✈︎ Warnings: ion, , , slight voyeurism,

 

I have a tutor. And he’s hot.

At first, you didn’t want a tutor. You had your fair share of old hags and cranky women scolding you at the tops of their lungs, but your parents were adamant about making your math scores a little higher, so they hired a tutor named Byun Baekhyun.

You didn’t know where he came from, or where your parents found him. You just knew that the first time you saw him, you thought it was impossible for a man to be this handsome. But Mr. Byun surpassed all expectations. He was the kind who you would stop and stare on the streets, tall and defined with an immaculate face. His lips quirked up to a smile, those luscious, pink lips beckoning you to come over and have a taste. It was those blonde locks, tousled and messy as he ran his fingers through them; and you imagined if it was your hands instead. Mr. Byun was chaos—perfect, sweet chaos—that you could sense through his stormy brown orbs. But you wanted him anyway.

In the next few meetings, you were immediately captivated by him, unable to stop staring at his beautiful features and the way his voice would glide through the room like a song. You tried focusing on math, but his sweet, sweet laughter and the way he would casually brush his hand across the tops of your head made you enthralled like a high schooler’s first crush. It didn’t matter that he was, what? 28 years old? You still fantasize about him as though he was yours.

It was as if your brain had been reprogrammed overnight to only include images of his face and the sound of his voice. You anticipated tutoring sessions with Mr. Byun, wondering, scandalously, what his lips would taste like and what his fingers against your skin would feel like. Your dreams were consumed by the memories of him, twisting dangerously into a sensual game that made you wake up all hot and bothered. You started realizing that, yes, you wanted him with every fiber of your being. But you knew it wasn’t that easy. He is Mr. Byun. Handsome, y, charming, probably has a lot of women lusting over him Mr. Byun. Yet here you are, young and inexperienced in the category of seduction, desiring for him. But you couldn’t stop, not when you see him every week, not when your body reacts to him so intensely.

You aren’t the typical teenager who will quietly watch and hope that he will start liking you back. You tried grabbing his attention, ing the first few buttons of your uniform and hiking up your skirt just an inch higher. You would subtly touch the tops of his thighs, or ‘accidentally’ brush against his hand on the table. Yet, Mr. Byun never reacted, possibly because he is uninterested, but also maybe because you weren’t obvious enough.

“Did you hear what I just said?”

You snapped back into reality, facing Mr. Byun, who had his head cocked to one side and pointing to your math paper. Just like any other time, you got into his alluring features and continued to stare at him as if you haven’t been staring at him enough; the way his round glasses sat on top of his nose bridge, the golden freckles that paints his chocolate brown orbs, and the way his lips would glisten as his tongue darts out to wet them. You’ve never been so captivated by someone in your entire life. You shake your head straight, remembering that you have to pass your midterm exam this time or it’ll make your whole life harder. “Not really, Mr. Byun. Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s okay, we can start from the very top…” This time, you really did try focusing on your math problems, avoiding eye contact with him so that you wouldn’t get dragged into another series of ‘ogling Mr. Byun’. Before you knew it, 3 hours passed, and you couldn’t help but feel dejected for, yet again, failing to grab his attention.

“Since your midterms are next week, we have one more tutoring session before you take it so don’t feel too stressed. If there’s anything throughout the week that seems too difficult then you can mark it and ask me the next time, okay?” He started packing his things while looking at you with those soft, caring eyes. You didn’t know how to react, simply nodding with a light flush on your cheeks. He slung his bag and reached his arm out to brush a strand of hair behind my ear, and that small contact of his knuckles on your cheeks made your heart thud rapidly against your chest. His lips curved up into a smile as if he didn’t do anything. “I’ll see you next week?”

You nodded, seeing him leave your room with a small pout. “Safe drive home, Mr. Byun.”

The moment he left, you couldn’t help but throw your head back in frustration. Mr, Byun, Mr, Byun, his name ran through your head like a bullet train. His smile and the way he would stare at you with those intense eyes made you yearn for his lips, for his touch, for his utmost affection. You’ve never desired for a person this much before, your body heating up with every flashing image of him. However, you’re just a little girl, 18 years old and inexperienced with adulthood, while he is 28 and probably had dated more girls hotter than you could ever be. You quickly tidied your space up to get things off your head, feeling like it was inappropriate to have such lustful thoughts about your own tutor. But the more you stared at your notes, the more you thought about tutoring, and the more did you think of other things you could’ve done during tutoring.

