This is a gift for cupcake @sabomuii! She’s the person who got me into MysMe, so I thought this would be fitting. Yoosung is probably one of her favorite characters in the game and sunflowers are beautiful, so this came out!!! I never drew flowers before but I hope it looks okay. ;v;
Home is where the pants aren’t. He even made it into a sign. For you, home was his hoodie, which you promptly slipped into every time he took it off. Along with his scent, it held his warmth, the one that irradiated from his laughter. When he wasn’t smiling or laughing this warmth was only present in the hoodie, you were sure of it. The feeling it gave you was indescribable.
Just as indescribably he felt when he noticed. After hours working on a new robot, he looked up just as you were passing by. You wore his hoodie as usual, but maybe it was the speed of your steps or the light that had been coming into the room or a funky wire in his robot…whatever it was it provoked an electric surge in his heart.
But your legs looked particularly enticing that day. The way your butt playfully peeked from underneath the yellow trim of the hoodie. The sleeves ate your hands and only the very tip of your fingers peeked through. You yawned, looking for something in the living room. Your hair was a glorious mess and your face slightly puffy.
You approached the bookshelf and tiptoed to look into the higher shelves. Saeyoung felt his heart skip more than one beat. Your legs tensed and your butt perked up. With your back to him, he could not see it, but he was fully aware you were now chewing your lip in that adorable way you did when your impatience started to creep in.
The hoodie was so big. It was the way he liked it on him…and now on you. It's generosity wrapped around you without pretenses, slouching lazily over your form, letting you be.
Your tiny victory squeal made him smile, as you reached further and grabbed whatever you were trying to find. He shook his head when he saw the yellow bag of chips in your hands. You had found his secret stash. He saw you shyly open it and look around. His heart melted as your eyes met his and he could not help but laugh out loud when your eyes, your wonderful eyes, widened with surprise. Your cheeks burst into flames as you slowly chewed the one chip in your mouth.
Home, where the love of your life takes your hoodie hostage and scavenges for your snacks.
Home, where the once empty halls were now filled to the brim with his and your running steps, laughter, and threats of tickles.
I just needed to thank you for your Meeting Mary fic, you are doing the lord's work and I'm not entirely convinced you aren't me, or didnt write it specifically for me, bless. I've never read a 707 fic so good, and you got the essence of the love of the cross-dressing/genderbend thing so flawlessly I'm dying. But now I can die happy. Thank you. Bless you.
Aaahhh!!! Omg! Thank you so much for your words! I am so glad you liked it! :’)
A/N: Long time no see, but there was no way I would not post something for their birthday! Enjoy!
Word count: Approx. 6815
MCx Saeyoung
Spoilers!
As usual, love and reblog but don’t repost plox. :3
The TV gave the news to an empty sofa, the anchor trying their best to beat the racket that the red haired master of the house was making in the kitchen. It was always his turn to do the dishes since after he managed to burn pasta, the meal making belonged to you.
While he scrubbed away, your fresh face looked at you in the mirror of the bedroom. A shower after dinner always made your sleep that much more enriching. Yet, you didn’t feel too sleepy and had decided to rummage through your makeup bag and play with it. As the jingle of a commercial for a new drink serenaded you, the first bit of eye-shadow began to color your lids.
You sat on the floor, in front of the body mirror. Minutes later, the makeup laid sprawled all over the floor. Brushes, sponges, palettes, creams, colors, and glitters. You had way more than what you would need on most days. On a day like today, however, you needed it all. Experimentation was a colorful disaster on your face and you giggled to yourself as the failed attempt at a winged eyeliner became twirls down your temple. From the mirror, you saw your beloved walk into the room. He stopped when he noticed the mess around his crossed legged fiance.
“Hi!” You said cheerily.
“Hey!” He responded, just as cheerily. “What are you doing?
You shrugged. “Just messing around with makeup.”
“Ooohhh!!! Do me! Do me!”
He made his way to you quickly and after carefully clearing some space beside you, he sat on the floor, a grin on his face. He took off his glasses and closed his eyes.
“Make me pretty.” He requested with a big smile.
You got on your knees and began to look for an eye primer on the floor. “Or what?” You asked, as your hands moved products away.
“I will ask for my money back!”
“Sorry, no refunds.”
You dabbed the primer gently on his eyelid. For a guy that ate mostly crap food, his skin didn’t show it. “So, Mrs. Choi, what look are we going for today?”
