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He presses his lips to your throat, gazing up at you with those stupid, devastating eyes of his that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Hm?”

When you don’t answer he leans down and closes his mouth around your nipple, sucking gently. The soft pull wrenches a gasp out of you. You’re still so sensitive from last night that even that light touch makes your hips twitch.

You moan quietly against his neck as he guides you onto your back.

Heeseung stares down at you for a long second, then pulls the sheets away completely. Your body left bare, completely marked and bruised, his scent still clinging to your skin.

His eyes trail down your body, your lips are still slightly swollen. Between your legs already slick and aching.

“Fuck…” the word barely leaves him before he's dragging you to the edge of the bed and burying his face between your thighs.

His tongue presses flat against your clit, hot and eager. He works it into you like he’s been starving for it, licking through your folds and then pushing inside, fucking you with it while his nose presses against your clit. Your breaths turn heavy fast. Your fingers fisting in his hair as the sounds spilling out of you get louder.

The wet noises of him devouring you fill the room until your face burns with embarrassment. He sucks your clit into his mouth hard, locking his arms around your thighs in an unyielding grip the second you try to twist away. The pleasure is too sharp, too much…

Your legs shake violently against his shoulders and just as the coil in your stomach snaps tight and you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls away completely.

A soft, gentle kiss lands on your lower belly. Then he’s standing, wiping your slick off his mouth with the back of his hand, completely ignoring the helpless, desperate whine that leaves you.

“Heeseung, no what are you? no-”

He ignores your cries, his eyes dropping to the open suitcase still sprawled open on the floor and something mischievous lights up in them. He doesn’t say anything at first, just walks over to it and crouches down, digging through the mess of clothes until his fingers close around something small and familiar.

The remote-controlled vibrator.

He stands slowly, turning it over in his hand, that same lazy smile still on his face. When he looks back at you, still shaking on the bed, the smile sharpens.

“Well, well, well.”

You feel your stomach drop as your eyes fall on the object.

He walks back over, sets the toy on the nightstand beside the coffee, and leans down until his face is close to yours.

“Go get cleaned up baby,” he says softly, “we’re going out.”

You blink up at him, still breathing hard. “Out? Hee, I can barely walk…”

“I’ll take care of you later.” His thumb brushes against your cheek. “I want to buy my wife something nice.” He kisses your wrist. “And I want you wearing this while we do it.”

He picks the vibrator back up, tapping it lightly against your thigh.

“You remember the rules, yeah?”

Your pulse kicks hard under your skin as you nod.

“Good girl.” He presses a slow kiss to your mouth.

You push yourself up on shaky arms, wincing at the deep ache between your legs, and somehow make it to the bathroom. The mirror shows exactly what he did to you last night, light bruises blooming on your hips, bites scattered across your chest and throat, your thighs still shiny from the overstimulation.

By the time you step out of the shower, skin damp and still oversensitive, Heeseung is already waiting.

He doesn’t speak at first. He just takes one look at you, then gently guides you back toward the bed. His hands are careful as he lays you down onto your back, settling you against the sheets like you’re something precious.

Heeseung sits at the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. That soft, devastating gaze of his holds you completely still as he reaches for the pair of panties he chose. He slips them over one foot, then the other, dragging the soft fabric slowly up your calves. Every few inches he pauses to press a lingering kiss to your skin. Your ankle, the side of your knee, the sensitive place just above it, never breaking eye contact.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. His lips brush the inside of your thigh as he continues sliding the panties higher. “My perfect bride” He kisses the arch of your foot once more, still watching your face, before finally settling the panties at your hips then he reaches for the vibrator.

Heeseung spreads your thighs with careful hands and eases the toy between your folds, pressing it inside you and making sure it gently pushes against your still-swollen clit, nestled exactly where you’re most sensitive.

The stretch and pressure drag a soft, aching moan out of you. Your hips twitch at the familiar fullness, soreness flaring under the new sensation.

