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how to apologize from a workaholic — lhs (m)
pairing: workaholic bf!heeseung x fem!reader
rating: explicit, mdni
synopsis: having the chance to reflect on his past mistakes for a week after your fight, heeseung decides to end the cold war between you. but while his longing for you eats him alive as he tries to come up with the best apology speech, a surprise awaits for his arrival patiently — a surprise that involves a cute little maid dress.
word count: 6.4k
warnings: dom!heeseung, sub!reader, praise k*nk, make up s*x, useage of maid costume, dumb*fication, pet names, bl*wjob, overst*mulation, unprotected s*x, implied multiple rounds, some words are censored, lmk if I missed something
notes: special thanks to this anon for giving me the idea for this fic, I hope you guys will like it since it’s been a while I’ve written anything long :3 please let me know about what you think, I’ll leave you to it 🩶
Heeseung was a lucky guy, I mean most of the time, at least.
He was a young, handsome man with a good job, which he recently got promoted at, by the way. He got everything he wanted in life so far — an expensive car, a luxurious home and someone that he could share everything with, aka you, his beloved girlfriend.
Sounded like he was living in a dream, right? Well yeah, but that actually wasn’t the case, not at all.
As fancy as his life sounded, it was hard too, because for some reason according to you, he was a workaholic who’d prefer his job over you, and no matter how hard he tried to explain that it wasn’t the case, you wouldn’t listen.
Just like how you completely neglected every single word he uttered while mentioning his endless love for you last week when you had a fight over this exact topic, leaving him helpless as you refused to speak to him even to this day.
Fighting with you sucked so bad, he hated it wholeheartedly. It drove him mad how you ignored his existence whilst living in the same house with him, like come on, it was heartless how you didn’t even bother to look at his face.
But although he despised how stubborn you were, he couldn’t blame you for it either.
Because through this last week that he spent reflecting on his past behaviors, he ended up realizing how right you were to feel the way you did — like something less important to him, compared to his job.
He noticed that whenever you genuinely wanted to spend time with him, somehow he always ended up having something more important to pop up.
Make it a movie night or a romantic date, the amount of times Heeseung had to cancel things was crazy and looking from your perspective, it must have been hella annoying.
Which completely explained your anger towards him and even though he had a hard time admitting this, if the shoes were switched, he knew that he’d react way worse than you did.
He regretted it so much that instead of trying harder to comfort you, he chose to argue with you instead, and made you feel like your emotions were invalid.
Ugh, he really wanted to make things right with you and redeem himself but fuck, he had no idea how he was supposed to do that nor he knew where to start.
He missed you — everything about you so much, so incredibly much that he was about to go insane thinking about you 24/7.
Your smile, your scent, your voice, your eyes, your lips, your touch — he couldn’t stop his mind from fantasizing about you, not even at work where he was supposed to keep things professional.
He had to make himself forgiven, as soon as possible, because your absence was becoming unbearable.
And to his luck, this wasn’t such a hard goal to achieve.
Because similarly to him, you’ve spent your entire week thinking about your boyfriend and feeling guilty over the harsh words you’ve screamed at his face.
Did he deserve hearing them? Yes, totally but still, you couldn’t prevent the guilt from growing bigger within you.
Like c’mon, he got a promotion this week after a whole year of hard work but you chose to ignore it completely, wasn’t that a bit too much?
That was a real bitch move, you thought to yourself — he was probably really sad about it too, which made you feel even worse.
Sigh alright, maybe you could call it a truce for this once and congratulate him, but how?
The only idea that popped up in your mind wasn’t so soft girlfriend core, yet it was something that you couldn’t stop thinking about, not to mention how it was right up Heeseung’s alley.
You see, one of the best parts of your relationship with him was your bedroom life, if not the best. But due to your quarrel last week, it has been pretty dead recently, waiting hopelessly to be revived.
Knowing Heeseung for years, you could guess that these past days must of felt like a torture to him, because let alone fucking, you refused to even sleep on the same bed with him.
You could see the disappointment in his eyes every time you brought him his pillow with his blanket to sleep on the couch, because sleeping alone wasn’t something he was able to do anymore, he was too used to having you by his side.
