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Salted caramel tart, with its gooey chocolate layer hidden under the golden surface. Blueberry cheesecake, a soft cloud dripping in a magical deep-purple sauce. Three-layered chocolate mousse, crowned with a single raspberry that shines like a ruby. The ever proud Sachertorte, with its apricot veil waiting to waltz on your tongue at the first bite. Lemon chiffon cake, the glaze so white and lucid it could be mistaken for porcelain. Tarte tatin, so tantalizingly served à la mode . And my plain, beloved strawberry shortcake to close today’s menu. Every cake is beautifully displayed on the coffee table, each nestled in a neat dessert dish: my fork is currently buried in the shortcake, while the professor's is digging right through the mousse. To the side, two dainty teacups sit with their matching saucers and spoons, full of Namjoon’s favorite white tea blend. His tv set completes the cozy atmosphere, the channel set to a radio station playing the fifties jazz I love so much. Truly, I feel like the most spoiled master’s degree student in the world whenever my professor calls for a new session of the Tea Time club, and with reason: he’s got such a sweet tooth, that he always ends up ordering way too many slices for just one single person to eat in one sitting, and it falls upon me to help him with that!
“ *Mh.* This cake tastes so good, don’t you agree? ”
…however, it should be noted that this peculiar club currently counts only two members: me and professor Namjoon. I do recall a time when there were more of us, but that was when this was an official college club and its actual name was the museum-goers club [booooring, I know.] Because, you see, professor Namjoon teaches contemporary art at my college and, oh boy, you should see how quickly his classes become jam-packed, oftentimes with unforeseen guests that fight bitterly with us students for the front seats! Can't blame either part, though: being the grade A plus eye candy that he is and, to add insult to the injury, one that is fully aware of his sexiness, Joonie has quickly mastered the art of dressing sharp. He might have been a hoodie and sweatpants kind of a guy during his freshman days, but by now he knows how to fill a turtleneck sweater, a waistcoat adorned with a necktie, or a simple buttoned up shirt, always worn with its sleeves rolled up to the forearm… not to mention how neat he looks while reading a passage from a textbook, voice deep and warm like the first day in summer, softly styled silver-dyed hair and glasses sitting prettily on that cute nose of his… aaaaahh, here I am, fangirling again over Joonie! Ehe, silly me!
But now you must be wondering: Krisalia, are you perhaps following his classes just because he’s handsome and that’s it? Do you even pay attention to what he’s teaching, or are you just mindlessly lusting after your professor? Of course I’m interested in what he teaches, you damned rascals! Well, truth to be told… compared to any other art teacher I’ve come across in my high school days, he can be rather unorthodox in his teaching method: for example, Namjoon is very vocal about showcasing as many artists as he can, ones that you wouldn’t usually find in art anthologies geared towards students [but you can bet your sweet ass that, eight times out of ten, it’s gonna involve Korean artists], with a total disregard for any institutionalized big name or timeframe! In short: he’s not afraid to speak up his mind when something crosses him [as if his well-built physique wasn’t enough to make a poor student swoon on sight, whenever he walks in the classroom…] and, once per lesson, he’ll roar with unbridled passion to hell with following blindly the beaten path! I’m the one who chooses what to nerd about in this course! You can guess how tense his relationship with the Dean is, dangerously skirting the layoff every time they meet face to face: and yet, Namjoon manages to get away with it because he just knows that, if even a single finger were to be laid on his position as a teacher, the whole college would riot for months until the Dean would have to take him back!
An intellectual daredevil, so to speak. And I’ve never longed to kiss and make love to anyone else this vehemently, before knowing him.
Oh, dear me, me and my internal monologues. Ahem. To get back on track, well… after those early trips to the museum of his choice [to make us connect more with his teachings], a bag of hotteok with coffee on the go was the most he could treat us on; yeah, a far cry from the wealth of cakes we’re enjoying today, but, please! Do keep in mind that he had already paid the admission ticket for each of us, and that's pricey shit even after applying the student's discount!
