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My housemate's man- Chapter 4

Type: Chaptered

Characters: Sehun x Reader, Jongin x Reader

Genre: Cheating Au, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Dirty talk, cunnilingus, (slight) face riding, creampie

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Sehun is cheating on his girlfriend with me, her housemate. He thinks we’re just using each other’s bodies, and so do I at first. But then my heart suddenly comes into play.

Words: 4309

Tags: @myexoobsession @mooneyyay-blog-blog @bubbleteavery @pimpnameyannie @a-teez-4-exo @jvsmine19 @iluvybs @babygirlwithsadsoul @chanyeolscoon @bbhmyluvs @ugonnaeatthemmangoes @alisoon22

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Despite having spent most of the night tossing and turning, I manage to get up bright eyed and bushy at 10am. Actually, the bright eyed part is a total lie because my eyes are struggling to stay open. Nevertheless, I drag myself out of the house to run my errands.

Thanks to the surprisingly smooth traffic flow and empty bank and supermarket, I manage to complete all my stipulated tasks in less than 2 hours.

I am actually humming when i’m in the lift, going up to my apartment. I don’t know where the chirpiness in me is coming from when I barely got any sleep the night before, and am confused as hell because of Sehun.

As soon as I step into the threshold of my apartment though, the puzzlement in me dies away and my stomach drops at the view in front of me.

Seulgi is seated on the kitchen island with Sehun between her parted legs, and she is leaving love bites all over his milky neck. This is the first time i’m seeing them being intimate and I don’t know which of the two I want to punch more.

What the heck happened to the conservative fogey who wouldn't even French kiss her boyfriend?

My nose prickles and there is a sudden sharp pain in my left chest, like I have been shot, or like someone is squeezing my heart. I am holding onto the door knob for dear life as I sink down to my knees. There are tears swimming in my eyes and I just want the floor below me to open and swallow me up.

I am taking in short gasps of breath and am struggling because i’m trying to stay as inconspicuous as I can so that the couple doesn’t see me in a heap.

My ears are ringing and i’m praying to god that i’m hallucinating. But of course when the suckling sounds from the kitchen wander to my ears, I know i’m definitely not.

I really ought to just give myself a proper beating up. I should have known not to be swayed by Sehun’s humbug statements. What the heck was I thinking? This was the jerk who said he would marry someone else but still fuck me on the side. And yet, I still let him have his way with me the night before.

My sweaty palms slip off the door knob to wipe the tears dripping down my chin and as a result, the door slams shut with a loud bang.

Seulgi squeaks and jumps away from Sehun, her cheeks are aflame. They both are staring at me, muddled, because I'm squatting with bags of groceries around me, looking like I've just lost a loved one.

Seulgi gasps and hops off the kitchen counter.

“Are you alright?” Sehun interrogates before his girlfriend can even open her mouth.

My housemate glances at her boyfriend weirdly because this is the first time he is saying something to me other than hi or bye, in front of her that is, and it is very unbecoming of him.

But it doesn’t deter Seulgi because she then hits me with a, “yeah, are you ok?” She frowns, utterly worried.

I offer my housemate a small but fake smile, and nod soullessly as I attempt to hobble back onto my feet.

“Just tired and stressed from work.”

Sehun is watching me with concern written all over his brows as I join him and his girlfriend in the kitchen, but I don’t even bat an eyelash in his direction. My eyes stay solely on Seulgi even though it was her boyfriend who asked me the question first, while I cook up a lie about how my boss is overworking me. I try my best to remain indifferent towards the male.

Seulgi pats me on the arm and offers me a reassuring grin.

“Don’t be stressed, ok?”

I inwardly roll my eyes.

Wow, what great advice. That really helped.

Not wanting to be in the company of the couple any longer, I muster a polite nod of acknowledgement before I inform Seulgi that i’m going to retire to my room. I quickly shove all my groceries into their respective places, making sure to steer clear of the area where the two had been frisky at, and then all but run off.

The only thing I can think about in my fragile state is how much I want to curl up under my blanket and wail my heart out. However, I don't even get the opportunity to gather my emotions because my phone chimes. It is a message from my boyfriend.

Jonginnie: Be up in 7.

I curse out loud. I can’t let Jongin see my red rimmed eyes, he’ll definitely try to pry the truth out of me. I spring into action, quickly washing my face and blending in some concealer over my dark circles for good measure.

I’m unable to hide all my blemishes to a T, but at least I don’t seem as haggard and like i’ve just had a tear fest. I study my reflection in the mirror one last time and when i’m satisfied, I exit my room to wait for Jongin.

Just as I step out, Seulgi is rushing out babbling something on the lines of ‘my pregnant sister is gonna pop,’ leaving only Sehun and I in the apartment.

The male is on the living room couch with his legs parted and his arms resting against the backrest. Usually I hate when guys have the audacity to manspread, but now, all I want to do is just march right up to him and kick him in the balls.

Sehun perks up when he senses my appearance. His eyes stalk my every move as I make my way towards his direction and sit down on the couch, as far away from him as possible.

My eyes are on the TV but all I can see is Sehun’s fingers combing through Seulgi’s hair as she leaves marks on his neck, and all I can hear are his heavy breaths. It is like the whole scene is encrypted in my brain. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut, hoping the image would just magically fall right out of my head.

I am hyperaware of Sehun’s focus on me because my breathing rate is picking up but I don’t pay him any heed.

Sehun clears his throat, expecting me to turn my attention to him. He parts his mouth to say something, but before he can do that, he’s interrupted by the sound of someone keying in the passcode to the apartment.

Thinking it's Seulgi, Sehun sits down properly and faces the TV, gaze flickering between the screen and the front door. But it isn’t who he expects it to be.

It's Jongin.

As soon as my boyfriend enters the foyer of my apartment, he calls out for me with glee and like an excited puppy, I hop off the couch and rush to him.

Jongin hasn’t even fully stepped out of shoes yet but I'm already dragging him towards my room. We whizz pass the living room so fast that he doesn’t get the opportunity to see Sehun lounging there.

I shove Jongin into my room and slam the door behind us. With my palms on his chest, I back him up against the door. There’s a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

“What’s up, baby girl?”

I freeze and my expression falters for a second when Jongin calls me that. It is something he always calls me, but somehow, my mind keeps rewinding to the night before, when Sehun relentlessly called me the same pet name.

I am silent for a little too long and there is worry building up on Jongin’s face. But he barely manages to get another word in when I start pulling at his shirt to distract him. I don’t bother undoing the buttons one by one, that’s too troublesome. I just pull at the plackets, sending a tornado of buttons flying around my room.

Jongin is flabbergasted by my sudden animalistic behaviour but he doesn’t peep a word. He lets me have my way and even aids me by pulling the shirt off his shoulders. While I busy myself with working on the male's belt buckle, he manages to pull my top over my head and make quick work on my bra before discarding it into the corner.

Jongin's pants hit the floor with a clang. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side. He shoves my shorts and panties down at the same time and before I know it, i'm stark naked.