He smooths your dress down over your body afterward, then leans in and kisses you slowly and deep, one hand resting over the slight shape of the toy through the fabric.

“There,” he whispers against your mouth.

He helps you stand, steadies you when your legs tremble and slips the remote into his pocket with a quiet, satisfied smile.

“Let’s go.”

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The first store is one of your favorites. Soft lighting, pretty displays. A place you could lose an hour in without even realising.

Heeseung keeps a hand low on your back as you walk in, the remote warm in his pocket. The vibrator stays on the lowest setting, a gentle, almost lazy pulse that makes your breath catch every few steps but never quite tips into overwhelming.

You start picking things up almost immediately. A soft cardigan, a pair of gold earrings. Heeseung watches you with that quiet, fond smile he always gets when you’re excited about something, thumb brushing the remote but the pressure stays stagnant.

When you decide on both, he doesn’t even glance at the price tags. He simply steps up beside you, card already in hand, and taps it against the reader without hesitation. The vibration kicks up a single notch the moment you step into the second store.

A stronger, steady thrum that forces a soft sound into the back of your throat as a slight shiver runs through you. Heeseung leans in, taking the bags from your hands. “Breathe,” he murmurs against your ear, voice pure affection. “Get whatever you want baby, it's all yours”

You try, God, you fucking try. But every new item you add makes the toy pulse harder for a few seconds before settling into a higher baseline. Your fingers tighten around the handles of the gucci bag in your hands. Face, hot and legs slightly trembling but Heeseung simply watches you the entire time, thoroughly enjoying every second of your struggle.

By the time you leave the second store, you've bought a silky slip dress, a lovely sundress, two pairs of heels and a bottle of expensive perfume. Your thighs are pressed tight together and the ache between them has turned sharp and needy. The setting is noticeably higher now. Persistent and demanding but he still doesn’t take you home though.

The third place is your weakness, exclusive, and quite literally almost empty. The high prices being the most probable reason. You walk on very shaky legs, eyes scanning the shelves. Everything feels special and the price tags make most people hesitate.

You don’t though, you never do with him. Heeseung simply follows, already prepared to buy whatever catches your attention.

A sales associate approaches with a polite smile, eyes flicking between the two of you as her eyes fall onto the faint marks still visible on your collarbone, marks you had desperately tried to hide under your scarf, but honestly between the time you had left the house up until now, you'd managed to squirm your outfit out of place.

“Are you newlyweds?” she asks warmly.

“We are,” Heeseung answers calmly, his hand settling on your waist. “Just got back from our honeymoon.”

You open your mouth to add something, but the vibrator chooses that exact moment to pulse harder. The sound that leaves you is half agreement, half stifled moan. Your fingers dig into the sleeve of his jacket as you try to keep your face composed.

“Y-yes,” you manage, voice unsteady. “Just…newly married.”

The associate beams, clearly charmed, and continues following a few steps behind as you move through the store.

You look through the shelves for a bit until your eyes fall on a certain one, housing a certain bag that becomes the sole thing you want anymore. Your breath catches as your eyes trail the beautiful pattern.

A Hermés birkin bag.

Exclusive limited edition, soft leather, perfect size and…diamonds.

The sales associate notices your interest and worriedly steps forward. "I'm afraid this isn't for sale ma'am, i'm not sure why it's still on display-"

"Hee, I want this..." you turn to look at him, the price tag not stopping you one bit because you know he'll do anything for you. He'll get it for you because he loves you. The lady glances at the price tag before looking between the two of you.

Insanely expensive, even for this place. Your fingers hover over it, completely torn. Would this be too much? Tears sting your eyes, overstimulated and broken as you turn around to look at Heeseung with a slight pout on your lips. You just want to go home now, you want him to touch you, to hold you…

Heeseung watches you eyeing the bag, an amused grin tugging at his lips as he sees the exact moment the internal war starts. Saving yourself from another brutal surge… or getting the bag?

You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the soft moan already building in your throat from the constant, relentless vibration. Your thighs press together, your breath stuttering.

