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AH THIS IS SO GOOD IM SAUR SAD ITS ENDING

This is my fav series ever, like this is everything. Hee and yn jus 🤌🤌🤌 ima literally go rr this entire series again cus its jus that good

And im saur glad yn didn't hesitate to patch thing up w seeun like she was immediately like I go talk to her and I love that. And hee and yn are just such a chef's kiss. If my future relationship/bf isn't like thus then.... I don't want it.

AGAIN I NEED THIS TO BE FRKXN MOVIE WITH HEE AND AS THE LEAD OFC

dancing in a snow globe - lhs (m)

and so it goes / you two are dancing in a snow globe 'round and 'round / and he keeps a picture of you in his office downtown / and you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars / and why i've spent my whole life trying to put it into words - you are in love by taylor swift

pairing. best friend’s brother!heeseung x fem!reader synopsis. two things happen in this: you talk it out with Seeun and you fuck your boyfriend! the end <3 genre. secret relationship but then they go to college so it's not secret anymore, bit of angst at beginning but then it's just fluff and smut (mdni!!) word count. 5.8k im sorry its so short! a/n. she's finally here!! hope u guys enjoy, shes a bit short but i didnt want to make the drama go for an unnecessarily long time and now that theyre together well it's not as much fun is it.. so i just wanted to tie the series up in a nice way !! as always lmk what u think and thank u to @zreamy for beta reading <3

series masterlist - part one - part two - part three 100 kisses masterlist - prompt 78 pushing your lover onto the bed, kissing down their stomach

“I have to talk to her.”

Wrenching your wrist from Heeseung’s grasp feels like ripping out an IV drip from your arm after a summer-long coma, but you know that if you don’t run after Seeun immediately, you’ll aggravate an already grave situation. After all, kissing Heeseung in broad daylight when his sister could’ve come out of her room and found you at any time - and she did - was a recipe for disaster, you were well aware of that. But you let yourself get carried away by the feeling of Heeseung’s lips on yours.

You chase after Seeun towards her room, dashing past Chaeyoung on the stairs’ upper landing. The sound of her slamming the door behind her resonates in your ears. You haven’t prepared for this - you’re the type of person who rehearses their order a hundred times in their head before placing it, and yet you haven’t even spared a thought for how you’d tell your best friend you’re dating her brother. Perhaps you wanted it not to happen so badly, you hadn’t even been able to think about it. 

But now that it is happening, you have no choice but to find a way to explain everything to her. You regret so intensely not telling her when you had the opportunity, instead making this whole thing a lot harder for you - and probably for her, too. If you had a sibling, you don’t think you’d like catching them with their tongue down Seeun or Chaeyoung’s throat on an otherwise peaceful Sunday morning.

You take a deep breath before opening the door to Seeun’s bedroom. She’s facing her window, arms crossed over her chest. You close the door quietly and take a few steps towards her without saying a word, preparing yourself for whatever she has in store - insults, yelling, maybe even a slap. You feel like you deserve it. 

What you don’t expect is for her to turn around and look at you with trembling lips and heavy tears rolling down her face. Your heart breaks at the sight, at the thought of having hurt your best friend so badly, and you let your head fall down in shame, your own tears threatening to spill. Your hands bunch into tight fists as you fight the urge to hug her - you don’t think that’d be the right thing to do right now. 

“We’ve always been so honest with each other… I just don’t get it,” she says, voice shaking with every intake of breath. “I asked you, Y/N. I asked you directly and you lied to my face. I wouldn’t have been mad if you’d just told me.”

You sniffle as one of your tears rolls down your cheek and disappears into the carpeted floor. You hate yourself for crying right now, but you can’t stop. “I know. I’m so sorry.”

Seeun sighs deeply. “I’m trying to understand, but I just don’t. I get that dating your friend’s brother is a bit awkward, but you could’ve told me. I don’t…” She scoffs, wiping one of her cheeks with the back of her hand. “Am I that bad of a friend that you thought you couldn’t tell me about this?”

