𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 ‘ 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂? , 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈

⤷ Heeseung has always been a possessive man, but today you crossed the line

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ husband!heeseung × fem!reader

₊ ⊹ This fanfiction contains explicit sexual content, including rough sex, hair-pulling, possessive behavior, jealousy-induced anger, degrading language, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampie, and pregnancy resulting from said acts. It is intended for mature audiences only (18+). All characters are adults, and this is a fictional married AU scenario. Please read with discretion.

You had been teasing him all night at the company dinner, laughing a little too loudly at Sunghoon’s jokes, letting your hand linger on Jake’s arm when he passed you a drink, brushing against Heeseung’s bandmate just enough to make it look accidental. You knew exactly what you were doing. You wanted to see that fire in his eyes, the one that only came out when he felt like someone was trying to take what was his. Heeseung sat across the table, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching, his fingers gripping his glass until his knuckles went white. Every time you leaned toward another guy, his dark gaze burned into you, promising retribution the second you were alone.

The ride home was silent, thick with tension. He drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. You shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together at the ache already building between them, but you kept your face neutral, pretending you didn’t notice how furious he was.

The moment the door to your shared apartment clicked shut behind you, he snapped. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you around to face him, backing you against the wall so fast your breath caught.

“What the fuck was that?” he growled, voice low and dangerous, his face inches from yours. “You think you can flirt with my friends right in front of me? Touch them like that when you’re wearing my ring?”

You lifted your chin, meeting his glare with a smirk. “I wasn’t flirting. I was just being friendly.”

His eyes narrowed, and before you could say another word, his hand shot up, fingers tangling roughly in your hair. He pulled hard, tilting your head back until your scalp burned and you gasped, forced to look up at him.

“Friendly?” he repeated, voice dripping with venom. “You want to act like a little slut in front of everyone, then you’ll get treated like one.”

The sting in your scalp sent heat rushing straight to your core. You whimpered, hands coming up to grip his shirt, but he didn’t let go. Instead he dragged you by the hair toward the bedroom, making you stumble after him. You loved when he got like this, possessive and mean, when he stopped being the sweet husband everyone saw and became the man who owned you completely.

He shoved you onto the bed face down, climbing over you immediately, his weight pinning you beneath him. You felt his cock already hard against your ass through his slacks as he ground into you.

“You want attention so bad?” he hissed against your ear, yanking your head back again by the hair. “I’ll give you all the fucking attention you can handle.”

He ripped your dress up over your hips, not bothering to unclasp anything, just tearing your panties down your thighs until they caught at your knees. His fingers slid between your legs roughly, finding you soaked, and he laughed darkly.

“Already dripping. You really are a desperate little whore tonight.”

You moaned into the sheets as he shoved two fingers inside you without warning, curling them hard, pumping fast and rough until your legs shook. He didn’t ease you into it, didn’t give you time to adjust, just fucked you with his hand while his grip on your hair kept you arched and exposed.

“Please,” you gasped, pushing back against his fingers. “Heeseung—”

“Shut up,” he snarled, pulling his fingers out and slapping your pussy hard enough to make you cry out. “You don’t get to beg yet. You wanted to make me jealous, now you take what you get.”

He flipped you onto your back, climbing between your legs and shoving them apart. His belt clinked as he undid it, freeing his cock, thick and leaking at the tip. He didn’t bother with foreplay beyond what he’d already done. He lined himself up and slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

You screamed at the stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as he started fucking you hard and fast, no mercy, no slow build. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, his hips snapping against yours with punishing force. He kept one hand fisted in your hair, pulling every time he bottomed out so your back arched off the bed.

“This what you wanted?” he growled, pounding into you deeper. “Wanted me to fuck you like I hate you? Because right now I fucking do.”

You could barely form words, just broken moans and whimpers as he railed you into the mattress. Your mind started going fuzzy around the edges, pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. He shifted angles suddenly, hitting that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes, and you came hard around him without warning, clenching down on his cock as you sobbed his name.

He didn’t stop. If anything he fucked you harder through your orgasm, using your pulsing walls to chase his own release. His free hand gripped your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin.

“Look at you,” he sneered, voice rough. “Already fucked stupid. Can’t even talk. Just a dumb little cockslut taking my dick.”

You tried to answer, but all that came out was a pathetic whine. Your second orgasm built fast, crashing over you before you could brace for it, and this time he groaned low in his throat, thrusts getting erratic.

“Gonna breed this greedy pussy,” he rasped. “Fill you up so good you forget anyone else even exists. You’re gonna take every drop like the needy wife you are.”

