best friends and farmer boys!jungjoo who take over the ownership of a ranch previously owned by jungsu's grandfather
hot summers were spent there for most of your teenage years, with jungsu's grandfather, an old family friend, teaching you how to groom, feed, and raise the animals.
finally graduating college and with everything out of the way, you decided to visit after not seeing jungsu's grandfather for a long time. but to your surprise, two new owners answer your knock, and are ready to take you in for more than a little reunion for the next four weeks.
i watched sinners today (yesterday technically) and OH MY LORDDDD
i literally did not expect it to be about vampires i literally thought itâd be about two gangster twins killing racists in a small town đ that was maybe one of the best movies i watched this year so far though itâs soooo good the acting the plot the CHARACTERS that actually had personality to themâŚ1000/10
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
jungji accidentally finding out theyâre 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.
âyou two know each other?â jiseok asks out of genuine confusion. heâs 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?
âyou two know each other?â jungsu returns the question instead of answering.
âthis is who iâve been hooking up with for the past seven months.â
âweâve been hooking up for eight.â
you stand there in complete silence.
was it from shock? no. youâve seen this apartment way more times than your own.
was it from fear? no. you wouldnât 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 didnât expect to be tugged between two competitive men, who somehow found enjoyment in the little game.
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 youâd 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 cafĂŠ guy ; o.de as jooyeonâs 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: outliningâŚ
release date: to be announced
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preview word count â 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.
Itâs something you had grown used to, a comforting routine you cannot imagine unfolding in a different way.
You flip the bookstoreâs 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 didnât 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 canât 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 whoâs killing time than searching for a book. He didnât 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.
Thatâs 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 havenât forgotten a single bit from it, and the same heat you felt in that moment rises to your face again.
âArenât you supposed to ask if Iâm looking for a book?â
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.
âI⌠I thought you were in the middle of reading something so I didnât want to disturb you.â
âBut you didnât ask me the other day either.â
âI had customers who were purchasing books and you left too quickly.â
âRight, right, that makes sense. I was starting to think that I intimidate you.â He flashed his brows at you with intrigue. His expression remained casual as a flirtatious smirk settled subtly on his lips. âOr that you just like staring at me.â
âKeeping an eye on our customers while theyâre browsing is a part of my job.â
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.
âWhen it comes to us⌠I think itâs me keeping an eye on you.â
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 canât come up with a reason why he would be interested in someone like you.
You didnât 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. Thatâs what he was waiting for, right?
He laughed - to which you werenât 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. Heâs 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 itâs not hard to guess.
On his third visit is when you learned his name. Thatâs when you also seen him last.
Lee Jooyeon - it suits his face perfectly just like the way his voice perfectly matches his lips.
âSo why books?â
âI grew up a reader.â 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. âThis is my favorite place to be.â
âArenât you too young to stay here all day? I thought only old people work in bookstores and libraries.â
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, itâs still lingering. It wasnât fear, nor discomfort, just an unfamiliar thrill that caught you off guard. But you didnât pull back. Nothing was stopping you from doing it, you simply didnât mind.
Youâre just not used to feeling like this⌠like youâre standing at the edge of something unpredictable, something a little reckless. Youâre not the kind of person who seeks out such adrenaline rushes.
âI donât know, itâs too quiet.â 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. âTime must pass too damn slowly here. Iâd hate it.â
And thatâs 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 didnât mention which one. You could have pressed for details, but you didnât. Not because you werenât curious, but because you didnât want to seem noisy, like the type to show up unannounced, to dig too deep into a life he wasnât 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 didnât really respond to that either, not directly, anyway.
Once again, he brought the focus back on you without you even realising it. Eventually, youâll notice he does that a lot.
âDepends,â his voice was thoughtful as something darker was dancing in his eyes, âIâd like to spend some of it with you though.â
Your breath caught for a split second.
âHere?â
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:
âAs long as the cameras donât catch us.â
It mustâve been written all over your face - how caught off guard you were, how you struggled to form a response. You didnât want to push him away, but you didnât 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.