Your head whips up at her words, your eyes wide in alarm. Without thinking, you take quick steps towards her and place your hands on both of her arms. “No, Seeun, that’s not it. At all. I’m the bad friend here. This is…” You lower your head as your hands fall to your side. “It’s all my fault.” 

The sound of the door opening makes you both turn around. Chaeyoung peeks her head through the door, an uncharacteristically awkward smile on her lips before she steps in. “Don’t mind me. I won’t say anything, I just wanna be here in case a fight breaks out,” she says as she takes a seat on Seeun’s bed. You raise your eyebrows at her and she sighs. “Fine. I just wanna know what’s being said. You guys know I hate being left out.”

Seeun shakes her head and joins Chaeyeong on the bed, patting the space next to her for you to follow. A few seconds of silence pass before Seeun nudges your side. “So? Are you going to explain yourself?” she asks, a small smile on her lips, but the sadness is still clear in her eyes.

You’ve rarely been this grateful for your friend. You can tell that no matter how hurt she is, she’s trying to make this easier for everyone and keep it as light-hearted as possible. 

“Right,” you say, smiling meekly. “I guess I should start by saying I’ve liked Heeseung for a really, really long time-”

“Huh?!” 

If the situation was any different, you’d have burst into laughter at Seeun’s expression of utter disbelief. Eyes wide and mouth hanging open, she looks like you just told her Heeseung’s your big brother. 

“Is that… really surprising?” you ask, gaze going back and forth between her and Chaeyeong, who just shrugs. For once, she actually remains silent when she says she will.

Seeun’s expression shifts into a vexed frown. “Y/N. Before this year, my brother was the king of losers. Why on Earth would you have liked him?”

You can’t help the shy smile that spreads on your lips. “I thought he was cute.”

Your friend’s face scrunches up in disgust. “Okay, maybe we shouldn’t be having this conversation. I don’t think I can handle Heeseung being referred to as cute,” she says, making the word sound vomit-inducing. “Just spare me the details, okay? A big picture will suffice.”

Relieved laughter bubbles in your throat, but you keep it from spilling out. “Okay. So, I liked him for a while, but I never did anything about it. Then, at the beginning of this summer… Do you remember that party we had? And he and I had to go into the closet for that game?”

“Oh God,” Seeun whispers.

“We might have- well, we kissed.”

“Oh God,” she repeats, much louder this time.

“Jake and I caught them right in the act,” Chaeyeong giggles. The way her smile drops instantly when Seeun whips her head around and fixes her with a death glare is priceless. 

“So you knew?”

“This isn’t about me,” Chaeyeong says, physically retreating into the bed and busying herself with her phone.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Seeun threatens, then turns back to you. “So what? Did you start dating after that?”

“Not quite.” As quickly and with as little detail as you can, you brief her about the events of the past several weeks: panicking and ignoring Heeseung, talking it out, getting together, sneaking around. You make sure not to mention the things you got up to in the backseat of his car.

“Okay. That’s all fine, but it doesn’t explain why you kept it all a big secret. Even your… crush back in high school.”

“Middle school,” Chaeyeong corrects.

“You stay quiet,” Seeun says, pointing an accusatory finger at her.

You sigh. “It was just so… embarrassing.”

“Having a crush on my brother? You can say that again.”

“No- well, yeah, but not for the reason you think. Not because he was Heeseung, but because he was your brother. I never thought he would like me back, and I was scared that telling you would just make things weird. I didn’t tell anyone, unless you count my diary. I just didn’t wanna risk our friendship, or him finding out. And then I got so used to keeping it a secret that even when it started getting serious, I couldn’t say anything. If Chaeyeong and Jake hadn’t caught us, no one would’ve known. I honestly don’t know how long it would’ve stayed that way. And I feel so stupid for not saying something sooner, even when you asked me about it directly… I’m not sure what went through my head. Sheer panic, probably,” you say, getting a chuckle out of your friends. “I’m really sorry.” 

For a few seconds, silence stretches between the two of you, and you repeat your words over in your head, hoping you chose the right ones and managed to not worsen the situation.