My boyfriend cards his fingers through my hair then glides his hand down my neck and the length of my body, not forgetting to graze my nipples with his fingernails along the way. At the same time, he sinks down to his knees while maintaining eye contact with me. He gingerly holds onto my right calf and places my foot on his shoulder. He propels forward, peppering kisses all over my inner thighs. I sigh with anticipation.

As a finale, Jongin leaves a kiss on my swollen clit that is peeking out of my folds, and that makes my hips jerk forward.

The male uses his thumbs to part my pussy lips and then he goes to town, licking me from my clit to my hole, over and over again. A wanton cry leaves my throat before I lose balance, body falling onto the door behind me with a loud bang.

I am quivering and panting but Jongin doesn’t let up. Without warning, he shoves his tongue into my opening.

"Holy shit!" I choke out and grab a fistful of his hair.

Jongin is lapping me up like he hasn’t had a drop of water to drink in days. My hips are jerkily moving about, basically riding his tongue and pressing my clit against his cute nose. On one hand, I want to press more of Jongin’s head into me, but on the other hand, I can feel the embers in me stirring up rather quickly so I want him to stop.

Even though I want to cum already, I shakily reach out to nudge Jongin's shoulders.

"St-stop."

Jongin pulls away at once. He sits back on his knees, wide eyes examining me with worry. He traces my features, searching for any signs of pain on my face. My wetness is all over his mouth and on the tip of his nose and he just looks so hot when he's panting for air.

"You ok? Did I hurt you?” He questions as he rubs soothing circles onto my ankle.

I quirk him a smile and shake my head.

"Just don't want to cum unless you're in me," I finish with a shrug.

Jongin breathes out a sigh of relief and wipes the invisible droplet of sweat from his brow. His concern for me is so endearing that I can't help but bend down to hold his jaw between my fingers before pressing open mouthed kisses on the side of his lips, at the same time, tasting myself.

I feel Jongin’s cushions morph into a smile as he slowly stands to his full height, bringing me up with him. He has a gentle hold on my hips where he caresses the skin for a bit and then he leans down to wrap his arms around my thighs to lift me.

I am still sensitive from when Jongin ate me so when the tip of his dick nudges my clit, my lower body jumps away from him and I hiss, my neck rolling to the side.

“Let’s take this to the bed.”

“No,” I halt him. “I want you to take me here.”

Jongin staggers in his step and tumbles forward, pressing my tailbone into the door when I start gyrating my hips to coat his member with my juices. When his hands knead my bum for dear life and his eyes are roll to the back of his head, I know he’s giving into my request.

“Shit, baby girl, why are you so needy?”

I let out a guttural pant and reach under me to align Jongin’s length against my entrance. I slowly ease him into my opening and when the mushroom tip is in me, my boyfriend’s patience wears thin because for the first time ever, he slams into me in one swift motion instead of slowly easing himself in.

I yelp at the sudden intrusion and immediately grip onto Jongin’s shoulders, leaving crescent scars on his smooth, tan skin. My toes curl and my lips form a perfect circle because I am too overwhelmed. He fucks me just the way I like it, hard and deep.

“You’re so big!”

Jongin lets out an airy chuckle.

“You're flattering me sweetheart, you’re the one who's too fucking tight to be real.”

I bite my lip shyly and Jongin’s vision zooms in on that.

“Don’t bite your lip, baby girl, give it to me,” and then he puckers his lip, waiting for me to mend them.

I tighten my arms around my boyfriend's neck, pulling his plush pout onto mine.

Our kiss is sloppy and messy because I am constantly bouncing up and down in Jongin’s hold. It is uncomfortable when our teeth clash and when I have to bend my head awkwardly to kiss the male but we somehow make it happen.

“You feel so good inside me!”

This time, Jongin bites the side of his lip and shoots me a devilishly handsome grin.

The both of us continuously move in sync. Every time Jongin thrusts up into me, I slam my body down and the pleasure coursing through my veins increases tenfold. He squeezes my butt cheeks, encouraging me to slam down on him harder.

I purposely tighten my walls and Jongin yelps. I giggle when he looks like he wants to get back at me for the surprise attack.

“Jesus, sweetheart, give me a warning first!”

I feel the familiar twinge between my legs and I know Jongin does too because he starts tormenting my clit, just rubbing the bud until it is red and sensitive. I'm unable to make any noises, it’s as if my vocal chords have closed up. My mouth is parted and I keep letting out breathy gasps.

“Oh, god, baby girl, look at me when you come! I need to see you!”

Jongin gives my bundle of nerves a break and opts to hold my face steady against the door, his gaze piercing into mine. His palm cups my cheek, thumb caressing my bottom lip.

“Ooh, harder, baby!” I breathlessly exclaim especially loudly with every intention of letting Sehun hear me.

I dig the heels of my feet into Jongin’s firm butt and throw my head back in exhilaration when his strokes become frenzied.

The coil in my stomach snaps and I shudder deliriously before pressing my forehead onto Jongin’s so that I'm steady. My grool coats his dick nicely but that doesn't stop him from wildly drilling into me.

The door I am resting on is shaking and banging, practically protesting against all the sporadic and harsh movements that is being inflicted on it.

“Baby, I-"

Before he can complete his sentence, Jongin's hips stutter and he blows his thick load right into my womb. I wail out and tremble when I feel him painting my walls white, and then I cum again.

It takes us a while but when we've finished shuddering and wheezing for air, Jongin's grip on my butt loosens and his frazzled body slumps onto mine, pressing my hips painfully into the door. My legs that were around his waist give way and I start sliding down because we're both sweaty and filthy.

Jongin gathers the last of his strength to sear a kiss on the inside of my wrist before he hugs my body closer to him and walks us to my bed.

He deposits me onto the mattress first then collapses beside me with a bounce. As if we're unlike poles of a magnet, I inch closer to Jongin and wrap an arm around his waist, curling up into his body. The male doesn't protest and snuggles me closer, his nose is digging into my hair and his lips are pressing against the crown of my head.

I use my toes to pull the blanket over us and as soon as I'm fully surrounded by warmth, I start drifting off to dreamland with the sound of Jongin's rhythmic breathing.

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Despite my sore limbs and aching core, I manage to get up approximately an hour later. It is almost 5:30 in the evening and since it’s a Saturday, I know Jongin has plans to visit his mother. So, i’m left with no choice but to wake him up.

“Baby,” I call softly as I tap my boyfriend’s arm.

I hear a moan of acknowledgement but Jongin only changes his position, flopping onto his stomach and digging his nose into my pillow. He looks so much like an adorable puppy that I just have to lean in and give him a kiss on his puffed up cheek.

“Jongin-ah, you have to get up. Your mum will be waiting,” I gently whisper into his ear.

At the mention of his mother, Jongin shoots up from the bed. I smile tenderly when I see that his hair is sticking out in all directions. Even though I know it’s useless, I try my best to tame his mane, only to snicker when they jump back into their original haywire position.

