#aerith writes

Lashes, check. Blush, check. Now, lips–Knock, knock! “Pizza delivery!”

You snapped out of your routine with lip gloss barely twisted open. You turned to your balcony window with a cocked brow. Lo and behold, the city’s most beloved superhero waved through the glass door with a ruffled bouquet of daisies on hand. You rolled your eyes before focusing back on your make-up.

“It’s open,” you said aloud before painting the gloss on your lips.

Spider-Man entered your studio apartment with ease. He pulled his mask over his head before ruffling his hair all over. Through your periphery, he flashed you a sheepish smile and the transformation completed–the superhero turned into the simple Lee Heeseung. As you smacked your lips together, you watched him stride towards you in the mirror. He reached out to you–hesitating for a split second–before tucking your hair away to plant a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Hi, pretty,” he whispered onto your skin. He also placed the ruffled daisies over your vanity. 

You beamed up to him, leaning onto his warmth. “Hi Spidey. Thanks for the flowers.”

“And as always, sorry to disturb.” He chuckled as he pulled away, settling on your bed. “There’s, like, 30 minutes left until Boss hunts us down. Take your time, and let me know if we’re ready to go, okay?”

You shook your head in amused disbelief. He spoke as if he would be driving you around the city. Nonetheless, you just hummed. “Alright!”

Besides, who would have thought you’d date Spider-Man?

Disclaimer: Spider-Man wasn’t your boyfriend yet. There are pros and cons in dating a superhero, and these should factor in your eventual commitment with him. Luckily, your superhero was also super earnest. You can’t help but appreciate his efforts, like:

As he just did, you always get a bouquet of white daisies or sunflowers. However, as you saw earlier, the bouquet can be barely intact because, well, he swung to get here. 

He still brings you to work though, because–plot twist–Spider-Man is your co-worker! You practically get a free ride to work everyday, but getting ready can be messy… Because… You guessed it–you swung to get there.

No, you did not have issues with his swinging. That is his entire gimmick, after all. You personally found it thrilling up in the sky, feeling the air on your face, skimming through the valleys of buildings, and relishing in the adrenaline. Plus, those webs? You have no idea how much they have saved you (and your dishes) so many times.

You brushed through your hair with products, taming it as much as you could before fighting against the city air. You glanced at the mirror to check on Heeseung and you bit back a chuckle. He simply gawked at you. His doe-like eyes followed your every move, completely mesmerized by your routine. It wrung at your heart a little.

Who would have thought you’d date Lee Heeseung?

You met Heeseung in university years ago. He was the stammering genius classmate in your general education courses. He even became a video producer for the student publication at the time, while you were a student journalist writing investigative news. In rare instances where you reported on screen, you noted how quiet yet excellently he worked. That dynamic translated well into the present. You were now a broadcast journalist in The Star Inquirer, while Heeseung was an audio technician on set. Both rookies who excelled in their fields. 

Since then, you always knew Heeseung to be stellar until a performance crash during senior year. He worked as an intern in the laboratories of the Park conglomerates, but it closed down due to the fraudulent scandals of Mr. Park. Heeseung revealed to you that he became the Green Goblin, the criminal mastermind that funded not only the city’s developments but also the criminal scene. News whispered that his only son, Park Sunghoon, stepped up to the role, hoping to redeem his father’s legacy. Alongside that chaos, Heeseung underwent his own transformation. 

That was the behind-the-scenes of a superhero debut: Spider-Man imprisoning the Green Goblin. You were lucky to coin the names first, and your student publication went crazy viral over it. You also watched how your co-staffers fawned over Spider-Man too much when you first interviewed him. 

You scheduled another interview with him after being interrupted by the police. You needed the content for your article, after all, then you saw Spider-Man alright. On your balcony, with his mask pulled over his head without realizing your presence. You locked eyes with Heeseung that night. 

The rest was history. 

Well, besides the little tidbit where he asked you out after graduation. He wanted to court you in the old-fashioned way. He also confessed his crush on you since freshman year. He thanked you endlessly for his trust. He was red the entire time, so it was not difficult to say yes. By twist of fate, you two ended up in the same studio. And with how things are going, you think it wouldn’t be too long until you accept his proposal. Nonetheless, he still assured that he would wait for you no matter how long. 

You think you were ready anyway. You were really just waiting for your big break before making things too real. 

Your big break. Fuck.

“Oh my god,” you exhaled out as the realization dawned on you. Your nagging boss flashed in your mind. Your mood soured immediately. A front-page article was due for two weeks, and all rookie writers competed for a spot. You had been stuck at your pitch for days, staring at scrapped drafts and rejected desks splattered all over your screen. You rubbed your temples, heaving. 

Upon sensing your distress, Heeseung reached over to you. “Hey, you okay?” He looked over you with creased brows and a worried gaze. He stroked the back of your hair. “Need a day off?”

You shook your head with an exasperated sigh. “Just remembered that Boss is about to kick my ass.” You glance over your tall companion who seemed to only listen eagerly. “I was supposed to send over a draft for the front page, but he just kept rejecting me.”

“Oh.” Heeseung grimaced. He was not too well-versed with the ins-and-outs of writing, but he had seen the fervent passion of their boss during pitching season. He practically hunted down for the next big thing. “Got any ideas?”

You shrugged, drumming your fingers against the vanity and tapping your shoes rhythmically on your hardwood floors. You revisited your ideas–considered new ones. Your gaze glossed over your small apartment, the stress closing in on you but you stare. The bright white ceilings. The clutter of photos and posters on walls. Sprawled sheets on bed. Superhero not-boyfriend looking at you worriedly–

Wait.

Superhero not-boyfriend.

Heeseung called out your name, voice dripping in concern. His pouty lips turned even poutier. Glossier even. It would have been endearing if it were not for the spike of energy rushing through you. You turned your chair, leaning forward suddenly to grasp his wrists. He jumped (despite his Spidey Senses?), wide-eyed, but he melted when he caught the sparkle in your eyes.

“What popped up?” He asked coolly.

Spider-Man popped up in your head. You refrained from discussing any public scrutiny of the hero with Heeseung. You knew that he already deals with that on his own, but the concern still lingers. Despite the many years he had served, his reputation had taken a slow, nasty turn when the crime rates started to pick up. The citizens may have ignored the rare cases of gangs collecting weapons or starting riots, but some noticed that it had become more aggressive. They hoped for Spider-Man, but his presence alone didn’t temper any fears.

The patterns of crimes also concern you. Heeseung had hinted that the perpetrators were former crooks of Green Goblin. While that was expected, Heeseung worried that they would move near the KALPA Foundation. It was where his childhood friend and aunt worked. The odd patterns could signify a mole in the building, but it was too much of a coincidence to confirm. 

While he had insisted that everything was fine, you knew Heeseung, too. The fact that he had eventually avoided updating you on his investigations. He had grown more tense recently, but still pretended that–yes–everything was fine. You played along to not worry him, but the fear lingers. You were scared for him. You didn’t know what would happen.

You began your own investigations and similar pitches to your boss a while back. They were all rejected–too presumptuous, too simple, or too nothing. You needed to know more, but the leads all turned up nothing. Who could’ve thought that the possible solution of your problems is just right in front of you? 

With a deep exhale, you breathed out. “Can I interview you?”

Heeseung furrowed his brows. As if the thought juggled and swung through his mind, he looked side to side before settling his stare back at you. Awkwardly and shakily, he pointed at himself. “Me? As in Heeseung?”

“I’d love to,” you giggled, cupping his soft cheeks in your hands. You chased a soft kiss on his nose. He doesn’t have to know all the details right? You ponder to yourself.  “But alas, I need Spider-Man this time around. Is that okay?’ You pinched his cheeks. He looked like a hamster. He was so cute. You feel bad for hiding your intentions like this. “I could go on your superhero motives, or a casual day-in-a-life feature? The city has been peaceful lately…”

Heeseung only hummed before falling silent. You wondered if he had seen through you. He’d insist you to stop whatever you were doing.  He didn’t want you to be involved, but it could not stop you in your own investigations. There were still gaps. You couldn’t rely on hunches.

But, maybe it was too risky to actually involve Heeseung in your investigations. You would rely on him too much. Too risky for the both of you. You backed out from your idea. “If you don’t want to, it’s really–”

“No, it’s alright,” Heeseung reassured, the relaxed, easy smile coming back to his face. He patted your hands over his cheeks. “I was just worried that you’d be in danger. I wanted to make sure that the city–” He stole a quick kiss onto your palm, your heart jumped. “–and especially you to be safe.”

“Aand, I would be a bad suitor if I didn’t support your career, right?” Heeseung chuckled, pulling your hands down and intertwining your fingers. “I’ll do it.”

You squeezed his hands. “Really?”

“Really, really.” Heeseung grinned. “Tonight?”

Suddenly, you were on your tip-toes, planting a kiss on the corner of his lips. “YES! Thank you so much. I owe you a big one!” You pulled away and took a deep breath.  You reached over your perfume to spritz over your touchpoints. As you placed down the bottle, Heeseung stood up—stretched his arms and lengthened his back. You carried over your work bag over your shoulders, all secure for the trip ahead. “Alright, I’m ready!”

Heeseung looked at you once and to the floor, letting out an amused half. He slipped his mask back over his head while you opened your balcony door–relishing the skyline of the city. It didn’t take long until an arm snaked around your waist. 

Once everything settled, Spider-Man pulled you closer onto his back as you wrapped your limbs around him. You watched his mask squint into your direction as he asked. “You comfy?”

“Yep!” You leaned onto his shoulders, taking in his scent. 

Spider-Man chuckled. “Alright, let’s take off.”

Admittedly, you would take swinging 100km/h over the chaos of The Star Inquirer.

If a bystander entered the studio, you would think a world-level crisis just occurred. Staff members all over were scrambling on the floors. Camera operators were tinkering with lens and equipment. Producers and editors looked over callsheets, papers, and directions for the umpteenth time. Jihyo, the floor director, already pulled you into your spot as you scribbled final notes on your script.

It was a relief that Jihyo actually chose you for a morning broadcast. It was minor local news, but it was still a rare opportunity for a rookie. That would mean you were at least doing something right, however that did not temper the bubbling anxiety up your throat. For someone who had spoken in front of the camera for years, the frost of the first recording never left you. Even if you rehearsed all night, you could only pray you don’t fuck up until the last second.