Though, that was two years ago, and lots of things happened in the meantime. Case in point: as the buzz around his club dwindled down and left poor Joonie quite heartbroken [there’s nothing worse than sharing the things you’re most passionate about, only to be met with complete indifference!], I took my chance and kept showing up at every meet-up, even when I couldn’t provide any logical reason for being so stubbornly interested in the works showcased! In time, slowly but surely, we grew closer… and, after one fated spring afternoon, our extra-curricular activities became less and less platonic...
“ Uhm, it is. Know what would make it taste better, though? ”
“ Pray tell, Krisalia, my faithful student. I’m all ears. ”
“ Try licking it off my lips, professor. ”
...by now, this so-called club it’s more of an academic version of Netflix and chill: our version of foreplay. You'll likely find me draped over Joonie’s lap, hard-pressed into the couch and messily making out; oh, exactly as we’re doing right now, leisurely rolling our hips in tandem, still not caring for the layers of clothes being in the way. Not yet, anyway, but we might in a moment. Knowing Joonie, his appetite is merely teased by the creamy cakes and my plump lips. Ehe. I already know what he's craving the most, the little glutton… he's lucky that I can't wait to serve it to him, like the dutiful student I am.
“ Say, professor... ” I purr, letting Joonie have his way on my neck [nghyeah, I'd let him suck that spot forever if he was willing! It gives me the best kind of shivers!]
“ *Chup* Something's wrong, Krisalia? Aren't my kisses pleasurable enough for you? ”
“ They're very pleasant, stay assured of that… I just *god, there!* wanted to tell you that my… *oh, yeah* m-my little peach pie is getting all syrupy again... ”
Oh, dear me, here's his trademark eyebrow raise. Fuck, it's so sexy.
“ Oooooh, dolly... already at that stage, you poor thing? Will you let me check on that? ”
Doll. His precious, naughty little doll. Namjoon is the only man in this world who has any right to call me like that.
“ More than anything, professor.~ ”
Ah, I'll never get tired of being pushed down on this couch like a ragdoll, panties snatched away from me and with my coffee-colored sailor uniform already unzipped, leaving my trembling body so weak and vulnerable under his scrutinizing gaze! God, this submissive side of me makes me feel like the worst feminist in all of existence! But right now *ngh!* I don't care, as long *yeah, theeeereeee* as Namjoon's loooooong and swift fingers pump my pussy so well!! *Ah* the way they curl inside me, I can't get enough of that!! More… give me more...
“ Well well, I see that your claims were true, my little pervert of a student: you're drenched with syrup! ” God, the way he slowly sucks the fingers that were inside of me with such delight... urgh, those slurping sounds make me feel lightheaded already... “ And it tastes so, so sweet on my tongue… now, my dear doll, I think it's time for you to give your professor a proper taste test! ”
Yeeeeeesssssss , please! Have it your way between my legs, Joonie! Y-yes, like that, goddddd , eat me out like a starved *anf* man would do!! That tongue of yours feels so, so, sooooo good! *Ah* gliding, swirling, poking, tapping, s-sliding in and out of my dripping folds *uh!!*, all to the tune of an upbeat jazz song… God, Joonie, the man that you are, only you would be capable of thaaaaaaaaaaat!
...have I come undone that fast? Oh dear, have I become hypersensitive these days or can I blame it on the last midterms?
“ Cumming so soon, dolly? Aw, but I've barely started to play with you... you won't dare to leave your professor Kim hanging up and dry, would you? ”
Fuck. The sudden clitoris pinch always catches me off guard!
