I should have never mentioned squish.

My eyes shifted uncomfortably to and from different parts of Yixing's face while my lips stayed sealed, the key belonging to them thrown out of the window.
His fingers were placed on the small inch of skin that was exposed between were my pants hung low on my hips and where my shirt ended. The desire to gulp inside me grew, my lips were aching to voice the words that were already quietly humming through my mind as his anticipation grew, patience almost lost.

"Cat got your tongue?" He cocked one of his eyebrows up, a dark, husky tone bringing his words across as I kept on staring at him. "Do you need more time to think? Inspiration?"

I unconsciously curled my fingers around his shoulders, making the smirk on the corner of his lips intensify gradually. My body became weaker due to the growing effect of the alcohol, slowly giving in and leaning against him until my entire torso almost collided with his.

When he parted his lips and wetted them with the tip of his lustful tongue, the car came to a sudden halt, making my entire body fall back and then abruptly forward in a matter of seconds. If I hadn't duck my head down, my lips would have surely landed on his cherry own instead of the cold skin of his neck— to be quite honest I didn't know what I would have liked more.

A slight gasp escaped through his parted lips as the faint noise of the partition being rolled down filled the heart throbbing silence, ceasing the awkward situation and rescuing me from stuttered explanations. I simply hid my face in the crook of his neck, escaping from the even more embarrassing situation of facing the driver of the cab in such a suggestive position on Yixing's lap.

"We're here, fifteen thousand won please." The drivers voice was calm considering that two people were sitting in such a position in the backseat of his car, one of them not even secured by a seatbelt.

Yixing surely liked to break the rules.

He gave the driver the money quickly before opening the door to our left with an energetic push, staring at my face as I did not even budge a single inch on his muscular thighs. God, I could almost feel every edge and curve of them even through the material of his jeans.

"Goodnight." The driver signaled his farewell, letting the partition slowly roll down between the two parts of the car to leave us in silence again.

"You're..not taking this cab home?" I vocalized my irritated thoughts after seconds, they fell from my nervously trembling lips and barely sounded in the small space between our faces.

His hands found their way back to my hips. "I said I'm bringing you home. Moreover you did not fulfill my request, am I right?" He tilted his head to the side, giving me a lopsided grin before his teeth sunk into his lower lip. "Should I carry you inside as well?"

"No!" Coughing out my words, I stemmed my hands against his firm and broad chest before swinging my legs back, palpating them surface with my boots. I was determinate to keep my gaze averted from his, therefore let my eyes shyly drop to my feet as I stood right next to the opened door of the car, my hands already missing the strong feeling of his chest.

He gracefully threw his long limbs over the car seat until the soles of his shoes found the concrete ground underneath the car. His hands held the edge of the seat as he pushed himself out of it while my petite body that was motionlessly waiting for his to exit the vehicle.

He nonchalantly pushed the car door into its lock, which closed and locked shut just a second after his arm swung towards it. Throughout the entire process he kept his eyes glued to my face, which I could only perceive from my peripheral vision. My eyes were still glued to the ground.

"Come on." The arm that previously pressed against the car window to close the door now slung itself sneakily around my waist, his hand resting comfortably above my hip. "On which floor do you live? If your feet feel tired you should reconsider my suggestions to carry you." He eyed my face from the side, a faint chuckle hidden in his words.

"I'm fine, I live on the first floor." My feet started to make their way towards the small porch that took one to the main door of the complex, his body closely following behind without his grip around me loosening even once. I shivered once again. Thanks to the short loss of bodily contact my body had felt cold, whereas it was previously covered with almost sweltering heat due to Yixing. The fact that only his arm was touching my body made me inwardly sigh a few times, the cold night breeze refreshing my skin unpleasantly.

My hands nervously rummaged through the pockets of my jacket in search of the keys to the main door and my apartment. As I felt my fingers brush against cold metal, a rush of relief washed through my face, reminding myself I'd be in warmth very soon. I found the key hole hastily and unlocked the first obstacle with little effort, Yixing eventually pushed the door open while his arm remained on its position on my body.

