day 2 !! enjoy !!
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Boyfriend!Hee x Fem!reader ♡‧₊˚⋆。˚ ⋆
En-hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 2
☻ requested! by Anon, "a virgin inexperienced female reader who tries *things* with her boyfriend (heeseung from enhypen) who is a soft dom who tries hard to give her a pleasurable first time (first french kiss n all, reader is reallllyyyy inexperienced)"
WARNING ≕ 18+/smut (fingering - f receiving, grinding, protective sex, missionary, mild aftercare) Cursing. Read at your own discretion !
WORD COUNT ≕ 1.9k
AUTHOR'S NOTE ≕ as soon as this was sent to me, I KNEW I had to write it. This was supposed to go on my old account, but I decided against it, and now it's here! Virgin you meets experienced Hee! Please enjoy! and tune in for day 3 tomorrow at 10pm CST!
© to en-hale. no translations/reposts etc. (w/out permission!)
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You and Heeseung had been friends for years. It started out as middle schoolers in the same biology class that had evolved into a hate-love friendship that eventually led to play dates and frozen yogurt on the weekends in high school. Platonic as it could be until Heeseung asked you to be his girlfriend, and now things were different. But not by much.
Kissing Heeseung was always so gentle, so chaste. He took into account your innocence and even the nagging words of your family that always praised how pure and dainty you were. You told them about your relationship and they practically threw you a party, and they welcomed Heesueng as their own in no time.
It was uncommon for the two of you not to be together almost constantly. Even when it came down to choosing colleges to go to, of course, you both went together. And your parents questioned nothing. They were so used to Heesueng coming over since middle school that even after you both started dating, nothing changed in the house. Your door could still be closed, you both could still be home without them, and Heeseung was always welcomed to spend the night; in different rooms, of course, the only form of rules he had to follow. They trusted you, they always thought, "never our daughter", and went about living their conservative lives. Or maybe they thought the damage had already been done. You weren't sure of which, preferably the former cause you felt queasy at the thought of your parents imagining that you've had sex.
But they were correct. In every which way. You were innocent, even though you hated it. You haven't dated Heeseung for too long, a beautiful 4 months, full of everything that was the same, except you sometimes kissed and held hands.
You were practically dying for something more.
And you sought out your chance when your parents left for the day, leaving you and Heeseung cooped up in your room, lying on the bed. Something irrelevant was playing on the tv, and Heeseung was on his phone, focused on an intense mobile game. You watched, as well as peaking into his button-down shirt, getting a good view of his toned chest and tan-like skin. His eyelashes fluttered, and you watched the brown of his eyes illuminate from the light off his phone. His lips were dry, yet fluffy. His fingers moved faced, and with each motion, his bones and veins contracted. You loved how pretty and delicate they look when he held your own, and how coarse and scratchy they were when he did anything else. It was one month into the relationship when you watched his hands like it was a movie. You pondered on the way they would feel against your bare waist and hips. You bit your lip each time you fathom the pleasure they could bring to you if he were to thrust them into the very core of your desire.
"Baby?" Heeseung voice broke your trance, and you shy away against his shoulder.
He chuckled. "Was the game that interesting?" His problem was that he didn't know how much you wanted him. Even if you were to scream it in his face, he'd laugh and pat your head like a child.
You had to take your own initiative, even if you had zero clue where to start.
He looked up from his phone once more, and his eyebrows dipped. "You okay?" he asked.
"Mm-hmm," You gestured back. Heeseung had no clue what was happening when you grab for his phone and set it by his side.
You leaped on top of him, and he gasped, followed by a nervous giggle. You looked down at the beautiful specimen that he was and took a second to just admire that he was your boyfriend. His hands hovered over the back of your thighs, nervous to touch.
"Kiss me please," You whined. His face relaxed and his teeth came into play as he smiled. His head moved up and placed a gentle kiss on your lips. it lasted no longer than half a second.