“ Would you, dolly? Speak your mind as I taught you to. As cute and easy on the ears your whines are, I'm afraid I can't count them as a proper answer to my question… ”
“ Sorry, professor, I'm sorry!! ” I finally manage to squeal, trying hard to diverge my focus from his nipple/clitoris pinching combo. [You have no idea how much deliciously painful it is, trust me...] “ I won't! I won't *uwaaahhh* leave dear professor Kim unsatisfied!! ”
“ And how do you plan to fulfill that promise, mh? Care to explain? ”
I really, really want to better articulate my thoughts on the matter, but… *Aaaaah*, I can’t focus on anything *nnnhhh* but the way he’s pleasuring me *harder, please!!* I’m really t-t-theeeeeeeeeeeh!!!
…great, I’ve cum again. At the very least, Namjoon looks sincerely surprised by the outcome of his actions.
“ My bad, dolly. I got carried away by those cute noises you were making for me… Do you need a glass of water before going on? Another cup of tea, maybe? ”
Forcing myself to stand up and return to a sitting position [which is currently the most difficult task in the world for little old me, because the strength I’ve got in my limbs at the moment is the same of a newborn deer], I lovingly run my hands all over his chest, fingers making quick work of his shirt’s buttons. God, I really want to please him as he does with me…
“ That won’t be necessary, professor. Now, for starters, I’ll help you by getting you out of these suffocating clothes... ” Ngh. I'm already drooling at the sight of his broad chest, so toned and lovingly peppered with birthmarks… I can’t wait to kiss each of them! “ Then, I was thinking about putting my lips to work. ”
“ What do you mean by that, dolly? ”
“ Oh, the usual, you know the drill. ” A kiss right on his bobbing Adam’s apple. “ Mapping out your body with a downward trail of kisses. ” A light suck on his pecs, while briefly toying with his nipples with my fingers. “ *chu* Stop a little by your belly button, because we both know how sensitive you are down there. ” A giggle, enough time for me to tenderly cup his erection through his pants. “ And, lastly, free your poor cock from its prison and run my tongue all over it, savoring the salty aftertaste of your skin. Sounds like a plan to you? ”
Whoops and owie. As I remove his boxers I forget to move away, his dick slapping across my face as it springs free. It’s such a regular occurrence you’d think I would remember to move accordingly by now, since his cock always seems so eager to greet me: but nope, my horny brain utterly refuses to permanently register the notion, going all pop that cock in your mouth, pop that cock in your mouth right now! and not caring for anything else, not even the very possible chance that I could end up with a broken nose with a wrong move from his part! It’s bad for my safety, I should know and prevent it!
Ah, Krisalia, stop overthinking and focus on the task at hand: pleasuring professor Kim until he begs to cum. Or, rather, until he pulls me up and forces me on all fours to ruin my pussy thoroughly… mmmmh , the latter sounds like my preferred choice. Anyway, no more digressions! After all, I promised this man a blowjob to blow his mind, did I?
I start by licking upward, carefully stroking the base of his cock with my hand in the meantime. It's merely kitten licks for the time being, enough to tease but not quite fulfilling… until I reach his head, that is. From here, I let my tongue run all over it as if it were a lollipop, and every now and then my lips wrap tightly around the tip, sucking on the taut and slightly salty skin... mmmhhh , delicious. But I want more. More of that .
Slowly, my mouth starts taking more and more inches of the professor's massive cock, sucking it nice and tight. *Mh* so fucking big and hot, Joonie… I might not be able to deep throat you but, fuck, you feel amazing in my mouth as it is. And, if we couple it with your moans, your beautiful throaty moans and curses, you can’t act surprised if my pussy begins to quiver anew…
“ What a good doll. What a fuckable doll *ah*, what a perfect doll that you *mmmh* are… my little dolly... ”
Oh dear, here's his hand on my nape, tugging my head forward.
