Pool Boy
Title: Pool Boy
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minho/Eunsook
Summary: Pool boys seem to always run away from Eunsook's chores. Minho can't see why they would do that. … Ok maybe he can kinda understand.
Notes: Requested by acutepencil ! I feel it's a bit stereotypical and like every other 'pool boy' story out there... but I had fun while writing it ^^
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Summer jobs weren't hard to find for college students - that is, if they stayed in town during the summer when everyone else went home to their families. For Minho, that wasn't exactly an option; he had gotten into his university on a soccer scholarship, and his parents were helping him pay rent... but the thing was, he liked being in this small u-district. He loved his parents, of course, but something about being on his own at 20 was just... indescribably amazing. And something he wanted to hold on to.
So, he got a summer job and started to help out with rent in the hopes that he'd be able to build up a good, steady income so eventually he wouldn't need his parent's help with anything at all.
And though summer jobs weren't hard to find... he found himself scraping, scrubbing, and filtering pools for the rich folks that had condos in the area.
Which wasn't so bad, there was lots of eye can--
Minho nearly slipped in a puddle of water and fell into the private pool he was cleaning. From out of the penthouse came a girl - no, a woman - wearing only her bathing suit and a soft smile. Oh, she had a book or something in her hands too. She sat down in a sunbathing chair and put her sunglasses on her face, picking up a bottle of suntan lotion.
Clearing his throat to bring himself back to the present, Minho continued to filter the screen through the pool, while keeping his peripheral vision locked on target.
Her hair was long and black as... well, black. Minho wasn't poetic. Her bikini was modest and covered up all of her goods, a simple green color with small pink polka dots. Her skin was pale, which explained why she was slathering herself in sunscreen, and when she leaned back and tossed her hair over her shoulder to start rubbing the lotion into her chest...
“Damn.”
“Excuse me?”
Minho jolted, the end of his screen jabbing into the shallow end and almost upsetting his balance. He shook his head and gave a small smile, feeling the sweat from the heat and from sudden nerves dripping down his back.
“Uh, your pool. It hasn't been cleaned in a while,” he said, shrugging and dragging the filter around some more once he regained his footing.
The girl laughed a bit, “Yeah... we have a problem with hiring pool boys.” She sounded a bit resigned as she said this, and oh that little pout on her fat lips was too good to be true.
“Why's that?” Minho walked around to the other side of the pool, catching debris mindlessly as he watched the girl through his sunglasses.
“I don't know, they all just... quit. Without a word.” She pouted further, sitting back in the chair and resting the open book against her thighs.
“Huh. Can't imagine why.” What sane, straight pool boy would leave after seeing the goddess that resided by the water? Probably guys that weren't man enough to handle it.
“In any case, I'm really glad you're here, Minho.” she smiled brightly. “I tried cleaning the pool last week... but I ended up making more of a mess than anything...” she blushed, and it was cute on her round cheekbones as she lowered her chin to read her book.
Minho chuckled and shrugged a shoulder, “Just gotta know how to stroke it.”
“Eh?”
He coughed loudly, “The water. Uh. With the... screen stick thing. You have to know which direction to sweep it or else you'll just swish the debris around and not catch anything.”
“Oh...” she giggled and nodded. “Makes sense.”
Her hair was back covering her chest again and Minho tutted a bit; he had barely gotten a glimpse but fuck if this girl didn't have the nicest rack he'd ever seen. As he wandered around the pool, using various equipment to filter the water and balance the chemicals, he decided he'd see what this girl could do. The eye-candy, not the pool vacuum.
He straightened and pulled his tank top off, using it to sop up some of the sweat from his face. He made a show of it, too, letting out a satisfied sound before tossing the shirt aside to be forgotten about until he came over again. His trunks were sitting low on his narrow hips and he saw her head tilt towards him a bit before she snapped it back to her book, and yeah, that's what he wanted.
