wemalyri

[wemalyri]

ೀFALLEN FOR YOU જ⁀➴

pairing: devil!heeseung × angel!fem!reader

༘⋆ genre: smut (MDNI), angst, romance ೀ w/c: ~4k

synopsis: When the highest of Heaven and Hell find out about your secret connection, forbidden between angels and devils, you know there is no way out. Your fate is already sealed. Both of you know — when the sun goes up, you two will be burnt and erased from this world for the sin you have committed. However, instead of spending your last moments in agony of suffering, Heeseung and you choose the agony of your still existing bodies. Because this is your last night together. Ever.

warnings: they turned into human forms to fuck, crying + fucking, soft soft soft, soft!dom!heeseung, a glimpse of mean heeseung, LARGE use of petnames (angel, baby, pretty girl, my love), reader is really sensitive, praise (A LOT) and praise kink, we may assume hee has a corruption kink..., fingering, unprotected sex (they're not humans they can, you don't), a really sad ending

a/n: thanks for waiting!! that was supposed to be shorter but i got carried away....kinda inspired by the cartoon 'Angel's friends' (as a kid I was insane)

English is not my native language, sorry for any mistakes!

You two knew that falling for each other, spending nights together in the messy bed, filling the room with filthy sounds was a sin. You two knew it would have its consequences. You two knew one day they'd find out.

It was wrong from the start. From the way Heeseung's eyes lingered on you for too long — too long for someone who was on the other side, who was your enemy, who was supposed to make you turn away in disgust and frustration. From the way you never looked away when your eyes met his. From the way you were craving for his lips to touch yours one more time now.

The highest angels and devils clearly let you know — they were aware of everything. Aware of the slight touches you two shared in the beginning, of your wet dreams about each other, of the way you gave in to the temptation and committed a sin. Knowingly.

They also clearly let you know one more thing — they are merciless, and they do not give second chances. Once the line was crossed, your fate was already sealed. And you two were perfectly aware of it.

You two will be burnt out.

Why not send you in Hell, you may ask. Because even Hell doesn't forgive such sins. Even for devils it's a death sentence. And Heeseung was ready to go for it from the start. To burn himself just to feel your lips against his, your body under him, your soft skin pressed to his. You were his angel. The angel who seduced him and made him fall even harder than other devils ever had. Made him fall for you.

His breath was hot against the sweaty skin of your neck. You could see the lights on the ceiling reflected from the window dance to the devilish, sinful melody only they could hear. The door to the room was locked.  Like it could save you two from your destiny.

Heeseung's hands were traveling down your body in a fever full of gentleness, trying to remember every single part. His lips were desperately rushing from the skin of your neck and collarbone back to your mouth, not able to choose what to focus on — he needed it all.

You suspended a moan, biting your lip and throwing your head back, when Heeseung's teeth bit on the sensitive spot of your neck. His hand caressed your thigh with affection.

"Always so sensitive for me, angel. No matter how much I touch you... Always so responsive," his hot breath burnt your ear in a whisper. "But don't hold back. Let me hear you."

You shakily sighed, looking at Heeseung's face, which was almost invisible in the darkness of the room.

"I can't," you took another breath, chest rising up and down, "they will hear us."

Heeseung's eyes softened. Or maybe it was hurt and realization of the situation in them. Guess, you forgot.

"Angel," he spoke in the softest tone — the one that none of the demons had ever been allowed to use, the one that not even all of the angels had in them, "they already know."

Your eyes became glassy. Right.

When the sun goes up, you will disappear.

He will disappear.

Everything will disappear.

"I'm sorry," you whispered like it was your fault, like you could fix something. Tears ran down your face, leaving only wet lonely paths.

Heeseung's eyes were glassy too. For the first time in his whole existence. They were full of hurt, pain, and something forbidden. Maybe...love?

His fingers gently brushed against your face, pulling away the strands of your hair. He neared his lips to your skin, kissing away the paths on the sides of your face left after your tears.

You felt how something wet dripped onto your cheek. Your eyes looked up at Heeseung's face. He was crying.

Heeseung was broken. His face distorted in the way you'd never seen before. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes from spilling out more.

Your hand tapped the back of his head, encouraging him to bury his face in your neck. When he did so, you heard a broken cry that made your heart clench, your own tears running down your cheeks again.

After minutes of sniffles and sobs, you two had calmed down. It wasn't the way you wanted to spend your last moments of existence.

Your fingers were caressing his hair in a slow motion, his face pressed to your neck, the tip of his nose starting to trace lines against your skin that made you smile.

"I don't regret it," you whispered in the silence of the room. "I never did. And if I could go back in time, I would do everything the same way."

Heeseung lifted his face from your neck, a small smile playing on his lips. "Me too."

Then his lips pressed to yours. Again.

You savored the moment. The way your lips were soft and breaths hot against each other, the way Heeseung's hands traveled under your shirt, causing shivers to run down your spine.

You softly moaned, arching your back when his fingers traced a line down your spine before pressing his hand to your back just right.

"Like that, angel. Sing for me," Heeseung groaned, bending your thigh to have more access to your core, pressing his hardness to your clothed pussy. Your hips grinded against his in response. "Shh, don't rush. You'll get everything you want, baby."

Heeseung's hands lifted up your shirt, helping to take it off. Then he did the same with your pants.

"I want to see all of you," he whispered under his breath like it wasn't even meant for you — more like he was talking to himself. "I want to remember you like this — naked, sweaty, wet, underneath me. Carve it in my memory. Forever."

His mouth moved to yours with new urgency, tongue sliding inside, devouring you like he was hungry. His knee pressed to your clothed core, making you gasp, panties already wet with your arousal.

"Hee," you softly whined when Heeseung started leaving marks all over your neck, moving lower down your skin.

He was desperate. Shameless. Not the kind to be regretful about his past or present actions. His movements were speaking volumes. Even if there was a second chance, he wouldn't be able to hold back, to keep his distance from you. Even if you could turn back the time, he would commit a sin every now and then. Would fall for you again and again.

"My pretty angel," Heeseung groaned in your collarbone before pulling away to look at the work he'd done. Your skin was full of marks. His marks. "So sinful. Fallen for me."

Your chest was heaving, eyes half-lidded. You placed a hand on his arm, moving it upper to his shoulder, to the back of his head. You craved his touch, wanted to feel his presence physically, wanted to not let go of him.

"I need you," you said in a quiet voice on the edge of crying, your eyes locking on his. "I need you so much..."

His gaze softened, lips moving to leave a peck on your jaw.

"I know, angel," Heeseung whispered against your skin, your heart melting at the petname and how gently it sounded on his tongue. His lips started leaving soft kisses down your cheek and jawline, moving to your ear and neck. "I need you too. So, so much."

Heeseung nibbled on your neck, licking the pain away after. His hand moved from your thigh to your hip, fingers brushing under the hem of your panties, making you shiver.

"My angel..." he softly whispered again, his thumb brushing above your clit, not giving you what you want yet. "So sweet... just for me…” his voice was desperate, words mumbled and rushed like in a fever. “My baby…My pretty girl…My love…"

You whined at his words and gentleness in them, at the same time feeling how his finger finally brushed against your folds. Your senses were heightened, you were aroused till the point when it hurt. Maybe it was because of the way Heeseung was torturing you with his touch, maybe because of the thought that was playing in the back of your head all of this time, even at such moment — that was your last time together.

Heeseung felt how your thighs tried to clasp together, but his hips in between your legs didn't let you. His hardness only pressed to your clothed entrance with more urgency.

"You're driving me insane," Heeseung breathed out, now tracing lines against your breast with his nose like he was trying to hold back. To savor the moment. To be gentle. Trying not to ruin you. 

Yet.

"Hee, please," you almost cried out, hand tangling in his hair. His fingers were slowly tracing against your folds, already letting you two to hear how wet your pussy was. “I can't wait anymore..."

Then it happened. His fingers suddenly switched from the featherlike touch, pressing harder to your folds, pulling out of you a moan. Heeseung started rubbing them against your pussy with such urgency that could make you cum from that alone. Then he slowly slipped one finger inside your entrance, your body tensing.

"Angel, relax. How are you going to take me all in if you can't even take my finger?" Heeseung asked mockingly, rubbing your thigh with a free hand.

There it was. His dark side — teasing, mocking, dominant, and so fucking hot. It was that exact devil you met for the first time in the lobby, the one you fell in love with.

You relaxed your bottom, immediately feeling how deliciously a single Heeseung's finger was sliding inside you. You breathed out in pleasure, arching your back to feel him better.

"That's it," Heeseung encouraged, a smirk playing on his lips. He was intensely watching your body from the top to the bottom with a lustful gaze like it was his favorite view, the movie that was playing just for him. "Such a good girl for me," he praised in a low voice, free hand traveling up your body, brushing your sensitive skin from your stomach to your chest. He wrapped it around your throat, making you roll your eyes. "Yeah? Like it, baby? What a sinful angel..." Heeseung slightly chuckled, sliding inside you one more finger, making you gasp.