âMaybe next time.â
Thatâs what he said before leaving - the day you learned each otherâs names. Exactly five days ago.
And now?
Now, you canât stop looking at the door.
No matter what task youâre 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.
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 đ and when he finally catches me he smacks me with his bass as a jumpscare itâs actually getting scary
i had this dream for 3 nights now all one week apart đ
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 itâs 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 youâve been having a secret crush on⌠and who also politely said no after you asked him out last semesterâŚ
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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âYou alright back there?â Your mother asks after hearing you moving around the backseat after a nap you werenât 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, youâre hungry and you realise that you have a headache.
âYeah, just a nightmare.â
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.
Itâs nothing new, youâve 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, youâd be able to guess what will happen next.
And yet, it still affects you to this day, because itâs about him.
Unluckily, youâre not easily fascinated by nature or snow so the thought of your bad-not so-bad dream about your professor (whoâs not your professor anymore) Goo Gunil, remains lingering in the back of your head. Fortunately, itâs just for a few minutes before your parents tell you that you have arrived.
The villa youâve been invited to by your parentsâ new business partners is everything you thought a rich familyâs 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 whatâs about to be your home for three days you head upstairs to settle in one of the guests rooms.
âHeâs on his way.â You hear the voice of the middle aged woman you just met fading away as you go up the stairs. âSomething came up at work and he had to leave an hour later.â
She must be referring to her son who you still havenât 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 heâs in, but you shut the door in desperate need for some privacy and a soft surface to lay on.
Looks like you werenât simply dreaming lately. You were being warned. Youâve been receiving several signals for whatâs about to happen, one after another, and youâve been paying them little to no attention.
A small gasp escapes your lips as this isnât one of your many foolish dreams. Itâs real; heâs 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 didnât made the headache go away.
âHi, Y/N.â 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 isnât similar to yours. He sounds like heâs been expecting to see you sooner or later just not in this exact moment.
âHi.â You can only hope that the distance between the two of you prevents him from hearing how your breathing catches. âSo you are the son?â
âYeah, I am.â He confirms while the simple fact you werenât curious enough to try identify who the son is arouses his curiosity. Youâve always been more or less a source of interest to him; one he does his best not to indulge in. âIâm happy to see you, itâs been a while.â
You nod in agreement, because you remember exactly how long itâs 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 couldâve 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 âsorryâ 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 heâs perhaps enjoying your staring.
âIs that the room you picked?â Gunil asks with a certain tilt in his voice; as if heâs trying to escape a distraction. âItâs a good one.â
âYeah, theyâre all very nice, but I went for this one.â
âRight next to mine,â he notes which catches you off guard.
Heâs standing even closer now.
You can feel the fresh musky scent radiating from his muscular body which youâve seen bare in your dreams multiple times now, but nothing couldâve 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.
Thereâs no students or teachers to force you to break it after all.
âDid anyone entered the shower after you?â Your fingers fidget with the hem of your shirt as you tilt your head to the side. âI still havenât showered since we arrived and I canât wait to take a bath and relax my body for a bit.â
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 youâve 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 wasnât just another one of your fantasies, it was in fact - reality.
âNo,â he shakes head, looking away. His tone has suddenly turned lower and he clears his throat to make it firm again. âItâs all yours.â
He walks past you in order to get to his room, but it looks more like heâs 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.
âDinner will be served in an hour,â he murmurs without looking back and closes the door next to yours.
ââââ â ââââ
The next morning you make sure your appearance is decent before heading straight to the kitchen to make coffee as youâd normally do if you were at home, and if Goo Gunil wasnât existing under the same roof as you.
Dinner last night wasnât 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 heâs 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 youâve 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 whateverâs currently on the screen has his full attention, because he doesnât even acknowledge your presence until you greet him.
âGood morning,â you say, walking towards the coffee machine with a nonchalant step.
