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
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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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