#dejun smut

[sluttyten]

toying with you

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tags: magical dildo, masturbation, cumming untouched, blowjobs, getting caught(?), voyeurism

length: 2973 words

Rather early on in the relationship, you’d revealed to Xiaojun the truth about you. You were a witch. Not the stereotypical spooky kind of witch illustrated in Halloween decorations and horror movies. You described it to him as being like a Harry Potter kind of witch, to which Xiaojun had immediately begun asking you Harry Potter related questions to gauge exactly what you meant. 

What you meant was that you were raised in a family of magic-users. All the women in your family were witches, all the men were wizards.

Magic was an everyday part of your life growing up, and you were homeschooled with your siblings and some of the other magical kids in your town until you reached your early teen years when you went away to a magical boarding school to learn more about your magic, to learn to control it and enhance it. So quite a lot like the Harry Potter series but without the evil wizards trying to disrupt the school year, and to your eternal disappointment (and Xiaojun’s, once you tell him) dragons still aren’t real. 

So he knows about your incredible magical powers. Xiaojun knows and frequently takes advantage of the opportunities that having a magical partner presents him. 

The power of invisibility, the power to teleport yourself from one place to the next, to summon things. You can clone things exactly. You can send him secret messages that no one else has the ability to read. Once you performed a spell that let you both share a dream, which had led to some pretty crazy and otherwise impossible sex. 

Sometimes the magic makes it easier when you’re doing long distance — when he’s traveling with the members for tour or whatever — or even when he’s just super busy with schedules and you never get any time together. 

But the easiest and best thing about your magic is when you make a magical replica of Xiaojun’s dick. 

He came over to your place very late one night after a long, exhausting schedule. As he stepped fresh and warm and damp from the shower to snuggle into bed with you, wrapping you in his arms, he’d apologized that he was gone so often. “I’m sorry, baby. I know I’m not taking care of you like I should.” 

You hardly ever got time together while he was working on their upcoming album release, and during what little time you got, he was too tired to want to have sex. You understood. That’s what your favorite toys were for, but it’s just not the same as having your boyfriend inside you, a flesh and blood hard penis. Your silicone toys just can’t satisfy you in the same way. 

“I’m sorry,” Xiaojun apologizes again, yawning sleepily, not even able to open his eyes. “You deserve more than just your toys. As soon as this album is finished I’m locking myself in here with you, and no one is allowed to disturb us until we can’t take anymore of each other.” 

He smiles still without opening his eyes when you kiss his cheek. “Wouldn’t it be nice if there were two of you? One of you could go to work, and the other could stay here with me, fuck me right, let me take you out on dates.”

Xiaojun hums pleasantly. “Or you at least wish I could leave my cock behind?”

You laugh, and comb your fingers through his hair. “That would be interesting. Use it like a toy while you’re away.”

“Sounds like fun, baby.” Xiaojun mumbles, yawning once more. “I would love that.”

Within seconds, he’s asleep, snoring softly as he holds you close. You should be right behind him in falling asleep, but the mental imagery of what you had just been talking about keeps playing over and over in your mind. And the more you think about it, the more you want it. And the more you want it, your brain begins plotting a spell to make it reality. 

You don’t steal Xiaojun’s penis. You leave it fully attached, unlike in that silly scenario. But you sit up and peel back the covers, looking down at your boyfriend’s bare body. Xiaojun’s eyebrows draw together a little at the cooler air on his skin, at the sound of your voice, and the flicker of light sparks of magic between your fingers. You whisper the spell, move your hands, and you study his dick as you form the replica. You want it to be exact. 

And within the next half hour, you have it. 

An exact working replica of Xiaojun’s dick. A magical replica. 

You put it in your bedside drawer then turn over and go back to snuggling with your boyfriend, falling asleep moments later. 

It’s a few days later, days painstakingly spent without Xiaojun, that you finally remember what you’d done that night. You forgot about the magical dildo you’d created and stuffed out of sight. And today you’re horny and missing your boyfriend, so instead of resorting to one of your typical vibrators, you settle into your bed and tug your new toy out of its hiding spot. 

It truly is just a duplicate of Xiaojun’s dick. It’s been left in the drawer, untouched, unused for days now, so as you bring him out into the light of day, he’s soft, looking a little sad and deflated. But as you lie down in your bed and look at it, as you study it up close, stroking your fingers along it and tentatively suck the tip into your mouth, you find that this toy dick reacts a lot like the real one. It feels just like him too, the weight and feel and taste of him is just the same. 

Slowly, but surely, Xiaojun’s cloned dick starts to fill out beneath your tender touches and salacious sucking. You’re playing, enjoying your time as you suck at the dick how you want, treating him like a lollipop more than anything, honestly. And you begin to wonder, can this magical dildo that acts so realistic reach climax? Can your dildo cum?

You do your damn best to find out. 

You’re lying there alone in your bed, sucking cock, with your pussy throbbing, so you start to play with yourself too. Touching your tits, sliding your fingers down between your pussy lips, gliding a teasing finger around your clit. You moan around the cloned cock, push it in a little deeper, and you swallow around it. You pull in the base of it, drawing it out of your lips a bit before plunging it back in. 

Fuck, it feels good when you’re choking around a replica of your boyfriend’s cock as you plunge two fingers into your pussy, needing to feel something. You pull the dildo out by the base, keeping your lips tight around the shaft, pausing with the tip of the toy still between your lips, you flick your tongue against the slit a few times, wishing this was really Xiaojun’s cock, wishing that he was moaning and leaking salty precum on your tongue, wishing that his hands were in your hair to shove your throat back down around his cock. 

But he’s not here, so you have to do it yourself. 

You gag only a little as you plunge the dildo all the way in, deep-throating the toy. It twitches on your tongue, and that’s the only warning you get before the dildo is cumming, shooting spurts of cum down your throat. You choke but keep trying to swallow, dragging the dildo back out of your mouth slowly, you keep sucking and licking, and the poor thing keeps cumming until at last you pull it out of your mouth so you can breathe. 

It really, really is a magical duplicate. You didn’t expect it would be able to cum. Especially not that much. And it tastes exactly right too. 

The familiar flavor of Xiaojun’s cum is heavy on your tongue as you swallow again. You’re not finished yet. 

You don’t let the dildo go soft. You keep stroking it, spit on it, and suck at the tip again. 

Your pussy is in desperate need at this point. You’re soaking wet down there even as your mouth is drooling for more too, whines of pure neediness spilling from your lips as you stroke the dildo back to full hardness. 

Fuck are you glad you did this. 

You need Xiaojun’s cock, and thanks to your incredible witchy powers, that’s exactly what you’ve got even though your boyfriend is halfway across the city. 

You suck on the tip of the dildo as you lower one of your hands down to circle your clit, to dip your fingers inside yourself, getting yourself nice and ready to be filled with the replica dildo. Your pussy is so ready for it when you finally bring the dildo from your mouth to down between your legs. But you don’t want the teasing to be over and done with just yet, so when you take the dildo in, you only give yourself a little. 

Just the shallow thrust of the magical dildo into your pussy. Barely more than the tip just resting inside of you. You swirl your fingers against your clit, the other hand you’ve got holding the dildo, using it to shallowly fuck the fake cock into you while you focus on your clit, while your pussy tries to pull the familiar shape of Xiaojun in deeper. 

When your bedroom door suddenly crashes open, revealing Xiaojun framed in the doorway, you freeze. 

“What are you doing?” He gasps, his voice loud but not angry as he staggers into the room. “What the fuck are you doing to me, baby? I was working, in the middle of the meeting when suddenly I was rock hard and throbbing, feeling like you were kneeling under the table sucking me off.” 

Xiaojun staggers towards the bed, and you can see now the bulge in the front of his pants, a darker stain there too, like he’d cum in his pants. 

He stops at the foot of the bed, staring at you, staring at the dildo in your hand. 

“You did it?” Xiaojun asks, slowly raising his gaze up from the dildo you’ve got teasing your pussy, up your body to your face. His gaze latches onto yours. “You found a way to keep my dick at home for some fun?”

You nod. “I didn’t realize it was still like… connected. I didn’t realize you’d feel everything, Dejun, or I swear I wouldn’t have done it.”

Xiaojun makes an aborted noise. His hands curl tight around the edge of the footboard of your bed. “It was so hot, though. I immediately left the meeting, hid in the restroom. When Kun came to find me, I pretended like I was sick, actively ill, so they luckily dismissed me from the meeting, and thank fuck they did. Oh my god, my manager drove me here, and I think he probably thought I was dying in the backseat. I couldn’t keep still, couldn’t keep quiet. All I could feel was your perfect lips around my cock, baby, your tongue and your warm mouth, sucking me off so good. And then I came in my fucking pants.” Xiaojun laughs. “The manager had to ask me if I was okay, and I’m a little worried I’ve probably traumatized him when he looked back there and saw me glassy-eyed and curled over my lap, moaning and breathing heavy.”

You want to move down the bed, to put your hands on Xiaojun, reel him in for a kiss. He’s looking at you right now like he’s a man starved, and you’re all he wants to eat. 

“Baby, I didn’t stop feeling you on me. Your hands and your lips, and as soon as he put the car in park, I threw myself out of the car and ran in here. Fuck. I had to see you. And here you are, fucking yourself with my cock.”

You whimper, and your hand twitches on the base of the dildo, pushing him in a little deeper. 

Xiaojun moans at the end of the bed. His knuckles go white from holding on so tightly to the footboard. 

“Go on,” he tells you, his voice gruff. “Put it in yourself, baby. I want to watch you use my cock. Fuck your pussy like you wish you had all of me.”

He stands there, watching as you push the replica of his cock all the way in. You’re wet enough that he slides right in, hugged snug by your pussy. Wet enough that you know Xiaojun can see your wetness glistening along the length of his cloned cock as you pull it out just to thrust it back in. Again and again. Your legs twitch, toes curling. You can’t keep quiet, can’t decide if you’d rather watch the dildo disappearing into your pussy or if you’d rather watch Xiaojun as he strips at the end of the bed and stands there watching you while he’s rock hard. He doesn’t touch himself, but he doesn’t have to. He can feel everything you’re doing to the dildo, and you can see his cock reacting, can see how Xiaojun’s body rocks forward slightly like he’s sinking into you, how his rigid cock drips shiny beads of precum. 

You particularly love the way Xiaojun reacts when you yank the dildo out of you and bring it up to your lips, quickly sucking the combined taste of your arousal and his wet precum off, rolling the flavor of his cock across your tongue. 

“Fuck, baby, this feels unreal. Wish you knew just how crazy this feels, to see what you’re doing, to feel it all. It’s different than normal, more intense.” Xiaojun moans and rocks his hips forward into nothing while you suck at the tip of the dildo. “Insane. Please put it back in your pussy. I wanna feel you, wanna see it.”

You obey, happy to fuck his cock again, plunging it back into your pussy while you run at your clit, knowing that you’re getting close, feeling the tingle of climax beginning to spread through you, your heart racing in your chest. 

“Come on,” Xiaojun encourages you. “You look so sexy right now, baby. I’m gonna cum again, but not until you do.”

Something inside you snaps, the thin restraint holding you back. Your climax tears through you, racing through every vein and in your bones. You keep your hold on the base of the dildo, thrusting it continuously while you’re cumming, your fingers still moving on your clit too, and you’re squirting a little around the cloned cock. 

“So hot. Need to be inside you, baby. For real.” Xiaojun groans and climbs onto the bed, his weight shifting the balance around as he moves towards you. The dildo shifts and you moan. Xiaojun almost falls forward. “I want to cum in you, baby. Can I?” 

You nod. “Yes. Pretty please, Dejun. Need it.”

You drag the dildo out, leaving your pussy open for Xiaojun to quickly refill. He sinks right into you. 

As good as it was having his exact replica inside of you, it still doesn’t compare to actually having Xiaojun. To feel him pressed hard and hot inside of you, the heat of his body settling between your thighs, his eyes on you, his hands on your body. 

The dildo in your hand twitches, maybe feeling neglected now. 

You turn your head to the side, and you bring it back to your lips. 

“Oh, fuck!” Xiaojun thrusts falter. “That is…. That’s a whole new feeling. Oh, shit.” He moans again as you suck off the dildo, as Xiaojun fucks into you. You wonder what he’s feeling right now, and whatever it is must be good. 

He cums, filling your pussy while the dildo cums across your tongue and down your throat. 

You let the dildo fall away, and Xiaojun’s cum drips from your lips, down your chin. You can tell by the look in his eyes that Xiaojun is awestruck, is in love.

He lurches forward to kiss you right as you loop your arms around the back of his neck to drag him in. 

You crash together, moaning into the kiss as Xiaojun tastes himself on your tongue, as he rolls his hips forward, filling you again and again with his cock while he fits a hand between your bodies to touch your clit until you’re falling apart beneath him, your orgasm stealing your breath away entirely. 

“Oh, God,” you sigh when Xiaojun breaks away. 

He falls into his side, facing you. “That was crazy good. Really, like it was insane. The things I was feeling. It was layered, so complex I can’t even try to explain it.” Xiaojun reaches across you and he picks up the dildo from where you left it, a strange expression on his face as he watches it go soft. “Weird, but not in a bad way.”

“Good.” You lean in and kiss him again. “Because I will definitely be using it again. It’s still not as good as actually having you here, but it’s a hell of a lot better than my regular toys.”

Xiaojun lays a kiss on your forehead. “Maybe you should make a clone of your pussy, let me have some fun so you can experience it.” 

You laugh, but damn, your boyfriend has some good ideas. Even a couple hours later after you’ve showered off and are doing things to at least pretend like you don’t want to just stay in bed with Xiaojun, all you can think about is what he’s said earlier. 

Maybe you will have to make him a clone of your pussy, an exact replica so you can see what all the fuss was about. 

a/n: I really wanted to write most of these kinktober prompts, and now that I'm actually like 11 days (or something like that) behind on them, I might keep posting them even after the month is over, but we'll see how that goes. I really wanted to write this Xiaojun one though because I've had this idea for ages ever since I saw this video on Twitter where this girl's dildo just really looked pretty realistic imo, and it's also quite inspired by The Magical Kundini series on AO3 (a Kun/Ten/YangYang relationship, so don't read it if you don't like that)

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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

Word Count: 0.4k

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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Good Girls Ride

✧ pairing: bf! xiaojun x gf! reader

✦ genre: smut

✧ warnings: 18+ (minors DNI), smut, p!rn without plot, cursing, cowgirl position, riding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, kissing

✦ word count: 3.1k words

✧ synopsis: plain and simple: it’s your first time riding dejun.

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Your head rested against Dejun’s shoulder while your body had found home comfortably in his lap, cuddled into his chest as you guys spent time lazily watching movies together.

Now usually when men watch movies with their girlfriends, it often leads to sex because they can’t seem to keep it in their pants.

But right now, it is you who can’t seem to focus on the television with your hot boyfriend so close to you.

Dejun had his undivided attention on the film currently playing. He’s been raving about this action film that came out recently— of which, you honestly couldn’t give a rat’s ass about.

Though, you agreed to watch this movie when you saw how his eyes lit up in elation when he discovered it had been added to streaming services.

You obliged since he always went along with what you wanted to do and put your needs first 95% of the time.

He perpetually gave you princess treatment and attention. Always allowing you to be the one to choose what to eat when you two were eating out. Letting you be in charge of aux when you were his passenger princess. And, he always ensures that you’re satisfied and reached your climax every single time you two had intercourse.

Dejun was consistently sweet to you. You loved him for that. He took care of you beyond well and you never took for granted his sweet nature.

Though, that’s what should make moments that surround him and his desires a bit more special. Your boyfriend rarely complains in allowing you to pick and choose most of the time. In fact, he encourages it. He loves giving you what you want and no matter what he does with you, he’s just grateful that you’re by his side.

And so, you really want to be able to sit through this 3 hour-long movie with your boyfriend, as he’d been more than eager to show you something he’s interested in.

But this genre of movie isn’t particularly your favorite. And you know Dejun is well aware it’s not really your vibe.

Which is why he has you pulled into his lap. So you could remain still and held securely in his embrace to watch this movie like a good girl.

Not only was boredom beginning to strike your brain, but you also had a habit of having the inability to stay still. You made way too many movements— whether big or small.

You squirmed so much like a worm. You often had to reposition yourself or fidget as long as you were awake and weren’t focused.

It especially was hitting you now that your ass covered by thin leggings rested over Dejun’s lap and crotch, covered in those lightweight, mesh basketball shorts he always wore when lounging around the house.

Not to mention, he was wearing a black muscle tank that tormented you by having his bare arms on display.

His left arm was currently draped over your shoulder, the palm of his hand and fingers occasionally giving you gentle touches over your own arm and shoulder.

Locking in on this movie way out of your taste was already hard enough on its own, and your boyfriend merely existing was making it even harder.

