Pairings: Yunho × y/n x Mingi
Genre/tags: arrange marriaged, love triangle,
Warning: 🔞📢 cheating (don't do this) smut/angst, cursing, pet names, a hint of family relationship issue but not much, smoking, fetish/kinks, jealousy [lmk if i miss anything]
Words: 4.2k
Disclaimer:
- this story is just made up
- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊
Note: continutation of 'Won't you regret it?' I hope its a good part 2 for you guys 🙈
-- also question... if you are the FL... who would you chose?
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"Are you alright?"
Yunho enters our bedroom bathroom where I am standing in front of the mirror, zoning out. He is busy undoing all the buttons of his white shirt.
"Since we came back from my parent's house... you've been quiet."
Usually when we are together, I nag. Just a tiny bit. Or maybe not nag but you know chat. I rarely talk to anybody since I got married so, I talk whenever he is arround.
I always tell him what I did during the times he was gone like updating him since he have no clue what the heck is going on with me coz he is not the type to chat with you when he is away. He just text. Though very seldom.
"Yunho..." my eyes darts at him, through the mirror
"Hmm?" He answers while he's facing away and undressing.
"Can we have sex tonight?"
(I know what you may think. That sex is just my main purpose in life but i swear its not. I just... idk... find it... my go to when i dont know what to do? Plus how can I not want it if I have Yunho as my guy?)
He pauses unbuckling his belt and turns around, "do you really want to?"
I sigh as I face him as well. "I want sex. I miss sex." Then I look down at my dirty skirt. "I missed.... you... I guess..." I trail off, a whisper.
This is very out of my character. I admit I do ask him for sex when I want and need it. But saying I miss him outloud... thats new from me.
And yes he always ask me if I really want to. He always wants me to confirm what I want and need. He always makes sure that I am completely 100% okay with it. Because Yunho, well I did mention that he is amazing at sex right? Or if I haven't. HE IS. and If i also forgot to say that boy have kinks and fetishes, He does have. Also even though He looks like an angel, he does rough sex as well especially when he's really in his momentum.
I was stunned when we had our first rough sex during our honeymoon. I almost didn't recognized him. But that was fun. It was an experienced I never had before. (Don't worry it's not too extreme. Just a little spank, choking and tying my hands sort of thing. And this man loves biting my neck and shoulder)
"What did you say?" He asks. His eyes are wide and looks lost
I roll my eyes and turn my back to him. "Nothing..." he didn't heard me.
I guess I am a bit relieved he didn't heard me say I miss him. Because how dare me utter those words after what I did today? I let his friend, his bestfriend, eat me out and even agreed to have sex the next time we meet.
I am evil. I always tag myself as the poor girl who got married to a guy who I don't love, the girl her parent's threw under the bus and the girl who have nothing besides be a wife to him. The fuck? I am the worst person ever. Between the two of us, I am the devil.
"Well... do you want to have sex or not?" I ask again
He's now behind me. He snakes his arms around my waist as he watches me through the mirror.
"Don't you miss having sex with me?" I spat
"What do you mean?"
I turn again to face him, looking up. "Whenever you're home. I always ask you for sex. While.... You never do."
He crunches his brows "I do."
He does but of course the emotional girl in me feels like I ask for sex more than him.
"Not as many as I do."
"Does that matter?" He smiles
"Yes!" Not really. Maybe I just want more of him wanting me and needing me.
"Hmm?" He takes a step back, confused but still smiling. He's not offended by my drama
"Well... It makes me think that when you're away you must ha--" I pause for a second. I was supposed to add more drama by asking if he fucks other chicks than me but I saw something. "What is that?" I panic a little. It's bandage on his lower abdomen. Almost hidding on the hem of his pants. It's not big but still. "What happened?"
"Oh. It's just a small cut."
"Just a small cut? From where? How?" I look closer. "It's new..." I glance up at him, worried. "Yuyu... what happened...?"
"It's nothing..."
"Are you sure?"
