#xiaojun x male reader

[mins-fins]

all flights are delayed !

"i like to call myself a pretty man connoisseur.."

synopsis: your sad to say it, but you don't have much going on in your life. you have a very time consuming major, just a few friends, barely any time to go out, and spend most of your free time either a: working, or b: sleeping. so for once, when you finally have the friday off, and your dragged off to go watch a football game between a rival school of yours, you really do wish you were anywhere else. somehow though, it turns out to be one of the best things to happen to you, because a charming oreo–haired musical theater major from your rival school just happens to saunter his way into your life, you didn't expect to fall in love in your junior year, but your also not complaining!

pairing: xiao dejun x male!reader

genre: college au, strangers to friends to lovers, musical theater major!xiaojun x health science major!reader, fluff, like the lightest of angst, lowkey fast burn 😖

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking, kissing(?), gay people, a little miscommunication, reader having a crisis over oreo xiaojun, probably a lot of repetitive phrases, huang guanheng is EVERYWHERE

word count: 12.8k

notes: OKAAAAAAAY hello! now in the beginning i really did enjoy writing this but after like the fourth scene its all so disgusting and jumbled up but i am also very proud of myself because this is the longest ever fic i have ever written (it is all xiao dejuns fault), actually it is ALL of nct's fault because why do i have a bunch of 8k word fics of so many nct members..😢 anyway if this seems any rushed or makes absolutely no sense at times its because im tired and i worked extra today but it doesn't really matter because constructive criticism is good (i shouldn't even publish this tbh) but there is a first for everything! enjoy!

YOU'VE NEVER BEEN A FOOTBALL FAN. now you know that might be a little of a sour opinion, especially to the men in your family, but it's just never been a sport you enjoy. it is just a little fun to watch, especially when drunk, because the sight of men in tight ass clothes running around a field chasing a ball is possibly one of the funniest things you think your drunk mind has ever seen. which is why now— in the stands, listening to the loud shouts and screams from your schoolmates, and rival scholars, you feel as if your ears have just been popped.

after all the days of working, and doing nothing but schoolwork, you were glad to have the rest of the friday off. there was nothing else you wanted to do but put on an oversized sweater, make a bowl of ramen and rewatch gossip girl for the seventy fifth time already (yes, you keep count), but no— guanheng decided he was going to drag you out of the dorm to watch stupid football game, one about "school spirit" or whatever, you weren't paying attention to him when he decided to go on his ramble, and now he's abandoned you once again! probably off to go talk to one of his 1000 other friends or something.

you almost consider leaving, but then you witness the amount of people you'd have to maneuver through, the amount of excuse me's you'd have to utter, the amount of pushing you'd endure as you tried to make your way through the crowded stands, besides, you can't leave without guanheng, your pretty much the only person responsible for keeping him alive at this point.

so you somehow suck it up and manage to stick around. your ears are practically on fire right now, and you desperately want to take off your shoes because of how they are poking you at the moment. you almost feel like your being pressed together by all the people in the stands, as if walls are slowly pushing in and crushing every single bone in your body.

"that team is doing horribly.." you mutter to yourself in an attempt to calm your crazy mind.

"i know, we suck".

at first you think you've made up the voice, because in the past hour and a half all you've heard is shouting, cheering, and loud music blasting on your ears, no one has made any attempt to talk to you since guanheng up and left you alone in the stands, so the response almost seems like muddled up words created by your brain as a response—

but it's not.

someone actually did respond to you, and in a split second there is a completely new person standing beside you, also observing the game but not looking as pleased to be there. when you do glance to your left, you come across possibly the most beautiful boy— no, person, you come across the most beautiful person you think you've ever seen in your twenty years of living, for once it feels like everything stops.

you are not the kind of person that just.. does that. now you've met tons of pretty people, you've met so many people that you could definitely say are so beautiful they could be displayed in a museum as an art exhibit, but never in your twenty years of living have you ever seen yourself go silent at the sight of a beautiful person— your brain feels like it's malfunctioning, you're not exactly sure what to say, you open your mouth but no words come out, and you almost consider punching yourself because you probably look like a complete idiot right now.

"oh? you don't go here?"

that's what you decided to say? of all things you could've said, of course he doesn't go to your school, he just implied that the other team belonged to his school, why would that be the best thing to say out of everything else?

the stranger looks up, then he laughs, and your not sure how you keep your composure. "oh no, i go to vixsith" he replies, using his thumb to point backward, though he's not pointing at anything in specific, just pointing to point. you're not sure why you pick up on that, or why you're even watching where his hands are going anyway.

"your insulting your own team?" you inquire, and he laughs even harder at your question, covering his mouth with his hand. "this is about school spirit, have faith in them" you joke, and all he does is continue laughing, crossing his arms as he tries his best to calm himself down.

"i'm being honest, the only person on that team who knows how to play is mark, he deserves better" he remarks, eyes focused on the player he just named. he then seems to have a random realization and turns to you once again. "i'm dejun by the way" he holds out his hand for you to take, and you just blink at it like an idiot, before coming back to your senses and quickly shaking his head.

"y/n".

at the sound of your name, he seems to have yet another realization. he points at you and narrows his eyes. "we have a mutual friend don't we?"

at the question, you narrow your eyes, cogs turn in your brain as you think about who he could possibly be referring to, then it comes to you—

"guanheng".

the two of you say his name in unison, and the two of you both try to stifle your laughs as the realization dawns on you. "he knows everyone i swear" you mutter, and dejun snorts, looking away from you to laugh. "even from other schools.."

"oh we go way back" dejun responds, moving his hair out of his face. "middle school actually" he adds, and your eyes widen, as if your shocked, of course guanheng has friends from way back when, why are you surprised?

you don't feel as surprised as you do lucky..

"was he still as inhumanely flexible as he is now?"

dejun laughs again, he does that a lot. "yes, yes he was".

"he talks about you a lot.. you know" dejun comments out of the blue, tucking his hair behind his ear. "he basically lives with us, and if he's not sleeping over we always assume he's with you".

"oh so that's why he always just.. appears and disappears.."

"yeah that's kind of his thing" dejun scrunches his face, looking bored by the lack of action happening on the field. "i can never find him unless he directly comes to me first" he doesn't look at you as he says those words, but you're very much staring at him the whole time.

you almost feel like a creep in a way, you want to punch yourself in the face again for continuing to stare at him. you blink a couple times before turning your face away, trying to correctly articulate your thoughts.

"both teams suck".

you only say those words because you want him to continue talking, you want to hear him talk, it's nothing that crazy, having a conversation with him is just so intriguing to you for some reason..

"well yeah— but you guys get more training so you have an advantage" he comments, narrowing his eyes at the field, arms crossed over his chest. "the guys on our team have no idea what their doing".

"do you like football?" you ask, not sure why your so interested in his answer, you just are, you have no explanation for your sudden intrigue of this charming oreo–haired boy that goes to your rival school.

your much too distracted by how gorgeous he is to worry about giving yourself an explanation.

dejun laughs again, shaking his head. "not really, my dad does, so i just know things because of all his screaming and shouting" he replies, arms still crossed over his chest. "i'm not really a sports person, i do musical theater for pete's sake".

"oh so you sing?" you don't mean to ask another question, you're worried that you might be bothering dejun with your constant inquiries, but he actually seems glad, excited that someone is asking him about his major.

"well yeah" he responds, his smile growing. "all things theater, i write the songs, i act the parts, i play instruments, sometimes i even take offstage roles instead of my usual onstage ones".

he fiddles with his fingers, picking his nails. you assume, from his mannerisms, that he doesn't know what to say because most people don't really ask him about his major, or what he does, it's like he's elated that you even asked him.

"what about you?" dejun instead asks, veering away from the topic of his major and instead making yours the main topic of discussion. "what do you do?"

"health science" you say the words as if it pains you to, like it's the single most uninteresting thing you've said this whole interaction. "i know, it's boring".

dejun laughs again; "no no! i didn't say that!" he waves his hands in a disagreeing manner as he chuckles at your words. "i just don't meet a lot of people interested in pursuing science.."

"it's more of the health aspect than science actually" you mutter, and dejun just looks even more interested in what you have to say now. "but science is a big part of it so.."

"you must be very smart then" dejun remarks, smiling as the two of you make eye contact.

"i'm alright" you just say, finally pulling down your formerly rolled up sweater sleeves now that the air outside has begun cooling down. you only lightly shiver, and you glance back at dejun one more time..

"where do you think guanheng is?" he asks, clearing his throat as he scours the still full and lively bleachers, searching for your friend. "off doing whatever he does.."

you're currently very distracted, and you don't even realize what's going on when you snap out of whatever daze you were having and everyone is suddenly standing up and cheering like there's no tomorrow.

dejun looks over at you, and he can clearly see how confused you are because he laughs for one last time. "you guys won!" he somehow manages his voice over the roar of the crowd. "congrats!"

he's yelling, but he's not exactly loud, he still manages to sound so gentle whilst yelling at you.

"thanks!" you blurt out as a reply, and you feel like a complete idiot for that, but dejun smiles, so you don't feel all that embarrassed.

the game is over, and people are going to start to leave soon. dejun looks back, spotting a group he recognizes, then he looks over at you, a smile on his face. "i've gotta go now" he says, almost disappointed in a sense. "it was nice meeting you y/n!"

you nod, not knowing what to say. "yeah! you too!"

you too? you too?? is that what you say y/n!?

dejun gives one more beautiful smile before heading off, and you blink, having absolutely no idea what just transpired in those few minutes.

holy shit i forgot to ask—

but you couldn't— because he was gone, gone in such a flash you couldn't even spot his oreo hair in the crowd.

