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#xiaojun smut
ne0pearl · 6 months
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wayv when they first slide it in ⋆ ˚。⋆ ౨ৎ ˚
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warnings: smut ! ! !
kun: his brows are furrowed.his lips are parted.he loves watching himself slide into you.all of this is mesmerizing to him.he just loves the feeling when he first enters you,loves the feeling of your bodies coming together.also will sneak a peak at your face to see your reaction.he’s the most pleased when you’re biting on your lips to shush any moans from coming out.he just thinks you’re so cute trying to control yourself
ten: he’s a little shit and we know that.he’s moaning loudly when entering you,while simultaneously giving you lots of praises,and some degradation.he’d be like “yeah take it like a slut,you take me so good,baby” or something along those lines.he also loves holding your face so you look at him and not anywhere else.
winwin: he’s so quiet omg.quiet baby.he’s probably kissing you.with full tongue.maybe biting you here and there.he’d groan a little bit when first entering you.would also be the type to hug you fully.he just loves to relish in this moment where you two physically connect.
xiaojun: he’s so so serious.his thick brows furrowed.he’s groaning a lot and praising you.his moans and groans would be heavenly because his voice alone is heavenly.is probably gripping on your thighs,and you know some marks are forming from his grip.would also be the type to hold your face so he can look at your reaction as well.
hendery: so focused.he loves watching himself slide in.of course he’s groaning a lot.so much that you think maybe he’s over exaggerating this.he’s biting his lips and sometimes he’ll bite or suck on your neck.teases you with just sliding the tip a couple of times.he just loves watching you get frustrated.
yangyang: a lot of groans and shortened breaths. eyes closed and brows furrowed.a lot of ‘ahs’ and a lot of ‘fuck’.he curses so much when he first slides it in omg.is also gripping your thighs a lot and maybe your boobs.also loves teasing you with the tip and then entering you fully in one motion.loves watching you get all surprised when he does that.also loves it because you moan loudly and he loves his baby being vocal.
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teasteeper · 14 days
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oppa vs gege vs daddy kink in wayv??🤔🤔
you sent this so long ago babe im sorry </3
kun/xiaojun/yangyang x f!reader, smut, “daddy”, 18+ minors dni
౨ৎ kun
like…..duh…. he can restrain himself well from bringing up the whole daddy thing, not wanting to overstep or bring it up before he knows his girl wants it. so when you’re pushing on his chest with your hands to keep your shaking body upright, meeting his dark gaze with pupils blown wide and tears streaking your cheeks mumbling “da-…. da…” he knows he has you right where he wants you.
his hands are cupping your hips as he drags you back and forth over his thick cock, strained groans on the verge of sobs leaving his chest as your tiny cunt squeezes him, “there she is. tell daddy what’s wrong, baby.” kun’s fingers work over your body to overstim you, pinching and pulling at your nipples, pushing on your tummy until your slick gushes around his length.
making a pretty girl cum on his cock is what he lives for, holding you to his chest as your high wracks your body. you can barely hear his low voice in your ear as you drool into his neck, chanting a broken, whimpered string of “daddy, daddy”
౨ৎ xiaojun
jun’s love language is obsession. he’s crazy for you, and as much as being ignored and teased by a pretty girl turns him on, his end goal is getting you just as crazy for him. he loves the chase, telling himself that one day you’ll need him like he needs you.
his body folds over you, his abdomen flexing and chest heaving with heavy breaths as he delivers deep, hard thrusts to your cunt. he loves the way you struggle against his grip on your wrists, your thighs squeezing around his waist. “s-say it. say it f’me, honey”
“fuck you”
he just flashes that pretty smile down at you, not missing how your mean words die in your throat as his thrusts grow rougher, the force inching your body up the mattress. he squeezes your jaw between his fingers, turning your face towards him and sighing out at your glassy eyes, flushed cheeks and swollen lips from his forceful kisses. “look at daddy, that’s right. my pretty girl”
౨ৎ yangyang
honestly, he likes whatever you like, because he’s in love with you. he knows it’s futile, drooling over someone else’s girlfriend - kun’s girlfriend no less - but with the way you look at kun, he can’t help but imagine you looking at him like that.
and when yangyang fists his cock to the sound of your moans on the other side of his bedroom wall, squeezing his eyes shut as he prays for kun to shut the fuck up, the best he can do is pretend your moans are for him.
his eyes snap open when he hears it, his body going rigid as his cock sits hard and heavy in his hand. but there’s no mistaking your fucked out whines, “please daddy, please”. yangyang’s hips buck, taking his bottom lip between his teeth and nearly drawing blood as he chokes back a sob. your broken mewls don’t stop while he fucks his fist through his high, abs tensing as he paints his chest with his own cum.
from then on it’s all he thinks about, unable to look you in the eye when you’re around, blood rushing to his needy cock when you’re so much as in the same room.
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sugar-petals · 1 year
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𝖘𝖚𝖇!NCT ; { 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚍 | 18+}
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[ # 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜. ] domme/sub. oral sex. kinks. toys. breath play. semi-public sex.
⟨ AUTHOR’S NOTE. ❌ here’s to a 9-part hc, this time it’s the neos! 5k words total — at this point, i might just name my blog oral fixation central instead of pretty boy central. i picked members who i thought would suit the scenario best, from power bottoms to innocent subs: pick your preference from the little ‘feat’ list below ⬇︎ and if you like what i do: interact and/or reblog ♥︎ enjoy! x
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[ + PAIRINGS.] crop top!mark, shy!taeyong, poly soft sub!shotaro, hard sub!yuta, experienced!jungwoo, tease!yangyang, trophy bf!xiaojun, service sub!johnny, pro!ten x femdom!reader respectively
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⇢ MARK 마크 - All about the eye contact while hugging your thighs. You’re comfortably reclined, playing with his soft flowy bangs. His shampoo smells so. Fricking. Good. He’s kneeling there, ass up, one hell of a sight. Why have one nice thing when you could have two at once? Mark eating your cake, you can check out his cake — and spank it later — it’s a win-win. Mark is the kind of guy who blurts out a thousand thoughts per minute, but when he eats you out, the laser focus he’s known for when rapping returns to its full glory. As if he could read your wants and wishes out of your gaze. If you want clit kisses, you get them. Still, Mark often confuses himself in typical style („Hold on, hold on! The towel goes here below, wait, I got it wrong!“), but! He is not confused by you. It’s more about figuring out his technique. Was more cautious at the beginning already, however not because he thought you were unapproachable or mysterious. Mark loves you very much and thinks you’re beyond hilarious. Which is why eating you out is constantly interrupted by mutual laughing fits, no surprise there. His tunnel vision can only last for so long! You make your boyfriend cry tears by making funny faces. He’s caught off guard. It’s good to lighten the mood. Being funnier than Mark is hard to pull off, which makes it even more rewarding to make his face glow from heat, thigh squeezing, and grinning. One hand on his cheek if you can reach, the other at the back of his neck. Mark has the softest peach fuzz on his nape, so satisfying to stroke. What starts out hasty or confused turns into comfy relaxation and trust, Mark knows how much it soothes you.
One scenario became his and your definite favorite. Mark got his driving license, parked in front of your home, honked, and had the audacity to sit there behind the steering wheel with a purple crop top on such a fine evening. Horny and intrigued immediately, all you did was stare during your drive to the take-out spot you like so very much. His hair had gotten pretty long, it was so cute. But Mark’s body was just as inviting, you wanted to touch and ravage and wreck him so damn badly. Mark barely made it halfway through the city that you asked him to drive off the main street. Innocent mind he is, your baby assumed you knew a shortcut through the traffic. Mark winds up stopping the car incredulously somewhere close to an empty laundromat store, this area of the city was fast asleep and abandoned. When you whispered you wanted to fuck him, Mark’s jaw simply dropped. A perfect exercise for what was about to— come. Perfectly sat on his face, you were deepthroating a whiny Mark laying on the backseat seven minutes later, sucking him off in a proper rhythm, seamless, with Mark nipping and dipping his way into your heart from behind. Mark was ready to die fulfilled by getting crushed. He came down your throat so fast, you had to wait until you could ride him hard: A perfect opportunity to enjoy some more chaotic rapper tongue action before, and moaning out loud when you came on his face. Since you were only getting started but Mark was dizzy with love, you took matters into your own hands and went for the ride of your lives.
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⇢ TAEYONG 태용 - Insecure and shifty-eyed at first, both hands trembling in the pockets of his grey hoodie. Leader Taeyong mode: Disengage. Listening well is his guideline here, he relies on bits of praise and your instructions („More to the left — yes… feels good“) to know what works. Sub training is the word. Since he’s more of an intuitive lover who prefers not to jump right into it, Taeyong will build the scenario rather carefully with your orders in mind. Morning, noon, or night, doesn’t matter. The time spent gearing up, arranging his room with the right lights and a movie to watch first, the mood at the moment, that’s time well-spent. Impressionable Taeyong is a perfectionist of staging something in every sense of the word. His tendency for theatrics and hot as fuck eyebrow expressions extends to licking you up when his new mixtape plays. Even when he’s fucked-out from the day, he still reserves this energy for his one and only. Getting better and to the point as he progresses is always the bar. The hoodie stays on. The inhibitions come off. Once he gets going and the playlist switches to Baekhyun, Taeyong sucks your clit like it’s your birthday. You reach the point of no return in one minute flat no matter how slow or fast he goes. Your sweet sloppy sub is well aware where the most sensitive nerve endings are and caters to your every throbbing, pulsing, and twitching of the legs. And if you’re insatiable, horny at 7 in the morning again, Taeyong will drop everything he does and climbs back into your bed to play with your wetness at the tips of his fingers, sucking them rigorously like the true cumslut he is. The scent of his crisp aftershave will make you cum in no time, he smells so fucking good and masculine. This handsome man’s all yours.
Recently figured out how mommy cums as soon as he moans her name. So, he has to use it diligently, not too early, not excessively. You help him place his hands on the outer point of your hips, use his bubbling spit as lube, and show your boo how to angle his glorious jaw. Sooner or later, he almost looks like he’s posing in an expensive photoshoot, that’s how physical he is. Subspace is always just around the corner, so you make a habit of reassuring him that he sucks you off right, that you love this way of pleasure, that he’s good at it. Which is no lie. His tongue is flexible and versatile, to say the very least. And his room isn’t the only place where your little encounter goes down. Taeyong once drove you out to see his old school — you both just wanted to revisit the empty building for some memories. Taeyong got nostalgic, plus he loves to show you forgotten aspects of his life that few other people know. The sports facilities in particular. But eventually, you pressed Taeyong against a locker, heavily made out, and within a blink of his pretty doe eyes, his head was between your legs on an old bench. Your dirty talk was off the fucking charts. The pet names you were peppering him with, too. Three minutes after you hit the peak, Taeyong gladly heard the janitor’s keys click in a close-by room, so you just wound up hiding behind some trees of the school’s baseball field. Out of breath, the two of you. Jeez, did he dress you in record time, and jumped up, and showed you the door out. Those reflexes. While you wait for the janitor to leave, a very amused Taeyong shows you pictures of himself when he was enrolled on his phone… as if he didn’t swallow your every drop just minutes earlier. Yeah, he’s fascinating.
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⇢ SHOTARO 쇼타로 - Kissy lips, kissy face. Squeals with absolute joy when you offer him to have a go — don’t underestimate how much he worships your body. And how much he loves sex, long as it’s not too rough. Shotaro doesn’t like hard subbing, gentle femdom sounds more like it. He won’t risk anything… yet. Wait one or two years and he might as well be super freaky. Until then, no experiments, Yuta’s kinky influence has not corrupted him, but he won’t stop to take a breather either. The perfect mix of commitment and flirt, batting his puppy eyes at you constantly with a very careful mouth at work. Shotaro’s friendly impression is not going to be blown away all of a sudden, that’s not even reserved for moaning his soul out when you peg him. The only time the sweet smile wanes is when your baby feels like you’re not into it — before you even voice it to him. Shotaro is concerned concerned. „Wait! Should I do it differently?“ is the panicked response, and you cool him down for a solid minute with head pats. Making mistakes is what he fears most: Looking pathetic, degraded, embarrassed and unskilled. Needless to say, he’s not the type of submissive who likes humiliation, more points to soft subbing. You say, you’re Shotaro. How could you go wrong. You couldn’t look awful if you tried. Although `going with the flow´ is a washed-out phrase that’s far too simple as a motto, a little bit of calm and laissez-faire really works for him. Not interrupting himself, not checking if absolutely everything is done right, but going ahead and just working his tongue to get some feedback later.
Where he clearly excels is a polyamorous dynamic, romantic and/or sexual: Hear me out. Naturally, he needs no experience with it. He fits right into the mix, acting as a mediator and mood-maker between three parties. Three is good, although four or five is too much for Shotaro to handle, even if the pairs kind of split into couple units within one room. Like two here, three there, or something like that. It’s better to focus and galvanize all the attention on you without distractions or further chaos that would just make the situation uncomfortable. So, three it is. Not a gangbang, just a triad, and if it’s two girls he’ll pleasure at once, he’s right at home. Shotaro is so amicable, his winning smile could put anyone at ease. As I said, despite his lack of experience, he’s a natural. One girl gets to relish his gentle fingers circling and rubbing, the other girl will see his mouth do wonders at the same time. Actually, Shotaro is more confident with a third party around, it’s puzzling. Until you remember he’s part of frickin’ NCT: Their collective buzzing hive mind has likely programmed every member to be good at poly should they choose to try it — don’t ask why, just enjoy. Being around so many people made Shotaro a little awkward in a one-on-one setting, which doesn’t diminish his affection for his main partner, mind you. But you can definitely tell he thrives on poly dynamics, it feels like protection to him. Shotaro’s number one prowess of being able to please will come through immediately, and he’ll do anything to set up the room as romantically as possible. Scented candles, warm blankets, music. Everyone feels secure, and it’s a night you’ll ask to repeat soon. He’s the absolute sweetest, I know.
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⇢ YUTA 유타 - Enjoys you spitting on him beforehand. Properly. Degradingly, with no hesitation, anywhere across his face. Wastes no time submitting to your sadistic, tormenting deeds. Any viable spot in your living space will serve as a theatre for a great scene. Even the cold basement: You, facing any wall standing, Yuta chained and squatted between your legs to eat his meal from behind-below, begging to be crushed, suffocated. Rest assured you’ll feel warmed up in just two minutes. Nastiest groans between loud slurping noises ever. Moves his head side to side a whole lot. Other people around? „Don’t care“ — Yuta wants everyone to know he pleasures your clit superbly well. Likes, wants, craves the aid of ultra-fancy battery toys. Where’s the excitement, the literal buzz? He’s not happy if you don’t get one hell of a show, whipped cream included (yes, his secret weapon). And, you know… him wearing a red rope harness, even thin heels, hard to balance on as the extra challenge. Dressed for the occasion. Always knows, observes, notices when you love it and when you don’t, or if you think some technique is just eh, mediocre, maybe „time for an upgrade“. The upgrade is more tongue-flicking, by the way. Mister Quick & Sloppy knows what’s good. Yuta shows up carrying a little vibrator collection 70% of the time, some very handy electrical friends that he’s gonna use one after the other while you can just relax. Why just one toy when you could have even more sensations? Alternating with his energetic tongue, it’s an interesting method mix, freaky and experimental. So much more intense, and new. They didn’t lie when they said Yuta had vibes. The things he’s smuggled through crowded hotel lobbies with a stone-cold face just to get you off. And: The toys he ordered online, where Taeyong picked up the package, so Yuta lied it was just another boring game he bought to pass the time.
Looks at you very intensely with his head between your legs, and you wink back by habit. It actually flusters him profusely. Don’t underestimate Yuta’s ability to become extremely shy, this man has such a soft spot for his domme. Especially after she destroyed him totally… he loves it, going past his limits all the time. A cane is all you need to break him, only to get all the head you want with Yuta crying. Hard and mischievous shell, soft and whimpery core. One of the best pleasers, knows you inside out. Yuta has his intricately detailed knowledge about the ladies down. Plus his power bottom tendencies equal the amounts of sheer masochism he possesses: Mercilessly smack him across the face between streaks of sucking, right after he catches a breath, and he will be yours. Yuta will plead you to do it again and again. Never cared about shallow orgasms, wants to make you cum for real, it’s the same with him wanting to scream. Wishes there was a way for you to choke him out while he’s doing down on you, but your hands would reach him awkwardly, preferring to pull on his hair anyway: So he just clamps down on his own neck with one hand, circling your nipples with his spit-covered fingers using the other hand, that fucking perv. That Yuta is crazy you already know, but that he likes to pile on several sex techniques at once is a revelation. That he has the skills to do it is not. Sex god. Your nasty boy deserves to be ruined.
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⇢ JUNGWOO 정우 - Prince of chapstick, he feels super smooth. The face, the same. So soft. The prettiest. Prettiest boy to ever pretty. Long as it’s a chill environment and it’s mostly vanilla, he’s down for anything, your goofy sweetheart. Don’t laugh, you could even put on a random Sunday soccer match on his laptop. If there’s no intense penalty shootout and it’s a little monotonous, both teams equally strong so nothing really happens, that’s perfect as a relaxing backdrop with all the occasional commentary and fan chants, volume turned down by 80%. It would sound weird with any other guy, but Jungwoo makes it work. It could be any sports event, in fact. Ice hockey, billiards, whatever. Or music. Or him wearing a silky jersey himself while he goes down on you, his sporty side is such a turn-on. But no stress, no edge, just being sweet together and flirting a lot. He’s cute and hot and kind at once — the amount of facial expressions you’ll see is astounding. Likes the occasional deeper dive if you know what I mean, though not as in, ambushing you with crazy tongue twisters and whatnot. Deliberate is the word. Is not content staying all too superficial or messy, it has to be rhythmical and make sense, making you comfortable. You thought he would be chaotic, but Jungwoo knows exactly what to do, how to dip, so you don’t worry. Except that you’re an immensely possessive domme behind a generous exterior — with eagle eyes, for that matter.
Since your lil’ pup acts like he has done it before a couple times, and Jungwoo confirms he has experience, you feel a bit jealous and even go on bantering. „Enjoyed it?“ Yes, even if you wish you weren’t, you’re jelly. Jungwoo reacts with a sheepish and embarrassed face, he doesn’t want to spill the beans. What’s done is done, he protects the privacy of his exes, evades questions. You eventually calm yourself to take it easy, it’s none of your biz, although saying his past is his past doesn’t really work as a catchphrase for you: You have to make it crystal clear, have him close in, make him say „I am“ when you ask „are you mine, then?“ Despite his seductive come-hither gaze being a masterclass and his humor being outrageous, Jungwoo is a surprisingly patient lover, hating to just rush it or be inaccurate with his plush tongue. You can feel his adoration. And he’s upbeat. A reassuring smile makes your day, it helps you rid yourself off the stress. Every word you say is appreciated. He hates when someone walks all over their partner, it just isn’t right to him. Listening is more important. Jungwoo hates you being pent up, hates you worried or preoccupied. At work, he can deal with himself. At home, he will vent quickly when there’s a bigger problem, but he’d rather tune into you first. He’d do anything to make you feel like you got rid of your problems, he’s your escapist fantasy turned real. Jungwoo has no problem being considered just that. In fact, he wants it, knowing you can take it out on him in gentle ways: Hands in his soft blonde hair, swaying your hips, cumming when he kisses you.
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⇢ YANGYANG 양양 - Eating you out as his signature move? Well, well. Yes and no. Because seemingly, he does anything but: At first. It’s 99% endless teasing everywhere else on your body. Until, completely on edge, you guide his shoulders and have him get to work. With permission, of course, knowing he enjoys it. You wouldn’t hurt this cutie at all costs, though he likes his head controlled by you like this to begin with. So don’t worry too much, he isn’t made of cotton candy, even if his hair color sometimes suggests that. Ironically, it’s the other way around. He wants to taste your cotton candy. With your hands around his temples, holding him in place. Which makes for a sexy POV from both of your positions. Yangyang is working hard, why is he still so immensely eager, how much energy does he even have? It’s admirable how he can tease your body for so long with ghosting kisses and suggestive eye contact. Yangyang being the master of stamina might come as a surprise, but you know how it goes with Libra men. Pleasers till the end of time. That’s exactly why he indulges you so much in prep. Edging is his thing, though you tend to take back control by cussing him out for licking your ankles like a maniac. „What are you, a deprived Victorian man? You sexy fucking sucker, you, God damn…“ Insults make him squeal and laugh, and soon he’s back to the main event, anyway.
Now seriously, why does the cutie trail off so much? Which, granted, makes you even hornier. Propped onto your couch, Yangyang is humming and licking your thighs with that seductive, way too infuriating grin. Even munching on them when he’s extra cocky, up until you say you’ll fucking spank his soul out if he keeps on smiling like a devil. You’ll mark him up at full capacity, slap his butt, pinch his nose, swear you’ll tickle him until he taps out. But kinky Yangyang is not stopped by any threat of punishment whatsoever. What are you gonna do, smack his ass and hope he stops nibbling on your legs for good? If anything, he gets even more riled up and ready to stimulate you even more. Shit, your body’s on fire from all the attention it gets. So, good luck with this sheer untamable brat. He kisses your belly, sucks on your chest at random. Your fingers, too. The neck. The entire palette. Even the fucking ears. Yuta would be proud of Yangyang’s utter depravity. Little did you know it’s all a tastemaker. In your world, he’s increasing the suspense. In his world, he’s courting you, paying attention to all body parts, showing off what he can do with his lips. Oral sex? Nope, kissing first! Holy fuck, he’s absolutely fucking peppering you. You thought Yangyang was too intimidated to go down on you and delayed it, turns out you misunderstood. Guy is just the king of foreplay. And out of all head squad members? Surprise! His oral fixation is the most unruly and developed.
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⇢ XIAOJUN 샤오쥔 - Okay, prepare yourselves. Xiaojun is a little extra with those kind of things, to say the least. Not kinky, just particular. In fact, he is the type to use his whole damn face. Yep. Very deliberately, slow-mo, so you can see and feel everything. Yes, chin and all. His entire technique would appear lazy, uncoordinated and weird to an outsider, but from your perspective, he’s just nasty, he’s giving it his all: Which is exactly what you like. Xiaojun knows that you’re obsessed with the beauty of his otherwordly features from outer space, and he’s always generous with it — „I’m yours, that’s why“. So why not give it a shot, his mouth can only do so much! Does Xiaojun look down on anyone who sticks to the basics? Probably not, he’s too busy in his own relationship. Being perfect, being hot, being all you need, he goes the extra mile for everything. And that happens to include cunnilingus. The cheekbones, the nose, the forehead, even… You get to feel it, too, not just the lips doing their thing. He’s brave, he’s naughty, he’s sensual all at once. Wants you all over him, after all. Slathered up in your wetness, is this Xiaojun’s new makeup routine? It sure looks like it. The man is glowing for all the right reasons. 
There is a bit of vanity in his style. He’s your designated trophy boyfriend, after all. Gotta look and act the part, doesn’t he. Swipe his hair back while he licks you, put up mirrors for sexy time, doll himself up beforehand with soft and pretty clothes, even a few necklaces. No mediocre. Xiaojun is like Narcissus between your legs, but really, he’s just conscious of how he comes across: And who can blame him. That’s not a boyfriend. That’s a masterpiece. Xiaojun doesn’t need beauty standards, they need him! Few people can handle his awesomeness. Knowing you want his body, his fucking soul, he is all the more eager to satisfy your heated desires with no regard to form: Come as you are. Your PJs, work or uni clothes, naked, near-naked, whatever. He’s the one to look at. Xiaojun puts great emphasis in slow-paced presentation that matches some tender music in the background. It could go on for hours if you wanted. Dejun could do the juiciest and unusual things while a ballad is playing in the background, but you’re into it. Because it’s not torturously done, but well aware that you think he’s stunningly handsome, so he’ll indulge you. Looks good in any position, as one would expect. Enjoys it if you sit on him lots because he likes to be below, this overpowering angle. The same idea applies here: Torturously slow is the key. You’re a strict and controlled domme, that suits him the very best.
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⇢ JOHNNY 쟈니 - Sassy, sassy boy. Talks a lot at the beginning, 100k words friends to lovers. Is this Youtube? Johnny needs to know exactly what you want and how he can achieve it. Fair enough, he wants the juicy intel, all of your boundaries and soft limits, your ideas, your sweet spots, your no-gos and best ways to make you comfortable. And hey, that’s a smart and normal thing to do: He just does it all at once, like an essay. Wow. You can tell he thought about everything and wondered about everything. A caring boyfriend, if you think of it. The whole shebang is kind of cute. Johnny has no business being ignorant; nor does he like to disappoint his girlfriend. He already caught your attention with his tight shirt, in fact, he distracted you while you were going through your phone, so now he, um, takes responsibility for his banging body being so hot. „Do you want any snacks before, something to drink? Probably some water, right. Wait a minute, I’ll get it for you. Do you want warm water or cold water? Okay, cold, right. With a slice of lemon or without? Should we turn on the TV or some music? Which blanket do you prefer today, the lighter one or the heavy-duty?“
On it goes, it’s the service sub in him. This is like fucking Hotel Johnny Seo. He wants to be like a personal butler to you, except that said butler has some impressive dancer glutes and no suit on. Johnny really does leave nothing to chance and you appreciate it: Circumspect, as ever, and it’s important to be comfy before getting down to business. Johnny knows it always makes a difference when you’re warm and hydrated, so he keeps on asking questions to make sure it’s all set. But once he is engrossed, lips on your labia… the opposite is true. Why does he stop talking out of literal nowhere, what on earth is going on. Johnny’s dead silent, focused, in a different mindset. Unrecognizable. He barely even moves his body, even if there’s a lot to move indeed. God, is he fucking tall — a bit difficult to drape and position himself on the sheets, but he’ll manage. Kind of folding himself in half will do the trick. You already blew his literal back out with your strap the day before, so his spine’s like jelly anyway: Bending, not a problem. Once he kneels properly, it’s all tunnel vision. Although to be fair, he moans every now and then — which is very stimulating, to say the very least. Puts his spectacular lips to good use and, if he’s honest, wants to be „nothing but a sex toy“ (his words, verbatim!) that you can bend around to your delights. You were kind of confused by what he meant, so Johnny explained it. The point is that you can adjust him however you like and he’s there to give you a good time.
