˖˙⟡ enhypen’s kinky secrets they wouldn’t want anyone but you knowing
⟢ genre/warnings: established relationships, kink discussion & small nsfw drabbles, knife play, cum play, wax play, masturbation, objectification, sex tapes, mommy kink
‧₊˚ ┊hey... haha... i'm not dead + not proofread ;P
᯽ heeseung and . . . cum play ♡
heeseung isn't shy about his submission, matter of fact he wears it like it's a badge of honor. he just doesn't want people knowing he likes when things get that messy. when he's covered in his own cum, when you're covered in it, when you spit it back into his mouth...
his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, hot and shaky. your mouth wrapped around his length for the fourth time in the last hour. you'd figure he'd be spent, unable to cum again but no, heeseung always has more to give, always willing to take more. the sight of your chest and lips messy with his release, dried down on his lower stomach, it's damn near pornographic. he's so sensitive and your mouth is so warm, you always know how to bring him right to the edge. a whimper breaks up the sound of his labored panting, his hands gripping at the sheets as tightly as he can. "wait, wait..." he gasps, trying to warn you that at any moment he'll fall right off that edge. you don't wait though, work him off that cliff with so much ease the thought alone is dizzying for him. whining loudly as you so skillfully suck him through the rush of his orgasm, pulling off of him once he's finished. a gesture of your hand orders him to open his mouth, standing up to drip his own cum into his mouth. "good boy," you hum, tapping his cheek with your palm. "now swallow."
᯽ jay and . . . total objectification ♡
for jay pleasing you is the most important thing for him when it comes to your sex life, getting you off, satisfying you. however, when you treat him like he's a toy, like he was made just to please you? as if every part of his body is the hottest, most arousing thing you have ever seen? his whole brain shuts off, it's his own personal heaven.
"take your shirt off." your order takes him by surprise, he'd only walked in the door a minute or two ago. he turns to look at you, see if he'd heard you properly but that look on your face tells him everything. "yes, ma'am," he whispers, his hands coming to pull the thin, spandex fabric of his compression shirt over his head. allowing you to stare at his naked torso, fresh from his work out. "aren't you pretty?" you tease, approaching him to run your hands over his bare skin. "such a pretty toy..." your words and touch make his eyes close, slowly falling to his knees at your feet, his face resting against your thighs. then his begging starts, "can i please eat you out?" his hands coming up to your thighs, kneading and squeezing as if that'll tempt you into agreeing, as if you'd say no to begin with. "that's what toys are good for, isn't it?" you ask, running your hands through his hair as his creep up to tug your shorts down.
᯽ jake and . . . panty thieving ♡
jake's puppy-like nature never pauses, he's always on the go. and from time to time, that means your panties are too! steal a pair from the dirty laundry, snatch them off the floor after you've had sex, swipe some from the counter while you're in the shower. he just misses you so much when you're not around, he can't help himself. can you really blame him?
the soft cotton fabric pressed against his face, the smell of you, the faint taste of you, it's enough to drive him insane. his hand has a tight, secure hold on his cock, making its way up and down at a speed you'd never approve of. you like to make him work for it, drag it out a little so that when he does cum it feels that much better. he doesn't have the patience for that, he doesn't have the self control for it either unless you're directly instructing him. he wants this now, he needs you but you're not here and his hand is working just fine right now. shaky moans parting his bitten lips, muttering curses into the empty hotel room. his fingers swiping over his sensitive tip so quickly it nearly hurts, whimpering to himself about the pleasure. he may not be following your usual patterns but he mimics your actions nevertheless. his chest rising and falling as the threat of cumming into his hand approaches so quickly, frantically draping your underwear over the throbbing head. watching the fabric turn darker as his release bleeds into the it.
᯽ sunghoon and . . . knife play ♡
sunghoon is such a pretty boy but something about the threat of violence against him just gets him going. he could easily overpower you but with a knife in your hand... he's all yours, completely at your mercy and will. and he loves every second of it.
the knife is so shiny under the light of your kitchen, so reflective he can see himself in the pristine metal. "who do you belong to, sunghoon?" you question, holding the blade just below his collarbone. "you." he answers immediately, his tone soft, reverent. his body is between yours and the island counter, he's completely relaxed, there's not even an ounce of tension in his body. "that's right," you praise, "you belong to me." you affirm, your voice so smooth and sultry, it makes his knees weak. one of his hands rests on your hip while the other is holding onto the counter's edge, his thumb slowly swiping back and forth over your hip bone. "i belong to you." he repeats, nodding his head in agreement with your statement. you press the pointed tip of the knife to his clavicle, letting his skin indent but never break. he lets out a soft exhale at the feeling, gently pulling you closer to him so you can feel what you're doing to him. his hard-on pushing against your thigh while you toy with the light amount of pressure on his skin. "i'll hurt you if you ever forget that." you threaten playfully, watching the smile spread across his face at your teasing.
᯽ sunoo and . . . sex taping ♡
sunoo loves to be looked at and adored, loves to be told just how attractive he is. he thrives off of the praise and the boost to his ego. recording him while you play with him or taking photos of his post-orgasm face, set the camera up to record you both and show him when it's all over, send it to him so he can use it when you're not around.
when you pull your phone out to video your hand stroking him the sound he lets out is wrecked. his hand flying up to cover his eyes as if seeing what you're doing will break him in half. his tip is round, pale brown and leaking everywhere. "so pretty, baby," your voice comes out a purr, the palm of your hand rubbing back and forth over the underside of his shaft for the camera. the sounds he makes coming out in a consistent stream, moans, whines, groans and gasps, they all spill from his lips like a faulty faucet. taking him into your hand to pay careful, torturing attention to his tip, squeezing roughly, poking gently at the slit and watching him writhe at the contact. every movement sounds so wet it only gives away just how much he loves it. "fuck... fuck, more, please..." he mumbles, his abdomen and thighs twitching in anticipation of more stimulation. "you're so greedy." you taunt, giving the head a particularly harsh squeeze before placing a soft smack on it. the action makes him gasp so loud you think it may have actually hurt, until the noisy moan follows after. "you like that?" you tease, toying with his tip a bit more. "yes, yes, please keep going!" always so good for the camera.
᯽ jungwon and . . . wax play ♡
jungwon loves a little pain, that's no secret, but similar to heeseung he doesn't want people to know just how messy he likes to get. takes it so well, begs for more, loves to admire the artwork you paint across his body in colorful ink.
the candle is kept high away from his body, giving it time to cool down before it drips down onto his skin. every drop is so warm and relaxing, similar to a bath for him only the liquid is never calm. his pillow is tucked neatly between his face and arms, his back bare for you so that you can see the entirety of your canvas. he's sure you're drawing a shape into him, he's just unsure what it is at the moment. it's a heart, it's bigger than it usually is though, so you're taking your sweet time to map it out. your free hand massaging his side attentively, making sure he keeps still and relaxed as you let the hot wax roll down. jungwon isn't much of a talker during these scenes, he really likes to enjoy it, it's almost meditative. you enjoy the process of painting him pink, blue, green, or red while he basks in your precision and control. it's mind numbing, a welcome, needed, feeling for him after all of his stress. you make all of the tension he stores simply melt away.
᯽ niki and . . . mommy kink ♡
niki loves to be the center of your attention but he has to maintain his cool image, he wants to measure up to and fit in with his older members. this desire however does not trump his need for you to give him absolutely everything he's ever craved. for niki, the kink swings both ways - sexual and nonsexual, but it's only ever enjoyed when he knows nobody else can hear him. when you're all alone.
his voice will be so quiet when he comes up behind you, his hands slipping under the loose fabric of your shirt to hold onto your waist. "mommy," he calls out to you, dipping his head into the crook of your neck and pulling you flush against him. "i missed you so much today." he confesses, his left hand sliding down, letting his fingers dip into your waistband before they fall still. "i missed you too, baby," you hum in reply, reaching a hand up to pet his head. you can feel it, feel him slowly, hesitantly, starting to grind against you, you always let him have his moments like these. he needs them. needs to know that when he puts himself out there for you, so vulnerable and timid, that you'll give him what he craves so desperately. sometimes this takes shape in letting him be a little rough, often times it takes shape in this - his acts of utter desperation that give away just how much he needs his mommy. the kitchen is almost silent but you can hear him breathing, it's soft but it's getting louder, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he seeks more friction from your body. he's not quite ready to ask for more, right now he just needs to take a little bit.
