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unspoken storm

⭒˚‧♱ pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader ⁺‧₊˚ ♡ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: On an unfortunate night of heavy rain you find yourself stuck without being able to move forward, until a kind man sees you and offers to give you lodging until the rain stops but he turns out to be your teacher; once being alone leads you to get to know each other better in such a specific way, exploring dangerous territories and forbidden fantasies. ₊ ⊹⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆 — 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: MDNI, smut, oral sex, fingering, pussy slaps, clit play, boob play, masturbation, pet names, hair pulling, chocking, light spanking, multiple orgasms, slight corruption kink, unprotected sex, creampie, adultery, teacher x student. word count: 19.6k

kinktober '24 ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. 07: professor

wen’s note: hello😃 the kinktober is still on going (sadly) #yolo #girlythings #slay

��Okay, take care of yourself too, honey. I love you. Don’t go out until the rain is over,” he said, looking out the window.

It was about to get dark, but the dense dark clouds forming in the sky made Kim Seungmin shudder, he had a complicated relationship with rain, he loved it, but certain aspects of it simply sent shivers down his spine, like the predicted rain now, which is bound to be intense and leave a huge series of weather consequences and disasters in its wake, he was scared, it was an unexpected intense storm that took—or was about to take everyone by surprise, that the people were advised at the last minute not to leave their homes. Seungmin sighed, lost in the dark grey clouds looking out from his little son’s room on the second floor.

An awkward silence formed, so thick that Seungmin could feel it even with his cell phone pressed to his ear. Things had been getting heavy between him and his wife for a while now, and he hated being alone in such situations. He couldn’t even tell her I love you without her forming a tense atmosphere, poor Seungmin almost fell weak at the silence.

“Seungmin, it makes me nervous not to be there, talk to your sister to know that Geonwoo is okay” mentioned from the other end of the line his wife, worried and sighing, deflecting the topic.

Seungmin drew a half smile on his face, almost picturing his wife’s worried expression perfectly. Her hand on her forehead, running her hand through her hair, and her frown, he imagined her inside the hotel room wearing her Chanel attire, her short, dark, shiny hair perfectly straightened.

“I’m sorry I left Geonwoo with Sangmi and his cousins, sorry to worry you, I didn’t know a storm was coming.”

Gaeun sighed again. This time, Seungmin heard her heels hit the floor and the sound of a sheet being wrung out. She sat on the bed and removed her shoes, he thought.

“It’s okay, Seungmin, I can’t take the flight because of the same thing with the storm; it will only last all night and part of the morning, I’ll still be in touch to hear from Geonwoo.”

Now Seungmin sighed, turning his body to the side of the window, “Okay, well, Gaeun…”

“I have to go,” she interrupted him. “Text me when you’ve talked to Sangmi to hear from Geonwoo. Bye.”

And she hung up the call she initiated, which initially excited the poor jilted man. Seungmin turned his body to look out the window again and this time he observed his neighborhood, the other houses in the suburbs painted faintly in gray colors. Big houses with big gates giving them privacy. His life was gray now. He thought back to the monotonous conversation just a few minutes ago despite his very clear and risky attempts:

“Hello, Gaeun! How are you, how was the conference?”

Seungmin was happy, missing his son’s warm company so without thinking he went upstairs to his room, dark, without turning on the lights, illuminated by the uncovered curtain on his window.

She didn’t even bother to answer him that, causing him to be displeased.

“Seungmin, you took Geonwoo to his taekwondo practice? Gosh, I forgot to tell you, I got a little late with the lecture.”

“Sure, I also know exactly what our son does” he grumbled, in a passive-aggressive tone.

“Mmm… that’s nice. I hear there’ll be a storm and it may be light out, so you’ll be fine with Geonwoo. It will only rain heavily here for a few hours but my flight was cancelled.”

Seungmin cleared his throat, knowing exactly that his wife would not agree with what he was about to say.

“About that… I know—Now… I didn’t know and Geonwoo took a bath, got some rest, we ate and I took him to play with his cousins at my sister’s house…”

“So? Isn’t Geonwoo with you at home now?” her tone went up, ready to start a fight, but she didn’t have enough energy. “Good. Take care of yourself, I think the storm is about to start, it’s dangerous for both of you to drive and go to pick him up.”

Seungmin sighed despondently again, unhappy with the lack of communication was causing in his marriage. He loved Gaeun but every time he approached her she only seemed to block him, he felt he was closer to his divorce than he was to patch things up with the woman he loved. He looked down, staring at the shiny ring around his finger, thinking of the symbolism and meaning of eternity it was supposed to signify. He let out a disbelieving chuckle, playing with his ring and resigning himself to the fact that once again, as soon as Gaeun return from her trip, she wouldn’t be the same as she always was, the one he knew and loved.

He looked at his little Geonwoo’s room, empty and perfectly tidy as he was a pretty neat and tidy child like his father, but lately, Seungmin felt like everything was a mess and out of place. He couldn’t fix things, and he couldn’t tidy it up which drove him crazy, sometimes he questioned if he really loved her… or if was it to maintain the perfect image of a happily married family.

He didn’t let any more time pass and phoned his sister.

“Sangmi—”

“We’re fine, we’re all here, Hyunjin is already in the house. You’ll let Geonwoo sleep, here, right?” his sister quickly replied.

A sharp flash of lightning illuminated the gray suburban scene of his neighbors, making the answer more than obvious, Seungmin began to get nervous. The rain started.

He grimaced and began to walk down the stairs.

“Mmm, please. I didn’t prepare for the storm.”

“No one did, actually. You want to FaceTime with Geonwoo?.”

“Shit, it’s not the end of the world, but sure.”

“Seungmin, a storm can seem scary to a five-year-old,” his older sister scolded him.

“And I’m not with my little guy, dammit. Pass him to me.”

Seungmin plopped down on the couch and talked to his little boy for a while, gently explaining that he would sleep over there and early in the morning he would go get him. Seungmin had hung out with his sister for a while and had a last minute conference to attend, so he left his son there in the meantime, however on the way, about to arrive at his destination he got a message, that the meeting was canceled due to unexpected news of an approaching storm, so they wished him a safe stay at home. He disgruntled, parked his car and inquired a bit about the unexpected news, being taken by surprise by the sudden weather forecast, the day was cold and cloudy but he did not know that something that intense was coming. His sister texted him right away, sending him home since it would take time to get back to her house anyway and he would probably be caught off guard by the rain while driving. Seungmin, with some guilt at not being able to be with his son and with a disapproving grimace heeded his sister, as she was right, he was closer to his home than hers. As soon as he got home he received Gaeun’s call and his internal conflict began again and again… wondering what had suddenly gone wrong.

A rumbling thunder startled him a little and the heavy drops hitting the outside violently made their presence felt in his silent and lonely house. The rain sounded fast and aggressive, Seungmin got up from the sofa, unwilling to turn on the TV and resigned that the light could go at any moment and went to check his windows, uncertain whether to leave the curtains uncovered or to cover his windows and, as he was rambling at the front window of his house, then suddenly, almost in a automatic impulse, he sighed, heading upstairs, making sure the windows were closed... until it was time to check his wife’s office. Seungmin hesitated, his hand on the cold doorknob, and entered. A place full of warm elements, specifically colder than the rest of the house, more so than outside. It was as if there was no point in that brightly lit place filled with family photos when they had once been a happy married couple.

Seungmin had no idea what was going on. Had she gotten bored of him? Why did he feel like a stranger every time he talked to the love of his life?

He entered the place slowly, wary of every step he took. Somehow the place looked different from other times, different from the sweet memories he has of carrying his son to her office, asking Gaeun for help every time the little one cried and Seungmin didn’t know what to do, they were both first time parents, parenthood was so new to both of them and it still was. But one was enough, or so his wife demanded, she wouldn’t even entertain the idea of getting pregnant again.

Seungmin sketched a half smile as his long slender fingers finely touched the desk, oh, the sweet memories of passionate and wild lovemaking on that piece of furniture were just that, passing memories etched in his mind that came to attack him at his most vulnerable moment. Just like the unexpected rain, it was like his time alone in that weather was pushing him to the limit. He clenched his fist; should he leave his wife? Let her be happy? Gaeun stopped smiling. He missed her smile, he missed her. But it actually made her happy not to be with him anymore?

The windows were closed. Just like his wife’s heart. Seungmin stood behind one of them, giving the view of another angle of the street of his neighborhood. He wasn’t watching anything specific, nor did he expect to, until he saw a figure lost in the heavy rain, standing on the sidewalk, between in front of his home and his neighbor’s house. Seungmin watched the figure, craning his neck and leaning toward the window to distinguish the figure better, frightened, curious, and in disbelief. It was a poor girl, in the rain. Almost as if she were a ghost.

It was you, stuck and trapped in there, soaking wet and feeling useless. You had been in the town library until late because only that library had those old volumes of books you liked to dig into, to your luck, you had forgotten your laptop in your dorm, but to your bad luck, you found out about the rain later and naively believed you could make it to the university on time by following your same routine walking, speeding up your usual steps, without the storm catching you, but it did, and it did it in such an unfavorable spot, you were in a neighborhood, stranded. Your heart was pounding, and you felt at the end of the world, nervous, unable to take your cell phone out of your bag because it would obviously get wet, your only option was to take refuge under the roof of the front porch of a house, or seek shelter with one of the families inside them, but you were paralyzed, with fear, it was a wealthy area, all houses surrounded by big gates, no one could see you, and all for being too stubborn and follow your same route as always…

You were about to move, to look for that shelter, when a manly shout in the distance, blurring between the sound of the rain hitting the ground, practically saved you from everything. And a mischievous, innocent but amused smile formed on your face as you knew exactly who it was.

“Hey, you! Over here! Come here!”

You turned to see the familiar voice that seemed to be shouting at you and carefully ran, clutching your bag tightly to do your best to make your cell phone survive the rain, until you approached the slim, masculine figure.

Seungmin wandered for a few seconds, whether to help you or not, whether to leave you in the rain, he even wondered if you were real or if it was something he was imagining, causing him a tingle of a shiver down his back, he still questioned what kind of person and gentleman he would be if he simply decided to ignore you, worst case scenario was that you could be something paranormal or a serial killer, either option would at least start a flame in his boring life, he thought. However, as your sodden, grief-stricken complexion drew closer to the entrance of the gate, Seungmin could gradually recognize you, as could you. Finally, you were close, gently stealing each other’s breath; you raised your gaze, seeing his soft expression that you had so memorized, and in a faint whisper you could only ask, pretending to be surprised:

“Professor Kim?”

He didn’t stop to acknowledge you on the front of his house and just stretched out his arms, feeling the cold, damp October weather shiver his skin. He was effortlessly gorgeous holding an umbrella, inviting you to get underneath it too.

“Come in, please come in,” he said, leading you to the entrance of his house, closing his gate.

The limit of the umbrella’s protective space forced you to get closer, catching a glimpse of his masculine countenance, his smooth jaw, his sharp profile; the closest you’ve ever been to him. You almost breathed in his perfume, but the satisfying smell of earth and wet pavement was stronger.

You barely saw the entrance, a sweet nice garden tinted in grey and plants violently hit by the rain drops.

Your body slowly resented the change in weather, from harsh cold to the warmth of his house that slowly embraced your body, still, you shivered from the cold still having difficulty adjusting, all your skin, numb and bristling, your muscles stiff and standing unexpectedly in the foyer of your college music teacher—your favorite one, didn’t help matters. You fidgeted slightly as you let your eyes feast on his worried countenance and the sight of his cozy dwelling, enjoying the sweet scent of cinnamon and soft pine.