Therefore maybe the best way to make up was to accept him back to your bed, not only for sleeping, but for so much more.
Given that he was the overproud type, alluring him wasn’t gonna be easy, he could become quite stubborn when it came to things like this. However, it was nothing a cute maid dress couldn’t solve, you were sure of it.
The thing about Heeseung was that, overall, he seemed to be a person with no flaws — he had a dominant character, a confident stance, an intimidating aura but that was just the tip of the iceberg.
Because despite his strong image that had many people like yourself swooning over him, he tended to have very specific weaknesses, which you knew all about very well.
To give an example, his endless love for your maid costumes.
Without a doubt, Heeseung liked good girls — he liked them on their knees and behaving well, he liked them obedient, that was a given.
But what actually had him weak-kneed were those slutty little costumes, especially the maid ones, if he were to be honest. Those made the way to his heart actually, especially with how you managed to look so good in them.
Maybe that was the reason why he was so obsessively in love with you, who knew?
Yet although you were the submissive, obedient one on paper, both of you knew that you were the one holding the leashes, and that he was just a puppet who played your games according to your rules.
Truthfully, he was just lucky that you happened to be as freaky as him in bed, and almost completely shared the same tastes with him.
Because as much as he loved railing you in your naughty little costumes, you loved getting railed in them too — he was so good with what he did, I mean, how could you possibly not?
Alright then, it is decided, you thought to yourself. Tonight, you were gonna reconquer your boyfriend’s heart and make things better with him, you had a plan.
A plan that you were sure he couldn’t say no to.
“19:45,” you murmured, checking the time from the screen of your phone, “Heeseung should be here soon.”
That’s good, you thought to yourself, you were almost done with your look anyway, and you couldn’t wait to show him.
Grabbing his favorite shade of red lipstick, you walked up to your mirror and let out a giggle, checking yourself out briefly before putting it on your lips — the ones he was busy dreaming of kissing on his way home.
This new maid dress you ordered from a seemingly suspicious website turned out to be very high quality stuff, god, this had to be the best costume you owned out of all so far, it looked gorgeous.
The deep cleavage of the dress made your chest seem juicier than it was, and the barrel finish of the skirt did wonders on your waist to hip ratio.
Heeseung was totally gonna love this, you had no doubts about that.
Speaking of which, he was currently busy parking his car, mumbling out his “I’m sorry” speech that he prepared at work for you over and over again in the meantime.
He was determined to make himself forgiven tonight no matter what, he couldn’t go on this way any longer, nope, he had enough.
Honestly, he didn’t care about who was right or who was wrong, he just wanted his girlfriend back — the one he craved to touch.
He didn’t know enough words to express how much he missed you despite literally seeing you every day, or how much it hurt to watch you pretend like he wasn’t there.
He knew that he was the one who told you to stop talking, which he regretted doing so much right now by the way, because he’d prefer that you yelled at him non-stop over whatever this was a million times.
It was his first time seeing you so cold, so distant and well, he wished to never see it again after today. He wanted a truce — no, he needed a truce, and he was ready to do whatever it takes to get that.
“Alright, here goes nothing,” he muttered to himself, taking in one last deep breath as he stood before your front door, nervously playing with his cufflinks.
He could do this, right? I mean, all he had to do was to avoid saying or doing something that had the potential of making you more angry at him — it couldn’t be so hard now, could it?
At this point, he had no choice but to hope for that, because there was no way he’d let things go on this way. His apology speech had to work — he had to find a way to make it work, one way or another.
With shaky hands, Heeseung took out his key from his pocket and clumsily unlocked the door, his heart beating out of his chest as he stepped in while calling your name.
“Y/n, I’m home baby!”
To be fair, he wasn’t expecting you to respond back, it was just something he did out of reflex rather than a conscious move.
But to his surprise, a sweet “welcome back” filled his ears in return, as he was busy getting rid of the jacket of his expensive, black suit.
With his tie which he managed to loosen partly in his hands, he turned to his back, following the direction of where your voice came from confusedly.
And oh my god, the sight before him was unbelievable, so much that he wanted to slap himself back to reality right before your eyes.
