SUB!KIBUM X FEM READER: Sensory Deprivation (Subby September)
“Ice dripping, cold sweat”
PRONOUNS USED: None (Mommy)
TW: Ice play, sub!idol dom!reader, sensory deprivation, bondage, pet names, and mentions of oral sex (fem receiving).
Word Count: 918
The room was still, there was nothing but the cold gusts of air that occasionally blew from the window to remind Kibum that he was still in his bedroom and the smell of your lotion to let him know that you were still there. He could hardly hear you shuffling around, with his eyes covered and his hands and legs bound to the bed he was left defenseless and completely helpless to the situation. The temptation to call your name as seconds passed grew inside of him along with the excitement he felt, although Kibum knew that this was the best part, he hated it the most; waiting for your touch or voice, a breathe or a dip in the bed that would save him from the silence always felt like torture. But just as his lips began to part he felt the bed dip in front of him, he was so aware of his surroundings, without being able to see he was still able to picture you there at the edge of the bed with a wicked smile on your face as you took in the sight of him.
"...so pretty..." Was all you said as your hand slowly tugged at the velvety ropes around his ankles, the action made Kibum hold his breath, his heart beating a little faster as he bit his lip and tensed up. He wondered what you were going to do and tried his hardest not to get too impatient, but the brat inside of him that just had to know couldn't let him win. "Mhm, mommy," His tone was as seductive as always, using his sultry tone to break down one or two of your walls as he licked his plush lips and leaned his head back a little, exposing his neck more. "What are you going to do to me?" He asked, you couldn't help but smile at his attempt at getting you sidetracked, you knew that bratty tone the moment he began to speak and no amount of flattery could mask that venomous spirit inside of him. But you decided to humor him. "Guess," You said, he suddenly felt you lift up, he could no longer tell where you were and this made the small amount of confidence he had completely disappear.
"I'll give you a hint," His ears perked up at the sound of something clicking together, or maybe it was something opening or closing? He couldn't tell, he was grasping at straws to know exactly what was going on. "It's something...slippery," You said, he could hear your footsteps getting closer to the bed and with every step he realized just how much he overestimated his own ability to keep up with you in a state like this. "And if I'm not careful, it could hurt, now guess...what am I going to do to you, baby?" Kibum took a deep breath, his cock twitching as you spoke to him in a coaxing tone, your energy felt so dominating and powerful that it only made him more excited, how was he supposed to be afraid when he felt so turned on? "Can't guess?" Kibum had realized that he spent too much time thinking of what it could possibly be, and too much time being one second. It was too late for him to guess and realizing that he'd just have to find out Kibum felt his hands begin to sweat out of nervousness.
"Here." Kibum gasped loudly at the feeling of a cold ice cube being lightly pressed against the nape of his neck, he couldn't help but whimper as you slowly dragged it down his neck and to his shoulder and collar bone. Goosebumps form across his skin, the heat of his body melts the ice almost instantly as you tease him, a bead of water trickles down from his collar bone to his chest giving him chills up his spine. "...A-Ah..." His voice cracked, his cock throbbing as he shivered and tensed his body. “Can you guess now pretty boy?” As you pulled the ice away from his body you watched in satisfaction as he shook his head frantically, panting as he licked his lips and waited for more. “Really?” You asked, “I thought that would be easy…are you sure you can’t guess babe?” With the lingering feeling of the ice still on his body and the sound of your voice, his senses were becoming fogged. He knew that one wrong move would make him cum and he was trying his hardest to relax and play fair. “I-Ice…it’s ice…” You grinned and nodded your head.
“That’s right,” You said cheerfully, “Such a smart puppy, look at you…you’re so good at this game baby, since you’re doing such a good job, I’ll give you a reward.” As you said this Kibum became nervous and yet, even more turned on. The condescending sound of your voice and coaxing tone that you used gave him butterflies but made him pray that you’d go easy on him. For a second too long after this you disappeared, there was no sound and no feelings, just the sound of the wind blowing and his own heavy breathing. Kibum wanted to call out your name, he wanted to move his head in hopes that he could hear you again…but his worry was soon soothed by the sound of your clothes hitting the floor. “For doing so good, I’ll sit on your face, how does that sound?”