You held onto his hand around your throat, head throwing back, mouth aping in pleasure. Your back arched, hips rapidly moved to feel his fingers deeper inside you. You needed him. So dirty, so messy, so desperately.

Heeseung parted his fingers inside your pussy, pulling out of you a moan. Then he curled them, moving them in the way he knew you'd like, his thumb starting to circle your clit.

The pressure in your bottom part was building quickly, your hips thrusting to meet Heeseung's fingers, trying to shove them deeper inside you. The room was not silent anymore. You filled it with filthy sounds — your moans and wetness between your legs that was coating Heeseung's fingers.

“I-I’m close, Hee…” you managed to whine, back arching in an unnatural way that would definitely hurt later. But there was no later. Only now.

“Yes, angel? Are you gonna come for me?” Heeseung replied in the sweetest voice, his eyes so dark and lustful intensely watching you.

You desperately nodded, feeling how the movements of his fingers became more rapid and forceful. 

“Yes, baby, of course you are. Such a pretty angel. My beautiful girl…” Heeseung mumbled, leaning against your ear again. His praise only intensified your desire and the pressure in your stomach. You came hard with a loud moan, seeing stars, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

Heeseung's fingers helped you to ride your orgasm, slowing down after. He pulled them out, causing you to whine, shoving them in his mouth and tasting you on his tongue.

“The kind of heaven I'm ready to die for,” Heeseung whispered, looking at your fuckuped state in bliss. Your back relaxed, falling to the mattress. The unnatural stretch was already giving away, pulsating in your lower back. Heeseung affectionately rubbed it with one hand, another one doing the same with your thigh. He leaned closer to your face to press a kiss on your forehead. “Angel?”

You hummed in response, slowly opening your eyes, damp hair pressing to your temples. Your hand shakily reached for Heeseung's face, resting on his cheek. His gaze managed to turn soft, even though you could still see lust in his eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered, brushing away a strand of his hair. Heeseung softly smiled, reaching to hold your hand and bring it to his mouth. His lips gently tickled the skin of your knuckles.

“I love you too,” he whispered, hot breath against the back of your hand. You smiled back, making him chuckle. “You can't even imagine… how crazy you made me,” Heeseung jokingly confessed, even though his words held the truth. “Can you imagine? A devil in love… and so soft.”

You chuckled, bringing his face closer to yours. “Well, I can.” Your mouth curved into a grin, Heeseung's eyes lowering to your lips. 

You felt something hard pressing against your thigh, making you sigh at the realization. The rush of heat washed over you again. You brought his face even closer to yours, lips smacking against his in the affectionate peck. “Hee,” your voice was quiet but firm. Something serious and sad was in your gaze, but Heeseung couldn't quite catch it. “I want you all to myself tonight."

Heeseung's breath caught in his throat. The way you said this phrase made his stomach flip, his cock becoming even harder — if that was even possible.

"Yeah?" he asked in a hoarse voice, quite affected by your bold phrasing. His eyebrows raised, and the smirk spread all over his face. Yet, his gaze was filled with something deeper, more emotional. Something similar to adoration.

"Yeah," you whispered in reply, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs and studying the lines of your touch with your eyes, trying to remember every single part of his face — his adorable mole on the forehead, his beautiful deer eyes, his plump pink lips, his soft skin. "And I want you to have me too. All of me..."

A lonely tear escaped your eye, soaking the side of your cheek like a reminder of inevitability. Of the predicted future you two were so scared of. The one that was making you doubtful about the next morning, and sure only about the present moment.

One of your hands traveled down Heeseung's torso with a gentle touch, eyes not looking away from his. With the softness of an angel, you tugged on the waistband of his pants, pulling them off his hips. Heeseung's grip on your waist tightened, your featherlike touch clearly affecting him.

With another hand, you pulled his face closer to yours, lips finally touching each other, tongues slowly moving in a gentle dance full of love. You led the kiss and your other hand down his hips to palm his hardness through the boxers. Heeseung groaned in your lips, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to yours.

"Teasing is not good for an angel, baby," he breathed out, his dark eyes locking on yours. You gave him a small smile and led your hand under the waistband of his underwear.

"I guess you've spoiled me," your words pulled out of him a chuckle that immediately turned into a moan when you touched him without any fabric in between.

Your hand stroked his free cock, spreading pre-cum all over his length. Heeseung bent your leg, pressing it to you. The tip of his dick was almost touching your core. You ended up gasping at the loss of control when he gripped your hand, pulling it away from his cock and pressing your wrists above your head to the mattress.

"So you're blaming it on me, huh? For the effect I have on you, for turning you into a dirty angel?" Heeseung murmured with a wicked smirk, the tip of his cock pressing to your entrance.

You intended to roll your hips, but he held you still, his free hand pressing your bottom to the mattress.

"Say it, baby. Say it's all my effect," Heeseung's cock teasingly slided between your folds, making you shiver, pulling out of you a whine. "The way you shake and make these pretty noises, the way you're all wet now. Is it all because of me? Answer, sweetheart."

You shakily took a breath, the tension was already building inside your stomach again.

"Yes... It's all you. Because of you. For you," Heeseung groaned at your words, finally sliding inside in one motion. You two moaned from the feeling of being so close to each other, of being in the right place with the right person.

"Gosh, you're insane..." Heeseung stood still for a moment, letting you adjust to his length. Your breaths were heavy, eyes locked on each other.

When you clenched around his cock, he took it as a sign and started moving, settling a slow rhythm. His thrusts were deep, hitting the right spots inside you and pulling out of you two moans. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your hot bodies collided together.

At that exact moment, you realized it. The way Heeseung's body was hovering over you, the way he was pressing you to the bed, the way he let go of your wrist just to hold your hand even when his thrusts were not the most gentle. Everything about it was wrong, yet felt so right. You actually could tell you were loved, happy even. And nothing mattered anymore. You realized that sacrificing yourself for moments like this was your actual fate. And it brought you relief, especially in the moment when Heeseung thrusted deeper, bringing you two to the edge of pleasure.

Heeseung's body weakened, carefully lying on yours, trying not to hurt you. Your heavy breaths became the only sound in the silent room.

You reached to bring his head closer, to run fingers in his soft locks again. He obeyed, burying his face deeper in the crook of your neck, arms instinctively wrapping around you.

Your eyes looked up above you. The ceiling had already started turning light, patterns from the rising sun becoming more evident. While caressing the nape of Heeseung's neck, your hand felt something unfamiliar to the touch. Your gaze moved to his back. That was his wings. Dark and devilish, they appeared on his back, signaling of the fact he was not able to control his form anymore. Your silent tears turned your face wet again.

Heeseung lifted his head from your neck. His eyes, supposed to be dark and sinful, held the unspoken softness and intimacy. His eyebrows were frowned, face wet and slightly red from the tears.

You two snapped.

Your hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to yours. Heeseung held the back of your head, embracing you with his other hand. You sat on the bed, your own wings already making it hard to lie down.

The kiss.

Your lips pressed to each other with unhidden emotion. It wasn't lust or passion, long forgotten in the sheets of this bed. They'd disappeared, turning into a smoke that dispersed around the room. It was love. Maybe something even deeper than that.

When you pulled away, looking into Heeseung's eyes, the tears were running down your face.

"Hee," you said in panic, searching for his reaction in his eyes. He gently held you, eyes soft and — out of a sudden — calm.

"Shhh, I'm here," Heeseung whispered, caressing the sides of your face with his thumbs. But the panic that settled in your soul didn't disappear.

"I don't want you to leave..." you whispered, feeling a lump in your throat from the tears that were blurring your view.

Heeseung gave you a small smile, wiping off the wet paths from your face. "I'm not going anywhere, angel. I'm always here, with you."

The corner of your eye caught a slight smoke coming from Heeseung's wing. You rushed to wrap hands around his neck, lips pressing to all of the possible spots for a kiss on his face.

"Pleasepleaseplease," you mumbled, begging for not knowing who. The panic was hitting hard, the inability to do absolutely anything was only making it worse.

"Angel, you need to calm down," Heeseung firmly said, not loving your anxious state. "Breathe with me, okay?"

You tried to calm down, to breathe. You even managed to do it for seconds. But when Heeseung started talking to you with a dark expression on his face, your face covered in tears again.

"Angel, I want you to know. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I am grateful to every single moment two of us spent together. Without you, my existence would be dull, nothing different from other devils' existence. But your presence made it bright," he tried to hold back the sob, but it didn't turn out successfully.

You hurried to hold him closer again, hands caressing his back in panic, lips pressing to his temple a countless number of times. Your sobs collided together, faces wet and red from tears.

