🌶️🔥🔪Spicy Kissy Scene 🔪🔥🌶️

Minho hadn't let go of my wrist, he held it gently so he wouldn't aggravate the still healing cuts. His eyes stared directly into mine, I think my lungs forgot to work. I could see his jaw muscle twitch and the vein in his neck. 

"Yes, Jessie... I am worried about you." He said quietly.

"I'll always be okay." 

"You can take the mask off once in a while." 

"It's hard to do when I haven't been allowed to be weak." I whispered. I was surprised I said something like that, again the small pieces of my secrets slipping out, things he's smart enough to grasp onto.

"I know." He said even quieter, "But, tell  me anyways." 

"Tell you what? What do you want to know, Minho?"  He had gently pulled me even closer. I followed the pressure. His hand slowly slid around my waist. 

"Any of it. All of it. Even the little things...like how was your day with Winston?" 

"It was fine. He pride." 

"About? The changing? Do I gotta talk to him about it?" 

"No. Not about that..." I looked away. I was quiet for a second, I looked back up at him through my lashes. "He asked about us. Wanted to know what was going on with us." 

I felt his chest rumble. "What did you tell him?" He asked. 

"The truth." 

He raised an eyebrow, "And that was?" 

"I don't know." I shrugged, looking back up he raised an eyebrow. I inhaled slowly and went on.

"I don't know what's going on... what's this?All I know...you get me to talk. You get me to peek through my shields, you let me be vulnerable. Like now..." I admitted, my voice was quiet, and slightly shaky, but I was telling the truth. "I know you let me be me, you don't push too much. You let me cry without judgment...but..." I paused and closed my eyes, and took a hug deep breath, held it for a second, "You make me feel safe. 
Like I'm home when you have your arms around me..." 

"Jessie..." He murmured, he had let go of my hand and slid it onto my jaw, he raised my head. My eyes fluttered open. He was even closer to my, I could see the lighter brown flecks in his eyes. 

"I'm not saying it again." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"I heard you the first time." He had lowered his head slightly, so now his nose touched mine. 

"Good." I whispered. 

He tilted my head back up and his lips brushed mine. Something exploded in my stomach. I gasped against his lips. I raised my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, forcing the kiss to be deepen. His hand on my face slid into my hair, tangling his fingers into it. He tightened is grip around my waist. I tried pulling him closer, my hands slid up into his hair and pulled his head down. He growled a bit and I forced my tongue into his mouth. He growled some more, pulling me closer, pressing my body into his. 

He pulled me with him, walking us towards his bed, lowering us both down, all without breaking the kiss. He was laying on top, but propped up on an elbow. He only now pulled away.

"You'll tell me if it gets to be too much, like last time." 

I just nodded, breathing hard, "Yeah...I can always hold you at knife point." 

I had slid a hand up and under his pillow, grabbing his knife and bring it up. He smirked at me, his dark eyes went even darker, there was a wild intensity to them. I placed it under his chin, looking up at him through my eyelashes. I saw the muscle in his jaw tighten, and his chest rumbled. I bite my bottom lip. 

"Hmm. Winston was right...you got some dangerous kinks...don't you." 

"Not sure. Lets find out." 

For a huge bulked muscled guy he grabbed my wrist in a swift motion and pinned it down, so I couldn't do anything with the knife. He grabbed my other wrist when I tried switching. 

"I don't think so, My Duchess." He smirked down at me, holding both my wrists now above my head. 

Shuck he's hot. This's hot.  

He leaned back down, hardly kissing me, just brushing his lips against mine. I tried to wriggle a wrist free. He held on tighter, smirking into the next barely there kiss. 

"You know I'm a trained killer, and I know how to get out of this, right?" I smirked back. 

He raised an eyebrow in challenge. I sighed dramatically and then in one swift motion I bucked him off rolled and twisted. I ended up sitting straddling him, holding the knife again under his chin. His shocked eyes turned dark again and he smirked. 

"That's better." His voice was deep and rough. 

I put a bit more pressure, lifting his chin with the knife point. 

"Are you gonna kiss me, tease me or kill me?" He growled again. 

"Haven't decided." Ever so gently I trailed the knife back down his throat, to his chest. It was just enough to tickle, I felt him shiver.