He leans down close, mouth brushing your ear, voice low and pleased.

“You’re thinking so loud, baby.” His thumb strokes the remote in his pocket, not turning it up yet, just reminding you it’s there. His eyes find the bag again, lips still pressed to your ear, “You want it? I can tell you want it. You know I’ll buy it for you princess.”

He presses a soft kiss just below your ear.

“But you also know what happens the second I swipe that card…don’t you?”

His free hand settles gently on the small of your back, steadying you as the associate continues hovering nearby, slightly smiling at the intimate encounter and completely unaware of the dangerous game beneath it.

“Go on,” he whispers, gently nudging you towards it.

Your shaky hands wrap around the bag and the second your fingers close around the soft leather, Heeseung’s thumb slides over the remote and the vibrator surges high and brutal.

Your eyes roll back the moment the intensity hits. A broken sound tears out of your throat before you can stop it. Your legs buckle hard, knees giving out so fast you nearly drop. Heeseung’s arm is around your waist in an instant, taking your weight like he expected it, holding you firmly against his side.

The sales associate steps closer, concern flickering across her face. Heeseung offers her a calm, polite smile, voice perfectly steady even as you shake in his arms.

“Would you mind giving us a minute? I think my wife’s a little tired. She might need to sit down for a second.”

The woman nods quickly, already stepping back. “Of course sir, take your time.”

Heeseung doesn’t wait. He guides you toward the dressing rooms at the back of the store, one of the dresses you’d picked up earlier draped over his arm. The moment the heavy curtain falls shut behind you, the polite mask drops.

You grab at his collar with both hands, eyes glassy and full of tears, chest heaving as you try to drag air into your lungs. The toy is still going full force, relentless against your swollen clit, and the pressure is so sharp it borders on painful.

Heeseung watches you with that dark, heavy gaze of his and he doesn’t speak up right away. Simply walking you backward until your shoulders hit the wall, pinning you there with the weight of his body.

His eyes never leave your face as you desperately try to squeeze your thighs together, chasing even the smallest bit of relief. His hand comes up to cup your face in his palm, the friction only making it worse.

A soft, broken whimper slips out of you. Tears spilling over and sliding down your cheeks as your hips twitch helplessly against nothing. Heeseung tilts his head, studying every desperate little movement like he’s memorizing it.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. His thumb brushes away a tear, the other hand still resting on the remote in his pocket. “Can’t even stand properly anymore…and you still chose the bag.”

A dark smile curves his mouth.

“My greedy little wife.”

“Hee…please,” you choke out, fingers still twisted in his collar. “Please touch me. I can’t- fuck!, I c-can’t take it”

Your hips roll forward, searching for any kind of friction, any relief at all. Tears keep slipping down your cheeks. The vibrator is still going full force, merciless against your oversensitive clit, and every pulse feels sharper than the last.

Heeseung doesn’t give you what you want, he simply leans in and kisses you. Slow and deep, his mouth moves against yours like he has all the time in the world, tongue sliding past your lips in lazy strokes while you whimper into him.

When he finally pulls back, it’s only to drag his lips down the line of your jaw, then lower, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the side of your throat where the marks from last night are still fresh.

“Hee…please”

He ignores the broken plea. His mouth trails lower, kissing the hollow of your throat, the curve of your collarbone. Each kiss is unhurried even as the toy continues its relentless assault between your legs.

You gasp, trying to grind against his thigh but he shifts just enough to deny you the contact, keeping you pinned to the wall with nothing but the vibrating pressure and the soft heat of his mouth.

He kisses the top of your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. Then the other. Then the sensitive spot just beneath your ear again, breathing you in like he’s savoring every shaky inhale.

“You’re shaking so hard,” he murmurs against your skin, voice laced with quiet satisfaction. “Look at what that little bag did to you.”

Your thighs keep squeezing together uselessly, the friction only making the overstimulation worse. Desperate sounds keep spilling out of you, half sobs, half moans but still he doesn’t touch you where you need it most. He just keeps kissing you.

