REASON , KJI [M]
kim jongin x fem! reader
IN WHICH you love watching your boyfriend practice his choreography despite how bothered you get while doing so.
genre: canon, smut word count: 1.4k warnings: explicit sexual content, sex in a public place, swearing, oral (f. receiving), fingering taglist: @yeol-jae , @royal-aeris , @kimchari
author’s note: i’m not sorry about the gif choice <3 anyway hello and welcome to the second installment of my studio sex with exo series!! i recently listened to jongin’s solo album and i was instantly hooked! hearing reason and watching the dance practice is what sparked this idea in my head lmao!! i hope you enjoy reading!!! <3 also this RUDEASS is wrecking me so hard and making his way up my bias list so-
It was a dark and rainy night; you sat against the wall of the small dance studio, watching your boyfriend practice the choreography of one of his newest songs. The addicting beat of Reason thundered against the entire studio, the slams of Jongin’s shoes against the wooden floor hitting right at the perfect moment. But you were not paying attention to the music.
You could not find it in you to look away from Jongin. The clear and apparent passion he had for dancing was displayed in 10K right in front of you. But how in the holiest of hells did he manage to look so damned good? Was it how perfectly his ass fitted against his jeans? Was it the way he teasingly reached underneath his black tank top while subtly eyeing you through the mirror? Or was it those stupid fucking body rolls that you’ve seen a million times but always managed to kill you every time?
You shifted in your spot, feeling arousal build up inside of you and pool in between your legs. You were glad to be wearing a mask, otherwise Jongin would have noticed you biting your lip, and you wanted him to stay focused on what he was doing.
What you didn’t consider, however, was the fact that Jongin was watching your movements through the mirrors. His own mask covered the growing smirk on his face as he heard you clear your throat, a clear sign that what he was doing was affecting you, affecting you good.
When the song got to that one part you hated- loved, Jongin reached inside of his shirt, pushing the fabric out slightly before pulling the garment over his head. Eyes widening, you attempted to mask your surprise with a cough, your arousal only growing as he tossed the shirt in your direction. Before you could object, the shirt landed over your head, engulfing you in darkness and the intoxicating scent of his cologne.
“Jongin!” you whined, taking the shirt off of you and placing it down next to you. After looking back up, you jumped when you saw your boyfriend on his hands and knees, crawling toward you with a teasing glint in his eyes. He slid his mask off of his face and placed it next to his shirt, practically killing you when you looked down at his lips. His evil, kissable, dangerous lips that were curled up in a devilish smirk. Your mind went blank when his hand softly caressed your cheek before hooking his fingers through the loop of your mask and removing it from your ear.
The mask barely slid off your face as Jongin attached his lips to yours. You placed your palm on his abdomen, feeling the sculpted muscle as you kissed back. He placed his hands at your hips and brought you closer to him so you were straddling him. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you deepened the kiss and rolled your hips down on his already hardening cock.
Jongin broke the kiss and pulled your shirt over your head, smirking when he saw your braless chest. He harshly grabbed both of your breasts in his hands, squeezing them as he licked a stripe down your neck and to your sternum.
Throwing your head back, you cried out as he wrapped his lips around your perked nipple, sucking and licking the bud while his hand massaged your other breast. You reached down and grabbed the buckle of his belt, unfastening it before tossing it aside. Jongin hooked his thumbs into the elastic of your shorts and your panties, pulling down both articles of clothing and placing them next to his shirt.
Laying you down onto the cold wooden floor, Jongin spread your legs open and lowered his face between them. His name tumbled from your lips as he pressed his lips to your drenched cunt. Sticking his tongue between your folds, he began languidly lapping up your juices like a man starved. You grabbed a loose article of clothing, squeezing the fabric as wave after wave of raw pleasure washed over you the more Jongin ate you out.
Whines and expletives slipped from your tongue as Jongin wrapped his lips around your peaked and swollen clit, sucking the bundle of nerves as he slipped a finger inside of your wetness. The familiar knot in your stomach grew as he added a second finger, moving them in and out of you at an intoxicating pace as his tongue flattened over your clit.
“Fuck... Nini, please. I’m so close,” you cried, shuddering as his fingers curled inside of you, removing his tongue from your clit and replacing it with his thumb. His lips attached themselves to your navel as he brought you all the way to your orgasm. With an earth-shattering cry, you felt yourself clench over his fingers, the familiar yet gratifying feeling of your release sending sparks upon sparks of electricity all over your body.
Panting heavily, you sat up as you watched Jongin slip his digits into his mouth, sucking them clean. He hummed in contentment as he released them with a lewd pop. “So sweet.”
An animalistic growl escaped your lips as you roughly pushed Jongin against the wall, hands scrambling to unbutton his jeans as your lips attached themselves to his. Kissing down his body, you unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down his legs. He kicked them off as you went onto your knees, eye-level with the tent in his boxers.
You looked up at Jongin, batting your eyes innocently before swiftly tugging his underwear down his legs. His thick, red, cock sprung out from its restraints, smacking him right on his happy trail. “Condom?”
“Wallet.” Jongin whined, sliding down the wall so he was seated on the floor. You crawled over to his discarded jeans, making sure to show off your dripping cunt to your already frustrated boyfriend as you took the wallet out of one of the back pockets. His soft moan at the sight of you so exposed and vulnerable sent a wave of pleasure down his spine.
Rubber in hand, you crawled back to Jongin, tearing the wrapper off and rolling it over his cock. You pecked him softly on the lips before sinking down on his dick, gasping at the stretch. Your palms landed on both of his bare shoulders as he put his hands on your hips, bouncing you on his cock.
His grip on you only tightened as you dug your nails into his back each time his tip hit your spot right where you wanted it to. Your names tumbled from your respected lips in soft pleasurable whines as Jongin began going faster. You were still sensitive from your first orgasm; the feel of being wrapped around Jongin coupled with his soft whines as you rode him being the perfect catalysts for sending you over the edge. You fucked Jongin through his own orgasm, crying out as he bit down on your collarbone while he filled the condom with his hot release.
“Fuck, we have to do that again.” Jongin gasped as he pulled out of you, laying you down onto the floor. You hummed as he took the condom off, tying a knot into the elastic before disposing of it in the trash bin. You stood slowly, wobbling slightly as you grabbed yours and his clothes from the floor. You handed him his clothes as you stepped aside and put yours on.
Jongin cleaned any traces of either of your releases off the floor as you took the black plastic trash bag out of the bin, holding it out for Jongin to throw out the tissues. He wrapped an arm around while you began walking toward the door of the studio, shutting the lights with a cheeky grin in your boyfriend’s direction.
The two of you crept down the hallway of the SM building, giggling to yourselves at the thought that you just fucked in the dance studio and nobody knew. Jongin bid goodnight to the receptionist as if nothing happened, snickering with you as you walked to the parking lot.
As soon as you reached Jongin’s car, he swiftly opened the backseat of the car and carried you inside, climbing over you while he shut the door with his foot. His lips attached to yours, clearly hungry for more of you. And you were not going to complain. At all.