“ Yeah, like that. Keep sucking me off with those tulip lips, dolly. Don't worry, I still intend to have my way with your unattended peach pie… *grunt* no pie is complete without cream, does it? ”
You’re absolutely right, Joonie: any pie worthy of its name should be served with a generous helping of melting cream on top of it… especially the metaphorical one. That’s the reason why I started taking the pill, remember? Though *mh* to almost choke on your humongous candy cane feels equally amazing… G-god, professor, faster! Fuck my mouth faster!! It feels good, so, so, so good-
“ Stop, right now! ”
The way he abruptly pulls me away leaves no doubt about his intentions: there won’t be any semen to suck off his cock for me, at least for now. But I can’t help myself from panting, my mouth open wide and my tongue lolling out, waiting for something else to taste… [God, let’s hope I’m not making one of those stupid ahegao faces…]
“ ...good. I love when you follow my instructions without unnecessary questioning, dolly. Students who behave get rewarded. ”
Is he about to do what I think he’ll do? Yyyyeeaaah , he is! He’s picking up what’s left of my shortcake and scoops out a huge spoonful, placing it on the tip of my waiting tongue! Man, being spoon-fed by Joonie after a heated session of oral sex is the best treat ever!
“ Go on, cleanse your palate with your favorite cake. Besides, it would be bad if we let it go to waste, don’t you think? ”
A gleeful hum is all I can muster while gulping down the cake, its creamy, juicy strawberry taste slowly taking over my senses. For a brief moment, I can pick up the faint smell of spring flowers coming from Joonie’s small courtyard [one time we agreed on how he’s the proud owner of the most stubborn cherry tree in all of Seoul, since it takes up to the third week of May to see its foliage turn pink!] It feels warmer too, I like it. It's almost like spring all over again…
But a sudden, booming echo of thunder shatters the illusion, followed by the pouring rain picking up in speed. Crap . I was lucky to come here before the weather decided to take a turn for the worst! Uh, why is Joonie giving me that worried look right now?
“ ...did the thunder scare you, Krisalia? I've seen you jump out of your skin a little, just now… ”
“ Uhm, nope? No, I didn’t! What kind of functional adult would get scared by a simple thunderstorm- kyaaaaah!!! ”
...great, I've just made a fool of myself by blindly flinging dumb little me into Namjoon's arms, screaming like a little baby while at it. Now that's a surefire way to prove the authenticity of your previous statement, Krisalia, yyyyep . Well played indeed, you functional adult .
And yet, he holds me like the frailest porcelain doll in all of Korea.
“ I thought we were past the keep the facade at any cost phase, dolly. ” I can't stand it. The tender, reassuring way he’s stroking my hair is too much for my heart to bear… “ Does the thunderstorm make you nervous, dolly? Is that the problem? ”
“ That's… ” I stammer, not sure how to put down my scrambled thoughts. “ I mean, having a fear of thunder at my age would be childish, and I definitely don’t have one, mind you! I-I just don't want to look childish in front of you- ”
“ Just be honest with me, dolly. I'm here to listen. ”
Dear Namjoon, always so caring and understanding of others' woes… see why it was so easy for me to fall in love with you? And I still find it hard to believe that you feel the same for me… Sometimes I wonder what I did, in my past lives, to hit this kind of karmic jackpot: was I a war hero? Did I single-handedly save China from the Mongolian invasion?
