One Offs: Random Rambles of a Crazed Fool

After Class [ABO] 🦊

'I know my feelings are real.. No matter what you say,' I argue looking him in those dark eyes. They wander my face narrowing and widening slightly when they land on my lips when my tongue moves to moisten them - a nervous habit is to pick at the skin there with my teeth.

The air around us is so heavy. His normally rigid posture is hunched over as he crosses his arms over his thin chest. He wears a dark green turtle neck under his dark orange and tan plaid button-up. This combination of colors is horrid, resembling diarrhea at best, but he pulls it off beautifully.

We are alone in the classroom, all of my classmates gone. I tower over the thin man, just hit my growth spurt again. His eyes narrow again when my tongue slides back into my mouth, and teeth move to attack my bottom lip. He hisses with a sharp intake of air. It's a low sound, and someone else not tuned into every sound of his, like I am, would have missed it.

'You, too,' I press, calling him out. 'You like me, too.'

The micro-changes in his expression are easily missed if you don't know where to look. But he looks down, his long fringe covering his face. I'm still staring at him when his eyes scan up my body, starting at my shoes and stopping at my eyes. There is something I can't read there, but I can see a glow. A light dust of color, so faint I could barely register it as a blush, crosses his face. Shaking his head, his body relaxes as he leans against his desk and slaps on his cool demeanor.

'I think you are mistaken there, Jacobi.'

His voice is soft, not as deep as you would think with his protruding Adam's apple, and has a raspy quality to it. In other words, it is incredibly sexy. Chill bumps move across my skin. Still feeling this bold cockiness from earlier when I semi-confessed, I close the space he purposely put between us and caged him to his desk, standing between his legs.

'I like you.' He frowns at my second declaration, looking uncomfortable.

'I know the difference..' I test the word in my mind first before saying it aloud. '..hyung.'

His eyes widen slightly, but he meets my gaze. 'Do you really think calling me that is going to change my mind namdongsaeng?'

I smirk, sliding closer to him. 'Why not, Dae-hyun hyung?'

The pretty blush tints deeper against his pale sink. So beautiful.. I become bolder as feeling of lust, adrenaline, and possession manifest within me. I've never had such strong feelings for anyone person, so much so that I wanted to act on them like this.

I shift my weight and use my left hand to cup his chin. I want to see within those dark depths. He looks at me with challenge in his eyes, as if he is daring me to continue.

Really, hyung? I smirk. Do you really want to..

I don't even wait. I crush his soft lips against mine. Hesitating only a second for him to react.. push me away, slap me, yell at me, or something.. but nothing comes. I move closer between his legs, our fronts touching. It makes me weak in the knees, and I lean heavily on him. There's a soft sound, almost like purring coming from him. It's so cute that I break contact with him to look at him.

He's red faced and wild looking. When he makes eye contact with me, I see his second gender visibly.

'Don't look at me..'

The overly sexy voice sounds weak and scared. It retracts my hard-on and shifts my horniness to concern. Not that it helps the situation, I laugh. It's more nervous than anything. Mr. Kim Dae-hyun is a special second gender. He is able to express his it visibly. His beast is adorable, soft and fluffy like a baby animal. He tries to shift away from me, but I keep him blocked.