“Hee” you sob, head tipping back against the wall, eyes all wet and unfocused. Your body's trembling so hard you can barely stay upright. The pleasure has tipped past good into something sharp and overwhelming, every hum of the toy dragging another broken noise from your throat.

Heeseung pulls back just enough to look at you, before pressing a soft final kiss to your cheek.

“Not yet,” he whispers, “you’re not done being pretty for me.” His lips brush the shell of your ear, “My baby has such expensive tastes.” You feel him smile against your skin as another sharp pulse of the vibrator wrenches a broken sound out of you.

“Listen carefully,” he murmurs. “If you cum right now…we’re going to walk back out there and start all over again. You’ll shop to your heart’s content, my love. Anything you want. But I'm not sure you can handle the price to pay."

The threat settles deep in your stomach. Your fingers fisting tighter in his shirt. A desperate moan spills against his neck as you try to hold yourself together, thighs still pressed uselessly together.

You wipe at your tears with the back of your hand, forcing a shaky smile onto your face as you try your best to compose yourself. Heeseung simply watches you, eyes soft with quiet pride.

“There she is,” he whispers. “That's my good girl.”

He turns the setting down just enough that you can stand without collapsing, then steadies you with a firm hand around your waist as he parts the curtain.

You both step back out into the boutique looking almost normal. His arm around you, your expression carefully controlled but every breath still feels like an internal war. The toy stays humming between your legs, lower now but constant, and the ache is so sharp you can barely focus.

Heeseung chats easily with the sales associates as they gather your things, smiling politely. You stand beside him, fingers curled tight around the strap of the new bag, concentrating on keeping your face neutral while the vibration continues its slow, cruel work.

When it’s time to check out, he hands over his card without even looking at the total. As the payment processes he leans in, lips brushing your cheek in a soft kiss. “You’re doing such a good job baby” he murmurs against your skin, quiet enough that only you can hear it. “So proud of you.”

A couple of nearby customers glance over, clearly swooning. Soft comments float just within earshot about how handsome he is, how sweet and gentle he is with you, how wonderful being his wife must be. Heeseung only smiles politely, hand still resting low on your waist and...

You can barely fucking breathe.

Every muscle in your body is locked tight as you fight the rising wave, trying so desperately not to tip over the edge right there in the middle of the store while strangers compliment the way your husband treats you.

Heeseung watches you carefully, hears the hitch of your breath. He knows exactly how close you are. And he’s enjoying every second of it.

The second the boutique doors close behind you, the last of your control starts to fracture.

Heeseung keeps his arm firmly around your waist as you walk towards the car, bags hanging easily from his other hand, expression calm and unreadable to anyone passing by. But he can feel the constant tremor running through your entire body. Halfway to the car your knees nearly give out again.

“H-Hee” Your voice cracks. “I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore”

He doesn’t speed up. He simply tightens his hold, guiding you the rest of the way like nothing is wrong. The moment you’re both beside the passenger door, shielded a little by the car itself, a broken sound tears out of your throat. Your thighs clamp tightly together as the toy drags a fresh wave of slick down the insides of your legs.

You’re so wet it’s starting to drip, the fabric of your panties completely soaked, but you still force yourself not to tip over the edge. Tears blur your vision, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you shake against him, completely unable to stay quiet. Your body is locked so tight it hurts, every muscle fighting the orgasm that’s been building for what feels like hours.

Heeseung steadies you through it, one hand still on your waist, the other coming up to cradle the back of your head as he pulls you against his chest. He doesn’t turn the toy off. He just holds you while you tremble in the quiet parking lot, forehead pressed to his shoulder, breathing in short, broken gasps.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against your hair, voice filled with pride. “Hold it for me. Just a little longer princess, I've got you.”

Your fingers fist in his jacket as another sharp pulse nearly undoes you. More wetness slips down your thighs and you’re still shaking when he finally reaches past you to open the car door, guiding you carefully into the seat like you’re something fragile.

