Hellscape High

On brand

⚠️ (&probably longer chapter)

"Hey"

Jisung said, sliding into the abbandoned bathroom on the sixth floor:

"I'm out of addys"

"Already?" smirked Minho back:
"Pretty sure you came here two days ago..."

"Blablabla can't hear you over my amazing playlist"

"Gimme"

Jisung handed him an airpod and jumped on the sink, their now signature spot.

"Like me by Chase icon?? Seriously? Are you ever not on brand?"

"Bet you're no better. What's your last listened song, new guy?"

"....Rollin' by Limp Bizkit"

"See?? I'm not the only one"

she louldy protested.
Jisung actually had no idea who Limd... Bizizikit(?) was. They just assumed it was some punk/metal bullshit.

Minho sighed.

"Got me there"

"So... Addys"

Jisung said, showing an open hand:

"I actually have a test right now so I might take one"

"No fucking way, me too"

"Let's both take one"

Minho picked up an orange pill and placed it between his teeth.
With an amused sparkle in his eyes, he got closer to Ji, as a taunt.

Take it if you want it

Jisung chuckled.

"You idiot"

And as their lips met, a flood of memories killed every other thought in her brain...

A week prior...

To say that Minho was rough would be an understatement. Jisung could barely breathe in their very restricted face down, ass up position and yet he was enjoying every second of the experience. She had thought Minho would be unexperienced, coming from Christian school. That they would've had to take it slow, that she would've had to take the lead.

They couldn't have been more wrong.

"How do you know all this, new guy?" it had slipped out of his lips, once it was over.

"I've hung around enough horny gays to know how it's done" he had chuckled back.

And Jisung could do nothing but let moans roll out of his tongue, brain turning into mush as Minho's strong hands pressed into their skin, as if he wanted it to remember his touch for eternity. There would be bruises but Jisung didn't care....it was all oh, so good...

And then came the moment. That heat, pooling in her lower belly and rising up....their eyes rolled back and they knew he was about to be hit with a tidal wave of pleasure.

"I-"

They tried to say but a strong thrust turned the rest of the sentence into an acute whine.

"I know baby bee" Minho groaned:
"I can feel it"

His hand ran down his back, to his nape and closed on their throat. Jisung's eyes shot open, the lack of oxygen hitting them with a desperation she had never felt before.

"Who do you belong to?" Minho asked, pressing down on him.

Jisung let out a choked noise. She was so close, he just wanted to come, just wanted to...

"Say it" he hissed.

For reasons Jisung didn't know, what Min was saying made tingles rise in his whole body. Overstimulation was hitting hard, their legs were trembling and a tiny stain of saliva tinted his cushion darker.

"I'm yours" she finally said:
"All yours"

As soon as the last "s" left their mouth the orgasm hit. The biggest one she had ever felt in their life.

Now...

Jisung captured the pill and dropped from the sink, flustered. Why had it all come back to her in that precise moment?

"Hey, you allright?" Min asked softly, placing his chin on her shoulder.

The closeness of him...his tickling breath on their neck...

No. I need you to fuck me again.

But that was rude, was it?

Since when do I care?

She thought, almost upset at themselves.

"Listen" he said carefully:
"What if...this saturday you come over for like...pizza. And then..."

They turned around and placed their arms around Minho's neck, her body pressed against him:

"...you could spend the night"

They raised his gaze, a calculated and practiced pair of doe eyes landing in the other's black holes.

"Nah" he said.

Jisung froze.

"W-what?"

Minho shrugged:
"Nah"

Then he casually took a cigarette between two fingers and started looking for his lighter as a shocked Jisung stared.

"But-"

"Listen, baby bee. I know you're used to pricks who think with their dick but... I'm not like that. So...nah"

Anger started to rise in Jisung's stomach. See...Jisung felt disrespected. Noone had ever denied her like this. And after such a good night? Blasphemy to refuse a second round.

"But... if you really, really want me... You have to do something for me in return"

Minho stated, a dangerous look in his eyes.

Jisung sighed. Was it embarassing to admit? Yes. But was it true? Yes. Jisung wanted Minho. Really, really wanted him.

"Spit it out"

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AUTHOR FUN FACT!!

This chapter took SO LONG to write cuz idk how to write smut properly💀 someone help why did I decide to write this story-