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I wanna hold on tighter thats just the way I'm wired: Chapter 2

🏹Feng Xin/reader🏹

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Hands roamed.

Feng Xin broke the kiss to remove his top and toss it to the floor in one swift movement. You watched the fabric briefly obstruct his soft face as it revealed his bare upper body. Strong, healthy, and built from training.

Before his hands were back on you, you unbuttoned and removed your bottoms, kicking them free before you dragged him back to you by his lips.

Like his cheek, his skin burned, and soon even your own shirt was constricting.

Without breaking another kiss, you grabbed one of his hands and led it under your shirt. You were aching for the feeling of his callouses rubbing against your skin. He happily followed and gripped your waist, rubbing his thumbs along the length of your ribs, from your sides, toward your belly and back, in slow drawn-out motions.

Your hands wrapped back around his neck as you closed your eyes and let out the smallest of gasps.

He smiled against your lips, but not before returning to grab your lower lip between his teeth like before.

When the gnawing on your lip let go, your eyes flew open searching for where the touch had gone. However, it immediately reappeared under your chin right above your pulse. Your head subconsciously drew back, inviting the feeling further.

Feng Xin nipped at the exposed skin on your neck with his teeth, before soothing the bite with a brief massage from the tip of his tongue and moving along to find a new patch of skin to stimulate.

You had let yourself drown in the feeling of his love bites, wishing them to continue forever. But the next thing to catch your attention was a sudden pressure between your legs. Feng Xin had shifted to press his knee against you and, in time with his teeth on your neck, was ever so slightly rubbing with a solid but gentle heaviness.

You had opened your mouth to gasp, but the heavy exhale from your lungs passed through your vocal cords and vibrated, resulting in a quiet, nearly imperceptible moan.

Nearly.

In response, Feng Xin immediately returned his lips to yours and kissed you deeply. “Do that again,” he whispered into your mouth. His knee rubbing between your legs picked up again. “I want to swallow that little noise you made.”

His words caused your hips to shift, searching for better contact. You kissed him deeply in the process, biting his lip as he did yours, before abruptly breaking away and whispering breathily into his ear, “Then earn it.”

He chuckled, “Alright,” and moved a hand from your hip until it was kneading the soft flesh under your thigh, slowly making its way further up and in toward its anticipated destination.

The pressure from his knee drew back and was suddenly replaced by his hand teasing the waistband of your underwear. Slowly teasing the tips of his fingers under the fabric, but not daring to remove it.

He then withdrew his hand from the waistband before cupping the fabric between your legs with his palm, and painfully slowly dragging upward.

You caught a gasp in your throat at the sensation of his hand through the thin fabric of your underwear and smiled at him. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”

He kissed your smile “Who said I was done?” and slipped his fingers under the last layer of protective fabric making contact with your sensitive and now bare skin.

You gasped at the sensation, drawing a deep breath of air into your lungs before shakily exhaling in articulated gasps.

His fingers danced around, stroking the less sensitive perimeter of your intimate spot slowly and occasionally daring to dip one finger closer to the center, gathering some moisture, before exploring another part of you.

His touch continued along the perimeter, then center, and finally back again. But this time when his fingers trailed up, they kept going until they carefully made contact with the small bundle of nerves he was looking for.

The contact sent an earthquake through your hips and aftershocks up your spine. Noticing your reaction, he grazed the same spot again, and your hips rocked in kind. You dug fingernails into the back of his neck, and it earned you a stifled grunt in his throat.

While he was busy, a thought suddenly appeared in your mind and before you could tame yourself, your free knee moved to catch Feng Xin between the legs and to push against the hardness under his clothing before he could stop you.

The result was a deep rumbling gasp from his throat that you determined had to qualify as one of the most stimulating sounds you had ever heard this man make.

“Do that again,” you murmured with a grin, echoing his own words into his ear.

He stopped. The fingers between your legs paused in contemplation before they were retracted all together.