He continued doing his work, and while it wasn't really routine for him to want to fuck the employer, there was something about this girl coupled with the hot day and her big tits that made him tingle all the way down to his toes. And he was going to try to do something about it. Whether or not he'd succeed... that was a whole different story.
The drain was a bit clogged though, and required some actual work, so he got down on his hands and knees and stuck his arm into the water up to his shoulder, trying to fidget his fingers around to grab whatever was clogging it. Water was splashing up onto his face and chest and he felt the pinecone, he had it at the tip of his fingers -
“Can you teach me some stuff?”
Minho nearly fell in the water; when had she come up behind him? He straightened, the pinecone staying lodged in the filter as he looked up at the girl, the full glory of her assets staring him in the face.
“Uh - like what?” he asked, quickly averting his eyes and standing up, wiping his wet hand on his trunks.
“The chemicals...” the girl pointed to the box that contained a few phials. “Last time, I messed them all up and we haven't been able to swim for a week.”
“Chemicals?” Minho blinked and looked down. The directions... were right on the box... He smiled and sat down cross-legged at the pool edge. “Yeah, come here.”
The girl sat down across from him in the same manner, and he took a second to appreciate her smooth bikini line. He'd bet hands down she was completely shaved. He tore his eyes away from her flesh and picked up the chemicals, going through them one by one and showing her how they were dropped into the water and measured out.
“That's not so hard,” she said at the end of it, laughing and flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I think I make things more difficult than they should be.”
“We all do that sometimes,” he shrugged and grinned, putting all of his stuff away. “Well, I'm done. I'll see you next week....?”
She blinked at him, still sitting down. “Oh! Eunsook.”
Fear flashed through him. He knew that name. The Lee family... their pool was always an atrocious mess and guys would come back crying. Minho didn't know what the big deal was, now that he was here - the pool was relatively clean, she did a decent job of fixing it up while no one would come to help. “Eunsook nuna,” he stood up, and then held out his hand to her. “Nice to meet you.” What could she possibly do to make grown men cry?
Her smile was bright and almost innocent as she took his hand, shaking it as she stood up. With a mountain of impossible strength, she yanked Minho's arm and pushed him into the pool, the breath stolen right out of his lungs even when he came up gasping for air.
“Wha--!?” he wiped a hand over his face to get his hair and the water out of his eyes.
“Nice to meet you too~” she grinned, wiggling her fingers before she started to walk away.
Oh no she didn't.
Minho diligently swam to the shallow end where she was headed back to her chair, and before she could sit down he pulled his upper body out of the water and grabbed her ankle. She squeaked in surprise and looked down at him with wide eyes - he got out of the pool and kept his grip on her, before he picked her up wholly and tossed her in, flailing limbs and shrieking.
He jumped in after her, laughing when she came up for air, her hair plastered to her face.
“You know I had to do that,” he said, swimming closer to her while she dunked under to fix her hair and slick it back. Without her sunglasses (they were floating a few feet away from them) he saw the kindest, sweetest almond-shaped eyes he'd ever laid eyes on. They were smiling constantly, it seemed, and well... he was sadistic in the fact he wanted to make them stop smiling.
“I wasn't expecting it,” she admitted with a laugh. Guys probably never reacted to her like that. And why would they? She was rather intimidating, with her kind gestures and sizable... aura.
“Huh,” he swam a bit closer to her, and her eyes went from kind and sweet, to slightly round and surprised. She swam backwards until her back was against the edge of the pool, and his hands went to rest on either side of her head, keeping himself afloat. “What were you expecting?”
Her bottom lip quivered a bit, and she looked a bit scared but she didn't look like she'd run. “I don't know. Pool boys... don't stick around...”
His head was inching towards hers at an angle, his eyes flicking from her eyes to her slightly parted lips. He wanted to say a million things - “they're idiots”, “stupid”, “blind”, and of course “idiots” - but instead he pressed his lips against hers, reveling in the shaky sigh that she let into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he pressed his chest into hers; the feeling of her supple breasts pushing against his solid chest was mind-blowing, the waves of the water passing between their bodies amplifying the sensation. One hand moved from the edge of the pool down to her hip, where he guided her body against his, her legs wrapping around his waist.
