Kiss me || Dylmas

8-What did I do?

Thomas'POV

Gally sppins the bottle, and It lands on Theresa.

"—Truth or dare?"

"—Truth" of course Theresa would chose truth.

"—What person did you or do you have fantasies about?" this time, Gally was the one smirking. Theresa's cheeks flushed, her eyes never leaving Gally. He started laughing, looking around then back at her. When he understood Theresa's response is her eyesight, he immediately stopped laughing, causing everyone else to laugh. (AN: "why are you lookin' at him? look at me" 😏)

"—So uh..your turn.." he coughed a bit.

"—Minho, truth or dare?" she asked, her voice a bit too quiet.

"—Whatever you wish, T" he smirked as everyone around cheered.

"—Tell us about your first time" everyone was shocked a bit at T's creativity, but quickly "oohed". He told us about the person in question, and a few details I wish I didn't hear.

"Tom, truth or dare?"the bottle landed on me.

"—Dare.." god this isn't good..

Minho was thinking for a few seconds before his smirk appeared. Oh Edison, rest in peace..

"—I dare you to make out with...Newt, talking to him in a seductive voice, telling him what you would do to him, eventually kiss him and all that while doing a lap dance on this song" Sweater Weather just starting playing. Oh my god, what have I gotten myself into..

I look over to Newt. His eyes have widened, and he seems to.. be blushing?

"—So.. are you down?" Gally asked.

I didn't respond, I just moved towards Newt, sitting on his lap, making sure I don't touch..him.. He got himself confortable as the song kept going.

I started moving my body, resting my hands in his hair. He lowered his hands on my hips, pushing me down so our bodies touch a little and everyone cheered.

"—Oh god.. the things I would do to you.." I almost whispered, still afraid and ashamed.

"—Louder!" Someone shouted.

I pull his hair a little harder, avoiding eye contact.
"—You know how much you want me to pull your hair while. f.. m-making love" I ruined the sentence.

I finely dare to look at his eyes, He seemed to be amused at my innocence, almost daring me to do something.

Not good enough... maybe this would be enough?

I start moving my body up and down, applying more pressure on his body.

"—I know how much you want me to fuck you.." everyone starts screaming at my daring and words. I approche my mouth to his ear.

"—How much you want my hand wrapped around you" I kiss his neck, hot as hell as he blushes at the full level. It seems like the only way to get him to blush is by taking him of guard.

When I look at him again, still dancing, I see his smirk. So this is not enough? I crush my lips at his, and everyone screams even louder. I kiss his neck again, leaving a hickey. He was less hot now..

not enough.

I quickly blink my years away, as his smiles fade away when he notices. I want to be enough. I lower my hand and grab his belt, then him... Everyone is still cheering, filming and laughing. I let a tear escape, but I don't move my hand. I lean in to kiss him, but he pulls away, moving my hand.