Spin, Dare, Hide: The Chase

Spin, Dare, Hide: The Chase

A/N: im not very happy with the ending but i decided against smut. felt a little weird given the situation so its just slight violence and a pretty dull end in my opinion

-18+, slight violence, swearing, jisung is a little shit, ateez kinda yandere

-ateez x reader, mentions of skz because Han Jisung is your bff

2 of 2, part 1 here

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previously:

Hearing none, just a slight shuffle you were sure you made, you opened your eyes just in time to see his large hand twisting the cold water tap for the shower. You gasped at his hand, his dark eyes peeking around the curtain just as ice cold water poured down onto you from above, your eyes closing as you shrieked at the cold, hands raising to try and block some of the stream. They were soon tugged down though, a new face hovering above yours as you thrashed about in the tub, heart racing as you glanced up.

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“It’s so cold! Please! Let me out!”, you cried to Seonghwa, Wooyoung’s gaze heavy as he held you to the bottom of the filling tub, cold water splashing onto them as they watched with indifference. 

A simple throat clearing had the water stopping, both men pulling you from the tub as you coughed and shivered violently in their grasp. Your hair clung to your forehead as you made eye contact with Hongjoong, his smirk nothing short of the same evil he displayed when the bottle landed on him first. Now you were at his mercy fully, all of them had control over you as per the rules. Knowing your kinks made it all the more eventful for their plans, the mischief floating behind the danger sending you in a spiral of lust and panic as the fear settled in your chest. 

“We’ve waited so long for this, bunny. We’re all so excited to play with you now.”, his giggle was as concerning as it was arousing, his eyes steady on yours while you trembled in front of him, “I can sense your terror, bunny. It’s…”

He paused, taking a long breath through his nose, the two holding you upright laughing menacingly as the smirk grew darker on their captain's face.

“Addicting.”

Your blood ran colder than the shower, your eyes brimming with tears as Wooyoung dragged you forward and out of the washroom while Seonghwa hummed a tune that you would describe as a horror movie soundtrack before a jumpscare. It truly felt like a jumpscare when suddenly you were downstairs, 5 sets of other eyes on you as you were pushed into the room. 

“She couldn’t hide well enough after Hwa~”, Wooyoung mocked you with a pout as you crossed your arms over your chest, body trembling as San approached you slowly like you would a wounded, scared animal. 

“Is the poor princess soaked? You know what would dry you off?”, he shared a look with one of the men behind your shaking frame, “running.”

You shook your head rapidly, mind racing as you thought over what he could mean before you were nudged towards the open doors further in the room that led to the forest on the property. Your eyes widened and you whimpered, pushing back against the hand on your chilled back.

“NO-”, you pushed back against the hand harder, “please no- anything but that! I’ll be good for you!”

Your tears overflowed as you put everything on pause with your promise of good behaviour, eyes trained on you with a different intensity. 

“How good are you willing to be for us, doll?”

Jongho posed the question, Yeosang coming to stand in front of you, his large hands on your cheeks to ensure you showed no dishonesty in your answer as you sighed heavily. 

“As good as you want me to be…”, your voice was a whisper but the anticipating silence allowed it to reach the ears of the boys, their responding approval setting a small spark alight in your tummy as you trembled from the cold. 

A deep voice in your ear made you jump slightly in Yeosangs’ hold, his eyes dark but kind as you held his gaze.

“Good girl. I knew you would make the right choice. None of us would have liked to punish you for denying us what’s ours, after all.”

You nodded once, eyes darting between them before you settled on Jongho. His eyes seemed gentler than his elders, the small manic glint being hidden perfectly as he caught your gaze. Your eyes clearing of tears just enough to reach out in his direction, seeking comfort as you shivered. The hand coming back to push you towards the man who accepted you in his arms with a small smile, his body warmth raising goosebumps over your skin as you caught your breath past the chill in the air.

As you fully calmed, body warmer and no longer shaking, you noticed how they all watched you carefully, that knife back in Seonghwa’s pretty hand while he stared you down. It was a dare. A challenge. Displease me, it screamed. You couldn’t decide what would be the better fate, running outside in the middle of the night and into a forest while being chased by eight men you had felt safe around for many years, or face Seonghwa and his knife as the others watched. 