You can’t help the sexual appetite you suddenly have now. Your mind drifts off to the pretty noises your boyfriend made in bed and how his body fit so well against yours. How he loved when you tugged on his hair and massaged it. How he’s just always so good to you and it makes you want to get on your knees for him.

You just love the shit out of him and want to be buried deep inside him for life.

A sigh leaves your mouth while you crane your neck to graze your lips over his neck. Your eyelids shut as you dot feathery kisses over his skin, humming in pleasure as you do so.

Dejun’s hold on you tightens a bit once your teeth begin to nip his neck, sucking in a breath.

“Hey… what are you doing, love?” his eyes are doing their best to stay focused on the movie whilst your lips stuck over his neck like a magnet.

He was too keen on watching this movie for weeks now, but nothing stops you when lust takes over.

“Just obsessed with you.” you mumbled into his skin, continuing in kissing him up and probably leaving a mark or two in the process.

Your body begins to squirm over him, shifting your ass from side to side even within his hold in attempt to stimulate his dick to get him hard.

Your ears pick up on him swallowing hard at your actions, and you bounce over him carefully, but enough to get him to draw out a low moan.

He can feel your lips curve into a smile over his skin. Your dominant hand finds its way into his scalp, massaging it lovingly. Your other hand rests on the back of his neck.

“You’re just always so needy, huh? Always want my attention.” Dejun teases, and you remove your mouth from his neck to look him in the eyes.

“Can’t help myself, Junie. You’re so hot.” your gaze stays concentrated on his pupils, looking at him with bedroom eyes and mouth slightly parted as you grind into him. The both of you hiss at the feeling of each other’s crotch against one another and the friction created.

“Tell you what. Since you’re being all cute over my lap right now, why don’t we go take this to the bed and you can ride me?”

Your movements halt, mouth agape from his words and confidence faded away.

He smirks at your expression, and only reaches a hand down to your thigh to pat it gently.

“Since you don’t want to watch the movie I chose, the least you can do is do what I want in the bedroom. Can you do that for me, pretty?”

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And so you agreed.

The two of you neglected the movie and headed to the bedroom, quickly discarding all your clothes between heated kisses and teasing.

Now, you sit in front of Dejun. His legs are spread out on either side of you, and his arms are leaned back behind him, holding himself up on the bed.

His eyes sparkled at you in anticipation. Waiting for you to split yourself open and welcome his manhood up inside you.

Though, you can only stare dumbly at his veiny cock and swallow hard.

You’re aching to feel his length inside you, but you’ve never actually rode anyone before.

You didn’t know what it felt like to be on top. And something about sinking down onto his dick just seemed really intimidating.

Taking control in this way was foreign to you. Being pampered and Dejun doing all the work was what you were used to.

The spotlight was on you. Of course you’ve seen explicit content and heard about what it’s like to be on top, but that’s it. You weren’t sure if you could execute the proper skills and avoid embarrassing yourself.

“Jun… I’ve never been on top before.” you look at his eyes with an innocent stare.

“I don’t know if I can do it, babe.” a pout forms on your lips, causing your boyfriend to chuckle.

He knows you secretly just want him to do what you’re used to. Bending you over and fucking the shit out of you. But he wants to challenge you for once.

He saw how eager you were to kiss him up and tease your ass over his crotch just a bit ago. He knows you have it in you to ride him. You can take it for him.

“You can do it, baby. I’m right here incase you need help.” he reassures you, bringing his thumb to your cheek and rubbing it sweetly.

You half smile nervously at him, still a bit hesitant at proceeding with the act of riding him.

But, you trust Dejun so much. He would never hurt you or make you feel bad. If he thinks you can do it, then you believe him.

Your dominant hand reaches for his cock. It twitches at your touch and your fingers begin to lube up his length with his own precum.

Your teeth catch your bottom lip in hold and Dejun feels hot in feeling and seeing you touch his dick and adjusting yourself over him to bring his length close to your pussy.

Cock within your hold, you start to play with the head against your folds to get you wet enough to take him, causing Dejun’s breathing to increase and you whimper at the contact.

“C’mon baby. I got you.” Dejun whispers and brings a hand to your wrist, his touch encouraging you to welcome him in.

And so you do.

He helps you put it in. You align yourself over him well with his aid and his cock head enters your hole. You hiss with eyes shut as you sink down him inch by inch, resting your legs on either side of him, and your boyfriend says nothing but words of encouragement during the process of his length stretching you out.

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding once he bottoms you out, prompting you to whine at the feeling of fullness.

“C’mere.” your boyfriend coos and you carefully lean over towards his face to connect your lips with his, each of your hands resting on one another’s body.

You two make out for a minute while you cock warm him. He lets you get used to him being inside you in this way for a moment so you could get comfortable and less tense.

And you do loosen up. Your mouth moved in sync with his own, and you begin to rock your hips back and forth, grinding over him as the desperation to get yourself off waves over you.

Your arms wrap around his neck and his hands feel all up on the curves and edges of your body while you grind over his cock.

Your hips play around with moving back and forth and moving in a circular motion, testing out the waters.

A filthy moan then leaves your mouth at the stimulation of grinding your clit, making a smirk appear on Dejun’s face as you get used to this.

“I wanna feel you fucking yourself over me. You can do that for me, can you, pretty?” his voice low.

You only whimper in response. Your hands let go from around his neck and find new settlement on his shoulders and chest.

Your hips then lift carefully, starting to move up and down over his length. Your moist pussy letting half of his length slip in and out repeatedly, but slowly.

His hands hold your hips securely, and his eyes are gleaming as he watches you work yourself up and down, mouth open while you concentrate and use his cock like a toy.

Seeing you like this is captivating. The sexual passion you have is strong.

He is in awe at how beautiful your entire being is, and dives into your right breast, beginning to kiss the soft flesh.

It adds more stimulation onto you, fucking up your brain at the pleasure being brought to your sensitive areas.

His tongue coats your erect nipple, leaving his saliva and wetness all over your breast and he then starts hungrily sucking hickeys onto the skin as best as he can, and repeating the same with your other breast. “Fucking hell, you’re gonna ruin me.” he mumbled in between attacking your mounds.

You continue to slide yourself and bounce over him, breath hitching as you do so repeatedly.

Evidently though, you’re starting to feel tired. Unfortunately for you, you don’t have good enough stamina and your thighs are starting to burn from this new position.

You sink back all the way down, beginning to go back to grinding yourself over him at a steady pace. You love the way grinding brings so much stimulation to your swollen clit, and it has you smiling. You moan and let free a couple hushed gasps in satisfaction at the feeling.

Dejun mimics your smile and groans at your neediness and desperation.

It’s turning him on in seeing you attempt to get yourself off right on top of him in full naked view, so filled up with his thick cock— working so hard to fuck yourself over him.

Though, Dejun admits that he did like seeing you bounce up and down his cock, watching his cock split you open.

As much as he loves watching you grinding right now, he thinks it’s time for him to take over.

“Love seeing you like this, pretty. But I think it’s time for me to take over, yeah?”

His hands move over to your ass cheeks, massaging them before his fingers start digging deep into the flesh.

You suddenly gasp when he lifts you up carefully over his cock, starting to slide you up and down over his length.

His hips begin to thrust upwards, fucking you at his own pace and to his own pleasure.

“Ahhh— Dejun!” you practically scream at Dejun’s sudden take over.

Your eyes concentrate on his face, watching the hunger that is deeply visible in his pupils as he follows a rhythm within his thrusts. His nails are deeply dug into your bottom as he uses his strength to lift you up and down. Groans and irregular breaths leave his throat at the feeling of your walls stroking his cock.

You can’t help but start to alternate between tightening and loosening your walls at the feeling of Dejun using his cock to his control. It’s sending him into overdrive, and makes him even hungrier for you two to reach climax. His thick brows tighten together and his chest heaved with every plunge.

“Mhm, you like when I have control— don’t you, baby?” your boyfriend grunts as he raises his hips, making him reach inside of you deeper and come in contact with your cervix.

High pitched moans escape your throat at the feeling, and you tilt yourself forward a bit. Practically gripping onto his chest and shoulders to keep yourself steady, trying not to fall over from how fucked out you are from the pure bliss he’s bringing to your pussy with his cock.

The position you’re in allows a fantastic vantage point for your g-spot. It is then that you feel that tingly tension from your clit and your groin muscles contract.

It’s starting to hurt so good. You can feel your climax coming. Tightness is present from your back down to your legs. Excess saliva builds up in your mouth from the immense pleasure coursing your body and your heart rate picks up.

“Dejun… ba-baby I’m…” tears begin to build up and cloud your vision, just like how the pressure of your boyfriend’s cock is fucking you senseless and fogging your brain from any clear thoughts. You can’t even finish your sentence and barely are able to talk.

Dejun can feel you squeeze his shaft and stares darkly at your face. He sees your fucked-out state and knows his girl is on the verge of milking his cock.

A tear manages to slip out your eye and roll down your cheek, and you whine at how full and overwhelmed you are.

This encourages Dejun to keep up his movements. Adding extra emphasis to each thrust he makes and grunting loudly at his effort and in seeing the way your body is responding to him.

Your stomach muscles clench and breasts jiggle at every movement, leaving him aroused times a million and oversexed by your body. You’re like a moving work of art to him, and he can��t help but feel the blood rushing through his cock at this beautiful, lewd scene.

“Let it out, babygirl. I’m so ready for you.” he growls out, and his words cue you to release, immediately satisfying that itch-pain pleasure that took over your body.

There’s a heat increase within your pussy as you cum. Every inch of you trembles at the feeling of your juices coming out and Dejun’s cock still moving inside you.

Your mouth is wide open in relief and from the electric shock rushing your senses.

“Oh my god—uhhh!” you moan loudly, and your boyfriend’s length begins to twitch not only from your dirty noises that are like heaven to him, but also from how his cock feels like it’s swimming inside your pussy. His shaft is practically drowning and overflowing in your cum, all drenched.

His dick starts to feel sparkly, and he continues to fuck you a bit longer as his own ejaculation is coming.

His entire face contorts, and he deeply groans once he lets go. You can feel his dick swell and grow a bit, and it spasms and pulsates with each and every hot spurt.

Your walls can’t help but squeeze over him as hard as you can while he cums inside of you.

The warmth and pressure of his semen reaches your cervix and fills you up, making it feel like your pussy is getting baked from all the heat stuffed inside of you.

After milking himself dry, he lets his body fall back onto the bed. You allow yourself to drop on top of him, chests colliding.

Both of your heartbeats are still racing from the ‘exercise’ and your legs and thighs shake, coming down from your high and the physical activity.

“You did so well for me. I got you, pretty.” Dejun moves his right hand towards your back to calm you down. His fingers come in contact with sweat glistening your spine, and you cringe at the feeling.

“God, I’m so sweaty. Don’t touch me— i’m gross.” you’re quick to say, trying to shift off Dejun but he keeps you secured over him, refusing to let go.

“We just fucked like animals and you think I care about sweat?” your boyfriend scoffs and lets out a chuckle.

He lifts his free hand towards the nape of his neck, feeling his own sweat that drenched it. He removes his hand quickly after coating his hand, and holds it in the air to show you.

“See? I’m sweaty too. It’s normal, baby.”

Rolling your eyes is the only response you give him. You rest your head against his bare chest, pressing a gentle kiss against his skin.

Your lids close for a moment, his cock still inside you. There’s no motivation in you to leave his arms or move your body. You just wanna be stuck in his embrace forever.

“Wanna go actually watch the movie this time now that you got what you wanted?” Dejun whispers.

You let out a sigh, “Nah, I think it’s time for a nap.” You snuggled your head into his chest, trying to win him over with your cuteness.

In response, he huffs out some air and without warning, brings a hand to smack your ass.

You gasp at the feeling, and hiss at the sensitivity you have from the waist down post-sex. “Dejun!” you scold him.

“Always such a brat. You’re lucky I love you.”

⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆ ⊹₊ ⋆

[hencheri]

18+. mdni.

pairing: mean!xiaojun x fem!reader x mean!hendery

warnings: noncon, implied kidnapping, physical abuse, xiaojun is like really mean.

wc: 1.7k

part 2.

“hey, don’t damage her even more… she already looks a mess,” hendery complains, seeing the rough state that you are in. makes you look pretty unattractive, but xiaojun seemingly doesn’t care as much as he does. 

“she’s fine,” his friend replies, and he knows you’re not really fine, but you’re awake. that counts. 

you’re on the floor, back against the wall with your arms restrained with a piece of grey duct tape. hendery is right; you’re in terrible shape. your eyes are red from your non-stop crying, cheeks still wet and skin irritated. your hiccuping doesn't help either, it makes you look pitiable. 

it’s not like hendery thought you would react in a different way, that’s how he imagined it, he just doesn’t want to make it worse. 

on the other hand, xiaojun doesn’t mind it at all. he can agree that you’re far from pretty right now, but beauty isn’t a detail he cares about. at least, not in a moment like this. what’s the point of taking a poor girl like you if it’s not to make her cry?

he crouches beside you, and the fearful look you give him makes his cock twitch in his sweats. he tries to take a hold of your chin, but you flinch away before he can. you clearly don’t want xiaojun to be anywhere near you, which is understandable considering he was pulling on your hair and pushing you to the floor over and over again moments ago, quite literally playing with you.

he reaches out again and grasps your chin between his fingers, forcing you to face the both of them with hendery standing in front. 

“look,” xiaojun says, letting go of your face to give little taps to your cheek. “she’s alright. mmh, princess? tell dery how you’re feeling.”

it feels cruel the way xiaojun is toying with you. it isn’t fair.

you let out a groan, moving away from his hand, but he stops touching you, looking expectant of an answer.

you lay your gaze on hendery, muttering with trembling lips, “i’m good.”

he sighs, looking exasperated and annoyed xiaojun made you say something that everyone in this room knows is a lie. it doesn’t matter very much at this point anyway. you’re here in the powerless position they wanted to see you in, and they’re going to do what they planned.

“great. now come on,” the man beside you stands up, grabbing your bicep so you can do the same. 

he pulls you away from the dingy white wall of the hotel, and you follow him with teary eyes, your vision blurry. you’re pushed onto the nearest bed, a gasp slipping past your lips, body bouncing on the thick bed sheets. 

you squirm around to turn onto your back, mainly using your knees that hurt so much, covered in bruises because of xiaojun’s violent handling. despite hendery being more gentle with you, he still has the same intentions as his friend. he might be even more eager than him. 

when you’re on your butt, you rapidly drag yourself to the headboard, putting a distance between you and them. it’s not enough to be safe, though. 

“please,” you cry out, curling up on yourself. but begging isn’t going to help you out. 

they just ignore you, even though their stare is nowhere else than on your body. 

hendery walks up to you, extending his arm to your face. he flattens the hair on top of your head, his hand larger than your skull. he tucks the curly flyaways behind your ear, trying his best to make you look less disheveled. 

he then turns to xiaojun who also got closer at you. “go ahead.”

having permission, hendery looks back at you and your eyes fill with worry, guessing where this is going. 

the thrash of your legs is useless, only forcing hendery to really hurt you this time. he didn’t seem to dislike it; maybe it bothers him only when he’s not the cause of your pain. forcing your thighs apart once your crotch is completely bare, hendery lies on his stomach, head hovering over your cunt. 

you flinch when he lets a glob of spit fall on your sex, hating the wet and weird feeling of it gliding down on you. he first bites into your inner thighs, leaving the imprint of his teeth on you, eventually moving up to your pussy. 

you let out a high pitched gasp when he puts his whole mouth on you, his brown bangs going into his eyes and tickling your bare skin. he starts sucking on your clit, sending little shocks of pleasure throughout your body, making your hips jerk upward. 

you’re getting wet, you know it, you feel it. and hendery knows it, too, his eyes glancing up at you from his spot between your legs. he keeps his pace going, laying his tongue on your bud and toying with it. 

he circles your entrance with his middle finger, groaning against your cunt when he feels that you’re indeed dripping wet. he slides it in, and without his strong grip on your thighs, you quickly close them around his head. 

hendery grunts, annoyed you’re preventing him from moving freely, but he continues nonetheless. he can deal with it. 

he adds another finger and with just a little bit more effort, he makes you cum in his mouth. it was surprisingly really quick. 

he slowly pumps his fingers in you until you stop shoving your pussy onto face, tied hands pulling on his hair without realizing it. the irony that you were afraid of them touching you and now you’re keeping hendery’s head between your legs. 

hendery finally removes his head away from your clenched thighs, his hair tousled because of your grabby hands. 

