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“Really? Did I just hear that correctly?” Seungcheol raises an eyebrow. “You wanna try doing what..?” he repeats himself as he looks down at you in question with his arm still slung around your shoulder.

“…I want to… try riding your thigh…” you quietly respond, avoiding his eyes as you slouch down into the bed further. 

Riding Seungcheol’s thighs was something you've thought about for a while now. Every time you came home to him wearing that same pair of shorts that he always wears, you couldn't help but steal a glance at his bulky thighs. 

His friends always teased him for them, calling him chubby, but not you. You liked the fact that he's actually got meat on his bones. You knew that he worked hard in the gym every day to build up his muscles, and obviously, that included his thighs. 

“What? I couldn't hear you” Seungcheol says with a grin as he leans forward and turns his head to look you directly in the face.

“I wanna ride your thighs damn it!” you shout back in frustration from his teasing, shocking him a little and causing him to jerk himself back. 

“If you really want to then we can try it.” he kisses your cheek, leading into a deeper kiss. His arms shift from over your shoulder to around your waist as you slowly begin to feel up his shirt. You start to feel the bulge forming in his pants after you lower your hand and smile through your kiss. “Strip.”

He obediently listens and removes his tee in one go, pulling his shorts down quickly after. He watches you as you scan his body, slowly lowering your eyes. God, he's just so hot.

There they were. In all their glory. Your main objective. Just the sight of them alone with your constantly running mind was enough to get you wet. 

You pull down your panties as you watch him lean back into the bed, waiting patiently for you to mount him. 

You smile as you throw a leg over his and begin to move. As soon as you climb on top of him, he lets out a small breath of air. His body shuddered as he felt your weight on his lap. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting out soft moans as he enjoyed the feeling of you grinding against him.

You ground into his thigh slowly, holding yourself up with one hand on the bed. You could already feel how wet you were as you moved, how sensitive you were. I mean, come on. This was a dream come true. Literally. 

You run your other hand up your chest, squeezing yourself in pleasure before locking eyes with his bulge, widening your eyes as you reach down for him. 

The moment you grabbed his crotch, he immediately let out a gasp. A pure look of bliss came across his face as he arched his back off the bed, pushing himself closer toward you.

It looks like you weren't the only one wet. You could see the small stain of precum forming on his boxers. You shove your hand down them to grab his cock, leading it over his stained fabric. 

You watch as his cock rises and he begins to turn red. He felt so powerless with your eyes watching him closely like daggers. I mean, you were on top of him with his cock in hand. There was nothing he could do. He bit down on his lip at the thought of what you might do to him next.

“Flex your thighs for me so I can rub against them,” you instruct him. Instantly, he lifted his thighs to make it easier for you to rub your pussy onto him. He grunted as he felt your heat surrounding his cock, causing it to pulse with excitement. 

You continued humping him and grinding against his thighs, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body with every movement. You moaned as you glided your folds over the firmness of his muscles.

He let out another loud moan as he felt your hand begin jerking him off. The sound of your voice sent chills down his spine as he struggled to stay conscious. The view of you on top of him was just too much to handle. 

You jerked at him faster, the sudden increase in speed causing him to gasp loudly. You knew exactly which buttons to push to make him lose control completely. It seemed like every time he thought he had reached his peak, something new would happen that pushed him even further toward orgasmic bliss.

Your body shuttered from the sensation of running over his muscles, retracting your body in as you hit your parts of pleasure, gripping his cock tighter every time it happened. 

His breathing became heavier again as he looked up at you. His face displayed signs of embarrassment and shame yet also excitement and anticipation. After a few seconds, he closed his eyes tightly and let out a deep sigh. "Oh gosh…this is so weird...but please don't stop..."

You jerked at him even faster than before after a quick moment of slowing down. As soon as you began to move faster, he opened his eyes wide once more. The look of shock and surprise mixed with lustful desire on his face made him look incredibly vulnerable and helpless towards you right now. He didn't know if he should be happy or embarrassed by how turned on he was becoming.