âMorning.â Gunil greets back while straightening his posture. His voice sounds a bit scratchy, still not quite awake. âDid you sleep well?â
The question makes you feel nice which leads you to the realisation that youâre already getting used to receiving such type of treatment from him. Silly of you.
âIt took me some time to fall asleep, but yeah, I slept decent.â
The buzzing sound of the machine fills the space, completely blocking the sound of Gunilâs 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 hasnât 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.
âYou can stay here to drink your coffee.â He makes a quick pause to see your eyes widening with intrigue. âI can use some company.â
âLast time I offered you my company you didnât want it.â
You remain in your place, close to the open door, as you anticipate his reply; the explanation youâve been so curious to hear all this time.
âI never said that,â Gunil defends himself with the corners of his mouth twitching. âI said that I canât have coffee with you, not that I donât want to. Do I need to teach you, english philology student, the difference between the two?â
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.
âAlright then.â 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. âWhen I drink my coffee in the morning I avoid phones, tablets or any other electronic devices.â
Gunil chuckles and puts it away along with his notes.
Youâre glad that taking off his glasses does not cross his mind though. They remind you of the day you met for the first time.
âThatâs a good habit to have,â he comments after taking a sip of his coffee,â you have beautiful eyes, you should take care of them.â
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.
âSee? Iâm not that scary to talk to.â You say lightheartedly while picking up the necklace thatâs dangling around your neck, knowing very well Gunil is going to watch you guide it to your lips.
âY/NâŚâ he exhales, âyou know how it wouldâve looked like if someone saw us. The fact weâre around the same age doesnât matter when youâre my student.â
âI know, I know!â 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. âIâm just teasing you a little.â
Gunil sighs softly from relief, but it still looks like something is on his mind, something that heâs leaving unspoken.
âIs this all you see me as?â You pull him out of his train of thought. âOne of your former students?â
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 doesnât see you as just a former student and thatâs the tricky part of it all.
Heâs aware youâre catching onto his emotions, because now that youâre away from the usual establishment heâs having a hard time pretending not to have them. Besides, thereâs nowhere to hide or avoid you in this villa; he doesnât have hundreds of eyes following his every move.
âNo.â
You gaze into each otherâs 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.
Youâre 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 somebodyâs footsteps, and exhales with relief. He really doesnât want to just act on his impulses and do something serious that heâs going to regret later.
When you peek behind your shoulder you see Gunilâs mother walk in, greeting both of you with a warm smile. She begins to yap about tonightâs gathering at which some couple is invited, but you can barely keep your focus on what sheâs saying.
For some reason, you feel that unfulfilled void from last night grow bigger, and itâs distracting.
Itâs 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, youâre sitting across from him like you've been doing for every meal so far with the difference youâre wearing an appropriate for the occasion elegant dress meanwhile heâs 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 isnât 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 heâs boring. That he dresses awfully when heâs 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 hasnât 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 youâve encountered would, heâs listening closely and speaking diligently without forcing the attention on himself.
Despite being focused on the subject, he doesnât misses the occasional opportunities to glance at you though; to check on how youâre 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 isnât the best. Itâs definitely not appropriate, but thatâs 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.
Youâre either going to make the first move tonight or youâre gonna have to return home disappointed that you never took the chance to try.
Youâre leaving the day after tomorrow - thereâs 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 donât want the people around you to catch onto your doing.
As youâre about to type in your reply another message pops up.
21:14 [Goo Gunil] Every time Iâve gotten distracted during my lessons was all because of your beauty
You cannot stop yourself from peeking at him as heâs still staring down at his lap.
21:14 [Goo Gunil] Are you saying that usually Iâm 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 havenât 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 youâre on a rollercoaster thatâs 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 thatâs 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.
Youâre 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 hasnât 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
âDid you enjoy dinner?â
Gunilâs 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.
âYeah, I did.â You reply, closing the chat. âNow Iâm craving something sweet.â
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.
âExcuse me for a moment.â You stand up from your seat.
Gunilâs 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.