"Shuck" he growled. 

"I think I settled on teasing." I purred. I bit my bottom lip, and trailed the knife point lower, "Convenient for me, you don't wear a shirt after your shower..."

His chest was heaving, and I watched with a smirk as his eyes just about rolled into his head. He was just about shaking now. And I smirked even more. 

"Jessie..." He panted, "Shuck.." he gasped when I trailed the knife point even lower and then back up. 

I would never hurt him. No way I would ever, it was just enough to tickle and make his skin break out in goosebumps. And it was just fun to watch him shiver and shake and become a whimpering mess under my hands. I did it again, even lower this last time. Every muscle was tense and coiled, his eyes when they weren't rolled into his head were dark with desire, but he had complete trust in me, I could see it. Maybe that's why this drove him crazy. He growled again, and this time he moaned my name. 

My stomach backflipped, my heart fluttered and heat exploded in my stomach and worked its way up to my chest. I let my own growl out. His eyes snapped open. He grabbed my wrist, the one holding the knife, moving it to the side. He pulled me down, while his other hand held my back, and rolled us over. He smirked. 

"My turn." He growled in my ear, making me gasp. 

He took the knife from my hand and dropped it off the side of the bed. Then slowly slid up my side. His other hand was tangled into my hair, holding the back of my head, and propped on his elbow, and leaning on his side.  His warm hand made me shiver.  His warm hands slid over my skin again, running up and down my sides, then my stomach. He leaned down and I felt his warm breath on my neck. He brushed his lips over my skin. He left soft kisses up and down my neck. He kissed one spot and I gasped, my nails dug into his shoulders. 

He hummed and did it again, kissing and sucking on the one spot. 

"Minho!" I gasped, pushing his head away, he growled. "It's gonna leave a mark." 

"So? They'll all know you're mine." 

I felt my body tense up, and my breathing froze, and I clamped my jaw and my eyelids tight. Minho sat up, he knew something snapped. 

"Jessie?" He asked, still with dark eyes, and breathing hard. "Jessie, talk to me! What did I say or do?" 

My breathing was starting to come in short shallow gasps. 

"It's...it's what...what He always said...always said I belonged to him." I took a shuddering breath, I snapped my eyes open, "I don't belong to anyone!" I hissed. 

"Jessie...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to say something to trigger anything. And I'm sorry you had to go though that, that must have been awful! You don't belong to me, that's not what I meant. I'm sorry I said it, it was a horrible shucken use of words." Minho said softly, he gently reached out, gently sweeping some hair from my forehead. "You're strong, and independent. You're free of this shucken creep. And you don't actually need a guy...but I would hope you would want one...would want me. 'Cause I want you..."

I lay still listening to what he said. He validated, and didn't try to make me feel less than. I took a slow breath. 

"Minho...are you asking me to be your-"

"Girlfriend? Maybe..? Yes. But girlfriend sounds so juvenile. I feel going through life and death situations bring you closer. But what I'm saying is, I want to be the only one. I want to be selfish and be the only one to sing you to sleep, the only one you place your head down on. I want to hold you, and be the only one you let play with your hair. I want to be the only one who gets to see those sexy bedroom eyes. I wanna be selfish and be the only one to kiss you, and I want-"

I pulled him back down and kissed him hard to make him stop. I wrapped a leg around his hip. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me into his chest.

I pulled away once we were both out of breath and couldn't hold on anymore.

"Shut up Minho." I whispered. "You talk too much." I couldn't hide the smile that tugged at my lips.

"Does that mean yes?"

"It means I'll be your One. If you promise to be patient with me and don't make me change."

He grinned so big his eyes formed little crescent moons. It made something inside my chest feel...warm. It felt whole.

"Also..." I frowned, thinking back to what he had said, "you think I'd let any of those shanks near me? Touching me, holding me? You think I'd slide into bed with any of those shanks? 'Cause ewww people. Also I didn't want Jeff touching me...I took my own damn stitches out, Newt only helped at the end, right before you walked in."

"Newt?"

"Dude don't worry...he's gay."

"What about Winston? I gotta worry about you two?"

"Dude!" I smacked his chest, "Winston is as gay as they can get!"

Minho raised an eyebrow. I rolled my eyes.

