(Smut chapter, yay!)

"So, what'd you tell your parents?"-"Nothing? I'm 18. What do they care if I go out, it's not like I'm grounded?" I tugged my seat belt over my shoulder and hooked it into place while Mr. Fischbach began to drive. We never did discuss where we were going, and frankly, I just didn't care as long as I was there with him. Watching the sun set through the car's windshield while we drove, and smelling his sweetly intoxicating cologne just made the scene more picture perfect.

As we drove, Mr. Fischbach reached across to my lap and gently allowed his fingertips to dance across my inner and outer thigh. I didn't know what to expect from this adventure with him, but I didn't need to know. His touch left me trembling on the inside, but in a good way and it felt right. "Thank you for those pictures by the way. I didn't expect it, and it was a nice surprise." I was happy to hear he appreciate them but, they were certainly not something I wanted him to keep.

I took a grip on his hand with my own and interlocked our fingers. We had never held hands yet, and in the moment it felt more intimate than sex."I'm happy you liked them, Mr. Fischbach but I'd really appreciate if you'd delete them." - "I've already deleted them. Although my phone is never out of my possession anyway, I wouldn't want to run the risk of someone somehow seeing those." It seemed like we were on the same page, and I was grateful to know they've already been deleted.

The car fell quiet but it was in no way silent. It was like we were speaking without saying anything at all, and finding someone you can hold those kinds of 'conversations' with, it's beyond indescribable. I felt like a venerable child and every word we left unspoken was beautiful. We needed nothing else in this moment besides the gas in the car that allowed us to drive away from the world and just be together even if it were only for a few short hours.

I often wondered what Mr. Fischbach thought about the situation. I know he cares for me. However so long as things are fine between us, I see no reason why we couldn't officially make ourselves a couple. Even if it had to be secret, at least for now. 'Maybe labeling a relationship isn't a big deal to him, but it is for me. We're already seeing each other in secret anyway. How could making it official make it any different?'

Almost as if he knew my thoughts were beginning to get to me, he ran his thumb around the outside of my hand in a circular motion. I looked down at our intertwined hands and then looked up at him with a smile. He took his eyes off the road for a few seconds to return my gaze and having our eyes lock for that moment, it was like I was floating on a cloud. 'How can something be so wrong and yet feel so right?'

Living in the suburbs of Los Angeles it wasn't unusual to find streets I had never heard of before. After all the city itself is huge. As we continued to venture onto these unknown roads, curiosity got the best of me. "We seem like an awfully long way from your house, Sir. Where are we going?"-"Remember the other day when I said it wasn't all about sex. Well, as fantastic as sex is, and as enticing as it sounds after seeing those pictures from earlier that's not the plan. Instead, I have something I want to show you." Again my curiosity began to eat away at me. Both because I was wondering what he may have to show me and also as to where we were heading.

The more turns we made onto unknown streets the more lost I became and admittedly I was beginning to panic. I wasn't thrilled about having no idea where I was, or where we were going to end up. Eventually, the car slowed down coming to a complete stop at a dead end. Mr. Fischbach turned off the ignition and turned to me, with a small grin. "What are you looking at sir?" He began to sigh and then smiled even wider. "You're absolutely beautiful, you know that."

As perfect as that moment was, that's exactly what it was- a moment and then it was gone. Now not only was I completely attracted to absolutely everything about this man, I was smitten. So smitten it'd be an appropriate statement to say I was like putty in his hands. This was a completely different side of him I had never seen. He was gentle and sweet. My heart felt warm, and it seemed as if I were dreaming. The feeling was utterly indescribable, and it lit a spark in me. Something I wasn't used to but wanted more of. 'Am I beginning to fall for him already?'

Eventually, our eye contact broke, and he tore off his seat belt. Opening the door he stepped out and slammed it behind him beginning to head closer to the dead end sign, without saying a single thing to me. I was confused as all hell, but the mystery was intriguing. I gently opened my door, closing it behind me when I got out and followed him to the sign. We seemed to be on a bit of a hill, and all below us was nothing but trees, at least for a good mile.

