#heechul smut fanfiction

[promisesox]

Hi! Can I request a Heechul x Reader fic please? with the starter I've been thinking about you a lot lately. Smut too please ♥

❅ pairing - heechul x reader

❅ rated - m | 18+ | NSFW

❅genre - smut | escort!au

❅ word count - 1323

❅ warnings - smut | 18+ | NSFW | oral sex | escort!au | fingering | alcohol intoxication

The hectic jingle of keys against the door and you managed to get it open, stepping into the dark entryway with your date slumping against you with no care of how much weight you were dragging. You held onto him tightly before pushing the door closed with your bum, a hand reaching out to the side to switch on a light. You flicked them all on, the sizable condo lighting up and revealing the familiar layout of Heechul’s home.

You gathered your bearings as you shifted the weight on your side, softly calling his name and pinching his side in hopes of waking him. “Heechul~, we’re home.” Your announcement was answered with a groan, nudging your date some more with a plea in your voice. “Please stand up before the both of us fall to the floor.”

Heechul finally lifted his head, his dark locks tickling the side of your face as you smelled the heavy scent of vodka on his breath. “I’m surprised we made it home.”

You sniggered, letting out a sigh of relief when he relieved some weight off your shoulders. “I am too, you’re usually more playful when it’s time to go home.”

You’ve been Heechul’s escort for some time now, already familiar with your client’s antics and traits. Heechul was like a coin, seeing two sides to his personality that differed between when he was with people as opposed to being alone. He was a social butterfly who liked to keep the room entertained, but that meant he was more prone to depleting his energy. When he would finally be in the comfort of his own space alone, he was a glasses-wearing hermit who would stay in bed all day if he could.

As his escort Heechul only asked you to join him on his business trips, varying between numerous different parties or going on double dates with his business partners. Heechul was definitely your top richest client, flying you out the country and buying you all sorts of gifts added with the paycheck at the end of the job. More than anything he respected your boundaries, never going so far as to make you do anything that made you feel uncomfortable. The most that you shared in the physical aspect was hand-holding and a well-played sensual act of him kissing you on your temple when others were watching. Surprisingly, as his escort you did share a great relationship with him. When you weren’t servicing him the two of you were always texting one another, never going a day without seeing some type of funny meme in your messages. You had grown quite close to Heechul more than any of your other clients, so you didn’t mind nights like this when you were making sure he was safely getting home to his bed in his drunken haze.

You watched him kick off his shoes before helping him drag his feet to the bedroom, dropping onto the fluffy mattress with arms outstretched as he let out a tired sigh. You flicked the bedroom light on before helping him get situated, placing his wallet and keys on the dresser before climbing over him on the bed and begin unbuttoning his shirt. You paid no mind to his soft hands that instantly went to your thighs, feeling over your skin to travel up and take a gentle hold of your hips.

“___.”

“Yes, Mr. Kim.” you answered with furrowed eyebrows, focusing on the task of slipping loose of the small buttons on his white button-up. You caught a glance of his brown eyes staring up at you, the soft grin on his face making you halt as you felt your heartbeat a tad bit harder than usual.

Heechul was quiet for a moment, eyes scanning you over before his breathless reply came. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately.”

You scoffed lightly, a small smile adoring your face as you tilted your head to the side. “Heechul, you’re drunk, baby.”

His smile continued to match yours as a twitch of his brows brought them together. “Not nearly as much as usual.”

A squeeze of your hips had you freezing up, your breath caught in your throat as a single thought escaped past your lips. “Are you asking me to provide you with sexual services now?”

You almost regretted asking the question, the look on his face turning into something like sadness as he stared up at you. You blinked down at his lips, trying to read his breathless reply before being distracted by the sudden change of positions.

“No. Something more meaningful…”

You found yourself on your back, Heechul hovering over you as he had your legs laying against his own. The redness in his face didn’t take away from the beauty you were now staring up at, brown eyes peeking through the blank hair hanging in front of his face. He let a hand cup your face and you found yourself wanting to relish the gentle act before letting your own wrap around his wrist. “You’re drunk.”

“Can I kiss you?”

You opened your mouth not hearing what was coming out; the sound of his voice, the way he asked the question, all of it replaying in your head as you gathered everything to register what was happening. It wasn’t that you didn’t want it, you didn’t understand where this all was coming from. You didn’t have time to jumble out a question in turn, realizing you had answered ‘yes’ as his lips came down upon yours.

The taste of liquor mixed with sweet raspberry mingled with your own as your eyes slipped closed. You found yourself at the mercy of his lips and tongue, slipping your own into his mouth as you moaned softly not admitting how much of this you were enjoying.

