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SLEEP 🕒 - L. Heeseung
🕒Pairing: Heeseung X fem reader!
🕒Warnings: smut, mutual masturbation, cursing.
🕒Synopsis: it’s late, and you can’t sleep, but luckily, your best friend knows just the trick to help you out.
🕒Wc: 1,5k (Drabble)
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Sighing to yourself, you set your phone down on the lamp stand after you noticed it was literally three in the morning.
You and your best friend had been watching movies talking and hanging out since ten and you hadn’t even noticed the time till now.
“You sleepy?” He turned to you just in time to catch you rubbing your strained eyes.
“Yes, it’s like three am, hee,” you groggily reply, turning on your left side facing away from him.
“Oh shit, you’re right. I’m sorry,” he chuckled. You could tell he was just as tired by how deep his voice had gotten.
“It's alright.” He set his phone aside as well and leaned up against the headboard.
“I guess I better get going.” On cue, he lets out a yawn.
“Are you crazy? It’s so late out you might as well just spend the night” you mumble out.
He rubbed his chin in thought; he was really tired, and driving probably wasn’t the best idea right now. “I didn’t bring anything for a sleepover.”
“Just wear whatever,” you respond, on the verge of passing out.
You feel a dip in the bed and hear him shuffling around. He takes off his pants and his flannel before he slips under the covers with you.
For most, it’d probably seem weird, a guy and a girl sleeping in the same bed, but the number of times you both knocked out together while studying during your high school and college days made this one of the most normal things between you two. “Goodnight, y/n. I might be gone before you wake up.”
“Just make sure to lock the door in the morning night, hee,” you whispered, turning off your lamp while he did the same after you.
You readjusted to get comfortable and pressed your cheek against your pillow, waiting for sleep to come over you.
Ten minutes passed, and sleep never came. You were tired, but for some reason, you just couldn’t fall asleep.
“Ugh,” you groaned and quickly cupped your mouth so you wouldn’t wake heeseung up with the racket.
Little did you know he was still wide awake.
“Y/n?” He asks, followed by a beat of silence. “You’re still up too?” He says with a hint of amusement in his tone. At least he wasn’t the only one having trouble sleeping.
“Yes,” you laid flat on your back, copying his resting position. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m tired, but I just can’t seem to sleep,” you respond in the pitch-black bedroom.
“Same,” he sighs, folding his arms over his chest.
You both lay there in silence for a few minutes until he says something that completely catches you off guard.
“I read that having an orgasm can help you fall asleep,” he says casually.
You giggle and push his shoulder, or at least you think it was his shoulder. It was so dark you really couldn’t see. “And where did you read that?”
“The internet, of course, says it has something to do with the release of oxytocin or some shit” he lets out an airy laugh putting his hands behind his head.
“Interesting,” you hum.
“It is, works like a charm for me,” he says through a yawn.
“TMI”
“Oh please, we’ve talked about so much shit that this is PG,” he scoffs.
“Yeah, but not you touching yourself.” You cringe as the words leave your mouth.
“I didn’t say anything like that. All I said was it works,” he shrugs even though you can’t see him.
“Whatever,” you say, too tired to argue with him.
It’s silent again, and the idea he mentioned sounds a lot more appealing than laying here all night without getting any sleep.
But you can’t necessarily try out this little theory of his with him in your room, so that idea was out the window.
“You still up?” He checks on you a minute later, and you hum in response. “I mean, I could give you one if you want,” he holds in his laugh, knowing that you’re about to chastise him.
“Lee heeseung, stop it this instant,” you tell him sternly.
“Okay, okay, just thought I’d ask. I’m your bestie, and besties look out for each other, right?” He continues to push your little buttons.
“Yeah, by giving a shoulder to cry on, not giving each other orgasms,” you huff out a breath.
A thought popped into your head: you weren’t getting any sleep anytime soon, and since he wanted to mess with you, two could play that game. “I mean, you could,” the words leave your mouth in a nonchalant manner.
He gasped, not expecting you to match his humor. Most times, you didn’t when it came to something sexual. “Knock it off. It’s weird when you joke about it,” he laughs.
“Who said I’m joking?” You taunt.
“Cause the y/n I know would never,” he says confidently, thinking he knows you like the back of his hand, and normally he does, but just not when you’re sleep-deprived.
“What about the y/n who’s in desperate need of sleep and will do anything just to catch a few hours before work in the morning?”
His ears are perked up now, the soft, sultry tone of your voice alerting him instantly. “You’re really not joking, are you?”
“Do I sound like I’m joking?” You shift closer to him, and he feels your body heat right away, making his heart beat faster in his chest.
“I-I y/n, if you’re joking, just tell me.” his voice shakes a little, the slightest hint of a whimper traveling close behind his words.
Calling it quits with talking, you find his hand in the dark and grip his wrist, guiding him right between your legs. “Hee, I’d never joke about this,” you gasped as his warm hand cups over your mound.