"There is one more thing I want you to remember..." Heeseung managed to start, his wing already starting to be erased. "I love you," he whispered.

Tears started to run down your cheeks even more.

"I love you too," you whispered back.

He gave you a small smile. The wings almost disappeared behind his back, which meant that he was next.

You pressed lips to his again. You weren't kissing him like it was the last time. It was your last time.

His face started slipping away from your hands, turning into a little smoke. When you weren't feeling his lips on yours anymore, you opened your eyes.

He was gone.

You silently lay on the bed, not noticing how your wings had already disappeared.

The patterns on the ceiling were the same. They were still dancing in the sunrise just like they did when Heeseung was still there. When he was holding you. When he could tell you to stop overthinking, could call you 'his angel' and wipe the tears off your face. Now he was gone, but the patterns were still there.

Your hands started feeling numb, but you weren't paying attention. The only thing you could think of was Heeseung. You could still remember his dark, warm eyes, but you were craving to be able to actually see them. They were better in real life than in your imagination.

Smoke.

The smoke started blurring the vision, hiding the familiar patterns on the ceiling from your sight. It was getting harder to think with every second like someone was sucking the energy out of you. The patterns on the ceiling disappeared from your sight at all.

It was hard until it became easy. Until you let out the last sigh. Until you turned into nothing.

This is how you were erased from this world. With the last wish in your head. You desired to meet Heeseung again. To be born and able to find him. To see his warm eyes again. To wrap hands around him. To kiss him.

It was your last wish. But did you have a right to ask for that?

No. Because everyone knows that Heaven doesn't forgive those who are fallen.

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//tags: @ikeugirly

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[wemalyri]

☕ The Love You Quietly Keep

Heeseung as Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur ( because if Heeseung’s love language was a song, it would be this)

This song is SO Heeseung-coded it actually hurts. He has this gentle, steady, protective aura… the kind of person who loves quietly but completely. Loyalty written in the little things: making sure you’re eating, remembering how you take your coffee, walking you home, sending you songs that remind him of you, making you tea when you’re sick, whispering “don’t go” even in his sleep, quietly holding your hand when you’re anxious.

He’s the soft, reassuring type… not someone who says “I love you” a thousand times, but you’ll feel it in how he stays, how he listens, how he sings songs that secretly say it for him. Tell me that isn’t Heeseung’s love language 🥹🩷

He’s the boy you didn’t know you’d need this much 🎵✨

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[wemalyri]

guys, a kind reminder not to spam likes. tumblr may consider you as a bot and put me in the shadowban. if u keep spamming I will block u, pls dont🙏

[wemalyri]

— ACQUAINTED

...to say that we're in love is dangerous, but, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted ₊˚⊹

₊˚⊹pairing: non-idol!heeseung × fem!reader ₊˚⊹ genre: smut (MDNI) ₊˚⊹ warnings: fwb, unprotected sex, petnames, slight degradation, ass slaping, teasing, pleading ₊˚⊹ w/c: 508

₊˚⊹synopsis: he comes over only when it's night and the city seems to be asleep. but you're both more than fine with it.

“Heeseung…please…” you pleaded in the pillow, not able to function and formulate full sentences anymore. Your hands were gripping the sheets next to your head, ass lifted in the air, meeting Heeseung’s hips thrusts, back arched for a better angle. Strong arms were gripping your hips, holding you in place and making sure you were taking all of it.

It was your routine at this point. Every time the city fell asleep, Heeseung would come over, hidden in the darkness of the night and carrying himself like he owned everything around. Like he knew for sure that during this time, when you both were sweating on the sheets of your bed, he was the one to own you. 

“What are you begging for, pretty?” he asked in a low voice under your ear, his rhythm slowing down, making you groan in frustration. Sensations were getting too good, the warmth of his touch seducing you to be ruined with every second. You wanted to reach that point of pleasure faster, desiring to forget about everything around, to feel like you were in heaven. But Heeseung was always teasing, never ready to give you what you want so simply. 

“Please don’t stop… I wanna come…” you gave in, answering his question. 

Heeseung smirked at your reply — it obviously boosted his ego. His palm pressed to your lower back, encouraging you to arch it more, while his cock slowly slid inside you even deeper than before.

“Shi— Oh my gosh!..” you moaned, feeling his dick deliciously pressing to your sensitive spot. “Harder, harder… Hee, please, fuck me harder…” your begging only intensified Heeseung’s desire, making him snap. His hips started thrusting into you harder, the rhythm of his movements getting faster, causing you to moan and roll back your eyes.

“Like that, baby? You like it when I’m rough, don't you?” Heeseung asked, feeling how your body started shaking under him. You just desperately nodded your head, not able to talk anymore. “So dumb for my cock, pretty?”

His cock started relentlessly hitting your sensitive spot, your walls clenching around him, warning about release.

“You’re gonna come for me, sweetie?” Heeseung asked, suddenly slapping your ass cheek and making you moan again. 

The pleasure hit you suddenly, your whole body shaking, mouth aping in a silent moan. Heeseung’s thrusts didn’t stop, prolonging your orgasm and bringing him closer to his own. When he released his seed in you, his body fell on the bed next to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You both were heavily breathing, still lost in the moment of pleasure.

“My baby…” Heeseung whispered in your ear, planting kisses on your neck like he actually meant it. Like he wasn’t going to ignore your presence the second you’re in public.

***

“Y/n?” the guy asked, seeing you crossing the hallway. “Are you two close?”

Heeseung casually shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.“Nah. Just acquainted,” he answered like those moments you two shared in the silence of the night never existed.

©wemalyri. All rights reserved. Do not copy or translate without permission.

[wemalyri]

us juseyo 🙏🙏

LMAOO who am I to lie that it's not us......(I may start seeing emi in my dreams soon)

[wemalyri]

— ACQUAINTED

...to say that we're in love is dangerous, but, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted ₊˚⊹

₊˚⊹pairing: non-idol!heeseung × fem!reader ₊˚⊹ genre: smut (MDNI) ₊˚⊹ warnings: fwb, unprotected sex, petnames, slight degradation, ass slaping, teasing, pleading ₊˚⊹ w/c: 508

₊˚⊹synopsis: he comes over only when it's night and the city seems to be asleep. but you're both more than fine with it.

“Heeseung…please…” you pleaded in the pillow, not able to function and formulate full sentences anymore. Your hands were gripping the sheets next to your head, ass lifted in the air, meeting Heeseung’s hips thrusts, back arched for a better angle. Strong arms were gripping your hips, holding you in place and making sure you were taking all of it.

It was your routine at this point. Every time the city fell asleep, Heeseung would come over, hidden in the darkness of the night and carrying himself like he owned everything around. Like he knew for sure that during this time, when you both were sweating on the sheets of your bed, he was the one to own you. 

“What are you begging for, pretty?” he asked in a low voice under your ear, his rhythm slowing down, making you groan in frustration. Sensations were getting too good, the warmth of his touch seducing you to be ruined with every second. You wanted to reach that point of pleasure faster, desiring to forget about everything around, to feel like you were in heaven. But Heeseung was always teasing, never ready to give you what you want so simply. 

“Please don’t stop… I wanna come…” you gave in, answering his question. 

Heeseung smirked at your reply — it obviously boosted his ego. His palm pressed to your lower back, encouraging you to arch it more, while his cock slowly slid inside you even deeper than before.

“Shi— Oh my gosh!..” you moaned, feeling his dick deliciously pressing to your sensitive spot. “Harder, harder… Hee, please, fuck me harder…” your begging only intensified Heeseung’s desire, making him snap. His hips started thrusting into you harder, the rhythm of his movements getting faster, causing you to moan and roll back your eyes.

“Like that, baby? You like it when I’m rough, don't you?” Heeseung asked, feeling how your body started shaking under him. You just desperately nodded your head, not able to talk anymore. “So dumb for my cock, pretty?”

His cock started relentlessly hitting your sensitive spot, your walls clenching around him, warning about release.

“You’re gonna come for me, sweetie?” Heeseung asked, suddenly slapping your ass cheek and making you moan again. 

The pleasure hit you suddenly, your whole body shaking, mouth aping in a silent moan. Heeseung’s thrusts didn’t stop, prolonging your orgasm and bringing him closer to his own. When he released his seed in you, his body fell on the bed next to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You both were heavily breathing, still lost in the moment of pleasure.

“My baby…” Heeseung whispered in your ear, planting kisses on your neck like he actually meant it. Like he wasn’t going to ignore your presence the second you’re in public.

***

“Y/n?” the guy asked, seeing you crossing the hallway. “Are you two close?”

Heeseung casually shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.“Nah. Just acquainted,” he answered like those moments you two shared in the silence of the night never existed.

©wemalyri. All rights reserved. Do not copy or translate without permission.

