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nobody knew i was @/jooillusion

2 days into post concert depression AND im pmsing 💔

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nobody knew i was @/jooillusion

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i watched sinners today (yesterday technically) and OH MY LORDDDD

i literally did not expect it to be about vampires i literally thought it’d be about two gangster twins killing racists in a small town 😭 that was maybe one of the best movies i watched this year so far though it’s soooo good the acting the plot the CHARACTERS that actually had personality to them…1000/10

oh yeah and michael b jordan I NEED YOU NOWWWWWWW ugh i swear i almost moaned throughout the entire movie since he was basically on the damn screen the entire time

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wow the night i decide to sleep early i wake up in the middle of the night 😒

now i’ve just been consuming way too much t1 content for the past two hours

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jungji accidentally finding out they’re sleeping w the same girl..

the bro code: always leave at least 5 minutes before having a date over. but jungsu takes so long getting ready with his hour showers.

“you two know each other?” jiseok asks out of genuine confusion. he’s pretty sure he heard all of the stories jungsu told him about from then to now in detail. why has he never heard about you?

“you two know each other?” jungsu returns the question instead of answering.

“this is who i’ve been hooking up with for the past seven months.”

“we’ve been hooking up for eight.”

you stand there in complete silence.

was it from shock? no. you’ve seen this apartment way more times than your own.

was it from fear? no. you wouldn’t be surprised if they both kicked you out in the next thirty seconds.

was it from the fact that you got caught? not even. it was pretty bound to happen sooner or later.

in the end though, you didn’t expect to be tugged between two competitive men, who somehow found enjoyment in the little game.

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full pulls :D

HELLO????? 😭😭😭

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HELLO????? 😭😭😭

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UPCOMING: LOVE LOOKS GOOD ON YOU

✭ 18+

you never expected the mysterious boy who walked around the bookstore mindlessly, looking completely out of place among the shelves of well-loved novels, to return so soon… or at all. despite your obvious differences, he keeps coming back and each visit pulls you further out of your comfort zone until you find yourself at a crossroads… are you willing to step into his chaotic life or you’d rather stay safely in between the pages of your books?

pairing: non-idol!jooyeon x fem!reader | streetfighter!jooyeon x bookseller!reader

genre: smut w/ plot, angst, slice of life | bad boy x good girl trope | featuring: gaon as the café guy ; o.de as jooyeon’s close friend

general warnings: corruption kink, jooyeon has red flags (but nothing too serious), many descriptions of wounds and bruises, jealousy and possession, occasional aggression (not towards reader), dumbification, degradation during sex

PART ONE: in progress… PART TWO: outlining…

release date: to be announced

est word count — this is going to be the longest thing i've ever written in my life after my master thesis buckle up

preview word count — 1.5k

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Mornings at the bookstore always start the same way.

The soft click of the key turning in the lock, the bell ringing at your presence. The quiet shuffling of your feet across the wooden floors. The aroma of your first coffee for the day mingling with the faint scent of books. The quickening rhythm of the city slipping through the glass windows along with golden patches of sunlight where the packed shelves stand in neat towering rows.

It’s something you had grown used to, a comforting routine you cannot imagine unfolding in a different way.

You flip the bookstore’s sign to Open and take another sip of your coffee.

Just another day at work. Another day of unpacking books, arranging displays, and helping customers find the right story - nothing out of the ordinary. Those are your favorite activities to do.

And yet, your mind is drifting elsewhere.

More in particular, back to the day when a stranger, looking completely out of place among the books, wandered into the store. He didn’t stay long, but he stayed long enough to catch your attention; to make you want to take another secret glimpse of his unfamiliar face as you were dealing with two customers at the front desk.

He stayed long enough to leave an impression - and to make you immediately recognise him the second time he returned. Dark brown hair, slightly messy, but enhancing his attractiveness. Sharp, distinct face. Slim figure with broad shoulders. Bold flickering gaze. You can’t mistake him, even his aura makes the air inside the store shift the moment he walks in.

The first time he just walked around mindlessly; hands casually resting inside his pockets as he scanned the shelves, looking like someone who’s killing time than searching for a book. He didn’t pick up anything nor did he ask you questions.

The second time, he stood in front of the non-fiction section for a little bit longer. You tried to keep yourself busy, but every time his black leather jacket interrupted the silence with a muffled noise, your eyes flickered to his direction on the instant. Wanting to find out what led somebody like him here made you curious of every small movement of his. You continued to follow his figure discreetly until you were foolishly pretending to be completing tasks on the computer.

It was an innocent curiosity.

That’s what you keep telling yourself, but why did it felt like you got caught when he came up at the front desk that day, and told you the things he did? With hands still hidden in his pockets and head tilted to the side as if he was the one analysing you, not you - him.

You replay the conversation in your head, word for word, because you haven’t forgotten a single bit from it, and the same heat you felt in that moment rises to your face again.

“Aren’t you supposed to ask if I’m looking for a book?”

To be honest, you were surprised to hear such melodious voice. Perhaps, based on his sharp features and edgy clothes, you expected a more coarse tone, but eventually as you kept talking more, you realised it fits him perfectly.

“I… I thought you were in the middle of reading something so I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“But you didn’t ask me the other day either.”

“I had customers who were purchasing books and you left too quickly.”

“Right, right, that makes sense. I was starting to think that I intimidate you.” He flashed his brows at you with intrigue. His expression remained casual as a flirtatious smirk settled subtly on his lips. “Or that you just like staring at me.”

“Keeping an eye on our customers while they’re browsing is a part of my job.”

After that response, his smile widened.

No other stranger has ever smiled at you so comfortably like that before.

Based on his body language as he stepped closer it seemed like he was entertained by your answers.

“When it comes to us… I think it’s me keeping an eye on you.”

You were at loss for words.

Keeping an eye on you? A guy like him? You like to think that you do possess a decent, acceptable amount of self-confidence, but one week later - you still can’t come up with a reason why he would be interested in someone like you.

You didn’t ask why. Instead, you tried to play it casual, dismissing his comment by asking if he was searching for a specific title or an author. That’s what he was waiting for, right?

He laughed - to which you weren’t surprised.

You know how to spot a reader; someone with passion for literature, someone who prefers getting lost in a fictional world rather than in the overwhelming reality.

He is not one of them.

Lee Jooyeon is not a reader.

Truthfully, you doubt he's ever held a book open for longer than two minutes in his life. He’s the type of person who prefers entirely different sensations - to be outside, lost in thick crowds, banging rock music, alcohol and smoke, places where things happen all at once and they happen loud.

He did not tell you all of that himself, but it’s not hard to guess.

On his third visit is when you learned his name. That’s when you also seen him last.

Lee Jooyeon - it suits his face perfectly just like the way his voice perfectly matches his lips.