You huffed. "Heeseung," Your voice dropped, and he looked up at you with shock, but he paid close attention, you could feel his hands eventually make their way onto your skin.
"Kiss me." and this time, it was a command. Again, he did, and again, it was feathery. Even with your voice in desperation, he was so gentle, and part of that made your heart flutter, but the other part made you want to crack in irritation.
He pulled away, and you reached down under his head and pull him back up to you. You pushed through your shyness and little-to-no understanding of what the fuck to do, but you let it die off cause there was another feeling bursting through the seams.
"Harder." You washed as his cheeks blushed pink. You dive back in and give the only type of kiss you know. You pushed down on his lips, hoping that was the answer, but you clank into his teeth, and you back away with a hiss.
"Sorry, I'm sorry," You mumbled. You could feel the barely-there moment already drifting away, leaving the room a bit awkward.
Heeseung rubbed against his teeth and laughed.
You watch him as he grew gigglier and gigglier underneath you. "What's so funny?" You don't mean to laugh too, but you do.
"You're so cute when you don't know what to do." He said through more laughter. You gasped happily and hit his shoulder.
"I was trying," You lift off of him, ready to move on to more nothingness and growing aggravation, but Heeseung stopped you.
His gaze was something different, something you hadn't seen before, and your chest does a thing. He licked his lips, and sat up against the headboard, moving you with him.
"You really want to kiss me?" He teased. His hands moved to your waist and clutched on them in a way he never had before. You could feel your head throbbing with each beat of your heart.
You can only nod.
And he nodded back. "Okay," His hand pressed warmly to your cheek and he leaned in.
You watched his eyes scan your lips, and in seconds they were placed on yours.
Finally, His lips dipped into your own and he didn't pull away. You kissed back, mimicking his own motions in hope that it was correct. He leaned away with a smirk. "Good," His other hands traveled up to your jaw and cupped your face. "I want to be gentle with you," he whispered. "But you're making that hard." Your eyes glazed over, and your skin rose in goosebumps. He kissed fiercely this time around. You managed to keep up, but the newfound experience heightened your desire more. You don't mean to moan against his lips, but it comes out in waves.
In seconds, he flipped the two of you over. Now he was seated between your legs, hands in your hair, and lips never deter away from yours.
Heeseung has told you before he wasn't a virgin. You had to force it out of him, but eventually, he told you. He didn't want you to feel bad and blah blah blah, but he had no idea how much that actually turned you on.
He groaned against your mouth, the first time you heard such a noise escape from it. He pulled you towards him with one hand and stroked your cheek with the other, his thumb rubbed into your chin and forced your lips to part. He stuck his tongue in and you gasped against his. Its texture is unfamiliar to your own, but it's exciting and new. You let it roam and connect with your own tongue. He massaged the inside and intertwined it with your own. You could feel the spit in your mouth wanted to escape, but you swallow it down, marveling at the thought of his spit going down your throat.
His hands grab at your waist with that new familiar hold and pulled you closer, even though there was no room left. Your hips are so close that you both were practically fused to one another, the only thing keeping you apart is the fabric of your clothes.
He groaned against your lips again. "Baby wait," he whispered. He pulled away, his eyes taken another second closed before fluttering open. His eyes were darker than usual, full of something you couldn't quite explain. "I don't know where this is going," You watch his lips barely move as he spoke. His eyes matched yours, hooded and glazed over. You knew he felt the same way, burning somewhere inside with passion and urgency.
You just hoped it matched your own.
"I think we should -- listen, things feel like their going further than usual, I just don't want you to push something that's not there."
You huffed with exaggeration, "Oh, it's there." and he scoffed playfully. You reach up to his face and pull his lips to yours. "Hee," You moaned.
"Wait," he pressed a hand into your arm. You stopped, that word once again throwing you off the course you wanted to be on. "This is -- really okay? Cause if I'm thinking what I think, you want to-"
"Have sex Hee, yes. Intercourse, fuck, make love, whatever you want to call it." The words came streaming out like a volcano.