Hi, can you please do Subby Heeseung (vampire au) where he drinks from the reader for the first time? I'm in love with your writing 🙌🙌❤️
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"you just smell so good,"
heeseung lets out a breathy moan as he nuzzles into your neck, leaving little pecks and licks along the expanse of skin. you were currently sat in his lap with him holding you tightly in his embrace, arms coming around your waist.
he's been doing this for about ten minutes, claiming he was quite content with just being able to smell your scent. he didn't need to feed from you, he's been scared to for all the time you have been dating him. he's afraid he'll hurt you or worse, not be able to stop himself.
the conversation has been brought up countless times and yet he shoots it down every time. today was different though, his kisses and licks were getting more aggressive. you can feel his fangs starting to peek out as he nibbles along your vein. on a particularly hard bite, you pull him away and grab him by the face, both of your hands on either side of his pale face.
his eyes were glossy and red and there was a string of drool in the corner of his mouth, his fangs fully extended as he pants. he swallows hard and licks his lips as he looks at you almost in a daze, blinking slowly.
"so pretty," you voice your thoughts as you brush your fingertips along his cool skin, heeseung leaning into the touch. you wipe up his saliva with your thumb and jump when his tongue comes out to lick you. his eyes flick up to you as he does it, half lidded and seductive.
you can't resist him and lean in to press a kiss to his lips, careful of his fangs. he pulls your body closer when you try to pull away, retracting his fangs and making the kiss deeper. he intensely makes out with you, your lips smacking against each other and only pulling away when you need a breath.
you pull your hair back and expose your neck that was covered, making heeseung perk up. his fangs immediately peering back out and his eyes hyper-focus on how your neck pulses with your heartbeat. his eyes seem to shine as he stares, his tongue licking along his fangs.
"is this what you want?" you ask him, nudging his chin with your finger and making him look at you again.
"yes, please…" he nearly whispers, his hands fidgeting against you. you tease him a bit, leaning closer towards him and pulling back when you feel his lips brush against your neck. he whines and you smile a bit at his reaction.
"are you not scared?" you question, brushing your hand through his hair. he moans as you play with the strands, your hands that were so gentle on him always did something to him.
"of course i am," he says before hesitantly shakes his head, his eyes waver for a second, "but i- i can control myself." he breaths. his gaze drops to your neck again and he feels the saliva pooling in his mouth again as he fights the urge to leap forward and attach himself to you. his fangs aching to sink into something, anything.
"i'll only have a taste," he says while licking his lips and swallowing.
you tug on his shirt to bring him closer and your lips come together. he shivers when they do, slipping his tongue into your mouth and being careful not to poke you with his fangs. he heavily moans while kissing you, his dick filling out in his sweats.
you moves the kisses down until he reaches your neck where he unapologetically licks and kisses all over the skin. he presses one last peck before sinking his fangs into your neck, piercing your skin.
the feeling brings out a gasp from you. there have been plenty of times where you have thought about what it would actually feel like to have heeseung bite you, this feeling didn't compare to your imagination. it wasn't an intense pain, it was a quick prick that led into a tingling sensation spreading through your body.
heeseung drinks from you feverishly, his eyes squeeze shut and his hands around your waist fist into your top as he holds you in place. it's not like you could runaway from him in this current position. at the first taste, his let out a drawn-out moan. it was sweet, he couldn't give an exact taste to it but he would describe it as sweet. it spread along his tongue and coated his throat deliciously as he took gulp after gulp.
you feel yourself getting a little dizzy from the rapid loss of blood, it's not unpleasant as it mixes with the tingling that was settling in your limbs. heeseung doesn't take a break as it seems he's trying to lick up every last drop that poured out. just as it felt like you would be completely drained he leans back with a sigh.
he had blood staining the corners of his mouth and a bead dripped down from his fangs that were covered in it. his face appeared brighter, his eyes hazy and golden know that he's had a drink, his dick aching in his pants.
"how was it?" you ask, your body still prickling with little waves of pleasure as you regain your bearings from the blood loss.
"you taste so good," he moans. he's itching for more, he needs just a little more and he'll be satisfied. he just needs to taste that indescribable sweetness one more time. he can stop, he will stop himself. "can i have more, please? just a little more…" he pleads, blinking up at you with his glossy eyes. in this state you were finding it hard to deny him, you don't think you could even if you tried.
all you give is a short nod and heeseung wastes no time diving back in with a pleased whine. as soon as the taste spreads in his mouth he shudders. an overwhelming pleasure runs through his body as his hips raise up and he cums in his sweatpants. continuous spurts that leave a sticky spot on his bottoms as he drinks. stuttering moans slips past his blood-stained mouth as his eyes roll back from his intense orgasm.
while heeseung is in euphoria, you can feel your body going numb as he slurps. your eyelids flutter and your breathing is shallow, it feels like he might not stop. when he pulls away, heavily panting with eyes full of lust, you smile. you were proud of him for being able to control his thirst, especially since this was his first time tasting you.
he mumbles little, "thank yous" as he looks at you as if you were a god. he looked almost pathetic, clinging to you tightly as he trembled. it was moments like this when you think about how vampires were supposed to be feared creatures, and you should be afraid of a being that can drain of your blood. but, how could you be scared of someone as cute as this?
heeseung shifts uncomfortably with a whine as the cum starts to dry and you raise an eyebrow at him, unaware of the problem in his pants.
"what's wrong?" you ask, brushing back his hair.
he looks away in embarrassment, a grimace on his face. he closes his eyes and sighs before muttering, "i-i may have came when i drank your blood…" you pause and scoot back a bit to reveal the patch that covered the front of his pants. your mouth forms an 'o' as you try to hold back a laugh, but it doesn't get by heeseung. he covers his face with his hands and whines.
you remove them and hold his face in your hands, "hey, it's okay. i think it's pretty cute that you came just from tasting my blood, it's like a compliment." you reassure him with a kiss to his lips. he pouts, but doesn't argue. instead he just pulls you in and hides his face in your neck.
you smile while carding your fingers through his hair. yeah, there's no way you would be afraid of this vampire who is completely obsessed with you.
sub!heeseung and forced intox..... walk with me....
going out to dinner with him and the boys, and ofc he drinks, why wouldn't he? a few drinks never hurt anyone. everyone else is doing it- yourself included- it's what grown adults do! the first drink or two are fine, he can hold his liquor enough; but things really start to go downhill after the third beer when the soju bottles come to the table and suddenly there's a shot glass in front of him, and you're insisting on filling it for him. "to a good year." "to our first daesang!" the boys are all throwing out different cheers while heeseung is holding his shot glass in the air, ready to clink it, and the second it's done, he throws the shot back like it's nothing. before his cup is back on the table, though, you've refilled it. "to our first year together," you whisper to him. he smirks and clinks his cup with yours before the two of you take your own shots.
a little bit of soju dribbles down his chin, but you catch it with a laugh and lick it off your hand. heeseung's staring at you. right at you. he's ignoring the table and how everyone else is having a good time chatting about their fun moments on tour and during schedules... "another beer for him, please, imo," you tell the waitress as she comes to the table to collect the empty cups and change the grill before more meat comes, thanks to jay who insisted that everyone stuff themselves full for the holidays. "i should slow down," he whispers to you. heeseung's keenly aware of the fact that if he keeps going at that pace then he'll be unable to control anything he says or does- but that's exactly what you want, so you just smile and shake your head before pouring him and everyone else another shot. you leave him be for the next round of food so both of you can eat in peace... and it helps him forget that he's sipping down his beer faster than he should be all because you want him to drink. "ugh, we should get ice cream after this since we ate so much grease," sunoo complains. heeseung's silent. he doesn't even nod to agree. he's just staring straight ahead to try to keep the world from spinning before he takes the next shot that you poured for him, and instead of picking up his chopsticks, he puts his left hand on your upper thigh. he squeezes it. he kneads it. at some point he drifts to the inside of your thigh and dares to rub his pinky over the seam of your jeans so you can feel him pressing against your clit in front of your friends. it makes you jolt, but you don't protest. it's more embarrassing for him than it is for you because he's so drunk that he can't contain himself. "jake, can you pass the other bottle?" you point at the soju beside him across the table. he nods and passes it, and after you pour one for heeseung, you put it back down without giving yourself any alcohol. heeseung gulps and pouts at you with those big doe eyes of his. "noona," he whispers, "i can't." "you feel sick?" he shakes his head, "no, but--" "then be a good boy and drink it for me." his lips part and a very, very quiet moan leaves him before he uses his free hand to shakily pick up the shot and drink it in one go. "good boy," you whisper. he chokes on it.