The choice was made for you swiftly as San gripped your arm, pulling you from the heat source you had found in Jongho, his eyes glinting as you were dragged into San’s hold. 

“Remember the kindness we just showed you before you get any funny ideas out there~”, He whispered in your ear, his soft lips brushing your ear as you shivered in fear once again. 

“Now, now, Sannie. We haven’t told her the new rules to our game.”, Hongjoong stepped forward, a hand on San’s shoulder as he made his way to your front. 

His gaze traced over your exposed skin heavily, the lust clouding his eyes being displayed almost proudly as his hand left San’s shoulder to rest on yours. A slight massage was his treat to you as you held eye contact when he made it after he had had his fill of eye-fucking you. 

“Our rules are simple. You run, your time out there alone is limited to five minutes so run well. We follow when those five minutes are over. When we catch you, you get a little hurt because, well, you ran away from us didn't you?”, he laughed at your confused expression, his own darkening as he leaned forward so his lips nearly touched yours as he whispered his next words, “We don’t appreciate watching you leave us in such a rush. It has to be punished somehow, don’t you think?”

The smirk he wore was killer as he leaned away from your lips, his pretty eyes dark with the predatory gleam you saw before the game started and in the bathroom. San’s hand was on your jaw, your head being moved in a nod despite your clear resistance. A smirk shot at San before Hongjoong was focused on you again, his eyes slightly wild with emotions as he clicked his tongue.

“We chase you until we find you. And then we use you. Mhm. You’d like that though, wouldn’t you? Being passed around like a toy for eight men who you tossed in the friend-zone for so many years without another thought. I know you would. We all know how badly you want to be used like a dumb little doll for someone capable.”, his lips found your ear, San’s smirk on your neck where he had attached his lips sending chills down your spine at the sudden stimulation, “We are all more than capable of handling a dumb doll. I would suggest you don’t test our limits with your petty little attitude. It won’t be fun… for you~”

A throat clearing had him pulling away, his hands leaving you to San’s wandering ones. 

“The only other rule? You… cannot hurt us. No rocks, booby traps or long sticks to whack us with. You hurt us, we hurt you more. Simple rules honestly.”, his tone was flippant as San nudged you towards the open doors.

Hums of agreement followed the end of Hongjoong’s speech, your eyes tracing over each man again to gather some, any small amount, of information on how each would be in the woods as they chased you down. You assumed Seonghwa would wait for you to get tired, pouncing when you’re down. Hongjoong seemed to be the type to hunt you tirelessly, searching every tree for your shadow. Yunho was unreadable when you met his eyes, a sort of guarded look coming over them. Yeosang seemed the most predictable in your head, calm walking, taunts called out to you as you trembled behind a tree. San, to you, as he pushed you to the door seemed like he would also stop at no end to get you, setting small traps or corralling you in the direction he wanted you.

Mingi was… more difficult to read when you met his eyes. He just radiated excitement and nerves as he held your gaze. You gave up on trying to figure him out, your gaze catching on Wooyoung who stood with his arms crossed behind San, a smirk on his lips as he licked over them with a slight tilt to his head. Wooyoung was… terrifying for you. The way he watched your every move, focusing in on every slight tremble he caught with a nearly mocking smirk, the look in his eyes the longer he watched you. You could only take a wild guess and assume he would somehow know exactly where you were at all times. 

San’s hand nudged you further forwards, your feet out the door. You made frantic eye contact with Jongho who watched you with no expression on his features, a slight quirk to his lips the only inclination you got as to him noticing your eyes on him. He seemed like the least likely to put in too much effort, possibly a combination of Yeosang and San. You had no more time to ponder as San shoved you forwards roughly, your knees buckling slightly and causing you to stumble into the slight light of the moon. The pale shine hid your sight of the boys, but judging by the gasps that reached you when you turned to face them, the lighting was doing you favors despite the fear you felt as your heartbeat against your chest. 

“Go on, pet. Time to run.”, Seonghwa’s voice brushed past your ears like the breeze, the moonlight fading enough for you to make out their figures in the doorway, stood shoulder to shoulder as they watched you back away slowly. 