Stepping closer to my flat through the small corridor and climbing up the few stairs, made the excitement and simultaneous fear in my body flourish quicker than I could have imagined. The range of phenomena my body experienced reached from hypothermia to hyperthermia and every little aspect of shivers and drops of sweat in between. The sole person that could be taken responsible for this roller coaster inside of me was calmly leaning against the wall next to the door as I struggled to push the key inside.

"Need help with that?"

As I heard his words echo through my mind, the key suddenly slid into its hole before I could perfectly turn it to the right. The small click made him raise his eyebrow in surprise, eyeing my hand fumbling with the metal piece in between them.

"I guess not." My words were quiet as I pushed the door open, revealing the narrow hallway, the salon of my apartment and a flowery smell of air refreshener that he seemed to notice almost immediately as he scrunched his nose.

His steps were slow, determined as he walked after me inside into the dark, body radiating hot waves onto my back as I placed my keys onto the small shelf at the rightmost wall of the corridor. I turned around on my heels to face him, my eyes scanning his body that leisurely leaned against the wall and already studied every detail of the entry area.

"You brought me home." I emphasized what he had stressed before, my eyes shifting over to door that was opened just an inch. "Thank you a lot, for the entire evening and such." I stumbled slightly and hit the doorframe with my shoulder, earning a small grin from the guy in front of me.

He took a step closer, still leaning against the wall. "Do you want me to go already?" He pouted as his hand reached out to clasp my wrist between his slender fingers—even though he seemed to try his best to be adorable, one could still detect the mischief that tugged at his lips. "But I just came inside, don't you want to give me a little tour through your flat? You can think of a name for me in the meantime."

"Do you think this is a good idea?" My wrist twitched in his hand as I gulped.

He leaned his face closer to mine in an instant. "Why not?"

"I-I am not sure if.." My lips stayed fallen agape during my futile search for suitable words inside the void in my mind. "I-"

Allure and sex appeal came in many shapes and sizes, but Yixing seemed to be the sheer embodiment of the two terms. There was no other word to describe the lissom way his both hands came to hold my hands to pull me towards himself abruptly, making a pirouette while his hands wandered down to my hips where they've felt the best. With this hands on my body he harshly pushed me against the door that finally closed shut as my back collided with the hard, wooden surface of it, making me gasp loudly. My head fell back and crashed against it with a strong impact, making me close my eyes for a split second in that pain engulfed my entire skull.

When I opened my eyes again, his were merely a few inches away. I could have figured how close he had come, considering his body was basically pressed against mine, agonizing me with every of his slightest moves. Friction built between our bodies as he tilted his head lower, observing my face closely as I flinched back with scrunched eyebrows. My attempt to escape from him was futile, even when I tried to press my neck closer to the door or turn my face to the side he managed to get a hold of my jaw in order to make me face him reluctantly.

"Should I give you some inspiration for a name?" He growled deeply as our eyes locked, and for the first time I was more than just thrilled as I detected the dark lust glazed over them. "How about I give you one first? Would you like that?"

There were no words that I could voice, not even a simple yes or no could be produced this very moment.

"I asked you a question." He tilted my jaw slightly upwards, making me groan due to the hint of pain that his hand forced onto my body. I should have been frightened, fearing my own end, sweating from nervousness, but the only thing that was to flow through my body was pure thrill. "Answer me."

"Yes." I lacked oxygen, he should have noticed by the way my voice cracked at the easiest words. "Give me a name, Yixing."

His usual, sly cackle filled the silence that reigned us for just a few seconds of temptation. "She can speak." He bit his lower lip, looking at my widened eyes. "How about my kitten finally decides to give me a name as well? Can that pretty mouth of yours do that for me?"

My knees almost gave in as I comprehended his questions, asked with so much sexiness in his eyes that I wanted to suffocate on it. I placed my hands flat against the door as I felt my body dive into a hot pool, our eye contact remaining steady. There was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, undefinable, indescribable and yet it was expressing more than any words could ever say.

My mouth fell agape. I was turned on by Zhang Yixing.

"You can touch me, it's fine." His hands finally detached from my jaw and instead came to embrace with mine, before placing them flat against his firm chest. "Feel me, shape me if it will help you with finding a sweet name for me, kitten."