"Again eww people! And now their all terrified of me."

He sniggered.

"I don't give my trust to people easily-"

"Really? Hadn't noticed." He scoffed.

"Shut it or I'm grabbing the knife."

"Hmmm. It was kinda hot, so maybe I'll keep  going." He leaned down snuggling his face into my neck.

"Only kinda? I had you moaning and whimpering."

"Yeah you did." He whispered against my skin. I shivered. my hands had handfuls of his hair, and pulled gently.

"Does that tickle?" He whispered again, his voice deep and gravelly. His lips tickled my skin. Making me yelp.

"Yes. Stop!"

"No."

"Minho!" I yelped, but my smile gave it away.

He got more aggressive, not just whispering, now he was kissing and sucking on the tender skin of my neck.

"Minho!" I gasped,

"Yes, Baby?"

"Staaawwwp!" I shrieked.

I started to giggle. I wiggled, trying to get away. He just held me tighter, and rolled on top of me again. My febal attempts to get away or push him away were doing nothing. But I wasn't trying very hard. I actually really liked it and wanted more.

"No!"

He attacked my neck without mercy.

"Shuck you!" She gasped between shrieks and giggles.

He pulled away and looked at me dead in the eye. "Shuck me yourself-"

"Coward." I whispered, with a smirk.

He growled and had a wild gleam in his eyes. We both reached for each other and pulled, wrapping each other up. Our tongues tangled together, hands burried in each other's hair. He would growl when he made me moan.

My body felt like it was on fire. Everything was hot and tingling. My mind was spinning and filled with a wild fog. I wanted more, more of him. I wanted him closer. I wanted all of him...I realized I wanted his full attention, his time, his secrets. I wanted his lips and his hands on me. I wanted him. I was okay with Minho calling me his, because I willingly gave that title to him.

And I would try. I would try so hard to give him everything. I wanted to. I really and truly did, it was just doing that, that was going to be the problem.

He had slid a hand under my back, trying to unclasp my bra.

The door banged open.

"Jes- OH SHUCK!"
"Dang! Crap!"
"Bloody hell!"
"Dude! SERIOUSLY?!"

Minho ripped away and we both whipped our heads towards the door. Standing in the door was Newt, Winston Gally and Alby.

"Well definitely NOT what we thought."
"Definitely not!"
"Well I said we should probably knock..."

"What the shuck do you want?" Minho barked.

"Enjoying yourselves gentlemen?" I asked calmly, raising an eyebrow at them.

Minho was still laying on top on me, my bra half way undone. Winston was smirking, Newt looked exhaspirated. Gally had slapped his hands over his eyes and Alby just turned and left.

"Well...we heard yelling and stuff. I said to leave it...some people were concerned." Winston smirked, he folded his arms and leaned against the door frame. Gally turned to leave.

"Get out." Minho snarled.

They all turned. Newt and Winston high fived before they closed the door. Winston poked his head back in, a lopsided smile on his face. His dark brown eyes twinkled.

"Make smart decisions children. Please do not add to the Glade population. Min, wrap it before you tap it. Also. JayJay? Keep it down, there are others around you who want to sleep."

"Shuck them, I do whatever the shuck I want." I scoffed.

"Yes. I know." Winston chuckled as he closed the door.

Minho groaned and flopped back down. "Dang shanks always ruining everything."

"Yes. Yes they do. I can kill them in their sleep and it would be just you and me..." I suggested.

"Aren't you the murderous beautiful little creature."

I smiled and batted eyelashes. He chuckled and kissed me.

"We should actually sleep...." He sighed, slowly sitting up, "it's late and we gotta run tomorrow."

"Run. We are running the maze." I gave him a pointed look.

"No promises...there are...water breaks. And no shanks to hear us..."

"Yeah but Designers to watch us through bettle blades."

"Oh yeah... forgot about those." He frowned.

I rolled my eyes and got up. I turned away and grabbed one of my big t shirts I pulled it on, and tugged my pants off. It took all my self control not to turn around and watch Minho change.

"You gonna start in your bed and end up here or just come here now?"

"Well that's a silly question, ya dumb shank."

I turned the lights off and climbed into bed beside Minho; beside the one who makes me feel safe. I fell asleep in my homes arms.