Unholy Marriage || minchan

18. Virgin?

Chan

I stood by the bar, nursing a drink. My eyes fixed on my husband across the room, who is engaged in a conversation with a group of men and women. He laughed at something one of them said, his smile bright and genuine. My grip on the glass tightened, and my jaw sets in a rigid line. A tight knot twisted in my chest.

The women leaned in closer, their expressions open and eager as they hang on Minho's every word. My main focus began to fade as I observed the interaction more closely.

One of them lightly touched his arm, emphasizing a point. My stomach knots this time, and a flash of irritation crosses my face. My mind filled with insecurities and doubts.

I tries to focus on the conversation around me, but my attention keeps drifting back to Minho. Each time he laughs or touches one of the men lightly on the shoulder, a pang of jealousy stabs at my heart. I took a deep breath, attempting to calm the storm of emotions within me.

As I continued to watch, I noticed the people being at war for gaining his attention, their eyes lingering on him a little too long. Minho seemed unaware of the fact, enjoying the company and the exchange of ideas.

My jealousy grew, filled by a sense of helplessness. I knew he wasn't doing anything wrong, but the nagging feeling grew at me nonetheless.

I couldn't approach him. No one knows our relations. Nor should anyone know. But I can't. I can't anymore.

I looked into his direction again and saw a woman speaks something into his ear because of the loud music. They're too close! Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I crossed the room. Almost glaring at the group.

My steps are purposeful as I approached, one of the men I knew, notices me and he smiled slightly. My expression unchanged. My siren eyes boring into the men. Minho senses the tension but tries to act normal.

The men greet me politely, but I barely acknowledged them. Instead, I wrapped an arm around Minho's waist, pulling him closer to me in a possessive gesture. He glances up at me, his eyes widened searching for understanding.

"What are you-" He spoke in a low voice as the people looked at us in an awkward expression. "Need for a talk." I pulled away my hand from his waist and gripped his wrist tightly. Glaring at the men once before I dragged Minho along with me.

Minho tried to free his wrist from my grip. The sudden power I had in me, resisted his attempts. He kept speaking but all his words fell on deaf ears. "Fucking stop right now, Chan." He warned.

I went towards the reception. "Single room for one night. I'll fill the formalities later." I spoke in a deep and almost mean tone. The receptionist smiled and soon handed me the key card till Minho struggled behind me to get out of my grip.

I have no idea where this strength came from. Minho has enough muscles to be setting himself free but he couldn't.

Maybe it's the alcohol. Or maybe it's jealousy. Both brings out the worst of me.

We soon reached the room. All the way Minho kept blabbering stuff but my mind wasn't in a mood to take it. I swiped the card, entered, and swinged my arm, making Minho fall on the bed with a force.

He bounced on the soft mattress and glared up at me. "What the fucking hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted. A storm of anger and desire swirling within me.

I placed a knee on the bed beside his thigh, grabbing his collar aggressively, I yanked him towards me. Our breaths exchanged. Mine heavy, his combined with a gulp. Fast and harsh.

"You think you can fuck around in my presence?" His jaw clenched as he threw my hand away setting his collar free. "What I do is my darn business, Chan. Do not forget the deal-"

"Fuck the deal!" I shouted in his face and pushed him as he laid back on the bed. I hovered over him our faces close. His eyes widened. He was too shocked to move a muscle. I grabbed his jaw tight.

"Had fun with those men? Were they better than me? What did they have that I don't, huh?" I spoke in a voice of almost a whisper. He was close enough to hear. "Why should I fucking explain myself?" He spoke coldly.

I nodded while clenching my jaw and smashed my lips onto his. He gasped loud in a state of shock.

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3rd person pov

Chan grabbed the back of Minho's hair, pulling them, sending a sharp sting through his scalp. Minho yelped shortly between the kiss.

The kiss was fierce, almost punishing. Chan's lips were demanding and irresistible. Minho was shocked at first, but soon his surprise turned into a rush of feelings. His hands, which had tried to push Chan away, now clutched at Chan's white shirt, fingers digging into the fabric.

The kiss deepened, becoming a battle of wills, neither willing to back down. Chan's grip on Minho tightened, the tension in his body vibrating through Minho.

Their teeth clashed, a painful reminder of the intensity driving them. Chan's tongue pressed into Minho's mouth, claiming and exploring with raw, desperate hunger.

Minho's head spun with a mix of emotions, anger, desire, fear, that all fused into a burning need. He matched Chan's fervor, meeting his passion with his own, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps.

The world outside disappeared; there was only the fierce press of lips, the urgent dance of tongues, and the shared fire between them.

When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, lips swollen and red.

Chan's eyes searched Minho's, still blazing, but now with a hint of something more, a plea, a vulnerability hidden beneath the rage. Minho's eyelids fluttered as he stared back with his heart pounding.

"Strip." Chan commanded. "I won't." Minho replied but then gulped at the dangerous sight.

"Oh, you will."

Minho was breathing heavily with his face turned to the left side. The blush all over his face as Chan looked down at Minho's nude figure. Minho revealed a big cock but not as much as compared to his husband.

Chan hovered over him again. Minho's adam's apple bobbed once. He still didn't have the courage to look at him. Chan gently held his chin and turned his head.

"Eyes on me, Min. Your eyes are only for me." He spoke barely above a whispered. Minho remained speechless.

The smell of the alcohol consumed by both combined to give a new smell across the room. Chan's eyes never leaving Minho as his hand placed gentle and light touches on Minho's body. His breath hitched and he flinched.

Ignoring his reactions Chan's hand went down and traced his skin till his left leg and then, he grabbed Minho's thigh and pulled it up till it was rested on Chan's shoulder.

Minho's eyes widened a little. "Chan, n-no-" His words were cut as he gasped lightly feeling Chan's thumb on his asshole.

"Is your hole still a virgin, Minho?" He asked in his deep voice. He gulped once and slowly nodded.

Chan's expression darkened. He pushed his middle finger into the hole earning a loud moan from Minho.

"I hate liars, baby."