𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫 ⁿᵒᵐⁱⁿ

eight

❲ lee jeno ❳

my mind went completely black, i closed my eyes hoping this was all a dream, but in the end it was nothing close to a dream.

it was reality.

but, i didn't do anything to stop.

it felt too good.

i kept it going, my hands slowly finding its way to jaemins neck. his hand on my waist, griping it tightly, going to create bruises later.

our lips were in sync, the smell of his peppermint breath intoxicated me.

i felt drunk. everything around started to blur, and my attention went all to the boy who was dominating me.

i moaned slightly when he groped my thighs. i was pushed into the heat kiss more and more. my fingers danced in his honey colored hair, getting tangled. he groaned when i pulled on it.

"fuck, since when did the puppy become a dog?"

he whispered in my ear. i felt my cheeks burn, but i opened my eyes to meet with jaemin's eyes. that's when it hit me, we were still in the hallways.

"not here, please," i breathily whispered in his ear. he gritted his teeth, he pulled away from me like the same sides on a magnet, and went to the nearest boys bathroom.

he opened the bathroom door to navigate his way to an open stall. as soon as he slammed the stall shut, it was like he pressed un-pause on a video. we continued with no hesitation.

it was my first time kissing someone this passionately before. i just followed his soft lips, but i remember one time wondering how his lips felt like. i guess this answered my question dramatically.

jaemin pulled away, breathless. "hey."

"this all you got? hm?"

i had no other options right now. it was just us in a bathroom stall, getting heated. i felt ashamed that i'm doing this with him. my mouth started to feel lonely without him being connected with mine.

"mfgh- hah." i moaned out.

"shit, seeing you like this makes me wonder how the hell no one wanted to fuck you." he went down my ear and started to attack my neck. i groaned when i felt him create marks on my neck.

the hickeys started to multiply more and more, underneath my jawline and some on my partly exposed chest. "j- jaemin." i moaned heatedly. i grabbed on his shoulders, gripping tightly as i felt his teeth sink into the side of my neck.

"ah!" i peeped out as i felt blood ooze out. jaemin let go of my slightly bruised skin and admired the bite mark. he took his hand and gently wiped the blood away, the stinging urging to hurt me.

jaemin pulled away for a moment, his tongue slightly out of his mouth, he looks hot right now. "you look cute, shall i ruin you even more?" and after those words, he did ruin me.

destroyed me.

jaemin swiftly put his hand under my uniform. i flinched as i felt his hot hands roaming around my cold freezing body.

he slowly lifted up my shirt to find my pale milky stomach. jaemin awed at the sight, he smiled softly to himself.

my face flushed over with red and heat. jaemin kissed me, but something was different.

it felt different.

it wasn't heated, it wasn't rough. it was just a perfect kiss but i was mistaken minutes after.

jaemins kiss grew longer, and rougher, and we both started to lose air. my mind slowly started to fuzz, it was hard to focus on things around me at this point.

i was overwhelmed by not only on what was happening right now, i was blinded with pleasure and could no longer keep with jaemins slightly plump lips.

jaemins kiss finally came to a stop, which made me have hot breaths. my hazy eyes met his eyes, and i felt something i haven't felt in a while.

jaemin broke the awkward silence between the two of them.

"jeno, can we try to restart everything again?"

my breath hitched, this wasn't supposed to happen, not even close.

none of us exchanged words, not until i heard the bathroom door open. jaemin and i were quietly panicking looking at each other on what to do.

"nojam? you in there?"

it was mark.

jaemin snickered quietly from my nickname. i wanted to hit him, it wasn't the time for laughter.

i stopped breathing, and i held my breath. jaemin turned me towards him and he quietly whispered in my ear and said, "you aren't gonna respond to him?"

i looked at him like he was crazy.

"are you insane?" i punched him slightly.

"yes?"

"if i were to respond to him, and he was to come over to fucking see four legs in one stall. he would die from shock."

"your fault." he stuck out his tongue in playfulness.

"helloooo? is that you jeno?" mark insisted. he started to push all the stall's open because they both heard them creak open.

"fuck, stand on the toilet. and give me your fucking shirt." i pushed him on top of the toilet, but he didn't give me his shirt. i started to kitty fight with him, but our position looks too weird.

"stop, jeno stop. why should i give you my shirt?"

"just give in already. give me your shirt you hoe."

but before i knew it, i wanted to kill myself. jaemin slammed the stall shut, but he didn't slide the lock.

mark opened the stall we were in. his eyes shut and his mouth was saying incoherent words.

his hands covering his eyes, face slowly turning bright red.

(oh the panic gay) 

my hand was on jaemins toned abs, his hand under my thigh. i have hickeys everywhere, and i looked like the aftermath of a drunk person leaving the club. jaemin was ten worse.

"m- mark, let me ex-"

"sorry. i- uhm, just wanted to let you know that we needed to uh- meet our tutoring students. see you, i'm sorry for disturbing you."

he slammed the stall shut, and ran out.

i looked at jaemin with murder lingering in my eyes, but he just hopped down from the toilet, and patted my head.

"you look hot right now. bye." and he ran out the bathroom, leaving shook. i ran my hands on my neck, and through my tangled hair,

"what just happened?"