He cleared his throat. “I will have you know, that, it’s Miss Choi, now.”
You gasped as you began to put face primer on him. “Miss? Whatever happened to the mister?”
He delicately put his hand to his chest. “Why, that cheating bastard. Caught him with the maid.”
“With Mary? That floozy!”
He nodded. “I knew she was trouble.”
“It must be the red hair, madam.”
He raised an eyebrow, his eyes still shut as you began to dab glittery red eye-shadow, the only kind of red you had on hand, to fill it in.
“Oh yes, you see, red hair ignites a fire in the heart of the chosen one,” you said. “Indeed, Miss Choi, there was no hope for your marriage the moment that ruby haired temptress walked in.”
He smiled and opened his eyes. Dropping all pretense, he asked, “A fire in the heart, huh?”
The amber in his eyes, so warm and familiar, had inadvertently made your breath falter for a moment. To your surprise, you blushed.
“It’s...beautiful, after all.”
You blinked, astonished that he could make your existence tilt so easily. His smile widened, your flushed state pleasing to him. He closed his eyes.
“Well dear,” he said. His voice was high and silly again “Even if you were right, I need to meet a new man, and soon!”
“I will make you so beautiful, that Jumin Han himself will ask for your hand in marriage, and Zen the actor, raging in jealousy, will challenge him to a joust!”
He laughed, his voice unable to hold the pitch. The depth of his voice weighed on your heart.
“A joust? In this day and age?”
“Oh yes, in the middle of Seoul, madam. The battle for your heart deserves no less!”
He sniggered and then the two of you burst into laughter. Moments later, he composed himself and took a deep breath. His head had been moving and it was making it difficult for you to apply the first strokes of eyeshadow.
“Ohhhh!” he suddenly said, “Can you do a smokey eye?”
You nodded, even though you were not sure if your skills would yield a good one. Still, you began to layer and blend. As you worked, you could feel him relax. A cozy silence settled as you worked. At this closeness, in the light of the room, it felt as if you were seeing his face for the first time. His almost translucent skin would easily redden with even the gentlest of strokes, as if it came alive for a second, only to dim down again. You traced with your eyes the slight lines around his, marks of the years spent in front of a screen. Tenderly, you covered the dark circles that were still leftover from the countless nights spent working away. The amber of his eyes shone like it hadn’t in a lifetime, hues of gold and brown glinting back at you whenever he opened his eyes to take a small break. The eyelashes framing them were full and brimming with as much fire as his head. Even as you brushed mascara on them, the red peeked through. It made for a very pretty effect. His breath, perennially sweet, escaped his slightly dry lips and warmed your working wrists. A smile gently appeared on your face as you noticed that the timid constellation of freckles that had begun to appear on his nose and cheeks was becoming more noticeable. You had blended the makeup around them, unwilling to cover them up. Those were new, a gift of his renewed days spent out and about in broad daylight.
“Now, part your lips for me,” you asked gently. You’d chosen a soft color, to contrast with the bombshell eyes you had managed to conjure. After a few moments, you leaned back and admired your work.
Once more, you were surprised. Even with your amateur job, Saeyoung looked beautiful. You felt life wasn’t fair, as you were sure that you would not look half as good as he did in the same makeup. As you stared, he began to blink, unsure.
“How does it look?” he asked.
You nodded and pointed to the mirror. He turned and gasped.
“Holy mother of-I look- what…”
“You can get any man Madam Choi…”
Or woman, you thought. You gulped, as to your surprise, a familiar feeling began to creep within you. Saeyoung couldn’t stop looking at himself.
“I wish I had you do my makeup when I was an agent! This is awesome!”
You smiled, satisfied. He produced his phone from his pocket and took a few pictures. He then stopped, announced he would be right back and left the room. You began to pick up the make-up, flabbergasted. You hadn’t thought that seeing him with makeup would turn you on. He wouldn’t find it weird, of course, but he might tease you if you confessed. As you heard his steps approach the room, you took a deep breath. You resolved to not let it show.
“Ta-da!”
You looked up. He was wearing a long, red wig. Your resolve melted right into your underwear. You blinked.
“Do you think I can fool Zen again?”
You nodded and kept picking up brushes. He took a few more pictures. You kept picking up in silence.
“Are you okay?” he asked suddenly.
