#if you're wondering why zzt is just a roommate welp

[yuhenglesbian]

Touch

Pairing: Zhu Zhengting x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut; Roommate!ZZT

Word Count: 837

Warning(s): Explicit Content; Swearing

A/N: I’m putting this all under the cut so like if you’re: (a) under 18 and/or (b) are in any way uncomfortable with sexual stuff, then please don’t click on the ‘keep reading.’ 

When Zhengting returns from his classes earlier than he usually does because the second-half lectures got cancelled, he doesn’t expect the first sound he hears when he enters to be the sound of your half-moaning, half-screaming his name. When he walks towards your room and finds your door ajar, he doesn’t expect to find you in bed, wearing nothing but a shirt which has been pushed up to make it easy for you to finger yourself under your underwear. Logically speaking, it was a valid enough reason for him to be transfixed at your door, his cheeks burning and his breath faster than usual.

It doesn’t help either that you’re so into it– so unaware of your surroundings, your face flushed, your hair all over the place as moan again, pressing your clitoris which makes your hips buck forward. One of your hands massages your breast, haphazardly, pressing your nipple which makes you gasp. It’s all too much for Zhengting to witness– which would explain the boner he has. He should not be witnessing this– he shouldn’t even be aware of this but he can’t bring himself to look away; he can’t help but wonder if  you’d still be as loud if those were his fingers. Fuck, if it was his tongue instead.

“I could make you go louder.” You sit up at the words, hands pulling away at the speed of light and your cheeks turning crimson at the realization. “Zhengting,” you breathe out, making him raise an eyebrow. “You weren’t supposed to be back so soon.”

He chuckles lowly and you can’t help but find it hot– whether it was in the heat of the moment or because it wasn’t usually that he sounded so patronizing, you decide was a riddle for another time. “Did you have fun imagining the things you’d want me to do to you?”

“I- that’s not what I was thinking about,” you try, looking away. “I wasn’t thinking about you.”

“Definitely not, you were moaning my name for something else entirely,” he retorts, walking closer to the bed. “Don’t lie to yourself– or to me, for that matter sweetheart.”

Your breath hitches at how close he is, his hand so achingly close to your core. He notices how your gaze shifts from his face to his hands and then to the space between your legs and he smirks, his own eyes darkening with lust. “Maybe if you admit the truth, I’ll give you what you really want,” he whispers, leaning so close to your ear that his lips brush against them– the sensation makes you ache with desire.

“Zhengting please,” you whine, incapable of giving up the offer. “I’ll do anything– just please.”

“Please what?” his voice is teasing to the point it is taunting.

“Fuck me, please,” you whimper, almost moaning when his hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck me like I was imagining it,” you plead, watching his hand inch closer.

It seems to satisfy him enough because he wastes no time in palming your core over your underwear once the words have slipped out of your mouth– massaging the area, kneading it so gently that it almost makes you cry with overstimulation. “Have you cum yet?” he asks, lowly and you shake your head in response.

“I was–” you stop mid-sentence as Zhengting presses his palm against your gland. “Zh-zhengting fuck,” you rasp, your voice shaking as you realize that he’s slipped his hand under your pant. Your legs clench together, hips bucking forward at the feeling, forcing him to use his other hand to pry them apart.

“Oh no, baby,” he shakes his head. “You don’t get to do that now.” His fingers rub against your core and you can feel your knees weaken at the sensation. “You’re soaked,” he comments, pressing his fingers gently against your clit, making you moan and lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder.

“You’re so swollen,” he continues, tugging slightly at your lips before he rubs his fingers against them, “I can feel my fingers soaked.” It makes you shudder, letting out a sigh against his shoulder.

“Why don’t you cum now, baby?” he whispers, this time nipping gently at the top of your ear as he presses your core between two fingers. This time when your hips jut forward– your core pressing against the back of his fingers, his name falling out in a cry from your lips– he lets you do as you please. Even when you fall back on your pillow after the release.

“Fuck,” is all you can say, as he pulls away slightly, letting you spread your legs. “Fuck.”

“Maybe next time, sweetheart,” he responds, stuffing his handkerchief back into his pocket, his voice amused. “That was enough fun for now– even if you didn’t last nearly long enough– maybe you should get some sleep.” With that, he walks out of your room, closing the door behind him.

You consider worrying about how your relationship with your roommate may be potentially ruined to awkwardness after this event but can’t bother with the tiredness of being overstimulated– thanks to both your wanton ways and the fingers of the aforementioned roommate– finally taking over you, making you give into a deep nap.

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