Trope: Golden Boy With A Dark Side
Pairing: spy!heeseung x spy!female reader
Synopsis: Deemed AISA’s Golden Boy - the most talented secret agent known within the organization for his charismatic nature, intellectual skills and of course his effortless attractiveness, no one would’ve ever suspected Lee Heeseung was harboring a dark secret under his skin. It’s only when his past catches up to him - threatening to ruin his life and tarnish his reputation within the agency, that he is forced to seek help and team up with the one person he’s been avoiding the most the entire time - you.
Warnings: inappropriate language (cursing), explicit content - smut (MDNI), oral sex (female receiving), sexual intercourse, unprotected sex (please don’t), cream pie, multiple orgasms, breeding kink, violence, death, in-depth discussions of murder and Heeseung is lowkey manipulative
Mishi’s Thoughts: I actually managed to finish this earlier than I expected (mainly because my finals were postponed, thank God). But it’s finally here! My first fic! And I do genuinely hope everyone can enjoy reading Starboy! A lot of time skips and it’s mostly in Heeseung’s perspective for the sake of the plot. I feel like it’s a bit ass and it could be better, however I am probably overthinking things and yes, it’s pretty long. I feel like it could’ve been longer too, yet I can barely keep track of how I managed to get this fic to the amount it has right now. Please don’t hesitate to interact and let me know how you feel! Likes, comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated! Constructive criticism is valued as well so I can improve my writing! I proofread countless times but it’s possible I might miss some things. Also don’t forget this fic has no affiliation in any way to the person I’m writing about. Treat my work as purely fictional please! I’ll be releasing Jay’s fic soon after this one so if you guys want to be tagged please please please let me know and I’ll be so happy to add you. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you all love it!
Loud cheers and applause bounced around the walls of AISA’s lounge room when Heeseung entered with the rest of his friend group. Clearly the news of his seamless success regarding his latest mission has already reached the ears of his fellow colleagues.
However, as the young man’s bambi eyes - calm and pleased at the moment scanned the lounge, he froze upon meeting a pair of younger somewhat unfamiliar pretty dark eyes.
It felt like his heart had dropped to his stomach - he’d seen those eyes before, years ago when it happened.
Before he could properly react however, Jungwon nudged him. The younger boy’s wide boba-like cat eyes gazed intently at Heeseung - studying his reaction.
“You okay hyung?” Jungwon’s voice mumbled softly with concern as he and Heeseung subconsciously followed the rest of the group towards their usual spot - a cozy resting area in the lounge with bean bags, vending machines and comfy couches.
Heeseung nodded distractedly and silently averted his gaze from the young woman sitting across the lounge with a group of her own friends. She was beautiful, sure, but that wasn’t the only reason why she was on his mind. Asking Jungwon almost thoughtfully, knowing the younger boy caught where his gaze once was, “You know that girl?”
Jungwon cast a curious glance in her direction and nodded, responding casually, “Somewhat. All I know is her name is Y/N. Kang Y/N. I heard she’s pretty talented too. Transferred into AISA at the request of her parents or something like that.”
Jake, who was sprawled casually on a bean bag near Jungwon, apparently heard their conversation and pitched in while nonchalantly biting on a plastic straw, “Beomgyu told me she’s apparently from a mafia family. But I mean realistically speaking there’s no way a government agency would hire a person like her now would they?”
He paused, nibbling on his straw as he glanced at Y/N in the distance, Riki grimacing at his best friend and shoving him. Making the guys snicker as the youngest boy plopped down heavily beside Jake on purpose - nearly sending him flying off the bean bag.
Sunoo - always one ready for gossip, chimed in lightly as he sipped on a soda from the vending machine, “I think it’s true. I mean we all know about the Kang mafia family right? It’s highly possible she’s connected to them. They probably just had connections with the director and paid a shit ton of money or something.”
“Besides I heard Danielle, who’s apparently her best friend here now, was ranting on about how gifted she is. And about how it’s been her dream to work here since she was kid. So it’s only natural for her doting parents to bribe her in.”
He shot a knowing glance at Heeseung while adding. “She’s almost on Heeseung hyung’s level from what I heard.”
Sunghoon barked out a disbelieving laugh at that while Jay nearly spat out the water he was drinking. Sunoo shot them both pointed glares. “I’m not lying, I’ve even heard the trainees talk about her with awe. Why do you think she’s an official agent so quickly? She barely trained.”
“Or more like she just paid a lot of money to skip proper training,” Sunghoon mumbled under his breath.
Jay shot Heeseung a grin, joking in a mocking tone, “Looks like somebody’s got competition.” Earning a mumbled “Shut up” from a disgruntled Heeseung and hearty chuckles from the guys.
Riki glanced at the oldest as he also teased with a wide smirk on his lips, “Didn’t think that was Heeseung hyung’s type,” - gaining widespread laughter from amongst the others.
Heeseung didn’t respond to any of them, clearly lost in thought. Instead, listening to the rest of their conversation without inputting anything.
His eyes - now darker and silent, drifted occasionally towards the woman in the distance who was laughing and chatting amiably with her friends.
Completely unaware of the burning tension welling up inside Lee Heeseung.
Time flew as Heeseung began to spend majority of his free time locked in his study. The room was situated in the sprawling penthouse he resided in and typically locked whenever his friends visited to hang out. No one except him knew what was inside and as of lately, he’s been spending more and more of his time within that room - calculating his first move.