"i need you," he whines, leaning in close to whisper into your ear, ignoring how jay is paying for dinner and sunoo is trying to convince sunghoon to give mint choco ice cream one more try. "not yet," you tell him. he huffs. he's pouting- a grown man, pouting with his hand trapped between your thighs, the world spinning around him, and his cock aching for attention. "noona, please, i'll do anything." "your friends are going to hear you." "i don't care, i need you." when you lean away to get a good look at him, you realize just how much damage you've done with all the alcohol you've presented him with and poured for him. heeseung's as red as a tomato under the make up he put on before heading out in case fans spotted him moving with the boys like a pack, and his bottom lip is trembling because he's so needy but he tries to stop it by chewing on his lip instead, and he's even harder than you thought- you know there's no way he's escaping the restaurant without someone noticing. "we still have ice cream." he grips your thigh desperately, "i don't want ice cream. please." as he leans in to kiss you, the boys pause their conversation to look over. "hyung had too much to drink," ni-ki teases. "he should've known better after the second beer," jay says. jake laughs and blames you out loud, but you're too pre-occupied entertaining heeseung's tongue in your mouth to bother with defending yourself. "i'm calling them a taxi," jungwon says with a sigh.
drunk heeseung really can't do much during sex. as you two stumble into the dorm and to his room, he's kissing you and feeling you up, but the second the door to his room is slammed shut behind you, he stumbles and falls backward onto his gaming chair rather than the bed where he was aiming for. he's really dizzy... you mention that you should probably just tuck him in for bed-- and you're teasing him ofc to see his reaction-- but he gets all upset at the thought of being left high and dry in his state. "noona, wait--" he rolls the chair over and pulls you on top of him. "i'll be good, i promise. please. i'll do anything. i don't want to sleep yet. please, noona... pleaseeeeee-" really the only way to get him to shut up is to kiss him. there's no way you can move him to the bed, and there's no way he can be on top, not that either of you really want him to be in the first place. he's right where he wants to be. he's happy watching you strip away your own clothes before helping him with his before he couldn't figure out his belt buckle and didn't want to bother with trying to lift his shirt over his head with tired arms. he's happy having you tease him even though he complains that he can't take it and he squirms in the gaming chair. he'll never admit that he's in heaven when you edge him for every shot he took. "you're the one who made me drink them," he argues. still, he drank them. so you get to edge him. he had his fun, now you get to have yours. but the best part of the night is when you finally sink down on his length slowly but surely, your hands tugging on the ends of his long dyed hair, both of you moaning into each other's mouths. "i love you, noona." "gabjagi?" you laugh at him- but he doesn't care, he just enjoys the feeling of how warm and tight you are, and how you're fucking him the way he's been imagining since he finished his second beer. he lazily holds your hips as you use him. he can’t even hold his head up or keep his eyes fully open because he’s so overwhelmed, so you tighten your grip in his hair and squeeze his cheeks, “look at me, nae sarang, or i’ll stop.” he tries his best…… his eyelids looking like they felt heavy to him, which they did. his mouth hangs agape so he can just moan as much as he wants. “my pretty boy,” you compliment with a smile. “you’re really more of a lightweight than you think.” he pouts, “n-no—“ “yes…” his head lolls again before you can tighten your grip, but once you look at him again, you see that adorable vein protruding on his forehead, and he’s panting like he’s trying to stop himself from doing something he’ll regret. “noona, i’m close-“ “cum in me, hee.” whatever sense or strength he has left is spent on kissing you sloppily while squeezing your tits and/or ass. you can feel him pulsing in you as he cums with a deep groan. you tease him with yet another, "good boy," that makes his eyes roll. "you love me, noona?" you laugh and hit his shoulder, "gabjagi--" but he looks serious, and he's waiting for a real answer, even with you still sitting on him and his cum in you. "yeah, baby, of course i love you. who else would let me get them this drunk?"
fuck, heeseung just loves it when you get him drunk...
Him taking care of you all day by carrying your things.
Buying you treats.
Getting you your favorite flowers.
Giving you lots and lots of compliments.
Kissing you any chance he gets.
Ordering food for you.
Listen to you talk about anything you feel like talking about, with so much love in his eyes.
Making sure you’re warm and comfortable in his car.
Going on dates with your boyfriend always gets you in a good mood. Being treated like a princess, especially after long and exhausting days, is always something you enjoy. And he knows it.
When you finally are home and out of your shoes, you can feel his arms wrap around your waist and his breath on your neck. It’s warm, but in a comforting way.
You let him kiss and suck on your neck for a bit which always gets him all worked up for you, before turning around and facing him.
His face is all red and his eyes are begging for you.
“What’s wrong hee?” You fingers trace his cheeks, making him melt at your gentle touch.
“Please” Is all he says.
“You’re begging but I don’t know what you’re begging for.” Your hands explore his neck.
But with how well he treated you, it’s only fair you return him the favor and thank him.
And that’s how you end up on the couch. You’re on his lap, making out like it’s the first time you’ve ever touched each other. Your bodies are humping each other in sync. Needy breaths fill up the otherwise silent room.
His hands are all over you, grabbing your chest, squeezing your ass cheeks, holding your thighs. He can’t get enough of you.
You break the kiss and a trail of spit connects both your mouths. His eyes are fixed on you, admiring the face he’ll never grow tired of staring at.
“You’re so pretty” He blushes but his voice is sincere.
That does it for you. You stand up to undress and he does the same. You’re now naked and back on his lap. His angry tip is ready for you.
“You’re so hard just from kissing me?” You tease and get a shy whimper in return from the man.
Before he can even try to answer, you spread your pussy lips to reveal your throbbing clit.
“See what you do to me Hee?”
He looks down bewteen the two of you to look at your clit. His eyes roll at the sight.
“Use me to please her” He says looking at your clit.
“Oh I will.” With that you press your clit on his hard dick. The first contact gets a sigh out of you both. Once the initial touch settles in, you start humping your clit against him.
Heeseungs head falls back as his eyes close.
“Mhh feels good.” He groans.
The pleasure you feel is overwhelmingly good. Your aching clit is receiving the pleasure she needed so badly.
“Look at me baby” You tell him while grabbing his face. He opens his eyes. The eye contact is intense. You’re both looking at each other and enjoying the pleasure.
Your clit is rubbing against his now leaking tip. Your movements become faster, needier, hungrier.
The groans you were both letting out before, have now turned into moans.
You kiss him. The kiss is messy and wet. You moan into each other’s mouth.
“So close” Heeseung says trying to warn you of his incoming sweet release.
“Me too baby let’s cum together.”
He joins your movements, his hips start jerking up into you. Your wetness and his leaky tip are making a mess on both your thighs and probably on the couch under you.
The knot in your stomach is difficult to ignore. Your entire body is in ecstasy.
“Fuck, baby I’ll count down from 3” You moan. And he nods frantically.
“3” Your hips are aching but the sweet release is close.
“2” His eyes are watery and rolled back into his skull.
“1” The moans are becoming louder and louder.
“Cum for me hee!” You moan loudly. Your orgasm hits. The pleasure is so intense your hips stop their movement.
Heeseung curls into you and shoots his cum all over your stomachs.
You hold each other into a hug, tightly.
After a few minutes your breaths are slowing down.
“That was amazing” You kiss your beautiful boyfriend on the lips.
