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[ 3tan7 ] y’all know i love you. and obvs yoongi does, too. so. here u go if you wanna peek🥴 don’t say i didn’t warn you about this one, though lmfaooooo

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y’all need to speak with Yoongi about this one bc i begged to not go through it this time LOL.. so ah.. what do we think, fam?🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

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Pg 1-2/?

Based on a Reddit story "My [21M] flatmate [20M] keeps giving me lil kisses when he thinks I'm asleep. How do I ask him to do it when I'm awake too?" which honestly sounds like a bad manga title

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DON'T LET ME LOVE YOU | Chapter 3

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ATTENTION 📜8.3k | Approx. 35-min. read 🚨Refer to series masterlist for general themes & warnings of this story: Recreational drug use, jealousy, extremely possessive language during sex, sharing/threesome, dom/sub dynamics, body worshipping, sensory deprivation, squirting, praising, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie. 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

The weather in Sunderland was so annoyingly pleasant at times. If someone told you they had ordered microclimate services to shoot some feel-good family movie here, you would say ‘That checks out’. Yet, even on a wholesome day like this with the sun shining and birds chirping, the disturbance in the force was quite palpable.

Because Hurricane Minho had made landfall.

“What’s up, hardass?” he greeted you with his unyielding smug attitude like he owned that little greasy spoon, “Settling down looks good on you. Got your minivan yet?”

“Cut the sass, bitch,” you approached his table with a grin, “Give me a hug. I’ve missed you.” 

Ever since you met him, Minho’s presence in your life had been somewhat of a staple. He was that one person who just got you as if you had known each other for a lifetime. Instant connection of equally twisted souls. You wouldn’t see one another for months sometimes, but every time you were reunited, it always felt like you were never apart in the first place. 

He was the closest thing you had to reliable.

“So what is this interesting intel you kept teasing for so long?” you stole a sip from the drink in front of him.

“Oh, I’m doing swell, by the way, thanks for asking.”

“Minho…”

He stared right into your soul while dragging out the silence between you as long as he could, and relaxed against the booth.

“You didn’t actually think I’d spill right off the bat, did you?” he reclaimed his glass, “You should know better.”

“Is this your roundabout way of telling me you don’t have jack shit to tell me?”

“False. I’m here for a field study.”

“About?”

“All in due time. You are gonna go first,” he pointed at your face, “Why the sudden interest in the biography of some suburbia princess? Are you that bored?”

In all honesty, yeah, maybe you kinda were. Considering the concerningly high cruising speed of your life until that moment, getting used to the faint pulse of this town was a steep learning curve. You felt like a kid on a sugar high, if not accidental doses of Adderall, and having to sit still was eating you alive. Maybe that was the reason it took you mere days until you decided to fuck around for your personal entertainment. Maybe that was the reason you wanted to find an irrefutable reason for a divorce. 

Maybe on particularly unstable nights, you were even thinking of concocting one.

“Where I’m from, we know we’re assholes and we own up to it,” you suppressed your annoyance over the ghost of Casey to the best of your ability, “Cunts like her just pretend that they’re not.”

“And I’m supposed to believe this is a simple matter of ‘Bitch gets on my last goddamn nerve’ beef,” Minho raised his glass to the person behind the counter to ask for a refill, “Try again.”

“She actually does. Why is that so hard to believe?”

Minho clasped his hands on the table and broke into a complacent smile.

“You weren’t really considering getting lip fillers when you went to the hot doctor’s office after hours, were you?”

“The FU—” you immediately lowered your voice after stealing a glance from your surroundings, “The fuck, Minho, were you following me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself. The Club checks in with everyone. You know it’s standard procedure,” he nodded to the waitstaff while accepting his refreshed glass, “Are you gonna properly tell me now?”

You shot him a death glare in exchange for the infinite amount of fun he was having with cornering you.

“If you know what it is about, why are you pressing?”

“Because your denial is fun to spectate. I want you to say it out loud.”

Out loud. Saying stuff out loud made it way too real. That was the beauty of unspoken things. You could always act like they weren’t what it seemed to be. That they didn’t exist. That it was just an illusion. A hallucination. A beautiful nightmare even.

“I need to say it to myself first,” you mumbled with your eyes intently on your fingers.

“Fair enough,” he shrugged in response, “Once you tell me, I’ll give you your intel.”

“Minho!”

“Chill the fuck down. You’ll know sooner than later,” he hurriedly shushed you, “I need to make some visits first.”

“Fine,” you heaved a deep sigh to soothe your exasperation, “You haven’t checked in to some place yet, I hope?”

“Of course not.”

“Good. Here,” you slid a keycard to him across the table, which only seemed to offend Minho.

“The fuck? I’m not staying at your place?”

“You and I both know you can never keep your hands to yourself, horny bunny,” you pinched his cheek and he immediately pulled away like an extremely annoyed cat, “Jerk off to all the pay-per-view porn you want. It’s on me.”