“God… you must be cold, you’re—”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry too, I’m soaking your floor….. Mr. Kim.”

He left the umbrella and put his hands on his hips, undaunted that you knew his name since he knew exactly who you were. His student. Y/n. What he didn’t know exactly… was what you were doing in that neighborhood, since it was away from the college area, going more towards the nearest city.

You examined him, noticing very small, shiny droplets in his dark hair and his slightly wet shoulders, making it visible on his shirt. He looked so good.

“Nothing’s wrong—” he murmured, staring at your wet body, lightly soaking his floor, your posture gently hunched over, your clothes tight to your body, your knees uncovered by your skirt, pulled together, “Wait, here.”

Seungmin hurried to the laundry area in his house, returning in short seconds with a towel, but he lost himself at the sight of your light beige sweater wet and pressed on your breast, revealing a little of your pale pink bra. You were still hunched in place, surprised by the suddenness of the situation, embarrassed to be standing in your teacher’s doorway dripping his floor. You looked at Seungmin, who handed you the towel, quickly and scared that you caught him looking at your body, with a soft expression of concern on his face, furrowing his straight eyebrows and friendly gaze. You noticed. He watched you, and he liked what he saw.

“Mmm… Miss, Y/ln, right? Y/n?” he mentioned as he handed you the towel abruptly, clearing his throat.

You nodded happily, immediately causing a warmth in your stomach knowing that he recognized you since you were just another student in his class, of the multiple he used to teach at different semesters. Just another woman from the multiple he saw at work everyday. He was also a sport commentator, more specifically for baseball in a national news channel, making him a micro-celebrity. How could you not know him, he was handsome and gain a lot of respect, but he was also a simple teacher, having so many facets in him. Does he loves music? Does he love baseball?

“Yes” you laughed softly, looking him in the eyes, “Thank you” you mumbled shyly.

And to think you don’t know shit about sports, but watched every time he was there.

You grabbed the towel, shyly drying the ends of your hair, arms, and legs, and then wrapped yourself in it….. You suddenly thought that the house was so quiet… and knew perfectly well that Professor Kim Seungmin had a wife and a young son. They are not at home? Why would his wife let him attend to a young girl in distress in the rain? You would be jealous if Kim Seungmin were your husband. He was all dream and charm.

Seungmin saw your act, the towel passing over your body, holding back a sigh as he thought… now what? He couldn’t send you out again, neither could anyone else pick you up right now. He hadn’t thought that far ahead, more than just giving you quick help. It was obvious, you had to stay, at least until the storm subsided. You watched Seungmin, his bright eyes with some uncertainty in them… he didn’t expect, that of all people, it had to be specifically one of his students that he had to give shelter to for the time being. In a way, he was relieved, at least you weren’t a complete stranger. He knew you, your work was impeccable and you were a smart and outstanding student, but you were still his student and he was still your teacher. The situation seemed strange to him… but he was doing it purely out of kindness. The rain was heavy. The decision was more than obvious, so he, quickly keeping order as in any of the situation, said, coming out of his trance:

“You need to take off your clothes” his sudden comment between the silence of his home and the noise of the rain outside gently and playfully raised the corner of your lips, retaining a smile, you watched him shyly but mischievously, he understood how the comment could have been interpreted that he even in a way got a little nervous. “You’re so wet…” he didn’t make it better, “and you might catch a cold, come on, come. Leave your shoes in the hall, grab some slippers, I’ll put your clothes in to dry and I can give you something to wear in the meantime.”

He held out his arm, gesturing with his it inviting you to follow him, but neither of you moved an inch. You watched each other, squinting your eyes softly, watching him closely. He was dressed in a white button-down shirt, loose fitting to his slim build, and soft beige pants, you wondered if this was how he always dressed, even at home. Professor Kim was handsome, smooth ivory skin, short black hair, and narrow brown almond-shaped eyes that always made him look so innocent and friendly, you found his usual very serious expression tender, he kept his youthful appearance, he was shy, quite a tender and cute husband, the kind of man you dream of having at home, he likes baseball, he knows his fatherly role and things around the house, but he also has his soft and artistic side, which is what he does for a living. You’d be lying… if you didn’t admit that you’ve had a crush on him for a long time, ever since the first course he taught you in college. But you kept it all that way, secret and innocent, you knew he was married and older than you, everyone knew he was married to the head of the business school, a former member of the most popular sorority at the university, where they met. You were curious to know… where she might be… or if you had been lucky enough to be alone, because to you that’s exactly what it looked like. Seungmin took a slow breath and blinked suddenly until he managed to snap out of his trance, wondering for a second what it was that consumed him in seconds, the sight of you, helpless, cold and wet, sharing glances.

“Oh… were you going somewhere? It’s obvious you can stay here until the rain calms down” he said suddenly, reproaching himself that in a situation like this, there wasn’t much to do.

You shook your head. “Thank you very much. Well, there’s not much I can do. I was stuck in the rain. I still have to check if my phone didn’t get wet. Thank you, Mr. Kim… just, I didn’t mean to inconvenience you or your wife, sorry.”

Seungmin smirked, almost snorting at the word wife. He raised his eyebrows for a second and ran his tongue along his cavity. He was annoyed. Annoyed that he couldn’t control something he held in his hands. Your comment was subtle, you just wanted to know one thing, besides the reason for getting such an expression as a response…

“Oh, no. We’re alone. I hope you don’t mind” he added, more respectful, taking a step back.

You shook your head again, the corners of your lips almost wanting to twitch again in a mischievous smile. You were about to have your alone time with him. It was as if the world was working wonderfully after the cardiac moment it had gotten you through under the storm.

“Not at all. Thank you very much. I’ll call someone to come get me as soon as the rain is over.”

You both knew that wouldn’t be anytime soon.

“I’ll give you a ride, don’t worry,” he replied as he tried to find a solution for you, “Go on, change in the guest room, I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“Agh, even my bag is wet, can I leave it here too?”

Seungmin nodded with a smile, you took out your cell phone, thankful that it didn’t get wet, and followed his pace behind him. You admired every detail of what you could of his house until he led you to the guest room.

You were cold, your wet clothes were heavy and clinging to your body, your hair was a mess.

“Wait here… let me get you some clothes” he told you.

As soon as he went into his closet… he asked himself what the fuck he was thinking, letting his student in. But he sighed, thinking that it would have been exactly the same situation but with an unknown woman, either way, it looked bad.

But he had to admit it. It was the most fun he’d had all week. Caught in the rain with a pretty girl. He snickered, thinking it was silly.

But it’s just kindness, kindness. He thought over and over again. He picked up a white sweater with thin blue horizontal stripes quickly, but stopped as he thought… what will you wear underneath. Seungmin rubbed his forehead nervously and the first thing that came to his mind was his wife’s exercise leggings. And then his mind won, betraying him and thinking of your body, soaking wet and his mind visualized if it was even possible… that even your underwear is wet too. He bit his lip, not wanting to give you a pair of his wife’s panties so as not to look like a pervert, so he just took the two garments and would feign ignorance and that’s all he could think to borrow you.

You were there, waiting for him, standing still in your place in front of the pretty white door that gave access to the guest room. You were still shivering from the cold, your skin bristled and your nipples were hard; still… you took the time to look around his house, you still couldn’t believe you were alone, it was a unique opportunity you hoped to enjoy, alone, together with your crush of years, Professor Kim, trapped under the same roof, deep down you hoped the rain would stay.

“There it is,” he said, appearing in the hallway.

You smiled shyly at him, brushing his hand subtly as he held you clothes and entered the room. Seungmin watched from head to toe your wet body backward enter the room, which he was going to offer you if the rain continued throughout the night, and as soon as you closed the door he turned, turning his back to it, puffing air into his cheeks, putting his hands on his hips and letting out the air he had been holding. He wondered if he should tell Gaeun, that he found his student lost in the rain and was going to spend the night at the house. But it sounded insane, he comforted himself by thinking that it wasn’t like Gaeun cared too much either, things were going so badly with her, but she was still his wife. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, about to tell her, but decided against it, chances were she would never even find out you were there, what was the point of telling her right now, besides he had no phone signal.

You on the other hand, looked at yourself in the mirror of the room and closed your eyes deeply in shame, thinking that you looked like a mess in the rain, wet, like a cat waiting to be rescued, it was obvious that Mr. Kim’s kindness was going to save you, because you were lucky that he noticed you. You went back to drying off and tidying up as much as you could. You took off your wet clothes and cursed because even your underwear was wet.

You put on the leggings, first looking at them closely and assuming exactly whose they were. At least they looked good on you. And then the soft sweater, this time the huge smile appeared on your face without shame, you knew it was Seungmin’s, something about it told you so besides the obvious manly cut of the garment. You grabbed your cell phone quickly, you couldn’t help but take as many pictures as you thought necessary at your teacher’s house wearing his sweater. But you saw something you didn’t like very much, no signal on your cell phone. You were hoping to at least distract yourself a little bit with it, acting like a typical, normal, disinterested young woman, using her phone, otherwise you would go crazy… since... you had to interact with Professor Kim.

You came out embarrassed, with your wet clothes in your hands and smiled as you saw him there waiting for you. His manly back wearing that white shirt that fit him well and made him look more attractive. Seungmin turned to see you, acting fast.

“Ah, yes, let’s go.”

Night had fallen on you without realizing it, so as you passed by he was lighting the way by turning on the switches in his home. By far, the interior design of his house was just like you imagined, dark furniture details, warm light, everything tidy; Seungmin directed you to his laundry room, but you shyly had your clothes wrapped up, because you had put your panties and bra in there, you were blushing, wanting Seungmin to turn around, but he was attentive, holding the washer lid for you.

“You can wash it and then dry it, I guess we’ll have time, apparently the rain will last for quite some time.”

You stared into his eyes, letting out a brief, nervous chuckle with a smile and as soon as he made eye contact with you, you took the opportunity to awkwardly shove your clothes into the machine.

“Really, thank you, Mr. Kim” you said genuinely, wanting to distract him.

He liked it when you called him by his name formally. He could’ve said you call me Seungmin, at least just for tonight, but he didn’t want to. Seungmin closed the lid of the washing machine and let it do its work after having previously prepared it while you were changing. He watched you for a moment, deciphering the kindness in your eyes but there was a certain glint of darkness in them that he didn’t know exactly what they meant, it intrigued him too much. Once again you felt some tension build, both of you were close, with nothing but each other’s breaths and gazes. He was about to move, to get out of there to want to cut and evade that strange feeling that was growing in him, when a loud thunder startled you and you took a step forward, brushing against your teacher’s body. Seungmin laughed softly, amused by your reaction. You closed your eyes, slightly frightened and whispered almost to yourself:

“God, storms make me nervous.”

Seungmin smiled, saying nothing, and didn’t notice your non-existent closeness until you opened your eyes and both of you stared at each other again, his smile slowly erasing, again going into a trance, seeing your eyes, your lips… god, it had been a long time since Seungmin had felt tension like this, it had been months since he had felt something so intimate, private and exciting. He couldn’t stop, he liked the sensation forming in him, his eyes traveled to your neck to your chest breathing deeply, your nipples became hard again, and your skin bristled at Seungmin’s intense gaze which you had never witnessed before, you could almost swear that his gentle and docile gaze would never change no matter what, that he was serious but you weren’t able to imagine him being angry or being rude… but now… it was just a game of piercing gazes. Seungmin smiled inwardly, looking cheekily at your chest, thinking maybe it was an attempt of yours to seduce him.