YOU FORGOT TO ASK FOR HIS NUMBER. YOU FEEL SO STUPID, your not even sure why you wanted to ask him that, but in the back of your mind that was the question you were preparing yourself to ask from the moment he told you his name, that he was friends with guanheng, the moment the two of you began laughing about your majors and stuff like that. the whole interaction with a pretty oreo–haired musical theater major at a football game is all that you were thinking about last night, as you tried to find pretty much anything else to think about as you struggled to sleep.

how did you forget to ask him for his number? you want to smash your face into your computer screen because of how stupid you are. you said "you too!" like a fucking idiot, but maybe you were just too distracted, he was smiling at you with that beautiful smile and staring at you with his absolutely gorgeous fucking eyes, how could you even think coherently whilst a beautiful man (from a whole other school but who cares?) was staring at you with his pretty brown eyes like you were the only person in the world?

okay your pushing it now..

but there is just something, something about him that drew you in, your not sure why you were so adamant on getting to know him, but he was just so— you can't explain it right now! you are currently very sleep deprived and also moody because of your disappearing roommate that always decides to appear at the worst times.

you don't remember the last time you ever got an actual eight hours of sleep, these days that seems like a dream more than a reality, but guangheng is just never tired. he's somehow always up, doing something, hanging out with people, he never sits down in once place and just stays still.

when he walks into the room, hands on his hips and gaze immediately focused on you, you barely bat an eye at him, just spare him a quick glance, noticing how pissed off he looks. you scour your mind for an explanation as to why he must be mad now, probably something someone said, or he got into yet another argument with one of his classmates, your not even sure anymore, you don't know where he is half the time.

"could you do me a favor?"

you almost laugh out loud, not at him, but at the idea that he wanted you to do him a favor. at this point, he probably owes you thousands of favors considering how many you do for him, but he seems upset, and you don't have any of that pettiness leftover to ignore him, so you move your eyes to look over at him.

"why should i?"

okay— you lied, your still just a little petty, but you totally have every right to be! guanheng deserves just some sass from you after disappearing each and every time he decides to take you out somewhere.

guanheng blinks, then he pulls out the signature guanheng frown, a sad stupid frown he always makes when he wants to persuade you into doing something. you're not sure how you've even ever fallen for that signature frown, maybe it's because he's just so great at looking sad, at looking upset, he somehow always manages to make you feel bad for him, and therefore, end up doing the favor for him.

"because i'm your best friend, your roommate, and you love me so much" guanheng smiles wide, like he just found out he won the lottery, and clasps his hands together as he rocks back and forth on his heels.

"i don't know.." you mumble, looking back at your computer screen. it's a saturday, you have no classes saturday, you can just sit down, relax, be the absolute lazy motherfucker you were put on this earth to be. "i don't feel like going out today".

guanheng huffs, crossing his arms. "one last favor! just one! then i'll get off your back!"

"your horrible at following your promises, heng" you comment absentmindedly, your tone is much meaner than you intended, and guanheng's gasp is enough to tell you that he indeed takes offense to those words. "what? i'm not lying".

"y/n!" oh great, he's whining now. "i will get you anything i can, anything! just this one favor! please?"

your about to say no again— but then it's like a lightbulb goes off in your head, and you get a spectacular idea. anything? he did say anything, and he can give you something you want.

the number of a pretty boy preferably!

you let out a sigh, and guanheng knows what that sigh means, it means you agree. "fine, i'll do you this favor, but this is the last one".

guanheng's smile brightens, and he cheers like a kid that just got the best christmas present one can receive. "thank you! thank you! thank you! i love you!" he kisses your cheek, and skips off to another room.

"get your jacket!" he shouts, already rooms away from you, so he has to shout.

"what?"

"get your jacket! were leaving!"

you furrow your eyebrows at his words, but you don't say anymore, because you did agree to do this favor for him after all.

so, without questioning it more, you get up and go grab your jacket.

"SO WHEN YOU SAID A FAVOR..?" you don't continue on with your sentence, pausing to let out a breath as you shove your hands into the pockets of your jackets. guanheng looks over at you, and he just chuckles at the unreadable expression on your face. when you agreed to do this favor for him, you didn't know it included leaving your dorm and having to be dragged out to yet another unfamiliar place. "did you forget to mention the fact that we'd have to leave the school?" you finally finish, eyes focused and narrowed on your friend, who again, smiles at you with that signature guanheng smile.

"it's a saturday, most of us don't have classes anyway, they won't question it".

"is that supposed to make me feel better?" you ask to yourself more than to guanheng, but he hears you anyway, and that results in a snicker from him. despite that, he doesn't respond to your silent question, making you frown just the slightest.

"stop pouting".

"i'm not pouting" your quick to rebut, rolling your eyes at his words. you almost bump into him when he suddenly stops, and your about to yell at him again for being stupid when he places a finger on your mouth.

he knocks on the door in front of him, not paying attention to the burning glare your currently sending him.

"i'll bite off your finger" you threaten, moving forward and pretending your about to do that. guanheng squeaks and quickly moves his fingers away from your lips, a flash of true fear in his eyes. all you do is give him a menacing and totally not threatening smile.

"psycho.." he whispers, he looks like he's about to say more, but the door opens, so he closes his mouth and turns around.

"come on!"

he grabs your wrist and drags you into the dorm, and you felt your heart rate increase. maybe he knew these people, but you sure didn't! what if they thought you were weird? you want to pull him back and tell him that he shouldn't just drag you into some strangers dorm, but he is much too distracted to even notice your uneasiness.

"i've returned!" guanheng yells, letting go of your hand to place his hands on his hips, as if he was proud of himself.

"can you slam the door on him!?"

"ten! come to me!"

before you can ask him what the hell is going on, he sprints down the hallway, you assume to go after this ten person, you just blink, shoving your hands into your pockets as you begin to rock back and forth on your heels.

"hello stranger!" an unfamiliar voice exclaims, you look up and come face to face with a pink–haired boy with a bright smile.

"hello" you reply politely. "i like your hair" you immediately remark, pointing at his hair like an idiot because you don't want to touch it and make him uncomfortable.

his face lights up, as if you were a millionaire that just gifted him a life changing amount of money. it was as if no one ever told him that his hair was pretty before, or that they liked it. he jumps up and squeals, excited. "thank you! ten said it was stupid!"

you furrow your eyebrows, then chuckle. "what? no it's very pretty, pink suits you!"

"hah! i told you guanheng! pink does suit me!" he yells down the hall, and you can hear the small shout of rebuttal that guanheng responds with from all the way down the hall. "thanks! only a few people actually noticed that i dyed my hair".

you laugh again, okay he is very funny, you like him!

"oh! i'm yangyang! the nicest person who lives here!" he introduces himself in the same fashion a reality tv star would, and quickly grabs your hand to shake it. you don't complain, just laugh again as he vigorously shakes your hand.

"y/n, it's nice to meet you".

he gasps, recognizing your name. "oh you're the famous y/n! guanheng always talks about you, for a long time i was convinced he was in love with you!"

"why are you tarnishing my brand!?" guanheng shouts again, sounding even more pissed off than he did before. "huh!? liu yangyang!?"

yangyang shakes his head, ignoring guanheng's loud shouts and flapping his hand, mocking him. you laugh as you watch him mock the other, who has absolutely no idea what he's doing right now.

"you have a project to do!" another unfamiliar voice shouts.

yangyang gasps again, suddenly looking stressed. "fuck yeah— um!" he turns around and reaches over to grab his laptop, then he turns back to you and gives you a smile.

"yeah, my apologies" you just wave it off, urging him to keep going. "um i'm doing a project where i have to interview people on their majors.. trust me i don't know either, but! i've interviewed like the whole school already, and i need one more person.."

"and that person is me?" you ask, but you already know the answer to that question, yangyang nods, much more quickly than he seemed to intend to.

"yes!" he exclaims, but then he clears his throat. "but only if you want to, i don't want to force you into anything you don't want to do—"

"no no no it's fine!" you cut into his sentence, shaking your head. yangyang, again, looks elated that you agreed.

okay so this was the favor guanheng wanted you to for him! (not for him necessarily— but his friend). he could've just told you about this straight up instead of being vague about it, it wasn't even that burdening of a favor, not like the other ones you've done for him.

"guanheng! why don't you bring him around more often? he's better than you are!" yangyang yells again, probably for the nth time that hour.

guanheng doesn't answer, but you knows he's pouting, you can just sense it at this point, you call it your "roommate instincts".

"oh hi y/n".

now that's a voice you recognize, and you almost don't believe your eyes when the one person that kept you up all night walks into the room and smiles as he sees your figure. "dejun, hi" you smile back at him, hoping you don't sound as awkward as you feel.

dejun looks so so pretty, as he always does. he fiddles with the necklace hanging around his neck, his eyes lingering on you for an unspecified amount of time.

"ten hit me with his shoe" guanheng suddenly storms into the room, arms crossed over his chest. "asshole.." he mutters under his breath, huffing like some sort of baby.

dejun then laughs, covering his mouth with his hand, and that causes you to laugh, turning your head to the side as to not make it obvious.

guanheng exchanges glances between the both of you, a prominent glare in his eyes, but then the look in his eyes changes, and he points at the two of you. "you two have met?" he asks.

dejun pauses, still humored by the previous words said by guanheng, and your brain almost malfunctions once again. "i— um" great, you just sound so natural and not awkward.