“So why books?”

“I grew up a reader.” You slightly shrugged shoulders; to you that explains everything, but Jooyeon who was having a difficult time understanding you, was staring at you silently, expecting to hear more. “This is my favorite place to be.”

“Aren’t you too young to stay here all day? I thought only old people work in bookstores and libraries.”

To that, you chuckled, meanwhile, his expression remained the same - calm, as if he were merely stating an obvious fact rather than making conversation.

He was leaning against the front desk, elbows resting on the wood, his body tilted just enough to bring him closer. Close enough that you could see the sharp angles of his face - the strong cut of his jawline, the high curve of his cheekbones, and the sensual shape of his lips as they moved; close enough that you found yourself staring a little too often.

You remember the adrenaline rush tightening in your stomach from the closeness so clearly, it’s still lingering. It wasn’t fear, nor discomfort, just an unfamiliar thrill that caught you off guard. But you didn’t pull back. Nothing was stopping you from doing it, you simply didn’t mind.

You’re just not used to feeling like this… like you’re standing at the edge of something unpredictable, something a little reckless. You’re not the kind of person who seeks out such adrenaline rushes.

“I don’t know, it’s too quiet.” Jooyeon murmured after a brief pause - a pause that had you struggling to look away from him; at that moment his eyes were fixed on the glass door, watching the people walking by on the street. “Time must pass too damn slowly here. I’d hate it.”

And that’s when you knew for sure.

He is the opposite side of the coin.

After that, you finally asked him what he did for a living. He said he worked at a bar but didn’t mention which one. You could have pressed for details, but you didn’t. Not because you weren’t curious, but because you didn’t want to seem noisy, like the type to show up unannounced, to dig too deep into a life he wasn’t quite willing to share yet. So instead, you shifted the subject, asking him how he spent his free time - something easy, something casual. Pretty much, the things he already knows about you, - but he didn’t really respond to that either, not directly, anyway.

Once again, he brought the focus back on you without you even realising it. Eventually, you’ll notice he does that a lot.

“Depends,” his voice was thoughtful as something darker was dancing in his eyes, “I’d like to spend some of it with you though.”

Your breath caught for a split second.

“Here?”

A smirk, that at this point, was getting familiar to you, creeped onto his lips as he shrugged shoulders. But his voice sounded serious as he said:

“As long as the cameras don’t catch us.”

It must’ve been written all over your face - how caught off guard you were, how you struggled to form a response. You didn’t want to push him away, but you didn’t know how to handle someone like him either; someone who said things so boldly, so effortlessly, making you question whether he was serious or simply teasing. And last, but not least - because you refuse to disobey the rules and ethics of your job.

Before you could answer, the bell above the door chimed, and a customer walked in.

Undeniably, you were relieved.

Of course, Jooyeon noticed. The smirk appeared again.

“Maybe next time.”

That’s what he said before leaving - the day you learned each other’s names. Exactly five days ago.

And now?

Now, you can’t stop looking at the door.

No matter what task you’re trying to complete - sorting through deliveries, rearranging shelves, wiping down the counter, - you find yourself glancing up at the entrance. Just like you did yesterday.

And the day before that.

♡ taglist: @sweet-dreaming-girl @dear-h @zelinkcrossing

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they're talking about jungsu's boobs on the radio. as they should

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hey guys i’m going on a hiatus. my grandma passed away earlier and i need some time to myself to take it all in.

please tell your loved ones you love them every single day. you don’t know when they’ll take their last breath.

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i keep having this weird jooyeon nightmare dream where im trying to shop at a gas station but jooyeon is the guard and whenever i get in his periphery he starts chasing me 😭 and when he finally catches me he smacks me with his bass as a jumpscare it’s actually getting scary

i had this dream for 3 nights now all one week apart 💔

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YOU PUT A SPELL ON ME

─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special 2024 ⋆༄

✭ event is 18+ only

pairing: non-idol!gunil x fem!reader | professor!gunil x student!reader

genre: smut w/ a sprinkle of plot wc: 9.3k

summary: when your parents shake hands with new business partners they get invited for one festive weekend at their expensive villa. although it’s the last place you want to waste time at, you understand how and why these people are important for your family business, so you agree to join them. the last person you expect to see there is your professor who you’ve been having a secret crush on… and who also politely said no after you asked him out last semester…

contains: university au, switch!gunil, soft dom!reader, pet names, sexting, unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, oral sex (m/f), fingering, slight overstimulation, orgasm delay (once), temperature play (m!rec), headlock, creampie, mentions of pillow humping

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“You alright back there?” Your mother asks after hearing you moving around the backseat after a nap you weren’t planning on having.

Unable to stretch the way you want after sleeping in the same uncomfortable position, you huff with frustration while sitting up. Your bones are stiff, you’re hungry and you realise that you have a headache.

“Yeah, just a nightmare.”

You look out of the window to study the outside view with the hope that nature will be able to take off your mind from the dream you just woke up from.

It’s nothing new, you’ve dreamed of the same thing multiple times before already, to the point where if you were able to observe your dreams from an outsider perspective as they are unfolding, you’d be able to guess what will happen next.

And yet, it still affects you to this day, because it’s about him.

Unluckily, you’re not easily fascinated by nature or snow so the thought of your bad-not so-bad dream about your professor (who’s not your professor anymore) Goo Gunil, remains lingering in the back of your head. Fortunately, it’s just for a few minutes before your parents tell you that you have arrived.

The villa you’ve been invited to by your parents’ new business partners is everything you thought a rich family’s villa would look like and more.

It looks beautiful on the outside and even more nice and welcoming after you walk in.

After meeting the owners of what’s about to be your home for three days you head upstairs to settle in one of the guests rooms.

“He’s on his way.” You hear the voice of the middle aged woman you just met fading away as you go up the stairs. “Something came up at work and he had to leave an hour later.”

She must be referring to her son who you still haven’t seen around anywhere. You still succeed in making out some of the conversation even when you reach your room, because your mother gets overly excited from finding out that you study in the same well known and respected university where he works at. She starts asking multiple questions about what exactly does he do and which faculty he’s in, but you shut the door in desperate need for some privacy and a soft surface to lay on.

Looks like you weren’t simply dreaming lately. You were being warned. You’ve been receiving several signals for what’s about to happen, one after another, and you’ve been paying them little to no attention.

A small gasp escapes your lips as this isn’t one of your many foolish dreams. It’s real; he’s actually here, flesh and bone. From what it seems, he just left the shower as you were on your way to look for pain killers, because the second much longer nap didn’t made the headache go away.

“Hi, Y/N.” Gunil leaves the smaller towel to hang from his broad shoulders while the bigger one is wrapped around his torso.