Deep in thought, you were startled. The open makeup bag jumped out of your hands and everything spilled back to the floor. A couple of the powders actually broke. The red in your cheeks was the final touch. Your body had betrayed you and he caught on dangerously quick. A wide smile broke across his face.
“You...like it, don’t you?”
The heat on your face intensified and you shoved him. He lost balance and fell to the floor. He laughed. You passed by him, mumbling something about going to get some water. He grabbed your ankle.
“Don’t go! You can tell me if you like it.”
He sat up, a big smile on his face. When you turned, he batted his eyelashes playfully.
“So…” he said.
You looked at the floor, feeling dumb for feeling so coy. You chewed your lip and took a deep breath.
“Would you wear your maid outfit?”
Your heart thumped. Your vocal chords had decided to break the restraints in your mind. Hearing your voice say it felt surreal. Your nervousness mixed in with the arousal that imagining him in the dress gave you. To this day, you hadn’t seen him crossdress. You looked up, he was blushing too. His hands gripped at the hem of his pants, his knuckles had paled with strain.
“Y-you...you want to see Mary?”
You nodded locking your eyes into his. He nodded and left the room. You sat on the bed, impatient, excited. You played and fumbled with the hem of your night shirt and chewed your lip. Your chest felt tight and no matter how calm you thought you were, the air wasn’t getting to your lungs properly.
You heard steps. You gulped. He had heels. By the sound of it, he was walking with ease on them, too. He stopped by the door, which was ajar. He had the audacity to knock. His hand gripped at the side of the door and you saw a hint of a frilly cuff. He knocked again.
“C-come in.”
Your voice was a puddle. You cleared your throat as the door creaked open. A moment later, Mary, in all her fiery glory stood before you.
She was a blushing mess.
You were a blushing mess.
Saeyoung had not forgotten a single detail. The black and white ensemble looked like it was pulled out of a sweet dream. Utterly fascinated, you took in every sight. His black heels tied at his ankles with a generous bow and contrasted with the opaque white stockings that ran up his legs. A mischievous hint of his pale skin lay between the tight seams around his thighs and the wide, girly skirt. Even in the middle of your marvel, you couldn’t help but notice how smart the costume was. The poofy sleeves evened out the broadness of his shoulders. The wide choker hid his Adam's apple and helped his neck look thinner. The cuffs on his wrists had the same effect, adding delicacy to his long fingers. The frills and lace that peeked from underneath the skirt and adorned the dress filled the eyes with visions of pure femininity and just made him look lovely. His vamped-up eyes imparted a very seductive contrast with the sweetness of the dress, making the perversion of it all that much more intense.
He licked his lips nervously and began to approach you. Seeing his skirt bob playfully as he moved closer to you made you wetter with anticipation. He stopped a few inches away and smiled coyly.
“What do you think?”
You looked up at him and nodded. He chuckled. Confidence began to brighten up his face, making him even more beautiful to you. This close, the delicacy began to chip, showing hints of the man underneath. The dichotomy was unbearable and your heart felt like it was about to burst. It was then you felt like he was the end all. His presence was overwhelming, warming up your very core. As the urge to have him created a well between your thighs, your heart roared with nothing but love. Yet, his eyes were dull.
“Are you comfortable with this, Saeyoung?”
He shrugged. “I hadn’t brought it up, because...as much as we joke, I wasn’t sure if you would actually want to see me crossdress.”
The vulnerability in his voice echoed in the room. You took his hands in yours and brought them to your lips. You kissed them.
“I want to see all of you, everything you are. I will love every part of you, always.”
You looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back, truly happy.
“We are such saps.” he said, chuckling off the sweet heaviness in the air.
You nodded. “Is Mary a sap too?”
He shook his head. His mischief resurfaced.“Mary is a heartbreaker. She won’t be tied down.”
You grabbed his wrists and pulled him down to you.
“Oh yeah?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with defiance. He looked into your eyes and nodded. “We’ll see about that.”
He laughed. “So...what will you have your maid do?”
A thought crossed your mind, you bit your lip.
“Do you...have any panties on, by any chance?”
He shook his head, feeling slightly disappointed that he didn’t.
“Would you wear a pair of mine?”
His face lit up, like a kid who was told that he could have anything he wanted at a toy store. He nodded enthusiastically.