He nods. "Yes... don't worry..."
Fuck. He is smiling. I guess it's not a big deal?
I sigh heavily. But it's not a relieved exhale. I know this has something to do with his work. He can always lie but I know. I am not that stupid.
We have been having sex coz... duh we are married. So we see each other naked. I've seen a few scars from his back and arms already. He might think because they are not big so its not that noticable. However I do see it. How can I not see it? I drool just gazing at his figure. I see everything.
"Hey..." he moves closer again and this time, super close that I could feel his boner through my skirt. "Don't frown... I just got back. And I want to see you smiling... not like that..." he softly says.
He cups my face with his one hand and plants the most delicate kiss I have ever received from him on the corner of my lips.
"I missed you too..." he adds before a smile creeps back in over his lips. "And... Yuyu...?" He suddenly says.
Oh crap he heard? Both? And now He's fucking teasing me! Wait. Did I really called him Yuyu outloud? Shit! That nickname is supposed to be for me only. Crap!
"Where did that came from?" He leans lower, making me arch my body to give him access and starts to kiss me on my neck. "Can you... Say it again..." he says in between kisses on my skin
"No..." I whine as I close my eyes
"Please... say it again..." he is talking so delicately all of a sudden. Sounding like a whine but a seductive request. "Say it..." his hands then gropes my boobs. My weakness.
"If I say it again... will you fuck me?"
My mouth then drops as his one hand goes straight to my core. He is caressing it and rubbing his palm on it, making me feel his fingers through my panties.
"Still on birth control?" He asks
I nod as we both look at each others eyes.
"Good."
He lifted me up, positioned me where I could sit comfotably on the top of our marble sink and spread my legs apart.
"You have no plans tomorrow.. right?" He tears up my panties making me gasp. "Coz... It will be a long night..." he snarls while he puts his pants and underwear down in one go.
I shake my head, answering no. I can't speak. I am... I am losing my mind.
He holds onto his length, aligning it with my folds and. "Answer me." He growls before he eases himself in. Full and strong.
"No!" I squeal. "I.. I have... I have no..." I put my arms around his nape, grabbing for dear life. "I have no plans..." I am breathing heavily.
My toes curls as he thrusts. Holy shit!
"Yunho! Ah!"
He is aggressive. This is different but good. Did he really meant it when he said he missed me too? Miss me how? Just for sex or miss ME?
"FUCK!" I hug him as he pounces me.
We both ruined our masters bathroom. It got messy. I need to personally rearrange our sink as I every beauty product, perfumes, body lotions and etc got thrown on the floor. Plus the towels oh god our towels. Hmm. We need to buy new ones.
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After spending time together last night, in my surprise he didn't leave the following day. He actually fucking stayed and I woke up afterwards, still embraced by him. He's sleeping so peacefuly beside me. I finally saw him again, looking like a baby and dreaming.
This is what I want. This is what I need. This is what will make me fall in love with him. The in between the sex. Him being there, present and us having morning talks and etc. Yes sex is part of anyone's life (as long as you want it of course) but the beauty of having someone beside you, always is different.
Maybe I am selfish to wish something from a man who married me for business but I hope I could atleast get this from him. I am not asking and wishing for him to love me (if ever I get to truly learn to love him through out this marriage) I just want him to be a partner to me. I want to have and experience what my parents didn't gave me growing up. Spending time with me, giving me the attention I need even without asking and care. That's all. I know not everyone can love me but atleast just those three. Just.... that. It's not an impossible wish right?
But then again, do I even have a right to wish these from him?
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I have been zoning out a lot these past few days. I have been contemplating and thinking about me and Yunho. Mostly about me, about my random emotions, my needs and wants.
I am definitely at lost. I may be an adult but my brain can't handle this type of adulting called the "Feelings". Especially when it gets complicated like this because of my shit descisions. Meaning hooking up with Mingi.
