Fair Attempt
❝a brotherly effort in vain when supposed dead brother comes home and walks in to an unusual home setup opposite to what he used to come home to❞ 18+
Love; two years ago was very memorable for you. It was full of commitment, respect, and care, that led to marriage and having a child.
The beginning is like slow stepping against a pebbled path toward a calm creek and finding the eyes that reflected the same fleeting feeling you harbored the first time meeting him.
The end, however, is not always about betrayal or huge blowups. Yours was quiet and uncertain; left you in a position that had you dreading for answers but all you got were resounding echoes that liked how empty your heart was.
Can you imagine how your pain and the echo can be alike?
It's not because they thrive when it's the emptiest, nor it's persistent and recurring, the similarity is depicted in how pain and echo are at first, so profound, but when time passes in an indefinite amount it decays, to which comes after is a needed release.
The constant reminder of the disappearance is when your child would ask you where his father was that you would hesitate to answer because how can you make a child understand that he might have lost his father to war and when you say so, he would simply normalize it because he is not in a mature frame of mind to piece the emotions together? You cannot overcome the fear that hasn't even come to shatter you yet you're so scared as if it is happening. You are in tears every night, saying some regrets, missed chances and unspoken words while you hug the pillows pretending it was him. Telling him how tenderly sorry you are for pushing all your frustrations at him, the stress you have to face raising the child alone while he's away doing his job that seemed to be more important than you. It's petty, to have him to choose between you or the country he loves to serve to. That until now you cannot accept, and you want to blame him for how right you are.
But those aren't important anymore, you just ultimately want him back to bring back the sane you.
Until the once unresolved dissolution has been filled in and you are not in a devastating isolation anymore. Jeonghan stepped in and filled in the void, and the fatherly role.
He said he was madly in love with you, completely by accident. He didn't mean to, but would it matter? His feelings transpired anyway after the loss. What consequence will it bring if the situation is right? In a society where people pretend that what's moral is right, and being moral means staying widowed for the rest of your lifetime, your situation may fall into an odd category; unacceptable if you want to be crueler. Your husband's parents permit, they said it's better than raising a child in a broken home. Anyway, he is Jeonghan's nephew, and they only see it fit for him to take over because it supports the ancestral connection.
Jeonghan, on the other hand, is thrilled. He liked the attention he got from you effortlessly after that. He liked those blissful weekends you shared when the kid is purposefully brought to his parent's house so they would cover for him and you.
Gives you rest, while he gets his much-awaited release.
He is weak in the knees but won't let you notice, he doesn't want you to be painfully concerned about his small discomfort and suggest another position. He wants you where he needs you, and where he needs you is below him, on your knees, swallowing the maximum distance you can swallow, with eyes that aren't afraid to do anything he demands as he towers proudly over your desperation that cannot escape his olfaction.
"What do you want to do on your birthday?" an hour ago you asked him genuinely, "just having you here with me," he replied, a thoughtful smile running his lips then after he pulled you close to drape his arm on your shoulder. The way his scent and the shirt's fabric conditioner combined washed over you had you thinking tonight might be a good time to take advantage of it, take what you can benefit from, and call it a good night.
The kid is not here, so there will be no restriction to how loud you can make yourself be when Jeonghan makes you feel good as what he was imagining, he added, "That, and a blow job." But don't get him wrong, he loved the stealthy and silent sex you have when the kid is asleep next to your room. Both of you play hard pretense in giving your child the impression of having an innocent home to grow into.
"Deeper," he meant you almost gargling the tip of his, not forcing his way to the deepest location he wants to reach, but he is. It pained your scalp how he was pulling your hair because of the incoherence of the event you commissioned him at, but you did not care. You wanted to do this to show off how you are the best woman for him, and that you're thankful you lost your ex-husband so he would have a reason to be with you.
His heartbeat rises, breathing goes up, and the ticklish sensation he is feeling is beyond and above his tolerance. He wants to give it away, but what stops him? Nothing, so he decides to give it all in, give it all to you now, the string of white ropes he wants you to swallow, rather than those pre-cum he thought you didn't deserve. He paints your throat white, concealing the crimson-red color it turned into due to the blunt force his length exerted in. He moans, and moans, pairing his thrusts with moans as his body suddenly demands rest and his mind preparing him for the next battle.
A battle he thought he would last, and come out victorious.
He isn't sure if you have heard it too. The uncertainty he has been feeling while he continues to stand there naked, and waited for another sound incoming is making him wary. Your face is flushed, your throat is stinging sorely at the aftermath of such a lewd exhibition, but you want more.
You hum, gearing up what has been already slicking wet and soaked enough for Jeonghan to penetrate, just waiting by to get hard but he looks like he is ready despite the strange feeling clearly seen in his façade.
"Where do you want me to take you?" he asked, framing your face with his hands and slowly retrieving you upward to a stand. You are warm to the touch and he liked it every time you are, he likes his cold hands to fight with your warmth where they would lose to it.
"I want my leg hiked up, Han. Pinned against your hips," you suggested, "but standing up, pressing you deeper into me," you bit your lip at the sharp tingle that slashed your folds the moment your mind flashed an exact image of how you wanted him taking you. Jeonghan in his impatient state of mind, replied, "Yeah, that's what I wanted to do to you actually, and I won't hold back," he pulls your hand as you walk in tow, pushes you mildly against the door, and takes your left leg when your back is settled and completely disregarding the coldness of the surface because who can blame a titillated you when you are about to be rutted by him? Or just simply because you miss having someone to pound you. Two years of abstinence is not a joke. You almost feel as holy as the proud Mary.