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⇢ ten 텐 - Red alert, the final boss is here. Let's make tonight your birthday. Ten’s piping hot sexual style puts any existing man, no matter how experienced, to a literal devastating shame. Because he has what? The flavor. It’s exceedingly difficult to put his energy into fitting words. Similar to Yuta, he flaunts some seriously rapid flicking tongue movements, but knows when to slow it down for a minute: Nuance! It’s exactly what does the trick. Despite his quick and accurate manner, he won’t overstimulate or overtake you. Overtaking in a sense of, being faster than the pleasure can arrive, which is a mistake he knows is frequently committed. Ten knows that going too hard doesn’t feel good, so he refrains from going on for a second round right away especially. „Fifteen minutes rest is due,“ is what he’ll say, laying down face to face on his side with you. Presenting his cute puffy lips, and also for a chance to look him in the eyes properly. Those cat eyes. They’re magnetic. After enough tension builds and you’re impatient, Ten dives off between your thighs again. Patience (with stamina) is a virtue and he has it. Paired with the most graphic dirty talk you’ve ever heard, Ten is fully in his element, hands in the right places, hair falling the right way, lips promptly sucking you up. If you know his Instagram, you know which bedroom eyes will await you. On the majority of days, Ten is the type who will crawl up to you from the edge of the bed like a feline. You don’t know what’s first to touch. Grab his ass? Cup his face? Pinch his waist? Fuck it, just do everything at once.
Not a fan of 69, he’ll dedicate himself fully to you. Twisting himself around is his job on stage, but he’s remarkably still once chest down in bed. Or the edge of the bathtub, whatever you fancy. Few angles are too awkward for ten. Talk about bathroom sex: He’s probably the only person on earth who mastered giving head in the shower. Even without a mat or towel under his knees, which is crazy. He stays stable as if by sheer magic, the floor being painfully hard and slippery doesn’t bother him, though you insist he use at least a small towel to kneel on when it’s not spontaneous oral. Ten is only focused on his task, nothing else fazes him. He trusts you with the temperature control, and if he’s getting waterboarded from above with the shower on? Then he’s getting waterboarded. Ten won’t care. He’s the goat, he knows he can breathe somehow, and he doesn’t want you getting cold — „just turn the valve, honey“. You often take precautions and turn on the bathroom heating way before, but Ten insists on his ways and can clearly see your goosebumps. Your right leg over your shoulder, your boyfriend eats you out from below with the water stream trailing right over his face. The divine baptism! You can squeeze, grind, and fuck his face stupid in the most erratic thrusts on the bathroom carpet ten minutes later for a solid round two. He wants to be completely at your mercy, laying there on his back, dripping wet long dark hair, getting you off hands-free. This guy lets you do anything. Any-fucking-thing. Ten is a legend.
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mrkis · 3 months
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cherry red. (x.dj)
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PAIRING: xiaojun x fem!reader GENRE: smut WORD COUNT: 707
SYNOPSIS: you didn't expect to see one of your favourite colours between your legs.
CONTENT WARNINGS: established relationship, oral (receiving), mentions of hair pulling, praising, 'princess', 'good girl' and 'pretty girl' is used,
AUTHORS NOTE: for @thetypingpup. not a long fic, but its something... attack me with mark and i attack right back (with love) <3
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Sharing in conversation with Xiaojun about how you adore the colour cherry red wasn’t supposed to go any further than that; just a simple conversation. 
The deep and intense hue of cherry red easily captures your attention, standing out among the other colours that are present. Sometimes, you can associate it with love, evoking feelings of passion and romance. Other times, it embodies desire and lust, igniting a sense of intensity and yearning.
When mentioning this, you didn’t expect anything to come out of it, and you didn’t pay too much attention to the way Xiaojun’s eyebrows raise as he absorbs your words, a look of curiosity and wonder displayed across his features, deep in thought as you continue talking about other topics. 
But, here you are, a day or two later, finding yourself lying across your shared bed with your legs spread, Xiaojun’s hands keeping you still as his head of newly dyed cherry red hair is between your legs, tongue slurping at your arousal that seeps into the sheets below. 
“Tastes so sweet,” He practically purrs, pressing a quick kiss to your clit in adoration. “Always tastes so sweet for me, don’t you?”
His gaze shifts up, eyes locking with yours, hair tickling the insides of your thighs and he lips curl into a grin, watching as your body reacts to his touch and how he relaxes into yours when your fingers thread through his hair to tug at the roots, the vibrations of his moan sends a shrill up your spine.
“Please,” Your voice, barely a whisper, speaks out. 
“What are you begging for?” Xiaojun asks you as he presses his mouth to your skin, leaving gentle kisses in his path. “I’m giving you everything you want. I always do.”
You don’t exactly know what you’re begging for, but you can’t seem to stop, the words tumbling from your lips like a broken record and he chuckles, leaving one last kiss to your thigh before he licks between your puffy folds and presses his mouth back to where you need him most, hands sliding around your legs to put his fingers to use, spreading your folds wider apart to swirl his tongue around your entrance.
You wail, clenching around nothing, hands gripping his hair tighter as you grind your hips against his face for more and he gives in, pushing two of his fingers inside and massaging the warmth of your walls as his tongue keeps up the pace, sucking and slurping to feel your legs tremble around his head.
“Look so pretty from down here, princess. So pretty, aren’t you?” He compliments and you hum, but the non-verbal response isn’t enough to please him and you gasp loudly, head thrown back against the pillows as his fingers press down on a particular part inside and how his mouth sucks a little harder at your clit. “Say it, pretty girl. Tell me how pretty you are from this angle.”
“I’m pretty.” You’re quick to agree.
“How pretty?”
“So pretty,” The whine at the end of your voice is what pleases Xiaojun and he smiles, beginning to pump his fingers at a speed that has your toes curling and grip on his hair tighten, back arched and skin sweaty as his mouth resumes in licking and sucking at the spots that sends you teetering over the edge of your orgasm.
Xiaojun knows well when you’re close, knowing your body like the back of his hand. He’s studied the ins and outs of you, maybe he even knows you better than you know yourself which is why he continues his movements, keeping the pace the way it is, adding a few extra flicks of his tongue over your clit to hear those sounds that makes him feel proud.
Unable to hide the smirk on his face, he watches as your body seizes up as you cum, squeezing around his fingers and sucking him in so tightly as your hips buck, airy gasp and whines leaving your lips as bliss hits, fucking yourself on his fingers despite him already helping you ride it out.
“That’s it,” He praises so endearingly, kissing your puffy folds as if he would your lips. “Let it go, princess. Good job. Good girl.”
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hazyhae · 4 months
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getting high with wayv
my first request!! hope y'all enjoy <3
cw: smoking/marijuana use, suggestive content, mentions of sex, teasing/mean-ish behavior from ten, oral
18+ content minors dni
☁︎ kun
there is nothing this man isn’t good at, and weed is no exception
lectures you on moderation while rolling you a perfect little joint and preparing an ash tray for the two of you
acts like he doesn’t want to but smoking with you is one of his favorite forms of stress relief
he usually spoils you, but when high he feels comfy enough to ask to be babied :(
please please please let him lay in your lap and scratch his head
he will bury his face into you and lay kisses on whatever skin he can find with his lips
he just has a lot on his shoulders, so he will appreciate anything from you and repay it tenfold
if you go down on him, expect finishing at least 2-3 times that night
if you ride him, expect a 3 course breakfast the next day
“what did i ever do to deserve you?? baby please don’t ever do this for anyone else”
☁︎ ten
fiend and instigator
challenges you to outsmoke him but you can’t because he is just too good
sassy man apocalypse leader - the higher he gets the more daring his mouth is
“you can’t feel your legs? damn baby you’re high asf come sit on this dick”
he’ll make sure he’s the reason why you can’t feel your legs
he won’t stop talking shit even as he fucks you into oblivion
“you didn’t even finish half your joint, cmon baby you can do better than that”
obvs even when he does tease you he’ll still check in and make sure you’re okay
ten knows how to use his body and the high just gives his movements that little bit of extra fluidity that has you seeing stars
☁︎ winwin
he may seem quiet and reserved, but when he's high, winwin becomes surprisingly talkative and giggly
he loves sharing deep thoughts and having discussions while enjoying the high
there are thoughts that he can’t seem to get out when he’s sober, but they flow while high and you accept them wholeheartedly
those thoughts are also his feelings about how grateful he is for you and how much he loves you
you know he loves you regardless, but his words are just a lovely reminder
“i’m sorry i don’t always tell you how i feel, but let me show you just how much i appreciate you”
and that he does! just lay down and he will treat you like absolute royalty
the weed in his system lets his thoughts flow as he does you, whispering words of affection into your ear throughout the night
☁︎ xiaojun
he is a one hit wonder..
will take one puff and start singing to you while swinging you around the room
he has a playlist specifically for when he gets high, and the two of you will sing the songs in it together as you dance in each other’s arms
high xiaojun is veeery affected by the mood of the music, so once the bedroom music starts, the bedroom eyes you get
he becomes sensual and passionate, moving his hips to the beat of the music, taking his sweet time with you throughout the night
“i could just do this forever with you, nothing feels as good as this baby”
high sex with his favorite person and favorite music playing is the definition of a perfect night for him
gets lost in the music sometimes and might finish a little to early, but is always more than happy to give you some sweet loving and finish you off to end the night
☁︎ hendery
goofy #1
he’s already funny while sober, but your lungs feel like they are gonna burst when you are high with hendery
everything he does is and says is funny when you are high, and he’s just happy to see your smile and hear your laugh
high hendery is incredibly playful and affectionate
he loves cuddling and being as close as he possibly can to you
when the cuddles turn into something more, teasing ensues and you get each other riled up
the two of you are still a little giggly but once he’s turned on, there’s no going back
“let’s see if you’re still laughing after i have you bent over this couch, baby”
☁︎ yangyang
goofy #2
yangyang is adventurous and loves to explore new experiences while high, so he will suggest trying out different smoking methods or edibles
this also means that his playful and adventurous nature will have him always looking for new ways to heighten your pleasure
he loves exploring different positions and techniques with you
just when you think you’ve done everything he will surprise you with something new
“baby wait i’m not done yet, can we try out one more pleeeease”
instead of tiring him out, the weed helps him last longer and go more rounds, trying something different every time
he’s also open minded to doing anything you want to do, and the weed gets rid of any last bit of shame either of you have in expressing your desires
you are both exhausted and passed tf out by the end of the night
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crdteezv · 13 days
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Back 2 You - Hendery
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Paring: !childhood best friends/roommates to lovers to exes to lovers again! hendery x afab! reader
Genre:  college au in the beginning, non-idol au, HEAVY ANGST & smut 
Synopsis: You grew up with Hendery and have been best friends with him ever since you were little. But as you both got older, things started to become more complicated. After all that has happened, can you ever bring yourself to trust and forgive him…
Warnings: !fuckboy! hendery,  HEAVY TOXICIXY, cheating(he did it tho…), lots of arguing, heavy alcohol use (he is lowkey an alcoholic…), SLIGHT domestic violence (only happened once), the reader lowkey a perv in the beginning, dirty talk, teasing, kissing, fingering, choking (receiving), oral (giving/receiving), throat fucking, manhandling, use of sex toys, heavy degradation, rough sex, slight humiliation, edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex
Word Count: ~11k words (officially the longest I ever wrote I genuinely don't know how this happened...)
A/n: I hope you enjoy this because it's one of the first fics that's very story-driven. This one is not for the faint of heart so if any of the warnings trigger you, you shouldn’t read this fic! 
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Growing up, you used to be next-door neighbors with Hendery. Ever since you were little, you were really close with all his sisters. Both of your parents would have you guys hang out with each other all the time. You'd practically be at their house every weekend. He never had a brother, so he was always stuck playing alone with his action figures.
One day, you left his sisters for a little bit to go play with him, and since then, you've been closer to him, hanging out with him all the time, up until high school. People started assuming that the two of you were dating, which caused a lot of conflict in your friendship. He didn't care, and you weren't sure why it mattered so much to you. You knew that you just weren't ready to tell him you liked him. You started to develop feelings for him and didn’t want to come to terms with it. So, you distanced yourself, but Hendery, being Hendery, would constantly bother you and just wouldn’t leave you alone.
Eventually, you have gotten over everything in senior year and go back to being good friends again. The feelings you once had for him suddenly just went away.
That was until the two of you became roommates after high school.
You both used to joke about how you always wanted to live together when you were kids, but you actually made it happen. That summer after high school, you both worked hard and eventually rented an apartment together. No one in your family questioned it since they knew that your relationship was completely platonic and didn’t see each other in a romantic way at all.
Now, you were both juniors in college and were loving it, especially Hendery. Ever since you both started college, he would attract so many girls and was pretty much the life of any and all parties.
Parties weren’t really your scene, but you would go to them every once in a while. Every time you went out with him, it was like you would see a different side of him. When he is around you, he is always so calm, but when he goes out to party, he gets sloppy drunk and tries to hook up with every girl he sees. It was getting overwhelming for you having to always drag his ass back home and be the one to apologize for him after any messes he made. You practically became his caretaker always having to help him sober up after the party. So, you just stopped going to parties with him altogether. It just got worse as time went on; he would start coming home late at 4 or 5 am, and you knew that meant he was probably with some girl. Deep down, a part of you would get almost annoyed and irritated when he was out with someone this late.
Almost as if you felt jealous, maybe?
This was all put to the test when one night Hendery was getting ready to go on a date with a girl. He was asking you for advice on what to wear and how to act. You were just sitting idly by on the couch, reading a book. You heard him call out your name and walk into the living room. It seemed he had just hopped out of the shower because he had his towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, and you could see the water droplets slowly drip down onto his body. You even looked down for just a second and discovered that he had a new grown happy trail.
Why was he so attractive?
But him being shirtless didn’t make things feel awkward between the two of you because you guys were so close to each other; it didn’t even matter. Plus, whenever he was home, he was shirtless the majority of the time, so this didn’t faze him.
“Okay, so which shirt should I wear for the date? This pink one or the green one?”
He presented you with two different colors of dress shirts, and you pointed at the pink one since you thought that would suit him better. He smiled at you and walked back into his room, and you heard the door shut. You covered your face with your hands, trying to compose yourself. Tonight was a big night for Hendery because this would be his first serious date, and you felt bad for feeling this way about him. 
To be fair, you never really had much dating experience. You only dated one guy in high school, and it wasn't even a serious relationship. These days, you didn’t know why, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Hendery. Even when you pleasured yourself, sometimes he would come into your mind. You felt guilty perceiving him in such a perverted light. He was your best friend, and all you could think about was him fucking you.
It’s been 15 minutes, and he finally got out of his room, and you saw Hendery all dressed up in formal attire.
“Wow, you look fancy. Where do you plan on taking her?” You said enthusiastically.
“Oh, I’m taking her to a nice high-class restaurant that’s on the outskirts of town.”
In a sarcastic tone, you replied, “Oh, that's nice.”
He could clearly tell that you were upset with him for something. He knew you acted passive-aggressive when you were mad at him.
“Okay, tell me what is it now?” You gave him a confused look and didn’t understand what he was asking.
“Come on, it’s obvious I did something wrong this time. You only act like this when your mad at me.”
You rolled your eyes and said, "For the past month, you've been coming back home drunk and loud, making it impossible for me to sleep. I'm always the one who has to help you sober up, and it's just getting exhausting for me to clean up after you all the time."
“What? I don’t come home late every night—”
"Hendery, for the past three weeks, you've been coming home smelling like alcohol at 4 am. You're probably going to do the same thing again tonight—"
“Excuse me?” You could tell that he was starting to get annoyed, and you probably shouldn’t get on his bad side now. You got up off the couch and made your way over to him.
“Oh, you heard me the first time.”
“Okay, look, I think I seriously like this girl, and I wanted things to be different with her, and—”
“Let’s just be honest here, you don’t care about her, and you're just doing all this to get into her pants. You’re just going to have a couple of drinks with her and then come back home and expect me to pick up all the pieces for you—”
You walked closer to him, and you were face to face with him. You poked his shoulder to bother him and said in a serious tone, 
“The only thing that’s on your mind all the time is sex. You could never be in a serious relationship with anyone.”
The tension in the room was thick, and it fell silent for a second. This was the first time you had said something so harsh to him. You could feel that he was about to snap. He grabbed your hand and stopped you from poking him. The look in his eyes almost made your knees buckle out of fear.
"Take back what you said," he demanded, squeezing your hand even harder, the pain becoming increasingly unbearable for you.
“Hendery, stop it, you’re starting to hurt me—” You began to protest, but he continued to advance, causing you to retreat until you were backed against the couch with nowhere else to go.
“I won’t stop until you take back what you said,” he insisted, his grip tightening even further.
He had completely lost control now.
With some effort, you managed to free your hand from his grasp and push him away from you.
“What’s your problem? Were you actually trying to hurt me?” you exclaimed.
“No, but I don’t appreciate you basically calling me a whore and claiming that I can’t be serious with someone—” he shot back, his irritation evident.
“Because you literally CAN’T,” he continued, walking back towards you and crossing his arms, giving you an annoyed look.
“How do you know that I can’t actually be with somebody?” he challenged.
“Are you kidding me? Every other night, you come home late after fucking some random girl you met at a party. You brag to me all the time about the girls you sleep with, and I’m getting sick of it.”
“Oh, come on, sweetheart, you’re just jealous and you wish you were one of the girls that I fuck every night,” he taunted, his tone dripping with condescension.
Your rage began to boil over at the audacity of this man. Not only was he undermining your feelings on this situation, but he was also claiming that you were jealous. 
 You were at your breaking point.
“I know you did not just say that,” you retorted, your voice laced with disgust and attitude.
He looked at you with a cocky smirk, as if this whole situation was amusing to him. He drew closer until he was face to face with you, then knelt down and whispered in your ear, 
"You're just jealous, sweetie. You wish instead of me being out all the time, I was the one with you. Don't think I don't hear you moan my name sometimes when you're all pent up. These walls aren't as thick as you think they are."
Your body froze for a moment, unable to move a muscle. So all those times you were getting off, Hendery had heard every little thing. Little did you know, he would sometimes get off to the sound of your moans, but of course, he wouldn't tell you. You began to squeeze your thighs to alleviate the stress of the situation, but he beat you to it and placed his thighs in between yours. He lifted your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him.
“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now, love. Just a second ago, you couldn’t stop bitching and complaining, and now you're completely silent—” His grip on your chin tightened,
 “How pathetic.”
It was as if his whole demeanor had shifted from before. Earlier, he was happy and ready to go out on his date, and now he was almost scaring you. 
You were in such a state of shock that you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him. It was as if he was a completely different person now, and you were terrified of him. He started to lower his hand from your chin down onto your throat, slowly choking you. As he watched tears start to pour down your face, he almost seemed to enjoy this.
You decided enough was enough and started to speak to him. “Stop it. You’re hurting me again—”
“Oh, you want to talk now?” he said in a playful manner.
You nodded your head, and he let go of your throat, leaving you coughing and gasping for air.
“Look, I don’t know what has gotten into you tonight, but I’m going to need you to apologize.”
“And what if I don’t?”
You looked at him with such anger and said, “Then I’m going to have to kick your ass out of here. I have no room to tolerate your bullshit anymore.”
He knew you were serious, and that he should just stop acting like this. But there was a part of him that liked seeing you in this state. He would always piss you off growing up, and some things just never change.
“Fine, I’ll back off… if you admit that you want me.”
Oh, he is just crazy.
Not only does he lack empathy for how hurt you may feel right now, he has to be so entitled even in a time like this.
“NO, I don’t want you and I don’t need you. Not now or ever.”
He just leaned back against the wall and gave you that same smirk from before. 
“Oh really? Then why do I always hear you moan my name? It seems to me that you want me—”
He approaches you again, but this time you tripped and fell back onto the couch and now you’re looking up at him. Before you can get up, he pins both of your hands down.
“And it seems that you need me now more than ever, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You felt yourself wanting to give in, and it was getting harder to control yourself. He has such a way with words, you were starting to forget why you were even arguing with him in the first place. He practically manipulated you, and you played right into his hands.
A part of you didn’t care.
“Fine, I will admit I might need you just a little bit—”
You were cut off by him as he leaned down to kiss you. You began to make out and started to feel the tension between you guys start to disappear. You both passionately make out, and he lets go of your wrists, and you wrap your arms around his neck. You felt connected in this moment and didn't want to let go of each other.
“Mhm, I’m glad you’re finally admitting it. I knew it was a matter of time before—”
You don’t let him finish talking; you push him off of you and switch positions, shoving him down on the couch. Now you’re on top, straddling him, and he was a little shocked by your sudden act of boldness.
“If this is going to work, I’m going to need you to be quiet for me—”
You slowly unzip his pants and take out his cock from his boxers.
“You talk too much.”
Something about you being so stern was making him even more aroused. He nods his head, and you begin to stroke him with your hand. You pump up and down his shaft, and he is grunting and moaning for you.
You decide to take a step further and lower your mouth onto him. He throws his head back from pleasure and loves feeling the warmth and wetness of your mouth. You begin to bob your head up and down as you see him loving every second of this. You even used both of your hands to stroke him at the base simultaneously.
 The moment is ruined when Hendery gets a phone call from the girl he was supposed to go on a date with. That doesn’t stop you, however, and you just keep on going as usual.
“F-fuck can you slow down-”
You were taken aback as he shoved you all the way down to the base of his cock, holding you in place to answer the phone call as if nothing was happening.
“Hey, I know this is last minute but—”
You somehow managed to start moving again, causing him to squirm and find it hard to speak coherently.
“Oh, I-I’m fine. I’m just a little h-held up with something, and I have to canc—”
You started moving faster, getting back into the rhythm from before, causing him to bite his lip and throw his head back. He was starting to lose his mind.
“F-fuck… I MEAN, I’m sorry, I have to cancel, and I’ll call you later, alright, bye.”
He hung up instantly and grabbed your head with both of his hands, and face fuck you. You began to gag as your throat closed up around him. You felt that he is starting to get close because his dick started to pulse and twitch in your mouth.
“Mhm, I can’t h-hold it in anymore—”
He instantly came, his release pouring into your mouth. Without wasting a drop, you swallowed it all. You felt dizzy after all that had just happened. You could’ve been caught, but you wanted to make Hendery suffer so much that it didn’t matter. You found yourself drifting as you tried to fall back onto the couch, but he switched positions, leaving you underneath him again, your face down and your ass up in the air.
“Oh, princess, we’re not done just yet. There’s still another hole of yours I want to fill.”
Goosebumps coursed throughout your body, and you were too stunned to say anything as you watched him start to take off the tie he had on and use it to tie up your wrists.
“Ah, this will be a nice handle for me to use to fuck you. Just how I could use these too—”
He gave your ass a hard smack and then roughly grabbed your waist with both of his hands.
“God, you look so pretty to me. I can already see a wet spot forming in your leggings, sweetie.”
He began to remove your leggings and panties, pushing them down to your ankles, leaving you with just one of your oversized shirts on, without a bra. Since you were at home, you didn't feel the need to wear one.
You felt Hendery start to slowly feel all over your body, groping your tits. He had lifted his hand under your shirt and began to give them a light squeeze. You let out a little whimper and started to squirm for him. He didn't like that and gave your ass another smack.
“Stay still for me, baby.”
“Mhm, I-I don’t know if I can—”
He started to twist your nipples and slowly kiss on the back of your neck. He knew exactly what he was doing and knew where all your sensitive spots were. You started to moan out for him, which just made him hard for you. He couldn’t take it anymore and stopped what he was doing altogether, positioning himself into you. You felt him rub the head all over your wet entrance, and then he shoved himself deep into you, eliciting a scream of pleasure out of you.
He began to penetrate with slow and deep strokes, gripping your tied-up wrists for support and balance. He felt that he could lose himself in you and he wanted to take things slow. But now that he felt you wrapped around him, it drove him crazy.
He didn’t know how long he could keep this up and started to lose control. You did too as you frantically started to fuck yourself roughly back onto him. You were lost in your own world and didn’t care about anything but Hendery right now. He let you do all the work for a second, even lifting his hands off you. He was enjoying the view of you being so desperate for him that you were almost using him to get off for your pleasure. This is just how you would masturbate to the thought of him on those late nights, and now you were fucking him.
But enough was enough, and he wanted to wrap all of this up.
He grabbed your wrist again and started to pound you into the couch at a rougher pace. You screamed out for him to slow down, but he was now ignoring you, using you now for his satisfaction. He was so consumed by all the lust that he didn’t care if you were satisfied or not. Then he remembered that you’re not some random girl that he would hook up with and that you mean more to him than that.
“Okay, love, I want you to come with me, alright? I don’t think I’m going to last very long here.”
He didn’t have to tell you twice. You both went at each other at a fast pace, and he finished inside you while you came alongside him. It was so much that he had to spray the rest all over your ass. Before you could say anything, you felt the couch start to shake a little, leading to it breaking.
“Oh no… did we just—”
“Oh, relax, sweetie. This couch was getting old anyway. We can just get a new one.”
You both laughed it off, and he laid you on top of his chest for a minute. Eventually, he got up and gave you a washcloth to clean you up. He even went to the fridge to get your favorite ice cream. You felt comforted to know that he does all this because he cares about you.
