Ship/Member: Seokmin/Minghao Major Tags: explicit sexual content Additional Tags: rule 63, pwp?, handmaiden-ish vibes, fantasising and yearning Permission to remix: Please ask Word count: 3169
hi. uh. i don’t really know what this is either. inspo came from the prompt and also this poem. enjoy…
[1/2]
***
Seokmin can see them from across the room. Seungcheol standing next to Minghao, looking at her with a suave smile. Minghao giggling at something he’s said. The pearls - the ones that Seokmin had worn just hours earlier - gleaming at her throat.
That is one of Seokmin’s many jobs: to wear the necklace during the day, to warm the pearls for Minghao so they shine with more lustre at night. Seokmin doesn’t see the point of it, really. Minghao’s laugh is brighter than any pearl, no matter how warm. But she does like feeling the weight of them on her as she goes about her day. It almost feels like it’s Minghao on her, over her, weighing down her neck the way she weighs down her thoughts.
Seokmin thinks about Minghao too much. She knows it’s true. No servant should be thinking about her mistress this much, certainly not like this - not in a way that makes her ache for the pearls to bind her, to tell Minghao that she belongs to her. But how can she help it? When Minghao looks like this - tall and willowy and beautiful, with silky hair and rosebud lips that occasionally bless her with a small smile - how can Seokmin not think about her?
She watches from a distance as Seungcheol makes her laugh again. Her throat closes up at the sight. She wants to tell Seungcheol to move away, that he isn’t the one who has seen Minghao cry over a lost ring, or who has seen her sip some green tea in her nightgown, or whose heat fills the pearls on her skin. But she can’t, of course she can’t. All she can do is watch.
At the end of the night, Minghao smiles as she bids Seungcheol adieu at the front gate. Seokmin knows that there is something between them, that all the other servants hope that Minghao will be married to him soon, so she won’t have to spend all her time alone in this big house. They don’t know what Seokmin knows, though. They don’t know that Seungcheol is no good for her. Seokmin is hardly good for her either, but at least she knows her. At least she can see Minghao for who she is - kind, and thoughtful, and delicate - rather than just as an heiress, rich and pretty and convenient.
The gate shuts, the front door is locked, and Minghao makes her way back up to her chambers. She doesn’t like to have any of the servants undress her at night. Seokmin doesn’t quite understand why. But it does mean that at the end of the night she can go to her own chambers, to think and dream and wonder.
***
Seokmin likes to think that if she were helping Minghao get ready for the night, it would go like this.
She follows Minghao to her room, closing the door gently behind her. She stands awkwardly near the door, watching Minghao sit at her dressing table. Minghao takes the clips and grips out of her hair, loosening it from the tight bun she kept it in that night. Her hair is long and glossy, so it falls over her shoulders, graceful in its bareness. Minghao brushes her hair slowly, taking her time, looking in the mirror with that determined look she gets when she wants something done right. That’s probably why her hair is so beautiful. Seokmin has always thought Minghao has beautiful hair.
Minghao ties it into a loose ponytail. Then she turns to look at Seokmin, light amusement in her voice, asking,
“Aren’t you going to come and help me? Or will you just stand there all night?”
Seokmin makes her way over before her knees could give out. “What do you need help with, my lady?” she’d ask.
“My face. Will you wipe my makeup off for me? I never quite manage to do it right when I try.”
Seokmin nods vigorously, rushing to fetch some damp cloths. Something about Minghao always makes her feel urgent, like she needs to answer to Minghao’s every whim or she’ll be thrown away. She’s back quickly enough, Minghao quirking an eyebrow up when she returns.
“You were very quick. Eager, are you?”
Seokmin gulps. Minghao doesn’t normally talk like that. She can be teasing, but normally she’s full of understanding. This is something else altogether, something that makes Seokmin’s guts coil.
“I’m just doing what will help you, my lady.”
“Well, go on then. Help me.”
Minghao’s eyes close, and Seokmin realises that she has to kneel in front of her to do it properly. So she does. She starts with Minghao’s eyes, wiping off the thin eyeliner and the mascara that makes her eyes look so big. She goes gently - the last thing she wants is to make her uncomfortable. Minghao isn’t uncomfortable, though. She’s relaxed, perfectly still, with Seokmin ensuring the last remnants of the makeup came off.
