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J.YH - Up to Something 🔞

You stand in the open kitchen, making a sandwich for yourself as your hands smootly and effortlessly slice the tomatoes while leaning against the marble counter whereas your eyes are fixed on the idols dancing on the TV screen.

You are oh so lost in watching the television that you don't even acknowledge the front door opening nor you remember the text you sent to yunho, your husband, demanding an apology about something one of his suspicious acts at work. His acquaintance at work is your old friend, seeking every opportunity to report your husband's acts to you, even if it's just talking sweetly with a fellow employee.

Your eyes trail over the your favourite idol group member's as they lineup to greet themselves on the television.

At the very moment, you feel the apron lace tightening around your waist as someone pulls on it, pulling your body closer to theirs.

Their arms slide around your waist, as they tighten their hold, trapping your breathe between your lung. When your back rests against their chest and you breath in their scent, you immediately recognise it.

It is familiar, oh! so familiar that you melt in it everyday, in the arms of your oh!, so sweet husband that's a perfect representation of your teenage fantasies.

Like the fresh wind in the medows, his scent takes over your mind as it brings your inner desires to the surface, clouding your thoughts.

"So, my lovely wife is watching other men, while I'm at work working my ass off?" He breathes against your neck, his voice an octate lower than the one you last heard in the morning, when he left the house after pressing a goodbye kiss on your cheek.

His voice screamed danger; a sign for you to run but how could you? You were trapped between his arm's strong hold and the marble counter.

Perhaps, you have been destined to endure your husband's fury in the most unfavourable conditions.

"I guess, men flirting with women outside of marriage doesn't count?" You ask him in a hitched breathing as you shiver under his hand's warm touch, that had sneeked inside the frill of your frock, caressing the supple skin of your waist.

"Does discussing the meeting with your co- worker, count as flirting too these days?" He whispers as his warm breathe flutters against your ear.

Shifting his arms, he moves to his hands further up your torso as they now caress your breasts, holding them instead of your not-so-available bra.

"It- it does" you say breathlessly as his fingers squeeze your breasts, arousing every inch of your skin with burning desire. His touch turns teasing, as his hands trail down the curve of your hips and inside the crease of your parties.

"yuyu stop- I need to focus"

"Focus on what, whore? Other men who aren't your husband?" He almost growls and you gulp nervously at his tone. "be the obedient slut you are, and thank God for not getting punished. You really thought you could get away with accusing me?"