─ ·✶· ─ 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦...
..to my room.
˚ ❄︎⋆｡˚ —CW—: NSFW, as per usual; please be careful reading this because this too was written in rebellion to the lack of non vanilla Enhypen smut, fem!reader, mentions of drinking and alcohol, non!idol au, one sided frenemies to complicated potential lovers with one being in denial, oddly specific I know, cursing, tension, insults, emotional vulnerability, emotional insecurity, Heeseung respects women— with that being said, concerningly filthy dirty talk, he spits in ur mouth😭, multiple times umm, dirty talk, kissing, brat taming, praise, teaspoon of humiliation, fingering, edging, hair pulling, pussy bullying, dacryphila, begging, dom leaning Hee, corruption kink I think?, degradation, he’s also lowkey very possessive, bondage, crazy pussy eating, flirting, edging, disgusting kissing, consent, sneaking around, dirty talk, blindfolds, restraints, K I S S I N G, toe sucking, he really is undercover pervert in this lmao, multiple sex scenes, spit k+nk, multiple orgasms, squirting, slight mind break, aftercare of course, petnames— baby, sweetheart, good girl, you get it.
❄︎.° •w.c (10.6k) I’m so sorry😭💔
❄︎!!A/N—English is not my first language, so please forgive any typos or mistakes. Also, this was hard to write because I kept picturing him blonde and I was notttt fw it😭 and let me know if the font color is hard to see and I will change<333!
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First you’d like to start by making it clear— you love your friends.
They’ve been there for you through most things that would send other people running for the hills. Embarrassing crushes, the eventual drift between you and your parents, getting your heart broken then holing up in your place until they came to pull you out, blackout drunk party nights and even the failed job interviews.
They’ve seen, supported and loved you through it all. That’s why when they invite a new person into your group, you’re wary.
Enter Lee Heeseung.
He’s pleasant enough. Not just to be around but to look at too and in a perfect world, he’d be your exact type, just—
“You sure you guys are going to be comfortable in that? Bring a jacket. It’s gonna be cold later.”
“Don’t eat all that sugar— you know it’ll upset your stomach.”
“Here. I’ll put it in my phone because I know you guys will forget.”
He’s the mom friend.
Never taking more than one drink because he needs to be the designated driver, always checking everyone’s location when you’re out together and if you haven’t moved for too long then he’s there to check in. The one who always has extra things that you all would typically forget but wind up needing later.
Tissues, hair ties, he even found Riki’s best friends earring when she had lost it at a party with him. It all just rubs you the wrong way.
He’s always so pleasant. Too pleasant; cool toned even and neutral about absolutely everything but gets along just swell with everyone. To them that’s ‘just how he is’. Easygoing, charming, charismatic and mature. You’ve never so much as seen him annoyed, let alone pissed off, like he’s above the drama of baser emotions.
Anger, jealousy, embarrassment, arousal, etc.
Call it curiosity or trauma; your unwillingness to relax with someone who only has one dimension and risk sipping tea with someone who could potentially be the enemy. Yet, as you stated earlier: you love your friends and you didn’t want the cliché cataclysmic ending of your group because of the new guy so you kept your suspicions about Heeseung to yourself.
What those suspicions are, you’re not entirely sure. Just that you want see for yourself that he’s not as above everything as he acts.
With that, you decided to make it a personal mission to get under his skin. Heeseung was so cold…
What would he be like burning?
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It was Wednesday night.
Wednesday nights were the unofficial check in night of the week at your place. You’d lay around, fill each other in on stuff that happened while you were apart like gossip, hyperfixations, possible beefs, airdropped thirst traps and the like. Heeseung listens and comments but he wouldn’t talk much about himself. He knew almost everything there was to know about your friends but you all knew next to nothing about him.
“—and I know it’s a stupid thing to cry about but I told them 4 times that I didn’t want mustard.” Chie flops onto the carpet with a groan, retelling the lunch break from hell. “The first bite I took? Mouth full of it.”
“That’s what she said”. Jungwon chuckles from on the couch, high-fiving Kai when he laughs too. It’s so stupid you smile, shaking your head while Chie protests that this is a very serious topic and not the time for ‘that’s what she said’ jokes, looking to you with a pout so you can come to her rescue.
“Technically that wouldn’t be what she said— unless guys like teeth?” Your words turn their laughter to a pained hiss just imagining it. Chie comes to put her head in your lap, snuggling against your thighs like a cat as you coo, petting through her hair and Mina scoffs.
“You spoil her too much— s’ why she acts like such a baby now.” You hush her, throwing the pillow behind your seat at her head.
“That’s okay, she’s my baby and Won if you say ‘that’s what she said’ with your single ass—“
“Okay, okay! No fighting tonight, please guys?” Kai cuts you off only to space out before blurting, “Wait—do some guys like teeth?” The room sighs and you seem to be the only one willing to answer.
“I think so. Ask my new co-worker, apparently all he dates are piranhas.” Jay shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
“That can’t be fun.” You shrug.
“I don’t have a penis so I wouldn’t know.” It’s that sentence that has a new set of eyes, silent and intense searing into you.
“You could find out.”
You blink—warm weight settles in your chest and you try to blink away the quickening of your heart. Snapping your head in his direction, your breath catches when you find him already looking at you. Heeseung. Brushing off the increasing of your heartbeat as a newly developed condition and nothing more, you scoff.
“Oh? How would I go about that, Einstein?”
His dark eyes seem to stare right through you from beneath his hood. He’s wearing all black today— a baggy relaxed fit that shouldn’t look so good for a guy that carries around iron pills in his backpack for his friends.
He doesn’t flinch at your tone. Instead his words are slow, unhurried and unashamed.
“You know… guys eat pussy. They could use teeth too.”
It’s not telling at all the deep breath you suck in, eyes widening half a fraction as your lips part. Heeseung notices it all but you’d never know that as he leans closer; expensive cologne cloying your senses when he whispers,
“You don’t have a dick but your clit is just as sensitive—if not more, yeah?”
His voice is low, amused and controlled. As if he didn’t just send you spiraling by saying such a vulgar statement in the calmest tone. Even as your friends hum and debate it in the background. Teeth or no teeth, if there’s such thing as too wet, how Kai doesn’t like piranhas but a mean girl could be the death of him, even Esther’s boss who looks like he bites. Heeseung still hasn’t taken his eyes off you— completely unaffected. He might as well have been talking about the weather and the urge to provoke something from him shoots through you.