Eventually, I manage to drag Jongin into my ensuite and we start our shower. We both sigh in unison when the warm water hits our bodies, melting the kinks and sores we attained earlier.

Jongin is standing listlessly under the rain shower, still groggy from his nap, so I force him down onto the shower bench and then start lathering his hair with shampoo. The male leans against the wall behind him with a content groan, letting me do whatever I want.

I am standing between his spread legs and Jongin has his arms loosely swung around my waist. I amuse myself by giving him different soapy hairstyles, and chuckling at my creations. Jongin just shakes his head affectionately, like he’s so done with my childish antics.

I know it’s time for Jongin and I to properly shower when my fingers start turning pruny. I tug my boyfriend forth till he’s resting his head against my tummy, so that I can wash the back of his head.

Jongin snuggles his nose into my belly button and imprints his lips on my soft skin. I hum in appreciation as I pamper my boyfriend by massaging his head for a bit.

I push the soapy suds away from Jongin’s forehead to see that his eyes are closed. From the weight of his head, I know he’s slowly falling asleep again. It breaks my heart that I have to wake him up when he looks so peaceful, but I have no other choice. He has places to go.

I wash my hands before tapping Jongin’s cheek lightly.

“Baby?” I coo. “Wake up, you have to go to your mum’s place soon.”

Jongin mumbles something incoherent but eventually darts away from me. He pouts and rubs the bleariness out of his eyes before standing under the rain shower and washing his body.

The rest of our shower session passes quite uneventfully, what with Jongin being too sleepy to do anything other than stand under the water. If it was any other time, we’d be all over each other.

Thankfully I have a stash of Jongin’s clothes in my closet or he would have had to leave my apartment with a ripped shirt. He picks out a plain black t-shirt from the pile and re-wears the pair of jeans he came over in.

I am in the mood to wear something that smells like my boyfriend so I grab a white shirt that he has grown out of, and slip my arms into the sleeves.

“Mmmm, baby, oppa marked you so well,” Jongin remarks as he pulls the collar of his dress shirt aside to trace his fingers over the purplish marks. I quickly glance into the mirror to see all the hickies blooming on my neck and clavicle.

My cheeks redden and I cling onto Jongin’s arm as we step out of my room. I don’t bother wearing pants and a bra since i’m only going to send him to the door and then head back into my room.

I lean against the doorframe of the foyer while Jongin laces up his shoes. My eyes twinkle as I stare down at him. His hair is damp and messy with his fringe falling into his eyes, and yet, he still looks strapping. I can see some scratch marks on his biceps, leading up into his t-shirt. I bite the side of my lip shyly as pride blooms in my chest.

When Jongin gets up from squatting, the corners of his lips quirk up, eyes turning into cresents when he sees that I am glowing. He comes closer and wraps his arms around my body, cradling my head into his chest. He slips his hands under the hem of my (his) shirt to caress my butt cheeks before playfully smacking and kneading them.

Gosh, this man and his love for my ass.

Jongin has me giggling when we pull apart. He wrinkles his nose cutely and leans in for a quick kiss. The smile on my lips is permanent because he’s being too cute, and it’s tugging at my heartstrings.

“Bye, darling!”

Jongin greets with a final flying kiss as I wave at him with a minuscule pout. I sigh breathily before pushing myself off the wall once he is out the door.

I only manage to take a step when I realise that Sehun is still sitting on the couch.

There’s a sort of dark energy radiating around him and I just want to jump for joy and cheer because this is what he deserves for hurting me after feeding me all those sweet words the night before.

I peer away from Sehun and face ahead, my only goal is to reach my room and it is going to take a little more effort than usual because I can already feel the dull soreness in my nether region.

I have already started puttering to my room when Sehun clears his throat. I freeze on my spot and swallow when he turns off the TV and comes to me. His brows are crinkled in disapproval and there is discontentment written all over his features, but he puts those emotions aside for a moment to show his concern.

“Why did you cry just now? Did you,” he pauses, expression suddenly nervous, “did you see something?”

I scoff.

“Whatever do you mean?”

I act clueless for a second, tongue poking my cheek in annoyance.

“Ah, are you talking about when your girlfriend was sucking on your neck?" I ask with a passive aggressive smile and my brows raised, condescendence clear in my tone.

"Yeah, I did. Thanks for the show, Sehun, I watched it really well!”

“No, don’t misunderstand. I-"

“Save it, Sehun-sshi, you don’t have to explain yourself to me. You’re Seulgi’s boyfriend, you guys are allowed to be all over each other. Who am I to comment right?” I clap back with a nonchalant shrug.

“Just hear me out! It meant nothing. We were just-"

His voice is panic-stricken and I'm just wondering where in the world he gets the audacity to act like he cares about my feelings.

I cut him off again with my hand in the air, unwilling to hear any more of his excuses.

“Drop your pretentious act, Sehun. I've had enough of your prattling and i’m not buying it anymore.”

There is a beat of silence between us until I burst, the fire pits in me erupting.

“I can’t believe I loved you! How could I love you when you only treat me like a plaything? Like a replacement source of pleasure just because your girlfriend isn’t giving you any.”

I’m almost ripping my hair out in frustration because really, i’m so fucking stupid.

Sehun’s brows are furrowed like he’s confused.

“You-you love me?”

“Yes, I did! And I fucking loathe myself for it!”

Sehun comes closer and reaches out for my shoulder, attempting to comfort me.

“Don’t fucking touch me! And don’t fucking act like you care about me!” I scream bloody murder and swat his hands away.

I feel a certain warmth on my cheeks and that’s when I realise i’m crying. I swipe the tears angrily with my palms.

I can’t believe i’m crying because of Oh Sehun again. He has constantly hurt me and even though I know the consequences by heart, I keep letting him walk all over me time and again. But enough is enough. This is the last time i’m going to shed tears for my housemate’s man.

I sniffle.

“You’re really the biggest asshole,” I start with a venomous glare, “and I don’t want to see you again, ever. I hate you!”

It is crystal clear that I don’t mean the last sentence because my voice cracks.

Before my true emotions come to light, I scurry into my room and shut the door behind me. My legs weaken and I fall back onto the piece of wood before slowly sliding down until i’m seated with my knees propped up, a hand clutching my head due to the impending headache and the other one pounding on my chest to relieve the ache that is blooming there.

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My housemate's man- Chapter 3

Type: Chaptered

Characters: Sehun x Reader, Jongin x Reader

Genre: Cheating Au, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Infidelity, dirty talk, (slight) nipple play, fingering, hair pulling, choking, creampie, cum eating, (slight) spanking

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Sehun is cheating on his girlfriend with me, her housemate. He thinks we’re just using each other’s bodies, and so do I at first. But then my heart suddenly comes into play.

Words: 3437

Tags: @myexoobsession @mooneyyay-blog-blog @bubbleteavery @pimpnameyannie @a-teez-4-exo @jvsmine19 @iluvybs @babygirlwithsadsoul

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I’m sitting with my legs to my chest, still top-naked after my steamy session with Jongin. My chin is resting on my kneecaps and there is a permanent pout on my lips. I’m still sulking over the fact that my boyfriend didn’t stay over.

