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⋆ 🦢 jealousy ; l.mh

Smut
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You've always known Lee Know as a confident and self-assured person, never one to show jealousy. But today was different. Today, as you laughed and joked with Chan, you could feel his eyes on you, burning with an intensity you couldn't ignore.

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  As you and Minho rode back to the apartment, tension hung thick in the air. His hand gripped your thigh with a possessiveness you hadn't felt before, and his jaw clenched tightly as he focused on the road ahead.

"Minho, are you okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you glanced over at him. But he remained silent, his gaze fixed straight ahead, his fingers inching higher up your thigh.

Your breath caught in your throat as his touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire deep within you. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his jealousy simmering just below the surface.

"Minho," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as his hand continued to go higher up your thigh. "What's wrong?"

But instead of answering, Minho leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You know, seeing you with Chan today got me thinking about how badly I want to fuck you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words as you realized he was actually jealous all along, his jealousy was only fueled more when he saw you hug Chan and you guys seemed to get a little too friendly after all but that's how you guys always were. His teasing was only fueling your arousal, and you found yourself biting your lip in anticipation of what he was actually going to do to you.

As Minho finally pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, the tension between you reached a fever pitch. The air crackled with anticipation, the heat of his touch burning through you like wildfire.

"Let's go," he murmured, his voice low and husky as he reached for your hand, pulling you towards him with a sense of urgency. You followed obediently, your heart pounding in your chest as you allowed yourself to be drawn closer to him.

As you made your way to the apartment, each step felt like an eternity, the anticipation building with every passing moment. The moment you unlocked the door, Minho wasted no time in pulling you inside, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce, hungry kiss.

You moaned into the kiss, your hands roaming over his body, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against yours. Minho responded, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you whole.

  Minho lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you towards the bedroom with a sense of purpose. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

  His lips ghosted over your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

"You have no idea what I'm going to do to you," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and husky with desire. "I've been thinking about this all day, Y/N. You've been driving me crazy."

As he laid you down on the bed, his lips trailed along your neck, leaving a trail of small kisses. You arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips.

Minho pulled away, his lips now trailing along your jawline.

"I couldn't take it anymore baby," He mumbled against your skin, his hands finding the hem of your shirt.

Your breath hitched at his words, you had to admit you never really see this side of him at all, something was different this time. With a playful smirk, you met his gaze, your eyes practically signaling him to continue as you tugged his shirt, signaling him to take it off.

He chuckled softly, his fingers practically dancing along your skin as he lifted your shirt up, the only thing that was covering your top half was that laced bra.

His fingers traced along the delicate patterns of your bra, practically teasing you. Finally, he pulled the bra off, revealing your exposed chest to him.

With a soft groan, Minho's lips closed around your hardened nipple, sucking gently as his tongue teased the sensitive bud. A soft whine escaped your lips, the sensation leaving you practically begging for more.

He pulled away leaving you whining as you clearly wanted more. His hands slid down your body, trailing over your curves until they reached the hem of your skirt, pulling it up just enough for easier access, revealing your underwear, practically soaked.

The sight of your arousal left Minho surprised, his desire spiking even higher as he realized just how much you craved him. Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, pulling it down slowly, savoring the anticipation.

As your underwear slid down your legs, Minho couldn't tear his gaze away from the intimate sight before him. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, "You're so wet for me, Y/N. You've been wanting this as much as I have."

  Your cheeks flushed at his words, Minho knew how to make you practically melt and he never failed arousing you so quickly. Your only response was a nod, agreeing with him.

  With a satisfied smirk, Minho pulled his shirt up, revealing the toned muscles of his chest that you had always admired. You practically drooled at the sight of his abs, you never failed to admire his muscles.

"You like what you see?" he teased, his voice low and husky as he watched your reaction.

  His smirk widened as he positioned himself between your legs, his gaze locking with yours as he whispered, "You're mine, Y/N."

  As he lined himself up with your slick folds, you couldn't help but tease him a little. "Jealous much?" you asked playfully, a smirk tugging at your lips.

  Minho's expression turned serious as he shook his head, his eyes filled with possessiveness. "Only when it comes to you," he replied firmly. "You're mine, Y/N. Only mine."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Minho pushed forward, entering you inch by inch. You gasped at the sensation, your body stretching to accommodate him as he filled you completely.

  A low groan escaped Minho's lips as he buried himself deep inside you, relishing in the tightness of your warmth. He began to move, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

  You moaned and whimpered in ecstasy, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that washed over you with each movement. Minho's smirk only grew wider as he watched you unravel beneath him, your sounds of pleasure driving him wild with desire.

  "You feel so good, Y/N," Minho murmured, his voice thick with need as he continued to move inside you. "You were made for me, baby."

  You could only nod in agreement, your mind consumed by the intense pleasure that consumed you. Every thrust brought you closer to the edge, your body on fire with desire for him.

  As Minho's movements became more urgent, you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy. You clawed at his back, desperate for more as you chased the release that was just out of reach.

  Finally, with one final, deep thrust, Minho sent you spiraling over the edge, pleasure exploding through every nerve in your body. You cried out his name, your voice filled with pure bliss as you rode out the waves of ecstasy that washed over you.

  Minho followed soon after, his own release washing over him as he found his release within you. He collapsed against you, both of you breathless and spent, wrapped up in the euphoria of your shared passion.

  As you lay tangled together in the aftermath, Minho pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, his love and adoration evident in every touch.

  "You're mine, Y/N," he whispered against your skin, his voice filled with tenderness. "And I'll always be yours."

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