It made you wonder if he treats all the other girls like this.
“Hey, look, I want to say sorry for being such a jerk towards you tonight, and I wasn’t going to take her out—”
“WHAT? SO YOU LIED TO ME?”
“Oh, well… if you put it that way, then yeah, I lied. But I only did this to test you. I knew if I confronted you about your feelings for me—”
“Wait, you did all this because you think I like you?”
He was a little taken aback by your question. Did he read the situation wrong this whole time?
“I-I mean, yeah. I see the way you always look at me ever since we were growing up. Especially in high school, you just couldn’t keep your pretty little eyes off of me, even when you distanced yourself from me.”
“Oh, that’s so not true—”
“Then why can’t you look me in the eye right now? You only do that when you lie or if you’re extremely nervous. It seems like you’re both of those things right now.”
God, you forget that at the end of the day, he is your best friend and he knows everything about you. He can read you like a book.
“OK FINE! I admit I always had a crush on you. It’s just I was afraid that it would just get in the way of our friendship. So in high school, I stopped hanging out with as much  to try to get over my feelings for you.”
He was still a little surprised by all the things you were saying. You were finally confessing your feelings for him, but he didn’t know that you felt this strongly for him. He couldn’t begin to understand why you felt this way about him out of all people.
“Now my feelings came back for you since we started being roommates. I thought I would be fine, but sometimes seeing you come out of the shower and even walk around in just some sweatpants really gets to me. I—”
He stopped your rambling love confession with a passionate kiss. It felt sincere and comforting all at the same time. He placed one of his hands on the side of your cheek and lightly caressed it with his thumb.
“Look, I fully understand how you feel about me, and I like you too. I know it’s hard to believe, but I was hoping that hooking up with other people would distract my feelings towards you, but it hasn’t been helping. I sometimes imagine the girl I’m with is you—”
“WHAT? You’re such a pervert, you know that?”
"Says the one who secretly watches and gets off to the thought of me," he retorted.
“You know what? Touche. I guess we’re both crazy about each other. I’m just glad to hear you like me too. I genuinely didn’t know you felt this way about me.”
“Yeah, I’ve always known. All my sisters would do is tease me about it. They always tell me just to tell you, but I was always scared you didn’t see me in that way.”
You gave him a kiss on the cheek and smiled back at him. “Of course, I see you in that way. But what about the girl you were supposed to go on a date with?”
“Oh, I actually was never going to go through with that date with her anyway. I planned on flaking on her since I assumed this was going to happen—”
“Wait, how did you know this was going to happen?”
“Oh, please. It was a matter of time before you fell for my amazing charm,” he said playfully.
You rolled your eyes and gave him a light punch on his arm. He acted like it hurt and said, “Ow, what was that for?”
“For being too cocky. Also, you're evil for using that girl to try and get to me—”
“Oh yeah? But that doesn’t matter because I belong to you now.”
You felt your heart skip a beat at that moment. He always knew what to say to make you feel overwhelmed.
“And now our first date can be at that restaurant you’ve always wanted to go to! We should go there next Friday!”
“Alright, it’s a date!”
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
You’ve been dating for almost a whole year now, and things have been going great. Both of you always go out on cute little dates, and he treats you well. At first, your relationship had a rocky start because you found it very hard to trust him. I mean, it’s only fair since he used to be a big player. But ever since he got with you, he has completely changed as a person. It was almost as if he had a soft spot when it comes you.
One day, you and him were assigned a group project with this other girl, Lia.
Now, you always thought something was off about her from the day you met her. The way she would act around Hendery really rubbed you the wrong way. She always laughed at something he said, even though it wasn’t funny. She would even find a way to touch him, whether it was playfully punching his arm or his thigh. You even brought it up with Hendery, and he just said that you were making a big deal about it.
“Look, babe, I think you’re overreacting a little bit. Me and her have always been friends ever since high school.”
“Um, I don’t know, I’m serious, Hendery, something is off with her. Whenever I would text her about the project, she would either not respond to me or respond days later.”
He was actively getting ready to go to his friend Yangyang's birthday party. Hendery doesn’t go to parties as much as he used to before, but since this was for his best friend, he had to make an appearance. He was putting his shoes on now and he was almost ready to go. You weren’t planning on going with him because you didn’t feel so good. He offered to stay with you, but you didn’t want to get in his way because he was looking forward to the party. He even planned most of it.
“Look, honey, I’m sure Lia doesn’t like me or anything. Last I heard, I think she’s talking to someone.”
That gave you some relief knowing that now. You almost felt bad for painting this evil picture of her. He could tell how anxious and worried you looked. He walked up to you and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
“Baby, if you're worried that much, I won’t even stay long at the party. I will go and make sure everything is ok and come back home, alright?”
You nodded, and he gave you a kiss goodbye as he walked out the door, leaving you alone in your shared apartment.
Fast forward, it was starting to get pretty late and Hendery hadn’t come home yet. But you didn’t let it bother you because a big fear of yours is that you didn’t want to seem too needy and clingy to him. You called him once, and he didn’t answer and left him a couple of text messages, but he hasn’t seen them. You just told yourself he was busy trying to make sure everything at the party was going well, and you didn’t want to be in the way of that. So you decided to go to sleep at this point because you were tired of waiting for him.
It’s 2 am now when you get a phone call, but it is from your best friend.
“OH MY GOD, you need to check what I texted you just now. It’s crazy, and I’m sorry this happened to you, but I had to be the one to tell you,” she exclaimed.
“Well, what is it-”
“Look, my phone is about to die and I can’t stay on the phone for long so just look at the photos I sent you alright?”
“Fine.” She instantly hung up and you went straight into your messages with her. 
What you saw that night completely changed you forever.
It was photos she took, and it was of Hendery and Lia being together.
He never mentioned that she was going to be at the party, and all the photos made you want to burst into tears. You could see that she was sitting in his lap, and he looked very happy to be with her. There was even one photo where he had his hands around her waist, and they were making out with each other. In the last photo she sent, it looked like Lia was leading him to a room upstairs, so you already knew what probably happened next.
Hendery just cheated on you.
Not only did he belittle your feelings on how you felt about her, but he made it seem like everything was ok when in reality he just wanted to get into her pants. It makes you begin to question whether all those late nights when he said he was at the "gym," he was actually with her instead. It makes sense why she would feel so comfortable touching him in the first place. All the pieces start to come together. No wonder she used to be so passive-aggressive with you all the time and so dismissive.
She was jealous of you and wanted Hendery for herself.
Before all of this happened, you and him started to become a little more distant. You would always ask him if it was something you did, but he would always reassure you that it wasn’t your fault. You began to blame yourself for all of this happening. If only you had encouraged him to stay home with you, none of this would have happened. Tears started to pour down your face, and you were continuously sobbing. You just couldn’t believe he would do something like this to you.
Here you thought that Hendery had changed.
So you decided to confront him about it when he came home. You went straight into the living room and sat there until he came back.
Some time passed, and now it’s almost 4 am. You had fallen asleep for a bit, but you were awakened by the front door being opened. He tried to shut it softly, almost as if he was trying to be sneaky. But you turned on the light and gave him an intense death glare.
You were furious.
Rightfully so. Your childhood best friend, now boyfriend, not only cheated but broke your trust. You could never trust him or look at him the same way ever again. He gave you a look of fear, almost as if he was afraid of you. You got up from the couch and started to walk towards him.
“So, what happened to you coming home early, huh? Do you realize what time it is right now?” You said in a serious tone.
“U-um yeah, Yangyang wanted me to stay longer, and I-”
“Are you serious? Hendery, if you’re going to lie to me, don’t use your friends as a cop-out.”
He gave you a confused look, and he couldn’t register what you were talking about.
“Hendery, I know you were with Lia tonight. I saw everything.”
The look on his face was almost priceless. You had never seen him look so worried and scared for his life.
“I don’t know what-”
"CAN YOU JUST STOP LYING? I gave you a chance to be honest with me, and now you want to lie to me not once but twice. God, you're such an asshole.”
“Oh, I’m the asshole? You wait for me to come home this late to make lies and assumptions about Lia after I told you-”
You cut right to the chase and showed him all the pictures on your phone.
He immediately wanted to fall to his knees at this moment. He has now been caught, and there are no excuses for what he has done to you.
He tried reaching out to grab your phone and said, “Hey, where did you get those-”
You swiped your phone and backed away from him. When he was approaching you, you caught a whiff of alcohol coming off of him.
He was clearly very intoxicated right now.
He hasn’t been this drunk since last year when he would come home late after parties. He was clearly unstable right now because he could barely. You almost started to feel a little worried for him.
“Was I not enough for you, Hendery? What did she have that I didn’t?”
He gave you a dazed look because he genuinely didn’t know how to respond to this. Even he couldn't understand why he did all of this in the first place. Ever since he has been in a relationship with you, he hasn't been to any parties and didn’t have that much fun. That’s why he originally planned this one for Yangyang. But he didn’t even know that Lia was going to show up. One thing led to another, he just kept on having drinks with her, and he couldn’t stop it.
 Just for one night, he didn’t even think about you.
“Look babe, I don’t know why I did it, okay? I will be honest with you, I used to have feelings for her a long time ago, and I was even going to take her out last year and-”
“Wait a minute, the night that I confessed to you, you were supposed to go on a date with her? Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“Well, I thought I was completely over her, so I didn’t feel the need to tell you-”
“Oh, you’re such a jerk. You lied to me and told me I was overreacting and that it was just all in my head. You made me feel stupid, and you said she was talking to someone else. Was that all a lie too?”
“Technically no because she lied to me too.”
“And you think that’s supposed to just make things better? You’re such a terrible person; I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
“It’s not like you’re any better anyways.”
He hit a nerve with you. You knew that because he was drunk, he was probably saying things he didn't mean, but you couldn't stay calm anymore.
“Excuse me?”
“Oh, you heard me, sweetie. You’re just as bad as me. All you ever do in this relationship is control me and don’t let me be free. You stopped me from going out to parties as much, and I barely go out as much because of it.”
“Are you actually stupid? I didn’t say you couldn’t go; I just didn’t trust you because I knew some shit like this was going to happen. You’re starting to really piss me off now.”
“Then how about you just shut up then-”
You gave him a hard slap on his face. He had finally crossed the line. He was clearly upset about what you did, and he pushed you against the wall, causing one of the photos to fall against your arm and onto the floor. It scratched your arm a bit, and it was evident it was going to leave a mark.
“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?” you yelled at him in anger.
He pinned you against the wall and looked down at you with frustration. You had never seen him this mad at you before. He had never been this violent towards you, and you were starting to feel scared of him.
He just started crying out of nowhere and tried to caress your face with his hands. “Baby, I’m so sorry and didn’t mean to hurt-”
“Get out now.”
He looked shocked and almost surprised by your response.
“If your ass is not out of here by the morning, I’m calling the police. I don’t want to see you ever again. Do you understand me?”
He instantly regretted all the things he had done to you. He knew you were serious because you had never spoken to him like this before.
"Me and you are done, Hendery."
You push him off of you and go straight into your bedroom, throwing all of his clothes and stuff out into the living room. He keeps begging and pleading for you to stop, but you ignore him; you have made up your mind at this point.
“Babe, please, I’m sorry. I clearly drank too much, and I shouldn’t have laid my hands on you. I promise we can fix this, and I'll do better-”
“NO, WE CAN’T. What don’t you understand when I say get out now? We’re done, and frankly, I just want you out of here immediately.”
“B-But where am I going to sleep tonight?”
“Oh, I don’t know. You should’ve thought of that before you went out and cheated on me. Here's all of your stuff; get out of here now.”
“I live here too, you know-”
“Well, not anymore.”
He starts to accept this outcome. He knows that nothing he could say or do could change your mind. He starts to make his way over to the front door and gives you a look of guilt. He really messed up this time; he was not only losing his girlfriend but his best friend.
“Oh, I know it’s too late to say this, but happy one-year anniversary.”
Holy shit.
You lost track of the time, and you realize that today was indeed your one-year anniversary with him. The fact that all this had to happen on the day of your anniversary makes everything even more painful. He closes the door behind him, and you never see Hendery ever again.
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Seven years had passed, and you had established yourself in your career. You got a job offer that brought you back to your hometown. Three months into this new job, you had become close with your coworkers, who invited you out for drinks to celebrate. Excited for a night out, you dressed in your favorite outfit and headed to the bar, catching an Uber to meet your colleagues.
Little did you know, Hendery happened to be at the same place too. At first, he didn't notice you until Yangyang pointed you out.
"Hey, isn't that-"
"Yeah, it is her. I haven't seen her since we broke up. She looks so different now."
"Dude, I know. You were stupid for cheating on her in the first place."
“Tell me something I don’t already know. We probably would have still been together now if I wasn’t such an idiot."
As time passed, he began to miss you and being in a relationship with you. He longed for your company and missed all the time you had shared. Every day, he regretted hurting you and wished he could’ve fixed the relationship.
“Well, I don’t think it’s too late to properly apologize. Besides, that was years ago, I’m sure she is probably over it by now.”
“Oh, I know for a fact she is not. I really broke her heart, and she is not just going to move on from that.”
You were not over it. You still get triggered when you think of him. Even now, you don’t want to forgive him at all.
But another part of you still missed him.
You often imagined how life would have been if he never cheated. You envisioned feeling happy and fulfilled being with him. But he made his choice, and it was to not be with you.
“I wish I could just-”
He stopped as he noticed you laughing with one of your male coworkers. You were sitting pretty close to him and looked like you were really intoxicated. You were pretty much a lightweight and tended to get pretty “friendly” when drunk.
Hendery felt a little jealous seeing you with someone else. But he knew you guys haven’t been with each other in a very long time, so of course you would move on from him. It still hurts to see you with someone else.
“Dude, you're staring way too hard at her,” Yangyang said.
“No, I’m not,” Hendery replied as he looked away from you.
“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”
"So much," Hendery replied with a sigh.
“Listen, I say you go talk to her and try to work things out. Even if she doesn’t forgive you, give her a better apology than before.”
He was right.
The night you and Hendery broke up, he was too intoxicated to even give you a proper apology.
“You know what? You’re right. I’m going to talk to her right now-”
“Woah, do you really think it’s a good idea? She looks pretty occupied now, and maybe you should talk to her after-”
“No, it has to be now. What if I don’t get an opportunity like this again? This is my sign to do it now.”
Yangyang nodded his head as he watched how Hendery made his way over to your table.
As he approached you, your whole demeanor started to change. You went from being carefree and happy to anxious and irritated.
“Unbelievable. I thought I never had to see your face again,” you said in a harsh but serious tone.
All your coworkers at the table noticed the shift in your behavior. They had never seen you so angry before.
“Look, I don’t want to take too much of your time, but can I-”
“Can you what? Make a fool out of me for the 2nd time now? Not in front of my friends. I would appreciate it if you leave now.”
Things started to get uncomfortable not only for you but also for your coworkers.
“It will just take like 5 minutes. Can we please just talk-”
“What is there to talk about? Just leave me alone. You’re pissing me off even more than before."
The guy sitting next to you noticed how your body was starting to shake a little. He didn’t know why the two of you broke up, but he saw that he was making you feel uncomfortable. So, he decided to do something about it. He sat up and placed a hand on Hendery's shoulder.
“Hey man, just back off, alright? She clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you. So I suggest you—"
Before things escalated, Yangyang intervened to break up the altercation between your coworker and Hendery before things got messier.
"Sorry to interrupt, guys, but let's just step away for a moment," Yangyang said, attempting to defuse the situation.
"Wait," you exclaimed.
Everyone at the table turned their attention to you, curious to hear what you had to say.
"Um, that won’t be necessary, Yangyang. I'll hear Hendery out and see what he has to say," you announced.
Your coworkers were shocked by your decision, and the one who had tried to defend you earlier asked if you were sure about it. You nodded in response.
Yangyang stepped away, and you followed Hendery to a table in the back where your conversation wouldn't be overheard.
Hendery stared at you, struggling to find the right words. You were just as beautiful and intimidating as ever. 
“Uh, are you going to say anything to me or just keep on being a creep?” you asked.
He let out a soft chuckle and said, “Nah, it's just you're still so pretty, and you look so different now.”
“Yeah, it's because I've been happier since we broke up.”
“Ouch, okay, I deserve that. Look, what I did to you was so wrong, and I don’t know how I can make it up to you. I'm seriously sorry for—”
“Oh, don’t act like you care now. You know, after we broke up, a small part of me was waiting for you to come back to try and make things right, and I hated myself for feeling that way. To have given you the benefit of the doubt, but you know what you did instead?” 
He looked worried about what you were going to say next.
“You decided to go back to your old ways and sleep with every girl you see, and you didn’t even try to text or call to give me a proper apology. It’s almost as if you wanted to find a reason to break up with me so you could go back to being a whore again.”
Hendery was a little hurt and taken aback by what you said. He knew you were a little buzzed and tended to speak bluntly because of it.
He hated that you were right about everything.
“Okay, you’re right. I was being childish, and you have every right to hate my guts right now. But that's why I want to make things right between us—”
“Make things right? Are you serious? You made me feel stupid all these years, I thought that I did something wrong and I wasn't enough for you. You made it seem like I was the problem.”
“Listen, I know none of this is okay, and you don’t have to forgive me. I just want you to hear me say that I’m sorry.”
You started to get up and said, “Well, you should’ve told me that seven years ago.”
He stopped you from walking away, grabbed your wrist, and said, “Look, I shouldn’t have cheated on you, and I should’ve just communicated how I was feeling about you. Instead, I was too much of a coward to say anything. I am a different person now.”
You rolled your eyes, as if you were going to believe anything he said. He was just saying this so he could find his way back into your life.
“Yeah, right? You've changed?”
You sat back down in your chair and crossed your arms at him.
“Actually, I have. I stopped drinking so much that I only do it on occasion now. I even went to therapy, and it really helped me out a lot. Probably the best thing I could’ve done for myself.”
He said this with such conviction, and it seemed genuine. He maintained eye contact with you, and that’s how you know he was telling the truth. Whenever he lied, he could never look at you in the eye.
You were starting to believe him.
Maybe you were being too harsh on him. It had been over seven years since you last saw each other, and people can change in that amount of time.
Even someone like Hendery.
You finally started to come around and cracked a little smile.
“Fine, I guess you have changed. The old you wouldn't have tried this hard to apologize to me.”
He was shocked when you initially turned around and decided to forgive him after all this time.
"So, do you forgive me?" he asked.
You were a little hesitant at first but decided to nod your head yes. He let out a sigh of relief as if a weight was being lifted off his chest.
“I forgive you, but it will take some time for me to accept you back into my life. I mean, we were really good friends, and you messed up our friendship as well.”
“I know, and I want to apologize for that too. My sisters would come after me for being such an idiot.”
“Oh yeah, how are your sisters? I haven’t talked to them in so long since I moved away.”
“They’re good! They always hoped that we would someday be good friends again!”
You guys began to catch up more, and it was starting to get pretty late. Your coworkers approached you and asked if you were coming with them, and you said you were going to stay back and talk with Hendery some more. As time went on, Yangyang had left too because he didn't want to interrupt what was going on between you two.
It was now midnight, and you had no ride home.
“Hey, I have no problem taking you home. Unless you’re not comfortable with that—”
“No, I don't mind. I don’t live too far away, so you can drop me off.”
He nodded, and you got into his car and sat in the passenger seat. You guided him on how to get there. Suddenly, it started to rain really hard, and it was getting harder for him to maneuver his way around. Eventually, you arrived at your place. You offered him to come inside, just until the rain started to dial down. He agreed, and you both ran inside into your apartment building. You made it into your room and put all your stuff down.
You were so focused on getting inside that you didn’t realize how Hendery's clothes were drenched in the rain, and his hair was wet. His wet clothes were clinging to his figure, making you see the outline of his body. He pushed his long hair back to stop it from covering his face.
Why were you still so attracted to him?
“Hey, your clothes are very wet. I can put them in the dryer for you.”
"Aw, thanks, I appreciate it."
He starts to take off his shirt, but you stop him.
"Whoa, you don’t have to do that in front of me. Just go to the laundry room, and I'll find you a t-shirt or something."
"Oh, please, don’t act like you've never seen my body before. It's just like when we were roommates, right?"
"Yeah, but it’s different now... just go put your clothes away."
He agreed and put his clothes in the dryer. You gave him one of your baggy shirts to wear while he waited. You sat on the couch and got comfortable, keeping a normal distance from each other. You talked more about life and what you've both been up to since being apart.
"So, whatever happened to Lia? How long did that last?" You said playfully, knowing their relationship was bound to end.
"We didn’t even last a week."
You started laughing hard, and he chuckled a bit too. You both knew he never actually liked her and just jumped at the first opportunity he had.
"Of course, it didn’t. What happened with that?"
"So, apparently, I was too 'boring' for her, and she wanted to be with someone more fun."
"That’s so stupid. God, I really never liked her. Still don’t know how you tolerated her."
It was crazy how you both went right back to the way things were. It felt purely platonic between the two of you, and you could freely talk about anything. It didn’t feel weird or awkward at all. You both were mature about the situation.
"So, what about you? I'm sure you dated some guys after we broke up."
"Surprisingly, not really. I had to heal and work on myself afterward. I didn’t meet anyone until after I graduated. I tried hookups, but they didn’t really help. So, I waited to be in a relationship with someone, and I did."
Hendery was very curious about what you meant by that.
"So, what happened with him?"
“So, the relationship ended a couple of months ago, and it was pretty off and on. We just weren't going to work out since I had to move back here. We didn’t want to do long distance, so we just broke up.”
You were so deep into the conversation that you didn’t notice how close Hendery sat next to you. He was only a knee's length away. He patted your shoulder and said, “Dang, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Ah, it’s alright. It was completely mutual, and yeah, it still hurts me a little. That’s why I went out with my coworkers to drink tonight, to try and ease the pain.”
“Wait, really? Now I feel even worse. I ruined your night out by dumping myself back into your life—”
You grabbed onto his arm and said, “Oh no, you didn’t ruin anything. Actually, a part of me is glad you did that. I missed having my best friend in my life.”
He smiled and got up from the couch, walking around your place a little bit. He looked at all the pictures on your wall and noticed the cracked photo frame that he broke the night of your breakup. It was a photo of you and him when you were kids.
“Whoa, you still have this? I can’t believe I hurt you that night. I really shouldn’t have done that.”
You got up and made your way over to him, replying, “Yeah, it’s fine. Plus, I struggle to let go of things, so I've kept it ever since. Also, look, the scar is still there too.”
You lifted up your sleeves and showed your arm to him. He had a guilty look on his face, and all this just made him feel even worse. He still couldn’t believe that he put his hands on you. Even though the scar was just a little scratch, he still felt terrible. He looked over to another photo, and it seemed to be a photo of you and your ex. He picked it up and said, “I’m assuming this was him?”
“Yeah, I tell myself I will get rid of it, but I just can’t bring myself to do it, you know?”
Hendery knew exactly what you were talking about. He still had photos of the two of you when you were dating. He looked back on them every now and then to reminisce on all the good memories you had together. He knew that you were in a vulnerable state in your life right now. You broke up with your boyfriend a long time ago, and you’re still trying to cope with it.
But, he couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted you right now.
He feels terrible, but he can’t help it. You were wearing an off-the-shoulder baggy shirt with some shorts. He just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He felt like such a creep for having such lewd thoughts about you, and he didn’t know how long he could take it anymore.
"So, where's your room?"
"Nice try, but that's not going to work on me."
"What are you talking about? You're the one making it weird. I just asked a simple question."
Maybe he was right. You had been in your head a lot recently, and you tended to overanalyze things. He just wanted you to give him a little tour of your new place. You led him into your room. He saw that you kept it very simple, and instead of having lights on, you had candles lighting up your room. You both decided to chill there and play some music. Then, you started to talk more about life and didn’t even realize you were both lying side by side with each other on the bed. He then noticed a mysterious box you had next to your bedside table.
"Hey, what’s in that box next to you?"
You began to panic and forgot to put it away in your drawers. You couldn’t think of an excuse off the top of your head, and you said, “Oh, it’s nothing, you just reminded me to put it away-”
"Okay, now I know you’re lying to me because you always stumble on your words when you do that. Let me see it."
He tried to reach over you to get it, but you stopped and started to play fight with him. You were trying to push him back enough so you could secretly hide it somewhere when he wasn’t looking. You don’t know how this happened, but he is now on top of you and pinned your hands above your head with one of his hands. You were squirming under him and started to laugh at your struggle.
"Let go of me now."
"Aww, but where's the fun in that? Let’s see what you’re hiding in here."
He grabbed the box and opened it, and to his surprise, he saw what you were trying to hide so desperately.
All of your sex toys.
When you were together, you never really had any, probably just one or two. But this box was filled with so many things, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
"Wow, I didn’t know you liked all of this."
You started to become embarrassed by this situation, and the position you were in wasn’t making it any better.
“L-look, it’s not what y-you think. I-”
“Oh, don’t try and explain yourself now, sweetie. I knew secretly you were probably into a lot of things.”
He knelt down to your ear and whispered, “But I couldn’t ever imagine you being this much of a slut.”
Shivers ran down your spine as you felt your body go limp. It’s been forever since he talked to you like this before. It was as if his whole demeanor had changed, and he was starting to get serious.
“Well, people change, you know? I’m not the same person you used to be,” you said in a flirtatious manner.
He felt himself start to become hard for you. The way you looked so fragile and weak under him, with you pinned down with one of his hands, was really doing something to him.
He couldn’t hold himself back anymore.
“Oh, really now? I want to see this new version of you, so let me just-”
You had some handcuffs in the box, and he decided to cuff you to the headboard of the bed.
“U-um, what are you doing? I don’t think we should-”
“Come on, baby, don’t act like you don’t miss this. I mean, look at you down there?”