[wemalyri]

— ACQUAINTED

...to say that we're in love is dangerous, but, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted ₊˚⊹

₊˚⊹pairing: non-idol!heeseung × fem!reader ₊˚⊹ genre: smut (MDNI) ₊˚⊹ warnings: fwb, unprotected sex, petnames, slight degradation, ass slaping, teasing, pleading ₊˚⊹ w/c: 508

₊˚⊹synopsis: he comes over only when it's night and the city seems to be asleep. but you're both more than fine with it.

“Heeseung…please…” you pleaded in the pillow, not able to function and formulate full sentences anymore. Your hands were gripping the sheets next to your head, ass lifted in the air, meeting Heeseung’s hips thrusts, back arched for a better angle. Strong arms were gripping your hips, holding you in place and making sure you were taking all of it.

It was your routine at this point. Every time the city fell asleep, Heeseung would come over, hidden in the darkness of the night and carrying himself like he owned everything around. Like he knew for sure that during this time, when you both were sweating on the sheets of your bed, he was the one to own you. 

“What are you begging for, pretty?” he asked in a low voice under your ear, his rhythm slowing down, making you groan in frustration. Sensations were getting too good, the warmth of his touch seducing you to be ruined with every second. You wanted to reach that point of pleasure faster, desiring to forget about everything around, to feel like you were in heaven. But Heeseung was always teasing, never ready to give you what you want so simply. 

“Please don’t stop… I wanna come…” you gave in, answering his question. 

Heeseung smirked at your reply — it obviously boosted his ego. His palm pressed to your lower back, encouraging you to arch it more, while his cock slowly slid inside you even deeper than before.

“Shi— Oh my gosh!..” you moaned, feeling his dick deliciously pressing to your sensitive spot. “Harder, harder… Hee, please, fuck me harder…” your begging only intensified Heeseung’s desire, making him snap. His hips started thrusting into you harder, the rhythm of his movements getting faster, causing you to moan and roll back your eyes.

“Like that, baby? You like it when I’m rough, don't you?” Heeseung asked, feeling how your body started shaking under him. You just desperately nodded your head, not able to talk anymore. “So dumb for my cock, pretty?”

His cock started relentlessly hitting your sensitive spot, your walls clenching around him, warning about release.

“You’re gonna come for me, sweetie?” Heeseung asked, suddenly slapping your ass cheek and making you moan again. 

The pleasure hit you suddenly, your whole body shaking, mouth aping in a silent moan. Heeseung’s thrusts didn’t stop, prolonging your orgasm and bringing him closer to his own. When he released his seed in you, his body fell on the bed next to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You both were heavily breathing, still lost in the moment of pleasure.

“My baby…” Heeseung whispered in your ear, planting kisses on your neck like he actually meant it. Like he wasn’t going to ignore your presence the second you’re in public.

***

“Y/n?” the guy asked, seeing you crossing the hallway. “Are you two close?”

Heeseung casually shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.“Nah. Just acquainted,” he answered like those moments you two shared in the silence of the night never existed.

©wemalyri. All rights reserved. Do not copy or translate without permission.

[wemalyri]

words are not able to describe what this fic did to me.

✶ 𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗦 𝗜𝗡 ── 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀

SYNOPSIS. with heeseung in your bed and a bali vacation for the books, it’s hard to remember why you ever set an alarm.

PAIRING. lee heeseung x fem! reader

WORD COUNT. 3.5k

GENRES. smut (18+, mdni), established relationship, morning sex, fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex (naughty), fluff, sleepy hee, reader never gets her smoothie lets kill the man, MY REAL ENHA SMUT TAG DEBUT HELLO

WARNINGS. profanity, explicit sexual content

AUTHOR'S NOTE. so this is officially my first time posting real #actual smut dun dun dun if its terrible dont tell me. glaze me. I BEG!!! i had a time writing this and long live soft dom hee <3 ⊹ BOOKSHELF

"WE'RE GONNA MISS BREAKFAST, BABY."

Heeseung doesn’t even flinch. Instead, his arm tightens around your waist, dragging your half-bare body further against him as he mumbles something incomprehensible into the crook of your neck. His voice is warm and sticky, half-melted by sleep and the balinese heat already creeping in through the slatted windows sitting just off to the side of your bed.

You sigh into his hair, the soft smell of his shampoo bathing your face in familiarity, your fingers tangled in the woven edge of the hotel blanket. One of your legs is thrown over his in a way that speaks more to your restless nighttime habits than to your desire to be close to your boyfriend. Not that the latter is any less appreciated; his warmth, his scent, it’s all achingly sweet. Especially now that the two of you have been traveling together for the last couple of weeks. His face has become the one constant in your life.

“It ends in thirty minutes,” you add, tracing circles on the bare skin of his back. “I want one of those smoothies with the flowers in it.”

A crinkle forms between his brows, and he lifts his head slightly, eyelids still heavy. 

“You hate plants in your drinks.”

You snort. If there’s anything Heeseung can claim, it’s that he’s uniquely talented in sniffing straight through your bullshit. Granted, it can be a little disconcerting to be the only one of your friend group who can’t get away with a little white lie to her boyfriend here and there, but you suppose you’d rather this than a man who’s much too aloof.

Heeseung stretches beneath you, his broad palms warm against the skin of your stomach. He’s shirtless, and tanned, and still wearing the shell necklace you’d bought him from a tourist stall two days ago. It had, unfortunately, cost you a day’s lunch and the last withering morsels of your dignity, but at least it has Heeseung looking like every sexy, picturesque summer boyfriend dream you’ve ever had. Except he’s real. And pouting. 

“Come on,” you coax, brushing his bangs off his forehead gingerly. “Up. Before I leave you for a banana pancake. Or a stranger with a moped.”

It’s as much a joke as it isn’t. The joke being that you’d leave willingly; but you and Heeseung both know that the possibility of you being snatched off the sidewalk and stuffed into a fruit cart by the various men who continue to whistle at you despite his valiant attempts to shoo them off—I’m literally right here—is shockingly real. 

He doesn’t move, though. Barely rolls his eyes, even. He’s in that sweet, sleepy morning-haze he always wakes up in, halfway between fluttering lashes and the watery rising run. He smiles, tilting his head back, his eyes crinkling. 

“What if I kiss you instead?”

It’s tempting. His voice is low, that same syrupy, rough quality to it that’s replayed over and over in your dreams. His fingers work gently over the skin of your hips, teasing. You’re not sure if any of it is intentional—if he’s trying to send a rush up to your head, to leave you dizzy and disoriented. But it’s working. 

“That would be a distraction,” you mutter, and it’s probably visibly obvious how much he’s affecting you. Heeseung only grins.

Forget probably. It’s definitely obvious.

“You’re easily distracted.”

And he proves his point (really, truly drives it home) by leaning up to press a soft, slow kiss beneath your jaw, where the skin is warm and sensitive. You sigh into it despite yourself, and if the brush of his smile against your neck is anything to go by, he’s noticed. He goes for another right under your ear. Each press of his lips sends a shiver down your spine, which is unfair, really. He’s all lazy and persistent, his mouth brushing yours before you even realize your eyes have fluttered shut. 

“Heeseung,” you warn, breath hitching slightly, but your voice is void of any and all conviction. “This isn’t going to get us breakfast.”

He pulls away just enough to whisper conspiratorially.

“We can order room service.”

You push against his shoulder softly, scoffing. It’s firm to the touch, a plane of sinewy muscle that you’re trying very hard to ignore. You’re scolding him, after all.

“We’re not rich.”

“We’re in Bali."

You snort, reaching a hand up to card through his hair. 

“That's not a counterpoint, Heeseung.”

But he’s already rolling you onto your back, shifting to hover over you with the gentlest grin playing on his lips. Light filters in behind him; a soft, yellowed halo glowing dimly off his honeyed skin. His necklace swings slightly, your breath catching.

“Fine,” you whisper. It’s hard to say no when you have him like this—pupils blown wide, eyes rich and brown like wet soil; like cocoa. His bangs fall over his forehead, brushing over the thick set of his brows tenderly.

“Fine?”

“Ten minutes. Then we go.”

He hums in agreement, dipping back down to kiss your collarbone like it’s routine. And it is, by now—his hands skimming your sides, your fingers ghosting over the nape of his neck, your legs tangled together under gauzy sheets as the world outside your room glows gold. He pulls you closer, the strap of your sleeping shirt slipping off your shoulder, thin and fairly unnecessary in your current state anyhow.

Heeseung kisses you like you’re water and he’s awoken to a world of rough, arid sand. It’s as sweet and languid as it is desperate, like he’s been dreaming about this. And maybe he has. You feel something hard against your leg, his boxers pressing against the skin of your thighs as he kisses you softly. It’s too much—you can only whimper quietly against his lips, insistent as you wrap your legs around him, pressing his warmth against your body.