“I don't-” she panted between kisses, their chins being splashed by water. “I don't...”
“Live a little,” Minho chided, nibbling her lower lip as his hands moved down her soft sides to her hips. They weren't bony and hard, like a lot of girls' were, they were soft and slightly squishy. Easier to grip. Minho liked that. His fingers twined into the strings of her bottoms, tugging gently, letting the current of the water do most of the work as he got one side open. Yup. Completely bald. His mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, to her collarbone, tasting the mixture of chlorine and sunscreen and maybe a bit of regular lotion from earlier in the day as well.
“M-Minho...” her blunt nails dug into his back and it was a nice change from the horrifying claws that girls usually had.
He pressed his pelvis into hers, his hard cock rubbing against her inner thigh from inside his trunks, and he knew the message was clear. She was panting, she was already a mess, it was like the simplest, lightest touch set her off and couldn't bring her back. It made Minho feel powerful. With one arm still around his shoulders to keep himself afloat, Eunsook moved one hand down to clumsily undo Minho's swim trunks, her fingers catching on the velcro and getting tangled in the drawstring. He helped her out with one of his own hands and there wasn't much for foreplay between them, unless you counted the eroticism of being able to watch her sunbathe while he worked. Still, they were both just as charged as her hand moved from his drawers to his pelvis, her fingers tracing the lining of bones there, following a vein that was going up the side before sliding her palm over the lower portion of his ribs.
Good, she had been looking at his body.
He didn't want this to be one-sided in any way.
It was a bit surprising when she took ahold of his cock and tried to guide it to her pussy - his whole body shuddered and the cool water that was constantly circulating around his dick was a nice contrast against the warmth of her hand. He glanced down between their bodies, between the valley of her perfect breasts (which he couldn't help but lean his head down and give a few nibbles to), and helped her guide him in. The first, white-hot sensation almost made him drown right there, but as he pushed further into her body it got hotter and hotter, and impossibly tight, were virgins even this tight?, and he removed his hand from the base of his dick to palm her ass, squeezing it and gripping it as he held her still so he could force himself the rest of the way in.
She was mewling, she was a mess and she was turning into the liquid that was encasing the two of them, and thrusting into her with the water sloshing around them was really a bit strange. It threw off the rhythm a few times and he had to slow down or even stop to get their bodies to come together properly, but all in all she was clinging onto him arms and legs, her face buried into his neck. He was deep in her, his movements were slow, and he knew by the way her body convulsed with every thrust that he was hitting her in just the right spot.
“M-Minho, I... hn...” She sounded almost like a Japanese anime replica, with the high-pitched keens she was letting out. Each noise went straight to Minho's cock, his hips finding the strength to push in a bit deeper just when he thought he couldn't go any further.
In the midst of it all he pulled away from the edge of the pool, keeping her firm on his cock as he floated towards the shallow end. He needed more, he needed to have proper support and leveling in order to fuck her how he wanted to. His feet touched down in the shallow end and his hands went under her ass to keep her against him as he walked up towards the stairs; her legs unwound from his waist and the sweet suction of her pussy left his dick for a moment as she stepped onto the bottom row of stairs, her hands on the top-most row and her ass up in the air. The water was lapping at her thighs, her skin was glistening with droplets in the summer sun and she looked over her shoulder at Minho with hooded eyes, and that was all the go he needed.
He stood behind her and planted his feet, his cock finding its home inside of her once again. His hands gripped her soft hips and he bent over her back, pushing into her until his pelvis bumped against her ass. She might have bruises later, but he could care less about that as he reached around to gather her silky hair in his hand and toss it over one of her shoulders, exposing her neck as her body jolted with every thrust. It was glorious, to watch her skin ripple with the force, to see her ass jiggle and clap onto his dick. He wasn't going to last long, now that the water wasn't reducing the friction and he could fully appreciate their skin-on-skin contact.