"we met at the game" dejun immediately says, saving you the awkwardness of having to collect your words in your brain. you thank whatever god or deity up there for dejun's quick response, and he just flashes you that familiar pretty smile. "yesterday, you know, while you were off doing who knows what.."

guanheng gasps, looking at dejun like he'd just cursed his entire bloodline. "you— your just such a bitch! you know!?"

"ow! don't punch me! i'm fragile!"

guanheng lands one more punch on his shoulder, and it gets one more squeak out of dejun, who jumps once again. "i don't care, your horrible".

yangyang blinks, probably already used to their little quarrels. he then turns to you, just shaking his head as they continue to whisper–argue. "so, what do you major in?"

it's almost like you totally forgot, his project, the thing that guanheng dragged you here to help him with. "health sciences, i take courses in everything related to healthcare and like— half actual science courses?"

"so your looking to work in healthcare?"

"yeah basically, i've already taken courses in emergency service's, becoming a paramedic is my top option!"

yangyang gasps at your words, he looks over at guanheng, then quickly back at you. "are you single?" he asks, again with the same quickness.

dejun snorts, hitting guanheng as begins laughing hard. guanheng scrunches his nose, staring at yangyang like he's crazy. "what kind of question is that!?"

"what? that is a totally valid question to ask!" he exclaims, crossing his arms. "it's for my project! clearly!" he lies.

"your— oh my god, unbelievable".

"so are you?" yangyang asks again, looking at you with suspenseful eyes. he is very much interested in your answer it seems.

your finally finished with your laughing fit, and nod, still very amused. "yes i am, i'm single".

"good, this is very important information".

yangyang gives you a giddy look, and dejun just continues to laugh.

you're not sure why your so focused on him though..

YOU AGAIN, HAVE NO LUCK SLEEPING that night, and after the first hour and a half of tossing and turning, you gave up on trying to chase slumber you knew you wouldn't be able to catch. you assumed that the longer you stared at your computer screen, the quicker you'd get tired and the quicker your eyes would become heavier, but no! it's now almost two in the morning and you still aren't sleepy in the tiniest bit, you didn't know insomnia got this bad, if you knew this prior to coming back to school this year, you would've bought more of those sleeping pills. you lean your chin onto your hand as your computer continues playing audio from a random episode of brooklyn nine–nine.

the millions of thoughts rampant in your mind were probably distracting you, rendering it impossible to sleep, and also rendering it impossible to focus, seeing as your just looking around your room, which is pretty much boring you considering all you've been doing for the past thirty minutes is looking around your own room.

you think your gonna bore yourself to death, you pretty much prepare to stay up for the next five hours until your alarm rings and startles you out of your daze (which has happened way too many times for your comfort), but then your phone rings.

it's almost two in the morning, who exactly is calling you at this time? who knows that you're awake at 1:56 in the morning and decided to call you? they probably knew you'd pick up..

and you know who it is— it's so obvious.

dejun.

you don't mean to pick up your ringing phone as fast as you do, you want to punch yourself in the face for how desperate you seem, and you almost don't answer the phone because you feel so embarrassed. "hello?"

"hi!" dejun sounds way too joyous for someone who is sleep deprived, and up at 1:57 am. "sorry? was that too loud?"

"no no your fine" you reply, even though the speaker is on, guanheng can quite literally sleep through anything, there was one time the fire alarm was going off for a good ten minutes and he didn't even budge. "guanheng is a pretty heavy sleeper".

"he's lucky, i can't sleep" the sound of shuffling on the other line resonates in your ears, and dejun huffs, sounding frustrated. "you were the only person i assumed would be awake".

you snicker. "why is that?" you inquire, he was right, of course, but you just wanted to hear his reasoning, and also wanted him to keep talking.

you really like dejun's voice for some reason, it just scratches the right part of your brain. in these past two days you realized that you like a lot of things about dejun, many more things than you thought you might.

"your major has the word 'science' in it so i just assumed the amount of sleep you get is slim to none".

now that gets another laugh out of you, you laugh much more than you intend to, but also— it's dejun, and you can't resist the loud laugh that escapes your lips.

oh your such a desperate little bitch—

"well you'd be correct" you respond, humming as you pick at your nails. "at this point sleeping is beginning to make me tired".

there's a long pause, and your worried you made everything more awkward, because you don't hear anything from the other line. for a moment, you're almost convinced dejun hung up on you, but before you can speak he beats you to it.

"i can keep you company until you get tired" he immediately suggests, and you almost choke on your spit when he says that. "i don't mind".

you go silent, feeling as if all logical thoughts in your mind have suddenly disappeared into the air. you might sound like a complete loser right now but that was just so sweet of him to suggest, you smile much too wide for your own comfort, but you don't even think about that, because your just so charmed by the words.

"you are.." you pause, clasping your hands together as you think about what words to say next. "yeah yeah, that's fine" you finally continue, your new words having no connection to the previous ones you previously said, you just hope dejun doesn't notice.

"good! it would've been awkward if you said no" dejun giggles, and you just can't get over how cute he sounds. "plus, i wouldn't want you to be tired in the morning, lord knows how much you do in a day.."

you feel an unfamiliar fluttering feeling in your stomach, because he is so considerate? he wants to help you, he's just being so nice to you at.. two! two in the morning! you bite down on your bottom lip, hoping it doesn't bleed from how hard your tooth drives into it.

"aww, you care about me that much?" you ask, just wanting to hear him talk again. you feel like a teenage girl giggling and kicking her feet over a high school crush, except you can't kick your feet and giggle because then dejun would know.

"okay, be quiet, don't make me hang up".

"okay okay don't do that!" you say, totally meaning to sound as desperate as possible this time. "if your not here i won't ever fall asleep".

you hear something similar to a squeal on the other line, as if dejun had heard your words and just freaked out.

the realization honestly boosted your ego.

"you— you suck!"

"you offered to help me jun, don't get like this now!"

you're not sure how long it goes on for, but you swear you two laugh all night while on the phone.

"SO WHOSE THE GUY?" the question is asked so abruptly that at first, you assume you heard your friend wrong. when you look up, he stares at you with that deadpanned gaze, and that's when you realize he's completely serious. you chuckle at the realization that your friend is sure that your in love with someone (well you are— your just surprised that he figured out so quickly). "what guy? there's a guy?" you tilt your head, acting as if you have no idea what he could possibly be talking about. you giggle as you watch him slowly get even more irritated by your answer.

"you always come in here looking a little less miserable each day" chenle observes, leaning forward as he narrows his eyes at you. "someone is making you excited to live life?"

"do i always come in here looking miserable?" you ask, completely diverting your attention from chenle's previously asked question, which makes him pout.

"yep!" renjun exclaims, sitting beside you, he crosses his legs in his chair and presses his lips into a thin line. "so! who is he?"

the two seem way too excited to know about your never talked about before crush on dejun. now— you didn't know it was so obvious that you were now smitten for this new guy, you're usually the friend that's known from straying the furthest away from love, you don't remember any people you've legitimately liked that weren't elementary school crushes..

so yeah, your friends totally had every right to be surprised, because your absolutely smitten for a man and they just want to know who this man that is making you so happy is!

you hate that you give in so easily. "he's one of guanheng's friends.." you mutter, picking at your nails, looking down to make sure you don't witness renjun and chenle's reactions with your own two eyes.

renjun gasps, sounding like those ladies at the hair salons that just heard the juiciest gossip. "ooh! who? does he go here? do we know him? is he pretty?"

chenle looks over at renjun like he's crazy, that familiar judging stare in his eyes as he watches renjun lean closer to you with a totally not creepy smile on his face. "don't you think your acting a little too interested in this?"

"i just want to know!" renjun shouts, playfully glaring at the younger. he then turns back to you, and you assume his cheeks must be hurting from how hard he seems to be smiling. "tell me please?"

"he's— he's just your run of the mill pretty guy who is nice, and smart, and absolutely adorable who tells horrible jokes that still end up being funny in some way and he has a pretty laugh and i just love his voice, and talking to him, and, i can't even explain it because it'll sound stupid!"

"you sound like a psycho" chenle immediately says, laughing at you like you just confessed to an atrocious crime against humanity. you sink into your chair, slumping towards the side.

"aww! the pessimistic y/n is in love!" renjun squeals, again, like those women at the hair salon who just heard the juiciest gossip. he grabs your arm and shakes you vigorously, causing you to get dizzy in the slightest bit. "i can't believe i've lived to see this day!" he shouts, continuing to shake you as you can't properly get out your cries for help.

"renjun you're gonna kill him" chenle pinches the older in the arm, making him yelp and jump, he giggles as he witnesses the glare the older male sends him, his crushing grip remains around your arm, but you don't even mention at this point, because at least he's not shaking you anymore.

"sorry" he remarks, definitely not sorry as he squeezes your arm once again, beginning to get overly excited. "it's just.. exciting you know?"

"it's exciting that i'm in love with someone?" you raise an eyebrow, and though you expect renjun to respond, chenle quickly does.

"yep! you'll finally be gone!"

his cheer results in a gasp of offense from you, and all chenle does is giggle in victory.

