Nana

©️ heesroses 2026

Another late night at the office. You sigh, throwing your head back and tossing the overly heavy client review file on your desk.

“You’re still here?” 

You whip your head around to see a very tired Heeseung. His hair slightly disheveled, sleeves rolled up over his forearms, top buttons of his dress shirt unbuttoned. He stood there looking like a five star meal and you began to feel like rabid dog in need of something to bite.

“Yeah, boss is evil he assigned me ten new client review files to finish before tomorrow,” you clear your throat, running a hand through your hair, “what about you, Lee? What’re you still doin’ here?”

Heeseung is sweating. He’s always kind of had a thing for you. The way you were just so unapologetically you. You walked around with this quiet confidence that he envied to no end. You weren’t afraid to call people out on their bullshit, whether that be a superior or not. Heeseung looks down and anxiously cracks his knuckles.

“Kind of the same? I uh… got assigned with sorting the peer reviews we did last month” he says, scratching the back of his neck.

You nod, leaning back in your chair as you widen your legs slightly. Heeseung flushed at that, looking anywhere but at you. You noticed, obviously you noticed. He was always a bit of a Nervous Nelly around you. Constantly in a state of dry mouth whenever he would have to speak of you. What didn’t help was that it was probably the cutest sight you’ve ever seen.

The way he would actively have to silently hype himself up whenever approaching you. Or when he would nervously bound his leg and fidget sitting next to you in meetings. Even his little stutter. He was just so…

Cute.

“You alright, Lee? You seem a bit off…” you ask, feigning innocence. 

His eyes snap up to yours. Bad idea, very bad idea. You’re looking up at him from your chair with this teasing sparkle in your eye and a smirk that could end lives. Heeseung thinks he could die right then and there. He feels like a helpless rabbit who’s seconds away to becoming a famished predators dinner. 

“Oh! Oh yeah… I’m um… I’m great! Just really tired…” he says with that nervous giggle that makes your stomach cave in on itself.

“You sure?” You ask again, tilting your head.

He gives a small nod, voice betraying him. That makes you laugh. Was he always this damn cute when he was nervous?

You finally stand from your chair, walking towards him slowly. Heeseung’s breath hitched. Unsure of what to do he begins backing him until the back of his thighs reach the back of a desk.

“Why so nervous, Hee? Hm?” You ask softly, lips right next to his ear, breathe warm against his skin.

Heeseung’s at a loss for words and the ache forming underneath his slacks is in no way helping.

“Don’t think I don’t notice the way you look at me…” you whisper, nipping at his earlobe. He whimpers at that, his hands flying to your waist.

You giggle, a hand traveling up to his jaw. 

“So pretty…” you say, mostly to yourself. “You gonna need some help with that, gorgeous?” You ask, placing your other hand right next to very prominent tent in his pants.

Heeseung doesn’t think he can move, his grip on your waist tightens as you tut.

“Use your words or you get nothing”

“Yes- fuck yes please help me…” he breathes out, head falling onto your shoulder in pure desperation.

You laugh, muttering a small ‘cute’ before letting your hand travel down to unzip his fly. Slowly, you take him out of his slacks. Heavy, leaking and so fucking pretty.

You gently let your thumb rub over the slit, causing him to shudder into you, his grip on your waist bruising. You begin pumping him, slow at first and then gradually building up the pace.

Heeseung is a mess against you. He’s panting and whining about how good it feels. 

“You already close pretty?” You ask, tone mildly teasing.

All you get in response is a series of whines and moans, his brain having completely gone to mush.

“You can come, baby, it’s okay I’ve got you” you coo, your spare hand reaching behind his head to gently tug on his hair.

That sends him over the edge. He’s shaking and whining as he comes, making a mess all over himself and your hand. You sooth him by rubbing the back of his neck and playing with his hair, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

When he finds himself to be slightly more composed, he slowly lifts his head to look at you. Eyes hazy as tears run down his beautiful face, looking completely ruined. 

“T-Thank you…” he whispers before shoving his head into your neck and letting out a quiet sob.