You headed into your bathroom and stripped yourself off of your school uniform, ready to take a shower, only to find yourself staring at the image of you—flushed cheeks and perked s—all from the effects of Mr. Byun. You may not be an expert, but you’ve been through a phase of trial and error of your own body and knew what was happening. You are lusting for him, your tutor 10 years older than you. Yet, even though it sounds so sick, something deep inside of you wanted it so badly. It was like nothing mattered. Deep down, you wanted something so thrilling, so exciting, so hot, it didn’t really matter.

So you sat on the toilet bowl and let your mind consume itself with thoughts of Mr. Byun. Just this once, you thought to yourself, I am going to indulge in him, nothing else. Your imagination ran wild as his image loomed before you, with his lips trailing down the skin from your neck all the way to your throbbing chest. Your hands instantly went to massage your soft mounds as you sighed at the sensation, thinking it was his hands and his breath tingling against your s. You pinched one side, then the other, and let out a soft moan.

You could feel your arousal hitting you as your stomach bubbled in anticipation. You’ve only ed once, and that was only because you were feeling adventurous and watched a rated movie that got you all hot and bothered, so you did something to relieve yourself off of it through watching a video. That was two months ago.

Your hands hesitantly went towards the nether region, and even though you’ve done it once, the act was still so unfamiliar. You slowly, unsurely, flicked your fingers to tease your wet folds, and you sighed aloud as the pleasure hit you. With more confidence, you started to run your fingers up and down the slit, allowing the pressure to build down there as you imagined him doing this to you. It made you feel better, assured, with his name on the tip of your lips. Your hands went faster, rubbing desperately with each flash of his face, fantasizing his fingers rapidly moving instead of yours. You let out a cry of his name as you hit a spot that made your eyes water and your legs weak. You didn’t know what it was, but you wanted more of it as you rubbed yourself off.

You were careless and reckless, but you were so high up, you didn’t know how to fall down. Mr. Byun, you thought. “Mr. Byun,” you moaned. Every inch of his perfect face filled your vision, and you came undone.

Despite the burning desire to need more, you felt satiated enough. Taking a few deep breaths, you let your lust-filled haze disappear along with your thirst for Mr. Byun. This will never satisfy you, but it will do for now. You felt like you should be disgusted for thinking of such a person in that way, craving for him like a moth to a flame. But, it was different. You didn’t know what it was, but it almost felt… thrilling, thinking about your tutor so illicitly. He was so untouchable and yet here you are, dreaming of him in ways you couldn’t fathom.

The next week went by quicker than you expected. Before you knew what was happening, tutoring came along and Mr. Byun was standing right outside your door. You made sure to fix your hair and push your bra a little higher before opening the door for him, a grin in place. “Good afternoon, Mr. Byun.”

He let out a soft chuckle, “You seem excited today.”

You weren’t excited, no, you were determined. You spent hours figuring out your game plan for today only to realize that what you needed was quality time with him, time for him to get to know you as a woman instead of a student. “Mr. Byun, I finished all the assignments you told me to do today. Do you think we can spare a little time to just… play?”

He raised an eyebrow as he sat on his tutoring chair, fingers hovering over the papers strewn out in front of your desk. His eyes skimmed through the homework he gave you, surprised to see everything done perfectly. He hummed, seeing the sparkle in your eyes, and shrugged. “Okay. Since you’re a good student today, I’ll give it to you. What do you want to play?”

“Twenty questions!” You cheered, heart racing at the thought of finally getting to know him a little bit more.

“Five.” He bartered playfully, a lilt on the corner of his lips. “Your parents paid me to teach you, young lady, not interview you.”

You rolled your eyes, scooting closer so that your knees would brush him if you moved just a little. “Fine, but I’m starting first! How did you start teaching?”