Before he proceeded, the only words of warning you received were “You first,” before he swiftly removed your underwear completely with both hands, flipped you around and rolled, placing your back up against his, and gripping strong arms around your chest sitting you both upright, legs separated.

He kept you that way. Open. As his arms each snuck around your midsection and met with the soft skin of your inner thighs.

“I don’t mind waiting my turn.” His lips brushed up against the tip of your ear, and then his hands resumed, teasing you until you were putty in his arms.

His middle and ring fingers settled on your most sensitive spot, rubbing slightly. Eventually those fingers slipped down into your wetness and teased your pulsing opening, touching everywhere except where you wanted him. His other hand continued to rub the bundle of nerves he had abandoned earlier.

You turned your head to see his face out of the corner of your eye. He towered over you, but you didn’t care. You loved looking up at him. “Fucking tease,” you threatened. You wanted to see what he’d do.

Feng Xin smiled, “You still think I want to kiss you with that potty mouth?”

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk when every other word out of your own mouth is ‘fuck.’”

He kissed you suddenly and spoke, “You won’t be much better off once I’m done with you.” And with that he slipped a finger into you fully and easily.

Your breath hitched but you didn’t make a sound.

He added a second finger quickly, making note of how relaxed you already were, and then began curling them both away from you.

You tightened. He kept going. Finding a rhythm between the curls and thrusts of his fingers inside you with the external stimulation from his other hand.

“Fucker,” you playfully whispered. The teasing had already been more than you could bare, if he kept this up it wouldn’t be long until you unraveled on his fingers.

“That’s my girl,” he responded. He stopped thrusting and you felt his arm flex to find a different angle. A deeper angle. And then, leading with his buried fingers, he began to pull upward as if he was powerfully drawing the string on his bow.

The movement targeted inside you right where you were weakest. Your mouth dropped open, head flung back onto his shoulder, and your eyes snapped shut. However, you let no sound escape.

The sight was disappointing to Feng Xin so he tried again. Over and over, massaging that gummy part of you with his fingers and the punishing pull of his arm time and time again.

His other hand kept up too, rubbing at you to mirror the same rhythm, the two movements working together like the double strings of a crossbow, being drawn together tighter and tighter and at the same time. The head of the arrow aiming directly at its target.

Until you could no longer bare it and *SNAP* the bowstring released, sending the arrow soaring.

Feng Xin had hit a bullseye.

Both of his hands continued to fuck you through the explosion of bliss in your body, each movement kicking your balloon of pleasure as high as he could force, until he eventually decided it had been in the air for long enough and let it pop on the ground.

Yet you did not make a sound, restricting your body to labored breathing. If he wanted to hear you moan, he would need to rip it from you. His hands wouldn’t be enough.

The glint of triumph in your glazed eyes was enough to communicate that to him.

He laid you back on the bed to recover, making a show of him stripping out of the last layer of clothing separating him from you.

Just the sight of the size that sprung free from the fabric made you ache. And that ache hurriedly pushed your post-orgasm feeling past and encouraged you to chase the next one.

He was on top of you the next second. Skin on skin, mouth on mouth. Nothing could separate his touch on you now. Both of you were entirely naked and vulnerable in each other’s embrace.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his legs once again, but this time without any restriction of clothing. You felt a prodding warmth graze the needlingly sensitive wetness between your legs and you felt your lower half relax as if you intended to draw it inside.

While one of your hands rested on his shoulder, the other dropped below and guided his arousal toward where you wanted him. You rolled your hips to coat him in the remnants of your lingering and dripping climax and both of you gasped. Then you slowly lowered yourself, allowing him into you with the utmost caution.

He was big. So big it took you a good while before your body could open up enough to even begin to take him. And another moment to allow entrance without pain. But soon enough his full thickness was engulfed by you.

There was still just so much more length to go.

An idea washed over you once you accommodated more of the size inside of you. With every passing moment your body grew hungrier and more impatient. The only way to satisfy your craving was to gorge yourself on the meal you desperately wanted.

