Intoxicating [VMinkook]

Ninety Nine

Love Talk - Wayv

The bathroom door stall slams shut, locking it behind the two bodies getting inside. The blonde of the two is slammed against the wall, a hand on their jaw to keep their head pinned back while Minho sneers his gaze down at them.

Tigresa's eyes are dark and intense, a raging lust of desire glittering behind them as their hands grips Minho's wrist with a deep scowl.

"A little hostile aren't we?"

Minho only narrows his eyes and let's his thumb find Tigresa's bottom lip, dragging it down before letting it go. The heavy pants coming out his their lips now is more audible and the obvious desperation is growing uncontrollable despite how hard they tried to hide it.

However Minho's goal wasn't to fuck.

No, not yet at least.

But he was going to have some fun with this.

Without saying anything more, he presses their lips aggressively together, instantly reacting with Tigresa digging their fingers through his hair in complete with a satisfying groan.

No, kissing Tigresa is not the same like kissing the other alters at all. Tigresa knows how to kiss real good, and it's the type to draw you in. To feel something and a hard pinch to the pit of one's abdomen.

To feel needy for them.

Only them.

Minho was most definitely starting to feel side tracked to his actual purpose in doing this in the first place, but whenever he tries to get the upper hand Tigresa instantly has him melting again.

It's almost as though they know when he's going to get his composure, and then they strike. Either with their tongue grinding against his in his mouth, grinding against his pelvis, or how Tigresa's two rough hands clasps Minho's face to refuse for their lips to part.

Maybe that's what makes this so hard for Minho, seeing how desperate the other is for him.

And he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same thing.

If anything, worse.

Minho's large hands trails down to their ass, gripping tightly that forced a hiss from Tigresa's lips with their grip on his hair growing tighter.

What makes this much more intense is the fact that they refuse to speak, letting only their lips do that instead. The more Minho molds their mouths together, the more he liked it. The more he craved to not stop it. To let himself completely lose his mind to the lustful alter.

Even if it's at a stupid bathroom stall of a theater.

However what Tigresa didn't know was that Minho thrives off a good competition. No matter how driven of that sexual high he is fueled with now, his mind only forms into a scene of competing.

This being the match; who will make the others snap first.

So through the lust rush, Minho became rougher in determination. He trails his hand to capture the outline of their body until he reaches their hips, with both hands.

He slowed the heated pace, gripping their body closer to his and deepened every moment of his lips against Tigresa's with something more than just lust.

This being something Tigresa is not use to.

They're not use to this careful way of affection that Minho is bleeding through, almost as though he's inhaling their mouth to the last skin so they would never forget how perfectly Minho's lips once fit against theirs.

Tigresa was getting incredibly turned on by it.

Minho found his way tracing his lips down their neck, kissing delicately the goosebumps on their skin, from time to time grazing his soft mouth before pecking the sensitive skin.

And that's until he bit onto a specific spot.

"Ah!" Tigresa yelps, mixed almost with a moan as their fingers trembled and their pelvis pushes forward against his, "Right there."

Minho smiles against his skin and moves a rough hand to grip their jaw, keeping them pinned back against the wall while tilting it to give more space, "I already knew that."

With so much hunger he sucks and bites their neck, almost as though he's been starving for their skin for years. Tigresa had to bite down their palm just to not make so many loud noises, by now seeing so many fucking stars by how frustrated they are.

The sexual tension is building up and Minho was already moaning quietly against Tigresa's lips once they met again, a little more desperate than before.

"Am I still not your type?"

Tigresa grips his hair and pulls his face closer so their lips are smashing onto each other, not giving space for even oxygen to come in. Minho's hands trails to their thighs and hoists them up against the wall, grinding between their legs that forced Tigresa to whine in almost a sob to the friction.

"No," Tigresa mutters out, sighing heavily when Minho trails his hand to outline their dick, "But I want you so bad."

And there it is.

The confession.

The way Tigresa completely lost in keeping their composure.

Minho won.

Oh the satisfaction he felt by hearing those words had him screaming on the inside, but instead all he did was pull his lips away yet nearly chokes upon seeing the face of his lover.

Well, Tigresa isn't his lover but ah, you know what I mean!

Blonde hair messily in reckless waves, wide eyes glittering in ways he has never seen before, mouth completely swollen pink and heavy pants of utter want for more. Almost like a trance that draws you in to crave for more.

But Minho will not give in.

Not yet at least.

He got what he wanted, and this is only the beginning.

So he smirks broadly and leans forward, pressing his lips against theirs for one last time for the night. He gave this last kiss his all; The complete tenderness of his emotions, the vulnerability to just how much this means to him, how they all mean to him. It was the type of kiss that would kill one with butterflies and not hunger for lust, to just want more of this innocent feeling of giddiness to make one feel young and just so free.

By the time Minho pulled away, Tigresa's eyes were fluttering close but then opens once again, looking between Minho's eyes with silent lips. The more their stare lingers, the heavier this feeling felt.

And it was too much for Tigresa to digest.

"You smart fucker did it," They mutter under their breath, slowly removing their legs from around Minho's torso to stand properly now, arms crossed over their chest, "You're good, I'll give you that."

Oh the way Minho is grinning is clearly clawing under Tigresa's skin, being all smug as he places a hand beside their head while still staring into their eyes.

"Trust me, that's not the only thing I'm good at," He snickers mischievously, ruffling with Tigresa's hair before turning around, "Let's go, have to take Cinderella home after all."

He could see the deep scowl on Tigresa's face as he walks out of the stall, not letting that feeling that he accomplished something rub off so easily.

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A/N:
A little intense there haha

Seems like they're getting along super well! :)

Haha well next chapter is 100!

Let's see how it goes!!

I PURPLE YOU! <33