Baby Blue Love

“We are dating,” Nayeon said, in a very serious tone. “What makes you think we aren’t?” She was looking straight at her and Dahyun was just trying to study her expression to see if there was any hint of unseriousness or hesitation.

But there was none.

Dahyun blinked wildly, her hands planted on Nayeon’s hip, remembering they were in the middle of a heated make out session inside Dahyun’s apartment when she suddenly stopped to ask that question.

The feeling of Nayeon’s butt was warm on her crotch and she was just glad that she was wearing compression shorts; due to expected results that was growing inside of her pants. She had to thank Tzuyu again for this gift.

“Sorry,” Dahyun said sheepishly. “I don’t think I’ve really experienced the parts of a relationship after the first date. So I don’t know how to read the signs and all that..." She looked away for a moment. "...Or if there needs to be a verbal agreement or something."

Nayeon simply smiled, she wrapped her arms around Dahyun’s neck and planted a kiss on her forehead. It was ticklish. “It’s okay.” Then she kissed her nose. That was ticklish too. “We’ve been seeing each other for almost two months now. Plus the making out, the dates and lounging in your apartment should be enough to tell you that we are definitely dating.”

Dahyun smiled at each kiss she got from Nayeon and then leaned in again to catch her soft lips. She loved the feeling already; this was something so unfamiliar for her and she used to be scared of messing it up if it happened again. But the amount of comfort and relief that Nayeon had brought to her was so otherworldly that sometimes it was hard for her to comprehend.

She wasn’t that inexperienced, she tried to convince herself that sometimes. Dahyun had her first kiss and it was amazing, she held hands with a girl once, she liked her very first date with that nice girl she met in college. Though when it came to Nayeon it felt like she was doing all these things for the first time, and it was way better than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

Nayeon was soft, she had the kindest words and even if she was so drowned with her work, she always had time for Dahyun. May it be a simple text, a phone call or even allowing Dahyun to visit her at her office just like the first time.

Then again, they just started this relationship. Everything was still fresh and there was still a chance for Nayeon to see who Kim Dahyun really was. That alone terrified her.

Dahyun’s thoughts were interrupted when a sudden feeling of pleasure spread through her neck going down to her groin. Her eyes shot open and then she realized that Nayeon was kissing her neck.

“H-hey.” Dahyun gripped Nayeon’s waist and tried to pull away but the touch was so powerful it immobilized her.

Nayeon still had her lips grazing onto her neck, nipping on the thin skin and then ran her tongue quickly before pulling away. “What’s wrong?”

She felt bruised from the constraint in her shorts, she was definitely hard now, but Nayeon probably didn’t know that. Dahyun shook her head. “N-nothing.”

“You don’t like that?”

Before Dahyun responded, she sat up properly, and pulled Nayeon closer. “No, it’s not that. It felt great.”

Nayeon smirked and then pushed Dahyun to lean back on the couch again, dipping her head towards the crook of her neck to lay more kisses on it. Dahyun had to curl her toes from the strong waves crashing down inside of her.

This was new. Very new.

And Nayeon kept going, her hands were traveling from the back of her neck all the way to her shoulders, gripping them as her tongue slithers out to graze her neck. Dahyun couldn’t help but let out a moan, she gripped onto Nayeon’s hips, enjoying the curves that molded perfectly in her hands.

Sure, Dahyun had a certain knowledge of what to do in these situations since she watched porn for as long as she could remember. But she didn’t expect the big difference of expertly watching people from the screen with a hand in her pants, than from actually being in the situation itself.

A part of her believed that her fantasies were distorted. Confidently thinking that if she was ever to bed a lovely lady, she would exude charm and sex appeal. But damn, was she completely wrong at that moment.

She was a slave under Nayeon’s ministrations. Her touch was like a command, strictly telling her to submit and obey. Nayeon’s hands were caressing her chest, slithering inside her shirt and then they were touching her stomach.

Dahyun felt like she was going to explode, her cock had been twitching and aching since the start of this. But she remembered the stories from her friends. There was a way to delay the inevitable. So she tried her best to concentrate on the kiss, it was sweet, like tasting a fruit and consuming it for its forbidden nectar.