There you were, leaning against the door of your bedroom, wearing what he assumed to be a new maid costume. He was almost certain that he had never seen this on you before, no no, this was definitely new, it had to be.
Eyeing you up and down from afar, Heeseung let out the sincerest “holy shit” you’ve ever heard in your life, taking off his loosened tie with one swift move as he began to walk towards you with impatient steps.
He couldn’t wait any longer, he wanted you, right now.
As the gap between you rapidly decreased, your devilish smirk grew bigger and reached to its peak once he cupped your face with his large palms, and slammed his lips on yours, the tie in his hold dropping to the floor.
There, you broke him, this was his last straw.
He was barely holding himself back for the past week, struggling hard to tame the voices inside his head that told him to touch you, and to fuck you.
But no more, really, he couldn’t do that no more.
Grabbing onto his biceps, you let him push you inside the bedroom without removing his lips from yours, although it was hella hard to walk backwards in those platform heels you were wearing.
He liked them very much, by the way, they were definitely gonna stay on for later tonight.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled breathlessly in between messy kisses, hooking a arm around your waist once he noticed you stumbling, “please forgive me,” he whispered as he pulled you even closer to himself, his bulge pressing against your lower belly.
“I miss you so bad, I can’t stand being like this anymore.”
And just like that, the apology speech he had prepared for you at the length of an article was wasted, gone and went down the drain. It was quite poetic so this was kind of a shame but well, who cared? As long as you forgave him, he didn’t mind hours of his hard work resulting in trash.
“Do you mean that apology?”
Judging by his doe eyes blinking a couple times at your question, it seemed like he was taken aback with what you asked. Because of course he meant it, wasn’t it obvious from how desperately he kissed you?
“I do, y/n,” he almost whined out, brushing the tip of his nose against yours, “I mean everything I said.”
“Then prove it.”
Well well well, now you were talking. Proving, huh? He had a feeling that he knew exactly what you were talking about.
“Oh,” he let out, tilting his head, a dirty grin spreading on his handsome face as he leaned in closer, hovering his plump and now covered with your red lipstick lips over yours, “sure,” he breathed out, “I think I can do that.”
And with that, you found yourself laying on your sheets as he pushed you on your shared bed, following behind you after taking off his belt with one hand. From your point of view, he looked outstanding, the outline of his rock hard member making you lick your lips.
As he stooped over to continue his act of devouring your lips, you pulled your legs to yourself, parting them away and then wrapping them around his hips. He smiled once you tried to press him more on yourself, rocking your hips against the tent of his pants, whimpering softly into the kiss.
You were pretty sure that you looked like none other than a clown with your lipstick smeared all over your face but for some weird reason, Heeseung seemed to like it even more that way, letting out a throaty groan as he removed his lips from yours briefly to observe your pretty face once again.
You were already so beautiful, but the fact that you did this all for him made you even more irresistible — ugh, he couldn’t wait to mess up your cute makeup and ruin your adorable hair.
After he was done taking a quick stare to admire your beauty, he went back to kissing you, now using the length of your neck to paint as his canvas. His paint was the purple lovebites he left on your skin one after the other, each one shouting that you belonged to him.
And while he was busy decorating your neck meticulously, his hands were giving your breasts a massage, fondling them gently.
Oh my god, you had no idea how much he missed this feeling — the feeling of your soft tıts in his palms, shit, he was so happy that he could actually cry right now.
“Gosh,” he muttered, sucking another dark spot, right over your collarbone this time, “I missed you so much baby, so fucking much.”
“You did?”
“Mhm, but how about you?” he asked, and there it was — his siren eyes, gazing at your innocent ones deeply, “Didn’t you miss me?”
His tone was demanding as he stared at you, fucking you into the sheets with his eyes alone already.
A part of him wished you to be a good girl and give him the answer he wanted but the other part wished you didn’t, so that he’d have the excuse to fuck you even harder.
“I missed you … a little.”
“A little?” okay, this was an unexpected answer, he thought, “What does that mean, baby?”
You figured that it’d be better to show him as you began to explain, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to your mouth in the meantime.
“It means that I missed you here,” you murmured, licking the length of his two fingers before sucking them whole,
“And here,” you continued, lowering his hand down to your breasts, letting him cup one of them rather aggressively. He wanted you, hell, he wanted to do unspeakable things to you right now.