Why did I even did it? Like what had gotten into me? I am not like this. I know I value people's feelings. Why did I break when Mingi had his hands on my boobs that day. Why did I spread my legs for him? Why? Why?!
Am I that hungry for sex from Yunho that core just said hello to the next guy that's had the same length as my husband even though its different type of dish?
Fuck. Now I am thinking about these men as food. I am CRAZY!
"Hello baby girl..."
I jump on my seat as Mingi shows up, kissing me on the cheek.
"What the fuck?" I hiss at him, glaring even. "Why did you kiss me?" I look around and could see Mrs. Jeong and Mrs. Song from afar busy looking at the set of jewelries on the table.
Fuck. I almost had a heart attack. Glad they are busy and focused on the sparkles.
"It's just a kiss on a cheek baby." He says in his low voice, a whisper.
"Still...." I exhale, exasperated
"You are not responding to my texts lately." He says as he sits down at the chair across me.
"I got busy."
"Busy?" He repeats, sounding a bit amused. "We had a deal..."
"I am doing it... the painting... I mean."
He chuckles, leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees. "Baby girl... that's not the only canvas we planned to paint... remember?" I see his eyes scanning me from my chest down to the thing between my legs. "I was promised a sex... you gave me little taste of what heaven feels like and you're suddenly backing out?"
"I'm...."
"Well...?"
I look away and try to focus on Yunho's mother picking jewelries she would like to wear for the ball.
"Can we talk about the painting later?" I say a bit louder so the others could hear.
He chuckles and lay his back, resting. "Fine."
"Is everything alright?" Mrs. Jeong asks
"Yes." I answer smiling.
"I see." She then goes to sit down beside me and shows me this amazing diamiond tear drop earrings. "This would really go well with the black heart neckline gown of yours.. for the ball."
I look at it and my jaw drop how pretty it is. "It will... but..."
"But?" Mrs. Song butts in. "What you mean but? That's one heck of an expensive earring darling... don't you like it?"
"Oh gosh... I do... I do, Mrs. Song.. " I hold her hands and thanked her for the jewelries she brought for us to check and chose from. However...
"Did Yunho said, you two will not go to the ball?" Mrs. Jeong asks
I press my lips together. Not responding to the question. But of course, Yunho's mom knows it already.
"That boy and socializing..." she sighs
"Your son is not going again? But he said he will. He said he will atleast try once he gets married. And now he is married with this wonderful woman.. why is he not coming again?" Mrs. Song says
"Yunho really can't keep promises. What's new?" Mingi stands up and goes to stand near the open window. He's going to smoke again.
"Even if he promised to his mother?" Mrs. Song is bothered and sad.
She was expecting to see me and Yunho to the ball she will be hosting for this halloween season. It's for charity and also her favorite time of the year so she's very excited. She wants everyone to be present and to have fun.
"Even to me... his godmother?" She pouts
"We all know he's like that... work is important to him than us..." he puffs a smoke out. "Sorry Mrs. Jeong..." he adds
"It's okay dear. I know it already so..." Mrs. Jeong puts the earrings back to its case and just smiles at me. "Anyways... we can still hope for next time."
"Yeah... we can." I mumble
So, it's not only me who have issues with Yunho keeping promises and being present.
"So," Mrs. Jeong stands up, hands together and smiling. "We will go now and do more meetings with the coordinators for the ball. Final run downs of the flow of the party, theme and set designs... how about you two?"
"I'll stay." Mingi answers immediately. "We have to talk about commission..."
"Commission?" Both of the ladies repeat
"He requested for me to paint a portrait of him..."
"Really?" Mrs. Song sound surprise
"Money will go to charity." I add
"That's good then!" Mrs. Song is happy to hear the word charity. "Looking forward for the painting... we can display it at the house when its done."
"Sure will." Mingi answers.
The moment everyone left the room and silence fills up the emptiness, Mingi chuckles as he sees how frozen I got onto my seat.
"I'm not going to hurt you." He says
"I know." I look down at my knotted fingers on my lap.