When you look over at Seeun, she presses her lips into a pout. “I’m sorry too, Y/N. Genuinely,” she says, leaving you taken aback. 

“What for?”

“For making you feel like you couldn’t tell us,” Seeun starts. Chaeyeong lifts her gaze from her phone. “I told you guys about Sunghoon like a week after it started, and those seven days were the longest of my life. I just wanted to run to you both and tell you all about it, but I was scared I’d jinx it. I’m not saying you did the right thing by not saying anything, but I get why you did it. Also ‘cause Heeseung is my brother, obviously, and that makes it even harder for you to come out with it than if it was just someone we’d known for a long time.”

“Do you think you’ll tell Heeseung about Sunghoon?” Chaeyeong asks.

“I should probably tell Sunghoon about Sunghoon first,” Seeun says, smiling. “And I’m definitely not telling Heeseung right now, otherwise I won’t be able to get mad at him for sneaking around with my best friend behind my back, even though that’s exactly what I’m planning on doing with his best friend.”

“Fair enough,” Chaeyeong says, shrugging.

A few seconds pass. “Don’t get too mad at him,” you say quietly, knowing what kind of reaction that coming to Heeseung’s defense will elicit. Indeed, Chaeyeong bursts into giggles and oohs at your protectiveness, while Seeun loudly groans and buries her face in her hands.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ll wait until you’re home to yell at him.”

You tilt your head to the side, imagining Heeseung cowering in fear as his little sister rips him a new one. “I don’t know if that does make me feel better, but I appreciate the intention.”

Just then, your phone buzzes with a call from your mom. “Oh right, the Farmer’s Market. I guess I should go now…”

“You’re actually going to that?” Seeun asks.

You chuckle. “Yeah. I wasn’t lying about everything. I’ll see you guys later?” you ask, suddenly unsure of where you and Seeun now stand. She doesn’t seem as angry as you expected her to be, but you don’t think she is a hundred percent happy with you, either.

Seeun nods and Chaeyeong smiles at you. For now, things are good.

--

You still remember walking down the stairs that day and finding Heeseung sprawled out on the couch, staring at the ceiling with an empty look on his face. He’d lifted his head at the sound of your footsteps and scrambled off the couch when he saw it was you, almost tripping on his way over.

“Is everything okay?” he asked frantically, both of his hands reaching for yours and squeezing them hard. He seemed about as worried as someone expecting to be diagnosed with a life-threatening illness. You smiled fondly at his theatrics, squeezing his hands back. You leaned in for a quick peck, not lingering so you wouldn’t get caught for the exact same thing just ten minutes later, and that eased some of the tension in his features.

“We’re okay.”

But that was a month ago already.

Now, when you look at Heeseung, there’s none of that worry creasing his brows, none of that sadness pulling the corners of his lips down into a pout. It’s unabashed happiness he glows with, unbridled affection in his eyes when they find your own - and not just when it’s the two of you, but also when others are around. He doesn’t even mind their teasing, all he cares about is showing everyone you’re his. You had never pegged Heeseung to be so into PDA, but the boy is full of surprises.

You think all the ostentatious pet names and kissing and hand-holding are due to Seeun’s close watch over the two of you in the last weeks of summer. Sure, she was fine with you dating, but you didn’t need to be all up in her face about it. She also invited you and Chaeyeong over even more often than before, saying she wanted as much Y/N-time as she could get before you went off to a different college, and that Heeseung would have all the time in the world later on, which meant that you didn’t get to see your boyfriend all that much before you moved out. So you have an inkling that Heeseung wants to make up for all that time lost.

“I missed you so much, baby,” Heeseung murmurs between kisses, lips moving against your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

You smile, closing your eyes at the sensation. “We saw each other yesterday, Hee.”

“I know, and the time in-between was hell.”

You hum when his lips find yours, his kiss desperate and needy and leaving you breathless. Not much work comes with the first week of classes, especially for a first-year student like you, so this is a situation you’ve found yourself in most days since you’ve been back: him sitting back against the headboard of his or your bed (but usually his, because he fell off of your single bed while sleeping over once and is traumatized since), you sat in his lap, making out until your lips are all swollen and your body burns all over.