"I like this position," you said through senselessness as he fucks into you and has you devoid of all thoughts that keep you sane, "Me too, but I don't think I'd last," he said through jumbled breathing. Regardless, he pushes himself in, bottoming his way out in each careful thrust, ensuring the base is reached, hitting that bean-shaped nub that makes you feel best, and your hilt pleasured and satisfyingly stimulated as the nub rubs his slit. "It's okay, when you cum, let's wait for you to get hard again, and fuck some more, hmm?" Jeonghan groaned, his hearing might have liked what they heard. Like is even an understatement, he listens to the profound skin-to-skin slapping with rapture, it throws him into delirium thinking he could get to copulate with you for how many times he would please. The idea of breeding you never left his head, but who are you to disallow anyway? He doesn't take no for an answer, only fortunately for you, he kind of wants to respect you, your loss, the time you needed to mourn, the time you needed to compose yourself and break away from the indecent reputation people rescinded you for.
Your husband died fighting for you, your family, the people, and this country, but what are you doing to make up for his bravery-- whoring. And people think your whoring might be less negative if it's done with an entirely different man, but doing it with your husband's brother isn't sitting right with their judgment so it has become too much for their conviction to bear and pester you with it as if two years isn't enough time to give.
"I'm close," your thoughts are ceased by the melody you heard. Jeonghan is about to get a release that is not new because he did the same thing a few moments ago. But what makes this more sexual and delicious are the factors like your filled hole warming his shaft as he struggles to fight the bullet's speed to get inside you and back, he is fascinated by how your breasts bounce up and down the way he is rutting into you, and finally, the look of being too worked up you display that he can't help but wonder what his brother might react if he sees this, only that unfortunately, even if his soul reaches heaven due to heroism, he'd still not be able to have that ability to spy on his wife, see who she moved on with after him. It surely is going to hit hard when he orgasms.
A knock is heard, and you're immediately puzzled by how loud and harsh it was that signified a proximate attempt.
Jeonghan is right, there is another person in the house other than both of you, but he can't guess who it is. If it's his parents returning the child, why do they have to time it with the only intimate chance you got?
"Open the door this instant," you aren't sure what emotion is attached to that voice, or from who either. Nevertheless, the chill it gave you is incomparable to the chill of receiving the bad news two years ago.
You feel Jeonghan detached himself, unable to act quickly to somehow decide to cover yourselves some clothing, but even if you managed to, the intruder would still be able to see the process and shame you.
The man came in, and your two eyes cannot believe who just did. He looks a bit older than his actual age. The wearing levels of stress from the combat evident on his now exhausted visual. He looks older than Jeonghan when in fact, the latter is older than him.
"Sorry, did I interrupt your release?" He asked, rooting you to the ground at how bold it impacted your still hazy mind. He didn't even allow you time to gather your thoughts and speak up. But even if he'd give you five minutes, you wouldn't still be able to come back down from the electrifying height where Jeonghan sent you to, that all you think about right now is to climb back up and deal what you have to deal later. "I actually intentionally came in just in time for your cum," He laughed despite trembling and crumbling internally. Anger tightening the stillness of his breathing. "It's fine, you'll get over not getting to cum, right brother? It's nothing compared to the feeling I feel right now that I don't think will get me to move on like maybe years after," He chuckled, the lividness he is trying to bring under control is condensing in his throat. Regardless of the overpowering anger, he is still responded by silence and your narrowed head.
"So this is what you're doing while I am away?" he directed toward you, the questioning tone appeared accusing, describing what has been an obvious matter.
"And why are you fucking my wife, brother?" he directed that same venomous-toned question to Jeonghan.
"Mingyu," Jeonghan breathes, although disappointingly, it's the only thing he can do right now.
"I thought you are dead?" Jeonghan mustered some courage and formed them into one coherent sentence.
"But the thought of a dead brother isn't equivalent to having a pass to fuck his wife, don't you think?"
Mingyu chases his eyes after your naked forms, you are stunned to where he first saw you and Jeonghan on the bed, legs apart and not one bit ashamed to show how worthy his size is enough to use to fuck his wife. It makes the betrayal silently racks Mingyu's brain out of when and where he committed the lack. Not to mention how disgusted he is to the display and the faint smell of sex you and Jeonghan are immune to.
"I thought I was making enough effort to come back and here you are, replacing me with my," Mingyu cannot finish his sentence because some flashbacks are interrupting his speech. He wants to stop his mind from recalling how good and reliable of a brother he thought Jeonghan was.
Despite the kindness of not doing so, he thinks maybe finally holding a grudge like Jeonghan does against him might be coping.
"Well, if you tell me to hit on her again, I'd do it twice, brother," Jeonghan retorted, annoyed that his brother yet again interrupted his overheating arousal as if it's more important than the seemingly crime scene Mingyu had stepped into. Silently made you feel triumphant, but then again, what are your future plans?
"I think your wife did not want to wait for you, because you are and will be a lost cause," Jeonghan spoke on your behalf.
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