Yes. Mingi may look like he'd beat anyone up but he is gentle with me. Nice with me. I never once feel like he means any harm. Well except on our first meeting months ago. We argued yes but he is still sweet to me.
"Are you thinking about Yunho? On why he does not want to go to the ball?"
I look up at him and nod.
His snorts a laugh. "It's been awhile since you two got married. Don't you guys had any getting to know each other talks? Or its always sex when you two are together?"
My eyes twitching at his claims. (Though he is right)
"Anyways... don't care about your sex life with him." He walks back to the chair from earlier and puts off his cigarette on the ash tray.
"So?" I ask
"You should ask your husband about it...not me..."
"I did. He just said he's busy that day."
"That's lie. Every one's schedule of each families that are invited for that day, are all clear. It had been agreed on for years now. It has been a tradition for decades now. So... ask him again.
"Oh..." my back finally touches the foam of the chair I am sitting on.
Oh Yunho. Why is it so hard for him to talk to me? Be open with me? Did I not give him enough reason to trust me and to feel safe around me?
I had shared my life with him. The stories from my mother and the stories from me, He knows a lot about me more than anyone. My first crush, the first time I got my heart broken, the insight about my feelings about my parents and relatives. Even stories about my struggles with relationship with people. I showed him vulnerability. And yet, it is still one sided.
Yes he did tell stories about him too. His life when he was a kid, during his university days and his hobbies. But those are common knowledge (I think). All of that are also known by his family and friends. He never shared his own thoughts and feelings to me. He never let his guard down with me. It's always positive. Everything is okay and good.
Maybe for him, whatever we have, will remain a contract. Just a signed piece of paper for him no matter.
I think, I should just stop thinking about him. I should stop overthinking about us and whatever feelings I am slowling building for him. I will only get hurt at the end. I am just someone for him to have sex with when he's home.
I know, I know he did say he missed me too. Twice. But maybe he just says that because he miss sex. Not actually me.
"You're frowning..."
"Hmm?"
I glance up and see Mingi standing infront of me, leaning in as he lightly flicks me on the forehead.
"You're not listening to me..."
"What? Did you say something? Sorry... I was--" I stop. I could not tell him what I was thinking.
"Was what?"
"Nothing." I mumble before I get off my seat. "I'm just gonna go..."
"You're going? Just like that?" He says as I walk pass him. "You are in my house..."
"So...?"
"So?" He repeats, "Baby girl, didn't I made you feel good? Didn't you like my tongue in your pussy?" Here we go again. He is teasing me again. He always ask this whenever we meet.
I glare at him. "Stop." Hushing him as someone might hear him.
"Don't worry... everyone is gone. This is my house."
"What you mean gone?" I look around
"I don't have anyone here... I'm alone."
"That can't be."
"Oh yes... it can. My staff only comes here during the weekdays and they don't stay pass 6pm. I like my privacy."
"So you mean..."
"Yes." He slowly comes closer and closer. "It's a Saturday too... the staff you saw with my mother are hers. And they left with her already so..."
My back then hits a wall from whatever room we are in.
"We can do what was promised to me months ago and no one will know." He smirks as his body finally reaches mine.
"We can't..." I say quietly
"Why not?" He whispers, lowering his head and kissing me on the cheek. "I know you liked what we did last time..."
"I did." I can't lie about that.
"So what's holding you back?" His hand roams around my curves until it reaches the buttons of my blouse. "You like this right? You like it when I play around your nipples..."
He hasn't finished opening my blouse, he just slid in his fingers in so it could touch my laced covered tip. He's teasing me. He wants me to react.
"Stop..." I say
"You tell me to stop... but baby girl... if you could only see how aroused you look right now..." he grabs my face with both hands and tilt it up so I could look up at him. "I just touched you and your eyes are already dreaming for more..."
"We can't do this... It was a mistake..."
"It maybe a mistake for you baby girl. But for me..." he finally kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth until a moan carries my soul out of my body. "You are my heaven right now."