He took off your shorts, and he saw a wet spot formed in your panties. You were too embarrassed to say anything.
“Mhm, don’t act all shy now. This is only just the beginning. Let’s try using this on you-”
He lowered your underwear down past your ankles, and now you’re left in nothing but your t-shirt. He grabbed one of your vibrators and started to use it on you. You let out a loud moan from the sudden sensation you were feeling on your clit.
“P-please, slow it d-down-”
He brought it a level higher than before and started to laugh at you. He enjoyed seeing you trying to keep it together.
“God, you look so pathetic right now, and it’s actually kind of cute.”
You started to tense up a bit from his words. He started to spice things up by shoving one of his fingers into your aching pussy. You let out a loud scream and quickly covered your mouth with his other hand.
“Shh, baby, you don’t want your neighbors to find out what’s going on here. I need you to be good for me and try to keep your voice down,” he said in such a calming tone that it was starting to put you at ease. But you spoke too soon, and he added a second finger into your cunt. He was thrusting into you at a rough and hard pace. Tears started to form in your eyes as you bit your lips to hold back your moans.
“F-fuck, if you k-keep this up I’m going to-”
“I know, so why don’t you cum for me, okay?”
You nodded his head as he set your vibrator to the highest setting and continued fingering you at a rougher pace. When you came, he removed the toy and his fingers, then used his mouth to clean everything up. This took you a little off guard, but you felt satisfied.
You couldn’t believe this was happening right now.
He took off your handcuffs, and you felt like you were going to pass out. But Hendery took off his shirt and lowered his sweatpants down to his knees. You could see his hard-on protruding through his boxers, clearly aroused by you.
“Oh, we are not done yet, sweetheart. I’m not fully satisfied yet, and I can’t hold back anymore.”
He took off your shirt, and your chest was exposed to him. You felt the cold air on you, and that made your nipples start to perk up.
“You look so pretty, how can I ever resist you?”
He grabbed both of your legs and placed them over his shoulders, shoving his cock into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you let out a loud moan. He wasn’t slowing down either. He was desperate for you, pounding into you with a rough and hard pace. He lowered his head to your chest and started to kiss all over your tits. He couldn’t help himself, and he had been wanting to do this to you all night. He started sucking on one of them while groping and squeezing the other with his hand. Then, he switched and repeated the same actions on the other boob. You were practically seeing stars at this point and didn’t know how long you could last.
“P-please, I-I don’t know if I can-”
“Yes, you can. You've done it before in my mouth, and now I want you to cum all over my cock.”
He was being so blunt, and he knew exactly what he wanted from you. He began thrusting aggressively into you and wrapped his hand around your neck. He felt you tighten up when he started to choke you, and he took note of that.
“Aww, you like this, don’t you, baby? You’re so needy for me, it’s adorable.”
There he goes again, making you feel all flustered for him. It was starting to become humiliating for you.
“Ah, shit, I’m going to cum soon. Do it at the same time with me, please,” Hendery exclaimed.
You nodded your head, and he went faster than before. The headboard of your bed was aggressively hitting the back of your wall. You knew for a fact that your neighbors were hearing all of this right now. But you didn’t care. You were lost in your own world with him, and nothing else mattered to you right now. You both started to be loud for each other and you eventually both finished at the same time. He was bottoming out inside of you and didn’t stop until he was satisfied.
You both fell back, side by side. Looking up at the ceiling, you started to question if this was really happening. Secretly, you both had thought about this before. Hendery turned to face you and said,
“Hey, I wanted to say I’m sorry for putting the moves on you this fast. I mean, you're still recovering from a breakup and-”
You stopped him from talking by kissing him. He was a little startled by this, but he wrapped his arm behind your waist and brought you closer to him.
“You don’t need to apologize for anything. Tonight was amazing, and it was the first time in a very long time I had someone make me feel this good.”
“So what about your ex?”
“Well, he was… interesting to say the least.”
“He didn’t make you cum sometimes, huh?”
You punched his arm playfully and began to laugh. “Yeah, he wouldn’t, and sometimes it was so bad I had to imagine it was -”
Shit, why did you have to say that? You were practically delirious because not only were you still trying to process what just happened, but it was 3 am, and you said anything that came to mind since you were very tired.
“Wait, what?”
“Uh, nothing…”
He grabbed your chin and had that condescending look on his face. “Come on, honey, tell me what you were going to say.”
You felt flustered again and said, “Fine, I sometimes would think about you so I could finish afterward.”
“Oh wow, to be honest, I would sometimes think about you too.”
You playfully slapped his arm and said, “Pervert.”
“Says the one who used to secretly watch me all the time.”
“Touche.”
You both laughed it off and cuddled for the rest of the night. You wondered what happens next from here. You both still have feelings for each other and didn’t want to walk away from this.
“So, how do you want to take things from here?” You said.
“Well, I don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything. If you just want this to be it, I’m completely okay with that.”
“No, I missed what we had, and I don’t want this to be the end.”
“So, what are you saying?”
You sat up from the bed, and he did the same as well. You crossed your legs and faced him in his direction. You grabbed his hands and looked at him, saying, “I want us to get back together.”
Hendery had a worried look on his face.
“Are you sure about this? I really hurt you last time, and I don’t want to cause you any more pain.”
“I’m completely sure now, and I know you've changed since the last time we saw each other.”
He nodded his head and gave you a kiss on the lips. He spent the night at your place, and from that point on, you took things slow. You were both just happy that in the end, you found each other again…
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Day 5: Xiaojun
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Pairing: Xiaojun x female reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 4465
Warnings: Panty stealing, panty sniffing, perv!Xiaojun, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation (male), handjob, slight voyeurism, breast play, nipple play, slight spanking, slight degradation, fingering, begging, blowjob, hair pulling, praise, unprotected sex
Smutmas 2023 Masterlist
Dejun should feel guilty. Should is the keyword here, because he absolutely does not feel that way. You’re his friend and he should respect you more than to be stealing your used panties out of your laundry basket. But they’re right there, the opportunity presenting itself to him when the microwave announces the popcorn for movie night is done. The moment you spring up and out of your room to go grab it, his eyes drift over to the pile, trying to decide which pair he wants.
He’s not exactly sure when it started, but sometime recently he’s been seeing you in a different light. Your curves always seem to catch his eye these days, forcing him to wish away so many inappropriate boners whenever you spend time together. And when you sit on his lap during car rides with too many of your other friends, or rub up against him while dancing at the club. Frankly, you’re driving him crazy.
But Dejun doesn’t wanna push the boundaries of your friendship. He likes having you around and doesn’t want to fuck that up just to get his dick wet once or twice. So he’s tried to forget about you, meeting other girls from Tinder to try and satisfy his urges. It never works though, because they simply aren’t you. He often finds himself wishing it was you moaning beneath him, or riding him, or eagerly sucking his cock.
Today might be his limit, he finds, as he gets up and walks over to your laundry basket. You won’t miss a single pair of panties; he knows this for a fact, since you’ve frequently complained to him about the amount you’ve had to buy. He briefly wonders if any other guy you’ve slept with has stolen a pair or two before he got the idea, but quickly shuts that down. You’re only getting popcorn and he needs to hurry up before you come back.
Dejun roots around for a few seconds, passing over a few pink and white pairs. They’re not very exciting aside from a little bow on the front. Then his eyes land on a pair of lace navy blue ones, which he immediately fishes out and shoves into his jeans. He hears your footsteps in the hall and rushes back to the bed, rearranging himself just as you walk through the open door.
“Did you need something to drink before we start?” you ask, totally oblivious to the fact that he now has a pair of your underwear burning a hole in his pocket. Dejun’s cock twitches at the thought, a smirk appearing on his face. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you whip out two bottles of beer from behind your back with a giggle. “I thought you might.”
You set the popcorn bag down on the bed and climb right over his lap to get to the other side, his eyes landing right on your ass. He fights down the urge to smack it with an open palm, shifting in his spot. Sometimes he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because why not cross the bed further down and avoid the chances of spilling the popcorn? But you smile innocently as you grab the popcorn bag, and he shakes the thought from his mind.
—-
The movie plays through without much else happening. You cuddle up a little too closely during some parts, throwing your legs into Dejun’s lap more than once. He half hopes you don’t feel his boner pressing against your thigh, but the other half hopes you do, maybe eventually turning and sliding your hand over top of his clothed dick. Unfortunately you don’t, leaving him uncomfortable in his jeans for at least the final hour.
You stretch your limbs out after turning off the screen, moaning softly as your joints crack and give you relief. Dejun tries to ignore you, gathering up the empty beer bottles you both consumed and walking to the kitchen. He can’t wait to get home and look at his prize - your stolen panties - but he can’t just rush out of here or you’ll know something’s up.
He’s in the process of rinsing the third bottle out when you wander into the kitchen, coming up behind him and slinging your arms around his waist. This isn’t new; you always get a bit clingy after drinking. But his cock is still half hard in his jeans, and now it’s trapped between your soft curves and the kitchen cabinets.
“You should stay over,” you whine cutely, rubbing your face against his back. God, does he want to. He imagines pulling you into his lap, kissing your pouty lips as he strips you of your pajamas. He wants to feel your ass in his hands, to suck on your nipples and bury his cock into your sweet, fluttering hole. His thoughts almost carry him away, that is until you poke his side abruptly with your fingers. “Well?” you ask.
He looks down at you, setting aside the beer bottle he was rinsing out for you. You look so cute, face slightly flushed and eyes glossy from the alcohol. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re intoxicated and while he may be a pervert, he’s at least better than that. Besides, he wants to make you look like that purely on his own effort. So he shakes his head, gently peeling you off of him.
“Sorry sweetheart,” he teases you, turning back to rinse the rest of the bottles out. “I’ve got work early tomorrow, so I have to go home.”
You pout a bit more while he finishes up, but you don’t touch him again. It’s a good thing, because he might cave in otherwise. You watch him as he collects the rinsed bottles and heads towards the front door, slipping on his shoes. “I’ll see you next week,” he grins, ruffling your hair slightly. It makes you huff, but it’s about all he can do without risking a boner popping back up.
—-
You swear you wore your navy blue panties last week, but here you are a few hours before date night, unable to find them anywhere in your laundry basket. You feel insane, wondering if your washer had really eaten another favorite pair of yours. It’s not like you ended up at a friend’s house after drinking too much either - ah, that’s right, you did go to Dejun’s recently. You grab your phone and text him as a last resort.
> Weird question, did I accidentally leave a pair of navy blue panties at your apartment last week?
You flop down on your bed. It’s kinda stupid to be asking now, it’s not like you can wear them if he finds them. They’re most likely still dirty; he’s not exactly the type to just throw your forgotten laundry in with his. Well, maybe if he answers fast enough you can do a quick load.
Meanwhile, Dejun feels his heart racing. He’s actually forgotten all about taking your panties last week, having come home and collapsed as soon as he got in the door. He finds the jeans he wore to your house and fishes them out of the front pocket, sucking in a deep breath when he sees them.
It’s fortunate that you’d been at his house last week too, providing a perfect excuse for his possession of them. Of course he had to pick one of your favorite pairs; that was just his luck.
> Yeah, they’re here in the bathroom. You should stop stripping when you’re drunk, babe. There’s some real weirdos out there!
He snickers to himself as he sends the message, holding up your panties in his hand. He takes all of two seconds to consider it before holding them up to his nose, taking a big whiff. Your scent washes over him immediately, cock springing to life. He abandons his phone on the bathroom counter and heads to his room, feeling the immediate need to rub one out.
Of course, in his eagerness, he misses your next text.
> Oh thank god, I’ll swing by and pick them up in a bit!
Dejun throws himself on his bed, hurriedly pushing his sweatpants down. They only make it to his knees before he’s wrapping your panties around his cock, groaning softly. The lace feels nice against his skin as he strokes up and down, precum dripping from his tip and staining the used fabric. His mind is in a frenzy, wondering what it’d be like to see his fluids on your pussy. Would you moan and try to hide your face from him in embarrassment? Or would you use your fingers to spread your lips wider, letting it dribble down your puffy folds? Dejun thinks he might go insane either way, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming right away.
He edges himself for a while, alternating between frantic tugs on his cock and slow drags, further soiling your underwear with his fluids as he groans and thrusts into the air. He’s not sure how he’s going to act normal around you after doing this, not when he’s going to spend every second imagining you underneath him.
He’s so lost in thought about what your fucked out face would look like that he misses the knock at his door, followed by the turning of the lock as you enter his apartment.
Dejun gave you a key to his place for safety a long time ago, so you don’t think anything of it when you kick off your shoes at the door and start wandering around. The apartment is quiet, so you guess maybe he’s sleeping, heading right for the bathroom where he told you your underwear was found.
You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a low moan cut through the hallway, your eyes widening slightly.
“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, placing a hand on the wall. You shouldn’t eavesdrop, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of your friend in that way. In fact, you’d sort of been dropping hints for months that you saw him as potentially being more than that.
Every time you went out, you made sure to dance on him for at least a few songs. You always wore your skimpiest pajamas when he came over for movie nights, hoping that one day he would just grab you and kiss the life out of you. Even sitting on his lap in crowded car rides or diner visits. Nothing ever seemed to work in your favor though.
But he doesn’t know you’re here, or he would’ve answered the door when you first knocked. His grunts flow from the bedroom rhythmically; there’s no way he isn’t jerking himself off right now. You walk closer to his door as quietly as you can, hoping the door is open at least a little bit. But even the sounds alone are a joy to hear.
You step around the corner, smiling as you see he left the door completely open. You should feel guilty and weird for spying on your friend like this, but he’s just so hot. There’s no harm if he never finds out, you reason with yourself.
However, you aren’t prepared for the sight that greets you as you get closer. Dejun’s certainly jerking off, but he’s got the navy blue panties you’ve been looking for in his hand too. He’s got your panties. Wrapped around his cock. Your mouth waters at the realization.
“Never would’ve pegged you for a total perv,” you drawl, stepping into the room. His eyes snap open in shock, then embarrassment as he tries to hide your underwear. It leaves his cock exposed, precum dribbling from the head.
“Shit, it’s not what it looks like-“ he starts, but you hold up your hand, still approaching the bed. You sit down beside him and slap a hand down on his thigh, squeezing gently. His cock twitches and more fluid leaks out, making you lick your lips.
“Kinda late for that,” you snicker, looking up at his face. He looks so cute when he’s panicking, but you decide to put him out of his misery. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me, it’s not like I don’t want the same thing.”
His nostrils flare a few times before he leans forward and grabs your jaw, kissing you sloppily. You sort of fall into his lap, carefully avoiding his cock as you adjust your position.
“Never thought I’d have a chance,” he groans into your mouth, hands sliding up under your tank top. You’d rushed over here without a bra, as he soon discovers when he cups your bare breasts. “Oh my god, your tits are perfect.”
You giggle, picking up the discarded panties and examining them. “Lace, huh?” you muse, thumbing at the wet spots on the fabric. You grin and wrap the panties around his cock again, stroking experimentally. His breath stutters and he pauses to look down, the sight of your small hand around his dick making his brain fizzle out.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls, squeezing your breasts in his hands. Now it’s your turn to moan, head falling forward. “Oh, keep doing that, sweetheart.”
He pushes your shirt up so he can actually see your bare tits, thumbs circling around the areolas. You push your chest into his hands, sighing as you continue to work his cock with the panties. Dejun thinks he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast at this rate, but he can’t bring himself to stop. His fantasies are all coming true right now, and he just wants to take it all in as it happens.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he rasps, rolling a nipple between his fingertips. You mewl, thumbing at the head of his cock and spreading the precum around. “God, you’ve been taunting me for months-“
“You noticed?” you interrupt, eyes snapping open. You smirk, squeezing the shaft a little and making him groan. “I was starting to wonder if you were really that oblivious.”
His mind reels with the admission that you’d been trying to get his attention. He could’ve had you sooner? The thought drives him crazy, so he grabs your waist and rolls you underneath him, caging you in with his arms.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, sliding a hand down your stomach. He pauses for a second at the waistband of your leggings, glancing up for reassurance. When you nod, he peels them down, groaning as he realizes you didn’t wear underwear over here either. “Look at you, soaking the bed already.”
You let him roll you onto your stomach, enjoying the way he manhandles you like it’s nothing. You’ve dreamed about it for months, and now it’s finally happening. You let out a yelp when he smacks your ass suddenly, watching it jiggle.
“Bad girl, keeping this a secret from me,” he continues, cupping your pussy from behind. You groan, trying to shift yourself around for some relief, but he smacks your ass again in warning. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?”
You shake your head, tears filling your eyes as you get more frustrated. Dejun grabs your hips and pulls you up onto all fours, teasing his fingers over your wet folds. The pressure isn’t enough, but you’d rather that than having him pull away, so you breathe shakily and let him do whatever he wants to you.
“Can’t believe you’d deny yourself of what you really want,” he murmurs, leaning over your back. You’re reminded that he’s still mostly clothed, the fabric of his t-shirt brushing against your skin.
“Please,” you whine, “I wanna touch you too!” He pauses, sighing before pushing you onto your back again. You catch yourself just in time to watch him peel off his shirt, mouth watering as you rake your eyes down his form.
Dejun takes your hands and puts them on his chest with a smirk. ”Go ahead, baby. Touch me,” he teases you, dragging one down to his cock. He wraps your smaller hand around the shaft and groans, guiding you slowly.
Something’s so hot about the way he controls your hand, your pussy throbbing as he makes you jerk him off. You feel the urge to have his cock in your mouth, so you look up with pleading eyes.
“Put it in my mouth,” you beg, and Dejun thinks you’re going to kill him tonight if you keep acting like this. The girl of his dreams wants to suck him off? Say less, honestly.
He lets go of your hand and stands up, kicking off his sweatpants the rest of the way. His cock is heavy in his hand as he holds it, motioning you over to the edge of the bed. You crawl over and lay down right underneath him, giggling when he pokes his tip at your lips.
You open your mouth for him and he slides his dick inside easily, groaning at the hotness of your mouth. He can’t help but thrust just a little further, enjoying the way your throat rapidly constricts around him. He’s got to be the luckiest guy in the world, getting to see you like this.
“Fuck, you’re so hot!” he moans, as you grip his thighs and take him deeper into your throat again and again. Your breasts jiggle as you suck him off, the sight driving him crazy. He doesn’t even care that he’s about to cum, instead wondering if you’ll let him cum down your throat or on your tits.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, squeezing the base of his dick as he pulls it out from your mouth. You smirk, opening your mouth wide for him. Dejun’s brain fizzles out entirely as he buries his dick in your throat with a groan, hand cupping your jaw carefully as he holds you there. “Fuck,” he mutters, letting his load go.
It feels like he cums for ages, his hot seed filling your mouth over and over. Eventually you can’t swallow any more, the white fluid dribbling out of your mouth as you push him away. Dejun kneels on the bed next to you, admiring your glossy eyes.
“That was amazing,” he says, brushing your hair off your face. You look at him quickly, a mischievous smile on your lips.
“We’re not done here yet,” you purr, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows. You climb on top of him, your wet pussy leaking onto his abdomen as you run your fingers over his chest.
Dejun thinks he’s going to pass out. He watches as your hands roam his body, already feeling his dick coming back to life with each and every touch of your small hands. He can’t wait to fuck you, to feel that sweet cunt wrapped around him tightly.
“So,” you start, humming to yourself as you wrap your hand around his half hard dick. “Did it turn you on that much to steal my panties?” You look at him with a grin, rubbing your fingers over the head and watching it dribble pathetically.
“So much,” he groans, head falling back against the pillows. “You didn’t even know they were gone, but I had them wrapped around my dick. So, so, so many times, too.” Dejun lifts his head suddenly and smirks. “Just imagining it was that cute little pussy of yours drove me crazy, you know?”
You can’t help but moan a little at his shamelessness. The thought of your friend jerking himself off repeatedly with your underwear shouldn’t be so appealing, but maybe you’re a little more twisted than you realize. Either way, it makes you stroke his cock faster, eager to finally get him inside of you.
“Come here,” Dejun says, motioning you to get closer. You lean forward, a bit surprised when he pulls you in for a deep kiss. Even through your horny brain, you can tell it’s not just an in the moment thing.
“Before we take this any further, you do know that I like you, right?” Dejun looks at you sincerely and brings your free hand over his heart, your heart fluttering in your chest a bit. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t sure.”
You melt just a little bit, leaning down to kiss him again. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Dejun. And I don’t just mean your cock, though I’d really like it inside of me soon.”
He grins, grabbing your hips and rolling you underneath him. “Good thing you don’t have to wait anymore, baby girl,” he coos, spreading your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, lapping at your juices with his tongue. Honestly, he wants to make you cum on his face first, but you’re pulling on his hair so tightly that he guesses you want his cock just a little bit more right now.
“We can do that later,” you tell him when he looks up at you, reaching down to spread your lips apart. Your pussy looks so inviting, Dejun’s mouth watering as he strokes his cock. “I need you inside of me.”
It doesn’t take but a few more strokes for him to be ready, gently teasing you with the head as he rubs it up and down your folds. You groan and tug at your nipples in frustration, making him chuckle as he grips your jaw and forces you to look at him.
“You’re so cute and needy,” Dejun teases, eyes trailing down your body slowly. It’s still a dream that you’re under him like this, so he wants to commit everything to memory in case you later change your mind. He doesn’t think you will though, not with the way you’re looking back at him right now.
“Can you fuck me already?” you say abruptly, making him snort. That’s the girl he knows and loves, always to the point. He rolls his eyes at you and slides his cock inside, enjoying the way your eyes roll back in your head from the feeling.
“Good enough for you?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of your lips, so soft and pliant against his own. Dejun knows this version of you won’t last long, so he takes full advantage of it while he can, running his hands gently up and down your sides.
All you can really do is squirm and moan underneath him, desperate to get any kind of friction. But Dejun holds you still, kissing you over and over. His lips trail down your neck, smiling to himself when he feels you gasp suddenly. He loves having this effect on you.
“Please,” you whisper in frustration. He’s nipping at your chest now, but you slide a hand through his hair and force him to look up at you. “Move,” you practically beg.
Dejun wants to drag it out a little longer, but when you ask him like that, he can’t really resist. Plus, his cock is throbbing inside of you, his release just around the corner. With a grin, he adjusts your leg over his shoulder and looks into your eyes.
“Are you ready, pretty girl?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer to start moving. The first stroke is so deep you’re throwing your head back into the pillows, unable to hold back your moan. You can feel his cock slide against your walls, hot and hard.
“Fuck,” you curse, arching your back.
Dejun chuckles, kissing the inside of your knee. “I thought that’s what I was doing,” he teases you. The pace he sets is quick, chasing both his high and yours. You dig your nails into his back and cry out with every thrust, your pussy fluttering around his cock.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm coming on, but you don’t really care at this point. You put your mouth next to Dejun’s ear and whisper that you’re close, smirking as you feel his hips falter a little. It feels good to once again have the upper hand in this situation, even if only for a second.
Dejun lets your leg drop from his shoulder, positioning it around his hip instead. He’s fucking you like the world is ending, powerful thrusts sending you further up the bed with each passing second. You reach down to play with your breasts, forcing a groan from his mouth as he becomes entranced by the sight.
“Where should I cum?” he asks you for the second time that night, brushing stray hair out of your face. You grin and squeeze your breasts together invitingly, and that nearly sends him over the edge right then and there. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.
He reaches between your bodies and rubs quick circles on your clit, which has you cumming around his cock in record time. You wrap your arms around Dejun’s neck and hold him close to you as you ride out your orgasm, your body shaking slightly with every aftershock.
When you’re done and slumped against the pillows, he pulls out of you with a hiss and kneels over your spent body, quickly jerking his cock over your heaving chest. You look up at him with glossy eyes and it sends him right over the edge, white ropes of cum splattering all over your warm, damp skin.
“Holy shit,” he breathes out, collapsing next to you. You’re about to agree, but Dejun cups your cheek and gives you the softest kiss, melting all thoughts from your brain entirely. “That was amazing,” he adds as he pulls away.
You don’t know what to say now that it’s all over, your eyes fixed on a random spot on the bed. You know you should clean up and go to the bathroom, but you still need time to process the fact that you just fucked your best friend.
“Hey, you know I wasn’t lying, right?” You turn your head at Dejun’s voice, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “I really, really, really like you. And not just for your pretty underwear.”
You snort out a laugh, smacking his chest. “Oh my god, please. And yes, I believed you the first time. I just…need to let all of this sink in.”
He wiggles his eyebrows, sliding a hand down your side until he’s gripping your ass. “Sink in? Maybe I should sink into something, too.”
You hit him again, a little harder than before. “Shut up, perv,” you groan, burying your face in his chest at the implication. But you can’t help the arousal that pools in your gut, already thinking of round two.
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jaehyunsbreadbasket · 6 months
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WayV as Subs
Kun:
-He's such a pleasure sub
-Use him for whatever you want, let him give you all he has. You are his one priority
-Lives off of praise, wants nothing more than to know that you're liking everything he's doing
-Open to trying new things whenever you wanna get experimental, he'll do anything at least once
-Likes to roleplay a lot (extra points if you have costumes!)
