𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞 ᵗᵐʳ ᵃᵘ

Chapter 7: Fantasies in Paris

Mild violence, Idk + some smut scenes in a book 🙃

WE didn't actually leave the hotel today so I couldn't go find a pharmacy. I didn't really wanna go alone or ask anyone to come with me if we weren't planning on leaving the hotel. It'll be fine though. I should probably get some sleep because I haven't slept for two nights already.

I changed into my pyjamas and walked into the bedroom. Sadly, Minho was already in bed. We stared at each other for a second before I grabbed a pillow off the bed and went to the couch. I'm not sharing a bed with him.

I grabbed a blanket from the bed as well, got one of my books and made myself comfortable on the couch. Minho was already acting weird so... yeah...

Twisted Love

"Don't make a sound" he warned. "This is an important call." The flames of desire burned hotter. I should be upset that he was on a business call of all things while fucking me, but I was so turned on I couldn't see straight. There was something so dirty and delicious about fucking while his partners prattled on, clueless.
Alex's thrusts picked up a steady, punishing rhythm-

"What the fuck are you reading?" Minho asked and I shut my book. I didn't even realize he was standing behind me right now. I could feel my face heating up.

"I- Uh... Nothing," I peeped.

"Are you reading porn?" I didn't respond, I just threw my book at him. He smirked. "At least I know now where your desires lay."

"Fuck you."

"I bet you want bookmen to do that to you."

"I hate you."

"It's mutual." He picked up my book and started reading ALOUD. "I was on the couch itself, my hips draped over the arm, my face buried in the cushions, my rock-hard-" I had jumped on him. He yelped.

He threw me over his shoulders and threw me back on the couch. I'm pretty sure I looked like a tomato at this point. The bitch started reading again. God, this is why I hate him. "-my rock-hard nipples and swollen c-"

This time I grabbed the book.

"Minho!" I yelled, and he chuckled.

"Now I know why you're still single," Minho said and my skin practically fucking paled. No. The reason why I was still single was not because of my books. "What's wrong? You turned from a tomato into bread." I slapped him over the head with my book.

"Just go to sleep, Minho," I sighed.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"You read my book aloud," I stated.

"I read your fantasies aloud," He corrected.

"They're not fantasies."

"They so are."

"Nuh-uh."

"Yuh uh."

"Good night, Minho. Actually, no, shitty night for you. I hope you can't sleep," I grumbled and he laughed before walking into the bedroom. God, he's annoying.

"Have fun reading about your sex fantasies while you're on holiday." He shouted from the room and I groaned. I wanna choke him. Six feet underground.

That may be a bit harsh. Maybe not death. That guy is just so insufferable it's painful. God, at least tomorrow I'll be able to get away from him. Sometimes I just wanna die, you know? Like, there's not really a big reason other than not being good enough, being the reason your mother is dead and the reason your dad left- Anyways, I feel like death is just the answer to some of my problems.