The surprise in his voice isn’t similar to yours. He sounds like he’s been expecting to see you sooner or later just not in this exact moment.

“Hi.” You can only hope that the distance between the two of you prevents him from hearing how your breathing catches. “So you are the son?”

“Yeah, I am.” He confirms while the simple fact you weren’t curious enough to try identify who the son is arouses his curiosity. You’ve always been more or less a source of interest to him; one he does his best not to indulge in. “I’m happy to see you, it’s been a while.”

You nod in agreement, because you remember exactly how long it’s been since the last time you saw each other. The encounter, so embarrassing and disappointing, at the coffee shop across from university is not letting you forget how much time has passed since then - since the moment he kindly declined your offer to grab coffee with you.

You understand the possible reason behind him refusing to have a drink with you back then, but he could’ve suggested you to do it somewhere more private or to pick another day of the week. After all the little moments filled with something more than just academic talk and acquiring knowledge… that polite ‘sorry’ of his crushed not only your spirits but also your confidence.

Unsure how, you swallow your pride without any problem; to the point you stop fighting the urge to trace his chest with your eyes anymore. Instead, you allow them to roam everywhere that you can see droplets of water dribbling down his skin before lowering them to his abs and evident V-line where the towel starts.

From the way he takes a step closer, you start to wonder if he’s perhaps enjoying your staring.

“Is that the room you picked?” Gunil asks with a certain tilt in his voice; as if he’s trying to escape a distraction. “It’s a good one.”

“Yeah, they’re all very nice, but I went for this one.”

“Right next to mine,” he notes which catches you off guard.

He’s standing even closer now.

You can feel the fresh musky scent radiating from his muscular body which you’ve seen bare in your dreams multiple times now, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what it feels like to see it in real life. Just centimetres away from you, wet and still warm from the shower; with chest rising and falling peacefully as you maintain eye contact like never before.

There’s no students or teachers to force you to break it after all.

“Did anyone entered the shower after you?” Your fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt as you tilt your head to the side. “I still haven’t showered since we arrived and I can’t wait to take a bath and relax my body for a bit.”

From the way he just blinks repeatedly at your shimmering eyes you can tell that this simple ordinary question makes him panic.

So he does find you attractive.

Every time you’ve caught him staring during your lectures last semester was not a coincidence or something you made up out of boredom. The difference between the way he spoke to you and the rest of the students wasn’t just another one of your fantasies, it was in fact - reality.

“No,” he shakes head, looking away. His tone has suddenly turned lower and he clears his throat to make it firm again. “It’s all yours.”

He walks past you in order to get to his room, but it looks more like he’s hoping to run away from the images attacking his mind - of you relaxing in the bath tub with foam covering your boobs. You could not have asked for a better reaction than this.

“Dinner will be served in an hour,” he murmurs without looking back and closes the door next to yours.

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The next morning you make sure your appearance is decent before heading straight to the kitchen to make coffee as you’d normally do if you were at home, and if Goo Gunil wasn’t existing under the same roof as you.

Dinner last night wasn’t exciting or eventful as you hoped for it to be. Gunil was mostly discussing business and related to that sphere questions with your parents and his own; topics you could care less about when he’s right in front of you.

You exchanged few discreet smiles and glances, from those you used to give each other in the crowded lecture rooms, but nothing more than that. By the end of the night you went to bed feeling a certain sense of unfulfillment and it took you longer to fall asleep.

The door to the kitchen is open and you spot Gunil gazing at the screen of his MacBook. The sight is not surprising as so far you’ve seen him use every possible minute of free time to keep up with work.

A cup of coffee and an open notebook with notes are placed on the counter, but whatever’s currently on the screen has his full attention, because he doesn’t even acknowledge your presence until you greet him.

“Good morning,” you say, walking towards the coffee machine with a nonchalant step.

“Morning.” Gunil greets back while straightening his posture. His voice sounds a bit scratchy, still not quite awake. “Did you sleep well?”

The question makes you feel nice which leads you to the realisation that you’re already getting used to receiving such type of treatment from him. Silly of you.

“It took me some time to fall asleep, but yeah, I slept decent.”

The buzzing sound of the machine fills the space, completely blocking the sound of Gunil’s fingers tapping on the keyboard as it prepares your espresso drink.

As you keep gazing at his upper back, you mull over how he still hasn’t invited any girl here for this little festive vacation. If he was in a relationship it would be only right if she joins too, right?

Once your coffee is ready, you silently head towards the living room, but Gunil stops you from taking another step.

“You can stay here to drink your coffee.” He makes a quick pause to see your eyes widening with intrigue. “I can use some company.”

“Last time I offered you my company you didn’t want it.”

You remain in your place, close to the open door, as you anticipate his reply; the explanation you’ve been so curious to hear all this time.

“I never said that,” Gunil defends himself with the corners of his mouth twitching. “I said that I can’t have coffee with you, not that I don’t want to. Do I need to teach you, english philology student, the difference between the two?”

You cannot stop your lips from curling as well. His charming eyes in addition to his calm tone laced with sarcasm, but unarguably speaking the truth beneath it, have some positive effects on you.

“Alright then.” You nod and take the seat across from him on the marble counter. As you do so, you shoot a quick glance at his laptop with a spark of comedic judgment. “When I drink my coffee in the morning I avoid phones, tablets or any other electronic devices.”

Gunil chuckles and puts it away along with his notes.

You’re glad that taking off his glasses does not cross his mind though. They remind you of the day you met for the first time.

“That’s a good habit to have,” he comments after taking a sip of his coffee,” you have beautiful eyes, you should take care of them.”

You feel your skin warm up from the compliment and you almost want to roll your eyes at your own self from being this easily affected by the smallest things he does.

As you dive into a long conversation about your studies, and how his educating career is developing, you both lean over the counter more and more.

You towards him, and him towards you.

At one point you feel his attention weakening. His gaze shifts directions as his lips now move slower than before, maybe because of the way your boobs are pushed together by your arms that are comfortably propped up on the surface.

“See? I’m not that scary to talk to.” You say lightheartedly while picking up the necklace that’s dangling around your neck, knowing very well Gunil is going to watch you guide it to your lips.

“Y/N…” he exhales, “you know how it would’ve looked like if someone saw us. The fact we’re around the same age doesn’t matter when you’re my student.”

“I know, I know!” You quickly reassure him, dropping your necklace back onto your chest. Because you decided to wear a top with a nice cleavage and an oversized unbuttoned cardigan, the jewel shines playfully at Gunil every time you move. “I’m just teasing you a little.”

Gunil sighs softly from relief, but it still looks like something is on his mind, something that he’s leaving unspoken.

“Is this all you see me as?” You pull him out of his train of thought. “One of your former students?”

Gunil observes your relaxed face as he looks for the right way to approach this question. He wets his lips while contemplating, but the longer he thinks, the more his thoughts tangle together.