You half-opened your mouth, almost ready to speak, you didn’t know what exactly to say but you were both lost in each other, brushing bodies and clothes, unfortunately, the loud noise of the wind blowing and the tree branches hitting his windows distracted and scared both of you a little. Seungmin regained his posture, moving away from you. What at first was his heart beating vividly, passionately, and deeply, turned into a nervous and rapid beating; nothing could justify his actions, he didn’t know what he was doing, letting you come inches closer to him, allowing you to have intimate glances and breaths, he must have lost his mind, he felt dizzy, confused, a pervert for having a series of thoughts about you. Maybe the loneliness and abstinence were making him a little unhinged, he hadn’t had sex with his wife in long months.

But that didn’t justify wanting to fuck the first attractive woman who came across him and had a sexual tension.

“Mmm, it’s already night, are you hungry?” he spoke, nervously.

Seungmin wished to erase all thoughts, but being alone, trapped in the rain didn’t help him at all.

You licked your lips, looking at him and wondering if the situation would allow it… would you kiss your teacher? It was obvious he was nervous, you found it tender and warm the way he opened his eyes somewhat frightened, turning away from you, avoiding you.

“Mmm, no, thank you, were you… about to eat dinner, Mr. Kim?” you said a little flirtatiously, approaching him with slow steps.

Seungmin kept backing away nervously, as if he was someone else, as if he hadn’t seen your nipples harden brazenly a minute ago. He let out a chuckle, sighing in mock relief.

“Oh, no. That’s good, because I’m really not good in the kitchen” he joked, a big grin on his face.

You laughed softly.

“But” he continued, clearing his throat, “can I offer you… tea? You must be cold, let’s go get some hot tea.”

Seungmin turned quickly… thinking about what was supposed to entertain you for the night and remembered, of course, that you both shared a love of music. He gave you a small smile as he prepared the tea and you sat on the kitchen island chairs, leaving your useless cell phone with no signal on the counter.

The tea making was serious for him. You thought it was cute, he had it all, cups ready, plenty of options, it was tender, until you eyes got fixed in the way his long slender fingers worked.

Something about him today was making you restlessly excited, every move he made, he looked so elegant and attractive, putting the kettle on while dressed and looking like a handsome TV actor.

You had enjoyed your time with him, but it was hopelessly strained by the feeling of tangible tension in the room, maybe it was time to go home. Time to leave before you do something stupid.

“And… do you live around here?” he said suddenly.

The question surprised you. You didn’t think he would ask, but it was obvious, what were you doing in a kind of private wealthy neighborhood when you were supposed to live in a simple dorm at the university.

“No…” you mumbled nervously, “my aunt does, about 4 blocks from here” you lied. “I was at the local library for a paper and the closest option was this neighborhood.”

Lie after lie, you had a couple of secrets you’d never dare tell him, like the fact that you dated a guy long ago whose family lived in that same neighborhood and now, almost by fate, found out exactly where Seungmin lived.

Seungmin grimaced, leaning his body and elbows to the counter, a curious expression on his handsome face.

“Mmm, maybe I know her, maybe not, I don’t know everyone…”

“Yeah, I live in a dorm but, there’s something about the library in town that I like better than the one on campus” you interrupted him, trying to divert his attention.

He raised an eyebrow, “Your aunt was waiting for you at home?”

“No… I took the quickest way I could and still ended up wet” you replied to which Seungmin laughed, “And there’s no signal on my phone.”

“Ah, yeah, not on mine either. We’ll be out of communication for a while and then it’ll come back. This damn town and its problems. Is your phone charged at least? I heard there’ll be a blackout soon.”

You nodded quickly, stirring in your chair, sighing softly thinking about how to survive that night having him right in front of you, his arms exposed by his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his sure attractive appearance and complexion, staring at you. Until again, the squeaking of the teapot distracted you again. Seungmin prepared the tea very mainly and sat down next to you, passing you a plate with three biscuits, inviting you to take one with his gaze and a gentle waggle of his eyebrows, willing to at least enjoy someone’s company on that terrifying night of unstoppable rain.

You whispered a soft thank you, enjoying his company, admiring your closeness, blowing into your tea before taking a sip and feeling the immediate warmth in your body and the sweet taste. Cinnamon. You could smell since he was making it. So sweet and warm, just as you imagined the skin on his neck would be, with your nose brushing against it, delicately.

You both watched each other in silence for a moment, sipping from your drinks and taking a bite of the biscuit, until you decided to say more relaxed:

“Were you going somewhere dressing like that?”

He smirked immediately.

“Like what?” he asked, lowering his gaze to his attire. “Is it too much? It’s casual.”

“No. It looks good on you but…” Seungmin blushed slightly, his eyes widening in surprise at the soft compliment, cup in his hand “I don’t know why I thought you’d wear something more comfortable than… those beige pants.”

Your gaze unconsciously went to his thighs, his long thighs trapped in those jeans, you really hadn’t the slightest intention of seeing him like that, but you noticed Seungmin’s throat clearing and his hands rubbing on his thighs nervously. You raised your gaze, to meet his face close to yours, avoiding looking at you, with his lips pressed together. A wicked smile came across your face, still not understanding how he went from confident to shy in seconds. You lowered your gaze to his thighs, now really inspecting them the way he believed from the first time.

It was driving you crazy, you liked him too much.

“Oh yeah, and what did you think I’d wear?” he commented, using a playful tone.

You looked at him. There wasn’t so much need for more words to feel the ineffable. But you both wondered, who would be the one to make the very risky and forbidden move?

Again, his piercing gaze on you and his few inches of very little help.

“Mm, maybe-”

“Do you often think about what I’m wearing?” he chuckled, sipping from his tea.

Now he was slightly nervous. It was like a game, passing the anxious feeling among the tension.

He cleared his throat again. Stopping himself. Repeating to himself that you were his student and he had to treat you with respect.

“I was about to go to a meeting but it was canceled because of the storm” he added before without even letting you think of a quick answer.

“And why are you alone?” you words slipped from your mouth, in a soft sincere tone.

You saw his side in profile. You honestly just wanted to see him talk and talk. You threw the question out without thinking and earned a slightly dirty look from him, raising an eyebrow. Seungmin watched you for a few seconds before answering, then averted his gaze to the front.

“My wife is at a conference in another city,” he replied, almost reluctantly.

You played a bit with the cup, not taking your eyes off him. Why would he talk about his wife like that?

You nodded slightly and looked straight ahead too, at nothing specific. You pressed your lips together, thinking that you were no one to ask about his son and it was strange to mention the topic since he never did in the first place, and you... you just knew.

You felt the conversation was ending. Words were missing and there was only the haunting sound of heavy rain between you.

Your heart began to pound, you watched his exposed arms lean back against the kitchen island and suddenly you felt more of a doom approaching. You had to leave. You had never planned such a thing, never thought of him more than your little crush, never fantasized about him with uncontrollable passion as you did just now. You could control yourself, but you found it too difficult. That ring on his finger seemed to be staring at you, but something about the rest of him looked so inviting.

“Do you think... the rain will stop soon?”

You spoke. Seungmin reacted, delighting in your soft voice close to him after having had that series of thoughts where he questioned absolutely everything about him... what he could have done wrong for his wife to have stopped loving him? Almost forgetting that he had such a sweet company by his side.

“What?” he turned to look at you slightly concerned, “No. Why?”

You were embarrassed now, to have his attention and to say something that wouldn’t make sense now, let alone in the situation you were both in right now, trapped.

“To... not to bother you and go home,” you said, embarrassed, looking down and almost in an uncertain whisper.

“What?” he repeated. “You’re not bothering me, on the contrary... we can keep each other company, for now.”

You blushed and smiled. Your lips glossy and appetizing from the steady sips of tea. Seungmin wished for a second to be that cup to be between your hands and feel the brush of your lips.

Seungmin swallowed dryly. Nervous and overthinking suddenly.

“This... is making you uncomfortable, do you want to go home?”

You quickly denied, cowering at the thought of whether you wanted to flirt with him. It was just you two drinking tea.

“No, no. It’s not that... it’s just... kind of hard to be without a cell phone signal.”

He chuckled softly, gently raising the right side of the corner of his lips.

“You can’t live without your phone?”

“Oh! It’s not that either it’s just... I’m just thinking I hope my roommate thinks I'm okay."

He nodded softly and took another drink of his tea. You’ll be fine. Safe. He thought. That he had to calm down, he’ll never put you at risk, nor touch you. Why would he?

“But you are. I don’t think she’s going to come out looking for you in this situation, is she?”

You smiled amusedly in denial.

Silence formed between you. Your body relaxed at his presence, your heart was beating normally, it was just a soft, slight nervousness that wouldn’t leave you at ease. You never thought that such a moment would come, so you never thought what to talk about with your beloved crush, Professor Kim.

He sighed. You couldn’t watch a movie together, there was no wifi. But he could invite you over, make you feel more comfortable, like a guest or a visitor, show you his house, his music room, play some boring board game.

You felt yourself becoming shy beside him, after thinking it was cute when he got shy and you liked to playfully be slightly daring.

But his sincerity suddenly came out, giving insight into the reason for your silence, why there wasn’t much to say when he said:

“I guess... we don’t have much in common, huh? I’m just a teacher and you’re a student. I don’t want to ruin the moment by asking you about college, I know for many of you it’s a difficult or tiring topic that you’d rather not say.”

You smiled warmly at him, “I’m fine with talking about college. I like what I do. It’s not that tiring for me... and… you’re one of the professors who make studying worthwhile.”

Seungmin blinked, unprepared to receive a gentle compliment, coming from your soft lips covered in cinnamon tea.

“Well... Ah...” his eyes wouldn’t leave your figure for a second, tracing every feature of your face with his gaze, causing a slight warmth on your cheeks that he gradually noticed. “I guess we haven’t introduced ourselves either, we just assumed to know each other. I’m Kim Seungmin, a music teacher and... baseball commentator in my spare time.”

Your cheeks were starting to ache from smiling and trying to hide such a gesture all the time. It was like a dream filled with a dark palette of colors and the only bright thing was the two of you sitting next to each other. A beautiful scene, where you both decide to get to know each other.

“Y/n. Music student and... Taking journalism courses.”

You were afraid of sounding uninteresting to him, after all, your lives were opposite, but you connected in a way. He was an adult with his life figured out, you were a simple young woman whose life revolved around working or studying hard for your future.

Seungmin could have asked your age, but he didn’t want to. It was not relevant. He didn’t want to know the obvious age difference between you. You were young, pretty, sitting daintily next to his slim build of a man, older than you.

“Journalism? You want to end up on a news channel too?” he commented amused, taking a gentle sip of his tea again and setting it down on his plate afterwards, causing the distinct and first sound between you, glasses coming together.

You let out your smile again, laughing softly, “No, no, I really don’t see myself doing that.”

“And how do you see yourself in the future then?”

Hopefully by his side, his arms, in the nearest future. You thought. But it was harder than expected it.

“I don’t know yet... maybe, writing about music. Mm, that’s why I was at the library, only there are old newspaper archives saved on their computers.”

Finally, a truth spoken.

“Oh, so you’re a smart girl.”

As if Seungmin couldn’t like you more at that very moment, you come to mess with one of the qualities he likes so much in a woman.

You turned slightly red again.

“I wouldn’t say that as such...”

“Come on, be honest,” he spoke, more relaxed, turning his body slightly towards yours “what college student does their homework... goes to the library, on a Friday afternoon?”

You smiled incredulously.