"So, this is what you wanted to show me?" If this was it, I wasn't all too impressed, and if anything, I was rather perplexed. "No," he whispered in a hushed tone as he extended his hand out to me, "but you trust me, right?" I let an uncontrollable smile line my face and gently nodded my head to him, placing my hand in his. Skin on skin, he carefully lead me down a small trail, down the hill and into the vast surrounding of trees.

At this point, it was beginning to get dark, and I clung to Mr. Fischbach like velcro. Normally traveling through a dark forest like area wasn't something I'd do but I felt safe. "So if we're not out here just for sex, what exactly are we doing here, Mr. Fischbach?" Our hands broke apart, and he left my side for a second, to bend over at the base of a nearby tree. He didn't answer me but instead swiped some leaves and branches away from the trunk to reveal a hole at the base. "You'll see in a minute."

I stood back and watched as he struggled to retrieve something out of this hole. After a few seconds, again he rose to his feet. Swinging what looked to be a burlap sack over his shoulder, he took my hand once again and began leading me further into the trees. As impatient as I was getting, I didn't feel the need to pry him for answers any longer. I trusted him, and judging by the way he was acting this was going to be one hell of a surprise.

"You don't have to call me Mr. Fischbach. I mean, you would in class but when it's just you and me, you can call me Mark if you wish. Although that comes with one condition. You still have to refer to be as Sir from time to time." Again, this was a side of him I had never seen. He was breaking down the student/teacher barrier by allowing me to call him by his given name. On one hand, I liked calling him Mr. Fischbach because of the taboo nature of our situation. However, on the other hand, I thought using first names would allow our 'relationship' to be even more intimate. I didn't say anything, but instead shyly hung my head, and began smiling to myself.

Mr. Fischbach made me stop dead in my tracks when he stopped by gently tugging on my hand preventing me from going any farther. "We're here. Close your eyes." Giddy with excitement, I obliged by closing my eyes, still keeping my head hung. He then began to blindly lead me through some smaller trees that had grown tightly together, and then we stopped again. "Open your eyes," he whispered into my ear as his warm breath ran across the length of my neck leaving me with chills.

I perked my head upright and opened them, and I was in complete awe of what I saw. It was a secluded creek, running into a pond. Of course, I had seen something similar before but tonight, it was different. The clear night sky left the moon completely visible. Watching the moon's reflection ripple off the gentle current was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was so serene. It was like our own private getaway and it was absolutely beautiful.

I came to when I heard a rustling sound that startled me. I turned around to find Mr. Fischbach rummaging through his bag, and finally pulling out a blanket, laying it over a small bed of grass. "So, I see you had this planned" I teased, approaching him. He keeled down onto the blanket and took a seat before taking my hand and dragging me down beside him. "Not exactly. I just come here to get away. This is where I do most of my thinking, or writing and I don't know why but I felt like sharing it with you."

I was completely flattered and thankful that he did. This was something I've wanted for a while. I felt like I was beginning to break down his walls to the point where I could get to know him on a more personal level. 'Maybe there is still hope for a relationship after all.' Mr. Fischbach again began to go through his bag and pulled out the remaining contents.

"See this just shows how often I do this. I got my blanket, a battery operated lantern, bug repellent, a pen and finally my notebook. When I have something on my mind that's all I really need." Not that I found anything funny, but I let out a bit of a giggle anyway as I watched Mr. Fischbach set up the lantern, just off to the side of the blanket.

He looked down at his watch and then up to me and all either of us seemed to be able to do was smile. "Well (Y/N,) the night is still young. Do you have a curfew?" Although I still lived at home, I didn't have a curfew. So long as I was still able to get myself up and off to school in the morning, my parents didn't really care how late I stayed out. "No," I purred scooting over to him as close as possible. I leaned my head onto his shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, holding me close.

