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bsf!heeseung who’s been around since you could walk. him and his wide eyed wonder alongside your fun loving nature

bsf!heeseung who teases you in the most loving way possible.

the two of you are out getting lunch and you stumble over your words while talking to fast. heeseung laughs, raising a brow.

“sorry say that again?” he says, shit eating grin plastered on his face

you kick his shin underneath the table, causing heeseung to laugh again.

“shit, okay! okay i get it!”

bsf!heeseung who will walk with you anywhere at any time. he’s always down for some fresh air and quality time with you

bsf!heeseung who has an extra drawer of clothes for you at his apartment for when you stay over. you have one too but his clothes ended up getting mixed with yours due to you wearing them frequently. it’s not your fault they’re so comfy! and it’s not like heeseung’s complaining

bsf!heeseung who’s favourite hobby is laying on the floor and sharing music with you. he’ll connect his phone to your speakers and play whatever he’s had on recently, listening to your thoughts on every track. bonus points if there’s a joint or two involved

bsf!heeseung who fucking loves playing video games with you. whether that be playing vs each other or taking turns playing a story game, he loves it.

bsf!heeseung who can pick up on how you’re feeling at all times. not that he’s memorized them or anything, he just knows your tells. that rhythmic finger tapping against your thigh when you’re anxious. the way you flap your hands when you’re excited. the way you zone out when you’re trying not to cry. okay, maybe he has memorized just a few…

bsf!heeseung who calls you stupid shit all the time. when you were little it would be names like “fart face” or “poopy pants”. now, he’s grown particularly attached to calling you “bunny” or “bunny rabbit”. you don’t exactly know why or when this started, all you knew is that is made you feel all warm. especially when he added a “my” in front.

bsf!heeseung who’s lowkey a little possessive but would rather die than express those emotions in front of you. he thinks jealousy is an ugly emotion and tries so hard to suppress any feelings related to it but something about you giggling with that cute barista from the coffee shop you both go to is making him clutch his cup a little harder…

bsf!heeseung who’s so impossibly gentle, always soft spoken and doe eyed when talking to you

bsf!heeseung who’s gentleness carries out all thr way to his fingertips. roughy day? he’ll let you lay on his lap while he plays with your hair. need a hug? he’ll rub your back and hold you for as long as you need

bsf!heeseung who hates to see you upset. it feels like someone placed a physical weight on his chest whenever he sees you cry.

you had called him crying because the date your cousin had tried to set you up on had bailed. you had gotten all dressed up and felt the best you’ve felt in months.

heeseung’s heart shattered hearing you sound so defeated on the other side of the line. he got in his car and drove to you almost immediately, refusing to let you walk back to your place.

by the time his car rolls up to the restaurant, he sees you outside, hugging yourself to keep warm.

“hee?” you ask, tilting your head to look inside the car.

heeseung then pops out of the driver seat, rushing over to you and pulling you into him.

“hey bun…” he says softly against your hair, a hand running through the strands as the other stays firm against your back.

“i feel like an idiot” you sniffle against him.

he immediately pulls back, cupping your face. you’re mascara had run dark lines across your cheek due to the tears. heeseung felt like he was going to be sick.

“you’re not an idiot…” he says, gently wiping the stained make up with his thumb. “you just got stood up, y/n. he’s the idiot. i promise you, you did nothing wrong” he reassures.

you nod against his hand. he pets your hair a few more times before ushering you towards the passenger seat of his car, helping you in.

the drive back to his apartment was mostly silent safe from the faint music playing over the radio. heeseung kept peering over at you, making sure you were at least an ounce better than you were earlier.

he lets you shower, leaving you a spare t-shirt (his) and a pair of shorts (yours). you then meet him on the couch, curling into his side.

“i wanna burrow myself in a hole and never come out again” you state, voice muffled.

heeseung lets out an amused huff, arm wrapping around your shoulders like it’s second nature.

“oh c’mon…” he says in this teasing but incredibly soft tone. “don’t feel like that over a stupid guy. he’s not worth your time or feelings, y/n”

you know he’s right. of course he is. you just ignore it, huffing in response and relaxing even further into him.

once asleep, he picks you up and lays you in his bed. he then crawls in and you, craving some kind of connection, curl into his side once more. sleep over taking you both.

bsf!heeseung who has been way more present since that night. not that he wasn’t present before! but it just felt more noticeable now. his touch seemed to burn more, his nicknames seemed to make your stomach flip in ways it hadn’t before

bsf!heeseung who, at this point, is fucking whipped for you.

bsf!heeseung who hasn’t stopped thinking about you since that night he picked you up.

bsf!heeseung who doesn’t understand why you need anyone else when you have him.

bsf!heeseung who invites you over again for your usual “do nothing and lay on floor and listen to music” thing

bsf!heeseung who probably smoked a bit too much, who’s now getting a little bold. not that you’re complaining though, you’re the one that said he was too far and insisted he moves closer to you. how you ended up in his lap, however, is beyond both of you

bsf!heeseung who buries his face into the crook of your neck, hands moving up and down your waist as you play with his hair. just wanting to hold each other

bsf!heeseung who gets a sudden surge of confidence, kissing and nipping at your neck complimenting you like crazy. “so sweet” “look so pretty in my shirt” “smell so good, can’t get enough of you” “my pretty bunny rabbit” “mine”

bsf!heeseung who is now a mess beneath you as he rams his impossibly hard cock into you, whining about how good it feels, how good you are, how much he fucking loves your pussy.

bsf!heeseung who cums shaking. he wants to keep going through, lazily grinding back into you, causing you to whimper from overstimulation.

bsf!heeseung who then flips you over, pulling out and dropping straight to his knees.

bsf!heeseung who eats you out for god knows how long. you’re both high off the weed and each other, sensitive and unbelievably needy.

bsf!heeseung who then carries you to his bed, deciding that another few rounds would do you both some good. you agree and spend the next hour tangled with heeseung making messy, passionate love.

bsf!heeseung who doesn’t let you go the rest of the night.

“bunny rabbit you’re so perfect…” he mutters into your hair, voice crackly from the previous actions.

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.