Fic: Au Naturel
Title: Au Naturel
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Geng/Hooker
Rating: +17
Summary: Geng needs sex. Hooker gives sex. There is then hooker sex.
Notes: Because Geng may be gayer than rainbows, but the idea of him fucking a girl is hot. Alternatively umberela is a good influence \o/:
umberela: geng needs to get laid
umberela: someone send a hooker to his hotel
kayevelyn: I want to write Geng/chick porn :|
kayevelyn: like really badly now
umberela: do it
The first thing Geng noticed about her when he opened the door was the piles of makeup on her face. He frowned as he let her into the hotel room, locking the door behind her.
“Could you,” he stuttered, but she only smiled patiently. “Your face. Could you please wash the makeup off?”
She let out a too feminine giggle as she nodded her head. “Whatever you want.” She stepped forward, pressing her hand into his chest. Geng stumbled back until his calves hit the edge of the bed. She pushed him down onto and he looked up at her, swallowed and then nodded. “Wait here.” She purred and turned, heading to the bathroom.
Geng let out a breath, trying to collect his thoughts. His mind was blank. All he could focus on was the sound of the sink running. He tugged on the hem of his shirt, removing it. His pants followed, belt clinking on the ground.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom Geng was only in his boxers, and his hand was teasing his erection underneath the soft cloth. She leaned against the doorframe, not frowning, but her smile had faded just a bit. Geng thought she looked better without the makeup.
He raised his hand, beckoning her closer and she took small steps, removing her dress as she walked. She stood in front of Geng clad in her underwear, and as she sunk to her knees she pushed them down too, sliding them off smooth legs.
Geng sucked in a breath as her tongue pressed against the length of his cock, and her lips closed around the head. He waited, as he felt her slowly suck him in, tongue playing up and down the sides. She didn’t gag even as she reached the base of his cock, and he had to wait only a moment before she started a slow rhythm, working her way up and down. He hissed and pushed her hair to the side so he could watch her mouth work over him.
She took her mouth off his cock for a moment, her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in its absence. Geng gritted his teeth as her hand moved faster, and he tilted his head back, not wanting to look at her smirking face. He let out a loud moan as her mouth wrapped around him again, and her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. As she pulled her head back she grazed her teeth lightly.
Geng sucked a breath through his nose as he pulled her off of him by the hair. She gasped, moaned, as he pulled her up, before pushing her back. He stood, knees shaking just a bit, as he leaned down and pulled a condom out of his discarded pants. She looked up at him through the curtain of her hair, breathing ragged as she slouched against the wall. He stalked up to her, and rested his hand right next to her head. She sucked in a breath of air, before he took her wrist, flipping her around. She let out a ragged moan as he pressed her into the cool wall, and nudged his knee between her legs, spreading them.
He grabbed one of her legs and lifted them, before he pressed into her. He moaned, and pulled back before he sunk all the way in. She gasped, and tried to grab the wall. Geng’s hands held her hips still as he thrust into her. Sharp, fluid thrusts that made her gasp soft little noises that may have tried to be words. He pulled her leg higher, and she might have moaned in discomfort put he couldn’t care.
Geng sunk his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder as he felt her squeeze around him and he came. She moaned back and he wasn’t sure it was fake; he didn’t care.
He stepped back, dropping her from the wall. He turned his back to her, moving to the other side of the room to throw the condom away and grab a pair of sweatpants.
“That will be 1,500 yuan.” She said, and Geng looked back as she stepped into her dress.
He nodded, padding across the hotel room on shaking legs to grab his manager’s wallet. He counted out the money, made sure to add a small tip from his own pocket, which he handed over without looking at her.
She flashed a smile at him, counting out the money.
“Have a good evening.” She said, letting herself out.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: Super Junior
Pairing: Geng/Hooker
Rating: +17
Summary: Geng needs sex. Hooker gives sex. There is then hooker sex.
Notes: Because Geng may be gayer than rainbows, but the idea of him fucking a girl is hot. Alternatively umberela is a good influence \o/:
umberela: geng needs to get laid
umberela: someone send a hooker to his hotel
kayevelyn: I want to write Geng/chick porn :|
kayevelyn: like really badly now
umberela: do it
The first thing Geng noticed about her when he opened the door was the piles of makeup on her face. He frowned as he let her into the hotel room, locking the door behind her.
“Could you,” he stuttered, but she only smiled patiently. “Your face. Could you please wash the makeup off?”
She let out a too feminine giggle as she nodded her head. “Whatever you want.” She stepped forward, pressing her hand into his chest. Geng stumbled back until his calves hit the edge of the bed. She pushed him down onto and he looked up at her, swallowed and then nodded. “Wait here.” She purred and turned, heading to the bathroom.
Geng let out a breath, trying to collect his thoughts. His mind was blank. All he could focus on was the sound of the sink running. He tugged on the hem of his shirt, removing it. His pants followed, belt clinking on the ground.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom Geng was only in his boxers, and his hand was teasing his erection underneath the soft cloth. She leaned against the doorframe, not frowning, but her smile had faded just a bit. Geng thought she looked better without the makeup.
He raised his hand, beckoning her closer and she took small steps, removing her dress as she walked. She stood in front of Geng clad in her underwear, and as she sunk to her knees she pushed them down too, sliding them off smooth legs.
Geng sucked in a breath as her tongue pressed against the length of his cock, and her lips closed around the head. He waited, as he felt her slowly suck him in, tongue playing up and down the sides. She didn’t gag even as she reached the base of his cock, and he had to wait only a moment before she started a slow rhythm, working her way up and down. He hissed and pushed her hair to the side so he could watch her mouth work over him.
She took her mouth off his cock for a moment, her hand wrapped around the base, stroking in its absence. Geng gritted his teeth as her hand moved faster, and he tilted his head back, not wanting to look at her smirking face. He let out a loud moan as her mouth wrapped around him again, and her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. As she pulled her head back she grazed her teeth lightly.
Geng sucked a breath through his nose as he pulled her off of him by the hair. She gasped, moaned, as he pulled her up, before pushing her back. He stood, knees shaking just a bit, as he leaned down and pulled a condom out of his discarded pants. She looked up at him through the curtain of her hair, breathing ragged as she slouched against the wall. He stalked up to her, and rested his hand right next to her head. She sucked in a breath of air, before he took her wrist, flipping her around. She let out a ragged moan as he pressed her into the cool wall, and nudged his knee between her legs, spreading them.
He grabbed one of her legs and lifted them, before he pressed into her. He moaned, and pulled back before he sunk all the way in. She gasped, and tried to grab the wall. Geng’s hands held her hips still as he thrust into her. Sharp, fluid thrusts that made her gasp soft little noises that may have tried to be words. He pulled her leg higher, and she might have moaned in discomfort put he couldn’t care.
Geng sunk his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder as he felt her squeeze around him and he came. She moaned back and he wasn’t sure it was fake; he didn’t care.
He stepped back, dropping her from the wall. He turned his back to her, moving to the other side of the room to throw the condom away and grab a pair of sweatpants.
“That will be 1,500 yuan.” She said, and Geng looked back as she stepped into her dress.
He nodded, padding across the hotel room on shaking legs to grab his manager’s wallet. He counted out the money, made sure to add a small tip from his own pocket, which he handed over without looking at her.
She flashed a smile at him, counting out the money.
“Have a good evening.” She said, letting herself out.