You meaningfully looked deep into Feng Xin’s brown eyes and sighed before promptly let gravity crash your hips down into his lap with a hard and wet slap.

He was fully inside.

The penetration into you was sudden and so deep. The overwhelming wave of pleasure and pain rushed over you, and you responded with a sharp gasp.

Your head had been thrown back from the deep and painful impact of him on your cervix. You began to grind your hips on him, feeling that deep pressure prod at your deepest point, as if making a threat that you wanted him to go deeper.

Feng Xin made a face and a noise that seemed to want to make good on that threat.

It felt so good to be around him.

You could only guess how he felt to be so perfectly nestled inside you.

He grabbed your hips, indicating he wanted to move.

“Wait!” you cried suddenly, eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy.

You exclamation scared him, worried that he’d hurt you. His face cooled from hot and hungry to frozen and fearful in an instant. He wrapped your neck and back in a supportive embrace while he scanned your face suddenly asking in a panic, “What’s wrong?”

You’re eyes were half lidded and watering from his intrusion and you responded in a shaky voice, “I just want to feel you.” You subconsciously clenched around him. “Don’t move. I want to stay full.” Tears began to fall from your eyes.

Feng Xin’s eyes grew wide as he processed your words. Your tears startled him. His pause indicating how worried he was until you looked at him in assurance, permitting him to continue.

“I didn’t know how starving you were,” he teased.

You could feel both your own pulse and that of the god inside you at the point where you were connected. For the time being, his heartbeat existed within your body. And the thought of that alone was nearly enough to send you into the sky for the second time.

You hauled your mind far from the edge of that high.

Feng Xin wrapped strong arms around you. Grounding you to the point where you became one.

You then began to snake your arms around Feng Xin’s neck. And before settling your chin on his shoulder, you whispered, “Xin-er…” your voice soaked in insinuated suggestion.

Feng Xin froze.

You continued, “A-xin,” you nibbled and sucked on his earlobe then took a hot breath before weakly whispering into his ear, “I want you.”

The man in and around you trembled imperceptibly. Then he contemplated. And then finally made his next move.

With a terrifying explosion of animalistic brawn and while still fully nestled inside, he flipped both of you over, so you were once again under him and on your back.

Any sort of restraint Feng Xin had been clinging onto had since evaporated, and he pulled out from you entirely only to slam back inside once again.

Over and over and over.

The pace wasn’t fast, but it was hard and drawn out. Each thrust like the release of an arrow from his bowstring. With every thrust, the head of each arrow assaulted your favorite spot deep inside you.

The coils in your gut were on fire from the repeated impacts. The blaze grew hotter every time he bottomed out. Your thoughts jumbled and time slowed within the walls of your mind.

You could barely remember what had led you to this point. The only thought that ricocheted around your brain was just how good it felt to have Feng Xin moving inside you like this.

His force was unrelenting and his stamina unsurpassed. He fucked into you with a passion no less than how he kissed you.

Intentional, hard, and with an infinite amount of love.

It wasn’t long before his persistence ripped the sounds he wanted out of you. And once you broke, you gave up trying to hold back.

It was impossible for you to suppress your sounds anyway, so you directed them right into his mouth. You took a choked breath before the impact followed by a drawn out vocal whine as he prepared his aim to thrust again. Until he burrowed back in and the cycle of your sounds continued.

Each thrust grew harder and more accented as he consumed your moans. They seemed to be fueling him. Each sound he ate up from you funneled directly into the force of the impacts aimed within you.

The beautiful abuse made you feel dumb. Thoughtlessly, you uttered an answer to the question your body had been asking for too long, “Ju Yang,” another thrust hit you. “I see now.”

That little phrase of yours earned you an extra poignant thrust to your insides and a pained moan escaped from you into his mouth. He had not let a single one you fed him go to waste.

He kissed you again after this especially loud moan, and upped his pace, still maintaining his depth.