I sigh and glance at the wall clock across from me to see that it’s already past 1am. I don’t have work the next day but I do have some errands to run, and I want to do them early so that i’m home before Jongin comes over.

Just as i’m mentally planning my to-do list for the following morning, I am interrupted by a yawn. My eyes start losing focus and are struggling to stay open. I know I should really take my shower. I honestly would have skipped it if not for the feeling of Jongin’s crusty, dried up cum on my face.

Nevertheless, I get off my butt and trudge to my ensuite. I don’t bother washing my hair because that will cost me another hour in the shower. I just do a quick body rinse, a proper facial wash and scrub, and then call it a day.

As I pat myself dry and walk out of the bathroom in just my towel, I recall Jongin’s face when I told him I was going to blow him. His mouth was parted and his eyes were so wide, he looked like a lost kid. I grin and giggle to myself.

My boyfriend is the cutest!

“Ahem.”

“Shit!” I squeak, flinch and involuntarily let go of my towel.

Sehun is perched lightly on my vanity table with a revolting, smug smile painted on his lips. He’s only in his boxers, as usual, and I am completely frozen on the spot. My brain is shouting at me to pick up the damn towel to cover my exposed lady bits, but my limbs aren’t cooperating. The muscles in my body have totally stiffened up.

“Mmm, what a pretty sight, baby girl,” Sehun lowly whistles in appreciation and hops off the table.

He bites the side of his lip as he drinks in the sight of my bare body. My heart starts drumming in my chest.

I am too paralysed to move when Sehun starts inching towards me. He is quite a distance away, but even then, I can see the desire swirling in his orbs.

“St-stop!” I manage to stutter, panic evident in my voice.

I can’t believe Sehun actually listens to me. My body finally becomes mobile again so I swiftly stoop down to grab the towel and shield my body from his ravenous gaze.

“What the heck are you doing in here? Haven’t you heard of knocking?” I narrow my eyes on the intruder.

I am beyond pissed. How dare he come into my room without permission? At the back of my mind, i’m cursing myself for forgetting to lock the door after Jongin left. But then again, who in the world enters someone else's room unannounced? So, I settle on not faulting myself for this scenario.

Sehun smirks and crosses his arms over his chest while he scans my towel clad body. How is it that i’ve already covered myself up but his dark gaze still somehow makes me feel naked? I actually start squirming under his scrutiny.

The male merely shrugs unapologetically.

“Just came to cuddle, I know how much you love that. Too bad your scumbag boyfriend couldn’t even do something as simple as that even though you gave him a mind-numbing blowjob,” he comments casually and fiddles with his fingers.

My jaw unhinges and I swallow the lump forming in my throat. My palms are starting to sweat and I think my stomach is churning.

“How-how do you know that?”

Sehun grins like a Cheshire cat.

“You weren’t exactly trying to be quiet sweetheart. It’s as if you wanted me to hear everything.”

I roll my eyes and avert my gaze from him.

“Sorry to burst your bubble, Sehun, but not everything is about you, you selfish prick!” I counter, infuriated.

I hear mocking laughter and see movement from the corner of my eye. I immediately turn to face the culprit because I know he’s up to no good.

I hold my breath when Sehun gaits towards me. My eyes glue themselves to the happy trail leading down into his boxers and the obvious v-lines of his pelvis, both pointing towards one of my favourite parts of his body.

“Waiting for this, baby girl?” Sehun questions as he sticks a hand into his boxers and pulls out his semi-hard meat.

I have to suppress a moan when I see the droplet of pre cum leaking from the tip.

“If your boyfriend doesn’t have time to fuck you, maybe someone else can help.”

Sehun starts pumping his length, getting it to stand proud and majestic.

I try to appear as unaffected as I can but when I rub my thighs together, I am positively drenched. My breathing harshens and I chew on the inside of my cheeks because I can basically taste him on my tongue. All I can think about is how much I really want to suck him off and have his load sliding down my throat.

But I force myself to look away. How could I be thinking such explicit thoughts about my housemate's man when I already have a boyfriend of my own?

“Get out,” I sound so timid and powerless.

If I was Sehun, I honestly wouldn’t listen to me. And i’m right because Sehun doesn’t heed a word I say, he doesn’t leave my room. My command is futile because it only spurs him to come nearer to me.

I am standing so still, just clutching onto my towel for dear life. There is a voice nagging at the back of my head, telling me to inch backwards or to just run into the bathroom and lock myself in, anything that can get me away from the cocky asshole padding towards me.

Sehun comes so close that there is barely any space between us, our foreheads and the tips of our noses are touching. His hold is on my waist, bringing me impossibly closer to him that I am forced to splay my hands on his naked chest, just so I am steady.

I should push him away, I really should. There’s desire pooling in me but my heart is in disarray. I am torn between ripping him the hell away from me and pulling him closer into my body.

I make up my mind when I feel Sehun's breath fanning against my lips though, because my resolve crumbles right in front of my eyes. The need for him overpowers my conscience and I willingly succumb to him like I always do.

As soon as I shyly slither an arm around Sehun's neck, he slams his lips onto mine, our teeth clash and he bruises me in the process. I unceremoniously let go of my towel again. When the fabric hits the floor, the male tugs me closer till I can feel his erect meat pressed up against my midriff.

I’m pretty sure there is a cut on my lip because I can taste iron. But it doesn’t faze Sehun at all. Instead, he licks the cut, back and forth, to soothe it. He starts greedily sucking and nibbling on my bottom lip and as usual, I give him the access he wants like I am bewitched. I moan into his mouth when his tongue comes into contact with mine.

I shouldn’t be indulging in the feeling of his lips on mine, I should be shoving him away. Where the hell is the warning voice in my head when I need it? The irrational part of my mind has solely taken over me.

By the time Sehun pulls away from my lips, we’re both panting for air and there is a string of saliva connecting us. I keep my eyes on Sehun’s as he swipes his thumb across my moist bottom lip and then brings it to his mouth to suck on it.

Sehun grabs me by the wrist and drags me in front of the mirror on my vanity table. He stands behind me and I swallow when I catch his hungry gaze traveling over my body through our reflection. I gasp when he experimentally tugs at my nipple and it immediately puckers up.

He tilts me forward by pressing on my back, till my hands are holding onto the table for support. My butt is perked out for him and I am standing on tip toes. Sehun gathers some saliva on his fingers and rubs circles onto my hole, lubricating me.

“Se-sehun,” my whine stops midway.

I want to protest but every word gets stuck at the back of my throat when he runs a finger along my drenched slit. I swallow thickly when he circles my sopping cunt and slips a digit into my aching core, slowly stretching me out.

My eyes flutter shut and my head hangs back to rest on his broad shoulder. My eyes roll to the back of my head and when I re-open them lazily, Sehun is observing me expressionlessly. I squirm and moan with need when he licks his lips and bites the bottom one.