“Can I go down?” he softly rasped against your lips, waiting patiently for the nod of your head before he was kissing down your jaw to your neck. Endless wet kisses littered down your chest and over your pesky tight dress that teased the feel of his warm lips against your skin. You almost didn’t process the feel of his hands on your thighs, his kisses reaching the bandline of your underwear if only he peeled your dress just a slight inch upward.

“Can I eat you out?”

You heard him clearly, almost halting the whole situation as you felt an embarrassing pool between your legs. The thought of this not being able to happen again had you giving him your answer as nimble fingers made quick of your panties being pulled down your legs. He didn’t pull them all the way down, just enough to get his head between and lift your legs over his shoulders as you gasped aloud with the feel of slimy wetness against your own.

The strong muscles worked wonders around your clit, your hands grasping onto his black hair as his hands held your thighs steady. You had an idea on what type of lover Heechul was, but you were too far gone on the pleasures his sinful tongue brought to your cunt as he lapped against you hungrily. His tongue flicked around your rosebud persistently before gathering it between his lips and sucking, your face growing red with the sound of your juices being sucked up. You released a pitiful ‘oh god’ when two fingers dipped into your warm hole, shifting in and out as Heechul continued to eat you with pleasure.

Time escaped you, not knowing how long it took to make you cum a little too hard all over his fingers and mouth, watching him raise up as your panties slid up your legs by the back of his neck. Heechul smiled down at your tired form, heavy eyelids watching his tongue clean up the mess on his lips as his eyes stayed glued to yours.

“Now with all due respect, may I slut you out?”

[kpopimaginings]

Bored? - Heechul (NSFW)

A/N: For a lovely anon, Heechul x dancer!reader smut. I’m super happy with how this turned out, I hope you all are too

(There are no condoms in this story and we are going to assume that Heechul and his s/o are in a committed relationship and have taken necessary precautions!)

Your favourite days were those spent in the studio rehearsing with Super Junior. You were lucky enough to dance with a lot of SM artists, but as you were dating Heechul you were definitely biased towards his group.

The only downside was that you often felt bad at how little Heechul could do. He seemed fine about it, happy to be there chatting and joking around between learning the bit of choreography he could do for his parts.

When everyone took a break for lunch, you went straight to Heechul's side.

"How you doing, baby?" you asked him.

"I'm good," he replied, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you close.

"Not too bored?"

"Watching you dance? I'm more likely to get too excited than bored," he told you, sliding his hands down to rest on your butt.

"Well, we have some time," you said in a low, suggestive tone. "It's only right I help you out if I'm causing a problem."

Heechul was quick to respond, crashing his lips to yours.

You laughed when you managed to pull away. "Maybe somewhere a little more private?"

He then chuckled too, coming to his senses and realising that literally anyone in the building could wander into the rehearsal space and catch you. Hand in hand you disappeared to the nearest bathroom.

Once inside you locked the door and pushed his back against it. Hastily, you unfastened his trousers, sinking to the floor along with them and his underwear. You took him in your hand, pumping a few times and licking his tip. Heechul gazed down at you with a look of adoration in his eyes until you took him in your mouth causing his eyes to flutter closed in pleasure.

You began to bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around his tip as you pulled back. As Heechul started to let out little grunts and groans, his hand came down to tangle in your hair. To your surprise he then pulled you off of him.

You frowned up at him quizzically.

"You need to have fun too," he explained.

"I am having fun," you defended. "I want to make you happy."

"Actually having sex with you will make me happy."

He pulled you to your feet so that you were stood in front of him.

"Well, I can't say no to that then, can I?" you replied with a smirk, before pressing your lips to his greedily.

His hands made their way down your body to push your sweats and underwear down your legs. No sooner had you stepped out of them, Heechul switched your positions so that you were now against the door.

The kisses became messy as one of his hands dipped between your legs to make sure you were ready for him.

When he was happy that you could take him, he moved his hand away. Almost instinctively, you hooked one leg around his hips to give him easier access to you. With one of his hands supporting your thigh, he used the other to guide himself into you.

You let out a deep sigh at the feeling of the familiar stretch.

"I'm so lucky to have you," Heechul told you, pressing his lips to your more gently now as he began to move his hips.

You moaned softly, trying to keep your noises to a minimum. Heechul dipped his head down to leave kisses against the crook of your neck. Wrapping one arm around his shoulders for support, your other hand tangled in his hair, as you match Heechul's rhythm with your own hips.

He continued to mutter small praises and affirmations to you as you both built closer and closer to climax. When you knew you were close, you used your own hand to push yourself over the edge, grateful for Heechul's weight against you keeping you upright against the door. Your own orgasm caused you to tighten around your boyfriend and it wasn't long before he finished too.

After taking a moment to come back down, Heechul spoke, "I do love it when you rehearse with us."

"Hmm, and now I know how much," you smiled as the two of you began to redress and make yourselves presentable.

"If this is what happens when I tell you, I'll be telling you more often."