You got up and rummaged through your drawer, knowing exactly which ones you wanted him to wear. Digging around, a few things fell off to the floor. After finding the piece you had in mind, you turned to him and showed with pride the panties. The smile on his face widened. He clasped his hands to his mouth and gasped.
“I love those!” he said, unable to contain the giddiness. The pair was quickly snatched out of your hands. Excited, you turned around to let him put them on.You did not want to spoil anything and wanted to admire how they looked whenever the evening led you to lift Mary’s skirt. You hear the slight rustle as he slid them on and made sure they fit properly.
“Alright...done!”
He sat on the bed, his hands on his lap, happily waiting for you.
You smiled back and bit your lip. In your time together, Seven mostly took the reigns whenever you had sex. Even when you took initiative, at some point he would take over. It was subconscious, but you wondered if he would be able to let go as Mary. Moreso, you wondered if you would be able to keep up and guide the both of you through to the end. You hadn’t really role-played either; this was all uncharted territory.Clasping your hands over your lips, you took a deep breath. Like fireworks, excitement imploded in your chest.
“W-would you walk for me?”
He nodded and got up from the bed. You sat and he began to take languid and coquette steps. Saeyoung was scarily good at walking in heels. His hips were still a bit stiff, but, it was as if his mannish demeanor completely disappeared. You felt your lips tremble, as your breath escaped your lips. After a few steps, he turned with one hand on his hip, a confident smile, and mischief in his eyes.
“Is there anything Mary can do for you tonight?”
Giddiness filled you and made you want to laugh. His voice was deep, despite his attempts to sound softer. He cleared his throat, blushing. Still, to you felt a surge of reassurance.
“Please, pick up my make up.”
He bit his lip, holding back from breaking character and bursting into laughter. You covered your own mouth with your hands, attempting to hold back as well. He knelt down with a slight bounce, making sure that the skirt lifted for a second to give you a glimpse. You gulped... it seemed the panties had fit him just right. You felt the rush to laugh dissipate, as you glued your eyes to Saeyoung. He began to slowly pick up the makeup.
“I noticed the master left again.” he said.
This time his voice was much more in character. You gulped.
“His long nights are more frequent, Mary. I am distraught.”
You decided to get in character as well. You leaned back to the bed, resting on your elbow. With your other hand, you flipped your hair and rested it on your hip, a dramatic flair about you. Seeing you from the reflection of the mirror, he winked at you. He got up halfway, then bent down. The skirt now rested high on his thighs, and as he moved, it teased at your eyes, showing glimpses of his firm cheeks. You weren’t sure if you could keep the charade for long.
“Well, you can vent anything with me.”
“I think there is another...”
Mary straightened up and gasped. “Another woman?”
You looked at her with a comically dramatic stare. Your voice was just as dramatic as well. “Another man, Mary.”
He smiled, holding back the urge to laugh. You sniggered, trying to hold it too. You looked at each other, biting your lips. Before long, the both of you burst into laughter. As nervousness expressed itself in bouts of giggles, you felt your chest tighten with slight anxiety. He was avoiding your gaze, nervous as well. Was the evening going south already? You felt slightly overwhelmed. After a few moments, with your face buried in your hands, you spoke.
“Am I too childish? I’m sorry.”
He sat on the bed and pried your hands apart. You looked at him with liquid eyes. He smiled, charmed.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
You nodded. “You look so pretty...no, you look so damn hot. I don’t even know what to do with myself.”
He blushed and with his hands still holding yours, he nuzzled you gently. “We don’t have to do this now, you know.”
You shook your head. “Please don’t take it off!”
“I won’t,” he assured you softly. “Let’s regroup, okay? I am going to go get some water.”
Moments later, he brought back a glass and a pitcher. He served you.
“I am going to finish cleaning up the floor.”
He handed the water and you laid down, taking a sip of the glass. You watched him work in silence. He worked without pretenses, calmly picking up palettes and brushes and putting them inside the pouches. That feeling that had invaded you the first time you saw him with makeup, with this outfit, began to gently reappear. You realized that it was the comfort with which he unabashedly dressed up and owned it was the thing that made you feel so attracted to what you saw. This time, when he looked at you through the mirror, he flashed a warm half smile. Your throat tightened and you gulped. That confidence only made the visuals of your boyfriend in a maid dress that much more appealing. You instinctively squeezed your legs together, the pleasurable discomfort between your legs making its presence be known.
