Special kind of BAD || haesoo ✓

14.

Jisoo was standing by the sink in the locker room of the dance hall's washing Haein's broken knuckles. They were both silent, watching as the water mixed with the blood flowed over the white marble. They left the classroom immediately. Jisoo was afraid that a teacher might come into the class and wanted to hide the guy in the dance hall for a while. And Haein feared that he would not have enough, and he again smashes the head of class president to the floor, hoping to incapacitate him forever.

"Are you mad at me?" Haein was the first to break the silence and looked at the girl with a guilty look.

"No. I'm just worried," she said, not keeping him in suspense. Jisoo didn't want him to think he has done anything wrong when she, on the contrary, was grateful to him. "You will have problems."

"Of course, I don't want to be expelled. But I don't care."

"For sure?" Jisoo grinned, drying her palms with a terry towel.

"Well, not because of the studies," he added, taking a hint from the girl. "Because of you. To protect you from them."

He ran his fingers over the smooth skin of her cheeks and kissed gently on the lips, imagining how much it hurt her to hear those words. Even being expelled, he will destroy anyone who dares offend her.

"Is it wrong that I was glad that you almost killed the class president, right?" Jisoo whispered with her eyes downcast.

"I don't know," answered Haein honestly, stroking her silk hair. "I'm a bad influence on you."

"Me at you as well," Jisoo sadly smiled and kissed his knuckles, feeling a pleasant metallic taste of blood on her lips.

"I won't deny it," Haein chuckles and, lifting her chin with his fingers, whispered into her lips: "And I fucking love it."

This time, the kiss was harsh and demanding, as if he was trying to visually show her the full range of loudness, internally destructive emotions that Jisoo evoked. Ignoring the dull ringing of the bell on the upper floors, Haein began to quickly unbutton the buttons of her school shirt. Without taking it off, he grabbed her breasts hidden under her bra with one hand, and with the other one squeezed her buttock tightly, pressing her pubis to his dick. Kisses sank chaotically to the neck. He kissed greedily, biting her already tormented skin, and inhaled the intoxicating smell of a girl who groaned languidly under the movements of his powerful hands.

Jisoo inadvertently pressed her palms to the back of his head, clenching his thick hair with her fingers, and pulled her burning bottom of her body closer to the guy. Haein lowered the lace fabric of her bra down and put his lips on her nipple, not sparing and torturing it with light bites, to which Jisoo, losing all self-control, softly screamed.

Putting her hands down, she hurried to unfasten the belt of his pants. Haein moaned contentedly into her chest, making her shudder with desire to quickly feel filled with it. And when he lowered his pants down with his underwear, she reached for his first-aid bag. She was supposed to help Haein apply bruise gel to his hands, however, her fingers were not reaching for a tube of gel, but for a condom she kept just in case. With Haein, she never knows when this case is coming, as he is always ready and rarely hides it.

The guy smiled quite a bit, seeing a shiny foil in her fingers. He kissed her on the lips and turned Jisoo, laying her on the countertop with his belly down. She had to face with her own reflection. The red face and the hair sticking to her forehead made her look too dirty, but that only made her more aroused. Right now, she didn't care that Donggoo's words were true, because Haein was on her side.

Haein, not wanting to delay, took off her panties, lowering them only to her knees, and, pulling an elastic rubber over the full-length cock, immediately entered the wet bosom. Jisoo groaned long, holding onto the wet counter with difficulty, and closed her eyes with pleasure, enjoying the rough thrusts of the guy. He held on her body by her hips, causing her discomfort, but she only bent more in the back, allowing Haein to do to her whatever he wanted. His frictions did not slow down in any way, and it seemed to the girl that she had ceased to feel the lower part of her body for a long time. Only completeness of how deep Haein was in her.