NAVIGATION  |  SUPER JUNIOR MASTERLIST

[2ya2yao]

The Locker - Heechul (s)

Summary: Heechul is one of your most difficult students, he can be quite a sharp tongue and an idiot, but one night that bothersome feeling can turn into something else.

Pairing: Heechul!student x professor!fem reader AU.

Word count: 2009.

Warnings: oral sex (fem receiving), language and dirty shit as always.

I also support very much his relationship, this is pure fiction, written just for fun. Please don't take it seriously just like all of my fics lol.

The Struggle Masterlist | General masterlist

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"I think that's it for today," you spoke, walking between the desks of your students. The classroom was in complete silence as you carried the book in your hands, not really paying attention to it. "Do you have any questions?"

Your gaze traveled to check on the students, some of them looked really lost and it concerned you a little bit inside. However, you felt tired due to work. Sighing after a few seconds, you had no other choice but to let them go since no one raised their hand.

"Alright then, class is over now."

They settled their things and packed up everything on their bags. Quickly, all of them stood up and left the place, just your figure remained in the empty room. Closing the book with a loud sound, you walked over to your desk to check the classroom making sure that no one forgot something.

However, when you made it to the first row, there was this pile of papers on the wooden surface. You knew who sat in here, it was this goofy, arrogant boy. Heechul. The mere though of his name made you shiver and gave you a slight headache at the same time.

He was, by far, the most irritating student you had in your career. He would sit down in front of you, not to pay attention or listen to what you have to say, no. He did it to bother you. He was very popular among everyone, his loud laughter and his stupid remarks in the middle of class were also common from him.

Not only with you, but with a lot of professors on the faculty. You were the only one that hadn't threat directly that issue with him, you ignored him all the time, and for sure it was tired, however you knew he wanted and needed attention. So you decided not to give him the benefit, unlike other people.

Coming back to your present, you took the papers in your hand. It was an essay for another subject, and even if you didn't like him, you found yourself leaving the classroom and walked around in direction of the lockers just to give his homework back.

It was late and almost all students left the place to go back to their rooms, some of them still looked for stuff on their lockers or chatting while walking down the halls. At this moment you hated yourself, because you were sure you knew where his locker was located.

You made your way near the meeting room, you saw Heechul there sometimes before going inside the room with your coworkers and professors. His figure was on on the empty hallway, his face covered by the metallic door, his blonde dyed hair unmistakable.

"Heechul, you left this in my classroom."

After hearing his name, the student turned his head, just to hit himself with the door.

"What? I'm sorry- I'm looking for something," he stuttered, closing it. Suppressing a laugh, you looked away from him. He wasn't that brave now, wasn't he.

"This?" you handed him the essay. He was kind of shocked.

"Yes, thank you," he mumbled. He eyed the paper in his hands.

"You don't seem rude at this time of the day, do you?" you remarked. After all he just embarrassed himself in front of you, with no audience to watch or someone else to relay on his mean jokes.

"I get tired sometimes," he said in a low voice, placing his work inside the locker.

"How could you be tired? You don't do anything," you leaned yourself on the locker beside his.

Heechul closed his locker, and his gaze was on yours, but not for too much. Now your arms were crossed, giving him an unconscious view of your cleavage trough your blouse.

"Are you stressed?" you inquired, his eyes moved to his feet and his cheeks blushed a little.

Straightening yourself you cleared your throat, you felt his gaze before. You thought he wasn't going to talk anymore.

"It's almost my last year, and I now I've been everything but a perfect student, but I really want to graduate with a good score," Heechul confessed.

"You can still do it though, just change your attitude and you'll see how things come well."

He let out a slight chuckle. Damn, that fucking laugh of his.

"It's not easy, you know. When you have your friends here, I want to do something to not die of boredom like eighty percent of the time," he said with a grin.

Blinking a couple of times, you sighed. "Well, then I can't help with that. I think you're not understanding."

"I believe you and me don't work with the same philosophy," Heechul replied, now he had his arms crossed on his chest, looking like he had authority over you.

"I'm not obligated to discuss that since you're not going to accept my advise, and I think is stupid," you snapped.

"Well I think you're attractive," Heechul casually said, shrugging.

"What?"

"Now you're deaf?" he teased. His grin appeared once again.

You rolled your eyes. Just when you thought you could have a serious conversation with this fool, now you were done.

"You know what, stop that," upset, you turned around to leave, but he grabbed your hand to stop you.

"No, no, I'm sorry," quickly he stepped in front of you. Apologizing two times now was a record.

"You're fucking asshole, move."

"No, listen I'm sorry-"

"I don't fucking care you're my student, move or I'll move you," you fumed.

The blonde haired stood there, he gulped. He never saw you this upset and swearing at him, at no one. He was surprised. But it was more surprising when he just closed the gap between you two and pressed his lips against yours.

