My Steamy Story: Hey :) Can you please write an explicit...

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on the most unhinged, wild, and low-key iconic night of my entire life. So, my boy Joong is, like, the actual prince of everything, and it’s his 18th birthday. Total main character energy, right? And I’ve been his archery teacher for, like, ever. I’m five years older, so obviously this whole crush he has on me is a big yikes, totally inappropriate. I’ve been trying to shut it down.

But then the king and queen were like, “Dunk, you’re his present.” And I’m like… present? No cap, I thought maybe a new bow or some boujee shit. SHEESH, was I wrong. Next thing I know, I’m stripped naked, bent over a giant silver platter, my hands tied behind my back, my legs forced wide open with this spreader bar, and my ass is just… up in the air, on full display. I am mortified. They cover me in whipped cream and berries, and I feel this cold, sweet jam being smeared all over my exposed hole. I am literally a human cake for my student. The vibe was beyond humiliating.

They wheel me into his chamber, and I hear his gasp. I can’t even look at him, my face is burning. He’s all, “P’Dunk… is this really you?” And I hiss back, “Untie me this instant!” But he just laughs, this low, warm sound, and says, “But you’re my present. My beautiful, sweet present.” Then I feel his lips, so soft, kissing a path down my spine. He gets to my ass and just plants a kiss right on my cream-covered cheek. I jolt, and he chuckles. “So sensitive, my teacher.”

He’s calling me pet names, teasing me about how pretty I look all laid out for him. I try to wiggle away, but the spreader bar keeps me wide open. He just gives my ass a light slap. “Behave,” he says. BEHAVE? I’m his elder! But then… oh my god. Then he spreads my cheeks apart and I feel his hot breath right on my hole. “Don’t look,” I beg, my voice shaking. He just goes, “But it’s the sweetest part of the dessert,” and then… his tongue. He licks a slow, firm stripe right over my jam-covered hole.

I gasp, my whole body seizing up. It’s so scandalous! I try to clench shut, but he holds me open. “Your hole is clenching for me, P’,” he murmurs against my skin, and then he does it. He pushes his tongue inside me. I cry out, a broken little sound. He’s fucking me with his tongue, and my body is betraying me, pushing back against him, my cock getting hard against the cold tray. He pulls back, breathless. “See? You love it. Don’t pretend you don’t.”

He works me over with his tongue and fingers, driving me insane, whispering about how pretty and pink I am for him. I’m begging him to stop, but my body is screaming for more. And then I just… break. I cum harder than I ever have in my life, shaking and moaning into the platter, utterly humiliated. As I’m lying there a ruined, sticky mess, he unties me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses my forehead. “I love you, P’Dunk,” he whispers. And for a second, I forget I’m supposed to be the teacher. I just melt.