“Do you wanna cum?” you ask with a grin, already knowing his answer. He eagerly nodded his head and plead “P-please help me cum.. Please let me cum.” 

He groaned loudly as your movements intensified. His entire body tensed up and his grip tightened around the bed even further. 

As he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, he could barely hold back anymore. "I'm… going to...cum!" he shouted desperately, hoping that you would allow him. 

“What about you do it inside me?” you asked him, taking a second for him to process what you had just said. He hesitated for just a moment longer. "...What are you saying? Would y-you really let me?” he asks with a shaking voice. 

He couldn't believe what he had just heard. While he found the act incredibly arousing, the two of you have only ever used protection in the past. 

As you got up and slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, he could feel his entire body tense up again. Despite being incredibly turned on, the fact that he was now inside you bare made his stomach drop. It was a new feeling he had never felt before. 

His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, which only served to make him seem even more nervous. “…Is this really okay with you?" He asked quietly, unsure if he should continue or not. 

You begin to bounce up and down on him, responding to his question with your actions. He let out another long moan as you bounced. The sensation of being inside you was unbelievable and he could already tell that he wouldn't be able to last much longer without climaxing.

You fasten your pace, tightening your pussy around him, causing him to roll his eyes back as he continued to let out soft moans. “Cum for me,” you demand as you observe his state. 

Without hesitation, he let out a loud grunt as he came violently inside of you. The feeling of release was beyond belief and he couldn't help but release a quiet moan as he continued to pump his load inside of you.

You got off of him and laid beside him as you continued to play with yourself, rubbing his cum all over your filled pussy. 

His breathing slowed down as he looked at you. A small smile formed across his lips as he saw how eager you were. "Thank you..." he whispered softly into your ear, stroking your cheek gently as you twitched from the feeling of his breath on you. 

You smirk as you get back up and over him. You spread your folds apart and lower yourself into him once more, this time using his cum as lube. 

He watched silently as you rode him again, letting out a low chuckle as he saw how easily you slipped onto his shaft once more. "Oh? Again? You're enjoying yourself too much." He teased, smirking at you playfully as he ran his fingers through your hair.

His eyes widened as you moved faster, almost like you were trying to outrun him. He let out a soft moan before grabbing your hips, his face contorting as he brought you closer to him, feeling your pussy rubbing against his cock in perfect synchronization. "Mmm…just like that.”

“Aren’t you tired? You just came.” you raised your eyebrows, surprised by his actions. You could feel his cock reach even deeper inside you now since he pulled you down closer to him.

A slight smirk appeared on his face as he shook his head slowly. "I'm not done yet... Not until we both reach our peak together." He said calmly, looking deep into your eyes with confidence. "Just keep going, sweetheart…Keep riding me like this..."

Taken aback by his words, you began bouncing once more. Hearing him say that to you made you even hornier than before. Your heart beat faster and you began to gain more energy in your movements. 

As you moved on top of him, Seungcheol began moaning louder than before. It seemed like every time you would go up, he'd push himself deeper inside of you. Your breasts bounced wildly each time you went up, making sure they stayed covered by your shirt throughout the whole process.

The moment was finally here. With one final thrust, he slammed his cock fully inside of you, causing it to hit your womb hard. The two of you moaned loudly as you reached climax.

With a loud groan, he shot his second load deep into you. His entire body trembled as he released his warm seed in you, filling you with his hot cum.

Your legs shook as you squirted on him, letting a deep breath out as you made your final movements with your eyes closed and head thrown back, arching as you shook. 

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윤정한 / jeonghan

Jeonghan wouldn't question it at all when you brought up how you wanted to see him in a skirt/dress. Honestly he lives to please you. When you're pleased he's pleased. He'd not care that it isn't socially acceptable because he never really cared for norms or gender stereotypes anyway. Please call him your cute Prince or else he'll feel self-counscious every time he wears a skirt/dress.