You let out a short gasp, his hand found the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, which you gladly accepted. You didn't know why you followed him, but he was a great kisser. His tongue explored your mouth, and the kiss was heating up quickly.

You broke up the kiss and guided him to the meeting room. It was open, you locked the door behind your back and rapidly Heechul found his way back to your lips, devouring them with fervor, pressing your body against the door. His large hands roamed over your figure, unbuttoning your blouse.

A moan came from your lips when his mouth went down on your neck and your collarbone, to stop at the top of your breasts. You left your blouse somewhere on the place, and he helped you to take off your bra as well.

"I've been stressed, you're right," he panted, going back to lick and suck on your neck slowly. "I hope you can help me out."

You chuckled. "I'm half naked, don't expect me to stop right here."

"Good."

His mouth then moved to play with your breasts, squeezing them with his hand, his tongue making you moan and shiver against his touch. Slowly he knelt down in front of you, creating a trace with his tongue and hands against your body until he reached the hem of your dressing pants, taking them off along with your panties and shoes.

You were exposed to him now, his big eyes looked at you, his breath against your crotch. He teased you, licking on your thighs until he reached your heated core. His mouth devoured you, you could feel his tongue brushing your clit from time to time and all you could do was moan and stand against the door.

Your legs spreaded more for him, and your hand reached his long, soft hair. Moans and curse words were filling the room, and every time he moaned along you could swear you got even wetter just by hearing those sweetie sounds coming from him. His fingers caressed your slit carefully, pulling his mouth away from you.

Heechul looked back to you, he loved the sight of his teacher with eyes shut, panting and moaning because of him. Your hand loosened from his hair and you whimpered when he slided two slim fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a quick pace. His gaze never left you, and a grin crossed his features every time you clenched your walls against his flesh.

"Fuck," you moaned with eyes closed. "I'm going to cum."

"Yes, come for me," he praised in a low voice. "You look so beautiful like this."

His voice was the last thing to bring you to the edge, releasing yourself around his fingers. He pulled them out and happily licked your juices, humming at the taste. Heechul stood up and took you over the only couch on the place, placing you on his lap. You felt his hard dick against your bare ass.

You helped him to get out of his clothes, his shirt was thrown on the floor and he took off his pants and underwear. When he was done, he took your hips and made you straddle him on the couch. You whimpered when his tip brushed over your core, your hands running on his shoulders and pale chest, until they reached his dick. You stroke him a couple of times before aligning yourself on him.

He groaned at the sensation of filling you up. Slowly you took him all inside until your ass hit his skin. Your eyes closed, you still felt a little sensitive after your first orgasm, but it felt so good. Heechul's hands on your hips guided you to move up and down on top of him. He breathed against your earlobe, moaning and groaning.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, and you rode him faster. One of his hands moved to your bouncing breast, squeezing it and playing with your nipple, your breath and moans hitting his skin when you hid your head on the crook of his neck. You could feel your skin getting sticky and sweaty along with his.

Heechul suddenly thrusted his hips, getting a whimper from you. His movements now made himself deeper inside you, occasionally hitting your sweet spot when your hips met his everytime you went down on him. The grip on your skin was harder, and you clinged into him, your nails marking him for sure.

His fingers traveled down your core and rubbed your clit. You moaned against his skin and felt that known sensation building up on your stomach. He increased the rythm of his thrusts, you gasped out loud as he started to poud into you senseless. A long string of curses and moans left his lips.

Your walls clenched around him and you came for the second time, moaning his name and clinging into him. Heechul's thrusts became erratic and pulled out from you quickly, he gave quick strokes to his lenght and finally released himself on your stomach with a loud groan.

Both of you stayed silent on the room, panting and coming down from your highs. After some minutes you moved off from him and sat down by his side on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. Suddenly, you felt a little guilty. He was your student and this wasn't right, but it felt so good. And being honest, you wouldn't want it to end.

The fabric running in your skin surprised you, Heechul was helping you to clean his mess and soon when he was done, the piece made it to the trash can. You stood up to look for your clothes.

"I'm not going to say anything," he said, getting dressed. You gazed at him putting your underwear on. "If that's what you think."

You stayed silent and he walked towards you with just his pants on. Heechul tried to study your features.

"Did you not like it?"

"Of course I did," you gave him a weak smile. He was standing so close to you, his big beautiful eyes looking at you and pecked your lips.

"Then it'll be our little, dirty secret."

[battleangel]

Heechul is a beautiful, lonely, desperate siren who wants to leave the ocean and be with a human who loves him. Siwon is a horny, selfish incubus that feeds off of humans by fucking them. Zhoumi is a cold vampire who hides his depression and suicidal ideation. That's not to mention the ghouls, alien gods and angels. https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1364505

[soft-sarcasm]

KIM HEE-CHUL: READ ME.