And Nayeon tasted like a sin. But Dahyun didn't mind. If anything, everything about it made her want more.

At one point she felt like she passed out for a quick second and was revived back to her consciousness when a warm tongue enveloped her senses again. From their usual make outs, Dahyun was always gentle with Nayeon. She took time to touch, to taste, to feel her because she wanted every single moment they had to mean something.

But maybe there were moments where Nayeon didn’t want to go slow and romantic. Dahyun tend to forget that Nayeon had experience in this department. It was quite embarrassing when she had to reveal to the older woman that she was a virgin. There were so many thoughts running through Dahyun’s mind, and it felt like it was going a hundred kilometers per hour.

Nayeon pulled away from the kiss, leaving both of them panting for air but she didn’t wait for another second before she started taking Dahyun’s shirt off and then her own, throwing it at the side carelessly.

“You okay?” Nayeon asked, her hands slowly grazing through Dahyun’s exposed shoulders. “Am I going too fast?”

Dahyun immediately shook her head, she was dying to get rid of her compression shorts. “No, this is perfect—” she gulped, not entirely sure if she should say this again but it felt like she needed to. “I just hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“Babe—” Nayeon dipped her head again to kiss Dahyun, a bit hungrier than the first one, she pulled away and husked over her lips. “I don’t care.” Then she kissed her again, tongue already plunging inside her mouth.

She was blushing furiously at how the pet name made her feel. No one had ever called her that before. So hearing it made her heart flutter, and very flustered. But Dahyun didn't mind. She had ways wanted to feel like she belonged to someone that way.

Before she could react, Nayeon’s hands disappeared, pulling away for a moment to throw away her bra that suddenly came loose. And Dahyun’s eyes went wide at the sight of the two most beautiful things she had ever seen in her life.

“Boobs,” she absentmindedly blurted out. Her dick was definitely about to break from its seams.

Nayeon giggled and grabbed both of Dahyun’s hands to cup her breasts. “Is this your first time?”

She blushed hard again, darting her eyes from Nayeon’s gorgeous face to her gorgeous breasts. “Uh.. yes.” Then she gripped them a bit, earning a quiet moan from Nayeon. “Wow.”

They were definitely better than what she imagined. Soft, addicting, the feeling of the pert nipples grazing her palms were sending shivers down her spine. She started kneading them, her hands felt like they were sinking into the soft skin. Dahyun extended her thumb, teasing the erect nipple and it elicited a sharp breath from Nayeon.

Her shorts got even tighter at the sound of it. She made a beautiful woman moan. By her. With the knowledge that the person was doing this was her.

Nayeon started humming, despite what Dahyun was doing, her lips curling up to a mischievous smirk. She was about to ask what it was but then Nayeon slowly and painfully grinded herself on her crotch. Dahyun threw her head back, letting out a choked out moan when the movements were getting faster.

“You like that?” Nayeon asked in ragged breaths, grabbing onto Dahyun’s hands that were still groping her breasts and her hips moving at a quicker pace.

“F-fuck—” Dahyun almost choked again, the soft material of her compression shorts was giving more friction to what Nayeon was doing. She felt her balls tense up.

“Oh shit.”

“Nayeon—” Dahyun moaned again, she let go of Nayeon’s breasts and then gripped onto her hips, weakly telling her to stop, but she didn’t. The brunette seemed to enjoy what she was doing so she kept at it, hands holding onto her shoulders, her hips moving faster and in more intricate strokes.

Dahyun shut her eyes closed, her brows furrowing hard as she felt the buildup inside of her. She was involuntarily bucking her hips, enjoying the friction of Nayeon’s warmth grinding shamelessly on her boner.

But she knew she wasn't going to last long.

“Fuck, Dahyun,” Nayeon moaned out, dropped her lips again on Dahyun’s neck and then started sucking onto the skin.

She felt something leak and gripped onto Nayeon tighter, hoping to slow her down even for a moment. “N-Nayeon.”

Nayeon quickened her pace and Dahyun’s vision was wiped out. Her whole body was shaking, feeling her cum spurt out painfully inside her compression shorts, trying her best to stop it from happening but it did.

And there it was. 

Spilling inside her boxers, making it even more damp. 

How embarrassing.