I can't fucking sleep. He ripped my fucking heart out. How the fuck am I supposed to react to that? I'm trying real fucking hard not to take offence to that. That's where he draws the line? I can fuck him all I want. Talk about using his ass as payment and fucking, make love to him in my bed. But I can't read his kid a bedtime story?

He had no fucking underwear on. My cum was probably leaking down his thigh. But he'd rather that? He fucking safe worded me. I've only been safe worded a handful of times when I first started playing. I know the limits. I know what men want. I'm good at reading their body language. But I can't read his, my little tiger. Just thinking of my pet name for him has my heart clenching in agony.  I'm a fucking fool for thinking he's mine. He's not meant to be with a man like me, and it's obvious he wants it to stay that way.

I thought he felt it. How could he not? I gave him everything. I feel raw and broken. And now he's lying next to me right where I fucked him, on his side with his back to me, pretending to sleep. I know he's awake. His breathing isn't even close to steady.
I'm not going to do this. I'm not going to put up with this shit. He wants to act like that, it's on him. But my heart is fucking open, and I'm not going to let him pretend I didn't just make love to him. That I didn't just see right into his fucking soul as he came on my dick. It was fucking beautiful. I'm not going to let him disrespect that.

"Why are you pretending to sleep, little tiger?" I ask, doing my best to keep the contempt out of my voice. "I'm not pretending." His voice comes out confident and then lowers. "Just trying to sleep."
"You don't want me to hold you after tonight?" That fucking hurts, too. I should be all over him. Making sure he's alright. I know better than to let him be on his own. But fuck, I'm hurting after that shit. "It's alright if you don't want to." His voice breaks at the end. My brows raised in surprise.

"Babe?" I lean over and turn him, so his back is on the bed. His cheeks are tear stained. Fuck! "Little tiger, what's wrong?" I pull him into my embrace and he fucking loses it. "Have you been crying this whole time?"
"No." He shakes his head into my chest and barely gets the word out. "Let it out, babe." I gently rub his back and feel like a fucking prick. I've been lying here pissed because he doesn't want me around his son, yet he's been crying right next to me and I didn't even know. "Tell me what's wrong." I speak gently, but firmly. I know he's gonna try to find a way around telling me what's bothering him. My heart twists in agony; he didn't want me to know he was crying.

"I know this is going fast, babe, but you gotta try to trust me." A sob leaves him as he shakes his head. "It's alright babe, just....just let it all out."
"I can't." He pushes away from me with tears in his red-rimmed eyes. His plush lips are turned down, and I still think he looks so damn beautiful. I don't know how I ever looked at him before, it's just a piece of ass. But something's different now.
"You can, babe. Just let it out." He shakes his head and his chest heaves with a sob, his shoulders bowing inward. "I can't be with you." He sucks in a strangled breath. "This," he says, motioning between us, "I can't." His voice chokes on the last word. And it may as well have choked me.

My chest hollows and I let out a heavy breath, wrapping my arm around his shoulders and letting him cry into my chest. I don't think I've ever felt pain like this. I don't fucking like it.
"You don't wanna be with me, little tiger?" I need him to say the words. I don't want to hear them, but I need him to say them. "That's not it." A spark of hope flares in my chest until he adds, "Baekhyun." My breath stops short. "I can't do this to Baekhyun," he cries into my chest.
"Because I'm in the mob?" I ask clearly somehow.
"I can't give him that life." He shakes his head and I hardly hear his words through his tears.
I swallow the lump growing in my throat. "You don't think I'd be good for him?" I'd be great for him. I don't know much about kids, but I'd learn. I'd treat them both better than his shit husband did.

He pulls away from me and looks at me with this disbelief. "How could you?" He wipes the tears away with the back of his hand and tries to get off the bed. I snatch his wrist and pull him closer to me. I take his lips with mine and push him back onto the mattress. One hand on his throat and one beside his head, bracing my body. I cage him in and kiss him with everything I have. His fingernails dig into my back.
I bite down on his bottom lip and pull back until he whimpers. I whisper in the air between us, "I'm good enough to fuck, you, but that's it?"

A sad look of regret crosses his face. I wish it hadn't. I don't want to regret it. I know I gave him what he needed. "Is that it, little tiger?" I searched his pained expression for anything other than regret and remorse. "You don't want me, babe?"
His lips part and the saddest noise sounds from his lips. I can see in his eyes that he wants me. I know he trusts me from the way his hand gentles on my forearm. My hands wrapped around his throat and he didn't even react to it. I lean down and kiss him again, closing my eyes and gently sucking. I brush my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he parts them, opening himself for me and moaning into my mouth.
He fucking loves me like I do him. It's not supposed to be like this, but what really ever happens like it's supposed? I gently rest my forehead against his. My body heats and my dick hardens with a desperate need to be inside him again and show him how much he loves me.