“You like that, babe?” His voice comes out a few octaves lower than usual.

My mouth parts and my brows furrow. I nod shakily, concentrating on the male's skilled fingers in me. Sehun rewards me with a narcissistic smirk.

I let out a ragged breath because Sehun pulls his fingers out of me when things were just getting good. But I immediately shut up when he shoves them in his mouth and sucks my essence off of them. He hums in appreciation when my sweetness infiltrates his taste buds. This only heightens my desire for him.

Sehun doesn’t waste any more time. He grabs his member and slides it against the length of my pussy for some lubrication. I am so needy that I can’t help myself when I start swaying my hips along to his movements and pushing myself back into him.

I feel the blunt tip of Sehun’s swollen shaft pressing against my snatch and in one swift move, he surges himself home. My hands fly to cover my mouth to stop the impending loud gasp that is threatening to spill out.

My inner walls immediately hug onto Sehun’s penis like they’ve missed him, and I think they really did because they aren’t letting up easily.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy is gripping me!”

And I can feel it too because Sehun is struggling to sheath himself into me fully. Usually I can take him in fully in a matter of seconds, but now it's taking longer than usual. Nevertheless, he is stretching my inner walls deliciously.

“That's a tight fit isn't it? Has your boyfriend’s cock ever reached this far into you?” Sehun snarls and tightens his grip on my waist.

Jongin is big but Sehun is much bigger and I obviously can tell because the latter fills me up more snugly than the former. After not fucking Sehun for months, my walls must have forgotten about his size. But now, they're expanding again to accommodate his thick girth and the pain, even though excruciating, feels so good that I am thrashing in Sehun's arms.

“You’re mine, you understand? Kim fucking Jongin is not going to take you away from me.”

I feel goosebumps forming on my skin and my mouth balks open, unable to spit out coherent words.

What is Oh Sehun? One day he’s telling me he’s never going to leave his girlfriend and then all of a sudden, he becomes possessive over me? He is fucking up all my rational thoughts and I just can’t understand what he’s playing at.

"Open your eyes and look at yourself, baby girl."

Contrary to Sehun's command, I shut my eyes tightly. I don't want to see the lewd image in front of me. I shouldn’t be doing this. I have a boyfriend for crying out loud! I don't know how many times I've repeated that in my mind and yet, I'm still not taking note of my own advice. I shouldn’t be fucking my housemate’s boyfriend.

Now we’re both cheaters.

Sehun bunches my hair in his fist and pulls my head back.

“I said, open you fucking eyes.”

I gasp and my eyes fly open when I feel the searing pain in my scalp, but it doesn’t matter anymore when I see how wrecked I look.

“Look at you, taking me in so well.”

Sehun's other hand spreads my pussy lips apart for me to see how slickly his cock is moving in and out of me.

“Do you think Kim Jongin can fuck you this good?”

Sehun lets go of my hair and chooses to choke me instead. He is holding my neck so tight that I am standing straight up, my body is flush against his. I gasp for air every time I feel his chest and stomach rubbing against my back.

“Who do you belong to, baby girl?”

My eyes are threatening to close. I can feel the familiar tug in my stomach, rendering my vocal ability useless. My throat tries to vomit words out, but nothing comes out when Sehun is hammering into me passionately with such long and deep strokes. I’m only opening and closing my mouth like a goldfish.

“Answer me, or i’m not going to let you cum.”

I stifle the moan that is about to rip out of my throat.

“I-I.......oh my god, please! Fuck me harder, deeper!”

“Say it! Say it or i’ll leave you hanging right now.”

Sehun cocks an eyebrow, waiting for me to answer him. I can just tell his patience is wearing thin already because his hips are snapping into me much harder and swifter, as if to warn me of my impending doom.

Out of the blue, everything stops. The atmosphere is silent, except for the crickets chirping outside my window on the warm night, and mine and Sehun’s harsh breathing. The high that was building up in me is slowly ebbing away at an agonising rate.

My eyes snap up to Sehun’s, my expression sombre and I almost want to weep. The male is only staring at me through the mirror with a look of finality and I know he won’t do anything until I give him what he wants first.

Lucky for him, I am way out of my head and am eager to comply.

“Y-you! I belong to you, Oh Sehun!” I frantically choke out, my voice laced with need.

My heart is pounding in my ears when those words leave my mouth. The worst part is that Jongin doesn’t even come into my mind when I spew that claim.

“That’s right, baby girl,” Sehun says with a shit-eating grin before he starts pistoning into me mercilessly.

I don’t regret my decision of giving in to him anymore because he is firing up the fuel in my body once more.

“This pussy belongs to me. You belong to me. If I catch you letting Kim Jongin here, i’m gonna punish you. Understand?”

I swallow and nod vehemently.

Sehun smiles dangerously and whispers, “good girl,” his voice thick with arousal. There is a foreign feeling in my heart and my spine tingles, i’m not sure whether in fear or because of Sehun’s sudden possessiveness.

The male starts rubbing on my clit relentlessly and soon, I turn putty in his arms.

“You’re such a good girl for me.”

My high is building up much faster than ever before.

“I-i’m....faster, please!” I cry out.

Sehun obliges, his hips ramming into me quicker.

“Give it up to oppa, baby girl! Cum hard for me!”

My body is trembling and squirming. My mouth hangs open in a silent scream, Sehun lets go of my neck and I bend over when I see white. My orgasm explodes and I can’t breathe. It is the hardest i’ve ever climaxed before, so much so that the pit of my belly almost hurts and I feel lightheaded.

Sehun buries his nose into the skin behind my ear and sinks his canines into the soft skin there, basically marking his territory. I whimper and throw my head back because my orgasm drags on for a little longer. My body is quaking violently.

“Do you think that little boyfriend of yours can make you cum as hard as you just did? No one can do that to you except for me. No one fucks you this good. Am I right, doll?”

“Yes! Yes, Sehun!”

I want him to dump his cum in me already.

Sehun is consistently banging himself into me, the echo of his thighs coming into contact with my butt and his balls smacking against my clit is so loud but we know Seulgi can’t hear it. When she’s asleep, she’s dead to the world.

Sehun manages to speed up his thrusts, almost to an inhuman pace. I reach under me to cup and fondle with his balls because I am greedy for his seeds. His thrusts turn messy and he lowly groans under his breath. His veins are almost popping out of his neck because he’s biting down on his teeth, concentrating on his release.

A second later, his cock jerks once, twice, and then he bursts, ejaculating streams of his warm load into me. But Sehun’s movements don’t cease. He continues ramming into me until he fully stuffs my womb with his sperms. I am almost bloated by the time he’s done.

Our mixed cum is sliding down Sehun's length and testicles, and I can just hear the significant splattering sound of the thick, milky droplets dripping onto the wooden parquet flooring under us.