"Okay. But, this is your first time, so we don't have to go all the way if you don't want to."
You leaned forward, your lips pressed against his. "You do whatever you want to me. And if it's not to my liking, I'll stop okay?"
His sudden lustful smirk popped up on his face, quickly wiped away with a caring grin as he focused his attention on you. "Okay." A quick peck sealed the deal.
"Can I keep going then?"
"Of course." His hands traveled all over and his lips kissed anywhere they could. You watched him watch you react to the different places his lips touched, causing either a gasp, or moan, or giggle. You knew it was leaving slight marks on your body, and that knowledge drove you crazy. He pulled away and marveled down at your body. You just blushed under his gaze.
"You're perfect," He spoke under his breath. He grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up until your bra was revealed, the same old same old you wore on most days, and now looking back, you'd wish you would've worn something cuter than a grey sports bra.
His eyes darted from your chest to your eyes, "Okay if I take this off?" he asked.
As always, you said yes. He pulled it above your head that, for a few seconds, got tangled in your arms, but he managed to pull them through and throw the shirt into the atmosphere. Sooner than later, your bra joined it on the floor. You knew a curse word escaped his lips, but you couldn't hear which one it was. Instead, he dove down into your chest, not bothering to ask when your hands played and tugged in his hair, a sign of a yes. He sucked and licked and kissed until your skin was so numb that you could barely feel it. He attended to each nipple, one in his hand and the other in his mouth. He pushed down with his thumb and his tongue on your hardened bud, causing your hips to drive off the bed and into his stomach. You felt his lips turn up into a smile.
While you drifted into la-la land, your realized his mouth had moved down to your hips, centimeters away from your shorts. He made sure you watched as he took one drawstring between his teeth and untied them before your eyes. He pecked at your hip bone where the shorts had fallen.
He gave you one knowing look and you nod frantically. He dipped two fingers underneath the hem and pulled them down until they were at your feet. You kicked them off, desperate.
You now were left only in one article of clothing that covered the part of you that mattered the most, while he was still fully clothed. Something in the variation of nakedness churned your stomach in pleasure.
He kissed over your body again, except this time, the fabric wasn't in the way, and his mouth got to do whatever it wanted. His lips eventually found their way to your thigh and darkened the flesh with his teeth. He took extra time to kiss over your stretch marks and blemishes and you blushed in embarrassment and thrill. His large hands massaged your skin while his lips stayed busy. He slid a finger under your panties where it met your hips, rubbing it against your pubic mound. He smiled up at you.
Again, the knowing look came, and you nod. He took a second to kiss your mound against the fabric. He kissed the surrounding areas as well before sliding them down your legs and landing on the floor with the rest of the forgotten-about clothes.
His eyes widen as he took you all in. "Fuck, baby," He cursed. He soaked his index finger in his own spit and dove it back against your folds and your damp pubic hair. Your eyes were closed, but you knew he was watching you with each fragile touch. You whimpered when you felt it push into your wetness. His touch was gentle, but you could feel the bones and callus of his finger, that feeling you so badly craved to feel. He pushed all the way in until it was at the base, and he stilled. Not moving or rubbing or anything. You reached toward him and grabbed onto the first thing you could; his bicep.
His face turned to you, and he looked with lust and worry. "Does this hurt?" You shook your head, tightening your grip when his thumb comes up to make light circles on your clit. "No, no, please move. Shit, this feels really good."
"Okay," he stammered. Your head fell back against the pillow as he continued, his speed increasing with every few seconds. "Hee," you gasped.
"Shh, it's alright," he hushed, "Just let me make you feel good baby. You look so precious like this."
You groaned and groaned until you felt like you needed more. So you spread your legs in an attempt to tell him that. He smiled and chuckled.