Only once you’re settled does he lean in, wipe a tear from your cheek and press a slow kiss to your mouth. The drive home isn’t even something you register. You squirm in your seat the whole ride, your sobs loud as you cry helplessly already leaking onto the leather seats.

The second the front door clicks shut behind you, the last of your restraint shatters. Bags drop to the floor. Heeseung barely has time to lock the door before you’re grabbing at him, fingers twisting in his shirt, a string of pleas spilling from your lips.

“Hee please, pleasepleaseplease, I can’t, I can’t” you collapse to the floor in helpless tantrum, crying as your legs shake uncontrollably.

He doesn’t make you wait any longer.

In one smooth motion he lifts you up to your feet with a sigh and backs you against the wall of the entryway, one hand bracing beside your head while the other finally, fucking finally slips between your legs.

He doesn’t even bother removing the toy, he just presses two fingers firmly against it, pushing it harder against your swollen clit as he turns the setting all the way up.

The orgasm rips through you so violently your knees give out. A raw, broken cry tears from your throat as you cum hard, body seizing against him.

Your juices spill freely now, soaking his fingers, dripping down your thighs in thick, helpless pulses that already begin to puddle on the floor. Tears stream down your face, your hands fist desperately in his shirt as wave after wave crashes over you, the toy still buzzing relentlessly against your oversensitive nerves.

“Fuck…ahh, Hee- fuckk”

Heeseung groans low against your throat at the feel of you soaking his hand, “That’s it. Let go. You’ve been so good for me.”

You’re still shaking, still leaking when he finally turns the vibrator off and carefully eases it out of you. The sudden emptiness makes you whimper, another slow trickle of slick sliding down your thigh. He tosses the toy aside without looking, then grabs your hand, leading you straight toward the bedroom. Fresh wetness continuing to drip from you with every step.

He lays you down on the bed with a care that contrasts the dark hunger in his eyes, then settles between your legs, pushing your dress up and tugging your soaked panties down. The sheets beneath you are already darkening with your juices still spilling out of you.

“Fuck…” his eyes watch your trembling hole gape as you leak onto the sheets. He wets his lips, his eyes finding yours again. “Hee, please...touch me, please I can't wait any longer…” he groans in frustration, hands grabbing onto your hips and then his mouth is on you. Hot and greedily licking until you're moaning and digging your fingers into his hair.

He laps at your juices, sucking your oversensitive clit between his lips hard, tongue working in filthy, relentless strokes. You’re still so swollen and wet from everything that the drags of his tongue pulls a broken sob out of you.

Your back arches off the bed, hands trembling in his hair as another orgasm builds almost immediately. Too fast after the one that just wrecked you in the hallway.

“f-fuck, wait…t-too much”

He ignores your cries, gripping your thighs hard and forcing them wider. He pins them open against the mattress so you can’t escape him, and buries his face deeper like he’s starving for it. The wet, filthy sounds of him devouring you fill the quiet bedroom almost immediately. Loud and wet noises that make your face burn with how filthy it is.

He licks through every drop still spilling out of you, tongue pushing deep inside before sliding back up to close and suck over your clit again and again. The pressure is just delicious. Your vision starts to white out at the edges as the second orgasm builds too fast, coiling tight and mean in your stomach.

“Hee…f-fuuck, I can’t-”

You break with a raw broken cry, thighs shaking violently in his hold. This time you squirt, a sharp sudden gush that splashes hard across his mouth and chin, soaking him. Your pussy flutters around his tongue, pulsing waves all wet and creamy, dripping down his jaw.

Heeseung groans loudly against you, the sound deep and wrecked, “You're driving me insane.” He french kisses your pussy, never pulling away even as you start to squirm out of his grip. He drinks you down greedily, tongue still working through every pulse.

“Fuck…yes, just like that,” he rasps between licks, voice muffled and hungry. “That’s it baby…make a mess”

He keeps going even after your legs have stopped shaking, your hips jerk helplessly against his mouth, your body twitching like it doesn’t know how to stop.