Even though he’s not particularly shy around others, when you find yourselves alone, he has no restraints whatsoever. After a week at university, you don’t think there’s a single part of your body he hasn’t touched. If you’re not in class or going to freshers’ events (because you don’t want to be that girl who only hangs out with her boyfriend), you’re with him - and if you’re with him, his hands are on you in some capacity. And as much as he loves touching you, he’s made it clear that he loves kissing you even more.

You’re in the middle of one of your makeout sessions when the front door opens and Yunjin loudly announces her arrival. She pounds her fist on the door, making you jump back in shock. “Pizza’s here!” she screams through the door.

As if on cue, your stomach growls at the prospect of food. When your eyes meet, you and Heeseung burst into giggles. He hugs you closer to him, burying his face in the crook of your neck and pressing a soft kiss there. “Let’s go eat.”

“One more second,” you whisper, tightening your grip around him. So maybe you’ve been quite needy too. 

Heeseung definitely lets more than one second pass before he leans back. “Whatever you do, just don’t agree with Jake when he asks to watch Puss in Boots, okay?”

“Why? It’s a good film,” you shrug.

Heeseung shakes his head rapidly, a serious look on his face. “He made me watch it five times last year. One time is fun. Two times is fine. The third time, I wanted to throw myself out the window.”

“That’s a bit much, Hee,” you say, smiling.

“I don’t know what I’ll do if I have to sit through it a sixth time.”

“You’re acting like he’s holding you at gunpoint to watch this movie.”

Heeseung pouts. “It’d hurt his feelings if I didn’t watch it with him.”

The first thing Jake asks when you step into their living room is whether you want to watch Puss in Boots, and you almost say yes just to annoy Heeseung, but the alarmed look Yunjin shoots you makes you rethink your actions. You find a way to say no to Jake, and the sad puppy look on his face makes you understand why Heeseung had to follow the adventures of an animated cat wearing shoes so many times.

After much debating, you settle for Superbad, and the warmth of Heeseung’s arm around your shoulders as you eat pizza and watch a stupid movie takes you right back to that night at his and Seeun’s house. The difference is that now, you could turn your head and kiss him and all you’d get in response would be an annoyed grunt from Yunjin. You let your head fall on his shoulder and smile at how far you’ve come since then.

“Last one to raise their hand has to clean!” Jake yells as soon as the credits roll, pointing to the ceiling. Yunjin and Heeseung are apparently so used to this that their reaction comes immediately, while you haven’t even had the time to comprehend the situation. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” he says sarcastically before dashing out of the room. 

“Good night,” Yunjin bids ungracefully, yawning her way through the two words.

You lift your head to look at your boyfriend. “Your flatmates are nice,” you say flatly.

Heeseung ruffles your hair. “We’ll work on your reflexes. Come on, I’ll help you.” He extends a hand out to you as he stands from the couch, and you take it, letting him help you up.

“You say that like it wasn’t a given.”

“Or I could go to my room and let you do everything?”

“You’re the best boyfriend in the world and I love you so much, you know that?” you coo with the sweetest voice you can muster, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He sighs but a smile grows on his lips. “I love you more.” He leans down to kiss you, your lips instantly responding to his as they move languidly against each other. For a bit, the room around you disappears and you feel like you’re floating on a pink cloud until Heeseung leans back, eyes staying closed for a few seconds. “Sadly, the power of love can’t clean these pizza boxes.”

You roll your eyes but get to work anyways. You chat about your respective days as he does the dishes and you put the leftovers in tupperware - there hadn’t been much conversation made when you got to his apartment, Heeseung immediately pulling you into his room to do something that didn’t require much talking.

He wears a soft smile as you tell him about the amount of people who turned up for the Wine Society’s event - clearly, college students would never miss out on free alcohol, even at 2 p.m. on a Tuesday. There’s something about his smile that makes you suddenly stop talking for a second, your brain going completely blank. It might be because it’s so tender, even when you’re recounting such a trivial story. You wonder if it’s the reason you love him so much. 