“you’re a needy little thing, huh?” he smiles, putting his fingers into his mouth, and then slipping them out when they’re clean from your cum. 

you don’t answer, getting distracted by xiaojun who changes spots, casually walking to your side. meanwhile, hendery moves up to you, his body fitting between your legs and sitting up on his knees. 

xiaojun looks down at you, once again holding your chin, but this time his fingers press down really hard on your cheeks, making you wince. “she’s a slut,” he comments and hendery hums in agreement. “who enjoys this way too much.” 

you aren’t, but xiaojun seems to say a lot of untrue things just to humiliate you. because that’s what it is; humiliation. blood creeping up in your face, making your cheeks burn, tears flowing down from your eyes. 

he shifts his hand on your face and slips his thumb between your lips. he watches you taking his finger, analyzing the way your mouth closes around it. he presses down on your tongue, muffling your sudden moan at the same time hendery pushes his hard cock into you. you didn’t even realize he had slid his pants down until you felt his tip aligning with your entrance. 

he thrusts all the way in and it hurts. so much. you can only touch his abdomen with your fingers, pushing to get him off of you, but of course it does nothing. in fact, it makes him immediately start pounding into you, not caring for your cries. 

xiaojun stares down at you intently, popping his thumb out of your mouth to swipe it over your lips, smearing the bottom of your face in your own saliva. hendery, despite having shown some sympathy, doesn’t hold himself back on you. his cock stretches you out painfully, and even though he provided some preparation, it still doesn’t make the uncomfortable feeling go away. 

your body goes up and down as hendery fucks into you, your mouth wide open, broken cries and moans escaping from it while xiaojun runs his fingers over your lips. his other hand covers the bulge in his sweatpants, lightly applying pressure onto it. 

his crotch comes too close to your face, and he knows that you dread it. he knows that you hate him the most. he thinks it’s futile, he only gave your knees a few bruises. there’s much worse than a couple of popped veins and sharp pulls to your hair. 

but right when he pushes your face toward his clothed cock, the sound of a ringtone is heard. xiaojun turns his head in its direction while hendery slows his pace down. 

“is it yours?” xiaojun asks his friend, lifting up his eyebrow. 

“nah,” hendery replies.

and so xiaojun lets go of you, not without giving a light slap to your cheek, making you whine. he goes to your bag thrown on the floor, the ringtone sounding from there. he searches a little before pulling out your phone. a grin forms on his face when he reads the name of the contact who’s calling you; ‘daddy’.

he comes back to the both of you, hendery curiously looking at the phone in his hand, getting a glimpse of it. 

“should we answer?” xiaojun taunts, showing you the screen. your heart jumps in your chest when you see it and you vigorously shake your head from side to side. “why not? must be important.” 

hendery laughs, joining xiaojun’s teasing. “don’t wanna show daddy how your vacations are going?” 

the thrusting of his hips plus their mocking laughs bring you to tears really fast. you continue to shake your head in disagreement. “no, no please…”

“we can’t show daddy how much of a slut you are… can we?” he turns your phone back to him, looking down at the screen. he only has to slide the pick-up icon to the right. that would be really cruel of him, he’ll admit, but will he care tomorrow? it’s not like you’ll be more than a one night thing. 

“please! don’t! i’ll do whatever you want- just, please, don’t answer!” you cry out desperately, just so powerless under hendery’s larger body, pinning your hips to the mattress while he pounds into you without any mercy. 

xiaojun scoffs, frowning his brows almost in disgust. “princess, you’re already doing what we want, we don’t need your permission.” 

your heart drops down when xiaojun answers the call, hendery’s smile getting bigger. 

that’s the worst part.

[ilwonuu]

☪︎* focus. x.dejun

summary- your boyfriend comes over to help you study. he is very smart and fucking hot which makes him the perfect person to help with your homework. how does he expect you to focus when he looks so good all the time.

warnings- meandom ish! xiaojun, subby reader???, rough sex, choking, creampie, unprotected sex, pinv, smut with no plot kinda, fingering,degrading, pet names-baby,beautiful,good girl, slut (lmk if i missed anything)

authors note- i cant stop thinking about xiaojun. save me on my youth xiaojun save me!!!!

18+ mdni

30 mins. 30 mins of you thinking of xiaojun fucking you. you should be thinking about the homework problems he is trying to get you to solve. knowing that you will not be focusing anytime soon. “junnie? can we take a break?” he shifts looking at you fully. “a break baby you only did one of the questions.” he says in a slight laugh.

“i know but i can’t focus i just need a quick break.” he smirks at you. “and what is causing you not to be able to focus hm?” he pulls you to sit next to him on the bed moving you from your desk chair. “i don’t know i’m just thinking of um other things.” hoping he doesn’t ask anymore questions as you smile cutely at him. “other things? wanna tell me what things?” he starts kissing your neck softly. “i just want you.”

he tsks “baby you have me. what did i say about using your words? you being a bad girl isn’t gonna get you what you want. tell me what you want.” he rubs your thigh slightly looking at you with an innocent smile. you hate that fucking smile. you know what he is doing and so does he. he knows you’re needy. “c-can you fuck me?” he nods. “see baby being a good girl can get you what you want quicker.” he pulls your shirt off you taking his own off shortly after. removing his own shorts and pulling yours down.

“you want my fingers or my mouth beautiful?” feeling his fingers rubbing on your clothed clit slowly. “i just need you p-please just touch me! do something!” he smirks at you. “baby you’re being really bad huh? i can fucking stop touching you all together hm? leave you here to finger fuck yourself like the bad girl you are.” you feel him pull his fingers away from your panties. “n-no please! i will be good i swear. fingers i want your fingers please.” he praises you with neck kisses. “my good girl. i will give you what you want. since you asked so nicely.” quickly inserting two fingers inside you.

“f-faster please.” he adds another finger watching you as you get lost on the feeling fucking yourself on his fingers. “usually i would punish you for how bad you’re being but im feeling nice so i’ll let you cum and then fuck you till you can’t fucking speak.” he moves his fingers quicker inside you feeling you clench. pulling you into a messy kiss. “i’m g-gonna cum! please don’t stop please please.” not stopping or changing his movements kissing you again. “yea baby? cum on my fingers baby. you’re being such a good girl begging.” his words going straight to your pussy. coming hard on his fingers while shaking. “look at this pretty mess you made. fuck baby you’re so fucking wet.” he pulls his finger out of you. pulling his boxers down to let his dick out shifting to lay you down so he is now on top of you. “you still want it baby?” you have never nodded quicker. causing him to laugh at you. “you know what you need to do baby. i need to hear words.”

“yes! xiaojun if you do not fuck me right now im gonna cry.” he lines his dick up with you entrance. “you want to be a bad girl again? i’ll fuck you like the slut you are. i bet you’ll love that right beautiful?” he pushes his dick all the way in wrapping his hand around your neck slightly. immediately fucking you deep and hard into the mattress. you can’t even form a sentence if he asked you to. you are fucking dumb and he just started fucking you. “f-fuck you’re so wet.” he doesn’t stop his pace slightly choking you harder. “j-junnie slow down i-im gonna cum.” he smiles at you and rubs your clit with his thrusts. “no no i’m not fucking slowing down. you wanted this right? to be fucked like a slut. fucking take it.”

he holds your waist moving one of your legs up so he is fucking you deeper. “junnie im coming!!.” your legs shaking as you cream on his cock. “f-fuck y/n me too just a little longer. you can take it.” he fucks you harder dick twitching as he cums deep inside you. “fuckk baby you feel so good. i don’t ever want to stop.” he pulls your face up to kiss your face all over. slowly watching as his dick pulls out of you.

“lets get you cleaned up and then you’re going back to your homework. hopefully you’ll be able to focus this time.”

[galacticseonghwa]

Can you (if you want to of course hshs) do the pretty boy text you did with dream but with WayV? Pls?

Thank you.

i can do that my love! i hope you like it <3

WAYV reactions to you calling them pretty boy for the first time

INCLUDES: wayv being whipped, expressing my delusions for them tbh, yang yang not escaping the daddy live, this is my first time doing wayv texts so I'm trying to find the right personalities for them over text so it'll be a little bit awkward

[wayvchip]

wayv mtl likely to prefer having a clingy s/o

most

yangyang

xiaojun

ten

hendery

kun

winwin

least

— explanations —

yangyang seems like someone who has a lot of love to give. if anything, HE would be the clingy one in the relationship. yangyang would constantly be tackling you to the ground to try to tickle you or smother your face with kisses. he needs someone who can return his level of affection!!

xiaojun would absolutely bask in your affection, he LOVES all of the attention you give him and is very proud of it. he lowkey shows you off too. xiaojun wouldn't hesitate to kiss your hand in front of the others but the moment you do anything to him he gets all blushy.

ten is always seen hugging literally everyone in nct so i feel like he would love having a s/o that returns the affection. it gets him all smug and cocky. you would just be holding onto his arm and he'd be all like "damn if you want me just say so 😂😂😂"

hendery strikes me as someone who adores having a clingy s/o but doesn't want to admit it. he tries to act normal about it for the sake of his heart (palpitations go brrr). but when you randomly steal a kiss from him out of nowhere, he can't help but freeze and awkwardly stand there with his hands stiffly by his side LMAO

kun doesn't really mind it, doesn't really care for it either. if you're more touchy, he'll reciprocate the action. if you're not, that's totally okay, he'll find other ways to show his love for you, like cooking for you. overall, kun just likes how you rely on him because he enjoys taking on that role of responsibility.

winwin doesn't seem like he would be big fan of having an overly affectionate s/o ngl. you try to hug him for more than 5 seconds? winwin lowkey pushes you away from him 💀 it's not that he doesn't like you!!! he just needs his own space and prefers to show affection differently.

[keehomania]

hello! can I please ask for dom xiaojun with afab reader and creampie stuff? i felt like not many story abt him here

SWEET HOME — XIÀO DÉJÙN (肖德俊) (18+)

✧ MDNI (NSFW)

why did people endure the bad life threw at them? why was the path ahead always so rocky? you crossed all the bridges laid out for you, not for the thrill of the journey, but for one reason and one reason only—to reach the other side. the other side was always promised to be warmer, more forgiving, more welcoming. the other side kissed scarred knuckles and brought life back to weak pulse points. it held the kind of peace that made you believe the hardships were just a fleeting dream, a memory easily forgotten in the haze of new beginnings.

but the truth lingered, no matter how hard you tried to forget. the hardships were real. they were carved into the person you’d become, shaping you like clay pressed under relentless hands. they were the reason you could stand tall now, feet firmly planted on the ground, even when everything inside felt like it was floating, uncertain. they were the cruel, quiet moments of crying into your hands, panicking over assignments left undone, opportunities missed. you were in your senior year—why hadn’t you done more? why hadn’t you pushed yourself harder, sought out those extra credits that could’ve given you some sense of security? the weight of that regret felt unbearable sometimes, pressing down on your chest until you could barely breathe.

and then came the anxiety. the thick, consuming realization that college acceptance meant more than just a new chapter in your life—it meant you were no longer anybody’s little girl. you were no longer wrapped in the warmth and familiarity of your sweet home, no longer protected by those walls that had once made the world outside seem so far away. now, it was right in front of you, towering and daunting, filled with the unknown. a new place, new people, new responsibilities. it was all so unfamiliar, and you weren’t used to any of it.

falling in love for the first time was supposed to be beautiful, wasn’t it? that’s what everyone said—love was the one thing that was supposed to make everything better. but how could something so beautiful be so terrifying? why did it feel like every emotion was heightened, every glance, every word loaded with meaning? why was déjùn ignoring you when just last week, he had been everything you needed? why were you so mad at him, when you couldn’t even remember what had sparked the argument in the first place?

the cycle was exhausting. déjùn would get worried, you’d get upset. you’d break up, convinced it was the end, only to stalk each other like prey around campus, neither one of you willing to fully let go. and then, inevitably, you’d make up, but it never seemed to get any easier. somehow, no matter how broken things felt, life never kept you too far apart. maybe there was a reason for that. there was.

there was a reason. a reason that went deeper than anything fate could’ve scripted for you. it wasn’t just about watching déjùn smile or listening to his voice as he mumbled sleepily into your neck on those nights where time seemed to slow, letting you savor every heartbeat. no, it was more than that. it was to warm the hands that kept you going, to shelter the body that melted so perfectly against yours, as if you’d been carved from the same stone. the reason transcended the simple notion of destiny; it went beyond what the universe might have planned for you both.

you knew it when you saw him cry for the first time, and everything changed. he was always the composed one—the one who kept it together when the world felt like it was unraveling. his cool exterior never faltered, or at least, that’s what you thought until the night it all fell apart. it happened in your dorm, the quiet, familiar space suddenly feeling like a place for unraveling instead of refuge. he had broken down in front of you like he hadn’t in front of anyone else. the sobs came from deep within him, raw and uncontrolled, shaking his body in a way that left you speechless.

he had sat on your bed, hands covering his face, broken sobs echoing off the walls. His whole body shuddered with each breath, the pain pouring out of him like a dam had finally burst. you didn’t know why. he never told you, and you never asked. you never had to. it wasn’t the words that mattered in that moment, it was the feeling, the weight of his pain heavy enough to crush both of you. and so you wept with him. his tears fell, unfiltered, washing over your heart, the same heart that beat for him without hesitation.

you had held him, arms wrapped around his shaking frame, fingers tangled in his hair, and cried until his sobs finally quieted. until his breathing evened out, and the room fell silent again, save for the occasional hitch in his breath. but even that moment—intimate, raw, and unforgettable—wasn’t the full reason. the reason went beyond every touch, every kiss, every whispered promise he had never once broken. he had given you a home in his arms, a place where you belonged, where the rest of the world didn’t matter. and you were determined to give him that same home, something tangible, something sweet that he could call his own.

the house was more than just a dream. it was real, a piece of you given to him. nestled between the fields and the trees, with a creek nearby and a church hidden deep within the forest. the barn and pens were close, but they never reeked of animals. instead, the air smelled of freshwater and lilies, just like you had always imagined it would. the subtle scent of freshly baked bread lingered from the home bakery nearby, the kind of smell that made your stomach rumble in anticipation.

the house itself was two stories, painted in a soft white that reflected the sun’s warmth. but it wasn’t just white—it was touched with dabs of his favorite color. that dear green of his, the one that reminded you of life and renewal, stained the edges of the house in delicate patterns, blending into the scenery in a way that felt right, not overdone. the front steps led up to a porch where a swing swayed gently, waiting for the two of you to sit on it together, watching the sky stretch out before you. lamps stood at every corner, offering light even in the house’s darkest moments, casting a glow that felt as comforting as his presence beside you.

inside, the hallway stretched long, tiled floors echoing the soft sound of your footsteps. at the end of the hall, the bathroom sat to the right, perfectly positioned for convenience, though you barely noticed those details now. the front door led to the stairs, winding up to the second floor where your future awaited. through the door at the end of the hallway, the kitchen and living room intertwined, open and welcoming. only a small, dainty dining table separated the two spaces, enough to give the illusion of division but keeping the warmth of the home intact.

it was a place meant for sharing, for filling with memories. you could already picture yangyang sprawled across the couch, controllers in hand, keeping déjùn company when you were too busy. the boys would all gather here, because it was home. it wasn’t just a house—it was the place he had always needed, filled with laughter and warmth, with the scent of lilies and bread and the sound of friends filling the space with life. the first time he saw it, his eyes welled up, and he broke down again, not in pain this time, but in pure, unfiltered joy. you cried with him, standing there on the porch, the two of you holding each other in the doorway of the life you had built together. it was everything he had ever wanted, and it was given to him by the only person he had ever truly needed.

you stood by the stove, the warm, cozy glow of the kitchen wrapping around you like a familiar hug. the room was your sanctuary, every little detail curated to your liking, but there were traces of déjùn everywhere. a coffee mug he always used, a soft green tea towel he’d picked out, even the way the pots were arranged had his influence. it was a constant reminder that he was always there, woven into every corner of your life. you could feel him in the air, in the way the sun filtered through the windows, and in the gentle way the house creaked, as though it was alive with both of your memories.

you were making one of his favorites—peanut noodles with chili crisp. the rich scent filled the air as you prepped, hands working deftly, slicing and mixing with a practiced ease. a batch of iced green tea waited for him in the fridge, the condensation slowly forming on the glass, just the way he liked it. everything you did for him was done with care, every detail proving the love that pulsed through you. it had always been this way. every action, every gesture, was imbued with a purpose, because everything you did was for him.

you were so immersed in it, focused on the rhythm of your movements, that you hadn’t heard him come in. he stood there, just behind you, watching quietly. he didn’t want to intrude, but the scent had drawn him in, and now the sight of you convinced him to stay. you looked so pretty. your hair was tied up in a loose bun, strands falling just out of place, framing your face in a way that made you glow. your brows furrowed in concentration, your lips, soft and pink, pouted just slightly as you worked. a pink apron tied neatly at your back over your sundress, making you look both delicate and capable all at once. you were perfect.

he couldn’t believe he had you—couldn’t believe that someone so good, so kind, was his. the sight of you, standing there in your shared kitchen, cooking for him in a house that may not have been made by you, but had been turned into a home because of you. the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, of anyone else getting even a glimpse of you, stirred something possessive deep inside him. no one deserved that. no one but him.

you didn’t notice his presence until you felt it—his warmth, his breath ghosting over your ear, so close it made the hairs on your neck stand up. your body tensed for a moment, but then you softened, melting into his familiar touch. a smile tugged at your lips as you felt his arms snake around your waist, pulling you close. “everything okay?” you murmured, your voice soft, your expression relaxed now that he was near. his arms tightened around you, and you felt his face press into the crook of your neck, the closeness sending a wave of warmth over you.

your voice was like honey to him, sweet and soothing. you felt so small in his grasp, so helpless in the best way possible. his presence was overwhelming in the most intoxicating way, and you loved it. he made you feel safe but also powerless, as though the mere act of him holding you was enough to remind you who you belonged to. “i love you so much,” déjùn murmured against your skin, his voice low, breath hot as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot on your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

“i love you too,” you whispered back, your voice shaky, hands trembling slightly around the knife you still held. the sensation of his lips on your neck, the possessiveness of his hold, it was too much. you didn’t even realize how much your hands were shaking until his fingers, large and sure, gently closed around yours, guiding the knife out of your grip and setting it on the counter. his touch was careful, but there was no mistaking the dominance in it. he took your hand into his, long fingers wrapping around your much smaller ones, grounding you.