The same could be said for the interview with Spider-Man later. You prided yourself in being an excellent interviewer during your university days, but you only had a conflict of interest just recently. You talked about your questions on the fly earlier. You even sent Heeseung in writing your questions, but you also noted that there could still be follow-up questions. You prepared the whole script in your head, but it won’t always go as planned.

It shook you a bit. You cared about your work so much. The reason you had gone this far was developing that cutthroat work ethic people knew you for. That, unfortunately, could compromise personal connections, so you practiced separating your life and work closely. That was not something Heeseung himself is familiar with, you admitted to yourself. You wonder if you should back out from your original idea…

“Hey, can we check the audio levels one last time?” Heeseung asked aloud, and you turned to his voice. 

He was behind the camera, tinkering with god-knows-what on the audio equipment. He continued to listen to the operators, while his toned arms (why was he wearing tank tops at work?) carried the boom mic with ease. Some producers snickered behind him before he cringed–taking off his in-ears before glaring and pouting at them. Their laughs just got louder. You even giggled under your breath–heat flushing your cheeks. He had always been easy to tease.

Jihyon ran up to him to give last-minute instructions, pointing towards you. Naturally, you met Heeseung’s gaze who just grinned up at you. He carried the mic over one shoulder and raised a fist, flashing a small smile and raised brows. ‘You can do this!’ He seemed to say as he nodded along the director’s orders. You tore away your own staring, feeling the heat just blaze in your cheeks. You couldn’t afford to be distracted right now, you convince yourself. You had work. He had work. He just looked a little too fi–

A loud shout of your name captured your attention. There was the bane of your existence your boss, Kim Seokjin, walking up to you. His hands rubbed together mischievously. He smirked. “So, how’s the best rookie with the next big pitch?”

“Flaterrer,” you chided. You rolled your eyes, pretending you were not swallowing the nerves down your throat. “But, I’m happy to inform you I have gotten a lead on a certain…” You trailed off your words, watching how his eyes widened with growing interest. “Bug guy…” His smirk grew wider. “And an ex-CEO.”

Fanfare played in your head when Seokjin shrugged but raised his brows. “Alright, but those are tricky leads. I told you about this. What’d you get?”

“The best rookie managed to snatch an interview!” You whistled, beaming up proudly when Boss let out a gasp. “I already sent over my initial outline earlier, so you can check them out after the live–which my cue will be in a bit.”

Seokjin clapped loudly before dramatically spinning with arms stretched out and head high up high. “A GIG! WITH SPIDER-MAN! FINALLY IN THE STAR INQUIRER.” He pointed a finger at you, nodding approvingly. “ALL THANKS TO THE ROOKIE.”

Some producers clapped for you while others laughed at Seokjin. You waved them off shyly, but you only had eyes on Heeseung who raised another fist bump for you. You giggled and copied the fist bump, mouthing a ‘thank you.’

He mouthed back an ‘always.’ Your heart only continued to race. 

It didn’t take long until Boss finally went into full director mode. You were about to go live about the upcoming election dates, increase of crime rates, and other miscellaneous events. Heeseung approached you with the boom mic, the sweat from carrying heavy equipment dripped down his bare arms. Such physique usually hid behind the spandex of his suits. You cleared your throat. He really had grown a lot over the years.

Heeseung smirked at you, teasing. “Like what you see?”

“Heeseung!” You hissed in horror. You felt lightheaded. You hide your face behind the script, taking a deep breath to fix your composure. “We’ll be live in a minute.”

“Yep, and you are loud and clear,” Heeseung noted proudly, tapping on his in-ears. He smiled at you again, but this time, he bared his whole teeth. You thought you couldn’t breathe anymore. “Good luck, you’re gonna do great.”

Your heart fluttered. “Tha–”

BOOM!

Everyone turned their heads. The loud explosion was too loud–probably just right outside the studio. The door suddenly swung right open. The security guard ran in. Heaving. An eruption of screams blasted within the set. Yet, you only stared at Heeseung who was already setting down his equipment. Eyes focused. Sharp. 

“EVACUATE! NOW!” The guard shouted. 

Producers started helping others in setting the equipment aside. Jihyo helped guide the others to the emergency exits. Chaos strewn up in the place once more–but more dangerous, more risky. Amidst the mess, Seokjin was rallying up his most experienced crew shouting. “EVERYONE, LOCK IN. WE CAN GET SPIDER-MAN ON THE SPOT. I KNOW IT.”

You locked eyes with Heeseung. You knew he would rush outside as Spider-Man, but still, he ran up to you. Large firm hands grasped on your shoulders, but thumbs rubbed them soothingly. 

“Stay safe,” Heeseung said. Plain and simple.

You nodded. “You too.”

“Of course.” Heeseung beamed sheepishly before staggering a bit. He pivoted his step, taking a deep breath, and just glanced at you. “I’ll pick you up later?”

You huffed in amusement. Classic Heeseung. “I’ll be waiting.”

Then, he was gone. You followed suit with the crowd towards the exit, avoiding the debris and smoke. Seokjin and the crew were still behind the studio doors. The criminals seemed to scramble on the floors. Their faces looked panicked. Horrified. Funny because they were the ones that caused the chaos. The leader, who had a mysterious gun that swirled with odd energy, pointed the weapon wildly at the running crowd.

He almost pulled the trigger when a thwip! breezed through the wind. Webs wrapped around the muzzle. With a swoosh, Spider-Man swung and kicked the leader’s face. Keeping up with the momentum, he did a backflip—landing effortlessly–and scanned the area. 

“Those things look dangerous, man.” Spider-Man sighed, putting hands on his hips. A deeper voice left him–a subtle voice changer to keep up the whole anonymous thing. “In what intergalactic planet did y’all get that? You don’t look like you ca–WOAH!”

A crony swung a punch behind him. The superhero dodged with ease before pushing the man backwards. With another flick of the wrist, he webbed him onto the floor. “No back attacks! That’s unfair!”

Reinforcements started to sprint into the scene. Most employees were out of the building. Bystanders only stared at the spectacle in front of them. While Heeseung told you to stay clear from any danger, you couldn’t help but watch. You were hiding behind an electric post from the other side of the road. 

On one hand, the combat mesmerized you. Spider-Man took them down one by one. Others scrambled away in surrender. Others webbed. Punched up into the air. Kicked the hell out of their asses. On the other hand, you looked at the odd weapons and the oozing black-blue energy. It still emitted from the truck where reinforcements were. The truck was scrubbed off any names, but you made out the silhouette from the stain. It was familiar too–it looked like an old truck of KALPA. 

Another clue. That was something to check on later.

Spider-Man continued fighting the crooks. He webbed the door closed before running up the wall, tackling a brute with webs away from the studio. You bit back a smile. He learned his lesson from a while back, when he got an earful from you after breaking equipment from the university publication. 

It did not take long until Spider-Man had webbed everyone down. The police finally arrived at the scene. The crowd started cheering for him, and he followed the energy. He waved around, greeting everyone he could get near, but still, he never failed to find you in the masses–throwing a quick wink. The grin on your face only grew bigger. 

Heeseung had always been the sweetest, even long before you two dated. His shy demeanor contrasted with the peppy, more energetic superhero personality. Yet, you saw both sides all the time regardless who showed up. You could not really separate Spider-Man from the Lee Heeseung you grew to adore.

But, the world would not always see it that way. Spider-Man is at the crossroads of his reputation–the general public either hate him or love him. Again, maybe you should step out of your original idea. You could always trust Spider-Man. You wonder if your interview should actually focus on the hero himself, but there were more pressing matters to attend to. For your career. For the truth. A job is a job, and it shouldn’t be taken personally. Heeseung had always been professional, too, right? 

There was nothing to worry about.

“I’m a little worried about this,” you admitted leaning over the headrest. You cuddled the Spider-Man face cushion closer to your body. “Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

By your kitchenette area, Heeseung was whipping up two cups of matcha latte. He poured the oat milk down the glasses while trying to reassure you. “A hundred percent. You gave me a briefer of the questions. About Green Goblin. Mr. Park. KALPA. Everything about those with Spider-Man involved.” He then poured the matcha mixture over the glasses. “Plus, it would be Spider-Man talking to the Star. It won’t exactly be me talking to you.”

Heeseung walked up by your bedside table, serving up your iced matcha latte as you sat up by your bed. He settled on the couch in front of you, sipping his own drink. You mindlessly stirred your own with the straw, still hesitant. You murmured. “You know how I am with work–too serious. Too… detached.” You frowned. “I don’t want to fight over this.”

“We won’t,” Heeseung affirmed. He leaned over and squeezed your knee in assurance. “Once the recording rolls, like I said, it won’t be me and you. It’s Spider-Man and the best rookie of Star, alright?” He smiled when you chortled. “Plus, Spider-Man is cool, he can take any questions easily.”

You pursed your lips before sipping into the matcha latte. He made it just like how you liked it. He remembered. You still smacked your lips thinking. Heeseung drew close to you again, before poking your cheek. He called out your name.

“Penny for your thoughts, pretty daisy?” He beamed up at you. 

You shook your head. “Just don’t wanna scare off my potential boyfriend with my work persona.”

“What?” Heeseung chuckled. He looked at you in disbelief, opening and closing mouth in shock. He leaned on the couch. He looked up to the sky. “Let me process for a moment.”

“What scared you?” You threw your head back, giggling. “The scaring off or the potential boyfriend?”

Heeseung fought back a grin as he heard the words. He covered his mouth with his hands. He whined out your name. “Stop, I’m gonna die.”

“You’re such a loser,” you teased. You rolled your eyes. “Isn’t that what this whole thing is about?” You pointed at him and then yourself. 

“I know, but like–” Heeseung giggled again. “I could be your boyfriend. I can’t wait.” He bared his entire smile in front of you. Cheeks pink. Then. his eyes widened when he realized what he said. “BUT! Take your time, by the way. No pressure. No harm, no foul. I’m patient. Very very patient so–”

Now, you leaned over, stealing a quick chaste kiss from him. His jaw dropped when you pulled away. You cocked up a brow. “That wasn’t the first time we kissed, Hee.”

“Still.” He pouted, fighting his grin.

You laughed again. You felt more relaxed now. You just hoped for the best.  “Whatever, let’s get started, shall we?”

