"Well, let's get started on the lesson," I smiled, standing up once more.

"Okay!" He agreed, smiling in contentment.

I took off his leather jacket and threw it into the sofa. My lips inched closer to his, he stood their frozen, unsure of what to do.

"Follow my movements," I whispered seductively into his ear, only to greet him into a deep, passionate kiss.

He got used to the kiss and slowly started moulding his lips into mine, then he suddenly skilfully swiped his tongue against my bottom lip. I kept my mouth shut and smirked against his lips, I need to let him experience all possibilities. All of a sudden it was like he knew everything. His hand slowly slipped under my shirt and he started fondling with my breasts, making me gasp at his sudden knowledge. Obviously he took this opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, only to start a war of domination between both our wet muscles. He won, clearly. His prize, having the permission to explore every inch and centimetre of my mouth, not leaving anywhere untouched.

We both parted ways, for our urge to breath some silent, fresh air. He looked at my lips, then at my eyes, a small smirk forming on his face.

"You are a good teacher," he grinned, "teach me more."

I sneered and went straight to take of his white t-shirt, only to expose his gorgeous, chiseled abs. Utterly toned abdomen, v-line and abs, the extrodinary sight was a guilty turn-on for me. He did the same to me, except, I had no abs to show, just a womanly toned stomach and some other woman feautures. Some that, I'm not afraid to admit, I'm pretty proud of. He smirked at the sight and went straight for the win, ripping of my bra and throwing it across the room.

"Oppa, no, that's not--" he looked up at me from examining and fiddling with my breasts and nipples.

"Why did you call me Oppa?" He asks confused.

"You'll find out," I smile.

"I have a secret to tell you!" He giggles cutely.

"What?" I reply.

He quickly unzips his pants and pulls down his boxers, releasing his throbbing dick.

"I think I already did found out," he smirks.

"Quick learner," I murmur loud enough for him to hear.

He gently grabs my hand and sits himself on the sofa, me standing infront of him. I give him a confused look. To answer my unspoken question, he leans forward and pulls down my pyjama bottoms. He sweetly gestures me to sit in his lap, I smile and oblige.

"Wait!" I say.

"What?" He asks, confused.

I sit next to him on the sofa, putting my calfs on his thighs. I grab his hand, and lay it on my stomach. He looks up at me, one eyebrow raised.

"You don't want to hurt me, now, do you?" I ask seductively.

He lowered his eyebrow back to its original place to show he got the picture, then a smirk formed on his lips, which turned me on even more. Slowly, he crawled on top of me, kissing me down my neck to my sweet spot. Each mark he left made my moans escalate louder, it was unbelievable how skilled he was for someone who wanted me to teach him. As he did so, his hand trailed down my stomach, it felt like little fishes planting tiny kisses on my skin. His thumb pressed against my clit, giving me enough pressure to moan out his name.

"Please... Tae, more~" I moaned softly, begging for the pleasure I knew was coming.

He slowly started to move his thumb in circle motions, making me crave him even more. The hunger and thirst for him to be inside me was almost unbearable. Until, he quickly slipped to fingers inside of me, pumping them at a reasonably steady pace. I continued to moan out his name, just like he continued in multi-tasking of fingering me and planting kisses all across my chest and neck. He stole glances, to see my dramatic change in pleasures expressions. I looked at his eyes which held one emotion; lust. I started to feel guilty and so roughly pushed him ontobhis back, only to crawl on top of him and bring him into an audacious, proficient and belligerent kiss.

He returned the kiss amazingly. The kisses slowly got lower and lower down his body until I reached his v-line, my finger trailed the V above his dick. He grunted.

I took in the tip of his cock, teasing him, trying to see if I could bring him to the verge of insanity. My tongue trailed it's way  along his standing dick, then back to the tip, wrapping my mouth around and swirling my tongue in repeated motions which never got old or tiring. His large, muscular hands placed themselves on the crown of my head. Pushing me down and gently back up, making me bob up and down his dick. This continued for a good minute or so. His moans becoming more incrontrollible and audible. I could feel his cock twitch and he immediately realised in my mouth, I quickly lapped all his juices up then lifted my head. Wiping the corner of my mouth. I smirked at the deed I had done.

My mind remembered what it wanted, and I obeyed its orders. I slowly sat myself on his dick. Taehyung looked at me with shock, the fact I was doing everything without any heads up shocked myself. But I liked it. And I could tell he liked it, too. I stated to ride him, my moans already at the max. But I found them managing to become louder when Taehyung started to buck his hips underneathe me, trying to make us both climax as quickly as possible. This continued until we hit the brim, over and over. I felt almost empty and that my cum was all over my sofa. But I was proved wrong when Taehyung managed to make me release continuously.

We both never got bored of the action, but the position switched up many times, I almost forgot everything. From when I met EXO all the way to how to breathe. He fucked away the thought of when me and Jungkook broke up. It made me feel blissful and happy.

"YAH! _______ FUCK!" Shouted Taehyung for the twelfth time. I did the same.

The sex stared to slow down when Taehyung lapped up my juices, and crashed down next to me on the floor. Both of us panting heavily. Staring up the ceiling.

"Wow..." we both say, shocked that both of us could actually go that far.

"Round two?" Taehyung smirks, turning to face me.

"ITS ATLEAST LIKE ROUND 106 NOT ROUND TWO!!" I shouted, playfully punching his arm.

"What about lesson two?" He asked again.

"I think you know your way round," I replied, smiling at his charms.

"That was a War of Hormones," I smirk. He turns to face me and I turn to face him. Silently.

I lay my arm across his chest and rest my head on his chest. He puts a hand on my forearm.

"Thanks for the lesson," he smiles.