hidden between the lines of his acquisition: that space was shared; he needed a roommate.

Happy? Not exactly. Ingenious? Absolutely.

Lee Heeseung was the name of the obstacle in your way. You didn't mean to hide the fact that the young man radiated undeniable attraction in every way. He had large, glowing brown eyes, slightly torn; a nose with an enviably tall bridge; slightly bulky lips; his slender, slightly toned figure made any garment unfold in a show of elegance; and his white smile had the power to illuminate even the darkest corner of the hall, if that were possible. But what obscured his image was his reputation: you had baptized him as a classic "womanizer."

A label he now despised when he heard it even at university for the boy's victims.

In a matter of weeks, the boy brought to his apartment a succession of girls whose moans sounded like jackhammers, preventing you from sleeping. because of it, every morning, you faced the world with a cup of coffee and dark circles that pointed to your wear, like a beacon for the unaware.

Patience ran out, and, with the contents of three bottles of soju running through your veins one day, you found an outlet on Soojin's shoulder and his girlfriend, Shuhua, a space where tears flowed without restrictions.

"I don't understand! Does he have a huge dick that it justifies those rants? I hate Heeseung, that selfish bastard." You just unleashed a flood of words without suspecting Heeseung had entered with one of his companions, listening to each syllable clearly. It was clear that he didn't got laid that day.

The connection that both individuals treasured turned, subtle but inexorably, from friendship to an amalgam of camaraderie and rivalry, a complex symphony of closeness and antagonism. The words flowing between them continued to resonate with a certain level of complicity, but the annoyance and hostility were no less palpable, acquiring a new nuance in the air around them. You, driven by a newly discovered courage, did not hesitate to look at Heeseung right in the eye and confront him directly, while he, for his part, seemed more interested in his plans to bring new companions to the apartment.

The holiday season finally broke out, and both of you gave the welcome of three months of breathing, peace finally reigned, this peace being interrupted by the occasional presence of your group of friends or your inseparable companion, Kim Mingyu, who shared the same contempt as you for the roomie. But neither of these two figures crossed the threshold of the duo in those days. However, you were given the idea of sharing a little time with Heeseung to clear the air and set boundaries, which you only received:

"I can't; Minseo will come today."

Determined not to stand idly by, you decided to use a strategy you knew very well: to strike at the most vulnerable point. His ego.

"How do you do it?" The words baffled Heeseung, who looked up to meet your challenging eyes. "How do you get them to keep coming, even with your tired and boring little friend?"

Heeseung strained his jaw, trying not to show the irritation caused by the comment. You found entertainment with his change of attitude, your smile being so playful that it was bothering him. The young man left his cell phone on the couch and turned his attention to you, forcing an artificial smile just like yours.

"I couldn't say exactly. I guess I make them feel so good that they just come back for more. Although, of course, you may not fully understand, considering… Jihoon, is that it? Hasn't he been through here yet?" — Heeseung returned the blow, taking the opportunity to undermine your confidence with the name of your ex.

"I bet those girls have to fake their orgasms. Even in adult films, they don't sound that exaggerated!"

"Are you implying that I am unable to satisfy anyone?"

"What I'm saying is that it's obvious how inept you are if you can't even perceive that you're bad in bed."

A spark of understanding illuminated Heeseung's mind, an idea so brilliant that he drew a subtle smile on his face. He slipped his tongue down his lower lip with a touch of sensuality. The simple action made you feel a slight uneasiness as Heeseung shortened the distance between both of you.

"Of course I can prove it. In just seven days."

"Do you need a week to get a girl to orgasm?" —a laugh escaped Heeseung's lips at your silly comment, who, without realizing it, had fallen into his trap. He decided to test the boundaries of the fearless young woman that was you. Heeseung placed his hand on his own chin and stared at it, removing some hairs that covered his face.

"I'm going to make you swallow your words, and maybe more than that."

The atmosphere was filled with unexpected tension, which turned from mere verbal confrontation into a sexual dimension in the blink of an eye. You could feel your breath intertwining while your silly heart was pounding, threatening to escape from your chest.

"Everybody's right; you're a long way from being a sex god." — Heeseung could not resist the temptation to whisper in your ear, his lips rubbing your skin before biting your lobe slightly. The sensation left you momentarily stunned, your eyes instinctively closed, and you couldn't help but blush when you heard the words that came out of Heeseung's lips—words that, honestly, you would never have imagined.

"I may not be perfect, but I'm the ideal person to show you how to treat a goddess like you. Let me show you what devotion is."

© hollyoongs, 2024. please do not copy, translate or steal my story TAGLIST: @glitterjay @lhspeachie @deobitifull @mirramirra @capri-cuntz @horijiro @sumzysworld @chokichips

↷ 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢'𝚜 note: I decided to bring this first to you before de Spider-Man enha smut, this will be a long ass ride and I hope you like it🦋