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Smut
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"Better than me?"

⭒ֺ𓏲 🌷 ִֶָ⭒

  You and Chan were at a mutual friend's party, the music was blasting from the speakers and everybody was having fun. You could feel Chan's eyes on you the entire night, it seemed like it was a mix of jealousy and possessiveness. You had been talking and laughing with some friends, but you knew Chan wasn't pleased with the attention you were receiving.

  As the party continued, you found yourself in the kitchen, grabbing a drink. Chan approached you, his eyes dark with an intensity that made your heart race.

  "Having fun?" he asked, his voice low and laced with a hint of sarcasm.

  You looked up at him, a playful smile on your lips. "Yeah, I am. Why, are you jealous?"

  Chan's jaw clenched, his gaze hardening. "Maybe I am," he replied, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. "I don't like seeing other guys look at you like that."

  "Like what?" you teased, your voice soft as you leaned in closer. "Like they want me?"

  "Exactly," Chan growled, his hands gripping your hips possessively. "But they can't have you. You're mine."

  The intensity in his eyes sent a thrill through you, and you couldn't help but push his buttons a little more. "Maybe I like the attention," you whispered, your lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe I like knowing that they want me."

  Chan's grip on your hips tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of anger and desire. "Is that so?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. "Do you think they can make you feel the way I do?"
 
  You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest. "I don't know," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Maybe we should find out."

Chan's eyes darkened, and before you could react, he grabbed your hand and started dragging you toward the door. "We're leaving," he growled, his grip firm and unyielding.

The ride to his apartment was a blur of adrenaline and anticipation. Chan's hand gripped your thigh tightly, his fingers digging into your skin as he sped through the city streets. The tension in the car was palpable, the silence only broken by the hum of the engine and the occasional sound of your breathing.

When you finally arrived at his apartment building, Chan practically dragged you out of the car and into the elevator. The ride up was silent, the air thick with unspoken desire. You could feel his gaze burning into you, his anger and jealousy radiating off him in waves.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Chan pulled you into his apartment, slamming the door behind you. "On your knees," he commanded, his voice low and demanding.

You complied without hesitation, dropping to your knees in front of him. Chan wasted no time, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down just enough to free his erection. His hand tangled in your hair, guiding you to take him into your mouth.

"Show me," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Show me how much better I make you feel."

You took him into your mouth, your movements slow and deliberate as you worked to please him. Chan's grip on your hair tightened, his hips thrusting forward slightly as he set a demanding pace. The taste of him filled your mouth, the sounds of his pleasure echoing in the small space.