Even in your fear you couldn’t deny the beauty they radiated from the doorway as the moon shone down on them, their features illuminated and hair shining. They looked angelic with their hands in their pockets, loose clothes flying around them just slightly, billowing and accentuating the fluff to their hair.

The only thing that distracted you from the evangelical sight before you was the illuminated darkness in their eyes as they watched you, unblinking. A smirk from Wooyoung let you know that they knew how good they looked at that moment. That same smirk shook you from your thoughts, your legs carrying you backwards a little faster until you turned and booked it towards the trees. 

“Five minutes, pet!”, Seonghwa called after you as your footsteps echoed across the stone of the patio, “Run while you can~!”

And run you did. You ran until you could no longer see the lights of the house, couldn’t feel their harsh gazes on your back despite the trees blocking you from view. The branches stung as they cut into your skin, small beads of blood trickling down your heated cheek from the cut on your cheekbone as you smacked others out of the way to avoid more injury before they came after you.

Your eyes slowly adjusted as you ran, anticipating the fallen log ahead of you, you prepared yourself to jump it. Your breaths came a little harsher as your mind focused on getting over that log with no difficulty, you forgot about the eight boys ready to prance after you. 

“Oh bunny~!”, Jongho’s voice echoed through the trees, every noise seeming to stop as branches snapped in the distance, “It’s time to play!”

Your focus was removed from the jump, your feet catching the edge of the log and sending you tumbling across the forest floor. Leaves stuck to you in small smudges of mud, your cuts stinging from the touch of the same mud as you rolled to a stop a few feet away. A large sigh left you as you sat up, your hands picking out leaves from your hair when you felt your ankle twinge.

Of course you had to go and disable yourself slightly for one of the most important situations you had ever faced. It felt like life or death for you as you heard distant laughs shared between your hunters, a faint humming reaching your ears a little closer than the laughs. You could only think about how bad it would be if Seonghwa caught you in the darkness of the woods, that knife glinting tauntingly in the moonlight through the trees as you stumbled onto your feet, ignoring the pain in your leg as you ran further. 

You had no idea where you were in the expanse of trees, the area foreign and confusing to you like a corn maze that had no actual way out. It made your adrenaline pump, your eyes scanning every shadow as you crept your way towards a decently sized tree. It wasn’t in the rules that you couldn’t climb a tree and wait them out as long as you could while they searched the forest floor for your tired body.

You took a few ragged breaths as you slowed to a stop in front of the tree, a snap to your left causing your head to snap that way in search of a figure to go with the noise. You found nothing but the barely lit trees in your search, hands trembling as you reached for the thickest branch you could find, pulling yourself up the tree slowly and painfully, your upper body strength nowhere near where it would have needed to be for a smooth climb. 

Your climb ended in a painful success, your sight just high enough to see a few figures passing through the trees at least a mile away from your tree. Your breath coming back to you slowly as you panted as quietly as possible, making sure not to have a limb hanging too far off any branch in case one of them found you and were able to pull you from your spot. 

“Doll~ I know you’re around here, you left some pretty obvious footprints over here!”, Jongho called for you again, his voice scarily close. 

As you looked down towards where you had seen about three of them moments ago, you noticed they were no longer there. You panicked, glancing around the surrounding area with frantic eyes until a sharp tug on your leg had you slipping from the branch, your hands grasping a thicker branch tightly as you hung above open air.

A sharp laugh followed and you glanced down, San’s eyes shining up at you from the ground as you noticed Jongho a few branches below you. You gasped and tried to pull yourself up only to be stopped by a ‘tsk’ from above you as Yeosang popped out from around the tree, his lips tugged into a mocking smirk.

He must’ve gotten up there when you were resting, his light footsteps translating into tree climbing. You huffed a breath that was equal parts annoyed and fearful as you tried to swing yourself onto a new branch. Your efforts were quickly stopped by Yeosang who had lowered himself to the branch above yours, his legs coming down to press on your fingers. 

One hand slipped off the branch, the pain on the small bones too much for you to keep your grip. You swung dangerously over San, your body swaying like a flag in strong winds as Jongho laughed quietly at your panicked squeal when your other hand slipped just slightly. Yeosang took advantage of your fear, drawing your attention to him as he mockingly dangled his booted feet over your hand. He didn’t hold your attention for long, the rustling and snapping of branches approaching you gaining it all as you watched the rest of the boys gather around San at the base of the tree, varying degrees of amusement on their faces as Yeosang called something down to them with a smirk. The blood rushing in your ears blocked their voices as your hand slipped further, your scream catching in your throat as you fell into the open space. 

