#Xiao with tattoos and a tongue piercing...hnggh

[dourpeep]

ASJLA HERES MY OTHER IDEA IT TOOK SO LONG TO REFINE CUZ I CHANGED THE IDEA HALF WAY THROUGH 🥴 i also have a wholesome one on my mind but it needs some work too 🤭 modern college au - roommate xiao x top student reader reader masturbating to the thought of xiao and calls out him name, doesnt know xiao came back to the dorm. he walks in on her and starts teasing her "i didnt think our top student would be such a slut". he asks her to touch herself in front of him while still teasing and degrading her "what did you imagine when you were calling out my name?". reader ends up begging for his dick 🥴

Ooooo spicy—ngl I love the college au so 👀 I may or may not have an idea for Albedo brewing as well

Anyway, enjoy just a bit over 1.2k words hehe

Tutoring Session

Summary: During a moment alone, you call out his name and he answers. Looks like there’s stuff that even you can learn still.

Contains: ((NSFW 18+)) Roomate!Xiao x afab!reader, modern au, college au, top student!reader, solo masturbation, toys, caught, light degradation kink, Xiao has a tongue piercing

You’re ashamed with how quickly you rush to your room as soon as your roommate closes the front door, but with the way your heart races and an ache makes itself known between your thighs, you find you don’t reallycare.

Xiao would be gone only for an hour—an hour and a half, tops—to help a friend move some instruments and grab lunch, so your time already was limited.

With little care, you rush into your room and close the door. It gently taps against the doorframe, still barely a crack open but you figure that you would finish with enough time to spare.

You shed your t-shirt and shorts on your way to your bed, laying down with a sigh. It really has been a bit since you’ve last relaxed. Considering the fact that finals only just finished, you finally were able to take a break until the next semester. Next semester, you’d lighten your load for sure. As smart as you were, it was a bit much to overload courses…but now wasn’t the time to think of that.

You wiggle a bit into the mattress, shifting just enough to reach your dresser.

It’s further than you remember, but you scoot yourself over to the edge to reach.

Carefully tucked away behind a dictionary a felt bag sits. It’s quickly snatched up by you and the contents revealed. You lay back onto your bed and spread your legs.

Fingers smooth up over your thighs to help warm yourself up despite wetness already apparent. You could just go for it, but the fantasy playing out in your mind urges you to at least slow down.

It’s clear, the image of your roommate, sharp eyes and messy dyed hair. He slots himself between your legs, pants low on his hips and toned chest speckled with hickies. Just like you’ve seen before, the ornate tattoo wrapping around his right bicep and forearm would nearly glow in the bright sunlight filtering into your room.

There’s no doubt that he’d lick his lips to reveal the hidden stud, and you would shiver at the idea of him pressing his tongue to your skin.

As the image continues, you slip your hand between your legs, toy placed aside while you imagine the vivid scenario. If only the fingers slipping past your folds were his larger, calloused ones. Maybe then you’d feel a bit more fulfilled—

“Mmm…”

They start a slow pace, pumping in and dragging along your walls, pressing the spots you know make your toes curl, and you continue your daydream.

Xiao would nip and lick at your neck while he preps you. Maybe you would even share a passionate kiss…and he would relieve himself of his clothing to stroke himself. The thought of him jerking himself off with flushed cheeks while his other hand is fingering you sent a rush of desire flooding your senses and you pull your fingers out of you.

They grab the silicone toy beside you, wiping your slick on it.

Taking a breath, you spread your legs more, pressing the tip of it to your entrance and sliding it in. It fills you quickly and you gasp as you imagine Xiao instead, pressing his forehead to yours while his hips lay flush to hips.

“You feel so good,” he’d rasp, having difficulty not moving his hips. But he’d be patient and let you adjust to him, ever the gentleman.

And so you start to move the toy, pressing it as far as it’ll go, mewling at the delicious pressure of it, before pulling it back out with a sigh. For a moment, you let yourself wonder if it’s as big as him. The thought that he might be bigger crosses your mind and you will it away in favor of imagining his lips on you.

“Xiao…”

With each thrust of your toy, you feel yourself slip closer and closer, thighs trembling and threatening to close with the intensity of it.

“Xiao-“

In your mind, your roommate cages you in between his arms while thrusting his hips harder, deeper. He’s panting your name and one hand lifts off the bed to pull your hips closer to his.

Would he praise you? Or even whisper in your ear what he wants to do? You slow your movements, leisurely pumping the toy in and out. Maybe he’d tease you, make you beg for him. Another gasp of his name leaves your lips, and you’re too preoccupied with your thoughts to register the call of your name.

Xiao reenters your shared apartment much earlier than either of you anticipated. It turns out his friend was busy and asked for him to help another time, thus, he decided to just have lunch back at home instead of out.

When he hears you call out his name, he assumes it’s because you’re needing him for something.

Only, standing at the door, he sees your arching body tangled up in your sheets, calling out his name and fucking yourself on a dildo. Xiao’s heart jumps into his throat.

If only you knew how good you look moaning and begging for more using his name.

His sweet roommate. His sweet, incredibly intelligent, talented, attractive roommate. Fucking themselves in the privacy of their room with their toy and entirely unaware that the very person who name they’re moaning is barely ten feet away.

In this moment, he decides.

You’re still lost in the fantasy of being taken, getting so close to your orgasm and feeling the familiar spread of warmth through your body when you hear the door creak.

Immediately, you stop and scramble to cover yourself up, shame spreading on your cheeks.

“I didn’t think our top student would be such a slut.”

Your mouth suddenly feels dry.

Xiao shrugs off his leather jacket, running a hand up through his hair and makes his way to your bed. A brief flash of your fantasies flitters through your mind and you stutter out his name when he climbs over you.

Tilting your chin up, he presses his lips to yours.

“Thinking of me?”

You hardly can bring yourself to speak.

“Tell me…” He mutters, tongue slipping past your lips, metallic stud teasing yours into tasting him as well, “What did you think of while you were busy fucking yourself? Hm?”

An accidental shift of your leg makes you brush up against the painful hardness in his pants and you gasp into his mouth. Lips curling into a knowing smirk, Xiao slides his hand from your hip to your thigh and keeps it spread open.

“Whatever it was got you soaked.”

The kiss deepens and leaves you dazed.

He pulls away and you follow him as you’re lost in the feel of his lips and sound of his voice, but he pushes you to lay back down while he undresses.

When he’s finally bare, you can’t help but stare. Just like your daydream, he’s toned and undoubtedly strong—and his body easily covers yours as he hovers over you. A glimpse between you leaves you shy. It’s difficult to not compare your toy to him.

Pushing his lips back to yours, you feel the way his chest and thighs brush against you and leave you weak. It’s strange to think what you were just fantasizing about was now reality.

“You don’t know what you do to me, seeing you in those shorts you wear around the apartment.” Teeth tug at your lip.

“Knowing you touch yourself like this thinking about me when I’m away…you must be desperate.”

His hips sit flat against yours and you gasp feeling the way his cock presses into you.

“So beg.”