“Oh, goodie,” he deadpanned while rolling his eyes so hard you almost heard them, “I’ll make sure to max out your credit card for this betrayal. Consider it my retainer.”

You chuckled and got up to head back home. There was an arrangement you needed to get ready for.

You walked into the jazz bar of some hotel with what looked like a large fancy shopping bag in your hand and spotted your target.

“Good evening, gentlemen.”

You had agreed to be a part of this as a reality check—to remind yourself what your place was in Chris’ life and remind him that what you two had was in the realm of something else. You were two people partaking in things you absolutely should not have, and while you personally did not have a conscience problem about it, you still needed to acknowledge that you could never be anything more than that. Both of you. Period.

You placed the bag on the chair next to you, which contained a box inside, and sat down. The two men at the table seemed somewhat relaxed, each with a half-finished drink in front of them.

“Good evening,” Chris reciprocated your greeting with admiration beaming out of his eyes, “Let me introduce you to my colleague, also known as the former campus playboy, Dr. Hwang Hyunjin.”

“Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise,” the ash blonde man reached for your hand to place a kiss on it, “If I knew I was going to be in the presence of a goddess tonight, I would have dressed accordingly.”

“Smooth,” you nodded with an unimpressed expression and turned to Chris, “but I call bullshit on the former part.”

Both men broke into soft chuckles and you felt Chris’ hand on your thigh under the table.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“I have a much cleaner solution to take the edge off,” you slid his hand further up your thigh, “You’re both welcome to join me instead.”

“Sounds great,” he responded without taking his eyes off you.

“I think we need to discuss our terms and conditions,” you flashed the keycard between your index and middle finger and addressed Hyunjin directly this time, “Shall we take it upstairs?” 

The duo followed suit after you as you made your way to your room in silence. Once you stepped foot into the room, the first thing you did was to take out the box from the bag and place it on the nightstand as the two men made themselves comfortable on separate armchairs.

“Needless to say, everything that happens here tonight, stays here,” you dipped your hand into your purse this time to fish for your relaxer, “Can I take your word for it, or do I need to make you sign an NDA, pretty guy?”

“Oh, she’s good,” Hyunjin contently smiled at Chris. Meanwhile, you held Chris’ gaze to confirm his trust levels in this stranger.

“He’s okay,” he reassured you.

“Well, I’m personally here tonight to entertain Chris,” you opened the ornate metal box you took out from your purse and leisurely offered your guest a perfectly rolled joint as if it was a girl scout cookie, “You can do everything he allows you to do and you will do everything he tells you to do. Simple, right?”

You watched the lips of this irritatingly beautiful man curl into a wider smirk as he reached for your offering. He wasted no time filling his lungs with as much smoke as he could like he was putting on a magic trick.

“Anything else?” he asked without breathing.

You slowly walked back to Chris and sat on his lap, threw your hand around his shoulder, and clicked on the lighter to light up his joint.

“Not on my part,” you softly pecked his temple, “The floor is yours, gorgeous.”

“Let’s establish some ground rules, then,” Chris took a quick hit and placed his hand on your thigh with his eyes fixated on the man sitting across him, “No disrespect. No namecalling. No pet names. No going rogue. You can touch her, you can fuck her, you can do anything to please her as long as she allows you, but you cannot cum inside her, in her mouth, or anywhere on her body. Non-negotiable. If you’re gonna finish, you either do it in a condom or on yourself.”

Hyunjin didn’t say anything and decided to keep his carefree silence until Chris finished going through his rolodex of rules executed with slight intimidation.

“If she doesn’t let you do something, you will switch with me and I will do it for you. You can watch and direct as you please, and you can touch yourself to what you see. You’re allowed to edge her for however long you want, but if you do so, you cannot make her cum. The only way you’re allowed to finish her is if I work her to the brink of her orgasm first,” he sank his fingertips into your skin to get his point across, “Do we have a deal?”

You expected him to get up and leave after that Declaration of Independence-level set of conditions, but Hyunjin just looked at you two from the couch he was sprawled on with a sinister smile on his face, and puffed out the smoke he was holding in for quite some time.

“Where do I sign?”

You’d been silently studying Hyunjin’s demeanor starting from the moment you saw him downstairs at the bar. His aura was more complex than what you assumed it would be, emanating many things at the same time. Confidence, for sure. A tinge of arrogance. Smoldering eroticism. However, this wasn’t just some pretty face with a head full of sawdust you were dealing with. It was obvious he had no problem bedding whoever the fuck he laid his eyes on, and his silence was just a front for his calculative mind.

He reminded you of Minho a little bit.

Needless to say, this was too quick of an agreement for a guy like him, so you kept expecting what outrageous grenade he was going to throw your way soon enough. You watched him slowly get up and head to the nightstand to examine the contents of the box you placed there. Even just the first glance into it was enough to amuse him.

“I mean, we’re all here for a good time, so you wouldn’t say no to a little game, would you?”

Oh, there it is, you thought to yourself while breaking into a smile. You liked it a little too much for your own good when someone managed to intrigue you.