THE ONE THING YOU'VE LEARNED FROM THE now excessive amounts of times you've hung around guanheng's other friends is that they're loud, they are all really loud (even sicheng! who, for a good majority of the time, is always quietly staring at his friends with clear concern in his eyes), even if they don't mean to, they're somehow always either yelling, shouting, or making some sort of scene. they're all just naturally hilarious, like comedians that don't realize they're comedians because they're just being themselves. in the past few weeks, it's like you spend more time with these people that don't go to your school in comparison to people that actually go to your school and that you can see easily.

but if you're being honest, you don't really mind that your spending all your free time with them, because they are indeed very fun to be around (and you get to see dejun much more regularly, which is something you rather enjoy), and because life would be insanely boring if guanheng didn't decide to drag you out of the dorm every other day to go do stupid things with his friends that go to a whole other school.

"you are such a cheater! i won fair and square!"

"you did not! your the cheater! sicheng is my witness!"

sicheng, who was not listening to anything either ten or yangyang had to say, looked over at the younger with a look of concern washed over his features. he blinks as he's suddenly put on the spot, smiling nervously as the youngest stares intensely at him, waiting for his answer. "uh.. i— i don't know".

his delivery makes you burst out laughing, and you cover your mouth with your hand as to not make yourself look like an absolute fool. you don't even realize that you picked up on one of dejun's habits, you might be spending too much time around him..

actually, forget that! there is no such thing as spending too much time around dejun, and that might make you sound like a "simp" but you don't care.

you've fallen, and you've fallen hard.

"okay.." guanheng presses his lips into a thin line, ignoring the way ten and yangyang now begin discussing the logistics of cheating in card games, unfortunately dragging poor sicheng into their argument. he turns to dejun and scoots closer to him. "can you do me a favor?"

dejun groans, playfully rolling his eyes. you assume he's done as much favors for guanheng as you have, and you barely stifle the snicker that dares to escape your lips.

dejun hears the sound, and smacks your arm hard, making you jump. he only gives you a teasing smile before turning to guanheng, having to give him a response.

"at what lengths do i have to go for this favor?"

guanheng scoffs, crossing his arms. "it's nothing insane or anything, i just want you to get me something.."

"and you can't get it yourself because..?"

"i have no money on me" and there goes that signature guanheng frown, dejun opens his mouth to argue but then he shuts it so quickly it seems like he just got out in some sort of trance.

"fine fine" dejun rolls his eyes once again, surrendering much too quickly. "you owe me though—"

"take y/n with you".

there's a pause, both you and dejun go very silent for a moment. whilst dejun is just confused, you absolutely know what guanheng is doing, and you have to use every bit of patience in your body to restrain yourself instead of jumping over the table and tackling him right then and there.

dejun is clearly clueless, though, because he just raises an eyebrow. "why?" he inquires, somehow sounding so sweet even though his question is asked with so much confusion.

"y/n knows what i want".

what a smooth lie, dejun glances over at you, and you just shrug, having no idea what more to say. "he needs to take a walk anyway" guanheng lies again, wow, two in a row! he's on a roll.

"okay..?"

so that's how you find yourself on a walk with the person that you are very much in love with, a somehow comfortable silence spread between the two of you as dejun hums an unfamiliar tune to himself, hands in his pockets, eyes closed as he slowly sways back and forth.

he looks very peaceful, just doing what he does, being effortlessly pretty as he does so, and you observe his behavior, almost entranced by it in a sense.

you only stop when he speaks up—

"do you think they're still arguing?" he suddenly asks, and you snap out of whatever daze you were having, praying that he totally didn't notice you admiring him like a creep. "or are they just.. conversing calmly now?"

you don't want to seem like even much more of a weirdo, but you feel like he asked that question just as an excuse to talk to you, and maybe your thinking too much into it, but you've definitely done that before, so you know what it looks like.

"i hope they aren't still arguing" you answer, and dejun looks up at you, smiling. "that'd be a long ass time to argue".

"well they like arguing just to argue" dejun replies, fiddling with his necklace. "but they're harmless.. for the most part".

his delivery makes you laugh, and you look down at your shoes. "you're a very calm person, you know, the opposite of guanheng".

the sudden statement from dejun makes you look up at him once again, and this time, he's staring directly at you, as if he had been waiting to make eye contact with you the whole time. "calm?"

"well compared to my roommates you are" he giggles, and maybe he doesn't mean to, but he stares at so intensely that your legs feel shaky.

"who knows? maybe i'm a fraud" you tease, purposefully leaning closer to him so your words have an effect. dejun's eyes widen, and he lightly leans away from you, looking speechless. "you'd never know, though".

you don't know how you suddenly got so bold, or why you were so amused at the sight of dejun freaking out, you feel like some sort of genius for what you just did, and you snicker at yourself before leaning back.

dejun takes in a deep breath, looking like he's trying to fix himself. he clears his throat and stumbles through his next words. "i— uh.. you're such an idiot!" he decides to say, crossing his arms over his chest.

your not sure how the two of you became so casual in this amount of time, a few weeks ago, dejun wasn't such a regular figure in your life, and you were just any other college student doing their best to get by, not thinking about falling in love with a gorgeous oreo–haired man—

but you're also not complaining.

you aren't sure how you got so lucky, how it just happened that you could continue to spend time with the cute boy you met at a stupid football game simply because the two of you shared mutual friends, it's one of times guanheng's actually done you a favor, without even realizing it too!

"okay i'm sorry" you giggle, shoving your hands into your pockets, you once again begin taking from dejun's habits and sway back and forth. "seriously!"

"you're unbelievable" dejun exaggerates, rolling his eyes, but it wasn't serious, and you knew it wasn't serious. "but i meant what i said, your calm".

you raise an eyebrow at him, wanting to know more about the observations he has about you. "could you elaborate on that?" you don't mean to laugh, but you do, and it causes dejun to laugh too.

"you just.. seem content with what you have" he explains, but he doesn't explain it enough, so he continues. "like someone could get you a piece of paper as a birthday gift and you'd be pleased".

you laugh, hard, because he somehow managed to get you spot on. you almost feel like he is reading your mind, because he nailed you down with each word. "really? i guess i am like that".

"ah, so my prediction was right then!"

you laugh at how glad he is. "yeah, i am truly not that hard to please, gifts are gifts and if someone gets one for me, there's no use in being mad if the gift isn't something i like, at least they remembered to get me something!"

dejun stares at you for a specifically long time, looking you up and down. he stares at you with warm eyes, a gaze that seems so near and dear to his heart, a gaze so loving that it looked like he was about to get down on one knee and propose to you.

"i like any and all gifts" you continue.

"are there any specific kinds of gifts you like?"

dejun asks that question in a tone that makes it seem like he's totally not trying to sound suspicious, but he is totally asking you that question for a very specific reason.

guanheng must've told him something..

at least, that's what you assume, but dejun is patiently waiting for your answer, and you can't daydream the whole time about the true meaning of his words.

"i like books, plushies, music tapes, vinyl's, you know.. regular gifts that people like receiving".

dejun hums, as if he's noting down the information you're telling him in his mind, still, you don't say anything about his mannerisms, just keep it to yourself.

"are you noting down my reply?"

"i'm just keeping it in mind!" he says, smiling brightly at you. "just in case your special occasion comes up and i don't know what to get you".

oh! so guanheng definitely did tell him something..

"i mean— were friends! any gift from you will be a good gift".

at the word friends, dejun seems to pause, cogs in his brains turning as he tries to process your words. you don't understand why he would be trying to understand your words, because the two of you were clearly friends, did he think you two were something else?

you see the flash of disappointment on his face, but it quickly reverts back to a smile and he simply acts like nothing happened. "sorry, the word 'friends' just caught me off guard".

a lie..

how interesting.

"seriously though, i just want to get you a gift you'll appreciate forever".

but you're already enough for me— do you know how much you've changed my life?

your own thoughts manage to surprise you, because the words that you just told yourself in your own mind startle you enough that you make a judging face at yourself. luckily, dejun is turned away from you, so he doesn't notice.

"well that's thoughtful of you".

"i try my best.." he responds, finally looking back at you with that same loving stare, one that wants to lure you in and make you trip on your own feet.

for some reason, the two of you stop. there's an uncharacteristically long pause, like the world just decided to cease for a moment, and you both are completely stuck in place, just there, staring at each other.

dejun's eyes move, as if scanning your face like a camera, and they (of course) stop at your lips. he stares at them for what seems like forever, and it almost looks like he's restraining himself, but by the way he bites his bottom lip, it's clear—

he wants to kiss you.

and maybe there's a small voice at the back of his head that tells him to cut it out, because he almost immediately snaps out of whatever daze he was having, and clears his throat, his cheeks going a bright red.

"uh— sorry, yeah, um, we should get going" he says, shaking his head as he pulls his sleeves down.

"guanheng will yell at us if we're late".

okay, so he just decides to not talk about it? you want to ask him why he didn't just do it, because he clearly wanted to, but before you can even open your mouth, or get any words out, he grabs your hand and the two of you continue walking back to the group.

he doesn't say anything more, doesn't try to make anymore small talk, and while you do want to bring up what just happened there, you don't.

you just bask in the feeling of dejun's hands intertwined with your own.

it's a good feeling, you decide.