Before he can ask you why you’ve gone silent mid-sentence, you wrap your arms around his middle and rest your cheek against the back of his neck. You feel his shoulders shake lightly against you as he chuckles.

“I really, really like you, Hee.”

“I really, really like you too, Y/N. Guess it’s a good thing we’re dating.”

“It’s a really, really good thing,” you agree.

You keep your hold on him as he reaches for a towel and dries his hands, then turns around to face you. His touch is warm against your skin when he cups your cheek with one hand and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear with the other. 

“You know, as hot as all the sneaking around and making out in my car was, I’m glad we don’t have to hide anymore. I’d much rather be able to do this and not care if someone walks through the door.”

“Do what?” you taunt, gaze drifting down to his lips. 

A smirk lifts the corners of his lips. “This,” he whispers before leaning down and kissing you. Even though you’ve probably done this a thousand times by now, the feeling of his lips on yours still manages to take your breath away. It starts out slow and soft, but deepens in a matter of seconds as your need for him grows and your hands tighten their grip on his t-shirt, bringing him closer to you. Before you know it, his fingers have lost themselves in your hair and he spins you around to trap you behind the kitchen counter and his body. 

He hums into your mouth when your hands sneak their way under his soft cotton t-shirt, brushing along the even softer skin of his waist. It makes him press his body into yours, and you should not be so surprised to feel something hard against your lower stomach, but you lean back nonetheless and raise your eyebrows at Heeseung, a teasing smile on your face as you lower your gaze down his body and back up to his face.

“See what you do to me, baby?”

Just as you’re about to lean back in, Yunjin announces her presence by loudly clearing your throat. With a tilt of her head, she gestures to the sink, and you and Heeseung awkwardly move away from it.

“Your room is like, ten meters away, Heeseung. You can provide the lady with something more romantic than LED kitchen lighting,” Yunjin says, clearly unimpressed as she fills a glass with tap water.

When you look over to Heeseung, his face is bright red and his eyes are fixed on the floor, clearly avoiding Yunjin. So much for not caring about anyone seeing you. You grab his hand and apologize to Yunjin, wishing her good night with a giggle as you walk out of the kitchen.

“Night, lovebirds,” she sing-songs in return.

You lead Heeseung to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth together, and you make him forget about getting caught by pretending you’ll spit your toothpaste at him and dancing stupidly on the tiled floor. He quickly joins in, and you dance to a song only the two of you can hear.

But then, as you wipe your makeup off, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls down the spaghetti strap of your tank top to press a kiss to your shoulder, and all you can think about is how immediately you need him.

You make sure his t-shirt is gone as soon as the door of his bedroom closes behind you, and you practically push him onto his bed, leaving him to chuckle at your enthusiasm. His laughter fades when your lips attach themselves to his skin, kissing, sucking and biting your way down his torso and to his stomach, leaving a small mark right where you know he’s most sensitive. You feel his muscles contract against your touch, especially as you near his waistband. Just as you’re about to hook your fingers under it, Heeseung calls your name.

“C’mere, baby. I wanna kiss you.” 

And just like that, you’re back in your usual position. Sitting in his lap, you hold onto his frame for dear life, one hand tangled in his messy hair and the other gripping onto his right shoulder, where you’re sure he’ll find nail marks tomorrow. You can’t help yourself - between the warmth of his lips against your neck, teeth scraping against the skin here and there, and the feeling of his bulge pressed right against your core, you feel like you’re on the verge of explosion.

One thing you’ve quickly come to learn about Heeseung is that he’ll always give you what you want - you just have to ask for it. You aren’t sure if it is to make sure he only does the things you want him to, or if he just likes hearing you beg. You have a suspicion it’s the latter.

You lower yourself as much as you can onto him, hoping that the deep moan he lets out at the feeling of you pressed flush against him is a sign he’s gotten your message. You start to move in a back-and-forth motion against him, whining whenever his bulge brushes against your clit, and pick up speed when his grip on your hip tightens, guiding you in your motions. The longer this lasts, the more erratic your breathing gets, and the hotter the fire in your core burns - you bury your face in Heeseung’s neck and moan his name, but still, he doesn’t free you of your torture, although you’re sure he knows what you want.

