[M] Final (1/1)

You groan after running your fingers through your hair quickly, "You're such a fucking asshole, like, do you know that? Are you aware of that?" your spitting the words out at him exasperatedly, sounding annoyed.     You're so tired of having to deal with the same shit. You and Mino hate each other, everyone knows that much. It's normal for you two to be separated in class, even on the occasional field trip seeing as you two can't be in a room for five simple minutes without causing a scene.     There's just something about his thick eyebrows that are always raised comically at you that makes you want to rip the hairs from them, individually. Same goes for Mino when you force out that harsh scoff that pisses him off so much. He has to hold back from pushing you up against a wall in anger when he hears it. As of late, he's been failing at doing so.     The consistent feud between you two has been dragging on for two years. You're tired now. You want to hash it out already, or better yet, completely forget about each other.     "Move on."    That's what your best friend had groaned out at you one day at lunch. You were, at first, talking about going to a party excitedly, only for your words to die out halfway before you complained about Mino being there. When the words left your friends mouth you were taken aback. She was right. The feud was getting old now, the thought was like a random wake up call you didn't know you needed.     Which is why you're here, in the boy's locker room. Football practice has ended, the field deserted, but you knew he'd be here. He's always the last to leave. With angry steps you marched into the room, your mouth hauled up in a snarl.     Today Mino went too far. Pranks on each other were normal, spreading false rumors about each other was the most common offense, but what Mino did today was far beyond anything you two have ever done - at least to you. Your best friend disagreed. She thought the prank was harmless and that you were overreacting.     "You just want an excuse to see him." she had said when you informed her about the confrontation you were planning in the locker room. You had ignored her words with a roll of your eyes. What bullshit.     You expect him to start raising his voice too, but he stays silent for a while.    Soon, he just rolls his eyes, "As if you don't like it." he mumbled his words under his breath but you still heard it all. He doesn't say anything else, just continues to pack his things in the gym bag at his feet.     "Excuse me?" you're fuming now, your fists clenched tightly at your sides.     Mino sighs loudly from his seat on the bench. He gets up to face you and you swallow hard. You hate when this happens. It was always easier to be angry when he wasn't looking directly at your face, or worse into your eyes like he's doing right now.     "I know what this is all about." his words are so confident and you can't help but scoff and you're happy that his face tightens at the sound.      "Well, then, what exactly is this all about?" you exaggerate your last words, voice dripping in sarcasm.     He starts taking steps towards you, stopping a few inches away from your face wearing a disgustingly attractive smirks as he looks down at you.     "You want me so bad," he pauses and searches your eyes for some type of reaction but you just raise your eyebrow at him, "don't act like it's not true." God, he sounds like your best friend.     "It is." you state simply and his smirk widens into a full on grin and you speak up again, "but you got it all wrong," you pause just to relish in the sight of his grin dropping and his lips falling into a thin line, "you're the one that wants me."    He grimaces at the smirk on your lips. "You're so full of shit, I swear."    "I know you have problems with facing the truth but - "    The words stop in your throat as he leans into you and instinctively you step back until your back is a mere centimeter form colliding into the lockers behind you. It all happened in a fast second and you swallow the lump that built up in your throat form that short moment. You let out a breathless laugh, trying to dissolve all the aroused feelings stirring inside you.     "Really?"    "Why'd you stop?" he says immediately after you finish speaking. He isn't smirking, but you can see the amusement swirling in his eyes.     "Maybe because you just attacked me."    He sighs loudly, sounding greatly annoyed and you grin. You're winning.     "So, this really doesn't turn you on, like, at all?" he says after wrapping his fingers around your throat. The way his rough hands slid up your throat putting pressure right below your chin makes your mind go blank for a moment. His grip isn't hard, but it surely isn't gentle either. You forcefully clear all your sinful thoughts to the best of your ability. You almost want to cuss as you feel yourself begin to become wet down there.     "Nope, not at all." you answer coolly and his eyes narrow. He takes one step, you take one back, and now he has you pressed against the cool lockers with his hand still around your throat. He looks down at you for a while and you almost give up at the sight of his hooded dark eyes.     This situation is dangerous, you shout in your head. You need to escape now before it's too late. However, before you can even inhale to speak, Mino does so before you.     "Not even this?" he asks while gliding his hands up to hold your chin between his fingers. His thumb is very close to touching you lips and you can feel it brush against them. You're starting to stifle whimpers and you know it's too late now.    "Not even that." you answer at first casually but your sentences ends breathlessly. You can still fill his thumb under your bottom lip and internally grin. You've seen him this close before, but he's usually screaming harsh words in your face not cradling you. You're not used to these actions. However, you're not about to lose here, especially not Mino of all people.      "What about you?" you ask, grin fully out and spread proudly across your lips for him to see. You lift your own hand to grasp his wrist and move it closer to your mouth, pushing his thumb between your lips and suck on it hard.    You lap your tongue underneath and move your head more downward to get his entire thumb in your mouth. After a short while, you slowly pull your head back, the thumb sliding from between your lips. "Not turned on?" you ask playfully.     You look up from underneath your eyelashes and Mino and staring right at you. His whole body is tense. You can see the muscles on his arms flex when you lick your lips. One of you is about to give in and you are certain it won't be you.     You see Mino close his eyes before sighing. Your eyes shine but you keep your mouth closed to prevent a squeal from coming out. He's losing it and watching him fall apart in front of you is more satisfying that you thought, especially over something so minimal. You didn't know you had this kind of effect of him.