âYou know, itâs a little bit rude to come eat dessert away from the guests.â
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.
âI just needed some more water,â you smile amused, leaning back against the counter. You expect him to take few steps forward and thatâs exactly what he does.
You wonder if heâs 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.
âIs that all you needed?â
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 heâs admiring a painting.
You can tell that heâs 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.
âNo,â you reply, âand I donât think you came here only to refill your cup either.â
Gunil nods, impressed by your observation. He leaves the glass behind you the moment you blurt out the question:
âAre you seeing someone?â
âNo, are you?â He asks back right away, staring down at your foot thatâs 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.
âNo.â You invite him even closer and the scent of his expensive cologne wraps around you. âItâs just me and my pillow.â 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 heâs 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 heâs a man stranded on a desert.
âY/N,â he breathes out almost like heâs 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 thatâs 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.
âHm?â You kiss his neck one more time before guiding your open mouth higher. Your tongue sneaks out slightly, because you canât help but turn more sloppy. âWhatâs holding you back? Youâre not my professor anymore.â
âFor now.â 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. âWhat if you have to take another one of my classes next year?â
âWell,â you move back to peer into his glossed over eyes, âI see that as something beneficial for me, you always motivate me to be a better student, sirâŚâ
You drop the title through a teasing smile; his tie too.
âDonât call me that.â Gunil loosens up the tight knot around his neck as he huffs at you flustered rather than annoyed.
Donât know how, but youâre pressing some buttons that are causing him to act coy. Itâs not just his professional background anymore. Itâs you.
âHow should I call you then?â
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.
Heâs now settled between your thighs, swallowing at the tempting sight of your confident mouth that just cannot stay silent.
âTry with my name.â 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.
âGunil,â you repeat it afterwards while musing, âI didnât get the chance to answer your question earlier.â
âThatâs right,â he cannot suppress the intrigued smile creeping up as he stands so close you can mix each otherâs breaths. Heâs surprised by himself and how long heâs lasted without kissing you; touching you the way he really wants to. âTell me, please.â
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.
âIf we were alone on that dinner table I wouldâve asked you to stop holding back and kiss me.â
For a while you gaze at each otherâs 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 theyâre many and most of them feel brand new.
âWe are alone right now, arenât we?â Heâs conscious of the fact that he would never do this if itâs another girl in front of him right now. Heâd never allow himself to get in this position, during such an important evening, with any other girl. âGo ahead, ask.â
âStop holding back.â The commanding tone that escapes you boosts your body with adrenaline rush; you can only imagine what it does to his.
Gunilâs hands move to your waist as he crashes his lips onto yours with such strong greediness burning inside him, one heâs never felt before.
Youâre 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 Gunilâs 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.
âFuck!â 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.
âMore,â 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 Gunilâs hand after he places it exactly where youâve been in desperate need of friction.
âAh, yeahââ You put your own hand on top of his and press harder as his gentle nibbles on your skin arouse you even further. âGunil,â you moan in the process of rubbing yourself against his palm one more time.
âIs this what you did to your pillow last night?â He whispers at your ear while pushing your panties to the side. His middle finger slips in effortlessly and thatâs 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. âIs that how you were humping it?â
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 heâs sleeping on the other side of the wall still hasnât sunk in fully yet.
âYouâre such a dirty girl.â
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.
âShit, youâre squeezing so hard,â Gunil comments under his breath then notices you reaching for your clit. âAnd youâre so fuckin' tightââ
âI wanted you to walk in on me,â you interrupt him as your fingers that snuck into your underwear start rubbing in circles, âand fuck me⌠so badly.â 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.
âYouâre not gonna take me easily, love.â Gunilâs lips slide upwards against your cheek from your struggling to swallow a whine before he changes up the pace.
âFuck!â Your eyes roll back and youâre 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.
âShhh,â 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 canât allow it, and he empties your mouth once itâs clear that youâre 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. Itâs when you look down and take a notice of it that you realise youâre still grasping at his arm. You donât 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.
