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‘Cause he’s so pretty when he goes down on me
Gold-skinned eager baby, blue shirt out the laundry
Touch Tank by quinine
It was a miracle that they didn't knock anything over as they stumbled through Gyeong-seok’s apartment, the sound of their lips connecting filling the emptiness. Although sadly, one of Na-yeon’s crayons did not survive under the weight of Gyeong-seok’s foot.
Gyeong-seok pushed Hyun-ju onto his bed, his dark eyes meeting hers. “We don't have to do anything,” he assured. The last thing he wanted to do was pressure her into anything.
She gave him an appreciative smile, draping her arms around his neck. “I want you.”
Large hands ran through her hair as they kissed; Gyeong-seok slightly pulled the dark strands, pulling a sigh out of Hyun-ju. He placed his thigh between her legs, her hips lifting to grind against him. With every roll of her hips, she got wetter and wetter, precome running down her cock.
Gyeong-seok gently placed his hand under the hem of her shirt, trailing up her skin until he reached her bra. He felt Hyun-ju’s breathing pick up, a pink flush painting her face and neck. He needed her naked. “Let me undress you, baby.” Hyun-ju sat up, allowing Gyeong-seok to peel off her top; goosebumps erupted on the expanse of her arms as the chill air embraced her.
Their lips connected once again as Gyeong-seok unhooked her bra, dropping it unceremoniously on the floor. Immediately, his hands found her breasts. He ran his thumbs along her nipples, groaning at how full his hands were. Hyun-ju whimpered at the stimulation, her cock hardening. “Gyeong-seok,” she moaned, breaking the kiss. She gripped the fabric of his shirt and tugged at it. “Off. Please,” she pleaded brokenly.
Gyeong-seok smirked and stood up. Standing at the edge of the bed, he pulled off his shirt and pants, his erection evident against the fabric of his boxers. He gripped his cock over the fabric, looking into Hyun-ju’s eyes as he stroked himself. “This is what you do to me. I could come just from looking at you.”
He returned to the bed; his mouth took in her nipple, his finger tugging on the one that wasn’t being sucked on. It was more than he could have wanted; his dreams couldn’t compare to really having her under him. Gyeong-seok moaned, vibrations adding to the pleasure overtaking Hyun-ju’s body. She was so sensitive, trembling as he switched to sucking her right breast. Gyeong-seok took his free hand and placed his palm against her length. He felt her twitch beneath him, her hands desperately clawing at his back and hair.
“Gyeong-seok,” she whined, her eyes tightly shut. “I’m close.”
“Come for me,” he groaned.
She shook her head and pulled off her skirt. “I want you inside.”
After what felt like an eternity, Gyeong-seok finally stood up and pulled off his boxers, leaving himself completely naked. He stepped back just a bit to take in the vision before him. Hyun-ju was in nothing but black lace panties, her pink cock peeking through the waistband. His hands once again found her breasts; he leaned over to nip at her collarbone, pretty moans filling the room. His lips latched onto her neck, sucking right at her pulse point as her nails scratched down his back. He groaned at the delicious sting.
Reluctantly, he peeled himself off of her. Gyeong-seok grabbed a pillow, gently cupping the side of her face and kissing her lips. “Can you lie on your stomach, baby?”
Hyun-ju turned over, a pillow under her hips. She felt Gyeong-seok’s hands running down her back, squeezing when they reached her hips.
“I want to taste you, baby. Can I?”
No one had ever rimmed her before, but it was something she had always wanted. “Yes. Please…”
She felt him strip her of the lace covering her, leaving her completely bare. There was the sound of shuffling behind her. Gyeong-seok gripped her ass, exposing the most intimate parts of her. Hyun-ju gasped at the sudden feeling of his tongue. “Fuck,” she gasped.
“You’re so beautiful,” he groaned. His fingers gripped her cheeks hard as he sucked, his tongue circling her entrance. He finally pressed his tongue inside her, Hun-ju reflectively bringing her hand to his head, pushing him in deeper.
Gyeong-seok smiled at Hyun-ju’s reaction for a couple of reasons. Of course, he was happy that she was enjoying herself, but also because it seemed that his internet research paid off.
Tears ran down Hyun-ju’s face as her blood was replaced with electric pleasure. Every touch, lick, and suck brought her closer to her release. She whined as suddenly Gyeong-seok stood up, walking to his nightstand and rummaging through it.
“Patience,” he said, smirking.
He returned to the bed, moving Hyun-ju onto her back, her big eyes wet and desperate. He squirted some lube onto his fingers, pressing one against her hole. “I’ll go slow,” he assured. Slowly, he pushed his middle finger inside her, his cock twitching at how tight she was. He tactfully stretched her, periodically adding a finger once she was sufficiently prepared. Pretty little noises escaped Hyun-ju as he fingered her.
She was so full. His cock would be even better.
Gyeong-soek put on the condom, adding extra lube onto his cock to ensure Hyun-ju wouldn’t be in pain. He almost came just from putting in the tip. Hyun-ju’s hands gripped his shoulders as he continued pushing in. “You’re leaking so much,” he teased. Beads of precome ran down her length, pooling on her stomach. “You feel good?”
“Shut the hell up, Gyeong-seok,” she said, her mind focused only on how good his cock feels inside her. “Move already.”
Gyeong-seok slowly pulled out, leaving only a fraction of his cock inside before gently pushing back in. He repeated his until he felt Hyun-ju relax. “You’re so pretty,” he sighed as his thrusts sped up. “You’re taking my cock so well.”
Hyun-ju couldn’t speak. She lay panting as Gyeong-seok fucked her.
“You’re a sub for me now, but I know you have a dominant side. The way you lead your team in the games. You’re a natural leader. I bet you’d fuck me so good.”
“Gyeong-seok,” she gasped, her eyes snapping open.
“You don’t have to use your real parts if you want, but I want you inside me sometime.” His thrusts became erratic as he got closer. “You can do whatever you want to me. Fuck I’m so close.”
He leaned down, kissing her as he gripped her cock, stroking it as she tightened around him, her eyes rolled back as she came. Gyeong-seok pulled out, ripping off the condom and jerking himself off; he released onto himself. The sight was both vulgar and beautiful.
Gyeong-seok held Hyun-ju as they caught their breath, pressing light kisses against her head. “You were so good for me, baby. So pretty. So perfect.”
Hyun-ju sighed. She didn’t want this to end, but reality had to set in at some point. “I don’t want this to be a one-time thing.”
“Neither do I,” Gyeong-seok responded earnestly. “Let’s talk in the morning. For now, let's just be in this moment.”
They did, in fact, talk the next morning.
Time went on, and they went on an actual date, followed by a second and a third. Hyun-ju met Na-yeon and immediately fell in love. They still carried the pain from their trauma, but together they healed and worked toward a future that they could share together.