Summary: You needed someone to tutor so you wouldn’t fail your statistics class again. You didn’t expect your tutor to be so hot and give you a night you’ll never forget.
AN: Hey, you up?... sorry I lied lol here is the full story.
word count: 2,259
🎧: Say Yes by Floetry. enjoy :)
It had been a month since Kai started tutoring me. If it weren't for him, I definitely would have failed my statistics class again. It was a month of seeing him every week, 3 days a week. During those days, I learned that Kai is smart, really smart. I mean, you’d have to be to help me with stats; math was never my strong suit. I'd also be oblivious to not mention just how beautiful he was, from his head to his toes. He’s captivating in every sense of the word, and he was slowly captivating me as well. The tutoring took place at his house. What started out as sitting at opposing ends of the living room table gradually shifted into sitting side by side. Then, sooner or later, we sat at the desk in his bedroom. Side by side, the quick skim of his hands against mine soon became long, tantalizing strokes. Quick glances became long gazes as he listened to me talk about whatever was on my mind that day. His praises are sweet like honey, and I took it all in. He’d tell me things like “good girl” and “just like that, you’re doing great”. He was watching me as much as I was watching him. And soon enough, his subtle hints became loud and egregious.
This particular day, Kai went to get me a snack from the kitchen while I was finishing up my practice test. He came up from behind me, putting the plate of cheese and crackers on the desk just as I finished. He leans forward to check my test, and my breathing stops. His face is an inch away from mine, and his hand slowly finds its way from the back of my chair to my shoulder. His scent engulfed me more than usual, and today he smells like vanilla and sandalwood musk. I tried not to divert my eyes from my test, not to give him even the slightest bit of acknowledgement. But I failed, I shifted my gaze a little to the left and looked at him. I let my eyes wander from his eyes, down the slope of his nose, past his plump lips, and to his neck. If I looked hard enough, I could see his pulse ever so slightly rising and falling underneath his skin. I felt like a vampire; I wanted to lick and nibble at his neck, bite down, and draw blood. The beating of my heart quickens, and I hear it in my ears. He was too close, and I was starting to panic. That’s when he shifted his gaze to me and said, "I thought you said you were bad at stats, you just want to spend time with me, don't you?” I quickly shifted my gaze away from him, feeling hot and bothered, and I let out a breathy laugh to ease my tension. “You’re going to ace your final, and when you do, we can celebrate.”
Days passed, and the semester was over. I aced my final exam and passed statistics with an A-, all thanks to Kai. I decided to thank him with a bottle of peach soju and pineapple pizza. When I arrived, he looked more casual than he usually did for our tutoring sessions. He was wearing a gray zip-up hoodie with black sweats and wasn’t wearing his glasses. His hair was damp, and he smelled like soap. He invited me in, and I set up the food on the kitchen table. For most of the night, we talked and ate and drank. It was hard to focus on the conversations at hand when his hoodie wasn’t zipped up all the way, and he wasn’t wearing anything under. When little droplets of water dripped from his hair and onto his chest, my eyes couldn’t help but follow them until they couldn’t. He would catch me staring at him, and I would quickly look away, feeling hot and nervous. Clearing my throat and then taking another shot.
He put his elbow on the table and rested his face against his hand. His face was flushed pink, and so was mine, probably. We finished the bottle of soju, but split between us both it was just enough to create a light buzz. He was looking at me very intensely, and without noticing, my fingers went straight to my necklace. “Why do you always play with your necklace when you're nervous?” he says, smiling.
“What?!, no I-” I was about to say ‘don’t’ until I realized I was doing it right then. So I resorted to making a joke. “Well, you would know that, huh?, since you pay close attention to me,” I said, smirking, but my smirk fell when he said what he said next.