“i'm almost done, okay?” you asked, trying to steady your breath, trying to focus on anything but the heat pooling low in your stomach.

his response was a quiet, “i'm not patient enough,” his voice was gravelly, deeper now, filled with something darker, as his lips found the curve of your neck again. this time, he didn’t stop. “i'm not patient enough to resist you,” he said, his words sending a fresh wave of heat through you.

before you could respond, his hands were on your hips, gripping you firmly as he turned you around in one fluid motion. a surprised yelp escaped your lips, but it was quickly swallowed by the intensity of his gaze. his fingers spread over your thighs, slipping under the hem of your dress, teasingly close to where you were already aching for him. he lifted you effortlessly, and instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist. “so pretty,” déjùn murmured, his voice soft but filled with adoration as he pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek, his lips wet and warm. “aren't you?”

you were flushed, the heat creeping up from your chest to your face, and all you could do was nod, unable to form coherent words as his lips found yours. the kiss wasn’t hurried or sloppy; it was purposeful. his lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your knees weak, though you didn’t need to stand. he was holding you, carrying you with ease as he walked, never breaking the kiss as he made his way up the stairs.

by the time you reached the bedroom, your breathing had quickened, but he was steady, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. he kicked the door open with his foot, crossing the threshold with a grin that made your heart flutter. when he laid you down on the bed, his body hovered over yours, his hands trailing down to your thighs once more. his touch was electric, and all you could do was let yourself melt into him, the weight of the world disappearing as his lips claimed yours again.

the kiss deepened, his lips moving slowly, deliberately, as if savoring each moment, each taste of you. his hands, though gentle, had a strength that made you feel small beneath him, yet cherished. his fingers, impossibly long and deft, found the apron tied over your dress, pulling at the knot with ease. the fabric loosened and fell away, forgotten, as his attention shifted to the way your knees bent, your legs spreading just slightly, enough for him to notice the hitch in your breath.

his eyes followed the movement, lingering where your dress had bunched up, revealing the soft cotton of your pink panties. his gaze dropped to the faint dampness staining the fabric, and a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. his thumb traced the outline of your swollen lips, his touch feather-light but sending a ripple of anticipation through your body.

“what do you want, baby?” his voice was low, almost a whisper, as his thumb pressed lightly against your bottom lip. the question hung in the air between you, heavy and full of promise, but the words you wanted to say tangled in your throat. you let out a small, pathetic whimper, your mouth parting slightly as his thumb pushed past your lips, pressing against your tongue.

“you know i’ll give my girl whatever she wants if she uses her words, right?” he murmured, his tone teasing but affectionate, the dark timber of it wrapping around you like a velvet rope. his thumb pressed deeper, your lips wrapping around the knuckle as you instinctively closed your mouth around him. the weight of his finger, the intimacy of it, made your breath hitch, a broken sound escaping your throat as you struggled to find your voice. you nodded, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as his thumb pressed further into your mouth, deeper until it filled the space, until he was satisfied. your teeth grazed lightly against his skin as you tried to speak around him, your voice muffled, rasping out a soft, desperate plea. “want you, xiao, please.”

his eyes darkened at your words, his free hand cupping your cheek as his thumb finally withdrew, leaving you gasping for breath. his gaze roamed over your face, taking in the tears clinging to your lashes, the flush of your cheeks, the way your lips were swollen and parted. his thumb brushed across your cheek, wiping away the tear that had slipped free, his lips curving into a gentle smile that didn’t quite reach the hunger in his eyes. “god, you’re too much,” he murmured, his voice thick with something darker, something possessive. his hand slipped down to your waist, fingers skimming the sensitive skin just above your panties. your breath hitched again, the sensation of his fingers so close to where you needed him most almost unbearable.

déjùn's knuckle grazed over your clothed pussy, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through you that made your nails dig into his arm. your fingertips brushed against the prominent veins running down his forearm, feeling his pulse beneath your touch. you were aching, desperate for more, but just when you thought he'd finally give you what you craved, he stopped. the loss of contact made your body tense with frustration, and you pouted, your lips parting in disappointment. he caught your expression and smiled, his fingers stroking the soft skin of your thigh. his touch was gentle, teasing, as he asked, “can you do something for me?”

you nodded eagerly, desperate for him to stop teasing, to finally get on with what you both so clearly wanted. “take everything off,” he said, his voice low, thick with desire, “and put your apron back on.”

the request caught you off guard, a moment of surprise flashing in your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the way your body responded to the thought. the sight of you in nothing but the apron—cooking for him, being his—was enough to drive him insane. it made you feel delicate, pretty, like you belonged to him completely. you could feel your pulse quickening at the idea, the excitement building as you imagined how his gaze would devour you.

standing on the bed, your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the hem of your sundress. déjùn was on his knees beneath you, his hands gently guiding you, helping to pull the fabric over your head. his lips followed the path of your dress as it lifted, leaving soft, lingering kisses down your stomach, his nose brushing against your skin. when the fabric pooled at your feet, his lips reached the top of your thighs, kissing just above your panties, his breath warm against the sensitive skin. the ache between his legs was becoming unbearable, the sight of you, the taste of your skin—it was overwhelming. hos hands slid up the back of your thighs, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh, gripping you like he never wanted to let go.

your hands were shy, hesitant, as you reached behind your back to unhook your bra. the strap loosened, and déjùn’s hands were quick to pull it down, his eyes dark with desire as the material fell away. he leaned upward, his lips finding the bare skin of your breast, his tongue darting out to trace slow, tantalizing circles around your nipple. a soft moan escaped your lips, your back arching slightly as his mouth closed over you, sucking gently. “keep going, baby,” he murmured against your skin, his breath hot against your nipple. his voice was low, laced with hunger, urging you on.

you did as you were told, your fingers trembling as you hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your panties, tugging them down your thighs. déjùn's mouth left your breast, but his hand replaced it, groping and tugging at the sensitive flesh as he shifted his attention lower. he was utterly entranced by the sweet smell of your core, the way your body trembled as you exposed yourself to him. his free hand moved to spread your thighs apart, his fingers gentle but firm, guiding you to open for him. his lips brushed against your inner thigh, trailing soft kisses as he moved closer to where you needed him most. you could feel his breath hot against your folds, his nose grazing your entrance, teasing you, making you shake beneath his touch.

“xiao—” you began to beg, your voice a broken whisper, but he cut you off with a soft shush, his lips brushing against your thigh as he did. the vibration of his voice shot straight through you, making your core tighten in anticipation. “almost there,” he murmured, his voice soft, soothing, but full of promise. you let out a small whimper, your hips shifting slightly, aching for him to stop teasing. but instead of giving in, he licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your thigh, his nose brushing dangerously close to your core without touching. he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of your arousal, and it took everything in him to resist the temptation to devour you.

you reached for the apron, your hands shaking as you pulled it over your head, the thin straps tightening around your neck as you adjusted it. déjùn pulled back just enough to watch, his eyes dark and hungry as they roamed over your body. the front of the apron barely covered you, the fabric tight around your waist, your breasts spilling out from the sides. from his angle, your core was still exposed, and the sight made his breath hitch.

with a groan, he reached for you, his hands gripping your hips as he turned you around, his gaze taking in the sight of your ass peeking out from the back of the apron. his fingers trembled slightly as he hastily tied the strings behind you, pulling you back down onto the bed. “you drive me insane,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his hands gripping you firmly as he tugged the knot tight.

déjùn laid you down gently on your back, his body hovering over yours, and for a moment, the world felt still. his lips found yours in a kiss so soft, so slow, that it made your heart stutter. his eyes scanned over you, lingering on the way the apron clung to your body, leaving so much exposed yet teasingly hidden. “you like it?” you asked shyly, your voice barely a whisper, your breath catching as his gaze turned heavy with desire.

without a word, his hands shot up, grabbing your breasts where they spilled shamelessly out of the apron’s sides, kneading them with an intensity that made your entire body flush with heat. “so much,” he groaned, his voice thick with hunger. “look so perfect, so pretty. the prettiest wife.” your breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his words sank into you. but it was what he said next that made your body tremble, made the air in the room feel heavier, thicker. “you’ll be an even prettier mommy.”

the thought made you squirm beneath him, your thighs pressing together instinctively as his hands worked over your body. the idea of being his—entirely, fully, and forever—drove him wild. he didn’t just want you. he wanted to claim you, to breed you, to see you swollen with the weight of his children. the thought of you, plump and heavy with his seed, your belly round and your breasts full, helpless and tender for him—he needed it. he could already picture it: kissing your feet to soothe your exhaustion, cradling your swollen belly, watching you as you moved around his home, his perfect, precious wife. it was the most enchanting image, one that fueled the fire already burning inside him.

“gonna let me make you one, yeah?” his voice was soft, almost a plea, though there was nothing but certainty in his eyes. even with the unbearable strain in his pants, he was patient, waiting for your answer. “yeah,” you murmured, your voice shaking with need, “put a baby in me.” you would give him whatever he wanted because you wanted it just as much, maybe even more. the thought of being his, completely his, sent shivers down your spine, and you could feel the tension building inside him, the way his body shuddered at your words.

a grunt escaped him as he pushed your knees to your chest, spreading you wide open for him. his head dipped between your thighs, and instead of diving in like you expected, he pressed his face into your core, breathing you in deeply. his groan reverberated through your body, and your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as you moaned. he had no idea just how wet you were, how ready you were for him. your slick clung to his nose and cheeks as he nuzzled deeper, the heat of his breath and the pressure of his face sending waves of pleasure through your core. you could feel the wetness slipping down your thighs, soaking his skin, and it only made you need him more.

“you’re making a mess, baby,” he grunted, his voice rough as his hands kneaded your thighs, fingers tracing the edge of the apron. “fuck, getting me all fucking dirty.” your response was nothing more than a pitiful whine, your body arching beneath him, lips parting as tears welled in your eyes from the overwhelming need for more. the sensation of his face pressed against you, his nose grazing your clit, was driving you mad.

then, his tongue flicked out, wrapping around your clit with a precision that made you see stars. he sucked at it gently at first, teasing you, then harder, his lips closing over your entire core. his tongue darted out, licking up and down your slit, collecting every bit of your juices, savoring the taste of you. “too much,” you shuddered, your voice barely a whisper as you tried to hold back. “wanna cum on your dick, please.”

you could beg all you liked, but déjùn was as mean as he was generous. he didn’t listen, didn’t stop. his pace quickened, his nose pressing into your clit while his tongue worked over your folds, licking up the slick that dripped down your thighs. you tasted so sweet, so familiar, and the more he tasted, the more he wanted. your core throbbed beneath his touch, your walls tightening as the pleasure built, unbearable, almost too much. you whimpered as he slipped a finger inside you, curling it, hitting that soft, spongy spot that made you cry out.

you sobbed quietly, the sensation overwhelming, your body on the brink of release. but just when you thought you’d fall over the edge, he pulled away. the loss of his mouth, of his touch, left you trembling, a frustrated whine escaping your lips. he was so mean. so mean. but then, his face softened, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to your mouth. his chin was slick with your juices, his breath hot against your lips, and his fingers brushed away the tears that had spilled from your eyes.

“gonna stretch you out so good,” he groaned against your mouth, his words laced with promise, with need. “baby’s gonna pop right out once i’m done with you.” the taste of your arousal lingered on your tongue as his lips moved over yours, his hands roaming your body, his touch firm yet tender. you could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body trembled with restraint as he hovered above you, his cock hard and aching against your thigh.

he made you watch as he peeled his clothes away, but you would’ve watched either way. how could you not? how could you look away, when he looked so good? his dark hair clung to his forehead, slick with sweat. in fact, he was sweaty all around. his chin and fingers were still wet with your arousal, but every other part of him was wet with sweat, and he’s never looked better. what really had your attention was his boxers, the sight of the tip of his cock peeking out from the top, hard and angry, pressing against his abs, eager to escape its confinement.

he chuckled as he watched your concentration, disrupting your thoughts. it only encouraged him to continue, tugging his boxers down his thighs eagerly. he let out a shameless groan as his cock collided with his stomach, upright and hard to the touch, the cool air grazing it and flooding him with temporary relief. he was so big, so so big, and you would never get used to it. every vein was prominent, blue clashing with the angry shade of red his cock was, begging for attention in every way. he seemed smug, pleased with how shocked you were as he took your frail hand and wrapped it around the base.

“oh, fuck,” he growled at the feeling of your fingers wrapped around him so generously. you looked up at him with doe eyes, innocent and sweet as if you weren’t a filthy mess for him. you stroked him from the base of his cock to the tip, your thumb dancing around the slit where pre-cum had started dribbling down his shaft. you savored the sounds he was making as you collected his seed with your thumb, releasing his dick just to plop your thumb into your mouth. he watched with a sinister gaze as your lips wrapped around your finger, sucking off the salty mess he was starting to make.

just like that, it was over. he pushed your knees up to your chest once more, eyes glazing over your weeping cunt a final time as he grabbed his dick, alligning it with your cunt. you could feel the tip against your clit, rock hard and thick as he tapped it against your pussy. “xiao, please, need you to fuck me,” you begged through unshed tears. you were about to press down against him, to stir up the smallest bit of friction, but he was mean. he held your hip down with his free hand, just to release his dick from his other one.

then, it unfolded before you could predict it. his free hand came down against your pussy, harsh and unforgiving with a squelch as his palm collided with a smack. your hips stuttered at the pain and sinful pleasure as a tear fell down your cheek, the weight of his cruel gaze unmatched. he spread his fingers in front of your face with a subtle smirk. “see how wet you are?” he cooed, gesturing to the slick dripping down his palm. “see how wet i make you?” all you could do was nod, too ashamed and too desperate to talk. he was plased, all too pleased with just how abused your cunt looked from a single slap.

it urged him on, encouraging him to bring his cock right back to your core. this time, there was no teasing. he would so generously give you what you were looking for, no matter how much it hurt—and it definitely hurt. no matter how many times he fucked you, no matter how hard, you would never adjust to his size. you moaned in synchronization as he eased his dick past your folds, your walls clamping down on him the second he entered you. you could feel every inch, every vein and every pulse. it was raw, it was painful, and it felt too good.

his eyes locked with yours as he slammed into you, the sound of your moans and the slap of his skin against yours echoing in the room. your tits bounced with every thrust, smacking against your chin as your knees were forced into your chest. you felt so full, so used, so utterly owned by this man. and yet, you craved more. “deeper,” you panted, your nails digging into the bed as your body begged for release. “deeper, xiao, need more.” he would oblige, he wanted it more than you did. he was determined to put a baby in you.

his strokes grew more erratic, his breaths shallower as he fucked you like it was his life's mission. your eyes never left his, the connection between you palpable. his cock was like a piston, relentlessly plunging into your tight pussy, hitting that spot that made you scream his name with every thrust. your walls quivered around him, desperately trying to keep him in, to keep that feeling forever. “this pussy was made for my cock, yeah?” he slurred, circling his hips before slamming right back into you. tears slid down your cheeks at the sensation of it, you wanted to be owned by him.

his hand tightened around your hip, his other gripping your chin to force your gaze up to his. “tell me how much you love it, baby. tell me how much you want my cum inside you,” he demanded, his voice thick with need. and you did, you told him just how much you loved it, how much you needed it. you begged him to fill you up, to breed you, to make you his. “fill me up with your cum, dont let any spill out,” you begged through your tears as they coated his hand. “get me pregnant, knock me up, xiao—fuck—” he was relentless, absolutely relentless with his hands on your knees, pushing you back to let him go deeper, his balls slapping against the flesh of your ass as he threw his head back with a groan.

you watched as his abs tensed, his cock thickening even more as he picked up his pace. the smack of skin on skin grew louder, your moans turning into screams as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. it was agonizingly beautiful, the way his body moved with yours, the way your cunt clamped down on him as he drove deeper, the way your tits jiggled with every thrust. you felt yourself getting closer, your walls tightening around his dick, the pressure building. he was gonna breed your cunt, make an oven out of your pussy.

his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he fucked you harder, the friction setting your nerves alight. “i’m gonna cum,” you gasped, your voice high and desperate. “i’m gonna cum on your cock, xiao.” he grunted, his hips slamming into you, his own orgasm just as imminent. “yes, baby, cum for me,” he whispered, his eyes dark with lust. “cum all over me, show me how much you want it.” and just like that, you did. your body tensed, your back arched, and a scream tore from your throat as your pussy spasmed around his cock, clenching tight as you came harder than you ever had before.

his rhythm didn't falter, though. if anything, it grew more intense, more punishing. “not yet,” he said, his voice strained. “i’m not done with you.” his thumb kept working your clit, pushing you into another orgasm, and another, until your cries were nothing but desperate pleas for mercy. but mercy wasn't something déjùn knew how to give, not when he had you like this, not when he could feel you milking him, begging for his seed.

his eyes were wild with lust, his pupils blown wide as he watched you come undone beneath him. “you’re gonna take every drop,” he promised, his strokes growing shallower as he chased his own release. “you’re gonna be pregnant with my baby, you're gonna carry it and grow it and push it out just for me.” the thought sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of fear and excitement that had you trembling all over.

his thumb never left your clit, even as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsing with the beginnings of his orgasm. “xiao,” you whispered, “i’m gonna—” but he silenced you with a kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth, tasting the salt of your tears and the sweetness of your cries. he groaned against your lips, his hand leaving your chin to wrap around the base of his cock as he pushed in one final, deep thrust. you felt the warmth of his cum fill you, the pressure building until it was almost too much. your eyes rolled back in your head as your body was hit with a final wave of pleasure, his seed spilling into your womb. “yes,” you chanted, your voice muffled by his mouth. “yes, yes, yes—”

his body tensed above you, his muscles tight as he emptied himself inside you. his cock jerked, pulsing, and you could feel every drop of his cum coating your insides. when he finally pulled out, a string of it followed, connecting his cock to your pussy before snapping, leaving a trail of white on your skin. “so good,” he murmured, kissing down your neck as his hands softened on your hips. “so fucking good.” he was pleased, too pleased. all with the sight of your pussy coated in white—coated in his white.