After zipping the bags, he placidly walked to the dresser and put them inside the drawer. He located your makeup remover and grabbed some cotton. He turned, a smile on his face.
“May I remove your make up?” he asked. He hadn’t tried to mask his voice, but his tone was soft, gentle. You felt goosebumps all over.
“Yes, please.”
It felt as if with every step, the heels he wore stomped on your heart. Gently, Saeyoung sat on the bed and began to dampen the cotton. With one hand, he carefully held your chin in place, with the other he began to gently wipe away the makeup.
“Your skin is so beautiful...yet, rarely do I see you without makeup.”
A sigh escaped your lips.
“It is the easiest way to hide away the marks of age, Mary.”
She scoffed. “The master does not appreciate what he has.”
A flash in his eyes, the two of you shared a knowing smile. You spoke confidently.
“I guess it cannot be helped.”
“Have you ever thought of paying him back with the same coin? A woman such as yourself could also reap a youthful lover, much like the master has.”
You eyed her and smiled, a hint of wickedness in the curve of your lips.
“I have...” You said slowly.
Saeyoung gulped and blinked, his face turning a deep red. As excited as he was to do this, your change of heart was sudden. He resumed cleaning your face, regaining the necessary composure. As he kept working, you devoured him with your eyes, making your intent as clear as possible. The fact that he looked pleasantly shaken only encouraged you. H reached for the makeup remover bottle again. You reached for the table as if to pick up your glass of water, but, ‘accidentally’ smacked the makeup remover and made it fall to the floor.
“Mary! How clumsy can you get?” You said with annoyance.
He was actually flustered as he bent down to pick up the bottle. He grabbed the tissues on the bedside table with distress. His cheeks were red as he dabbed the floor dry. You smiled, feeling empowered.
“I-I’m sorry.” he said.
“I know you are,” you said sinuously, “is what we pay you for.”
He didn’t look at you, but you saw his eyes widen with surprise. He gulped. After drying up everything, he stood up. He looked flustered. You could see the surprised excitement in his eyes. His cheeks were flushed. You wondered if he was hard already while at the same time, Saeyoung was quite grateful that the skirt was very, very poofy.
You got up from the bed and with your confidence soaring higher with every passing moment, you approached the maid. As he felt your breath on his lips, he quivered with anticipation.
“You know, I gotta give it to the master of the house...”
You caressed his cheek. Saeyoung gulped, his lips dry. He closed his smoked eyes, his elongated eyelashes making him that much more appealing.
“He might not pick them too competent...but he sure picks them pretty.”
Saeyoung twisted and scrunched the tissues in his hands. He was enjoying this way more than what he expected. Hearing you talk like that was making him unable to think straight. His heart dropped to his feet when he felt your fingertips delicately put his hair behind his red hot ear. After following the curve of it as if nothing, you gently traced your fingertips across his jaw and brushed his lips.
The look in your eyes made every fiber of his being light up. The composed lust in your eyes was something he had never seen in you. He couldn’t wait to see where you took this. You slowly walked behind the maid. After leaning closer to the uncovered ear, you whispered.
“Bend over, please.”
You heard the air escape his lips.
“Mary, was I not clear?”
“Y-yes madam.”
You took a step back. Saeyoung took two steps towards the bed, then he bent over, white knees on the floor.
“Lift your hips.”
Diligently, he sprung his ass to the air. The uncomfortable angle made the frills on the skirt perk up. The skin on his thighs showed you he was covered in goosebumps. You smiled, biting your lip and scrunching your eyes in delight. You took a deep breath, regaining composure.
“Mary, lift your skirt.”
“M-madam?”
“Lift it. Now.”
You saw his hands reach to the back. You weren’t sure if he was being a good actor or not, but his hands shook as he battled with the frills.
“Mary!” you urged him, raising your voice. He actually jolted, almost losing balance. The skirt was lifted immediately. You bit your knuckles in silence. His favorite panties of yours were frilly boy shorts. Seeing them on him made you understand why he liked them on you so much. The fabric, thin and delicate, could barely hold all of him. His ass peeked delightfully, and you felt an urge to bite it. Your curiosity peaked.
“Spread your legs, Mary. Let me see.”