After a breather, you fished your phone and notes out. With the voice recorder ready, Heeseung relaxed on the couch as he waited for your cue. His voice changer clipped by his collar like a microphone. The two drinks remained unfinished. You straightened your posture. You poised your pen.

“Spider-Man,” you called out. Heeseung tried to get into the groove, calling back your own name.

“Recently, you’ve come under a lot of fire by the local government,” you began. Heeseung just hummed in agreement. He knew what the people were talking about. “The current mayor announced he was going to look into your actions around the city–”

“Which includes,” he interrupted, shrugging his shoulders. “Stopping crime.”

You hummed, tapping your pen onto the paper. “Maybe you did.”

“Not maybe. I did,” he insisted.

You shrugged. “Okay, Spider-Man, how?”

“I stopped Green Goblin,” he said, ready to explain himself. He had to be more direct, especially when you were asking questions. “Then now, I try to stop his cro–”

“Try?” Now, you interjected, raising a brow. “Does trying mean damaging city property? Or interrupting police investigations that correlated to the stagnation of crime rates?”

“No one died.”

“That couldn’t be said for the collateral damage in the Park headquarters when you fought Green Goblin. Employees were found injured during rescue operations,” you argued. “To minimize the damage, were there attempts to merely discuss?”

Heeseung made a face. Disappointment painted over his features. “I already told you about this.”

You paused the recording. “I know, Hee, but this is all on record. For Star.”  Your heart started to feel heavy.

“Yeah, but you know how I feel about that.”

“Even if I did,” you sighed, fiddling with your pen. “I’m not asking the question. Star is.”

“Is it necessary?” He grimaced.

You stayed silent. “We can skip it.”

“No–it’s okay. I was just caught off guard,” Heeseung reassured. He paused for a moment, before gesturing to your phone. Hesitantly, you turned it on again.

“I did try to talk to Green Goblin,” he answered wistfully. “In Park HQ.” 

“How?”

“By swinging to his place and talking, but he wasn’t super cooperative, you know.” Heeseung tried to joke, but the silence made his voice trail off. He watched you closely as you bit your lips. Your brows furrowed as you scribbled on your notes. He sensed something was up.

“Did he reveal any plans to continue his criminal legacy? What were his motives?” You questioned. Guilt wracked at you for a moment. You knew Mr. Park, through Heeseung’s friend, only wanted to revive his wife. However, that was too precarious for the public. “Does not help that Goblin’s men have surrounded themselves in KALPA, getting our attention–”

That information alarmed Heeseung. Wide-eyed, he grasped your wrist to catch your attention. His lips pursed into a thin line. “Why are you looking into that? I told you not to.”

“It’s already a known lead by Star, and it’s brewing behind the scenes now,” you reasoned, shoulders dropping. The cat’s out of the bag now. “The attack in the Star Inquirer studios has been connected to the Goblin activities by the police men. The deliveries already aroused suspicion. It should be looked into–”

“That’s dangerous.” He hissed. He frowned. “Don’t ever go to KALPA alone. You know people are plotting, but you still jump into danger. I already worry about my Aunt and Jungwon. I just want you to be safe–”

“This is my job, Spider-Man.” You suddenly cringed at yourself, but it was the role you are playing now–like how he played his role as a hero. 

Heeseung fumed, standing up–trying to ground himself. “Your job, huh? You could die there. It’s not safe to be around Green Goblin’s shi–”

“But nothing is happening, Spider-Man.” You held the pen tight. You muttered his hero name with a drop of hostility. It was getting too personal. “The attack showed that you are not protecting the city enough, as you had claimed. Even Mr. Park covered his own–”

Immediately, Heeseung turned to you, voice exhausted and low. “That doesn’t change anything!” He voiced your name in disappointment. “Do you really feel that? What do you think I am doing? Is this interview really for me or for you to get in danger again and again–”

“Hee, this is on the record!” You called out again, turning off the recording. “And I cannot just depend on you! I don’t want to do nothing!”

“I’m not asking you to depend on me, I just want you to be safe!”

“But I–! We–! Star need the truth to be safe.” You exhaled out exasperatedly.

Heeseung huffed. “Star, huh? You’re just thinking about your big break again.” He brushed his fingers through his hair. “Is this what it was all for? Getting intel from me so you can snoop behind my back? You should’ve known better.”

“Heeseung,” you murmured, your heart dropping to your stomach. Tears pricked at your eyes. “It’s not my fault you…Y-you… You keep things under the wraps and it terrifies me and–”

Heeseung’s arms dropped to his sides. Silence suffocating the room. You stopped at your tracks.  “I scare you?” Heeseung whispered.

You widened your eyes. Immediately, you attempted to contract your words. “No, Hee, I–we…” You tugged onto your sleeves. You looked away. That was Heeseung’s answer. 

“I try not to care about many things, I really do.” Heeseung tried to reassure you, but he stepped away. “But hearing all of this from you, I just–” He ran his fingers messily through his hair. “I didn’t want to scare you–I thought–” He paused. He inhaled, then exhaled. “I need a breather. I’ll just be out in a sec.”

He’s leaving. You started to panic. “Heeseung, you told me–”

“We’re not fighting.” Heeseung said, but he still picked up his things. He ripped off his voice changer, equipping his web slingers and already turning his back on you. “I just need a breather–”

“In the middle of an interview. You always do this,” you muttered dejectedly and he looked back at you in disbelief. “Pretending nothing is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong,” he countered. “Plus, I’m sure you already have a lot of content for your article.” He frowned. “And a whole lot more you can’t use. And you shouldn’t snoop in any others’ business but yours.”

You glanced at the matcha lattes, half-empty and room temperature. You leaned over the headrest before standing up, picking up the cups and going to your kitchenette–parallel to where Heeseung was standing on the balcony door. He called out your name.

“Just go,” you said aloud, before breathing out. “I knew this would never work.”

Your name left his lips once more, worried. “What does that mean?”

“Nothing. I just told you I’m not good with these relationship things,” you reminded him, pouring down the latte down the sink. “Can’t balance anything.” You attempted to blink out the tears away from your eyes as you heard Heeseung thwipped his web and swung away from your apartment. 

You rarely fought with Heeseung, even during university days. You had known to be more level-headed, but his dedication as Spider-Man made him lose so much–his family, his time, and his dreams. You knew he reconnected with a childhood friend a while back, but things were still being taken slowly. He didn’t have time to worry about the trivialities of the public while danger still lurks, but he was right–hearing it come from you was a different kind of sourness. 

While things were prepared, emotions were heightened–you were trying to fish your big break irresponsibly. He trusted you, but you shook him. He really needed to take a breather, as he usually did when life gets overwhelming but the sheer dread sinking in your stomach was too much. He pushed first, and you ultimately pushed away. 

But still, you wanted to make this work. Heeseung could’ve gone back to his own apartment from another block, so you could make your way to it in minutes. You made sure to lock everything in your apartment, kept your essentials in your bag, and wrapped a stolen varsity jacket around your body for warmth. You could buy a dessert on the way as an apology. You threw on comfier clothing before making your way out of the apartment building.

The city had been quiet until you found a familiar truck a couple of blocks across you. You turned rigid when you saw those guns oozing with energy. Four men surrounded the vehicle. Your survival instincts told you to turn the other way and run. But, something deep inside you stuck you in place. 

Heeseung could still be nearby. You can ask for help, but for now–you need to learn more. Carefully, you snuck behind the cars, eyeing the figures carefully. You focused on their voices. From what you had checked, it was only a couple of men in casual wear. The brute–the leader, assumedly–called someone, spewing curses and frustration to the recipient. Staring at him longer, the clothes looked similar to those that ran away from the studio earlier. Hierarchy goes quickly, huh?

“Ya think I can’t handle my own fuckin’ men? Ha!” He sneered. He turned his back, and you took the opportunity to sneak a little closer. Huffing frustrations, the leader turned on the speaker so his two goons could listen in.

“You almost blew our cover.” the caller said, voice young yet cold. It sounded familiar too–? But you couldn’t rely on mere assumptions. “Dispose of the weapons behind KALPA.  You are compromised.”

“Ya got some fuckin’ guts, kid. You think Park could do–” The leader snarked, but the call suddenly ended. The line got cut. The leader got even angrier, throwing a strong punch against the truck. “FUCK. We fuckin’ got nothin’! But this kid has nothing on us. What the fuck is that Park runt thinking?”

“Boss, we gotta throw away the guns,” the more laidback goon muttered, voice shaking. “I’ve seen what he could do. It’s not just bullshit.”

“BULLSHIT! Who gives a fuck about a kid, huh?!” The leader pushed his phone on the other man. “Where the fuck’s Taeoh anyway?”

You looked over the men and realized that there was one missing. Your breath hitched as you tried to pivot your footing away–only to hit an obstacle. You fell on your ass, hands scraped by the asphalt. You looked up to a man glaring at you. You scrambled to get your taser in your pocket, but the man kicked your wrist away. You glared up at him, ignoring the looming shadow over you.

“Found a rat in the sewers,” he said.

You sneered. “You can’t get away from thi–!”

Heeseung planted his face onto his palms. 

A deep breath escaped him. He brushed his hands through his hair, looking up to the night sky to ground himself. Alas, the pit on his stomach only deepened when your drooping figure flashed in his mind. 

“Why are you so stupid, Lee Heeseung!?” He hissed, falling back to the cement floors of the rooftop. He laid his forearm over his eyes. “You ran away again.”

There had only been one other instance when the two of you fought. In the pouring rain. Angered, worried arguments. It was before he brought down Mr. Park. You two weren’t even that close yet. Heeseung just wanted to protect you, but you remained stubbornly defiant–only for you to patch up his injuries after the whole fiasco.

However, that was all circumstantial at the time. He cowardly walked away when his hard work was put into question. When the safety he built got compromised. To make matters worse, the interrogation came from you. You knew him. His struggles. His fears. 

He had his reasons. Secrets had to be kept so the world–and you–could be safe. But as you had said, not knowing the truth could be terrifying. You were not attacking him, but rather was finding your own measures to be safe. Spider-Man can’t always be there. Heeseung was too sensitive to admit that.

Plus, you were right. You always were. Heeseung often than not walks away when things get difficult, in hopes that he could handle it himself once the dust (ergo his panicked nervous system) settles. He should’ve learned that chaos only festers in silence.