Chittaphon (Ten):
-The biggest brat in the whole world
-Teasing you constantly, pushing your buttons every chance he gets
-He looooves to be punished so he'll do anything to push you over the edge
-Talks so much shit like you're not the one in control of every ounce of pleasure he gets, then acts surprised and offended when he doesn't get what he wants from you
-"What'd I do?" when he knows good and goddamn well what he did
-Will actually drive you insane
Sicheng (Winwin):
-He's so sensitive
-Everything has to go really really slow or he could easily get overstimulated
-He's literally the prettiest boy in the world and loves dressing up in the cutesy things you buy him. He's a vision in baby pink lingerie
-Choked up whimpers when you're pleasuring him, but he's really good at staying quiet for the most part
-Has a surprisingly dirty mouth on him and will sometimes talk like he's the one in charge even though you have him wrapped around your finger
Dejun (Xiaojun):
-Your whiney baby
-Cries a lot
-He always gets so shy and embarrassed when he's subby, he can't even believe he likes the shit he does himself
-Tries to maintain his manners and modesty while you're knuckle deep in his ass
-The type to protest every crazy thing you ask of him, then comply seconds later because both of you know what he really wants
-Give him all the praise in the world or he'll start to feel awkward quickly
Kunhang (Hendery):
-Misbehaves on accident cause he always forgets the rules
-It's fine though cause he likes certain punishments you give him. Hours of edging? Fine by him! Tying him up and forcing him to watch you fuck yourself? Count him in!
-Lowkey a cuck, like the thought of you degrading him while you let someone else fuck you gets him GOING
-Open communication with each other about new things you wanna try and your comfortability doing certain things
-He picks the craziest safe words ever, some shit like "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious," tf?
-He also likes to have a new one every time cause he thinks they're fun to come up with
Yangyang:
-Surprisingly obedient
-Like you'd never guess how good he is for you
-He likes to talk a big game in public and before you guys start fucking but one little touch and he's like putty in your hands
-Always begging you for something, whimpering "Please, please!" until he doesn't even know what he's asking for anymore
-Occasionally has an attitude with you but corrects himself real quick because he hates punishments. The thought of not being able to touch you makes him check his behavior as soon as he gets out of line
-Really just the sweetest baby ever
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hall0ween-twn · 6 months
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choose your own neo
living alone in the middle of nowhere had its perks, like right now. curtains drawn open, moonlight shining through the windows as you ran your middle finger over your clit. there was always a rush through your veins, the feeling addicting as it amplifies your orgasm.
you don’t notice the guy behind the sliding glass door, body pressed against the glass with his hands raised above, fully nude and .. dead. his body was rotten, his skin once full of life now dull. blood dried up and caked throughout his stature. some parts of his body showed signs of skin rip and tear.
the dead could see you from the reflection of the tv screen, your legs wide and your pussy glistening from the soft glow of the lamp. his cock started to leak, wanting nothing more than to feel you around him, craving the feel of warmth from your pussy alone.
you should’ve screamed and ran off somewhere the moment you looked up and saw him, making eye contact. you didn’t though, you just kept going, your pussy clenching over the thought of someone watching you. trying your best to give whoever this was a show, you widen your legs the best to your ability and slapped your clit, whimpering as you watched him leak more pre-cum over your window.
slowly pushing your finger into your entrance, you shivered and rolled your eyes back. your fingers weren’t enough. you wished he would just come in and replace your hand with his cock. his cock wouldn’t stop leaking as you sped your pace up, fingers hooking against your spot and massaging it. his eyes never left watching your pussy clench your fingers, cum gushing from around them.
he came after that, not realizing he was humping the door until he started feeling overstimulated. when you finally came down from your high, he was gone.
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starlitmark · 1 month
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Summary: Xiaojun really wants to watch you get fucked by your best friend. Pairing: Xiaojun x fem!reader x Hendery Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: light bondage with a belt, cuckholding, brief manhandling, fingering, dirty talk, protected sex, hair pulling, untouched male orgasm Word Count: 1,597 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist
Listen to ♡ Fxxk You by KARD
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“You’re sure you want this, Junnie?” You ask for the millionth time.
Xiaojun nods, “I want this. I know you and Hendery both do, too.” 
You nod and kiss your husband deeply, “I love you.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss.
When you mentioned finding your husband’s best friend hot offhandedly, you wanted nothing more than to let the ground swallow you. Then Xiaojun said he also found his friend attractive. That was a curve ball you hadn’t expected. What you couldn’t have anticipated was the suggestion that he came up with a moment later. Not only did your husband say he also found his friend hot, he also said he’d love to see his friend fuck you stupid. Your sex life with Xiaojun is more than enough. Still, the idea of being fucked by Hendery was appealing. 
You and Xiaojun had a long talk about the logistics of it all before formally asking your friend to join you in the bedroom. When Xiaojun asked his best friend if he found you attractive, the other man looked like a deer caught in headlights. A light laugh escaping your lips seemed to ease the atmosphere. Hendery carefully nodded and said he found both of you attractive. Not only that, he also admitted that you were any bisexual person’s wet dream together. 
Presently, you’re wrapped up in a silk robe that barely stops at your mid-thigh. Xiaojun is more dressed than you, not dressed up, but more covered. When a knock sounds on your front door, you watch how a sparkle shines in Xiaojun’s eyes. He’s just as excited to be nothing but a voyeur to you and his best friend as you are to fuck him. You remove yourself from your husband’s arms and waltz to the door. Pulling it open, you see Hendery wearing a comfy hoodie and sweatpants on the other side. The outfit mirrors that of your husband’s. 
“Look at you, wrapped up like a pretty present.” Hendery muses.
You look away, slightly flustered by his comment, “Well, I have to look pretty before you fuck me.”
“And we’re all still game for this?” 
The question is directed at your husband. You look back at Xiaojun and see a slight smirk dance across his face. Hendery, knowing his best friend, nods and wastes no time pulling you into a heated kiss. You make a small, surprised noise but quickly kiss him back. Hendery wraps his arms tightly around your waist. He walks forward, making you stumble backward a bit. Your eyes are closed. You don’t know where your husband is in the room, but you’re likely stumbling into the bedroom based on your orientation. The sound of a doorknob turning and the feeling of the back of your legs against your duvet only confirms your theory. You fall back on the mattress, and Hendery’s frame hovers over you as you continue to kiss.
For the first time since Hendery arrived, you get to come up for a proper breath. You watch as Hendery pushes himself off of you and stalks over to where your husband shifts in his spot. His sweatpants do nothing to hide his boner. 
“Can you sit nice and watch me fuck your wife, or do I need to tie you up?”
You hear Xiaojun’s breath falter. 
“I think I’ll need to be tied up.”
“Need to or want to?” The other man chuckles, pushing a finger against the underside of his jaw.
“Want to.” You hear your husband breathe out.
Hendery hums and grabs one of Xiaojun’s belts that was lying out. He guides your husband to strip all of his clothing off his body and kneel on the floor at the foot of your bed. Hendery carefully and safely binds Xiaojun’s wrists together in front of him. After ensuring that the other man isn’t in pain or too tightly bound, your friend returns to you. He grabs you by your waist and manhandles you onto your elbows and knees, your face mere inches from Xiaojun. It takes everything in you not to lean forward and capture your husband’s lips in another kiss. 
“Where do you keep the condoms?”
“Dresser, top drawer.” You state simply.
Your eyes stay trained on Xiaojun’s even as you hear Hendery rooting through the drawer to find condoms. You feel the bed dip behind you, followed by the feeling of Hendery’s fingers running through your soaked folds. You still have your robe around you, but the fact that he can’t even be bothered to remove the one clothing item you have on makes you feel even more used in the best way possible.
Hendery pushes two fingers into you. Your eyebrows furrow together as you let out a moan. You still keep your eyes on Xiaojun as your friend fingers you. Hendery fucks his fingers into you for a bit, making you leak more arousal with each motion. You knew the entire encounter would be hot. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this, though.
“Do you even fuck your wife properly, Junnie?” Hendery questions, “She’s nearly falling apart on just my fingers.”
Xiaojun doesn’t respond. You can’t find it in yourself, either. Dropping your head forward, you let out another string of moans. You push your hips back, chasing the feeling of his long fingers inside you. Just as you feel your orgasm start to build, Hendery pulls his fingers from inside you. The bed shifts behind you, and you can hear the faint sound of fabric falling onto the bed. The telltale sign of foil ripping follows not long after. You gasp, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. 
“Want me to fuck you?” He breathes out, rubbing his cock head around your entrance.
“‘Dery, please!” You whine, wiggling your hips against him.
Xiaojun lets out a small whimper, making Hendery smirk behind you.
“Your wife wants me to fuck her, ‘Jun.” He reiterates, “Your wife wants to get fucked by another man.”
“She wants it.” Xiaojun confirms, “Give her what she wants.”
Hendery pushes into you. A broken moan escapes your lips. Your head falls forward onto the bed fully. Hendery reaches forward and unties the bow from around your waist. He then lets his hand travel higher and grab a handful of your hair. He pulls your head back, giving Xiaojun the perfect view of your fucked out expression and your tits bouncing as Hendery thrusts into you. 
Your eyes travel down Xiaojun’s body. His cock is painfully hard and leaking. Still, he only watches with lust-fogged eyes as your friend fucks you stupid. A part of you could get used to having Hendery fuck you on the regular, even if you’re married to Xiaojun. Somewhere inside, you feel that Xiaojun and Hendery wouldn’t quite mind that either. 
“You’re so fucking tight around me.” Hendery growls, “Is Junnie even fucking you?”
“‘Dery!” You moan, “Fuck! I’m gonna–”
“Already?”
You do your best to nod with his hold on your hair, “Wanna cum!”
Hendery chuckles, releasing your hair, “Your poor husband looks so desperate in front of us.” He notes, “Why don’t you go on and kiss him?”
Xiaojun’s eyes sparkly at the notion of finally getting some sort of attention. You crane your neck forward, a moan escaping as Hendery pushes a punctuated thrust into you. Xiaojun leans up to meet your lips. The moment you feel his plush, soft lips against yours, your orgasm hits you. Your pussy convulses around Hendery’s cock. Xiaojun quickly and easily swallows your moans. While Xiaojun isn’t getting any physical stimulation on his cock, he moans back into the kiss. Hendery is spewing filthy words into the room as he continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace. Xiaojun lets out a particularly loud, broken moan. You pull your lips from him for a moment to see that he came completely untouched. His cum paints his belly and wrists. The leather of the belt has cum on it too. The sight of Xiaojun riding out an orgasm without being touched almost sends you into a second orgasm.
Just as you’re about to dive into another kiss with your husband, Hendery retakes a handful of your hair and drags your body up against his. He turns your head towards his and captures your lips in a kiss. Your robe is completely open, and now Xiaojun has a relatively close view of how Hendery’s cock thrusts into you. Overstimulation starts to nip at you in a slightly painful way. You whimper into the kiss with Hendery, lightly biting his lip. Then, you feel Hendery still inside you. A low groan comes from his lips as he fills the condom. 
He releases your body, and you nearly collapse against your bed. Weakly, you reach forward and undo the belt around Xiaojun’s wrists. Hendery busies himself with knotting off and throwing away the condom before returning to help you out of your robe fully. You’re enthralled in a deep kiss with your husband as Hendery removes the silk from your body. You hardly notice the slight throbbing in your pussy as Xiaojun starts to climb up the bed and on top of you. He still has his cum on his lower belly as he presses his body to yours, but you couldn't care less about the sensation right now.
“You have another round in you, my love?” He mumbles against your lips, “I need to show our guest here that I know damn well how to take care of my wife in bed.”
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wincumdump · 29 days
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they are trying to seduce me and it’s working actually
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ne0pearl · 3 months
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cuddling w xiaojun turning into him r8ping u? 😪
tw: noncon,mentions of bullying
xiaojun x fem!reader
you and your bestfriend,xiaojun,were cuddled together,watching the newest episode of your favorite show. after a long day of playing games,shopping and eating,this was your favorite laid back moment. you and xiaojun have always cuddled,nothing was weird about it. at least that’s what you thought. but to xiaojun this was his personal heaven,being so close to you,breathing in your vanilla shampoo. he knew you didn’t feel this way for him,and you also weren’t afraid to tell him about it. making disgusted faces whenever someone would ask if you two were a couple. but that wasn’t even the worst you have done. you always thought of him as naive,stupid,incapable of doing certain things. i mean,you were one of the reasons why middle school was hell for him. you and your girlfriends would always torment him,making fun of whatever you could. you calmed down in high school,but sometimes he felt like you never changed. whenever you laughed at him for failing to do something,he still felt like he was that little boy who was trying to put on a brave face infront of you,so you don’t make fun of him even more.
thinking about all of those times,xiaojun’s thoughts got bitter. he never fought back,because he was so in love with you. he never wanted to hurt you the way you hurt him. but the more he thought about it,and the more you threw backhanded comments at him,he wanted to bring you pain. he wanted you to feel the same way he did. and now when you were cuddling on his couch,him being the big spoon,he got an idea.
“xiaojun,what is that?” you asked,as you could feel something poking at your ass. he didn’t respond. instead,he pressed his boner against your ass even more. “oh my god,are you hard?” you mocked. your tone pissed him off. there it was again,your backhanded comments that you would paint as a ‘joke’. his hand came to rest at your hip,squeezing it. he started to move his covered cock against your ass,breathing heavily in your ear,his hand now coming up to grope your boob. you quickly pushed his hand away,“what are you doing?!” ,your tone was uncertain now,and he could sense how uncomfortable you were.
propping himself up on his elbow,with shaky hands he started pushing your shorts down. “xiaojun!” you screamed at him,trying to push his hand away from you,but he quickly pressed your face to the pillow. getting your shorts and panties off,he pulled his sweats down to reveal his hard,leaking cock. you screamed and cried,”back off” you repeated. you were scared. where was the xiaojun that trembled if you raised your voice at him and always complied? turning you on your back,he lined himself up with your cunt,rubbing his tip between your folds. he pinned your hands above you and entered you. “xiaojun!stop!” you screamed at the top of your lungs,the pain unbearable from the lack of lubrication. “shh” was all he said before he started moving. he kissed you messily,and was getting angry when you weren’t returning his open mouthed kisses. “i’ve dreamed of this for so long -agh-“ he groaned loudly,his voice wasn’t sweet like it usually was. it was now hoarse,grunting and groaning above you as he used you. he relished in the sight of your tears,the sound of your pleads and whimpers.
now you were the one who was begging him to stop,crying hysterically. his grip was painful,with every thrust the back of your head hit the armrest,making you dizzy. “you feel so amazing around me” he whispered before pulling you into another kiss. you started disassociating,as you sensed that this torture would go on for a while.
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teasteeper · 2 months
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rooting for my baby (x.dj)
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masterlist ⊹ now playing
pairing: street fighter!dejun x f!reader
genre: angst, smut 18+ minors dni
warnings: blood and injury, drug mentions, slapping
words: 1.8k
"I hate it when you show up here."
It's quiet in the empty lot, the crowd dispersed and the fighters headed home to take care of their wounds. Except for your fighter, who's looming over you as your back is pressed against the cold metal of his car. It's a hot summer night, Dejun's jet black hair damp with sweat and falling over his pale forehead as he cranes his neck down to you. The neon lights of the city flash over his face, but behind the greens and pinks and yellows there's no mistaking the red. Dark, thick blood drying under his nose and streaked over his hollow cheeks.
He's so pretty. Pale and broken, covered in blood and coming down from the drugs he took before. Your fighter.
"Why can't you just stay away? From here. From me."
Despite his words his half-lidded gaze is soft on you, his bandaged knuckles grazing over your cheek. A drop of blood seeps through the cotton, and he swipes through it with his thumb, the colour blending into your flushed skin.
"I wanna cheer you on... M'always rooting for you." Your voice is quiet but doesn't shake. You're not afraid of telling Dejun exactly what you're feeling, knowing it doesn't matter to him. He always pushes back.
"You shouldn't. Too pretty to be here." It comes out like an afterthought, like he says it more to himself than to you.
He’s quiet on the ride home, but you know he won’t take you home, watching the familiar route to his apartment flash by your window. You both know how this goes- what he needs you for. And he lights a cigarette dangling from his mouth as his other hand grips the wheel. He’s trying to ignore it. How he treats you and how he hates himself for it.
Dejun’s always on top, forcing you into his mattress with hard thrusts. It’s like he’s hungry, broad shoulders hunched over you, deep broken grunts in your ear. The lights are off, but he’s all around you, his silver chain knocking dully against your chin, the ridges of his abdomen brushing against your stomach.
He’s doing what he does best, tensing his muscles and moving fast, short breaths hissing through his teeth like he’s fighting. Forcing his energy onto you, tuning out his thoughts with each brutal thrust.
“De- Dejun… Dejun,” you squeak. Your voice makes him falter, his hips stuttering as he pushes back to look at you. His dilated pupils widen slightly, like he just remembered you’re there. But his expression hardens after a beat. Always remembers how he should act, who he should be.
His thrusts get harder, his thick brows furrowed as a muscle twitches in his jaw. “What? Too much?”
“N-No. More.”
“Fuck,” he huffs. “Always ‘more, more’. You just fuckin’ take it.”
“Mh… I take it. I take it.”
He’s always selfish during this part, when your gaze goes all unfocused and dumb, staring up at him with wide eyes. He takes it in like he can’t get enough- Drowns in it. Drinking more than he can swallow and letting it run down his chin. Makes it hate himself how stupid you get, body going limp under him. Your cunt is soaked, warm slick dripping down his length and making a mess on the sheets under you. Just another stain you’ll leave, along with your sweet perfume and desperate whines that’ll keep him thinking of you after you’ve left. Makes him hate you, how you make yourself impossible to ignore. How you ruin him for anyone else.
“Y’like it rough, don’t you baby? That’s why you like watching me fight.”
“Yes. Wanna root f’you. Always rooting for you.”
Dejun starts to ramble, slurring as the drugs settle in his veins. Not thinking. “Probably like it if I hit you. Is that right?”
The pace of his hips slows, holding his breath and waiting for your expression to change. But it doesn’t, that dazed look staring up at him.
“Unh- Uh huh…”
Oh how he hates you. How you don’t think when he’s with you. How you give it up so willingly, and how he’s always waiting with open arms to take it.
And once again he’s reminded of who he is. Someone you expect to hit you. So he does.
It’s a light smack to your cheek, but you’re so dazed it makes your head loll to the side and he panics, grabbing your jaw between his fingers and turning you to face him.
“More,” you mewl. More. Always more.
He lands another smack on the same cheek with more force, your head turning like it did the first time.
“More.”
And again. Warmth spreads through your cheek and makes you dizzy. It’s like he kissed you.
“More.”
He takes your face in his hands instead, startling you from your daze. His hips still, cock sheathed fully into your cunt making you squirm beneath him.
“Haven’t had enough?” Dejun doesn’t recognize his own voice when it comes out rough and breathless. Scared. “Why haven’t you had enough?”
“Need more of you. Want- Want all of it. Please.”
And Dejun falters, because he knows what all of it is. It’s him. No fighting or trying to be a fuckup or trying to make you hate him. He sighs and presses his thumb to your trembling lips. Wishes he could cover your eyes, all unshed tears and wide pupils and softness.
“Fuck- Don’t look at me like that,” Dejun says softly. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, sighing out at the wetness of your tongue.
“Like… like what?” It comes out muffled around his digit, and you can taste blood as you suckle around it.
“Like you love me.”
Your walls pulse around his cock and he groans, grinding his hips harder into yours. Dejun doesn’t see your hand move from your side, his eyebrows shooting up when he feels two of your fingers on his bottom lip. And he’s so far gone, he lets you put them in his mouth, not yet closing his mouth around them as he inspects you. Instead he pulls his thumb from your mouth, trailing his hand to where your bodies meet, rubbing slow circles over your clit. His hips finally start moving again, fucking you slow.
“Because I d-”
“Don’t,” he warns, voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t say it.”
He watches the bulge in your tummy disappear as he pulls nearly all the way out, seeing your slick glisten on his cock before thrusting forwards.
“I love-”
“Stop.”
His pace quickens, sitting back on his knees so you’re fingers fall from his mouth, spitting onto your clit and adding pressure to his circles. The cord in your tummy tightens, thighs weak and shaky around Dejun’s hips. His chest heaves with laboured breaths and you trail down his abdomen, the bruises on his ribs dark purple, a shock against his pale skin. It looks like it hurts, veins bulging in his forearms.
“I love you.”
His face screws up in concentration, “Shut the fuck up.”
You’re both so close, your heavy breaths and Dejun’s grunts hang in the warm air as he rocks you up the mattress, his balls slapping heavily against your ass. You keep speaking to him as you do, like he doesn’t even hear you. But he does. It’s all he can hear. It’s what he’s always known and what he’s always drowned out with fighting and getting high and fucking you like he hates you.
“I love you.” Your throat is tight, tangling the sheets between your fingers as it washes over you, spasming around Dejun’s cock as he folds over you. “I love you. I love you.”
He hits you again. Another kiss. And then a real kiss. Just as you’re about to say it again.
Dejun’s mouth crashes against yours, swallowing your moans as you both come undone. You whine into him, feeling his thick cum fill you until it leaks out. His lips are bruising, wrestling his tongue into your mouth like he’s trying to make you gag. Until you do, coughing and panting into his mouth and pounding on his chest with your fists. When you try to take a breath in it’s just his wet tongue, his teeth clashing against yours.
And then he pulls away, falling beside you on the bed, letting out a sigh as you gasp for air.
This is where you leave. When Dejun pulls your clothes over your limbs and wipes the drool from the side of your mouth with his thumb. But he just lays there like he’s dazed.
A few silent moments pass, the moonlight shining through his window making Dejun’s bruises more blue than purple. He turns until he’s leaning over you, so close that his hair brushes your forehead. He trails slender fingers down your arm, over your hip and between your thighs until he’s pushing two of them into your sensitive cunt, still full of cum that spills out around his fingers.
He goes to work on your chest, closing his lips around your skin and sucking pink bruises onto your soft flesh. He mumbles against you, “Say it again.”
“Dejun…”
“Say it again, baby. Say it.”
And because he asked, you don’t.
“Baby.” A desperate groan as his teeth sink into the column of your throat.
“I… You- You love me.”
Dejun groans against your jaw, bicep bulging as he curls his fingers into you. “Don’t be a brat.”
“You love me, Dejun.”
His body gets limp above you, fingers pumping lazily as he looks up to you. He looks defeated, so broken by the tint of red on your cheek, his blood, your swollen lips and wide eyes.
“Y-yeah, baby. I do.”
“Say it,” you whimper as you buck your hips up. You’re gushing slick, sticky cum pooling in the palm of his hand like the rest of you. In the palm of his hand.
“Love you… Fuck- Fucking love you.”
You can feel the weight of his cock on your thigh, hard and red and desperate. So you push him. Until he’s on his back, staring up at you in a dark daze. He’s coming down, exhaustion settling in his limbs as the effects of the drugs fade. All that’s left is you on top of him, straddling his lap as you sink your warmth onto his cock. Dejun’s always on top, but everything is changing so fast that he can’t keep up. Your fighter. Holding onto your hips to stay afloat and letting the words fall from his lips.
“I love you. Unh- My pretty baby. L-Love you. So much.”
He’s so fucked out, but he’s real, laying under you with all his bruises and wounds. Jaw going slack and soft gaze staring up at you all dumb and pretty as you ride him. Giving you everything. Letting you take, and take, and take.
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sluttyten · 2 years
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a taste of you (darling)
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summary: xiaojun works at your favorite bookstore, and you have a larger than life crush on him. when fate brings you together outside the store, that crush finally becomes more than just a dream pressed between the pages of unread books, turning instead into your great romance
length: 16,287 words
tags: bookstore au, slowburn(ish), dry humping, penetrative sex, thigh-fucking, spitting and cumplay, tears during sex, fluff, cheesy romance 
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Honestly, it was kind of ridiculous how often you came to the bookstore. You didn’t even read that much, but it seemed as if at least once a week you were there, leaving with a new book, and that book would just join  the growing pile of books you had yet to read. 
And it was all because of him. 
He was handsome. Like seriously. One of the most handsome men you had seen in person. Clear skin, defined cheekbones, thick eyebrows over his bright eyes, and a smile that often went a little crooked when you were talking to him at the store while he helped you find a book. 
His name was Xiaojun. 
It took a little while to get that from him. For a long time you only knew him by the name on his nametag. DJ. 
He was always helpful, no matter where in the store he was located. If he was in the small cafe section, if he was stocking books, if he was working the register, he would smile and ask if there was anything he could help you find. That’s normally where you got into trouble, where you would ask him for a book recommendation or if he could help you find a section in the store or an author, and you would often end up going home with his recommendation or some random book in the section he led you to. But Xiaojun was always eager to help as soon as you spoke, taking off and you would quickly follow, falling into step beside him. 
It was one of those days, as you chatted while you walked to the section you were looking for, you mentioned a book that you wanted that was due to be released soon, but it was a new installment in a popular series, and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to come in the day of release to buy it. You were worried they’d sell out of all their copies, and you refused to buy it from a big retailer like Amazon when you could be supporting an indie bookstore. 
Before you left that day, when you were at the register purchasing a book that you knew you wouldn’t get to any time soon, Xiaojun smiled as his hand brushed yours when he handed back your card. 
“About that upcoming release,” he says, “If I’m not here on whatever day you come in after that, you can tell whoever’s at the register that I held a copy back for you. Just tell them Xiaojun held one for you.”
In that moment, hearing him say his name, you felt a silly little flutter of warmth in your belly. “Xiaojun,” you repeat, “So not DJ?”
You swear he blushes a bit, ducking his head as he picks at a chip of paint on the countertop. “Ah, yeah. DJ’s just usually easier to pronounce for people. Xiao Dejun, but to my friends I go by Xiaojun.” 
You want to ask, “And am I a friend?” but you refrain. Instead you repeat his name again, and he nods at your pronunciation, a somewhat shy but also quite pleased smile pulls at his lips. You thank him, wish him a good day, and you leave the store feeling like you’re floating, running the syllables of his name over your tongue again. 
The point is that you find yourself wandering the aisles of that particular bookstore entirely too often. But, it’s worth it to see Xiaojun. Even if it means a stack of unread books at home and too many of the overly expensive coffees that they sell in the tiny cafe at the store. 
