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⋆ 🦢 messing with him ; l.mh

Smut
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You didn't know messing with him would result in something else.

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  The members lounged around the living room, chatting and laughing about everything from their recent performances to the latest dramas they were watching. You were seated across the room from Lee Minho, who was deeply engrossed in a conversation with Hyunjin and Jisung about their new choreography.

  You caught Minho's eye from across the room and decided to have a little fun. You slowly crossed one leg over the other, your skirt riding up just enough to catch his attention. You saw his eyes flicker to your exposed skin, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He knew exactly what you were doing.

  Trying to keep a straight face, you casually ran your fingers through your hair, letting your hand trail down your neck and across your collarbone. Minho's eyes darkened, and you could see his jaw clench. You knew you had him right where you wanted him.

  "Y/N, what do you think?" Felix's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He was holding up two different bags of candy. "Gummy bears or chocolate?"

  "Hmm," you said, pretending to ponder the question, but your eyes were fixed on Minho. "I think chocolate."

  "Good choice," Felix grinned, tossing you the bag.

  Minho shifted in his seat, his eyes never leaving you. You decided to take it up a notch, leaning forward slightly and letting your shirt dip just enough to give him a glimpse of your cleavage. His eyes widened, and you could see the tension in his posture, the way his hands clenched and unclenched.

  Without warning, Minho stood up. "I'll be right back," he announced, his voice tight.

  The others barely noticed, too engrossed in their conversations. Minho walked over to you, his eyes dark with intent. He grabbed your hand and pulled you up from the couch.

  "Minho, what—" you started, but he cut you off with a look that sent shivers down your spine.

  "We need to talk," he said curtly, dragging you towards the hallway.

  "Everything okay?" Chan called after you, a curious look on his face.

  "Yeah, just need to ask Y/N something," Minho replied smoothly, not breaking his stride.

  As soon as you were out of sight, he pulled you into a small, dimly lit room and closed the door behind you. The second the door clicked shut, Minho's lips were on yours, his kiss fierce and demanding. You moaned into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as he pressed you against the wall.

  "You think you can tease me and get away with it?" he growled against your lips, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

  "Minho," you gasped, your mind reeling from the intensity of his kiss. "I didn't mean to—"

  "Don't lie," he cut you off, his eyes blazing with desire. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

  His hands slid under your shirt, caressing your skin as he kissed you again, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperation that made your knees weak. You arched into him, your body craving his touch, your need for him matching his own.

  "Minho, please," you whimpered, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

  "Please what?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Tell me what you want."

  "I want you," you breathed, your body trembling with desire. "I need you."

  "Good," he said, his lips curling into a wicked smile. "Because I need you too."

  Without warning, he spun you around, pressing your front against the wall. His hands made quick work of your skirt, pulling them down along with your underwear. You heard the sound of his zipper, and then he was pressing against you, his hardness demanding entrance.

  "Minho, someone might hear us," you whispered, your voice tinged with both fear and excitement.

  "Then you'll just have to be quiet," he replied, his lips brushing against your ear. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

  You nodded, biting your lip to stifle a moan as he pushed inside you. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and fullness that made you want to cry out. But you managed to stay quiet, knowing the others were just a few rooms away.

  "God, you feel so good," Minho groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he pounded into you. "So tight and perfect for me."

  You bit down on your lip harder, trying to keep quiet, but it was nearly impossible with the way he was fucking you. Your fingers clawed at the wall, your body trembling with each powerful thrust.

  "Minho," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea. "I'm gonna—"

  "Come for me," he growled, his pace quickening. "I want to feel you come around me."

  His words were your undoing. Your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing with the intensity of it. You cried out, but Minho's hand clamped over your mouth, muffling the sound. He continued to thrust into you, riding out your orgasm until he found his own release, spilling inside you with a guttural moan.

  For a moment, you both stood there, panting and trembling, the only sound your shared breathing. Minho gently pulled out of you, his hands caressing your sides as he helped you straighten your clothes.

  "We need to go back," he said, his voice still a little breathless. "Before they come looking for us."

  You nodded, your legs feeling like jelly as you followed him out of the room. You both walked back into the living room, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

  "There you are," Changbin said, looking up from his phone. "Everything okay?"

  "Yeah, just needed to ask Y/N something about the project she's working on," Minho replied smoothly, sitting back down on the couch.

  "Hope you didn't scare her with your intensity," Hyunjin joked, elbowing Minho playfully.

  "Nah, she's used to it," Minho said with a grin, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing look.

  You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the smile that tugged at your lips. "Minho's always intense," you said, playing along.

  "Well, as long as you two are good," Seungmin said, a suspicious look in his eyes. "You guys were gone for a while."

  "We're fine," Minho replied casually, leaning back on the couch. "Just needed to talk."

  Seungmin smirked, shaking his head. "You guys are nasty," he said, his tone teasing.

  "What do you mean?" you asked, trying to play innocent.

  "Oh, come on," Seungmin said, rolling his eyes. "We all know what 'talking' means when it comes to you two."

  The rest of the group burst into laughter, and you felt your cheeks heat up. Minho just chuckled, his hand finding yours and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

  "Okay, okay," Chan said, trying to calm everyone down. "Let's just watch the movie and not make Y/N and Minho any more embarrassed."

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