Unknown to you, Saeyoung bit the bedsheet. He opened his legs just enough and reached for his now painful erection. He swore he had never been so hard in his life. You caught yourself before you hissed too loud. You felt a rush of wetness soak through your own underwear. He didn’t fit on the panties too well, and the fabric was tight around him. You ran your hand through your hair, unsure that you would be able to keep up.
Yet, you knew you had to. This was too fun to stop. You knew it would only make the reward that much better. You scoffed.
“I knew it. I knew my underwear was disappearing into your skirt the same way his dick is.”
“I can expl-” she began to protest shakily.
“Nervous?” you asked with mocking concern.
“Is not what you think!” he said imploringly.
“Oh please, Mary. I have heard it all before.” You took a few steps closer. “Every one of you is the same. You come in with hopes that on one of those nights where you take off the uniform, the master will clothe you in the silks of the mistress of the house once he is done.”
His eyes widened. Once more, he was flabbergasted at your incredibly convincing demeanor.
“Is not like that!” he said. He readjusted his feet. The flying frilly cheeks tempted your poise.
“Oh, Mary,” you said, sarcastic concern in your tone. You grazed your fingertip up his thigh. Every hair on his body stood on end. You saw his hands grip the bed sheets tighter. “Tell me…does he makes you wear them?”
You saw him nod.
“He is a pervert, isn’t he?”
He nodded again.
“I should fire you right now.”
“No! Please!”
The sight of him, vulnerable yet so beautiful looking made your stomach flutter. You grew impatient.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.”
“Thank-”
“First, I will spend the coin my husband dealt me.”
You actually heard him gulp. Saeyoung buried his face on the bedsheet and bit it with scrunched eyes. He was torn between his curiosity for your actions and the desire to rip your night shirt away and just devour you. His chest heaved with anticipation and each step you took cut his breath short.
You squared yourself behind him. Delicately, almost as if he would break under your touch, you ran the tips of your fingers up his thighs. The silence in the room only made your anticipation grow. You slipped your hands under the panties and grabbed his ass, slowly but firmly. Your nails dug into his skin. You heard a very low moan that he had failed to conceal.
With your hands still clutching at his firm rear, you kneeled in front of him. He readjusted the weight on his feet. Your hands slid down and this time you ran them down the back of his legs, feeling the soft fabric of the stockings in your hands. Familiar, as you wore similar things countless times, yet the novelty of knowing Saeyoung was wearing them made it feel all brand new. You kissed his thigh, gently running your hands up and down with leisure. You kissed the other. You alternated gentle, wet stamps on his skin, going up as you went. Saeyoung’s body stiffened and he waited with bated breath.
A kiss on the cheeks.
A bite on the frilly panties.
He let out a short, loud moan as his hips instinctively jerked up. You chuckled.
“Oh, Mary, you are no better. You are a little harlot, aren’t you?”
Saeyoung’s response sent a shiver up your spine. He nodded fervently. You bit your lip and blushed. Encouraged, you bit the small of his back as your hand began to caress his snugly covered erection. Barely perceptible, small mewls began to shakily leave his body. As you rubbed, you stamped kisses over his thighs again, sprinkling licks and light bites here and there. When his legs began to tremble, you reached with both hands for the seam of the panties and began to slide them down.
“Put your knees on the floor again.”
Mary sighed with relief and curiosity as she did as asked. You let the panties rest on his knees. Once more, you ran your hands up his legs and grabbed his ass. You leaned in and traced kisses all over his iliac crests, trailing down and center. When you dipped the tip of your tongue between his cheeks, you heard him hiss.
“W-what are you going to do?” he asked shakily.
You bit the firm flesh, suddenly and potently.
“Aah!”
You spanked the other.
“I will make sure you leave this house with a clear understanding of your place.”
“Oh, p-please be kind.” He bemoaned.
“I don’t think I have much of that left, Mary.”
You spanked him again. The skin reddened for a second before fading. The beating of your heart made your ears buzz. Clutching at the skirt with one hand, you spanked him again and again, until the skin began to warm up. The sound of his moans and gasps filled you with lust.
“Mary?”
“Y-yes…?” he said, catching his breath.
“Do you think this is enough punishment?”
“I-I don’t know...”
You smiled, noticing the invitation in the tone of his voice. “Hmm...I will take that as a no.”
You gently began to spread his ass apart. You heard him stutter and stopped immediately, your throat made a knot. You waited. He took a deep breath.
“Punish me more.” he said firmly.