He groans quietly, lingering too long in a way that makes you feel like your skin might catch fire under the weight of his mouth. His lips part just enough to drag, soft and deliberate, and you inhale sharply, the sound threading straight through the tension stretched thin between your bodies.

He pulls back to look at you, his eyes lazily tracing your face as his thumb smooths over your hip. There’s a smile at the corner of his mouth, curved with amusement. 

“Still want that smoothie?”

You shake your head once, slow. It’s not even a decision anymore. Hasn’t been, not since the moment he touched you. You curl a hand around the back of his neck instead, urging him down again, and he obliges easily, his teeth grazing your throat before sucking lightly just below your jawline. The contact is hot and wet, just this side of sinful.

Your back arches into it.

“You’re so annoying.”

“Mmm.” He doesn’t sound particularly offended, a smiling lacing his words. “You keep letting me get away with it.”

His hand slips lower, sneaky, warm fingers slipping under the edge of your shorts, brushing the soft skin at your hipbone with maddening gentleness. His eyes flick to yours, watching. You make no move to stop him. You wouldn’t, and you can’t. You’re boneless, completely paralyzed by the sight of him like this; innocent and broad and gorgeous, his hair still messy from sleep, eyes soft and glazed over by desire. Fuck breakfast, frankly.

“You’re wet,” Heeseung says, like it’s a fact he’s still trying to process. “Already?”

You hum, half a whimper. “Told you it was a distraction.”

He huffs a quiet laugh at the state of you, something amused and disbelieving, and dips his head again. Not to your lips this time—he’s pushed the delicate fabric of your shirt up, mouthing lazily at your chest, his tongue flattening over the swell of one breast while his fingers move slowly to position themselves between your legs. It’s torturous, how unhurried he is. How much he seems to enjoy keeping you right at the edge.

Your hips twitch up against his hand, shameless, and he rewards you with a bit more pressure, his middle finger slipping down to tease your entrance.

“You’re doing that thing again,” you murmur, breath catching in frustration, “where you act like we have all fucking day.”

His smile only grows, sunshine against your skin. 

“We do,” he says. “Unless you decide you’re dying for that flower smoothie.”

You roll your eyes, a laugh punched out of you by the way his finger finally sinks in, slow and firm. It curls deliberately inside you, instantly finding the spot that makes your thighs clench around his wrist. You moan quietly, stuttering. But he doesn’t stop. Just watches your face as he adds another finger; the drag of them just right, squelching in the quiet room.

“Heeseung—” your voice breaks around his name.

“I got you,” he murmurs. Quiet. Steady. “Just relax.”

And god, you do. You let your head tip back against the pillow, hands fisting weakly at the sheets while he works you open—gently, but with purpose. He watches the way your body responds, and when his thumb finds your clit again, it’s like a live wire. Your hips jerk, a loud gasp escaping your lips. He shushes you softly, his breath warm against your breast as he mouths at your nipple, wet and slow.

He moves up slowly, eventually reaching your mouth again, where you lift a shaky hand to cup his cheek as he kisses you. Your moans melt into his mouth, the rhythm of his fingers picking up as your hips continue to roll into his hand. His other hand presses firmly against your thigh, spreading you wider for him.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers against your lips, and you feel the words more than you hear them, each syllable low and reverent, like a prayer.

His mouth trails down again, slow and deliberate, like worship. He kisses along your collarbone, down the center of your chest, tongue laving gently as he moves. He has one hand slipped up to cup your breast, thumb brushing slowly over your nipple, his fingers pumping insistently. You can feel the way you suck him in with every thrust, and he looks down to watch it, his eyes hooded and dazed. Your back arches from the sight of his face with a soft gasp, needing more, your hips shifting restlessly against his hand. 

“Heeseung,” you breathe, pleading.

He hums, dragging his lips up the curve of your breast before pulling back to look at you. His hair is even messier now, falling over his eyes, his lips swollen and glistening. You can see the tension in his jaw, in the tight set of his shoulders. He’s holding himself back, barely.

You nod quickly, shaky. 

“Please.”

It’s all he needs.

He kisses you again, hard and deep, while his fingers slip from between your thighs only long enough for him to tug your panties down your legs, slow and careful. His eyes don’t leave yours, not even as he discards them to the floor. He sits up slightly, pulling you closer to him with your cunt now completely exposed. It takes everything in you not to try and cover yourself up, but the astonished look in Heeseung’s eyes helps to ease your shyness. His hands roam your thighs slowly before he leans back down, nestling between them. His breathing hitches as he looks at you—really looks at you—spread open for him, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling fast under the soft glow from the windows.

“Fuck,” he whispers again, like he can’t help it, like he can’t believe you’re his. “You’re… Jesus, baby.”

Then he dips his head.

The first press of his tongue against your heat makes your whole body jolt. A gasp tears from your lips, your fingers flying to his hair and grabbing without thought. He groans low in his throat as your hips lift toward him, and he flattens his tongue, licking a slow, heavy stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit.

You cry out, back arching off the bed. Heeseung is patient, but relentless. He licks and sucks and moans into you, like he’s starved. Every flick of his tongue, every swirl, every kiss against your most sensitive spots has you trembling, babbling his name. Your thighs close in around his head without meaning to, and he just groans, hands gripping your hips tighter to keep you there.

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs into you, the words vibrating against your core. “Could stay here forever.”

Your mind is slipping, your thoughts reduced to a melting pot of heat and haze as Heeseung opens his jaw wider, his tongue pushing into you as his hands grip your waist, your ass, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust of his tongue. You’re close, so close you can barely breathe. 

“Heeseung—” you mumble, hips twitching. “I’m—I can’t—”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, looking up at you with dark, glassy eyes. “Come for me, baby.”

And so you do. The orgasm rips through you like a wave; stealing your breath, your voice, your thoughts. Your thighs shake violently, hands clutching at the sheets and his hair, your head thrown back as you cry out. He doesn’t stop, not until you’re squirming, too sensitive, gasping his name like a broken record.

It’s only then that he finally pulls back, his lips and chin slick and glistening. He kisses the inside of your thigh, then higher again, so tenderly it makes your chest ache. You reach for him blindly, trembling, and he crawls back up your body, pressing soft kisses along your skin until he’s hovering over you again. You’re still trying to catch your breath when his forehead drops against yours. 

“You okay?” he murmurs, his voice softer now.

You nod slowly, eyes fluttering open, heart still racing. 

“More than okay,” you breathe, fingertips brushing over his jaw. But something steals your attention; Heeseung is still hard against your leg, a visible bulge in his boxers that sends a flood of saliva to your mouth. “Heeseung. You—you can fuck me. I don’t want breakfast. I promise.”

He laughs warmly before leaning down to kiss you again. And you let him, tasting yourself on his lips, letting your arms wrap around him and holding him close. There’s that shampoo again, and the necklace that brushes against your cheek, and the strong arms that wrap themselves around your body, firm and warm and safe.

“You drive me crazy,” he whispers against your ear.

You’re barely holding on when he pulls back, his gaze locked on yours as he reaches for the waistband of his boxers. Your stomach flips violently at the sight of him when he pulls his cock out and begins to stroke himself, slow and easy, the tip flushed and leaking. There’s a dreamy haze to his eyes now, low-lidded and dark. His jaw is tight with restraint.

“You want it like this?” he asks, voice raspier than you’re used to hearing. “Slow?”

You nod, maybe a little too fast.

“Yeah?” You’re already spread open, and so he lines himself up easily, cock dragging through your folds once, twice. “Want me to take my time with you?”

“Please,” you beg.

That’s all it takes. He presses in slowly, inch by inch, your breath catching on a groan as he enters you. The stretch is full and perfect, the kind of deep that steals the words right out of your mouth. He watches you the whole time, his hand cupping your jaw like he can anchor you there, ground you while your body wraps tight around him.

“Shit,” he whispers, once he’s all the way in. “You feel so good.”

You do, too. Full to the point of unbearable, all that early morning laziness replaced by a simmering, helpless heat. You tighten your legs around his waist and drag him closer, and when he starts to move—slow, shallow thrusts that drag unbearably against your walls—it’s like you can feel each stroke in your chest. He kisses you messy, open-mouthed and deep, like he doesn’t care if he breathes, if he lives. One hand braces beside your head, the other slipping beneath your thigh to hitch it up higher. The angle changes, and you gasp.

“You okay?” he murmurs, half-groan, lips brushing your temple.

“So okay,” you manage, eyes screwed shut. “Don’t stop.”

His grin flashes, boyish and quick, stopping for a quick moment to ogle the sight of him sheathed deep inside of you, his hand coming down to flick at your clit.

You shift under him, restless, thighs shaking.

“Hee—”

“I know,” he says, almost a whisper.

He moves again. Long strokes, deep and deliberate. Each one makes your breath stutter, has your hands scrambling over his back, his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself to something. The room is warm, too warm, the air thick with sweat and salt and whatever visceral groan just tore out of your throat. He digs his fingers into your thigh, leaning over you. His mouth brushes over your in the most infuriating not-quite kiss. 