THAT MOMENT IS STUCK ON YOUR MIND for what seems like years. you can't get over it! how he was looking at you, how he clearly wanted to kiss you, but for some reason, decided to stop himself from doing so. you're not sure why you didn't just tell him that it was okay, that you would be completely fine with him kissing you, but you guess that you're just a complete idiot as well, because you just stayed silent throughout the whole thing, the two of you equally deciding in silence to not bring it up, just sitting next to each other in awkwardly for the rest of the night.

and yeah, it's become normal for dejun to constantly run through your mind these days, it's like he has his own subsection in your mind, dedicated to thoughts about him and him only, but it's like he's just become rampant in there ever since that.. thing he did (or should you say, didn't do, considering he decided to not kiss you when the opportunity was right there), maybe you should've pulled him in, maybe you should've (for once) been impulsive and done the first thing put to your mind.

and this crawls through your mind for days, then those days become a good week and a half. now— you and dejun aren't not talking or anything, it was just sort of difficult to look at him without thinking about that.

you're so into your thoughts these days, that you are much more spacey during your classes, at home, and somehow, guanheng picks up on your weird turn, which is crazy, because guanheng was the last person you expected to notice something like that, he usually never notices most things in front of him anyway.

"okay, what the fuck happened?" he decides to randomly drop it on you when he seems to have had enough, which is funny, because he's technically the person that started the whole thing.

you look up from your phone, blinking at him like he just said something out of this world. "hm?" he scoffs at your lack of a response, shoving your shoulder, which results in a glare from you.

"what happened?" he asks again, this time without the extra swear word, he makes himself comfortable on the other side of the couch. "you are acting weird" he points at you accusingly, like you'd just been accused of a crime and he was trying to figure out if you were truly suspicious.

"i don't know what your talking about.."

"stop stalling!" he complains, grabbing your arm and beginning to shake you back and forth. "tell me! you can't keep acting weird and just not tell me what's wrong".

now you want to tell him, but in your mind it sounds so stupid that you feel like guanheng would laugh at you the moment you uttered the first few words of your sentence. "you're going to laugh".

guanheng gasps, offended by your response, though it is true, he just wants to be dramatic. "i won't! i'm concerned! i'm being a good roommate and asking you what's wrong!"

so, you roll your eyes, taking a deep breath. "okay so hypothetically.." you begin, because you have no other idea how to start your sentence.

hypothetically just means = it was indeed not hypothetical!

"hypothetically, uh huh.." guanheng hums, understanding the true meaning your words have. "okay sorry, continue".

"let's just say that, hypothetically, i am totally in love with one of your best friends, and that friend totally wanted to kiss me but then chickened out last minute and like an idiot i didn't say anything and i have no idea how to go about it".

guanheng's eyes widen at your words, and his jaw almost drops. "hypothetically though" you add to the end of your sentence after a long pause.

"right right! hypothetically.." he nods, though he can't contain his look of excitement at the words. "and you didn't kiss him back!?"

you're almost knocked off the chair from how intense his yell is. you groan and cover your face with your hands, embarrassed and ashamed. "i didn't know how to bring it up and not be awkward!"

"just say 'hey dejun you could totally kiss me and it'd be fine because we are both mortifyingly in love with each other'!" guanheng shouts, louder than his previous words. he's always so straight up, and you almost wish you didn't tell him anything. "it's that easy!"

"it is not!" you shout in rebuttal, crossing your arms and frowning. your acting like guanheng at this point, but that's not what you're noticing at this very moment. "it's easy for you! you date people and you kiss people all the time! i don't do that!"

"excuses excuses!"

you're at a loss for words at his lackluster words, you once again, frown and turn away from him. "i'm sorry! i have never been hardcore in love with someone like this before! i don't know how to talk about it!"

guanheng looks like he's about to yell again, but he takes a deep breath and relaxes himself, leaning back in the couch. "okay, i'm sorry for yelling.."

"y/n, you really just need to tell him how you feel straight up, because if you keep stalling than none of you will end up confessing in the end and you'll both just be going through a loop of 'should we or should we not?'"

you blink, staring at guanheng for a good few minutes, honestly surprised. this is probably the best advice he's ever given you, usually, you’re the one that has to give him advice because he always ends up doing something stupid and has someone that wants to murder him because of that stupid thing he did.

"that was actually.. good advice" you reply, laughing at guanheng's eye roll. he just shoves you, making sure he does extra hard this time to get his point across.

"shut up! i always give good advice!"

"you usually don't give any advice at all.." you mutter, running a hand through your hair as you look away from your roommate, who just glares at you like you just committed a federal offense.

"say something again and i'm gatekeeping dejun from you!"

"your what!?"

at the sound of your shout, guanheng giggles as he scurries away, proud of himself for the words that escape his lips.

YOU'RE NOT SURE HOW YOU SOMEHOW LET guanheng drag you off to a party on a friday night where all you wanted to do is relax. parties have never truly been your thing, but that's because being surrounded by a bunch of drunk and high adults just isn't your idea of fun, you're also just not a big drinker, so the only reason you usually even end up at parties is to take guanheng home when he gets too drunk and can't fully articulate his thoughts. so, the fact that guanheng was somehow able to convince you to get out of the house and go to a party when you truly should've been at home, watching horrible sitcoms.

but no, you're here! and you can't leave without guanheng because if you did, he'd probably find a way to end up killing himself, or he'd say the wrong thing to the wrong person and would end up getting punched in the face.

so you find yourself in a familiar spot, your back against a wall as you stare at your phone, somehow able to ignore the hundreds of screaming drunk people that surround you, it's become a skill of yours, and you're not sure how exactly it developed, you've just become such a natural when it comes to ignoring others.

guanheng, of course, has already walked off to do his own thing, but not before reminding you of the advice he'd given you a few days prior, yelling at you to 'just tell the boy you like him!'

maybe his advice is burned into your brain, because now all you wish is that you were with dejun, talking about something stupid, or just talking.

and there must've been somebody listening in on your thoughts, because he suddenly walks around the corner, head whipping around like he's searching for someone.

your not trying to look at him, but he catches your gaze immediately, and he skips towards you like a kid in a candy store.

"hi" he greets, a little giggle to his words. his face is a shade of bright red as he giggles once again, though nothing's funny. "pretty".

he whispers the last word, with the intention of you not hearing it, but his mind must be too clouded for him to realize that he said it much louder than he thought he did, but you don't say anything, just hum.

"hello" you greet back, and he laughs once again, covering his hand with his mouth. "are you okay?"

a loud snicker leaves his lips, and he moves closer to you to link his arm with yours. he rests his head onto your arm, a content smile spreading across his face. "i'm drunk".

his honest answer makes you question his state for a moment, since when do drunk people admit that they're drunk? or maybe he's only just tipsy.. your not sure, but he's not acting like a totally sober person right now.

"are you sure?" you raise an eyebrow, dejun just responds with a small 'hmph', and he keeps your arm linked with his. "dejun".

"yes! i am!" he yells as rebuttal, shaking your arm a few times. "do you wanna smell my breath?"

"oh no no no" you reply, covering his mouth with your hand. he laughs at you, his cheeks as pink as yangyang's hair, he grabs your hands, and whilst yours are cold, his are burning hot. "okay you have energy".

"i'm sorry" he suddenly blurts, another snort escaping his lips as he leans his head against your chest. you give him a look, confused as to why he felt the need to apologize.

"for what?"

"for doing that thing" dejun responds, closing his eyes as he sways back and forth. "i probably made everything awkward, i didn't mean to".

that's what he thinks? he thinks that he made everything awkward? you feel your heart break at the realization, but all dejun does is laugh sadly.

"you didn't— you didn't make everything awkward, it's okay".

dejun laughs again, clearing his throat. "just tell the truth, y/n.."

you chuckle, not at dejun, just at his words. he wants you to tell the truth? fine.. you will!

"dejun" you begin, using your pointer finger to tilt his chin up so the two of you make eye contact, you watch as his eyes widen, but he doesn't move, just lets you do your thing. "you can kiss me, it's okay".

he blinks, as if trying to figure out if you were lying or not. he opens his mouth, but no words come out, so he closes it again. "it is?" he asks again, just wanting reassurance, you hear his voice crack, but he's getting impatient, he wants your answer.

"yeah it's fine".

that's all the conformation dejun seems to need, because he finally presses his lips to yours after what seems like years of waiting. your arms naturally rest on his waist, and there's just something, something about this that makes you smile.

there's an urgency in the way he kisses you, and his hand comes up to hold your face. he is just so desperate, and it would be a lie to say that you weren't just as desperate as he is. you'd been wanting this for so long, you don't even know how many times you thought about what it would be like to kiss dejun.

his fingers caress your cheek, and the contact feels like your skin was set ablaze. maybe this is what you needed, and you assume it's exactly what dejun needed to, because he pushes on your shoulder with a seemingly inhumane amount of force, which makes you gasp a little.

while your one arm is around his waist, the other one goes up to run your fingers through his hair, somehow causing the two of you to both smile, barely stifling your laughs.

after what seems like forever, dejun pulls away, and while you're standing there, breathless, he just smiles, relaxing as you play with his hair. "you like my hair?"

you aren't sure why out of all things, that's what he decides to ask, but you laugh, completely enamored by the boy in front of you. "yep, it's soft" you reply, biting your inner cheek. "the color suits you".

dejun tilts his head, looking up at you with his insanely pretty eyes. you just want to squish his cheeks, or wrap him in a blanket and hold him forever, you aren't sure why you just have this surge of loving emotions for absolutely no reason, maybe it's the way he's staring at you, or that he just left you breathless and did it so flawlessly.

he hums, not knowing how to respond to your compliment. he just suddenly gets shy, his ears turning red at your words.

"you're so stupid.."

that's probably his favorite phrase to say to you by now, but you don't mind, you just smile as he hides his face away from you. 

"dejun" you call out despite him being right in front of you, and he looks up at you again, gaze warm as he gives you a small smile.

