Drabble Collection

Kim Jongin || EXO, SuperM || Ambiguous!AU [M]

Screams echo around the room, the sound of skin slapping against skin and Jongin's name falling off your lips repeatedly are things he loves to hear. The music that vibrates the floor from the party outside drowned out and if anyone was to walk past at the right moment, they would hear a muffled oh God coming from your pretty pink lips.

"I hate seeing him touch you," Jongin grunts, grabbing your ponytail and lifting you up into a standing position. One hand still has a deathly grip on your waist, the supple skin bruising while he fucks you from behind. "I hate watching you pretend to love him, pretend to care for him when I really know it's me you want."

People can call it what it looks like, cheating, but to you and to Jongin, you are together but to the rest of the world - Oh Sehun is your boyfriend.

"Tell me," he lets go of your hair, wrapping his hand around your throat and holding your body against him as he slows down to accommodate the new position. "Could he make you feel as good as I do?" You gasp when he releases your waist and snakes his other hand around to rub your clit, "could he have you begging on your knees for him or give you the satisfaction that I do?"

You shake your head, Jongin's lips pressed sweetly against the side of your neck as your body writhes against him. "N-no." You stutter, feeling the pleasure rush through your body in never ending waves, "I wouldn't let him touch me like you do, Jongin baby."

"But you let him touch you," he growls, rubbing harder and thrusting slower as he makes you feel the length of his cock leave you completely before gliding all the way back in to fill you up. "You let him kiss you and hold you while you play pretend."

His jealousy can get the better of him at times, even if he knows why you are doing what you're doing, it doesn't mean that Jongin hates every single second of it and will make sure that Sehun knows who you really want.

"Jongin," you cry out, he's so engrossed in his own monologue that he doesn't notice you writhing against him, your orgasm shaking through you as he continues to rub your clit. "It's getting too much, please," the overstimulation becomes unbearable as your legs become jelly.

He lets you go, pulling out and stroking himself while you lean against the wall for support, "better take a breather, because I'm not finished with you yet."