“Yeah, thank you for this, I love you.”
“I love you too. Let’s go get cleaned up.” you giggle.
You both stand up and go into the bathroom where you shower each other and take care of each other with love.
summary: heeseung shows up unexpectedly, exhausted and conflicted, eventually confessing that he's been overwhelmed with thoughts of you. What starts as concern and teasing turns into something much more charged and intimate
MDNI (smut warning, handjob, masturbation, sub Heeseung)
When Heeseung had shown up on your doorstep randomly, you weren’t entirely sure what to expect. He looked exhausted and the minute you had opened the door, he had begun to lean on the frame.
“Did you run here?” you asked in astonishment. That was no small feat considering their practice room was around five miles away.
“No,” He shook his head and wiped the sweat from his brow, “I just ran up the stairs.”
“Oh..” Liar.
You weren’t quite sure what to say to him. You weren’t able to read any of his facial expressions to tell what he was thinking and he wasn’t giving away any information with his words either.
“I’m assuming you wanted to come in,” you half questioned, moving to the side to let him through. “Go sit on the couch and I can get you some water.”
“I don’t need it,” Heeseung argued but you guided him to sit anyway.
“Okay, then don’t drink it. I’m still getting it,” you said and left to go to the kitchen.
The older boy was silent. He didn’t say anything from the other room, which was fine because you probably wouldn’t hear him anyway.
The glass chimed against the sink when you bumped it on accident, almost making you miss the sound of your phone going off. You placed the cup in the sink and let the water fall into it on its lowest setting so you would have time to read the text.
Sunghoon:
Is Heeseung-hyung with you? He left practice early and I haven’t seen him since.
You:
He just got here, why’d he leave?
Sunghoon:
idk
You:
Did you wanna come over and get him?
Sunghoon:
I’ll be over when practice is done.
You:
You know the passcode.
You slid your phone back into your pocket and turned off the tap. “Heeseung-ah!” you shouted. “Sunghoon just asked about you.”
Heeseung was still sitting on the couch when you got back and stared at you blankly. He had been hugging one of your pillows and staring at one of the walls. You placed the cup of water on the coffee table and sat down next to him.
“Hey, you okay?” You asked and tilted forward so you could look him in the eye. “You seem off.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little tired.”
“Right,” you agreed, somewhat sarcastically. “So why are you here?”
His eyes moved from the wall to meet yours for a moment before looking away again. “I- uh, I wanted to see you.”
“Mhmm, so you left practice early and ditched all your bandmates to see me. I feel pretty special.”
Heeseung made a small smile but it looked forced. You still didn’t know what to do with him.
“Uh, well, I still have a little bit of work to do but I guess you can watch me. Just don’t read over my shoulder, that shit’s creepy, got it?” You stood up to leave but you felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you back down. You looked at the boy next to you only to see that he had gotten significantly closer. “Is that a no?” you ask a bit more quietly. Did he not want to be alone?
“I just had this thought..” Heeseung mumbled, making eye contact with you, but the minute you held it for more than 3 seconds, he looked away. “ I had this thought during practice and I- it was about you, and, and me..”
He fell silent, either struggling for words or too embarrassed to say them, or both.
“So you had this thought about us and you had to leave practice because of it. What exactly were you thinking about?”
He looked back up at you. “It was….” he started but took a long pause. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be here,” he attempted to leave but this time you were the one grabbing his wrist. His eyes widened and he stared at you but made no further attempt to run away.
“You can’t leave yet, you aren’t done with your story. And you still haven’t had your water.”
He said nothing, his arm still in your grasp and his head to the floor. You scooted closer.
“Finish what you were saying. What was that thought you had?”
“You and me, we, uh,” he fidgeted. Jeez this man was nervous. “Well, I mean, y-you kissed me, or I kissed you, I don’t remember and then-” he snuck a glance at you and played with the rings on his hand. You hummed softly, trying to get him to say the rest.
The two of you weren’t officially dating. There was mutual attraction for sure, no doubt about it, but neither of you had clearly expressed your feelings or decided to put a label on it.
“A-and then, it ended with you below m..” he stopped talking but you didn’t push it. It didn’t take a genius to know that he wasn’t gonna finish that sentence.
“You said I kissed you?”
He hesitated before nodding.
“Where did I kiss you?” you asked innocently and turned his face to look at you, one hand swaddling his cheek. “Was it.. Here?” you pressed two fingers to his forehead but he shook his head no. “...here?” this time tapping his cheek. Again, he motioned no. This time, you leaned in, watching his eyes flutter closed, but right before your lips made contact you stopped. “What about here?” you asked and pinched his nose. He opened his eyes with a slight blush on his cheeks and gulped, shaking his head one last time. “Then…?” the hand cradling his face shifted to his chin, lifting it up as you closed the distance. It was only a small peck but it got the point across.
As soon as you pulled away, Heeseung blinked rapidly and took a deep breath in. “Yeah, something like that.”
“Something like that?” you repeated, teasing him. “Well mister smartypants, why don’t you show me how it’s done. I wasn’t the one who pictured us making out.”
“I said I don’t remember..”
“Alright, then let me know when I ‘trigger a memory’,” you moved back in and captured his lips in yours.
He reacted slowly, kissing you back, a hand sliding onto your thigh. You didn’t want to rush it. He didn’t seem quite in his right mind, but it had been a while since the two of you had been this close and you didn’t want to slow down.
You picked up speed, your tongue making an appearance and dragging across his lower lip. In response, he let you in. Your hands made their way to the back of his head, pulling him closer with fingers knotted in his locks. He made a small grunt to the force.
You couldn’t remember the last time you two had had the time to have a makeout session. He was always busy and you were always busy, but as he reciprocated your energy, you realized how much you had missed it.
His lips moved against yours, pushing himself further into you. His hands rubbed your thigh up and down before settling on your waist and pulling his body closer.
“Can I..” he trailed off, his wide eyes staring into yours. “It’s okay if you don’t want me to but-”
“What do you want?” you hummed, urging him forward and playing with his hair.
Heesung gulped but said nothing, instead moving back in to kiss you. You hesitated but followed along. Then he started shifting closer, it almost seemed as though he was trying to face you until he stopped. Every now and then he would make a small movement but nothing enough to change your position. When his leg grazed yours again, you finally grabbed beneath his thigh and pulled him on top of you.
“Is this what you wanted?” you asked. The boy made a small squeak as you hulled him onto your lap to straddle you. His hands immediately went to your shoulders and your head nuzzled into his neck, breath fanning across his collarbone. “You could have just asked.”
The sound he made was almost like a whimper, one of his hands coming up behind your head and holding you close to him. Your arms went around his waist, wrapping him in your embrace as you moved deeper into the crook of his neck. You mouthed at the skin, nipping and licking light enough that it wouldn’t make a bruise. It had the slight taste of salt to it from when he was at practice but you didn’t mind.
You went lower and lower, his breathing caught in your ear. Every hitch in his throat egging you forward. You reached a point below his shoulder blade and sucked harder, knowing it wouldn’t be seen by others, resulting in the prettiest sound you had ever heard in your life. It was hardly a moan, but the minute it left his mouth, you felt Heesung stiffen up.
Before you could say anything, he started pulling away. You just barely moved quick enough to tighten your arms around him and refuse to let him leave.
“Where are you going?”
He refused to look at you, his outstretched hands trying to put distance between your bodies. “I didn’t mean to do that. I dunno how I made that sound, or-or why I came and I didn’t try to.. to…”
“Heesung, stop it.”
“You said you had work to do, you should go do that.”
“Do you really think I’d rather do work than make out with you right now?”
Red spread across his cheeks and he bit his lip. He opened his mouth to talk again but you spoke up first.
“And I wanna know what exactly you thought about during practice. We’re still on track, aren’t we?”
His blush deepened but he nodded.
“Do you still want to leave?” you asked, pecking his jawline once he started relaxing again, one of your hands creeping under his shirt.
His head fell forward, burying itself in your neck and slowly kissing the curve of your veins and the sharpness of your shoulder. “No…”
“Good,” you breathed out, feeling the warmth of his tongue cross your skin over and over again. “I don’t want you to leave either.”