You bit your lip, excited. Your lips licked at his inner curves. Saeyoung trembled in anticipation. He could feel his dick throbbing against the frills of his skirt. Your warm breath, teasing at him made his toes curl. When the first shy, wet lick made contact, his whole body felt like it would implode. He bit the covers and buried his face, as you eagerly began to kiss and lick, unable to hold much back.
His first gasp gave way to a slew of moans as the smacking of your lips only added to his pleasure of feeling you. As you cleaved his tongue unto him, you felt your skin tingle. The soft fabric of the night shirt began to feel almost painful against your hardened nipples. You kept him spread for you as you licked and played around. You lowered your hips to sit on the floor more comfortably, and your soaked panties made contact with his calf. The unexpected touch sent an electric pulse all over your body and you moaned against his skin. The mischievous redhead then, lifted it against you with just enough force to send another shock, producing another moan from you.
You spanked him again and he stiffened. A smug smile drew on your face for a moment before you continued tracing every ridge to your heart's content. Playful fingers began to tease his perineum, igniting louder moans from the maid. With a thumping heart, your hand moved forward and gripped his erect prick. As your fingers grazed his tip, you realized he was drenched in precum. You chuckled proudly, this much was a first. Picking as much of it as you could, you began to gently pump your hand.
“Someone is really, really enjoying themselves…”
He groaned in response. Your mouth and tongue greedily renewed your teasings as your hands gripped and tugged without hesitation. You wished to be more relaxed, but his longing moans were clouding your reason. Hands and tongue pleasured him with rapidly increasing intensity.
“Please…” he moaned. “Ahh…I want...hahh...you…”
Delighted at his words, you responded to his pleas by gripping him harder. His pleasure was taking over, empowering you, filling you with lust. You felt his body start to tremble and the first spasms of his orgasm began to jerk against your hand. He yelped and bit the covers, muffled grunts and gasps translating his pleasure. You kept pumping and licking until the very end. When his body began to slump you backed away, sitting on the floor for a second before starting to get up.
“My turn now…” he said.
You looked up. He had turned and after kicking away the now cum stained panties, he swiftly crawled on top of you with a smile on his face. Your heart began to beat fast. There he was, trying to take control as usual. There you were, slowly giving up your resolve under his lips. His tongue drowned inside your mouth as his hands carelessly clawed your panties down and away.
“S-saey-Mary!” you muffled against him. Gently but decidedly you pushed him away. He looked at you slightly puzzled. You looked at him back.
“You are still...a maid, my maid.” You said sternly between breaths.
His chest was heaving as he had been catching his breath, as were you. His hands behind him on the floor and his knees bent...he looked devilishly tempting. His frilly skirt scrunched behind his still erect and wet dick and you started to drown into his duality again. His makeup had become a mess, his freckled cheeks a beautiful red. The long hair was slightly messy and as his chest raised with every breath the muscles of his arms tensed under his weight. The milky skin of his thighs, with their slight reddening around the tight stocking seams...
You felt a rush of desperate yearning wave through your body and biting your lip was all you could do to not beg him to make you his right then and there. You crawled towards him, grabbed him by the neck of his dress and pushed him down on the floor. Without much ado, you sat on his impossibly beautiful face, grabbing the top of his hair.
You felt his nails dig into your hips as his nose and mouth dove into you with abandon. Your other hand clutched at the nearby bed. His tongue licked and slapped against you in the familiar and effective ways he knew made you lose your grip. You felt his fingers gently slide upwards, tracing every curve of your body with open palms, without hurry. The contrast of his soft paced touch and the aggressiveness of his mouth was, to you, another nod to the ways he seamlessly danced between the “he” and “she.” In the middle of your pleasure, you could feel your heart warm up in a flush of sheer emotion. You looked down, where his eyes were closed in pleasant concentration. The mascara and eyeshadow had smudged some more.
You tugged his hair and he stopped, opening his eyes. His hands softly traced down and rested on your hips again.
“Everything alright?” he asked softly. You nodded with a smile and crawled onto the bed, where he quickly met you. He kneeled in front of you and his hands began to run up your legs. His eyes were glinting as he admired every pore and you saw a warm smile start to form on his face. You felt your chest tighten, charmed. Seeing him like that was filling you with love more than anything else right now, yet your body screamed at you that it needed him. Love and desire had mixed in a way you’d only read about. Your hands met his midway through your thighs and you took them gently, then pulled him to you. He met your eyes as you kissed them and the two of you shared the kind of smiles that only the heart can give.