I feel Sehun's cock softening and before I can gather my wits after that earth shattering orgasm, he is already pulling himself out of me. I moan wantonly when the remaining cream in me starts cascading down my inner thighs. I can’t find anything appropriate around me to wipe my legs with, so I resort to skimming the viscous liquid, and lapping it up fervently.

I yelp when Sehun’s smacks my ass.

“That’s my good girl,” then he winks at me greasily.

I am gripping onto my vanity table for dear life, my eyes are transfixed on Sehun’s every movement through his reflection in the mirror. He picks up his boxers and slides them on. My heart starts palpitating irregularly when he runs his fingers through his disheveled, faded platinum locks.

As if he can hear the sounds from my chest, Sehun’s gaze flits to meet mine. He steps towards me and tucks my hair over my right shoulder so he can leave a trail of soft kisses on my back.

“I’ll leave now, baby girl, but you have to remember my words ok?”

I am staring at Sehun incredulously because I have never heard him speak this tenderly before. Not to me, or even to Seulgi for that matter.

I lick my lips and nod because i’m captivated by this new side of him. Sehun offers me a rare, small smile and pecks my hairline before he is out of my room.

After Sehun leaves and I hear Seulgi’s bedroom door close, I curse as I sink down onto the floor like a falling leaf when I let go of my vanity table. I am fully worn out and so sore. I don’t even have the energy in me to crawl to my bed.

As I contemplate on if I should just sleep on the floor for the night, my phone beeps. I heave and struggle to stand, like a baby giraffe learning how to walk for the first time, before making my way over to my nightstand with wobbly knees. It is a feat but I manage to take small steps while holding onto the furniture around me for support.

I have a pending message from Jongin.

Jonginnie: Night baby girl, i’ll see you tomorrow.

Just seeing the words ‘baby girl’, my mind drifts to Sehun. My chest constricts and my stomach churns. I am horrified.

What have I done?

I barely get a wink of sleep all night because all I can think about is how i’ve betrayed Jongin.

But that’s not all, Sehun’s possessive words are playing over and over again in my mind like a broken record.

I am so confused, I don't know what I want anymore.

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Expecting them to be perfect and never make mistakes is setting yourself up to be an asshole.

Do you know how long it takes to write and publish a 60k novel for most published authors? Years. Plural.

That includes time spent writing multiple drafts and doing research and multiple rounds of edits. Access to a professional editor, and the ability to hire sensitivity readers. The list goes on and on and on.

Fan fic authors owe you nothing. They are churning out multiple novel length fics (or the equivalent in one shots) a year while still holding down school/jobs.

And you’re gonna jump down their throats because they wrote a pairing differently than you prefer??

Shut the fuck up.

Tags exists for a reason. Read them and move on if the fic is not for you.

I mean really. We all just lived through fucking 2020. Let people enjoy their FAKE gay porn in peace.

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write bad fanfic. write mediocre fanfic. write fanfic that a thousand people before you have already written. write niche fanfic. write fanfic that only a few people will read or understand. write fanfic just for you. write fanfic just for a friend. write ocs. write self-inserts. the fact that you’re taking the time and energy to put your ideas into the world is amazing and people who shame you for it need to find better ways to spend their time.

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@ fic readers who write play by play comments that highlight your favorite passages and why you like them, please know you are the best humans to exist and please don’t stop what you’re doing

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My housemate's man- Chapter 2

Type: Chaptered

Characters: Sehun x Reader, Jongin x Reader

Genre: Cheating Au, Smut, Fluff, Romance, Angst

Warnings: Dry humping, dirty talk, blow job, cumshot, cum eating

Status: Ongoing

Summary: Sehun is cheating on his girlfriend with me, her housemate. He thinks we’re just using each other’s bodies, and so do I at first. But then my heart suddenly comes into play.

Words: 3760

Tags: @myexoobsession @mooneyyay-blog-blog @bubbleteavery @pimpnameyannie @a-teez-4-exo @jvsmine19

Mini masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Seasons have changed and months have passed since that encounter with Sehun, and I now have a boyfriend.

My company had gone through a major restructuring and I was put into the same team as Kim Jongin. I had seen him at the office before, it wasn’t hard to notice him when he was the literal definition of sex on legs and, the apple of every female employee’s eye. From his sun-kissed skin and defined jawline that could cut, to his button nose and supple lips. The Greek gods had nothing on this man.

But of course, I hadn’t spoken to him prior to becoming desk-mates. Jongin had this aura around him that made him seem arrogant and mighty, but once I was able to properly converse and work with him on a daily basis, I found him to be down to earth and humble. He had a knack for making people laugh and was so adorable when he played with puppies or told me stories about his nephew and niece.

We naturally gravitated towards each other as we spent hours working late nights and completing projects. It wasn't long after we started working together that I realised I was feeling a little something more for Jongin. If an irregular heart rate whenever he talked to me wasn't enough evidence, my rosy cheeks were a dead giveaway.

So when Jongin popped the question on if I would be his girlfriend or not, the answer was pretty simple.

It was a big fat yes.

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I haven’t spoken to Sehun since the fateful night in my room, but we see each other often of course, since he’s always at my apartment. Because we don't want Seulgi to suspect anything, we only keep up with our usual hi’s and bye’s. Actually, I am the one who ensures our conversations are simple. There were a few instances where Sehun tried to escalate out talks, but I completely shut him out.

I don't forget to lock my room door every night just in case Sehun tries to sneak in. So far, there have been quite a few instances when my door knob jiggled in the middle of the night, and I just know he’s the culprit because Seulgi has no reason to come to my room.

At first it was painstakingly difficult to be in my own apartment because Sehun was always there. It was as if he didn't have a home of his own. I mostly stayed cooped up in my room when he was over, saying that I had work to do or was feeling fatigued. I stopped hanging out and having dinner with Seulgi and Sehun as well. The former, thankfully knows to leave me alone, despite her character of being a busybody. This is the only time I am thankful for my housemate's cluelessness.

With Jongin in the picture, I find myself being less bothered by Sehun’s presence and I am less wary around him too. At least I think I am. My attention is solely on Jongin anyway. It's like i'm smitten with him.

The only time I don't mind being in the company of Sehun and Seulgi is when Jongin is around. Otherwise, I stay in my room. This rarely happens now because Jongin is at my place a lot. He stays over often since my apartment is closer to our office than his.

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Seulgi and Sehun offered to get us dinner. So, only Jongin and I are left in my apartment. Since we have the abode to ourselves, we decide to take advantage of our situation and get a little carried away with our display of affection.

I am perched on Jongin’s thighs with an arm resting on his chest and the other one playing with his hair. His growing boner is directly under my heat as he nibbles hungrily on my bottom lip. I circle my hips for some friction against my clit and Jongin rewards me with a throaty growl.

In a flash, our make out session turns into a full-on dry humping session. Jongin has an almost bruising hold on my hips as he helps me grind the lower half of my body into his.