Since seeing you that day in the lounge, Heeseung couldn’t get you off his mind. It was difficult really. What with the fact that your family was responsible for the termination of his. Though an unwilling part deep within him viewed you as some gorgeous angel who he can’t shake his head of. Your growing popularity within AISA wasn’t helping either, which was bad. His revenge plan wasn’t supposed to end up taking you and your safety into consideration and frankly speaking he didn’t know what to do about that.
He sat there sprawled on the desk chair centered in his dimly-lit study - wrinkled white shirt half-unbuttoned and black slacks covering his spread legs. His chin was propped on his arm as he gazed intently at the large corkboard ahead of him littered with photos, clippings of newspaper articles and string connecting everything. Lots of red string.
Could it be a sign? If his friends were around he would’ve gloated by now on how creative his evidence board was. It was a thing amongst them to make one for each important mission they worked on. However, they didn’t know about Heeseung’s past. And this wasn’t their battle to fight regardless.
Heeseung wanted the personal satisfaction of terminating the Kangs on his own.
His dark eyes were fixated intently on a photo in the center - the prestigious Kang family. Though he couldn’t help but stare silently at your smiling face for what felt like an eternity.
Before he could stop himself, his mind traveled back to the past - old, painful memories that he’d spent years trying to bury but to no avail.
The trauma was always present - lingering like an incurable disease he couldn’t rid himself of.
It felt as if it were yesterday - when his parents were unsuspectingly ambushed and kidnapped by your father’s masked men, including himself and his older brother. His father tried his best to protect his family, yet it couldn’t be helped. Their reinforced security teams couldn’t stop the men in time.
Not when the Kangs found the Lees to be their greatest competitor and were hell-bent on crushing them.
Heeseung’s dark bambi eyes grew glassy as he recalled the way his parents pleaded for Kang to at least let their children go - to let him and his brother go. The way they all screamed out in agony as they were tortured brutally before being killed one by one.
He tried his best to push the thoughts away as they continued to flash through his mind. His brother who was killed first, then his mother and finally his father. Each and every single one of the people he cared about the most died at the hands of your father. And he had to witness everything as a young child - barely the age of 7.
And Kang’s wicked face. Contorted with pure malice as he committed each murder himself. A sight that always burned like angry flames in the back of Heeseung’s mind. How could he ever forget? No matter how much he tried to get over it, it felt as if the memories were stitched into his brain.
He was next. ‘Saved the best for last’ as Kang claimed.
The snobbish man started some ridiculous monologue. And Heeseung was forced to listen. Body burning from pain and his head spinning as he grew weaker and weaker. He just wanted the agony to end - blank eyes staring at his family’s dead bodies as he faintly caught your father’s words about a daughter the man had around his age and how pitiful it was that a young boy like himself was reduced to such a state as compared to her.
As if by fate or just pure coincidence, Heeseung recalled the sleepy little voice ringing out moments later, as a little girl appeared at the end of the staircase. You were half-asleep and too tired to notice anything but your father and Kang’s men hastily blocked the sight of the bodies lying motionless on the blood-soaked ground.
Heeseung remembered how he viewed you as a sight for sore eyes. Adorable and bursting with innocence. You didn’t really seem to care about anyone but your father and barely caught a glimpse of him as you were scooped into the older man’s arms and carried away.
Kang’s men let you go later that night. Heeseung never questioned why but you knew Kang was responsible for the order.
Maybe he wanted Heeseung to remain traumatized for life? Or he had plans to properly kill him after putting him through silent suffering for years before eliminating him?
And Heeseung could never forget that innocent little girl standing on the edge of the basement staircase all those years ago.
As if the Kangs were somehow keeping tabs on him the entire time, though Heeseung really couldn’t be certain - the threats began.
First, it started with weird texts and constant phone calls. Both of which Heeseung never answered. He wasn’t stupid - he knew exactly what was going on. He’s a spy after all. And quite frankly, he couldn’t care less.
He couldn’t fathom how these ridiculous people even managed to kill his family to this day. He had a good feeling it wouldn’t be difficult to finally get his hands on revenge.
One afternoon, his phone was vibrating constantly beside him as he sat in the lounge with Jay, who had some free time as well. He was poring over some reports from a few missions he’d completed in the past. Really just as a way to evolve his strategies for future tasks. Maybe even his revenge plan, but Jay didn’t need to know that though.
Jay - annoyed by the vibrations of the phone, let out an exasperated sigh and put his magazine down, “You answering that or what hyung? Seems important.”
Heeseung finally snapped out of his train of thought and glanced at Jay. Smiling sheepishly, he played it off and adjusted the settings on his phone to silent mode instead - not even glancing too long at the endless texts building up on his notification bar and the multiple missed calls from unknown numbers.
“Sorry man. Obsessed fans you know?”
Jay just laughed and went back to what was he doing while shaking his head.
When the digital way didn’t work, the Kangs resorted to physical threats. But Heeseung was already anticipating this and in turn, their efforts were futile.
It started off with threats delivered to his office at the agency. Almost risking exposure to his past.
Riki entered his office one morning with a sealed envelope, casually speaking to Heeseung.
“Yo hyung, you got mail.”
Ever the nosy one, he added casually, “That’s strange. It has no address. Need me to open it for you?”
Before Riki could even think to rip the seal, Heeseung snatched the envelope - surprising the younger boy and tossed it into the small paper bin near his desk.
Trying to brush it off, he responded casually, “It’s fan mail I’d suggest you don’t open it unless you want glitter all over you or something. These trainees are getting unbearably creative now.”
Riki accepted the response and chuckled, overcoming his shock. Heeseung’s popularity especially amongst the new female trainees within AISA wasn’t a surprise either way. Naturally, the guy ignored them but everyone knew how persistent they could get.