“Are you a biter then, Heeseung?”
He lets the lilting accusation in your tone roll over his broad shoulders, facing your scrutiny head on when his voice drops half an octave.
“Oh, sweetheart..”, he croons, “I’m a lot of things.”
You don’t say anything back but he catches the quick clench of your thighs when Chie moves.
He gets along with your friends the way he gets on with everyone else. People just tend to like him. You’re different.
On the surface you tolerate him— not saying anything that would indicate otherwise or fuss when he comes around. In exchange, your eyes are constantly narrowed in suspicion whenever they’re on him. He isn’t stupid. Heeseung knows you don’t like him. You’re careful not to bring the mood down but you don’t share more with him than you absolutely have to; keeping him a maintainable distance at all times. As for why, he doesn’t have a single clue.
It’s okay, he doesn’t let it bother him but it doesn’t occur to him how irritating that trait can be.
The hangout continues as normal, your other friends oblivious to the undercurrent of tension thrumming between you two as Kai complains that Riki is never around.
“He even went to the Michael Jackson movie without me!”
“Because he went with his best friend, remember? The tall girl with the pretty everything.” Mina supplies and Won groans.
“How can we forget? They’re always together— it’s crazy they’re not dating at this point.” Jay shuts him down so fast it makes you feel bad.
“Not in a million years and don’t even think about saying that to them. You know how defensive he gets. We’d be hearing about it forever.”
Everything is the same as it always is.
At least it should be.
You spend the rest of your time together in a daze wondering just what he meant by that— the warmth from his whispered ‘sweetheart’ lingering on your skin like a dusting of powdered sugar. It’s both thrilling and irritating for you.
You’re supposed to be getting under his skin not the other way around but you’ve never heard him speak like that. He’s never been anything inappropriate or suggestive around you or your friends so perhaps that’s why it’s so jarring?
Eventually late becomes too late and one by one they all leave. Quick hugs and goodbyes along with a possible girl get together this weekend. As usual Heeseung is the last to go, having stayed to make sure everything is tidy enough and no one leaves behind anything important.
Walking him to the door in the name of being a good host, you can’t help but eye him as he puts on his boots, watching his long fingers tie the laces before standing back to his full height, locking eyes with you.
“You’re staring, sweetheart.” Immediately you bristle.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why not? You don’t like me?” He asks calmly, breath warm against your face. Even his posture is languid— like he’s got all the time and patience in world. It sharpens your tongue something fierce when you snap at him, pretty face twisting in disdain.
“No! I don’t like you.” He hums softly, a slow smile growing on his lips; cheeky.
“I’ve noticed.”
His leaving becomes less going and more of a heated stare down. You’re so aggravated you don’t know what to do or how to put the lid back on something you’ve kept bottled up for months now. You dread thinking about how your friends would react if they ever learned you didn’t like Heeseung the way they did— and all over some hunch. Your stomach flips at his words, narrowing your eyes even more.
“You… noticed?” He hums again.
“It’s fine, though. You have the right to feel how you want about me.” He says oh so soothingly and you get that familiar urge, sicker than before to just push him. Drive him off that cliff that you know he has.
That feeling agitates your pulse with each passing beat of silence, rationale flying out the window as you give into it, lips curving into a mean sneer.
“And if I feel like you’re a fake little bitch who couldn’t develop a personality if it fucked him in the ass then what? That’s fine too?”
It’s a low blow but it gets you to glimpse it. The twitch of his eye— something hard flashing beneath their depths.
“Of course”, his voice is lax as usual but the force lingering behind it makes you grin. “If that’s why you don’t like me.” You tilt your head, shrugging like he bores you.
“It is. That and the fact that i don’t like empty things.”
The way the air seems to still should’ve been your first warning to shut your mouth. You feel it, makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand but you don’t listen. Heeseung doesn’t say anything, drawing his brows together in disbelief as he blinks. He’s got that look he only makes rarely when scolding your friends, stepping closer to you while that underlying tension is back— electric now.
“What did you just say to me?”
He doesn’t sound as coddling-ly soothing anymore and the rough timbre of it makes your heart hammer. With what? You don’t know anymore.
“You heard me”, you swallow, staring back defiantly.
“There’s probably no real you to even dislike. You’re like a dummy with painted on emotions because you don’t have the depth for your own—”,
“Take it back.”
Hes not angry but he’s certainly getting there. You don’t know because nobody know but his expression of himself has always been a soft spot for him. Heeseung always felt awkward growing up when trying to get closer to his peers. He would often question if he was expressing certain things correctly to the appropriate degree before he’d get shy and just give up altogether. In the end, it was the vulnerability of expressing those emotions that would embarrass him so much; not that he was feeling them.
And here you are calling him nothing more than a canvas for others primary colors since his are too monotone when they’re everything but.
He’s not annoyed, he tells himself.
Even as his hand drags up your stomach, up between the valley of your breasts to wrap his hand heavily around your throat, humming deep at the feel of your racing pulse. You glare through wide eyes, doing your best to act tough like the looming feeling that you might’ve gone too far isn’t storming over you.
His hands are big— one fitting around you like a collar. Not choking just yet, but telling you to tread lightly. Heeseung’s voice is deceptively calm as he flexes his fingers, testing his hold.
“Let’s not piss me off”, your thudding pulse skips a beat when his hand tightens in the slightest. Adjusting his grip and he’s standing so close you can feel his body heat. “Take it back.”
Doesn’t he know that’s exactly what you’re after?
Jerking your chin up, you hum. He watches your eyes roam, as if considering his request.
“No.”
Request denied.
Heeseung takes another deep breath, mentally counting to ten before he does something he regrets but the way you’re talking to him is starting to grate on his nerves. It doesn’t help that you were always sort of like this with him. Constantly doing the opposite of what he suggests, refusing his help out of sheer spite and disappearing acts that made him worry but these days you seem to enjoy fucking with him even more and every time he takes it with an easy smile; a cool shrug.
That however, was in front of your friends.
The two of you are alone now.
You gasp as his grip becomes airtight, pinning you to the cold wood of the door and crowding flush against you. You aren’t scared but you feel something much worse— warmth, pooling in your core and seeping into your panties. That dull throb.
Momentarily, you forget to account that he’s so close, filling your air with his heat when you clench your thighs together. Heeseung catches it with a slow curl of his lips, grinning like a wolf with his perfect teeth.
“You act like such a bitch that I’m not even surprised you’re wet from this.”
Biting your lip, you shake your head no. Heeseung doesn’t buy it for a second.