Your hand traced his back, the heat from his body connecting with your cold fingers and leaving goosebumps along his skin. You slid up, landing on one of his nipples and grazing it with the pad of your finger. He tensed and sucked in a deep breath, but kept up his assault against your neck. It was only when you began pinching and twisted the bud that he let your neck go and gasped.
He had moved now so that you could see each other eye to eye. You squeezed again and felt the slightest roll of his hips against yours. His hardness pressed against your stomach, and by no means went unnoticed. At this point, Heeseung felt no shame at all. He knew you felt it and did it again, this time grinding harder and making you gasp at the feeling. He groaned and gripped the edge of the couch behind you, staring at you dead in the eye making his pelvic bone meet yours over and over again. His movement sent sparks into your stomach as he rubbed against you, his eyes burned fire into yours and yet you refused to be the first to look away.
“This is what made you leave practice, huh?” you asked quietly, arms drawing back and resting on his waist, aiding him in his motion. “You couldn’t focus with the thought of dry humping me-” he whimpered “-in the middle of my living room-”
“Y/n…-”
“Was the thought of you riding my thighs so distracting you couldn’t even dance? Showing up unannounced because you can’t get me out of your head?”
Heeseung’s eyes narrowed and he lunged forward, kissing you again.
It wasn’t slow this time and he wasn’t holding himself back. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth, letting him lead. His hands wound around your head, curling into your hair. His hips began a rhythmic rocking motion in your lap with his legs squeezing around your thighs and his torso pressed against yours.
Your hands traveled to his back, nails scratching into the skin. There was no space between you now. He let out a soft moan and curled his head into his arms around you.
“What did you see us do next?” you whispered, one of your hands going astray and settling on his ass. “We can’t end here, can we?”
“Mmmhm- I want you to t-touch me,” he said just as softly.
“I can’t hear you,” you said, tilting your head and making him sit up from his hugging position.
He fidgeted, arms on either side of your head. You looked into his hooded eyes and waited for an answer. “I, I want you to touch- Please, touch me.”
One of his hands went down to the hem of his sweatpants. You didn’t follow them with your eyes, maintaining eye contact with the boy on top of you, but it was tempting.
“Please, you’re all I’ve been thinking about for the last couple days and it’s driving me crazy trying to ignore it,” he bent down to murmur in your ear, grinding down again slightly. His hands had disappeared beneath the pants fabric and you tried your hardest not to look down when you felt his length press against you, separated by sheer fabric. “I couldn’t focus because every time I tried, you were right there. Please, I just need it just this once. I’ll leave you alone after this, I swear, just please help me. I look in the mirror and all see is you and me, everytime I see a girl come into the room I hope it’s you, anytime I hear your name all I can think about is you around me- and I can’t keep thinking like this, it’s wrong to think of you like this, I’m sorry-”
You gave in and followed his hand beneath his pants, slipping under the band of his boxers. Your fingers brushed his before gripping his length and rubbing it slightly, already leaving the boy shivering.
“Why didn’t you just come over?” you asked, stroking him slowly.
His head lolled to the side and his mouth quivered as it opened, every single word coming out as a breath. “I-I-I tried, I did, but I didn’t think you- I didn’t think you wanted me like I wanted you..”
You guided his dick out of his pants to get better handling before moving your hand faster. As his face exploded with red, you realized this was the farthest you two had ever gone.
“We can stop if you’re uncomfor-”
“No! No, god no, don’t stop, it feels good,” he looked at you with the faintest hint of a smile across his lustful features.
You stared blankly. “Lee Heeseung, you are absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”
He couldn’t stop the grin that crept onto his face and kissed you again, less aggressive but filled with another emotion, one that you couldn’t place.
You tightened your hand, stroking him faster and he moaned into your mouth.
“Oh my god, Y/n- ahh~” you felt his thighs tighten around you. His body pressed closer and his head fell to the side, unable to hold himself up.
“It’s not that I didn’t want to see you either, but you’re an idol.” He hummed, partially listening. “I don’t want to be a distraction to you, though clearly it wasn’t working.”
“I’m s-sorry,” heavy breath cascaded down his lips, focused on your hand. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Don’t apologize. It’s my fault for entertaining you, I kissed you first,” you said, recalling the first time the two of you had ever crossed the line between idol and employee. “I should have ended it there, but I didn’t want to, I wanted to kiss you again, and again.”
“So do it.”
“Baby, I plan on it.”
He groaned, rolling his body against yours, trying to get all the friction he could get. “I want you, Y/n, please, I want you so bad.”
“Fuck my hand, Heeseung,” you said, having him add to his own pleasure.
His head tilted back and his grip both loosened and tightened at the same time, his hips thrusting up to meet your palm.
“O-ohhh,” he gasped.
“There you go, fuck my hand, Heeseung. Your bandmates don’t know you’re here, do they? You didn’t tell them where you went or what you’ve been thinking about?”
He shook his head, a shudder going through his body.
“I bet they couldn’t even imagine what you’re doing right now, sitting in my lap pleasuring yourself.”
You tightened your grip and his steady thrusts faltered.
“What would they think if they knew that their hyung was whining and needy for attention from an employee? If they knew you’re skipping practice to be in my lap right here, right now?”
“-Oh my god,” he moaned and kissed you, both thrusting through your hand and rolling against your stomach. You could feel your shirt getting soiled from pre-cum and knew that it would be absolutely ruined by the time you were done.
“They don’t know that I’m the reason you’re so distracted-”
His kiss was desperate and drunk, his hands were entwined in your hair, pulling your head back. At this point, you were letting him mold you as he pleased for his pleasure. One of your hands massaged his lower back, gripping at his ass and skin, while the other flexed around his length, pulling groans from his lips.
“Please,” he whined, “oh- ‘m so close..”
Now it was your turn to tug against his hair. There was no resistance and he willingly let you devour the skin on his neck, mouth agape and silent gasping falling from it. Then he jolted, chest connecting with yours before pulling back again. He twitched and you felt something warm cover your hand. Whimpers trailed through the air and he found refuge in the curve of your neck.
“Heeseung-ah,” you cooed, stroking his hair and back with your clean hand. “You were amazing, that was the hottest thing I think I have ever seen.”
He chuckled and tightened his arms around you. “I’m sorry for distracting you.”
“You are most certainly not a distraction. If you’re gonna do that again, you can come over any time you want. Even if you don’t want to do this again, you can still come over.”
“And I ruined your shirt.”
“I’ll wash it. It’s fine.”
There was a silence that fell before you asked a question.
“Was that everything you were imagining?”
You felt him nuzzle your neck with his nose and give your skin a soft peck. “I’m glad I skipped practice. But... we didn’t finish.”
“Oh?”
“Mhm,” he hummed and sat up, staring into your eyes. You could tell that he was no longer nervous to be here with you. “We’re only halfway there.”
There was no way to miss the small smirk that crossed his face before he leaned into your jawline, peppering it with more kisses.
“What does the other half look like?” you asked, skipping a beat when you felt one of his hands go down and start to trail up your waist.
Couples could finally do PDA and have people cooing at them in either cuteness or jealousy, but never disgust because PDA was allowed on Valentine's Day.
People could finally have an excuse to do something special for someone, like making a grand romantic gesture or even proposing.
It was supposed to be that way, right?
I was going to have a corny day together with my boyfriend of three years, Yeonjun. Every single detail all the way from the restaurant to the hotel room had been thought out by me, because – not only am I romantic – I always like to be prepared.
Not to sound cocky or to flatter myself, but the plan was so good even I was impressed with it.
Except not everything went to plan.
My lover decided to break up with me one month before the awaited day. One month before Valentine's Day! Only two weeks into the new year! He had "grown out of love" as he'd said. Guess one of his New Year's resolutions was to break up with me.
My parents had met him and accepted him — which said a lot, since they've always had high standards and never liked any of my previous lovers — so it was safe to say that I felt lost.
For two weeks I'd avoided contact with my family, so I wouldn't have to tell them the news yet because I was embarrassed, I was single right in time for the day of love. The only person who knew, other than me and Yeonjun, was my best friend Heeseung.
