"Let's talk sex."
He was a spark, a wildfire of flames that intended to set her heart ablaze, and she was merely another doll-faced student who was too easy to mess with.
EXAGUSTD, 2021
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And then, the sparks in my body seem unending when Taehyung leans further into me, butterfly lids veiling over his brown orbs and his lips adorning a wet sheen as he brings our lips together. His hold on my wrists slacken and an unbearable surge of fireworks bullet down my spine as he brings my arms around his shoulders and places his over the thin cloth that is sheathing my thighs, repositioning me closer on the desk. My fingers rest lifelessly on his nape, tingling over the softness of his hair and I start to succumb to the feeling of my own breath annihilating my lungs. I don't think the heat bursting across my cheekbones is from the frost outside.
It was the strangest thing ever.
When he holds my jaw, thumb caressing my fiery cheek and his other hand leaving dents of hotness up the inside of my thigh, my head is empty but my heart feels as though it is having an anxiety attack of its own. And I allow his gentle, yet faraway touch on my body, knowing all too well that Taehyung is reluctant to push me to my limit and force me into something he will likely regret.
I try to stifle my drawn-out breaths against his parted mouth and he deepens the kiss, embarrassment flooding me because this yearning in my skin is something I have never felt before. My worries remain unhinged as his nose sweeps toward the inside of my cheek and my eyes flood with tears at the incessant throb his fingertips bring to my untouched core.
But then, it goes from a hundred to zero in less than a second when Taehyung pulls back, uncertain about my rough breathing that matches his. Though I refrain from looking up and meeting his dark eyes, I can tell that he is gazing at me through the thick frame of lashes -waiting. Waiting for me to force him away and bolt for the door, giving in to my fears of falling into an abyss untravelled. There is a thin border separating my emotions from bleeding out and I chew on my lip before taking the sides of his face in my hand before bringing his head down and urging our mouths together in a last, feverish kiss.
I anxiously blink when Taehyung releases a short breath whilst placing his forehead over mine, eyes still closed as he holds me there. My skin is blazing under his gentle brush down the side of my hip, heat seeping through the nylon.
"So delicate," he whispers.
I am gasping for air when he leaves a fading trail of his lips across my cheeks and brings his finger to the neckline of my shirt, fumbling with the material before sinking into the curve of my neck.
"How would you feel if the whole campus finds out that you call me daddy?" A timid groan leaves my mouth when he pushes me further against the wall, wet kisses tracing down, "that you like it when I talk to you like this? Leave you a breathless mess under me?"
"Taehyung," I'm going crazy. "We sh-should stop." My own words are conflicting because I tilt my head away as he starts to work his lips down my blade, clinging onto him like a desperate child that's lost her way into darkness. "The nurse will be back soon. Please."