“Don’t lie to me”, the low growl makes your nipples harden, shivers wrack your frame at the warm puffs of air when he brings his mouth to your ear.
“I can smell her fuckin’ drooling for me.”
A pulse throbs through your cunt so strong it blurs your vision, mouth dropping open in a whine.
You’re reeling from how fast you got here. Clearly you’ve been underestimating how much your little nudges have been bothering him. Now that you know he’s not impenetrable, the logical thing to do would be to stop.
Heart shaped lips burn thick, wet kisses up your chin to your panting mouth, tongue lazily sliding across your bottom lip, tasting your chapstick with a soft groan and you find that you don’t want to do the logical thing.
You want to see how far pushing Mr. Perfect’s buttons gets you.
“Is—”, you suck in a rush of air when Heeseung lets up on your throat.
“Is that why you’re so hard? ‘Cuz you like it?”
You really need to stop talking.
“Even though you know I can’t stand your ass.”
The look he gives you alone fights the validity of your statement. It takes your breath away; how intense it is — his eyes nearly black because of you.
“Me? What about you? Your eyes are already begging for it now I just need your mouth to do the same…” You aren’t even in your body when you nod, too caught up in his proximity.
“Good but if you hated me so bad then you wouldn’t be this wet saying ‘yes’ to me.”
And before you can argue out of principle, Heeseung’s taking your mouth in a kiss that’s all heat and threadbare restraint. The nerves under your skin light up, buzzing restlessly and you moan—burned by the feeling. He’s a good kisser, you think hazily. The hand on your throat leaves to wind in your hair, pulling your head back so he can kiss you deeper— filling your mouth. It feels good; numbingly good and you’re so wet.
Hazily, you suck on the tongue petting the roof of your mouth, groaning at his taste when the hand in your hair tightens— ripping off your lips with a hiss. The blood beneath his own skin turning to lava.
“See? You wouldn’t be wet at all but you are.” He catches your bottom lip with his teeth, slow and teasing before letting go.
“If you hated me you definitely wouldn’t be looking at me the way you are now.”
Self conscious, you try to blink away the lidded weight of arousal but it doesn’t work. It’s confusing. You don’t like Heeseung. Nobody knows anything real about him. You refuse to be gaslit like the others into believing that that’s simply how he is— a large castle with winding staircases and doors that all lead to nowhere. This is the most reaction you’ve ever gotten from him.
“I’m not looking at you like—”,
“Like you want me to tire you out? Make you my good girl? No more fighting me while I put you in your place?”
Oh god.
The mental image alone is debilitating as he brings his other hand to the waistband of your shorts, teasing with his fingertips in playful swirls to the skin beneath and your stomach drops.
“I really don’t fucking like you.” The trepidation is clear in your voice. Heeseung smiles.
“I heard you the first time, sweetheart.”
“Never hurts to hear it again, then.”
You jerk when his fingers dip shallowly beneath the band, brushing somewhere lower— hotter. Instinctively you arch towards the feeling. Heeseung watches you fight yourself just as hard as you battle him.
“What is it you want from me, hm? You don’t like me but I won’t accept that— not after tonight so what’s your actual problem with me?”
You don’t answer, you don’t want to. Looking to the side, you pinch your lips together and he knows you won’t spill— voluntarily at least. That’s fine.
He slots his mouth back over yours with a searing vengeance; hot, heavy and wet. It’s like he’s everywhere as you share breaths, his lips pressing and sucking at yours with teasing brushes of tongue. Brows pulling together, you whine into his mouth. While you’re distracted, the hand inside your shorts finally moves. Heeseung doesn’t let you twist away, licking into your mouth at the same time he cups your pussy from inside your panties, sliding his middle finger through your drenched lips when he pulls away to coo,
“Aww”, the mocking heat of his voice slides under your skin, paralyzing.
“You made a mess, baby.”
Your entire body jolts and your hand flies up to grip the hem of his hoodie. You might need therapy after this— you’ve never felt so many things at once for anyone let alone your sworn nemesis. It scares you but you love it at the same time.
Heeseung takes his time peppering slow kisses all over your face while he plays with your slick, hissing at the way you coat his fingers before circling your clit. It’s loud too— the steady shlick of your arousal through your pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart..”, a watery moan spills from your chest, lidded eyes looking at him as you crumble more with each sloppy stroke.
“Let her talk t’me…”
Eyes rolling, you melt.
It’s disgusting, shameful. Your pussy leaks despite it. His fingers are mean; almost cruelly indulging you as he presses harder, noting the way your legs shake when he applies pressure near the entrance of your sopping hole, making her clench.
It’s blissfull torture. The way he alternates between softer and harder, keeping you teetering on the edge with each pull but careful not to push you over by giving you what you really want. A cry rips out of you when the fingers probing your entrance thrust in, scissoring apart before he crooks them up, just grazing that spot that makes you scream — eyes whiting out — fresh spurts of slick jetting onto his hand.
“There it is… I barely brush it ‘n you and your slutty pussy go all dumb on me.”
The sound that comes after his words is one you didn’t even know you could make. Something between a grunt and needy cry injected straight into his veins as he watches you lose yourself to him. You’re so beautiful— his brat and unfortunately that’s exactly why you won’t be getting what you want. Grinding his fingers into your spot, the strums to your swollen clit turn relentless. Heeseung’s neck burns at the way you sob his name, legs shaking because he’s got you right fucking there—
Then he stops.
Your heart plummets as your rapidly approaching high fizzles out, leaving you with the uncomfortable embers of a maddening need running into a wall.
As if it needs to get out but no amount of force can break it through and the shock devastates your nervous system. With your breaths quickening, you struggle to deal with the whiplash. Glaring up at Heeseung, the look doesn’t have the bite it usually does with your eyes all glossy— trying not to cry because he goddamn edged you. His fingers remain lodged inside your slick walls but he keeps them still and his thumb off your little clit that he can feel throbbing.
Since he’s an asshole and he knows you don’t like him, the kiss he presses to your forehead is sickeningly sweet on purpose— to piss you off. He does it purely to mess with you because he knows it’s not what you need, cooing at your obvious frustration.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Ready to tell me now why you hate me so much?” You shiver at his voice, tears budding when he snaps his fingers forward— pressing hard against the ball of heat that makes those same tears spill over as you gasp but that’s all you get.
“Or do you wanna take back what you said earlier?”
You collect yourself as best you can, huffing in torn breaths as he kisses your cheeks. His dynamic is so confusing, making it so much harder to think through it all.