"Don't fucking act like you don't want me." My hips push his legs apart, and he opens them obediently. "You just don't want to believe you do." I rock my dick against his member before reaching down to push my pants down. "Stop lying to yourself."
"I do." He struggles to say his words. Relief washes through me, but it's only temporary. The look on his face tells me everything. He'll never be with me. It fucking hurts. He didn't even give us a chance. He must see my pain, because his hands grab my neck and he pushes my lips onto his.

"Please," he whispers. But I don't know what he means. I can't ever figure him out. I look deep into his hazel eyes.

"Please," he asks again, his breathing shallow. He bites his bottom lip and rocks against my hard dick. He just wants me to fuck him. A sharp shot to my chest makes me almost get off him, but his words stop me. "Like you want to. Like I'm yours." I barely hear his words. I search his eyes, and then I hear the sweetest sounds whispered from his lips,

"Punish me."

It won't take the pain away. I know it won't, but I'll be damned if I don't want to pin him down and make him love me. I narrowed my eyes and looked down at Hannie. "Take your shirt off and get on your knees."
I'm going to take him exactly how I've wanted to since I first held his ass in my office. It may be the last time I ever get to. In the morning, I know he'll want to leave. And I don't think I have it in me to stop him. So I'm going to make this night count. I sit back on my heels and stroke my dick as he obeys me.

My hand comes down hard across his ass, leaving an angry red print. He yelps and his body jolts forward with the blow. The slap echoes through the room, and then I remember his son. Fuck! I need to be quiet. A small voice inside me says he's right. But I push that shit down and shake it off. I reach into the night stand for some lube with my right hand, while my left rubs the mark on his ass. I can have him tonight. Every way I want and every way he wants. I lean forward, my dick nestled between his ass cheeks, and take his throat in my hand. I squeeze lightly and whisper into his ear, "You want me to fuck you like you're mine to do what I want, how I want."

I stroke the lube over my dick and use the excess over his puckered hole. I don't waste any time slipping my finger in knuckle deep. "Good boy. Arch your back," I say, and he immediately obeys. "Push back, babe." I fuck his ass with my finger until he's moaning into the pillows, and then I added a second. My left hand strokes my dick and I wish it was his mouth. His lips are parted, and soft whimpers are falling easily from them. His eyes are closed, and I know he's enjoying this. I pull my fingers out and line my dick up; his eyes fly open, and it makes me smirk.

"This is what you want from me, babe?" I keep my hand on the small of his back to keep him steady, and I watch those lips turn into a perfect "O" as I pump shallow thrusts into his ass. His hot walls feel so fucking good. He clenched his heat as his head thrashed on the pillow.
"You want me to fuck you like I own you," I said, and lean down and pushed my dick deep into him; all the way to the balls. "Guess what, little tiger?" I pull back, almost all the way out. My dick begs to be back in his warmth. His ass looks so fucking perfect with my dick in it. I grabbed his chin in my hand and pulled his head back, so he looked at me. "I do own you."

I slan back into him and watched his beautiful lips part with a cry of pleasure. I keep a steady pace, holding his eyes. My breathing comes in pants as I fuck him exactly how he wants. He wants it brutal; he wants to believe that's who I am. I'll give him that. I won't deny him. I thrust into him and I didn't hold back. His nipples are hard and I reached forward to squeeze it and pull to give him the added sensation. His mouth hangs open, and his eyes squeeze shut as I keep up my pace. His whimpers turn to squeaks and I know he's getting close. My hand flies to his member as a cold sweat breaks out on my body.

"Cum for me." his back bows and his head falls to the mattress as he does exactly what I told him to do. My balls draw up and my spine tingles as I find my own release with him. I pump into him with every wave until the aftershocks have passed.

I gently pet Hannie's back and kissed his shoulder. "Stay here, little tiger." I plant another kiss on his shoulder and grab a hand towel from the bathroom to clean up. I wipe both of us off and lay him gently on the bed. I wasn't gentle with him. Not like I was planning to be at his place.
I lie down beside him and pull him into me. None of that crying on his own shit. "Are you alright, babe?" I ask as he backs his ass up to nestle between my hips. It makes a soft smile form on my lips.
"Hmmmm." He's so exhausted he can't even answer. I rub my hand down his arm and kiss his shoulder before settling behind him. His warm body against mine feels so right.
A pang pains in my chest at the thought and just as I close my eyes and pray for sleep to take me, I hear him say it. "I love you, Minho." It's mumbled from his lips. I prop myself up on my elbow and look at him. He's peacefully asleep, but I know I heard him say it.

I lie back down and kiss his hair. "I love you, little tiger." I whisper the words and pray, maybe that will be enough.

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I don't know why but I think the chapter is just cute. 💕 Kind of has a soft spot for me. I think it's because they said I love you even when one of them wasn't really conscious anymore👀🥺🥺.
What do you think? Will a prayer be enough for MinSung?🤭🌸