Heeseung only hums in satisfaction against your soaked cunt, licking you through the aftershocks, broken moans spilling from your lips with every stroke of his tongue.

Only then does he pull back, lips and chin shiny, eyes dark and heavy as he looks up at you from between your legs.

He’s still fully dressed and you’re a wreck beneath him. Dress bunched around your waist, panties shoved to your knees, thighs glistening, chest heaving and the sheets under you completely ruined.

Heeseung wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then sits up just enough to start undoing his belt. The quiet clink of metal is almost deafening in the room and you can't help your hands from trembling in anticipation.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice still rough. “My perfect wife came so hard for me in the hallway…squirted on my tongue and she's still so wet.”

He frees himself, already hard and leaking, and strokes himself once while staring down at the mess he made of you. Then he leans over, braces one hand beside your head, and rubs the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself in your juices, he watches your face the entire time, a smug grin on his lips from the sound of your shaky breaths. Fresh slick smears across his length with every pass and you almost can't take it anymore.

“You ready for me?” he asks softly, cupping your face between his hands before pressing a soft kiss to your lips

You nod, breathless, fingers curling into the sheets.

“Please…need you”

Heeseung pushes in with one smooth, deep thrust that steals the air from your lungs. The stretch is perfect and overwhelming all at once, your body still clenching around him from the orgasm and slightly sore from last night. He drops his forehead against yours with a low broken groan, hips pressed flush to yours like he’s trying to get even deeper. Another slow trickle of your creamy juices spills out around his cock, wetting both of you further.

“Fuck…you're perfection,” he breathes. “My pretty wife's dripping wet for me.”

He starts moving, slow at first. Deep and intimate thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of you. But the control doesn’t last long. Within minutes his pace turns harder, more desperate, the wet slap of skin filling the room as he fucks you into the mattress.

Every thrust forces more of your slick out of you, the sheets beneath you growing wetter by the second. A white ring of your arousal forms around his dick with each thrust. Soft and desperate moans leaving you with every stroke.

One of Heeseung's hands finds yours and laces your fingers together above your head, holding you there while he drives into you over and over. “You did so well today,” he rasps against your mouth between kisses “took everything I gave you. Held it until we got home like such a good girl.”

Your third orgasm builds fast at his words as another whimper slips past your lips. Heeseung feels it and angles his hips so every thrust drags right against the spot that makes your toes curl. “Come on,” he urges, voice breathy and wrecked. “Give me one more. Want to feel you cum around me….wanna feel you soak me again”

You break with a scream, walls fluttering and clamping down hard around him. A hard, forceful gush soaks his lower stomach and thighs, splashing between your bodies with every continued thrust.

Heeseung groans loudly at the feel of it, the sound deep and almost pained with how good it is, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it.

He follows almost immediately, burying himself to the hilt with another groan as he spills so deep inside you, hips jerking through it like he never wants to leave. Your combined mess drips out of you around his cock, adding to the ruined sheets. For a long moment the only sound in the room is your shared uneven breathing and the little moans still slipping past your lips.

Heeseung stays inside you pressing soft, lazy kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. His free hand stroking gently over your side, soothing the fine tremors still running through your body. “I’ve got you baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

When he finally pulls out, the slow drag of it makes you whimper, wetness gushing out of your creamy hole, now pulsing at the sudden loss of being filled.

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hands leaving you only long enough to start up a bath, adjusting it until it’s perfectly warm, then he helps you out of the ruined dress and guides you in. Settling you into the heat with a soft sound of relief that immediately leaves your lips at the breathtaking feeling of the warm water soothing into your muscles.

Heeseung kneels beside the tub for a moment, sleeves rolled up and begins cleaning you with slow careful hands. A cloth glides over your skin, along your thighs, between your legs, across your stomach washing away everything the passionate evening left behind.