“I—“, you swallow your nerves, “I wanna cum.”
Heeseung’s jaw clicks.
Even now, you were still being a brat. Demanding and rude, you didn’t even say please. Kissing that pretty pout off your lips, the way Heeseung smiles when he pulls back lets you know that wasn’t the right answer and as you scramble to correct yourself before he does— it’s too late.
Squeezing a third finger past the tight ring of your drooling entrance, the stretch is mind-numbing and if it wasn’t for him holding you up, you’d have been on the ground when he curls them. Your blood rushes so hot that it hurts, heart hammering against your ribcage when his thumb beats your clit with each punishing thrust. Ashamedly fast, Heeseung feels your cunt spasm. Dipping his head, he licks the inside of your sobbing mouth just to taste your desperation. Looking down, he sees your wetness dripping down your leg onto the floor.
It sends a violent throb to his cock, wanting to bury himself inside you and stretch you out until you’re always this nice and sweet for him. That’ll have to wait because you’re trilling now; body shaking all over while your cunt sucks on his fingers when he fucks them into you knuckle deep and just like last time; when your breath starts to stutter from how close you are, he stops.
Then you actually do cry.
Fat tears spill down your cheeks when the hand in your hair fastens around your throat to hold you still when you try to chase his hand. Your chest heaves with every watery sob because it aches. You want to cum— need to cum but he won’t let you.
Heeseung watches your mind slip to shambles, bought to ruin by sheer need and it’s such a delicious look for you.
You were always pretty but you’re even better in tears. When he comes to kiss you, this time you thank him and it has a sickening shiver coiling down his spine. It’s like a victory. You did like him, you just needed his help to cope with it. Now while that doesn’t excuse your behavior earlier, the fact you want to be good for him is a step.
Shushing your cries when he pulls away, Heeseung brushes his lips across yours, voice sultry and entrancing.
“Apologize to me, baby. Say you’re sorry.”
Oh, and you’re so sweet when you do. Batting those wet lashes prettily at him, sniffling softly.
“M’sorry, Hee”, his heart stutters at the nickname everyone but you called him by, leaning up to press a kiss of your own to his lips. Tasting the want and tear-soaked desperation.
“…didn’t mean it.”
Kissing you back, you’re completely plaint for him. Mouth open as you let him take, take, take and it has him high. As a reward, his fingers pick up where they left off and you turn to mush beneath him. Incoherent babbles spill through puffy lips, apologizing and thanking him through keening moans, so pitifully wet now that you’re dripping little puddles on the floor but the tastiest thing is how you submit.
He’s got you out of your mind with everything he does to you right now; open and bared.
“I know you didn’t, pretty…”
He twists his fingers, forehead to yours while bullying your sweet spot with brutal accuracy, earning a shaky wail from you. You can’t think, there’s nothing but Heeseung up there. His perfect hands, perfect face, maddening voice all coming together to make a mess of you.
“Fuck, you look beautiful being so good for me.” The same Heeseung who could also be the death of you.
“My sweet, good girl…”
You’re close. He can feel it.
And he wants to let you come— let squirt your creamy mess all over his hand so he can suck it off and spit it back in your mouth.
He needs to get something out of you first…
“Tell me why you don’t like me”, Heeseung slows his movements so you aren’t being completely swept away by pleasure, kissing your lips to bring your attention to the words coming from his mouth.
“Good girl, baby— focusing on me. You wanna cum?”
The ‘C’ word gets you going as you nod eagerly.
“Y-yes please.” You’d build him a house and paint the entire thing with a q-tip if it meant he’d let you cum.
“Then out with it”, he sucks your jaw heatedly, undulating his fingers.
“Talk t’me, sweetheart.”
He sounds so patient, so soft— like he’s after the same outcome as you and don’t you see? He’s just trying to help. It folds you like fresh laundry on a Sunday morning as it all comes tumbling out.
“You-”, Heeseung watches a myriad of emotions in your glossy eyes.
“You never talk to us—to me…”, He blinks.
“We hardly know anything about you— you’re so neutral about everything and h-hard to read so it’s hard to feel close to you or trust you and it’s annoying because”, you pause and something suspiciously like embarrassment washes over your face.
“Because you’re like— nice I guess and really hot so we want to be closer to you but you never open up you’re just there and, and—”, You’re spiraling he realizes, so worked up your mouth is just running.
“You’re like this paragon of all things holy; you aren’t forgetful, always productive and grounded, you don’t even get mad! That’s why I try to annoy you because—!”
He cuts you off with a kiss that’s pure consumption as he fucks you until you’re delirious.
His hand is sure to leave a bruise with how tight he’s gripping you. It’s so dizzying, his thick fingers wreak havoc inside you, slamming into your g spot as he thumbs your engorged clit messily. Heeseung’s tongue laves over yours, spreading his taste all over your pallet, before sucking harshly on your bottom lip— pulling away with a throaty moan.
This entire time, you didn’t like him because you didn’t feel close to him—he didn’t let you in to feel close to him. Plus you thought he was hot but he’ll explore that later.
Distantly, he’s aware that’s you’re begging— for him not to edge you again, that you wanna cum, how you’ll be good and he knows you will with a high keen of,
“H-Heeseung pleaaase!”
Any and all traces of your little attitude problem are gone now as he turns you into nothing more than a thing.
His thing.
Your walls pulsate erratically, twitching wildly as he terrorizes your clit, fingers deep while they fuck away at the pulpy heat of your dripping pussy. Pretty eyes flutter back into your skull as your hiccuping wails rise in volume and it only makes him go harder on you.
“C’mon, pretty baby”, he purrs, nipping at your bottom lip.
“Lemme take care of it…”
He’s not even sure you hear him with how gone you look but your pussy gushing says you do. “Let me make her cum niiiice n’ sloppy— keep being my good little slut…”
Fucking hell.
The best way to describe what happens next is that you fall apart in pieces. It’s as if a torrent rips through you from how fast everything breaks and all you can do is grip his hoodie and wail through it.
A heat so overwhelming dunks over you— taking your breath away with its intensity, leaving you raw from the inside out. Heeseung watches at point blank range; you cumming so viciously that you drool when he pulses his fingers in mean ‘come hither’ motions that get you gushing. Through your shorts, on his boots— the floor; you make a mess everywhere and the debauchedness of it is beautiful.
“Mhmm…”, he rasps heatedly in your face,
“Just a dumb wet little fuckhole f’me, yeah? Only good at doing what she’s told?”