“Something wrong, baby?” he coos in a fake sympathetic voice as his hands trail up your back, slowly lifting your shirt. Even though you know better, you just whine in response. Of course, your boyfriend isn’t satisfied with that. 

“You’re a big girl, use your words.”

“Need you, Hee.” Lips moving against his neck, your voice is muffled when you speak, but luckily for you, he doesn’t make you repeat yourself. God knows he’s done that before. 

“Yeah? You want it, angel?” he asks just as his hands come to your front, cupping your breasts. He kisses you to dampen your moans - this isn’t necessarily something he wants Jake and Yunjin to hear. The sweet noises you make are for him and him only.

“I do,” you say, biting down on his shoulder just to drive your point home.

He keeps a hand on your breasts, fingers playing with one of your nipples and making you restless in his lap while his other hand travels down your body, nearing the place you need him most. He pushes the flimsy fabric of your panties aside and, apparently not in too much of a teasing mood tonight, immediately slides a digit between your folds, gathering some of your slick before pushing in. A sigh of pleasure follows your initial gasp, and you lift your head from his shoulder to find his lips - if you don’t make yourself concentrate on something other than his finger inside you, you know you’ll come embarrassingly quickly. The kiss is messy and wet, but it swallows all the noises you unwittingly let out, and it adds to your growing light-headedness.

“Always so wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” Heeseung teases when you break apart for a breather. It’s clear that he’s not actually waiting for an answer by the way he presses a second finger inside of you, stretching you and getting you ready for him. When his thumb starts drawing circles on your clit, it gets too much - it feels like you’ll actually die if you don’t have his dick inside of you right this instant.

“Please, Hee,” you manage to say, voice so weak it sounds like you’re on the verge of crying, which might actually happen if things go on like this.

Heeseung chuckles and pecks your cheek. “All right, love.”

You get off of his lap and lay on your back, ridding yourself of your shirt in the process, as he retrieves a condom from his bedside table drawer. He takes off his sweatpants and underwear at the same time, and you can’t help but rub your thighs together to relieve some of the tension there. You don’t need to look at him to know your reaction makes him smirk. Defined muscles, a thin layer of sweat covering his skin, huge dick - it’s not your fault your boyfriend looks so good. 

You watch intently as he pumps himself a few times then unrolls the condom around his dick. Placing his hands on your stomach, he heads straight for your breasts, wrapping his lips around one nipple, then the other. You squirm underneath him, and as good as it feels, you whine and buck your hips up to remind him of what you’re waiting for.

“I know, I know. You’re so impatient,” he murmurs, biting your earlobe in reprimand.

“You’re just taking too long.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, threading your fingers through his hair as he hovers over you, resting his forearm next to your head to prop himself up. With one hand, he guides the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making you sigh. A low grunt escapes his throat when he finally pushes in, taking his time to fill you up. He buries his face in the crook of your neck when he bottoms out, stilling there to give you time to adjust.

When you tell him he can move, he starts with shallow thrusts, but just that makes your head spin already. You hook your legs around his hips, and the new angle allows him to brush against your g-spot with every thrust. Your moans increase in volume as his pace starts to quicken, but he shushes you gently - which for some reason, turns you on even more.

“Feels good, baby?”

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly, hands tightening their grip on his hair.

He lifts his head from your neck to watch you, but you can’t hold his gaze. The room is dimly-lit, the artificial lighting from the street outside the only thing making it possible for you to even make out Heeseung’s features, but it’s enough to see the lust in his eyes. Your eyebrows scrunch in overwhelming pleasure when he snakes a hand down your body, two fingers finding your clit once again and matching the pace of his thrusts. 

“God, I missed this pussy so much,” he suddenly says, seemingly a spur-of-the-moment thing, but it makes you open your eyes wide in surprise. Heeseung certainly has a way with words.

“Hee!”