A strained noise left Eunsook's throat and she hung her head, starting to fuck back onto Minho's cock. He clenched his teeth and exhaled slowly out of his mouth, feeling his end coming near - she was too tight for him to even dream of doing a marathon with her. But it couldn't end like this, not without...
He removed his hands from her hips and untied her bikini top at the back, letting it hang down over her breasts as they bounced free. He bent over her and palmed her tits fully, feeling her hardened nipples sliding against his fingers, feeling the weight of them in the palms of his hands, and there was no way anyone else could top this. Ever.
Her body spasmed after a few seconds and she whipped her head back, accidentally knocking Minho in the chin, but that little issue was ignored when she came, her body clenching around Minho's cock and the sound of water pouring onto water reached his ears. He pulled back and pulled his dick out until just the tip was in her grasp, and he watched as she squirted wave after wave, seemingly endless as her elbows quaked and threatened to give out on her.
That was the last straw, as he slammed inside of her once more, squelching the cum out of her pussy and down her thighs, and he pulled out quickly and jerked the base of his cock, his balls drawing tight as he grunted and released his seed onto her lower back, the pearly white substance slipping off of the wet surface and dripping into the water.
He panted, collecting his breath before he carefully lifted her up and helped her out of the pool, setting her down on her chair and tying up her bikini. It was a bit crooked and nothing like how she had it tied before, but he made an attempt before fixing his own trunks. She looked ready to pass out, and he smirked as he moved an umbrella over towards her to put her in the shade.
“There's...”
He was about to grab his shirt and leave, when he glanced up at her, curious.
She was smiling, and now all of a sudden that kind, sweet smile seemed a bit more... playful.
“There's still something stuck in the filter.”
He put his shirt on his wet torso, letting it cling to him as he gathered up his cleaning supplies. “Guess I'll be back next week to fix it.”
He heard her sigh in satisfaction as he left the pool area.
He sort of felt like crying, as he left. Sobbing, actually. But unlike the other pool boys... he definitely wanted to return.
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Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Minho/Eunsook
Summary: Pool boys seem to always run away from Eunsook's chores. Minho can't see why they would do that. … Ok maybe he can kinda understand.
Notes: Requested by acutepencil ! I feel it's a bit stereotypical and like every other 'pool boy' story out there... but I had fun while writing it ^^
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Summer jobs weren't hard to find for college students - that is, if they stayed in town during the summer when everyone else went home to their families. For Minho, that wasn't exactly an option; he had gotten into his university on a soccer scholarship, and his parents were helping him pay rent... but the thing was, he liked being in this small u-district. He loved his parents, of course, but something about being on his own at 20 was just... indescribably amazing. And something he wanted to hold on to.
So, he got a summer job and started to help out with rent in the hopes that he'd be able to build up a good, steady income so eventually he wouldn't need his parent's help with anything at all.
And though summer jobs weren't hard to find... he found himself scraping, scrubbing, and filtering pools for the rich folks that had condos in the area.
Which wasn't so bad, there was lots of eye can--
Minho nearly slipped in a puddle of water and fell into the private pool he was cleaning. From out of the penthouse came a girl - no, a woman - wearing only her bathing suit and a soft smile. Oh, she had a book or something in her hands too. She sat down in a sunbathing chair and put her sunglasses on her face, picking up a bottle of suntan lotion.
Clearing his throat to bring himself back to the present, Minho continued to filter the screen through the pool, while keeping his peripheral vision locked on target.
Her hair was long and black as... well, black. Minho wasn't poetic. Her bikini was modest and covered up all of her goods, a simple green color with small pink polka dots. Her skin was pale, which explained why she was slathering herself in sunscreen, and when she leaned back and tossed her hair over her shoulder to start rubbing the lotion into her chest...
“Damn.”
“Excuse me?”
Minho jolted, the end of his screen jabbing into the shallow end and almost upsetting his balance. He shook his head and gave a small smile, feeling the sweat from the heat and from sudden nerves dripping down his back.