He doesn’t see you as just a former student and that’s the tricky part of it all.

He’s aware you’re catching onto his emotions, because now that you’re away from the usual establishment he’s having a hard time pretending not to have them. Besides, there’s nowhere to hide or avoid you in this villa; he doesn’t have hundreds of eyes following his every move.

“No.”

You gaze into each other’s eyes as you wait for him to share something more than just this. On the other hand, Gunil hopes for you to answer something so it gets easier for him to continue.

You’re smart, observant and cunning about your actions and the way you speak to him, you must have something to say.

But is it really necessary for him to speak further?

His chest heavens as reckless ideas invade his mind one after another the longer you look at each other with so little distance keeping you apart.

What if he just kisses you? Right here, right now.

Gunil breathes in as he backs away at the sudden noise from somebody’s footsteps, and exhales with relief. He really doesn’t want to just act on his impulses and do something serious that he’s going to regret later.

When you peek behind your shoulder you see Gunil’s mother walk in, greeting both of you with a warm smile. She begins to yap about tonight’s gathering at which some couple is invited, but you can barely keep your focus on what she’s saying.

For some reason, you feel that unfulfilled void from last night grow bigger, and it’s distracting.

It’s the hour of the fancy dinner that has been awaited and prepped for all day.

Seasonal treats are served on the elegant table, dainty lights are casting a gentle glow, huge Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments and a sparkling star on top is impossible to ignore - everything festive you can think of is on full display and you're impressed with the patience Gunil's mother has for taking care of all of this.

Once again, you’re sitting across from him like you've been doing for every meal so far with the difference you’re wearing an appropriate for the occasion elegant dress meanwhile he’s wearing a black suit perfectly suited for his fit figure.

He looks so handsome and sophisticating.

You really thought the charming professor freshly out of university would be just a temporary crush - until the next semester starts and you lay eyes on some other hot guy. But seems like your attraction is turning into something stronger, and this unexpected opportunity to take a peek into how his daily life outside of work looks like isn’t making it any easier for you to put an end to it.

You hoped that spending some time in the same room as him would lead to you finding out he’s boring. That he dresses awfully when he’s not teaching, and that he has some weird habits that would turn you off.

None of those things are happening.

Instead, you feel warm adrenaline rush bubbling up every time he enters the room, but the worst of all - you felt an irresistible gravity pulling you in his direction when you caught him heading to his bedroom last night in a pair of black sweatpants and a hoodie over his dark hair. He probably sleeps in them, because he hasn’t worn such clothing during the day here. As embarrassing as it may sound, the sight resulted into your imagination going wild once you were left alone with your thoughts that night.

Now his hair is looking neatly done, complimenting his facial structure as he effortlessly keeps up with the conversation on the festive table. Instead of talking over the guests with a booming voice like most guys you’ve encountered would, he’s listening closely and speaking diligently without forcing the attention on himself.

Despite being focused on the subject, he doesn’t misses the occasional opportunities to glance at you though; to check on how you’re doing with a gallant smile. You keep looking forward to these moments like a kid anticipating the moment to lay hands on the presents Santa left under the tree.

As you wait for the dessert an idea forms in your head which maybe isn’t the best. It’s definitely not appropriate, but that’s what makes it so fun.

You pick up your phone, determined to act on your impulses and the few sips of wine that fueled your body with courage.

21:12 [Y/N] You look very handsome tonight

You hit send.

You’re either going to make the first move tonight or you’re gonna have to return home disappointed that you never took the chance to try.

You’re leaving the day after tomorrow - there’s no more time to waste.

You and Gunil lock eyes as he reads your unexpected text. The corners of his mouth curl with satisfaction while yours with a hint of mischief.

21:13 [Goo Gunil] Thanks, Y/N

21:13 [Goo Gunil] And you look beautiful

21:13 [Y/N] Every day or just tonight?

21:13 [Goo Gunil] Actually, you get more and more beautiful every time I see you

Your stomach flips at the compliment and you breathe in, trying to take control over your expressions. You don’t want the people around you to catch onto your doing.

As you’re about to type in your reply another message pops up.

21:14 [Goo Gunil] Every time I’ve gotten distracted during my lessons was all because of your beauty

You cannot stop yourself from peeking at him as he’s still staring down at his lap.

21:14 [Goo Gunil] Are you saying that usually I’m not handsome though?

This time you both lift your heads up at the exact same time. You raise your brows as in really? to which Gunil shrugs shoulders. His amused face now has a hint of mischief too, something you haven’t seen him radiating before.

21:15 [Y/N] No, I said that tonight you look very handsome… in a way that makes me wish it was just the two of us right now

You click the send button and your heart rate goes up. You feel like you’re on a rollercoaster that’s about to drop from its highest point.

The jazzy music in the background doesn't do anything to calm you down. In fact, it somehow reminds you how badly you're in need of relief.

21:15 [Goo Gunil] What would you want us to do if we were alone?

The chatter on the table fades away as your mind goes through all the possible answers you can give.

21:16 [Goo Gunil] Stop biting your lip, love. Someone will notice.

And that’s when Gunil locks his phone, because the man next to him turns with a question.

He swiftly dives back into the conversation, smoothing down the front of his suit while perfecting his posture. As if nothing happened.

You, on the other hand, have to take a sip of water.

You’re not patient enough to wait for their interaction to come to another temporary end. You pick up your phone again and continue where you left off.

21:18 [Y/N] I had a wet dream about you last night, it woke me up around five thirty in the morning

Is this too much?

Even if if is, you start to ponder the question after you drop the bomb in your chat with him.

Maybe you should delete it while he still hasn’t seen the notification? Or maybe you should leave it and add more?

21:19 [Y/N] Had to hump my pillow to go back to sleep

“Did you enjoy dinner?”

Gunil’s voice makes you look up. His one hand adjusts his black tie and you peek at his evident veins; the luxurious watch on his wrist.

“Yeah, I did.” You reply, closing the chat. “Now I’m craving something sweet.”

To Gunil the smile on your lips looks more devilish than appreciative. He can feel tension by staring at it - one that excites him more than anything or anyone here in this atmospheric room.

“Excuse me for a moment.” You stand up from your seat.

Gunil’s gaze travels up your silhouette with a spark of curiosity as you excuse yourself. Once he spots the cellphone in your hand he remembers to check his own.

He decides not to answer to your last audacious text, but to wait two to three minutes so he can follow you.

Just like you hoped he will.

“You know, it’s a little bit rude to come eat dessert away from the guests.”

Gunil stares at you with hands hidden in the pockets of his dress pants, and you shamelessly check out his elegant figure after acknowledging his presence in the kitchen.