The guilt tightened its hold around his throat. Relying that everything turned out alright became a terrible habit for Spider-Man. But it is one that Lee Heeseung needed to break, because the world is not as forgiving for Lee Heeseung. 

However, as both Spider-Man and Lee Heeseung, he must own up to his mistakes. He knew better than to mistrust you, after everything you had done for and with him. He exhaled what was left of his doubt and dropped himself off the building, the pacing as familiar as his hundred visits to your balcony. He thwipped his web onto your glass door before landing quietly. 

Heeseung called out your name. You didn’t respond. The lights of your apartment were still lit, but any semblance of your presence was unseen. The balcony door was unlocked–a habit in his visits, even when they fought–so Heeseung slid into your space. Fear wracked up at him when you were not on your bed, nor your table, couch or kitchenette. 

He felt bile rise up his throat. Something was wrong. 

Then, his police notification rang. “Kidnapping behind KALPA. I repeat, Kidnapping behind KALPA. All nearby officers head to the coordinates,” the officer announced. 

He rushed to take off his clothes to reveal his suit. He webbed his clothes at the corner of your room. Heeseung rushed to the window, swinging towards the location by instinct as panic took over. Yet, his heart screamed that please, please, please let it not be you. Alas, his blood went cold as the officer detailed the victim based on the others’ accounts. It matched yours.

He let go of his web, propelling himself down the tall building. The guilt rushed to him as he dived down. Please be safe. He closed his eyes. Wait for me. The momentum continued to build until the rush of the wind and heat of the ground felt even closer. He angled his wrist upwards and thwip! He swung more quickly across buildings. He launched himself in tighter spots to pick up speed. 

He had to save you. He will save you.

Heeseung webbed himself up a tall building, parallel to the KALPA Foundation. He tried to recall all possible locations. He looked into the trucks before. The packages unloaded onto the back all get carried to the nearby storage room, but the staff always left a couple of boxes behind. After enough snooping, he knew of an underground chute that couldn’t be accessed the last time he checked. He squinted. He didn’t see anyone there–must be somewhere else. 

He then webbed onto the KALPA building, crawling up on the wall until he reached the rooftop. There, he heard whispers nearby. He surveyed the area by peeking through for a moment before hiding back into the shadows. He spotted four men, two chattering close by, a brute by the doorway of the rooftop, and one by garbage bin. 

He squinted at the last guy who seemed to be talking–arguing, mostly–to someone behind the garbage bin. He could hear a familiar angry voice. He sighed in relief. It must be you. You sounded okay. He should immobilize the rest of the men first though. 

“Bro, you were so stupid snatching that chick in broad daylight,” a man chastised. 

Heeseung raised his brow as he eavesdropped on the two men. He climbed more closely until the two were in an earshot. 

The other man crossed his arms. “She was snoopin’ in our business, Saeyoung!” Wow, first name basis. They must’ve worked long, Heeseung thought. “Big Boss would shoot our heads off.”

“But still… Looks like she’s awake. Feisty too. Seongmin is arguing with her now.”

Heeseung scoffed. “Damn, I knew criminals could feel guilty, but scolding your own guy? That’s a first,” he whispered to himself. “But seems like you’re okay… Thank god… Now, it’s time for a little Spidey time.”

With a high angle and flick of a wrist, he webbed a vent–distracting Saeyoung, moving away. Heeseung whistled before launching himself up in the air and seizing the other one onto the floor–knocking him out. Before Saeyoung could turn around, Heeseung jumped towards him–webbing his mouth and then pushing him off the building.

As if time slowed, Heeseung pushed himself away from Saeyoung before webbing him onto the wall. The force against the building knocked him out. Heeseung threw in more webs to secure him before sticking back to the wall. After ensuring that he wouldn’t fall, Heeseung patted him on the chest. “Sleep tight, Saeyoung-nim.”

Thud!

Heeseung turned his head to the sound, seeing a man’s body fall to the ground. It was by the garbage bin. Hurling himself onto the top of the doorway, he watched you rubbing your wrists as you took off the ropes. You picked up a taser next to you. Heeseung smirked under the mask–it was a more powerful one made by yours truly. One he instructed you to hide underneath clothes. 

That’s his girl, alright.

The brute, however, didn’t seem impressed. He grunted before charging towards you. “Why you little–!” You tried to stand up and run to the edge of the building before making a sharp turn. The brute’s heavy footsteps couldn’t compete with your agility, and neither can the brute compete with Heeseung’s agility. He shot up a web on the brute’s back, pulling him to turn a different direction. You caught up your breath as you watched Heeseung in shock and awe. 

“Spider-ma–!” The brute was about to chase Heeseung, but the superhero webbed his mouth and continuously shot webs to wrap around his large frame. With his hands and feet in position, he leaned back before tackling the man until he hit the floor–securing him in place. The brute struggled in the webs. He glared at him. 

Then, Heeseung stood up tall, shaking his hands off any dust. “Man, I’m jealous, you should’ve asked me out on a date instead,” he complained, feigning a whiny tone. He put a hand on his hips before leaning his weight on one side. “I’d be more flattered than Ms. Going-out-at-Night over here.”

“Hee–” You were about to call out in relief but stopped yourself. You took a deep breath, but your knees started to buckle from the fatigue. The adrenaline crashed down. You felt your body lean over the edge. In a split second, Heeseung was right by your side–wrapping his arms around you. You leaned onto his warm body. You closed your eyes. “Heeseung.”

“I’m here, pretty,” he cooed, stroking your cheek. “I’ll get you home now, okay? I’m so sorry.” He kissed the crown of your head. “I’m sorry.” 

You cupped his cheek. “I’m sorry…”

He knocked your foreheads together. “Don’t be. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run away.” Through the mask, he nuzzled onto your cheeks. “You were working hard. I should’ve kept you safe–”

Then, the tension rose in his body. Hair on skin stood up. He suddenly pushed you away from him, about to scream to run downstairs before a powerful thud hit his head and you were pushed away from his arms. 

“Heeseung!” You screeched in a low voice as you tried to reach out to him. The brute, still had webs latched onto his back, raised his arms before dropping them down against Heeseung’s torso. A sharp pain plunged into his stomach. Eyes rolled at the back of his head at the pain.

“Man, you have a lot of pent-up rage.” He snickered for a moment, grasping at the brute’s fists. He turned his head to him. “You’re pretty inexperienced, huh? Not passing the Big Boss, was it?” He pulled his knees onto his torso, placing his feet on the other’s chest. Heeseung wanted to laugh at how red the brute’s face got. “I’m not a therapist, but I really suggest going to one. It helps!”

He pushed the criminal with his legs. The brute staggered backwards. Heeseung was about to launch another attack when CLANG! The man fell to the ground, barely a meter away from the edge. Eyes rolling, reeling to the blunt hit against his head. Next to him was you holding a spare pipe. You dropped the weapon and dropped your hands onto your knees. 

“Nice one!” Heeseung cheered.

You chuckled. “Learned from the best.”

After catching up your breath, the jitters still rushed through your veins. You walked towards Heeseung, who was already jogging towards you before the brute squirmed and outstretched his arm in your lane. Caught by surprise, you tripped over his arm and before you could catch yourself–your body leaned over the edge. 

Heeseung watched you fall. He screamed your name. 

He immediately jumped over the building, shooting you web to catch you. Mustering all of his strength, he pulled you to momentarily stop your fall. The force also made him dive faster, reaching out to you–eyes widened with fear, his name on your lips. He outstretched his arms as he went nearer, wrapping his arms around you tightly and forcing a turn to face the ground with his back. 

Then, you both hit the ground. 

You raised your head immediately, ignoring the adrenaline making you more lightheaded. You cupped his cheeks. Your eyes wildly looked over his mask and body–checking if there are open scars and scratches. You were taken out of your stupor when a husky laugh left Heeseung, his hand grasping yours. 

“It’s not that bad of a fall,” he reassured you. You could see his eyes squint through the lenses. “Just a usual fight. You know I fought worse.” He let out a husky chuckle. “I didn’t expect you to trip and fall though.”

“Heeseung, this isn’t a time for jokes!” You cried out, squishing his cheeks however you can through the face shell. “A fight is still a fight. I’m sorry for being reckless.” Your voice started to shake. “I should’ve stepped away. Should’ve just waited for you.” You lean over his body, knocking your foreheads together. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Heeseung felt his heart race at your admission. Heat flushed through his cheeks. He cleared his throat as he stroked the crown of your head before holding your nape gingerly. His voice got husky as he whispered. “Take my mask off for me?”

With trembling hands, you carefully pulled off the mask over up to his forehead. You only see his toothy smile. Doe-like eyes twinkled like the stars. Relief filled you. You leaned over his warm hand. Heeseung’s eyes flickered from your own down to your lips. You huffed in amusement, yet you couldn’t help but lean in. He raised his head slightly, eyes fluttering to a close. He pulled you even closer. Each other’s hot breath hitting cooled skin. 

Lips touched. 

Gently. Softly. Just feeling each other’s lips. Each other’s warmth. You two smiled into the kiss before pulling away slightly. You giggled. Heeseung felt breathless, but he still placed his lips on the corner of your lips. He thought he’d melt if he wasn’t touching you in any way. 

“Let’s go home?” He whispered, cherishing your body heat still.

You nodded. “Let’s.”

Sudden police alarms took both of you out of your stupor. You immediately pulled his mask back on his face, and Heeseung grimaced at the aggression with a choked up laugh. He grasped your wrists and rubbed your skin to temper your panic. 

“You can follow behind me, okay?” He sat both of you up easily. He fixed his mask while you pat off the dust on him–sitting on his lap. “I’ll talk to the police. You’ll talk about your stuff, the police will bring you home, and I’ll meet you at your apartment, okay?”

You nodded, your hands wandering from his neck to his shoulders–still taking in the reality that you both are okay. “Please come back.”

“Of course.” Heeseung assured, a tone of finality comforting you. 

As a matter of fact, he arrived before you did. 

After a brief interrogation and being escorted back home, you could finally breathe as you entered your apartment. The lights were already turned on (only to be plastered with webs…) and you found your superhero by your couch. His mask was off his head, revealing messy hair. He raised his head when he heard your door open. He then greeted you with a dopey smile. You waved.

“Welcome home,” he cooed. “Had a good trip with Captain Park?”

You rolled your eyes jokingly. “Yeah, Spider-Man saved me. Usual day.”