Pairing: kim hee-chul x reader.

Summary: you love hee-chul and hee-chul loves you, so why is that so hard for your brain to comprehend?

Genre: fluff, angst, the reader has major anxiety, so yeah.

Word count: 3.5k

a/n: fair warning this is just a mess of absolute rambling. But I couldn’t help myself, Heechul has been doing things to me lately and this just started coming out of me. It’s completely unfiltered and unedited but I kind of love it. I hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading. p.s read me by ha:tfelt is recommended.

At this point, you might as well pour the entire contents of the instant coffee jar into your mug. For all intents and purposes, that’s what you were currently doing as you added spoonful after spoonful of the caffeine saturated substance into the white porcelain.

It was just one of those days.

You had already been up for hours despite the fact that it had barely just passed 9 in the morning, but that’s just how insomnia and anxiety worked, you were never in control of your sleeping patterns. It was one of the many things that ate away at your sense of stability these days, the lack of control you had. You always demanded a sense of ultimate control in your life, but you had never been able to do that thanks to your insomnia which leads you having to inflict that stress on other parts of your life. Like your relationship with your boyfriend who had recently become your fiancé, who you had subconsciously made a point in not seeing for the past few days.

You couldn’t help it; it was just how you were. Something about the recent weeks had triggered your usual mental afflictions by tenfold, resulting in the feelings you were usually able to brush off to become too much, too heavy for you to continue on as normal. You just felt this weight on your chest that you couldn’t ignore and which was why you were separating yourself from just about everything you felt was out of your control, Hee-chul included. This was why you were here, in your own apartment that had become rather unfamiliar to you as you had been spending more time at your fiancé’s place than your own. But this was why you had yet too actually move in with him, despite the constant pestering, for this exact moment that you were always dreading when your thoughts and negative emotions caught up to you and you were forced to hide away from everything.

Perhaps it was the impending of the New Year that was making you nervous, all of the tasks you would have to succeed in the next few months piling in front of you like a looming mountain of doom. Or perhaps, and you were reluctant to admit this, it was the recent change in your relationship status with your boyfriend, now fiancé, of the last two years. You had never been in a long-term relationship before Hee-chul; in fact, you had never cared for anyone but your close friends before he had come into your life. Romantic relationships had never been important to you, to the point that the people closest to you sometimes joked that perhaps you were aromantic and just weren’t made for them.

Then you crossed paths with your now fiancé and KPOP superstar, Kim Hee-chul, and as cliché, as it felt to say, he changed your perspective on just about everything to do with the vitality of a life partner. You had never been opposed to the idea of the one; you just weren’t actively looking for them. If there was one for you, they’d make it into your life one way or another, and that’s how Hee-chul appeared.  

In the second year of working with the prestigious firm you had worked your ass off in every aspect of both law school and every single one of your ventures after there just to get hired there, you were sent on the rather menial task of heading over to the apartment of one of your superiors clients to deliver and oversee the signing of some forms that were needed of him by his label. Taking papers over to client was not your job as an official Lawyer of the firm, a promotion you had clawed for during your two years of service, and to say you were slightly pissed off to be given to job by the sleazeball you were forced to call Senior each day didn’t make you any happier.

But despite it all, you remained as professional as ever, arriving just early for on time so that you were both punctual but also not invasive, a polite smile on your face as you bowed at the doorman who escorted you to the apartment before he left you to your own devices. The proceeding continued with you buzzing the doorbell and then having to wait a good 5 minutes until the door was flung open by a brightly dressed man that you knew as being a citizen of such a pop cultural obsessed country to be a member of the immensely famous group Super Junior, Kim Hee-chul. It also helped that you had read the client briefing on the drive over, but that was beside the point. He was handsome, you’d give him that and polite, no arrogance in his greeting as he allowed you into his home.  He even offered you water which you accepted because that was rare for most of the ignorant, bossy clients you worked for and because it was impolite not to. You then had to sit there for a good 20 minutes, overseeing as he read and signed each form, having to impute instructions every now and then as you sat at his extremely red table, a cat curling at your legs that you attempted to ignore to remain professional.

When your time together was finally done, you bowed courteously, shook hands and were gone with a pleasant smile and without the pain of the headache you had been previously been expecting to gain from your interaction with the pop star. It was only when you were leaving through the papers as you were preparing to send them over to your asshole of a senior did you find the small sticky note with a sentiment somewhere along the lines of ‘I don’t usually do this, and I know you’re probably not interested, but coffee?’ Along with a scribbled set of digits. It was painfully cliché, and more likely than not completely unprofessional, but being the curious and experimental person you were, and again while he was your superior’s client he wasn’t yours so technically it wasn’t a breach of contract, you actually ended up texting the number.