Good thing they were around to give Heeseung proper excuses.
When Riki left, Heeseung retrieved the envelope from amongst all the discarded paper in the bin and opened it, frowning at the contents of the envelope. It was a recent photograph of himself taken when he was out on a walk one evening with a bright red X on the blurry picture.
Heeseung rolled his eyes. Is this the best they could do?
All the other small signs of their presence surrounding him? He ignored them. All the shadowy men he knew were stalking him wherever he went? He pretended they never existed.
He was trained to always keep a vigilant stance and these men knew better than to provoke him. They’d never see the light of day again.
And the thing that finally pissed him off and made him decide he was ready to start fighting back?
When he came back home one day and found his penthouse absolutely ransacked. He didn’t care about anything but his study. The door was busted open and all his files and reports ripped apart. Some important ones about confidential information he’d dug up on the Kangs even stolen. His evidence board slashed through with a knife by the apparent gash on it.
Heeseung was pissed as hell that was sure.
He ran a hand through his hair, gazing around at the scene before him as he breathed out, “Fuck.”
The first thing he thought about as he took in the scene was that same time when he stumbled all the way back home all alone from the Kangs. After he was released.
The house was abandoned - the servants and bodyguards most likely had fled after realizing what happened to the Lees. He remembered what his father had taught him in the case that he was ever badly injured. Reaching for the only first aid kit he could find in his weakened state and administering what he learnt.
He remembered lying in his parents’ en-suite bathroom taking shallow and labored breaths, leaning against the edge of the bathtub. The evidence of his trauma beginning to weigh heavily on him, yet couldn’t even cry. Too numb at the moment to feel much.
The next day, he had fallen asleep in the same bathroom until he awoke to hurried mumbling and soft cackles. When he cautiously peered out from a crack by the door, he could see an unfamiliar woman. Though by your resemblance to her, he could now assume she was Mrs. Kang. The woman was taking whatever she could find for herself that belonged to his mother. Other people, supposedly Kang’s men, apparently circling the rooms of the manor and taking whatever they deemed as valuable.
From her favorite jewelry his father had gifted her - to family heirlooms and vintage desinger clothing she had adored collecting. Heeseung still remembered the immense rage he felt as he secretly watched the obnoxious woman prance around and take whatever she wanted like nothing was wrong.
Carelessly tossing away the things she didn’t want all over the floor in a messy state. He was too weak and still too young to act though and he was certain they ruined the other rooms too just like her.
So instead, he had to sit and watch the scene unfold with silent, angry tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks.
He pulled himself back to the present again, feeling that familiar rage burning within him once more.
It was time for a new plan.
One that included you this time.
You had a rather lazy day at work today. After finishing up on the report regarding your latest mission, you decided to take a walk as your friends were all busy currently.
Heels clicking as you calmly strode down the hallway leading to the lounge, you suddenly felt yourself being pulled into one of the storage closets leading off the corridor. Startled, you let out a soft yelp, only for a warm hand to clap quickly over your mouth. Your eyes went wide as you stared up at your supposed captor, heart quickening for other reasons than fear once you realized it was none other than Lee Heeseung. The renowned, hot agent of AISA. And the thing is, you’ve never even spoken to him before.
So why was he here now? Pulling you into a closet as if you both were acquainted or something? Your mind began to spiral with multiple thoughts.
You paid no attention to the boxes of case files and broken technology scattered along the shelves of the dusty closet. The dim light of the afternoon sun coming in from a window allowed you to take in his taller, handsome frame. Once he figured you wouldn’t scream, he took a step back, shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
You raised your eyebrows - a silent question as to what he wanted. He caught it instantly, his eyes growing darker while unconsciously roving your body in the tight buttoned shirt and short skirt you were wearing today.
“I need you to do something for me,” he spoke bluntly.
You stared at him for a solid minute, mind reeling at his nerve before responding, “We’ve never even actually met or spoke to each other. I don’t owe you any favors.”
He nodded concededly - his gaze never leaving your figure still, before stepping closer once more. His arms braced against the wall on either side of you as he gazed down. He wordlessly took in the way your body tensed just slightly even as you tried to maintain a composed expression. And after what felt like forever, he leaned down - sharp nose brushing against your cheek as warm breath hit your skin, his voice dropping to a velvety murmur, “I think you’ll help me nonetheless, won’t you?”
You didn’t respond. Mainly because you didn’t know how to. It was as if your mind had short-circuited and your body left you in an embarrassing mess in front of him instead just to mock you. Your breathing had grown shaky, your heart rate had picked up and you were faintly aware of the fact that Heeseung definitely knew what he was doing to you. His voice echoing in your head.
You felt your stomach churn when his teeth gently nipped at your jaw - repeating himself in a firm, hoarse whisper to get you to answer.
Your body answered before you could stop it. Trembling with sensitivity as shivers ran down your spine. You eventually nodded, a faint, breathy sigh leaving your lips subconsciously as his traveled further down to kiss the skin of your neck.
A soft chuckle left his lips, making your knees buckle slightly. His mouth leaving your neck as his forehead rested against yours momentarily - his breath mingling with yours now. Dazed, you parted your lips just slightly, making him laugh lightly again.
“Not yet. I’ll give you what you want when you do what you have to for me okay?”
You could only nod once more, barely thinking straight at the moment. Your eyes were transfixed on his soft pink lips while your mind raced when you realized how pouty and irresistible they looked on a man like him up close.
