his thighs never looked as good as they did right now...
-contains mature themes
you're comfortable. so incredibly comfortable sitting on his lap.
your back pressed up against his chest. head practically melted on his shoulder. his chin nuzzling into the curve of your nape. legs lazily dangle on top of his while he's focused.
resting his hands on your lap and texting away on their groupchat. its a serious discussion, regarding the recording of the new title song.
"one min, baby" he says in your ear, moving his legs and you try to sit up in time.
however he successfully seats you on one of his thighs. not really affected with your weight. he reaches forward to read a few papers, cross checking some things and going back to texting.
quietly you look down. taking in the way his muscular thigh is slotted between your legs. your hands flying down to hold his thigh when he unconciously flexes.
it makes your stomach erupt with a newfound desire.
"min..." you whisper sweetly.
you're happy your back is turned towards him. because if he noticed the way your lips parted ever so slightly and your pupils dilated everytime you adjusted yourself on his thigh, he'd tease you.
"hm?"
he hums, but he's distracted.
the sound of him typing away echoing in your ears. you bite your bottom lip to cover up the breathy gasp. hips subtly moving.
you can't believe how different it feels. although his shorts are in the way and so are your panties, its a new sensation. you had to work to chase your pleasure.
"min...m-minho"
your voice goes softer, wanting his attention now. you wanted him to know how affected you were getting.
fingers clawing just above his knee as you used it as leverage to grind down lightly.
dropping your head down. shivering as you feel his hands on either side of your waist. squeezing you gently.
"turn around baby"
he lets out, spreading his legs further apart. making sure to hold you so you don't fall.
you shake your head shyly. feeling way too embarassed to face him.
"need to see my baby's face" minho urges ever so sweetly. managing to get you to face him. a small smile dancing on his lips when you shakily fist at his t shirt.
whimpering as he jerks his thigh, sending a spark of pleasure right into your aching core.
"wanna ride my thigh like a good girl?"
he cooes, bringing his hand up to tuck the loose strands of your hair behind your ear.
"m'gonna push these to the side" his fingers slide under your shirt. pushing your panties to one side. thankfully you weren't wearing shorts.
you hadn't realised he had pulled the material of his shorts higher. exposing his entire thigh. thick and muscular in all its glory.
"min!"
your eyes fly open. arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach when he pulls you to sit flush on his bare thigh.
warm and hard against your weeping cunt.
"ride it, sweetheart" helping you roll your hips in slow languid motions. exhaling with a soft grunt at the slick that coats his skin.
its a delicious slide that has you holding onto his shoulders.
"f-fuck" he curses under his breath and you realise you had accidently pressed your knee against his covered crotch. hard-on evident.
he flexes his muscle and moves his thigh. grinding you down hard till your clit throbs. slick seeping out of you. swollen and warm on him.
you rut on him with more eagerness. and he intentionally slows you down. gripping your hips and forcing you to slide on his upper thigh.
gradually building up your orgasm. till you squirm.
trying to lift yourself off, only to be pulled back down. pussy crying for release. and so were you.