We sat on the blanket, creek side watching the Moon's gentle light dance across the pond and talked for a while. We talked about life, about past love's, and about our dreams and ambitions. By the end of the conversation, I felt as if I knew just as much about him as he knew about me and I told him just about everything there was to know about me. It really only made me admire him more as a person, and appreciate the time we spend together.

It was nice to sit back and let my hair down with him for once. There was no teasing, no flirting, it was just us and the stars. The night so far had been perfect and there was only one thing that would have made it a million times better. I knew it was going to be uncomfortable but it was the best way to end a perfect night. I leaned up, gently allowing my fingertips to graze the side of his cheek, getting him to turn his head, it was then I plunged for his lips.

The kisses started off soft and sweet, but the longer our lips stayed locked the more aggressive and sloppy the kisses became. Finally, Mr. Fischbach pulled me onto his lap, allowing me to straddle him. His hands made their first move and instantly found their way under my shirt and to the back to unclip my bra. I pulled away from his lips in a desperate attempt to catch my breath, ripping my shirt off myself and allowing my bra to fall from off my shoulder. I forcefully pushed him back onto his back and forearms "Sir," I purred. He looked down at me, and I bit my lip and slid down his legs "I believe I still have a promise to keep," I cooed beginning to unzip his jeans.

He shuffled his body, as I slid his pants right down and off of him. He let out a groan of satisfaction when I managed to relief him of his restraints- his jeans. I leaned in and playfully teased him, by groping or gently nipping at the head of his member through his boxers. The more I teased him, the harder he became, and in a twisted way, I found it satisfying seeing how unbearable it was becoming for him. "I think it's time you show me those excellent blowjob skills you were talking about the other day." I playfully ignored his request, continuing to do as I pleased.

I kept up the teasing as long as I could before finally I must have pushed him too far. In one swift motion, he managed to wrap most of my hair in his tight grip and used his other hand to try and pull his boxers down as far as he could with one hand. "Didn't you get the memo last time we did this? Just like in the classroom I'm the one in charge. I said, blow me!"

I didn't even have time to react before he violently pushed my head down onto him. There was something both exciting and arousing for me about the way he treated me. I found I had always liked to be a tease, and generally be more dominate. However, his demanding tone mixed with the rough and aggressive dominance was something that could easily send me over the edge. Saying I loved it, would be an understatement.

I tightened my lips around him, and ran my tongue along the underside of his throbbing shaft, leaving a messy trail of saliva every time I bobbed my head. He would let out little noises or twitch with every new technique I tried so I could keep it interesting. Eventually, I had found a sweet spot, and his growls only became more pronounced. He repositioned his grasp around my hair and used it as leverage to yank hard. He pushed me and pulled me like a puppet, and I loved the physical intensity it brought.

Finally, he yanked me up, allowing me to come up for some desperately needed air, and before I knew it he had me on my back, pinned to the ground. Mr. Fischbach got into a kneeling position between my legs, and vigorously hiked my skirt up as high as it could go. This is the moment where I really felt myself get wet, excited and ready. My body was beginning to respond just as much as my mind.

I was pleasantly surprised when he slid my panties down my legs and off of me but yet did not immediately dive in. "You've been a good girl thus far, maybe I should reward you," he purred tracing circles with his fingertips along the outer lips of my lower region. I wanted so badly to beg him to skip the foreplay and just do me already but instead bit my tongue knowing he was in charge. I closed my eyes allowing him full access to do whatever it was he wanted with my body.

I took a deep breath in when I felt Mr. Fischbach eagerly spread my legs apart. I opened my eyes and spent this vulnerable moment looking up at the moon paying no regard to anything that he was about to do so I could keep the element of surprise. He gently ran a few fingers in between my inner and outer lips. I suppose to lube himself up and then came in for the plunge without warning.