"I get it," he laughed. He rubbed his second finger through your wetness before pushing it in as well. "This is two fingers baby. If it's too much, tell me."
"Shit," you moaned. His other finger used more force to push in, and Heeseung reacted to your tight walls. "Fuck," he mumbled to himself. You squirm when both fingers are all the way in, and you can't stop your hips from thrusting in the air.
"This feels good, right?" He asked. You can only nod for the umpteenth time. His fingers can't help but gently thrust through the thickness of your walls, but he does it with guided ease, twisting and turning and curving them in and out. You knew he's done this before, maybe more the a couple of times. But in a way, it made you feel safe, more secure, doing this with someone who had already experienced the amusement of sex. You are entirely inexperienced, so you let him lead, and you trusted him with everything in you, soaking in every bit of pleasure that made you brain turn to goo.
A few more aching seconds later, and he does something, to which you have no clue what it was, but your back arched off the bed, and your eyes squeezed shut. A shiver runs through every bone in your body. "Oh my god," you mumbled. You dug your nails into his skin and hear him hiss.
"It's okay baby, breathe." You didn't realize you were holding your breath and it escaped in a flash. "Good or bad?"
'Good," You moaned. "Oh fuck, really good, don't stop."
Heeseung leaned forward and pecked at the delicate skin around your thighs and stomach. You sense the slight marks he's leaving, and you focus on the feeling of his mouth instead of his fingers. It helped to ease away the pain circulating in your stomach, dispersing that urge to tip over the edge. You opened your eyes and were met with his looking up at you while he sucked and kissed. Your heart pounded a mile a minute.
"Okay, okay that's enough," You pushed his fingers away. He does as you pleased, but continued to peck at your belly. Your hips lift up in an attempt to chase him after you were left empty but you knew you needed more now.
"I need you," You said. "Please, Hee. I need you so bad," You've never heard yourself so needy and whiny, but Heeseung got the message, and traveled up your body to meet your lips, your hips still jutting around.
You whimpered into the kiss, and he hushed you once more. "It's okay. I'm going to give you exactly what you want." He spoke across your lips. "Just calm down for me." Your foreheads collide, and you both breathe in and out. It helped calm your racing heart, but the sensation below was still very there.
He lifted up when he saw you were calmer, and took each finger in his mouth, sucking each dry, and making sure to catch the wetness that dripped down his hand between his index and middle.
He stood off the bed and undressed quickly. He started with his button-down and you got the pleasure to see his skin and the way he shined, outlining his smooth frame. Next was his pants, and then his underwear. You didn't intend to turn away with shyness at the way his cock sprung out of his boxers, but it overwhelmed you. He watched you get shy, and walked back, kissing at each cheek.
"This -- might hurt," he said as he settled between your legs. He kissed you tenderly, taking both hands and placing them on your waist, causing your skin to quiver. "If it starts to not feel good then tell me. Don't hesitate for even a second to say something. Let me take care of you and make this the best first time."
You listen to the words roll off his tongue, and your heart is full of so many different emotions that you could just cry. But you knew that would worry Heeseung, so you hold it, responding with a smile.
He removed his wallet from your nightstand and pulled out a condom. You decided to question him later about the reason he carried one around. You watch him pull it over his shaft, and hear your heart pounding in your ears. His hands shook as he got in position, and you place your not-much-more calmer hand over his.
"I trust you," he smiled and leaned forward to kiss you.
"I know," He hummed. He took one deep breath and placed his hands on your hips, persuading your legs to spread further. He shuffled as close as he could until his thighs were pressed deep into yours.
Your eyes fluttered shut on demand. He placed the weight of himself over you, on his arms. Out of instinct, you reach to grasp.
"I'm nervous," It tumbled out of your mouth, but you were glad you were so honest.
"Me too," He whispered, his breath shaking. "But you still want this?"