She uses a different cloth for the rest of her face. She starts with the forehead, gentle as ever, moving her hand up to the side of Minghao’s head to hold her still. Minghao’s breath hitches, almost imperceptibly. Her hair is just as silky as it looks under Seokmin’s hand, and it takes all Seokmin’s self-restraint not to grab it in her fingers.
She moves to Minghao’s cheeks, taking her time over the ridge of her high cheekbones. Minghao sighs in satisfaction as Seokmin drags the cloth over her cheeks, her fingers itching to touch Minghao’s bare skin. Seokmin starts to feel uncomfortable kneeling like this, but she would do anything if it would mean that she could feel Minghao’s light breath on her fingertips.
Finally, she runs a cloth over Minghao’s lips, savouring the plushness of them. The red wipes off, and Seokmin half-wishes that Minghao would paint her red instead. But she has a job to do.
When she's finished, she takes a moment to look at Minghao - skin a little red and raw and her eyes less defined and her lips less prominent, but still gorgeous. Seokmin feels, deep in her chest, how lucky she is. Even Seungcheol hasn't seen Minghao look like this.
“All finished, my lady,” Seokmin says, rising to her feet.
“Thank you, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao replies, voice still sparkling as her eyes open. “Now can you help me with my dress?”
She stands up, tucking the chair in, facing the mirror on the dressing table. She brings her plait over her shoulder, exposing the bare skin on the back of her neck. Seokmin’s throat feels dry.
“The zip is at the back,” Minghao adds, a little quieter, “so I can’t quite reach it myself.”
Seokmin moves over to her, catching sight of the zip at the top of the dress. She tries her hardest not to look at the smooth skin of Minghao’s shoulders, focusing instead on pulling the zip down carefully. The dress is expensive, like everything Minghao owns, so it’s best not to be too rough with it. Seokmin holds the top of the dress to keep it steady as the zip moves further and further down, exposing more of the white corset Minghao is wearing underneath. Somehow, that’s worse than if Minghao’s skin was bare - it gives her more of an excuse to look at Minghao, to keep her fingers close to her body but never quite touching it. Seokmin can’t look, so she glances up for a brief second. She’s startled when she finds Minghao looking at her through the mirror, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She averts her gaze back down immediately, feeling like she’s been caught.
Finally, the dress is fully unzipped, and Seokmin lets it go, letting it fall off Minghao’s shoulders loosely. Minghao smiles at Seokmin - properly this time, not through the mirror - and moves to the other end of the room to shrug it off completely, laying it out on a table. Seokmin just stares at her back, at the corset clinging to her slim figure, at the gentle curves of her waist.
“There’s one more thing I need your help with, Seokmin,” Minghao calls, moving back towards the mirror. “My necklace. Can you undo it for me?”
Seokmin’s heart jumps to her throat. The pearls that she had worn that morning are strung around Minghao’s neck. Seokmin can still feel the weight of them pulsing on her own skin, a phantom chain. Shaking slightly, she brings her hands up to the back of Minghao’s neck again, looking for the small clasp.
“You wore the pearls so well today,” Minghao says, voice barely a whisper.
“Sorry, my lady?” Seokmin asks, not sure she’s heard right.
“The necklace. You looked beautiful when you warmed it for me. I noticed.”
Seokmin’s fingers feel clammy as she fumbles with the clasp. “They’re more beautiful on you,” she replies, her tone just right for a compliment to her mistress.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. You are beautiful. The pearls only enhanced it. So beautiful, Seokmin-ah.”
Seokmin finally manages to undo the clasp. She rushes to get the necklace off Minghao and onto the dressing table. Once she puts it down, she moves to walk away, but Minghao grabs her wrist before she can try.
“Seokmin-ah,” she says, voice pitched a little lower. “You want to touch me, don’t you?”
“I-” Seokmin’s tongue is thick in her mouth. “My lady, I-”
“Don’t. I know how you look at me. I want you to touch me too.”
“My lady, I’m sorry- I- I couldn’t-”
“Do you need me to order you to do it? Touch me, Seokmin-ah.”
Minghao brings both of Seokmin’s hands to her waist. Seokmin’s hands relish the softness of the silk corset, even as Seokmin thinks this is a bad idea. She glances at the mirror for a brief second, and once again, Minghao is looking straight at her, almost daring her to stop.
Seokmin doesn’t want to stop.
Minghao turns in Seokmin’s arms, a gleam in her eye. Seokmin can’t help the way she spreads her hands wider, holding as much of Minghao’s waist as possible.
“Are you just going to keep looking at me like that?” she asks, no real bite to her voice.