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a/n: what would you do if when you okay so he said yes would GO 💜 thank you for requesting ily

[thetypingpup]

Just Xiaojun fucking you till your dumb

You've lost count of how many times you've cum already but with how relentless Xiaojun's hips are you can already feel another one building

And when he asks you if you feel good you can only moan out broken sentences to him that aren't even words

"Aww is someone cock drunk?" Xiaojun says above you, his hips never stilling. "You feel so good I've fucked you dumb?"

this was an attempt on my very soul omfg...

fuck imagine he's fucking you outside too, like in the hedge maze of a fancy garden. you both snuck away from the gala and into the night, getting lost in the verdant expanse and hiding away in the shadows. now he's got you bent over clutching the edge of a fountain, the rushing water doing little to hide your breathy moans. you struggle to hold yourself up, overwhelmed by pleasure. your dress has been pulled and tugged aside, exposing you to the cool night air, but all you can feel is the molten pleasure of orgasms running together melting over you.

as soon as your head dips down, xiaojun is quick to lift you back up, grasping you by the neck and craning your head back. your voice thins as you breathe in sharply, the sudden shift making you clutch the stone to keep from crumbling completely. he watches your reflection in the rippling water, taking in the way the sliver moonlight makes your glittery tears sparkle with silver as they stream down your face, how the lipstick on your kiss swollen lips has gone from yours to his, his cocky ass has the audacity to laugh at how ruined you are.

"aww, what's the matter baby? too drunk on cock to think?" he mutters in your ear, and the sound of his voice alone has you clenching with a whine. your head tips again and he's quick to tighten his grip on your neck, bending you back so you're still upright. you don't know how long you can keep this up, how many more orgasms you can take, but he doesn't show any sign of stopping any time soon. the breeze picks up and brings with it a more intense chill, but it doesn't nothing to quell the heat building between you too. it does nothing to cool the flares of pleasure that are being fanned with every thrust. he feels so fucking good, fucking you at the perfect pace, stretching you out perfectly with every thrust, holding you and taunting you perfectly, that you never want this to fucking end.

"you don't have to think, baby. just let me fuck you for the rest of the night." he assures you with a heated kiss to your neck, followed quickly by his teeth sinking into the skin. with a wordless cry, you arch your back as you cum around him again, your knees almost giving out as your body is wracked with rapture. the last thing you see before your eyes slide shut, before your body gives way to euphoria, is a sliver of silver moonlight and the cocky smirk on xiaojun's face.

[xomakara]

No One But You

SUMMARY | One drunken night with Xiaojun gave you the most precious thing in the world, your son. Years later, Xiaojun returns from overseas and finally gets to reunite with you and his son. PAIRINGS | Xiaojun/Fem!Reader GENRE | non-idol au, daddy!Xiaojun, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, slight angst, fluff RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6,813 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Originally, this was supposed to be a fantasy with the whole isekai theme. But this idea had been swimming in my mind lately and so here you go. I hope this makes sense and that it flowed okay. I struggled a bit haha. Hope you all like it.

"Just give it some thought," Renjun, your best friend, muttered one day. You were both sitting in your favorite cafe, drinking your lattes and getting on each other's nerves with an annoying amount of frequency. It was a pretty standard Sunday afternoon to be honest - so you had just agreed to meet here.

Nothing special.

"And what do I get for this?" you asked, glancing up from your coffee. Renjun had been pestering you to join him at this new company your friends Mark and Johnny established. They promised it would be very profitable and the pay was good as well. And he was very persistent. Like never ending. He'd been talking about it nonstop since yesterday morning when you woke up.

You rolled your eyes and went back to sipping your coffee. "I mean it's not like I don't want to help them out, but they're not giving me any kind of perks."

"You get to see eye-candy all day long." Renjun snorted. "How is that not a perk? At least this way you can finally find someone who'll satisfy you better than-"

"Don't you dare say his name." You muttered under your breath.

"C'mon Y/N." Renjun patted your hand. "It's been years since you last dated Jungwoo. I’m sure he’s happily married and has kids. Besides, you have a son now, too. Does Xiaojun know?"

Xiaojun...

The father of your son.

You've known Xiaojun since your college days. He was a friend of Renjun, Mark and Johnny and he always tagged along whenever you hung out with them. Back then, he used to flirt shamelessly and his charm would always manage to make you laugh and blush simultaneously. You were in a serious relationship with your ex, Jungwoo, during that time, but that all changed however, when you ended your three year relationship with him. Your relationship just didn't work out. He cheated on you multiple times. You loved him with all your heart, though. But you couldn't be with someone who hurt you constantly. Your heartbreak left you feeling empty and lonely. Your entire world crumbled around you and you felt like nothing could ever go right again.

Your friends were there to help you through your tough times. To cheer you up, Renjun and the others dragged you out to the biggest Neo frat party of the semester, despite your constant protests. Of course, you had fun that night. It was a relief to forget about your troubles for a while. In a drunken stupor and clearly horny, you found Xiaojun dancing nearby. Without thinking twice, you walked over to him and grabbed his hands to sway to the music. And god, he was sexy in those leather pants and tight black shirt. It was hard to resist him and not give into temptation. After a few minutes, you decided to dance closer to him. And God, he smelled so good. Like fresh air, soft lips and spring flowers. That did it. Before you knew it, you were making out with him against the wall.

Things quickly escalated and before you knew it, the rest was history. It was just a one night thing between you two. And you never did date him. He left to study overseas a few weeks later and disappeared off your radar.

When you found out you were pregnant a month after that drunken night with Xiaojun, you were scared and confused. You never imagined that one drunken night with him could have changed your future so drastically. The urge to tell him that you were pregnant was overwhelming. You wanted to reach out to him, talk to him, tell him about the baby, apologize for what happened that night. But you also couldn't deny that your decision that night wasn't completely your own.

You'd been depressed and lonely since your breakup with Jungwoo and Xiaojun provided you with the comfort you needed. Was it wrong of you to use him that way? Or did you deserve something more? If you chose to keep the baby, who would take care of it? Where would you live? Who would be its father?

You had to tell someone and you eventually told Renjun, Mark and Johnny about your pregnancy, revealing that Xiaojun had to be the father since he was the last person you’ve slept with. Your friends reacted predictably: they offered their unconditional support and told you that you were strong enough to raise the child on your own. They were your best friends and they wanted to be the best uncles they could be to your son.

But even after that fateful night, you continued to think about what could have been if he had stayed. If you had found out you were pregnant if you were together.

You shook your head. "No, he still doesn't know about our son."

Renjun sighed. "You know he's back in town. He’s been asking me about you too. Its just a matter of time before Xiaojun talks to our friends and finds out he has a son. You should tell him before that happens."

"I know but I can't just tell him I got pregnant after one drunken night together. There are too many details involved."

Renjun ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed and leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table. "What are you going to do, Y/N?"

"That's the problem. I don't know what to do." You mumbled. "I don't want him to resent me or hate me. I want him to love my son and accept him. That's all I ask for."

"Then just tell him. I'm sure he won't mind if you told him the truth."

"But what if he does?" You replied, looking down at your cup. "Wouldn't that complicate things? Especially since we have a child together. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if he blamed me for ruining his life or something. I wouldn't be able to look at him or be near him anymore."

Renjun shrugged. "Who says he will blame you? You guys are adults, after all. Plus, we’re not children anymore. Our lives are different. It's not the same as back then. I think you're just being paranoid."

"Am I?" You looked up, frowning. "Do you really believe I am?"

He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Not really, no. I know you, Y/N. You're more forgiving than most people. But sometimes, people need to face the consequences of their actions. And even if they don't, there are plenty of other fish in the sea. It's not like your son needs a man around to protect him."

Renjun waved away your concern. "So don't let your feelings towards him ruin your happiness. You deserve to be happy, Y/N. So tell him about your son."

“I’m home!” You called out as you stepped into your apartment.

You heard the pitter patter of small feet and a small figure ran out of the bedroom before launching unto you. “Mommy! Mommy!”

You cooed as you picked your son up in your arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your neck and buried his face into your chest. "Hi Dongjun, my beautiful angel. Did you miss me?"

"Of course!" He squealed excitedly. "I missed you, mommy."

“You’re so silly.” You giggled as you planted a kiss on top of his head. “You don’t need to miss me because you’re going to see me every day. Right?"

Dongjun giggled excitedly and nodded his head. "Right mommy!"

"Good." You hugged him tightly. "Because I missed you too."

The two of you walked slowly down the hallway. Dongjun held onto your hand and grinned widely as he talked about his random adventures with Uncle Jisung, your younger brother. When you asked where Uncle Jisung was, your son pointed at your brother's room stating that 'Uncle Jisung is studying'.

“Hey Mommy, wanna watch a movie with me?” Dongjun asked, tugging at your shirt sleeve.

“Okay honey, but first, can I change into comfy clothes?” You questioned, pointing towards your bedroom.

“Mm hmm.” Dongjun nodded enthusiastically as he plopped on the couch and proceeded to watch TV.

After changing into sweats and a loose t-shirt, you settled down next to your son. You placed your hand on his head and smiled as you stroked his hair gently. It was nice being able to spend quality time with your son. Dongjun was so happy when he was with you. He loved watching movies and playing games with you. You could already tell that he was smart, mature and creative. If only you could turn back time, things would be different.

You wondered how life would have been if you told Xiaojun about Dongjun. Or how it would be if you got together with him. But looking at your son, you knew that whatever happened, you made the right choice. No matter what choices you made in the past, your son will always be yours.

“Alright, time for bed. Let’s snuggle.” You told your son as you pulled him close to your body.

“Yes!” Dongjun grinned happily.

You leaned over to kiss him on the forehead and you smiled as you closed your eyes. At least one good thing came out of that drunken night, you thought.

"Mommy?" Dongjun suddenly asked as he poked you in the arm.

"Hmm?" You opened your eyes and glanced at your son. "What is it honey?"

"Did you love daddy when you first met him?"

“Hmmm…now that’s a tough question to ask me, squirt.” You pinched his cheek. “How should I answer it?”

“I think you loved Daddy.” Dongjun said confidently. “Because if you didn’t love Daddy, then I wouldn’t be here today. So you must have loved Daddy when you first met him.”

You smiled as tears welled up in your eyes. Dongjun was such a sweet boy.

"Sweetie, you are the most important person in my life. And no matter what happens, I will always love you." You hugged him tightly. "I am very lucky to have a child like you."

"Aw, Mommy. Thank you." Dongjun wiped away the tear from your eye. "Now let's go to sleep, okay?"

"Yes." You nodded. "Night-night, Sweetie."

Dongjun yawned as he curled up in your lap. You kissed his forehead again and whispered good night in his ear. Then you watched as he drifted off to sleep.

You didn't expect that your life would turn out like this. You had always dreamt of finding true love and getting married someday. But fate decided otherwise. Now you were living alone, raising your son singlehandedly. A part of you wished that things could have been different. Maybe your son would grow up knowing his father. Maybe you could've dated Xiaojun or find another man to share your life with.

But all those questions went unanswered as you drifted off to sleep.

There was nothing you could do about it. The past is the past. And there was no point dwelling on it anymore. Your son was the only light in your life. Without him, you would have been lost in despair and misery. You may not have found love, but you learned to accept what fate gave you.

Everything else was secondary.

God damn, he's still handsome.

You couldn't help but bite your bottom lip as you watched Xiaojun put in his order with the waiter. Even after all these years, you still found him attractive. And he noticed you noticing him. His smile widened and he leaned towards you slightly. You held your breath as you smiled politely.

There was no denying that you felt some attraction to him back in your college days. If you weren’t dating Jungwoo back then, you would have jumped on the chance to get with Xiaojun.

But you never acted on those thoughts. There was no reason to start a relationship with him when Jungwoo was willing to be by your side. But that was before there were problems in the relationship. Before you broke up with Jungwoo. Before you found yourself alone.

Back then, everything was perfect. You were the happiest girl alive. Everything seemed so easy. You spent all your time doing fun stuff with your friends and boyfriend. As long as you were with them, you couldn't imagine a life without them.

It was an exciting time in your life. You were young, carefree and optimistic. Life seemed limitless. You had so much hope and dreams. What would you do now that all those hopes and dreams have faded away?

All that was left was regret and pain.

And now here you were, years later, sitting across from him as he gave you a sweet smile. That smile was one thing that always got to you. Especially after all this time. You tried to act natural, but the truth was you felt like you were caught in your own private show. And you weren't the only one noticing him. There were quite a few women gawking and flirting with him, although he seemed to not notice.

Xiaojun stared at you intently for a few moments before speaking. "So how are you doing, Y/N?"

"Eh, good, thanks." You shrugged. "How are you?"

"Glad to be back home." He said, smiling broadly. “I really missed Korean and Chinese food here."

You gave him a small smile. "It’s good to see that you were doing good overseas though."

"It was tough but it was worth all the experiences." Xiaojun grinned.

“I bet.” You nodded, trying not to look at his mouth. Jesus Christ, he still looked edible. You were tempted to lean forward and kiss him, but you managed to hold yourself back. "So Renjun mentioned that you've been asking about me. What's that all about, huh?"

Xiaojun blushed as he fidgeted in his seat. "Uh, well…" He paused. “I guess I just miss hanging out with you and the others."

"Life has gotten in the way, that's all." You sighed. "But I promise I'll try to spend more time with you now that you’re back home."

"Really?" Xiaojun raised an eyebrow. "Like, on a regular basis?"

"Maybe." You grinned sheepishly. "Or maybe not. Depends if you keep bugging me like Renjun always does. I wonder why I'm still friends with him..."

“Ha ha, you wouldn't trade him for the world.” Xiaojun replied with a laugh.

"True that.” You chuckled. “He’s my best friend after all.”

A small silence followed. Both of you simply stared at each other awkwardly. Finally, Xiaojun broke the silence. "Listen…I'm sorry about what happened in college. I never meant to hurt you. You're one of my closest friends and I don't want anything to ruin that."

"You never hurt me, Xiaojun." You shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. "I was heartbroken when Jungwoo dumped me and I needed a distraction from the pain. We were both drunk and horny at that frat party. I don't regret that one night with you. I don't blame you for it. None of it was your fault."

"You're a good person, Y/N." Xiaojun muttered quietly.

"Thanks." You replied sincerely. "Sometimes I feel guilty for using you to distract myself. And even after all this time, I can't bring myself to look at you without thinking about Jungwoo. It's a stupid reason, huh?"

"No, it's understandable." Xiaojun smiled gently. "People need distractions sometimes. Plus, that one night turned out to be pretty good for you. You enjoyed yourself, found comfort in someone's arms, and felt loved. It helped you get over your broken heart. Even if it was just for one night."