With a few fingers inserted, swirled them around inside he used the thumb of the same hand to stimulate my clit by messily playing with it to the best of his ability in this awkward position. I experienced tingling sensations from the top of my clit to the bottom of my spine, with each movement he made. I squirmed from already being unbearable turned on and having both clit stimulation and penetration didn't help.

Finally, he removed his fingers, and instead I was greeted with the movement of warm flowing air. I peeked down to see him with his face between my legs, readying to lap up my juices. I watched as he leaned in, and started out with kisses. Lingering kisses that started at the top and inched their way down and eventually his tongue found it's way inside and began to swirl around my throbbing clit while he prepared his fingers for entry once more.

Every flick of the tongue against my sensitive bundle of nerve endings made me wince and whine. Every time his fingers slid inside created a hurricane of burning pleasure and lust. He attacked my clit with more licks, kisses, and little nibbles before sucking on it once again. Every vibration, hum, and murmur left me poor clit quivering.

Finally, he pulled away, and I was thankful he did as I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold out. I looked down as he did to see him licking his lips and staring up at me with nothing but lust and desire. "I fucking love hearing you whine like that." Again he took the kneeling position between my legs and tore his shirt up and over his head. His firmly toned body naked in the flesh was way better than trying to imagine it like last night.

He hovered his weight over me, and proceed to guide himself inside finally after at least a good 20 minutes of fantastic foreplay. I felt every inch as he entered, and I made a few movements to adjust to his size, as it wasn't something I used to just yet. Being stretched and rubbed was exactly what my body was yearning for all night.

Finally the sound of skin slapping against skin as he pumped his way in and out. At first, the thrusting started out slow, but I liked it deep and fast and I knew he did too. I began to grind my hips against every push into signify I wanted it deeper, to which he responded with exactly that. Even though I was simply laying on my back, with my legs spread apart I was surprisingly at an incredible angle, to where he could freely and relentlessly pound me, and I could comfortably take his every inch.

After a lot of foreplay and then penetration my body was aching for relief pretty quickly, and I felt it near. The closer I got, the more hitched my breathing became. I wrapped one arm around his body to hold him closer and used my other hand to reach up into his hair, taking a grip onto a chuck of his luxurious locks, as my body neared climax. "Please. I want you to cum inside me Sir," I begged. Having the thought of him unloading inside was almost enough to get me off on thought alone. I could only imagine the formidable climax it would bring.

Our bodies were becoming hot to the touch. We were becoming a hot mess of nothing but skin and sweat. He didn't say a word in terms of my request but instead picked up his speed. He stared down at me watching my every facial expression due to sheer ecstasy. As I felt his biceps begin to twitch, and body begin to tense up I wrapped my legs around him. I threw my head back awaiting his climax. As he managed a few more powerful thrusts I played with myself for extra pleasure.

Finally, he began to buck his hips and I felt that feeling of his warm love filling me to the brim. Knowing he came inside me, and feeling his hot load trickle out I managed to finish myself quite easily. Mr. Fischbach laid back, onto the blanket right beside me and stared up at the sky nearly breathless. We were both sweaty and panting, but I think we could both agree this time was better than the first. Although it was rough, it was full of fire and passion.

Knowing this, I curled up beside him, resting my head against his sweaty chest, and attempted to muster up the courage to ask what I've been wondering all night. Listening to the rhythm of his beating heart, helped me do this. Although I was scared of the answer, I took a deep breath and swallowed my pride. "You say you care for me but is this all this is ever gonna be? Just sex? Don't you want more?" He took his time before responding as I suppose a question like this would have to be handled in a delicate fashion.

He wrapped his arm around me tight, kissing the top of my head. "It's because I care for you that we can't be together romantically. Sex is one thing, a relationship is another. First and far most I am at the end of the day, your teacher. If by chance we didn't work out as a couple, I wouldn't want it to hinder your education. It's in your best interest and mine if we keep things as they are." Although it hurt, I got my answer. I may not have liked it, but I had no choice. I had to accept it.