You were messing with his head so badly, making every thought he had inside that busy brain of his besides you turn blurry. He wasn’t complaining though, he liked that you cleared his mind like this, it made him feel free and burdenless — almost as light as a bird, even.
“Also here,” you added at last, pushing his hand even lower — low enough to be in between your legs, pressing it right on top of your throbbing hole, “but just a little bit, though.”
“Just a little bit, huh?”
“Yeah,” you whimpered, lifting your hips up once he pressed on your clothed core, giving you exactly what you wanted, “only a little, because I was upset with you.”
“My princess was upset with me?”
“Mhm.”
“Then I should make up for myself,” he said with a low tone, slowly getting on his knees before you, “shouldn’t I?”
He pulled you to the edge of the bed and placed both of your legs over his shoulders, diving his head straight into your pretty, exposed thighs. How great, more space for me to mark up, he thought as he trailed his tongue from bottom to the top, giving you an adrenaline rush by doing just that.
He could literally smell you from where he had his head in between your legs, the scent making it impossible for him to ignore the urge to suck on your dampened panties.
Ugh, you were probably so wet right now, he had to taste it.
And when he was finally an inch away from your throbbing heat, “You smell amazing,” he voiced out this thoughts, taking his sweet time to get you excited before finally pressing his nose on your clothed hole, leaving an open mouthed kiss on your covered slit, “mmh, can’t wait to taste you love.”
He used two fingers to trail the outline of your folds, leaning in to give a lick to where his hands just touched after.
You were literally dripping out of your panties, which was enough sign to show just how badly you missed him — unlike how you tried to lie and claim it was only “a little bit.”
“Don’t tease,” you whined, as he kept on poking you over your clothes, testing your non-existing patience, “please.”
“But I thought you wanted me to prove how sincere I was with my apology,” he pouted, good — it was good that you were impatient, he could get you begging for him easier that way, “Should I not take my time with it, love?”
“Ahhhh, Heeseung!”
You cried out his name instead of giving him a proper answer once he pushed your panties to a side and rubbed his thumb over your bare clit, using it to draw strong circles on your sensitive flesh.
“I’ll take my time and make up for myself sufficiently,” he rasped out, biting his lips, “so be a good girl and wait patiently, yeah angel?” he said, inserting a digit through your hole without waiting for an answer.
And ugh that clench, good god, he thought, he couldn’t wait to feel it around his thickness.
He was dying to have you tightly wrapped around his dıck, so wet and so warm as he fucked you dumb but first, you had to work for it.
And by that he meant begging — so much begging.
It’d be only fair after all the yelling and all the cold acts you pulled throughout the whole week, gosh, he was so gonna make you pay for not taking him in your bed, there was no way you were gonna get away with it.
Well well, tonight was gonna be so much fun it seemed, especially for Heeseung who was more ruthless than ever.
“Ohmygod, fuckfuckfuck!”
Your scream filled in the room once again, as Heeseung was mindlessly thrusting three of his thick fingers in and out of you. His mouth was attached to your clıt, tongue constantly lapping on it despite your begs for him to stop.
He didn’t care how hard your thighs were squeezing his head and not giving him any space to breathe properly, that wasn’t enough to stop him from doing what he was, no, not when all he cared about was the increasing volume of your needy whines.
Gosh you were so loud, he missed having you like this.
But there was another thing he also missed and that was, you guessed it, overstımulating you. Which was the reason why he was still finger fucking you although you’ve already came all over his mouth earlier before, making a mess right under his nose, not that he complained.
“Stop!” you once again let out, tugging on his soft, fluffy hair as you tried to push him away, “please stop, I can’t!”
“No.”
“Heeseung!”
“Do you want my cock?”
He seemed to be serious with his question as he raised up on his feet, shit, his knees were numb from how long he’s been sitting on them. Yet he didn’t mind the pain, not as long as he got to witness you meltıng away under him like this.
Did you even know how outstanding you looked right now?
Flushed cheeks and smeared up lipstick, shining together on your sweaty skin. And that adorable ponytail you put your hair into added even more to your overall cuteness, although it could barely be called a ponytail right now.
