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#ofc he's still sub and gonna get finger fucked this is ME we're talking about
astralsweetness · 2 years
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So I know you usually write smut and stuff, and that this won't be very popular on your blog, but I was wondering if for the drabble requests you could write some angsty Heechul something? Idk, like maybe realizing he has feelings for the reader when he shouldn't? Just... not smut if you can help it (or at least, it only leading into smut)
Hopefully people actually read this since it isn't explicit smut :(( Warnings: ...n-none..?
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He kisses like he's drowning, like he may never get to kiss you again - there's a level of frantic desperation there, some sort of want or need to consume you, or to be consumed.
He did everything hedonistically, but when it came to this actual hedonistic act he was more wrecked worship, praying at your altar and loving religiously.
Or fearfully.
"Heechul -" It's a gasp, mostly because he hasn't stopped kissing you long enough for you to breathe. "I'm not going anywhere, calm down. We have all the time in the world."
He looks anything but calm, pupils blown and hair disheveled, fists curling into the covers of his stupidly perfectly made bed, matching the rest of his stupidly perfect house. There's something almost gratifying about seeing him at the center of it all, a complete mess surrounded by sterile perfection.
"It's not that, it's just.." He's breathing heavily too, but you know that even after he gets his breath back he won't be finishing that sentence. He never does.
And maybe you're mean, for knowing exactly what it is that plagues him without bringing it up. But you feel you deserve this small level of power - Heechul was never the one to pursue anyone, and he had started this with you with the strict guidelines that it was just for fun.
He had trapped himself behind rules that he no longer wanted to follow, had fallen in love too hard and too fast - you are in his heart and if he loses you it will rip away a piece of him. His lonely heartbeat pulses in your veins, he can feel it when he kisses at your neck.
If he makes a move to make this anything more than "just for fun" he may lose you, love is not fleeting and you will be carved into his heart until he dies.
Your gaze is heavy on him but he tries to shrug it off, smiles in a carefree way that feels fake and plastic on his face as he leans in close to your lips again, releasing his covers from the death-grip he had them in just so he can bracket you in between his arms.
He knew he'd be on his back in less than a minute, your teeth at his throat and your fingers inside him.
"I just want to hurry up and have some fun." He breathes the lie into the air you're breathing, wicked smiles and swallowed confessions, ignorant that you already knew what he wouldn't say.
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