Lee Heeseung Imagines

Massage

When you massage Heeseung when his back is sore.

You were comfortably nestled in your bed, deeply engrossed in a book, when you heard Heeseung's voice calling you from the living room. You marked your page and set the book aside, curious about what he wanted.

"Y/N, can you come here for a sec?" he called out again.

You got up and walked to the living room, finding Heeseung lounging on the couch. He looked up at you with a playful smile.

"Hey, what's up?" you asked, standing in front of him.

"My back is really sore. Can you give me a massage?" he asked, his tone hopeful.

You felt your cheeks heat up at the request. "W-why do you want a massage from me?" you mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

Heeseung chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. "What's with the dirty mind, Y/N? I just need some help with my sore muscles."

You blushed even more, feeling embarrassed. "That's not what I meant!"

Heeseung shook his head, laughing. "You're too cute." Then, without warning, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the sofa, placing you gently down. "Come on, let's get this started. I'm getting impatient."

Before you could protest, he took off his shirt, revealing his toned back, and lay down on his stomach on the couch. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your composure as you positioned yourself beside him.

With trembling hands, you started to massage his back, kneading the tight muscles under your fingers. Heeseung let out a satisfied moan, and you froze, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

"Heeseung," you stammered, pulling your hands away. "I can't do this."

He let out a soft chuckle. "Why not? You're doing great."

But you were already backing away, feeling overwhelmed. You quickly stood up and ran towards the bedroom, your heart pounding.

You could hear Heeseung's laughter following you as you entered the room. A moment later, the door opened, and he stepped in, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Before you could react, he had you pinned against the wall, his arms caging you in.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" he teased, his voice low and playful. "You ran away so quickly. Did my moaning make you uncomfortable?"

Your face felt like it was on fire. "N-no, it's just... it was weird."

Heeseung leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Weird, huh? Or maybe you liked it a little too much?"

You hid your face with your hands, trying to escape his teasing gaze. But Heeseung gently pulled your hands away, lifting your chin so you had to look at him.