“What did you have in mind?” you calmly asked while pressing your head against Chris’ temple, not being able to properly hide how much you were tickled.

“We will touch you at the same time while you’re blindfolded, and you will guess who’s making you feel good,” Hyunjin wrapped the black satin ribbon around his fingers and looked towards your direction, “Two rounds and no giving hints. I’m all about fair play.”

You and Chris shared a look, and his eyes uttered ‘I knew he would pull some shit like this’ with a mischievous grin.

“If she gets both of them correctly, you’ll win. I will forfeit everything and just watch you fuck the whole night,” Hyunjin continued while making his way back with lazy steps and pointed at you, “But if I win, I get to make you cum and finish inside.”

There was a reason Chris had invited Hyunjin for that night. They knew the worst things about each other, and they both knew the other would take it to the grave. Yet, neither of them ever backed down from trying to one-up one another under the disguise of some friendly competition, be it regarding their achievements, the money they earned, the purchases they made, and apparently the woman they agreed to share for one night.

“Fine,” Chris concurred with squinted eyes. 

You weren’t sure how to interpret the change in Hyunjin’s smile. It looked softer but triumphant at the same time.

“Fantastic, then,” he took out his phone to put on a song and extended his hand to you, “Can I have this dance?”

You stole a glance from Chris to ask for his permission, and once he gave the go-ahead with a light squeeze on your inner thigh, you took Hyunjin’s hand. He guided you to the center of the room and placed a barely-there kiss on your jawline before blindfolding you. After you lost your sense of sight, you felt his hands on your back gently traveling down to your waist and pulling you close to him. You were slow dancing to the sultry music filling the room, and with your vision gone, his ambery cologne was much more perceptible. With faint undertones of powder and spice, Hyunjin smelled like fatal seduction materialized.

“What do you like, goddess?” he whispered into your ear, “Tell me how you like being touched.”

Oh, this guy was good. Rather than straight up cannonballing, he was testing the waters first to ease you both into it. 

You wondered whether he had ever experienced any kind of refusal before in his life.

“That’s quite an intimate piece of information, don’t you think?”

“You told me to do everything Chris tells me, and he said I could do anything to please you,” he continued with almost an inaudibly low voice as if he wanted to keep the conversation between you a secret, “I really want to please you.”

“Is that what you said to your campus conquests?”

“Oh, come on, that’s not fair.”

Suave motherfucker, you inadvertently giggled at his response. He was clearly well-versed in how to be charming, knowing exactly what to say to make it seem like the other person was the only thing in this world sweeping him off his feet. And honestly? As transparent as he was, you enjoyed being the object of his attention.

“You do realize you’re here to share me with him. You’re not going to make love to me,” you attempted to knock some sense into Hyunjin even though you were both high as a kite, “We’re just going to fuck, Hyunjin.”

He sharply inhaled when you used the word fuck and his name in the same sentence. It spilled from your lips beautifully. Nonchalantly, like you didn’t care. Unfortunately for you, Hyunjin happened to be aware of how much you actually cared since you two were not the only people in the room.

And he reveled in that fact a bit too much.

“At least tell me how you’d like me to touch you tonight.”

“You don’t need an instruction manual. Just go with your instincts.”

“But what if you’re taken away from me at the best part?”

“Then too bad for you.”

After he decided he was sufficiently relaxed, Chris put out his joint and approached the two of you. You felt his presence behind you, dragging his fingers down your back starting from your nape and trailing the shape of your spine. You shuddered hard at the sensation paired with his kisses on your bare shoulders as he unzipped your dress.

While he turned you around and took your lips between his, guiding your hands to unbutton his shirt in the meantime, he wished you could see how his pupils were blown wide. Not because he was falling for a girl named Mary Jane, but because he was living his entire life being high as fuck on you. You felt the straps of your dress being dragged down to fully expose your chest as well as your underwear being discarded, but there was only one problem.

Thanks to your massively lowered inhibitions, you were already confusing who was responsible for which.

There was a loss of contact as both men pulled away from you. The only sound you heard for a moment was the playlist of sensual melodies still playing in the background. 

Then you felt a pair of lips on your neck and another wrapped around your clit while two hands were pressing you closer from your hips. You switched your brain off and let yourself relish the feeling of being worshipped all over your body regardless of who was providing the ministrations. After another brief break, you felt a presence on both sides of you again. Someone was caressing your breasts from behind you whereas someone else put their hands on your waist and started kissing you.

You could taste yourself on those full lips.

“So?” you heard Hyunjin’s velvety voice hitting your eardrums from afar, “Can you tell?”

You took a deep breath to recollect yourself before answering.

“It was you on my neck the first time and kissing me the second.”

“Tsk, sorry,” his contentment was obvious from his singsongy tone, “I think that means I won, right?”

Yes, it did because you had lied.