“Fuck” he whispers and props himself on his side, slowly gliding his hand between your legs. “You really are serious, huh?” His voice sounds even huskier than it did before as he confidently presses your clit over your sleep shorts.
“Yes, hee,” you whine, desperation dripping from your voice as you clench your thighs around his hand, keeping it firmly nestled against you.
“Shit, okay, turn over for me” You get back in your original position, your back now pressed against his chest, his crotch a few inches away from your backside. “Now close your eyes.” his hot breath tickles your ear.
You do as he says, too tired to even think twice about what you’re getting ready to engage in with your best friend.
His two middle fingers rub circles on your clit, working you up quicker than you could have ever imagined. You’re already leaking a bit of precum.
“Mmm,” you moan softly. His fingers felt so good, especially when he slipped them further down, teasing your entrance while his palm rubbed your clit.
Your hand caressed the one that was between your legs, tracing the veins along the back of his hand. “Does that feel good?” He swallowed thickly, his lower body pressing against you unintentionally.
“Yes, hee, so good” he humps your backside, his swollen cock being stimulated by the softness of your plush bottom.
“Yeah, so good,” he whispers in your ear. You feel so good you don’t even notice the way he ruts against you, the movement of his hips forcing your waist to roll against his palm more, bringing you even more satisfaction.
“I’m so close, hee, I’m gonna cum” you cry out, body shuddering as the warmth and pleasure builds in your lower region.
“Shhh, I know, I know,” he breathes out heavily, placing a soft kiss on your cheek and a few more rolls of his hips. You’re both coming undone together, panting exhaustedly.
He rubs you through it, whispering encouraging words in your ear like. “Yeah, feels so good, doesn’t it?” “Let it all out,” “Keep cumming” “That’s it.”
The pleasure goes on for so long that another orgasm follows after giving you the most intense pleasure you’ve ever experienced. “Hee,” you whimper his name, your body trembling against his as you shudder in the aftermath of cumming back to back.
He nuzzles against you, cuddling you and helping you ground yourself until you catch your breath.
He’s still struggling to calm himself with how hard he just came. He hasn’t cum that fast and that much in a while. “Was that good?” He asked timidly into your hair, releasing a deep breath.
“Mmm,” you moan in response, your eyelids finally feeling so heavy that you can barely open them.
But you couldn’t forget about heeseung, so you flipped over on your side, your forehead touching his. “What about you?” You slowly reach into his boxers, gripping the base of his length, feeling a good amount of wetness covering his shaft.
“Ahh, s-sensitive,” he moans shakily.
You retract your hand right away. “Did you-“ he cuts you off, nodding against your forehead, and you slowly pull your hand out of his underwear.
“I’m good,” he assures you. “Let’s sleep now yeah? We’ll clean up in the morning” his words sound slurred and you can barely even understand what he’s saying cause you’re so tired.
Apparently, whatever he read about orgasms was true cause you’ve never fallen asleep faster.
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SWEET CHERRY TO THE STARS ✨ I am DECEASED >\\\\< !!!!
Guess who’s rewatching transformers with her parents?! I love bumblebee and sm I need to draw him more often. This is my simplified design I made for him because I suck at drawing mecha/robot stuff.
im in need of sweet Peter 3 content🥲 Maybe a Peter 3 and Harry? Something about those 2 bring me so much happiness! I'd like to see the 2 of them gang up on Peter 2! I can see 2 being like "oh no" bc his best friend and brother are coming after him"😅 He'd definitely be like..
"No, not both of you"
(Hope you enjoy Anon! 😁 Thank you for the cute idea! ❤️😁)
"No, not both of you!"
"Two tickle monsters for the price of one." Harry took a step forward. "Sounds like a great deal to me."
"Ahand me!" Three chuckled as he moved forward with the older man.
Two continued to back away from the advancing duo. "But not tohoo me!"
Harry lifted an eyebrow. "I've known you long enough to know that's a lie."
Peter 2's face flushed scarlet red. "Shut up!"
"Ha!" Three beamed as he pointed at the older Peter's face. "I knew it!
"Hush!" Two's face flamed an even brighter shade of red. "Yohou like it tohoo!"
Harry smirked at the middle Peter. "Interesting."
Three sputtered. "Th-this isn't about me! It's about him!"
"For later then." Harry turned back to Peter 2. "Besides, I haven't heard itsy-bitsy laugh in a while."
That's when the oldest Peter bolted!
He thought the element of surprise would help him get ahead of the other two, but he only made it as far as the living room before Three launched off of the wall. Peter 3 tackled his older brother to the ground and then pinned him in the same motion.
"Where'd you learn that move from!"
Three pinned Two's hands over his head. "Practice."
"No fair!"
"Nice Three." Harry took over pinning Two's arms. "You'll have to teach me later."
Two squirmed. "Don't you dare!"
"Sorry Harry." Three then loudly whispered. "But I'll definitely teach you."
Harry matched his whisper. "Thanks Three."