He had already fucked you dumb but now he was just about to fuck you crazy with pleasure as well.

With every last bit of strength you had left holding you back from your release, you looked into his beautiful golden-brown eyes and breathily uttered, “A-xin.”

He looked at you in response but with not any difference in his rhythm.

“Come with me,” you commanded.

He already had no intention of letting you down. He continued to showcase the true power and stamina of a god yet still as his rhythmic movements grew even more intense. Your mind could not take much more of this euphoric beating. The feeling would soon devour you.

“Feng Xin,” you mindlessly uttered as you placed your hand on his cheek and shut your eyes. You gathered all your remaining composure, directed it to the man above you…

…and you prayed.

You prayed to your god.

The only god you had ever wanted to worship.

The god above you now.

And the god still pounding a waterfall pleasure deep within you, daring you to suffocate because your lungs had now forgotten how to breathe.

His unrelenting pursuit of your orgasm was finally achieved at the height of your breathless hypoxia, melting the rest of your composure along with the tightness in your core.

Gasping loudly from your lack of air, you released, projecting the entire explosion of pleasure into your prayer to him and squeezing the impossibly large size inside you, as if to drag Feng Xin off your cliff of bliss with you.

Your intention was successful. You prayer was heard.

A prayer like none other than he had received before. It poured nothing but your ecstasy into his mind, drowning him in the crushing sensation of your release that was soon to make him gasp from his own.

His eyes flew open, and he looked down at your beautifully pleasured face in realization. A face being pleasured by him, and him alone.

Between your squeeze engulfing him and the heavenly fanfare of your prayer invading his mind on top of it all, his steadfast rhythm became erratic and harder still. He inhaled sharply before hammering into you while he bottomed out one, two, and three more times, preventing you from coming down from your own high, and then buried himself impossibly deep as he came.

He only muttered the strained word, “Fuck,” and sung a melodic whine into your mouth as he filled you.

You felt his release spread within your gut. You felt him twitch as you uncontrollably squeezed, your body and soul still miles from the ground. Your body drew out every last drop from his release and your mouth ate up every moan from his as you pulsed around him.

You devoured his beautiful sounds. You locked your legs around his waist as your body tried to slowly glide down from the heights of your own orgasm with his, both pairs of your hips subtly grinding on their own to subtly shift his fullness within you.

The pair of you stayed connected like this for a while. Your arms and legs wrapped around him, his strong hands holding you in an indestructibly warm embrace, and your insides contracting at increasing intervals around the feeling of which you never wanted to leave from you.

You tried to catch your breath before you spoke. “Don’t move,” your hot breath whispered to him, exhausted.

Feng Xin obeyed. His broad chest heaved. Strands of loose hair stuck to his forehead, where beads of sweat kissed his temples. A few capillaries dripped down his neck and onto his breathing chest. A few more dripped further still.

His body seemed to be glowing. Like there was a halo of light surrounding him. Some sort of shimmering bronze reflection from his skin that bewildered your eyes. His skin was as hot as the embers of a metal-forging inferno, only now beginning to die out.

He was beautiful. In every sense of the word. The man above you made you feel so good, so safe, and so loved. You were in complete awe as you looked up at him from the view on your back.

He was your angel.

Your god.

And you loved him.

Feng Xin didn’t dare pull out. And you didn’t dare ask him to.

Your thoughts are words were one in the same. Your mouth speaking at the exact moment the thought was formed. “I wish I could be full of you all the time.” But it was the truth.

“Is that a prayer?” He chided in response.

“Only if you answer.”

He carefully kissed you in reassurance. Slowly. Deeply. “Always.”

This was perfect. He was perfect.

“I will never leave your side.” He promised between peppered kisses. “I will protect you until the end of time.”

He looked into your soft eyes. You saw the world reflected in his. Your world. A world you would share together. Until the end of everything.

Just a god and his most devoted believer.

Forever inseparable.

fin

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