And that’s how you ended up in your current two-year relationship and now an engagement. Holy shit, you were engaged.

You were a hundred percent sure that you were in love with Heechul; there was no question about it. But that was the problem. You had forever been rather wary of your emotions and always managed to keep them under control. Crying made you nauseous, sadness made you feel like your chest was going to collapse from weakness. And yet, you had never felt something as strong as what you felt for Heechul and now that you were engaged, it made everything that much more real and out of your control; it was yet another aspect of your life that you couldn’t pin down and force to your will, and that terrified you shitless.

Not that you could ever tell Heechul that even though you were certain he would understand. You didn’t want him to think it was him who was making you feel this way because it wasn’t. It was you and your problem of trapping yourself in your own brain and worrying about every small detail, every blink and every breath. You couldn’t stop it; you couldn’t stop your insane habit to fixate on everything and anything. You couldn’t help feeling that actually taking that step to move in with Heechul would relinquish that control you had over your living situation and yet, you had agreed to marry him. How could you marry him when you couldn’t even bring yourself to move in with him? How could you put him through a life with someone would just fritzed out over the smallest human emotion and ran away? How could you expect him to love you when you were so entirely dysfunctional?

You had just finished adding the sugar and milk to your coffee, hands slightly shaking from your overly chaotic thoughts when there was the shrill buzz that you had come to recognize as someone ringing your doorbell. Very few people ever came looking for you at your apartment anymore, seeing as you were barely, if ever there. This was why you approached the door with a rather large amount of caution, knowing full well that there was the high chance that the person you had been for all intents and purposes been avoiding was on the other side waiting for you.

You could understand Hee-chul’s curiosity and confusion, you too would be pretty baffled if just three days after agreeing to marry you, your significant other just sort of disappeared and sent you all sorts of excuses to not see you or really interact with you. You felt, even more, guilt when you popped an eye through the peep-eye and saw Hee-chul all but buzzing in his spot, bouncing lightly on his feet as he looked everywhere at once. This interaction was inevitable, especially as it had to happen so that your relationship could progress, but that didn’t mean you didn’t secretly want to feign that you were not here and simply ignore it for as long as possible.

But no, you needed to be the mature adult you prided yourself to be and confront this head on. Logic and all of that useless stuff that had frustratingly never been that useful when it came to romantic relationships, something that also bothered you about being in love, unlike in your line of work or even in your way of life, logic and pure fact wasn’t always the only answer.  It had made the first few fights you had had with Hee-chul particularly bad as he had quite quickly decided you were going to be his life partner and grew easily frustrated with how you rarely ever actually brought your true emotions and vulnerabilities into the relationship while he laid everything bare for you.  But you had worked through that, or at least you thought you had until you had scurried off to hide away from the reality of your relationship a week ago.

You were actually surprised Hee-chul had been able to wait this long before showing up at your place. Even though he had come to know how you operated and how you desperately needed your space when you felt stressed, he usually couldn’t keep himself for too long and that had actually been one of the main reason for your relationship’s success, nothing ever got left unsaid between you two and that kept you honest and connected.

“You know I can smell your coffee right? I know you there.” He stated calmly after waiting for a few moments, allowing you to continue peeping out, watching as he fiddled with his clothes and messed with his long hair constantly. “I think it would be easier if you just opened now because otherwise, I’m going to freeze and then we’ll never be able to have this conversation.”

Fuck, you hadn’t even thought about the weather and without a second thought, you were flinging open the door with such a force that it even scared Hee-chul who jumped back slightly. You took a moment to look at him, suddenly an indescribable feeling that charted the line somewhere between fear and longing swelling in your chest like a balloon as you took in his bundled appearance, a mask and scarf tucked under his chin while he was kept from the cold to an extent in his long padded coat. Everything about him was familiar and endearing and you were reminded why you felt safe with him to begin with.

You wondered slightly if he was also taking this time to do an overview of you and you knew for a fact that your appearance was 100% less pleasing. You were in a dark shroud of black chunky knits and matching leggings, hair scraped back from your face in an untidy bun and bags of lilac puffed up under your eyes due to the lack of sleep.

Due to this thought, you made quick work to end the moment so that he couldn’t look too closely and be able to read you as well as he always seemed to. “You can come in.”

He nodded in agreement and followed after you, taking a moment to discard of the outer layer of his clothing and shoes, closing the door behind the both of you so that the chill was kept out. You padded off to the kitchen to start making another cup of coffee in hopes of having something to keep you busy. It was when you turned the kettle back on that you heard him shuffle into the kitchen and right over to the counter next to you. You felt a warm hand envelope your cold and shaking one, halting it from making any move further towards the cupboard to grab that mug you had been reaching for.

“Please,” He spoke with a close softness that made you want to break at the amount of uncharted love that you felt at the very brush of his touch. “Please, can we just talk about this.”