Since the moment I told him, he made it his daily routine to come to my place with open arms and a warm embrace. I never cried in front of anyone but him. It isn't weak to shed tears, in fact shedding tears takes a lot of strength, I simply don't feel comfortable showing myself vulnerable to others, and especially not after being hurt by someone I trusted.
With Heeseung, it was different, however. We've known each other for so many years and we know most of each other's secrets already. I know that when I cry in front of him it's without being judged and he knows the same goes for him.
One day when he, like normally, went to my place, his smile was abnormal. It was fake. I knew it was fake. After all these years of knowing him, I could distinguish his fake smiles from his true ones faster than Eminem can rap.
Being the caring best friend I am, I asked him what had happened. At that, he broke down and let go of the fooling smile; he can never lie to me for more than a few seconds. His girlfriend, Karina, had broken up with him. Honestly speaking, it was understandable why she wanted to break up with him: 1. He spent too much time with me, 2. He never told her about his thoughts or what bothered him, 3. He didn't treat her like the queen everyone knows she is
Heeseung was mature and didn't beg her for a second chance because he knew she deserved someone better; someone who not only knew she deserved to be treated like a queen but treated her like it. But no matter how mature he was, it didn't make the pain smaller on his part. He was disappointed in himself for ever being in a relationship where he didn't treat his lover right.
And so it was my turn to comfort him. For a couple of days, I had opened arms and a warm embrace for him to find comfort in until he had calmed down.
Impulsively, we went to a tattoo shop and got him a tattoo. It wasn't the I'm-heartbroken-and-need-a-tattoo-to-look-good tattoo, it was the I-need-some-inspiration-in-this-dark-place tattoo. After brainstorming for a long ten minutes, he got the best idea. Don't lock me up, in italics right under his collarbone, above his heart to remind himself to not lock up his feelings.
He had been in great pain for the quarter of time it took to do the tattoo, but he didn't seem to mind... Judging by the way he was biting his lower lip, he was holding in a pained whine, seemingly trying to impress me by handling the pain. When the torture finally had come to an end, the final product made him smile truly – although that part of his body had to be covered with plastic and some tape whenever he so much as wanted to shower.
A week away from Valentine's Day, Heeseung and I made a pact; the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other. During the holiday we'd do all the cheesy things we had planned to do to our now-ex-lovers – but the most crucial parts was that A) the other person wouldn't judge and B) next day all of it would be forgotten. Wow. We had grown so dependent on each other's care that we made the kind of pact we never would have planned to have with each other...
It was probably stupid to do such a thing with a best friend of so many years, but it was also the 'healthiest' thing to do for us two. Although I, at this point, had convinced Heeseung that I was over Yeonjun, I still hadn't convinced myself. And the same went for Heeseung; he had convinced me that he was over Karina, but not himself.
My plan for Valentine's Day was sublime and if I didn't go through with it, I would regret it — and, damn, I couldn't wait a whole year for the next opportunity (if I even would get the opportunity)!
And that explains this. Us standing. A week later. On a romantic rooftop. Dressed nicely. Smiling awkwardly at each other. On Valentine's Day.
"Since you're my boyfriend tonight, let's go down to the room I rented, shall we?"
"This feels weird," he giggled lightly.
"Play along!" I held out my hand for him to hold and flashed him a smile. He reciprocated my smile and took my hand, following my lead down the stairs to our hotel room; the room I had booked for me and Yeonjun.
Our hands were sweating. It wasn't the first time Heeseung and I held hands, but it was the first time we ever did something like this together; something normal best friends don't do. The affection we've displayed to each other throughout the years had been mostly words and hugs and sometimes cuddles. But now...we were going to show affection in ways we've only done to lovers.
I held out the black card key in front of the sensor above the golden knob but retracted it before the door unlocked.
"If you want to turn back, now is the time to do so. I don't want to go through with this if you don't want to," I said and looked at him.
His eyes told me that it was OK, but I needed his consent to be sure he was OK.
"I want to do this, don't worry," he smiled a little as his heart pounded.
Without breaking eye contact, I put the card in front of the sensor again and waited a few microseconds for it to unlock. I turned the knob and opened the door to the pact.
"After you," I gestured him to enter the room.
"Why thank you," he blushed and hurried inside so I wouldn't catch a glimpse of his flustered state.
But I did.
And I smiled when I saw it.
The room was big and open. Simple, but just perfect. Knowing me and my cheesy nature, Heeseung had expected perhaps some rose petals on the bed or a few scented candles by the bed but, to his surprise, he saw none of that.
I pushed him down onto the soft bed with silk sheets, distracting him for the real surprise, and sat beside him.
"Before we do anything, we need safe words."
"Safe words?" he inquired and raised a brow unknowingly.
"A word to say in case anyone goes overboard or passes the limits," I explained shortly.
"Alright, mine is apple."
"Why apple though?" I giggled at his randomness.
"I ate an apple today." (It was true, he'd had a green apple because he once read that green apples make your breath smell better.)
"If you're going for a fruit I am too. My safe word is peach."
"Why peach?" he raised his brow at me stealing his fruit idea.
"Your peach looks really good in those pants, so it was the first thing I thought of," I replied and laughed at his flustered self.
He knew he had a plump peach.
It was just embarrassing hearing it from me since I, as his best friend, am supposed to not acknowledge how incredibly handsome he is – and especially when it comes to body parts such as peaches!
I put my hand on his thigh to get his attention away from the embarrassment.
"Tonight, I'm not your best friend anymore, Prince," I said with a newfound tone that sent shivers down Heeseung's spine.
I neared him and whispered in his ear, "Tonight, I'm your Mami."
He gulped. I had always been a very dominant person in everything I did, so he expected nothing less than that in bed — but the foreign titles took him by surprise. But it made sense for me to use titles in bed, because I was classy like that.
"What's your safe word?" I asked to make sure he knows he can use it whenever he wants to. After all I didn't know what was out of his comfort-zone.
"Apple."
"If you feel uncomfortable you know you need to say that word, understood?"
"Yes, Mami," he answered, a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks.
With his green light I continued, "Good boy."
At the praise, his cheeks matched the floating rose petals. I loved how responsive he was already. Before tonight I wasn't sure what kind of partner he would be but finding out what he likes step by step excites me – more than I thought finding out my best friend's kinks would excite me. I want to know everything. What turns him on, what makes him scream, what makes him cry; everything.
"My best friend's into praise, hm. Who would have thought?" I teased and squeezed his thigh lightly.
"I'm not your best friend anymore, Mami. I'm Prince, right?"
I looked into his eyes and saw something I'd never seen in them before. Was it lust? Was it something else? How could I be sure of what it was if I hadn't seen him like this before?
"Indeed, you are, Prince," I smiled, slowly feeling my hand up his thick, muscular thigh.
He followed my hand's path with his gaze and bit his lip like back in the tattoo shop. Was he holding in a moan, perhaps? When my hand was at the top, soon on his V-line, I heard how his breathing grew louder and more unsteady.
He seemed to enjoy his thighs being touched.
I noticed how his pants were forming a tent in the prince area, and smirked. To tease him, I let go of his thigh and walked up to the door to the bathroom. He tensed. Maybe he wanted me to touch him some more?
"After you, Prince," I said and opened the door for him.
Once again that stereotype-breaking gesture had him blushing ferociously.
He went into the new room, not expecting much other than grabbing a condom. But when the sight he was met by was nowhere near what he expected, yet it didn't shock him one bit. A large bathtub filled with atypical pink water and typical red rose petals floating on the surface.
He chuckled, "As expected, my best friend is a cheesy person."
"I'm not your best friend anymore, Prince. I'm your Mami, right?" I asked with a confident smirk.
"Y-Yes," he stuttered and turned away from me so he could avoid my powerful gaze.
"Yes what?" I pushed a little to see how comfortable he was with the title.
"Yes, I'm Mami's Prince," he said under his breath.
I went up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling the expensive fabric under my fingertips. "Want to take this off for me?"
"Y-Yes, Mami."
