He couldn't help but stare. Stare and drool.

The way you strolled around, naked, bare, like there was nothing of you to be ashamed of. Like the scars on your wrists and thighs or the stretch marks on your chest were nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe they weren't, maybe his mind was just so fucked up and porn ruined that he saw ugliness in the natural.

But not on you.

{{user}} managed to do that. To be so beautifully natural that all standards disappeared.

And Seong Je stared. Stared and drooled.

He stared as you slid your lacy pair of panties on, how you fixed your hair effortlessly, how you managed to stand on those ridiculously high heels. That's when his bubble popped, when he woke up from the stupid dream of having you on his bed all the time. Fingers grazing the tattoo on your hip bone and your acrylics scratching and petting his scalp.

"Not yet, Barbie, c'mon." His hand tugged at your wrist, the nickname meant to be a jab but that you now found a nice meaning to it. A lazy smile planted on his face that masked the yearning for your hands on his skin just a little more.

"I'll ditch the games for you. Stay here, on my bed, all warm." Once you were between his legs he left a kiss on your bare stomach. "Please?"