“You’re shaking,” he murmurs. He’s smiley, but you can see the restraint in his eyes, the vein that strains on his neck. He’s barely holding on.

“Then do something,” you moan.

That finally breaks something in him. He huffs a soft, ragged laugh and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand while the other braces beside your ribs. His next thrust knocks the breath out of you.

“Oh,” you gasp, and he does it again. Harder, and faster, and sharper.

Your legs curl around him without thinking. His necklace swings against your tits, your wrists still caught in his grip. He’s not smiling anymore; he’s got his eyes closed, his jaw tight as he moans with every thrust, like he needs it-like he’s chasing it now. 

“Fuck,” he cries out, kissing your cheek, your temple, blindly. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go anywhere after this.”

You let out a broken laugh. He thrusts deeper then, slower but stronger, and it knocks the breath right out of you. His hand is still closed around your wrists, holding you steady, fingers splayed wide over the sheets.

You arch under him, mouth falling open. 

“There—right there—”

“I know,” he pants, and kisses you quiet. “I know, baby.”

You moan, a wanton sound, and his eyes flutter shut like he’s trying to commit the sound to memory. And then he’s pulling out just enough to thrust back in, hard enough to make the headboard knock softly against the wall.

You gasp loud and unfiltered and Heeseung groans under his breath, his jaw clenched. 

“Yeah? That what you want?”

He’s not smiling, or teasing. He’s halfway gone.

“I can take it,” you whisper.

At that, he lets out a low, wrecked laugh—Fuck—and then his mouth is back on yours, hot and messy and insistent. His thrusts start to pick up, deeper now, sharper, every one landing just right. You’re soaked, clenching around him, and he groans when he feels it.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he mutters against your mouth. “So good.”

You nod, eyes barely open, your body moving in the sheets with every thrust.

“You always do this to me.”

His fingers slide up, hooking under your knee to push your leg up, open, wide. He wants to see all of you take him. The angle changes again and he watches your eyes flutter and your head tilt back as a moan rips out of you.

“That’s it,” he breathes. “There it is.”

You can barely speak now, just clinging to his shoulders, nails dragging down the golden skin of his back as his hips smack against yours again and again.

This is definitely a way to start your day, with your name being groaned into the junction of your neck. And still, even now, Heeseung presses a kiss to your cheek in between thrusts. One hand grips your wrists, and the other runs through your hair, like he can’t help touching you everywhere at once.

“I missed you like this,” he pants, voice raw. “Missed this you. All needy.”

“You have me every day,” you gasp, but the words falter. He’s fucking you harder now, rhythm tight and hungry. You can feel the edge coming up fast, sharp and curling in your spine. “Don’t say you missed me—fuck—like that.”

“I do,” he says, and it’s urgent now, a groan twisted into a confession. “I always miss you. Even when you’re right here.”

You’re so close. He knows it. He can feel it.

He brings his thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles, his thrusts still deep and steady. “Come again for me, baby,” he whispers. “Come on. Want to feel it. Want you to soak me.”

It hits you hard, hips jolting, thighs squeezing around him, a cracked moan punched out of your chest as your whole body arches. You hear him groan, feel him rut into you deeper, chasing his own high now.

“Fuck—fuck, you’re perfect—”

You feel him spill inside you with a broken moan, his hips jerking once, twice more before he collapses against you, body shaking, groaning low in your ear.

Neither of you moves for a long moment. Just breathing and skin and sweat and this quiet golden morning.

Then, finally, he lifts his head just enough to catch your eye, giggling.

“How’s that for breakfast?”

© cinnahoons please do not steal, plagiarize, or reupload my work.

tags! @junityy @neo127

[wemalyri]

— ACQUAINTED

...to say that we're in love is dangerous, but, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted ₊˚⊹

₊˚⊹pairing: non-idol!heeseung × fem!reader ₊˚⊹ genre: smut (MDNI) ₊˚⊹ warnings: fwb, unprotected sex, petnames, slight degradation, ass slaping, teasing, pleading ₊˚⊹ w/c: 508

₊˚⊹synopsis: he comes over only when it's night and the city seems to be asleep. but you're both more than fine with it.

“Heeseung…please…” you pleaded in the pillow, not able to function and formulate full sentences anymore. Your hands were gripping the sheets next to your head, ass lifted in the air, meeting Heeseung’s hips thrusts, back arched for a better angle. Strong arms were gripping your hips, holding you in place and making sure you were taking all of it.

It was your routine at this point. Every time the city fell asleep, Heeseung would come over, hidden in the darkness of the night and carrying himself like he owned everything around. Like he knew for sure that during this time, when you both were sweating on the sheets of your bed, he was the one to own you. 

“What are you begging for, pretty?” he asked in a low voice under your ear, his rhythm slowing down, making you groan in frustration. Sensations were getting too good, the warmth of his touch seducing you to be ruined with every second. You wanted to reach that point of pleasure faster, desiring to forget about everything around, to feel like you were in heaven. But Heeseung was always teasing, never ready to give you what you want so simply. 

“Please don’t stop… I wanna come…” you gave in, answering his question. 

Heeseung smirked at your reply — it obviously boosted his ego. His palm pressed to your lower back, encouraging you to arch it more, while his cock slowly slid inside you even deeper than before.

“Shi— Oh my gosh!..” you moaned, feeling his dick deliciously pressing to your sensitive spot. “Harder, harder… Hee, please, fuck me harder…” your begging only intensified Heeseung’s desire, making him snap. His hips started thrusting into you harder, the rhythm of his movements getting faster, causing you to moan and roll back your eyes.

“Like that, baby? You like it when I’m rough, don't you?” Heeseung asked, feeling how your body started shaking under him. You just desperately nodded your head, not able to talk anymore. “So dumb for my cock, pretty?”

His cock started relentlessly hitting your sensitive spot, your walls clenching around him, warning about release.

“You’re gonna come for me, sweetie?” Heeseung asked, suddenly slapping your ass cheek and making you moan again. 

The pleasure hit you suddenly, your whole body shaking, mouth aping in a silent moan. Heeseung’s thrusts didn’t stop, prolonging your orgasm and bringing him closer to his own. When he released his seed in you, his body fell on the bed next to yours, hands wrapping around your waist. You both were heavily breathing, still lost in the moment of pleasure.

“My baby…” Heeseung whispered in your ear, planting kisses on your neck like he actually meant it. Like he wasn’t going to ignore your presence the second you’re in public.

***

“Y/n?” the guy asked, seeing you crossing the hallway. “Are you two close?”

Heeseung casually shrugged his shoulders, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans.“Nah. Just acquainted,” he answered like those moments you two shared in the silence of the night never existed.

©wemalyri. All rights reserved. Do not copy or translate without permission.

[wemalyri]

mell.. it’s.. us..

OF COURSE IT IS US, PUMPKIN!!!! imy cutie pie💔💔💔💔

[wemalyri]

hi guyss I'm finally (re)taking my final exam tomorrow and I'll be finally free... I hope to come up with more fics!! (highkey hoping to post diet pepsi FINALLY) thanks for staying with me, I love ya, mhua mhua🩷🩷🩷

[wemalyri]

ೀFALLEN FOR YOU જ⁀➴

pairing: devil!heeseung × angel!fem!reader

༘⋆ genre: smut (MDNI), angst, romance ೀ w/c: ~4k

synopsis: When the highest of Heaven and Hell find out about your secret connection, forbidden between angels and devils, you know there is no way out. Your fate is already sealed. Both of you know — when the sun goes up, you two will be burnt and erased from this world for the sin you have committed. However, instead of spending your last moments in agony of suffering, Heeseung and you choose the agony of your still existing bodies. Because this is your last night together. Ever.

warnings: they turned into human forms to fuck, crying + fucking, soft soft soft, soft!dom!heeseung, a glimpse of mean heeseung, LARGE use of petnames (angel, baby, pretty girl, my love), reader is really sensitive, praise (A LOT) and praise kink, we may assume hee has a corruption kink..., fingering, unprotected sex (they're not humans they can, you don't), a really sad ending

a/n: thanks for waiting!! that was supposed to be shorter but i got carried away....kinda inspired by the cartoon 'Angel's friends' (as a kid I was insane)

English is not my native language, sorry for any mistakes!

You two knew that falling for each other, spending nights together in the messy bed, filling the room with filthy sounds was a sin. You two knew it would have its consequences. You two knew one day they'd find out.

It was wrong from the start. From the way Heeseung's eyes lingered on you for too long — too long for someone who was on the other side, who was your enemy, who was supposed to make you turn away in disgust and frustration. From the way you never looked away when your eyes met his. From the way you were craving for his lips to touch yours one more time now.

