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DAY 7: HEESEUNG (ENHYPEN)
multifandomfantasies’ milestone celebration
word count: 459
warnings: soft dom!heeseung, oral sex (y/n receiving), orgasm delay. y/n has a vulva.
MINORS (UNDER 18) DO NOT INTERACT.
“don’t move,” heeseung breathes when the path of his searing lips finally ends between your legs.
he seals his open mouth over you, sucking the nicest sensation against your clit and you feel yourself getting weak far too quickly after all of his teasing.
when your hips instinctively lift upwards into the sensation, heeseung swiftly pulls back with an exasperated sigh.
“just let me do what i need to do,” he chides, the corners of his mouth lifiting into a self-satisfied smirk as he watches you huff and force your ass back down on the couch.
heeseung is usually just like this. gentle with his firmness, teasing despite his everpresent calmness.
as always you try your best to listen to him, willing your body to relax back into the cushions and stay like that - pliant and receiving - even when heeseung slots his mouth over your pussy again. this time he doesn’t hesitate before dialing up the intensity of his sucks against you, only letting up on the tight seal of his lips to ripple his tongue over your swollen clit and to collect some of your wetness on the muscle to flick it upwards over the your sensitive flesh in a way that sends dizzying sparks of pleasure from your core throughout your entire body.
two of heeseung’s fingers enter you, curling upwards to stroke the pads of the digits against your gummy walls in a gentle come-hither motion - not thrusting them in and out like he usually would, but simply applying pressure right there while he gives you something to clench down on and it’s mindnumbingly good.
you can feel the way your legs fall open wider for him, a distant ache registering inner thighs at the pull, but you can’t focus on it, not with that familiar feeling of ascension that gets more intense with every pass of his tongue over you, the rising volume of your desperate moans fading into the background as your body draws up in anticipation while the knot in your abdomen tightens rapidly.
an almost wounded whine gets ripped from your throat when heeseung pulls away again, both at the loss of your impending orgasm and the lewd squelching sound of him gently extracting his soaked fingers. you both watch with fascination when a string of your wetness connecting him to you stretches and snaps, the sensation of your cooling arousal hitting the skin of the back of your open legs making you shiver and squirm.
“relax,” heeseung mumbles, hands absently stroking up and down your inner thighs while his eyes stay fixed on the way your glistening hole pulses with need, even more so at the absence of his touch. “i got you. let me make you cum.”