"yes?"

"i love you" you immediately spout, not even surprised by how high your voice has gotten. "like— in the i'm in love with you kinda way and not in a i just want you to kiss you but not call you my boyfriend kinda way".

dejun pauses, snickering at your words, he looks at you like you're the only person in the world.

what other way could there possibly be?

but you don't get any response, at least, not from him, because all he does is lean forward and press his lips to yours.

YOU'VE NEVER REALLY BEEN A FAN OF YOUR BIRTHDAY, and you aren't sure why. it used to be a fun thing up until you turned twelve and it suddenly felt like a switch had flipped, as if your birthday was making you miserable. now it's not like you always feel depressed on your birthday, it's just that sometimes you don't want to have a huge birthday celebration. most of the time— you only request for huge birthday bashes on specific days, like when you turned ten (you were very excited about becoming a double–figured age), or when you turned eighteen (you became an adult, not that exciting but it was definitely something, you could finally legally drink), but it's truly only specific days that you don't mind having large, people–filled birthday parties.

and not only were you not exactly anticipating your birthday, you already had something even bigger on your mind the whole time.

like dejun ghosting you! that's definitely one!

okay so you tell the guy you love him, you make out with him at a party (in the opposite order but oh well), he doesn't give you a response and then he decides to just ignore you?

maybe he just didn't know what to say, and that also lead to him just not picking up his phone for a good two weeks as he completely ignored your calls and texts and voicemails!

and with this being the only thing on your mind, your birthday seemed to be the least important event at the moment.

you didn't really want to think about it, and the campus was starting to make you feel sick, so this year you planned on visiting your parents after the day was over, considering your special day fell on a friday—

but guanheng, guanheng had other plans.

he practically begged you to let him throw the party for you, he wanted to do it so bad that he vowed to never ask you for a favor ever again (which is a lie! he never keeps his promises!), he was acting so desperate, it was like you'd just saved his life or something.

you're not sure what made guanheng so eager to throw a party for you, especially because you just didn't know what you would do with a bunch of people in your dorm.

but he insisted, he would throw you the best party in the world.

and after what seemed like forever, you two finally agreed on something—

you go visit your parents friday evening, and guanheng throws your party on saturday, easy!

"what do you mean strawberry isn't a good flavor!?"

you scoff at his question, nodding your head, as if confirming your words. "i don't like strawberry flavored things, you get me a strawberry cake and i'm making you sleep outside".

your threat results in a gasp from your roommate, who looks genuinely hurt by your words as he places a hand on his chest, horrified. "you are such a horrible roommate! threatening me when i'm throwing a party for you".

"it'll be a horrible party if you get me a horribly flavored cake".

you totally mean what you say as well— you truly dislike strawberry cake.

and when guanheng said party, you didn't exactly anticipate how many people he would decide to let into your dorm.

now you know a good chunk of these people, but most of these people probably decided to come just because they knew guanheng, all they did was utter some happy birthday's and then they ran off to do their own thing.

guanheng got most things right, he just invited a bunch of people that really didn't care for your birthday, just wanted to be around him.

so it's no surprise that you felt just a little disappointed about the people at your party that just didn't give two shits about your actual birthday.

and guanheng was off doing something else, though you could actually see him this time, he was telling people where to put the gifts they brought for you.

your beginning to feel suffocated in your own dorm, which is ironic to you, because this is quite literally the place you go to get away from a bunch of people, it's the only place of yours that isn't full of people.

so, you clear your throat, and push through people to get to the door, not wanting to stay inside with all these people, you'll probably end up throwing up everywhere if you stay inside even longer.

when you exit the dorm, you take a deep breath the moment you close the door, letting your back fall against it. you immediately jump as you see a person behind the door—

okay so dejun (who you confessed your love to by the way!), is pacing back and forth in front of your door, totally stressing. you blink, a look of confusion spreading across your face. "um.."

"are you okay?"

you aren't even sure why you opened your mouth, but if you didn't, this would just go on for a good twenty more minutes.

dejun jumps, clearing his throat as he smiles awkwardly. "you— scared the shit out of me".

he's acting so casually? after not talking to you for a good two weeks!?

"sorry—"

"i'm sorry!"

dejun immediately yells, covering his face with his hands. "i'm so sorry for not texting you! or calling you! or giving you a response! it was so stupid of me to not consider your feelings and instead of just telling you straight up how i felt i decided to ignore you but i was scared that i wouldn't be able to tell you without making it awkward and it—"

"dejun" you place your hands on his shoulders, turning him around to face you. "your rambling".

he sighs, eyes darting away from your face, he frowns. "but it's not okay, i didn't talk to you, i probably came off as such an asshole! you were probably so confused, and i just.. said nothing!"

you observe his features, and he looks even more anxious at your silence. his face goes red, and his leg begins bouncing up and down, whilst his hands look for something to hold.

"okay, calm down.." you mutter, reaching for his left hand and lacing it together with yours. "it's okay, there's no need to be worried".

"i'm sorry" he says again, finally looking up at you. "i get it if you don't forgive me—"

"dejun" you cut into his sentence, squeezing his left hand. "i forgive you.. i love you".

you repeat your confession once more, and dejun blinks, processing your words.

"i love you too".

and finally, after what seems like forever, after what was so long, he gave you a response.

before you could say anything more, dejun pulls you in for a hug, his arms circling around your waist. you're a bit taken aback by the sudden display of affection, but you also don't mind, because he squeezes you tighter.

"happy birthday" he mumbles, a small smile coming to his face as he feels your hand comb through his hair. "i'm sorry".

"stop apologizing" you say, lifting his chin up so you could look him in the eyes. "i forgive you, it's okay".

and it is, you're being completely honest, but dejun doesn't say more, immediately pulling you back into a warm hug

but suddenly, the door to your dorm swings open and guanheng peaks his head out, eyes widening as he witnesses the current thing. he has absolutely no context to anything which was happening at the moment, he just opened the door to witness a totally unaware dejun hugging you.

"uh.." he blinks, glancing between you two, but not asking anything, just clearing his throat. "it's time to cut the cake?" he laughs awkwardly, and you just smile, giving him a i'll be right there look.

"o...kay" he doesn't say anything more, just goes back inside and closes the door.

dejun giggles as guanheng closes the door, pulling away again to look up at you. "oh he is totally tired of us".

"we didn't do anything, though".

dejun snickers, lightly hitting your arm. "okay okay, you need to stop, it's your birthday, you have to go cut your cake".

"and.." he pauses, pulling a box out of nowhere and handing it over to you. "open your gifts".

you raise an eyebrow, confused. "where were you even hiding that?"

"that's irrelevant! it's your birthday, come on!"

and you let him drag you back into your dorm, smiling at him the whole time.

YOU ALMOST CONSIDER THE WAY YOU are acting to be absurd, and it's funny how much of another side dejun can just bring out of you. now you would never consider yourself to be a grumpy person, but people usually do describe you as having a 'natural frown'. you never really thought of yourself as being like that, but you guess that people don't see you look so happy much, because they continue to point out how it's like some glitch in the matrix to see you just a little less miserable as each day passes. chenle especially makes comments, talking about how you need to "put your smile away" because not seeing your resting face constantly freaks him out, renjun on the other hand, is elated, or maybe he's just glad he can finally be rid of you, you don't know.

but all that put aside, you are happy, and you have a cute oreo–haired man to thank for that.

and maybe this is all you really need, just dejun, the two of you don't even have to do anything, he can just lay his head down onto your shoulder and you'd be having a good time.

you like it when he sits down and paints your nails for you, or when he watches you bake over your shoulder, not knowing what to do but happy to watch you do your thing, or when he coerces you to win prizes from carnival games for him with his absolutely adorable eyes (he doesn't even need to try to coerce you, you'd do it either way).

"i'm pretty sure this is illegal".

"it's not!" you reply, though you mean to reassure dejun, your words seem to worry him more than anything. you take his hand, squeezing it. "dejun, i'm not getting you into any illegal activity".

"i can never tell with you" he retorts suspiciously, keeping your hand in his as you lead him up, he would have tripped if not for you holding your hand and guiding you up.

you clear your throat, patting the spot beside you as dejun immediately sits, so close to you that your legs are touching. "if i ever wanted to do something illegal, i'd know better than to bring you along".

he gasps, and you can't resist the urge to laugh at how offended he sounds. "what is that supposed to mean!?"

"you" your pointer finger touches his nose, and he doesn't even try to move. "are a snitch, you would be horrible to commit a crime with".

dejun slaps your hand away, and you laugh at the way he crosses his arms, a familiar pout gracing his absolutely beautiful features. "you— i.. take that back!"

"it's true! even yangyang would be a better option than you!"

dejun is even more offended by the words, and he slowly scoots away from you, arms still crossed as he pouts. you giggle as he remains scooted away from you, still angry about the words you said.

"uh— jun, i was just joking!"

"you suck".

dejun glares, but his glare is anything but serious, as you can see the way he slowly starts to break under your gaze, resisting the urge to burst into laughter. "i hate you".

"you love me".

he does, and he can't pretend he doesn't, because he almost immediately snickers, looking away from you as to not laugh more.

oh he is just so adorable.

you scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his waist, making him yelp. "you're so cute" you mutter into his shoulder, and at this point, dejun doesn't even try to pretend anymore.

"you're so corny" he says, patting your arms that currently circle around his waist. you lean your head down onto his shoulder, making yourself comfortable, and he just lets you, because at this point he can't really push you off him.