“I love you, Saeyoung.”
He kissed your forehead as your legs gently wrapped around him.
“I love you too,” he said softly. His lips met yours. Your hands guided his down your body, where he then ran them across your inner thighs, while you lifted his skirt and dug around his ruffles. He buried his face into your neck, kissing and sucking. His hands gripped at the back of your knees and lifted them. You held his skirt up and away as he entered you. He moaned into your neck as you gasped. You closed your eyes as every inch of your skin ignited with pleasure. He muttered your name against your red hot skin as his thrusts began to lose composure. You gripped at his skirt tighter, your moans growing louder and lewd. Saeyoung moved back enough to thrust deeper into you. Opening your eyes, you saw his closed. His long hair swished with every motion and his face was reddening with every passing moment. His slightly swollen lips were parted and the frilly skirt bunched between the two of you. A trickle of sweat dropped on one of your hands.
“I’m...ahh, fuck…!”
He was getting closer and one his hands let go of your knee and started to fumble around the skirt.
“Saeyoung?”
“I want us to...ahnn...cum together...this fucking skirt!”
You giggled and he chuckled. He reached for the back of his dress as you undid his apron knot. He refused to completely stop thrusting, so between moans and short laughs, the two of you battled with his dress. He peppered you with kisses and playful jests whenever the two of you struggled with the dress and it was then, tangled in frills, his strong arms, long hair and his laughter that you felt like the luckiest person on earth. As the dress finally flung away you took in the sight of him once more. His decidedly male body, still in stockings, heels and smudged makeup, was making you his with a wicked smile yet warm eyes. You reached for his hand and he locked his fingers with yours, drunk in love and lust.
His free hand began to draw pleasure around your clitoris as he thrust faster. It wasn’t long before his chest began to get tinted in red. He was getting close to being undone and so were you. With your free hand, you reached for yourself and continued where he now left off. Saeyoung merely used his now free hand to grab your hip and thrust faster, deeper. Your hand matched his intensity and your eyes closed. You started to run out of breath as your heart began to beat faster. His slaps against you were more frequent as his moans began to turn into deep growls of pleasure. You felt the first spasm close around him as his nails dug into your skin and his other hand gripped your hand tighter.
“Sae! I’m...ahh! Ah!!”
He let out a loud moan. “Me t-too ahh…!”
Saeyoung let go of your hand and grabbed at your neck, then leaned in to kiss you. His other hand now crept up your hair and tangled between the strands as his hips relentlessly crashed into you. With your free hand, you dug into the skin of his back, moaning into his mouth as his tongue played with yours. Your body spasmed and squirmed under him as his frantically found his oasis in yours. He bit your lip and let out a moan, as you gasped for breath. His hands relaxed and your body liquefied as his thrusts winded down.
Still, as one, he relaxed on top of you, snuggling against your chest, catching his breath. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed the top of his head.His long hair had sprawled all over his back and spilled to his sides, a couple of the garter straps had snapped away and one of the stockings had rolled down a bit. Half of the dress was still on the corner of the bed.
Saeyoung rested his chin on your chest and looked at you.
“So...” he said and stamped a kiss on your chest. “Am I-”
Another kiss.
“Still” and another “Fired?”
He blinked at you for effect and you burst out in laughter. He buried his face in your chest and laughed too. You lifted his face and kissed him.
“No, you are not fired,” you said, looking into his eyes with a smile. He smiled warmly back and you caressed his cheek lovingly. “Your new freckles are getting prettier. Sunlight suits you.”
He chuckled and actually blushed. You kissed his nose. “It's as if the sun itself has left marks of his love for you.”
He bit his lips. Bashfully, his eyes averted your gaze.
“Th-those are there because of you…” he said as the heat in his cheeks intensified. “You are the one that put them there.”
You smiled at him and bit your lip. “Then I will have you know, that I plan to put many more, until every constellation in the sky is reflected on you.”
He looked into your eyes, an almost tearful glint making the amber liquefy. You leaned over and touched your forehead with his.
“You will never be in the shadows again.”
He closed his eyes and nodded, his hands taking yours. You kissed his forehead. For a moment time stood still, and the only hint of reality was the faint sound of the TV, as it cheered for some lucky contestant on a late night show.
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