I smiled, "Then give me a little show." He gulped as I sat down on the edge of the tub to get a full view of him. With adrenaline coursing through his body, he let the blazer fall off his shoulders and land on the floor, followed by the ivory dress shirt. As soon as his skin was touched by the air, goosebumps formed, and he flexed his abs. He sure had worked hard to get flex his muscles like this.
Biting my lip, I pointed at his ivy pants, "Take those off too." The way I bit my lip made him feel confident. I didn't bite my lip to prevent honest sounds from falling out like Heeseung did, I bit my lip to prevent myself from ripping the rest of his clothes off. He undid the belt and let the pants pool down around his ankles. Now, in front of me, was he standing in nothing but a pair of black boxers that were fitting all too tight due to those thick thighs and the clearly big erection. He was gulping under my gaze, waiting for me to instruct him on what to do.
"Show me your prince part, Prince." Blushing at the euphemism, he put his fingers under the waistband and pulled his boxers down. He was fit and attractive. Each muscle on his body was visibly hard, including his dick that was high and proud in the air. "You're so handsome, Prince," I praised and watched a small smile break out on his face.
He walked to me with his head down and stood with his tall figure in front of my sitting posture. "Do you want me to touch you, Prince?"
"Yes, please." At that, I put a finger in the middle of his chest and traced it down his abs and to the tip of his dick. He bit his lip again to stop any embarrassing noises from escaping; he wanted to impress me by being good. But I didn't want to give him too much pleasure yet.
"Let's get wet now, shall we? I didn't fill this tub for aesthetics..." He laughed lightly, feeling more at ease at the small joke I made. Listening, he slowly set foot into the tub and tried not to spill so much as a drop of the water. It took him a good half minute to fully settle down since he's so tall and big due to his muscles — but that was good, because it gave me plenty of time to prepare additional surprises for him.
When he averted his attention from the pink water and back to me, he was met by an astonishing, breathtaking, life-changing sight. Me. In lingerie. With a red silk blindfold in hand. This specific lace lingerie was Yeonjun's favorite, so I naturally chose to wear it now – in red to match the theme of the holiday. I felt the most comfortable in it. In this color. In this fabric. Everything made me feel sexy. But the memories of what me and him had done while I was in it brought back a gloominess.
Heeseung didn't know how to react. Did I pick the color red because it was the traditional color of Valentine's Day or because I knew it was his favorite color? For some odd and unknown reason, he hoped for the latter one.
"You look so handsome like this, Prince, but I think you'd look even better in this," I winked and held up the red blindfold. He shuddered. The little piece of fabric was something different. Never had he ever used one in the bedroom — only in fun games with friends, where you had to trust your teammates. Now, however, he was going to put his trust in me.
"What's your safe word?"
"Apple," he answered, "I trust you. You don't need to ask me about it all the time, I'll tell if you need to stop."
"But we've never done this before so I'm scared of it going wrong," I admitted.
"I trust you. Trust me too, Mami."
"As you wish, Prince," I replied.
Once again, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. I lowered the love blindfold to his face, holding it right above. He was looking at me with those big, curious eyes, filled with anticipation for what was going to happen. How long I was staying still was quickening his heartbeat; he knew I wanted him to be verbal.
"Please," he said, feeling slightly impatient; his heart would jump out his chest any second now. Smiling, I finally put the blindfold on him and tightened it behind his head, making sure it wasn't too tight since I didn't want to ruin his beautiful hair or innocence too much. Oh wait, scratch the last one. I petted his hair, which was equally smooth as the silk around his head. "Does it hurt, Prince?" I asked, referring to the blindfold.
"No, Mami." The silk was smooth against his skin and, although all he could see was darkness, it was magical; all the other senses were heightened. He could hear me breathing and even imagine what I was thinking whilst I was touching him this gently. Maybe I was thinking of how much I loved him as a best friend. Maybe I was thinking of how I'd ruin him. Maybe I was thinking of what to do next.
Slowly I proceeded to his neck. He could feel my presence, through my breaths on his skin, and thus elongated his neck for me — he couldn't see me, but he could sense what I wanted. I began placing small kisses up his neck to his well-defined jaw, while he tried to keep his breathing in control. The kisses were small, yet they made such a big impact on him since his sense of touch was thousands of times greater than normal.
"M-Mami?"
"Yes, Prince," I said between kisses.
"Can I...touch you?"
"Not yet," I smirked and moved further down to his collarbone. I left open-mouthed kisses all over it and stopped to admire his tattoo. Technically I had been the one who had encouraged him to get it. It was so small, but it held so much meaning behind it. My fingers were tracing along the tattoo, soothing Heeseung. He felt calm. He felt at peace. He felt connected to me. When my fingers traced lower and experimentally touched his nipple, he let out a whimper. Bingo.
"Sensitive much?"
He didn't answer, embarrassed.
"I asked you something, Prince," I said with a less kind voice.
"Yes, Mami. I-I'm sensitive, but you already knew that."
It was true. Since the start of our friendship he had showed his vulnerability and sensitivity. He never liked it when I jokingly roasted him, only being into compliments and praises. Praising. I bet he'd be into that.
He whimpered out a 'Mami' when I attached my lips to his nipple. Trying to not shock his body too much, I only gave a quick kitten lick, yet it seemed to affect him a lot when he couldn't hold back a sole whimper. I couldn't tell if it were because of the sensitivity provided by the blindfold or because he had sensitive nipples. Either way, I wanted to test how much I could make him feel.
To give him a little sensation without touching him, I breathed on the wet nipple so he shivered a little at the coldness. He put both of his hands on each edge of the tub to stabilize himself, feeling like he could lose the bare control he had now that I found a weak spot of his. I flattened my tongue and licked against him, making him quiver.
"M-M-Mami," he stuttered breathily. He wasn't trying to call me, nor was he trying to tell me anything — my actions simply lit a part of him that seemed to love my title. He knew exactly how to turn me on and this was the first time we had ever been intimate. It was actually cute how my best friend was so accustomed to both mine and his title. Yeonjun's title, I meant.
I reached my hand under the surface of the water and felt up his thigh. He moaned. Yes. Moaned. At a simple touch. Ashamed of the moan, he let go of one of the edges and brought his hand over his mouth, making him lose a part of his balance. "Don't keep your sounds to yourself, Prince. Give them to me," I ordered.
Smirking against his skin, I started sucking which caused a gasp to erupt at the sudden stimulation. "M-Mami, Mami—" he whimpered loudly. He had tried to keep his noises to himself until now, but although it hurt his pride a little, he liked pleasing me.
How could whimpers sound so beautiful? They were so angelic and graceful, contrary to the scene of sinning. I retracted from him to admire the view. One nipple was red and swollen and the other one was left untouched. Each muscular arm was resting on each edge, trying not to move a millimeter. The blindfold was covering part of his face yet matched with his feverish blush. His mouth was agape, letting the whimpers I loved oh so much out every now and then. I was happy I hadn't gone for the cliché bubble bath, because now that the water was clear I could see his naked body — every part from his beauteously tattooed upper body to his thick stone-hard thighs and dick.
But there was one part of his body that I couldn't see. One part that was magnificent and that I needed to see. "Turn around," I whispered in his ear.
"W-What?"
"Turn around and show me your butt, Prince," I clarified and waited for him to move.
Unsurely, he supported himself on the edges and sat up. Although he couldn't see he could feel, so he had no difficulty turning around and putting his hands on the edge he had been resting his back on until now. He arched his back, adding to the sex appeal that the tub already delivered. Damn, how could an ass be that good-looking? How could—
"C-Can you spank me?" he interrupted me from my thoughts.
Did I even know my best friend? Or did he know me so well that he knew that was exactly what I wanted to do in that moment?
"What do you say, Prince?"
Good boy knew the answer, "Please."
"You'll need to beg a little more than that," I said teasingly, making him swallow yet another piece of his pride.
"Can you, please, please, spank me, Mami? I've been so good until now; don't I deserve it?"
He made a fair point. And he also confirmed my theory of him having a praise kink.
"Yes, you do, Prince. You've been so obedient until now, of course you deserve a little pain."
His cheeks tinted pink. Yes, he did indeed have a praise kink.