“What do you want, my lady?”
“Kiss me, Seokmin-ah.”
Tentatively, Seokmin brings a hand to cup Minghao’s cheek, keeping the other splayed on her waist. Minghao leans into it, and Seokmin’s veins spark. She leans in and closes the distance between them. Minghao’s lips are soft, just as plush as they felt under Seokmin’s fingers, and Seokmin wants to commit them to memory.
Minghao pulls away for a brief second.
“Come on, now. I’m not delicate. You can do better than that.”
Seokmin’s pulse roars in her ears. She leans into Minghao again, kissing her a little rougher this time. She slides her tongue into Minghao’s mouth, running it over the backs of all her teeth, and she nips at Minghao’s bottom lip when she pulls away. The way Minghao’s breath hitches is music to her ears. As soon as she catches her breath, Minghao pulls her back in again, moving her hands from Seokmin’s waist up to her shoulder blades.
“You can- you can take your clothes off, if you want,” Minghao says through a sigh.
Seokmin takes it as an order. She strips herself of her dowdy servant’s gown and her undergarments, feeling Minghao’s eyes roam over her body. When was the last time anyone had seen her like this? Seokmin doesn’t remember. It doesn’t even matter. When she moves back to kiss Minghao again, she doesn’t want to think about doing this with anyone else.
Minghao steers her towards the bed, pulling Seokmin on top of her. They break apart for a moment, just watching each other breathe.
“My lady,” Seokmin asks, voice scratchy, “may I take your corset off?”
“Please do,” Minghao replies.
Seokmin shifts so she is close to Minghao’s front, undoing the loops and clasps of her corset with trembling fingers. After so long, she can finally feel the skin she has only dreamt of. Her lady has always been so kind. Minghao herself shuffles around, pulling down her underwear and throwing it off the bed.
After what feels like years, Seokmin manages to undo the corset, sliding it off of Minghao slowly. She looks carefully at where she’s putting it on the floor, not quite ready to look at Minghao yet.
“Seokmin-ah?” Minghao calls when Seokmin has turned away for long enough. “Aren’t you coming back to me?”
Taking a deep breath, Seokmin turns to face Minghao. There’s a small smile on her face, but Seokmin can tell she’s nervous too - she can read it in the stiffness of her limbs, the tension in her shoulders. That won’t do. Minghao can’t enjoy herself if she’s nervous, and Seokmin wants her to enjoy herself.
She moves over to Minghao, heart thrumming as Minghao lies back against the pillows easily, without Seokmin even asking her to. With her knees caging Minghao’s hips, she leans down to kiss her, long and soft, relishing the way Minghao’s pretty mouth opens up for her.
“What do you want, my lady?” Seokmin asks against the line of Minghao’s jaw.
“I- Whatever you want, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao replies, breathless and wanting, head tilted up to let Seokmin reach her neck.
Seokmin presses kisses along her neck, deliberately wet. When she reaches Minghao’s collarbone, she bites down gently, spurred on by Minghao’s gasps. She doesn’t want to leave a mark - that would lead to too many questions - but she does want Minghao to make those sounds for her. She continues mouthing down Minghao’s chest, running the pad of her thumb over her nipple, smiling to herself at Minghao’s high-pitched whine.
She continues kissing her way down Minghao’s stomach, stopping just below her navel.
“My lady,” she says, “can I-”
“Yes, yes, please, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao cuts in, “just make me feel good.”
Seokmin can do that. Whatever pleases her mistress - that’s what’s important.
“Put your knees up, my lady,” she says, trying not to make her voice too commanding.
Minghao does as she’s told, bringing her knees up and keeping her feet flat on the bed. Seokmin kisses and nips at the inside of her thighs, and something in her swells when she sees the way Minghao’s eyes close, her eyebrows furrowing. Distantly, she wonders whether Minghao has done this before - she wonders how many people Minghao has brought to their knees, men or women. Seokmin wants to think she’s the only one, even if she’s wrong. There’s something heady in the thought that she might be the only one to see her lady like this.
She uses her hands to spread Minghao’s legs further apart. Minghao’s already so wet, just from Seokmin kissing her and touching her, and that makes Seokmin feel more capable than she ever knew she could feel. Slowly, she drags her tongue in Minghao’s folds, and the soft moan Minghao lets out is worth at least a hundred pearl necklaces. Seokmin grips Minghao’s thighs tight as she keeps going, moving from Minghao’s clit to her entrance.