“Cool. He’s a cool guy, real smart. You’re lucky–ack!” Heeseung was about to sit more properly when he winced. He grasped against his left shoulder before folding into himself.

Panic rushed through your system. “Is it tight? Do you need a cold compress?” Before he even answered, you ran back to your kitchen to get your cold compress. You even picked up your handy first-aid kit. It had been prepared for moments like these, you have never been more thankful for your preparedness. 

You scrambled to be by his side. You were floating around him frantically. Heeseung let go of himself, making way for you to assess the damage. There were no scratches, but the fall must have bruised his back. The cold compress could soothe him, but the suit was thick. It wouldn’t have been as effective. Heeseung squirmed as he tried to stretch his shoulder. 

“Heeseung,” you called out to him carefully. “I need you to take off your suit. It might scratch your skin even more.” It wasn’t the first time he stripped in front of you. You had tended his wounds since university days. You had seen the amount of wounds and scratches on his body, and guilt wrung your heart when you were the cause of the bruises.

Heeseung complied easily. He peeled off the top half of his suit. Honey skin revealed under all the spandex, but there were blue and purple bruises that peeked from the back. You reached over the back with the cold compress, pressing onto his skin. Heeseung groaned in relief, holding onto your arms. 

“Just relax a little, Hee,” you cooed, brushing his messy hair away from his face. “Just rest for the night, okay?”

He nodded, before looking up at you with those doe-like eyes.”Isn’t it tiring to stand up?” He then patted his lap. “Come rest here.”

“What?” You looked at him in surprise. You ignore the rushing heat in your head. “Heeseung, this isn’t time for jokes.”

“I’m not,” he insisted. “You’re gonna get tired putting the compress on my back. My legs are fine.” To prove himself, he even swung his legs back and forth on the couch. “You’re tired too. You literally got kidnapped.”

You couldn’t find the energy to argue, hence you found yourself settling on Heeseung’s lap. The weight of your body on his gave him great comfort, much to your chagrin. Nonetheless, you focused on the cold compress on his back while you looked over his body for any new wounds and scratches. The dirt didn’t even get into the suit, so that was a relief. 

Little did you know, Heeseung felt a bit choked up with you observing him so intently. His hands barely hovered your waist. The thin sweater fell onto the shape of your body nicely. You were straddling him on the couch, legs on either side of his hips. Your left hand was pressing the compress on his back, while your right was grasping at his arms. The heat of your skin contrasted with the cool fabric behind him. The tension never eased up on him.

You pursed your lips. Eyes filled with concern. “Heeseung, did you get injured anywhere else? You’re too tense.” You looked over at him again before you started to pull away from him. “I’ll go get another co–”

“No, wait–”

Heeseung pulled you back onto his lap. From the momentum, you dropped the cold compress on the side and the tall man leaned onto the couch. He  wrapped his arms around you tightly but his face nuzzled onto your chest. Through the thin fabric, you could feel his cheeks burn. You ran your fingers through his hair. He hugged you even tighter. 

“Heeseung?” You called out to him softly.

He mumbled, looking up to you. “Sorry…” Then, he slowly brought you down back to his lap–straddling him again with your thighs. An arm still embraced around you, while his other hand stroked your hair. “Just… Just glad you’re safe.”

“You’re the one who’s hurt.” You sighed, patting his chest. 

“I’ll get back up, I always do,” he reasoned, letting out a long slow exhale. “That shouldn’t happen to you, though. I promised myself you’d never get hurt.”

“I can handle myself just fine, Hee,” you said, careful hands exploring the skin on his shoulders. “Yo–”

“I know that,” he continued. He cradled your face in his calloused hands. He took your features in like it was a mere snapshot of his memory–he wanted to remember it forever. His thumb caressed your cheeks and your lips. His eyes turned lidded. You felt a pull towards him as you fluttered your eyes closed. “I just.. Didn’t want to lose you…”

When your lips touched, it was as if Heeseung could finally breathe again. He breathed in your scent, your warmth, and your life. His hands trembled as they made their way down to cradle your body carefully. Your hand found purchase on the nape of his neck, gently pulling the ends of his hair. You kissed him even deeper, not having enough of him. He pulled you as close as he possibly could, not wanting to be even a millimeter away from you. 

“I’m sorry for running away,” he whispered to your lips, before littering his heated kisses on the corner of your mouth down to the column of your neck. “I’m sorry for putting you in danger.

You whimpered at the sensation, and Heeseung stilled for a moment before continuing his onslaught of affection. You felt a little lightheaded when your thighs felt something hard. But, you pat his head. “I’m sorry too… For not being truthful.” Heeseung nipped at your collarbones and you let out a tiny moan. “I got ahead of myself.” 

Heeeung shook his head and a husky laugh left him. He pulled away to face you with a cheeky smirk. “Funny you say that, pretty,” he whispered, lips nearing yours again. “I think I’m getting ahead of myself right now…” He paused for a moment. “If you’d let me…”

You smiled before capturing his lips with yours. What once was soft, chaste kisses turned deeper, passionate, and desperate. Heeseung consumed you as his tongue licked over your lips and tangled up with your tongue. You moaned into the kiss as you started circling your hips against his–for any form of relief. Friction. 

Heeseung threw his head back as he whimpered. “Fuck, baby.” He bucked his hips against yours and he gasped. He knocked your foreheads together as he tangled his fingers in your hair. “A-are you sure? Are we going too fast? I-I mean I want this–”

You nod frantically. I want this.” You whined. “I want you. It doesn’t have to be–” You wheezed. “Everything. J-just..!”

As if he understood what you wanted to say, he kissed you once more. His hand wandered more boldly now. Winnow-like fingers peeked under your top, feeling heated skin. His touch raised up to scratch your back gently. You pulled away to catch your breath, but Heeseung tried to follow your lips. You huffed in amusement before pushing him back.

“God, baby, you’re so beautiful.” Heeseung swallowed hard as you peeled off your own top. His large hands explored the shape of your waist and how they flare towards your hips. He closed his eyes when you sneakily rolled your hips against his hardness. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”

“Me?” You laughed heartily as you took your turn kissing his neck, being careful of his bruises. Heeseung leaned over his head. You suckled on his Adam’s apple. He groaned and bucked up at your center. You moaned. “W-why would lil’ ol’ me kill Spider-Man?”

“You vixen,” Heeseung complained, but his hand sneaked in between the two of you. You two moaned at the feeling of his hand against your wet folds–your panties drenched from arousal. Heeseung couldn’t help but grind up again at you, feeling the shape of your cunt against his erection. “You feel so good, pretty, shit.”

As he played with your pussy through your bottoms and panties, you lolled your head against his shoulder. You grasped at his shoulders before scratching him lightly when his thumb found your clit. You gasped and grinded onto his fingers. Heeseung bit his lips as he finally decided to pull your bottoms to the side, and you whined as bare, calloused fingers rubbed your wet pussy. 

“Heeseung,” you mewled, eyes rolling back as he circled your clit.  You grinded your hips as you remained flushed against him. Heeseung never felt harder than he was now. Your juices dripped on his hand and leaked against his pants. “So so good… P-please..”

You didn’t know what you were begging for, but Heeseung played you like an instrument. Slowly, he inserted a finger up your pussy and your jaw dropped at the intrusion. Fuck, his finger are so much thicker than yours. He fucked your pussy until your juices leaked all over. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” Heeeung gasped. It did not take long until a second finger entered you, and you already felt so fucking full you were going to lose your mind. 

“Oh god, oh god.” You mewled as you rode his fingers desperately. “Hee– You–Fuck, ahh…”

Heeseung smacked his lips, bewitched by your pleasured expressions and warm body. “That’s it, baby, give it to me…”

You let out a silent scream when his thumb catched on to your clit. Before you knew it, you saw white and your entire body shuddered. Heeseung bit back a groan as your pussy clenched his fingers repeatedly. Your juices overflowing in his hand. Your body went slump against him and a low whine escaped you as he pulled out.

He hugged you close, his own eyes rolling to the back of his head when you kept grinding against his erection. Still, he didn’t fail to suck the juices of your fingers. He licked his fingers all over, savoring your taste against his tongue. You tasted so fucking good he had to grind up against you. He bucked his hips against yours in a constant rhythm, chasing his high.

“You feel so good, baby,” he gasped into your mouth as he found your lips again. You could taste yourself from him. If anything, it invigorated you to grind harder, hooking your legs over his waist and pressing your wet cunt on his cock. That made Heeseung feel dangerously close. He’s lost in how you were riding him through your clothes. The damp fabric meeting in every grind, the wet slapping turning the both of you on more.  “Shit, baby, I’m– You can’t–”

“Please, baby,” you whined, “Cum for me, please please–”

With a choked cry of your name, Heeseung came with a violent shudder. He groaned as his hands stayed put on your hips, guiding your hips against his as he rode his high. You moaned softly as you felt his cock soften between your folds. 

The stickiness between you two slowly led him to his senses, but he still buried his face into your neck. He just wanted to keep you close. After blinking the aftershocks of pleasures away, embarrassment burned through him. The exhaustion also started to seep into his bones. The bruises felt a little more tender.

“Are you oka–” He started, but you just laughed. A soft cheeky giggle. He didn’t know if he’d be more ashamed or relieved. 

You looked up to him with a sleepy smile. “Never been better.”

“Oh.” Relief flooded his senses. The way you smiled tugged onto his heartstrings. “Good, good, good… We should–” He cleared his throat, suddenly finding the floorings and ceilings of your apartment very interesting. “We should clean up instead of being in… This sticky mess.”

You embraced him, your body slumping over him again. The exhaustion filed you too. “Yeah… We should.”

Heeseung started to massage your thighs. “You good…?”

“Yeah…” You started to mumble, eyes fluttering to a close. You yawned. “Just tired… And… Can’t move…”

Heeseung chuckled. “Okay, daisy, I’ll clean both of us up. Just sleep well for me.” He turned to kiss your temple. “Good night, pretty.”

“Good night, Spide…” Before you knew it, you got knocked out by sheer contented exhaustion. 

His heart wrung with affection. Heeseung, still in wobbly legs, mustered his strength to carry you to the bathroom. He perused the place like it was his own home. He tucked you to bed all cleaned and freshened up, while he took a quick shower before falling deep into your bed right next to you.