"Of course, Mommy," he answered your question and let you put it on him — he liked the attention, the touching and letting you take off and put on his clothes like he was your doll.

He did a little twirl and asked with his sweet voice "Do I look cute, Mommy?"

In the future, he'll have a big collection of different styles of skirts — and he loves matching them with thigh highs. He loves feeling pretty and he loves being called pretty.

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홍지수 / joshua / josh

Joshua wouldn't believe his ears when he heard your request... He'd love it and immediately put on the skirt/dress with no problem whatsoever — he'd be pretty educated on anything about boys in skirts but don't ask him about it. Prepare your camera, he'd love to have his photo taken. Especially on a polaroid camera, so you can save the pictures in a filthy photo album.

"I look pretty, right?" he spread his legs a little, leaning forward with his arms in the middle as a pose for the picture.

"So pretty, Princess," you said as you photographed him.

He smiled and posed some more.

In the future he'll go further with it, surprising you every now and then with thigh-high socks or stockings and who knows what more. If you don't know what to buy for him as a gift, go for a blush colored little skirt.

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文俊辉 / jun

Total brat. Jun would make a big deal out of it just to get on your nerves. This was a fun game to him. He'd say something just to piss you off so you could punish him.

"Hmm no, Mistress. That's just stupid."

You slapped his thigh.

Suddenly he listened to you and did what you told him.

"I look better than you in this, Mistress," he smirked.

He'll use it as a way to effectively receive punishments. In fact, he might even send you a pic in a short skirt when you're at work or hanging out with friends, just to tease you so you could give him pain in the night.

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권순영 / hoshi / soonyoung

He would do anything for his Mommy. He's such a good boy for you! Being an angel for you was always one of his main priorities but he also liked being a demon every now and then. With a blush he would put on the skirt and crop top you'd bought for him in front of you just to tease you. Your eyes on him would turn him on.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" you asked as you looked him up and down.

"Is it working, Mommy?" he straddled you to make the skirt/dress rise up his naked legs.

This will be something he'll use as a tool to make you drool, surprising you in a skirt and crop top on special occasions.

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전운우 / wonwoo

He would be a brat about it at first but he'd put on a skirt/dress for you in the end — fuck, he'd even put on a Shrek costume if you asked him. He'd act like he totally didn't like the way the skirt made his legs look and would whimper-complain like a bitch about wearing a skirt/dress, but he also wants to keep the skirt on while you fuck him so.

"Pfft."

You spanked his ass.

Hard.

"Okay," he stripped in a second in front of you shamelessly.

"Can you put it on for me, Master, please?" he asked in a low voice and looked you in the eyes innocently.

He wasn't innocent.

Skirts will be his favorite over dresses because then you could both fuck him and play with his nipples at the same time! But he won't tell you that unless you break him down into tears and whimpers.

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이지훈 / woozi / jihoon

He would protest at first. No, he was already small and played around with — a lot at that — and that was enough. However, if you were to say he'd get a reward for just putting on a skirt/dress he wouldn't hesitate to do it.

"No, I won't do it!" he pouted.

"Not even for a reward?" you asked, as you knew his weakness.

His ears perked up, "What kind of reward are we talking about?"

"Whatever reward you want, Baby."

He'll do whatever you want if he gets rewarded. So make sure to reward him really well and he will dress up for you more often.

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❝ Baby, keep me wetter than a bayou (Bayou)

If you don't, I'ma walk right by you ❞

“See? It’s all better now that we shared some laughs,” he pants out with a wide smile adorning his face, elbowing you teasingly.

“Yeah, sure, if you say so,” you chuckle, still out of breath as you rise your hands in defeat.

The smile never leaves your lips.

“So, where did you say we’re supposed to go now?” Seungcheol asks, throwing his arm over your shoulders.

That’s when it gets you: you’re utterly fucked.