“Good girl. I need you to leave your bedroom window open for me tonight.”
He added without much thought to it, “I want to show you something.”
He didn’t wait for you to respond this time, knowing damn well you were going to comply and fulfill his request. He let his lips brush yours for a split second - sending sparks through both of you, before disappearing out of the closet.
Leaving you a complete wreck.
It was already close to midnight as you remained awake in the otherwise silent manor of the grand Kang estate. You were in your bedroom - your personal space that always gave you the comfort you needed, waiting impatiently for Heeseung.
You hugged your knees to your chest - gazing thoughtfully at the ceiling to floor bedroom windows with its pale pink curtains pulled aside. The open windows allowed a cool and gentle breeze to seep through, sending goosebumps along your exposed skin.
Your mind replayed the intense moment you and Heeseung shared earlier that day. And you hated yourself for the way you reacted to a man you barely even knew.
When you finally saw black, gloved hands sliding the window open and a figure dressed to resemble the night slipping through - you immediately sat up. Your eyes gazed intently at Heeseung, your stomach twisting just slightly as you took in how his fitted attire accentuated his toned frame.
Neither of you spoke for a long moment - the tension crackling like static in the air between you two. When he finally closed the window and approached your bedside, you nodded your head at the empty spot beside you, signaling him to have a seat as he got comfortable and peeled off his tactical ski mask.
Only then did you notice a bulky black backpack sitting on your crumpled sheets beside him, and you gazed curiously.
Your voice intrigued as you asked, “You wanted to show me something?”
Heeseung didn’t answer you. It was only when you glanced back at him did you realize where his gaze was. Your cheeks flushed slightly once you took in the way he was eyeing you shamelessly.
From the lace of your thin-strapped black cami top all the way down to the tiny silk shorts you had on. When his eyes snapped up to meet yours - the reaction was instant. Your breath hitched as you held eye contact with him, clearly seeing that now familiar pool of darkness swirling within. The same gaze you noticed back in the closet earlier today.
He clenched his fists at his sides for a moment, seemingly trying to restrain himself. Before instead, unzipping and reaching into his backpack, pulling out a few photos and files from within and tossing them over to you. Still not saying a word, but signaling you to read and go through them nonetheless.
You flicked through the files first wordlessly - when your heart tightened in your chest. Kang Dae-ho and Chung Seo-jin. Your parents. Listed within these files on multiple occasions along with in-depth details on the way they tortured and eliminated one of the most powerful and important families within the country at the time. Leading to their downfall.
It was talked about amongst people for years and even more so now as no one really knew what happened to them.
You tried to wrap your head around all of this. You knew your parents were violent - that’s not a surprise to you. What’s shocking is that you immediately recognized the family in the photos - memories resurfacing in your mind at the sight of a bright little boy. You couldn’t believe it. You made the connection easily. The audacity of your family to do any of the horrid things mentioned within this. And to Lee Heeseung’s family of all people?
“Why did they do it?” You managed to choke out a hoarse question.
Heeseung finally stopped staring at you and let out a heavy sigh, looking away from you. He didn’t answer at first, waiting for the initial shock and guilt you probably felt to ease somewhat.
“They wanted to be the best, I guess,” he responded simply, though the words cut something deep within him.
You frowned deeply. “Best at what? Being mafias? That’s stupid and I’m sure your parents weren’t a threat to them.”
“That doesn’t matter. Your parents are thirsty for blood and greedy for immense power, Y/N. They have been for longer than you think.” Heeseung’s calm voice grew slightly cold at the mention of how covetous your parents were.
“So why are you showing me this in the first place? I doubt I could do much.”
He let out a sharp laugh, shaking his head. You were gazing intently at the tattered Lee family photo in your hands.
“Isn’t it obvious? I want revenge.”
You snapped your head up to him, your eyes narrowing slightly at the way he said it so carelessly.
“And so what? You’re going to try and kill all of us?” You scoffed lightly and rambled on.
“This family cannot be targeted that easily Heeseung and you of all people should know that you’ll only get yourself killed-”
He cut you off before you could continue, his response making you stare at him with shock.
“The only people being killed here are your parents.” He added slyly, “And mark my words, you Y/N, will help me.”
Your jaw dropped as you gaped at him. Did he really expect you to just turn against your family and hurt them?
Even the thought of it sounded outrageous.
Fuming, you snapped back evenly, “I will do no such thing. I’m sorry for your loss but I will never help you carry out such vile shit. So get out of my room. Now.”
Heeseung tilted his head slightly, intrigued that you were defying him, especially with the way you acted in the storage closet beforehand.
He knew it would’ve only been a miracle for you to agree in the first place, but he needed to see your reaction just for the pleasure of it. A knowing smile played on his mouth and it only pissed you off further. He packed up the files and photos to leave while laughing darkly to himself and before he slipped out of the window he corrected - so calmly you almost regretted the way you spoke to him.
“Worth a shot. And it’s losses sweetheart. Plural.”
Heeseung sat in his study once more, contemplating the events of the past few days. (He definitely didn’t crash out trying to fix everything in his residence back to place.)
You on the other hand, have been ignoring him at AISA and he expected that obviously. Well you were more like refusing to even look at him, as if he wasn’t there at all. Not like he spoke to you either way. The only reason he even tried to pitch the idea for you to help him was because your parents were still bothering him and he wanted to act fast somehow.
The memories resurfaced and replayed in his mind like a tape record on loop. The way his parents were tormented right in front of his young eyes by Kang.
From the harsh punches and bleeding cuts by sharp inhumane objects slit into their skin - even to the brutal attempts of electrocution as they were strapped to chairs. Their bodies jolting and burning as static crackled around them.
