Jasper Academy (Old Version)

Something New

Warning ⚠️

Once again, this part includes sexual content which some readers may find disturbing. Please skip this chapter if you do not wish to read that.

I will leave a summary of important information said at the start of the next chapter.

(Please forgive me.)

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His gaze still fixated on me, his hands pressed against my chest, applying pressure slowly. Oh, god... No... My body fell backwards on the bed, shaking me from my trance, but it was too late. Fallon laid on top of me, pinning my body down with his weight, holding my arms down by the wrists, his legs pressing hard against my waist. I breathed in. God... help me now... Tears rolled down my cheeks, fighting to break his stare. Our eyes held contact. Fallon felt like an entirely different person. Wake up. Wake up. WAKE UP! He leaned closer, his hot breath overtaking my mind with unfamiliar thoughts and feelings. This isn't you, Nathan. You're not cursed. You're better than this. Fight it. Get up and FIGHT. He pressed his lips hard on mine, a soft groan of disapproval uttering muffled from my mouth. F-Fight it... F-Fuck... The hot, jittery feeling he gave me was gonna drive me mad. Mmph... That feeling... The hot tension between our bodies mixed into one. Ugh... I can't fight his taste. I swatted weakly at him, my mind torn between two feelings. What is wrong with me? Maybe I'm the problem. Fallon pulled his lips back, shimmering wet, mouth open, his tongue hanging out, soaked in saliva. Fuck. He sat up, reached his hands around the collar of his shirt, pulling it off swiftly. My thoughts swirled, trying to make sense of what was going on. Trying to fight. My body, however, came back unresponsive. Oh my god. My gaze wandered down, his chest falling up and down, his perfectly crafted abs just below. His skin looked smooth like wet paint. His arms came down beside my head, ripped, covered in tattoos, capable of inflicting so much pain, so easily.

My breathing came even more labored than before. My heart raced. Am I enjoying this? I can't be, right? Am I overeating? His hands then wrapped around the collar of my shirt. You have to fight it. Think of Umi. "Fallon, no... I don't want-" He shoved a hand in my face, tugging on my shirt, trapping my arms in the fabric. He pulled his hand back from my mouth, taking my shirt off, chucking it to the side. Fallon looked down, surprised. He smirked, pleased with his discovery. I closed my eyes, sniffing. His soft skin met mine, making me jump. I felt his hand trace along my chest, down my abs... No... I shivered, whimpering. "Fallon, stop." You can stop this. His hand clasped around my belt buckle, unclipping it, moving down to the button on my jeans, slipping it through the hole, grasping the zipper, my jeans loosening from my waist. Do I want to stop it? His movements were swift and graceful. I turned my head to the side, embarrassed by myself. Did I want this? I grabbed his wrist. "Don't." My eyes met his. He smirked, raising his hands. I sighed, relaxing for a slight moment. Then, rapid and sudden, he unclipped his belt, undoing his jeans, slipping them off and chucking them to the side like he did my shirt. I froze... again. There is a guy... sitting on top of me... with no clothes on. I fought hard to not look down. Don't do it. Using his knee, he pushed my jeans down halfway, then using his foot to take them off completely, pushing them off the bed. A quiet thud followed as they hit the floor. I looked back up at Fallon, utter terror in my eyes. He pushed me further up the bed, gripping the covers, pulling them down and over his waist.

His hands cupped my face as he leaned in again, his tongue dragging across my mouth, stopping to hover just above my lips, drawing me in, taunting me. A soft moan stifled from my throat. Fallon chuckled, his hands pressed against my collarbones now, slipping his lips onto mine. My eyes couldn't help but flutter closed, as Fallon began pushing against my waist, keeping me in place. Sweat began to build up, an electrifying taste in the air. W-Wh... What is he... doing to me? Why do I feel like I'm enjoying it? And why the hell... am I letting this happen? After a few moments of enjoyment, our eyes opened in sync, and he finally pulled back, wiping the saliva from his mouth, a satisfied grin on his face. Tears burned to my cheeks, time absent from my mind. I... don't want to fight. He placed his arms down beside my head once more. I dreaded whatever he had planned, knowing that my attempts to escape would be useless. His shoulders heaved as he panted, sweat dripping slowly down his face. His mouth was parted, his tongue touching his bottom lip.