Your heart rate spikes.
Cocking a brow at you, he sticks his tongue out and you follow like a dog. Licking a fat stripe up it, riding the waves of your orgasm with his taste in your mouth when you pull away— eyes glazed over.
Heeseung bites his lip.
Oh, he’s going to have fun training you.
You never really considered him a friend so maybe he can become something else to you; something that lets him break you like this until you’re overstimulated and obedient. Pecking at his lips with watery whispered thank you’s just like you do now.
Each messy kiss is returned with a slow patience, steadily dialing you back down as he slips his hand out with a nasty squelch. He’s still surrounding you when he brings his wet hand to his mouth, a heady groan escaping at just how much there is before he’s lapping it up— sucking you right off his fingers, eyes molten as they stay locked on yours.
You taste ruined— taste like his too and it makes his blood roar.
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat when he swallows and you can’t help but clench at the sight.
“Open your mouth, baby.”
You know what’s coming but it doesn’t make your heart race any slower when thumbs come up to stretch your mouth wide, playing with the mess on your lips before leaning over—
and spitting.
It’s like your body takes a screenshot with the way you freeze, arousal landing like a flaming arrow in your gut. You groan around the tongue now licking into your mouth, spreading the taste of your cum on your pallet, cock throbbing through his clothes as he’s pressed against you. When he pulls away, you whine; trying to chase his lips until he holds you in place,
“Stay.”
It’s firm, absolute— commanding obedience and to his immense pleasure, you listen. Body reacting immediately to the command, like a puppy showing its belly to appease their owner.
“Good girl.”
You nuzzle into his hand when he cups your cheek, basking in the dark warmth of his praise. So docile, Heeseung thinks with a subtle shiver of delight, almost suffocatingly affectionate with you now.
In the minutes that pass you wait for him to close up again— distract you while he distances himself like this never happened but he doesn’t. Looking at you like he’s unsure for the first time in his life when he blurts out—
“I like people watching.”
It’s random, makes you giggle dazedly as you shuffle to stand on his feet, wrapping your arms around his neck and it makes him a little breathless when you ask in that soft voice that was never aimed at him before when you’d use it,
“Why?”
It’s then he realizes that it’s simply you that takes his breath away. The lone star in the far end of his galaxy. It’s also why he’s making an effort now— a clumsy attempt at an invitation to his world.
“It’s a marvel”, he starts, arms wrapping around you to hold you tighter. “Seeing others show so freely the same things I feel but express naturally—unlike me. Guess I’m terrified of being that awkward kid again.”
You hum, feeling kind of bad now. You should’ve cut him some slack instead of assuming he was inherently evil. Not wanting to leave him hanging, you kiss his cheek— a soft apology as you offer,
“Well, for what it’s worth I think you’re doing amazing now.”
His eyes focus on you and you know you’ll never get used to their startling intensity from someone as attractive as him but you will yourself to stare back at the slow smile creeping on his lips. Less heat, more warm.
“Really?”
You nod, kissing him again because you can’t help it.
“Really.”
There’s something now. A quiet truce too charged for platonic friendship. You two can’t come back from this and neither of you want to. Whatever this is, is fragile so you’ll both be keeping this a secret from your friends for now…
“…I might talk too much,” He warns and you grin.
“That’s fine.”
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In the following weeks to come, you learn a lot about Heeseung.
That he likes sweet/ floral scents and animated movies and chick-flicks with heart aching plots. He tells you about his big brother which surprises you the most because he gives off such strong only child energy. You learn that he’s a yearner— keeping his emotions buried close in his chest because that’s where he feels they’re safest. He likes company— someone hanging around even if they’re quiet, just existing around him while he does whatever.
He’s a silent overthinker. Both positively and negatively.
You both behave as you would normally around your friends but sometimes with heated glances and lingering touches when you pass by.
Then there were times like now.
The rope is harsh and tight over your skin, contrasting with the cool silk of your blindfold as it intricately restricts you. Your arms held up and together, shoulder-blades pressed back. It’s the farthest thing from what you’re used to; so accustomed to the teasing touches, the pressure that’s only a taste instead of the full serving as opposed to the overwhelming feeling of the new bindings while he touches you with no intention of stopping.
Heeseung likes many things but he loves control— tonight is your first real demonstration of how.
You’re trembling, he notices. They’re not bad tremors, no, your pussy is even wetter than it had been the first time he touched you weeks ago. Running a firm hand down the hemp rope suspending you, you gasp when you feel hands smoothing up and down your waist.
Since you couldn’t see, all you had to go off of was his touch and voice. It’s both exciting and nerve wracking because while you’re completely clothed, you don’t know if he is too and it only amplifies the power imbalance between you. Heeseung trails a line of hot, open mouthed kisses across your shoulder, his head bowed to your ear, fingers stroking over your belly.
“What do you think I’m going to do to you?” Gulping, your heart is in your throat— skin tingling when you answer.
“Whatever you want.”
A dark hunger, heady and consuming washes over him. It’s so strong that it dulls the restraint he normally has over himself so he doesn’t get carried away and drag you down with him. Yes, he’d do whatever he wanted to you but the real rush comes from you verbally acknowledging that you’d let him.
His mouth waters as he lets out a pleased hum, dropping his lips to your skin as a reward for answering correctly.
Your cunt pulsates when he bites at the crook of your neck, finding your pulse point and sucking at your jugular until you’re squirming against him— needy moans filling the space. It also doubles as a distraction because you jump when you feel thick fingers ghost over the slick wetness of your sensitive pussy.
They’re light— featherlight brushes as he watches you writhe. With your legs also bound, you’re left completely open so you can’t even create friction by clenching your thighs together like you do when he teases you around your friends. Instead, you have to take what he gives you when he feels like giving it to you.
Your heart is in your throat because with Heeseung you could either be edged for hours or forced to cum until you passed out. You’d take the second option any given day. It’s a task to suppress the sigh that builds in your chest— you just wished you could see his face, what kind of expression he’s making. As if sensing the incoming anxiousness, Heeseung’s hands wrap around your thighs at the same time his knees hit the floor with a muffled thump.
“Since you’ve been so good these days…”, you try to listen but your head is spinning from the feeling of him between your legs, warm breath tickling your skin.
“I won’t make you beg the first round. ‘Kay, pretty?”
He grins as your jaw drops, turning his face and presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. Your responding ‘okay’ is breathy and tantalizingly sweet as you submit to him. Little do you know he’s counting the first round as your first orgasm of tonight.