"don't fall asleep, i'm not going to carry you back to your place".

"you would be too weak to carry me anyway— ow!"

you yell loudly as dejun nudges you in the stomach with his elbow, and while he looks absolutely proud of himself, you just glare, absolutely done with him.

but you don't say anything, just lets your fingers run through his hair, probably your favorite thing to do with him. he just cups your face, and he just smiles at your face, giggling. "your just as cute as when we first met".

the statement makes you snicker, because you did not expect for him to say that out of all things he could've said. you get why he says it though, because you are at the place where it all began, the bleachers, the same bleachers where you two were standing when you shared your first interaction.

you tilt your head, wanting to tease him more. "so there were moments where i wasn't cute, then?"

dejun scoffs, turning away from you. he lightly pinches your arm, and you yelp once again, inching away from him. "why do you enjoy hurting me?"

he smiles innocently. "i don't, i have absolutely no idea what you're talking about!"

your face drops, and all dejun does is laugh, squeezing your cheeks. "don't be mad, babe, you know i love you".

and you do, you do know, he never fails to remind you of how much he does.

"i love you too.."

with your eye rolls, and tiny mutters, dejun knows, he knows that you're telling the truth.

[joonggphilia]

WayV hard thought perv scale?

WayV Hard Thoughts

Ot6 Perv Scale ——————————————————————— Most

Ten is number one on the list. He has lots of pervy thoughts and isn’t afraid to speak up about them. Everyone sees his comments as a bit of comedy, but you, his beloved boyfriend, know that these thoughts were genuine. Ten loved telling you all about his fantasies, seeing you flustered really did something to him. He also loved making those fantasies come true, pushing you a little further. Ten isn’t afraid of a bit of PDA either! He likes touching you in public, working you up during a fancy dinner or riling you up during a shopping trip. This man has zero shame.

Hendery is a close second. He is a flirty perv, making small comments in your ear or sneaking glances at your body. He is a very clingy boyfriend, never leaving your side either. He likes being able to touch you whenever he feels like it, whether it be holding your hand or resting a hand on your ass. He loves being in contact with you 24/7. Because he’s around you so much he can’t help but have these wandering thoughts of you squirming at his touch. He just wants to have his way with you <3

Kun is a closeted freak. Kun is the type to observe. He doesn’t have to say anything or touch you in anyway, he just has to watch you. He loves the way your body moves and your skin glows, it’s just so enticing. He loves dancing around the house with you, basking in your glory. He’ll constantly ask to visit you when you take baths or showers, innocently insisting to wash your body. He loves his beautiful boyfriend.

XiaoJun is only a perv when the moments right. Sure he’s a flirt, but he is a sweetheart! The only time those thoughts flood his mind is after a long day of work or when you two go out for late dates. On hard days he loves to come home and feel up your body, running his hands over your perfections and imperfections. He isn’t pervy, he just loves the way you feel (lies)

WinWin isn’t a pervert, just a loving boyfriend. He likes to take you on sweet dates and cuddle you at night. He likes cheesy pick up lines, but he doesn’t like flirting. If he wants something, he’ll ask for it. If he wants to have sex then he’ll ask you, genuine innocence plastered all over his face. No perverted thoughts what so ever, just love.

YangYang has never had a perverted thought in his life! He doesn’t like to think of you like that because it makes him uncomfortable. YangYang doesn’t just see you as his boyfriend, but he also sees you as his best friend and best friends don’t have secret nasty thoughts about each other. Or at least that’s what he thinks. He loves to cuddle though! He will need physical affection constantly, no excuses, you’re his boyfriend after all.

Least——————————————————————— Thanks to @triplejracha for help and ideas with this ask <3

[aces-parrows]

heartfelt roommates | xiaojun

pairing: college au!xiaojun x male!reader word count: 2k genre: fluff, imagine warning(s): not proofread summary: your have become enamored by your roommate, but you know you don't have a chance with him. or, do you?

it started as an ordinary day for xiaojun, just like any other... but by the time the day ended, he would realize that things were about to change in a huge way.

〰・♡・〰

xiaojun was roommates with you, both of you were college students. when you guys had first met, not only were you surprised to hear he had come from china to study in the us, but he also was fluent in english. it wasn't that you didn't think xiaojun would be capable, but by his accent, you would have assumed he grew up speaking both.

"hey, i'm xiaojun!" he spoke excitedly, "i'm your roommate this semester!"

"i'm y/n." you spoke, reaching out to shake his hand. it was so soft, almost like a warm cloud was holding your hand.

the first week of being roommates had its ups and downs. you two needed time to adjust to how the other functioned, your schedules, social lives; almost everything. however, you both were respectful as you navigated sharing a dorm together. at first, it may have been frustrating when someone tapped their pencil too much or was loudly talking on a group call with their friends, but there came a point where you two talked and figured out how to work around these things.

the rest of that first month ran a lot more smoothly. while you two may have been studying different things, you still find time to hang out and bond. whether that was helping each other with assignments, playing video games together, or just going out to enjoy some food; you two were becoming more than rommates were shared the same room.

you two also found ways to enjoy the quiet when the other wasn't around. for example, when xiaojun went out to eat or do something fun with his friends, you'd take this time to study, work on personal hobbies and projects, or just simply relax and enjoy a good book or web comic.

over time, you started noticing the little things about xiaojun that you hadn't noticed before. of course, when you two had first met, it was almost impossible to miss his thick eyebrows. they were a really defining feature of his, but soon you realized other things. the way his face would contort into a multitude of expressions as he played on his playstation or even the love he had for legos. sometimes, just the way he slept got your heart fluttering as if a million butterflies broke free in your stomach, causing your heart to pick up speed while your eyes remained fixated on your peaceful roommate.

〰・♡・〰

on a cool february night, you were quietly studying on your bed. you had a test coming up in a couple days, which some of the assigned reading hadn't yet been completed. as you made highlights in your textbook, jotting down the basic idea of said highlighted text, xiaojun sat in his bed video calling one of his friends back in china.

when you looked over a few minutes later, you noticed he had fallen asleep. his friend was still on call, but they weren't saying anything. xiaojun's chest gently rose and fell in a soothing rhythm, his features soft and relaxed. his hands rested softly on his stomach, his upper half propped up against the wall. something about this sight made you want to kick your feet and giggle like some sort of school girl, but you refrained and just softly smiled. he needed his rest. he was a hard worker. he was juggling both college, a part time job, and spent the afternoon building his pc after class.

when he woke up, it seemed as though he was confused but attempted to play it off. he cleared his throat and just continued speaking to his friend as if he didn't just wake up for a six minute nap. after his call, it seemed as though he remembered he wasn't alone in the room, to which he continued to play it off as he chuckled awkwardly, a hint of embarrassment tinted his cheeks a light shade of pink.

"i'm going to go take a shower." he said, exiting your room and off to do just that, not giving you the chance to speak.

you didn't understand why he seemed so embarrassed. you wouldn't have made fun of him. you might have let out a chuckle, but otherwise would encourage him to rest. however, you just played along to ease your roommate's anxiety.

you never did stop thinking about that night. it was one of those small little memories that made your heart race in a way you hadn't ever experienced before. you felt a small sense of guilt for being attracted to your roommate, but there was some other part of you that yearned for his touch, his voice, everything.

〰・♡・〰

xiaojun was not oblivious to your attraction. well, not entirely. he didn't quite understand those moments you looked into his eyes a little longer than you should have, or the nights where you wanted to know more about his life. it was as if there was something about you that he picked up on subconsciously, but consciously he was clueless to what it was. for a time, he has just assumed him being a foreign student brought more interest to him than those who were born in the us.

while that was true, you also just couldn't get enough of him. he was almost as addictive as nicotine. you needed your fill of his presence, even if he didn't speak a word to you. hell, he could lay in his bed peacefully reading and that was enough to get your fill.

as the semester went on, you slipped in extra compliments here and there when you two did something together. you praised him more as he began to understand some of the concepts he was learning in his classes. you even bought him food to surprise him a couple times after a stressful week.

the more he talked or did anything really, you become more and more enamored by xiaojun. you struggled to get your eyes off him at times, causing some of his friends to joke that you liked him. considering you weren't a woman, xiaojun would brush it off and deny these claims. he didn't think men couldn't like other men, he just didn't think that another man could fall in love with him of all people.

xiaojun would go on quite a few dates with girls from campus, but it seemed as though they never panned out into anything more. though, it didn't seem to discourage him from trying again. even when things did not work out, you could hear some girls from your classes gushing over him. it made you slightly jealous they had more of a chance with such a gorgeous individual, but you understood that this is the way the cards are dealt.

〰・♡・〰

one night, xiaojun had laid in his bed, talking to a friend of his. as their conversation went on, he began to recall all the moments you two shared. he slowly realized the way your guys interactions had changed, especially over the last couple months. to him, you two had seemed like very close and affectionate male friends, but his friends always picked up on something more coming from your side of your shared interactions.

as he continued to recalled various compliments, kind gestures, and many other things he's subconsciously picked up on, xioajun then began to wonder if perhaps, what his friends were saying was true. though, he didn't know how to approach the subject. what if you were just a very affectionate guy who had no interest in men and he was completely misunderstanding you?

"hey, y/n?" xiaojun asked, breaking the silence in your dorm room.

"what's up?" you asked, looking up from your book.

"i apologize if this comes off the wrong way, i'm just curious." xiaojun started, "are you always this affectionate with your other friends?"

this question caused your heart for a second, making you worry perhaps you were becoming too obvious or making him uncomfortable.