He slammed in deep one last time and came with a guttural moan, cock pulsing as he flooded you, hot and thick. You felt it spill deep inside, so much it leaked out around him as he kept grinding slowly, making sure nothing escaped.

He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, breathing hard against your neck, then pulled out slowly and flipped you over again. You were boneless, mind blissfully blank, but he wasn’t done.

He pushed your legs up toward your chest, folding you in half, and slid back inside easily, using his cum as lube. The wet sounds were obscene as he started moving again, slower now but still deep, deliberate thrusts that made you shake.

“Keep it all inside,” he ordered, voice softer now but no less intense. “You’re gonna take load after load until I’m sure you’re knocked up. No more games. No more teasing. You’re mine.”

You could only nod dumbly, tears of overstimulation streaking your cheeks as he fucked you gently this time, almost lovingly, but still possessively. He came twice more like that, filling you until you felt swollen and dripping, until your body trembled from exhaustion and pleasure.

By the time he finally pulled out and gathered you against his chest, you were completely gone, mind floaty and empty, only able to cling to him weakly.

He kissed your forehead, fingers stroking through your hair gently now, the anger gone. “Good girl,” he murmured. “My perfect wife.”

Six weeks later, you stared at the positive pregnancy test in your shaking hands, heart pounding. When you showed it to him that night, he pulled you into his arms so tightly you could barely breathe, burying his face in your neck.

“Told you,” he whispered against your skin, voice thick with emotion. “You’re mine. Forever.”

A few months later your belly had rounded into a soft unmistakable swell under your dresses and Heeseung could barely keep the proud grin off his face whenever he looked at you. The secret had stayed between the two of you for weeks while you adjusted to morning sickness and endless cravings but now that you were safely into the second trimester he decided it was time to tell the members. He wanted them to hear it from him first not from some blurry paparazzi photo or a rumor online.

He arranged a casual dinner at the dorm under the pretense of just missing everyone and wanting to hang out. You dressed in a loose sweater that still hinted at the curve of your stomach paired with soft leggings your body already feeling heavier and more sensitive in ways that made Heeseung’s eyes darken every time he touched you. He kept his hand on the small of your back the entire drive over fingers occasionally slipping lower to squeeze your ass when he thought no one was looking through the tinted windows.

When you arrived the dorm was loud as always filled with laughter and the smell of takeout. Jungwon opened the door with a huge smile pulling you into a careful hug the moment he noticed the way you were standing a little differently. The others piled in quickly ruffling Heeseung’s hair teasing him about finally bringing his wife around again.

You settled on the couch between Heeseung and Sunghoon your husband’s arm draped possessively over your shoulders his thumb stroking the side of your neck in slow circles. The conversation flowed easily at first catching up on schedules and new music but you could feel Heeseung’s energy shifting restless and excited beside you.

Eventually Jake passed you a bottle of water instead of the usual beer and raised an eyebrow. “No soju tonight?”

You laughed softly shaking your head and Heeseung took that as his cue. He sat up straighter tightening his arm around you and cleared his throat. The room quieted almost instantly everyone turning to look at him.

“So,” he started voice steady but laced with barely contained pride “we’ve got something to tell you guys.”

Sunghoon leaned forward elbows on his knees already smirking like he knew. “You’re moving? Getting a dog? What?”

Heeseung glanced at you his eyes soft for a second before he looked back at the members. “We’re having a baby.”

The room exploded.

Jungwon jumped up first yelling something incoherent and launching himself at Heeseung for a hug. Jake’s mouth fell open before he broke into the widest grin shouting “No way hyung you’re gonna be a dad?” Jay was already up pulling you gently into his arms murmuring congratulations while Ni-ki looked stunned then ecstatic bouncing on his toes. Sunoo squealed covering his mouth with both hands eyes already tearing up and even Sunghoon the one you’d teased that night months ago stood up to clap Heeseung hard on the back his smile genuine.

“You sneaky bastard,” Sunghoon laughed shaking his head. “All those times you disappeared early from schedule saying you were tired my ass.”

Heeseung smirked pulling you closer against his side his hand sliding down to rest openly on your belly now. “What can I say? I’ve been very busy.”

The teasing started immediately of course. Jake waggled his eyebrows. “Busy huh? We all know what that means.”

Jay pretended to gag. “Please spare us the details I eat in this room.”

But Heeseung just laughed low and filthy leaning in so only you and the closest members could hear. “They have no idea how busy.”

You felt heat rush to your cheeks remembering exactly how it happened the way he’d fucked you raw and deep over and over that night hair pulled and hips bruised until you were dripping with him. Your thighs pressed together instinctively and Heeseung noticed immediately his fingers tightening on your stomach possessive and proud.