âDrop by my room later.â 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 Gunilâs cheek. âIâll be waiting for you.â
Although youâve 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. Heâs 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. Itâs your need to make him feel good, to perform for him and relieve him from the pressure thatâs been lingering all night in his body. It makes your touch noticeably greedy and assertive.
Gunilâs 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.
âDo you like what you see?â 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.
âI love what I see,â Gunil replies and he doesnât only seem focused on the view, he sounds like heâs hypnotised by it. He traces your bare legs then your upper body as you get on the bed, crawling your way to him. Heâs smitten. âIâd like to feel it too.â
âNo rush, handsome,â you straddle his lap. âThe night is ours.â 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.
Youâre pleased to see Gunilâs 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 youâve already seen them.
âHow do you even find time to go to the gym?â You run your hands up and down after leaving the shirt open, relishing the way his own drop to your hips.
âI make it work.â 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.
Thereâs 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 thatâs lowering the temperature of the whiskey.
âI can tell.â
You savor the taste despite not being one of your favorites simply because itâs 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 adamâs 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.
Heâs already learning to like it.
âItâs twitching,â you point out with a pleased smile which brings a subtle blush to Gunilâs 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. âI can feel how hard you are.â
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 isnât 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.
Heâs 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.
âFuck, Y/Nââ 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.
âDo you want me?â 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 youâre unable to think about anything else than feeling him inside you.
âAre you really that oblivious to so many things, love?â
âNo,â you respond amused while reaching for his belt after tossing the ice cube away, âI like to pretend I am.â
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 youâre 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 youâre close to having some of the pressure relieved by his touch, slips from your lips.
âBeautiful,â Gunil exhales right after you once he separates your intimate lips with two fingers; to see you in more details and to check if youâre as wet as you were few hours ago on the kitchen counter.
His mouth dives in and heâs not being cautious or hesitant as you thought he might be. Heâs moving greedy but somehow his tongue motions stimulate your body with tenderness that makes you place a hand on top of his head.
âFuckââ 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 itâs collecting with each lick. âWould you ever⌠have me like this in your cabinet?â
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.
âIn the same cabinet I share with two more people?â
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.
âObviously theyâre not staying there all day,â 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: âCan I?â
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.
âTake it slow baby,â he whispers after noticing the way you force your mouth to stretch wider, to take more and endure more of his size. âYouâre doing good already.â
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.
âIâll do even better once I sit on it.â You give his tip one last kiss and shift to the other side of the bed so he can lay down. âLeave the shirt on, please.â
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 youâve 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.
âMmmâŚâ 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. âFuck, itâs so bigâŚâ
Gunilâs 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.
âAnd youâre taking it well, baby.â
âAm I?â
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 Gunilâs hands leave your waist only to land in a light smack against your hips and grip tightly again. Itâs so fun watching him do everything he possibly can to control himself⌠when the pleasure is so high, inevitably tempting you to drop whateverâs left of your good behaviour.
âYou fill me so good,â you mutter rocking back and forth as the hot rush inside both of you grows in waves. Your attention shifts to Gunilâs eyes fluttering shut and his mouth opening wider so close to moaning between his heavy breaths. âLook at me.â
Your bra slips from your figure and gets thrown away after Gunilâs darkened gaze fixates on you.
âYouâre freakinâ gorgeous.â 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.
âFuckââ You breathe out shakily; your fingertips dance onto his lower stomach as you maintain the same rhythm with his hands holding your ass. âI want to c-cum alreadyâŚâ
âShit,â 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.
âFuck, babyââ Gunilâs mind starts to glitch as it comprehends only one thing - how youâre clenching harder around him and itâs going to make him burst. âSlow down,â he whispers in one quick breath, squeezing your ass cheeks as a weak warning, unsuccessful one.