That’s a shame, Heeseung thought, guess he had to grab on your neck instead while pounding into you this time — only if you could give a proper answer to his question, of course.
“Do you or do you not want my cock, I said, Y/n?”
“I do — fuck, I do!” you choked out as he reached his empty hand down to your neck, and pulled you up with his grasp remaining strong around it. His fingers were still fucking you mercilessly in the meantime, leaving you no choice but to look him in the eyes and hope to be shown mercy.
But no, Heeseung wasn’t gonna pity your glassy eyes, not when he was carrying a week worth of frustration on the tip of his dıck.
“Then give me another one,” he grunted, negotiating with you, “just this last one, I know you got it in you.”
And he was right, you really had it in you.
Sitting neatly on the edge of the bed, you put your feet on the floor for support and begin to grind your hips against his palm, trying your best to match the speed of his hand.
You could do this, you just needed to force yourself some more.
You were exhausted — absolutely worn out although you knew this was only the start for him, sweat was dripping down in between your thighs along with your arousal as it was getting harder than ever to keep your eyes open with the passing minute.
If you wanted to feel Heeseung inside you, it looked like you had to hurry and complete his wish before you passed out, which you were sure was gonna be the inevitable end for you tonight.
But lucky for you, your body and mind were in good cooperation today. Therefore thankfully, you were able to cum for the second time, just as he asked of you, though you didn't even have enough strength left to carry your own weight after that.
Heeseung’s grip around your throat was the only thing that kept you up, and he seemed nothing less than proud with his growing smile as he watched you squirt all over his clothes for the first time ever.
There was not a single thought behind your cloudy eyes as they were focused on his, he could tell, which was even bigger of a turn on than the beautiful mess you’ve created in between your legs.
You deserved to be praised for this, and maybe even rewarded — perhaps Heeseung could let you suck him off for this once, right, you must’ve missed it after so long.
“Good girl,” he complimented, bringing the hand you just creamed with your juices to his mouth, “see, I knew you could do it baby, didn’t I tell you?” he let out, sucking on his fingers seductively.
And when you could only respond with a clumsy nod, he chuckled, thinking you were so cute all fucked out like this. How were you gonna survive tonight if you could barely hold your head still now? He wasn’t sure, but that wasn’t enough to stop him from taking things to the next level.
“Now, you said you wanted my cock, right love?”
“Mhm.”
“Then undo my pants,” he said, “and slide them down, now.”
You used your shaky hands to follow his orders, and managed to pull down his pants, albeit clumsily. You then looked up to him while fluttering your lashes with a “what now?” look on your face — okay, maybe overstimulating you wasn’t such a good idea, since you were now almost completely not functioning with your empty brain.
It was hot in a way, Heeseung admitted but still, next time he was gonna go a bit easier on you.
“Now my boxers,” he explained as you waited for your next command, “push them down as well.”
As you obeyed with no rejections, he took off your hair tie and used his hands to gather your hair into a messy bun, pulling you close towards his now exposed girth. To his surprise, you leaned down to suck on his angry head without needing him to tell you so, which was a relief.
At least you weren’t completely brain-dead yet, Heeseung could work with it.
“Mmmh, just like that,” he sighed out as you licked away his leak, twirling your tongue around his tip carefully. You brought your hands to make up for the parts you couldn’t just yet fit in your mouth, stroking the rest of his throbbing shaft slowly.
Watching you sink on his dıck was a sight he could never get tired of, it was just pure bliss to see how good you could take him each time. And the more you lowered your head on his length, the stronger he tugged on your roots, pulling your hair harder to resist the urge to rip your throat apart.
That was until you finally took him all in, and started gagging around him relentlessly. The clench was just too much for his sanity — it was just too much for him to keep his cool and not thrust into your pretty mouth.
So he did after pulling all the way out, pressing your head on his lower abdomen as he pushed himself back in, even deeper than previously. “Ahhh, fuck,” he grunted out, looking down at you, watching your face turn into a shade of bright red as you choked on him.
Normally after seeing your struggle, Heeseung would let go of you but this time, this time something just felt different.