Jungwon plopped down on your other side reaching out hesitantly. “Can I?” he asked gesturing to your belly.

You nodded smiling and he placed his palm gently over the swell eyes wide. “Whoa it’s real. There’s a tiny human in there.”

“A tiny Heeseung,” Sunoo teased wiping his eyes. “God help us all.”

Heeseung flipped him off but he was beaming couldn’t stop smiling as the members crowded around asking questions wanting to know the due date if you knew the gender yet if you had names picked out. Every time someone touched your belly or congratulated you Heeseung’s grip on you tightened just a fraction his chest puffed out like he’d won something monumental.

Later when the chaos calmed a little and everyone was eating Heeseung pulled you onto his lap on the couch not caring who saw. His hand splayed wide over your stomach rubbing slow circles while he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder.

“You okay?” he murmured against your skin voice low.

You nodded turning your head to brush your lips against his jaw. “More than okay. They’re so happy for us.”

He hummed fingers slipping just under the hem of your sweater to touch bare skin. “Good. Because I’m about to be insufferable about this. Everyone’s gonna know you’re carrying my kid.”

You laughed quietly shifting in his lap and feeling the way he was already half hard beneath you. “You’re already insufferable.”

“Wait till we get home,” he whispered voice dropping into that dark register that made you shiver. “Gonna remind you exactly how this happened. Slow this time. Wanna feel you come around me while I tell you how perfect you look swollen with my baby.”

Your breath hitched and he smirked against your neck knowing exactly what he did to you.

Across the room Jake caught the look on Heeseung’s face and groaned loudly. “Oh my god get a room you two.”

Heeseung didn’t even glance away from you eyes locked on yours as he answered. “We have one. And tonight I’m using it.”

The members erupted into complaints and laughter again but you barely heard them lost in the heat of his gaze and the promise in his words. Your husband the father of your child was still the same possessive jealous man who’d bred you that night and he wasn’t ever going to let you forget it.

The comeback preparations had been brutal for weeks now, endless dance practices that ran until dawn, vocal sessions that left throats raw, meetings about concepts and promotions that dragged on forever. Heeseung, as the oldest and the one who felt responsible for everything going perfectly, was carrying the heaviest load. You saw it building in him day by day, the way his smiles grew thinner, how his patience frayed at the edges, the dark circles deepening under his eyes no matter how much you coaxed him to sleep.

By the time the final week hit he was a live wire. He snapped at the choreographer over a tiny timing issue, argued with the producers about a single note in the guide track, even raised his voice at Jungwon during a run-through when the youngest slipped up on a step he’d been struggling with. The dorm felt like it was holding its breath around him. You tried to help, bringing him food he barely touched, rubbing his shoulders until he shrugged you off with a clipped “I’m fine” that was anything but.

That evening he came home late again, slamming the door hard enough to rattle the frames on the wall. You were curled on the couch in one of his hoodies waiting for him like always but the moment he walked in you could feel the storm rolling off him.

He didn’t even look at you at first, just kicked off his shoes and stalked toward the kitchen muttering under his breath. When you stood to greet him he finally turned and the exhaustion and anger in his eyes made your stomach twist.

“Not now,” he said voice sharp. “I don’t have the energy for this tonight.”

You frowned stepping closer anyway because you hated seeing him like this. “Heeseung you haven’t eaten since lunch. Let me heat something up at least.”

“I said not now!” he snapped louder this time hands clenching at his sides. “Everyone wants something from me all fucking day and I just need five minutes without someone needing me okay?”

The words hit harder than he probably meant them to. You froze feeling your throat tighten. You weren’t everyone. You were his wife the one who’d been holding everything together while he poured himself into work. But before you could respond the door opened again and Jake poked his head in followed by Jay and Sunghoon.

They took one look at Heeseung’s face and your expression and seemed to understand immediately.

“Hey,” Jay said carefully voice calm. “We were actually coming to steal your wife for a bit if that’s cool.”

Heeseung glared at them jaw tight. “What?”

Sunghoon stepped inside hands in his pockets casual but firm. “We figured she’s been stuck here playing nurse for weeks. Thought we’d take her out get some fresh air maybe grab dessert. Give you the place to yourself to unwind.”

You opened your mouth to protest because leaving him alone when he was like this felt wrong but Jake was already moving toward you smiling gently. “Come on it’ll be good for you too. You look like you haven’t seen daylight in days.”