“Yeah, I do”, he grabs the legs of my chair, pulling me closer to him. With his face inches away from mine, he says, “And you do too.” He grabbed my hand and subtly rubbed his thumb over the back of it. I could swear there was static in his touch; it sent an electric wave through my body, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. His gaze was low as he came in closer. He stopped right before our noses touched, our breaths were intermingling, exchanging carbon dioxide. He wanted me to close the gap between us and grant him access, so I did. At first, it was just a peck; his lips were soft, and his Chapstick tasted like vanilla. But I went back for seconds, biting his bottom lip ever so slightly before pulling away. He dragged his hand slowly up my elbow, then to my shoulder, his fingertips gliding along the side of my neck to reach their final destination. He rested his hand on my cheek, his thumb caressing my bottom lip, before pulling me into another kiss. This kiss was much more lustful, ravenous even. He kissed me like he was hungry, like he needed me—desperately.
Not breaking the kiss, I move closer to sit on his lap, straddling him. His hands dropped and found their way to my hips. Mine found their way to his hair, pulling. I tugged at his hair firmly, and to my surprise, a moan slipped past his lips and into mine. He pulled me closer to him and pressed me down onto his growing bulge, moving my hips back and forth. My head instantly shot back as moans spilled past my lips, while his went to my neck, kissing and nibbling. The friction against my clit and his teeth against my neck made my head spin. His hands grabbed at my ass, pressing me down harder against him, and my hips began to move on their own.
“Fuck, just like that.” He looked up at me, his cheeks flushed pink and his lips glistening. He looked so hot like this, under me; wanting and needy, it was a new sight to see. My fingers went to the zipper of his hoodie, slowly unzipping to reveal his torso. He followed suit and took it off, letting it drop to the ground. He watched me as I put my hands on his chest, feeling his soft skin, tracing his abs. My sweater soon followed, lying next to his hoodie. I mentally thunk myself for wearing my sexy lacey bra that pushes my breasts up just right.
“Maybe we should take this to my room”, Kai suggested, and I nodded my head in approval. When he stood up with me in his arms, my legs immediately wrapped around his waist as if it was second nature. He brought me to his room and laid me down on his messy desk, scattered with papers. He brought my legs to his right shoulder, slowly hoisting me up so he could reach under my skirt and pull off my underwear. He tossed them aside and placed himself between my thighs. The knot in my stomach from the dry humping earlier is now building in anticipation of what is about to come. My pussy is throbbing, hot, wet, and aching. He slid his finger in between my lips, then up and around my clit. At the sudden contact, I bit down on my lip, muffling any moans that were threatening to come from them.
“So wet for my already? I didn’t know I had this kind of effect on you,” he says as he took that same finger and brought it to his mouth. He sucked on his finger and released it from his mouth with a soft pop. He went down in between my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk, closer to him. He kisses down my inner thighs, each kiss close to where I really want him to be. Immediately, my back arched and my eyes shut. His tongue licked and lapped up my juices while his nose pressed against my clit. My hand instinctively went to his hair, gripping and pushing for more. He moaned into my pussy, sending vibrations through my body. He takes his time kissing, sucking, licking, poking, prodding—just devouring me. He had one arm wrapped around my thigh to steady me, and the other reached over to grab my hand. Then he interlocked our fingers, and it sent shivers through my body. Pushing me closer to the edge, until I'm shaking, my back falls, and my stomach caves in. My mouth parts, and a string of curses flies out of my lips. Everything that was pent up was released, and a wave of sweet relief washed over me. He came back up from in between me, hair disheveled, mouth and chin glistening. I giggled at the sight, and he looked at me confused. “What?” he said, eyebrow raised.
“Nothing, you just have a little something around here”. I drew a circle around my mouth with my finger.
He smirked at me, “Come here,” he said in a soft voice as he pulled me to sit up by my arms. I grabbed his neck and licked myself off of his chin and the tip of his nose. He kissed me, his hand came up to caress my cheek, and my hands went straight to his pants. I pulled at the bow he made with his drawstring and hooked a finger in his waistband, pulling it and releasing with a slap. My hands traveled up his hard and toned stomach to his chest, softly rubbing his nipples with my thumbs.