Hyunjin could take as much pleasure in this pseudo-victory as he wanted, but you knew it was Chris between your legs and then kissing you after. You had carved the outline of his lips into your brain long ago. You had already memorized the way he moved, but if you gave it away…

If he knew that you could discern, if he knew you were able to single him out with just the way he breathed towards your general direction, that would have been a disaster. As much as it hurt like hell to pretend, you just had to let him think he didn’t matter.

Because nothing mattered as much as him and you would rather die than admit it out loud.

“I wanna see what you look like when you’re stimulated from everywhere,” Hyunjin spoke as he removed the blindfold, “Fingers in your mouth, hands on your breasts, and my mouth on your cunt.”

“Then earn it first,” you sneered and attempted to head towards the bed, “Come eat my pussy.”

“No.” 

Hyunjin grabbed your wrist to stop you dead in your tracks and pointed at the armchair to his left.

“Sit on his lap.”

You were scared to look at Chris’ face to see a hint of anything. Anything would make your heart sink to your stomach, you knew that, yet you feigned the most convincing indifference while averting your eyes from him, and held his hand to make a seat for yourself just like you were instructed. Your dress was still clinging to your waist as you leaned against his warmth. You watched Hyunjin come closer and kneel between your legs.

“Now make out with him while I make out with your pussy.”

It was easy. It was so easy to lock your hand behind his nape and press his face against yours, forgetting who you were and what you were doing at that moment. It was the easiest thing to get lost between his lips still carrying a faint note of your own taste. You could fake anything and everything you wanted, but the one thing you were incapable of doing was bluffing his deep kisses didn’t absolutely shatter your soul just to piece it back together perfectly.

You wished you didn’t know how his fever spiked every time your lips touched as if you were slow dancing in a burning room. You wished he wasn’t aware of what he was doing to you every time he moaned into your mouth. You goddamn wished you didn’t fucking realize you already had each other in an absolute chokehold and it was going to consume both of you until there was nothing left.

One kiss. It took one passion-loaded kiss for Chris to come back to earth. One kiss to notice you were a half-opened present on his lap, and you two weren’t alone in the room. He was sharing you with someone else just because you had talked about it that one time. Just because you wanted to fulfill a fantasy of his.

Well, I’m personally here tonight to entertain Chris.

He felt himself get out of his own body and watched his whole entire personality change right in front of his eyes all of a sudden.

While deepening the kiss even more, he held your legs back from under your knees and spread you wider for Hyunjin, and started whispering the filthiest sweet nothings you had ever heard into your ear.

“Listen, baby. Listen to how wet your pussy is,” he kept talking in between his kisses, “Fucking dripping. Wouldn’t it sound incredible if I fucked you right here right now while he gives you the sloppiest head you’ve ever had in your life?”

Those words rendered in Chris’ husky voice sent a goddamn shockwave from your swollen clit directly to your head. You sank your fingertips deeper into his nape while pressing Hyunjin’s face closer to you.

“Chris…”

“It excites you, doesn’t it? It turns you on so bad knowing I get to watch you like this. Do you feel how hard I’m getting under you? Do you feel how fucking bad I want you? Do you?”

“Chris…”

“I wanna watch her squirt,” he firmly instructed Hyunjin, “Do your thing.”

Hyunjin slipped a finger inside you first and hooked it upwards, gently massaging your walls until he hit that one spot that made you arch into him. Without wasting any time, he locked on his target and added another finger while quietly moaning against your pussy. Chris wouldn’t stop whispering into your ear all the while and that verbal teasing was way worse than the way Hyunjin was fervently fingering you.

“You’ve fucking ruined me. I can’t fucking think straight because of you. I keep dreaming about sneaking into your bedroom and fucking you awake in the middle of the night. I keep zoning out imagining all the different ways I want to make you cum. I keep hearing your pretty moans echoing in my head. I want to make so many stupid mistakes with you. You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

“CHRIS!!!”

He knew. Hyunjin may have been the one physically working you, but he knew deep inside it was him who made you snap that frantically. It was him who made you cum so hard that you drenched Hyunjin’s face, and that sight was something to be absolutely proud of.

“Don’t move,” Hyunjin assumed his position between your legs while wiping your slick off his cheeks, “Stay like that. I want to fuck you into your man.”

Your man. 

Was Hyunjin aware of the nature of your relationship with Chris? Did Chris tell him to say that by any chance? Did he pick up on it himself? Even so… Even so…

Whatever the case was, it had no business titillating you this much.

Chris was still holding your legs back, and the way you were still pulsating made it way too easy for Hyunjin to find and slip into his target.

“Oh, fuck— me! Still too tight.”

He started paving his way inside you, stretching you open with shallow thrusts, and once he bottomed out, he immediately picked up his pace to feel you contract around him more.

“You wanna see something fun, baby?” Chris chuckled into your ear and looked right at Hyunjin before continuing, “Compliment him now that he’s balls deep in you and see what happens.”

You tried your best to recollect yourself and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

“You have no business looking this pretty while fucking like a beast.”

You felt how hard he twitched inside you. Hyunjin let out a moan so deep that you thought he was on the verge of cumming already.

“You know how pretty you are, don’t you?”