As summer begins to take the turn into autumn with days turning a little cooler and the leaves starting to fade from green to yellow, it’s even easier to find yourself drawn to the bookstore. There’s something about the autumn that makes you just want to read and snuggle up with a good book (but obviously not one of those that you already have at home), but more importantly, it always makes you long for a partner, someone else to snuggle up with when the nights grow cold, someone to wake you up in the mornings when the windows are edged with frost–a kiss to the tip of your nose, cool fingers dipping beneath blankets, and the promise of warm coffee and a hot shower if you’ll just come out of bed–so naturally, you gravitate toward Xiaojun’s presence.
This particular day isn’t feeling very autumnal. The day is actually still quite warm, bright and sunny, a mild breeze that flutters your dress around your thighs as you walk along the sidewalk toward the store. It’s nice enough outside that the bookstore has the doors open that lead from their little cafe nook out onto a patio. A few patrons sit out at the little tables, some chatting, some reading while drinking their iced Americanos. 
You glimpse Xiaojun through the open door as he focuses on making a drink for the couple standing at the bar. He’s wearing glasses today, and they’re slipping down his nose though he reflexively pushes them back up and continues on with what he was doing. His dark brown hair flops down in front of his eyes, not long enough to be able to tuck it back behind his ear, though it’s almost there.
You know you’re staring, so you pull your gaze away and continue on to the doors of the bookstore, stepping inside and heading deep into the shelves instead of right into the cafe. You actually are looking for a book today, one that a coworker had recommended to you. As usual, you spend a long time perusing the shelves, reading spines and judging covers, until finally you find the book you’re looking for tucked on the very bottom shelf at the end of an aisle.
The late summer sunlight shines through a nearby window, draping itself like a lazy cat over your lap as you sink down onto the floor, folding your legs in front of you and arranging your dress so you’re not flashing anything. You pull the book into your lap, flipping it open to read the first page. 
Xiaojun finds you like that some time later. Other customers and some employees had passed you by without a word, leaving you content to sit on the floor in the sunlight reading your book, and you’re lost in it, not paying any attention to anything or anyone until you notice the figure just standing in your peripheral vision.
“Oh–!” You jump a little as you catch sight of him.
“I’m sorry,” Xiaojun apologizes as he crouches down beside you. “I thought I saw you earlier, and I figured you must still be around somewhere. I was just coming to ask if you enjoyed that book I held back for you?” His question tips up at the end, a little sound of hope. 
How could you break the news to him gently that you actually hadn’t even cracked the spine on it yet? You’d picked it up a few days after the release, and the boy working the counter had gotten this very smug, amused look on his face when you’d mentioned Xiaojun’s name. He’d had a playful grin when he slid the book across the counter to you and told you to enjoy it. You’d taken it home and added it to the top of your pile of unread books. This one you knew for sure that you would read at some point, but you just hadn’t found the proper time to start it yet in the last couple of weeks. 
“Oh, um,” you hesitate, lowering your gaze down to the book in your lap as you skim your fingers along the corners of the pages. You avoid looking at him because you just can’t admit that you haven’t started it. “I haven’t finished it.”
Xiaojun sinks down, his back resting against the bookshelf with only an “oh” that you can’t help but hear an edge of disappointment in. 
He’s so close to you right now that if he moves just a tiny bit closer, the side of his thigh is going to bump up against your knee. He looks away, back down the aisle toward the rest of the bookstore. A section of hair falls in front of his glasses again, brushed away instantly only for it to flop back. 
“You should cut your hair,” you tell him softly.
Xiaojun’s head snaps back around to look at you, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he scoffs out a little sound, amused by you. “Why?”
“You keep messing with it, it gets in your eyes.” 
You truly don’t know him well enough to be giving him your opinion on his hair length. You probably don’t even classify as acquaintances. Maybe you shouldn’t have said that. Also, it’s not even that you don’t like his hair long because you really actually do like it this length, but it seems like it bothers him, whether he actually notices it bothering him or not. 
Quickly, you try to backpedal, explaining, “I like it this length. It suits you, Xiaojun. But I keep noticing it falling into your eyes, you constantly having to brush it back.” Now it’s your turn to look away, back down to the book in your lap. “It does look nice, though.”
Then he does it. Xiaojun shifts that little bit closer, his leg coming in contact with your knee. If he notices, he doesn’t show it. Neither of you pull away. Your breath may catch a little bit.
He takes a breath, the silence lingering as he opens his mouth as if to say something, and you lift your gaze. His eyes meet yours, something bright deep inside them, and he says, “You–”
“Dejun!” A man stands at the other end of the aisle, wrapped in a cardigan and a stern expression. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the cafe?” You notice his gaze flicking over you momentarily before returning to Xiaojun. 
“I’m going.” He groans under his breath as he pushes off the floor, rising to his feet. The other man lingers at the end of the aisle. Xiaojun lifts his hand to push his hair back from where it’s once again fallen in front of his face, and your lips twitch into a smile, bringing a small laugh from Xiaojun as well. “I’ll see you around.”
You do your best to at least pretend to turn your attention back to the book in your lap, but you struggle to not watch as Xiaojun lightly pushes at the man’s arm, the two of them whispering back and forth in a not quite unfriendly way as they walk back toward the cafe.
The summer sunshine coming through the window leaves your shoulders feeling warm, but not quite as warm as the lingering heat left at your knee from Xiaojun’s touch.
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The following week, the late summer weather finally breaks. The weather becomes cool, overcast, threatening rain. 
It’s your day off, so really, you should stay home and clean or at least attempt to make a dent in that pile of books you own. Instead, you’re navigating around puddles on the sidewalk, holding an umbrella to keep off the light drizzle that’s been persisting all day. 
For once, you’re not planning to head to the bookstore. You needed to make a run to the store to restock on groceries, and as you’re on your way back to your apartment from the store, the drizzle finally turns into a steady shower. It’s difficult enough on a normal grocery run to carry all the bags back to your apartment, but today adding the rain and the umbrella and the abnormal amount of puddles along the way, it almost feels hazardous.
You’re in the midst of struggling with one of the bags as it slips down your arm, not paying attention to anything. A stream of rain runs down the back of your neck as the umbrella tips a little too far forward. You don’t even notice the figure stepping out of the doorway ahead of you, right into your path, not until it’s too late.
One moment you’re on your feet with your arms full of your groceries, and in the next moment, you’re rebounding off a man’s body, half of your grocery bags on the wet ground. One of them bursts on its side, sending its contents rolling over the pavement.
“I’m so sorry!” The man says, quickly dropping to the ground to round up your run-away groceries. You do the same, gathering up the bags that you’d dropped, picking up any items that may have fallen out, and as you straighten up again, hefting your groceries back into your arms, it’s then that you recognize him.
Xiaojun is crouched on the ground, reaching for an apple. His hair is pulled back from his face in a little ponytail, a half-up half-down look. He’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a shirt that you think must be cropped because when he stoops down to grab for the escaping groceries, the shirt rides up, revealing a good portion of his lower back. 
You look up at the building you’re standing in front of, recognizing it as a gym. Sweet bookstore boy Xiaojun goes to a gym? That makes your mind swirl for a moment, suddenly questioning the softboy vision of him you’ve always had, wondering if he’s hiding muscles beneath those sweaters and button-downs he wears at the bookstore. 
Xiaojun stuffs the escaped items back into the bag, and then he straightens up, and finally looks at you. His expression melts into a smile, the slight furrow between his eyebrows smoothing over in an instant. “Hi.”
“Hi, and I’m sorry,” you quickly apologize, “I should’ve been watching where I was going.”
Xiaojun shakes his head. “It’s fine. You’ve got your hands full.” He slips the bag he’s holding over his wrist and he gestures at the other bags, “Would you like some help with these? I can help you carry them back to your place?”
You open your mouth to tell him no, it’s okay but thank you. Xiaojun cuts you off before you can get the words out.
“Or at the least let me hold the umbrella for you.”
Do you really look like you’re struggling that much, you wonder. Because, if so, that’s embarrassing. 
But you did just drop half of your groceries in front of him, and even now, you can feel the bags sliding and your arm shaking with the struggle of holding up the umbrella. 
“That would be great. Thank you, Xiaojun.” You pass over the umbrella to him. His fingers slide unintentionally against yours, sending a light zip of heat through you from your fingertips to your core. He watches you with an amused expression as you rearrange the bags on your arms, and then you reach for the last one that he’s still holding. 
“Nope.” He pulls it back away from you. “I’ll carry this one. Your hands are full enough, I’m not trying to add any more to your burden.”
When you try to grab it again, Xiaojun laughs and twists away, bringing the bag even more out of your reach. He lifts the umbrella too, and the way his shirt lifts catches your attention again–revealing a strip of skin, the top of the red band of his boxers, a hint of a trail of hair. You give up the fight over the bag, standing up straight, readjusting your hold on your bags, and you clear your throat, “I live this way.”
Luckily, it’s not too much further to your apartment. A few blocks which pass a lot easier than the first part of your walk had, now that Xiaojun is at your side. He somehow convinces you to give up another bag to him, and he holds both of them in one hand while holding the umbrella over both of you with his other. He keeps up a steady stream of chatter, and for a moment it’s easy to forget that this isn’t normal, that you’re not even friends really with Xiaojun, that he’s barely more than a stranger.
It’s comfortable to walk beside him, to talk and laugh with him, to meet his eye and smile when you both spot a man across the street fumbling his way through trying to impress a woman.
When you reach your apartment building, you linger for a moment at the door. Is this where you part ways, where Xiaojun hands over your groceries and your umbrella now that you don’t need his help? 
He hesitates as well, folding the umbrella up while you both stand under the cover of the awning in front of the building. But he makes no move to hand either the bags or the umbrella over.
So you make the move, reaching for the door into the building, already making the apology, “I live up several floors, and our elevator never works. You don’t have to help me bring them up the rest of the way, if you don’t want to.” You give him his out, his opportunity to hand over your things and escape your company, to return to his regularly scheduled day. 
“I don’t mind a few stairs,” Xiaojun says, stepping inside behind you.
You feel a weight lift from your shoulders, and you didn’t realize just how much you’d been worrying about his answer. But then a new weight settles in your belly, a nervous weight as you begin to wonder–Is your apartment actually clean? Organized? Ready to be seen by the bookstore boy that you’ve been crushing on?
Xiaojun follows your lead up the stairwell, climbing the several flights of stairs until at last you reach your floor. 
You can’t help feeling a little self-conscious about your apartment when you come to stand in front of the door. 
Xiaojun looks away as you type in your door lock code, and when you enter your apartment, Xiaojun comes in a few steps. The door swings shut behind him, the lock beeping quietly, and you leave your shoes behind as you walk in. When you glance back over your shoulder, Xiaojun’s still standing in one spot, looking around at your place.
It’s a small apartment, but it’s decent. Decorated to your taste, with artwork that one of your friends has created hanging on the walls. The living room is to the left when you walk into the apartment. There are large windows looking out into the city although the curtains are drawn right now. A few feet further into your apartment, it opens up into the kitchen on the right. Further back, down a very short hallway is your bathroom, and to the left, your bedroom.  
You’re at least pleased to notice that it is actually clean right now. No messier than is normal. You do have laundry hanging to dry on a rack in the corner of the living room, but at least there are no underwear, no empty takeout containers littering the table, or bottles of alcohol leftover from when you had a few friends over a couple nights ago. 
Currently, the most embarrassing thing to be seen is the obscene stack of books towering against the wall beside your TV. 
Xiaojun’s gaze lands on that, unreadable. 
“You can come in,” you say, edging back towards your kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“Oh, um, just a water, please.” Xiaojun slips his shoes off, leans the umbrella against the wall beside your door, and then he follows you toward your kitchen. “It smells really nice in here, by the way.”
He’s not the first to mention that. You’ve had visitors tell you that your apartment smells comforting and homey. Like warm vanilla and cinnamon, as though you’ve just baked something fresh. Today, that is true. You baked some cookies this morning, which is when you realized that you really needed to make that grocery run. 
They’re still cooling on the counter, and when you grab a clean glass to fill with water for Xiaojun, you pick up the tray of cookies as well. 
He stands awkwardly beside your small kitchen table. You sit down, stretching your leg out beneath the table to push out the chair across from you with your foot, at which point Xiaojun pulls it out the rest of the way and sinks into it. You slide the glass of water over to him and sit the cookies down. 
“You can have one, if you like. They’re what makes the place smell so good.” You pick one up, take a bite, savor the sweet and spice of it. 
Xiaojun takes one too, watching you as he tries just a taste of the cookie.
Baking is a small passion of yours, a hobby now for when you’re craving something sweet, or just when you see a recipe on social media and want it for your own. Your friends are familiar with you showing up to see them with a baked good or two. So you hope Xiaojun likes the cookies, they’re a recipe that you’ve tried several times, usually with great success.
He nods a little, then reaches for another.
So, yes, he does like them.
You smile, getting up from the chair to start putting your groceries away. The cold stuff in the fridge, piling everything else onto the counter or into the cabinets. All the while, the rain outside starts to come down a little harder. 
The meteorologists had been predicting that this rain was going to drop the temperature, that by tomorrow morning, dawn was going to come in just a few degrees above freezing, only growing just to a mildly decent temperature by midday. Time to break out the raingear and sweaters, the hot autumn-themed drinks. 
“These are really, really good,” Xiaojun tells you after he’s had a couple more. “Much better than the few things we sell at the store. Honestly, most of it’s baked by one of the part-timers; I think your stuff would sell much better.”
You feel a flush of heat rise to your face. “Do you think so?”
“Oh, definitely.” Xiaojun rests his hands on your table, his fingers looking like they want to reach for another cookie, but he holds back. “I’ve never asked, but what do you do? Like, I work at the bookstore, but what about you?”
You work as a secretary in a doctor’s office, you tell him. It’s not much, but it pays your bills. “There was a time when I dreamt of being a chef, but I just didn’t have the funds to go to culinary school. So I thought about opening a bakery, but again, not enough money and I’m not sure I have the mind to run a business. So then I settled, and now I bake in my free time when I’m inspired.”
You pick up the cookies, moving them back over to the countertop, and you look out the window over your kitchen sink. The rain hitting the glass makes the world outside look streaky, faded into blue and gray with the glowing specks of red tail lights on the streets below.
“I think, if you wanted, you could sell these cookies in our cafe,” Xiaojun offers. “Just as a little start like towards a bakery. My boss, his boyfriend has a huge sweet tooth, and I’m telling you, one taste of these cookies and he’d be begging you to sell them to him.”
You’re smiling when you turn back around. “I don’t know about all that, but thank you. Right now I think I’m happy to just bake for fun.” A comfortable quiet settles over the room.
When, a few moments later, rain sprays suddenly harder and louder against the kitchen window, the pair of you are jolted out of your quiet. 
“I should probably go,” Xiaojun says, pushing to his feet. “Get home before the streets get flooded.” 
You don’t know what comes over you, watching him turn to leave the room. But you take a few quick steps forward, reaching out, catching the corner of his sleeve as you say, “Wait!”
A little voice in the back of your mind reminds you that Xiaojun is little more than a stranger, sitting here in your apartment, that you shouldn’t ask him to stay, but you want him here. You want him to stay.
“While you’re here….” You trail off, your hand twisting nervously at his sleeve. Xiaojun turns back, his expression clear, something bright flickering in his eyes. You search your mind quickly for anything that you can say that will require him to stay a little longer. 
Xiaojun fully turns back around to face you, and you let your hand fall from his sleeve. The corner of his mouth twitches up like he’s resisting the urge to smile, and your belly erupts with nervous butterflies. Why can’t you think of anything, especially while he’s looking at you like this?
And then you remember.
A few days ago, after you added a recent unnecessary new book to your pile of unread books in your living room, you decided maybe you should buy a bookshelf for them. It was one thing when the stack was just a few books high, but now it’s at risk of toppling over if you don’t split it into two piles at least. So you’d gone out and bought a shelf, and currently the build-it-yourself bookshelf is still sitting in its flatpack box on your living room floor. 
You haven’t found the time or energy to build it yet. 
And maybe that was fate’s intervention, presenting you with the perfect opportunity right now.
Xiaojun’s still looking at you with a bright, hopeful expression when you ask, “Can you help me build this bookshelf? I know the instructions say it’s easy enough for one person to build it alone, but I just feel like some things are better with two people, you know?”
Xiaojun’s throat bobs as he swallows, and he ducks his head, nodding. “Yeah, I can help you with that.” 
Once again, you hear that trace of disappointment in his voice like you’d heard in the bookstore when you admitted that you hadn’t finished reading the book he’d held back for you. But when he lifts his head again, he doesn’t look upset or disappointed in any way. Just very distractingly handsome. 
Assembling the bookshelf is an easy enough process. Xiaojun helps you pull out all of the pieces. You read the instructions together. He holds up a board while you try to fit the pieces together. You tease him endlessly when he misreads a part of the directions that has you building the shelf somehow backwards? And he teases you right back when you misplace one of the small pieces even though its just inches from your right foot. Slowly but surely and with a lot of laughter, the two of you put together this new bookshelf.
It’s not heavy or bulky, just big enough to get the job done, but still, you’re extremely grateful for Xiaojun’s help, especially when it comes to moving it across the floor from where you built it. You’re not sure your downstairs neighbors would have much appreciated the sound of you trying to scoot it across the floor by yourself, but at least with Xiaojun, you each take a side, lifting it up a few inches and carrying it over to the wall.
“Now I owe you double,” you sigh, sitting down heavily on the edge of your sofa. “For helping me with the groceries and with the shelf.”
Xiaojun smiles, sitting down in the middle of your floor. “You don’t owe me anything. I’m glad to help.” He sinks slowly backwards until he’s reclining on his elbows, his legs stretched out before him, and you can’t seem to pull your gaze away from him looking so comfortable on your living room floor, like he belongs here. 
“I definitely owe you, like, dinner or something,” you tell him, finding your eyes drawn to the tiny glimpse of skin between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his shorts. You look away quickly, looking anywhere but back at him as you say, “The best I can offer is beer and pizza, if that works for you.”
“I told you, you don’t owe me anything,” he says lightly, “I was glad to help today. I mean, in case you haven’t noticed, I like spending time with you when you’re in the store. I leave my assigned position all the time, I possibly take the long way around to whatever section I’m showing you to. Have I been looking for an excuse to see you outside of my job? Yeah, I have. Did I maybe fall a little bit in love with you when I tried those cookies earlier? Maybe.” Now Xiaojun’s the one that can’t look at you. 
He’s fully sunken to lying on your floor, his head on the plush area rug, staring up at your ceiling. The gap between his shirt and shorts grows, revealing a defined abdomen, his navel, the trail of hair that disappears down beneath his waistband.
But that’s not what you should be focusing on right now, though your cavewoman brain can only seem to focus on his skin, on the hair, on the slight bulge evident in the front of his shorts. You pinch your thigh, turning your attention instead to the confession Xiaojun is giving you.
“So, you don’t owe me anything,” he’s telling the ceiling, “Just being in your company is honestly more than enough repayment for any favor.” 
You don’t think you’ve ever seen him truly blush, but there it is. The burst of color on Xiaojun’s cheeks. 
You slide off the edge of the sofa and scoot over so you’re sitting right there beside him. He turns his head to the side, looking at you once again, his eyes locked in on your smile. “I have that whole stack of books over there, unread, because I buy every book you recommend, Xiaojun. Like, I’m in the store all the time to see you, the books are mostly just an excuse. Seeing you outside of your job would probably be really good for my wallet. But I am buying us pizza and beer tonight, if you want to stay here a little longer.”
Xiaojun’s smile grows wide. “I can do that.” 
You order pizza on your phone, and while you wait for it to be delivered, Xiaojun helps you begin to sort through your pile of books. 
He’s an expert at book organization, he tells you. By genre, author, title, even the Dewey decimal system, if you want to get really bibliotechnical. As you sort through the stack, Xiaojun teases you over some of them, how he recommended this one to you almost six months ago, how he’d suggested that one only because you’d insisted that you were looking for a light reading to get you through a weekend roadtrip with your friends. All of them still unread.
And then he reaches one particular book, the one that was the new installment in a popular series, the one he’d held back for you several weeks ago. 
“This one?” Xiaojun asks, “You told me that you hadn’t finished it yet. Have you started it?”
You reach over, tugging it out of his hands, stacking it onto the pile that you’ve deemed as your Most Likely To Be Read Soonest pile. “No. I just haven’t found the time for it, Xiaojun. I like reading, okay? I promise I do. Just sometimes I go a few weeks without even wanting to pick up a book.”
He laughs, reaching back over for it, which means him leaning halfway across your lap to pull it off the pile. He rests a casual hand right above your knee. “So when you told me you hadn’t finished it….” He laughs again, the sound light, almost with a taste of relief behind it. He doesn’t finish that thought, instead saying, “Ten told me the day that you picked it up. He’s the guy that was working the register that day,” Xiaojun quickly explains at your look of confusion. “He’d been teasing me about holding a book back for you, and it only got worse once you actually picked it up because he said you’re really pretty, and really out of my league.” 
You remember the man, the one who had looked so amused as he handed over the book. You’ve seen him around the store, but you didn’t know his name, though now you wonder if his name, Ten, is a nickname like Xiaojun’s was DJ. 
“If anything, you’re out of my league,” you tell Xiaojun. This time when you reach for the book, he passes it back over, and you sit it on the pile. “Very handsome, smart, I’m sure you have a lot of secret talents that I have yet to learn.”
Xiaojun snorts. “Something like that.” 
The pizza delivery arrives a few minutes later while you’re shelving the books. The rain still pours over the city as you and Xiaojun sit together on the floor, sharing the pizza, drinking the beer that you brought out from the kitchen. You forget about the books for a little while, instead the conversation turns to movies and dramas.
“You’ve never seen Twilight?” Xiaojun asks in utter disbelief. “How? It’s iconic.”
You shrug. You understand that Twilight was a mania that overtook the world for a few years, but you weren’t into it then, and by the time that you could’ve possibly had an interest, the fad was in the past. Over the years you’ve seen clips and memes online about it, but, you shrug again as you say, “I’ve just never seen it.”
The way Xiaojun blusters then, insisting that he’ll have to show it to you some time, going on to talk about the cultural impact of the movies and the books themselves, the whole vampire media explosion. You find it charming, the way he’s so invested in this, so determined to make you understand the totally vital importance of Twilight in the greater sense of the world.
Eventually you cut him off with a laugh as he dives into the influence of Twilight in the creation of the other very popular series of Fifty Shades. You laugh and reach over, stuffing the thick crust of his pizza into his mouth. 
“I’ll watch it! You’ve convinced me!” You lean back, watching as Xiaojun smiles goofily around the breadstick. “You’ll have to come over some night when you’re off. We can marathon the whole series.”
“Yeah, right,” Xiaojun chews, watching you like he doesn’t believe you for a moment.
You stretch your foot out until your toes kick up against his shin. “I’m serious, Xiaojun. Next weekend. Twilight movie marathon, drinks, takeout. An all night thing.”
His eyes have that same bright light as they’d had earlier when you asked him to stay. An eagerness, a hope, happiness as his lips form a grin and he says, “It’s a date, then.”
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You’re not sure the last time you were so excited for a date. Because this is real excitement, not the jittery nervousness before a date, but the eagerness to see him. 
Your friends had teased you when you told them about the date.  Movie marathon at your place. 
“If you don’t get laid, I swear to God, I’m disowning you as my friend. It’s all right there for you!” Your best friend tells you. “You’ve been complaining about wanting to have sex with a good guy, and this one seems perfect for you.”
She’s seen him before in the bookstore when you’d brought her along. She’d agreed that Xiaojun was attractive, cute in the bookish way, and he was certainly your type. You should be grateful that your best friend is rooting so hard for you to have sex with the guy you’ve been crushing on, but it embarrasses you a little as you’re sitting out in public for lunch. Two old women a few feet away from you keep looking at you both, scandalized.
“Stop,” you whine, covering your face from view of the old ladies. “We’re watching Twilight. Literally what is sexy about Twilight?”
She rolls her eyes. “You’ll get there. And it’ll be the two of you alone in the privacy of your apartment, lights dimmed, comfortable.” 
You want to remind her that you actually spent a good part of the other day alone with him in your apartment and nothing of the sort happened. But that’s not for lack of wanting. Your mind still keeps going back to the sight of his abdomen, the bulge in the front of his shorts. In the days since then, you’ve even begun remembering things that you missed in the moment, your brain finally processing the subtle scent of Xiaojun’s sweat, the way that it had felt when his hand slid over your waist at one point when he needed to get around you to take a look at the bookshelf instructions.
“Don’t make me overthink this,” you tell her. “For right now, it’s just me and Xiaojun watching movies. As a date. I have no expectations.”
“Sure you don’t.” 
You maintain your lack of expectations. You dress comfortably (but still cutely), and you don’t even shave your legs or put on your sexy panties. It’s just a movie marathon. 
And in the end, that���s all that night is. 
You eat takeout, drink a little beer, sample a wine that his boss recommended, take a couple shots of soju. There’s also some ice cream involved at some point during the third movie. You and Xiaojun pass the quart container of mint chocolate chip (“You like mint chocolate too!” Xiaojun had cried happily when you pulled it out of the freezer. “Oh God, I think I might love you.” It was a joke, clearly, but a part of you lit up with bright hope at those words) back and forth, legs tangled together under a big, fuzzy blanket. 
You pass out somewhere towards the end of the fourth movie. The ice cream container sits nearly empty on the floor, melted to the point where you might as well just drink it. Xiaojun keeps trying to nudge you awake with gentle knocks of his foot against your hip. You manage to just barely hold on to consciousness until the very end, and as soon as the credits begin to roll, you shut your eyes, immediately well on your way to dropping off.
“We have just one movie left! You can’t give up on me now!” Xiaojun sits up, tugging on your arm lightly. “Wake up.”