"Yeah. And thank you for that, by the way." You smiled softly. "For taking care of me that night. For listening to me cry about my ex."

"Don't mention it." Xiaojun said as he waved away the compliment. "You were hurting and I cared about you. You needed some comfort and I wanted to provide that for you."

"That makes me feel better." You laughed. You sucked in a deep breath. “Xiaojun, can I tell you something?”

"Of course." Xiaojun assured you.

You hesitated for a moment. It had been years since you talked to Xiaojun but you hoped that he would understand where you were coming from. After a few minutes, you decided to continue.

"It’s hard for me to say this but…” You took a deep breath. “Xiaojun, you’re a dad…”

“Wait, what?” Xiaojun gasped.

“We have a son,” You answered quickly. “His name is Dongjun.”

Xiaojun blinked several times. “Are you sure he’s mine?”

"You were the last person I had sex with before I found out I was pregnant." You nodded your head and pulled out your phone, scrolling through the pictures of Dongjun. “He looks exactly like you. Just look at the pictures.”

Xiaojun stared down at the photo of Dongjun on his phone. He took in the picture and blinked slowly. His expression softened as he looked back at you.

“Our son…” He murmured quietly. “Wow.”

“I know you might be mad or disappointed that I didn’t tell you but…” You paused. “I wasn’t ready to face you after I found out I was pregnant. I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come back to Korea and take care of me and the baby because we had that one night together.”

Xiaojun shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Y/N, don't worry about that. I know our relationship is complicated but there is no way I would ever resent you or the baby. In fact, I feel happy to hear that you're raising our son well."

“I’m glad you think that.” You smiled. “I never really talked about you. When Dongjun asks where you are, I just tell him that you had to work somewhere far away. How do you tell a four year old that his mom and dad aren’t even a couple? How do you tell him that his mom and dad were drunk and horny one night and that’s how he was conceived? Telling him that you worked far away was the best option.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Xiaojun sighed. “Can I meet him? Please, Y/N? I would love to meet my son.”

“Of course, I’d like you to meet him.” You agreed, nodding. “And knowing Dongjun, he already loves you very much.”

“I already love him too, you know?” Xiaojun gave a slight laugh. “I wish I had met him earlier. Things would have been different between us. I wouldn’t have gone overseas. I would have stayed and we could have explored if there was truly a connection between us.”

“Maybe things wouldn’t have changed that much.” You reminded him. “Even if you did stay, we were really never together. Not after that one night. All we did was sleep together. There was nothing more than sex going on. You flirted with me, sure. And I needed comfort from a broken heart. So there was nothing binding us together.“

“Yes, there was.” Xiaojun argued. “The first moment I met you, that first time you smiled so sweetly at me when Renjun introduced us, I knew I liked you right away. It’s like I could see you clearly for the first time. The way you walked, your attitude, your body language, everything was so perfect. But you were with Jungwoo at the time. I didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him, so I just tried to hang out with you whenever possible.”

He sighed, looking at you softly. “After you broke up with Jungwoo, I realized that I was in love with you. That one drunk night at the frat party made me realize how I felt about you. And I never stopped loving you since then.”

“But why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, suddenly feeling sad.

“I didn’t want you to rush anything. You were healing from a broken heart and I didn’t want to add more problems to your life. I just knew that you needed love and comfort even if it was for one night.” Xiaojun explained. “And I didn’t want to scare you off by telling you how I felt.”

“I understand.” You whispered sadly. “But you should have told me sooner. Maybe I felt the same way.”

“Well, I’m telling you now.” Xiaojun said, giving you a reassuring smile. “Did you ever felt anything for me? Like, was there any chance that you could have fallen in love with me?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “If I wasn’t dating Jungwoo back then, I probably would have started to develop feelings for you too. Maybe even developed them into something more.”

“I’m glad you said that.” Xiaojun breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Xiaojun, now that you’re back for good…” You paused. “Do you think that we could give this another shot? Maybe see where things really go between us? If you just want to be friends or just in Dongjun’s life, then it’s fine with me. But I just thought…”

“I want that too.” Xiaojun cut you off. “I want to see where this goes. With you, and Dongjun. I can be the father that Dongjun deserves and I will make sure to devote myself fully to my son and to you.”

“Okay.” You agreed. You stood up and grabbed his hand. “Come. Let’s go see our son.”

It took you but minutes by car to reach your apartment. You reached your door and unlocked it, calling out, “Dongjun! I’m home!”

Dongjun ran out of his room with a huge smile on his face. As soon as he spotted you, he jumped into your arms and gave you a big hug.

“Mommy! Mommy! I missed you!” He exclaimed happily.

“I missed you too, baby. Where’s Uncle Jisung?” You questioned, wondering where your younger brother was.

“Uncle Jisung is watching TV.” Dongjun suddenly noticed Xiaojun by the door. “Mommy, who’s that?”

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks. He opened his mouth to speak, but stopped himself.

"Well… Let's introduce ourselves, shall we?" You offered nervously.

Dongjun looked between you and Xiaojun curiously, wondering what was going on.

“He looks exactly like me.” Xiaojun muttered. “I can’t believe we made such a beautiful child.”

“Dongjun, this is your daddy.” You introduced the two of them.

“Daddy!” Dongjun squealed excitedly, jumping off your lap and running towards Xiaojun. Xiaojun hesitated for a second, still unsure whether he should accept Dongjun’s warm embrace. But after a brief hesitation, he leaned down to hug Dongjun with a big smile.

“Hi Dongjun. I’m your dad.” Xiaojun said softly.

“Dad! Dad! DAD!” Dongjun exclaimed loudly, unable to contain his excitement. He wrapped his tiny arms around Xiaojun’s neck, hugging him tightly.

"Oohh." Xiaojun gasped, surprised by Dongjun’s reaction. His body went rigid and he clutched onto Dongjun even tighter.

"Is everything alright?" You wondered, noticing the tension in the air.

"Uh… Yeah, it's fine." Xiaojun laughed. "Just caught me off guard, that's all. He’s just so energetic."

You nodded, chuckling. “Don’t worry, Xiaojun. You’ll get used to it.”

“I love him already.” Xiaojun breathed out. “This is the happiest day of my life.”

You smiled widely. You couldn’t help but tear up at the sight of Xiaojun being so affectionate with Dongjun. This must have meant so much to him.

"We're both so happy that you're here, daddy!" Dongjun exclaimed, planting kisses on Xiaojun's cheeks.

"Thank you for welcoming me, Dongjun." Xiaojun replied gently.

Dongjun giggled and wrapped his arms around Xiaojun's neck once again. Xiaojun laughed at Dongjun's enthusiasm. You grinned and looked at each other, sharing a small laugh.

“This is going to work out really well.”

It had been a few months since Xiaojun had moved into your apartment. Your brother Jisung had moved out and said that he and his friend, Chenle, found an apartment to share. You knew that Jisung didn't want to get involved in the love fest between you and Xiaojun.

Yours and Xiaojun’s relationship slowly began to blossom and develop into something more. It started with a few sweet kisses here and there. Soon enough, they became an everyday occurrence. At first, you were nervous and embarrassed. You wanted to wait until Dongjun grew older before letting him catch you kissing his father. However, you soon realized that letting Xiaojun seduce you was the most exciting thing you had experienced in a long time. And not only that, but seeing Dongjun's excitement while witnessing these intimate moments between you and Xiaojun, well…

It was adorable.

At some point, you started falling for Xiaojun. Hard. Your heart raced every time you saw him and every kiss sent shivers through your entire body. Soon enough, the longing to be with him outweighed everything else in your life. You knew that Dongjun loved Xiaojun as well, which helped ease your worries.

One night, the three of you were watching a movie when Dongjun asked you and Xiaojun a question.

“Mommy, Daddy, can I ask you a question?”

You looked over at Dongjun and he was eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Sure, honey. What is it?” You asked.

“Where do babies come from?” He inquired.

You and Xiaojun looked at each other, smiling awkwardly. After a few seconds of silence, you decided to take control of the situation.

“Honey, babies are actually made when mommies and daddies love each other very much.” You told him.

“Ohhh…” Dongjun stared at you and Xiaojun intently. “Then does mommy and daddy love each other very much?”

Xiaojun turned to look at you with a wide grin on his face. “Why yes, my little prince. We do.”

Dongjun beamed at the sight of Xiaojun's prideful expression. Then he looked at you and smiled.

“Does that mean I can have a baby brother or sister?” He asked, nodding vigorously.

You and Xiaojun exchanged looks again, smiling at each other silently. Finally, you pulled Dongjun into a tight hug.

“Of course, honey. One day, I hope that you'll have lots of siblings.” You whispered softly.

“Mmm. I'd like that.” Dongjun murmured, snuggling closer to you. "I love you, mommy. I love you, daddy."

You squeezed him tightly. “I love you, sweetie. So much.”

Dongjun eventually fell asleep in your arms. You glanced over at Xiaojun who was sitting next to you on the couch, playing with Dongjun's hair idly.

“Xiaojun?” You called out softly.

“Hmm?” He responded, continuing to play with Dongjun's hair.

“I've always wanted to tell you this.” You admitted, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I love you.”

His eyes widened at the sudden confession. A few seconds passed before he spoke.

“I love you too.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

Your heart fluttered at the sensation of his warm lips on yours. You felt yourself become flush as you pressed against him.

The moment was broken when Dongjun yawned, causing you to let go of Xiaojun's hands. You watched as he gathered his sleeping son into his arms. The two of them quietly made their way upstairs, leaving you alone downstairs.

Your cheeks were flushed red and your mind was filled with images of Xiaojun making passionate love to you on the sofa. Even though it was completely innocent, you found yourself feeling extremely aroused. You wondered if Xiaojun was feeling the same way.

After tucking in Dongjun, Xiaojun returned to the living room. He sat down beside you and looked at you lovingly. “I love you, Y/N. I want no one but you.”

“Who would have imagine one drunken night would lead to us being together again.” You sighed.

“That night changed everything for us.” Xiaojun agreed. “Our lives haven't been the same ever since.”

“I know.” You sighed, leaning against Xiaojun's chest. “If it weren't for that night, I wouldn't have had Dongjun or met you again.”

Xiaojun nuzzled his nose against your forehead. “Neither of us could have predicted how fate would bring us back together. And I am so grateful that it did.”

Your hands caressed his cheek. “I don't regret a single second we spent apart. I think our time apart made us realize how much we needed each other. Without you, Dongjun would never have existed.”

Xiaojun cupped your face in his hands and leaned in to press a tender kiss against your lips.

“Let's enjoy every minute we have together, okay?” He suggested.

You melted into his touch. Every kiss, every touch felt so right. For the first time in your life, you truly felt like everything was coming together perfectly.

"Yes, Xiaojun." You agreed, nipping his bottom lip playfully. "Should we give our little one a sibling?“

He grinned. “Definitely.”

“Have fun and don’t come back pregnant!” Renjun called out, Johnny laughing next to him.

“Dongjun, be good for the uncles!” Xiaojun called out, Dongjun excitedly chasing Mark.

“Yay! Sleepover with Uncles Renjun, Mark and Johnny!!” Dongjun shouted happily, throwing his arms in the air.

Renjun grabbed hold of him, swinging him around in a circle. “Yeah! We’re gonna have so much fun!”

You and Xiaojun exchanged hugs with Dongjun before getting into the car and driving back home. Both you and Xiaojun thought it would be good idea to have the guys take your son for the weekend so that you both can spend some time together alone.

Xiaojun held your hand as he was driving. His thumb gently stroked your fingers, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your mind drifted to thoughts of what would happen later tonight.

The only time you had sex with Xiaojun was that one drunken night all those years ago. Since you’ve officially gotten together, you’ve slept in the same bed but you’ve never touched each other intimately. You didn’t want Dongjun to catch the two of you if you were being sexual in any way shape or form.

But tonight was different.

Tonight you planned to surrender yourself to Xiaojun completely. This time you wanted to remember everything that happened and now that you’re together, it would be easy for you to recall all of the feelings and sensations.

As soon as you walked into your apartment, Xiaojun pulled you close and kissed you passionately. You groaned at the taste of his mouth on yours. His strong arms enveloped your waist, holding you firmly against his body. You slid your hands up his muscular arms and ran them through his hair. You savored the sensation of his scalp under your fingertips. His dark locks glistened with drops of sweat as he released his lips from yours and looked deep into your eyes.

“Do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Always.” You breathed, closing the gap between your lips once again.

Xiaojun growled deeply as he pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. He moaned as your tongue met his and instinctively he slipped his hand under your shirt. You gasped as he traced the edge of your bra, your nipples hardening instantly.

"I need you. Right now." He breathed heavily.

Your breathing matched his pace. You peeled off your shirt and unhooked your bra, allowing it to slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. Xiaojun smiled widely as he looked down at your naked breasts.

"God, I forgot how great they looked." He remarked, licking his lips hungrily.

He reached down and took your hands, pulling you closer to him. You stood before him, waiting patiently for him to make the first move. Suddenly, his mouth was on your left breast, sucking strongly on the nipple. Your hands immediately clutched his head, encouraging him to continue. You couldn’t help but moan loudly.

"You know..." He murmured between licks and kisses. "I've always wanted a repeat of that night. To feel your naked skin against mine... to kiss your body... to feel you come for me."

"Me too..." You gasped. "At least this time we're sober."

He laughed as he brought his lips back to your right breast, sucking and nibbling lightly. Your hands continued to run through his hair. You closed your eyes as his warm breath tickled your skin. When his hand finally reached your shorts, you grabbed his hand only to help him pull your pants off. Xiaojun slid his fingers underneath your panties and into your wet folds. You trembled as he played with your clit.

"God, you're so fucking wet." He muttered, chuckling. "And so ready for me."

He pulled away momentarily, to pull his shirt off. He slipped his fingers inside of you as you undid his belt buckle and zipper. Soon enough, his cock was freed from his pants and you wrapped it with your hand. As soon as you started stroking him, his hips bucked upwards.

"Fuck!" He grunted, removing his fingers from you and sliding your underwear down your legs and throwing them to the side.

His eyes met yours as he bent his head down and captured your mouth in a kiss. You moaned as his tongue found its way inside your mouth. You were still stroking his length as he pushed you towards the sofa.

You sat down, running your hand over his muscular chest. You looked at him with lust filled eyes. "Xiaojun..."

"Yeah baby?" He asked, brushing your hair behind your ear.

"Can I... suck you off?" You requested, leaning forwards.

"Oh god." He breathed. "Are you sure?"

You nodded your head.

"Y/N..." He groaned as you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick.

You hummed as you sucked, using your tongue to flick it quickly across the tip of his shaft. Xiaojun slowly stroked your hair as he watched you work his cock with your mouth. His own eyes were half-closed as he basked in the pleasure.

You took more of him into your mouth, moving your head up and down slowly. You could hear him moaning in pleasure as you moved your mouth faster and faster. He gripped the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place. You could feel his member throbbing as you took him deeper and deeper.

You began to increase your speed, taking more of him into your mouth at a rapid pace. Xiaojun grunted as he reached his limit, jerking his hips violently. You kept going until he was completely spent, spurting his hot cum onto your tongue.

You swallowed his seed greedily, wanting to taste every last drop of it. After cleaning his cock with your tongue, you withdrew your lips from his member and rested your head on his thigh. You turned your head to look at him, a small smile gracing your lips.

"Good job, baby." He praised, running his hands through your hair. "You're amazing. But I'm not done yet."

He kneeled in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your head and leaned in to kiss you passionately. Your tongues tangled in a heated embrace as you moaned into each other’s mouths. Xiaojun began to stroke your inner thighs, eliciting a loud gasp from you.

"Xiaojun...please...inside me..." You whimpered, unable to hide your desire.

"Not yet." He whispered huskily. "You've been so good for me already. I don't want to stop just yet."

Xiaojun knelt in front of you, kneeling on the floor. He pulled your legs apart, admiring the view. Your pussy was swollen and wet, calling out to him. He bent down and kissed your inner thigh softly, his breath tickling your skin. You shivered uncontrollably. Xiaojun raised his eyes to meet yours.

"Open your legs wider." He commanded, gently pushing your knees further apart.

"Mmm..." You moaned. "Yes, Xiaojun..."

You were lost in ecstasy as he placed soft kisses on your inner thighs, one by one. You could feel his fingers spreading your moist lips apart, exposing your swollen pink flesh to his gaze. He lowered his head to lick your slit delicately. You could feel your juices beginning to drip down your thighs. Xiaojun lifted his head to stare at your flushed cheeks, grinning widely.

"Your body is perfect." He remarked, tracing the outline of your lips with his index finger.

With one swift motion, he plunged his finger inside of you, making you cry out. He moved his hand slowly, circling your g-spot while also stimulating your clitoris with his thumb. The combination of pleasure overwhelmed you and soon you were clawing at the sofa cushion in an attempt to grab onto something.