Slowly, he sweeps his soft lips across the plush fat of your inner thigh. You’re trembling is harsher now while he’s grinning like the devil. As he goes, his kisses grow more open, more wet— until your pretty painted toes pointe and your breath catches. Not being able to see amplifies your other senses to an almost uncomfortable degree, making you hypersensitive as a result. The hot sweep of Heeseung’s tongue in the hollow of your hip, teasing at the ropes edge, makes you want to beg for that mouth to be somewhere else instead.
Glossy and pretty, your pussy is soaked— lips shining from the wetness clinging filthily to her. You choke when he blows a puff of air straight on your clit just to see her twitch, letting out a hungry groan.
You feel beyond lewd, spread open like Heeseung’s personal plaything. Hands and lips are everywhere— but not in any pattern you can track and he knows you’re starting to get overwhelmed so your reaction to the sudden wet heat around your toes is 100 percent genuine.
“W-what—!” His cock throbs when you cry out, “Heeseung!”
The squirming starts up fresh, uncontrollable, as you feel the wet sensation of his tongue flickering between your toes. A hard shock crashes through you, ripping a sound out your throat that makes his nerves sing.
You feel like you’re running at least 100 degrees hotter, your teeth vibrating from it all. It’s a new experience— a cocktail of maddening pleasure and humiliation at all once. While you lose your mind to an alarmingly concerning rate, Heeseung is beating your clit with stinging slaps, black eyes devouring your every reaction.
If he wasn’t as sick of a man, he wouldn’t make it a habit to drive you to the brink of your sanity the way he does; with cruel accuracy. It’s really unfortunate for you that he has no interest in changing.
He pulls away with a crude suck to your middle, breath gusting across your wet toes.
“You’re so wet”, his amused huff makes your chest burn, more kisses pepper across the tops of your toes before he moves to do the same to your other foot.
“Drippin’ like a slut all on my fucking carpet…”
The harsh words are cooed, as if you’re little more than a puppy who hasn’t been housebroken and just can’t help it, adding to your arousal and embarrassment. A choked whine gets trapped in your throat when he slides his tongue across the tips of your toes, slipping his mouth over each one individually to suck.
He’s so gross.
Its debasing.
Your heart drops when you suddenly feel how close it has you.
Without missing a beat, the sharp spanks switch to quick swipes. Heeseung rubs the flat of his fingers side to side across your twitching clit, pulling your toes off his tongue in favor of biting your calf when you start to shake. He can see your leaking hole clench and unclench, even if he ordered you not to, he’s got you so wound up it’d be a dying mission from the first syllable. Jesus fuck, you’re loud now— making your own ears ring with viscerally raw moans.
How adorable. His little slut is in heaven, head tipped back, eyes more than likely rolled behind your blindfold in bliss, clitty aching as your messy cunt starts to convulse.
“Ooh— yeah, gooood girl…”
The the praise takes you to another stratosphere completely, sobbing as your orgasm hits. It’s crushing and you swear you’re dying and the blood in your veins is actually electricity. All your senses seem to hone in on your pussy as Heeseung drags you kicking and screaming to a squirting fit.
“There we go… that was big one, baby— don’t pass out on me.”
And you’d love to listen but he’s making it so hard.
When he finally stops, you’re hanging on by a thread. Sweaty body one raw nerve; exposed, wet and twitching.
The rope now feels good so tight around your body as you slowly start to slip and fuck— the headrush it gives him. It’s exactly how he wants you; plaint, sweet, eager to bark and do any trick he wants just to please him.
“Still with me, sweetheart?”
You don’t exactly hear what he says but you know he’s talking to you, sounding awfully patient for someone who just send your soul on a universal trip. So, you’re proud when you manage to answer him with a hoarse,
“Mh— y-yeah.” Good. Very good; and since you came that means…
“First round’s over. Know what that means?”
Heeseung watches you swallow but you don’t answer out loud not just because your soul is still stumbling its way back into your body but because you know.
“…means the real fun is about to start.”
You’d complain if you didn’t crave Heeseung so bad— from the first night and then all the ones after, you’ve been so strung out over him.
Your ears perk up when you hear the sound of a belt then some rustling, everything on your body standing at attention in anticipation as you lick your lips.
“Please”, voice shy, “I want it, need you—”
Spreading open your sticky swollen folds, making you feel even more exposed when Heeseung cuts you off with a starving lick up your pussy. A sharp gasp is punched through your lungs at the deep lap from your hole to your clit.
He French-kisses her like he’s missed her and she reciprocates by bursting slick on his tongue. He feels you out with eager licks, working over and between your folds like he’s trying to lap up all the mess that’s dripped out. Having just cum, the stimulation borders on pain but the sweetest kind. Just the slick, tickling warmth of his tongue already has you buzzed and tingly.
A sharp keen spills from your lips when he pulls away with a harsh suck to your gushy hole only to spit; the wad of saliva and cum landing hot and nasty on your clit as he moans.
“Fuuuck… slutty crybaby pussy always tastes the best.”
Your entire body spasms, like you’ve been struck by lightning. Heeseung doesn’t care, humming as he goes back to eating, tongue flat and greedy. Trilling sobs pour from your mouth, broken and cracked. When his mouth closes over you, blanketing your clit in heat, the last bits of coherency leave you with a tear-wrought wail.
No matter how you writhe or squirm, you can’t escape from the relentless pull of Heeseung’s lips. You’re completely gone as his cheeks hallow— sucking the fat of your poor, sensitive nub in sloppy voracious slurps that make the tendons of your legs strain within the rope underneath his palms.
He’s a messy eater, too.
The erotic sounds of him making out with your pussy are vile— wet and unabashed, sending vibrations through you with every pleased hum. You won’t last much longer like this. Your pussy is just too engorged, way past oversensitivity and again; he’d care if he was a better man but he isn’t and the taste of you is like heaven.
Nothing coming from your mouth is comprehensible, just a jumble of warbled begging and shattered syllables that make up his name. The heat from your intensely approaching orgasm makes you sweat as it builds in your core.
Sliding three fingers in, Heeseung is brutal— curling his fingers straightaway into that melty nook that has the next lap of your slick tasting thicker, creamier. His face is coated in you but he doesn’t stop; not even when you go limp, screaming as you cum so violently it gives you cramps.