He wanted a good night’s rest too. 

When the sun leaked into your apartment, you were lulled awake. 

The cold breeze of air conditioning comforted you. A strong, built arm also wrapped around your body. You were pulled onto more warmth–your back hitting one’s bare chest. A sleepy smile etched your features as you felt hot breath skimming over your skin. Slowly, you turned to face your lover and your heart just soared at the sight.

Heeseung was still sleeping soundly. Pouty lips pursed because his cheek squished on his side. Messy hair all over his forehead. Long lashes stood out against his pretty features. You carefully reached to caress supple skin. Gentle fingers grazed his face before your palm cupped the fullness of his cheeks.

Your gaze traces down to the sculpt of his body. The prominence of his Adam’s apple. The healing bruise and wounds over his chest. Your touch trailed down to his arms and up to his chest. His skin remained warm and loved.

You could stare at him forever.

“What are you looking at?” Heeseung mumbled. Startled by his voice, you raise your head to face him—only to still be riddled with sleep—with one eye open. “Do I have something on my face?”

“None,” you whispered. You looped your arm over his shoulders. You then pulled yourself down closer to nuzzle your face against his neck. “Just watching your silly face.”

Heeseung chuckled. The sound gravelly with grogginess and its depth trembled against your skin. He brought his arm lower to enclose your waist around his arms. He pulled you even closer until your legs tangled with one another. His large hand settled on the lower end of your back. His fingertips, sensitive and prickly, hover on skin—drawing circles and loops.

“My face is not silly.” He argued, voice breathless as he took in your warmth. 

You tilt your head up to place a chaste kiss on his jaw. “Alright then, silly boy.”

Heeseung feigned a whine as he pulled you upward so that you two would be face to face. With the sudden movement, you anchored yourself by cupping his face once more. He leaned onto your warm hands as he reached out to cup your own. 

When your gazes meet, you hold back a giggle. Heeseung was barely awake and his pinky lips upturned on one side.  Still, you watched how his eyes sleepily peered over your own and down to your lips. If you squint, you could have seen his pupils dilate.

You sighed in amusement. You leaned in, knocking your foreheads together. Heeseung still dwindled in between consciousness. You could stay in this moment forever. You then asked. “Can I ask you a question?”

“For Spider-Man?” He teased, voice low and slow as he pinched your cheek. “He’s on leave.”

“No, silly boy.” You pinched him back, but a soft giggle still escaped you. “For Lee Heeseung.”

“What does the pretty daisy want from me then?” Heeseung murmured, trying to blink the drowsiness away.

You pulled away slightly, taking in his entire features. He was fully awake now, looking at you with innocent curiosity. You stroke his hair and down to his cheeks once more. Your heart raced in your ribcage.

“Do you think today would be a good anniversary?” You asked casually, trying to ignore the heat flushing your cheeks. Unfortunately, your nerves betrayed you as you looked away from Heeseung. “For us, I mean.”

Heeseung blinked at you. Once. Twice. Slowly. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Anniversary…?” The foreign word left his lips, as if his mind still tried to process its meaning. “Our anniversary? Like…” Then his jaw dropped. His eyes widened. He pulled away from you. Disbelief painted his entire body. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you echoed with amusement.

Heeseung broke into the biggest smile. “Are you serious? Really?”

“Well, if you don’t want to—“ You teased him, even pulling away completely from his body but Heeseung was faster—stronger—as he pulled you back to his chest. His arms enclosed around you tightly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” he whispered to the crown of your head. “I love you. I know it’s too early to say that, but I just wanted you to know—you don’t need to say it back, like, at all.” He pulled you even closer. “Just—thank you.”

You smiled onto his skin. “I love you too. Always have.”

You fought back a giggle when you felt his heart race. His body turned even hotter under your touch. He pushed you slightly, to face you. His face was entirely red, but the twinkle of his eyes was too endearing. 

“Is it official now? Am I really your boyfriend?” He asked in awe. “Really really?”

“Of course, you are,” you chuckled. “As I am your girlfriend now, right?”

“Absolutely,” he exhaled as he pushed you onto the bed. He was on top of you with the dopiest smile, then he dipped his head to meet your lips. Eagerly, you kissed him back, just smiling into his lips. Heeseung just littered sweet nothings on your skin, peppering kisses all over. The morning stretched itself into the comfort of you two—loved, content, and happy.

Truly a happy ending for—

NOTIFICATION ALERT. CRIME IN PROGRESS. RING! RING!

The two of you pulled away from each other—startled by the simultaneous alarms from your phones. You stared at your nightstand before laughing in disbelief. On the other hand, your newly officiated boyfriend pouted as he reached over to get your phones. He scratched his cheek as he sat up, scrolling through his police tracker app as he scoured your apartment for his suit. You checked your phone too. It was an email from Boss Seokjin. Surprisingly, he asked you for any updates with the article. That was a first.

Heeseung shrugged. “I think the police can handle a few hours without me…” He mutters under his breath, before checking in on you with a guilty look. “You’re gonna work on the article? I can give you what you need, no harm done, I promise.”

“I can figure it out,” you reassured him as you placed your phone back to the nightstand. You could just look into it later, you still had much to give to your boyfriend. 

Heeseung awkwardly did the same, seemingly still at odds to not sprint into any Spider-Man work, but how could he when he has the love of his life beautiful and pliant by the bed? All of his worries melted away when you looped your arms around your neck, pulling him back into your kiss. He melted in you as easily as how he was eager.

Yeah, he’ll figure it out, too. 

aerith's letter. IT'S FINALLY OVER. I hope you, dear reader, enjoyed it! this was a labor of four months and i'm so happy to have finished it. thank you for all the support for the teaser! i hope to share more of hee fics in the future!! maybe even more of spidey heey/n yay!

networks (where is heey/n?)

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Y/N and Heeseung were campus journalists in The Arcanum. Y/N is a writer, while Heeseung is a video producer. (University Era)

After graduation, Y/N and Heeseung are both employees of The Star Inquirer, a news agency. Y/N is a broadcast journalist while Heeseung is an audio technician. (Present)

Heeseung formerly interned under Park Technologies. He befriended the CEO's son, Park Sunghoon, before the chaos erupted after Mr. Park's scandal as Green Goblin. Heeseung was bit by the spider here, too! (sunghoon osborn... iykyk)

Heeseung is childhood friends with Yang Jungwon. Both were taken care of by Heeseung's aunt when they were younger. In support of her charitable endeavors, Jungwon helped her establish KALPA Foundation to help people around the city. (spider-man ps4 players....hi)

more to come...!

newspaper clippings.

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Y/N's first work featuring Spider-Man!

Spider-Man entered your studio apartment with ease. He pulled his mask over his head before ruffling his red hair all over. Through your periphery, he flashed you his sheepish smile and the transformation completed–the superhero turned into the simple Lee Heeseung. As you smacked your lips together, you watched him stride towards you in the mirror. He reached out to you–hesitating for a split second–before tucking your hair away to plant a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Hi, pretty,” he whispered onto your skin. He also placed the ruffled daisies over your vanity. 

You beamed up to him, leaning onto his warmth. “Hi Spidey. Thanks for the flowers.”

“And as always, sorry to disturb.” He chuckled as he pulled away, settling on your bed. “There’s, like, 30 minutes left until Boss hunts us down. Take your time, and let me know if we’re ready to go, okay?”

You shook your head in amused disbelief. He spoke as if he would be driving you around the city. Nonetheless, you just hummed. “Alright!”

Besides, who would have thought you’d date Spider-Man?

Disclaimer: Spider-Man wasn’t your boyfriend yet. There are pros and cons in dating a superhero, and these should factor in your eventual commitment with him. Luckily, your superhero was also super earnest. You can’t help but appreciate his efforts, like:

As he just did, you always get a bouquet of white daisies or sunflowers. However, as you saw earlier, the bouquet can be barely intact because, well, he swung to get here. 

He still brings you to work though, because–plot twist–Spider-Man is your co-worker! You practically get a free ride to work everyday, but getting ready can be messy… Because… You guessed it–you swung to get there.

No, you did not have issues with his swinging. That is his entire gimmick. You personally found it thrilling up in the sky, feeling the air on your face, skimming through the valleys of buildings, and relishing in the adrenaline. Plus, those webs? You have no idea how much they have saved you (and your dishes) so many times.

You brushed through your hair with products, taming it as much as you could before fighting against the city air. You glanced at the mirror to check on Heeseung and you bit back a chuckle. He simply gawked at you. His doe-like eyes followed your every move, completely mesmerized by your routine. It wrung at your heart a little.

Who would have thought you’d date Lee Heeseung?

You met Heeseung in university years ago. He was the stammering genius classmate in your general education courses. He even became a video producer for the student publication at the time, while you were a student journalist writing investigative news. In rare instances where you reported on screen, you noted how quiet yet excellently he worked. That dynamic translated well into the present. You were now a broadcast journalist in The Star Inquirer, while Heeseung was an audio technician on set. Both rookies who excelled in their fields. 

Since then, you always knew Heeseung to be stellar until a performance crash during senior year. He worked as an intern in the laboratories of the Park conglomerates, but it closed down due to the fraudulent scandals of the former CEO. It was revealed that he was the mastermind that funded not only the city’s developments but also the criminal scene. Alongside that chaos, Heeseung underwent his own transformation. 

That was the behind-the-scenes of a superhero debut: Spider-Man imprisoning his first villain. You were lucky to coin the heroic name first, and your student publication went crazy viral over it. You also watched how your co-staffers fawned over Spider-Man too much when you first interviewed him. 

You scheduled another interview with him after being interrupted by the police. You needed the content for your article, after all, then you saw Spider-Man alright. On your balcony, with his mask pulled over his head without realizing your presence. You locked eyes with Heeseung that night. 

The rest was history. 

Well, besides the little tidbit where he asked you out after graduation. He wanted to court you in the old-fashioned way. He also confessed his crush on you since freshman year. He thanked you endlessly for his trust. He was red the entire time, so it was not difficult to say yes. By twist of fate, you two ended up in the same studio. And with how things are going, you think it wouldn’t be too long until you accept his proposal.

You were really just waiting for your big break before making things too real. 

Your big break. Fuck.

“Fuck,” Heeseung exhaled out.

