𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 || Mingyu x Y/n x Wonwoo

wrong | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟺

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘷𝘦."

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"This is wrong, we shouldn't do this." Y/n says in a worried tone. "Wrong? Y/n, we both know we're beyond right and wrong. We're two people caught in a web of our own making. And tonight, I'm offering you the chance to indulge in something you crave just as much as I do. For one night, let's forget about everyone else and give in to our desires." He states, his eyes on the road ahead.

Y/n sighs and agrees for Wonwoo's sake. "That's my girl." He continues driving towards his penthouse apartment, located in a discreet part of town. "By the way, leave your phone and any other devices in the glove compartment." He glances over at her, a warning flashing in his eyes. "I wouldn't want anything to 'leak' out."

Y/n nods and shoves her purse inside the glove compartment along with her phone. "We're almost there." He turns onto a private road leading to his building, he turns into the parking garage, the sound of the engine dying as he shifts into park.

He gets out of the car and walks around to open the door for Y/n. He offers his hand, helping her out of the car. They get inside the elevator and soon reach the top floor. "Welcome home, sweetheart." He opens the door and walks ahead of her. "Leave your shoes on. I like the way you look in heels. Make yourself comfortable. We'll get started soon enough." He heads to the bar, pouring himself a glass of scotch. "Can I get you something to drink?"

Y/n walks inside, nervously looking around the familiar surroundings. "No, I'm fine."

Mingyu shrugs and takes a sip, the amber liquid burning down his throat. He walks closer to her, his presence suffocating. "Come here."

Y/n walks closer to him, her heels clicking against the floor. He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "I've thought about this moment so many times. Wondered what it would feel like to have you back in my arms." He nuzzles his face into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. "You still smell like sin and temptation." He kisses her skin, his lips tracing a path up her neck.

Y/n's breathing quickens in nervousness and excitement, her mind still running with the thoughts of her husband and betraying him.

Mingyu feels her rapid pulse beneath his lips, a slow smile spreading across his face. "That's it, baby. Let go." His hands sliding down to cup her ass. "I've got you now. And I won't let go until I'm good and ready." He trails his fingers up her spine, his touch igniting a spark of electricity.
 
"What do you want me to do?" Y/n asks, trying to finish it up quickly. Mingyu steps back, his gaze roving over her body. "Take off your dress, Y/n. Show me what you're working with."

Y/n sighs, her hands on his chest, trying to push him away but his huge built overpowering her. "I- Min, I can't, this feels wrong in so many ways." She says with guilt written across her face.

Mingyu's face darkens. "Wrong? You think this feels wrong? You think being married to another man, pretending to love him, doesn't feel wrong? You played me, Y/n. Played me like a fiddle. And now you expect me to forgive and forget? I don't think so. Take. Off. The. Dress. Now." He speaks each word through gritted teeth.

"I am not pretending! I love Wonwoo and he's all i-" Y/n speaks up, triggered by his accusations but he cuts her off. "Shut up and strip. Right now!" Mingyu raises his voice, glaring at her, scaring her.