“Uh, your pool. It hasn't been cleaned in a while,” he said, shrugging and dragging the filter around some more once he regained his footing.
The girl laughed a bit, “Yeah... we have a problem with hiring pool boys.” She sounded a bit resigned as she said this, and oh that little pout on her fat lips was too good to be true.
“Why's that?” Minho walked around to the other side of the pool, catching debris mindlessly as he watched the girl through his sunglasses.
“I don't know, they all just... quit. Without a word.” She pouted further, sitting back in the chair and resting the open book against her thighs.
“Huh. Can't imagine why.” What sane, straight pool boy would leave after seeing the goddess that resided by the water? Probably guys that weren't man enough to handle it.
“In any case, I'm really glad you're here, Minho.” she smiled brightly. “I tried cleaning the pool last week... but I ended up making more of a mess than anything...” she blushed, and it was cute on her round cheekbones as she lowered her chin to read her book.
Minho chuckled and shrugged a shoulder, “Just gotta know how to stroke it.”
“Eh?”
He coughed loudly, “The water. Uh. With the... screen stick thing. You have to know which direction to sweep it or else you'll just swish the debris around and not catch anything.”
“Oh...” she giggled and nodded. “Makes sense.”
Her hair was back covering her chest again and Minho tutted a bit; he had barely gotten a glimpse but fuck if this girl didn't have the nicest rack he'd ever seen. As he wandered around the pool, using various equipment to filter the water and balance the chemicals, he decided he'd see what this girl could do. The eye-candy, not the pool vacuum.
He straightened and pulled his tank top off, using it to sop up some of the sweat from his face. He made a show of it, too, letting out a satisfied sound before tossing the shirt aside to be forgotten about until he came over again. His trunks were sitting low on his narrow hips and he saw her head tilt towards him a bit before she snapped it back to her book, and yeah, that's what he wanted.
He continued doing his work, and while it wasn't really routine for him to want to fuck the employer, there was something about this girl coupled with the hot day and her big tits that made him tingle all the way down to his toes. And he was going to try to do something about it. Whether or not he'd succeed... that was a whole different story.
The drain was a bit clogged though, and required some actual work, so he got down on his hands and knees and stuck his arm into the water up to his shoulder, trying to fidget his fingers around to grab whatever was clogging it. Water was splashing up onto his face and chest and he felt the pinecone, he had it at the tip of his fingers -
“Can you teach me some stuff?”
Minho nearly fell in the water; when had she come up behind him? He straightened, the pinecone staying lodged in the filter as he looked up at the girl, the full glory of her assets staring him in the face.
“Uh - like what?” he asked, quickly averting his eyes and standing up, wiping his wet hand on his trunks.
“The chemicals...” the girl pointed to the box that contained a few phials. “Last time, I messed them all up and we haven't been able to swim for a week.”
“Chemicals?” Minho blinked and looked down. The directions... were right on the box... He smiled and sat down cross-legged at the pool edge. “Yeah, come here.”
The girl sat down across from him in the same manner, and he took a second to appreciate her smooth bikini line. He'd bet hands down she was completely shaved. He tore his eyes away from her flesh and picked up the chemicals, going through them one by one and showing her how they were dropped into the water and measured out.
“That's not so hard,” she said at the end of it, laughing and flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I think I make things more difficult than they should be.”
“We all do that sometimes,” he shrugged and grinned, putting all of his stuff away. “Well, I'm done. I'll see you next week....?”
She blinked at him, still sitting down. “Oh! Eunsook.”
Fear flashed through him. He knew that name. The Lee family... their pool was always an atrocious mess and guys would come back crying. Minho didn't know what the big deal was, now that he was here - the pool was relatively clean, she did a decent job of fixing it up while no one would come to help. “Eunsook nuna,” he stood up, and then held out his hand to her. “Nice to meet you.” What could she possibly do to make grown men cry?
Her smile was bright and almost innocent as she took his hand, shaking it as she stood up. With a mountain of impossible strength, she yanked Minho's arm and pushed him into the pool, the breath stolen right out of his lungs even when he came up gasping for air.