[FILL] her lady's wishes
Major Tags: explicit sexual content
Additional Tags: rule 63, pwp?, handmaiden-ish vibes, fantasising and yearning
Permission to remix: Please ask
Word count: 3169
hi. uh. i don’t really know what this is either. inspo came from the prompt and also this poem. enjoy…
[1/2]
***
Seokmin can see them from across the room. Seungcheol standing next to Minghao, looking at her with a suave smile. Minghao giggling at something he’s said. The pearls - the ones that Seokmin had worn just hours earlier - gleaming at her throat.
That is one of Seokmin’s many jobs: to wear the necklace during the day, to warm the pearls for Minghao so they shine with more lustre at night. Seokmin doesn’t see the point of it, really. Minghao’s laugh is brighter than any pearl, no matter how warm. But she does like feeling the weight of them on her as she goes about her day. It almost feels like it’s Minghao on her, over her, weighing down her neck the way she weighs down her thoughts.
Seokmin thinks about Minghao too much. She knows it’s true. No servant should be thinking about her mistress this much, certainly not like this - not in a way that makes her ache for the pearls to bind her, to tell Minghao that she belongs to her. But how can she help it? When Minghao looks like this - tall and willowy and beautiful, with silky hair and rosebud lips that occasionally bless her with a small smile - how can Seokmin not think about her?
She watches from a distance as Seungcheol makes her laugh again. Her throat closes up at the sight. She wants to tell Seungcheol to move away, that he isn’t the one who has seen Minghao cry over a lost ring, or who has seen her sip some green tea in her nightgown, or whose heat fills the pearls on her skin. But she can’t, of course she can’t. All she can do is watch.
At the end of the night, Minghao smiles as she bids Seungcheol adieu at the front gate. Seokmin knows that there is something between them, that all the other servants hope that Minghao will be married to him soon, so she won’t have to spend all her time alone in this big house. They don’t know what Seokmin knows, though. They don’t know that Seungcheol is no good for her. Seokmin is hardly good for her either, but at least she knows her. At least she can see Minghao for who she is - kind, and thoughtful, and delicate - rather than just as an heiress, rich and pretty and convenient.
The gate shuts, the front door is locked, and Minghao makes her way back up to her chambers. She doesn’t like to have any of the servants undress her at night. Seokmin doesn’t quite understand why. But it does mean that at the end of the night she can go to her own chambers, to think and dream and wonder.
***
Seokmin likes to think that if she were helping Minghao get ready for the night, it would go like this.
She follows Minghao to her room, closing the door gently behind her. She stands awkwardly near the door, watching Minghao sit at her dressing table. Minghao takes the clips and grips out of her hair, loosening it from the tight bun she kept it in that night. Her hair is long and glossy, so it falls over her shoulders, graceful in its bareness. Minghao brushes her hair slowly, taking her time, looking in the mirror with that determined look she gets when she wants something done right. That’s probably why her hair is so beautiful. Seokmin has always thought Minghao has beautiful hair.
Minghao ties it into a loose ponytail. Then she turns to look at Seokmin, light amusement in her voice, asking,
“Aren’t you going to come and help me? Or will you just stand there all night?”
Seokmin makes her way over before her knees could give out. “What do you need help with, my lady?” she’d ask.
“My face. Will you wipe my makeup off for me? I never quite manage to do it right when I try.”
Seokmin nods vigorously, rushing to fetch some damp cloths. Something about Minghao always makes her feel urgent, like she needs to answer to Minghao’s every whim or she’ll be thrown away. She’s back quickly enough, Minghao quirking an eyebrow up when she returns.
“You were very quick. Eager, are you?”
Seokmin gulps. Minghao doesn’t normally talk like that. She can be teasing, but normally she’s full of understanding. This is something else altogether, something that makes Seokmin’s guts coil.
“I’m just doing what will help you, my lady.”
“Well, go on then. Help me.”
Minghao’s eyes close, and Seokmin realises that she has to kneel in front of her to do it properly. So she does. She starts with Minghao’s eyes, wiping off the thin eyeliner and the mascara that makes her eyes look so big. She goes gently - the last thing she wants is to make her uncomfortable. Minghao isn’t uncomfortable, though. She’s relaxed, perfectly still, with Seokmin ensuring the last remnants of the makeup came off.