The halt in conversation was clear to you now as the murmurs stopped, your senses overloading in fear and allowing you to register your hand being held by a larger one, faces of slight concern and amusement meeting your eyes when you opened them after you gathered enough courage to unclench them. Glancing up, you met Jongho’s eyes, the sweetness in them deceiving you enough for you to call up to him as he held you steady just a meter or so above the now predatory gazes of the other boys. 

“J-Jongho please! Pull me up!”, your eyes clouded with a fresh round of tears, the boys cooing as they dripped down your cheeks slowly. 

A mocking giggle carried up the tree, Hongjoong’s smirk staring you down when you glanced down at them once more. 

“He won’t help you, bunny. He’s prepared to drop you the second I say so.”, Seonghwa seconded his statement with a laugh built of danger, “And I say so.”

The grip on your hand left instantly, your heart freezing as everything seemed to move in slow motion, Jongho’s kind eyes getting farther from you as Yeosang became a slight shadow up in the tree. Your back hit the ground with a thud seconds later, your eyes closing as you cried out in pain, your hands cradling to your chest as your breath left you all at once.

The heat of their gazes never left you once as you rocked side to side and coughed, tears slipping down your scraped cheeks rapidly as you opened your eyes slowly. Hongjoong was crouching above you as Seonghwa crouched beside him, his knife flipping tauntingly above your beaten body as you coughed some more. 

A cold hand ran over your cheek as you caught your breath, your eyes squeezing shut as the owner of the hand placed a kiss on your forehead before you were in strong arms, your eyes opening slightly to see San’s features glancing down at you every so often before the events of the night caught up to you and you were out cold. 

When your eyes blinked open next, you were back in the house, a red light surrounding you and hurting your eyes just enough for you to let out a whimper, your hands reaching to rub at your eyes only to stop halfway, a harsh press of metal against your wrists. The cold had you bolting upright as much as you could, a thick material around your neck choking you and pulling you back down to the bed with a grunt passing from between your slightly dried lips. 

“I’d stop fighting it if I were you, princess.”

“It really will do you no good, little baby.”

“Wouldn’t want to hurt our poor bunny further.”

“You say that like our dumb little pet isn’t getting punished anyways.”

A light growl from Yeosang had them all silencing, watching him as he walked up to your tied down figure on the bed. The red light made his hair look orange, the fluffiness contrasting with the darkness in his gaze as he landed a slap on your already stinging cheek. Your head snapped to the side with the force of it, a few cheers coming quietly as you huffed before fixing him with a harsh glare, your lips parting to tell him off before another slap landed and your head was flung to the other side.

Your jaw ached, tears welling up in your eyes, ready to drop at any second before a cough catches your attention. You turn your head to the end of the bed where your feet lay tied to either side, Yunho crouched between them, the colour of his eyes nearly gone as his pupils dilate when he meets your gaze.

Another cough drags your attention from the giddy smile Yunho sends your way, Wooyoung waiting for your gaze just behind him as he adjusts his obvious erection in his pants. When you meet his eyes though, he’s not adjusting and blatantly palming himself as you furrow your eyebrows, noticing the others in similar states of arousal throughout the red lit room.

A scoff left you before you could contain it, eyes darkening further around the room as the lighting seemed to dim. The silence that took over the space was unsettling, your arms unconsciously tugging at the restraints to escape the situation before large hands roughly gripped your ankles, tugging you to the limit of the chain attached to the collar they had on you. You coughed roughly, tears escaping your eyes as you lost your ability to breathe so abruptly. 

“Don’t you dare even think about telling us off. You have no power here. We do. Learn your place and learn it fast or else there’ll be bigger repercussions. We don’t want that for you, pet.”, Seonghwa’s voice was cruel as landed a few harsh slaps on your thigh from his place on the bed beside you. 