“Wha--!?” he wiped a hand over his face to get his hair and the water out of his eyes.
“Nice to meet you too~” she grinned, wiggling her fingers before she started to walk away.
Oh no she didn't.
Minho diligently swam to the shallow end where she was headed back to her chair, and before she could sit down he pulled his upper body out of the water and grabbed her ankle. She squeaked in surprise and looked down at him with wide eyes - he got out of the pool and kept his grip on her, before he picked her up wholly and tossed her in, flailing limbs and shrieking.
He jumped in after her, laughing when she came up for air, her hair plastered to her face.
“You know I had to do that,” he said, swimming closer to her while she dunked under to fix her hair and slick it back. Without her sunglasses (they were floating a few feet away from them) he saw the kindest, sweetest almond-shaped eyes he'd ever laid eyes on. They were smiling constantly, it seemed, and well... he was sadistic in the fact he wanted to make them stop smiling.
“I wasn't expecting it,” she admitted with a laugh. Guys probably never reacted to her like that. And why would they? She was rather intimidating, with her kind gestures and sizable... aura.
“Huh,” he swam a bit closer to her, and her eyes went from kind and sweet, to slightly round and surprised. She swam backwards until her back was against the edge of the pool, and his hands went to rest on either side of her head, keeping himself afloat. “What were you expecting?”
Her bottom lip quivered a bit, and she looked a bit scared but she didn't look like she'd run. “I don't know. Pool boys... don't stick around...”
His head was inching towards hers at an angle, his eyes flicking from her eyes to her slightly parted lips. He wanted to say a million things - “they're idiots”, “stupid”, “blind”, and of course “idiots” - but instead he pressed his lips against hers, reveling in the shaky sigh that she let into his mouth. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he pressed his chest into hers; the feeling of her supple breasts pushing against his solid chest was mind-blowing, the waves of the water passing between their bodies amplifying the sensation. One hand moved from the edge of the pool down to her hip, where he guided her body against his, her legs wrapping around his waist.
“I don't-” she panted between kisses, their chins being splashed by water. “I don't...”
“Live a little,” Minho chided, nibbling her lower lip as his hands moved down her soft sides to her hips. They weren't bony and hard, like a lot of girls' were, they were soft and slightly squishy. Easier to grip. Minho liked that. His fingers twined into the strings of her bottoms, tugging gently, letting the current of the water do most of the work as he got one side open. Yup. Completely bald. His mouth moved from her lips to her jaw, to her collarbone, tasting the mixture of chlorine and sunscreen and maybe a bit of regular lotion from earlier in the day as well.
“M-Minho...” her blunt nails dug into his back and it was a nice change from the horrifying claws that girls usually had.
He pressed his pelvis into hers, his hard cock rubbing against her inner thigh from inside his trunks, and he knew the message was clear. She was panting, she was already a mess, it was like the simplest, lightest touch set her off and couldn't bring her back. It made Minho feel powerful. With one arm still around his shoulders to keep himself afloat, Eunsook moved one hand down to clumsily undo Minho's swim trunks, her fingers catching on the velcro and getting tangled in the drawstring. He helped her out with one of his own hands and there wasn't much for foreplay between them, unless you counted the eroticism of being able to watch her sunbathe while he worked. Still, they were both just as charged as her hand moved from his drawers to his pelvis, her fingers tracing the lining of bones there, following a vein that was going up the side before sliding her palm over the lower portion of his ribs.
Good, she had been looking at his body.
He didn't want this to be one-sided in any way.
It was a bit surprising when she took ahold of his cock and tried to guide it to her pussy - his whole body shuddered and the cool water that was constantly circulating around his dick was a nice contrast against the warmth of her hand. He glanced down between their bodies, between the valley of her perfect breasts (which he couldn't help but lean his head down and give a few nibbles to), and helped her guide him in. The first, white-hot sensation almost made him drown right there, but as he pushed further into her body it got hotter and hotter, and impossibly tight, were virgins even this tight?, and he removed his hand from the base of his dick to palm her ass, squeezing it and gripping it as he held her still so he could force himself the rest of the way in.