The balloon of nerves that had bloomed in your chest seemed to double in size as your hand dropped instantly to your side, your knuckles clenching in disapproval of the wave after wave of confusing feelings that rushed through you. You should have already gotten past this point in your life, you should be passed reacting like this at your age and at this stage where you actually had someone in your life prepared to marry you. Fuck this feeling. Fuck all of this.

You turned on nerve weak legs to face the man you loved, the man you would probably never stop loving and when you saw the look of concern and poorly veiled desperation on his feels, you broke, you fucking broke like the poorly made shard of glass you were. Smashing to the ground at his feet as your knees folded under you and the balloon burst in your chest, releasing everything that had formed that in the safety of your ribs.

It took you a moment to realise that you had actually begun to speak between your hysterical sobs and that Hee-chul had lowered himself to crouch in front of you. You were spewing off now, like a tap left open in hopes of draining each drop of water from the dam of pent-up doubts you held.

“-and I know I shouldn’t feel like this, because your you, and I fucking love you. But I can’t help it, why can’t I help it? Why do I feel like this? Why does my brain somehow equivocate simply loving someone and wanting a future with them as some sort of strange loose of control? Why does this monster in my head make everything good seem like a disaster just waiting to happen? Why can’t I just be left to be normal and content for just one god damn second without feeling like everything is about to crash down on me?

It’s not fair. Any of it. It’s not fair that I feel this way, and it’s not fair to you because you have no reason to be treated like this, you’ve done nothing to deserve this. And it’s not fair that I keep dragging you into this when it’s all my fault and that I make you feel like you’re the problem when it’s me and my stupid brain and my stupid feelings. I mean we haven’t even moved in together because I’ve been too scared, what is going to happen if we get married? And it’s just, not fair.”

There was a breath then; the dam seeming to halt its flooding for a moment so that you could instead take in oxygen instead of tears though it was still hard because of the state you had worked yourself into. You took a moment to finally regain your situation, you and Hee-chul spiralled on the cold floor of your kitchen, his leg probably hurting from his current crouching position but his face not giving anything away as he simply held your hands in his, rubbing a soothing thumb over your bony knuckles.

You were scared shitless of what he was going to say because now you had truly done it. You had truly crushed every fragment of his image of you being an ideal partner. This was it, you had finally put everything into perspective for him and now was his time to leave. But that was okay because it wasn’t fair for him to stay anyway and he could most definitely find someone else better and less damaged and less fragile than you. Someone who would move in with him with no reservation and be able to accept his proposal without spiralling. You were so sure of this that you even contemplated taking off the ring that now felt like a brand against you skin before he could ask for it back as if you doing it first would somehow lift the pain.

There were a few more breaths taken by both of you before he finally spoke, first settling himself into a sitting position to relieve the discomfort on his injured leg. “Is that everything?”

You blinked in absolute confusion. Is that everything? Was there more you needed to say so that he could finally fully regret ever even consider you as his life partner? Were there more dysfunctions that he had noticed and was just waiting for you to say aloud? There probably were but before you could even have time to start spewing them off, he interrupted you.

“I’m going to take your silence as a yes and ask that you continue that silence so I can say my peace and then we can move to somewhere more comfortable than your kitchen floor,” You opened your mouth to say something but were instantly silenced by the look you were given, the stare saying ‘don’t you even dare,’ without any words being spoken. So you clamped your mouth shut, the tears beginning to dry on your cheeks and prepared your body for the blow of whatever final goodbye you were about to receive. “You obviously have been going through a shit time this past week and that’s understandable because we all get scared sometimes and you have every right to be scared of a life decision as big as marriage, especially as you already said we don’t even officially live together yet. But I want you to know that, that’s never bothered me. That I understand you need your space that you know you can go to and that it especially doesn’t matter seeing as you haven’t run away during I think the nine consecutive months you’ve been staying at my place now. And if that isn’t a true show of your dedication to this relationship, I don’t know what is.

And I get that you think this is all your fault and that you’re somehow ruining us because of your ‘stupid brain,’ but I’m rather offended you would ever say that because I happen to love that brain very much and I don’t like anyone, even if it’s the owner of said brain, calling it stupid. I want you to know that you are not breaking us and literally nothing you say will make me regret asking you to marry me and start a future with me. I want you to know that every time you run away, after an appropriate amount of time of course, I’m going to be running right after you because that’s what you do when you love someone. And I love you more then I can ever possibly comprehend and as long as you love me just much then that’s more than enough to keep us going!”

You were crying again at this point, big fat tears, but this time they weren’t out of sorrow, they were out of pure happiness and adoration because you were currently being given the most cheesy yet sincere speech you had ever heard in your life and dear god you fucking loved this man so much. This beautiful, un-judgemental man that loved you more than you would ever deserve.