“Stop that.”

“If I were you, I would jerk off to myself in the mirror all the time.”

“Stop that.”

“Does your cum taste as sweet as your lips?”

“Oh, fuck you!” he started laughing maniacally, “I’ve never been this fucking jealous of you in my entire life, Chris. You have the perfect playmate.”

He leaned into you for a peck on your lips and looked deep into your eyes before speaking.

“I want one of you for myself.”

“Well, since you can’t,” Chris emphatically uttered with an almost taunting tone, “I think that means I won, right?”

When Hyunjin heard his own words from Chris’ mouth, he started fucking you even faster. While you thought you could handle it, the pressure became too much too fast.

“Ah, fuck…”

“Shh, it’s okay,” Chris soothed you with kisses on your temple, “You’re doing incredible, baby. I’m so… so… so proud of you.”

His intentions may have lied elsewhere, but Chris’ words made you clench even harder rather than relaxing you.

“Too– too much. St– Please!”

“Easy,” he immediately urged Hyunjin to pump the brakes, “Remember our deal. You’re switching with me.”

There was no way Hyunjin could walk around this one so he had no choice but to pull out. There was an amalgam of disappointment and frustration painting his vexatiously pleasing features.

“Told ya,” you flashed a fucked out smile to him to add insult to injury, “Too bad for you.”

Knowing how sore your legs were by then, Chris took it upon himself to carry you to the bed and lay you down comfortably. You watched him strip for you, and the sight instantly caused you to salivate. You hadn't even realized how much you had missed this magnificent view, not to mention how hard and flushed he was for you.

“Just the tip?” Chris smiled, his eyes beaming with mischief. You reflected it back to him remembering the incident he was referring to.

“Fuck you, Chris.”

“By all means. Just say the word.”

You were already pretty stretched out, so he had no problem picking up where Hyunjin left off.

“Oh, fuck yeah…”

Chris could do the dirtiest things to you, say the filthiest things in hushed tones, but for some reason, it never ceased to be an absolute turn on. Whatever it was, it just felt right with him.

And it was getting a bit scary, to be frank.

You let him fuck you however hard he pleased into that mattress while Hyunjin kept kissing you everywhere from the waist up. Your neck, your chest, your stomach, everywhere he could latch his lips to. His turn getting cut short along with how loud you were moaning under Chris was causing him to leak a little too much to go unnoticed.

“He’s done a good job for you, don’t you reckon, baby? You squirted on the man’s face for fuck’s sake,” Chris spoke in between his panting, “It’s rude not to return the favor.”

The insinuation of you making him cum peaked Hyunjin’s arousal levels right away. Chris pulled you up from your wrists and turned you around. You arched your ass for him to play with you as he pleased while Hyunjin made himself comfortable under you. One lick over his slit and he was already melting in your mouth.

And it was fine for a while.

The moment Chris felt he was being poisoned by jealousy was when he noticed Hyunjin was caressing your hair as you blew him, and it reached an unbearable level after some time. You didn’t know exactly what it was, but you picked up on the fact that he was upset with something when he started fucking you harder and you eventually felt a spank on your ass.

As if to say, That’s enough. Stop touching him.

Weren’t you the one who got rid of a man solely because he attempted to declare his independence on you by sending him to jail for that matter?

Then why the fuck were you luxuriating in this possessiveness fit that much?

You cannot cum inside her, in her mouth, or anywhere on her body. Non-negotiable.

You worked Hyunjin until the last possible moment, and once his moans started becoming way too guttural, you let him out with a loud pop and jerked him off until he came all over himself.

And it was fine until he managed to come down from his euphoric high.

It only took Hyunjin stealing one kiss from your lips for Chris to start seeing blindingly red. He immediately stopped everything and spoke in an intimidatingly firm tone.

“Hyun, I need you to leave.”

You and Hyunjin were both taken aback by the sudden change in mood, having no clue how to respond to this.

“Everything o–?”

“Leave.”

Hyunjin didn’t attempt to ask any further questions. He didn’t say anything else. He just got dressed as quickly as he could and left as if he was never there to begin with. You were riddled with an uneasy feeling from head to toe.

“Chris?”

He was sitting on the edge of the bed with sheets covering him from the waist down and his head in his hands. You approached him carefully and placed your hand on his shoulder so that he would look at you. His face was all contorted—you couldn’t quite figure out whether he was angry or sad or distraught or none of it or all of it at the same time.

“Will you kiss me?” he asked with a small voice, “Please?”

Of course. Of course you would kiss him. You would kiss him for hours if you wanted. For days. For months. His lips moved slowly on yours like he was trying to suture a deep cut. A bleeding wound that you inflicted on him. You hated yourself for causing him pain in any capacity, and the urge to punish yourself for it was starting to take over you. You were apologizing to him without words, just kissing ‘I’m so sorry’s on his skin to soothe his obscure pain. 

This whole thing was an attempt you thought would set things straight, but it had backfired on both of you so bad.

So… so… so fucking bad.