“A lot of them actually, Mr. Kim” you replied evidently, turning your body towards him as well. “I think you slightly misconcept students” you joked.

Seungmin wanted for a second to change the tea for a beer, to make it more homely, more relaxed and joking, making it the perfect excuse to squeeze your shoulder ‘friendly’, the perfect excuse to talk to you like a cute and kind woman he met by chance, make it the perfect excuse to touch you and get close to you. But he had to stop all those thoughts and attempts.

Seungmin smiled, showing off his perfect, cute teeth, with a more relaxed countenance.

“Okay, okay. I get it. Then you’re just a good girl.”

In your mind you responded to that. You could have. It didn’t cost anything. More than a slightly awkward smile that showed your nervousness, making you look tender, as you nodded softly. But you didn’t. It was the way he said it, that caught you and surprised you, making you stare into his eyes, lost. It seemed like he said it in a soft, subtle tone... like he was flirting with you.

You didn’t want to delude yourself. But him staying with his body also turned towards you, not taking his gaze off you and allowing the tension to build told you otherwise, it was the worst thing, he was allowing it.

Seungmin achieved his goal. You got so worked up just with a subtle tone of his words. Right where he wanted you.

Your smile gradually faded and more like a reaction of disappointment, it was quite the opposite. Surprise. Uncertainty. Fear that the worst was about to happen.

At this point your knees were colliding and Seungmin opened his long thighs letting yours have a better fit between his. The breathing of both of you increased, there was no reason for both of you to be so tense, watching each other with an insightful desire. He is married and he is your teacher.

Seungmin wandered in his thoughts, if that’s what you wanted... or if he approached you he would look like a perverted, unfaithful idiot. He was transfixed, lost, enchanted and mesmerized in you but one false move and it could all be ruined. It was forbidden, risky. You both lost too much... or won.

And before you could even decide... the loud enough sound of his washing machine indicating that your clothes were ready to go into the dryer was sufficient to distract you both. Seungmin closed his eyes deeply, coming back to his senses, realizing the cruelty and stupidity that was about to happen if neither of you stopped, if only one of you had leaned a few inches closer to the other... Seungmin would have caught your lips without a second thought, would enjoy every second of the velvet feel of you on him, would hold your face and revel in your fine jaw movements traced on his fingers.

He shook his head gently and in one swift movement, stood up from the chair.

“You… your clothes are ready...” he stammered, nervous, agitated and dizzy.

But you on the other hand, did exactly the same, awkwardly, without thinking, whispering a useless:

“I... I can go.”

You thought of your underwear immediately, you felt embarrassed that he had to be the one to go look at your clothes, it felt like an invasion of your privacy... but that didn’t matter now, it decayed and destroyed in seconds the moment you both stood up from your chairs awkwardly, pushing them back slightly and leaving you both facing each other, bodies completely joined.

It took you a short second to raise your gaze and convey again with your eyes what your minds were trying to hide. He could pull away from you, he should have, but he chose not to.

You could feel his body rubbing against yours, giving you goosebumps. Stiffening your nipples and your muscles, which Seungmin noticed and without even thinking whispered:

“Are you... cold?”

It wasn’t cold. But more like a mechanism for surviving his closeness, you could feel him so close, this time it didn’t take anything... just leaning closer to his lips. The shame left your body, that shame you felt for a second that he would see your underwear if he went to that beeping call in his laundry room, that moment between you was intimate enough, you wanted to be completely vulnerable before him if possible... but would you do it? Would you risk it? To your married professor?

You shook your head softly. Throwing it all to hell. Maybe just for tonight. You were alone, and if it’s just a kiss... you didn’t want to think about the consequences, you didn’t want to think about the highly possibility that he might throw and shove your body in annoyance that you made such a nefarious move, or that after a kiss you both didn’t know what to do... but his bright, dark eyes said something else.

Your eyes sparkled too. Your countenance relaxed and you half-opened your mouth. Seungmin knew exactly your next move as soon as he detected every single signal. But he stood there.

That lonely man let himself be carried away. He let him revel in your sweet face, your blushing cheeks and your eyelids closing, moving closer and closer to him to join your lips. Seungmin didn’t let it be awkward for a second, he also closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the new world of sensations you brought him to. From the first second your lips collided, you both knew that this was where you were both meant to be.

Explosions of emotions growing in you both, he first enjoyed the soft and pillowy impact of your lips and suddenly... warm, silky jasmine bloom petals, cinnamon flavored, a subtle and intoxicating sensation, driving him insane, hypnotizing him, velvet lips against his dry and lonely ones, it was so delicate and beautiful, leaving his heart pounding, leaving him with a lingering, unforgettable impression.

Both of you finally relaxed, leaving just than your racing hearts, strength and attraction to be with each other, but kissing deeply and passionately, sharing and creating a secret in the heavy rain that night.

It was leading to doom for both of you. The storm had unleashed more than one disastrous problem. Infidelity, lust, desire, passion. Revealing every little secret, your infatuation for a married man, your less than innocent intentions, your willingness to commit the perfect adultery; his lonely life, his abstinence, his sadness and rage and above all, the carnal desires of both of you. It was as if the two were kissing for the first time. It felt incredibly intimate and vulnerable. Your chest brushing against his, while both of your hands still dared not touch... it was purely wicked.

Seungmin clenched his fists tightly until he couldn’t feel his hand. He must push you away, he must stop kissing you, stop not reciprocating, but he couldn’t give in. It had been a long time since he had felt like this, with the level of adrenaline and excitement as he did now. He was enjoying and rejoicing in every damn second, forgetting who he is for a moment.

And then, just as a fleeting flash of lightning struck, followed within seconds by its thunderous sound, you dared to do it, to touch him... to put your hands on his chest as soon as you knew he was reciprocating just the way you had dreamed.

But that only unleashed almost a trigger in Seungmin. What were warm hands doing on him, wanting to wrap around his neck...? From another woman, a woman who wasn’t his wife... and what were his lips doing on yours?

He stopped it abruptly, pulling away from you, leaving you confused, your lips red, sucked and glossy, begging for more. But he watched you in fear, his tender eyes wide in terror, his flat chest rising and falling heavily as he stood three feet away from you.

He couldn’t believe it.

He began to get nervous. What had he done? Why, and with whom... with someone he barely knew? You had never exchanged so many words, more than the necessary ones shared in his class. But now... he was absolutely screwed, worst of all, he was liking it. Everything in him wanted to get close to you again and kiss you even deeper, to drown in you.

You smiled. Finding it ridiculous to stop just when things were about to get more real, you weren’t going to accept it. You had to have him, at least today, you both wanted this, you knew that.

You took steps towards him, but he kept backing away.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, it was a mistake.”

He tried to explain. Remedy himself. But it was in vain, you were so possessed by having him, now.

“Was it?”

You tilted your head and looked at him, your emotions running high. Your heart pounding hard in your chest like raindrops on the ground. Please don’t act shy, Mr. Kim, you wanted to say, but your intense gaze spoke for itself. The mistake had already been made and it was obvious that he reciprocated with an inexplicable passion because you both desired each other, but he was simply in denial for a moment, stunned, accelerated and frightened. Never, in his 13 years of relationship with his wife, had he ever...

Seungmin stood still, letting you approach him again. You thought he looked so cute. You didn’t know his wife and you didn’t want to.

And he thought... you were alone anyway. He thought about Gaeun; what will keep her so distant from him?

Having you like this, in front of him, with a bright, lustful gaze, willing to risk everything to this night... it made him think... that if it was possible that his wife’s lack of interest was because she also found someone else.

“The lights will go out any minute, we should get ready and look for flashlights and lamps and things from the.... garage...”

Seungmin swallowed dryly as soon as you got back in front of him. He didn’t even know what he was saying, he was spouting any nonsense... trying to distract himself from the obvious fact of his desire for you.

You nodded, playfully, pressing your lips together in a sizzling pout.

“You’re right, Mr. Kim. We should get ready... should we.... stay together?”

You brushed your nose against his. Sharp and strangely cold. Your bodies were coming together again and you tilted your head again, gently, this time in a more confident motion, not hesitating for a second whether he wanted it or not. You knew. Because he was slowly preparing his lips, because his whole body was yielding and surrendered in front of you. You kissed, slowly, knowing absolutely nothing about each other, but seeming to know every part of you, you were in such synchronicity. You were making the same movements, enjoying the same thing... or maybe Seungmin was enjoying it maybe a little more than you.

It was inevitable, that your soft lips, tantalizing and provocative, did not provoke in him a tingle in his very vulnerable organ, right in his crotch. He felt pathetic, feeling himself getting firmer and firmer and his erection pumping slowly up and down his length... all from the simple act of soft, short kisses, teasing him, from the simplicity and intimacy of the moment, of your lips touching his, then leaving them... leaving light, sonorous kisses that left him wanting more and more... until finally taking it hard and not letting go.

Seungmin held your face in his hands, a warm and cool sensation at the same time, he did it just as he had fantasized too, his fingers memorizing every soft stroke of your cheeks and jaw, of the feel of your lower face, moving, synchronizing in his movements, colliding face to face, his straight nose tenderly brushing your skin at first, then in seconds pressing hard, deepening each movement, each kiss, sharing breath, or lack thereof, absolutely mesmerized with each other.

Sweetly you placed your hands on his ribs and held on to that shirt that was too big for him. You let yourself go and moved as close as you could to his body, pulling him completely together, instantly surprised at the firm, hard sensation protruding from his pants.

It was obvious that by being kissed in such a sweetly wild and passionate way, in such an inexplicable way as you both were, you were also slowly building excitement, satisfaction and some sexual pleasure... but knowing that he was already fully aroused was something you didn’t expect. As you kept kissing... you wondered for a moment... if it was just that, a sizzling make out? Nothing more? Or if you should really be ready for anything and start with something more. Something truer, dirtier and more intimate, take action by discovering how this had Seungmin.

You began, opening your mouth tentatively, letting him taste the inside of your mouth, let your tongue play with his, let the act escalate and become even more erotic. Seungmin in disbelief took it all in and sucked your lips hard as this time he delighted in your warm, restless muscle. It was becoming real, but his intentions were still unclear.

The constant thought of whether something sexual was really happening... you had to be prepared. You never believed it. You didn’t even think you were capable of approaching your teacher beyond a simple question related to some project. What would have him so aroused? Besides the incredible fact of your sizzling kisses. But the thought that he was fantasizing about you made you gasp. But there you were, both of you, devoted. Your arousal was growing, having his warm body against yours, his mouth fighting against yours as well and his lean, tall build surrendered to what the night had in store for you was getting to you enough, making your body desperately ask for more and more of Seungmin. So you took a bold step in haste, an important action to finally be the two of you under that storm. If he’d already been fucked one part then you’d make sure he’d get fucked all of it and make it worth it.

With your sensitive area tingling and your lips tenderly moistened, right down there, while the ones on top were still being devoured by a man with his libido at its peak, one of your hands slowly slid down to caress his erection and squeeze it right under those pants. That took Seungmin by complete surprise, who at first gasped softly between your lips but your continuous caresses disoriented him even more, causing him to pull away from you for the second time. He took a step back again with his breathing heavy.

You bit your lip, confused and excited at the same time, you were agitated and fearful that you had done something wrong, besides the cruel game of adultery you were getting into, in the same house where he lived with his wife every day. Seungmin didn’t rethink the idea of infidelity, in the end he had already committed the stupidity... but he thought if...

“Darling... are you sure… of doing it?”