Your noises mix with the sappy squelching of Heeseung’s mouth glued to your raw pussy, working you over until it hurts. There’s nowhere to go, no way to get away from the waves of agonizing euphoria— not with how tightly he’s got you tied up. His cock throbs when you clench tight around the thick fingers, shaking apart under his gluttonous mouth.
Every sound grows impossibly distant the longer he prolongs your orgasm. Your own desperate whimpers, Heeseung’s purring growls, the lewd slap of his palm as he fingerfucks you open. All that exists, all that feels real is the white hot pleasure shredding through you as you wail and beg as best you can before he makes you faint.
Thankfully, he’s in a merciful enough mood. Popping off your spent cunt with a satisfied sigh and one more kiss, sucking you off his fingers while you go boneless.
It takes a while for the shivers to subside.
It takes even longer with the next heavy blink to realize you can see. Blurry vision suddenly filled with the same handsome face you’ve started to see in your dreams lately, drenched heart-shaped mouth tilted in a satisfied grin. A hand brushes across your sweaty forehead and you realize with a dizzy giggle from his bare arm and all over that he’s naked now.
A beat passes before he’s kissing you. It’s softer, not as consuming but grounding because that’s what you need. Your face feels feverish as he cups it, nuzzling his nose against yours.
“You’re doing so good”, he praises warmly, “So perfect f’me, my pretty girl.”
Minding the time, he starts to loosen the ropes to bring you down. With you being new to all of this, he doesn’t want to risk hurting you by keeping you restrained and suspended in one position for too long. The rope slides out through the rig easily as you breathe deeply, letting him maneuver you this way and that until you’re free, massaging your limbs to help your blood flow when he lays you on soft bedding.
The cool sheets are lush and soothing against your heated skin, Heeseung kissing the marks left behind from the rope.
Eventually, those kisses trail lower— down your sweat slick spine, over the globes of your ass, the back of your thighs all the way to the soles of your feet as you melt into his bed. It’s all so nice, you can’t help but wonder if he’s gonna fuck you.
“Like you won’t believe…” He rasps, already tilting your hips up until you’re on your knees, back sloped in the most delicious arch.
You didn’t even know you were talking out loud but that train of thought is ejected when you feel him position himself behind you, sliding between your wet folds. Your mind goes entirely blank, clean slate.
He’s hard as steel.
And fucking big.
The thickness of it spreads your lips open, fat veins kiss your clit with every rock of your hips. Heeseung is tall but not bulky so you knew his dick being above average was a possibility but this? He grinds with you, following your rhythm as he grips the back of your neck, pinning you to the bed as you let out a shaky moan.
“Look at you”, his low voice taunts, all heat.
“Haven’t even put it in and she’s slobbering all over me, messy fuckin’ girl...”
Embarrassment floods your face as you turn your head to hide in a pillow but Heeseung is having none of it. His hand leaves your neck to fist your hair, yanking your head back. He hisses when he feels your clit throb against his length at the pain.
“No, be good and say it”, he growls, nudging the fat head of his leaky tip on your entrance, teasing you with the pressure.
“Tell me what my hole wants, baby.”
When you hesitate, he pops in with just the tip only to snatch it out before you can even enjoy the stretch. Reaching up for his hand, you keep your eyes locked on his as you put his palm to your throat, voice shaking with need.
“She wants”, you swallow, “she wants you to use her— fuck her till she’s gaping— ngh!”
He pushes in in one nasty thrust, pelvis flush to your ass, stuffing himself deep inside your spasming heat.
Somewhere between the way your blood immediately starts burning through your skin and the addictive pleasure of being stretched to the point of pain; you know Heeseung’s already ruined you. A guttural cry leaves your lips, strangled when he tightens his hand.
“Damn— y’little pussy’s choking my shit”, he hisses through gritted teeth.
You strain to hear him through the cotton filling your head. Heeseung pulls out as your cunt spasms around his dick so he can slam back in, hips snapping in a mean pace. Realistically, he knows he should be the responsible one that he always is and hold back a little but god he loves you like this too much to stop.
It’s a wonder of its own how you don’t even sound like yourself anymore, keening high and cockdrunk while your sloppy hole drips pathetically down his balls.
Everything becomes stimulation at this point. The air conditioning in the room against your hot skin, the sheets rubbing your puffy nipples raw— even the sting in your scalp when Heeseung pulls your head back until he can see your face. Sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead but he doesn’t even seem to care as he looks into your dazed face, pupils blown.
You’re looking at him like he’s something you’d spend the rest of your days worshipping and it quickly becomes too much, fingers winding tighter in your hair before shoving your face into the pillows.
“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that”, he moans, jaw clenched. “Hearts all in those pretty eyes like you’re in love with my dick—”
As soon as he says it, your walls clamp hard around him and just like that any thought of going easier on you vanishes. Angling your position until he finds that sweet spot that makes you cry before absolutely pummeling away at it.
Your wails vibrate your throat, body fighting to keep the arch hes got you in, teary eyes rolling back with so much force it makes your head hurt. The pleasure grows with an intensity that threatens to tear you apart— leaving you in tatters on his mattress. Each sob takes you closer to your end and it’s too good to fight. Heeseung drags the edges of his teeth across the back of your neck, grinding balls deep just to feel your begging pussy throb around him.
Giving into the urge to eat you up, his tongue falls out as he tastes the salt on your shoulder. He lets out a greedy hum as he places a wet kiss to your ear but it’s too much and the next roll of his hips has your knees shaking as your cunt creams all over him.
“Oh fuck— hah, she cummin’ already?”
The way he says it makes you feel humiliated but you can’t help it. Your orgasm takes you completely by surprise as your stuffed pussy aches, leaking and twitching while Heeseung fucks you dumb. You try to collect yourself despite the shockwaves of overstimulation— a useless attempt because he’s suddenly thumbing precise circles on your swollen clit, sending your nerves into overdrive.
You’re trying so hard to come down but Heeseung won’t let you. He keeps your brain pooling out of your puffy wet pussy, moaning breathily as your walls spasm. Precum streams from the head of his fat cock, smooching slimy full kisses right up against your g spot. Chest burning, you swear you’re losing your mind, squirming enough to disrupt his pace.
Clicking his teeth, Heeseung lifts himself off you. He doesn’t pull out but instead large hands grip your waist as he flips you onto your back, hiking your knees up to your ears as he presses his toned body flush to yours and your mouth drops in a soundless scream.
He feels even deeper now and even better because now Heeseung is able to watch how debauched your face looks melting from being out of your mind with pleasure. Nipping your jaw, making you cry with vicious strokes.