You pulled Chris on top of you with one harsh move and grabbed his face with both your hands.

“Grope me. I deserve to be punished.”

There was a disconcerted look on his face as if he was having a hard time comprehending what you really wanted.

“What a–”

“Fucking do it!”

His gaze was piercing through you. His kisses were devolving into gentle bites again, and he was transforming into something untameable right before your eyes. Like you wanted. Like you deserved.

“Close your eyes.”

You wanted it. You wanted it more than anything else. You wanted him to take ownership of your body. Of your soul. Of everything that made you. 

You wanted him.

“You’re gonna absorb the shape of my fingertips around your neck. You’re gonna commit the way I kiss you to memory. You’re gonna cram how my tongue feels on each different part of your skin.”

You felt the way he grazed his teeth on your neck, and his sloppy kisses quickly turned into not-to-gentle sucks to mark hickeys on you.

“You’re gonna memorize the flicks of my tongue. You’re gonna memorize the shape of my lips on your clit.”

The familiar texture of his plush lips enveloped your pussy as if he wanted to devour it whole. You instinctively tangled your fingers in his hair and guided his head in that rhythm you liked so much as he lapped at your clit.

“You’re gonna learn exactly how many centimeters my fingers are and how far I can reach into your pussy. You gonna learn the sound your sopping wet cunt makes when I finger you.”

He hooked two of his fingers inside you and kept eating your pussy while disrespectfully fingering you. You had told him you wanted to be punished, and if this was his way of disciplining you, by all means, you could keep fucking things up on the regular with pleasure.

“More… Please!”

“You’re gonna remember what it feels like to fuck me,” Chris hovered over your body and tugged at your lips with his teeth, “You’re gonna remember how I fit inside you perfectly. You know why? Because you’re a sleeve for me and that’s it.”

He aligned himself with your entrance again and started fucking you with sharp thrusts, each making a point as he was hitting the most secluded corners inside you.

“You’re gonna remember how my tongue makes you cum. You’re gonna remember how my fingers make you cream. You’re gonna fucking remember how my cock inside you makes you scream, you hear me?”

His rhythm became faster just a measure and he buried his lips into yours, kissing your soul out of you in the meantime.

“Did he fuck you better than this?” he pressed his forehead against yours and spoke in whispers even though it was just the two of you, “You love it when I fuck you, don’t you? You want me.”

You clung to his shoulders as if you were holding on for dear life and wrapped your legs around him tighter. 

“More,” you finally snapped your eyes open and met his categorically fiery eyes, ablaze with unadulterated passion, “Talk to me. Please.”

“You wanna get your pussy eaten? You’re gonna come to me. You wanna fuck? You’re gonna call me. You wanna cum? You’re gonna ask me. Nobody else. I’m gonna fucking condition you if that’s what it takes. You’ll only get wet for me.”

“Chris…”

“He can’t have you. He can’t. He can’t,” he kept whispering into your ear like a desperate plea, “I’m not gonna let him. I’m not gonna let anyone.”

“Look at me.”

“You’re mine, you hear me? Only mine. I can’t fucking stand the thought of someone else touching you!”

“Stop being this fucking hot, I’m already under you!!!”

As you both erupted into pure rapture, one thing was crystal clear for you. No matter how much he thought he could do it, Chris wasn’t able to tolerate certain things. As much as you weren’t able to tolerate his wife for that matter.

Your arrangement for the night did not include a sleepover, and the fact that Hyunjin wasn’t there anymore did not change it. You both took a quick shower and headed back home in his car. You were supposed to get off two blocks away, but right before you got off…

“I think we need to talk.”

You turned back to him with somewhat of a worry on your face.

“Everything okay?”

“No.” 

Oh…

“I don’t know what happened back there and I don’t want to say something I’ll regret. I think it’s better if I sleep on it.”

“O… kay?” you raised your brows trying to figure out where he was headed with this.

“I’m traveling tomorrow for a conference. Let’s meet when I come back, okay?”

No conversation prefaced with We need to talk ended up being good news. 

Your chest tightened.

A week passed in nothing but worry. There was no word from Chris, and you certainly didn’t want to bust the man’s balls in the middle of a conference like, Oh hey, it’s the gal you’re fucking every once in a while. What were we going to talk about because I’m running out of nails to chew on.

A week. That week dragged on for three months.

The night Chris returned, he asked if he could come over for a quick visit, and you almost flatlined. You weren’t even sure what you were feeling anymore. The pale blues of anxiety had faded into the bleak gray of dread. You welcomed him through your backyard door and attempted small talk as if you didn’t want to yell at his face to spill his guts.

“How was the conference?”

“Boring to an average person,” he responded as casually as he could manage, “But I had a blast.”

Did that blast also include some out-of-town shenanigans by any chance?

You attempted to turn on the floor lamp right by your couch, but Chris stopped you at the last second.

“Don’t.”

“Why? You wanna sit in the dark?”

“I’m– Yeah, I kinda want that actually.”