You saw his eyes glass over, as if he was reliving his past memories. “I used to be a university professor,” he glanced back at you, shrugging. “It didn’t really work out. My turn. Are you planning to go to university?”

“I don’t really have a choice,” you pout. “My parents are going to freak out if I don’t go.”

He hummed, “Then… what do you want to do?”

You shake your finger. “Hold your question for the next one. Me first.” Mr. Byun scoffed endearingly, a twinkle of amusement evident on his face, and he waved his arm to let you go. “Okay, what university did you go to?“

"SNU. What do you plan to study in the future?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “I applied under liberty arts because I don’t know what I want to do. What do you think I should do, Mr. Byun?”

He gazed at you, his face quite affectionate as he ruffles the tops of your head. “You should do what you like. If going to university is not your thing, you don’t have to. I’m sure your parents would understand. Also, you used up a question there,” he reminded you, which prompted you to pout and let out a small huff.

Mr. Byun chuckled at your reaction, opting for a lighter question. “What’s your favorite color?”

You scrunch your nose up. “That’s so easy, Mr. Byun. Can’t you see?” You gestured around your room, pointing out the pink curtains and pink walls.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “Right. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“But you lost a question, so for you,” you stuck your tongue out. “What do you usually do during your spare time, Mr. Byun?”

“A lot of things, really. I read books, play sports, take my dog on walks. Not very interesting, I know.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh, “But when you’re at this age, you just want peace.”

“You’re making yourself sound old when you’re only 28,” you giggled softly. “28 is not old, Mr. Byun. My dad is old. You’re only 10 years older than me.”

“That’s a pretty big gap to me.”

“Well, I beg to differ,” you clicked your tongue, and Mr. Byun’s eyes flicker over to yours, just a tad bit, but enough for you to see the quiver in his pupils as if it was something he didn’t want to talk about.

He cleared his throat and changed the subject with another question, “Why did you want to play twenty questions?”

“I want to get to know my tutor more,” you blatantly said, a small blush on your cheeks as Mr. Byun pauses, a little surprised to hear you say that. You blinked innocently, darting your tongue to wet your chapped lips. “You’re interesting, Mr. Byun. A little mysterious, subtly intriguing. It makes me want to peel your layers like an onion!” You said as if you were singing, the amusement evident in your voice.

And then, his eyes turned dark like a cloudy storm, lids hooded and jaw tensed. You saw his imaginary shield come down as his tone turns rigid, “We’re done with the questions. Let’s actually do some studying now.”

“Mr. Byun—,”

He spun to face you, the hardness to his features softening when he notices your lips quivering in worry. He let out a soft sigh and pats your back reassuringly. “Later, okay? For now, we need to get this segment over with because you have midterms next week. You don’t want to fail don’t you?”

You knew he was being logical and thought that you were just too selfish and too immature for his liking. So you nodded, reminding yourself that you have tons of opportunities along the way. This is just the first step.

You diligently studied this time, paying attention to the mistakes you made from the assignment he gave you and how you should fix it. Mr. Byun was very attentive, pointing out what you’re good at and what you need to improve on.

By the end of it, he started to get a little touchy, leaving his hand a little longer on the base of your arm or leaning in towards you, so close that you could see the freckles on his nose. You didn’t mind it by the least, but it made you have all sorts of thoughts, thoughts that made your stomach churn and your breaths short.

You thought you got somewhere, but after the tutoring session ended, Mr. Byun left without a word, and you were left panting, thirsting for him. You felt suffocated, his touches sending shivers along the edges of your spine. You desperately needed to get off, unable to think straight at the pressure formed in your core. You rubbed your thighs willingly, letting the heat pool around your pelvis, and a low mewl escaped your lips. Your head lolled back against your chair as you parted your legs, the edges of your skirt falling open to reveal your soaked . You touched yourself through your cotton fabric, the friction giving you a burst of desire. You groaned with the thought of him, his name leaving your lips in a soft whisper, “Mr. Byun.”

“Y/N?”