You watched him silently as he flicked his knife open, the blade appearing before it vanished in the next second, the smirk on Seonghwa’s face a warning as he moved away for Mingi to sit down beside you. His large hand stroked over your thigh where his elder had hit, his expression soft as he held a giddy smile like Yunho, who had moved up between your legs. He was nearly in contact with your core, his breath fanning against you through your pants as he shuffled even closer. Mingi watched him carefully with you, the expression on his face filled with much more love and adoration for the man between your legs opposed to the confusion and fear in your own as you watched the tall men carefully. 

The others were much less focused on the two up close and personal with you, their collective gaze on your expressions, studying every face you made to gauge the situation. 

“It’s time we start this properly boys. Get ready, bunny.”

You whimpered as your collar was tugged on harder, your wrists tugging against the restraints once more as Seonghwa approached you once the two cleared your personal space. The smirk on his pretty lips was only cruel and dangerous as he knelt above you, his head tilted as he watched you struggle below him. 

“We’re gonna have so much fun, pet.”

His voice echoed through your head as you allowed yourself to cry. The night's events overwhelmed you so suddenly, the blade slicing shallowly through your skin on your torso doing nothing but numbing you slowly as they broke you down, bit by bit. One at a time. Maybe they did love you, but as you closed your eyes and a slap landed on your cheek, Hongjoong’s disappointed expression hovering over your pained one before a sharp hit to the back of your head had you out cold. 

You would never really know how that night portrayed their love for you, but you knew for certain, you would never love them back. 

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also, happy ateez day! and thanks for reading :)

I love having parasocial relationships with my mutuals like yea we don’t talk at all but that is literally my homie I don’t get how that’s hard to understand

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day 10 · 「four-letter word」

❝𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝.❞

➥ Coworker!Minho x Reader (f) — 3k

➥ The author chooses not to tag every single act to preserve some element of surprise where applicable. By continuing, you accept to read at your own risk. Read full disclaimer here.

⚠ — Intense hate sex, impact play, choking, objectifying language.

➥ He thinks you’re a Granger level know-it-all. You think he’s a Malfoy level showoff. That tension is either going to resolve with a punch on his fucking beautiful face, or…

Excellent dinner at the Michelin-rated restaurant of a hotel out of the city. Everyone at the table sharply dressed looking fine as hell. Three men representing the potential client firm having a great time, laughing, drinking, completely clueless of the storm brewing in front of them because across the table the atmosphere was tense as fuck behind the saccharine smiles four people were flashing.

Everybody at work knew you and Minho were at each other’s throats every chance you got. It wasn’t some rival shit anymore, but more like you belonged to families with generations of blood feud between them, scheming, poaching, doing whatever was necessary to have the upper hand over the other. Even though your new CEO was alerted of the heavy beef between you two, she ordered you to figure your shit out and assigned you both as account executives since you and Minho had a rep for being the ‘closers’ of the firm.

This dinner was of vital importance. The clients in question were going to bring in hundreds of thousands, which meant a lot was at stake to endure a temper tantrum of you two, so you were strictly instructed to behave at all costs. Your direct supervisors were sitting on either side of you as babysitters-turned-bomb defusers, trying to conceal their nervous sweating to the best of their ability. They just wanted to get this shit over with as soon as they could so that they could go back to their rooms upstairs and ask for retirement or something the next day.

“Stop trying to fucking undermine me in front of these people,” you whispered into Minho’s ear, your perfect smile leaving no room to suspect homicidal intent, “We’re equals here.”

“You seem to think that a lot, but I’m yet to see you land an account yourself when I’m in the game,” he reciprocated equally quietly. His cheekbones were so charmingly raised that to an outsider it actually looked like you were classily flirting.

“God, I hate you.”

“I hate you more.”

You couldn’t fucking stand the guy to the extent that you wanted to have a violent street fight with him no holds barred. Arrogant fuck thinking he was the shit, on your ass every minute of every day as if someone was paying him to annoy you.

“Well, Mr. Lee made one compelling case, and I’m afraid we won’t be able to resist anymore,” one of the three men reached for his glass, “Shall we make a toast for our new partnership?”

Your heart fell to your stomach, but you glued your cracking façade as much as you could and joined the celebration. Shortly after, you apologized for not feeling well, which technically wasn’t a lie at all, and politely excused yourself from the table so that you could go back to your room and scream into a pillow.