Heeseung’s eyes flicked to you and for a second something like guilt flashed across his face but the anger was still there simmering too close to the surface. He rubbed a hand over his face exhaling harshly.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Go. I don’t care.”

The words were cold and you felt them like a slap. Jay’s brow furrowed but he didn’t say anything just gently took your arm while Sunghoon grabbed your coat from the hook.

You let them lead you out because staying would only make things worse right now. The door clicked shut behind you and you heard something crash inside a muffled curse following it. Your chest ached but Jake squeezed your shoulder.

“He didn’t mean it,” he said quietly as you walked to the van. “He’s just drowning right now. He’ll calm down once he’s alone for five minutes.”

Sunghoon opened the door for you helping you in like you were fragile which at seven months pregnant you kind of were. “We’re kidnapping you for ice cream and whatever cheesy holiday lights you want to see,” he declared. “No arguing.”

Jay slid into the driver’s seat glancing at you in the rearview. “You pick the music. And if you want to rant about your asshole husband we’ll listen. Or we can just not talk about him at all.”

You managed a small laugh despite the lump in your throat settling between Jake and Sunghoon in the back. “Holiday lights sound good. And maybe the ice cream place with the giant sundaes.”

“That’s the spirit,” Jake grinned reaching over to pat your belly gently. “This little one deserves some sugar too.”

They took you across the city to the big outdoor market strung with thousands of twinkling lights vendors selling hot chocolate and roasted chestnuts. Jay bought you a ridiculous oversized scarf because the night air was cold and you kept shivering. Sunghoon insisted on taking photos of you under the lights your belly round and obvious under your coat hand resting on it while you smiled softly.

Jake fed you bites of warm churros and made stupid jokes until you were laughing for real tension easing out of your shoulders. They didn’t bring up Heeseung again just kept you distracted with stories about old tours and dumb things the members had done recently.

By the time they dropped you back home hours later your cheeks hurt from smiling and you felt lighter than you had in weeks. The apartment was dark when you stepped inside only the soft glow of the lamp in the living room.

Heeseung was on the couch head in his hands. He looked up the moment he heard you his eyes red-rimmed hair a mess. The anger was gone replaced by something raw and apologetic.

You paused in the doorway and he stood immediately crossing the room in three strides. He didn’t say anything at first just pulled you into his arms carefully around your belly burying his face in your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered voice rough. “I’m so fucking sorry baby. I didn’t mean to yell at you. I’m just I’m losing it and I took it out on you and you don’t deserve that.”

You melted into him hands coming up to stroke his back. “It’s okay,” you murmured. “I know you’re stressed.”

“It’s not okay,” he pulled back just enough to cup your face thumbs brushing your cheeks. “You’re carrying our baby and dealing with all my shit and I was an asshole. The members texted me photos of you smiling under the lights and I felt like the biggest piece of shit alive.”

You smiled softly at that because of course they’d sent him proof you were okay. “They took good care of me. Fed me sugar and made me laugh.”

He rested his forehead against yours exhaling shakily. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do,” you whispered kissing him gently. “We’re in this together remember? Even when you’re a grumpy exhausted idiot.”

He huffed a wet laugh pulling you over to the couch and settling you in his lap like he couldn’t stand not touching you. His hands slid under your sweater palms warm against the swell of your stomach.

“I love you,” he said quietly voice thick. “Both of you. So much it scares me sometimes.”

You threaded your fingers through his hair leaning in to kiss him again slower this time. “We love you too. Just remember to breathe okay? And maybe let the members steal me more often if it means you get space to be human.”

He nodded burying his face against your chest holding you close like he was afraid you’d disappear. The stress wasn’t gone comeback week was still looming but in that moment wrapped around each other on the quiet couch it felt manageable again. Together.

The concert hall was packed to the rafters, lights flashing in sync with the opening beats as ENHYPEN exploded onto the stage for their final show of the tour. The energy was electric, fans screaming every lyric back at them, lightsticks waving like an ocean of color. From your seat in the family section near the side of the stage, hidden behind tinted barriers, you watched Heeseung move through the choreography with his usual precision, but you could tell something was off. His smiles were tight, his eyes scanning the crowd less playfully than usual, and every time the music paused between songs he rubbed the back of his neck like he was carrying the weight of the world.

You knew why.

Earlier that afternoon you had gone into labor.

It started as mild contractions while you were at home, nothing urgent, but by the time you texted Heeseung during his pre-show rehearsal the pains had gotten sharper and closer together. He had panicked immediately, calling you while sprinting to the dressing room, demanding to leave the venue and come straight to the hospital. Management and the staff wouldn’t let him. The show was sold out, live streamed globally, the finale of months of work. They promised him you weren’t fully dilated yet, that the members’ staff had already arranged a driver to take you to the hospital with a manager and a bodyguard, that they would update him every step of the way. He had argued until his voice cracked, but in the end he had to stay.