Suddenly I spanked him, creating a loud echo of skin-to-skin sound. He jolted forward with a whine, not expecting the hit since he couldn't see me or my hand in the air. His cheeks jiggled and I swore that my ex had never made me this wet before as I felt my wetness drip down my thighs.
"H-Harder, please, Mami."
"Since you're such a good prince for me, of course!" Those words. He loved hearing them. He knew I probably had those thoughts already, since he's aware he's a good boy, but hearing me say them made his heart race. Once again, I hit his skin and made him jolt forward from the harsh touch. Except this time, he moaned out my title louder. He held his head down, adding to the submission.
"M-Mami—"
"You want more, Prince?"
"Yes, plea—"
Spank! Before he even could finish his answer, my hand was back on his cheek again — I had already predicted his answer. Now one of his cheeks had my red handprint on it, matching his blindfold and blush, whilst the other cheek had no mark. And I was going to keep it that way. Asymmetry is beautiful.
His blindfold, nipple and cheek weren't the only things red. The part of his body that needed me the most hadn't gotten any attention yet. His dick's color stood out from most of his body and the way he reacted to small touches could only hint at him needing me to touch it.
"Turn around," I ordered him again.
"W-What— But you haven't—"
"Do you want me to touch your prince part?" I disrupted him.
"Y-Yes."
"Then turn around and show it to me, Prince."
He let go of the tub and turned around in the water, making sure to be comfortable when resting his back against it because he knew he'd stay in that position for a while. He heard how I got into the tub too. The water was rippling, and my feet were touching the tub; he could both feel and hear that I got in. Slowly, as to not drive any water out, I sank down onto his lap and put my hands on the tub on either side of his head. The feeling of my smooth skin on his indicated I had taken off the lingerie. That only meant one thing. I drew closer to him and whispered in his ear a million-dollar question: "Do you want your dick inside me?"
Gulping, he nodded promptly.
"Use your words, Prince," I sang.
He took another gulp before speaking, "Y-Yes, please, Mami."
"Good boy," I praised and watched as his true smile made an appearance like it'd done many times tonight.
Only to form an 'o' and let a long moan out as I sat down and got filled up by his dick deliciously. "Ah~ M-Mami~" The sensitivity of waiting and being blindfolded added with my tightness was what brought out his embarrassingly loud moan.
I needed to get used to the size since he was bigger than my last lover. In the meantime, I decided to get back to his stunning neck and kiss it. He had two prominent birthmarks under his Adam's apple; the left one was higher up and the right one was closer to his collarbone. Since I can remember I had liked them. They were a distinctive feature of his, just like his tattoos. I kissed both birthmarks and started moving up and down slowly on his dick. This wasn't going to be a hard fuck session; this was going to be a slow and soft lovemaking session because he was my prince. For tonight at least.
He sporadically let out moans that ranged from high to low pitched, long to short lasting — all of them were music to my ears — a love song I'd think of every now and then when I didn't have my prince by my side. The sound of the water moving each time I did was the background music. I started marking his neck with beautiful love bites, not hickeys, because these marks were out of love. Love and pride, as I wanted everyone to see that he was mine.
As I sucked harder on his neck, his moans turned into constant whimpers. He didn't know what this feeling was. Never had he ever made love with someone before. Sure, he'd been caring in bed but never had he felt this cared for before. On the other hand, it wasn't my first time. I had done this to Yeonjun every time I wanted him to know how much he meant to me (all the time). But, although this was an illusion me and Heeseung had created, it felt real.
"Ma-Mami, can you go rougher on me? Please?" At that I sunk my teeth into his collarbone, not the one with the tattoo, but the bare one. I didn't want to cover the meaning behind the tattoo, instead I wanted to cover the other part of skin, so I'd be the one who in a way adorned both sides. The friend in me was in his tattoo and the lover in me was in his mark. He bit his lower lip to try to conceal the pathetic whimper, failing while doing so. Sure, he loved being taken care of, but he also loved pain.
My thrusts were slow, yet long lasting, like the memory of this night would be soon. This felt surreal. Our connection. Our love. Our everything. The love bites on his neck and the literal bite mark on his collarbone would be enough proof the next morning when Heeseung would wake up that this night in fact had happened.
He let go of his lower lip and let the whimpers out freely, not caring that it hurt his pride because when you're in love your pride doesn't matter as much as it did before. He was reaching his breaking point and so was I but we both purposely held our orgasms back. We didn't want this to end. We wanted this love to last as long as it possibly could. We knew that the next day we would go back to being best friends; there'd be no more Prince and Mami. We knew that we would be gone like the pink water in this tub would be in the morning. The marks would remain on his neck and shoulder the next morning...but the illusion of love wouldn't.
"A-Are you cumming?" I asked, drunk on love.
"Y-Yes, b-but I can wait." We had already been at it for longer than an hour — even the water was cold — but that wasn't enough. We were both exhausted, both mentally because it was late and physically because of the lovemaking.
"I know you want to cum, Prince," I said, not wanting him to wear himself out.
"C-Can you choke me first, Mami? Please, I've a-always wanted y-you to do that to me," he mumbled.
I didn't answer him, instead I let go of the edge and circled my fingers around his neck. For most people, choking was some kinky shit. But for us, it was romance. I was quite literally holding his life in my hand and he trusted me with it. He trusted me with his whole life, and I didn't let him down. That's a part of love; letting yourself into a vulnerable position, knowing the other person can hurt you, but staying because you have faith in that they would love you instead.
In this moment, he had everything he didn't know he wanted. He felt like he'd arrived in utopia by accident. There was nothing he wanted to change. Nothing. And neither did I. His marks were asymmetrical, but that was in my eyes perfect. I tightened my grip on his neck a little, making him choke out a small whiney moan. At the same time, I felt my core aching and his dick pulsating. We needed to cum. Physically we needed to. But emotionally we didn't want to.
"Let's cum together," I said and let go of his neck
"Please, just a little more," he begged.
"We can't hold back, and you know it," I stated.
"Please, Mami," he cracked his voice. I looked at his face. His face was red, and the blindfold had wet patches. The patches weren't there because of the water splashing on him (I had made sure to not splash any on his face), they were there because they'd gotten out of his eyes. He was crying, not wanting us to come to an end. But we needed to. He wasn't my boyfriend; he was only playing the role of my boyfriend. I treated him as if he were Yeonjun, not Heeseung.
For the first time ever, I kissed him. Not on his body, but on his lips. He returned the kiss with just as much thirst as me. Surrounded by water, yet we thirsted for each other. We needed to savor this before it ran out. I tangled my hands into his soft hair, not caring if I ruined his hair anymore. I didn't care. All I cared about was this moment. For the first time this night, he let go of the tub fully and put his hands on my skin, letting them relish and remember every curve and edge before he'd never get to touch me like this ever again.
I paused the kiss and said for the last time, "Let's cum together."
"Can you take th-the blindfold off first?"
Truth was that he wanted to see me so he could have a visual memory of that one time he made love with his best friend. During all of this, he'd had a blindfold and although he felt that everything was real, he wanted to know for sure he wasn't dreaming. I untied it and threw it away to who-cares-where. He opened his eyes and took in the view of me. I was naked. I was raw. I was vulnerable. I had no layers shrouding any part of me. "I love you," he said, looking into my eyes.
Holding his face in my hands, I said, "I love you too."
And there we reached our climax.
The end.
{One year later}
Valentine's Day.
The happiest day of the year for couples.
I walked into our bedroom and was met by a wonderful view. My real boyfriend was standing in front of our bed. "I missed you so much, Baby," I smiled and kissed his cheek as per usual.
He was clad in only a pair of boxers and nothing else. "I have a little surprise for you."
"Oh really?" I asked, amused, and sat down on the bed as he stood in front of me.
He coughed to clear his throat and looked serious, "I've been keeping a little secret from you for a little while now..."
What did he mean? Had he been reconsidering our relationship? Was I going to relive the same heartbreak as last year?
I must've looked worried, because suddenly he broke out of the serious trance he tried to be in and smiled at me. Slowly he pulled down his underwear to reveal the little surprise.