Mr. Lee? Mr. fucking Lee made a compelling case? It was your case that you built with your bare hands. It was your strategy that drove this whole thing home. All this motherfucker did was to manipulate the conversation so that he would be the one to get your points across, and Mr. Lee was the reason they couldn’t fucking resist?!

You were stomping in the hallway of your floor when you heard the ding of the other elevator and hurried steps behind you, and the scent of his cologne reached you before he could.

“Don’t even,” you pointed your finger at Minho menacingly, nostrils flared, eyes widened, pure rage written all over your face.

“Listen—”

“I’m not listening to shit,” you spat through your clenched teeth, “God, I wanna fucking punch you in the mouth!”

“Is your fist shaped like your pussy because I’m kinda into that shit,” he brazenly uttered, successfully managing to quadruple your fury.

“Fuck you, Minho!”

“Hey!”

He grabbed you from your wrist and trapped you against a wall so that you would stay in your place.

“Just when the fuck are you going to admit you have the hots for me?” he asked seriously, eyes a little squinted but with genuine curiosity in them.

“The fuck are you on about?” you retorted, exasperation dripping from your voice.

“I’m talking about this massive sexual tension we have,” his smirk grew wider, and you could feel the amount of venom boiling in your stomach with how annoyed you were, “You’re so fucking weak for me, your knees start shaking every time I walk into a room.”

“Out of anger, yes. I wanna roundhouse kick your stupid face!”

“You’re sure you’re gonna land that? You’ve been missing the point a lot lately.”

It was as if he was doing it on purpose. He wasn’t even pushing a certain button; Minho was straight up keyboard smashing at this point, and your rage finally got the best of you.

“Just what the FUCK do you want from me?!”

You had every intention of landing a heartfelt slap on that porcelain skin you couldn’t stand looking at, but all you could see was your hand stopped midair by Minho’s inhumane reflexes. You pushed him away from his chest, panting out of your nose, and all your blood was rushing to your face whereas Minho’s was rushing to…

…his crotch.

You thought your eyes were playing a trick on you for a second, but it was impossible not to notice. His raging hard on was quite literally staring at you, so much so that your attention was channeled to it in the middle of a frantic fit.

“Oh my god, you weren’t kidding,” you uttered in an eerily calm tone compared to moments ago, “You’re actually into that shit.”

The Lee Minho a.k.a the crassest and most shameless motherfucker you’d ever come across was getting flustered right in front of your face all of a sudden. He swallowed thickly as if he was getting called out about something drastically embarrassing, and now you had a theory you needed to prove.

“You go to such ridiculous lengths for it. You want me to get mad at you,” you squinted your eyes and took a step towards him, “You fucking get off to that, don’t you?”

“Stop that,” Minho threateningly uttered and started walking away to his own room right next to yours.

Oh, there was no way you were going to let this go. 

You followed suit after him with a maniacally content smile and started forcefeeding him multiple doses of his own medicine.

“You want to fuck the shit out of me, but you can’t bring yourself to initiate it.” 

“Stop it.”

“You want me to make a move.”

“I said stop it.”

“You hate how much you want me.”

“This is your last warning. Shut the fuck up before I blow your back out,” Minho turned around foaming at the mouth, but you weren’t exactly sure which one of the two possibilities that was induced by.

“Yeah? Or else, what, you’re gonna show me my place?”

“Yes, I will,” he gritted his teeth, eyes widening even more. 

His pupils were so blown wide that it was actually laughable. You let out a derisive snort and took three steps to reach your door.

“I’m right here if you want to obliterate me,” you taunted nonchalantly and faced him, “but it’s not happening if you can’t swallow your pride. I’m never gonna cave first.”

When you swiped the keycard on the door and pushed the handle down, you could almost hear someone doing a countdown in the distance as if some rocket was about to be launched.

Five, four, three, two, one…

“You fucking…”

Less than a second later, you felt Minho’s hand on your shoulder turning you around, and your lips were under fire by his. You yanked on his tie to pull him inside, and after slamming the door close, you started ripping clothes off of each other, not as a figure of speech at all. Buttons breaking, zippers rupturing, fabric tearing, biting, grunting, jaws clenching. Remove the libido, and you were actually having a physical altercation right then and there.

