A/N: Maybe, one day, I’ll quit writing smut. Apparently, today is not that day. I was wearing my Sehun sweater and imagined you dating one of the boys but having an EXO sweater from before you met them with a different bias’ name on it. I picture Xiumin being the most jealous for some reason. So here we are.
Minseok was exhausted. He had just finished over a year of traveling. Between award shows, concerts, appearances on tv with EXO and CBX, he was worn to hell.
You were slightly disheartened. You had been, literally, counting down the days for him to come home, and he seemed too tired to pay you very much attention.
You understood that he was worn down. You wanted him to relax, eat a few good, hearty meals, and sleep. However, he was too tired to properly function when he was awake. He tried to do absolutely nothing but sleep all day, every day.
By day six, you had grown frustrated at the lack of attention you had received., so you pulled out your secret weapon.
You knew the black EXO sweater with the name and number on the back was his least favorite article of clothing of yours. Not because he did not like you supporting his band, but because it had Chen’s name and number on it. Chen had been your bias until you had met Minseok at a bar post-concert.
You pulled the sweater with 21 on it and put on a cute pair of boy short underwear. You cooked a couple of omelettes and carried them on a tray to the room. You rustled Minseok awake gently and he smiled at you.
“Thank you baby girl,” he sat up and then blankets fell free from his body. His chiseled abs always took your breath away. He rubbed his eyes and stretched while yawning.
You ate breakfast and talked about what you both had dreamed about. It wasn’t even until you had finished eating and you stood up to take the plates back to the kitchen that he noticed the sweater.
“What the fuck are you wearing,” you heard him call from behind you. You smirked to yourself as you laid the plates in the sink. The plan had succeeded in getting his attention.
When you returned to the room, he was stood with his arms folded. He looked more alert than he had been all week.
With a shrug you said, “it’s comfy,” and started to walk by him to start picking out a pair of shorts to wear.
As you passed, he grabbed you by the wrist, gently, but with enough force to show that he was in charge of the situation. He locked eyes with you and you saw jealousy swimming in his.
“So, you wish you were making breakfast for Jongdae instead, is that it baby?” He leaned his face close to yours and he began to step forward, causing you to step back. You ran into the back of the bed and your knees buckled as you fell onto your back.
“Do you wish it was Jongdae that was crawling on top of you right now? Maybe Jongdae could pleasure you better than I could.” You felt his arousal with dominating you growing in his cock and you knew that you were about to get exactly what you had been hoping for all week.
Without any foreplay, Minseok flipped you around and pulled your panties down. He lined himself up with your entrance and slid in. He bunched the sweater up and grabbed onto it for something to hold onto as his other hand slid under you to rub your clit.
You moaned his name repeatedly as he filled you up over and over again. You let him pound into you until you felt the heat rising in your core and you began to tighten up around him.
You felt that this one was going to be a quickie, but you had been so desperate to feel him inside of you that you did not mind.
Minseok began to lose rhythm in his thrusts as he fucked you. It had been over a year, and you both needed a release that didn’t come from masturbating on skype or phone sex. His orgasm was coming fast, and you wanted to feel it at the same time.
You couldn’t hold it back anymore and you moaned his name one last time as he released simultaneously. You laid down next to him and he pulled you close to him.
“Is Jongdae still your favorite,” he whispered as you laid cuddled with him.
“Minseok. Don’t be absurd. I keep his around to annoy you.”
“It works,” he muttered.
“You are the most jealous person in the world, jagi.” you said to him.
He hummed and absentmindedly ran his fingers across your arms. His eyes fluttered shut and he fell asleep again.
Instead of being annoyed that he had fallen asleep again, you snuggled up close and fell asleep next to him.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.