He stretched out his arm from the bed, letting his phone fall to the floor while he covered his eyes. The intense blue screen already strained his eyes, but the clang of his phone worsened his migraine. He brought his hand down to massage his throat as the itchiness returned. The fatigue pulled heavily on him. Fangs bared in his mouth, pushing almost painfully out of his canines. A rush of adrenaline pulsed through his nerves. His chest tightened. He gasped.

Fuck, he was thirsty.

The timing was bullshit. After countless negotiations with his entertainment label, Heeseung did nothing but be in the studio. He had to finish the demos and wrap up production for some tracks. It was manageable, he foolishly believed. Now, he realized he had not been feeding or hydrating himself properly. Besides that, it had been so long since his last blood intake. It took a random hit on a Friday to realize his sluggish, weakened state was from blood thirst–not simple fatigue.

Being a vampire was more of an inconvenience nowadays. Frankly, he should have replenished his blood packs before locking himself in the studio. He could make a quick beeline now to get some from his friends, but he was too bedridden to move. Plus, bloodthirst gnawed on him. It’d be violent if he called his members in with the bullshit primal instincts or some nonsense.

Whatever, he can wait this one out. His vampiric body could survive one more forced fast. He did it before, he could surely do it again, right?

Then, the scent of sweet vanilla washed over him. Fuck.

Three rasps knocked at the door. A soft call of his name. The adrenaline spiked through Heeseung’s system. His undead heart accelerated, if it was even possible. He broke down into sweat. Why did it have to be you?

You were a dear friend. Hell, he had the audacity–an undead vampire–to develop a crush on a human after multiple run-ins in the entertainment headquarters. You were in the marketing department creating strategies for girl groups. Randomly, you still found yourself friends with some of his members. Sunoo became your best friend, actually, before he introduced you to Heeseung. Then, the rest was history.

You were looking to hang out with him these past few weeks. He did promise he could squeeze you in amidst production days, but here he was. Bedridden. Thirsty. Vampiric. He hated this. He hated having his primal instincts come to the forefront. Even worse now that you were here.

“Heeseung? Are you there?” The subject of his affections (and growing desire) called him out again.  “You read my texts, right? Come on, open the door!”

He fought the urge to unleash his powers–his siren voice. To force you to turn away. To leave him. The charm would work easily, but he could not do that to them. Especially not when he had been ignoring them for days.

With exhaustion dragging his every step, the vampire found himself shuffling to the door. He leaned heavily on the entrance, hand grasping at the wooden panel as if to feel your hands from the other side. However, the thud of his body against the door made you squeak. 

“Are you okay?” You panicked. “Let me in, please.”

“C…can’t,” Heeseung rasped out. “It’s–hic–dangerous… G-go home.”

An exasperated sigh left you. “Dangerous? The news said you were drinking! Weren’t you already on a restricted health plan?” Your irritation suddenly softened when the realization dawned on you and the worries bubbled up your throat. “And… you haven’t talked to anyone. I got worried. We got worried. None of your members could contact you.”

Guilty, Heeseung stayed silent, but you continued. “Can you just let me in?” A shuffle of plastic bags echoed in the empty halls of his apartment. “I bought Shin Ramyun… And more vegetables, like Jay recommended, to offset the sodium intake or something. I also got some meds, if it would be good for your hangover..?”

Your concerns had worn him down. Heeseung’s resolve had always been thin when it came to you. With a flick of his wrist, he slowly swung the door open. The creaking accompanied the reveal of his weakened state.

He inhaled. Shit, he did not want you to see him like this.

He exhaled before raising his head to flash a smile, ignoring the needles prickling all over his head, his throat, down to his lungs.

“Heeseung,” you murmur his name with relief. The chub of your cheeks rose with your smile but quickly dropped as you finally took him in. “You’re sick!”

“Heh, thank you,” the vampire joked. He flashed a fang while shrugging. “I try to be cool. Come in?” Nope! “Or not, you really should go–”

“Is this a vampire thing?” You asked, brows furrowed. 

You stepped towards him to reach for his neck but paused at the last second. With an amused huff, Heeseung let you in his abode and took hold of your wrist. He placed your palm over his neck, avoiding the bite mark of his sire. You gingerly pressed the tender skin, a semblance of affection.

Then, you checked his forehead. “You’re feverish. Have you not been drinking blood?”

Heeseung gaped for a moment. Brows raised. “Is it that obvious?”

“I’m in the same company, Heeseung,” You reminded him. You turn to lock the door quickly before pulling him into his apartment like you owned it. “I know a thing or two of vampire anatomy, werewolf anatomy, and even star anatomy? It’s essential when you’re working with the supernatural, you know.” 

You chuckled as you relaxed by his couch. You gesture him to sit down which he followed meekly. Gentle fingers brushed through his messy hair to turn the strands away from his face. The vampire tried to relax against your tender touch, but all he could focus on was how good you smelled right now. 

He salivates at the familiar smell of blood coursing through your veins. The smell was more potent in this parched state. You had always smelled so delicious, but he wouldn’t dare to admit it. It was rude, plus, you were his friend. He could not bear the thought of hurting you.

“Okay, so, I will be cooking noodles to replenish your strength,” you started making your way to the kitchen once you stood up. “Then, you will feed from me, alright?”

“Feed?” Heeseung eyed you down like you were crazy. “I am not drinking your blood.”

“Don’t fight me on this.” You frowned as you readied the cooking pot. “You could’ve contacted your members or your label for the blood supplies, but you didn’t.” You proceeded to chop the onions and tofu. “Which meant this lasted longer than it should have. You look worse for wear, Hee. You need fresh blood.”

You sighed. “It’s legal as long as there’s mutual trust and consent. I trust you wouldn’t kill me with your vampire powers, because I’m sure you’ve fed from other volunteers too in emergencies.” You continued chopping away the vegetables. “But, really, you shouldn’t have let it come to this. Who knows what could have happ–”

“It’s not my first time doing this,” Heeseung countered.

You rolled your eyes. “And this should be your las–FUCK!”

Heeseung stood up.

Blood.

You were about to wash the blood from your fingers when Heeseung rushed to your side. Instantly, he grasped your wrist and pulled you into him. The sudden movement made your knees buckle. The two of you fell onto your knees. You looked at Heeseung wide-eyed as the vampire towered over you still. Doe-like eyes, so innocent-looking, fixated on your bleeding finger. He stuck his tongue out, licking his lips.

“You shouldn’t have chopped while angry,” he scolded, rubbing his thumb against your palm. He couldn’t seem to let go of you still, watching the blood trickle down your arm.

“I was worried…” You reasoned out before wincing. Your index finger twitched. You two just watched the blood start to pool by your wrist. “Heeseung…?”

Heeseung was still staring at your finger. In a split second, you decided to push your hand a little nearer. You breathed out. “Do you want to..?”

Underneath the light, you could see how Heeseung’s eyes dilated and how his breath stuttered. “You’re insane,” Heeseung exhaled. Tongue salivating at the sight. He flickered his gaze from your finger to your eyes. Contemplation flashed in his features. “But… Maybe it can be healed, it might just–no.” He loosened his grip. “Never mind. This is stupid. And dangerous. Go ho–”

“Just do it.” You asserted, wrapping your other hand around his. “It’s okay, Heeseung. I trust you.”

The consent made cold blood rush down Heeseung’s spine. Little by little, he spread open, wet kisses all over your hand. He closed his eyes. Then, his tongue swiped the pooling blood by your wrist. He groaned at the taste. Sweet. Light. His tongue traced up to the bleeding finger. Pleased sighs and moans left him as he relished at the freshness. Delicious. Mine.

You whimpered when Heeseung wrapped his lips around your finger. A gentle suck around it. The pain stung, but you kept your composure. Heeseung shuddered at how the blood dropped onto his tongue with each suck. He drank it up like nectar. An oasis from his torture. Then, he left licks around the wound with the intention to heal.

Fluttering his eyes open, Heeseung raised his head. He smacked his lips before licking them all over. Your taste lingered on his tongue. For a small amount of blood, he felt the weight of his fatigue turn lighter. “Thank you,” he murmured before planting a chaste kiss on the wound. “Hope you’re okay.”

Heeseung watched you take heaving breaths. Pupils blown out. You hesitantly pulled your hand away from him to assess your wound–no wound at sight. You look back up at him with a smile, noticing how much better he looked. You pat his head.

“You look better already,” you pointed out. “And,thank you, too.” 

You gathered the strength to stand up, but your legs shook. The tension in the air suddenly strung tight. Heeseung inhaled. Heat sloshing in his gut as he sensed arousal emitting from you.

“I’ll… I’ll continue cooking.” You coughed awkwardly. “You rest, okay? You need to eat first before… the blood.”

Heeseung shoved the temptation down his throat. “I don’t need any more, it’s okay,” he insisted. “I can call Jay–”

“Heeseung, it’s for your own good,” you muttered with a sense of finality. “You’re still weak. You still look as terrible as the vampires we find in the news.” Then, you looked away. “It’ll be fine. I... enjoyed it.”

The last few words replayed in Heeseung’s mind as he patiently waited for the noodles (which were delicious.) It took him another round of convincing to feed from your neck, which was dangerous if he was not careful. You still insisted. You two argued until you walked from his kitchen to his living room then to his bedroom. It ended with him on his knees, between your legs by his bed.

You sighed for the nth time that day. “I trust you.”

“But, I don’t want to hurt you,” Heeseung whispered onto your navel.

His lips pressed kisses all over your torso. He rested his body over your thighs. With brows furrowed, doe-like eyes peered up to your own worried gaze. He nuzzled into your stomach more as you stroked his scalp. Goosebumps littered around warm skin as his large hands slipped slowly underneath your blouse.  

Your voice trembled. “You need blood, Heeseung.”

The vampire shuddered at the syllables of his name stacking up in your lips. A whine left his throat. Desire coursed through his cold veins. It took his entire strength to suppress the urge to climb over his beloved–to pull your head back, exposing your unmarked neck, and to feed. Heat sloshed deep in his gut once more. Cold, dead blood rushed south, leaving him aching. Wanting.

God, he adored you so. You had always been patient and loving with him. Your smile was enough to get him through the roughest of days. Your voice lulled him to sleep every night. Your embrace brought the most comfort. He climbed up to face you before littering your face with kisses down to the column of your throat. 

Then, he nipped the skin at the neck. He inhaled that appetizing scent of blood. The lust that accompanied the thirst. Again, it took his entire willpower to stop him from draining his cute little bunny dry–but your blood was too delicious to waste. 