She uses a different cloth for the rest of her face. She starts with the forehead, gentle as ever, moving her hand up to the side of Minghao’s head to hold her still. Minghao’s breath hitches, almost imperceptibly. Her hair is just as silky as it looks under Seokmin’s hand, and it takes all Seokmin’s self-restraint not to grab it in her fingers.
She moves to Minghao’s cheeks, taking her time over the ridge of her high cheekbones. Minghao sighs in satisfaction as Seokmin drags the cloth over her cheeks, her fingers itching to touch Minghao’s bare skin. Seokmin starts to feel uncomfortable kneeling like this, but she would do anything if it would mean that she could feel Minghao’s light breath on her fingertips.
Finally, she runs a cloth over Minghao’s lips, savouring the plushness of them. The red wipes off, and Seokmin half-wishes that Minghao would paint her red instead. But she has a job to do.
When she's finished, she takes a moment to look at Minghao - skin a little red and raw and her eyes less defined and her lips less prominent, but still gorgeous. Seokmin feels, deep in her chest, how lucky she is. Even Seungcheol hasn't seen Minghao look like this.
“All finished, my lady,” Seokmin says, rising to her feet.
“Thank you, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao replies, voice still sparkling as her eyes open. “Now can you help me with my dress?”
She stands up, tucking the chair in, facing the mirror on the dressing table. She brings her plait over her shoulder, exposing the bare skin on the back of her neck. Seokmin’s throat feels dry.
“The zip is at the back,” Minghao adds, a little quieter, “so I can’t quite reach it myself.”
Seokmin moves over to her, catching sight of the zip at the top of the dress. She tries her hardest not to look at the smooth skin of Minghao’s shoulders, focusing instead on pulling the zip down carefully. The dress is expensive, like everything Minghao owns, so it’s best not to be too rough with it. Seokmin holds the top of the dress to keep it steady as the zip moves further and further down, exposing more of the white corset Minghao is wearing underneath. Somehow, that’s worse than if Minghao’s skin was bare - it gives her more of an excuse to look at Minghao, to keep her fingers close to her body but never quite touching it. Seokmin can’t look, so she glances up for a brief second. She’s startled when she finds Minghao looking at her through the mirror, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. She averts her gaze back down immediately, feeling like she’s been caught.
Finally, the dress is fully unzipped, and Seokmin lets it go, letting it fall off Minghao’s shoulders loosely. Minghao smiles at Seokmin - properly this time, not through the mirror - and moves to the other end of the room to shrug it off completely, laying it out on a table. Seokmin just stares at her back, at the corset clinging to her slim figure, at the gentle curves of her waist.
“There’s one more thing I need your help with, Seokmin,” Minghao calls, moving back towards the mirror. “My necklace. Can you undo it for me?”
Seokmin’s heart jumps to her throat. The pearls that she had worn that morning are strung around Minghao’s neck. Seokmin can still feel the weight of them pulsing on her own skin, a phantom chain. Shaking slightly, she brings her hands up to the back of Minghao’s neck again, looking for the small clasp.
“You wore the pearls so well today,” Minghao says, voice barely a whisper.
“Sorry, my lady?” Seokmin asks, not sure she’s heard right.
“The necklace. You looked beautiful when you warmed it for me. I noticed.”
Seokmin’s fingers feel clammy as she fumbles with the clasp. “They’re more beautiful on you,” she replies, her tone just right for a compliment to her mistress.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant. You are beautiful. The pearls only enhanced it. So beautiful, Seokmin-ah.”
Seokmin finally manages to undo the clasp. She rushes to get the necklace off Minghao and onto the dressing table. Once she puts it down, she moves to walk away, but Minghao grabs her wrist before she can try.
“Seokmin-ah,” she says, voice pitched a little lower. “You want to touch me, don’t you?”
“I-” Seokmin’s tongue is thick in her mouth. “My lady, I-”
“Don’t. I know how you look at me. I want you to touch me too.”
“My lady, I’m sorry- I- I couldn’t-”
“Do you need me to order you to do it? Touch me, Seokmin-ah.”
Minghao brings both of Seokmin’s hands to her waist. Seokmin’s hands relish the softness of the silk corset, even as Seokmin thinks this is a bad idea. She glances at the mirror for a brief second, and once again, Minghao is looking straight at her, almost daring her to stop.
Seokmin doesn’t want to stop.
Minghao turns in Seokmin’s arms, a gleam in her eye. Seokmin can’t help the way she spreads her hands wider, holding as much of Minghao’s waist as possible.
“Are you just going to keep looking at me like that?” she asks, no real bite to her voice.