“I just needed some more water,” you smile amused, leaning back against the counter. You expect him to take few steps forward and that’s exactly what he does.

You wonder if he’s seen your last messages so your eyes stay alert for clues. He does seem a little bit tense as he gets closer without leaving you out of sight.

“Is that all you needed?”

Your breath slows down when his hand moves a strand of hair away from your face.

He is so concentrated on your bold expression softening that his head tilts to one side as if he’s admiring a painting.

You can tell that he’s read your dirty confession by the way his lips stay still meanwhile his eyes crease with a smile that captivates you with its amorous intents.

“No,” you reply, “and I don’t think you came here only to refill your cup either.”

Gunil nods, impressed by your observation. He leaves the glass behind you the moment you blurt out the question:

“Are you seeing someone?”

“No, are you?” He asks back right away, staring down at your foot that’s moving up his ankle. The seductive act makes his lips separate again, but he remains wordless as your hand surprises him by gently, but very intentionally, grabbing his tie.

“No.” You invite him even closer and the scent of his expensive cologne wraps around you. “It’s just me and my pillow.” You giggle at his ear as your fingers keep onto his tie.

Gunil bites his lip, unable to handle the effects of your erotic chuckles properly - they sound innocent, but he’s perfectly aware of how opposite of that you are.

The sudden closeness and the rush from your mouth warming his neck makes him gulp as if he’s a man stranded on a desert.

“Y/N,” he breathes out almost like he’s in pain. Worried his knees might betray him, he rests hands on the counter behind you.

The way Gunil utters your name makes you even dizzier than his musky scent that’s pleasing your senses as you press your lips ever so gently. And you can almost feel it… the tension in his jaw, the thumping of his heartbeat, the saliva pooling in his mouth.

“Hm?” You kiss his neck one more time before guiding your open mouth higher. Your tongue sneaks out slightly, because you can’t help but turn more sloppy. “What’s holding you back? You’re not my professor anymore.”

“For now.” Gunil states through heavy breath. Your lips softly suck on the skin of his neck and he keeps his eyes shut to focus on every small movement. “What if you have to take another one of my classes next year?”

“Well,” you move back to peer into his glossed over eyes, “I see that as something beneficial for me, you always motivate me to be a better student, sir…”

You drop the title through a teasing smile; his tie too.

“Don’t call me that.” Gunil loosens up the tight knot around his neck as he huffs at you flustered rather than annoyed.

Don’t know how, but you’re pressing some buttons that are causing him to act coy. It’s not just his professional background anymore. It’s you.

“How should I call you then?”

Your cheeky question follows by a small gasp of surprise; a pleasant surprise brought by his hands grasping at your sides and swiftly lifting you up to place you on the countertop.

He’s now settled between your thighs, swallowing at the tempting sight of your confident mouth that just cannot stay silent.

“Try with my name.” His gaze moves up your chest and stops at your eyes. Their expression changes during the second you speak out his name, slowly and quietly, laced with desire.

“Gunil,” you repeat it afterwards while musing, “I didn’t get the chance to answer your question earlier.”

“That’s right,” he cannot suppress the intrigued smile creeping up as he stands so close you can mix each other’s breaths. He’s surprised by himself and how long he’s lasted without kissing you; touching you the way he really wants to. “Tell me, please.”

Each word of his speech slips out more airy than the previous one. His thumbs fidget with the hem of your dress which distracts both of you, but him in a more dangerous way.

“If we were alone on that dinner table I would’ve asked you to stop holding back and kiss me.”

For a while you gaze at each other’s faces that have been familiar to one another for months, but not like this… You both make sure you acknowledge every little emotion that you awake inside one another as they’re many and most of them feel brand new.

“We are alone right now, aren’t we?” He’s conscious of the fact that he would never do this if it’s another girl in front of him right now. He’d never allow himself to get in this position, during such an important evening, with any other girl. “Go ahead, ask.”

“Stop holding back.” The commanding tone that escapes you boosts your body with adrenaline rush; you can only imagine what it does to his.

Gunil’s hands move to your waist as he crashes his lips onto yours with such strong greediness burning inside him, one he’s never felt before.

You’re about to lurch back but he holds you close with his arms. It feels so stirring, so fulfilling to be finally lost in his embrace, and into the lushness of his kiss.

At the back of Gunil’s neck your fingertips are making their way up into his hairline and once your nails tease his scalp you welcome a thrilling groan from his mouth right into your throat.

“Fuck!” He grunts in a whisper as even your nails running through his hair brings shockwaves through his body… let alone the way your legs keep him trapped against your chest.

“More,” you murmur in a rush, wanting to have as much of him in this short period of time as possible.

Your eyes close from the pleasure of his mouth attaching to your neck then they squeeze shut as you try to control the urge to hump Gunil’s hand after he places it exactly where you’ve been in desperate need of friction.

“Ah, yeah—“ You put your own hand on top of his and press harder as his gentle nibbles on your skin arouse you even further. “Gunil,” you moan in the process of rubbing yourself against his palm one more time.

“Is this what you did to your pillow last night?” He whispers at your ear while pushing your panties to the side. His middle finger slips in effortlessly and that’s when your eyes open to look at him; the arousing glow flickering at him is indescribable, the amount of arousal welcoming him through your walls too. “Is that how you were humping it?”

The thought of you, - the student he's always had his eyes on, - half-asleep and grinding a pillow in order to get off while he’s sleeping on the other side of the wall still hasn’t sunk in fully yet.

“You’re such a dirty girl.”

His hand speeds up and your legs start to dangle in the air as the rush floods your veins in the rhythm of his finger. Instead of answering right away, you let your jaw fall open while you take a moment to comprehend how fast the sensation is overpowering you.

“Shit, you’re squeezing so hard,” Gunil comments under his breath then notices you reaching for your clit. “And you’re so fuckin' tight—”

“I wanted you to walk in on me,” you interrupt him as your fingers that snuck into your underwear start rubbing in circles, “and fuck me… so badly.” The speedy stimulation on your sensitive spot adds to your growing arousal and everything doubles once you sense another firm finger pushing through your entrance.

“You’re not gonna take me easily, love.” Gunil’s lips slide upwards against your cheek from your struggling to swallow a whine before he changes up the pace.

“Fuck!” Your eyes roll back and you’re seconds away from falling over the coffee machine when he starts thrusting into your deepest point instead of gliding his fingers like he did a moment ago.

Your sounds multiply dangerously.

“Shhh,” Gunil hushes you with his spare hand by pushing two fingers through your lips that you suck on straight away; your glossy eyes lock with his own as you do so.

As much as he wants to hear you in all your glory he can’t allow it, and he empties your mouth once it’s clear that you’re coming down from your peak.