Seungmin’s ears were red and while your cheeks tinted the same color. His tone of voice was more serious and insecure. Inside, he was dying for you to say yes.

Seungmin... was never the most sexual man, he loved his wife and could live his life without having so much sex, and he was aware that devoting his life to his young son would gradually decrease their sexual encounters, he was fine with that, sex two or once a month, fine, he hadn’t even noticed that he didn’t do it that often... but no sex for four months, constant cold treatment from his wife towards him... it was driving him crazy, he needed more than discharge his energy, he needed to solve the problem from the root, get help by being a real man, but that night he was going to forget about that completely. He was going to have you all to himself if...

“Yes...”

You moved closer to him, tangling your fingers in the loops of his pants and pulling his body towards you.

“Isn’t this what you want too, Professor Kim?”

You used the most seductive tone you could find in you, making Seungmin’s cock throb just from the gentleness of your words. The thought went to his head and pumped centered in his crotch... you were both going to be corrupted.

He nodded, embarrassed. If you had known... that this would be happening... maybe you would have worn your best perfume so the scent would still linger on you, better make-up that would last over everything... but all those little details seemed to matter little to Seungmin. He wanted you, just now, you could tell in the hungrier way he kissed you, desperate but in nimble movements, without being messy for a second. You kept shyly rubbing his erection as Seungmin’s hands caressed you this time. His big hand on your face while the other cupped your neck, feeling the fineness of your hair getting in the way, your warm skin and throbbing body, Seungmin could feel it. His hand traced your breasts over the fabric of his sweater and down to your hip, you knew what awaited you, still you moaned between his tongue buried in your mouth as you felt his skin brush against yours, his hand moving up your abdomen under that sweater. Seungmin played with every inch of your skin, squeezing it tightly, stroking your skin and feeling every fine hair on your stomach and tracing his long fingers down your lower back, still not quite reaching your breasts.

You were panting, holding back subtle moans between his mouth pressed to yours. Those other people’s leggings began to bother you, to feel so suffocating on your legs. You were making a mess in his wife’s leggings, moistening them, leaving every trace of your throbbing sex from all the desire built up by Seungmin.

He wanted to take his time, enjoy your mouth a while longer and rejoice in the feel of your skin and then enjoy your breasts in his hands.

His swollen lips went down to the bare, sensitive skin of your neck, his hand removed some of your hair and let it rest on the back of your neck while the other finally dared to come up and touch your very aroused breasts, you heard him moan softly into your neck as he touched them, his fingers playing with your nipples, his big hand squeezing them.

“Why aren’t you wearing anything, huh?” he whispered in a babble, as aroused as he had ever been, every part of his manly body desperate for sex, his member rigid and needy, his heart almost pounding through his chest.

“M-my underwear got wet too...” you replied, causing you to shiver through the sounds of voices.

He scoffed at your neck. “And I thought you were such a good girl...”

You were beginning to despair, to sweat slightly even. Your cute, needy area hadn’t received any attention so far, unlike his, you kept rubbing his growing, large bulge.

“Come here” he whispered.

He pulled away from you slightly, placing your hands on your waist as he left fleeting kisses on you, pulling your body and to guide you following his slightly awkward step to the one of the edges of the kitchen island. Seungmin lifted your body with ease, leaving you sitting on the cold marble. You were grateful, every second you spent standing in front of him you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker, useless with incomparable sexual energy.

You had the opportunity to observe him completely, his agitated countenance and his sex infused with eroticism. You licked your lips, almost thirsty to see, touch, and feel what was visible under his pants, to visualize that bulge released... but his gentle caresses diverted your gaze and made you stare into his dark, lust-filled eyes.

A smile curled on his thin lips.

“Then I guess you’re not wearing your panties either.”

You shook your head at his comment and saw his hands lustfully lose themselves under that sweater, caressing your abdomen and breasts, making you bite your lips hard. In one swift movement, Seungmin pulled your body by your hips, leaving you close to him, your legs spread wide, positioning himself in between them and stealing a few kisses as his hands tugged at the leggings that were the only garment blocking his view of your needy sex covered deliciously in the lubrication released by your worked up glands.

You sighed half-heartedly and helped him up a bit, leaving those slippers on the floor and jerked your body, finally allowing the garment to slip off of you, his knuckles grazing your thighs, down your legs until you were vulnerably exposed. You bit your lip, unsure of being in such a position with him, but you were already highly aroused, just longing for him to finally touch you and make you his over and over again.

Seungmin scoffed, joyful, excited and finding it unreal everything that crossed his mind and he was dying to do to you. He almost sighed as he got a small glimpse of your pussy. You pressed your legs together, without thinking about it, preventing him from seeing the full view of you.

You moaned softly, your pussy exposed, feeling the ambient climate, wet and throbbing. Seungmin looked into your eyes as you saw every part of him, his face, his shiny black hair illuminated in warm light, his countenance, his hands on your legs, his large and appetizing erection... he watched you, seeking approval to which you nodded once and spread your legs, showing him sin disguised as pure paradise. His eyes sparkled as he realized that he would be pleasuring a beautiful woman, that he would have her vulnerable and aroused, moaning, touching and enjoying what was most forbidden to both of you. A beautiful and pretty woman, who on Monday morning had to treat her as just another student.

The corner of his lips forming a half smile and his cock trembled at the same time, he was dying for this feeling from you, for you to give his erect member a warm, frantic and cozy place to be in, he had yearned for it for a long time and now he had it all with you. Seungmin watched your face, slightly red, your body still wearing his sweater, leaning gently against the marble and your pussy exposed... your sweet delicacy of femininity gently rubbed by the fabric of those leggings, ready to be touched.

He teased you a little, superficially running his hands over your mons pubis, giving you a hot shiver and depriving you of an audible moan, thinking he was about to touch you, but he didn’t, his hands went up your abdomen and waist, lifting the sweater in his wake and leaving you with your breasts exposed, to knead and play with them, squeeze them, pinch your nipple, making every part of his hand remember the feel of them; then he leaned to you, you looked at him expectantly and excitedly and Seungmin dared to give you the sweetest kiss so far, slow, full of passion and secrets, as if you were a real pair of lovers.

His hands were still on your breasts and his lips came down in time with them, by the time Seungmin was kissing your jaw, his hand cupped your pussy in its entirety and his long middle finger slowly and gently caressed your wet pussy lips, causing you to moan. Seungmin pulled away from you, looking at you expectantly and fascinated at the result of your sweet red face beginning to moan; he continued with hot wet kisses on your neck, squeezing your breasts with one hand and with the other finally working on your needy sex.

He almost raised an eyebrow, slightly taken by surprise at how warm and very wet your pussy was, it was unexpectedly satisfying, his hand sliding on your velvety vulva.

You watched him, your brow furrowed at the constant concentration and stimulation your body was receiving, your eyebrows down, your eyelids drooping in heavy ecstasy each time his hot breath hit your skin and his hand began to touch you. You wanted to see it, you wanted to see the dirty act of his long fingers that you always fantasized about touching, tracing and memorizing your womanhood with, his hand getting lost in your wet center, desecrating your sweet forbidden place for a married man like him; but his body was all over you, his face wandering your skin, his nose and lips kissing all the way down your body until he reached your breasts while his skillful fingers pressed just the right spot on your intimate part, causing you to gasp and arch your back gently.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, you always wanted this, don’t you? Did you fantasize about you teacher fucking you?” he mumbled, breathy and aroused against your sensitive skin.

Every word made your skin crawl. It was true. You fantasized about him all the time, in every possible scenario.

“Y-ye… Mm, I like you, Mr. Kim…” you struggled to say between moans, held grunts and intense lip bites.

“It’s like you’ve been waiting for me to touch you… feel that little soaked pussy.”

The idea got him harder, the sweet, nice and smart girl of his class, nonchalant but charismatic… somehow finding a way to seduce the old man of her—your professor, to make him misbehave in an irrevocably lust and him to have you, blissful and naked, with an arouse stirring body every time he touched your cunt wrapped in an exquisite sloshing sound.

Somehow you got shy at how wet you were feeling, making a mess for him.

His mouth found your breasts and lingered on them, devouring them with insatiable lust, from your angle you saw perfectly his naughty tongue circle your nipple, gently biting and sucking it, but the pleasure didn’t end there visually, you were exploding in sensations, being stimulated from the root that had you panting, Seungmin played with your clit in delicious movements, also knowing exactly which parts of your vaginal lips to explore, delighting the wetter they got.

“Are you okay, are you enjoying it?”

He questioned you sizzlingly, his innocent gaze riveted on yours with his face close to abdomen. Seungmin had left your breasts sore and stimulated and was doing the same with your pussy, using and stimulating it with his hand.

“Mmm, yes yes yes... fuck” you could only beg needily, stretching out your words.

He smiled again, kissing your abdomen and slipping a finger into you with ease at such you lubricated pussy you now had. His lips caressed lower and lower until they stopped at the skin of your pubis, finally he raised his gaze and stood straight, watching your pelvis move slightly at his stimulation. As he pulled away you could see it, his thumb pressing and caressing your clit, his middle finger driving you crazy at the soft, wet effect of being inside you moving constantly while the rest of his fingers struggled with playing a little more with your labia.

His left hand continued to caress you with no set rhythm, moving up your abdomen, breasts and neck; this was becoming a pleasurable torture for Seungmin, as the dirty act of keeping his hands busy on you was taking him more than just into forbidden territory, but into the new sensations of a sexual desperation, he was feeling the agonizing pain of his firm unstimulated cock, his pants were squeezing, his manhood was screaming for attention but he found it more important to pleasure you first, in delighting himself at the touch of a woman. Seungmin missed it too much, the power he felt in having control of a woman’s pleasure, of the sweet, soft moans coming out of their mouths, of the wild, messy sex, of his hands getting dirty in their pleasure... and he had you, you weren’t bad, on the contrary, you were all a dream come true, your pussy smooth, young, juicy, ready to be treated wonderfully as you deserved.

Seungmin enjoyed reacting to the pleasure you were having, your hands leaning on the marble and bending your fingers in sign of wanting to scratch the table, your sweet babbling moaning and your cute sucking air between your teeth while you brought two of your fingers with slight desperation to your labia majora, one finger on each side, rubbing your skin because you really didn’t know exactly where to put your hands, you were acting agitated, the sex and foreplay was clouding your sight and mind.

He slipped his second finger in with ease, digging into you as deep as he could touch, but it was enough, his long fingers were scratching a delicious spot on you. You wouldn’t take your eyes off him, he looked so good giving pleasure and to him you looked so good at that angle, being a little mess on his kitchen table, wearing his sweater, pulled up to your chest, exposing your breasts, legs sweetly spread, letting him use your pussy.

His third finger, making you squeal, a third finger was already opening your entrance and might as well be the perfect thickness of a penis in you, you bit your lip, watching his left hand settle his crotch, squeezing it as he mumbled a “Fuck” then using that hand on you, playing with your clit and wrapping his digits around your stimulated labia. You thought about how hard it must be for him, being so incredibly stiff and aroused, with his cock still trapped under those khaki pants, but at the same time you fantasized about the image of his cock and the idea of him filling you completely, fucking you non-stop.

Seungmin looked you up and down, from your flushed face to the nakedness of your body and your wet pussy being pleasured and he licked his lips.

“You’re enjoying it, huh? Tell me you’re enjoying it.”

You nodded, resenting the change of rhythm of his fingers on you, from a slow and teasing one to a faster and more violent one, setting you to moan throatily, “Yes-yes” revealing your needy naturalness.

“You fucking like that, huh?”