"You know I can hear you!"
Harry poked Two's exposed armpit. "Of course itsy-bitsy."
The oldest Peter squeaked in response.
That just made Harry's grin grow even larger. "Aww, I forgot how adorable you are Pete."
Two's face flushed bright red. "Shut uhup!"
"Ahand how ticklish." Three jumped in by spidering his fingers across the eldest's stomach. "Though he tries to deny it."
Peter 2 pulled his elbows in front of his face. He was desperately biting his lip to keep from laughing.
"Hey!" Harry spidered into his armpits. "Get back here!"
Two desperately tried to keep his arms in place while he pressed his lips tightly together.
"Come on. You're almost there."
The eldest shook his head.
"Someone's stubborn." Three moved down to his older brother's hips. "But I think we can get him."
After a muffled snort, Two exploded into loud laughter.
Harry chuckled as he wormed his fingers into his friend's neck. "There it is! I missed hearing that laughter from you itsy-bitsy."
Peter 2's laughter picked up after another snort escaped.
"I always wanted to ask Harry, why do you call him itsy-bitsy?"
"DON'T AHASK THAHAT!"
"Because the first time I found out he was ticklish I did this." The older man placed his fingers on Two's bottom most ribs then began spidering upward. "The itsy-bitsy spider went up the water spout."
"NAH! SHUT IHIT HARRYHY!"
The man paused his fingers just under his friend's armpits. "Down came the rain aaaaand . . ."
"NO!"
Harry's hands jumped down to tickle Two's sides. "Washed the spider out!"
A squeal erupted from Two.
In response, Harry gently pulled the eldest's elbows apart. "Out came the sun and dried up all the rain."
Peter 2 stuck his tongue out at his friend.
With a smirk, that same friend spidered his fingers back up Two's ribs. "And the itsy-bitsy spider climbed up the spout again."
Two snapped his elbows back into place as his laughter poured out into the room.
"Ahand that's how he got thehe nicknahame."
Three grinned as he watched the entire interaction. "Ihi sehee, and was that before ohor after yohou found out he was Spiderman."
"Before." Harry tickled Two's ears. "But then it just became even mohore fittihing."
Three cooed.
Meanwhile, Two desperately tried to avoid Harry's fingers by turning his head to the side.
"Ahand does hehe always hide like thahat?"
"Oh aaaaalways." Harry just moved his tickles to Two's other ear. "And he gets teased about it too. Don't you itsy-bitsy?"
Peter 2 didn't respond. He was too distracted by the tickling fingers brushing his ears.
"See? He's too blushy."
"Aww." Peter 3 joined in by tickling Two's tummy again. "That is adorable."
Behind the tallest Peter, Two's legs drummed against the floor. He couldn't flap his hands like he normally did in so all the excess energy in his body was diverted to his legs.
Three pointed out the drumming legs. "Hey Harry, maybe we should give him his hands back?"
"Oh, he can have them back at any time." Harry playfully shook the eldest's arms. "My grip isn't even that tight."
A look of understanding dawned over Three's face. "Ah, gotcha. He's just choosing not to take them back."
"Exactly."
"JERKS!"
"Just stating the obvious itsy-bitsy." Harry unpinned his friend's arms.
Two peered out between his elbows.
Harry's lips quirked up in a smile. "Disappointed it stopped?"
The blush on Two's face darkened.
"Three." Harry tugged up Peter Two's shirt by the sides. "Would you do the honors?"
Two managed to get out a squeak before his younger brother blew a raspberry into his tummy.
"AHH! THREEEEE!"
Peter 3 looked up at him with an "innocent" look. "Yeeees oho ticklish big brother ohof mine?"
The eldest growled and playfully pushed his younger brother. "Ihim soho getting yohou bahack lahateher!"
Three's face blushed bright red. "Shut up!"
Harry chuckled at the other two.
"You!" Two wrapped an arm around his friend's shoulders and pulled him next to him. "Get over here!"
"Ack! What are yohou doihing?"
Peter 2 dug his free hand into his friend's side. "This!"
Harry starting giggling immediately!
"No way!" Three scooted closer. "He's ticklish too!"
"Yehep!" Peter 2 tickled his hand higher. "Almost as much as you."
"Shut uuuup!" Three whined.
Harry squirmed. "Yohou're wohorse!"
"Says the one whoho lohooks like a worm on aha hook!"
Three giggled and decided to join Two in tickling Harry. He'd enjoy it for now.
After all, he would be next.
AWWWWWWDHAJGDJWHA LOOKIT HIMMM
ART BASED OFF OF @anxious-lee GRAVITY FALLS TK FANFIC. I LOVE IT SO MUCH. BESTI- (I HOPE U DONT MIND ME CALLIN U THAT- I CALL PPL THAT WHO I JUST LIKE/WANNA BEFRIEND THEM AND STUFFS-) also TRYING OUT ANOTHER ART STYLE...
Tickle Monster!Ford all the way.
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