“You’re mad Kim Hee-chul,” You blubbered, sniffing uncontrollably, “You’re an absolute, fucking wacko for coming in here and spewing all of that cheesy love bullshit when I literally just showed you what a fucking crazy person looks like.”

“Well,” He hummed while slowly closing the space between the two of you, a smirking curling like smoke at the edges of his plump lips “If I’m mad and you’re crazy, doesn’t that kind of make us perfect for each other?”

You didn’t stop the laugh that bubbled to your lips that were so close to his that you could feel the warmth he perpetually radiated on your skin and were basking in it as though it were the sun. “I love you, I love you so much.”

He sighed in content against your lips, “And that’s enough for me.”

[sweet-teeth-mfs]

Sweet Teeth is a multi-fandom smut & fanfiction blog, currently writing BTS, EXO & NCT 127. 

Hi, I’m Edie! 👋🏻😘

Ultimate Bias: Min Yoongi 🏅

EXO Bias: Chanyeol/Minseok/Baekhyun

BTS Bias: Hoseok(!!!!!)/Namjoon(!!!)

NCT 127 Bias: Doyoung(!!!)/Taeyong

SuperJunior Bias: Eunhyuk(!!)/Heechul(!!!)

SHINee Bias: Onew 🌙

MonstaX Bias: Wonho✊🏻/Hyungwon ✨

Mamamoo Bias: Moonbyul 💘

KHH Bias: pH-1

Ult Biaswreckers: Hoseok/Namjoon/Chanyeol

Biaswreckers (general): Suho, Seokjin, Johnny Seo.

Special Mentions: Jimin(!!!), Taeil, Key, Ravi, Hyuna, Dawn, Lisa. 

My Baby: Jungwoo 💕

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Requests I’m happy to take:

EXO / BTS / NCT 127* Members & reader/or member (any gender/sexual preference) *NB: I only write 97′ liners and above. 

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Non-consensual sex/abuse 

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[sugabywjsn]

why are ppl so concerned over shipping and shippers (and fanfiction) in general?? like dont associate w shippers then like damn. I get it, some ppl are obnoxious abt it and some write smut (which again, is their choice, and i wont judge them for it no matter how much i dislike it for more reasons than just it being WRONG), but as long as they do not share w the idols then thats cool like keep ur sinning to urself. unless we’re talking about heechul and block b in general cause they all read fanfics abt themselves, and even smut (zico even joked abt it being too weak for him lol). in korean, that is. but i cant speak for all idols bcus some dont like it........ not even gonna comment on those who are blatantly homophobic AHEM. but back to the original topic, i honestly dont find anything wrong w fics or fic writers, and i dont get how its such a bad thing to some?? but then again, i do not read smut, unless its thrown into the plot, which i skip, but either way. there are some who just go into ship tags and comment shit??? pretty lame if u ask me. i’ve never shipped seriously, and even if i think an idol is dating another idol, i wouldnt ship it? I just think oh their chemistry is great and thats about it. and im not saying this to act all ‘i dont ACTUALLY ship it so im cool’, I actually have NEVER believed any of my fav pairings are real? there are some who I’ve been kinda suspicious of, and thats only if there is no fanservice involved. shit is pretty normal, y’all have been suspicious of ppl in your life, right? like ‘they seem close, are they dating?’ that type of non committed shit. but if you’re serious and sexualise idols and friendships, then I’d really like for you to reflect. these are real people in this world. they arent anime characters. and sure, fanservice is part of their career, but it doesnt give you the right to disrespect their private lives to the point all you comment is about that. it’s not cool at all to them, for example kook and chims cant even go on a trip w/o all of u assuming they fucked or even eloped lol but then again idgaf you can assume they’re in love for real thats ur problem lmfao

[2ya2yao]

The Struggle - Super Junior College!AU Masterlist

This is a collection of separate chapters inspired by the I THINK U college themed photoshoot, in which you, my female reader, are the main protagonist. Each chapter will be different, with also a different member.

Warning: this is smut with some plot from start to end.

The Classroom - Leeteuk

The Locker - Heechul

The Cellar - Yesung

The Lost & Found - Shindong

The Book - Eunhyuk

The Bike - Donghae

The Couch - Siwon

The Homework - Ryeowook

The Library - Kyuhyun

[battleangel]

I have a new Teukchul fanfic - Kim Heechul is a teenaged prostitute. One night, while turning tricks, Heechul meets a shy client, Leeteuk, who refuses to have sex with him. They slowly develop a relationship over time. Everything is going great – that is, until Lucifer breaks out of Hell and tells Heechul he is the reincarnation of a powerful angel... Read it here: https://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/1327174/forbidden-angels-angst-fantasy-heechul-heeteuk-leeteuk-suju-superjunior-teukchul-angels-83line-fantasyau-romance-drama-angelsau