His brother was a few years older than him, yet the teenage boy was stabbed multiple times to death - a cruel sight that he and his parents were forced to watch as he screamed and bled out to death.
He remembered his mother was led away - his father fighting against his restraints to protect her, as if he knew something extremely bad was going to happen. Heeseung never wanted to think about what occurred when multiple of the men carried her away to some other sealed-off room for a few hours, returning with her appearing empty and dead in expression before she was choked to death.
His father was the last to die before him and Heeseung was never sure why it ended up that way. Kang putting a bullet straight through his father’s skull, killing him instantly.
While he, a bruised and battered little boy - in immense pain and could barely keep his teary eyes open was forced to watch everything.
He wished he had died that night with them.
Every single day since then, he lived in silent agony as he planned to avenge their names and their deaths.
The recollection of all their screams echoed once more in his ears as if he was transported back to that night. Heeseung forced himself to snap out of his thoughts when the image of your face suddenly swam into his mind.
He twirled his pocket knife he held between his fingers as he thoughtfully gazed at his newly re-made evidence board. Pinned in the center directly over the photo of your family was a note scrawled in blood.
Heeseung didn’t care to know whose it was as it read, ‘’Leave your memories behind. They’re not yours anymore.”
The piece of paper was crumpled in front of his door when he found it one morning, days before he spoke to you. It was safe to say he was extremely fed up of the Kangs’ behavior now - thus leading to him acting irrationally regarding you. He doesn’t regret it that much though.
Using spyware he had acquired from the agency, he’d been secretly keeping tabs on you at the estate and was extremely pleased at how jittery and confused you appeared to be. You weren’t acting like yourself and the thought as to how much his intel affected you delighted him.
He’d catch you while staring at his computer screen every night - pacing in your bedroom every few hours or sitting on your bed zoned out. It was adorable to him really. The way he had gotten into your head. He didn’t expect a supposedly ‘tough’ agent like yourself to crumble at something that was normalized within your family.
They were mafias for God’s sake. Once he even thought you’d go so far as to confront your parents about everything. But you seemed to adore them unfortunately. It was disgusting in his eyes. The way you can love people blindly like that. Yet for some reason, he couldn’t ignore the strange feeling always bubbling up in his chest at the thought and sight of you - no matter how much he tried to fight it.
He shook his head, snapping out of his thoughts and let out a soft scoff to himself muttering sarcastically under his breath as a sudden wicked idea seeped into his mind, “Some agent.”
If you asked him, he found you to be a rather pathetic spy. You weren’t that tough or impassive as he’d thought you out to be. People in the agency were just glazing you because you were pretty and from a renowned family he’s sure.
Or was it just his effect that had you personally melting?
Thinking about this, Heeseung brewed up a brilliant change of plans in his mind. He knew exactly how to get to your parents - and you were going to initiate ‘Phase 1’ for him first.
You had just taken a hot shower for the evening, steam crawling out of the adjoining en-suite of your bedroom when you stepped out. You walked calmly towards your vanity dresser, glancing at yourself in the mirror as you were about to take a seat - dressed in a short thin strapped slip black nightgown with your hair tied up into its usual messy bun during the evenings, loose strands framing your face. It’s only when you noticed the figure lounging casually on your bed behind you did you flinch - clapping a hand to your mouth as you let out a startled scream that came out softer than intended when you recognizing the person.
You hastily rose to your feet while whirling around. And you demanded, anger beginning to rise up within you, “What are you doing here?”
Heeseung didn’t answer for a moment, a small smirk playing on his lips as he eyed you with that typical dark gaze of his. He wasn’t in his tactical spy gear like last time, instead he was dressed as if he was allowed to be here. Wearing a hoodie and sweatpants and sprawled comfortably on your bed as if he owned the place. Leaning back against the headboard, arms folded behind his head and long legs kicked out on your sheets.
“I wanted to see you,” he responded calmly. His tone infuriated you further.
“For what? I told you I’m not helping you.” You crossed your arms.
“It’s not that. I didn’t come because of my desire for revenge.” He paused, his dark eyes flickering up from your body to meet yours earnestly and they softened into that usual bambi gaze of his that could always capture hearts.
That made your serious expression falter, the fury beginning to quell within you - though you weren’t exactly sure why. You cleared your throat, looking away, trying to keep up the tough facade, “You expect me to believe that?”
He nodded as if the answer was obvious.
“Come here for a second.”
You didn’t move, gaining a soft exhale and a desperate plea from him.
After hesitating for a second, you stepped closer until you reached the edge of your bed. Before you could react, his arms reached out - pulling you on to the sheets and moving to quickly hover over where you lay.
You were so surprised that you couldn’t even think to move or fight him off. And deep down, you didn’t want to admit it but you were liking the way things were going.
He gazed deep into your eyes once more and spoke - his deep voice dropping to a soft, sincere murmur now, “I came to apologize to you. It was insensitive of me to think you could help me do something so low and cruel to the people you love.”
You listened silently - your eyes searching his. And he took it as a signal to keep going.
“It’s just- I’ve been so caught up with my intent on revenge. And I failed to realize I should’ve been focused on what was right in front of me the entire time - you.” He breathed out slowly as if debating on saying his next words.
“I’m sorry for everything. For how ignorant and cold I’ve been to you and for how I disrespected you. I’ve been trying to bury my feelings regarding you for months since I saw you at AISA and try to use the hatred I had within me against you. When the reality is that you didn’t even do anything wrong.” He shifted slightly, his hands finding their way on either side of your head as he continued.