You creased your brows in confusion and plopped down on your couch, running out of patience for him to get to the fucking point already. Chris sat down on the edge of his seat and finally began narrating his piece.

“Listen, I don’t know how to say this and not come across as an absolute dick, so I’m just gonna go ahead and say it.”

“Okay?”

“The night of our… hangout,” he briefly paused, trying to pick the correct words, “I realized that I’m definitely not made for this.”

You had taken a bullet to your arm once and that still hurt way less than this. What were you expecting? What the actual fuck were you expecting? To drive off into the sunset with him? How the fuck were you this oblivious that the very back of your subconscious was actually picking out wedding dresses while you were living in fucking denial? Stupid. You were oh so so so fucking stupid.

“I understand.”

“I don’t know what I was thinking! The idea sounded sexy in my head, but it made my fucking blood boil. I almost threw an uppercut on Hyunjin’s face.”

Throw a what on Hyunjin’s what now?

You cocked a brow, genuinely not following the flow of the conversation at all.

“I know I have absolutely no right to ask you this,” Chris held your hands in his, “but please don’t ask to invite someone else between us again.”

You expected him to continue, but he stopped. You were looking at him with such a blank stare that Chris thought you were having a stroke for a moment.

“That’s– That’s it?” you twisted your face with something akin to bewilderment.

“Yeah, why?”

You took the deepest breath of your life from your nose and cracked your fingers. You were fucking furious for what he’d put you through for a goddamn week, and this motherfucker had the audacity to utter the most clueless, Yeah, why? of the millennium. You started punching him on the arm with gradually more painful strikes.

“Why the fuck… would you say… we need to TALK… if it DOESN’T MEAN—”

“Hold up, hold up,” he grabbed your wrists in a hurry, “You thought… You thought I wanted to end things between us?”

“DUH?!?!”

To say that you were fuming would be a massive understatement, yet Chris was looking at you with utter endearment on his face.

“It’s way too late for that, don’t you think?”

“Why, did the stores close? Jesus fucking…”

When he started laughing, your frustration levels reached such a peak that you started pacing in your living room. Chris eventually got up to stop you and held onto your shoulders.

“I know we can never have a normal relationship, but I don’t give a fuck about being just friends with you,” he spoke more seriously, “Well, we’ve never really been friends anyway.”

You felt your annoyance melt away instantly, but something else was rapidly replacing it.

Panic.

“We… we said—”

“I know what we said,” Chris’ smile was long gone by then, “That was me-falling-hopelessly-in-love-with-you ago.”

No. No, no, no, no, don’t say that. Don’t fucking say that.

“Chris, don’t–”

“Do you love me?”

A question made up of four words. It had single-word answers. It should have been easy. It should have been fucking easy to respond. Either in the form of the truth or a blatant lie. Or something political as an emergency move. Just… something. But you were drawing a total blank.

“Please.”

“Yes or no. How I feel about you will not change,” he insisted, “Do you love me?”

Your eyes were uncontrollably welling up. Your voice came out so tiny that it wouldn’t be audible at all if the deep night didn’t render your living room deafeningly quiet.

“Please,” a single teardrop let itself run free down your cheek, “Please don’t let me love you, Chris.” 

You wanted to nuke everything to the ground when he smiled that brightly. You wanted to fucking die when he kissed you that passionately. You wanted to resurrect again in another life just to be with him as the first and only man you had ever fallen in love with. 

You wanted to run away far far far away from this cruelly ugly reality.

“I’m guilty of deciding the conferences I attend based on location as much as the next person, so sue me,” he leisurely shrugged, “An artist I’ve been admiring for so long lives there.”

Without saying anything else, he took his top off, looking very proud of what he was showing to you. The only source of light illuminating the room was the moonlight seeping through the window, and it was directly cast on Chris like a custom-made spotlight for him. He took your hand and pressed it on the tattoo on the left side of his chest, which depicted a tribal wolf head adorned with thistles.

“It’s you and me, baby,” he launched his devastatingly endearing dimples for you, “I’m wearing you on my body.”

You lost your fucking mind seeing that. 

You were literally under his skin. Forever. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream your lungs out. You wanted to slap him into oblivion. You wanted to kiss him until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

You didn’t do any of that.

You pressed your lips on his tattoo and kissed it delicately instead. You kept kissing it while gently pushing him back against the sofa. You kept kissing it, and his torso, and his crotch while you were getting on your knees. Your mouth didn’t leave his skin for one second as you slowly rid him of his pants. You took your sweet time worshipping his abdomen and crotch just to see watch him twitch and get harder for you. Just to see him leak more and more. Just to listen to how his breathing quickened and how he started whining for you to wrap your lips around him.

“Taste me. Taste what you do to me.”

You licked a clean stripe starting from his shaft and pressed your tongue on the vein on his cock to feel his pulse on your tongue. It was as rabid as yours. Indubitably.

“I can barely move,” Chris let out a silent exhale, “You own me.”