“Lingerie shop,” you inform him calmly, but inside you’re screaming.

To be frank, the jealousy wasn’t the only problem that recently appeared in your relationship with Seungcheol. Even though you two were normally very comfortable around each other, not too long ago you started to feel that going around half-naked when he’s with you isn’t the best idea. Mostly because you simply cannot trust yourself at this point.

“There it is, the lion’s den,” the man in question announces proudly, gesturing towards the shop.

Once again, you can’t help but smile at his silly antics as you gently smack his arm.

“Honestly, why did I even take you with me,” you sigh, shaking your head with a fake disappointed.

“’Cause you like me,” he shrugs with that sweet smile that makes his eyes disappear in an adorable manner.

Does he even know how close to home he has hit? Probably not.

“Whatever you say,” you manage to say as you try your best to fight back the blush that threatens to blossom on your cheeks.

As you stroll between rails filled with racy nightgowns, corsets, and garter belts, you start to absolutely lose your mind. To say that the thoughts that currently flood your brain are dirty would be an understatement of a century. It takes quite a lot of your self-control to not steal glances at him every five seconds as Seungcheol follows a step behind you, looking around totally unbothered.

“It’s good that there’s such a variety of choices but at the same time I’m afraid it might be too many of them to find the one that screams “me”, you know,” you murmur, raking fingers through your hair.

“What about this one?” Seungcheol asks, showing you a set he just took from the shelf.

It’s made solely from a delicate lace, its design elegant yet sensual, while the colour contrasts with your skin tone perfectly. You can already imagine how good you’d look wearing that.

“Damn, you have a good eye, don’t you,” you say, touching the fabric absent-mindedly.

You have to admit: you’re impressed. You can’t even tell for sure if you yourself would find something that matches your vibe better than the set he just handed you.

“Wanna try it out? I took your size already.”

If you weren’t dumbfounded, then definitely you’re now: he knows your size. Such small piece of information, and yet he remembers that about you.

“Thanks,” you manage to say as you take it from him and walk towards the changing rooms.

Only after closing the door behind you, you can sit for a moment and process all this information you’ve just learned.

“Fuck,” you mutter, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

Not to be that person, but your crush really isn’t getting easier to bear the more unexpected things you learn about him. You decide to quickly check if the set fits and end that disaster of a trip before you manage to embarrass yourself more.

Thankfully, its simple design doesn’t force you to take time with putting it on, so you’re done practically in seconds. You can’t help but smirk slightly as you realize that the lace’s definitely see-through: you can clearly see everything that’s supposed to be covered by the fabric.

“Well damn,” you mutter, looking at your reflection.

Not only you look even better than you thought, you also feel good wearing that set. It hugs your body perfectly, emphasizing your silhouette, the contrast between your skin and the colour of the lace brings more attention to those not-exactly-covered parts of your body.

Suddenly, your mind gets flowed with thoughts concerning a man that accompanies you today.

“How is it?” Seungcheol asks from behind the door – speak of the devil.

Even though you prefer to not acknowledge it on a daily basis, you can’t deny that there’s a lot of sexual tension in your friendship, and it’s not only your fault. In fact, it lingered between you two for years now, but neither of you decided to address that. Today, however, for some reason you can’t bring yourself to act like you usually do. Maybe that’s why you say without a second thought:

“Come in and see yourself.”

For a moment nothing happens, and you’re about to take your words back, feeling regretful, when the door suddenly opens and Seungcheol enters the changing room. To your surprise, he doesn’t look as confident as he usually does: his posture’s a little awkward, cheeks visibly flushed, hands shoved deeply into pockets. Not to mention that he doesn’t really look at you, preferring to burn holes in the floor with his stare instead.

“So? What do you think?” you ask, curiosity evident in your voice.

There’s a part of you that’s greedy for his compliments, the one that wants him to rise his stare and see, truly see how you look right now. The same one that wants to see him begging.