The highest angels and devils clearly let you know — they were aware of everything. Aware of the slight touches you two shared in the beginning, of your wet dreams about each other, of the way you gave in to the temptation and committed a sin. Knowingly.

They also clearly let you know one more thing — they are merciless, and they do not give second chances. Once the line was crossed, your fate was already sealed. And you two were perfectly aware of it.

You two will be burnt out.

Why not send you in Hell, you may ask. Because even Hell doesn't forgive such sins. Even for devils it's a death sentence. And Heeseung was ready to go for it from the start. To burn himself just to feel your lips against his, your body under him, your soft skin pressed to his. You were his angel. The angel who seduced him and made him fall even harder than other devils ever had. Made him fall for you.

His breath was hot against the sweaty skin of your neck. You could see the lights on the ceiling reflected from the window dance to the devilish, sinful melody only they could hear. The door to the room was locked.  Like it could save you two from your destiny.

Heeseung's hands were traveling down your body in a fever full of gentleness, trying to remember every single part. His lips were desperately rushing from the skin of your neck and collarbone back to your mouth, not able to choose what to focus on — he needed it all.

You suspended a moan, biting your lip and throwing your head back, when Heeseung's teeth bit on the sensitive spot of your neck. His hand caressed your thigh with affection.

"Always so sensitive for me, angel. No matter how much I touch you... Always so responsive," his hot breath burnt your ear in a whisper. "But don't hold back. Let me hear you."

You shakily sighed, looking at Heeseung's face, which was almost invisible in the darkness of the room.

"I can't," you took another breath, chest rising up and down, "they will hear us."

Heeseung's eyes softened. Or maybe it was hurt and realization of the situation in them. Guess, you forgot.

"Angel," he spoke in the softest tone — the one that none of the demons had ever been allowed to use, the one that not even all of the angels had in them, "they already know."

Your eyes became glassy. Right.

When the sun goes up, you will disappear.

He will disappear.

Everything will disappear.

"I'm sorry," you whispered like it was your fault, like you could fix something. Tears ran down your face, leaving only wet lonely paths.

Heeseung's eyes were glassy too. For the first time in his whole existence. They were full of hurt, pain, and something forbidden. Maybe...love?

His fingers gently brushed against your face, pulling away the strands of your hair. He neared his lips to your skin, kissing away the paths on the sides of your face left after your tears.

You felt how something wet dripped onto your cheek. Your eyes looked up at Heeseung's face. He was crying.

Heeseung was broken. His face distorted in the way you'd never seen before. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes from spilling out more.

Your hand tapped the back of his head, encouraging him to bury his face in your neck. When he did so, you heard a broken cry that made your heart clench, your own tears running down your cheeks again.

After minutes of sniffles and sobs, you two had calmed down. It wasn't the way you wanted to spend your last moments of existence.

Your fingers were caressing his hair in a slow motion, his face pressed to your neck, the tip of his nose starting to trace lines against your skin that made you smile.

"I don't regret it," you whispered in the silence of the room. "I never did. And if I could go back in time, I would do everything the same way."

Heeseung lifted his face from your neck, a small smile playing on his lips. "Me too."

Then his lips pressed to yours. Again.

You savored the moment. The way your lips were soft and breaths hot against each other, the way Heeseung's hands traveled under your shirt, causing shivers to run down your spine.

You softly moaned, arching your back when his fingers traced a line down your spine before pressing his hand to your back just right.

"Like that, angel. Sing for me," Heeseung groaned, bending your thigh to have more access to your core, pressing his hardness to your clothed pussy. Your hips grinded against his in response. "Shh, don't rush. You'll get everything you want, baby."

Heeseung's hands lifted up your shirt, helping to take it off. Then he did the same with your pants.

"I want to see all of you," he whispered under his breath like it wasn't even meant for you — more like he was talking to himself. "I want to remember you like this — naked, sweaty, wet, underneath me. Carve it in my memory. Forever."

His mouth moved to yours with new urgency, tongue sliding inside, devouring you like he was hungry. His knee pressed to your clothed core, making you gasp, panties already wet with your arousal.

"Hee," you softly whined when Heeseung started leaving marks all over your neck, moving lower down your skin.

He was desperate. Shameless. Not the kind to be regretful about his past or present actions. His movements were speaking volumes. Even if there was a second chance, he wouldn't be able to hold back, to keep his distance from you. Even if you could turn back the time, he would commit a sin every now and then. Would fall for you again and again.

"My pretty angel," Heeseung groaned in your collarbone before pulling away to look at the work he'd done. Your skin was full of marks. His marks. "So sinful. Fallen for me."

Your chest was heaving, eyes half-lidded. You placed a hand on his arm, moving it upper to his shoulder, to the back of his head. You craved his touch, wanted to feel his presence physically, wanted to not let go of him.

"I need you," you said in a quiet voice on the edge of crying, your eyes locking on his. "I need you so much..."

His gaze softened, lips moving to leave a peck on your jaw.

"I know, angel," Heeseung whispered against your skin, your heart melting at the petname and how gently it sounded on his tongue. His lips started leaving soft kisses down your cheek and jawline, moving to your ear and neck. "I need you too. So, so much."

Heeseung nibbled on your neck, licking the pain away after. His hand moved from your thigh to your hip, fingers brushing under the hem of your panties, making you shiver.

"My angel..." he softly whispered again, his thumb brushing above your clit, not giving you what you want yet. "So sweet... just for me…” his voice was desperate, words mumbled and rushed like in a fever. “My baby…My pretty girl…My love…"

You whined at his words and gentleness in them, at the same time feeling how his finger finally brushed against your folds. Your senses were heightened, you were aroused till the point when it hurt. Maybe it was because of the way Heeseung was torturing you with his touch, maybe because of the thought that was playing in the back of your head all of this time, even at such moment — that was your last time together.

Heeseung felt how your thighs tried to clasp together, but his hips in between your legs didn't let you. His hardness only pressed to your clothed entrance with more urgency.

"You're driving me insane," Heeseung breathed out, now tracing lines against your breast with his nose like he was trying to hold back. To savor the moment. To be gentle. Trying not to ruin you. 

Yet.

"Hee, please," you almost cried out, hand tangling in his hair. His fingers were slowly tracing against your folds, already letting you two to hear how wet your pussy was. “I can't wait anymore..."

Then it happened. His fingers suddenly switched from the featherlike touch, pressing harder to your folds, pulling out of you a moan. Heeseung started rubbing them against your pussy with such urgency that could make you cum from that alone. Then he slowly slipped one finger inside your entrance, your body tensing.

"Angel, relax. How are you going to take me all in if you can't even take my finger?" Heeseung asked mockingly, rubbing your thigh with a free hand.

There it was. His dark side — teasing, mocking, dominant, and so fucking hot. It was that exact devil you met for the first time in the lobby, the one you fell in love with.

You relaxed your bottom, immediately feeling how deliciously a single Heeseung's finger was sliding inside you. You breathed out in pleasure, arching your back to feel him better.

"That's it," Heeseung encouraged, a smirk playing on his lips. He was intensely watching your body from the top to the bottom with a lustful gaze like it was his favorite view, the movie that was playing just for him. "Such a good girl for me," he praised in a low voice, free hand traveling up your body, brushing your sensitive skin from your stomach to your chest. He wrapped it around your throat, making you roll your eyes. "Yeah? Like it, baby? What a sinful angel..." Heeseung slightly chuckled, sliding inside you one more finger, making you gasp.

You held onto his hand around your throat, head throwing back, mouth aping in pleasure. Your back arched, hips rapidly moved to feel his fingers deeper inside you. You needed him. So dirty, so messy, so desperately.

Heeseung parted his fingers inside your pussy, pulling out of you a moan. Then he curled them, moving them in the way he knew you'd like, his thumb starting to circle your clit.

The pressure in your bottom part was building quickly, your hips thrusting to meet Heeseung's fingers, trying to shove them deeper inside you. The room was not silent anymore. You filled it with filthy sounds — your moans and wetness between your legs that was coating Heeseung's fingers.

“I-I’m close, Hee…” you managed to whine, back arching in an unnatural way that would definitely hurt later. But there was no later. Only now.

“Yes, angel? Are you gonna come for me?” Heeseung replied in the sweetest voice, his eyes so dark and lustful intensely watching you.

You desperately nodded, feeling how the movements of his fingers became more rapid and forceful. 

“Yes, baby, of course you are. Such a pretty angel. My beautiful girl…” Heeseung mumbled, leaning against your ear again. His praise only intensified your desire and the pressure in your stomach. You came hard with a loud moan, seeing stars, eyes rolling to the back of your head. 

Heeseung's fingers helped you to ride your orgasm, slowing down after. He pulled them out, causing you to whine, shoving them in his mouth and tasting you on his tongue.