Every so often he leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your shoulder, lips trailing the curve of your neck. “My perfect girl,” he says quietly against your skin.

He reheats the tub when he’s satisfied, and strips out of the rest of his clothes before climbing in behind you. The water rises as he settles, strong legs bracketing yours, chest warm against your back. His arms come around your waist and pull you flush against him. For a moment he just holds you like that, chin resting on your shoulder, both of you quiet in the steam.

He turns your face toward him and kisses you deeply. You melt into it, one hand coming up to rest against his jaw and when he pulls back, he reaches for your left hand. His fingers intertwine with yours beneath the water, and he lifts them just enough to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, beside your ring finger.

You lean back against him fully, the warm water lapping around you both, his heartbeat steady against your spine. And you could stay here forever, you really can. This is practically paradise.

You turn in his arms and wrap yours around his neck, pressing your cheek to his chest. “I love you hee” you whisper, your heart heavy with emotions you can't put into words. “I love you more, princess” he echoes your words, a gentle smile painting across his lips as you sit back to shampoo his hair.

You're silently humming a tune as you work the bubbles into his scalp and he's lovingly gazing into your eyes, his hands resting on your hips.

“Fuck” the word leaves your lips as you suddenly remember the shopping bags are still by the front door. The fucking Birkin Bag probably in some corner now.

“What?” Heeseung blinks.

You jump out of the tub, water cascading down your body as you grab a towel, rushing out of the bathroom.

“Babe?” you hear him call after you as you hurry towards the front door, already gone, bare feet padding quickly down the hall.

Your footsteps come to a stop by the front door and you exhale in relief when your eyes land on the Hermés shopping bag, surprised to find you had somehow placed it on a shelf by the door seconds before you gave into your wanton desires.

Heeseung appears a moment later, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, towel draped around his neck as he dries his hair. That familiar amused smile is already tugging at his mouth. “Well” he laughs, voice warm, “someone’s got priorities.”

You clutch the towel tighter around yourself, still a little breathless from the scramble and glance back at him with a sheepish smile. “I panicked,” you admit. “I thought I’d just thrown it somewhere in the heat of the moment.”

Heeseung’s amused expression softens into something warmer. He steps closer and reaches out, gently tugging the edge of your towel so you shuffle toward him. The second you’re within reach you melt against him, arms sliding around his waist, cheek pressed to his bare chest like you have no intention of letting go.

“You really love that bag, huh?”

“I really love you,” you correct, though your eyes still flick toward the Hermès bag like you’re double-checking it’s safe. “The bag is just…a very expensive bonus.”

He huffs a quiet laugh and pulls you fully against him, arms wrapping around your waist. The leftover warmth from the bath still clinging to both of you. He presses a slow kiss to your forehead, then another to the tip of your nose.

“Come on,” he murmurs. “Let’s finish washing up properly then you can start planning what outfit goes with it.”

You make a soft, reluctant sound but let him guide you back toward the bathroom. The moment you’re both in the tub again you turn and climb into his lap without hesitation, arms looping around his neck, you rest your forehead against his and just stay there, breathing him in.

“Don’t let go yet,” you whine, clinging onto him tighter. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises with a laugh.

He washes your hair like that, slow and careful, while you stay draped over him, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to his jaw. Every time he shifts even slightly you make a quiet noise of protest and pull yourself closer, the simple fact that he bought you everything you wanted today and always gives you the best orgasms regardless of how stubborn you are has made it impossible to have any space between you.

“You’re extra clingy tonight,” he observes, rubbing the shampoo into your scalp.

“You spent a fortune on me and then we had the best sex ever,” you mumble into his neck. “Of course I’m clingy. You’re stuck with me now.”

He laughs heartily, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder.

“Good” he whispers, “I like you like this.”

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(a/n:) everybody say ty to anon for the yummy idea <33 Also I was listening to taeyang's eyes, nose, lips when I was writing the ending and ngl I need hubby hee SO bad T T...(+my taglists will be closing by the end of the week!)