A moment later, when your sqeezing draws to a close, Gunil pulls out his knuckles slowly, evidently connected with a sticky string of your essence. It’s when you look down and take a notice of it that you realise you’re still grasping at his arm. You don’t let go right away though, you guide it up and after adjusting his hand steady between the two of you, you lean in with tongue sticking out.

The slow lick and the piercing lustful gaze let Gunil know that after you get a taste of his slick fingers he should do the same too.

And he does which earns him a flattered smile from you.

“Drop by my room later.” You say, sounding slightly different, like everything around you is in slow motion. Before you jump off the counter to fix your dress and join back the gathering, you quickly peck Gunil’s cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

Although you’ve been expecting it, the cautious knocking at your door still makes you jump in your place with excitement that has you leaving the bed the second you hear the signal.

Gunil walks in with a missing tie and a glass of whiskey in hand. He’s had only few sips from it, and once he leaves it on your nightstand in order to pull you in, the sensation transfers from his mouth into yours.

You can sense his experience along with the alcoholic taste as his tongue leads yours with sensual swirling. The thrill has you humming as his palms find your ass and squeeze it through your dress.

Seems like neither of you could bother change clothing; the only thing on your minds was how long do you have to wait for the night to end so you can be alone again.

Each step you take towards the bed, each touch and exchange of spit as your kissing intensifies, gradually enhances the dominant side creeping inside you. It’s your need to make him feel good, to perform for him and relieve him from the pressure that’s been lingering all night in his body. It makes your touch noticeably greedy and assertive.

Gunil’s hands that were roaming all over your silhouette, unable to focus on one place for too long, now sink into the mattress after you push him on his back.

He lifts his head up from the pillows right away to not miss on your next move.

“Do you like what you see?” You strip from your dress and leave it to fall in your feet. The pressure in his crotch is noticable from here and it makes your smile stretch wider.

“I love what I see,” Gunil replies and he doesn’t only seem focused on the view, he sounds like he’s hypnotised by it. He traces your bare legs then your upper body as you get on the bed, crawling your way to him. He’s smitten. “I’d like to feel it too.”

“No rush, handsome,” you straddle his lap. “The night is ours.” The bump beneath you feels so exciting that you automatically rub against it once you sit on top of him.

Gunil sighs from the nice friction and closes his eyes for a second before fixating them on the satisfying view once again. The urge to grip and feel your curves grows the longer he stares at your pretty lingerie that looks like it was made for you, but he prefers to let you choose the pace.

You take his hands and slowly drag them up your figure to encourage him to explore. Once you reach your breasts you make sure to squeeze them together before you retrieve in order to unbutton his shirt.

You’re pleased to see Gunil’s fingertips remaining there, sinking further into your plush flesh with each pinch. Despite their slight roughness they still manage to knead with gentle motions that seem surprisingly restful in comparison to his erection perhaps.

Revealing the skin of his chest, and three more buttons later - the skin of his toned abs, - still makes your mouth water despite the fact you’ve already seen them.

“How do you even find time to go to the gym?” You run your hands up and down after leaving the shirt open, relishing the way his own drop to your hips.

“I make it work.” He replies, planning to pull you down and kiss you, but the opportunity slips away after you reach for his drink to take a sip.

There’s a very strong spark gleaming in your gaze that reflects the naughty thoughts drifting in your mind as the heavy glass remains in your hand. The sensation tingles in your throat rather enjoyably than fiery thanks to the ice that’s lowering the temperature of the whiskey.

“I can tell.”

You savor the taste despite not being one of your favorites simply because it’s his.

Regardless of acknowledging that mischievous glow, Gunil is unable to guess your next move until you steal the ice cube from his drink. His adam’s apple bobs after he swallows at the sight of you sucking on the shape erotically.

Now he catches onto your ideas, and his arms loosen up onto the bedsheets as an agreement; a silent sign of succumbing to you.

The cold thrill on his warm skin, sudden and sharp, makes Gunil hiss quietly.

His muscles tense up as he takes few seconds to adjust. The excitement continues to creep strongly into his body, and with the cold sensation now trickling down his stomach, the pressure completely envelops his dick into an even more arousing delight.

You move the shape slowly in different directions, allowing it to melt from the heat of his body that keeps shuddering. The thrill feels entirely new and an overwhelming expression contorts his face.

He’s already learning to like it.

“It’s twitching,” you point out with a pleased smile which brings a subtle blush to Gunil’s cheeks; your freezing fingertips lift the cube in the air for a quick moment so you can enjoy the sight of the water dripping down his abs which are tensing deliciously from the drastic change of temperature. “I can feel how hard you are.”

You hear a soft cussing sound escaping his mouth as you lean in. You expose your flat tongue and run it up against the wet surface of his chest, turning the greedy lick into a sensual open mouthed kiss which isn’t the only one you end up giving his iced upper body. The tip of your tongue twirls around his nipple before your soft lips tease him with a gentle suck that forces the first moan out of him.

He’s been managing to suppress his sounds pretty well until now. The only reason you can think of for that is shyness though he sounds so appealing… low, intense and breathy because of the icy-cold thrill still coating his skin.

You scatter more kisses onto his chest and beneath his collarbone, but your hips quit being still after you move to nibble on the side of his neck; they sway with each movement of your mouth. The feeling of his length, solid hard and pushing through the clothing, makes you want to grind against it again and again.

“Fuck, Y/N—“ Gunil is on the verge of pleading.

Until he grips your sides and flips you over in a flash.

His arms lock you beneath him before you shift to rest on your elbows, blinking at him in awe.

“Do you want me?” Your question slips airy as you caress his lips with the now smaller ice cube between your fingers.

Aglowed by the way he peers into your eyes you’re unable to think about anything else than feeling him inside you.

“Are you really that oblivious to so many things, love?”

“No,” you respond amused while reaching for his belt after tossing the ice cube away, “I like to pretend I am.”

You pull down the zipper then Gunil steps on the floor to remove his pants. You expect him to get rid of his underwear too, but instead he surprises you by kneeling and pulling you closer by the legs. Now you’re positioned on the edge of the bed and with his mouth inches away from your heat.

He makes his way further with few pecks on your left inner thigh before moving your panties to one side so he can expose your folds. A small sigh, mixture of surprise and relief that you’re close to having some of the pressure relieved by his touch, slips from your lips.

“Beautiful,” Gunil exhales right after you once he separates your intimate lips with two fingers; to see you in more details and to check if you’re as wet as you were few hours ago on the kitchen counter.

His mouth dives in and he’s not being cautious or hesitant as you thought he might be. He’s moving greedy but somehow his tongue motions stimulate your body with tenderness that makes you place a hand on top of his head.

“Fuck—“ you put enough amount of pressure and feel his nose pushing nicely against your clit; his flat tongue pressing more insistently, turning his mind foggy with the sweet taste it’s collecting with each lick. “Would you ever… have me like this in your cabinet?”

