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⋆ 🦢 tease ; l.mh

Smut
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Such a tease

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

  You always prided yourself on being kind and seeing the good in everyone. Even in the coldest, meanest people, you believed there was a spark of goodness waiting to be ignited. But with Lee Minho, it felt almost impossible.

  He was infamous for his aloof demeanor, sharp tongue, and reputation as a player. Despite that, you couldn't help but be drawn to him, intrigued by the layers you were sure existed beneath his cold exterior.

  The tension between you two had been building for months. He seemed to take particular pleasure in teasing you, his comments always tinged with a hint of cruelty. It frustrated you to no end, but a part of you couldn't deny the thrill that ran through you whenever he was around.

  Tonight was no different. You were at a party, dragged there by your friends who insisted you needed a break from your studies. The house was packed, the music loud, and the air thick with the scent of alcohol and perfume. You tried to stay in the background, nursing your drink and watching the chaos unfold.

  But your eyes kept drifting to Minho, who was surrounded by a group of admirers as usual. His smirk was infuriatingly sexy, his confidence palpable. He glanced in your direction, catching your eye. His smirk widened, and he excused himself from the group, making his way over to you.

  "Couldn't stay away, could you?" he drawled, leaning against the wall next to you. His voice was low, sending a shiver down your spine.

  "Minho," you said, trying to keep your voice steady. "What do you want?"

  He chuckled, his eyes raking over you with an intensity that made your heart race. "Just came to see why the sweet little Y/N is hiding in the corner."

  "I'm not hiding," you retorted, lifting your chin defiantly. "I'm just...observing."

  "Observing, huh?" He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Observing me, perhaps?"

  Your face heated up, and you turned away, hoping to hide your embarrassment. But he wasn't having it. He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him.

  "You're so transparent, Y/N," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lips. "It's cute."

  You wanted to slap his hand away, to tell him off for always getting under your skin. But your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch instead. His eyes darkened, a predatory gleam in them that made your stomach flutter.

  "Let's get out of here," he said, his voice a mix of command and promise. Without waiting for your response, he took your hand, leading you through the crowded house and out into the night.

  The air was cool, a welcome relief from the heat inside. Minho's grip on your hand was firm, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement as he led you to his car. He opened the door for you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Once inside, the tension between you was almost unbearable. He drove in silence, his jaw clenched and his eyes focused on the road. You had no idea where he was taking you, but the anticipation was intoxicating.

He pulled up to an apartment complex, and you realized you were at his place. He got out and came around to open your door, his hand once again finding yours as he led you inside.

His apartment was surprisingly neat, a stark contrast to the chaos of the party. He locked the door behind you, his eyes dark with intent.

"Minho, what are we doing here?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly.

He stepped closer, his hands finding your waist and pulling you against him. "I think you know," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

You shivered, your body reacting to his touch despite your better judgment. "Minho, I..."

He cut you off with a kiss, his lips capturing yours in a searing, possessive kiss that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, sliding under your shirt and caressing your skin.

"You're so sweet, Y/N," he murmured against your lips, his hands moving to unbutton your jeans. "I want to see just how sweet you can be."

His words sent a jolt of desire through you, and you found yourself responding to his kiss, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. He took that as encouragement, lifting you up and carrying you to his bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed, his eyes raking over your body with a mix of hunger and appreciation. "So beautiful," he murmured, his hands working to remove your clothes with a sense of urgency.

You blushed under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable. "Minho," you whispered, your voice trembling. "Please."

He smirked, clearly enjoying your desperation. "Please what?" he teased, his fingers brushing over your sensitive spots and making you gasp.

"Please touch me," you begged, your body aching for his touch.

His smirk widened, and he obliged, his fingers sliding between your legs and finding your most sensitive spot. You moaned as he began to stroke you, his touch both gentle and demanding.

"You're so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I can't wait to feel you around me."

His words made you moan louder, your hips bucking against his hand. "Minho, please," you begged, your need for him overwhelming.

He chuckled softly, clearly enjoying your desperation. "Patience, baby," he said, his fingers working you with expert precision. "I want to savor this."

You whimpered, your body trembling with need. "Please, Minho," you begged again, your voice breaking.

He finally relented, shedding his own clothes and positioning himself between your legs. Your eyes widened as you took in the size of him, a mix of fear and anticipation flooding your senses.

"Don't worry," he murmured, his voice softening for a moment. "I'll be gentle."

He entered you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. The stretch was intense, and you gasped at the feeling of him filling you completely.

"So tight," he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he began to move. "You feel so good."

You moaned, your body arching into his touch as he set a steady pace. Each thrust was deliberate, pushing you closer to the edge with every movement.

"Minho," you gasped, your nails digging into his back as the pleasure built inside you.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. "Come for me, baby," he murmured against your lips. "I want to feel you come around me."

His words pushed you over the edge, your body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out his name, your orgasm tearing through you with an intensity that left you breathless.

Minho followed soon after, his own release triggered by the feel of you contracting around him. He groaned, his body shuddering as he spilled inside you.

For a few moments, you both stayed like that, tangled together and catching your breath. The intensity of the moment slowly began to fade, replaced by a sense of clarity that left you feeling more confused than ever.

"Minho," you whispered, your voice trembling. "What just happened?"

He sighed, pulling you into his arms and holding you tightly. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice softer now. "But I do know that I've been an idiot, and I don't want to lose you."

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