low . lhs
as an idol, dating is complex. heeseung knows that, yet he dated you anyway. but the rules he keeps for you are strict: if you see him out in public? you dont know him, keep it silent.
or, in which you are dating lee heeseung, a popular idol. but you're struggling to cope with the fact that your relationship has to be secret. yet, he always manages to make it up to you.
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heeseung was a good boyfriend, he really is. but you feel neglected with him. sure, his schedule is packed, you understand. as an idol, he has concerts, tours, fanmeets and fancalls. It isn't new to you that he barely has time for you.
but this might be the final straw.
its your birthday. your birthday. he had promised time and time again to be there for this special day. he reassured you through calls and text messages. now you’re in your apartment with friends. and he still wasn't here.
the nagging pit in your stomach grew. you check your phone, no happy birthday message. you open his contact, walk into the bathroom and call him.
“hi, baby,” his voice comes out from the other end, “whats up?” whats up? you wanted to yell at this motherfucker for being able to sound so unbothered while you're over here wondering if he even likes you.
"its my birthday today! i mean- i get you're busy, but not even a fucking message?" you rant into the phone screen, voice rising with every word, "do you even love me or something?"
you hear the bastard laugh, "yn," he coos, "of course i didn't forget. i'm coming to visit next week."
"really?" you almost feel a flicker of hope, and he hums in response, "mhm."
then he hangs up.
oh, and, everything he just said was a complete lie.
not only did he completely forget your birthday, he also hadn't even thought of visiting. and to add onto that, you sounded like you were finally done with his shit.
so, in an effort to keep you with him, he bought a quick flight to where u were and cancelled everything else on his schedule.
but don't worry, you can always trust him on making it up to you. always.
-
heeseung showed up to your door unannounced, dressed casually, no gifts or bags in his hands as if his prescence was the gift itself. the moment you opened the door, he stepped in like he owned the place.
"hi," he said casually, and you fought the urge to grit your teeth, "sorry about, well, everything. but i'm here now, no?"
yeah, he was most definitely the world's greatest boyfriend.
"yeah, you're here now," you bit out, crossing your arms and plopping down on the couch, glaring up at him. he frowns and sits down next to you, so close that your thighs were touching, "come on, don't be like that."
you scoff, looking away from him, "how could i not? you literally forgot my birthday," he gently grabs your chin, slowly tilting your head to look at him, "baby, i said i'm sorry, isn't that enough?"
god help him, but you just looked so damn adorable when your mad. the way your lips jutted out into a cute little pout, the way your eyebrows furrowed and the way you just frowned was enough to get him going.
"you're so fucking egotisical," you hissed, looking away from him and rolling your eyes. fuck, he's dying to see your eyes roll, but in a completely different context.
"look, i've got just the way to make you feel better, eh?"
-
said way was fucking you into the mattress.
you were bent over the bed's edge as heeseung drived into you from behind, the sight of his thick girth disappearing in and out of your greedy cunt was driving him insane.
and those noises you made? he was sure that he can cum just from hearing you whine like that.
despite him filling you to the brim, a slight bulge showing up in your lower belly whenever he slams back into you with a lewd slap of skin on skin, he wasn't sure if you're quite full enough.
with his free hand, he gives your full ass a sharp smack, making you cry out into the pillow that your face was shoved into, and he spreads your cheeks apart.
the moment he sees the way his cock slides in and out of your sopping cunt, thrusts hard enough to make it feel like the room was shaking.
he inserts his thumb into your rear end, making you feel impossibly fuller.
"fuucckkk," he moans, hips moving erratically. the sound of the headboard hitting the concrete wall of your bedroom was moving rhythmically with the slap of skin on skin.
his other hand goes from your hip to tangle in your hair, and he presses more firmly against you to hold you in place.
when he pulls at your hair, making you arch your back and look up at him, he lost it right there. this. his world narrowed down to this.
a clear string of drool connected your lips together, and tears were streaming down your pretty face. poor baby.
"hee..." you whine out, trying to grind back against his cock. he grins down at you, "yeah, baby, i know. you were feeling so neglected... fuck, im so sorry," he lets out a groan.
"come onnn," he drawls, putting double the effort into his sloppy thrusts, "let go for me sweetheart, come allll over this dick, yeah?"
you let out a desperate little whine before that knot in your lower belly finally snaps, "oh, fuck!" you moan, your orgasm crashing over you. he fucks you through it, leaning down to groan out dirty praise.
and when he comes, he collapses on top of you. his arms snake around your waist as he flips you two over. his cock, still buried to the hilt inside you, softens as his breath comes in deep exhales.
"see?" his lips curl into a smug and infuriatingly cute smirk, "said i'd make it up to you. happy late birthday," he nuzzles into your neck, peppering the skin with soft kisses.
"shut up."