You took him in the warmth of your mouth and let him guide you in a slow rhythm that he liked. Your end goal was not to make him cum. You just wanted to feel him. You wanted to say things that you didn’t know how, desperately hoping he would understand them.

“Come up, baby,” he pulled you to himself from your shoulders, “Please.”

You let him slowly take your clothes off and straddled him. You may have fucked each other before, but never this deep. Never this lazily. Never like you had all the time to kill in the world. Just kissing one another into the night. Chris was fucking his existence deeper into you and colonizing your soul with every thrust. It didn’t belong to you anymore–it was his exclusive property. 

“You don’t have to say it out loud,” he whispered against your neck, “I know. Me too.”

He pressed your hand on his tattoo again. You felt his heartbeat on your fingertips. Inside you. Throbbing. You didn’t have blood running in your veins anymore. Your heart was pumping Chris to course through your whole body.

“I love you,” he softly spoke while looking deep into your eyes, “Please, at least let me say it. I love you so very much.”

You had never cum to hearing those three cursed words before, but in your defense, nobody had ever uttered them to you while they were deep inside you while being fully aware you were synonymous with the final circle of hell.

“Let’s go away next weekend,” Chris brushed your hair back to see your face better on his chest, “Just you and me.”

“And how will you be explaining your sudden absence?”

“At any given time, there’s always a conference going on somewhere.”

You giggled at his words and pulled yourself up to throw your arms around him.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise,” he pecked your smile, “Bring your favorite toys again. I might have plans for them.”

You were at the same greasy spoon waiting for Minho when your phone rang. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, not because it was Chris’ name on the screen, but because you knew Jisung had invited him for a guy’s night out to get trashed.

“So I’m assuming you’re alive?”

You heard an extended groan on the other end of the line, which made your giggle turn into a full-on cackle.

“I’m… never… drinking… again.”

“Methinks somebody forgot what having fun looks like.”

“I don’t remember anything after the third glass. These guys can drink,” Chris spoke in a somewhat sleepy voice, “Jisung says it was a super fun night, so I’ll just take his word for it.”

“Glad you got to relive your frat boy memories,” you kept giggling and finally spotted Minho from afar, “I gotta go now. Talk to you later?”

“You’d better. I need to be nursed back to life with a million kisses.”

You hung up the phone as Minho settled down in front of you while opening the button of his blazer.

“Tell me you have something for me, Min. This is getting fucking ridiculous.”

“So you’re ready to admit it now?”

You were glaring at him as if you could instantly master the Jedi mind tricks to make his head blow up.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Say you got it bad for the doctor dude and you want the wife out of the picture.”

“On my deathbed.”

“Suit yourself,” Minho immediately buttoned his blazer back and stood up to leave, which prompted you to instinctively cling to his arm.

“Fine!”

He glued his eyes on you and pointed at his watch to remind you that the clock was ticking, and you managed to stitch some syllables together due to running out of every other option.

“I'm– I lo– I–”

“Let’s not wait for the grass to grow, shall we?”

“I love him,” you coursed through the words as if you were rapping them with incomprehensible dictation, “There, happy?”

“Attagirl. Was that so hard?” he patted your head and slammed a file on the table, “Ya girl fucking psycho.”

“What is it?”

“May we have two peach iced teas, please? She’s paying. Thank you very very much,” Minho placed an overly polite order and turned to you again, “I called the admissions office to ask about their alumna currently going by the name Casey Bang for a profile for the city council newsletter. Guess what they said to me.”

“That they wished her a very ‘step on a lego’.”

“Better. They have no record of her.”

“They what?” you widened your eyes in shock, “So she didn’t graduate from Yale?”

“Well, she has a diploma from Yale. What she doesn’t have is conclusive evidence of her attending a single class,” he took a large gulp from his iced tea, “Which immediately led me to call Mingi.”

Everybody who had ever done business with The Club recognized the holy name of Song “Xerox” Mingi. He was the top brass of the counterfeiters of The Club. Your jaw dropped all the way to the floor.

“No shit! Malibu Barbie forged that diploma?”

“Affirmative. She did attend college somewhere south, though, but her records show me that she dropped out,” Minho tutted in disapproval, “Fucking sloppy work. If you’re gonna do something like this either leave no trace behind or be a little lowkey, jesus. Why the fuck did it have to be some Ivy League school?”

Was that some piece of useful information? Yes. But it was a single-bullet gun that required careful planning on how to use it.

“Anything else?”

“All I know for sure is that this marriage is a fraud. I mean, you would know. We collaborated on several projects together.”

“You think she has something on him?”

“Yes, and I’m trying to find out what it is. This doesn’t seem like some ‘minor leagues’ thing,” his tone turned serious all of a sudden, “Don’t jump the gun just yet. I still got a bunch of stuff to learn, but I think I have a pretty solid lead. I wanna try something to confirm my hypothesis.”

“Try what?”

Minho leaned into the table and spoke with the straw still in his mouth.

“We’re gonna invite the ghosts of her past over and make ‘em say boo.”

«TO BE CONTINUED»

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