“Well, there isn’t much for me to say. You look beautiful as always,” he says with a nervous chuckle as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.

You didn’t see him acting like that for quite some time, and you have to admit: you like it. In fact, you want to see more of that bashful Seungcheol who doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s such a contrast to his usual laid-back self.

“You didn’t even take a proper look at me,” you say teasingly, gesturing towards your chest with one of your hands.

It’s only natural for eyes to follow the movement, and it’s exactly what happens right now as he involuntarily looks up. The pretty blush on his cheeks only deepens as he immediately looks away, clearly mad at himself.

“Believe me, I did. You really do look great,” he answers curtly in a hoarse voice.

“I’ll take my leave, so you can change now.”

It takes only two big steps for you to reach him: using the element of surprise, you cage him against the wall, his back hitting the firm surface with a soft thud. Even though you leave some space between your bodies, that proximity is enough for the fabric of his clothes to brush against your uncovered skin. A shiver runs down your spine.

“What–what are you doing?” he stammers out in a strangled voice, placing both of his big hands on your naked shoulders.

For a moment you think that he’s going to push you away, but he doesn’t – he’s just gaping at you wordlessly. His chest’s moving rapidly as he takes quick and shallow breaths, his muscles are visibly tensed: he’s nervous. You quickly ponder over moving away, but then you look into his eyes, and his hungry gaze simply takes your breath away. He looks like he wants to devour you.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained, they say.

“Seungcheol,” you say softly as you take his hands off your shoulders and press them against the wall on his sides.

When you take a step forward and press your body into his teasingly, you feel his unmistakably hard cock pressing against your thigh. A shaky breath leaves your lips as you feel a sudden wave of raw desire flow through your body.

“And what do we have here?” you ask in a slightly hoarse voice as you tilt your head to the side.

A choked groan escapes his puffy lips when you gently rub his crotch with your thigh. You don’t have to wait long for his response, as he quickly starts to roll his hips against your leg on his own.

“I–I don’t know,” he murmurs bashfully, looking away but not stopping nor slowing his movements in the slightest.

This contrast between his ashamed tone of voice and his absolutely shameless behaviour absolutely delights you.

“It must be difficult to endure, being trapped in those tight pants like that,” you sigh as if sympathizing with him in this difficult situation.

You place one of your hands on his hip, while the other one lands on his waist. The rhythm of his movements becomes more regular as you steadily guide him with your hands.

“Maybe I should help you out, hmm?” you ask with a smug as your thumb slowly massages his hipbone.

Even though he’s definitely stronger than you and wouldn’t have any problems with turning the situation to his favour, he doesn’t even try. He simply continues to rub his hardening cock against your thigh while you admire the view in front of you: his cheeks are flushed prettily, eyes unfocused, broad chest rising and falling as he takes irregular breaths.

“Is it because of me, honey?” you muse, pressing your lips against his neck, feeling his galloping pulse.

“Yes,” he simply breathes out in the answer.

Your lips move along his skin higher and higher, you reach his jaw and pepper it with kisses before reaching his lips and stopping mere millimetres away from them.

“Do you want me to kiss you, Seungcheol?” you ask lowly, your lips brushing against his as you speak.

“Yes, please,” he simply murmurs in the answer.

Your head is spinning right now as you try to process the situation. It looks almost exactly like one of the fantasies that you like to ponder over when you’re alone in your bedroom.

“How can I say no when you beg so nicely,” you chuckle softly just before pressing your lips against his.

The kiss is gentle at first, but soon your tongue slips into his hot mouth and starts to curiously explore the unknown territory. Seungcheol doesn’t even try to fight with you: he simply enjoys the attention you’re giving him as if he was waiting for it for a long time.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” you pant out between the kisses, feeling his cock growing harder and harder as he rubs himself against your thigh.

When your lips leave his only to come back to his neck, Seungcheol throws his head back to give you a better access. It’s absolutely thrilling to know that this very minute you’re leaving an evidence of your desire for him on his skin for everyone to see.