"Xiaojun, please...oh my god!" You cried, unable to contain yourself.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked softly, trailing his tongue along your inner thigh.

You nodded vigorously, unable to find words.

"Say it, baby." He urged.

"Please... fuck me." You begged, panting heavily.

Xiaojun got up off the ground and looked at you. You had the cutest blush on your face as you gazed up at him. He cupped your cheek, smiling brightly at you. "Come here."

He walked towards the bedroom, dragging you behind him. Once he got there, he sat on the bed, grabbing your hand and pulling you on top of him.

"Y/N, I love you." He said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "No matter what happens, no matter where we go, no matter what our life has become... I will always love you. Please believe that."

He looked deep into your eyes, watching as tears began to stream down your face. "I love you too." You choked, tears falling freely.

His eyes softened and he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. "Let's get married. Let's give Dongjun brothers and sisters to play with."

You closed the gap between you and planted a tender kiss on his lips. You felt his erection growing beneath you and slowly maneuvered yourself to sit atop him. His fingers wrapped around your waist as you settled yourself comfortably on top of him. Xiaojun caressed your face with his hands.

"I can't wait to make you my wife." He whispered, looking into your eyes.

He slid one of his hands down to grip your ass, lifting you slightly. You sighed as he pressed himself against you. The tip of his cock nudged against your opening, getting you excited once again. Xiaojun groaned, pressing forward slightly. You threw your head back and forth as you felt his member slip inside of you. Xiaojun leaned down and pulled your lower lip into his mouth, sucking gently on it. You moaned as you felt the fullness inside of you.

"God... Xiaojun, that feels so good." You panted.

He lowered you down and continued to thrust upwards, hitting that sweet spot every single time. His hands held tightly onto your butt as he pulled you harder and harder onto him. Your cries of pleasure echoed throughout the room.

"Oh shit... Y/N... baby, I'm gonna-" He started, but you cut him off with a kiss.

"Xiaojun...not yet..." You mumbled against his lips. "I don't want it to end just yet."

Xiaojun chuckled softly and kissed you deeply. You ran your hands through his hair as you pressed against him. He continued to thrust rhythmically into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel your orgasm approaching rapidly and you moaned loudly.

"Cum for me, baby." Xiaojun ordered.

You dug your nails into his back as he picked up his pace. Xiaojun knew exactly when to slow down or intensify his movements. Every time he touched you in the most intimate of places, it sent chills all throughout your body. Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, nails scratching against the material. You bit your lip hard as Xiaojun fucked you harder than ever before.

"Baby, I'm gonna..." Xiaojun warned. "Fucking... shoot my load inside of you."

"Fuck, Xiaojun...please!" You cried, grasping at his back. "Cum in me!"

"Ahhh fuck... Y/N!" Xiaojun cried out, losing control. He pulled your hips back to meet his strokes, burying his entire shaft inside of you. You screamed out in pure ecstasy as he filled you with his cum. His cock pulsated inside of you as he came, coating your insides with his warm fluids. Xiaojun fell limply onto the bed beside you, both of you panting heavily. You rolled over to face him, gasping for air. He grinned at you as you traced your fingertips along his jawline.

"That was incredible." You declared, giving him a passionate kiss.

Xiaojun pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your body. You snuggled close to him as you let out a content sigh.

"So what do you say?" Xiaojun whispered into your ear. "Would you like to be my wife?"

"Yes." You whispered back, giggling. "Of course. I want no one but you and Dongjun. Only us. Always."

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Day 2 - Xiaojun

Pairings: Xiaojun X Reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 927

Warnings: Fingering (female receiving)

Spicy

“I’m really good with my fingers, you know.” He said, voice low and in your ear. 

You turned to him, eyebrow raised. “Oh yeah? Show me,” you teased before kissing his lips quickly. You and Xiaojun had been teasing each other throughout the night, but you two were at a party your friend was hosting. 

He smirked before grabbing your hand and leading you to an empty bedroom. His hands were all over you once the door was closed behind you two. Xiaojun had you pinned against the wall and his hands were all over your body. You giggled when you felt his lips peppering kisses against your neck. 

He smirked against your skin, proud of the way he was making you squirm. You and Xiaojun hadn’t done so much as kiss before tonight, but there was something about tonight that you both knew was the night. Neither of you could resist each other anymore; it was time. 

He pulled away from you and looked at your face, his eyes quickly went down to your lips, so you pulled him in for a kiss. Your hands were on the nape of his neck, holding him close as your lips danced with one another’s. His kisses were addictive and you couldn’t get enough of him. You wanted to kick yourself for waiting so long to be with him. 

“Should we move to the bed?” He said, slightly out of breath. You nodded and followed the cute boy to the large bed in the room. “Who’s room is this?” You asked as you sat down on the bed next to Xiaojun. “Ten’s. He said this was fine.” 

Your eyes widened. “You asked him if we could do this?” 

He chuckled. “He said it before I could ask. I don’t want to talk about this anymore - I need to show you what I can do,” Then he winked and you couldn’t help but giggle. Xiaojun was usually very shy so this new side to him was a surprise to you. Before you could even respond to him, he had moved your body so that he was on top of you, settling himself between your legs. 

His hands were traveling your body, but they had settled on unzipping your jeans. You looked at him as he pulled away from you. His eyes scanned your body before focusing on your jeans, which were quickly taken off your body. He chuckled seeing your little panties, wondering if you had worn those on purpose since they were his favorite color. 

“They were the first ones I found,” you said, almost sounding embarrassed. 

“They’re cute,” he assured you. “But they have to come off.” His eyes were clouded with lust and you couldn’t help but react to the tone in his voice. You nodded at him and he slowly pulled them down. He went back to kissing you as his fingers slowly began to rub your clit. 

You pulled away from him and moaned in his ear. His free hand was now creeping up your shirt and teasing your nipple through your bra. Your back arched when he pulled your bra down and tweaked your nipple between his fingers. “Xiaojun,” you moaned again. He loved hearing the way his name fell from your lips. It made him feel good about what he was doing to you. 

His fingers had now moved down to your slit, teasing you and collecting your wetness. “All for me?” He said in a teasing tone. You wanted to retort with something sarcastic back to him, but once he slid a finger inside you, your mind went blank. 

“Shit,” you said when he moved his finger slowly, teasing your inner walls. His sweet lips were all over your neck and collarbone, making your body incredibly sensitive. “F-feels so good,” 

Your hands were in his hair, his beanie that he had throughout the night was long gone. You tugged on his dark hair when he added a second finger and you spread your legs wider for him. He was now knuckle deep inside you, and you couldn’t contain the lewd moans coming out of you. Xiaojun could feel how hard he was getting, but his pleasure could wait. He wanted you to come from his fingers at least once. 

His thumb was now rubbing circles on your clit, making you scream and moan even more. You could feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm with each movement of his hand. Your hips bucked into his hand and he chuckled, “I guess you’re enjoying yourself,” 

You smacked his arm, but then the tips of his fingers hit that spongy spot inside you. “Fuck!” You moaned as your orgasm got closer and closer. “I-I’m gonna-“ 

He kissed your neck, “I know, come all over my fingers, beautiful.” His sweet words rang through your ears as your orgasm ripped through your entire body. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head and your toes began to curl. Your breathing was uneven and heavy as he slowed down his movements. 

 As you caught your breath, you turned to Xiaojun and smiled. He had removed his fingers from you and you felt a little empty. He gave you a soft kiss on your lips before he put his fingers in his mouth, licking your juices off them. Your eyes widened at the sight, not expecting him to do that. “Xiaojun..that was…” you trailed, trying to find the right words. 

“I told you I was good with my fingers,” then he winked at you. 

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ericscroptop masterlist :

the boyz

fluff

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Rainy Days [eric comes home to his lover after a day of work.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Stupid In Love [you’re in vegas during super bowl weekend with your boyfriend and nothing could be better.]

⋄❥ lee juyeon ~ Video Games [headcannon of you and juyeon playing dti together because he would soooo play with you.]

smut

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Wet Dreams [your friend eric invites you over to his house for a swim and it is then that you realize eric wants you in ways you would’ve never imagined for yourself.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Wet Dreams Pt 2 [coming soon…]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ 34 + 35 [you’re hungry for ice cream and offer eric some, but he has a different kind of dessert in mind.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Needy [it’s ‘missing eric hours’ and you can’t help but be a smidge of a brat about it until he finally gives you the attention you need.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ You Got All Of My Attention [touching each other sweetly and hotly is one of your favorite forms of communication.]

⋄❥ eric sohn ~ Teacher’s Pet [you’re in your own world, not really a social butterfly and just going about your business in focusing on your education. that is, until your professor’s student teacher catches on to how you’re not so innocent and proper after all.]

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Best Friends [sunwoo is secure in what you two have, while you end up getting sidetracked and catching little feelings for your best friend.]

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Like Honey [you and your boyfriend are getting ready for bed, and he can’t help but want a midnight snack.]

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Work Hard, Play Harder [you laying on his bed is so enticing. he can’t help that he wants to play with you and show your fried brain a little fun.]

⋄❥ lee juyeon ~ Double Fantasy [you’ve tried various positions with the lee juyeon. will you ever get to be in the position of being his official girlfriend or able to be a normal couple? or is that merely a fantasy?]

angst

⋄❥ kim sunwoo ~ Don’t Wanna Break Up Again [you both know that you each are bringing pain to one other in this relationship. yet, you two can’t seem to let go despite the challenges.]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

wayv

smut

⋄❥ xiao dejun ~ Good Girls Ride [plain and simple: it’s your first time riding dejun.]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

nct

fluff

⋄❥ lee jeno ~ Wasted On You [after a fun night out, your boyfriend takes care of you like the gentleman he is.]

smut

⋄❥ lee jeno ~ Smokey And Sweet [new boy next door takes an interest in you and decides to take you as a warm welcome into town.]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

seventeen

smut

⋄❥ yoon jeonghan ~ Untitled [coming soon…]

･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

bts

smut

⋄❥ jeon jungkook ~ Mi Vaquero Emo [coming soon…]

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NCT MOST MEMORABLE SEX – Story #16: XIAOJUN

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Story: Xiaojun goes camping with friends when a girl he only just met sneaks into his tent at night..

Type: MEDIUM

Content: Missionary, Fingering, Female orgasm.

Word Count: 4,783

Members: Xiaojun

Story #16: XIAOJUN

Jia (pronounced “Jah”) was Xiaojun's best childhood friend in Dongguan, China. He once got to second base with her, but they quickly knew they were meant to stay just friends.

Now, years later, going camping was her idea. But it wasn’t Jia who snuck into Xiaojun’s tent that night, and gave him the sensational orgasm this story is about.

The trip had been planned as a girl’s trip, weeks before Xiaojun announced that he'd be back home to visit. It was meant to be an evening of setting up tents, hiking, cooking in the great outdoors, and catching up with old friends around an open fire.

Since Xiaojun left, Jia and her girlfriends had all gotten jobs, or moved on to universities in various parts of the country. Because the six girls hadn't all been together in so long, it promised to be a memorable evening, and it was now or never if the group of girlfriends ever wanted to make a reunion happen.

But two years had passed since the last time Jia saw Xiaojun in person, long after his move to Korea. There was no way she’d miss a chance to hang out with him either, and listen to him talk about his latest tour which had just come to an end. Thus, after a quick consultation with the girls, it was decided that he would be invited too.

Xiaojun immediately said yes to join on the trip. It wasn't until the day of it that he realized that he'd be the only guy there.

It didn't bother him though, and he knew all but one of the girls from before. They weren’t complete strangers, though he did feel out of place when the six girls came to pick him up in a cramped, borrowed van.

Xiaojun suddenly found himself surrounded by young women, quite a change from the all-male dorm he was so used to.

The newcomer was Xue, Jia’s university roommate. She was new to some of the girls too, but the mood in the van was great from the moment they left the city behind. Within an hour’s drive, both Xiaojun and Xue felt like part of the gang.

The trip took them deep into the countryside, to the outskirts of a forest by the foot of a small mountain chain. One of the girls knew a spot, and she had suggested it as their camping ground. They arrived when evening descended, and bonded while they unpacked and set up the tents.

Jia got a fire started, and Xue put herself in charge of cooking dinner. Once they’d eaten, they all talked and laughed well into the night, telling stories around the campfire. The awkwardness Xiaojun first felt in the car was long forgotten.

Xue was a straight-forward, talkative addition to the friend group. Xiaojun, who needed more time to warm up to new people, was fascinated by her. She had a shy aura around her, yet was somehow incredibly social.

He found her hard to figure out, but Jia got along well with her roommate, and that was all that really mattered. They’d been through so much, and grown up a lot, since the last time Xiaojun and Jia got to spend quality time together.

Xue showed an immediate interest in Xiaojun. Around the campfire, she asked him all kinds of questions about life in Korea, and about what his best friend was like when they were kids. Soon enough, Xiaojun warmed up to her too.

When the fire eventually died out, a complete darkness had long since surrounded them. Someone suggested it was finally time for bed, and everyone agreed. It had indeed been a memorable evening.

Four tents awaited the group. The girls slept in pairs, while Xiaojun had brought his own. As the friends said goodnight, they turned on their flashlights and walked off in different directions.

When they disappeared into their respective caves, a sudden quiet fell upon the campsite. Only the soft murmur of the surrounding forest broke the silence.

It was a warm night. When he had zipped the tent shut, Xiaojun immediately began to undress. He took everything off, including his underwear, and put on a pair of pyjama pants he had stuffed away in a backpack. He crawled into his sleeping bag, but kept the upper part open to keep the air flowing.

As he lay there shirtless and happy in the night, far away from civilization, he listening to the quiet outside. At first, he heard nothing at all. Then, when his senses adjusted, the sounds of nature came knocking.

Bugs and night birds were all around him, distant yet so close. The wind was blowing softly in the trees, branches rattling occasionally. The atmosphere felt eerie and unnerving, but also cozy and liberating. It had been a great night indeed.

Unbeknownst to Xiaojun, however, the night was far from over.

Suddenly, a flashlight flickered somewhere outside, in the direction of the burnt-out campfire. The light grew bigger, turning the sides of the tent from pitch black to a strong white. Xiaojun heard a twig break, and soft footsteps approaching.

Perhaps one of the girls had gone out to relieve herself in the forest, he figured.

“Xiaojun,” a voice whispered outside. It was much closer than he'd imagined. He suddenly became alert and sat up straight.

“Xiaojun,” the voice repeated. By now, the source of the white light was just outside the thin fabric shielding him from the outside world.

Maybe it was Jia who couldn't sleep and came over for a chat. With his shirt off and lower half still in the sleeping bag, Xiaojun scooted forward and reached for the zipper.

When he opened it, it was Xue who poked her head in and smiled. The flashlight lit up her face and his skinny, half-naked body inside the tent.

“Can I come in?” she asked.

Xiaojun was surprised but answered without hesitation. “Sure,” he said and scooted back again to give her space.

He had no idea why she was there, but he didn't question it. They were all friends now, and the forest had kept him was wide awake anyway.

Xue took off her shoes, threw the flashlight onto Xiaojun's backpack by his feet, and awkwardly but confidently crawled inside the small tent. She closed the zipper behind her.

The space was cramped, but she immediately made herself comfortable by laying down on her side next to her new friend. She stretched out, and never stopped smiling.

Xiaojun sat with his arms around his knees, and turned his head to look at the girl. The flashlight by his feet illuminated the tent and their bodies.

“I can't sleep,” Xue said, to provide an explanation for her presence.

Her smile suddenly went away, and her gaze became distant. She was leaning on an elbow as she stared straight at Xiaojun's torso, and looked as if she'd suddenly disappeared into a dream world.

Xiaojun didn't say a word, not even when Xue reached out and softly stroke his bare back with her fingertips. She stared at his light skin with a contemplative expression on her face.

The touch felt nice, but it took Xiaojun off guard. An electric sensation rushed through his body, and when it became too much for him to handle, he quickly lay down on his back. Xue immediately retracted her hand.

When he turned on his side to face his guest, she stared back into his eyes. It was an empty yet piercing look, and it hit him straight in the heart.

“Does the forest scare you?” he asked, in an attempt to calm his body and think about something else.

“Not at all,” Xue said. She was suddenly smiling again, as if she'd been waiting for Xiaojun to say something. “I just wanted to spend some more time with you. You don't mind, do you?”

“No,” Xiaojun said.

It was at this moment that he suddenly became aware of the situation. He had grown so accustomed to the girls over the past hours, and was used to non-sexual intimacy with Jia, that it didn’t feel strange that a girl hade come into his tent. Now, however, he realized that she had touched his bare skin, and that the way she locked eyes with him felt different.

There was a spark between them, and Xiaojun suddenly felt excited. Why was she there? The spark had ignited earlier in the evening, and now when he looked at the beautiful girl in his tent, it grew into a small fire.