Your satisfaction only lasts for so long.     Mino walks forward and you two are flushed against each other again. His forehead is against yours, "You've always been a tease." he mutters, his breath fluttering over your lips. His lips ghost over yours before gliding down lower to chin, jaw, and then neck.

Mino dives his head into your neck, but he doesn't fully place his lips on your skin. His lips just subtly brush against it sometimes, leaving goose bumps all over your skin.     His hand is now on your side, underneath your shirt rubbing slowly up and down on your skin. His hand is so big and warm, sometimes coming up to brush against your bra, but not quite.     "I don't know," he breathes, "I just don't believe you."    You swallow as quickly as possible, "Well you should." you looked and bite your lip blissfully, thankful that he can't see your face right now. You're sure that you're cheeks are at least pink right now but you can't be sure. You're warm all over and it's too hard to tell, especially when Mino's hand begins to slide down further.    Thankfully, he doesn't go underneath your pants but stays on the outside, gliding his hand down your sides while his fingertips press down lightly on your ass.     He moves his lips to a lower spot on your neck, at the bottom of your neck and you freeze. He knows that there's something sensitive about that spot and you can feel him smirk against your skin. Just the thought of him abusing that spot has you biting on your lip harder to supress the whimper that was threatening to come out.     He pressed his lips down on that spot and you hold your breath bracing it for it, but he doesn't do anything. Instead he moves to your ear kissing and sucking around the area and then breaths lightly in it and subconsciously you shut your eyes tightly while tiny whimpers spill from your lips. Holding back is only getting harder and harder.     "Why don't you just admit it?"    You open your eyes slowly and try to breath evenly, "There's nothing to admit." you say those words while looking at his face and you wish he was still nosing your neck. It's going to be impossible to sound natural with him this close to your face.     "I know your lying," he looks into you eyes while his hands hold onto your waist, "I know everything."    You're confused now and partially excited to see where this conversation is heading. What exactly does he know? He sounds like he's talking about something other than the obvious fact that you want him buried so deep inside you right now that you wouldn't be able to catch your breath. You bite your lip at the thought, ready to end your charade and get this over with, but you don't.     "I know you lay in bed at night, spread your legs and push your pretty little fingers in yourself thinking about me." his eyes refuse to look elsewhere, preferring to bore directly into yours. "Don't you?"    You shake your head, completely against the idea of trying to speak right now. The tension is thicker than ever and you can't stop thinking about how he has you pressed against that locker in an empty locker room. No one will come down to check on you guys, no one would even think to and the thought hits you hard.     It's inevitable. You and him are bound to do it at this rate. At this point, you don't plan on leaving the room without it happening.     "No?" he mockingly asks and scoffs amusingly. You hate how deep his voice is and how with every word that rolls of his tongue you are clenching your thighs tighter and tighter.

"Say it then."    You swallow hard before opening you mouth to speak. The words die on your lips and you're standing there with your mouth open. Mino doesn't even let a full second pass before moving in and crashing his lips onto yours. He wastes absolutely no time in shoving his tongue down your throat. You're entire body is buzzing as you can feel his hands gliding and rubbing all over.

"Mino," you say when his lips part from yours for a millisecond. His lips are now on your throat sucking hickeys on your skins.     "Yes, baby?"    You can only groan childishly at the term. It comes out like a moan anyway and you don't bother to fix that. You were going to try to do something to stop him or even slow him down, but you don't want to anymore. You want this. You want him. You realize this as you begin to grind down on the leg he has pushed between your thighs. You try to push your thigh into his crotch. He groans and you bite your lip so you don't smile too wide and moan.    "Please," you plead. He lifts his head to look at you and laughs softly. You roll your eyes at him. He's still as annoying as ever.  "Now, asshole." you demand.     He laughs loudly before pecking your pouty lips. When he leans back he bores his eyes into yours and the tension thickens. He thinks about all the times he's seen you scream at him and stomp off. He recalls each time he's watch you leave, your hips swaying in tight shorts and short skirts and how he's thought of bending you over any table available and having his way.     You think about all the times he's been seriously mad at you. The way his muscles flex and his voice lowers an octave. You hate that all the times he's grabbed you to push you up the closest wall or locker always resulted in you going home that night and thinking about him in the middle night with three fingers knuckle deep inside yourself - just as he had assumed.     The next kiss you two tangle in is much more passionate. You suck on his tongue and the groan that leaves his throat makes you smile into the kiss. He pushes into you further trying to deepen the kiss further. You snake your fingers into his hair and pull hard. You're getting impatient.    His hands slide down into your pants and your breathing speeds up as he gets closer and closer to where you're craving for his touch the most. His middle finger slides down your clit and you both hiss.     "You're so fucking wet," he groans in your neck. Not a second later he shoves two fingers and you moan loudly. Instinctively, your fingers thread through his short black strands. He doesn't take his time, just goes straight into curling his fingers into you and his thumb rubs your clit slowly.     Your lips part and a  breathless 'yes' falls from your lips. The more he pushes in and out of you the more the word falls from your lips and you begin to chant his name. You take your free hand and push it down his sweats. It easy to find his dick and when your fingers wrap around it you both moan.     Him because of your tight grip, and you because of how thick and long he was. You couldn't wait to have it inside of you - or better yet in your mouth, clogging your throat. You want that so badly. You want it now.     Breathlessly you call his name out to get him to stop his actions. Once he listens you waste no time in switching posit