Warning: Sexual content and mature language ahead. It's BisonKant here. If you don't like that, you can skip it.

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I was dragged into the room and thrown into the bed. A side of that cutie I never expected to see. But I didn't hate it. In fact, I loved it. It was strangely addictive. The hungry stares of the boy I expected to be a sweetheart, the aggression, the sweat dripping from his body, it was all so freaking addictive that I felt like I was in heaven. It made me want to tear him apart or give him the chance to tear me apart for once.

And of course, he chose the latter. As soon as the door behind him locked, he jumped on top of me, his hand working in a rush to almost tear his own clothes open, before glaring at mine. The urgency in his movements just made me pant there uselessly and do nothing because I couldn't even process how fast everything was happening.

My shirt was torn open and he immediately sat on my stomach, pressing his lips against mine. His smell, the way he knew exactly what he was doing was too intoxicating. For once, I felt like he was the one in control. And it just made me wonder what I had missed the first night.

He savored my lips for a long while until he was satisfied and I was left breathless with my lips turning purple with the lack of blood flow. His passionate lips moved to my neck, nibbling and biting through the skin of flesh. I have created a monster, a fucking vampire. And I fucking love it!

Only then did I realize, how much he was holding back on our first night. His lips worked in seducing me so perfectly that I felt like it wasn't the same person. No, there was no way that was the same person. Some type of devil had taken over him, for sure. Without realizing, moans escaped my lips as his mouth worked with the other side of my neck.

The sharpening pain of the bites only worked in arousing me even more until a thought swift through my mind. Still too taken aback by the intoxicating sting, “Do-don’t leave marks,” I managed to murmur before he looked up at me and smirked.

“I know what I'm doing. These marks won't last more than a few minutes. The long lasting ones will be at places no one else would see,” he said, his voice deep and hoarse before diving back. I didn't remember his even his voice being able to turn me on so much the last time.

I felt like I was being swallowed. Never had I realised pain could be so delicious. His hand ran down the middle curve of my chest before fixing itself on my abs on the right and squeezing lightly. His lips roamed down my chest to my nipples. The soft kiss at first to the tip made me relax until he took it in his mouth and bit tightly. Another moan escaped my lips as I threw my head back. For a few seconds, I felt like there wasn't enough space on the bed even though I was all over the huge double bed.

He kissed the nipple softly again when it stood erect in front of him. His right hand began playing with the other nipple and I let out a gasp in surprise. I was so lost in the sensation of his mouth that I didn't notice his hands. His other hand roamed upwards and landed on my lips, shutting me up. “Sshhh… phi will hear,” he murmured. Never had I ever thought that it would be Bison telling me to shut up in bed.

Bison then finally detached his mouth from my body. Even his lips were swollen. I could tell how many times he already bit his lips while looking at me. He looked up at me, his hand fixed on the hem of my pants and pulled down, not even bothering to open the zipper. A mischievous smile was evident on his face when he looked at me panting. “I meant it when I said you haven't even seen half of it,” he murmured and finally took my pants off in one go. I let him do whatever he wanted. The urge to be the one in control was long taken over by the urge to release.

Then he palmed over my clothed cock a few times. Even just that sent senses of pleasure through my spine. God, this boy's driving me crazy. Then his fingers grabbed the hem of my underwear, his middle finger digging deep enough to almost touch my cock, teasing. Precum had stained the front of the underwear and I was rock hard. But he didn't pull the only cloth on my body down. Instead, his fingers kept teasing around the area.

I looked up at him, clearly annoyed. How was he not losing his shit now? His pants were off as well. But he didn't even seem half as hard as me. I thought I had experience. But it seemed like he was even more experienced than me.

Finally, he tugged at the piece of fabric and got it off of my suffocated member. For the first time, I felt the tension lessen and could finally relax so I closed my eyes. But when I opened it, he was standing in front of me, completely naked from head to toe.

I hadn't got to pay attention to his body before because I had thought it would just be another one night stand and end there. Who would've known that I would get so addicted to a simple boy's appearance? My lips felt dry suddenly so I licked it and he came forward.

As Bison climbed on top of me, he pushed me towards a pillow in the back. I silently obeyed. I threw my head on the pillow when he captured my lips with his again. I was, once again, not prepared, when his hand roamed to grab my throbbing member, a soft gasp escaped through my lips into the kiss and he smiled, not stopping the kiss while thumping his hand up and down a few times. My lips fell apart with the overwhelming sensation, giving him the chance to explore with his tongue. I felt a surge of a weird feeling in my stomach. Damn, he's good.

His hand stopped but his lips and tongue continued to explore every single corner of my mouth as his hand clumped up and pulled open the bedside drawer, taking out a bottle of lubricant and a condom. He placed them on the table before separating from my face to sit on my belly. “Did I satisfy you enough that night?” He asked.