âBut I want you to cum inside me, Gunil...â You make sure to coo his name at his ear thatâs subtly reddish like the rest of his features. Judging by the rough frustration thatâs almost wrapped in a whine when it slips from his tongue - it seems to have an immediate effect. âI want it now,â you pant, keeping your hips moving as his jaw tenses beneath you, âwhile Iâm riding your big cock soo well, just the way you deserve it.â
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 youâre 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. Youâre 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 thereâs 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 Gunilâs face gets marked by a new expression that can only be interpreted as a sign of his sensitivity which hasnât faded away yet. His brows knit together, but he doesnât try anything to stop you after he lifts up from his back.
âMore?â He just asks through a lazy smile as one of his hands grasps the sheets.
âMore.â 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. âDonât tell me youâre getting sleepy already?â
âHow can I ever sleep when Iâm with you?â
The presence of this slight raspiness in Gunilâs 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 wasnât 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 thatâs 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 canât 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.
âOh, Godââ His voice, now ringing with a higher pitch, shakes close to your ear as he grazes his teeth against your skin. Itâs 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. âSweetheart, prettyâŚâ 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.
âDo you like how I ride it, hm?â You stare at Gunilâs parted lips, not caring if heâs 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. âYou like how I move, donât you?â
âYeah, I do,â he draws out as your nails sink into his cheeks; seconds later his voice cracks. âFuck, Y/N!â
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.
Gunilâs head falls back before you make him face you by covering his trembling lips with one hand.
âKeep it down,â you warn him with a smile; you canât hide how excited you are to do this even if you try. âIâm sorry, I knew you were about to cum.â
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 Gunilâs eyes squeeze with frustration as the tightness wraps back around him.
âYouâre naughty.â 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. âYour mind is full of filthy thoughts, isnât it?â
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.
âThey keep you awake at night,â 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.
âGunil,â you whine quietly. Youâre already aching for friction⌠for movement, anything.
Heâs 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 youâre meant to be had by him.
Next time maybe heâll leave you to have your fun for longer, but for tonight itâs enough.
âI like how you move, sweetheart,â he moves his hands up your skin till they reach your boobs, âbut I can move faster⌠much harder.â His mouth salivates at the fragile sound of your humming as his thumbs circle around your nipples. âI know thatâs whatâs been going through your pretty little head.â
âOkay,â you sigh. The offer is difficult to resist.
âYeah?â Gunil seeks one last confirmation.
You nod eagerly, letting go of his shirt. âYeah, pleaseâŚâ
Youâre 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.
âDown, pretty girl.â His lips utter at your ear as the hand on the back of your skull forces you lower.
Gunil knows youâre 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 youâre both on the verge of falling apart for the second time; thereâs no need to say anything either, because you both already share the same mutual desires.
âFuck, there you go,â he grunts between thrusts, but heâs not even sure you can acknowledge his voice at this point. âMuch better, isnât it, sweetheart? I know exactly what a perverse girl like you needs.â
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. Thereâs a burning knot inside him begging for his attention too, but at this moment heâs fully focused on your pleasure and how it makes you clench desperately.
âGood girl,â 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. âI know, darling, I know⌠just ⌠take it.â
Three more hits of Gunilâs 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 youâre 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.
âYou want me to fill your pretty cunt again?â
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.
âSo fuckinâ needy. I can ruin you if we keep going like this.â
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 doesnât need to chase anything; few deep strong pushes into your pool of arousal are enough to bring him the same buzzing rush.
Youâre 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 youâre leaving with your parents early tomorrow morning on Christmas Eve and it will be good for you to get few hours of sleep.
But thatâs 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 youâre in the middle of watching on pause.
Youâre 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. Youâre excited to see what the present looks like, but youâre more eager to read what Gunil has written to you that couldnât be said on the phone.
âMerry Christmas, Y/N!
I hope youâre 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 youâll be choosing between two elective courses: childrenâs literature and characteristics of language in different media. If by any chance youâre not aware already, the latter is one of the disciplines that Iâm 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, Iâd like to see you again⌠at a nice dinner. Just the two of us this time.â
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