Wang Yibo is definitely drunk. No big surprise there. His eyes just shows how drunk he is. He slowly looks up at me, his gaze making me wait patiently for him to recognize me. "You know me, don't you?" I tease him.

His gaze travels from up and down, taking in everything of mine. This shouldn't make me feel uneasy. What is wrong with me? I start moving my hands, feeling uncomfortable with his unwavering gaze. 

"You are Xiao Zhan, my bench mate," so he talks, but his tone is so coquettish. A big surprise there. I look at him properly. His eyes which I just noticed to be light blue color, his hair just long enough to style it with a cool look or a hot look, his lips though thin on closer inspection seems plump enough, his nose is just perfect. Everything in his face is perfect. I have never had an ideal type before, but if they ask me now, I will probably tell his name.

"Oh, so you do know me," I mock at him coming back to my senses. I take a step forward to sit, when at the same time he stands up, staggers and fall on my shoulders without balance. Now that I look at his dress, a normal white tee with a black ripped jeans and a simple chain on his neck, he looks rather hot. 

Zhan ah this is not the time. Focus, Focus.

I help him to stand properly, but I think he is too wasted to stand. I sigh, I would rather enjoy my night than babysitting him. Should I just leave him here and pretend I don't know him? That thought, though it is evil I very much like it.

"Take me...home," he whispers and any idea my evil brain is creating all vanished. "Address?" I ask him, he is rather light so I don't feel much of a burden in holding him. I wait for him to answer and just as I thought he is asleep he whispers again, "Home".

I don't understand, but I didn't bother him anymore. Talking to a wasted guy is waste of time. 

I book a taxi, put him and myself in it and take him to my home. There is nothing wrong in it. I am his classmate and I am helping him. That is it. Nothing else. I calm my erratically beating heart, either from the exercise I did in carrying him to the cab or from nervousness in taking him home. 

Though I like boys, I don't like just anyone because they have looks. There are very few people who can make me nervous, but this guy steals the first place. He looks like a baby as he sleeps, his lips pouting without his knowledge. He does talk sometime in his sleep, but I didn't bother listening to it. For one, I can't understand it and two, it seems personal.

The longer I stare at him, the greater I see details on him. Even his collarbone is perfect.

Zhan, snap out of it. Please. Thank you.

I distract myself by playing games in my phone. In 5 mins we reach my home. I pay the driver and walk in to my house with Yibo hanging on my shoulders. I thought of giving him a piggyback ride, but he don't deserve that much respect from me. Helping is already a great deal. I removed my shoes and was about to tell Yibo to remove his, but something happened in a flash.

I am sandwiched between Yibo and the wall. I don't know how his arms are so strong for his lean body, but he holds my hand tightly above my head. Does he think he is in a girls house?

"Yibo," I breathlessly call out to him. Even though I don't just fall for anyone, I have my needs and Yibo isn't helping me at all. "Do you know who am I?" I call out to him once again. He nods slowly as his head falls on the crook of my neck, sniffing me up and down at the side. My breath hitches. I can't move and I am not sure whether I am trying to. 

"Yibo, stop. You are wasted," I tell him urgently as I can feel a shift down there. If he doesn't stop, it might lead to something which he will regret for sure. Wasn't he sleeping all this while? How come he is so awake now?

"Shh. Don't talk to much," he whispers as he bites the junction where my neck meets the shoulder. I groan involuntarily, biting my lips and clenching my fists tightly. I can push him away with a struggle, I very much know that, but for some unknown reasons I don't want to push him away. 

And see, my neck already tilted enough to give him enough access. He didn't waste my effort, he left feather like kisses all over my neck and few bites here and there. I feel his tongue when he sucks hard enough to give me a dark hickey. I bite my lips, squirming in the place wanting to take the next step. I want relief and it is not gonna look good if I just find my relief with this alone. 

"Yibo please," I beg, not sure if for releasing me or for helping me release. He smirks as he looks at me sideways meeting my eyes. He is still drunk but half sober. He slowly inches his lips towards mine and I didn't stop him, letting him kiss me like all he wants. He devours my lips like a predator eating his prey after a long wait. His tongue reaches every corner of my mouth. 

I should stop him. He is drunk.

The thought vanished when his hand reaches out to touch my bulge down there. A loud moan escapes me without my consent. Shit. I groan when his hand leaves from there. Double shit. I can feel his smirk as he kisses me, not letting me go for a sec to breathe. "Lets go inside," I tell him in a whisper. I am not sure how I can still form coherent words. "Let's stop," I add unconvincingly. I can take a cold shower. He shouldn't do this when he is drunk. 

He drags me to the living room and pushes me on the sofa. I am not sure why I am letting him to handle me like a toy. I am only sure that I am not sure about anything. "Here is fine," he says as his gaze lands on my bulge. He then looks at my face waiting for something. Is it for my consent? When I was questioning myself, my head just gave him a nod without any thought. Is my body still under my control?

 He smirks. His hands just dive to remove my jeans and within a minute I am naked down there with just my t-shirt on, sprawled on my living room sofa. He glances at my erect dick and without any word takes it in his mouth. My back arches with pleasure as he twirls his tongue around my length to add more pleasure. I clench the sofa in one hand and the floor carpet in other, preventing myself from moaning out loud. 

What the fuck am I experiencing?

I gasp when he groans with my length in his mouth, sending vibrations around there. My toes curl in reflex. My hand which was once clutching the carpet holds Yibos hair tightly. With that he lets me handle the pace and without a care I guide his head in the pace I want up and down. His hands which are on my thighs, move up and down tentatively even with the fast pace I am fucking his mouth.

 Within few minutes, with a groan from him, I cum in his mouth with a loud moan.

I am sure I fucked his mouth hard...

With energy drained totally, I lie on the sofa breathing heavily while he stares at me with an unknown gaze. He leans forward to kiss me and I didn't mind kissing him back either. "Your bedroom?" he asks.

"Upstairs," I reply.

This is actually my first smut scene. I am not even thinking whether I am writing it right or wrong. I am just gonna go with the flow😏

If there are any mistakes, please do tell me and if I can change it, I will definitely change it🤗