“You want me to play with you a little, don’t you?” you ask once again, your body’s practically shaking in desire, but you have to be sure that this is what he wants.

Seungcheol looks you straight in the eyes as he takes one of your hands and presses it against his crotch. You’ve never seen his eyes looking as dark as they do right now.

“There’s nothing I want more right now,” he rasps, grinding against your palm.

“Stop moving then,” you command, releasing your hand from his grasp.

Your fingers are shaking slightly as you undo his pants, and slowly push them down his hips along with the underwear. His cock springs out: clearly more than half-hard already, swollen head shining with pre-cum.

“It wouldn’t be fair to let you have all the fun, you know,” you muse, caressing his flushed length with your fingertips before loosely curling your fingers around it.

“I’d rather have you put that pretty cock inside my pussy as fast as possible.”

You can practically feel his dick hardening in your palm.

“You–you should take the panties off then,” Seungcheol rasps, gaping at you with hungry expression.

A shiver of excitement runs down your spine.

“They’re already ruined, love.”

“What I meant is that it’d be better for you to take them off if you still want to have them in one piece.”

A shaky breath leaves your lips as you realize the meaning behind his words.

“Then you should take care of that yourself,” you shrug with a smirk that disappears almost instantly when Seungcheol’s big hands land on your hips.

The fabric slides down your thighs slowly until it reaches your knees, and he lets it fall down by itself. Before you know it, he’s lifting you up and pressing your back flat against the wall. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, while your hands land on his broad shoulders.

“Excited, aren’t we,” you chuckle, rising a brow as if amused by his impatient behaviour.

In reality, you’re just as impatient as he is, and Seungcheol realizes that the very moment he touches your folds with the tips of his fingers and finds them dripping with arousal. However, it doesn’t seem to be enough for him: his fingers go straight for your clit.

“Fuck, Seungcheol,” you cry out when he starts to massage the swollen bud in tight circles.

You dig your nails into his clothed shoulders as the pleasurable pressure in your body steadily rises. He touches you delicately, without any rush, knowing that it’s crucial for you to be aroused as much as possible. After all, you don’t have any lube to help yourself with. Knowing that, however, doesn’t make you less impatient.

“Seungcheol, honey, I really appreciate what you’re doing right now, but I need your dick,” you rasp, grabbing his chin, so he has to look you in the eyes.

“Right now.”

He gapes at you in silence for a moment before a soft laugh erupts from his throat.

“Do you even have any idea what you’re doing to me,” he says, moving his hand away from your clit.

“I can barely think when I look at you, and then you say such words like it’s nothing. I don’t think I have ever been this horny.”

“Can relate,” you answer with a wink that makes him chuckle once again.

Seungcheol carefully lines the tip of his cock with your entrance and looks up, seeking you permission to continue. When you nod, he starts to slowly slide in, not stopping before he bottoms out. You take a few shaky breaths as you give your body time to get used to the hard dick that just entered it. It’s definitely on the thicker side, stretching your vagina in that specific painful yet pleasurable way. You already know that combined with the clit stimulation, the penetration will feel like heaven.

“You can move,” you say when you feel that you’re ready.

Seungcheol smiles sweetly, his long eyelashes flutter as he gently retreats and enters you again, trying to find a rhythm to satisfy the both of you. It’s obvious that he enjoys it highly: his face all flushed, eyes closed in pleasure, soft whimpers leaving his puffy lips. Even though he gradually speeds up the tempo of thrusts, it doesn’t take long for you to start demanding from him to speed up.

“Good god,” he groans quietly, snapping his hips into yours faster and faster until the only thing that can be heard in the small room is the slapping of your sweaty skin combined with breathy moans and curses.

Your lips travel down his thick neck, leaving both kisses and hickeys as he fucks you hard and fast, filling your pussy seemingly to its limit. His free hand slips between your bodies, and starts to rub your clit, causing you to throw your head back, in the process hitting the wall behind.