Xue was quite pretty, and he was already exposing himself to her. She had indeed come to him for a reason, but she’d never imagined that she’d find him half naked when she did. She wanted to touch him further, to explore his body, and Xiaojun seemed to react well to her presence.

“I'm cold,” Xue suddenly said and huddled a little closer. It was an obvious lie, seeing as the air outside was anything but cold, even at this hour. In fact, with two warm bodies inside the small tent, it was already starting to feel unbearably hot.

By now, Xiaojun had caught on. He grabbed the edge of the sleeping bag and held it open, inviting Xue to climb in with him. Her eyes immediately lit up.

For a fleeting moment, she glanced down at Xiaojun's shaved armpit, his nipples, stomach and narrow waist, all the way down to the seam of his pyjama pants that disappeared into the bag. The pants were hanging low, revealing his v-line pointing into them.

Then she crawled inside. Close together, they huddled up inside the bag. Their legs intertwined, their pelvises pressed together, and once Xue had found a comfortable position Xiaojun put his arm around her.

Xue buried her face in his chest, then tilted her head up until heir eyes locked once again. She was feeling anything but cold.

Foreplay starts here…

With his arm around her back, Xiaojun pulled the girl closer. He let his hand rest on her back over her t-shirt. His crotch pressed against her hip, harder and harder as it grew in size.

When Xue felt his boner poking her through his pants, she placed an arm around his naked torso and leaned in for a kiss. To her surprised delight, Xiaojun kissed her back.

They made out for several minutes, hidden away from the outside world. Everything and everyone around them disappeared from their minds, like the world outside the tent seized to exist. Xiaojun's heart beat faster, his boner grew harder, and as their lips and bodies touched the burning flame he felt burst into a blaze.

It was, however, indeed exceedingly hot inside the sleeping bag. When Xiaojun began to sweat, the fabric of the bag felt sticky against his bare skin. It was an unpleasant sensation.

He grabbed the edge of the bag and pulled it down, freeing their upper bodies. The air felt cool as it engulfed his moist skin.

Unrestricted and with a blazing fire inside him, Xiaojun swiftly but gently rolled on top of his lover. Their lips never stopped touching. The air felt even greater when it reaches his back, as did Xue’s hands when she began to feel her way around his warm body.

Leaning on a forearm, Xiaojun's weight pushed down on her. He too began exploring. In between soft kisses he felt Xue up, touching her breasts over the t-shirt. He moved his hips slowly, pressing his boner harder between her legs as they made out.

He was thrilled that she was there, and that she let him touch her like he did. Soon, when he grew more confident about why she had come and what she wanted, his hand found its way inside her shirt.

Xue, who wasn’t wearing a bra, closed her eyes and panted softly when the skinny boy cupped her naked breasts. Xiaojun rubbed his body against hers, and kissed her with a burning passion.

“Do you wanna have sex?” Xue asked. Her tone was sweet and she almost whispered the question.

It was pointless to even ask. Of course he wanted to, if she'd let him.

“Yeah,” Xiaojun whispered back, softly into her ear. With her arms around his shoulders, he leaned in and started kissing her neck.

Xue suddenly pushed at him, motioning for him to get off her. When he did, he was confused by the sudden change of direction. Xue pulled her legs up and climbed out of the sleeping bag, which only disappointed him further.

For a few short seconds, Xiaojun lay there horny and alone. But then he understood. Sitting on her knees, her head touching the wall of the tent, Xue reached into the pocket of her pyjama pants. She smiled at him when she took out a condom and held it up for him to see.

Xiaojun grinned. Yes! he thought to himself. The blaze was suddenly growing out of control.

Xue began to undress before his eyes. He lay on his side and stared wide-eyed at her beautiful body, a faint smile and longing expression on his face.

First, she took off her shirt, exposing the breasts Xiaojun had fondled just moments earlier. They were lit up from the side by the flashlight near his feet, and he couldn't take his eyes off them.

Then, she lay down on her back and stretched out her legs. Slowly, she pulled off her pants.

Finally, once she was completely naked, she looked at Xiajun with a naughty expression. She let his eyes wander all over her body, and thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of him checking her out.

Xiaojun was in awe. His mouth was half open while his eyes took it all in. He eventually fixed his gaze between her legs.

“Damn you're beautiful,” he said.

Xue smiled at him. When she noticed where he was looking, she reached down between her legs and started massaging her clit. She put on quite a show for him.

Happy that everything was working out the way she'd hoped before she had entered his tent, Xue began to squirm for her lover. She fingered herself while moving her hips, a slow and sensual performance. Xiaojun’s stiff dick was throbbing with excitement inside his sleeping bag.

Suddenly, Xue withdrew her fingers and sat back up. Swiftly, she crawled back into the bag with him. Once inside, the kissing quickly resumed.

This time, it was faster and more passionate, as Xue relaxed on her back and an insanely horny Xiaojun leaned in over her. The blaze had now spread from his heart and dick, to every inch of his body.

The condom lay on the ground beside them. Xue reached for it, tilted her head back so she could look her lover in the eye, and held it up.

“Put it on,” she said.

Xiaojun rolled on his back, sat up half way while leaning on his elbows, took the condom from her hand, and unwrapped it above his stomach. When he was done, he put the wrapper aside and reached inside the open bag to take off his pants.

The bag slid down as he shuffled around inside it, and as the two lovers were fighting for the limited space it offered them.

Once the pants were off, Xiaojun's shaft was only barely covered by the sleeping bag. In the light from the flashlight, he hunched forward even further to reach inside.

His expression turned serious as he focused on getting the condom properly on the shaft. Xue, on the other hand, smiled wide and giggled. She looked on with fascination, saw the root of the shaft, and admired Xiaojun's abs working hard to hold his head and upper body raised.

When Xiaojun was finally done, he relaxed and lay down flat on his back. “We'll have to be quiet,” he said and returned his focus to Xue.

She smiled to him reassuringly but didn't say a word. Instead, she placed a hand on his cheek and the kissing resumed.

For a while, neither of them made any move to make use of the condom. Laying side by side, they simply kissed and touched each other's naked bodies.

When Xiaojun reached in between Xue’s thighs, the sleeping bag slid further still down their legs. His bare ass became exposed as he felt his way around her clit and began to finger her.

Xue was horny and wet. When Xiaojun's fingers penetrated her, she opened her mouth and closed her eyes. Saliva was forming by the edge of her lip. This was insanely hot, and she couldn’t wait to feel his throbbing cock inside her.

While he massaged her, Xue wrapped her leg around her lover’s thighs, pressing her pelvis ever tighter against his. Eventually, Xiaojun had to remove his hand as they ran out of space between them.

He moved his hips sideways back and forth, his boner pressing against Xue's thighs and stomach. When she spread her legs a little wider, and wrapped herself a little tighter around him, the moment they were both longing for suddenly happened.

Sex starts here…

Xiaojun opened his eyes wide when the shaft found the opening. As he pushed his pelvis forward, and the head penetrated the hole, the sensation caught him by surprise. It all happened so naturally, and it felt absolutely amazing.

Xue, in turn, suddenly let out a moan. When the throbbing dick slid inside her, she tilted her head back, and Xiaojun began to kiss her neck. She held her arm tight around his back, pressing his chest hard against her breasts.

This prompted Xiaojun to leap on top of her. He rolled her sideways and lifted his ass, only to swiftly push it back down again. Xue spread her thighs further to let him in, wrapped her arms tight around his waist and shoulders, and entangled her legs around his.

The shaft slid deeper inside, and Xiaojun almost stopped breathing altogether. He shut his eyes hard, while slowly continuing to push down further.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“No,” Xue said. “It feels good.”

Once the thrilling sensation of the initial penetration had settled, Xiaojun relaxed his body. He began moving his ass up and down, at a slow but steady pace.

To the backdrop of the dark night and faint sounds of the forest, inside the illuminated tent and with Xue’s soft breathing by his ear, Xiaojun buried his face in her hair and neck. He fucked her gently, and occasionally lifted his head to steal a kiss.

Xue lay mostly motionless, periodically caressing his warm back, and lifting her hips for an even deeper penetration. Her breath grew heavier with each lustful thrust.

Despite the slow pace and the sleeping bag having been pushed further down their legs, Xiaojun was sweating profusely. Their hot bodies were squeezed tight together, and his muscles were constantly working to keep the rhythm.

The physical activity amounted to a steamy atmosphere, and as hot as it was outside and as nice as it felt to be free of the bag, the temperature was high within the walls of the cramped tent.

Each time Xue moved her hand across his back, she let it slide a little further. At times, she felt the sticky hair on his neck. Moments later, she'd be tracing his spine with her fingertips, gliding all the way down to his lower back.

As she felt his sweat with the palm of her hand, Xiaojun gradually picked up the pace. Their rocking motion began to make a clasping sound as their wet skins collided.

Xue eventually reached down and let her hand rest on Xiaojun’s ass. She enjoyed the feeling of his cheeks tensing and releasing, tensing and releasing alternately, as he used the muscles in them to move his pelvis up and down. The cheeks felt toned and chiseled one moment, and soft and fluffy the other.

When she touch him like this, a thrill rushed through Xiaojun's body. They been at it for quite some time, and the sex had become monotone, but the blaze was suddenly awakened from a slumber. He rapidly began fucking the beautiful girl harder and harder, faster and faster still.

With his ass in the air, Xiaojun spread his knees to cool his balls and the inside of his thighs. To penetrate her deeper, he placed the weight of his upper body on his hands, and pushed his chest high in the air.

When air flowed between their upper bodies, they both felt a sense of cool relief. Xue too was soaked, though it was unclear if it was her own sweat or his that drenched her body.

With his arms fully stretched, Xiaojun looked down at his lover. Xue's breasts shook below him as the sex became increasingly intense.

She grabbed on to his wrist beside her, and reached down to press harder on his butt cheek. From this angle, Xiaojun's shoulders looked broad when he held his arms wide, towering high above her face.

Xue lifted her head to glance down between her legs. Her eyes followed the path of Xiaojun's chest and stomach, down to his skinny waist which move up and down on top of her.

Each time Xiaojun lifted his ass, the root of his shaft became visible. For a brief moment, Xue envisioned his throbbing cock rubbing against her insides and expanding her clitoris. She moaned quietly while she stared at the shaft going in and out of her wet pussy.

“Mm, you feel so good,” Xue whispered. She shut her eyes hard and let her head fall back down onto the ground.

Xiaojun caught her ferocious expression, and it turned him on even further. He'd been close to an orgasm for a while but had managed to keep it in check.

Xue held him tight around the waist with one hand, and placed the other on his shoulder above her face. As a pleasurable sensation grew inside her, she started to move her own hips with en increasing passion. Faster and faster, until she finally matched Xiaojun's already high tempo.

Suddenly, the sensation reached its full potential. Xue let go of Xiaojun's shoulder and instead began to massage her breasts. She raised her spread knees, and reached back down with one hand to press down on the ass a little harder. Her legs began to move around almost uncontrollably as the ultimate pleasure struck her. It rushed through her body like a freight train.

Xiaojun noticed the change in her, and the sight of her squirming body and sensual movements below him brought him to the edge. He could no longer hold it together.

In the midst of Xue's lasting orgasm, he too exploded. The orgasm was made obvious by an impulsive moan. He grimaced and panted, struggling to keep as quiet as possible as not to let the other girls hear them in the tent.

Sweat was dripping down his forehead when he ejaculated into the condom. His hair was sticky wet, and his ass and lower back were soaked. The shaft kept pushing in and pulling out as he emptied several waves of cum into Xue’s wide open body.

When the climax was over, they both had their mouths wide open, struggling to catch their breaths. Xue stopped massaging her breasts and squeezing the ass, and instead let her legs and arms fall flat on the ground beside them.

Xiaojun, in turn, collapsed on top of her. His body was gliding with ease on her stomach and breasts, and he eventually slid off her altogether. His dick pulled out of her one final time, and fell half-slack, half-hard against his hip.

The sleeping bag had come all the way down to their feet. It lay piled up in the corner next to Xiaojun’s backpack, his pyjama pants still crumpled up inside it.

“Holy fuck,” Xue said, a little too loud for comfort.

By her side, Xiaojun buried his face near her armpit, his lips gently touching the side of her boob. “You’re freaking amazing,” he panted heavily.

“That was some of the hottest sex I’ve ever had,” Xue said. “You made me come.”

Xiaojun snorted. He found the comment amusing. “Hot indeed,” he said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been sweating this much in my life.”

“Not even on stage?” Xue asked.

“Not even on stage. It’s way too hot in here!”

The fire, however, and finally been put out. Once he’d climaxed inside her, Xiaojun was spent both physically and emotionally. The flames ignited by Xue’s sexy body and piercing eyes had left his body, and now all he felt was comfort and satisfaction.

Yet it was that flame that had made the sex so memorable. If it wasn’t for their initial spark, and the blaze it had started inside him, it wouldn’t have been as amazing as it was.

Xiaojun knew this, and he smiled to himself when he thought about how great it felt to just lie there beside Xue, resting his head on her chest and holding her beautiful body. She’d done something incredibile to him, and he had done the same to her.

It was a night he'd never forget.

*****

Xiaojun woke up to the sound of voices outside his tent, as several of the girls had started packing. When he opened his eyes, he saw a different world from the one he’d fallen asleep in.

Everything was bright around him. The flashlight was still on by his feet, but it was hardly noticeable. When contrasted to the sun, it was drowned out by the strong daylight piercing through the sides of the tent.

Xue was still snoring peacefully beside him. The sleeping bag was still in a messy pile by their feet. The sweat on their bodies had dried up, and now she felt smooth and soft to the touch.

Gently, he kissed her breasts to wake her up. When she didn’t respond, he carefully caressed her cheek.

“Hey,” he whispered. “It’s time to wake up.”

Xue opened her eyes. “Morning,” she said and smiled. She yawned, stretched her naked body and rubbed her eyes.

Xiaojun sat up, suddenly feeling a little nervous. What would Jia say to the fact that he’d just had sex with her friend and roommate?

Xue, however, seemed relaxed. When she sat up too, she gave Xiaojun a kiss on the lips.

“Damn,” he said. “I wish you hadn’t done that.”

“Why?” Xue asked.

Xiaojun looked her in the eye and took her hand. He placed it on his chest, where she felt his heart beat fast. Then he led it down, to the hard shaft between his legs.

Xue giggled. “Oh,” she said when she realized what Xiaojun meant. “Damn. I’d better get dressed and leave.”

But they didn’t get any further before the zipper at the front of the tent suddenly came open. Xiaojun immediately panicked on the inside, and for a moment his body froze. Xue quickly pulled her hand away from his boner.

Jia’s head popped in. She had a big grin on her face, and it grew even wider when she saw her two friends sitting completely naked in the tent.

“Morning sweethearts,” she said and laughed. Xiaojun didn’t move a muscle.

“Morning,” Xue said and smiled back.

“We're gonna go for a hike before we leave. I was gonna ask if you want to join, but I guess you have better plans.”

Xue and Xiaojun looked at each other. “We do,” Xue said without hesitating.

“Alright,” Jia responded and winked. “Have fun you guys.”

She quickly left and closed the tent behind her. Once she was gone, Xiaojun and Xue burst out in laughter.

“Come here,” Xue whispered and pulled Xiaojun closer. They kissed, and she reached down to grab his shaft again. Slowly, she began to stroke it.

“I have more condoms in my tent,” Xue continued. “We’ll wait until they’re gone, then I can go get them.”

Xiaojun's heart was racing. What had started as a random encounter was turning into something more, and the spark inside him quickly returned.

“What do we do in the mean time?” he asked and smirked.

“Oh, I can think of a thing or two.”

To the sound of birds chirping and the girls getting ready outside, Xue lay back down on her back, and Xiaojun followed. They made out while she stroke his cock, and he began to explore her body, this time in broad daylight.

As it would turn out, this wasn’t just a one time thing, but the start of a wonderful relationship.

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STOLE MY HEART - Dong Si Cheng (WinWin)

in which the CEO of Australia’s biggest company, who was labeled as the unreachable falls to his knees for the CFO of his company’s biggest opp

or in which a cold hearted CEO who irks you to no end keeps bothering you to work with him ends up stabbing you in the back and leaving your company holding on for dear life while laughing in your face

ceo!winwin x fem!reader

INCLUDES — slow(ish?) burn, y/n doesn’t necessarily care for winwin at first, fluff, angst(?), smut (eventual), swearing, drug/alcohol use, a 13 year age gap.

AUTHORS NOTE — i’m currently working on this writing, the first few chapters will mostly be to “explain” each character (y/n & winwin) and show you a glimpse into their lives. i currently work and study so this fic will be the least of my worries for the time being. this fic is also for the loml @winwintea because i heart them.

STATUS — upcoming

PLAYLIST — none at the moment

TAGLIST — open !

SCHEDULE — tbd

y/n profiles || winwin profiles

TBA

CURRENT TAGLIST — @sinisxtea @wonwootakemyheart @sherwees @winslut @starlit-rin