I giggle into the messy kiss when Jongin accidentally bites on my tongue, but I continue riding his clothed crotch like my life depends on it. Jongin glides his hands down from my hips to my thighs, and then slowly slithers them around my back. His fingertips caress me through the thin material of my top and I squirm involuntarily, arching my back into him.

Jongin slides his hands lower from my mid-back, until they push their way under the material of my shorts and panties. He grips my cheeks in his callused hands and spreads them. My mouth parts in a gasp and he takes the opportunity to suck on my tongue like one would a lollipop.

I move from caressing Jongin's chest and hair, to fingering the waistband of his pants. I am just about to untie his sweats so I can grab his length in my palms, when we hear the door slam shut.

We jump apart in surprise, the kiss breaking with a loud smack because of how hard Jongin had been sucking on my wet muscle. I quickly scramble off my boyfriend’s lap, but it's too late. We've already been caught.

Seulgi and Sehun are staring at us playfully. Actually, only Seulgi looks upon us with mirth swimming in her eyes and cheeks aflame. Sehun on the other hand, is shooting death glares at us. Specifically, at Jongin.

“Having fun?” Seulgi’s overtly shrill voice breaks the silence in the apartment.

She wiggles her eyebrows teasingly and I just have to bury my face into Jongin’s shoulders to hide the blush that is creeping up onto my cheeks. My boyfriend chuckles and runs his fingers through my hair to soothe me.

Seulgi's eyes dart between Jongin and I. When she zooms in on the tent in the former’s pants, she flusters and turns away immediately, like she has just seen something incredibly obscene.

Gosh, sometimes her innocence is so obnoxious. No wonder Sehun had to fuck me, since sex was off the table with Seulgi. She is the kind of girl who doesn’t believe in having sex before marriage, and will only give her virginity away to her husband. I don't think there is anything wrong with her mindset, nor do I have anything against it.

But seriously, when a 27 year old constantly squeaks and covers her eyes every time a heated kiss scene plays on TV, it gets really annoying. She is only okay with pecks, and that is the furthest she and Sehun have gone.

Anyhow, Seulgi turns a blind eye and quickly busies herself with unpacking our dinner in the kitchen. I toss Jongin a small pillow to cover his hard-on, which he grabs with gratefulness. I can tell he is embarrassed and I am a little pissed with Seulgi because she really could have ignored whatever she saw. Nevertheless, when Sehun starts helping his girlfriend, I get up to give them a helping hand.

Jongin slaps the bottom of my ass when I walk past him. The sound of the smack is crystal clear in the quiet apartment, so much so that Sehun turns around to see what we’re up to. I know Seulgi heard the sound as well, but is too shy to take a peek at what the cause of it is.

From my peripheral view, I see Sehun's jaw clenching and his nostrils flaring up when he sees the little show of Jongin kneading my butt cheeks.

That’s right asshole, you reap what you sow.

I know Sehun’s unwavering gaze is on us but I don't care. I bend down to give Jongin a swift kiss, intentionally jutting my butt out into his hold. I take his top lip between mine for a second and then I pull away. I wink at my boyfriend, who is staring up at me with misty eyes, and then skip my way to the kitchen to help the couple by grabbing the necessary cutlery for our meal.

After dinner, the 4 of us remain on the couch, watching a random sappy drama playing on TV. Jongin and I are on one side, while Sehun and Seulgi are on the opposite end. The latter couple are sitting side-by-side with no skin ship whatsoever. Onlookers would probably think they’re just close friends.

Meanwhile, my legs are resting on Jongin’s thighs and he’s rubbing circles into my ankles. I am so immersed in the drama playing, that when Jongin runs a finger against the sole of my foot, I yelp and retract my legs.

I shoot Jongin a glare and pretend to kick him in the face but he only guffaws at me. Seulgi coos at our interaction but Sehun just gives us a look that is void of any emotion.

“You guys are so adorable,” Seulgi mentions passingly with her fingers clasped and her eyes sparkling, like she’s seeing her favourite toy.

Jongin and I glance at each other for a moment, then we suddenly burst out in laughter. We're embarrassed because of the compliment we’ve just been given. I bury my face into my boyfriend’s chest to hide my red cheeks and he rubs circles into my shoulders to comfort me.

Jongin digs his nose into my hair and inhales sharply. The simple action sends my heart into overdrive and I feel like I am melting. He has been doing that since we were merely desk-mates, saying that my scent calms him down and that he just likes doing it altogether. The act is so endearing that I find my heart racing every time he does it.

Only when I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat abruptly do I shift away from Jongin. Seulgi's, Jongin's and my attention darts to the culprit right away.

“I’m going to bed first,” Sehun announces without making eye contact with any of us.

Jongin and I don’t reply of course, but Seulgi does.

“Ok Hunnie, i’ll join you in a bit,” she enthusiastically shouts over her shoulder, in the irritatingly high-pitched voice that always gives me a headache.

Sehun doesn’t answer her, he simply storms off to his girlfriend's room and slams the door shut behind him.

Jongin gives me a look of confusion. He leans closer to me and I do the same, knowing he has something to tell me.

"Did he really have to broadcast that?” He whispers under his breath, like something absurd has happened.

I chuckle breathily and shrug.

Seulgi stays in the living room with Jongin and I until the end of the drama, then she bids us a good night before sleepily dragging her feet to her room to join her boyfriend.

“Shall we go in too?” Jongin questions while he massages my calves.

I nod and before I can even get up, Jongin swiftly sweeps me off my feet, or butt, and carries me bridal style. I gasp when he throws me in the air slightly and catches me in his strong arms.

“Jongin!” I giggle even though just a second ago, I was worried that my boyfriend was going to drop me.

My arms immediately find home around Jongin’s neck just to be safe.

“You know I can walk right?” I say half-heartedly, with no intentions of letting go of my boyfriend.

He doesn't show any signs of wanting to put me down anyway. Instead, Jongin holds me closer to his body and makes his way across the apartment to turn off the lights.

“I know. But I don’t want to let my princess do that,” he shrugs.

I am staring up at my boyfriend with my lips pursed. My serotonin level is through the roof and i’m pretty sure there are hearts shooting out of my eyes because I can feel the butterflies swarming around in my belly. Jongin feels the heat of my stare so he rewards me with a wink and a megawatt smile that showcases all his pearly whites.

He’s got me so abashed in his hold that I have no choice but to bury my nose into his chest to hide my face. I hear him chuckle and I can feel the comforting vibrations from his chest.

Gosh, Kim Jongin has got me spellbound.

I barely hear my bedroom door close behind us. I am only aware of my whereabouts when Jongin throws me on my bed.

When Jongin attempts to stand back up to his full height, I don’t let him. Instead, I grab the collar of his shirt and yank him down until he falls over me with a surprised gasp.

I cling onto my boyfriend like a koala despite his full body weight pressing down on me.

“Oppa?” I call out.

Jongin hums.

“Can I try something?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

It warms my chest that Jongin trusts me fully and has no suspicions on what i’m about to do.