Your head probably snapped up faster than you expected, your eyes widening and jaw falling at the sight of your tutor, standing right outside your slightly ajar door. All of the lust and ual arousal you had for him disappeared, leaving only the feeling of panic lurched inside your throat. He looked conflicted, eyes darting back and forth and fists clenched at the sight in front of him. But just as quick, a dark look crossed his face as he stepped forward, only for you to let out a squeal of surprise. This is not a dream. He’s really outside. And he saw you touching yourself. Saying his name.

Your mouth dried up instantly. You can’t believe this is happening. You quickly stood, not sure why, maybe to escape this situation, but Mr. Byun was fast. He strode in and held onto your shoulders, pushing you down to sit on your chair. He looked up through his eyelashes as his tongue darted out to his bottom lip. You gulped nervously. “Mr. Byun, it really isn’t—,”

“Have you been touching yourself because of me, sweetheart?” He cocked his head to the side, his lips tilting on one side to reveal a smirk, so hot that your legs trembled at the sight of it. His pupils dilated as he inched closer, his hands on your thighs. “Hm?”

You shake your head. You didn’t know what to do. How could you even admit to that, when it is so taboo and absurd to think about? He probably thinks you are an idiot and an absolute . But Mr. Byun had different intentions as his hands rubbed circles around your legs. “It’s okay if that’s true. I think it’s honorable to have someone like you fantasize about someone like me.”

What? Honorable? You darted to face him, face flushed in embarrassment. “E-Excuse me?”

“From the way your fingers move, it seems like you don’t really know how to touch yourself properly,” he murmured, his hand starting to inch closer to the hem of your skirt. You hitched your breath, your head spun in confusion. He looked up at you. “Do you want me to show you how?”

That was when you felt like exploding. Mr. Byun, the tutor you’ve been dreaming of, is offering to finger you?! Your breathing started to quicken in excitement, and without any words said, it seemed like he could see it in your eyes that you were in.

[From the way your face shone in amazement to the little sighs you let out from just how good that sounded, he knew you wanted it.]

He took his glasses off, placing it subtly on the table and knelt right in front of you. You gasped when his hands immediately went to cup your and your legs closed in shock. “Wait, Mr. Byun, I-uh, oh my god, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“I’m not going to force you if you don’t want this,” Mr. Byun leaned in, his breath fanning my cheeks as he spoke. “But, if this is what you desire, then I am willing to. I want to make you feel good. Let me touch you.”

He wants… me? You still find it so absurd and destructive. But it was so tempting. Such a dangerous move, and already, it was starting to make you yearn for him. Your body desired for him, and your legs didn’t listen to your head as it softened, allowing Mr. Byun to rub your clothed softly. He saw the way your mouth would sigh open at the feeling of him on, just his hand, his calculated movements. He hummed, “So responsive.”

You stared at him and shook your head. “Okay, but no one can know about this. Not a single soul.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” he used his free hand to tuck a strand of hair at the back of your ear. Your cheeks reddened at his action. “It’ll be our little secret.”

Our dirty little secret. Your chest heaved at the thought of it, making you excited. Mr. Byun immediately lifted your arm, motioning for you to stand. He then sat on the chair and patted his lap. “Sit here.”

You bit your lip, complying with his request. He then spread your legs out wide with both of his hands and pushed your skirt away, placing his hands, once again, on your soaked . He rubbed it a few times and murmured, “So wet, baby. Just by thinking of me.” He quickly tucked his fingers on each side of your underwear and swiftly pulled it down. You lifted your legs and helped by taking the rest off, eager to have him on you completely bare. By then, your was throbbing with need and desire. The moment he tapped his fingers, you let out a wanton moan.

“Oh god,” Mr. Byun groaned. “How many times have you touched yourself?”

“T-Twice—ah.” He continued to softly rub your rosy, warm folds, eliciting another moan.

“When?” he muttered softly.

“Last week, and—oh—two months ago.” By now, you are panting for more. My. Byun was going slow and steady, his fingers only hovering.

He let out a soft chuckle. “No wonder you’re so sensitive.” He suddenly pressed a chaste kiss on the back of your neck, making you shiver. “I’m going to really start touching you, and I want you to be as vocal as you can, hm? Moan for me if you feel like it. Don’t hold it back.”