You tug on his hair as a sign for him to look up. Once he does, you notice his eyes are glazed over with sensuality that has your heart fluttering; his lips are glistening and puffy all because of you.

“In the same cabinet I share with two more people?”

You nod playfully while tugging at his collar; as much as you like the touch of his mouth you need to be on top of him as soon as possible.

“Obviously they’re not staying there all day,” you comment as he gets rid of his black underwear. The sudden view of his thickness, the way you can already tell how heavy it would feel in your hand makes you go silent mid sentence; your lips form an oh before you simply ask: “Can I?”

Gunil steps forward summoned by your voice. His hand lowers his erection as you kneel on the bed with tongue eager to explore the oozing spot of his tip.

Both of you hum in bliss just seconds apart; you because of his taste, and he, because of the thrill of having your lips hugging the head of his cock. His hips slowly rock forward in order to invite more of his length between your hollowed cheeks and move backwards as you glance up at him with look in your eyes that has him suppressing cusses.

“Take it slow baby,” he whispers after noticing the way you force your mouth to stretch wider, to take more and endure more of his size. “You’re doing good already.”

Your fingers go around the base as you drag your slick lips thoroughly; muffling little sounds every time you welcome his tip deeper. Once you sense a slight pain spreading in your jaw you decide to empty your mouth and stroke him top to bottom while catching your breath.

Gunil watches your saliva being smeared everywhere, marking the sheets with dark wet spots.

“I’ll do even better once I sit on it.” You give his tip one last kiss and shift to the other side of the bed so he can lay down. “Leave the shirt on, please.”

Gunil breathes out a chuckle at your request, but truthfully he cannot deny that he does feel a certain satisfaction from the fact you get turned on by seeing him like this.

Does this mean you’ve been aroused during some of his lectures?

He gets a hold of your waist and looks down where your hand is guiding him at your entrance. He was going to do it himself, but your neediness has you moving quicker.

“Mmm…” you shut your eyes as the moisture dripping out of you coats the head of his cock. This allows your walls to accept him more easily with a slight hint of pain that feels thrilling than discomforting. You move up and down slowly, not sinking all the way fully yet, and feeling the gradual stretching. “Fuck, it’s so big…”

Gunil’s mouth lets out a quiet but intense groan as his supportive fingertips sink into your flesh. The compliment causes him to twitch as you still adjust to half of his size.

“And you’re taking it well, baby.”

“Am I?”

After you stretch enough, you sink down smoothly till your ass touches his lap, then you roll your hips, wanting to really feel every inch of him rub against your aroused walls. You moan from delight as you repeat the motion, allowing your clit to gain some friction against his skin.

The moment you build a nice pace Gunil’s hands leave your waist only to land in a light smack against your hips and grip tightly again. It’s so fun watching him do everything he possibly can to control himself… when the pleasure is so high, inevitably tempting you to drop whatever’s left of your good behaviour.

“You fill me so good,” you mutter rocking back and forth as the hot rush inside both of you grows in waves. Your attention shifts to Gunil’s eyes fluttering shut and his mouth opening wider so close to moaning between his heavy breaths. “Look at me.”

Your bra slips from your figure and gets thrown away after Gunil’s darkened gaze fixates on you.

“You’re freakin’ gorgeous.” He turns hypnotised the second he lays eyes on your boobs that are beautifully shaped and exactly what was needed to provoke those enticing sounds to finally start escaping his lips.

You begin to bounce up and down to make the view even more compelling for him along with the sensation magnifying every time you drop to hit that desired spot inside you.

“Fuck—” You breathe out shakily; your fingertips dance onto his lower stomach as you maintain the same rhythm with his hands holding your ass. “I want to c-cum already…”

“Shit,” Gunil grunts before a strong hitched groan stops him from saying more.

His sounds are changing in a way that has you thinking he might not be able to last long.

You drop forward with hands sinking into the cushion beneath his head as you steady yourself; this way you can bounce even faster while feeling his breath on your face.

“Fuck, baby—“ Gunil’s mind starts to glitch as it comprehends only one thing - how you’re clenching harder around him and it’s going to make him burst. “Slow down,” he whispers in one quick breath, squeezing your ass cheeks as a weak warning, unsuccessful one.

“But I want you to cum inside me, Gunil...” You make sure to coo his name at his ear that’s subtly reddish like the rest of his features. Judging by the rough frustration that’s almost wrapped in a whine when it slips from his tongue - it seems to have an immediate effect. “I want it now,” you pant, keeping your hips moving as his jaw tenses beneath you, “while I’m riding your big cock soo well, just the way you deserve it.”

His dick feels immensely hard, stuck between your pulsing walls that keep throbbing as it glides through them, pushing both of you over the edge seconds apart.

Hearing your own sounds rising higher, but not too much as you’re cautious about them slipping through the walls, was the only thing you needed in order to reach the rush. Though your encouraging words definitely had an impact too… Gunil likes the way he feels whenever you talk to him like that, provocatively, subtly demanding, meanwhile you like seeing his whole body respond to you.

You remain still and flushed against one another, with hearts thumping in sync as his cum turns you even warmer. You’re unsure how many minutes have passed before you lift up from the crook of his neck to meet his eyes.

His face has an obvious tint of red, his lips too, and there’s no sign of his neat hairstyle from earlier because of your playful fingers. His gaze is dazed by the aftermath, but also from the few sips of whiskey as it alternates between your eyes and your mouth until it stops where your bodies are still connected, because you decide to regain control.

Just like that Gunil’s face gets marked by a new expression that can only be interpreted as a sign of his sensitivity which hasn’t faded away yet. His brows knit together, but he doesn’t try anything to stop you after he lifts up from his back.

“More?” He just asks through a lazy smile as one of his hands grasps the sheets.

“More.” You reply and hang your arms from his shoulders. As you shift to wrap your legs loosely around his body his arms go around your frame and stay there as you grind against him with mellow but such stirring motions. “Don’t tell me you’re getting sleepy already?”

“How can I ever sleep when I’m with you?”

The presence of this slight raspiness in Gunil’s usually smooth voice only adds to the new rush forming beneath your skin. It suits his attractive fucked out face so perfectly.

For a while, your lower half wasn’t rushing the pleasure at all. You took few minutes in order for both of you to adjust to your bodies reacting to the awaken stimulation that’s merging with sensitivity. But that overwhelming mixture of emotions quickly gets conquered by pure staggering satisfaction, and that same satisfaction quickly overpowers you to the point you can’t do anything else but give into your impulses.

In contrast, Gunil can only still and watch you speed up, hazing over his mind in the process.

