Story Of My Life (In A Relationship With EXO Lay ✅)

18 | I'm Living A Lie

*Mature content ahead

Yixing pulled me inside the house again, and closed the glass door. The soft sounds of rain tapping against the window surrounded us and so did the warmth. I stared at him and he stared back. The way he was looking at me was so turn on, it was like he wanted grab me and fuck me on the carpet right there, right now. Well, he could. Would.

As soon as that thought crossed my mind, warm hands met my cheeks and slid to the nape of my neck, stealing the strength from my knees and the air from my lungs. "Fei." He kissed me. His lips were wet from the rain, and they were a little bit cold, but he soothed that with the warm caress of his tongue against mine.

I scrunched his shirt in between my fingers and pulled him towards the bedroom. He stumbled upon his steps as we entered the room.

Yixing stopped by the bed, and placed both his palms on my cheeks until his lips hovered an inch away from mine and then, just like that, he brushed them against my mouth once before he claimed it in a kiss. His fingers digged into my skin as he angled my head up and plunged his tongue inside, swirling it against mine. I lost my mind in his touch, his thumb caressing my skin.

"Shit..." I placed my head on his chest, trying to breath. That was intense. "What do I do, Yixing. What the fuck should I do now?" I whispered, still struggling with our reality.

"This is wrong... So wrong," he replied. He dropped his head on my shoulder. His mouth continued to move across my skin, and I felt my neck tilting so that he could find even more of me to kiss. His fingers tangled in my hair as he gripped the back of my head to hold me still against his mouth.

"Leave, Yixing," My voice was pleading. "You don't need this." He was kissing his way up my throat, breaking for breath only when he met my eyes.

"You said you want me."

I closed my eyes. "I just don't know how to stop wanting you, but you don't deserve it. I won't give you more than this. I won't ever. So leave before I hurt you more than I already have."

He shook his head. "That's the thing, Fei. I'm ready for you to rip me apart, but not ready to leave you."

"But-"

"I love you."

"Love should make you happy, but I won't. I ruin every good thing in my life." I shook my head. "I'm being selfish for asking this. I shouldn't be," I mumbled, but he pulled me into his embrace nonetheless.

"I know what I'm doing to myself, but I can't seem to stop. I can't." His eyes stared into mine, and something disappeared from the air. The need to control ourselves. We opened our mouths at the exact same time and completely devoured each other. We were frantic, pulling at each other, moaning, digging into each other's skin. Our mouths never separated as he shut the door, and sat on the bed.

I placed myself in his lap as he helped me out of my top. I unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the ground. Then he yanked off my bra. He pushed me onto the bed and pulled off my jeans, then stood and removed his own.

We were running.

Running before we again start thinking of the past or the future. It was easy to say that we should be in present, but it was not easy in the real life. Running away from your consciousness, your truth was tough. I knew because I had been running my whole life so that the tragedy won't caught up with me.

We were in bed. He leaned down to the sensitive flesh of my breast and sucks on it before biting - hard. My back arched off the bed and a terrifying wave spreads over me. His body was over mine as he gave me his weight, every part of him joined me. I was wet, and felt him thrusting into me slowly. I gripped the edge of the sheets tighter as he rocked his hips gently, letting me get used to his size and to his rhythm.