“Shit, are you okay?” he asks immediately, clearly worried about you, even though his eyes are visibly clouded by desire.

You, on the other hand, can’t feel absolutely anything besides the overwhelming pleasure that builds in your body, so you can only nod wordlessly and press a kiss to his lips. He must have prepared you a little too good before because you can already feel your high approaching.

“I’m close,” you pant out, feeling your muscles tightening around his cock.

His grip around your waist tightens, and he hides his face in your hair as he continues to mercilessly pound your pussy. His nimble fingers massage your clit in a fast rhythm that causes your hips to move on their own accord.

“Can I come inside you?” Seungcheol whispers into your ear.

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you answer, grabbing a fistful of his locks.

Your muscles tighten around his length impossibly hard as your eyes roll into your head. You were right: it does feel like heaven when your orgasm hits you, leaving you shuddering from pleasure and barely able to think. Seungcheol follows soon: you can feel his dick throbbing and pulsing inside you as he comes. There are tears in his eyes, and he makes such sweet sounds that you want to fuck him again and again until you can’t move a single muscle in your body.

“That was–,“ he starts but doesn’t finish, seemingly lost for words.

You understand him completely – your legs are still shaking when he carefully puts you back on the ground. Since he already retreated, there’s nothing that could stop his seed from seeping out of you.

“Would you look at that mess,” you sigh, shaking your head as his cum slowly drips down your thighs.

Seungcheol’s on his knees in the blink of an eye, looking up at you for a split second before his tongue starts to lap on the skin of your inner thighs. Just when you’re about to tell him that he doesn’t need to, he throws one of your legs over his shoulder and buries his face between your legs.

“Fuck, Seungcheol,” you gasp, grabbing a handful of his hair as he licks your folds like a starved man.

You’re still not over the orgasm you had barely a moment ago, and you can feel another one approaching already. Your legs are shaking from the overstimulation, but you can’t bring yourself to care – it feels way too good.

“Honestly, you and your bloody talented tongue,” you cry out, clinging your fingers into his hair so hard that he lets out a painful moan.

It takes a lot of self-control to release his locks from your grasp, but you manage to do so somehow. Your legs start to shake once again, and you can feel the wave of pleasure approaching: it hits you even stronger than the previous orgasm, as you’re obviously more sensitive than before.

“Seungcheol,” you practically sob as you come right onto his face.

Clearly he’d like to lick your folds some more, but you’re having none of it: you push his face away almost immediately, trying to recover from the second high of the day. You can’t take any more of that, you’re sure of that.

“Thanks,” you say in a shaky voice as you lean against the wall to regain your balance.

The lower half of his face shines from your juices, and you’re not even surprised when he licks his lips before looking up at you.

“I really like you in this set, you know,” he says with an adorable smile adorning him face.

“Yeah, I can see that,” you chuckle, caressing his tangled hair.

“We should go shopping for some more underwear. If you want to, of course.”

You can’t help but laugh out loud at his not-so-subtle suggestion.

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

The wax spreads in beautiful patterns over his skin, some abstract, some flowers with crawling vines that spread up his chest and encircle a nipple. It’s a simple red, contrasting against the black silk that covers Seungcheol’s eyes – he gasps every time you drip the wax onto him, open mouthed and desperate like he had forgotten what you were doing.

It’s not particularly hot but when you peel a small piece away you can see the skin is slightly reddened underneath – he makes a sound of yearning when you drag a nail lightly over the place the wax had just been.

“How are you doing, baby?” Seungcheol never jumps at the sound of your voice, never seems startled when you speak to him – if anything he just relaxes more, tension that had been slowly building draining out all at once.

“Good – distant. Good.” He knows he’s not speaking in full sentences but he doesn’t bother feeling embarrassed over it – you coo softly at him that you love him and everything in his sightless world is perfectly right again.