Seungmin who was well known for being neat and tidy, was getting fascinated by the way in the mess you were leaving on his fingers and his table; he was so excited that your pussy received heavy but slightly gentle slaps from his hand, making you aroused and moan; he did so, biting his lower lip, just to remark how you were for him and swell and redden even more your stimulated vulva for what was awaiting you.

Everything was so hot in itself and when you didn’t think it could get any better, when you thought he was going to let you bring you to orgasm with his fingers penetrating you, caressing your pussy with the room already filled with moans and your wet cunt sounds; his thin mouth made its presence tasting the skin of your pubis all the way down and sucked on your clit. You couldn’t believe it, it was unreal every move that man made in you and you let him make.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, princess, I want to taste you... all of you.”

He said, sending vibrations into your core at every hot breathy word, making you shudder.

Seungmin sucked your clit, almost giving it a loud, dirty, slow but lovely kiss, putting dedication to that key spot in you as his fingers filled your insides. His tongue was warm and the strength of it was impressive, the tip of his tongue exquisitely pushed the right places, he licked your length with no problem and went about eating you completely, making you collapse between your pelvis and roll your eyes as you babbled how good it felt.

His licks kept an exquisite rhythm that brought you to the perfect stimulation that made your entire body shudder and you could almost be sure for certain an intense orgasm was approaching in you, putting every feeling on the edge in every inch of you. His movements of his hot tongue were so perfectly performed that Seungmin seemed to have already studied your anatomy before and made you just the way he was driving you crazy, his fingers never leaving your entrance and his tongue getting lost in your wet center. You felt him so close and it put you into an agonizing, shuddering rush of emotions, you stroked his hair, his straight shiny dark hair. He looked at you, his kind and tender eyes thirsty for sex as his mouth was buried in your pussy, while it felt every particle of his lips, tongue and the soft bite of his teeth.

Seungmin caressed your body, your breasts, your thighs and just when he felt your body trembling indicating your approaching orgasm, he pulled his fingers away from you, sucked your cunt and squeezed your thighs tightly, provoked your entrance with his muscle and closed his eyes with intensity as he felt the desperate tingling in his crotch, but enjoyed and savored every subtle movement of your body, your gasps and all your intense orgasm, spilled into him.

You felt embarrassed for a second, your breath hitching as you tried to take in what just happened... your handsome teacher you were always in love with, as soon as you saw him, had just given you oral sex and gifted you with the best experience and orgasm... suddenly nothing seemed real, you were unaware of everything around you, but the only familiar thing was him, reveling in you, humming ‘mmmm’ as he made sure to taste everything from you.

Seungmin adored that, adored you now. Seungmin stood up, his elegant countenance looked glisteningly dirty, his chin glistening in your fluids. He smiled, his cheeks softly flushed, squeezed your thighs and said:

“Mmm, you’re such a good girl, did I make you cum, baby?”

You bit your lip. He was still hard. So not content with your thrilling and stirring orgasm, you sat up slightly, seeing him in the same position he had already been in for some time to which, breathlessly you commented:

“Can I help you, Mr. Kim?”

Your hand went once more to the stiffness of his erection, rubbing your hand on it and you noticed his almond-shaped eyes close, his jaw tightening as he cursed softly. You sighed, taking his reaction as blunt approval without the need for words and with your pussy well stimulated and sticky, you did your best not to slide messily on that table, as if you hadn’t made enough of a mess already. Seungmin watched your every move carefully and as soon as a naughty smile formed on your face and you got down on your knees in front of his notorious cock erection, he let out hot, deep and loud sigh closing his eyes.

“Let me return the favor, Professor Kim.”

You looked up, watching him innocently. You knew what he was playing at. The reason why he never allowed you to call him Seungmin or correct you... was it that he was playing the dirty game of corrupting one of his young students? Either way, you thought it was fucking hot, calling him and treating him with a certain authority.

Your mouth began to salivate at the thought of his stiff shaft on your tongue and his particular taste. You tried not to shudder at the undoing of his belt but you were getting horny again and you were recovering from an orgasm at the same time so the task was somewhat complicated, but you wasted no time and as soon as you could, you unbuttoned and pulled down his pants and underwear, leaving in front of you his swollen, virile sex, its tip pink and covered in white by the little mess made of his own precum. Your heart skipped a beat, you looked at him who was looking down at you from above and then you looked at his sleek cock, as nice as he was, you couldn't believe it. Its size was ideal and holding it in your hand made you sigh, just like all the small, or big, things he provoked in you.

You smiled broadly without containing the enormous happiness you felt holding the swollen and vibrating sex of that married man in your hand. You knew you were doing too much wrong, that karma could come back to you in the worst way, but you couldn’t stop, it was an addictive activity that put your morals aside. Your heart beat madly again; Seungmin stroked your hair at once and watched every action in detail, your hand holding his length, feeling and delighting in every inch of his texture. You had never felt yourself with an insatiable sexual appetite as you did now, every intense pulsation of his throbbing cock in your hands as you moved up and down; you didn’t resist your mouth getting the same, or even a better experience, so you stuck out your tongue and made sure to taste every part of Seungmin, starting with his silky smooth tip, wrapping it around your tongue and moistening it as you shyly licked the rest of his length and dared to slowly and carefully take it into your mouth, almost in an innocent and shy way, but as soon as you felt his throbbing, needy cock in a sufficient quantity to fill your cavity, the corners of your lips lifted into a smile of genuine happiness, it felt so good, to make him feel good, it felt so good to have the man of your dreams whimpering as he clenched at your hair and you watched him throw his head back, exasperated and aroused. Seungmin had a smooth texture, an exquisite way of filling your mouth with his cock, and you happily began to suck him in gentle motions, taking your time and savoring every part of his rigid shaft. He for his part, trembled, whimpering from deep within his chest, wanting to shed tears of happiness at feeling fully filled, at being satisfied and cared for in the vulnerability of his solitude.

“Ohh yeahh, ff-fuck” he grunted, his voice thick, lost in sex.

He tried to be tough and not so loud, but he was, his pleasure noises were slowly becoming consistently more agonizing. Every gasping moan came from deep inside him, he was enjoying it, too much, experiencing sex like he never had before.

His eyes blinked constantly, trying not to water at the sensation of his cock being perfectly pumped and, a couple more grunts, he saw downward, your submissive body on your knees and your sweet lips wrapping around his broad penis as your head kept in constant motion, his cock losing itself in your cavity, the inside of your cheeks wrapping around his detonating veins and skin, his glans going deep enough to tease your throat and graze your uvula and palate, your hands playing with his balls from time to time and caressing his pubic area going up to his smooth V line of his pelvis; and when your jaw ached, you pulled his wet, hot sex out of you and whimpered for air, licked your lips and stroked his erection again. It was a dream, a dirty, pornographic dream come true, it was raw, and real; your mascara running subtly, being waterproof and enduring the heavy drops of the storm hitting your face, but not your teacher’s stiff cock leaving you breathless.

Seungmin moaned loudly, thinking he could cum right there, feasting you with every drop of his cum while leaving your pretty face smeared on it too. But he wanted and wished for something better than filling your mouth, he wanted to unload all that rush of cum and fill your little pussy. Oh your pussy... Seungmin would start having you in his dirtiest fantasies from today on, he would dream about you, he would fill his underwear with cum just thinking about you, he would masturbate thinking about you and your heaving body and used cunt... he had no words to describe how amazed he was with you now.

And you, watching him stroking your hair and being needy, panting and surrendered to you did not compare to any of your previous experiences. This was Seungmin, that handsome man you spent time watching in videos, on TV, in your classroom, you didn't want anyone else, ever.

He saw you fidgeting, your legs moving more than usual as you became aroused again and your mouth struggling with his cock as a glistening dribble of saliva combined with his precum came out in the messy act. He was ready to replace the softness of your lips wrapped around his cock with your luscious cunt.

“Come here, ahhh, let me put you back on the table.”

He was doing his best to keep himself on edge. You were sucking and licking him every stress and night he mindlessly slept sadly without the slightest show of affection.

Your eyes sparkled and grew innocently bigger at his breathy, husky, almost stifled moan of request, but you heeded him. He grabbed you by the waist and put you back on the table in your old place. He hurriedly removed your sweater leaving you completely naked, you were surprised for short seconds but understood as soon as you realized he had a lustful look on his face and his big hand was stroking his wet cock. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Seungmin moved closer to you and you trembled with nervousness and excitement as your mind and body recognized what was about to happen, but he bit his lip, wavering between actually doing it or not... it was what he wanted most, to fill you completely, to pierce your warm and soft inside.... but the fleeting thought of looking for a condom also crossed his mind, it was the ideal thing to do, it was the right thing to do, you had already both screwed everything up... he couldn’t risk the constant feeling of danger for a few exquisite moments of pleasure, could he?

You began to get desperate and spread your legs slowly giving him the view of your exposed pussy and also the beautiful sight of your naked body, yielding to him. You leaned towards him, touching the collar of his shirt and whispered in his ear.

“Come on, Mr. Kim. Do it... no problem, please fuck me” you asked him moaning hotly every word, wanting him not to hesitate and do what you had dreamed of so much.

What you had dreamed of so much... you still remembered the first time you thought how much you wanted Professor Kim Seungmin to fuck you hard. It must have been a simple Thursday, years ago, when you were even younger, when something about him looked different... his forehead was slightly uncovered, he had combed his hair differently and a few buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, he looked so tender and carefree, but for some reason you began to fantasize that behind that sweet and innocent appearance was a real man. He started playing the guitar and that drove you to perdition, you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands, touching and squeezing your skin, filling and moving skillfully and subtly in your pussy as he did with those strings.

A smile you hadn’t seen on his face until now was plastered on it, it was arrogant, cocky and showed a certain happiness in it. You wanted to say a little more, to provoke him by hinting that he wouldn't dare to do such a thing... but his hand taking his throbbing cock distracted you completely and your sight was diverted to the act.

Your heart picked up steam again and each heavy breath became more intense each time you watched as he and his erect manhood moved closer to your core. It was about to happen, and he warned you with a thick, raspy in your ear:

“I will make you mine...”

He whispered, almost internally more to himself than for you, as if his whole body was preparing for the big moment of the night, the perfect moment to culminate the disaster of an egregious infidelity, one of the worst things that could have happened in his house, the sexual act with a quasi-stranger. And you felt it. His wet, fleshy tip rubbing, pressed from your clit going down into your slippery labia and finally teasing your entrance until pushing himself slowly inside you, into your so empty pussy, now being slowly filled by his length sliding deep into you. You both sighed in exasperation and bit your lip watching his cock finely pierce your insides as Seungmin was still close to you. You watched that explicit part of both of your bodies come together and then admired his smooth features, reveling in the sensation of the most forbidden sex.

A bright, eerie lightning strike came through that window in his kitchen, followed by his outrageous thunder, again, but nothing could frighten you or impress you this time, finally, being completely consumed by desire and sin. You moaned ragged and needy, clinging to his shirt and back to every inch his hard cock pierced and advanced deep in you, you were on the edge of that table where he usually lived day after day, taking hold of his desire and body at every single little thrust of your pussy consuming his cock. Seungmin moaned too, victorious and relieved like never before in his life, closing his eyes deeply and enjoying his sex joining yours.