His resolve continued to break bit by bit.

He could smell your arousal from your position. Sweet. Delicious. You gazed at him with lidded eyes. Lips tucked in between teeth. If it were any other day, Heeseung would tease you for looking so desperate. Luckily for you, he was just as desperate.

“I need you…” Heeseung whimpered, but he willed himself to stay grounded. “I need you to be in a…’relaxed’ state, okay? To lessen the pain.” He planted kisses on your jaw. You leaned to the other side to give him access. You relaxed deeper into his sheets. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. My powers must’ve been washing over you.”

“Mmm… It’s alright,” you murmured, scratching his scalp. “I think being charmed to arousal is better than turning into stone.”

He nosed your neck. “I don’t want to take advantage of you…”

“If it’s you, Heeseung,” you started, voice barely above a whisper as if confessing. “You could do anything.”

Heeseung rose his body before planting a chaste kiss on your lips. You kissed him back, pulling away to see the two of you smiling at each other. “Thank you for trusting me,” he cooed.

“I just need you alive.” you chuckled. “That’s all.”

“Thank you for that, too,” Heeseung started spreading kisses on all the exposed skin he could access. Then, he turned to look at you with an innocent look in his eyes. “May I eat you out?”

A heartbeat passed.

You looked at him in shock before melting in giggles. “Gosh, Heeseung– Wait–” You wheezed. “You didn’t have to be so form–Hahaha!”

He rested his cheek on your stomach, pouting. “I need your consent.”

“Yes, I consent,” you affirmed giddily. “You can eat me out, Hee, for your life.”

Then, the vampire groaned. “When you put it that way, I sound like an incel…”

“Just do it, Dracula.” You rolled your eyes.  

“Fine, fine…” Heeseung chuckled too, but he felt air escape his lungs as he peeled off your bottoms. His lips found their way on your skin, never failing to leave no space unmarked. His tongue salivated once more at the sight of your pussy dripping with juices. He smacked his lips again. He was thirsty, alright. 

Licking his fingers all over, he took his sodden fingers to spread his saliva all over your folds. You exhaled shakily, hands coming up to squeeze your tits. Heeseung felt his cock twitch at the sight. Then, he focused his wandering fingers on the swollen clit at top. There, he rubbed small circles–putting pressure in every round.

“Fuck, Hee,” you gasped, throwing your head back. Legs spread even more to welcome him. 

Heeseung kissed your inner thighs. “So wet for me, pretty,” he cooed. “All for me, thank you so much.”

Then, he gently prodded his tongue on your weeping hole. Slurping the juice that you provided all for him. His hands then wrapped around the plushness of your thighs, keeping you in place as his tongue ran up and down your delicious pussy. Shit, the slight tang of your juice could compete with the sweetness of your blood.

Heeseung hit the jackpot with you, didn’t he?

To thank his beloved for being so delicious to him, Heeseung continued to lap at your folds, thrusting his tongue in and out of your pussy. He then wrapped his lips around the throbbing nub. He sucked your bundle of nerves before rubbing his tongue left and right. That rewarded him with an airy moan. You bucked your hips to ride his face. 

“Heeseung, fuck, wait–”

Another kiss on your clit made you whimper. A desperate sound that Heeseung could get addicted to. “Keep going, pretty, you’re doing so well for me. Such a good girl.”

“Ahh, Heeseung,” you moaned, squeezing your tit harder while running your fingers through his hair. Bucking your hips again and again to ride his tongue. “You fucking tease–”

The vampire only snickered, feeling little to no remorse in taking advantage of your reactions. It only egged him on as you seemed to get even wetter at the praise. “Keep calling my name, baby, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

You only mewled as Heeseung sucked your clitoris again. His sodden finger found its way into your hole. The intrusion was easy with your pussy being sopping wet. Heeseung felt lightheaded by how your pussy clenches deliciously around him. He wondered if how it would feel around his co–

“Fuck, oh my god, I’m almost–” you cried out, pushing your pussy onto Heeseung’s face more. “Hee, I’m–”

Your body started trembling as you rode his tongue. A hand made its way onto his hair, tugging it closer to where you needed him most. Heeseung kept lapping at your folds, slurping all of the juices you could offer with a sense of urgency. “Oh my god, I’m cu–”

You arched your back as your orgasm washed over. Juices continued to spill into Heeseung’s welcoming mouth. Hips stuttered as you rode your high. He hummed into your pussy as he relished in your juices. You only whined. 

“Mm… Heeseung…” You winced as Heeseung cleaned you up with his tongue. The overstimulation left shudders in your body. “Come on, drink my blood now… I…  Mm…”

“Sorry, pretty, you tasted so good,” Heeseung murmured into your thigh. Suddenly feeling an energy spike through him, he raised his body to slip his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on your lips, making you even hornier. Heeseung pulled away, much to your dismay but littered kisses all over your face. “You did so well for me, baby. Thank you.” 

Your wandering hands found their way to Heeseung’s hardness. Heeseung bucked his own hips at the contact. His entire body shook. He relished at the feeling of your small hands wrapped around him, aching. Wanting. 

“Hee…” You whimpered, looking at him with wide eyes. “How about you…”

Heeseung brushed your bangs away from your face, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “It’s okay, baby. I just need you to be okay.”

You shook your head. “No… I want you… To feel good too… Please?” you begged, tugging at his pants. “Y-you can bite me then… Please, Heeseung…”

“Baby, are you sure?” He asked. “Do you know what you’re asking for?”

You nodded weakly, frantically tugging down his steps. “Please, Hee, need you inside–”

“Baby, please,” Heeseung tried to stop them by gripping your wrist as his psyche broke by your desperation. 

“Please fuck me, Heeseung,” You moaned, cupping his cheek. “I need you. I’ve always had. Please.”

As you begged, what’s left of Heeseung’s resolve withered away completely. With a condom in hand, he found himself fisting his weeping cock as you were sprawled all over his bed. Shirt raised high, tits spilling over your bra. your juices staining the sheets, Pussy still pink and puffy from his meal. 

“God, you make me so fucking insane,” Heeseung groaned out as the tip of his cock rubs up and down your folds. “So insane, baby, I lo–” He bit his tongue, as he stopped himself. Too early. 

“Inside, baby, please,” You begged, and the pet name made Heeseung feel more insane than he had ever been tonight. 

Then, Heeseung pressed into your entrance. Shaky, loud moans left you . You felt like you were being split open by his cock, while Heeseung felt lightheaded by how tight you were clenching around him. You were so warm, but he had to focus on you first.

Heeseung started to kiss all over your face as tears started to fall. “Are you okay, angel? Does it hurt?”

“It’s okay, Heeseung,” you assured, wiping your tears. “J-just been a while. You can move, I promise. C-can I…?”  You gestured to your hand running down your body.

“Of course, baby,” Heeseung groaned. He instinctively pushed his hips a little deeper into your heat. The sight turning him on. You asking permission made him even harder. You both moaned. “Make yourself feel good for me, yeah?”

You started to rub on your clit, and Heeseung could cum just at watching you pleasuring yourself as your pussy wrapped so tightly around his cock. He could feel your juices splatter by his hips as he finally bottomed out. 

“Are you good, baby?” Heeseung breathed out. “You feel so good around me. Taking me so well, baby, holy shit.”

“Yes, Hee,” you answered meekly, moaning as you continued to rub your pussy. “Please.”

“I’m–” Heeseung groaned as he thrusted into you again. “I’m going to bite you now, okay? It won’t hurt, j-just focus on my c-cock, yeah? Just let your body feel so good, baby.”

“Please, Heeseung…”

“Yeah, just keep begging like that, baby. I’m so hard,” Heeseung murmured into your neck. 

He continued thrusting into you. He lapped onto your skin, preparing you for the bite. He could barely remember the last time he bit into a person. He knew it was painful, so he couldn’t bear to hurt you being so open for him. Not when you were moaning so prettily in his ear. 

Heeseung plowed his hips into you once more, his cock hitting your cervix making you moan loudly. At the same time, he plunged his fangs into your neck. You gasped at the two simultaneous sensations, shaking around him.

Your blood dribbled down Heeseung’s chin as he sucked into his neck. He moaned around your skin as he savored you. His thrusts turned even deeper, faster–pistoning in and out of your weeping pussy. You tugged onto your scalp, grasping for dear life as both of you raced your highs. 

You felt lightheaded as Heeseung licked your neck–healing the wounds. “Fuckk, baby,” Heeseung grunted before kissing your neck. He cleaned up the remaining blood splattered on your body. “That was so hot, baby. You’re so hot. So good.l”

Your pussy started to rapidly clench around him. “Fuck, so tight, are you close, baby?” Heeseung breathed out. He nipped at your collarbone. “You’re doing so good. Thank you, thank yo–”

“Heeseung, god,I’m going to fucking cum,” you whined, sobbing from the overstimulation and numbness rushing through your body. You grasped at the sheets, his hoodie, his hair. 

The vampire swatted your hand away and started to rub your clit. “Fuck, me too, come with me, baby, I’m–”

Heeseung’s entire body shuddered as he spilled dead seed into the condom. You followed soon after, squeezing around his milking cock–your back arched and juices spilling all over your bed. You continue to fuck into each other’s bodies, riding your highs. You started to hug each other close. 

Once your breathing stabilized, Heeseung slotted his lips on top of yours. He rubbed slow circles on your shoulders, down to your arms, waist and hips. He squeezed your heated skin gently, patting sore areas. You hummed onto his lips, melting into his touch. 

You opened your mouth ever so slightly, which Heeseung accepted the invitation lovingly. He slipped his tongue to taste you deeper. You moaned into the kiss, finding purchase in his hair to pull him closer. Heeseung wrapped his arms around you.

But, air could be so fickle. He pulled away to catch your breaths once more, but he never stopped kissing your skin. “Thank you, baby,” Heeseung murmured into your skin. Strength filling his muscles and tiredness leaving him. “You’re so so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“Mmm, it’s nothing,” You shrugged it off, twirling the ends of his hair, nuzzling into his chest. “Anything for you…”

Heeseung huffed a laugh, just embracing you until you start to doze off. Before he, too, fell to a slumber, he kissed the crown of your head and murmured an ‘I love you’ into the air. Hoping it went unheard.