“Can I ask you something?” He waited patiently for a response and when you nodded, he proceeded.
“Do you remember me? From when it happened all those years ago? I don’t think you realized what was going on but-”, he let out a quiet exhale, almost a laugh. “I was right there and you were so cute and innocent, happy despite everything going on and-”
You cut him off before he could finish. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a firm kiss.
Heeseung didn’t expect that - his eyes growing wide for a moment. Until he squeezed them shut and reciprocated, kissing you deeply, his hands moving down to grip your hips tightly.
You both made out passionately until neither of you could breathe much longer. Heeseung breaking the kiss as soft panting echoed around the otherwise peaceful bedroom - his eyes searching yours deeply with a silent, burning question in them. Noticing his gaze, you nodded immediately and he didn’t hesitate to lean down, trailing soft kisses from your jaw and traveling even lower.
Your breathing grew uneven, fingers moving to tangle in his soft thick dark locks of hair as his lips kissed and sucked the soft skin along the slope of your neck.
You smelled divine to him - like vanilla and lavender combined into a faint heady scent.
A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt him kiss along your collarbone - one of his hands reaching up to tug a strap of your nightgown off your shoulder. Your own hands shifted from his hair - snaking under his hoodie when his free hand played with the hem of your nightgown, sending a spark through you.
Heeseung lifted his head, his eyes searching yours once more as he spoke this time asking with a gentle, gravelly voice, “You okay?”
You nodded - breathless as you gazed up at him. He looked like a vision to you. Messed-up hair and hoodie lifted up just slightly from your touch to expose the faint ridges of his abs running along his stomach, the sight tempting you to pull the fabric off of him - to which he obliged.
Your breath hitched as you stared up at him, your eyes tracing the lines of his toned torso - acquired from years of training and missions with AISA. Your hands subconsciously roamed his body and you could’ve sworn you heard a soft moan from under his breath.
Heeseung hovered over you again, his hands on the hem of your nightgown as he asked almost urgently, “Can I?”
“Mhm,” you nodded once more.
He didn’t hesitate to tug the nightgown off of you, his body sliding back to sit on his knees as he breathed out a quick curse, his eyes scanning your half-naked body with awe - eyeing from your chest all the way down to the red lace panties you were wearing intently, “Oh fuck.”
He leaned down and captured your lips in a rough kiss. Need overriding his system as his tongue prodded at the seam of your lips. His warm hands sent shivers down your spine as they slid down from your neck to your chest - squeezing the soft and supple mounds of your breasts, eliciting a sweet moan from you as your lips parted, allowing his tongue to dive greedily into the caverns of your mouth.
Heeseung’s thumbs pinched lightly at your hardening nipples - the sensitivity making your back arch slightly as you whimpered into his mouth, tongue tangling with his. He smiled into the kiss continuing to provide ample attention to your chest as he squeezed and caressed your breasts, enjoying the way they felt.
He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as you both breathed heavily. His eyes dropping down to watch the way he was touching your chest, murmuring in a husky tone that made fireworks erupt in your stomach.
“Fuck your tits look so perfect in my hands baby.”
That earned a breathy moan from you, your eyes fluttering shut and your thighs squeezing together as he took in your reaction eagerly. He kept going, riling you up further.
“You like that? Hm? You like it when I call you baby?”
You only blindly nodded. Losing yourself to the pleasure - whining when he pulled his hands away from your chest to slide them along your stomach instead. His voice was a seductive whisper against your ear as he leaned closer.
“C’mon Y/N you can do better than that can’t you? Answer me when I’m talking to you.”
Your eyes were half-lidded as you gazed up at him with that annoying smirk plastered on his face. Of course he just to be gorgeous and infuriating at the same time.
And you finally managed to whimper out, legs spreading eagerly at his guidance, “Yeah.”
“Good girl. You want me to keep going? You sure?” He asked with a mock-innocent tilt of his head and a teasing smile on his lips.
You nodded, whining desperately, “Mhm. Please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. The next thing you knew Heeseung was between your legs - head buried against your thighs as he licked a hot stripe along your soaked panties with his tongue, making your back arch off the bed and your body jolt with pleasure - a startled moan slipping from your throat.
He inhaled sharply at the scent of your arousal, a pleased smile on his lips, “This wet for me already? I haven’t even done much baby.”
You didn’t respond - only fisting his hair and shoving his face back against your panties, earning a muffled laugh from him. He nudged the red lace with his nose for a moment before grabbing the waistband with his fingers, pulling away slightly to tug them down your legs and off of you entirely. He took an intent look at your body - the glistening folds of your pussy completely naked to his eyes, enticing him, before he dove back in.
The moment his mouth landed on your bare, sensitive area, your hips jerked up against his face before you could help yourself. Moaning loudly, your fingers pulled at his hair - keeping him closer as his warm hands firmly held your hips down to keep you from squirming too much.
His tongue and teeth were merciless - lips pressing against your folds as his tongue delved in towards your entrance along with his teeth nipping lightly at your clit.
The sensational feeling sent butterflies erupting within your body as it trembled - all while your breathy gasps and sweet, needy whimpers echoed around the bedroom from the way he was satisfying you.
It didn’t take long for your orgasm to approach. You felt it before you knew it - a knot tightening in your stomach. Heeseung noticed it too from the way your body tensed up against him - your hips subconsciously grinding against his face to seek further pleasure while chasing that release.