What made me oblige with so much delight, my eyes glued to the curves of his body? Seriously, I could not answer myself that question. My hands were roaming his torso slowly and cautiously, my eyes drifting to his from time to time as if to ask for permission to let them flow lower on his abdomen that clenched with every of my touches.

"You can proceed your studies on my body this time." He leaned his lips dangerously close to my ear, whispering almost inaudibly as my hands continued their motion over his body. "Real life practice should be valued more in my opinion."

"Should I?" I was so careless and hazed by his words by that point that I did not recognize my own voice, actions or allure.

He chuckled lowly and rich when my fingertips brushed against the area below his navel, they were aching to feel his skin underneath my own as I let them descend lower and further into the dangerous, erogenous zone.

"I bet studies at college did not include this much private practice, huh?" His eyes skimmed up and down my body, remaining on my face as he finally grasped how close and intimate our position was at that time. "I bet you would have loved to experience as well, but that's what I'm here for right?"

I would have chuckled if I hadn't been so immersed in feeling every curve and edge of his perfectly shaped body underneath the thin layer of clothing in between it and my fingers. I was screaming internally as if falling off a cliff for seconds, moments, minutes in which I actually was only being driven into lunacy by his presence.

"Yes—" A word was stuck in my head, but Yixing's finger that pushed itself against my lips prevented me from further speaking.

He asked, "Were you a good or a bad student Jiye?", while scanning my face in a slow manner for any kind of reaction.

"I was a good student." I replied confidently, still quiet as my hands suddenly came to a halt of their journey along his torso. His fingers were softly wrapped around my wrists to cease the lust inducing movement that I've repeated countless of time, subconscious of the unwanted side effects his body paraded afterwards.

His hands finally found their way onto my waist again, the tips of his fingers digging into my clothing and skin as he peered me off the door, turning my body towards the doorframe of my bedroom right beside us. My facial features stiffened in surprise as his eyes scanned the room, which I was not facing.

"Maybe you were a good student.." He chuckled lowly as he pushed my body inside the bedroom, my eyes steadily observing his during our stumble inside.
"But, matter of fact, you're a bad good girl but yet to be a good bad girl. Admit it. "

Before I could even comprehend what he had just said or debilitate if it was honestly true or false, Yixing's hands had- harshly- pushed my entire body away from his. Despite trying my best to maintain my balance, my body surrendered to the predominant alcohol in my body and I fell backwards without anything to hold on to. Fear engulfed me for just a moment in that his previous statement was long forgotten and had vanished into oblivion, but I could heavy sigh of relief when I felt the soft cushions of my bed catch my back effortlessly.

He was standing at the edge of the bed where my legs were loosely hanging, and he stared at me with narrowed, lust filled eyes, mouth curved into a mischievous and dark feature of a smile.
"Admit it."

Why did I felt like loosing my consciousness and sanity again? Right, the fuc*ing hot statue of sex appeal towering right above the vulnerable and helpless me was the main reason why. The alcohol is what made me so vulnerable and careless in the first place, and this entire meeting in the bar encouraged me to drink. Hence, it was Jumyeon's fault. Gratitude goes out to my boss.

However, in that exact moment I seemed to have different issues as Yixing placed his palms on the bed at the sides of my shivering thighs, his body slowly to hover over my own. His feline movements drove me even crazier—if that was even possible anymore.

"I said, admit it."

"Yes—" I almost chocked out my words, considering the steadily in size increasing lump in my throat and the sudden pool of overwhelm I felt in my lower region. "Yes that's right, daddy."

How I knew I was doomed?

Maybe it was the sudden way a never-by-mankind-seen expression appeared on his handsome face. Maybe it was the way he smiled in satisfaction, prouder than when reading my article and coaxing my every single word. Maybe it was the way his body peered from mine in a matter of time I had never, ever perceived on this planet before— slow but fast at the same exact time, my mind was vast.

Perhaps I was also aware of the fact that what I had just voiced had an immense impact on him when taking his last reactions into account. He smiled at me, turned around so that his muscular back was facing me, and stomped right out of my apartment without saying another word.

The worst of all; he never returned that night.

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