“Yes, having you hate me is the biggest fucking kink I have, you happy now? You’re so fucking hot when you’re angry,” Minho slammed you against a wall even though there was a perfectly fine bed right in front of him, “It’s fucking annoying how beautiful you are. I’m gonna absolutely dishevel that face.”

He had a pretty good head start by smearing your lipstick all over with how hard he was kissing you, sloppy, wet, adamant to ruin your makeup in full. You were groping each other everywhere, and the difference was so subtle—the line between wanting to bruise each other and not being able to get enough of one another was so blurry that no sane person would be able to discern it.

His grunts turned animalistically guttural when he finally felt your slick at his fingertips, absolutely drooling over how slippery it was already.

“You hate me, huh?” he hysterically laughed, “Then what the fuck is this?”

When he landed a slap on your pussy, even you yourself didn’t expect to moan that loudly. The obscenely wet sound it made, the pleasant sizzle that spread, the feeling of being desired in such a twisted way…

You loved this.

“Do it again,” you breathily demanded.

And Minho’s knees almost gave way seeing how much you seemed to enjoy it.

“You’re a fucking sicko. God, you’re so my type.” 

He slapped your pussy once more, then his hands started kneading your ass with his mouth glued to yours as though he was trying to memorize the exact shape of your lips, practically gnawing on them. You promptly felt a fuller impact on the supple skin of your hips, slowly burning in the shape of Minho’s palm.

“Rip me to shreds,” you snarled, craving something sicker to rush through your veins, but Minho’s hesitation was flashing all over his face.

“You can’t take it back if I start.”

“Do it.”

“You actually want to get yourself decimated?” 

“Fucking do it!!!”

“Then hit me.”

For a moment, you couldn’t be sure if he really meant it or not. The exact shade of doubt colored your eyes and forced a pause in your movements.

“I’m dead serious. Do it,” Minho put an end to your equivocation.

This was your chance to avenge everything that had ever happened. 

You mustered all the times he made your life a living hell, all the frustration he had ever caused you, and all the times he scored unfair goals within your palm and struck him on the face really hard.

You quite literally had daydreamed about this more times than you were willing to admit, so the satisfaction that coursed through your body was dizzying. Nevertheless, even in that darkness, how Minho started seeing red was so obvious, and that tinge of fear was pumping excess doses of adrenaline into your veins.

“Oh, I’m gonna wear you like a fucking sleeve,” he quietly hissed, barely giving you any notice to brace yourself.

One of his hands harshly wrapping a leg around his waist and the other aligning himself with your oozing hole, Minho rammed himself into you at full force, and stretching you was not even the least of his concerns.

“You deserve to get fucked in all your holes,” he spoke through gritted his teeth, “Maybe you’ll finally shut the fuck up!”

No mercy. Sharpest thrusts you ever felt in your life impaling you, full of rage, full of fury, full of fatal lust, just full, erasing the distinction between pain and pleasure for good.

You hated this guy. You hated his guts more than anything in this world. He was the worst. Worse than a raging criminal. Lee Minho as a human being was a pet peeve of yours.

Then why did it feel like he was completing you?

“You want me, too,” he slithered his fingers into your hair, “God, you want me so fucking bad. You’re dripping wet.”

Yes, you apparently did. You just had no idea how much up until this moment.

You wrapped your hands around his throat and sank your fingertips deeper when he yanked on your hair. He was still trying to kiss you, throbbing hard inside you as you were choking him. The tighter your grip got, the more aggressive his kisses became, tugging on the flesh until your lips were raw.

“I so wanna fuck that mouth, but I can’t let go of your cunt,” his voice came out somewhere between a whine and a grunt, “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

His thrusts suddenly turned more frantic, and he was hitting so deep inside that you could almost feel him in the pit of your stomach. Minho had reached a whole new level of frenzy that even if you wanted to put up a front just to mess with the satisfaction he got from dismantling you, you were physically unable to do it. Your moans were alarmingly loud, and if your supervisors heard you at this moment, they would be convinced you were finally trying to murder each other.

“What? What is it? Didn’t expect it to feel that good, did you?” he jeered, extremely content with how he was diminishing you into this panting drooling mess, “How does it feel having the best fuck of your life with the man you absolutely despise? How does it feel, huh?!”