“ ...you know that sudden sting of loneliness that hits you at the most inappropriate times, when it's been a while since you started living alone in a house of your own? Well, hah, house is quite the stretch in my case: you’ve already seen how little space I’ve got in my apartment... ”
“ A house is still a house, no matter its size. So? ”
“ ...it stings much harder when it storms at night. Blame it on the thin walls or the window panel that vibrates like crazy when a thunder hits louder, but… in those moments, I'm painfully aware that there's just me in that room. ” I bite on my lip, mentally chiding myself for the sudden rush of melancholy. Everyone has to learn how to live on their own, you dummy! There’s no need to get your eyes all itchy and watery over this topic! “ And it sucks. It sucks because I'm an adult and I should behave like one, and yet- ”
Another thunder, another shudder shaking my body to its core. God, I hate this rainy weather of November! [But I love how lovingly Joonie kisses my eyelids…]
“ ...if you were to live here with me, dolly, I would hug you through the stormy nights. ” His tone is hushed, reassuring. “ I would talk to you about all kinds of topics- about the artists you have yet to know, the dumbest things I’ve done as a child, how beautiful it is to watch the sunset atop of Namsan Tower. All the places I want to bring you to, the hotteok cakes and the high-end French pastries I want to share with you. I would talk to you for hours and hours, until you would completely forget about the pouring rain and the awful sounds that scare you so much. Until you would lie peacefully in my arms, sleeping soundly and dreaming the sweetest dreams a girl like you deserves to do. And, above everything else... I would make sure that you wouldn’t feel lonely ever again. ”
At the thought of it, my heart flutters like a hummingbird. This isn’t the first time that Namjoon tries to seduce me into the idea of moving in with him, and it’s getting harder to refuse such a deal. Yeah, I’m still worried that someone [another professor, someone who can’t keep their mouth shut, good God, the Dean himself] could find out what kind of relationship we have… and the consequences that would fall upon our heads. And the last thing I want to do is to potentially ruin Joonie’s career!
And yet, despite knowing all of the above, I can’t help but wonder how much better my life would become if I were to move in here, with my beloved professor. Finally able to cook a proper meal for two, with a real oven that has been begging to be used since it was first installed [Joonie knows how to eat , not how to cook]. Finally able to study or work in a pleasant environment, maybe in a room with a library of my own [pastel purple walls with white furniture would look so cute and fitting for my figure collection!] Finally able to feel at home, along with the man I love and cherish most: Kim Namjoon, the talented contemporary art professor, blessed with good looks, a sexy brain and the biggest heart you’ll find on this side of the Han river.
A man I want all for myself, despite the almost ten years of age gap between us.
“ Do you mean it, professor? ”
“ Every single word. I’d do anything for you, my doll. ”
It doesn’t escape me the way he kisses me, after that purred my doll . It seems tender at first, but it flares up once he starts sucking hungrily on my bottom lip...
“ And… what if I don’t want to sleep yet? ”
“ I guess I could use… other means to divert your attention from the bad weather. ”
Oh, that’s definitely one excellent whisper, dear professor. Ngh. Please, manipulate my body to your heart’s contentment [y-yeah , like that! Trap me under your toned body, seize my thighs and keep them spreaded!!] so I can feel again your quivering cock being pressed down on my clitoris, harshly rutting on my poor, abused pussy…
“ Who’s a good doll? ”
“ I am, professor! ” I answer back, jolting *uh* at the fleeting feeling of his tip dipping into my soaked folds.
“ *Anf * and who wants to have their pussy absolutely wrecked by *ngfh* their art professor? ”
“ Me! Me, professor, pick me!! ”
Deeper, deeper, fuckmefuckmefuckmefu- KYAAAAAHHHHH!
Inside. He’s inside me, at least! Oh, dear… his cock is so addictive! So big, so thick, so *uh* able to split me in half, if he wanted to…
So good. Sogoodsogoodsofuckinggood!
“ *Uh! * Being * ngh!* a tight fit for me as always, aren’t you, dolly? ”
So indecent. We’re *ah* completely indecent right now… both half naked, hair disheveled, glasses so *mmmh* precariously perched atop of Joonie’s nose, my tits bouncing *ooooh* freely to the rhythm of his thrusts, the squelching sounds *mmmh!*, the whole *uh!* i-idea of being fucked *deeper, please!* silly by my own professor… It’s so dirty, completely inappropriate! *Ah* And that’s exactly the reason why it’s so addictiveeeee!
“ But *uh* that’s how *anf* I like it! *Anf* Come on, dolly, show your professor *yyyeaahh* how much you like to… *uh* t-to m-milk me dry, darling… ”
“ I’ll show you! I’ll show you, professor!! *Ah!* I’ll definitely show you, just- *please* don’t stop, Joonie!!! ”
Yeah, keep going! *Uh* G-go faster, Joonie, go faster… reshape my womb as you *uh!* like it!! And come crashing down my lips, if you’d like to-
“ Who am I to you *pant*, dolly? *Anf* Tell me! ”
Is that *uh* even a question by now, Joonie?