He squeezed your thighs as a signal and continued to tongue-fuck your walls ruthlessly, your fingers pulling sharply at his hair - earning you a few muffled groans against your pussy. The feeling making your mind go blank.
You came with a shudder, moaning his name with the sweetest and breathiest whimper Heeseung had ever heard. And he gently lapped up your juices while helping you ride through your high - not wanting to overstimulate you too much.
When he pulled away from between your legs and sat up to take a look at you, a proud smirk pulled at his lips seeing the state he left you in from just eating you out.
You were sprawled out beneath him, panting heavily as your chest rose and fell rapidly. Your body eventually sinking into the sheets as you slowly recovered from your high.
Heeseung licked his lips clean, tasting your release on his tongue as he mumbled - leaning down against your ear with a whisper that sent shivers through you from further sensitivity, “Done for the night?”
You slowly shook your head ‘no’, your first orgasm barely satisfying the burning desire still within you for him.
He let out a breathy laugh, “No? You want more of me baby?”
It didn’t take long for him to kick off his sweatpants and boxers, his long cock - thick and leaky at the tip, flying free and slapping against his stomach from how painfully erect he was. The sight made your eyes grow wide and you could’ve sworn you felt drool at the corner of your mouth.
Heeseung stroked himself for a bit, his eyes never leaving yours. The tension between you both crackled within the air once more - the intensified desperation and desire evident between you both.
“You want this baby? You want me?” His voice was a hoarse whisper, barely restraining himself.
You could only nod, your voice catching in your throat.
The sight of the Lee Heeseung - naked and ready to fuck the living shit out of you made you get even wetter. He laughed to himself at your dazed expression, rubbing his leaky tip against your folds purposely. The action sent sharp spirals of pleasure straight up both your spines and you didn’t even bother to insist he use protection.
You wanted to feel him completely.
Heeseung didn’t really take his time. Pussy still dripping from your first orgasm, he used the remnants of your release as leverage. He bottomed out into you, earning a sharp whine from your mouth. The stretch was unbearable at first given his size, but Heeseung didn’t move just yet, feeling how stiff you were. Waiting for you to adjust to him, he stroked a few damps strands of your hair away from your face due to sweat, as your bun had fallen apart a long while back now. He nuzzled his nose against yours, not minding when your arms found their way around his neck to hold on to him.
“Easy baby I got you. You’ve done this before right? Relax for me, I promise you’ll feel good. It’ll be okay in a few.”
You relaxed after a while - especially when he kissed you to distract you. Your body melted against his and he groaned softly into your mouth, now really feeling how tightly your wet and warm walls were clenching around him.
He broke the kiss, forehead resting against yours, as he began to move slowly at first. Taking his time, he rolled his hips lightly against yours and you moaned out in response - eyes rolling back as you felt every inch of him moving within you.
The pleasure only intensified as the moment grew hotter after a few minutes, with Heeseung picking up the pace steadily. You were a moaning mess - whimpering and crying out, occasionally whining his name when he hit that sweet spot deep in you that made you see stars.
Your nails dug into his back as he pounded into you, waves of ecstasy reverberating through you as you moaned his name breathily - the sound so sweet Heeseung swore he could’ve came at just that.
“Making you feel so fucking good, aren’t I Y/N?”
“Yeah- right there? I know- I know baby,” he spoke between soft grunts as he continued to thrust deeply into you.
He winced slightly at the sting of your nails burning into his skin, though a pleased smirk pulled at his lips knowing he was making you feel amazing.
You couldn’t even speak. Completely lost in the moment. Only able to moan his name over and over amongst the other sinful sounds of your desperate whimpers and shaky gasps.
Your incoherent babbles only encouraged Heeseung to thrust faster into you, his hands spreading your legs wider to look at his cock disappearing into your sopping hole.
“You look gorgeous like this Y/N. So beautiful.”
“God, I want to put a baby in you so bad.”
His warm hands gripped your hips tighter. The dirty thought made you clench tighter around him and he felt it.
“Yeah? You like that? Would you be a good girl and let me? Hm?”
“Wanna knock my pretty girl up so fucking bad. Wanted to since the moment I saw you again.”
You whimpered desperately, fingers pulling at the hair by the nape of his neck.
“Answer me baby c‘mon. You know the rules. You want that? You want me to fill you up?”
“Teach that son of a bitch for your father a good lesson?” he mumbled out, still keeping up his brutal pace into you, between the heavy pants of you both and the sound of the bed creaking.
Both of you were approaching your releases by now and fast too. Your body tensing up again and Heeseung feeling heat pool low in his stomach.
You mumbled out a shaky ‘yeah’, followed by a sharp cry of his name.
That nearly did it for him.
The sound of skin slapping against skin growing loud and obscene as Heeseung reached down, his fingers rubbing at your clit - while still murmuring to you and praising you.
The combination of the sensational feeling and his words made you come instantly, screaming his name as your orgasm ripped through your body - your back arching and your eyes rolling back.
Heeseung took it all in with glee, still moving, knowing he was close too as he helped you ride through your high.
“Good girl. You’re doing so good.”
He let out a quiet moan as he came, shooting thick ropes of his release inside you. His hips jerking and your body shuddering as he rode through his own high before pulling out of you slowly.
Your mixed releases dripped steadily out of you and Heeseung reached down, using his fingers to push any escaping substance right back into your abused hole.
You were a vision tangled amongst the sheets as he gazed down at you. Spent and glowing after your two orgasms - with a small satisfied smile playing on your mouth. You had your eyes closed, your eyebrows furrowed and your swollen lips parted as you panted heavily, trying to recover from your high.