Your thighs squeezed and encircled his hips as you let out a squeal at the feel of his manhood scratching your cervix, being deeply buried in you and feeling his length throbbing between your walls. Seungmin let out a growl, breathless, reflecting his arousal that was setting him on edge with his emotions running high. Your devotion was afloat, it was so tangible and pure that the rain could witness the big lie, that it was two lovers making love to each other that night. His thumb caught your chin still wet in the combination of his fluids and your saliva from the dirty act performed by your pretty mouth moments ago, he ran his finger across your lips, across your erotically open mouth begging for sex and his face moved closer to you, giving you a sizzling, passionate kiss as he finally started the real end game, the disastrous final act where the married man engulfed and let himself be carried away by temptation and sin, moving his intimacy into yours, leaving you breathless, easily sliding his cock into your tight core that burned like the sweetest inferno.

You let yourself be penetrated, moaning between his lips each time his swollen, throbbing cock slid into you, your sounds beginning to be questionable, between pleasurable pain, your body throbbing and aroused and your hands firmly clutching his back. Seungmin continued to kiss you, harder and harder as he set an agonizing rhythm inside your pussy. He was in glory, touching heaven every time his cock moved inside your tight insides and was smothered by your spongy walls. Every function of your body seemed to change and only work on his constant movement against your body and your pleasure.

He let you breathe, ramming into you as he intimately pressed your foreheads together and admired your exhausted face and energetic body being pounded over and over again. The sound of your wet pussy being used took over the place in conjunction with the gasps of both of you; somewhat awkwardly you searched for a way to unbutton his shirt, in haste as your whole body trembled and struggled to get used to his exquisite pace, finally leaving him with his bare chest and abdomen.

“Fuck, fuuuck...” he gasped with his hot breath hitting your face.

It was frantic, but slow, deep and precise, each thrust moved something in you and blurred your vision, you were being purely filled with joy. You caressed his abdomen and luridly lowered your gaze to your entrance being fucked over and over again. Seungmin brought his hands up, the right one gripped on your waist while the left one desperately caressed your breasts, he controlled your body with ease, making you settle and you let out a soft cry as you felt his cock sweetly hit a spot on you, managing to arch your back. He reached for your neck, taking it between his hand. You stared at him, his sweet gaze was gone and he was just watching you... differently, taking out every frustration on your body.

Seungmin began to ram you faster and deeper, colliding skin against skin, leaving you immobile but excitedly restless. He began to use your body more as an object of desire, taking absolute control of you. His threatening, sensual grip on your neck began to take on meaning as he squeezed it tighter and tighter each time. For a moment he stopped being that tender teacher with that soft image you used to remember and had become simply Kim Seungmin, an older man with whom you were gaining experience, giving you the most intense sex and next orgasm. You could feel him, depriving your breath, squeezing your neck tightly until he left you struggling, just at the hottest and sweetest moment of the sex act, when you were being fucked hard, his pelvis thrusting hard into your body every time his cock slid into you, just when you were exasperatedly agitated, struggling with your breathing, he simply choked you erotically, making sure to make each of his thrusts so intense that your torso resented every stroke.

Your body was easy to control, you were becoming a doll with which he could deposit all his semen and fulfill even his dirtiest fantasy. Slowly you let yourself enjoy, slowly lying back on the cold marble, allowing yourself to be used by him. You touched his arms, his hand around your neck. You were so close, to your exasperation at not feeling air and to the most intense point of your sexual climax. Seungmin could tell, your strong lip bite and arched back were easy signs, but he had no plans to leave you tired from just the first big round of your long night of fun. Your breasts began to jiggle violently between each hard thrust, your blood began to pump rapidly with force, struggling to keep your body’s composure functioning, pushing you to orgasm and desperation to get your proper oxygenation. Still, you were in heaven itself, being touched by his sex over and over again with your fingers brushing the soft skin of his arms on your neck.

A deep growl escaped Seungmin’s lips between excited sighs as he felt the sizzling kiss of your walls on his cock, squeezing it and indicating your intense orgasm.

He slowly released you, leaving your neck slightly red, you breathed deep and fast, trembling and feeling the crazy rhythm of your heart pounding in every inch of you. Seungmin teased you by filling deeper into you, he smiled at the sight of you, your body losing control and giving in to each pounding thrust that hit your pussy hard. He stroked your lips with his thumb, your mouth half open, feeling dry at the exasperated moans coming from you from such frantic activity.

“Are you about to cum, little one?”

Seungmin questioned you, lowering his hand delicately to your naked body, caressing it with his knuckles and making you shudder all over. You were still struggling slightly for air, but you nodded desperately and as he bit his lip gently, raising his eyebrows motivating you, authorizing and urging you on, you were already collapsing under his intense act. You touched his arms, holding your trembling body and sobbed moaning in pure joy, culminating intensely with his rigid member thrusting into you. You looked at his handsome face during the process and he moaned echoing your orgasm in him.

As soon as you were done and your abdomen was rising and falling with heaviness and agitation, Seungmin pulled his limb out of you, making you feel for seconds incomplete and you saw his cock touch the bare skin of your pubis. You had finished, but from that angle his sex looked so swollen, wet, his tip looked so inviting and you noticed that he was still erect. Your whole body suddenly reignited, wanting the idea that deep down, one of the things you wanted was to see him come to orgasm, to see him unload his cum so messily and enticingly, to see him moan out such an act; so you sat up straight, he was enjoying watching your exhausted, heaving body satisfied that he put his agonizing arousal aside for a second, but suddenly you appeared in front of him, saying seductively breathlessly:

“Let me make you cum, please Mr. Kim, I can help you. I want your-you to cum.”

He almost released a chuckle. Your bright eyes wrapped in a light coat of happy tears, your sweet face begging for sex, your eager body wanting for more... you didn’t even have to suggest it. He was there, to possess you and use your young body just the way you were so eager for.

“Come here” he replied grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you down from the table. “What an interesting choice of words, miss Y/ln...”

Seungmin said in your ear, in quick seconds he had you pinned against the edge of the table as he turned your body and pressed his against yours, your ass felt his throbbing erection brush against your skin, your back felt his chest and finely the fabric of his open shirt, as his hands squeezed the back of your forearms.

“...for someone you should have respect for.”

His next move was something you would never have expected or seen coming. A hard spank on your ass, making you squeal with shock. You liked it.

“You use that little mouth to talk to your elders like that?”

Spank after spank, hard enough to leave your ass red and make you squeal with pain and excitement. Seungmin squeezed your buttocks, managing to maximize and perpetuate the burning and pain in your skin, as he bit his lip, then caressed your buttocks skin and kept spanking you. Unconsciously you let your back arch, resting your hands on the edge of the furniture and let yourself be hit and touched with the back of his fingers caressing your visible juicy labia, teasing you with his digits pushing and stirring your organ. It was the perfect excuse, Seungmin wanted to do with the pleasure of your body whatever, to explore every inch on that forbidden night, he wanted to fuck you for hours until he saw the light of day.

“But what can I expect if with that mouth you sucked your teacher’s cock with pleasure.”

His words worked magic, the undertone and his pitch full of pure sexual connotation raised your sex drive again. You moaned as soon as you felt his cock thrust into you again, sinking deep with ease as you were already so wet. Seungmin let out an exasperated whimper as he felt you, your throbbing pussy beginning to slowly create desire and arousal for your whole body. You arched your back more, your elbows and arms lying on the table clinging to the intensity of movements that awaited you and Seungmin began to ram into you hard, his cock already deep inside you stirring your insides and kissing your cervix. He saw the act of his pelvis and pubic area rubbing against your ass and bumping your body with agility, he caressed your bare back and licked his lips, suddenly thinking that he craved the closeness of your body, of your tired and quivering body on his, so he gently pulled on your hair for a few moments without missing his rhythm, you didn’t understand his signals, until he took hold of your shoulder and said:

“Come here, come closer, pretty one.”

He pulled your naked body close to his abruptly, you stood on tiptoe raising your ass without thinking and closed your eyes sighing at the feel of him so close, his pelvis squeezing your ass and his bare chest on your back, Seungmin pushed your hair aside, leaving the right side of your neck exposed and attractively positioning his face there, his right hand was firmly holding your neck loosely and the other played touching your breasts and abdomen, but he delighted and found himself by pressing the sweet spot of your clit while he kept penetrating you in a wild and exquisite pace. You gasped filling you with emotions and threw your head back closing your eyes in pleasure enjoying every violent movement in you, his hand working rapidly on your clit and labia, his wedding ring criminally dirty in your fluids, his cock penetrating you furiously. Suddenly between gasps everything became so primal, you could think of nothing else but the wonderful sexual world you were living in, both of you cursing in exasperation, creating an ephemeral, sickeningly intimate connection.

You began to tremble, to lose strength and feel strangely desperate, whimpering and rejoicing on the verge of climaxing again, Seungmin was so exact and precise, exquisitely fucking you until he blurred your vision; he as well as you, with his moans in your ear, the constant pounding of skins colliding and his cock quivering inside you, he was so close to his orgasm, both of you could feel each other at such intense and genuine levels. You turned your face to catch a glimpse of his pleasurable, agonized expression as he whimpered your name followed by the comforting, warm sensation of his semen completely filling your entire vaginal cavity. Holding on to his arms touching your body, you cum intensely as well, collapsing breathlessly with his body pressed to yours. As he cummed in you, Seungmin smoothed his movements, until he pulled out of you, drained and leaving a pornographically falling mess staining his perfectly clean floor.

And there was the most perfect heinous and sinful act, your naked body, panting and flushed in sex with your pussy quivering spilling his glistening white semen. Seungmin tried to catch his breath with his face wrapped in sorrow and satisfaction, hidden in your neck. Whatever happened... you had a wonderful time, you had never had such a mind-boggling, frenetic and beautiful sexual experience as you had now. So intimate, long lasting and intense. You relaxed your feet and still agitated you turned your body to see the handsome face of your favorite teacher, his red cheeks and shiny hairline wanting to sweat, you smiled, genuinely happy, so glad that things had turned out this way, that you both had wanted each other so badly, that you could finally have the man of your dreams that you had been pining for so long; you were going to be the one to approach him, but Seungmin stepped forward, placing his warm right hand on your blushing cheek gently, saying softly,

“My sweet Y/n... That was beautiful.”

You enjoyed his fine touch, looking into his eyes and from an impulse, almost childish and pure, like that of an innocent girl rushing at her first love, you took a quick step towards him and caught his lips, he joined his body to yours, pushing you with his left hand and letting it rest on your lower back, while the other was still touching your face. You rose up on tiptoe and wrapped your arms around his neck, stroking his hair and gently pushing the back of his neck, at first it was messy, desperate and passionate involving the bold touch and sound of your tongues colliding, revealing your first intentions with each other; but the more time passed, the rhythm softened, ending in a long, sweet and intimate kiss, colliding your agitated heartbeats.

When you separated, breathless, vibrant with emotion and with your heart fluttering, but in a purer and sweeter way, you looked at each other for a few seconds and did not hesitate to lean your head on his shoulder, still embracing him, with your tired face close to his neck. You closed your eyes and you couldn’t say anything else, because you couldn’t find the right words to say after living an unique experience for you. You took a deep breath and let yourself be hypnotized by the closeness of his body. However, within seconds you heard him say:

“Oh... the light went out, already” he mentioned more calmly.

Both of you were slowly regulating your breathing still. Seungmin hugged your body without thinking, the damage was already done, but at least it would be a little secret you both shared, he had no idea what would happen tomorrow, and he didn’t have the slightest interest to know, for the first time in his life, he didn’t have something under control or planned, as soon as he had you and was holding you, just a little bit more... he felt calm.

You opened your eyes in surprise and found nothing, other than your vision in pitch black, a somewhat shadowy darkness. You still felt Seungmin, but seeing absolutely nothing made you uneasy.