I nudge Jongin’s shoulder gently and he gets the hint right away. He dismounts me and sits on the mattress, waiting for my next move. I step off the bed wordlessly, and stand by the bottom right corner.

“Sit here, please.”

I pat the space I am referring to. I grin thankfully when Jongin follows my instructions and crawls over to sit at the gestured spot with no questions asked.

I nimbly grasp the hem of Jongin’s t-shirt between my fingers and he immediately raises his hands up with a knowing smirk. I suck in my lips as I pull off his top, before I busy myself with untying the ribbon on his sweats. Jongin helps me by lifting his butt off the bed so I can pull his pants and boxers down at the same time.

Once I fling his clothes behind me, I gather my hair into a messy bun and get on my knees. Jongin knows what is coming, so he prepares himself by leaning back on his palms and parting his legs for me to kneel between them.

“I’m gonna drain your balls tonight, baby.”

Jongin is left speechless and his mouth parts in disbelief when I make a vow so salacious. I smirk at his reaction and get to work.

His member is pointing up to the ceiling, so I pull it down towards my mouth. I barely get to blow warm air against the tip and yet, I already have Jongin producing guttural groans and sighs. I start by kissing him from the slit to the base of his cock. By then, he is throbbing in my palms.

As I come back up, I give Jongin kitten licks on the bottom side of his length, especially the protruding vein. I then suck on the head of his cock till my cheeks cave in. I pull away to inhale and then I unceremoniously wrap my mouth around his penis. I cover my teeth with my lips and then start swirling my tongue around his rod. I focus my attention on the underside of his cock, where the head and length meet. I know it is the most sensitive part, so I concentrate on licking there the most.

My jaw is starting to ache, so I pull Jongin's meat out of my mouth and grab it firmly at the base. I start moving the skin up and down, and twisting it with my hand while my tongue licks circles around the head.

I interweave my fingers with Jongin's and then take half of his dick into my mouth before flicking my tongue around it. I make sure to maintain eye-contact with my man because I want to see his expression as he lets himself go.

I know Jongin is about to cum because his moans are coming out more raspy and his breath is quickening. He usually lasts for quite a long time, but because of our mini foreplay session in the living room before Sehun and Seulgi walked in on us earlier, his orgasm is building up much faster than it normally does. I have no complaints though, I just want to taste him already. So, I implement the method that always has him blowing his load in no time.

I deep-throat him.

I take him in all the way until he is hitting the back of my throat, then I stay motionless. I swallow and the action makes Jongin let out an animalistic growl. His legs start twitching and trembling. I know he is so, so close. I moan around his length, the vibrations sending lightning bolts of pleasure up his body.

"Baby girl, oppa is gonna cum," he chokes out breathlessly.

Jongin's phone dings all of a sudden, breaking up the steamy atmosphere. Our eyes dart to the source of the shrill noise in unison. And while Jongin and I are momentarily distracted, he shoots the first of his load down my throat when I least expect it. I let go of his hands and pull away from his hips to cough and sputter since I was caught off-guard.

Jongin disregards the device, worried curses leaving his lips. He starts tucking the hair away from my face and tilts my chin up so he can get a proper look at me.

“You alright, love?” He questions as he swipes my damp eyelashes.

I nod with an assuring smile to calm him down and Jongin exhales in relief. I perk up on my knees and bite the side of my lip seductively.

“Cum in my mouth, oppa. I wanna eat your babies,” I whisper as I plead Jongin through my lashes.

I open my mouth and go to the extent of sticking my tongue out, just to show him how eager I am.

Jongin gives me the side-eye for being a potty mouth, but that doesn’t last too long because when I start whining and bouncing on my knees, he springs into action by pumping his meat. I get rid of my t-shirt and bra before I start fondling with my tits, just kneading them and toying with the taut peaks to give my boyfriend an extra stimulating visual aid.

Jongin licks his lips as he concentrates on bringing himself over the edge. His breathing quickens when he tugs on his dick faster and faster. His hips start jerking forward and his jawline becomes more prominent when he clenches his teeth. His mouth parts in a silent moan, he scrunches his eyes tightly and throws his head back and right then, jets of his milky cum burst out in an arc from the tip and land all over my face, in my mouth and on my chest.

Jongin is shuddering by the time he’s done releasing. But I don’t let it end there of course. While he has his eyes shut and still isn’t paying attention to me yet, I scootch forward and boldly take him into my mouth again.

“Fuck!”

He flinches when the warmth of my cavern encompasses him and his eyes shoot open. He chokes out a strained profanity when I start playing with his balls and hollowing my cheeks around him once more. When I am rewarded with another string of semen, I know he has finally let out all his pent up frustration, so I lean back to clean myself up.

Jongin marvels at the sight of me swiping the remnants of his cum off my face and body, and shoving my fingers into my mouth. I hum in appreciation when the taste of the sticky, salty liquid hits my tongue. I even go to the extent of licking the cream that got on Jongin’s hand when he was jerking himself off.

“Gosh, baby girl, you look like an angel but feel like the devil.”

I bite on my bottom lip shyly and get back up on my feet. Jongin grabs me by my hips, hauls me onto his lap, and then he falls back onto my mattress with a content sigh.

I reach out for his phone on the bedside table and pass it to him.

As Jongin reads through the text, I idly trace unknown shapes and figures onto his hard stomach. I know something is up when his brows furrow and he clicks his tongue in annoyance.

It takes him a minute but once Jongin fully reads the message, he sits up with a tired groan. He gently sets me down on the bed and hops off. He unwillingly circles the room to grab his clothes and puts them on, article by article.

“Where are you going?” I whine.

Jongin knows how much of a cuddle freak I am, especially after we've been intimate, so it’s weird that he’s suddenly fussing around when i've literally just had his cock down my throat.

“I have to go home, sweetheart. I need to go into the office tomorrow.”

I scowl.

"But it's a Saturday tomorrow!"

"I know, baby,” Jongin coos, “but boss needs me to edit the LG proposal for Monday and the file is in my house. I'll come over as soon as I'm done, ok?"

I cross my arms like a spoiled child and jut my bottom lip out. Jongin watches me with soft eyes, patiently waiting for me to calm down, as he struggles to get his left leg into his pants. I huff and sit up, inevitably giving in. It isn't like he has a choice anyway.

"Fine! But you better buy me sweets before you come over!”

Jongin chuckles and nods, “of course, baby girl. Anything you want.”

He then goes to stand in front of the mirror to adjust his outfit so that he looks presentable enough to go out in public. He then rakes his fingers through his dishevelled hair for good measure as well.

Once he no longer looks like he has just received the suck-off of his life, Jongin comes over to me. He leans down to breathe in the scent of my hair before he kisses me on my cheek.

“Goodnight, baby girl.”

“Night,” I try to greet as unhappily as I can, but I can feel the heat on my cheeks.

Jongin notices my bashfulness so he grins down at me one last time and strokes my cheek before he’s out of my room.

Soon after, when I hear the apartment door close, I groan and thrash against the mattress.

I already miss my boyfriend.

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