Hyunjin had heard the word muse before, but he thought it was something only the greats had. As in people who were born gifted. Who would look at the most ordinary things and manage to scrape an entire creative work from it? That was why they were so great after all, weren’t they?
The moment he realized he had his personal muse was when he caught himself doodling your name on his papers during a lecture.
The greats were that great for a reason. There had to be someone like you in their life to inspire the heck out of them. Someone they thought about day and night, even in their dreams, even when they were right next to them maybe.
There was something about the way you smiled that awakened something violent in Hyunjin. When you smiled at him, he felt so overwhelmed that he felt the urge to land a punch on the nearest hard surface for some reason. Your eyes… Your deep, deep eyes that were constantly whispering him secrets… Your lips he could spend hours kissing… Or just listen to words spill from them. There was always a tinge of that powdery essence in your wind when you walked by. It was fucking powder, for fuck’s sake, why did that suddenly become the world’s most seductive scent for him? Why was your skin that warm to the touch every time he was close to you? Why was your voice the most titillating thing that had ever landed on his ears? Why? Why? Why?
Hyunjin… Call me darling again.
Drowned in his thoughts, he suddenly found himself raising his hand to attract his professor’s attention.
“May I be excused, please? I feel very queasy.”
The second Hyunjin left the lecture hall, he made a run for the restrooms at the end of the corridor. He might have sold it to his professor because he was excessively sweating and heavily breathing, but the matter of the fact was…
He stormed in and punched each door open to confirm they were all indeed empty. Then he threw himself into one, dropped his slacks, and started stroking himself just like the way you taught him.
“Oh, Jesus fucking—!”
He slapped his hand over his mouth to muffle his cries of pleasure, but he wasn’t able to control how vigorously he was stimulating himself. He was supposed to do this when the urges crept in, wasn’t he? He needed to know how to take care of himself, didn’t he? You told him not to fall victim to temptation, so if you didn’t want him to march back home and bend you over wherever the heck you were, he had to relieve himself right here right now. Now. Now.
You can ask your lady to do this for you, too. It’s not solely to be enjoyed when you’re alone.
“Do it for me. I want you to do it for me,” he whispered to himself with his eyes closed and started to stroke himself even more fervently, “Fucking crush me. Own me. Kill me. God!”
The more you prolong it, the better it will feel.
He slowed his ministrations down a notch and started to submerge himself in the most obscene thoughts he was having about you.
He was dying to know what his cock would feel like inside you. He just knew it was going to be the most sublime feeling in the whole entire universe. All warm and slippery around him just like you felt around his fingers. He would get your pretty cunt soaking wet in his mouth just the way you liked it, but you would still struggle to take him in even after he ate your pussy three times in a row. You would tell him to please please go slow for how big he was, moaning and whimpering his name over and over again, but that would only get him even harder for you. Of course he would go slow if you asked nicely. Of course he would fuck you with very shallow thrusts. At least until you got used to how full he was making you feel inside.
But what if… What if you weren’t like that at all?
What if you told him to run you over and have his way with you, treat you as nothing more than an object of white-hot pleasure? What if you dared him to fill you up through all your holes? What if you asked to eat his cum, and what if you fucking liked it?
He had to experience you fully just once before he departed this world.
“Once. Just once. Please. Let me. I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.”
He pressed one hand on the wall against him as he came very hard. Surprisingly enough, this was Hyunjin’s most intense orgasm yet; he came even harder than when he was with you. Once he gathered his wits back again, he started questioning what the heck was different this time around. It couldn’t be because he was pleasuring himself since you were quite literally the reason he threw himself in that tiny space in the first place. Was it any better than when you made him cum? Not necessarily. This just felt… different. A good kind of different, but different nevertheless. Then he tried to picture the night he experienced his very first climax with you.
It was… very loving. Tender. Still lustful. He was aroused out of his mind in your lap as you walked him through it. If he had to pick a color for this, it would be a darker shade of hot pink. What he just experienced, on the other hand…
It was reminiscent of the night you threw him on the bed and almost ripped your dress open on top of him. The color was nowhere near anything rosy, though. It was a deep, deep, blackish shade of red. You were angry at him. You were enraged. Furious. But it was still the most passionate thing he had ever seen. Not in an amorous way maybe, but still in a vehement way. In a fiery way.
Passion was dripping off of you.
Caught up in his thoughts and trying to make sense of all these new things he was experiencing, Hyunjin walked out of that stall to splash some cold water on his face before he got another painful erection on the spot, and made his way home.
“Oh? You are quite early today, my lord,” you welcomed him in the kitchen, “Are you feeling well? You are sweating a lot.”
“Yes, I’m–I’m fine. Just dehydrated, I think. It is very hot outside,” he darted towards the copper pitcher that contained cold water.
“Are you quite sure?” you tilted your head with slight concern, “I had arranged a visit for today, but we can postpone it if you like.”
“What visit?”
“To the Lees. Her Ladyship has recently given birth to a baby boy.”
“Oh,” Hyunjin sat down at the table and filled himself another tall glass of water, “What’s the purpose of this visit exactly?”
“To give you a little taste of fatherhood, my lord,” you smiled at him brightly. Hyunjin, on the other hand, almost blacked out for an unknown reason.
It was happening again. Those thoughts were taking over him again.
“I want to ask you something,” he softly uttered.
“Yes?”
He took a moment seemingly to gather his thoughts and spoke with his eyes keenly on the cold liquid at the bottom of his glass.
“Sometimes I get this sudden rush of… feelings for you,” he briefly paused to choose his words correctly, “but they seem to be a bit different.”
“How so?” you raised your brows and encouraged him to continue.
“They are… still very affectionate but… but too affectionate. Maybe violently so,” he refused to look at you at all costs, “It’s like I… I liked it when you were… when you were…”
“Please be comfortable,” you held his hand on the table with a smile, “You are not going to offend me.”
Hyunjin glanced at your hand on his spreading your warmth all over him as if he wasn’t burning enough and finally managed to look at you.
“When you were quite rough with me. On our very first night.”
It caught you by surprise. You weren’t offended; it even stroked your ego a little bit, but it was… entertaining, so to speak, to witness how he was discovering things about himself.
“I feel very ashamed for feeling this way. It’s like there is something wrong with me,” he downed the remaining water in his glass as if trying to muster courage from it, “How do I make this stop?”
You couldn’t help your endearment over the layer of innocence coating his words. You finished the lukewarm water sitting on the table for some time, as well, and pushed your glass towards him to ask for a refill.
“It is not necessarily a bad thing to desire your lady in unconventional ways or for her to want you so,” you calmly explained, “Within the confines of your marital bed, you are free to explore pleasure together as long as there is consent.”
Hyunjin felt himself excessively tingle. He remembered the absolutely unhinged surge of thoughts infesting his imagination when he touched himself to you as though he was possessed by something.
“What do you mean by… unconventional ways?” he pushed your glass back to you.
You examined his face for a moment. He legitimately looked like he was on the very edge of his chair, dying to know the answer you were going to bestow upon him.
“Passion is a beautiful palette, my lord, never a single color. But that’s the talk of another day,” you smiled and stood up to your feet instead, “For now, I shall send word to the Lees that we will be visiting tomorrow instead.”
Another day, Hyunjin thought to himself as you left your powdery breeze behind you, Of course, another day. If I can survive myself.
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