“Mr. Byun—,”

“Please, call me Baekhyun when it’s just the two of us,” he muttered.

You gulped. “B-Baekhyun, please,” you your lips. “Touch me.”

“As you wish,” he said in a low voice that you almost convulsed at. Your anticipation skyrocketed as he started to rub, pacing slowly in the first few minutes. You were whimpering with every flick, legs tightening with each touch. He cooed, “So good. So wet for me.” You mewled at the sound of his voice in your ear, aroused just by the way he spoke. Baekhyun then explored further down and inserted a finger into you and you gasped at the new sensation pooling around your pelvis. Baekhyun groaned, and you felt something unfamiliar poking your buttcheeks. “So tight, baby girl.”

“Oh god,” you moaned when he pumped his fingers back and forth lightly. You’ve never touched yourself like this before, not knowing the right way on how to do it. But Baekhyun, adult and experienced Baekhyun is making you high like never before. He inserted another finger, and you shuddered when your walls stretched to accommodate him.

Baekhyun buried his face at the crook of your neck and started breathing heavily as he pumped his fingers faster and faster. “Baekhyun, ah, please,” You didn’t know what it was, but your pelvis lurched along with him, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of you. Baekhyun then took his fingers out, but not before rubbing a sore spot on your that made you shake at the pleasure that tore through your body. You let out a cry, back arching at the feeling. He grumbled. “God, is this your first time playing with your oris?”

“Huh? oris?” Your head is so befuddled that you didn’t even know what he said. Baekhyun flicked the same spot that sent electricity down your back and moaned his name. Baekhyun.

“Jesus Christ,” Baekhyun cursed and started to continuously you where you feel the most aroused. You became a mess, thrashing against his hold and rocking your pelvis to meet him. Baekhyun sped up his fingers, skillfully pumping his fingers in and out while rubbing you. Your hips moved to his beat, speeding up as your body started to pool with desire, waiting to be let out. Baekhyun grunted alongside you and it was only when he circled the nub of your with his thumb did you finally come, crying and with so much pleasure that you’ve never felt before. All you see is white as you fell back, arms falling slack at the exhaustion that enveloped your body.

Baekhyun let out a low chuckle, the deep tenor in his voice snapping you back to your senses. He gingerly lifted you up so that he could stand and placed you back down before grabbing a few tissues off your table and wiping you clean. He had a raging hiding behind his pants, but he could deal with that back at home. He wasn’t going to make you satisfy him—you just weren’t ready for that yet. It made him feel content enough to see you unfold like a blooming flower.

You finally got back your senses, shyly watching as he motions for you to lift your so that he could stand, letting you sit back down on the chair. He grabbed the underwear on the floor, placing it right below his nose and taking a good whiff at it. Just the act of that made you shiver in delight. He winked. “I’m keeping this.”

As he went to grab his glasses on the table, you call him out, “Mr. Byun,” you meekly stared at him, biting your bottom lip in anxiety. “Will this… will this be a one-time thing?”

He immediately raised an eyebrow, kneeling down to look at you straight in the eyes. “It’s up to you, buttercup.”

“Do you want me?” your eyes glimmered, the sound of it so enticing in your ears. When he nodded, your body shook in excitement. Your dreams were being fulfilled, every inch of it. “Because I-I want you. A lot.”

Mr. Byun chuckled, the type that made you feel butterflies and tingles down your spine. “You’re adorable.” He then stood, leaning down towards you and tucking your hair back. “Whatever it is, you pick. We go at your pace. I’m not forcing anything on you and if you want to stop, I’ll listen to you.”

“I don’t want to stop,” you blurted out, realizing what you just did and blushed madly. “I-I mean—,”

“, you’re such a sweet girl,” Baekhyun muttered out, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead. “I will see you next week, sweetheart. In the meantime, do well on your midterm. If you score above 90, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Your call, hm?”

Immediately, a ton of images ran through your head, making your eyes dilate. Your body heats up in anticipation, and you nod your head too enthusiastically, perhaps, but it didn’t matter, not when you’re finally getting the man of your dreams, pleasuring you and relieving all of your ual fantasies.