So instead of giving you your freedom to breathe again, he chose to completely take it away from you — doing that by starting to fuck his dıck into your mouth, slamming it against your uvula over and over again.
He loved the noises you made even more than the way you looked right now, embedding every sound you made into his brain to use them later, whenever he couldn’t be around you.
But although he was more than happy with his current state, he knew he couldn't go on with it any longer, especially when he was trying this hard to keep himself from nutting right then and there.
Yes, it was true that the thought of filling your mouth with his seeds was extremely tempting, but even if it was, he couldn’t prefer it over breeding into you instead.
God no, he missed your pussy too much to miss this chance.
Therefore without a warning, he drew you back from his cock and pushed you on the bed, lifting one of your legs up to place it over his shoulder as he hovered over you.
“Ready for me, hm angel?” he asked, leaning in to steal a kiss from you, ignoring how your chin was covered with the mixture of his cum along with your spit. Call him disgusting if you want, but that was how he liked things, nasty and sloppy.
The burn in your throat was strong enough to make your eyes water so, you could only respond with a low hum, which made Heeseung’s heart ache for going so hard on you.
“I’m sorry.” he muttered as he slid his member through your hole while giving you a soft peck on the cheeks, hands gently caressing your hair and wiping away your sweat whilst he was easing himself inside you.
He let you dig your nails into the back of his scalp as he rested his forehead on yours, looking at you with nothing but love in his eyes.
He adored you — he adored the way you gasped every time he filled you up as if it was the first time, and he adored the way you arched your back to feel even more of him, just like how you were doing at the spoken moment.
He was only grinding his hips against yours, going slowly but steadily to avoid hurting you in the meantime.
It was only then he paced up — when you whined next to his ear for him to go faster, go harder and not stop until you were filled with his babies in your tummy, begging to him with your weak voice repeatedly.
Nodding at your words with a small “oh, baby,” falling from his lips, Heeseung held onto you even tighter, adjusting his posture before fastening up.
The position he put you in wasn’t a comfortable one at the slightest bit, but for sure it granted an angle so good that you could feel his tip poking on your g-spot with every thrust.
You were just around the corner of reaching your climax, so you could handle a little back pain until then you assumed, and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in for a kiss.
Both of you were wet with sweat, and while the white shirt that heeseung had on was completely stuck to his body, the situation wasn’t so different for your maid dress either.
The straps had fallen off from your shoulders ages ago, and the skirt was pushed back to your stomach as the fabric clung onto your skin. With his weight on top of yours, you could barely breathe, but despite all of this you had zero complaints, none whatsoever.
You didn’t even think of stopping, not once — as the matter of fact, your intention was the exact opposite while you were asking him to keep going in between needy kisses, telling him that he felt too good, too perfect buried deep inside you like this.
“You like how my dıck feels inside?” Heeseung giggled against your lips — and there it was, his second weakness, aka his praise kink.
“I do,” you breathed back, pecking on his smile, “I do so much.”
To say that Heeseung was melting at the way you spoke to him right now would be an understatement, he could literally see the stars behind your tired eyes as he decided to give you what you wanted and fuck you even harder.
I mean, how could he not when you were finally behaving so well after a hellish week?
He straightened himself up and grabbed your thighs, then pulled you even closer to himself by using his grip. He rubbed your ankles before landing small kisses all over them as he placed both of your legs on his shoulders this time, and lifted up your hips with his strong arms to adjust his tip against your hole.
This is much better, he thought, he could see your face more clearly like this.
And the way you furrowed your brows while letting out a soft moan of his name was a sight to see as he entered back inside you, and started ramming himself even faster than before.
Everything from his pace to the way he looked while railing you was perfect, you wanted to take a moment to engrave it all into your mind.
He was so pretty, so unreal with his sweat dripping down from his neck, you couldn’t stop yourself from pressing your thighs together. Which he reacted with a smug smirk and smacked each of your buttocks as he bottomed out, making the knot in your tummy unravel with a rush.
Saying you missed him only a bit was the biggest lie ever, Heeseung could tell, judging by the squeaks you let out with each hit of his hips.
And the fact that you were a terrible liar became even more obvious as you came trembling for him, your whole body spasming for the third time tonight.