She was mewling, she was a mess and she was turning into the liquid that was encasing the two of them, and thrusting into her with the water sloshing around them was really a bit strange. It threw off the rhythm a few times and he had to slow down or even stop to get their bodies to come together properly, but all in all she was clinging onto him arms and legs, her face buried into his neck. He was deep in her, his movements were slow, and he knew by the way her body convulsed with every thrust that he was hitting her in just the right spot.
“M-Minho, I... hn...” She sounded almost like a Japanese anime replica, with the high-pitched keens she was letting out. Each noise went straight to Minho's cock, his hips finding the strength to push in a bit deeper just when he thought he couldn't go any further.
In the midst of it all he pulled away from the edge of the pool, keeping her firm on his cock as he floated towards the shallow end. He needed more, he needed to have proper support and leveling in order to fuck her how he wanted to. His feet touched down in the shallow end and his hands went under her ass to keep her against him as he walked up towards the stairs; her legs unwound from his waist and the sweet suction of her pussy left his dick for a moment as she stepped onto the bottom row of stairs, her hands on the top-most row and her ass up in the air. The water was lapping at her thighs, her skin was glistening with droplets in the summer sun and she looked over her shoulder at Minho with hooded eyes, and that was all the go he needed.
He stood behind her and planted his feet, his cock finding its home inside of her once again. His hands gripped her soft hips and he bent over her back, pushing into her until his pelvis bumped against her ass. She might have bruises later, but he could care less about that as he reached around to gather her silky hair in his hand and toss it over one of her shoulders, exposing her neck as her body jolted with every thrust. It was glorious, to watch her skin ripple with the force, to see her ass jiggle and clap onto his dick. He wasn't going to last long, now that the water wasn't reducing the friction and he could fully appreciate their skin-on-skin contact.
A strained noise left Eunsook's throat and she hung her head, starting to fuck back onto Minho's cock. He clenched his teeth and exhaled slowly out of his mouth, feeling his end coming near - she was too tight for him to even dream of doing a marathon with her. But it couldn't end like this, not without...
He removed his hands from her hips and untied her bikini top at the back, letting it hang down over her breasts as they bounced free. He bent over her and palmed her tits fully, feeling her hardened nipples sliding against his fingers, feeling the weight of them in the palms of his hands, and there was no way anyone else could top this. Ever.
Her body spasmed after a few seconds and she whipped her head back, accidentally knocking Minho in the chin, but that little issue was ignored when she came, her body clenching around Minho's cock and the sound of water pouring onto water reached his ears. He pulled back and pulled his dick out until just the tip was in her grasp, and he watched as she squirted wave after wave, seemingly endless as her elbows quaked and threatened to give out on her.
That was the last straw, as he slammed inside of her once more, squelching the cum out of her pussy and down her thighs, and he pulled out quickly and jerked the base of his cock, his balls drawing tight as he grunted and released his seed onto her lower back, the pearly white substance slipping off of the wet surface and dripping into the water.
He panted, collecting his breath before he carefully lifted her up and helped her out of the pool, setting her down on her chair and tying up her bikini. It was a bit crooked and nothing like how she had it tied before, but he made an attempt before fixing his own trunks. She looked ready to pass out, and he smirked as he moved an umbrella over towards her to put her in the shade.
“There's...”
He was about to grab his shirt and leave, when he glanced up at her, curious.
She was smiling, and now all of a sudden that kind, sweet smile seemed a bit more... playful.
“There's still something stuck in the filter.”
He put his shirt on his wet torso, letting it cling to him as he gathered up his cleaning supplies. “Guess I'll be back next week to fix it.”
He heard her sigh in satisfaction as he left the pool area.
He sort of felt like crying, as he left. Sobbing, actually. But unlike the other pool boys... he definitely wanted to return.
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