You were so exhausted from the intimate encounter and dozed off shortly afterwards. You didn’t even realize when Heeseung cleaned you both up and tucked you in comfortably under the covers of your bed before lying beside you.
Your body instinctively craved his warmth and shifted closer to him. He allowed you without hesitation, pulling your body against his as he wrapped his toned arms securely around you. He shifted to lay on his back, with you sleeping blissfully on his chest. Curled up into his side, with your breath hitting his neck gently, occasionally tickling his skin.
He gazed up at the ceiling of your bedroom, lost in thought as his absentmindedly stroked your hair.
You stirred a few hours later, frowning slightly in your sleepy state when you felt the bed empty next to you. Your eyes snapped open and your twisted your body to look at the time on the digital clock sitting on your bedside table. It was barely 3:10 am, but you could’ve sworn you felt Heeseung’s warmth next to you as you slept.
Your heart dropped when you noticed his clothes were missing as you took a glance at the floor.
Did he leave at some random hour earlier in the night? Maybe he needed a sip of water and decided to get something from the kitchen?
As these thoughts sailed through your head, you suddenly tensed up.
He definitely couldn’t be trusted wandering this house alone.
You scrambled off your bed and hastily grabbed your silk robe hanging on your bathroom door, tossing it on carelessly and barely managing to tie it as you slipped out your bedroom. You tiptoed silently through the mansion, not wanting to alert any of the bodyguards most likely keeping an eye on things through the security cameras.
Your parents would kill you if they knew what was happening and you’d be certain the men would report to your father if they detect an unfamiliar man wandering the hallways along with you creeping around. It’ll probably be so obvious you slept with him too.
You wanted to slap yourself.
How could you have been so stupid?
Heeseung was a spy just like you, therefore you had to put yourself in his shoes. Where would he be in a house like this? With your parents as his enemies nonetheless?
When the memory of what he showed you that day resurfaced, your heart started to pound in your chest. You didn’t waste time, picking up speed and bolting straight for your parents’ master suite - the sound of your bare feet against the cold hardwood floor a constant reminder that you might not have been quick enough.
You flung your body against the double doors and it gave easily, already unlocked. The sight that caught your eyes made your body tremble from shock.
Sitting there on the bed, side by side, were your parents.
Their dead eyes were wide as they stared blankly ahead, their empty gaze on the suite entrance - directly at you. The light from their eyes gone as you took in how they were tied to the bed posts with their own fancy satin sheets. The pillowcases stuffed into their mouths as gags. Their arms were bent at unnatural angles that would’ve definitely been uncomfortable and painful when they were still alive.
That wasn’t what brought the tears to your eyes though. They blurred your vision as you stared at the multiple stab wounds along their bodies - as if whoever did this had a personal grudge and took it out on every body part they could find.
Blood soaking the mattress from both their bodies that most likely bled out. They were forced to die slowly and agonizingly, suffering through the pain. You couldn’t even scream - trying your best to convince yourself this was a horrid nightmare.
That was when you noticed the fresh bullet wounds embedded right in the center of both their heads. Blood spattered on the walls behind them and the headboard of the bed. Your father’s gun, which he probably used to try to protect him and his wife, sitting on the floor beside the bed.
You could tell that whoever did this to them shot them for extra measure and pure spite after they bled out.
A choked sob ripped out from the back of your throat as you clapped a hand over your mouth, the other going to clutch the neckline of your robe by your aching heart. You let the tears and grief consume you, ashamed and filled heavily with guilt knowing you were accountable for this.
And you felt entirely responsible.
Your knees buckled, preparing yourself to hit the ground as you let out a pained wail. However, a pair of strong arms caught you from behind. You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. He was probably hiding amongst the shadows of the suite the entire time.
Your body and mind acted on instinct while writhing and trying to pull away from him as you screamed out.
“Get away from me! Let go of me!”
“I fucking hate you, Heeseung!”
“How could you do this to me?! I trusted you!”
Heeseung just held you silently as you screamed and yelled at him. Trying your best to pull away from him but he was stronger and overpowered you easily - crushing your body to his chest.
He couldn’t deny the pang of sympathy he felt hearing your screams and pained sobs until you finally gave up and cried into his chest.
Yet he didn’t regret what he did.
He slowly began to rub your back, his lips pressing soft kisses to to top of your head.
The fucking audacity of this man.
You tried to push him away again but he only held you tighter, almost squeezing you painfully now. This made you cry harder and louder, your wails reaching the bodyguards of the house, now stunned and speechless at the scene before them as they stood by the entrance to the suite.
Your fists held Heeseung’s hoodie tighter, bunching the fabric in your hands so tightly he thought it might tear as your shaking body sank against him.
He didn’t let go of you for a second, still comforting you. He ignored the men standing there rooted to the spot, his focus entirely on you.
Leaning down to whisper against your ear, murmuring underneath the loud echoes of your uncontrollable weeping.
“Shh it’s okay baby I got you. No one is going to hurt you.”
“I’m here. You’ll always have me.”
“And you’re stuck with me now,” he breathed out, soft breath tickling your ear as you trembled uncontrollably in his arms, his hands still rubbing your back.
He lifted his head slowly to gaze at the dead bodies lying there, motionless before his eyes. All while still comforting you with his silent gestures.
He didn’t smile - not yet.
He was internally pleased with his work though, even if he didn’t show it.
Up to now, the manic gleam that you couldn’t notice reflected deeply in his bambi eyes.
This was what they deserved.
And revenge sure is sweet.
“I’m a motherfuckin’ starboy” - Starboy, The Weeknd