“ You’re *uuuuuh* the love of my life, Joonie! ”
“ Pleaseeeeee, say it again… I need to hear it!! ”
Honestly, this man… he knows how irresistible he is when he gets needy, does he?
“ *Ah* Then, listen close: I *uh* l-lo-o-*oh*-*oh!* Love you! Love you! *Nnnngh* D-d-don’t make me cum alone for the third time, you- ”
C-can’t think straight [too fast] here it comes [so deep] here it comes [fill me fill me fill me] oh god, I’m about to [one more kiss, please Joonie, I-] want yoooouuuuuuuuuuu!!!
Overflowing. It’s overflowing, I can feel it. His warm, slightly sticky seed is seeping out of me… it makes me feel so good, so at peace with myself and this chaotic world. So loved.
And this could be my life, if I wanted to.
It really could.
“ Krisalia? Darling? Are you alright? ”
As I register the current state of Namjoon’s face, so gloriously flushed red and basking in the afterglow [someone, please, frame this sweet grin and put it on display!], my hand timidly reaches for his skewed glasses, putting them back in place.
“ Never been better, dear Joonie. You just made me the happiest peach pie à la mode in this city! ”
“ See? ” he smiles, almost out of breath. “ I'm a man of my word, dolly: I said I'd make you forget about the storm, and I did! ”
“ So you did, professor. You really did. ”
Then comes the hugs, the light kisses, the barely audible giggles we exchange while nuzzling our noses together.
And, suddenly, the thought strikes me full force.
I want to stay here forever, because this feels like home to me.
Our home.
“ ...say, Joonie... ”
“ Yeeeeeesss? ”
“ Hypothetically speaking, how much would be my monthly rent for the place? ”
“ Hmhh, that’s a big question ” he goes, stroking his chin and pretending to sound as uninterested as one can be. “ Based on the house's value, I'd say… ten thousand kisses, a couple rough fucks on the couch per week, and having to bear my fixation for obscure artist nobody else but me cares for. You won't find a fairer price anywhere else in Seoul, dolly! ”
“ Oh, sounds affordable. I'll take it! ” Ehe , I love it when he has to make a double take to fully grasp my words!
“ ...wait a moment. Are you serious, Krisalia? Have you- oh god, have you changed your mind on my offer?! ”
“ I have, so what? ” I state, as boldly as I can. “ Because it's here that feels like home to me! Here, in your arms! And this is the place I want to stay from now on, no matter what others will think about us! And I'm sure my parents will like you anyway, since you're so smart and- wah!! ”
Wait, are you kidding me?! The thunderstorm is still going on strong despite being- wait, wait, I've lost track of time again?! What time is it?! Twelve minutes to eight pm?!? But I'll never get back to my apartment in time, if I don't catch the bus to Hongdae in twelve minutes- waaaaaaaait, Krisalia, hold your horses! You brought a backpack full of bare necessities because you decided to stay here for the night beforehand, did you forget about that already?! Girl, how did you manage to graduate if you're so forgetful?!?
Huh? Why I'm being lifted in Joonie's arms, princess style??
“ Easy there, Krisalia. Were you panicking about being late for the bus again, right after saying how much you'd prefer to stay here? My faithful student doesn't fall for this easily avoidable pitfalls of logic, do you? ”
“ Uhm… y-yes, professor, that was... ”
“ I know exactly what you need to make up your mind: a hot shower. With me. ”
... oh. Someone here is ready for a second helping, are we? Ah, his breath is fanning my ear so sweetly…
“ Though, dolly, I can't assure you it will get you any cleaner… and you know the worst part of it? It might become a habit of mine, now that we're living under the same roof. ”
“ Sounds fine to me, professor. ”
Sounds fine to me, love of my life.