“You missed me only a little, huh?” he scoffed out sarcastically, “It doesn’t look like that, though.” he said, bottoming out once more.
The way you were clenching around his shaft made his head dizzy, but he was determined to help you ride your high before reaching his own. Plus, he couldn’t stop until you poured out every single drop within you over his cock now, could he?
Once your screams came to an end and you began to sigh deeply, panting for air, Heeseung was sure that you were finished and that there was nothing more you could give to him.
So with a relieved hum, he relaxed and hugged your legs with both arms, burying his head on your flesh as he finally let his high wash over him. He wasn’t any stronger than you, although he pretended to be, it was all just an act to impress you after a week of your absence.
But the truth was, he was feeling more fragile than ever as he collapsed into your arms, and let you wrap him with your tired arms. He really did miss you a lot, more than he could ever express with words.
The way you could hear each other’s heartbeat in peace and quiet was romantic for sure, but although the silence suited the ambiance better, Heeseung felt the need to break it with his heartfelt words.
“I know I already apologized,” he gulped down as he said, lifting his head from where he laid it on your chest, “but I want you to know that I really mean it, I’m so sorry for making you feel that way baby, I should’ve been more careful.” he added, looking into your eyes with his big and beautiful ones — oh how graceful he looked right now, with his doe eyes shining like that, you really didn’t know how he managed to do that after performing such sinful acts on you, but guess that was his special talent.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry too,” you told him, playing with his messy but soft, long locks, “I said really terrible things and basically took all my pent up anger out of you so, I’m as guilty as you are.”
“You also kicked me out of bed— ”
“ — I also kicked you out of bed,” you repeated after him, giggling at how cute he looked while sulking with his adorable pout, “that was mean.”
“That was so mean,” he agreed with a big nod, “and you didn’t congratulate me on my promotion either,” he murmured, looking down as he played with his hands, “so there’s also that.”
Oh crap, his promotion, right — how could you even forget about it when it was the main reason why you wanted to make up with him anyway?
Simple, because you were stupid — cock-stupid to be exact.
As you gasped and fluttered your lashes at him in shock, Heeseung shook his head, pretending to be hurt as he grabbed his heart with one hand. “That was really heartless of you, by the way” he huffed, “you didn’t even look me in the eye that day.”
Alright, okay, you knew where this conversation was going — he wanted a round two, and lucky for him, you were thinking about the same thing.
“I should redeem myself then,” you said as you pushed him off of you, and made him fall next to you on the bed instead, “shouldn’t I?”
You then got on top of him and sat right above his crotch as you started to undo the buttons of his shirt, letting him tug on the heart shaped chest part of your dress.
It was overly padded to make your boobs seem bigger than they were, therefore you didn’t bother to wear a bra underneath — which was more advantageous for Heeseung, since he could lay down and play with your glorious tits as you took care of him.
“I believe you should,” he approved as he fondled them, pressing them together with a hiss slipping out of his mouth, “you can start with an apology and say you’re sorry for the way you treated me.”
“I’m so sorry Heeseung,” you leaned down and whispered against his plump lips before kissing them, letting his tongue inside your mouth. “I regret everything I did,” you mumbled, shortly breaking the kiss, “please forgive me.” you pleaded, trying to sound your sweetest.
“You’re sorry, hm?”
“Mhm, I’m really sorry.”
Good, you were just where he wanted you to be, which meant it was finally his turn to play the victim card, like you previously did.
“Then prove it.”
Well well well, won’t you look at that? The tables were turned completely and Heeseung was determined to make you taste your own medicine, he wasn’t gonna let you get off that easy.
And by the looks of it, you had no choice but to play along with his little games tonight. Alright then, you thought, have it your way Heeseung.
Guess you could spoil him a little for this once, since he deserved a treat for getting that promotion anyway.
“Sure,” you responded, mimicking his tone from earlier, getting down on him just as he did before. “I think I can do that.” you grinned, wrapping your hands around his still hardened member, throwing him a daring glare — and just by the glisten of your eyes, he could tell that he was about to get the best head ever.
Maybe you should’ve fought more often like this, he couldn’t help but to think, because he was absolutely obsessed with the way you made up — although it cost him another row on his “weaknesses” list.
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