Now he was performing while his wife was in labor without him.

You clutched your phone tightly in one hand and your belly with the other, breathing through another contraction as the boys finished a high-energy track and moved into the ment segment. Jake and Sunghoon kept glancing at Heeseung worriedly, trying to pull him into the usual playful banter with the crowd, but he stayed quiet, staring at his shoes.

Finally the MC handed him the mic after Jungwon finished thanking the fans. Heeseung took it, grip tight, and stepped forward under the spotlight. The arena quieted, sensing something different in his posture.

He cleared his throat, voice a little hoarse when he spoke.

“Today is really special,” he started, forcing a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “But it’s also really hard for me.”

The fans murmured, confused and concerned. Heeseung looked out over the sea of lightsticks, then his gaze flicked toward your section even though he couldn’t see you through the barrier. His jaw clenched.

“My wife,” he said, and the crowd erupted into cheers at the mention of you, everyone knowing how much he loved talking about you in ments. He waited for them to quiet down, swallowing hard.

“My wife is in the hospital right now. She’s in labor. Our baby is coming tonight.”

The screams that followed were deafening, a mix of shock and excitement and happy tears. The members’ heads snapped toward him, eyes wide; they hadn’t known he was going to say it. Jake’s mouth actually fell open. Sunghoon reached over and gripped Heeseung’s shoulder supportively.

Heeseung’s voice wavered, but he kept going.

“I wanted to be with her. I begged to leave, but they told me I had to stay for you, for the show, for the members. And I understand that. I do. You’ve all waited so long for tonight. But it’s killing me that I’m not holding her hand right now.”

His eyes were glassy under the stage lights, and he laughed wetly, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry if I seem off tonight. I’m trying my best, but half of my heart is already at that hospital. I just… I needed you to know why.”

The arena filled with a wave of comforting cheers, fans shouting “It’s okay!” and “We love you!” and “Tell her we’re cheering for her!” in Korean and English and every language. Someone started a chant of your name mixed with Heeseung’s, and soon the whole venue was roaring it.

Heeseung pressed a hand over his heart, bowing deeply, tears finally slipping free. Jay stepped up beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and speaking into his own mic.

“We’re gonna finish this show strong for hyung and for his family,” Jay promised firmly. “And the second the last note ends we’re dragging him straight to the hospital.”

The crowd screamed in agreement. Heeseung laughed through the tears, nodding.

“Thank you,” he said, voice thick. “Thank you for understanding. I love you all so much. And baby,” he looked straight toward your hidden section again, “if you’re watching this somehow, I’m coming to you as soon as I can. I love you. Both of you. Just hold on a little longer.”

The lights dimmed for the next song, but the energy in the arena had shifted into something fierce and protective. Every move Heeseung made for the rest of the concert was fueled by adrenaline and desperation to finish perfectly so he could get to you faster. The members covered for him seamlessly when his voice cracked on high notes, hyped the crowd even harder to carry the atmosphere.

When the final encore ended and the lights came up, Heeseung didn’t even wait for the usual bows or waves. He dropped his mic, bolted off stage, and the last thing the fans saw was the other six members chasing after him laughing and shouting encouragement as security rushed to clear a path.

Forty minutes later he burst into your delivery room still in half his stage makeup, sweat-damp hair, and the same shirt he’d performed in, eyes wild until they landed on you.

You were exhausted, sweaty, gripping the bed rails through another contraction, but the moment you saw him you started crying.

He was at your side in seconds, grabbing your hand, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your lips, apologizing over and over in a broken whisper.

“I’m here,” he kept saying, voice shaking as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m here now baby I’m so sorry I’m here.”

And when your daughter finally came into the world an hour later, red-faced and screaming, the first arms she was placed into were her father’s trembling ones. He stared down at her in complete awe, tears streaming silently as he cradled her against his chest.

“Hi princess,” he whispered, voice raw. “Daddy made it. I promised I would.”

He leaned over to you, laying the tiny bundle on your chest so you could both hold her together, his hand stroking your hair gently.

“You did so good,” he murmured against your temple. “You’re both perfect. I love you more than anything in this world.”

Outside the window, the city lights twinkled like the arena had hours before, but nothing compared to the light in his eyes as he looked at his new family. All the stress, the anger, the helplessness of the night melted away the second he held you both.

He was exactly where he was meant to be.