“run if you want… i’ll still catch you.” + “say my name like that again and see what happens.” = your favourite hao fic lets fucking go✨️
P.s : im a part of the degenerate subunit of svthub🤣
To be honest!!!! It would be so cool if it wasn't supposed to be a blurb. I had to keep it short but NGL I could have made it a longer thing. And maybe a bit more unhinged...
THE8 x Reader // WC: 0.5k // G: Suggestive // TW: manhandling // SW: prey/predator play
He knew the ways you liked to play. He knew the days you needed gentleness and reassurance, but also the ones when you wanted nothing more than to put up a fight and have him earn your submission. The two of you had long ago established your boundaries. So there was nothing out of order when you ran down the corridor, only for him to catch up to you and grab your arms, collecting them in one hand of his and bending them backwards as he slammed you against the door on your left. His other hand held your head against the wooden surface, rendering you almost immobile from waist up.
You wriggled a little, testing his hold, and then some more when you felt him use more strength to hold you still. He bent your arms more, making you whimper at the pain in your joints. He wouldn’t do you any harm, you knew – but the tension was there, the threat, albeit obsolete, filling you with excitement.
“O-one more” you pleaded, turning your head to see at least a bit of him in your peripheral vision. “Let me run one more time.”
He smirked. He was standing tall behind you, his motions minimal as compared to how you were barely holding yourself together in the position.
“No” he simply replied. “You’ve had enough.”
Letting go of you for a brief moment, he grabbed your shoulder and spun you around, and then pressed his forearm into your chest, pinning your back into the wood instead. The door trembled in its hinges. Your hands automatically shot up to hold onto his arm. Not try to pry him off – just hold.
Minghao stood in front of you, leaning in until you felt his breath fan your forehead. You were acutely aware of his chest lifting with every breath, of the tension in his muscles, of his eyes scanning your face with nothing but a lazy smirk on his own.
“M-Minghao…” There was a hue of complaint in your voice. You were still full of energy, wanting to be spent, to tire yourself out completely before giving up for him.
“Say my name like that again and see what happens” he whispered dangerously, leaning down even more, his lips brushing your temple.
It was like a wake up call. You twisted your waist, looping your leg around his knee to throw him off balance for just a second. That second was enough to slip out of his grasp and dive into the corridor again.
At the end of the corridor, right before the stairs, you stopped and turned around.
He was still where you left him, unbothered. He took a step forward. Unhurriedly. Taking his time, each step slow and deliberate and his head lifted high.
The fire in his eyes was unmistakable, brewing inside of him, ready to consume you the moment he finally gets his hands on you.
