Aural Sex Made Real

"Hi oppa!" Jisun bounds up to you, stopping in your path with a hop and a smile.

"Hm? Oh hi Jisun!" you reply back in the cheeriest tone you could muster. It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you were just out walking about in Gangnam, stressed and debating if you should start getting some work done today before the start of the week. Jisun clearly notices this.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, fancy running into you here," you try to make small talk, but it fails miserably.

"It's Gangnam, you can literally run into anyone here." She examines you with a critical eye before making an assessment. "You're stressed aren't you?"

"Yeah, I have a ton of work to do this week, not looking forward to it."

"Oh no! Tell you what, I do ASMR for meditation, it'll help you relax."

"Really? ASMR for meditation?"

"Yep, I can't do this week, but do you want to come over next weekend?" Jisun offers.

"Um sure, I guess that'll help after next week."

"Great, I'll see you then!" She surprises you, pulling you in for a kiss right in the middle of the crowd.

"What happened to the shy Jisun I knew?" you joke and ask as she breaks the kiss.

"Shut up, that was just to help your stress, I'll see you then!" Jisun blushes and run off, and the rest of your Sunday became much better. Through the week Jisun sends you several ASMR clips, and you find yourself listening to them at night right before you sleep. Your breathing becomes slow and regular, to the rhythm of the soft sounds of rain falling, or fingers running through sand, or strokes of a brush on parchment. You no longer ground your teeth as you slept, and you wake up every morning feeling refreshed - Jisun's ASMR was really helpful!

The weekend rolls around, and you find yourself at Jisun's apartment.

"Hey! Were the clips I sent you useful?" she asks as she welcomes you in.

"Yeah, they were great, thanks a lot!"

"Good, I'll guide this one okay? It'll be more effective." She leads you to a small quiet bedroom, inviting you to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"I'll put on an eyemask around you, okay? You need to shut out any distractions." With your consent your vision goes dark, your eyes closing automatically behind it. "Next, some airpods, and then a set of noise-cancelling headphones." Jisun places the pair of wireless earbuds in your ear before fitting a noise-cancelling headset around your ears. They were shockingly good, to the point that you could barely hear yourself speak.

You jerk your head a little when her voice suddenly comes through the earbyds. "Can you hear me?"

"Yeah,” you call out.

"Good, I can hear you, so call out to me if you need anything."

"Got it, thank you!" Jisun pats you on the shoulder, and by the lack of movement in the room you assume you are alone.

"Okay, I'll start with some flowing water." You feel the stress drain away as you imagine the flow of water, starting from somewhere, and ending somewhere. Neither source nor destination really mattering, just the flow, just the process. Maybe from a stream, or someone making a good beer pour, or into a soju cup.

The sound soon gives way to another sound, one of nails on wood, Jisun's fingers tapping on the wood rhythmically, click clack, tip tap. You can hear her turn the piece of wood in her hands, different angles and taps giving you different sounds, some sharp, some dull, some clear.

The wood tapping goes away, to be replaced by the scratch of paper on paper, Jisun's fingers running along the page of a book before turning it, the aural results of friction tingling in your ear. Next, the sound of clothes rustling, fabric rubbing against fabric.

"Oppa, do you want to try something new?" Jisun's whispers make their way through your drowsy mind.

"Um sure, a new ASMR sound?"

"In a way, just listen," Jisun tells you before going silent, only the heavy sounds of her breathing switching between your earbuds, as if she is breathing in one ear and then the other. It does nothing for you and you start to get annoyed, but thankfully it equalizes as Jisun seems to switch to a different mic, a more even distribution of sound coming through both your ears.

"Oppa, promise me you won't take off the headset or the eyemask, no matter what happens?" she asks, her voice low and breathy.

"Sure, it can't be that bad can it?" What you did not expect was how good it could be.

"Ah..." The most delicate of moans thunder into your ears, Jisun's voice huskier than ever. "I missed you oppa, I was so upset Saerom unnie didn't invite me over for your 'discipline'. Do you hear this?" A soft scratching sound replaces her voice, the sound of fabric against... something? You're not sure what, but that mystery is swiftly solved thanks to Jisun.

"You hear that oppa? My nipples are so hard for you, they're rubbing against my bra- oh wait, just my top, I'm not wearing a bra." You can hear the tease in her voice. "Are you hard for me too?"

"Yes!" you reply, and with the headphones on you can't tell if that came out as a shout, a scream, or a needy whine. Your hands go to your shorts, trying to unbutton them, but Jisun stops you.

"Keep your hands still, I'll help you with that soon, just listen to me further okay?" You nod, not even sure if Jisun can see you, but she continues, her voice worming into your ear, wrapping around your shaft like her soft hand would. "I'm pinching myself, they're so sensitive- ah!" Her cute yelp adds to her credibility. "I'm taking off my top now." More rustling. "I'm cold now, you'll warm me up later right?"

"Right, just come over and-"

"Not yet, soon. Let me take off my panties first. Oh, I'm not wearing those either, they got so wet I took them off, just my shorts then." Jisun teases you more, and your cock threatens to unbutton your shorts for you. Quick and sloppy slurping sounds flow into your ear. "Mmm this dildo doesn't feel nearly as big as you, but I guess it'll have to do." No moan comes, but the sharp intake of breath Jisun does is all too loud for you. "Fuck it feels good, I haven't had anything in here since your cock oppa, it's forcing me open, listen!"

You have no choice but to listen, and what follows is the sound of squelching wetness, the mic picking up every inch of the toy moving into her, your senses so on edge you swear you hear her wetness dripping on to the dildo. There is a burst of sound, of wetness leaking, of dildo pumping, of Jisun suddenly moaning loudly, and then it goes silent, just as suddenly as it began.

"God oppa I'm so on edge," Jisun whines into your ears, every word dripping with need. "Can I cum, let me cum and I'll come take care of you, say it please?"

"Cum for me, let me hear it!"

With a siren cry of your name Jisun orgasms, and you almost go over yourself just listening to her whine and whimper, the wet sounds of her slick gushing around the dildo letting you know just how strong her climax was. But she has more in store for you.

"Haah, that was nice. Listen to my empty pussy." You hear the squelching sound of her walls contracting around air. "It's so hungry, it needs something thick to grasp when I cum, think you can provide it?"

"Stop playing Jisun, come here and I'll fuck you." There is only silence for a while, the mic seemingly on mute, and for what seems like hours you wait for her to do or say something, your erection painfully throbbing, made all the most sensitive given the lack of other stimulation. Then suddenly a touch on your knee, and you almost launch yourself at her, finding nothing but air as you crashed on the bed.

"Be patient oppa-" Jisun’s voice admonishes you via the earbuds.

"I can't wait!"

"You will, or I leave you blue-balled and kick you out." You take a deep breath and will yourself to sit back on the bed. You hear the crinkle of a wrapper, and before you process it you hiss, feeling the uncomfortable rubber tightness of a condom being wrapped around your cock.

"Wait, why the condom, we've done it raw already," you ask, wanting to feel her raw, but you almost burst in the condom immediately when you hear Jisun's reply.

"Because oppa, I want to give you my ass."

You groan as soon as you feel the cold touch of lube on your shaft, and again you bite your lip, trying not to explode as you feel her hands stroke you, applying the lube liberally on your shaft. You hear her squeeze more lube out, a gasp leaving her lips as she applies the cold liquid to herself.

"Ready oppa?"

"I want to see you."