He chuckles. “Sorry, baby. I can’t help myself.” He obviously can’t, because just a few seconds later, he adds, “I’ll get to have it every day, right?”

You hide your face in your hands. “Yes.”

He laughs again, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek that you would wipe away if you didn’t love him so much. “You’re so cute.”

“I miss when you were shy and didn’t say this kind of stuff,” you complain, only half meaning it. 

This makes him stop in his tracks, dick buried deep but unmoving inside of you, one eyebrow cockily raised that makes you regret your words instantly. He tuts at you when you whine and shift your hips. 

“Is that so? So you don’t like it when I tell you how good and tight you feel around my cock, baby? Hm?”

You don’t know how he manages to say that while looking you straight in the eyes, but his words go straight to your core and, truth be told, you wish he’d never stop talking.

“I do,” you admit in shame, bringing your arm back up to your face so you don’t have to look at him. 

“Course you do,” he says, making you sigh when he resumes the deep back-and-forth of his hips into yours and the ministrations of his fingers on your clit.

He raises himself to sit on his knees, bringing your hips up to meet his, and the new angle allows him to go somehow even deeper. Sensing that you’re getting close, Heeseung leans in to press kisses on your neck and covers your mouth with a hand to muffle the moans you can’t contain anymore. All he has to say is Cum for me baby, make a mess all over my cock, and you’re a goner. Your legs shake as your release washes over you, immediately feeling overstimulated as Heeseung makes you ride your orgasm out longer than you can handle, until he cums into the condom. 

He stays inside you for a while, body collapsing on top of yours. You play with his hair, trying to soothe his scalp after pulling on it so harshly. This is always one of your favorite moments - the silence you share after such intensity, calming each other down simply by being together like this. Every time, you think you might both fall asleep like this, but without fail, Heeseung always ends up lifting himself up and getting a tissue to clean the two of you up as well as fetching water if there isn’t any. 

“You have such a dirty mouth, you know that?” you ask when your breathing returns to normal, chuckling lightly.

“Maybe, but you love it.”

You sigh as Heeseung wraps you in his arms. Resting the side of your face against his chest, the sound of his steady heartbeat lulls you to sleep. “I can’t say that I don’t,” you admit.

He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Good night, angel.”

You hum. “Night, Hee.”

Seconds later, he breaks the silence. “Baby?”

“Mh?”

“Have I told you how gorgeous you are? The prettiest girl in the world.”

You giggle at the sudden compliment, wriggling your body impossibly closer to his. “You can’t even see me right now.”

“Don’t need to. I’m picturing you in my head, and you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” 

You thread one of your legs between his. You’re so close, you’re not sure where your body ends and where his starts. Maybe that doesn’t matter. “And you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.”

“Guess we’re a match made in heaven.” You feel him tilting his head down, so you lift yours and press your lips softly to his.

“I think we are,” you whisper against his lips.

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To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

This is the quote that floats in your mind when you wake up the next morning. It’s a regular Sunday, and nothing in particular is expected of you today. All you have to do is hang out with your boyfriend, which is all you want to do anyway.

Heeseung never closes his black-out curtains, because if the room is completely dark in the morning, not even the fire alarm or the horrendous buzzer of his apartment can wake him up. This means that the sunlight filters through the plastic blinds, and its gentle September heat warms your bare back. 

Remnants of sleep make your body feel heavy, comfortably so, and you let yourself sink deeper into the bed and into Heeseung as you tighten your arms around him. He shifts in his sleep without waking up. When you finally open your eyes, you’re greeted with the sight of your boyfriend’s sleeping face. He always wants you to wake him up as soon as you do, but today you give him a few extra minutes - although, to be completely honest, it’s more so you can stare at him to your heart’s content than to let him sleep longer.

After some time, you get on with the morning routine you’ve come to love. You press a kiss to his Adam’s apple, then his jaw, then his chin, his nose, his forehead, his lips, and anywhere you can reach. You feel him start to rouse slowly. As you continue, a smile blooms on his lips, before he’s even opened his eyes. When he does, your gazes meet, and he looks down at you softly, lazily blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

You feel the sun from both sides.

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