He moaned, “mmh fuck,” and became putty in my hands. With his forehead planted on my shoulder, he whispered: “You’re going to be the death of me”. Before I could reply, he swiftly unhooked my bra and took it off, throwing it aside. Now all that's left is my short skirt, which I took off before he could beat me to it. He hoisted me off the desk, turned me around, and gently pushed me back down onto it. I could hear him taking off his pants and underwear behind me. And that’s when I really started to get excited.
He pulled a condom out of the drawer of his desk, and my ears perked up at the sound of the wrapper ripping. Then I felt his tip at my entrance, there was a moment of resistance before he pushed in slowly. We both moaned upon contact. His cock stretches me out in all the right ways; it makes my toes curl. He leans over to place a kiss on my shoulder and whispers, “How do you feel?”
I reply, “So good,” which evokes a smile from him, and he begins to move. His hands are scratching at the small of my back as he thrusts his cock into me, slow and steady. My hands grip the edge of the desk, and I squeeze my thighs together to get an even better grip on him. The ink from the homework transferred onto my warm, sweaty skin, branding me with the formulas for variance and standard deviation. His strokes pick up the pace, and the pencil holder falls off the desk and spills on the floor. His hands are wrapped around my hips to cushion the desk from hitting me. Each stroke draws out a moan or a curse. Altering his position, he pulls me down with him as he sits in his desk chair. I feel him even more than before. I brace myself by putting my hands on his thighs, lifting up and down at a steady pace. He’s out of breath, and his fingers are digging into my waist. That’s definitely going to leave a bruise later, but it feels so good that I don't care. His lips on me, his big hands on my waist, and his breath hitting the back of my neck push me even closer to the edge. His moans and whimpers resonate in my ear. I wish I could hear him like this forever. His scent is like an aphrodisiac, and today he smells of lavender-vanilla soap. I’m wrapped up in him, in his embrace, in his scent, in his warmth. He’s everywhere all at once, and I’ve lost myself in him, or rather on him. And soon after, he follows suit. I feel him twitch inside me and hear his praises. He says, “Fuck baby, you’re so good,” before collapsing against my back and wrapping his arms around me. I sit there with his cock still in me as I come down from my high.
🌻. Mandioca sem tempero não traz o teu cheiro. Desafio Whim.
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♡. Notas do desafio: "Escolha um título que não precise fazer sentido" eu não sei se não faz ou faz (eu acho que não, na minha cabeça eu pensei "ah totalmente fora da casinha") e acho que cada um pode interpretar da sua maneira, eu não me prendi a coerência aqui, tipo a capa cheia de flores e o título(???) Hehhehe eu só digo que esse desafio me proporciona uma vaibe legal e e me deixa distraída, eu amo essas cores, sei q tá bem maximalista (eu só amo, fazer oq😔) vou puxar aqui os amores do meu dia a dia; menções a mandioca por loeyverie, a abóbora na mão do Soo a mercurio (queria ter posto no título mais quase pifei meus neurônios no processo, mas vem aí) ... a música mpb para entrar na vibe, o shipp e os móveis meio antigos ao karam na vibe Brasil, obg cheirosidades.
imagine... jongin had finally ended his enlistment in the military and was preparing for his first live after military.
he was tying the neck tie but it was being stubborn to the point it frustrate him. he almost threw the tie away when you walked inside his changing room.
"having trouble?" you asked, your face slightly amused by his struggle. "it's not cooperating..." he pouted and sigh.
you take the tie from his hand and carefully placed it around his neck. you usually do it for him. but seriously, somethings wrong about the day. you also can't tie his neck tie.
both of you ended laughing when you find your hands tangled up. fortunately, the director asked the stylist to tie his neck tie and save both of you from trouble.
"maybe we're both a bit nervous for your first live after military?" you smiled slightly. jongin only chuckled and pecked your cheek before going into the set.