“Oh, God—” His voice, now ringing with a higher pitch, shakes close to your ear as he grazes his teeth against your skin. It’s not possible for him to contain the approaching whines that multiply in his throat as you slow down every so often to catch your breath before strengthening your rhythm again. “Sweetheart, pretty…” The pleasing names come out one after another in a rush with no coherent thought to follow after them, but they feel like a passionate kiss on your neck and you enjoy them nonetheless.

You take his face with one hand while the other continues to claw at his tense shoulder through the unbuttoned shirt.

“Do you like how I ride it, hm?” You stare at Gunil’s parted lips, not caring if he’s going to answer or not; you enjoy seeing his unability to think straight enough already. Your hips keep rolling forward, causing more of his cum to seep out of you and trickle down his aroused veiny girth. “You like how I move, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do,” he draws out as your nails sink into his cheeks; seconds later his voice cracks. “Fuck, Y/N!”

Your name drops through such an intense groan, quaky and tantalizing as a result of your pulsing grip suddenly letting go. You can feel new load of adrenaline rush shooting through as his voice echoes into your mind.

Gunil’s head falls back before you make him face you by covering his trembling lips with one hand.

“Keep it down,” you warn him with a smile; you can’t hide how excited you are to do this even if you try. “I’m sorry, I knew you were about to cum.”

You move your palm away and sink back down again. But before that, you make sure to get a taste of him by gathering some of his cum from your folds and licking it from your fingers.

For a moment Gunil’s eyes squeeze with frustration as the tightness wraps back around him.

“You’re naughty.” The corners of his mouth tug charmingly at you. Even the simple way you run your hands along the sleeves of his shirt arouses him right now as you rock your lower body forward, elevating the sensation. “Your mind is full of filthy thoughts, isn’t it?”

You bite your lip at the question before a short gasp opens your mouth as an instant response to the firm presence of his hands on the sides of your body.

“They keep you awake at night,” he teases before suppressing an intense groan. He grasps your hips strongly, preventing you from making another move and peers into your eyes that light up from surprise.

“Gunil,” you whine quietly. You’re already aching for friction… for movement, anything.

He’s not sure how, but Gunil manages to gather his efforts and put your motions to an end in order to switch things around. As much as he loves watching you like this he cannot stand not having you the way you’re meant to be had by him.

Next time maybe he’ll leave you to have your fun for longer, but for tonight it’s enough.

“I like how you move, sweetheart,” he moves his hands up your skin till they reach your boobs, “but I can move faster… much harder.” His mouth salivates at the fragile sound of your humming as his thumbs circle around your nipples. “I know that’s what’s been going through your pretty little head.”

“Okay,” you sigh. The offer is difficult to resist.

“Yeah?” Gunil seeks one last confirmation.

You nod eagerly, letting go of his shirt. “Yeah, please…”

You’re just about to lay on your back when he flips you the other way around, adjusting you on all fours before slipping back inside you.

Your lips muffle a groan after your hair gets pulled back, slowly but surely with a little bit of pain that makes your skin run hotter.

“Down, pretty girl.” His lips utter at your ear as the hand on the back of your skull forces you lower.

Gunil knows you’re not going to be quiet at all so he needs to take measurements beforehand.

The sheets soak the first wail of yours the moment he begins to thrust forward which he does the second your face sinks into the mattress. A build up is useless after you’re both on the verge of falling apart for the second time; there’s no need to say anything either, because you both already share the same mutual desires.

“Fuck, there you go,” he grunts between thrusts, but he’s not even sure you can acknowledge his voice at this point. “Much better, isn’t it, sweetheart? I know exactly what a perverse girl like you needs.”

Shortly after, you start to grip onto him so tightly that you threaten his pace to slow down, but Gunil succeeds in avoiding that from happening. He skilfully continues to slam into you as the new climax creeps into your core. There’s a burning knot inside him begging for his attention too, but at this moment he’s fully focused on your pleasure and how it makes you clench desperately.

“Good girl,” he hisses, approving of the way your suppressed sounds intensify and turn rougher as he keeps your head shoved down; the way you plead wordlessly for your orgasm with fists squeezing furiously on the sheets. “I know, darling, I know… just … take it.”

Three more hits of Gunil’s strong hips are needed for the pressure inside you to burst and spread wildly in every part of your being. As you were completely still standing for him, now you’re suddenly squirming under his frame, unable to control your body as you lose grip on reality too.

As the fog that swept through your mind begins to slowly fade a sudden nudge into your soaked walls causes one last whimper from you. This time it was heard loud and clear as you were catching your breath with head lifted off the bed.

Gunil wraps an arm around your shoulders and swiftly presses you against his heaving chest, causing another whine of you with the way his bicep settles under your chin.

“You want me to fill your pretty cunt again?”

Your nails dig into his muscles as you nod eagerly, shutting your eyes at the feeling of his cock that slowed down, but continues to push deeper.

“So fuckin’ needy. I can ruin you if we keep going like this.”

And with this, he pushes you back down in your previous position; the one where you stay still and quiet for him, but clearly on the verge of falling apart.

Gunil doesn’t need to chase anything; few deep strong pushes into your pool of arousal are enough to bring him the same buzzing rush.

You’re trembling like a leaf as he waits for the rush to fade before he pulls out and lets you lay down.

Is he going to hurry to return to his room now?

You hope not, although you’re leaving with your parents early tomorrow morning on Christmas Eve and it will be good for you to get few hours of sleep.

But that’s not what you want; despite your body being tired, your mind is feeling more than awake right now.

You shove the question away, wanting to focus on only one thing - his arms wrapping around you, pulling you to his chest. And the peaceful sound of his heartbeat that ends up lulling you to sleep in a matter of minutes.

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two days later

An unexpected ringing of the doorbell has you putting the show you’re in the middle of watching on pause.

You’re still puzzled when you find out that a mysterious package has arrived for you. You immediately take it to your room.

Once you open the festively decorated box you see a Christmas card laying on top of a red wrapping paper. You’re excited to see what the present looks like, but you’re more eager to read what Gunil has written to you that couldn’t be said on the phone.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N!

I hope you’re enjoying your free time with your family. Classes start next week so you should make the most of your break while you still can.

Recently I got informed that the upcoming spring semester you’ll be choosing between two elective courses: children’s literature and characteristics of language in different media. If by any chance you’re not aware already, the latter is one of the disciplines that I’m teaching. Thought I should let you know so you have some extra time to consider which one is going to be more beneficial for your degree. (You can keep a secret, right?)

No matter what your decision is by the end, I’d like to see you again… at a nice dinner. Just the two of us this time.”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise for any mistakes i’ve might missed

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holy fucking shit

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happy halloween everyone 🎃🎃

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i can't stop thinking abt how sweet jungsu is and how cute his smile is i love you jungsu beautiful boy the cutest ever (lies down)(cries)

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