You groan and try to turn over, to bury your face in the throw pillow beneath your cheek. It’s already after three o’clock in the morning. To finish Break Dawn Part 2 would put you after five o’clock, and although you don’t have any plans for the day, you also don’t want to sleep the whole day away after falling asleep that late in the morning.
“Xiaojun, we can just finish it in the morning,” you groan, tangling your fingers with his. However, despite your protests, you do sit up, throwing your legs over the edge of the sofa. You tug lightly on his hand, “Come to bed.”
“To bed?” His voice only allows the slightest hint of alarm. “I can stay on the sofa.”
But you’re already standing up on unsteady, half-asleep and lightly buzzed feet. One hard tug on his hand, and Xiaojun rises to his feet and follows. He stumbles through your apartment, unfamiliar in the dark. His body bumps against yours. He doesn’t protest again. 
Your bed isn’t huge, but it isn’t tiny either. It’s just the perfect size for you to collapse onto, squirming your way under the sheets, leaving just enough room for Xiaojun too. You’re already comfy beneath the blankets, savoring the coolness and the softness of them against your skin when Xiaojun sinks down beside you. Just sitting on the edge of the bed, not making any move to get beneath the covers with you.
“Xiaojun,” you sigh, reaching for his hand. “Lay down.”
It’s quiet for a long moment until he finally asks, “Are you sure?”
“We’re just sleeping,” you mumble. “Sure, I’m sure.”
Xiaojun exhales deeply, and you peer through your eyelashes at him as he rakes his fingers through his hair, obviously waging an internal war with himself. 
“Just sleep with me. It’s too late or too early for you to go home. You can sleep out there on the sofa if you really, really want to, but just know my bed is a thousand times more comfortable,” you tell him. “Plus, I really want you in here. I sleep better when I’m not alone. Be the Edward to my Bella, stay here beside me at least until I’m asleep.”
That draws a little laugh from Xiaojun. “Alright,” he sighs around a smile. “Just a small warning, I have been told that I often sleep with my eyes open.”
He reaches down, drawing his hoodie up over his head, letting it fall to the floor before he’s moving, sliding beneath the covers at last in just a cutout tanktop and his basketball shorts. He lays his head on the pillow beside yours, and you catch his eyes glinting in the dark, watching you as your heavy eyelids begin to sink shut again. 
“Good night, Xiaojun,” you murmur, and you’re already drifting off by the time that he whispers his reply.
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You enjoy waking up slowly on any given Sunday morning. No alarms. No rush to be anywhere or do anything. Just dreaming until your brain can’t take any more sleep, until your stomach growls demanding food.
On this morning, you wake up slowly, savoring the feel of Xiaojun’s arms around you, his soft breath against the back of your neck, and your ass pressed firmly back against his front. 
You shift a little as you wake, subconsciously rolling your hips back a little. 
Xiaojun’s arm around your waist tightens, and he hums sleepily. And then you feel his head move, and feel the lightest brush of his lips against the side of your neck. Maybe, in response, you lean back into him even more, turning your head towards him. 
He’s not really awake, just reacting to you moving. 
You could slip out of his arms, leave him sleeping for a little longer. But instead you maneuver yourself around until you’re on your other side, facing Xiaojun now, and you snuggle in to press your face against his chest, slide an arm around him. Again, he reflexively moves to hold you—an arm over your waist and his hand smooths up the length of your spine until he rests his palm between your shoulders, and the other arm curls around behind your head, his fingers lightly knitting through your hair. 
You could probably fall back to sleep like this. Your nose filled with the subtle scent of Xiaojun, his warm chest and the quiet of his breathing, the beat of his heart beneath your cheek. 
It’s some long time later, or so it feels, when you’re pulled out of the light sleep you’ve fallen in. 
Xiaojun presses a kiss right to the top of your head. His hand on your back moves in a slow, comforting back-and-forth. His fingers leave your hair to lightly trace the shell of your ear, the line of your jaw, over the softness of your cheek. You squirm a little then as it tickles slightly, and you press your face more against his chest, feeling a small smile rise to your lips. 
“Are you awake?” Xiaojun asks, keeping his voice at a whisper. His fingers lift from your cheek, his hand on your back goes still. 
“Mhm,” you confirm, but you don’t lift your face from his chest. Beneath his shirt, you can feel the pick-up in his heartbeat. 
You don’t know what comes over you, but you impulsively press your lips in an unmistakable kiss right there against his clothed chest. He inhales sharply, and you do it again just to hear him make that sound again. Xiaojun’s hand on your back resumes that comforting motion, his other hand returns to your hair, and you sponge kisses higher up his chest until you feel the edge of his top beneath your lips, met with warm bare skin. 
Xiaojun’s breath sounds a little more ragged, a little desperate when you stop there. 
But that’s not the end. 
Boldly, you reach for the edge of Xiaojun’s shirt. He tenses for a second out of surprise, relaxing instantly. He doesn’t tell you not to, doesn’t make any sign of denial. So you slip your fingers beneath his top, and his belly flexes beneath this new touch, and a fresh, soft gasp falls from his lips. 
Every tiny part of you is tuned into Xiaojun’s breathing as he struggles to keep it steady while your fingertips trace along his waistband. The way Xiaojun shifts when you spread your fingers and feel the soft texture of hair beneath his navel, when you slide your hand up over his abdomen, feeling the evidence of defined muscles. 
You scrape your nails lightly over Xiaojun’s stomach. His hands both in your hair and on your back, curl and clutch at you as he lets out the smallest hint of a moan. 
Now you press another kiss, this time on bare skin, his throat warm beneath your lips. 
Xiaojun all but melts against you as you start kissing his neck. You feel like a scene from Twilight, the way he tilts his head to expose his throat a little more to you as you take your time to kiss his throat, sucking lightly when you reach a spot that makes him finally break and truly moan. 
“Fuck,” he stutters out, the word drawn out on a sigh. He rolls his hips forward, and you feel the weight in his shorts, that indefinite bulge you’d glimpsed last week in his shorts now clearly the shape of his dick against your leg. 
You smile against his throat, skim your fingertips back and forth along his abdomen at the edge of his shorts. You ask, “Should I stop?”
“N-no,” he gasps, rolling his hips against you once more, lingering a moment in the friction. 
You’re so glad that was his answer. You don’t want to stop, but you didn’t want to get too carried away, not if it wasn’t what he wanted. Everything about him right now from his hands on your body to your hands on his, his soft moans and gasps, the uncontained need for him to get some friction on his cock, all of it has you burning up from the inside out. You can feel your pussy growing wet, getting your panties damp. 
It’s Xiaojun that makes the next move. His hand slides down the length of your back, over your ass, hooking your leg and dragging your thigh up over his hip. 
You kiss his throat again, sucking on the spot until Xiaojun moans once more, rocking his hips forward, tipping you backwards until you land on your back with him above you, his hips slotted perfectly between your thighs so the next time he grinds forward, his bulge rubs right against your clit through your leggings. 
Your fingers twist in the waistband of Xiaojun’s shorts as he starts rocking against you. He holds himself above you, looking down at your face for the first time all morning, his gaze lowering as he sees the shirt you fell asleep in riding up on you, revealing your belly. 
This feels hot and rushed, the way that Xiaojun is dry humping you, both of you fully clothed as he thrusts forward against your pussy again and again. But you can’t deny that it’s working for you; your pussy is soaking your panties, your nipples are hard, poking up against your shirt. 
And when you tug at the edge of Xiaojun’s shorts, he understands what you want without a word needing to be spoken. He nods, reaching down with one hand to help you shove his shorts down, slipping them beneath his ass, revealing his cock. 
Your first instinct is to reach for it, to feel the weight of Xiaojun’s cock in your hand, but instead you bring your hand up to the edge of your shirt, pulling it up over your tits. 
Xiaojun thrusts forward against you again, his eyes burning at the new feeling of your leggings against his bare skin. “Fuck,” he moans, “you’re so pretty, darling.”
A shiver runs down your spine at the compliment, and another when Xiaojun lowers himself over you to drop a kiss between your tits. He lifts his head just enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath fanning over your nipples, and you arch your chest, a small whine escaping your lips. 
Xiaojun catches your eye for a moment, and then he lowers his head again, this time closing his lips around a nipple and grinding his cock in a slow circle against your pussy. 
Your hands fly to his hair, thighs squeezing on either side of his hips. “Xiaojun,” his name falls like a sigh. 
You’ve never been one for nipple play or tit worship or anything like that with any previous partners, but Xiaojun must just be doing it right. Fire burns along your spine, you can taste the pleasure of it all on your tongue. Your heart is racing, breath catching in your throat from the sweet feel of him grinding against your clit and his warm lips on your chest. 
But you love this. If you thought you were wet before, it’s nothing to right now when you can feel your wetness gush out to stick your panties to your pussy. 
“Xiao—“ you start, but then Xiaojun pulls his mouth away, nipping at the underside of your breast, sufficiently distracting you for a second. His hot lips and tongue move over the sensitive skin of your chest, your tits and sternum and ribs. 
“Jun,” you whine, twisting your fingers, tugging on his hair. “I need you.”
His teeth scrape your ribs beneath your breast, a sharp inhale, and a laugh. “You need me?”
You whimper, nodding. “I do.”
“What part of me, darling? Tell me.” His lips trail light kisses down your belly. 
Again, that shiver down your spine as he calls you darling. 
“Give me your cock, Xiaojun. I need you inside me. Just fuck me.” You tug on his hair again, rock your hips off the mattress to meet the thrust of his own. “Wanna feel you inside me when I cum.”
There’s no more teasing, no more argument from him. His eyes gleam with bright desire as he moves back from you just a little, just enough that you manage to flip yourself over onto your belly, and you lean over to the side of your bed, reaching for the small table beside the bed where you keep things for times like these. 
Just as you’re fishing a condom out of the drawer of the table, you feel Xiaojun’s fingers twist in your leggings, and he pulls them down, panties and all, to below your ass. 
Your shirt is still bunched up at the top of your chest, your leggings tight around your thighs. Xiaojun too is still wearing his top and his shorts are twisted around his knees, and it feels so good to know that both of you need this so desperately that you don’t even care to undress. 
You toss the condom at him over your shoulder, and Xiaojun is quick about putting it on. A hand kneads your ass, and you try your best to spread your legs apart, to lift your ass off the bed, to tempt him to hurry to fuck you, you just want to feel Xiaojun buried inside you. You want to feel him in your belly, to turn your legs to jelly so when tomorrow comes you’ll be grateful you spend your day working behind a desk in a chair. 
He slides his fingers down between your legs, and the electric zip you feel along your spine transforms into a needy whine, bucking your hips back, trying to get some contact with your clit as Xiaojun glides his fingers through your wetness. 
“So pretty.” Xiaojun murmurs. “You smell so good, darling. Do you taste sweet?”
You’ve never tasted yourself and you’ve never thought to ask any previous partners. Not that you think Xiaojun’s expecting you to give him an answer directly. 
You look back over your shoulder in time to see him lifting his hand from between your thighs, his gaze intent on the glistening wetness coating his fingertips, and you watch him bring his fingers to his lips and get a taste of you. 
You never thought it would be so hot to watch a man tasting you on his fingertips instead of the more traditional way of just eating your pussy. But Xiaojun’s eyes close, his fingers hanging on his lips. 
“Sweet,” he confirms after a moment, and his fingers fall down to your ass, his slick fingers slide over the round muscle. 
“Please,” you beg, “Xiaojun.”
You reach back behind you, your hand searching for the hard length of his cock.  He moans lowly when you find it, your hand closing around him, giving a few strokes before you lift your hips from the bed and guide him forward by his cock. 
Xiaojun’s hand grips at your hip, his other hand nudging yours away from his cock. “I’ve got it, darling. I’ll take it from here. You just lie there and enjoy, okay?”
Somehow the cocky confidence acts as more of a turn on than anything else. You love his certainty that he’s got it all under control, that he’s gonna fuck you well without you having to do anything. A promise through other words that he’s gonna treat you like a princess, give you everything you need. 
And when you feel his tip between your legs, dipping into your wetness and drawing down to your clit for an instant before coming back to your entrance and smoothly pressing into you, you know that there’s some truth in his words. You’ll lie here and enjoy everything that Xiaojun’s about to give you. 
Xiaojun feels perfect. Maybe it’s because you’re coming off a dry spell or maybe it’s just that his cock feels spectacular, but either way, the feel of him sinking into you, fills you flawlessly. 
He starts out with shallow thrusts, working his way in deeper with each move. You sink your face into the sheets unable to lift your head for the first few moments, too overwhelmed by the sensations. It’s all coordinated and smooth, angling just right to give you the most pleasure he can in the moment (and it’s working).
But soon, as you’re grasping at sheets, lifting yourself on your elbows because it changes the angle just enough that you can feel Xiaojun in your belly with each deep thrust, you can feel yourself unraveling. Xiaojun is pressed against your ass, thrusts unrelenting right to that spot inside you that makes you feel like your nerve-endings are on fire (in the best possible way), and he wraps an arm around you to your tits, his chest against your back, and when you feel him lower his head to your shoulder, he bites down lightly. 
Your orgasm is liquid fire in your veins, toes curling, pussy clenching tight and gushing a little around Xiaojun as he keeps thrusting into your tightening heat. You fuck yourself back onto his cock too now, the best you can when you feel like your bones are liquefying as he’s still fucking right against your G spot. 
Xiaojun bites down on your shoulder again as he cums. His hips snap forward, a hard smack of hip bones against your ass, and he stays there, flooding the condom as your pussy continues to quiver around him, milking him dry. 
He sinks over you, his mouth still fixed at your shoulder, though now he presses soothing kisses and his warm tongue against the marks left by his teeth. 
After a moment in which the two of you catch your breath, Xiaojun withdraws from you. You turn your head to watch him slide off the edge of your bed, dragging his shorts up, straightening his top, dropping the used condom in the wastebasket in the corner of your room. You roll over as well, dragging your shirt down over your tits, and you just push your leggings and panties the rest of the way down your legs; the shirt is big enough that it covers everything when you sit up too. 
“Breakfast?” You ask, running your fingers through your messy hair, doing your best to comb it with your fingers, but you just end up tying it back out of your face. “I’ve been craving pancakes and waffles, if you’re interested.” 
Xiaojun trails you into the kitchen, and he does his best to help out as you grab the ingredients out of your cabinets. He measures ingredients out and mixes them together, while you slice up some fresh fruit to top them with. You connect your phone to a speaker, playing music quietly, and it’s nice to work side by side with Xiaojun like this. Especially when he starts singing along to the songs.
“Can you do everything?” You ask, sidling up beside him to watch him slide a pancake from the pan to a plate beside the stovetop. “Smart, handsome, good at making pancakes, and you can sing?”
“Flattery, darling, will get you right back in that bedroom, if you keep it up.” Xiaojun pours another pool of pancake batter into the pan, smiling as he glances sideways at you. 
“Is that a promise or a threat?” You slide a little closer, wrapping your arm around his waist. “Also, we still have a movie to finish, or did you forget about that?”
Xiaojun turns around, his back to the stove so he’s facing you instead. “I didn’t forget, you’re just doing a really good job of distracting me.” He lifts a hand up, letting it brush along your shoulder where the neck of your shirt has slipped a bit, revealing a good portion of your collarbone and the top of your shoulder, including the sensitive spot where he’d bitten down on your shoulder. “Sorry about that.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it.” You laugh, touching your fingers lightly to the red mark on his throat. “This won’t cover up as well as my shoulder does. I’m the one who’s sorry.”
“Don’t be.” His hand comes up to cover yours as he holds your gaze. Xiaojun clears his throat, then says, “You know, I still haven’t actually kissed you.”
All that, and not even a simple peck on the lips. 
“No, you haven’t.” Your gaze lowers to his lips, the ones you’re so familiar with pressed against many places on your body, but you haven’t yet felt them against your lips. “Will you?”
Xiaojun dips his head, lowering his mouth to yours. The kiss is slow and sweet, gentle in a way that the sex earlier had not been. He draws you in, your body resting against his as you kiss him back, your hands twisting in his shirt. And it’s slow, not rushed in the slightest, just a nice lengthy kiss that you forget to keep short.
The pancake burns, but you kiss Xiaojun for a little while longer.
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After that day, you can’t seem to spend a day apart from Xiaojun. It’s young, new love. The honeymoon stage of seeing nothing but good in each other, wanting constantly to have his hands on you or yours on him, wanting to kiss him, to hear him laugh, to have him beside you wherever you are. 
You find yourself staring down at your phone while you’re at work, all giddy because Xiaojun messaged you. Your best friend teases you when you admit to her that you did get laid on your movie marathon date, and you don’t even have it in you to actually feel embarrassed.
Xiaojun tells you that his coworkers tease him when he comes into work with the undeniable hickey fully visible on his throat. For the rest of the week, weather permitting, he wears turtleneck sweaters into the bookstore.
You’re happy. 
You go out on lunch dates with Xiaojun. He drags you along to see a new movie he’s been dying to see. You bake with him at your apartment, laughing and singing along to music together, creating a mess when he accidentally flings batter onto you, though he cleans it off with his mouth, leading only to you helping each other clean off in the shower. You visit him at the bookstore (avoiding his coworker Ten who just smiles in an amused way every time he sees the two of you together), and he picks you up from work some afternoons as the autumn days grow shorter and night arrives near the time you’re clocking out.
It’s not too long before Xiaojun starts sleeping over most nights. Eating dinner together regularly. He has a drawer to put his clothes in, a few toiletries in the bathroom, and some of his favorite foods stocked in your kitchen. Nights when you both sit on the sofa together, your feet in his lap while he watches a drama and you read one of your many unread books.
It’s a night just like that when the show that Xiaojun had been watching ends, and he looks over at you.
“What are you reading?” 
You lift the book to show him the cover, and Xiaojun hums knowingly. “That’s a good one. I haven’t read it in a long time.”
It’s one that he once recommended to you, back in the early days of your crush on him. You still remember the gentle smile on his face as he’d lifted the book down from the shelf at the store and handed it over to you. That was months and months ago. It’s about time that you finally read it. 
Xiaojun moves suddenly, leaning onto his side over your legs until his head rests in your lap. His cheek rests on your bare thigh while his body blankets the length of your legs. “Can you read to me?”
Your hand drifts down to your boyfriend’s hair, and you brush your fingers gently through his long hair. “Really?”
“Mhm,” Xiaojun nods. “You have a nice voice. And I like this book, read it to me.”
So that’s what you do that night. You play with Xiaojun’s hair and read to him until your throat feels dry, until you finish an emotionally brutal chapter that leaves tears swimming in your eyes. 
Xiaojun looks up at you from your lap, blinking slowly. He lifts a hand, fingertips light on your cheek. 
You close the book, pushing it aside, and Xiaojun’s touch draws you in until you’re leaning down, contorting yourself slightly as he lifts his head, to meet you for a kiss. Xiaojun’s thumbs stroke soothing circles on your cheeks. 
It’s just a simple kiss. A simple kiss of comfort because there are tears in your eyes. A simple kiss on a simple night. 
But when Xiaojun pulls back slightly, the night takes a turn from simple to spectacular. 
“I love you,” he confesses, his lips sealing the words against yours in the next instant. 
And you love him too. You put the meaning into the kiss, and the moment you pull apart again, you repeat the words to him, pulling him up from your lap to kiss you properly. 
That night, you pull each other apart tenderly on the sofa. Hands and mouths exploring each other’s bodies, whispering love confessions into the crook of Xiaojun’s neck, while he  leaves his words against your rib cage, into the space between your thighs in the moment before Xiaojun dives in to taste you and bring you to a spine-cracking orgasm on his tongue. 
“I love you,” you tell him again when you curl up against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, the book long forgotten on the floor. 
The reading part of that night becomes quite a regular event. Xiaojun lays his head in your lap and you read to him—in bed, on the sofa, on a blanket during a picnic one sunny and unseasonably warm autumn day. Sometimes the situation reverses if you’re feeling too tired, and you press the book into Xiaojun’s hands, compliment his reading voice, and you lay on him for a change while he reads to you. 
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Xiaojun has to work on the day of the first snow. It’s mid-November when the meteorologists predict snowfall, and it begins overnight. You wake in the morning to Xiaojun’s legs tangled with yours, and all of the blankets piled on top of you since your boyfriend pushed them off of himself in his sleep. His arm is stretched above your head on the pillow. You don’t want to move. You can already tell that it’s too cool outside your nest of blankets, but when you blink your eyes open you can see the snow piling on the ledge outside your window, a gray sky outside. You definitely don’t want to get out of bed. 
Xiaojun makes a soft sound when you turn around and curl against his chest. His arms surround you, his face tucking into your hair. 
“It’s snowing,” you whisper. 
You’re not even sure Xiaojun’s awake, and the longer the silence stretches, the more you think that he must still be asleep. But then he breathes in deeply, sighing out, “I have to go to work.”
It’s your day off, so you have no reason to leave bed today. You could stay buried in the warm blankets, reading and watching the snow fall. 
“Come to work with me.” Xiaojun kisses the top of your head. “I’ll give you free drinks.”
Now, that’s tempting. Sitting comfortably in the bookstore, sipping warm drinks from the cafe, tempting Xiaojun into sneaking away from his responsibilities for a few moments. 
“Or we could stay in bed,” you suggest, managing to roll Xiaojun onto his back beneath you. “You could call in sick or absent due to inclement weather. Tell your boss that you have to take care of your girlfriend, she’s got a cold.”
Xiaojun smirks, his hair feathered around his face, a shiny pink halo. “I’m pretty sure Kun would call me a liar. He knows all my tells.”
You sit on Xiaojun, moving your hips in slow circles over him, and you can feel him reacting. “As if he’s never called out sick for similar reasons. Wasn’t it just a few weeks ago that he called the store to say he was running late, his car broke down or whatever, and he and Ten showed up twenty minutes later looking like—“
Xiaojun sits up suddenly, his hand cupping the back of your neck, and he cuts your words off with his lips. 
You’ll allow it. You don’t often like it when Xiaojun cuts you off, especially on the few occasions when you’re arguing with him about something, but this is the only way that you ever accept. 
You bring your hands to his hair. Ever since he dyed it pink recently, bright like cotton candy, you haven’t been able to keep your hands to yourself. It’s long and pretty, and it was a totally unexpected change, one that you didn’t think you were going to like on him when he told you what he was doing, but you love it. You love the bright, soft and typically feminine color on your boyfriend with his muscles and generally masculine energy. It’s a nice contrast. Plus it just looks pretty on him. 
Xiaojun moans softly when you tug on his hair. You grind yourself down on his growing bulge. He rests a hand on your tailbone, urging you to keep moving. 
“Fuck, I can’t be late,” he moans against your lips. 
You’re not sure if it’s an invitation to keep going, but to make it fast. Or if he’s telling you that this needs to stop but he doesn’t have the strength to do it alone. Either way, your mind was already made up. For a few more minutes you kiss him, touch him, moving in teasingly slow circles on his dick.  And then, abruptly, you pull away. 
“What?” Xiaojun whines as you slide away, stepping off the bed and walking away. “Where are you going?”
“You’re right.” You don’t even bother to turn back around to look at him. “You can’t be late. I’ll come to work with you.”
It’s a strong possibility that Xiaojun glares daggers at you as you dress, pulling on leggings and a sweater, a coat and scarf and boots. Eventually he gets up to get dressed too, layering up just as much as you. 
The snow keeps falling, thick and heavy and wet. The snow seems to be freezing when it meets the streets, turning to slush only to refreeze again and again, marking the streets dangerously slick. 
You and Xiaojun just barely make it alive to the bookstore, wind-battered, chilled to the bone. 
The store is empty of customers. Only Kun, Xiaojun’s boss, is there. 
“No one else is coming in today,” he says. “The weather’s too bad. The part-timers have all called in.”
Kun explains that he’s not expecting to be too busy at all for the day, so if Xiaojun could just man the cafe and the register, that would be terrific. Kun would stock the shelves and work the floor if anyone actually came in. 
So for the first part of the day, you set up in a corner of the cafe, looking through the window out onto their patio at the accumulating snow, the way it blows up against the glass and covers the tables and chairs sitting out there. Xiaojun works behind the counter, making you free drinks, bringing you pastries, occasionally kissing you and letting his hand slide up your thigh. 
“I want you,” he complains softly in the seat beside you. “I keep thinking about this morning. Maybe we shouldn’t have left bed.”
You know that. You’ve had a throbbing need for him pulsing between your legs for the better part of the last hour. Each glide of his fingers along the seam of your leggings at your inner thigh makes you itch to grab his hand and bring it right to your core. 
You could always sneak away, go take care of yourself in the restroom, send Xiaojun clips to tease him. Leave him desperately hard behind the counter in the cafe, serving the only customer that has braved the blizzard outside to drink coffee in the bookshop. 
Xiaojun watches you through his eyelashes as he helps the customer. You do your best to pretend like you’re ignoring him. He likes when you do that sometimes, when you’re reading by yourself in bed or on the sofa and he moves like he’s going to lay on your lap, but instead spreads your legs and starts touching you while you continue reading. Sometimes he does that when you’re reading aloud to him, turning his head where it rests on your thigh to kiss at it, eventually moving around to eat you out so he can hear you gasp and stumble over the sentences you read aloud, overwhelmed by the pleasure. 
But in the present moment, Xiaojun is across the room. He’s in the middle of steaming some oat milk for a latte, his gaze tracking you as you gather your things and then stand up and walk out of the cafe section of the store. You glance over your shoulder as you climb the stairs to the second floor of the store, and Xiaojun is just barely visible through the doorway.  His eyes are on you, and you smile, turn away and hurry up the rest of the stairs. 
You know he’ll follow as soon as he can. 
This is something else you’ve thought about: Xiaojun finding you among the shelves, touching and kissing you there where anyone might happen to see or hear, catching a glimpse between a gap in the shelves of his hand wandering under your clothes. 
