When Minghao’s finally open enough, Seokmin pushes her tongue inside. Minghao’s thighs clench tight around her, and she moans louder than before. Seokmin can’t see her face, but she can imagine it - maybe her eyes are shut tight with her eyebrows knitted together, or maybe her head has tilted all the way back to the ceiling, exposing the delicate skin of her neck. Seokmin keeps going, feeling rewarded when Minghao’s hips rut down against her tongue and she makes gentle noises with each movement.
It doesn’t take long for Minghao to orgasm. She’s so sensitive, so responsive, and Seokmin can tell exactly when she needs to rub Minghao’s clit to get her over the edge. When Minghao finally comes down from the high, Seokmin moves to kneel on the bed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Seokmin lies down next to Minghao, not sure what to do. She doesn’t expect Minghao to sling a knee over her thighs, to kiss and bite along Seokmin’s neck.
“W- was that good for you, my lady?” Seokmin just about manages to ask.
Minghao is on top of Seokmin now, pressing kisses all over her face - a little too tender, considering what they’ve just been doing.
“So good, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao answers, “you were so good. You always are, so good for me. Now can I make you feel good?”
Seokmin’s throat feels like sandpaper as she nods. Minghao smiles wryly, before holding down Seokmin’s arms and swirling her tongue around her nipple. Seokmin whimpers in spite of herself, not really able to touch her back. Minghao spends what feels like a century mouthing at her breasts before Seokmin has to say,
“My lady- please, I-”
“It’s alright, Seokmin-ah. I’ll take care of you.”
And she does. She has Seokmin moaning for most of the night, and when she’s done they wrap themselves around each other and fall asleep. In the morning, Seokmin wakes up to the sun peeking through the curtains, and to Minghao smiling at her, tucking a loose strand of her behind her ear.
Seokmin smiles back.
***
Seokmin actually wakes up to the bell that calls the servants to rise every day. The sun has not even begun its labour, but Seokmin wakes up knowing she has to sweep floors and dust mantels. There is nobody for Seokmin to wake up to - nobody except her own shame.
She sees Minghao when she dusts the drawing room. She offered to come back later, when Minghao wasn’t busy, but Minghao said she didn’t mind.
“Are you alright?” Minghao asks, out of nowhere. “You seem a little distracted today.”
“I’m sorry, my lady, I- well, I’m afraid I didn’t sleep too well last night,” Seokmin replies.
Minghao doesn’t have to know that Seokmin was thinking of her.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope tonight is better for you,” Minghao responds sympathetically.
Seokmin has never known a lady like Minghao to be so nice to her servants, to be so genuinely caring for them. Her lady has always been so kind.
“By the way,” Minghao says, “Seungcheol-ssi is coming over.”
Again? Seokmin wants to ask. She holds her tongue, even as it chokes her throat.
“He’ll be coming in the evening,” Minghao continues, “so can you warm the pearls for me again today? You did it so well yesterday.”
Seokmin tries to ignore the heat rising to her cheeks at Minghao’s words, at the thought of Minghao’s pearls around her neck again - and yet she can’t quite help it. Something burns in Seokmin’s core at the thought of everyone in the house knowing she is Minghao’s, that Minghao has her wrapped around her little finger like the pearls wrapped around her throat.
Seokmin gives Minghao a small smile. “As you wish, my lady.”
Re: [FILL] her lady's wishes
When Minghao’s finally open enough, Seokmin pushes her tongue inside. Minghao’s thighs clench tight around her, and she moans louder than before. Seokmin can’t see her face, but she can imagine it - maybe her eyes are shut tight with her eyebrows knitted together, or maybe her head has tilted all the way back to the ceiling, exposing the delicate skin of her neck. Seokmin keeps going, feeling rewarded when Minghao’s hips rut down against her tongue and she makes gentle noises with each movement.
It doesn’t take long for Minghao to orgasm. She’s so sensitive, so responsive, and Seokmin can tell exactly when she needs to rub Minghao’s clit to get her over the edge. When Minghao finally comes down from the high, Seokmin moves to kneel on the bed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Seokmin-ah,” Minghao calls, voice airy, “come here.”
Seokmin lies down next to Minghao, not sure what to do. She doesn’t expect Minghao to sling a knee over her thighs, to kiss and bite along Seokmin’s neck.
“W- was that good for you, my lady?” Seokmin just about manages to ask.
Minghao is on top of Seokmin now, pressing kisses all over her face - a little too tender, considering what they’ve just been doing.
“So good, Seokmin-ah,” Minghao answers, “you were so good. You always are, so good for me. Now can I make you feel good?”
Seokmin’s throat feels like sandpaper as she nods. Minghao smiles wryly, before holding down Seokmin’s arms and swirling her tongue around her nipple. Seokmin whimpers in spite of herself, not really able to touch her back. Minghao spends what feels like a century mouthing at her breasts before Seokmin has to say,
“My lady- please, I-”
“It’s alright, Seokmin-ah. I’ll take care of you.”
And she does. She has Seokmin moaning for most of the night, and when she’s done they wrap themselves around each other and fall asleep. In the morning, Seokmin wakes up to the sun peeking through the curtains, and to Minghao smiling at her, tucking a loose strand of her behind her ear.
Seokmin smiles back.
***
Seokmin actually wakes up to the bell that calls the servants to rise every day. The sun has not even begun its labour, but Seokmin wakes up knowing she has to sweep floors and dust mantels. There is nobody for Seokmin to wake up to - nobody except her own shame.
She sees Minghao when she dusts the drawing room. She offered to come back later, when Minghao wasn’t busy, but Minghao said she didn’t mind.
“Are you alright?” Minghao asks, out of nowhere. “You seem a little distracted today.”
“I’m sorry, my lady, I- well, I’m afraid I didn’t sleep too well last night,” Seokmin replies.
Minghao doesn’t have to know that Seokmin was thinking of her.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I hope tonight is better for you,” Minghao responds sympathetically.
Seokmin has never known a lady like Minghao to be so nice to her servants, to be so genuinely caring for them. Her lady has always been so kind.
“By the way,” Minghao says, “Seungcheol-ssi is coming over.”
Again? Seokmin wants to ask. She holds her tongue, even as it chokes her throat.
“He’ll be coming in the evening,” Minghao continues, “so can you warm the pearls for me again today? You did it so well yesterday.”
Seokmin tries to ignore the heat rising to her cheeks at Minghao’s words, at the thought of Minghao’s pearls around her neck again - and yet she can’t quite help it. Something burns in Seokmin’s core at the thought of everyone in the house knowing she is Minghao’s, that Minghao has her wrapped around her little finger like the pearls wrapped around her throat.
Seokmin gives Minghao a small smile. “As you wish, my lady.”