#its my first hate sex blurb n itll make sense if it flops LMAO

[chandisiacs]

[1:33pm] three fingers in, hands weaved on your throat like a choker, saliva trickling down your sore lips, and minho’s gaze boring fire into the back of your own skull. a mixture of these four things all happened within a span of ten minutes (well, twelve minutes, if you count the heated argument minho and you shared through that intense kiss), and the only thought that swirled in your mind while you struggled to hide the pleasure from him was, “fuck, he is good.” 

“you know, it’s funny,” minho chuckled bitterly through his hooded bangs, digging his fingers deeper into your throat. he’s every bit satisfied when a choke escapes from your mouth, but the moan you let out from the arousal that soars through his restriction got to the best of him. scoffing, he tilts his head in means to mock you, and juts out his lower lip, “you were out there slutshaming me in those halls, spreading all those rumors of me, when you still haven’t gotten a taste of me. now that you’re having me, are your rumors true then?” he inches closer to you and hums lightly, yet his voice lacing with venom. “am i a needy little slut who sleeps for attention, or are you just telling the people that because you don’t want them to admit it’s actually you?” 

he curls his fingers deeper into your core, and you let out a strained cry that had you grasping the wall pathetically in attempts to pull yourself together. sweat began to form on your neck by this time, and your breaths quickened by each clench of his fingers in you and each degradation spilling from his poison-filled lips. you hate to admit it, but he was true. the only reason why you filled the school hallways with rumors about lee minho being the biggest slut in the campus, it was only so that it could drive the impending rumors about you fooling around too. minho is the bigger slut. he has a bigger body count, and he even comes to class filled with hickeys and sore thighs from the last fucking session he had with some person. 

he’s the bigger slut, and you’re convinced that he’ll stay one. perfect for the next round of gossip. 

with every bit of energy you could muster, you looked up at minho despite feeling absolutely weak on your knees, and spat back something that could hopefully penetrate him just like you did to him in front of everybody else. “yeah, i’m a slut, alright, but at least i don’t beg to be fucked, unlike you.” 

a painful silence ensues after that spiteful comeback, and when you thought you had penetrated him, you didn’t realize that you just made it worse. hard gaze still fixated on you, he pulls his fingers out of you, and revives the air back on your throat as he backs away from where he pinned you against the wall. your knees were beginning to give up on you from the stretch of his fingers in you, but you were too confused to care about the soreness that would smear hours later. your eyes widened when minho shrugged the school’s blazer off, undid his buttons, and unbuckled his belt, and while a little part of you liked that, you still fixated your gaze on him nonetheless, excited for what your spite has driven him. 

“you want to have it that way? fine.” was all that minho said, before stripping his button-down loose and rolling his shoulders back, as if he was warming up for a challenge. with slow steps, he approaches towards you, and before you could even blink, you’re suddenly on your knees, and your chin is gripped tightly to even with minho’s gaze which blazed brightly with determination and lust. “let’s just see who’ll beg so desperately to be fucked, shall we?”