You gently turned away from him, still touching his hands.

“Are you afraid of the dark...?” you heard him say right in front of you, still in his place.

“Mmm, not as such, but not seeing anything and it being all dark does get a little scary.”

You heard Seungmin let out a giggle and let go of your grip, you guided yourself based on sounds, the sound of his belt buckle moving and clothes sliding on, you assumed he put his underwear and pants back on as you followed with an eerie fear, eyes wide open, listening to his breathing plus complete darkness in front of your eyes.

You were thankful that the electricity lasted throughout your slow, sizzling sex act.

Seungmin patted his counter blindly, having roughly the calculation of his own kitchen, he managed to touch the tea cups and then felt a cell phone being palmed.

“I think it’s your cell phone,” he commented, lighting up slightly as it turned on automatic and displayed your lock screen, he handed it to you, whispering, “You can turn on the flashlight... if you want.”

You scoffed, heeding him and noticing that indeed Seungmin was already in his pants. You didn’t shine a direct flashlight on his face, but just enough of an angle to see him.

“I have to go to the garage to get out a few flashlights and...”

“No need for that” you added subtly on impulse, “Seungmin,” you called his name for the first time, feeling even closer to him poetically, he remained still, facing you, his face slightly illuminated, “I’m tired... and it’s night, I can just go to sleep, though I’m a bit scared, can you stay with me?”

He smiled, letting out a light breath, it felt like lucid dreaming since he couldn’t see you and was only guided by your voice.

“You want that?” you nodded happily biting your lower lip even though you were sure he couldn't see you, “Sure, I have some lamps that don’t take up electric light in my room. You can get cleaned up and I’ll borrow something to sleep in. Take my hand. You’ll light the way, okay?”

You laughed softly, seeing his expression, raising his eyebrows followed by a gentle smile. You took his hand and amidst the complete darkness you both walked up the stairs until you reached the master bedroom. His room. Where he slept every night, you thought and... in a way, the one he always shared with his wife, yet you felt Seungmin’s manly and clean scent predominate in the room.

“I’ll turn on the lights” he warned you, letting go of your hand.

You lightened his figure, going to each side of his bed on the night stands, turning on two warm light lamps, one on each side. Then you saw him open the curtains of his large windows, letting in a little of the moonlight, moon almost full, romantically and subtly illuminating the room. It seemed to you for a moment... stupidly tender every little thing he did... and in a way, romantic. The tense darkness, the solitude and intimacy that surrounded you, the non-stop rain outside, the moonlight...

The lamps didn’t illuminate much, other than the area around the bed. Seungmin was standing in front of his window, his expression and body nervous and tense, despite having lost all reins with you a few moments ago downstairs. You put the flashlight of your phone right on him, he was somewhat far away from you and watched his tender countenance. You smiled, thinking how much you needed him again, not having him around felt like the real crime and sin. So, you turned off the light of your phone, leaving it on the nightstand near you and walked slowly and sensually towards him. Seungmin remained still, watching your naked figure emerge from the darkness and the dim light like some kind of a beautiful demon, or a deity of the night, ready to bless and curse him at the same time.

You stood in front of his already agitated body and trapped his neck between your arms, putting them over his shoulders and touching his hair. You leaned in for a kiss, under the moonlight and the violent rain lashing every part of the small town, a kiss, soft, slow, erotic and delicate, that turned into a series of hot and breathtaking actions. His hands took your waist and slowly went up and down caressing your body, something in you that night could not leave you alone, it was such a fatal attraction that you could not separate from each other, let alone get complete satisfaction from each other, you wanted more and more, reflecting it in your desperate kisses and excited bodies.

You started by sliding down his shoulders his already open shirt, caressing his skin in the process and Seungmin let the garment fall to the floor. Without detaching from each other, you both walked to your large bed, perfectly made, about to witness another disaster, another room in his home about to worship another disastrous and sizzling hot act of infidelity and carnal desire. Your legs collided with the edge of the bed, Seungmin’s passionate lips trailed down your neck as his hands explored and kneaded your body with desperation. Both of your sexes again braced themselves, quivering and moistening, impatient and hungry to have each other.

“Seung-Seungmin” you sighed, before you fell surrendered to his bed or lay down on it, you caught his attention by saying, “Get undressed too, please.”

Seungmin smiled, parted from your skin and quickly complied with your orders, pulling down his pants and underwear quickly and stripping them off; he returned to you, laying you gently on the bed, kissing your body again. You moaned, at the sensation of his genitals colliding and rubbing as he made you his with his lips on your body.

“You couldn’t wait, huh? I was going to take my clothes off anyway, princess” he growled into your skin, his breath burning into you.

You wanted it to happen again. His throbbing, big sex piercing you unprotected, his raw texture between your walls, controlling your body, being under the effects of him, being intimately under his body... but the thought of having him, under you, made your pussy throbbingly restless, which made you moan softly:

“Let me-let me be on top.”

Seungmin seemed to ignore your request for sizzling seconds and continued with his lips tasting your breasts, abdomen, and when he reached your pussy, you moaned half-heartedly as you felt his breath, you clung to his sheets and he kissed the inside of your thighs, making you believe he had every intention of servicing you down there again, but he stopped. He leaned his body in and saw your aroused body illuminated in the dim warm light.

“Do you want to ride me, little girl? Is that it?”

You nodded and followed his lead as soon as you saw him settle into his own bed. You approached him desperately, crawling a few steps to his naked body waiting to be attended to. His cock was so inciting, waiting for you, every fiber of Seungmin’s body crying out for you. You positioned yourself finally, your thighs to the side of his, grasped the base of his rigid penis and bit your lip as you teased his soft glans at your entrance, until finally letting yourself fall on his cock, taking it all in completely, crushing his testicles and subtly painting them in your wetness.

“Ohh, yesss, baby, that’s it, so fucking good for me fuck, I love filling you all the way up” Seungmin whimpered, your walls exquisitely squeezing his cock.

You hugged his neck, squealed and started to move to your rhythm, enjoying his length in you. Seungmin delivered short, loud spanks on your ass, squeezed it with desire and massaged your body, your waist, your breasts, each sex act with you surpassing the last, he was in fucking heaven and hell, gleefully rejoicing in your pussy kissing his testicles each time you agonizingly slid your cunt deep into him, reveling in the sensation of your pussy devouring his cock, but mostly of your yielding, young body on his.

This time you were in complete control of him and your pleasure, you chose what movement and rhythm to do while his little comments encouraging you and his moans hardened your nipples and made your ears red, it felt so good to have him under you, filling you up.

You rode Seungmin not looking for perfection in the strokes, but an inevitable pleasure for both of you, driving him crazy, your squats were imperfectly perfect and that had him wild, you were young, seizing and learning to take the cock of his lonely, excited self. Seungmin raved at your tits bouncing up and down on his face, taking them between his mouth and tasting your nipples, taking you to the limit; when he felt you were struggling leaping on his cock and out of breath he would support you by grabbing your waist, helping you bounce exquisitely on his sex.

Your vision began to blur. You were so close. The sex was being delicious, you grunted every time your clit rubbed finely against his skin and your chests collided; you kissed Seungmin passionately one last time, before collapsing completely. He was so close too, he took advantage of your body and moved it with slight abruptness, his length in and out quickly; you hugged yourself tighter to him, hiding your red face on the side of his neck and whimpering in his ear, you felt his cock throbbing inside you shortly followed by a hot shot filling your pussy, Seungmin hugged your body tightly, whimpering and staying still shuddering in his intense orgasm. His cum began to slide down his length, you continued, sloppy but strong movements over his cock, your pussy consuming and sinking into him until you shivered in your climax, falling surrendered and joined your heaving, tense torsos together. You remained in each other’s embrace for a moment, the golden light kissing your exhausted bodies yielding in pleasure.

Seungmin slowly lay back, letting his body and head fall back on his pillow, your body fell back on top of him and he began to caress your spine still with his warm cock inside you.

You were so tired, what you remembered was him coming out of you, both of you going to the bathroom to wash up after such unbridled and passionate acts. Seungmin put on new underwear, sleeping shorts and a white t-shirt, you hoped to sleep next to his warm and naked body, feeling his skin, but you said nothing, you agreed to sleep only in one of his t-shirts and, at least you slept in his arms that night, he hugged you while he tried to have a conversation with you... but you fell entranced in his scent, your eyelids heavy until they closed completely.

The next morning was the real hell.

It was the next day, the day that neither of you wanted to come, that neither of you wanted to face, you had to think about your actions. Your filthy, heinous deeds...

Seungmin woke up early, as common as his adult body was already used to. He woke up carefully, letting you sleep peacefully. He set himself the task of meticulously cleaning and disinfecting every part of his house, of removing every trace of the rampant, dirty, sinful sex that occurred the night before between a husband and his mistress, whose gasps, screams and bursting orgasms were silenced by the storm. He cleaned the kitchen island, the floor stained in droplets of his semen, he dry your clothes, folding them and putting them on the bed near you, he took a shower and waited for you to wake up... not late enough, as you only had two hours until his wife came home.

The only trace of sex that inhabited his house was you and the lustful ghosts of the night before. But Seungmin didn’t particularly want to get rid of you, his intense, passionate lover. There was something about you that he adored, beyond sex. He sat beside your body resting, sleeping peacefully and watched you tenderly, your face slightly puffy, your hair tousled and your cheek squashed into his pillow as you breathed deeply, he wished to live that every day, to have you always. He slowly leaned his body back, leaning on his elbow and watching you closely, thinking with a slight ache in his chest, that in the daylight you were even more beautiful, you shone brighter, that you deserved all that and not what he could scarcely and almost humiliatingly offer you—an affair, a forbidden romance, a fleeting love filled with passion and clandestine encounters, of hiding and living with a huge burden of guilt, of simply becoming the other woman, a full-time mistress.

You deserved to be treated with everything nice in the world, with delicacy, you deserved to be taken out on dates, to wear a beautiful dress and be taken out in the daylight without any fear of being seen, to be showered with flowers, gifts and sweet kisses. You deserved someone who would make loving love to you, not someone who just used your body. You were young, smart and sweet; you were everything he could dream of... but deep down he felt it should only remain a dream and a whim.

His life would go upside down if he ever chose you...

And between the anguish and his time of admiration for you, Seungmin lost track of time and fell asleep, sleeping next to you, his arm on the sheet that covered your body.

The morning light spilled through the rain-kissed window, painting the room in fragile gold and shades of blue. Seungmin lay beside you, his breath slow, his wedding band glinting like a quiet wound against the sheets. The storm had passed, but inside you, a tempest lingered—guilt, longing, the ghost of his touch still warm on your skin.

You breathed in his perfume and smelled the expensive scent of the sheets in which your half-naked body was wrapped. You lay there, dead ashamed. Like a whore wrapped in someone else’s sheets... you were satisfied, happy, guilty, a whirlwind of emotions with your tired body in sex.

You rose, careful not to wake him, and sat on the edge of the bed, thinking.

It had been a mistake, hadn’t it? A fleeting, fevered thing, born of thunder and hushed confessions.

But seeing Seungmin, didn’t make you feel guilty, but gave you a pang of feeling, of uncontrollable envy at wanting to be the real woman he woke up with that sight every day.

It was unfair.

Something in you was grateful that it was just sex, otherwise you would have fallen more in love and deluded than you were. He was a good man, interesting, you knew it, you loved him, but he wasn’t yours. It was just vulnerability that sparked that storm and a lot of luck. Maybe.

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