“What do you want, my lady?”
“Kiss me, Seokmin-ah.”
Tentatively, Seokmin brings a hand to cup Minghao’s cheek, keeping the other splayed on her waist. Minghao leans into it, and Seokmin’s veins spark. She leans in and closes the distance between them. Minghao’s lips are soft, just as plush as they felt under Seokmin’s fingers, and Seokmin wants to commit them to memory.
Minghao pulls away for a brief second.
“Come on, now. I’m not delicate. You can do better than that.”
Seokmin’s pulse roars in her ears. She leans into Minghao again, kissing her a little rougher this time. She slides her tongue into Minghao’s mouth, running it over the backs of all her teeth, and she nips at Minghao’s bottom lip when she pulls away. The way Minghao’s breath hitches is music to her ears. As soon as she catches her breath, Minghao pulls her back in again, moving her hands from Seokmin’s waist up to her shoulder blades.
“You can- you can take your clothes off, if you want,” Minghao says through a sigh.
Seokmin takes it as an order. She strips herself of her dowdy servant’s gown and her undergarments, feeling Minghao’s eyes roam over her body. When was the last time anyone had seen her like this? Seokmin doesn’t remember. It doesn’t even matter. When she moves back to kiss Minghao again, she doesn’t want to think about doing this with anyone else.
Minghao steers her towards the bed, pulling Seokmin on top of her. They break apart for a moment, just watching each other breathe.
“My lady,” Seokmin asks, voice scratchy, “may I take your corset off?”
“Please do,” Minghao replies.
Seokmin shifts so she is close to Minghao’s front, undoing the loops and clasps of her corset with trembling fingers. After so long, she can finally feel the skin she has only dreamt of. Her lady has always been so kind. Minghao herself shuffles around, pulling down her underwear and throwing it off the bed.
After what feels like years, Seokmin manages to undo the corset, sliding it off of Minghao slowly. She looks carefully at where she’s putting it on the floor, not quite ready to look at Minghao yet.
“Seokmin-ah?” Minghao calls when Seokmin has turned away for long enough. “Aren’t you coming back to me?”
Taking a deep breath, Seokmin turns to face Minghao. There’s a small smile on her face, but Seokmin can tell she’s nervous too - she can read it in the stiffness of her limbs, the tension in her shoulders. That won’t do. Minghao can’t enjoy herself if she’s nervous, and Seokmin wants her to enjoy herself.
She moves over to Minghao, heart thrumming as Minghao lies back against the pillows easily, without Seokmin even asking her to. With her knees caging Minghao’s hips, she leans down to kiss her, long and soft, relishing the way Minghao’s pretty mouth opens up for her.
“What do you want, my lady?” Seokmin asks against the line of Minghao’s jaw.
“I- Whatever you want, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao replies, breathless and wanting, head tilted up to let Seokmin reach her neck.
Seokmin presses kisses along her neck, deliberately wet. When she reaches Minghao’s collarbone, she bites down gently, spurred on by Minghao’s gasps. She doesn’t want to leave a mark - that would lead to too many questions - but she does want Minghao to make those sounds for her. She continues mouthing down Minghao’s chest, running the pad of her thumb over her nipple, smiling to herself at Minghao’s high-pitched whine.
She continues kissing her way down Minghao’s stomach, stopping just below her navel.
“My lady,” she says, “can I-”
“Yes, yes, please, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao cuts in, “just make me feel good.”
Seokmin can do that. Whatever pleases her mistress - that’s what’s important.
“Put your knees up, my lady,” she says, trying not to make her voice too commanding.
Minghao does as she’s told, bringing her knees up and keeping her feet flat on the bed. Seokmin kisses and nips at the inside of her thighs, and something in her swells when she sees the way Minghao’s eyes close, her eyebrows furrowing. Distantly, she wonders whether Minghao has done this before - she wonders how many people Minghao has brought to their knees, men or women. Seokmin wants to think she’s the only one, even if she’s wrong. There’s something heady in the thought that she might be the only one to see her lady like this.
She uses her hands to spread Minghao’s legs further apart. Minghao’s already so wet, just from Seokmin kissing her and touching her, and that makes Seokmin feel more capable than she ever knew she could feel. Slowly, she drags her tongue in Minghao’s folds, and the soft moan Minghao lets out is worth at least a hundred pearl necklaces. Seokmin grips Minghao’s thighs tight as she keeps going, moving from Minghao’s clit to her entrance.
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