“You’re such a slut, letting me fuck you like this.”
He hisses in your face as you sob in bliss. He’s so deep he might as well be in your guts but you still mange to keep looking at him like that. Y’too pretty to be staring at him though those wet clumpy lashes like he’s the best there ever is, was, and is yet to come.
“Fuck, baby—told you to stop with the looks.”
With a rough groan, his own eyes soften with furrowed brows as his mouth falls to yours, a new edge prickling at his senses. Your mouth is eager, plush lips parting at the first lap of tongue, welcoming him with your own swirling messily around his. You’re both raw for each other, getting out the intensity of your emotions in the most desperate way you know how. Physically. There’s so much, too much, and not enough but you’re close more than anything else and so is Heeseung.
The sloppiest sounds fill the room, headboard slamming against the wall as you part with an erotic smack.
Heeseung’s hand cups your jaw, cooing down at you with lidded eyes as he pets your tongue with his thumb.
“Good girl…so easy f’me,”
You’re sopping wet— not just your pussy but your mouth too and it sends shivers up his spine. Cock throbbing hotly, he swears the longer he looks at you, the closer he gets. Your warbled moans vibrate his thumb as he leans closer, warm breath ghosting into your mouth before he spits a wad of saliva down the back of your throat.
The way you tighten have his eyes fluttering back along with your sweet babbles that make his cock pulsate, full balls aching. You feel so good it leaves him desperate, impossible to think clearly. He could have you like this and worse a million times but it’d never be enough.
He’s started to become a habit you can’t kick and one you don’t want to either. So, you go boneless beneath him— let his pelvis grind your poor clit, wrap your arms around his neck, kiss him back like you wouldn’t be in therapy for months after this.
There was never a slow build, the heat festering inside him was there from the moment you showed up at his apartment. It burned hotter with everything you’d do— your cries, your begging, those looks you gave him, and how fucking delicious you looked at his mercy. Especially now, you’re still being so good for him. Trying to endure the filthy way he’s bruising your guts with each wet slap until the hairs at the base of his torso are slathered in your juices.
“Mmhm, that’s it baby— make a mess on my dick when you cum on it”,
The heated words add to your blissed out delirium, chest heaving in ruined, hiccuping bleats. Your ankles cross around the back of his neck with your arms, keeping him as close to you as possible because you need to feel it, him paint your walls. Each twitching pull of your impending orgasm brings him that much closer to falling off the same cliff.
“Yesss, your pussy’s too good”, he moans, slurred and hot. “I’m so close— where do you want me, sweetheart?”
“Insideee!” You choke out, begging for it with how you tighten around him. “It’s yours! C-cum inside— pleaaasee!”
Dropping his head against the pillows next to your head with a groan, Heeseung presses his weight into you, fucking you like your hole is his personal fleshlight. He makes you take it until you can’t anymore— reaching your limit as your jaw drops, limbs twitching as all the sensations trample over themselves.
You tighten so much that he can’t move, fat cock throbbing with your molten pulsing walls that contract, trying to push him out with the force but soak him instead.
“Ugh— fuck!”
The hot gush of your pussy makes his mind go blank, losing control as the tingling filthiness sets off his own orgasm, dick swelling to the point of pain before streams of thick cum join the obscene mess between your thighs. Yeah, you’re so fucked. Not just because the same guy who is in charge of keeping everyone’s ID is also the best dick of your life but because you like him. Feeling his cock shoot rope after rope against that gooey spot inside you for over a minute, Heeseung nuzzles against your now limp form.
The gentle kisses being sprinkled over your face don’t help you stay awake but they’re nice.
It’s quiet too, the charged air settling down after a few minutes. Heeseung eases your legs down slowly, massaging them like earlier. Moving consciously, he slips out of you as gently as he can. He’s still tingling when he looks down to see his cum drip out of your gaping hole.
Briefly, he gets the urge to lick it out but your pussy is completely enflamed— a sign that you’ve had enough for one night. With that, he hums softly, crawling over your body to kiss all over your heated skin, waiting until you’ve caught your breath a little to call your name.
Your responding hum is light and sweet from exhaustion and it makes him smile when you return a few of his kisses.
“Come on, baby,” you groan when he tries to move you and he feels the grin before it appears.
“We gotta get cleaned up.”
Another groan. It might be childish of you but you don’t care, you want a nap.
“And you have to pee—”, you groan even louder this time, turning your head too to show him you’re (very poorly) ignoring him.
Fine.
Pressing a kiss to your cheek, he gets off to grab your ankles, dragging you down to the foot of the bed where he picks you up.
The gasp you let out is a little too interested and your hope he doesn’t notice but those dreams are swiftly dashed when he quirks a brow, kissing your forehead with a telling smirk. Ugh, you hate when they know.
“Later—you need to pee and so we can take a bath, pretty.”
You sigh, still displeased because you’re tired but a bath with Heeseung sounds heavenly.
“Then we can take a nap?” He nods, setting you down in front of the toilet with a grin.
“Of course.”
You try to sound like you’re put out as you finally pee but your heart pounds at the care he’s dedicated to giving you. Embarrassingly enough though, he’s still standing there naked as the day he was born, watching you pee and fight sleep with a curious smile while you struggle to hide one of your own.
“Can I help you?” You sass.
He shakes his head, looking at you too fondly for fake frenemies before he goes to start preparing your bath.
It would be a lie to say you don’t fall asleep halfway through, laying back on his chest in warm scented water with his perfect fingers tracing mindless patterns on your arms. You feel like everything he’s ever been afraid to feel in his arms, light breaths leaving your mouth while you rest.
He doesn’t know what you two are just yet but he knows he’s not doing this with anyone else and maybe when you wake up, he’ll ask if you feel the same.
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When you come to, you’re in bed alone and suspiciously clean. Even the bedding is different, light streams through the curtains as you look around but there’s no Heeseung. Frowning, you get out of bed, taking note of the large band t shirt you’re in to go look for him.
Walking through the hall, your legs shake with strain. A wave of embarrassment hits you for a reason you refuse to address without a professional present when you hear a soft noise from the kitchen. Feet padding softly, you slowly make your way down the stairs.
Nothing prepares you for what you see.
There— in the kitchen making breakfast is Heeseung…wearing nothing but an apron.
As he turns around at the sound of your scandalized gasp, he gives you a devastating smile, all mischief and cheek.
“Good morning, baby.”
You can only gape at him, speechless.
“Hungry? Why don’t you stay for breakfast?”