“The kind of heaven I'm ready to die for,” Heeseung whispered, looking at your fuckuped state in bliss. Your back relaxed, falling to the mattress. The unnatural stretch was already giving away, pulsating in your lower back. Heeseung affectionately rubbed it with one hand, another one doing the same with your thigh. He leaned closer to your face to press a kiss on your forehead. “Angel?”

You hummed in response, slowly opening your eyes, damp hair pressing to your temples. Your hand shakily reached for Heeseung's face, resting on his cheek. His gaze managed to turn soft, even though you could still see lust in his eyes.

“I love you,” you whispered, brushing away a strand of his hair. Heeseung softly smiled, reaching to hold your hand and bring it to his mouth. His lips gently tickled the skin of your knuckles.

“I love you too,” he whispered, hot breath against the back of your hand. You smiled back, making him chuckle. “You can't even imagine… how crazy you made me,” Heeseung jokingly confessed, even though his words held the truth. “Can you imagine? A devil in love… and so soft.”

You chuckled, bringing his face closer to yours. “Well, I can.” Your mouth curved into a grin, Heeseung's eyes lowering to your lips. 

You felt something hard pressing against your thigh, making you sigh at the realization. The rush of heat washed over you again. You brought his face even closer to yours, lips smacking against his in the affectionate peck. “Hee,” your voice was quiet but firm. Something serious and sad was in your gaze, but Heeseung couldn't quite catch it. “I want you all to myself tonight."

Heeseung's breath caught in his throat. The way you said this phrase made his stomach flip, his cock becoming even harder — if that was even possible.

"Yeah?" he asked in a hoarse voice, quite affected by your bold phrasing. His eyebrows raised, and the smirk spread all over his face. Yet, his gaze was filled with something deeper, more emotional. Something similar to adoration.

"Yeah," you whispered in reply, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs and studying the lines of your touch with your eyes, trying to remember every single part of his face — his adorable mole on the forehead, his beautiful deer eyes, his plump pink lips, his soft skin. "And I want you to have me too. All of me..."

A lonely tear escaped your eye, soaking the side of your cheek like a reminder of inevitability. Of the predicted future you two were so scared of. The one that was making you doubtful about the next morning, and sure only about the present moment.

One of your hands traveled down Heeseung's torso with a gentle touch, eyes not looking away from his. With the softness of an angel, you tugged on the waistband of his pants, pulling them off his hips. Heeseung's grip on your waist tightened, your featherlike touch clearly affecting him.

With another hand, you pulled his face closer to yours, lips finally touching each other, tongues slowly moving in a gentle dance full of love. You led the kiss and your other hand down his hips to palm his hardness through the boxers. Heeseung groaned in your lips, breaking the kiss and pressing his forehead to yours.

"Teasing is not good for an angel, baby," he breathed out, his dark eyes locking on yours. You gave him a small smile and led your hand under the waistband of his underwear.

"I guess you've spoiled me," your words pulled out of him a chuckle that immediately turned into a moan when you touched him without any fabric in between.

Your hand stroked his free cock, spreading pre-cum all over his length. Heeseung bent your leg, pressing it to you. The tip of his dick was almost touching your core. You ended up gasping at the loss of control when he gripped your hand, pulling it away from his cock and pressing your wrists above your head to the mattress.

"So you're blaming it on me, huh? For the effect I have on you, for turning you into a dirty angel?" Heeseung murmured with a wicked smirk, the tip of his cock pressing to your entrance.

You intended to roll your hips, but he held you still, his free hand pressing your bottom to the mattress.

"Say it, baby. Say it's all my effect," Heeseung's cock teasingly slided between your folds, making you shiver, pulling out of you a whine. "The way you shake and make these pretty noises, the way you're all wet now. Is it all because of me? Answer, sweetheart."

You shakily took a breath, the tension was already building inside your stomach again.

"Yes... It's all you. Because of you. For you," Heeseung groaned at your words, finally sliding inside in one motion. You two moaned from the feeling of being so close to each other, of being in the right place with the right person.

"Gosh, you're insane..." Heeseung stood still for a moment, letting you adjust to his length. Your breaths were heavy, eyes locked on each other.

When you clenched around his cock, he took it as a sign and started moving, settling a slow rhythm. His thrusts were deep, hitting the right spots inside you and pulling out of you two moans. The room was filled with the wet sounds of your hot bodies collided together.

At that exact moment, you realized it. The way Heeseung's body was hovering over you, the way he was pressing you to the bed, the way he let go of your wrist just to hold your hand even when his thrusts were not the most gentle. Everything about it was wrong, yet felt so right. You actually could tell you were loved, happy even. And nothing mattered anymore. You realized that sacrificing yourself for moments like this was your actual fate. And it brought you relief, especially in the moment when Heeseung thrusted deeper, bringing you two to the edge of pleasure.

Heeseung's body weakened, carefully lying on yours, trying not to hurt you. Your heavy breaths became the only sound in the silent room.

You reached to bring his head closer, to run fingers in his soft locks again. He obeyed, burying his face deeper in the crook of your neck, arms instinctively wrapping around you.

Your eyes looked up above you. The ceiling had already started turning light, patterns from the rising sun becoming more evident. While caressing the nape of Heeseung's neck, your hand felt something unfamiliar to the touch. Your gaze moved to his back. That was his wings. Dark and devilish, they appeared on his back, signaling of the fact he was not able to control his form anymore. Your silent tears turned your face wet again.

Heeseung lifted his head from your neck. His eyes, supposed to be dark and sinful, held the unspoken softness and intimacy. His eyebrows were frowned, face wet and slightly red from the tears.

You two snapped.

Your hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to yours. Heeseung held the back of your head, embracing you with his other hand. You sat on the bed, your own wings already making it hard to lie down.

The kiss.

Your lips pressed to each other with unhidden emotion. It wasn't lust or passion, long forgotten in the sheets of this bed. They'd disappeared, turning into a smoke that dispersed around the room. It was love. Maybe something even deeper than that.

When you pulled away, looking into Heeseung's eyes, the tears were running down your face.

"Hee," you said in panic, searching for his reaction in his eyes. He gently held you, eyes soft and — out of a sudden — calm.

"Shhh, I'm here," Heeseung whispered, caressing the sides of your face with his thumbs. But the panic that settled in your soul didn't disappear.

"I don't want you to leave..." you whispered, feeling a lump in your throat from the tears that were blurring your view.

Heeseung gave you a small smile, wiping off the wet paths from your face. "I'm not going anywhere, angel. I'm always here, with you."

The corner of your eye caught a slight smoke coming from Heeseung's wing. You rushed to wrap hands around his neck, lips pressing to all of the possible spots for a kiss on his face.

"Pleasepleaseplease," you mumbled, begging for not knowing who. The panic was hitting hard, the inability to do absolutely anything was only making it worse.

"Angel, you need to calm down," Heeseung firmly said, not loving your anxious state. "Breathe with me, okay?"

You tried to calm down, to breathe. You even managed to do it for seconds. But when Heeseung started talking to you with a dark expression on his face, your face covered in tears again.

"Angel, I want you to know. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. And I am grateful to every single moment two of us spent together. Without you, my existence would be dull, nothing different from other devils' existence. But your presence made it bright," he tried to hold back the sob, but it didn't turn out successfully.

You hurried to hold him closer again, hands caressing his back in panic, lips pressing to his temple a countless number of times. Your sobs collided together, faces wet and red from tears.

"There is one more thing I want you to remember..." Heeseung managed to start, his wing already starting to be erased. "I love you," he whispered.

Tears started to run down your cheeks even more.

"I love you too," you whispered back.

He gave you a small smile. The wings almost disappeared behind his back, which meant that he was next.

You pressed lips to his again. You weren't kissing him like it was the last time. It was your last time.

His face started slipping away from your hands, turning into a little smoke. When you weren't feeling his lips on yours anymore, you opened your eyes.

He was gone.

You silently lay on the bed, not noticing how your wings had already disappeared.

The patterns on the ceiling were the same. They were still dancing in the sunrise just like they did when Heeseung was still there. When he was holding you. When he could tell you to stop overthinking, could call you 'his angel' and wipe the tears off your face. Now he was gone, but the patterns were still there.

Your hands started feeling numb, but you weren't paying attention. The only thing you could think of was Heeseung. You could still remember his dark, warm eyes, but you were craving to be able to actually see them. They were better in real life than in your imagination.

Smoke.

The smoke started blurring the vision, hiding the familiar patterns on the ceiling from your sight. It was getting harder to think with every second like someone was sucking the energy out of you. The patterns on the ceiling disappeared from your sight at all.

It was hard until it became easy. Until you let out the last sigh. Until you turned into nothing.

This is how you were erased from this world. With the last wish in your head. You desired to meet Heeseung again. To be born and able to find him. To see his warm eyes again. To wrap hands around him. To kiss him.

It was your last wish. But did you have a right to ask for that?

No. Because everyone knows that Heaven doesn't forgive those who are fallen.

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