I don't like the way that women are still advertised to think of certain foods as "a naughty little treat". You know the ones- chocolate. Chocolate's not naughty. Eat it! Chocolate's only naughty if you've beaten somebody to death with a foot-long Toblerone.
This is pretty much based on my dream 2-3 days ago lmao… he isn’t even my bias but I dream about him often. I hope y’all like this ♥ Admin Ayu~
Even a day ago you hated your tutor, Jung Jaehyun, with
passion. But at that very moment, you were straddling him and chasing his lips
as he teased you with a proud smirk on his face.
Your history tutor, one you didn’t need, was the
one you hated the most. You both shared a very intense relation of exchanging
livid gazes and comebacks. He thought of you as a cantankerous 18-year-old, and
all you could make out of his persona was a proud and ignorant 19-year-old.
Both of you were very aware of the fact that you both hated each other. And you
somehow suddenly felt bad that you hadn’t gotten along with him like your best friend,
who had had him as a tutor prior to your needs.
“If you really feel bad about having hurt a tutor
as nice as eloquent as him, it’s his 20th birthday this Friday; you
could give him a toblerone. He loves toblerone!”
Your single ass had forgotten that that
Friday was the day lovers united with more emotion and grandeur up their
sleeves to quench their thirst and make the 14th day of February very
worthwhile, as if the other days weren’t so.
You never really tried to make sense out of the
Valentine’s Day. But then as you felt his hardened length against your clothed
heat, his heartbeat against your palm, and opted to suck oh his Adam’s apple
instead; the day just seemed very worthwhile to you for the first time in 18
years of your life.
He let out a breathy chuckle as he tried his
earnest best to not let his voice quiver. Your lips and the tip of your tongue
slid down the side of his neck causing him to tighten his grip on your
hip, “You seem pretty skilled, I must say.”
You felt your neck heat up as you reflected upon
how he complimented your inexperienced kisses, bites, and sucks.
You sucked your way up to his ear to harshly bite
on his earlobe, a groan leaving his lips, “Just so you know,” you
whispered, making sure your warm breath ran across his ear, “I hate you.”
“I hate you, too.” he replied instantly, though his
voice held no distaste toward you.
Had he not assumed the toblerone was a Valentine’s
present, you wouldn’t be making out with the hottest man you had ever laid eyes
on. You were thankful, somewhat. You did hate him even then, but you couldn’t
deny the fact that his hands meeting your raw skin drove your mind to a unique
sense of euphoria. Oh, his hands were just on your skin and you had not the
slightest courage to imagine how much his hand cupping your wet mound could
‘I’d rather not.’, you thought to
yourself as you brought your face up from the crook of your neck to kiss him in
the mouth, before he stopped you by gently placing his hand over your lips. You
frowned at him, he had not been letting you kiss him for a while then, and one
or two sloppy kisses you two had shared at the beginning of this very
fascinating and heavenly makeout session didn’t really allow you to feel the
total bliss your lips were craving for.
“Take your tongue out.” his voice was husky and
deep and low, so low that the junction between your legs almost squirted out
You fluttered your eyes closed and hesitantly
brought the wet appendage that had lapped against his even a while ago out,
feeling it shudder witj embarrassment and subtle guilt.
Jaehyun was good at everything, but he was excellent at
sucking your tongue. Your throat produced moans and cries they had never done,
and you had no clue that someone as restrained and vocally-inept as you during
heated hours could make such lewd, explicit sounds.
Jaehyun hummed as the tip of your tongue touched
the back of his mouth, sucking you as if your tongue was coated with sugar and
honey. Well, you did have honey milk tea earlier for your cold, thank God.
You lightly patted on his chest to stop, and he did
so. He was a gentleman who never pushed the buttons without a woman’s
You slightly lifted your hip and your hands slowly
approached his cock. He was staring at your face, taking all your features in
as he audibly gulped. You didn’t want to keep him waiting anymore. You removed
yourself completely and kneeled down before him. Unzipping his pants you
prepared yourself, and prayed to God that Jaehyun also did so, for the best
head you could ever give and he had ever received.
“Ah-choo!” he sneezed for the umpteenth time
as he tried to teach you the lesson he was supposed to the previous day, which
was abruptly interrupted by your very intense makeout session. None of you were
“Poor Jaehyun…” you teased, a smirk making its
way to your lips.
“Just let me get well, we’re alone at my place 4
days a week anyway.”