You assure him once more that this decision was final, and he nods knowingly. Seconds later, he pushed in and heat spreads throughout the lower part of you. You both were finally connected. You suck in a large breath and hold it, digging into his skin, sure that you were going to leave indents, maybe even marks. The stretch was nothing like you were expecting. It was a sting for the longest, and as he pushed in further, that dissipated and turned to discomfort.
He continued pushing until your hips meet. His flesh was inside you, pushing at your shallow and tight walls. You scrambled your hands to his back for dear life, crying out into his ear. He kissed you in an attempt to get you to ignore the pushing pain, but you're unable to kiss back.
"I love you," it made your skin tremble, but you reply back with the same words.
"I'm going to stay still and you tell me when I can move." Your hips sway in experimental motions, grinding ever so lightly. He stayed still as he promised, but you saw the urge in his eyes to move. His cock felt stiff and unwinding, the only thing with a sense of stability among the both of your racing hearts.
The pain is still there, but it's more of an ache than pure pain, and you felt a line of pleasure when you moved in a specific way. So you give him the okay to move.
His thrusts are fragile, like if he thrusted any softer, you wouldn't feel it. They moved in a pace motion, as if he's calculating every second in-between on when to go in and out. You could hear your slick pussy make a sound each time. You blushed and were thankful that he was so focused on his rhythmic movements that he doesn't notice. Or at least he didn't say anything. But you don't have time to think as he reached down to your clit and rubbed in light circles. It was enough to overcome the pain and push you into full pleasure.
"Hee!" You yelled. Your nails ripped red lines down his back.
He leaned forward, his chest flushed against yours. "I'm right here baby," He kissed at your open mouth. "I got you. You feel amazing. just keep going, keep making those noises so I know it feels good.'
His thrusts sharpened, and you can't help but yell out moans one after another. Each time you lifted your hips to get more friction, the sound of your skins slapping together echoed in the room.
"Oh my god, you feel so good." You whimpered against his ear.
"You feel even better. Thank you -- for letting me -- be your first. Fuck." He panted out.
He took one large thrust, and you gasped, feeling the ache in your stomach again as your orgasm resurfaced.
"Hee," You gasped out. "Heesueng!" You were nearly there.
"I've got you, I still have you," he said. His free hand reached up to place your nipple between his fingers and your back arched. His voice is breathy while he moaned against your throat.
"Hee!" You cried. "I think I'm close," your hips jutted uncontrollably, wanting so badly for him to press harder against your clit.
And as if he was reading your mind, he does, "come for me. Let it all go." And that was the only thing you needed to hear as it overtook your entire body. It wasn't the first time you've ever orgasmed, you weren't that pure, but it was the first one that course through your body and made you see white. It was so powerful, that for a second you couldn't hear anything. You were sure you'd never feel something like this again unless it was with Heeseung.
He kept his thrusting in you and whimpered at your walls clamping around him. His hips snapped into yours, and you knew he was coming when his teeth bit down on your flesh. You felt the sudden warmth inside you as the condom filled.
You winced as he pulled out of you. He kissed all over your bruised body. He started at the new wound on your neck and moved down to your irritated nipples that he pinched down on. You held his dark hair in your hands and combed through them as the remedy to calm your high. Words weren't spoken for a while. You need recovery time and to digest what really just happened.
"Welp," Heeseung hummed. "That's sex for you," and you both giggled.
He kissed your forehead, and smooth the hair away from your sweaty face. "You were amazing. I'm so happy I got to do that with you." He planted another kiss on your forehead. "I love you."
"I love you more," You stopped the tears from wanting to flow.
"Impossible," He remarked, smiling down. The rest of the time before your parents came back home was full of aftercare and showers. It was sore to walk, and you worried about what your parents would say if they saw you in that condition, so Heesueng came up with a plan right before they got home.
Your eyes were closed, huddled under the sheets. Your parents knocked at the door and Heeseung being his charming self explained you were fast asleep.
You couldn't help but smile ear to ear.
God, you loved that man.
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