The store is nearly empty. Only nearly empty because you know Kun still prowls the aisles somewhere, Xiaojun had mentioned that Ten was likely coming in at some point, and there are at least a couple customers roaming freely. But you don’t pay any mind to any of them as you weave your way through the many shelves to find a favorite little nook of yours. Fittingly it’s in the romance section of the store. The shelves here form a smallish rectangle against the wall, enclosing an armchair backed up against the window set into the wall, and it’s just a perfectly cozy little space. 
You don’t have to wait long before you hear the tell-tale sound of footsteps over the store’s carpeted flooring. And then in a hushed whisper, your name. 
You sink into the armchair, spread your legs, and wait for your boyfriend to turn the corner. 
Xiaojun freezes when he spots you. He steadies himself with a hand on the bookshelf, the other hand over his heart. “I only have a short break, darling, we can’t be long,” Xiaojun says quietly as he moves quickly into your space, sinking to his knees, his hands racing once more over your thighs. “And we have to be quiet.”
In the time since you started this relationship with Xiaojun, you’ve grown more than familiar with his touch. The way that his fingertips feel as they dip beneath your sweater to touch the bare skin of your belly, the light scrape of his trimmed nails over your hips as he leans in close and captures your lips in a kiss.
The kiss is hot. Not a brief brush of the lips, not a quick and dirty kiss on your way to something more. Just purely a make-out, or a snog, as Xiaojun had called it once in a bad take on a British accent, which had sent you into a fit of giggles until he’d tackled you onto the bed and silenced you with his lips. Despite Xiaojun’s insistence just moments ago that this had to be quick, neither one of you seems in a rush.
Perhaps that’s why you end up getting caught.
Xiaojun’s hands are fully underneath your sweater, his hands actually on your tits, your tongue down his throat. 
And that’s when you hear someone clear their throat.
Both Kun and Ten are standing there in the gap between the bookshelves. Kun looks on absolutely disapprovingly, and Ten watches from over Kun’s shoulder, his grin incredibly amused, eyes glinting mischievously. If you had to guess, you’d say that Ten caught you and Xiaojun first, but fetched Kun for the pure drama of it all. 
“Get back to work, Xiaojun.” Kun commands.
Xiaojun, chastised, ducks his head and slowly pulls his hands out from beneath your sweater. You feel bad for your boyfriend since he’s been suffering through wanting you since you woke up together. You at least have the liberty still to sneak off, and you’re so tempted to do that now more than ever, but you’ll stand in solidarity with him.
Xiaojun heads back down to the cafe, Kun and Ten leave as well, with Ten whispering gleefully and glancing back at you. You curl up in the armchair, pull your book out of your bag you’d deposited on the floor, and you spend the last few hours of Xiaojun’s shift right there, reading.
As the day draws on, business doesn’t pick up any, and you’re nearing the end of your book when Xiaojun finds you to tell you that Kun’s decided to close up a little early. To no one’s surprise, business is certainly not booming during the middle of a snowstorm, so after quickly moving through all of their closing procedures, you and Xiaojun step out the front door with Ten and Kun right behind you. 
By the time you get back to your apartment, you’re freezing. Even with your coat on, a scarf wound around your head, a hat tugged down to your eyelashes, and your hands buried deep into the warm pockets of your coat, you feel like a walking icicle. Xiaojun doesn’t look much better as he pulls his hat off and untangles himself from his scarf, revealing pink cheeks and chattering teeth.
You don’t bother taking off your warm outerwear. You just take Xiaojun by the hand and lead him straight to the bathroom. You reach in to turn on the shower, turning it as hot as it goes, and within moments the room is filling with steam. It doesn’t take long to reach for Xiaojun, to undo his coat and let it slide down his shoulders. He does the same to you, taking his time with unbuttoning your coat, tugging down the zipper. He pulls the hat from your head, grinning as he combs his fingers through your messy hair. As Xiaojun unwinds the scarf from around you, he dips in to peck your nose as it’s revealed, your lips when they come out, and when the scarf slithers from his hand to the floor, leaving your throat visible to him at last, Xiaojun kisses that too.
This time when Xiaojun’s hands dip and dive, exploring beneath your sweater, there’s no chance of being interrupted. This time when his nails tickle over your hips, he’s pushing your pants down, helping you shimmy them down your legs, and Xiaojun holds you steady as you step out of the pants, kicking them away. 
You lose your sweater, and then make quick work of Xiaojun’s as well. You stand there in front of him in panties, socks, and an undershirt as you tug at the fastening for his jeans, as you get too exasperated by your still-cold fingers not totally cooperating with you, and you just plunge your hand down the front of his pants instead.
Xiaojun moans at the touch of your cold fingers on his heated skin, pressing down his abdomen towards the base of his cock. You kiss him quiet, and he bucks into your touch. 
After waiting so long all day to finally be truly touching each other, neither of you moves particularly fast right now. 
Xiaojun’s hands go to your ass, tugging you against him, and you pant against his mouth when his fingers push aside your panties and he slides his long middle finger through your wetness. You both just take it slow, touching each other at your own pace, kissing, soaking in the steam of the room. 
“Should we actually get in the shower?” Xiaojun asks after a few minutes of this. He presses a kiss to the corner of your lips. “Why waste the water?”
Each of you lose those last few articles of clothing, and when you step into the shower, Xiaojun’s right behind you, his chest against your back as you feel the shower’s warm spray wash over you. His hands explore–your hips and thighs, a finger gliding briefly over your clit, he kisses your shoulders and neck, his fingers toy with your nipples. His name echoes off the bathroom walls as you moan for him when he fits his cock right up against your pussy, snug between your thighs pressed tight together. 
Xiaojun wraps his arms around you as he rocks his hips forward, fucking your thighs, teasing your clit, and he keeps up his attack on your shoulders and throat. You’re certain you’ll be left with marks for days to come, but in the moment you don’t give a damn. 
You really like the slick feeling of Xiaojun driving his cock between your thighs, the way that his tip glides against your clit, and when he draws his hips back just enough, the head of his cock drags and catches at your entrance, and if he would just shift a little in the right way he’d be inside you. It’s like it’s his turn to tease you now after what you’d done to him in bed this morning. 
“Oh, darling,” he moans against your throat, teeth scraping lightly. “I might cum just like this. Your thighs are so soft. Your pussy is leaking all over me too.”
Xiaojun keeps going, and you claw at his arms wrapped around you as the tease of his cock against you grows to be too much. You beg, “Please, Xiaojun, just want you inside me!”
He ignores your pleading, begging, whining to be filled. His breath comes in sharp bursts, gasps and quiet groans as he grows closer, and as you look down, tipping your head against the shower’s spray, you can see the pink tip of his cock appearing between your pussy lips, and to your utter delight (and slight disappointment, too), you watch as his pearly cum spits from the tip, squirting down the fronts of your thighs, smearing over your clit and your pussy lips. 
You moan too when Xiaojun bites down on your shoulder, the stinging pain of it is nearly enough to make you cum too. 
Xiaojun sinks to his knees, his voice rough when he tells you to turn around, and you obey, immediately knitting your fingers through his hair, spreading your legs for your boyfriend to dip his head forward. Xiaojun licks at the drips of cum clinging to your thighs, he sucks at your clit, using his tongue to clean the rest of his mess from your pussy, and once he’s deemed you clean, Xiaojun rises to his feet.
You start to whine, pressing one hand at his shoulder and the other tugging down on his hair, trying to force him back to his knees to continue eating you out.
But Xiaojun has other plans. He grips your chin with one hand, and you open your mouth, watching in dazed obedience as Xiaojun leans in, as he purses his lips, and he spits into your gaping mouth the cum he’s just gathered up. 
“Swallow for me, darling.” 
You do as commanded, holding out your tongue afterwards as proof. 
Xiaojun’s mouth crashes against yours, the kiss harsh, but his hands are tender as he holds you against him. Your pussy is still wet, still throbbing with the need for your own orgasm, and Xiaojun must understand that as he edges you back against the shower wall, his knee coming up between your legs, and he doesn’t have to say another word. Neither of you pause in the kiss as you start rubbing yourself on his thigh, clutching at him as you use his leg to get yourself off.
It’s rather rare that Xiaojun gets quite this dominant with you, but you love it dearly. You enjoy how he holds you right now like you’re so small, the way that he kisses you so hungrily like he might swallow you whole, and the way that he moans when you finally push yourself over the edge and he feels you squirting on his thigh. 
You slump against Xiaojun’s shoulder, all strength gone from your limbs. 
“Perfect,” Xiaojun murmurs, kissing you once more softly. “So good for me, darling.” 
Though the water has begun to run a bit cold by this point, neither of you really mind. Quickly, you rinse each other off, a quick shampoo and a scrub, and then you’re stepping out of the shower and straight into your bedroom. You drag Xiaojun down into the bed with you, over you, and he’s got his lips on your body before you can even ask for it. He traces the lingering water droplets on your skin with his tongue, following them anywhere they might go until he’s breathing warm against your pussy.
Xiaojun’s gentle with you now, eating you out slowly, caressing your thighs as he guides them over his shoulders. He brings you to a shuddering orgasm just like that, his name a chant on your lips, your toes curl against his back. Xiaojun lifts himself from between the warm haven of your thighs, pulling himself over you, and you tangle your arms behind his neck, squeeze your legs around his hips, and he sinks into you cockfirst.
Maybe you’re a little cock-drunk, blissed out from the two orgasms in such close proximity and well on your way to a third, but you can’t stop yourself from telling him you love him, over and over again, moaning it softly in between kissing Xiaojun. And he smiles down at you, his fingers stroking your cheek, murmuring it back to you with each of his deep rocking thrusts into you.
You cum for a third time like this, face-to-face with your boyfriend, overwhelmed by the pleasure and by the feeling of being so incredibly in love with him. It embarrasses you a little as you’re coming back down, your face feels hot, your eyes wet, your core throbs with the knowledge that it won’t take much to pull a fourth orgasm from you.
When you try to get Xiaojun to move, to change into another position than this one where he’s looking you full in the face while you’re feeling shy, he just shakes his head.
“I like to look at you, darling. You’re beautiful.”
“That’s cheesy,” you pout, lifting your hands to cover your face. Tears leak out of your eyes, matched with a moan as Xiaojun’s cock hits just right inside you. “Fuck, Jun. Gonna make me unable to walk tomorrow.”
He moans low in his throat. “That’s alright. It’s gonna keep snowing, and we won’t even be able to leave the apartment tomorrow. I’ll wait on you hand and foot if you can’t walk.”
That sounds really nice. Taking a snow day together, not leaving bed. And if all it takes to get Xiaojun to wait hand and foot on you is for him to fuck you senseless, well, that’s just something you’ll have to aim for. You moan from the sensitivity as Xiaojun swipes his thumb in tight circles over your clit, his even thrusts carrying you right into that highly prized fourth orgasm. This time you feel the tears pouring from your eyes, desperate sounds leaking from your lips with increasing volume (God, you hope your neighbors can’t hear).
When you move your hands away from your face so you can see him, Xiaojun’s gaze goes soft at the sight of your tears and the sounds of your overstimulated cries. He leans in, kissing your cheeks, getting a taste of your tears. “I can stop.”
You shake your head. “No, no. Keep going.”
“You sure?” He asks. “Can you cum one more time for me, darling? Can you cum with Daddy?”
Now that’s a new one. He’s never called himself that, never asked you to call him that either. But that’s not to say that you don’t like it, especially not right now when you’re crying for him to keep going, when your fingertips are tingling with the pleasure, your body barely containing the spillover into your next orgasm.
“Can you do that?” Xiaojun asks again, awaiting your answer.
You nod. “Yeah, please. I can cum once more, Jun.”
It feels incredibly intimate when Xiaojun locks his gaze on yours, holding himself above you, and he rocks forward in slow, deep thrusts. It’s a slow thing, the pressure building, the buzzing in your ears increasing, the tingling in your fingertips and toes spreading. You reach for Xiaojun’s shoulder, for his back, digging your fingers into whatever part of him you can, and you gasp his name, your head rolling back on the pillow as this orgasm crests inside you like a wave.
Time pauses right there at the crest of the wave, and for a moment you feel like you’re drowning in it. And then Xiaojun presses into you one more time, and his orgasm overwhelms him too, and the heat of his climax inside you pushes the wave of your orgasm on, bringing it crashing down at full force through you.
You think you must’ve blacked out a little bit because when you next come to, you’re tucked in beneath the blankets with Xiaojun beside you. He’s watching you, gently twisting a small section of your hair around his finger. You can see through the window over his shoulder; snow is still falling against the gray sky. Maybe there’s some truth to his prediction about tomorrow.
The day’s not over yet. It’s still mid-afternoon, and although you could easily drift off into a comfortable nap right there in the warm bed with Xiaojun, you know that you shouldn’t. 
“Can you read to me?” You ask Xiaojun, stifling a yawn. “I was almost finished reading my book earlier. It’s still in my bag.”
Xiaojun kisses your forehead before leaving bed, going to fetch the book out of your bag in the living room. When he returns he’s smiling, holding the book. “It’s about time you finish this one.”
It’s the one that he’d reserved for you what’s been months ago now. The copy reserved for you alone behind the desk at the bookstore, that Ten had handed over with an all-knowing grin. 
Xiaojun settles back into bed with you, leaning up against the headboard as you slide closer, lifting yourself up against the pillows, resting your head on his shoulder as he opens the book to the page where you’d left off at the store earlier. You close your eyes as he starts to read, and you get lost in the soothing cadence of your boyfriend’s voice, the story playing out across the backs of your eyelids, though you occasionally open your eyes to glance at Xiaojun’s face. 
You’ve always loved watching his face when you’re reading to him or, like now, when he’s reading to you. He lets the emotions flit freely across his face–his confusion, his surprise, his happiness, his sadness or anger or frustration. 
Truly, you’re on the verge of sleep by the time that Xiaojun reaches the final page. The story is wrapping up nicely, peacefully, but there are still questions left to be answered in the next installment of the series. You bat your heavy eyes, seeing the words swim across the page as Xiaojun’s voice reads them. And you try to follow along, down to the very last sentence.
“The end,” Xiaojun finishes, though those words aren’t printed on the page. “Now, you can finally say that you’ve finished this book that I just had to hold back for you months ago.”
You turn your face against his shoulder, ready to snuggle in, drag him into a nap with you, but as Xiaojun turns the page in the book, flipping through the author’s acknowledgements and the other extra pages in the back, you catch a glimpse of something that doesn’t seem to belong.
“What’s that?” You ask, sitting up slightly, suddenly alert. You reach for the book.
Xiaojun jerks it away, snapping the book shut. “What’s what? The book’s over.”
His answer is undoubtedly suspicious. You reach for the book again, and this time you succeed in snatching it away. You bring it into your lap, half tilting your body away from Xiaojun’s, though he presses up along your back to look over your shoulder as you flip through the pages, seeking the page towards the very end of the book.
At last, you find it.
Tucked behind the author’s acknowledgements, on a blank page that precedes a sneak preview of the next book in the series, there is a handwritten scrawl in slightly smudged blue ink. The same shade of blue ink that you’ve often seen staining the side of Xiaojun’s hand from dragging along pages he’s had to fill out at the bookstore with the blue pens they keep at the register. 
You glance over your shoulder at him, and suddenly he’s looking anywhere but at you or the book.
“Xiao Dejun?” You ask. He doesn’t turn back around, so you seek your answer on the page instead.
First, you see your name in Xiaojun’s handwriting, at the top of the page. And below it is a message:
I just want to let you know that having you come into the store is the highlight of my week. I know we don’t really know each other, not when we’ve only ever spoken here in the store, only ever about books or shows or movies or whatever drink I make for you in the cafe. But I want to get to know you better. I like you, and I hope you like me too. The guys here at the store are already giving me hell for this because Ten says my crush on you is so obvious that you must not like me back, and I’m just really hoping that maybe you’re oblivious to the way I feel. 
As much as I like talking with you, using showing you around the store as an excuse even though I know that by this point you must know this store as well as I do, I want to see you outside the store sometime on a date. I want to take you out to dinner, if you’ll let me.
If you don’t feel the same, we can pretend that I never wrote this. We don’t ever have to talk about this, and we can just go on with our friendly customer-employee interactions. I’ll still make you surprise drinks when you come into the cafe. This doesn’t have to change anything unless you want it to. 
Yours, 
Xiaojun
ps. If you don’t feel the same, and if you have to find a different bookstore or cafe to go to, the vanilla chai latte is the drink that’s your favorite. 
For several long moments, you sit there in bed beside Xiaojun, your eyes tracing the letters on the page, fingers brushing along the edge of the paper where he carefully wrote down this note months ago. The note that you’re only just now reading for the first time. No wonder he’d looked so disappointed when you told him that you hadn’t finished the book yet. And then weeks had gone by and you never mentioned the book to him again, not until that day you first had him over. Now that relief he’d shown when he realized you’d never even opened the book made so much more sense too. 
You hadn’t rejected his feelings, you were still oblivious to them. 
But now, you can’t help wondering how you were so blind? Your fingers run over the ink dried onto the page, his postscript message about the vanilla chai latte. 
There were days back then, back before this was a thing between you and Xiaojun, when you would come into the cafe part of the store and smile at Xiaojun behind the counter and ask him to make for you whatever drink he felt like making. Some were hits, several were misses, but there was one drink that you loved more than any other because of the smoothness and the layers of spice snd sweetness as you cradled it in your hands while perusing the shelves of the store. 
He never told you the names of the drinks, and you never asked because you liked the surprise, but you were always curious what your favorite one was called. 
“Xiao Dejun,” you whisper, lifting your gaze from the page to look at your boyfriend. 
He’s still not looking at you. A touch of color on his cheeks tells you that he’s possibly a bit embarrassed by this love note. 
“You know I love you, so why are you acting embarrassed?” You tease him, moving over to straddle him so you can see his face. “My Xiaojun, getting embarrassed long after the fact, after everything else we’ve done and said?”
He sighs. “But it’s cheesy. I don’t know what I was thinking, trying to ask you out like that. It’s not like it worked, anyway.”
“No, it’s romantic.” You smile, “And how were you supposed to know that I hoard books instead of reading them? Also, it worked out anyway. We’re here now, aren’t we?” 
You press the book against Xiaojun’s chest, and when he looks down at it with a little frown of confusion, you smile wider. “Can you read it to me? I want to hear you say it.”
He puts up only a half-hearted protest before he lifts the book from his chest, looking down at the words he wrote. You settle down on his lap, and Xiaojun rests the book against your belly. 
As Xiaojun begins to read the love note to you, his voice shakes slightly, the nerves from the past bleeding into the present. By the time he nears the end, his voice steadies, his tone soft as he speaks his feelings. 
“Yours,” he pauses here at the end, lifting his gaze up to meet yours, and then, “Forever, your Xiaojun.”
“My darling, Xiaojun.” You pluck the book away, tossing it aside into the bedsheets, and you cup Xiaojun’s handsome face in your hands, pulling his mouth to yours.
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a/n: honestly, I lowkey feel like this fic was all over the place lol there were multiple different ways I wanted to take this that I ended up changing my mind about, like I briefly considered a vampire xiaojun storyline which would’ve consisted of him biting her and drinking from her after the twilight marathon, I was going to have a big dramatic breakup scene that of course ended up with them getting back together after she finished reading the book he reserved for her because of that little love note he left in it, but I couldn’t decide on a reason for them to break up, so this is what happened instead
As always, I hope you enjoyed! I love our multi-faceted Xiaojun who is nerdy and soft but also can be very stereotypically masculine and muscley. Please show your love and thoughts through reblogs, comments, messages, and likes 💗 thank you!
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writemekpop · 7 months
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Hips Don't Lie | Xiao Dejun (Xiaojun)
Summary: Your boyfriend Xiaojun catches you staring at his body – and gives you a suitable punishment.
Genre: Boyfriend!Xiaojun, suggestive
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You were sprawled out on the couch, watching your handsome boyfriend Xiaojun doing push ups in the middle of the living room.
You admired the way his biceps flexed, and his short, sharp pants every time he pushed himself off the floor. The veins in his neck flared with effort. You imagined licking the beads of sweat right off them.  
“Damn, you’ve got a really nice body,” you muttered under your breath.
Xiaojun stood up, smirking. Eyes locked with yours, he pulled off his T shirt and chucked it onto the floor.
You caught sight of his lean torso. The smattering of black hair that wound down his abs made you dizzy.
Xiaojun watched as you stared at him.
“Like what you see?” he said, grinning widely.
“Hell yeah.” You licked your lips. “Come here, baby. Give mama a taste.”
Xiaojun scrunched up his face, cheeks warming.
“Stop objectifying me!” he said, covering his face in mock horror.
You stuck out your tongue. “Shh, you love it.”
Although Xiaojun angled his body away from you, he was smiling. But in doing so, he erevealed his muscled back, which only made your mouth water more.
You jumped up off the couch and ran towards your boyfriend.
You grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face you. Then, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight against your chest.
Xiaojun wriggled in your arms, whining. “Let go, I’m so sweaty!”
You just pulled him closer, whispering, “It’s a good thing I’m thirsty for you.”
Xiaojun laughed, relaxing his body completely against yours. You could feel every muscle pushed up against you. It made your heart pound.
“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Xiaojun whispered, his low voice sending shockwaves to your core. “I don’t give this to just anybody. Now let’s get naked, get in the shower, and you can show me how much you love this body…”
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bigkpopstan · 4 months
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wayv as camboys
18+ content.
warnings; toys, dick sucking mention, ten in feminine clothing, edging, bondage/strength kink (restraining), dom/sub dynamics, anal/penetration mention, size kink (size king 🫶), orgasm control/denial, dirty talk, humiliation/degradation, voyeurism (faux caught masturbating content), private shows mention, oral fixation mention, collab content, hair pulling, hands free orgasm, mutual masturbation, exhibition, bodily fluids (cum and salvia). I think that’s all:)
gods my first proper post in forever and it’s not enha, surprising (they’re still my ults I swear).
-> Kun
homey-vibe, always has great, mostly (usually) natural lighting. Always in the comfort of his own home, mostly his bed, and doesn’t stray too far from vanilla content; only occasionally bringing his toys into the content. I genuinely have no idea how this man has a following, he wouldn’t show his face, isn’t particularly loud or talkative (in content), and wouldn’t read comments or take requests. A mystery how this man would be well known in the industry. Since they don’t see him lose composure or reactions much, his viewers feel blessed when they see his hands grip the sheets beside him, it’s especially a good morning when it’s followed by him cumming more/harder than expected/usual. Doesn’t do it often but records so close to his dick that it looks like a dick-sucking pov.
-> Ten
Camboy Ten’s wardrobe would be very…delicate and feminine. A lot of lace, knee-high socks, chokers with the occasional collar and kitty ears. Likes to make himself enough of a mess (usually from edging) that his thighs would be uncontrollably shaky starting from just before he cums until after he calms down. He does more chat interaction before a scene and maybe some after but during he’s completely into; focusing on the pleasure. he’s very…authentic as a camboy where his enjoyment and reactions are genuine/real. His viewers enjoy watching him try to restrain himself during edging sessions but they also really enjoy watching him being restrained by a partner while being dommed. Uses a lot of toys and enjoys anal, a lot of his toys tend to be on the bigger or more girthy side.
-> Winwin
he’s like Kun in the way that it’s rare for him to interact with the chat, yet he’s more vocal while pleasing himself. He’ll moan and groan though he is the type to hold them back so they’re usually muffled other than something is really good and he’ll slip causing a moan to slip past his lips. On the topic of embarrassing sounds, sometimes instead of them coming out louder than he intended he’ll whimper, and his body curls in on itself from the pleasure. Seems like the type to get cold while jerking off so he’ll usually be in a sweater during streams in soft lighting or with leds on in a dark room. Mostly vanilla content, but occasionally he’ll let his chat boss him around and tell him what or how to do something and when to cum.
-> Xiaojun
so so much chat interaction, usually he’ll read something in a deep voice and chuckle in the same tone before replying, occasionally a sharp inhale or moan before his reply as well. Plays into roles more than the rest of the guys, where he’s more outwardly vocally expressive about his…preferred role in scenes. So Xiaojun, is very into dirty talking to his chat, again the deep sultry voice with humiliating tones with the way he chuckles at what was said in his chat, degrading his viewers<3. He likes to set up his cams as if you guys are catching him, or watching him unbeknownst to him during the scene but will bring it up during a scripted dialogue in his next stream. Occasional private shows when his schedule clears up and his viewers go nuts for it. Secret oral fixation.
-> Hendery
does collabs yet not as much as yang, though he and his partners exchange more mutual touching. Hendery doesn’t lose his composure much on stream but it’s more likely when a partner is involved so his viewers tend to enjoy getting and seeing those reactions or moments from him, especially when his partner pulls his hair. Even the slightest touch from a partner causes him to shiver or curl into himself from a sensitivity he only feels from another person’s hands on his body. Does a decent amount of chat interactions and request-taking, but nothing over the top/overplayed or overreacted though. The hardest he came in a solo stream he was using a hands-free vibrator on his cock, his viewers had never seen him squirm so much before (or ever again)
-> Yangyang
does collab content way more than the rest of wayv. It doesn’t involve too much of him and the partners touching each other, i see a lot of mutual masturbation for camboy yangyang, despite his viewers absolutely begging for more touching to be involved in them. A lot of exhibition content from him or voyeur content, yangyang little perv agenda, his viewers enjoy watching him try to keep his noises down. He enjoys teasing his fanbase with selfies; so after Xiaojun, yangyang is next in line for “fan” service. God makes this really pretty face right before he cums, his brows would furrow, his eyes roll back a bit, and his lips would be brought in as he leans his head back before making a mess. Messy, he leaks a lot and bites causing him to salivate a lot.
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