That's it. I am gone. I didn't even fight the urge. This officially makes me a whore.
Mingi carries me with while we kiss. He sits back down at the chair from earlier but now I am with him. No, actually, on top of him. I am riding him.
"Ugh!" He throws his head back, hands gripping on my hips. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
This is so wrong. Why don't I have a backbone to say no to Mingi? What the hell is wrong with me?
"Ahh!" I cry as I bounce faster and made him go deeper in me. "It's so good..." my voice is shaky
"You take me so well." He say breathing heavily. His brows creases and mouth in an O. "Fuck!"
After a few more strokes, both of us came together. I collapse onto him. I drained all my energy squating on him.
"That was amazing..." he says
I could hear his heart beating so fast as my head rests on his chest.
"Y/n..." he calls my name
"Hmm...?"
"If ever..."
"If ever what...?" I ask closing my eyes.
"If ever you decided to end thing with Yunho... I want you to know... that I'll be here waiting for you."
My eyes flings open, "What did you say?" I got up so fast
"I am willing to marry you... if you and Yunho don't work out."
"M-marry? What the fuck are you saying? Your dick is still inside me and you go on saying if I get divorce one day.. you will... marry me?"
"Yes." He answers it like its nothing yet he looks so darn serious.
"You think... he will divorce me?"
"No... he will not... which sucks. Because who will divorce someone like you...?" He caresses my cheek and smile. "I am just laying it out to you... the other option you have if it does happen... I am not wishing any harm into your marriage baby girl... well besides more sex with you I guess..." he smiles and then winks
"You are crazy." I roll my eyes at him
"I am. I know that." Then he grunts as he slowly moves his hips again. "Crazy as I am offering and willing to be your lover even just behind closed doors."
I could feel him get harder again in me. He's aroused again. I haven't recovered from the high yet and here he goes again. I'm still hugging his length.
"You're blushing reacting to my dick moving in you." He teases
"S-shut up." I moan the words out as my inside tenses up again with him rocking me on him.
"Baby girl..." he hugs me and breathe in my scent. "Ahhh..." he is moaning along with me.
Fuck what is this. We just had sex just a few minutes ago and now we are doing it again. I am not complaining though coz holy shit it was good. A different good. However this one, this second one... feels different.
"Y/n..." he says my name again. His hands around my body and his face resting on my chest. "Y/n..."
All of a sudden, the bad boy, aggressive and blunt Mingi becomes tame and yearning.
"Let me be your lover." He mumbles. "I don't think I can't move on from you after this...." he then trails kisses on my chest up to my neck. "I want to be with you... even just like this... to pleasure you..."
My body then reacts to his words. I know it did. I felt him clench onto me when I felt something in me dwells up a strong emotion.
"Fuck..." he breathes burrying his face on my neck. "Please... y/n...ahhh... please... Say yes... say yes to me. I-I need you..."
I am crying. This is my first time hearing someone say they want to be with me. I know he might be just saying it out of his sex high but hearing the words... and him getting vulnerable because of me.
What did I do to him to make him want me? We only saw each a few times after the first meeting. Most of it was us talking about the painting and him doing poses for me for inspirations. Yes it were more than a handful of lunch dates, still related to the painting and all but... he got feelings for me?
Is it because my brain is so messed up thinking about me and Yunho, our complicated relationship that I missed the part that Mingi and I got a connection? That we got to know each other more than I realized?
But this is wrong. I am married. Fuck, I'm so confused.
"Oh, Mingi..." I moan his name as he sensually bites my earlobe.
"Say yes....I beg you." He lifts me up and move us both to the sofa. He's now on top of me and finally sees the tears coming out of my eyes. "Don't cry..." he kisses my damp cheek. "I promise, I'll make you happy and safe..."
"But..."
"As I said... I don't give a fuck about your sex life with Yunho. I don't give a damn fuck about your marriage. I want you. I need you." He leans in to kiss me again. "And I think... I love you."