It happened so fast that you couldn’t even process how Minho lifted you up and threw you on the mattress behind him. He stood tall right by the edge of the bed, throwing your legs over his shoulder, and started going to town on you. The only piece of skin you were able to reach was his thighs, and you were scratching them so hard that you were about to draw blood.

“It feels like the best kind of hell,” you answered his question with a grin on your face.

And Minho was gone.

You had never seen someone orgasm that hard before. Deep, husky growls coming so deep from his throat like he was in pain when in fact he was getting high on the most intense kind of ecstasy, his entire body convulsing, sweat trickling down his fantastic figure onto your chest, and his eyes squeezed shut as he spilled and spilled and spilled inside you. He came so much as if he had been saving all his load for you all his life, for this precise moment to fill you up, to watch it gush out of you like a thick coat of varnish over a magnificent work of art.

Partly due to how most of his strength was gone, partly because how his hunger wasn’t satiated at all, Minho dropped to his knees in front of you, salivating over how your cunt was sodden with him and throbbing for more.

“You’re finally where you deserve to be,” you propped up on your elbows and pushed his face into you, “Clean up your mess.”

You said Clean up, but Minho heard Get as messy as you can. He closed his mouth over your soaked folds and started circling his tongue around your swollen clit, ruining the sheets under you with your slick, his cum, and the coat of spit he was covering you with. He was lost in sheer rapture, sucking your soul out of you with his eyes closed, making lewd sounds of contentment while feasting on you to repletion.

“Not enough,” he licked a long drag from your entrance to your clit, “Not… fucking… enough.”

His slender fingers prodded your entrance and slid inside with absolute lack of difficulty, caressing the engorged walls while fucking his cum as deep into you as he could. His sucks had morphed into slippery glides of his tongue to get you to throb in his mouth, slipping in a sneaky kiss here and there while fingering you hard.

“Do it,” he spoke into your pussy like a desperate moan, eyes refusing to open at any cost to bask in this fever dream a while longer, “Let it go. Do it on my face.”

You clenched as hard as you could as he kept stimulating a dangerously delicious spot inside you, his tongue still at work on your folds, and you kept imagining the same thing over and over again to win this mental battle. 

Lee Minho’s face. Drenched with you. Dripping down his chin. Disheveled to pulchritude.

When he started moaning into you, you couldn’t take it anymore and completely let go, dousing all his irritatingly handsome features with your cum. Minho was in love with the perfect mess he created out of you, still kissing and licking every inch, risking a severe case of overstimulation, but it was worth it. He let you savor the concoction you contrived together with a kiss long and deep, much tamer than anything you’d done to each other thus far. 

It tasted like a seamless medley on your tongue.

It took a long while for both of you to cool down and come to your senses. Once the breathing sounds echoing in the room turned down to a humane rhythm, your voice penetrated the thick silence.

“Why do you hate me so much, Minho?”

He took one glance at you and got up from the bed, then put on one of the bathrobes in the closet in front of him.

“Haven’t you ever heard of boys pulling the hair of the girls they like?” he spoke with his usual annoyingly teasing tone while picking up his shredded clothes from the floor, “Get a fucking grip and open your eyes. I’m not gonna spell this out for you.”

Your heart fell to your stomach again as Minho left the room, but quite differently than the way it did earlier that night.

All this time, you were sure what you were feeling for each other was a four-letter word.

But maybe the vowel you had bought was the wrong one.

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My first ever Starbucks drink!

YOOOOOONIEEEEEEEEE YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! even i havent had one yet kekeke

was it good?!

I love theseeee! Ty for the tag ♥

RULES: when you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!

One Day At A Time- ATEEZ

DOODLE- Changbin of SKZ

Kiss Me Baby- E'LAST

Sector 1- ATEEZ

DJANGO- ATEEZ

tags for those who may wanna join in: (no pressure ♥)

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RULES: When you get this you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, then tag 10 people!!

Here we go, love my on Repeat playlist:

Volcano - HAN (once we get this on Spotify I will never stop listening)

Stupid for you - Waterparks

Blood Orange - The Wldlfe

Pass the Nirvana - Pierce the Veil

Yo No Soy Celoso - Bad Bunny

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