My eyebrow raised. “So eager, aren't you?” I asked back. He rolled over from over my stomach and sat down on the bed. Instead of answering, I looked up at the ceiling and spread my legs to invite him.

I looked back at him smirking but before I could process, I felt his middle finger, coated with lube, circling my entrance. My body tensed up only a bit in realization. It had been years since I had bottomed for someone.

I felt a finger slowly enter inside. My breathing normalled as I tried to relax. Bison most likely saw the discomfort and climbed on top of me again, covering my lips again with his almost bleeding lips. And it worked in distracting me as he slowly began thrusting the finger. After his long finger hit that one spot once, I felt my whole body shiver and he did too. He stopped his finger and squeezed in another. The burning sensation begun but both fingers made it easier to get used to the sensation.

Once three fingers could easily fit in, he pulled them out. “Kant?” He asked out.

I looked up at him as he positioned himself in between my legs and slowly began pushing inside. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured. I could no longer respond besides just groaning as he kept pushing until he was totally settled in.

“You're insufferable,” I managed to murmur back. He didn't reply. He began thrusting, creating a slow pace. It was hurting as it had been a long time but the pleasure was so much more. His hips moved with a certain rhythm.

“How do you manage to do this? Getting me impatient without doing anything?” Bison kept speaking, while his hips snapped with quick enough rhythm. Little whimpers came out of my lips but I was biting them hard enough to suppress them. I should have known he was someone to never shut up in bed.

“You're the one inside me,” I spoke out, barely being able to say it out loud but he heard it.

“But you're the one who made me want this.” He slowed down before pushing deep enough that I could feel it in my stomach. My moan couldn't be suppressed when it finally let out and he smirked. “It feels so good,” he said again. “You're making me think I didn't feel as good that night.”

I threw my head back. The thrust of his hips had slowed down but he began pushing deeper. I could point out the moment he stopped chasing after his own orgasm and focused more on mine. My eyes rolled back as I felt that same surge of pleasure build up in my stomach. “Ca- can you shut up for a goddamn minute?” I managed to ask out when he pulled out and pushed back in with enough force to drive me wild.

He smirked, the sweat on his forehead clearly visible, dripping onto my body. “Close. So close,” I didn't even know when I was talking as well. But it just came out instinctively and he stopped. I let out a groan in annoyance and he began thrusting again. This time, not stopping until my body was trembling from the aftermath.

But he continued and I let him, until his semen filled the plastic wrapped around him. He finally pulled out. The last moan he let out during the orgasm was too errotic yet he kept it down enough for it to not go beyond that room.

I laid back on the bed. The stamina that boy had! He looked like a kid and yet he was able to tear someone like me apart.

(Smut end)

I was too tired to get dressed when I suddenly felt his arms wrap beyond my waist, caressing the tattoos on my arm. “You okay?” He asked, his eyes roaming to the tattoos. “These tattoos are so damn hot,” he murmured, his fingers tracing each line of the tattoos.

“Who are you?” I asked, teasingly. I truly didn't recognize that that boy was the one I followed after. There was no way.

He giggled and turned towards me. “What you saw today was just half of me. The other half is still in the closet,” he muttered.

A small smirk took over my face. “And what do I need to do to unlock the other half?”

“Don't know. No one has ever seen even half of me,” he replied.

Did that mean he had never ever gotten this close to anyone?

“Haven’t you ever dated?” I asked, curiosity peaking as I looked at him through crooked eyebrows.

“Never. I've never even slept with someone more than once,” he explained.

“Why?”

He laughed again. “Have you looked at Fadel?” He asked.

“He doesn't let you date?” My eyebrows crooked again.

“Yeah, he's just possessive like that,” he replied.

“How old are you?”

“23, about to turn 24.”

I couldn't help but chuckle. “You're an adult. Don't you think that's too much?”

He shrugged and stepped aside, letting go of my body. “We should get dressed. Don't want him to get suspicious,” he shouted out to me while putting his pants on.

“Doesn't he know that we're here?”

“He does. But he thinks we're probably chatting. He's not as smart as he looks. I can convince him that there's nothing between us.”

I chuckled again. But a question roamed in my head slowly. “Then what is it between us?” I asked out.

He seemed to be thinking for a second. “I actually do like you. But that depends on you. We can go out,” he replied, shrugging.

“So we'll have to date…secretly?” I asked, followed by a sigh. I really did want to date Bison. But keeping it a secret would be hard. Bison would be someone to bring flavors into my boring life.

“Yeah. You can't tell Style either though. He has a big mouth. It'd reach the whole world in no time,” I sighed again and nodded.

To Be Continued.....

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A/n: Just wanted to experiment a bit with their characters since we don't know them yet.

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