"oh yeah, if it makes you uncomfortable, i'm sorry. i can tone it down if it really bothers you-"

"no! it's okay!" xiaojun said with a giggle, cutting you off from finishing the sentence. "really, it's okay. i was just curious is all."

you nodded and went back to your book, hoping he didn't realize how bright red your cheeks were becoming. it felt as though someone had set them on fire the moment you fully processed his question, revealing what he had picked up on over time.

a few days later, on the way back from the dining hall, xiaojun asked another question.

"i know we haven't known each other for long, but i can't help but think that there's something different to our relationship. i feel like you look at me different than when we first met."

he then stopped and stood in front of you in the empty living area outside the rooms. everyone else was having dinner still, but you guys finished early to enjoy some games before you both had to get ready for bed, so it was just you two in this area. you looked into his eyes, unable to look away although you desperately wanted to avoid his curious gaze.

"i was just wondering, if maybe there was maybe something more between us?" he asked, completely catching you off guard. now, your eyes were darting from left to right, to the floor and back at his eyes. you bit your lip nervously, attempting to find the word for your answer. ultimately, you decided to confess. if he rejected you, perhaps it would make the process of moving on easier. it would be painful, but maybe that's what you needed to move on.

"xiaojun," you began, "there's something i've been wanting to tell you, for a while now. i'm not sure how you will take this, but... i've developed a crush on you. i tried to keep it to myself, but looking back, i guess i just became more obvious over time. i just really like you, you're a dream in every way possible."

xiaojun just stood there for a second, not sure how to react. his expression didn't show he felt any negative emotions towards your confession, if anything, he was a bit confused. while his suspicions were proven to be true, he wasn't really sure how he could have been so oblivious even when everyone had been telling him this was the case. he then smiled, almost every one of his features showing just how awstruck he was at the news.

"you really feel that way about me?" he said, his eyes sparkling more glitter.

you nodded shyly, your eyes once again darting between his gaze and the floor beneath your feet. you cheeks turned red along with your ears, a faint smile spreading across your face. you felt dizzy from the emotions swirling around inside you.

"i really like you."

"do you want to see if we work as a couple? just try it out and see how we feel afterward? i don't want to make things awkward between us, but i can't stop thinking about the chemistry we have. i feel like we could really be great together…"

your smile was no longer faint, now a wide grid as you excitedly nodded. upon agreeing to this offer, you both hugged for a moment, taking in the way you both seemed to perfectly fit into each others' arms. all your senses took in the other. their smell, the fabric of your clothes, the way you both seemed to have such relaxed breaths despite your hearts pounding. it felt so perfect for this moment.

you both headed back to the dorms to play video games as planned, this time hand in hand. neither of you could believe what had just happened, and just how easy it said to say these things to each other. how easy it was to feel this way around another person. it was like a romance novel, but this was a true.

[oracle-of-dream]

Never Really Alone, Pt. 2

Minors DNI

Summary: A continuation of Never Really Alone, go read that first! You've woken up after being knocked out. You don't know where you are...

Warnings: Male reader, Anal Sex, Blowjob, Cum swallowing/eating, Scratching, Several Pet names, Cum on body, Overstimulation, Passing out after sex, Chained to the bed, Stalking, Kidnapping, Virgin reader

Wordcount: 3k

Your eyes slowly opened, squinting from the harsh light above you. There wasn't any rain thumping on your window, and you felt a breeze in the room. Maybe from a fan. You sat up, you're whole body stiff. Your neck ached from sleeping in such an uncomfortable position. But you don't remember going to bed...

You tried to think back... The power had gone out, Xiaojun came to help you, left to get something, and then...

Your body felt a rush of electricity as you remembered fully. You started taking in the surroundings. You weren't in your room–it was some sort of a room with glass walls and fancy furniture all over. Your clothes were changed too. You had white shorts, knee-high socks, a long white cardigan, and a red T-shirt. Even your underwear was different from the ones you remember wearing earlier. In the room; Bookcases were filled with different colored books. The furniture was clean leather with a wine-red color. The glass was extremely thick. Outside the glass something like a garden with a large curtain that could cover the entire box you found yourself in.

You stood from the bed and heard the sound of metal sliding against the floor. You'd been chained to the bed. The chain pooled on the floor and led into a hole in the wall.

"Finally awake?" A familiar voice sounded from the other side of the bed. Xiaojun sat in a high-backed chair, looking at you. He looked refreshed, like he'd finally slept, and his clothes changed from his usual sweater. He had a black cardigan, black pants, and a white shirt.

"Xiaojun? What's going on?" You looked at him, examining his calm demeanor. That's when you realized he wasn't chained at all. "Y-You're free!? Help me!"

"My poor sweet bird." Xiaojun moved and sat on the bed, patting the spot next to him. Reluctantly, you sat next to him. "You must be so confused after hitting your head."

"What happened?"

"You had a pretty bad tumble, so I had to bring you here to get you patched up," He explained softly, pointing at your head. You hadn't even noticed you had a bandage around your head. "I had to take care of you. There was so much blood..."

"B-Blood?" You tried to remember falling but you couldn't remember anything like that. "Well, I'm okay now! So we can leave, right?"

"No! It's not safe out there. You have to stay safe, stay where I can see you. Remember telling me you felt safe with me? It made me so happy..." Xiaojun's smile was deranged. "You basically begged me to save you."

"I don't think I understand what's happening." The room felt like it was spinning. Your head started hurting, throbbing.

"Let's not get too worked up now. You'll hurt yourself." Xiaojun tried to touch you but you reeled away from him.

"Are you doing this to me?"

"I'm saving you!" Xiaojun pressed a button on a remote, making the chain in the wall get shorter. You fell to the ground as your feet were pulled out from underneath you, colliding with the cold hardwood floor. Xiaojun knelt down next to you. "You'll see it. I'm helping you..."

"How–"

Xiaojun pulled on your hair, making your head hurt even more. "Don't be rude! I've been kind, so the least you can do is show gratitude!" His voice rang in your ears as he raised it. You felt small, reduced to nothing, as he towered over you.

You shrank into yourself. "T-Thank you..."

Xiaojun leaned closer. "Louder."

"Thank you," Your voice trembled as you said the words.

He looked you in your eyes, watching how they teared up. "I just can't stay mad at you–but you shouldn't push me like that. I get angry sometimes..." Xiaojun held you in a tight hug, pressing your body against his as you didn't have the strength to lift your arms.

"Xiaojun?"

He looked down at you. "Yes, beautiful?"

"Are you going to kill me?"

Xiaojun gasped. "No! Never. I'd never do something like that–but that's not an excuse to test my patience. If you get into trouble, you'll get punished." Xiaojun scooped you into his arms, lifting you onto the bed. "Now get more sleep. We can play later." Your captor tucked you into bed, fluffed your pillow, and smiled lovingly as he left you alone with your new reality. You cried yourself to sleep, hopeless and powerless...

You dreamed of home. Your parents. Your job. It all made you cry, even in a dream. You felt your chest tighten, your breathing cut off as you choked on something. Torn from your dream, Xiaojun had his hands around your neck, squeezing as he ground against you. You struggled and thrashed until he let you go, letting you breathe.

You choked and coughed. Xiaojun kissed your inner thigh. "I'm sorry, baby. You just looked so sexy sleeping so soundly, I couldn't stop myself." You collected yourself on the opposite side of the bed, trying to calm down. "Baby, look at me."

You looked at him, crying again.

"You already respond to your new name so well. And you look so fucking hot crying. I could just bite you." Xiaojun crawled toward you as you recoiled away from him. "Shh, don't be scared of me. Come here," He called to you with a hand stretched out.

"When do I get to leave?"

"You're not leaving!? I–" Xiaojun took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't get angry. If you really want, we can go outside when you show me you can handle it. So I know you won't run away."

You nodded quickly. "How can I do that?" You were desperate, if there was even a 1% chance you could get away from him once you were outside then you'd take it. No matter the cost.

"You need to show me you love me. Body and Mind. Soul too. I fell for you the moment I saw you when we first met." Xiaojun grabbed your chain and pulled you closer, "come here."

You moved closer.

"Wait. Crawl to me. You look so cute like that." Xiaojun's smile was soft but the words that came from his mouth were inhuman. You moved back and crawled to him. "Slower, don't rush," Xiaojun commanded as he rubbed his cock in his pants. You slowed your crawl, swinging your hips as you looked at him in the eye with the sweetest look you could muster. He moaned with delight. "That's what I want. Come sit here."

You sat next to him.

"Good boy," Xiaojung praised you. "First, we need to get your pills."

"Pills?"

"Yes. Medicine for your head, remember?" Xiaojun produced two small pills from his pocket.

"I don't want pills!" You cried, but Xiaojun ignored you as he popped them into his mouth and kissed you. He forced the pill into your mouth, holding you together until you swallowed them.

"I wouldn't have to be so rough if you listened." He looked at the way you stared at him. "What is it?"

"I-I've never kissed anyone..." You confessed.

"I was your first!? I'm so sorry, baby! I should've made this better for you–more special. I was planning so many things! Daddy's so dirty..." You shivered at the title he'd given himself. Would you have to call him that too? Xiaojun jumped off the bed, pressing a few buttons on a pad on the wall which opened a door in the wall. He disappeared before returning with flower petals and the lights moved to a dim lighting. He spread the petals all over the bed.

"What's this for?"

Xiaojun patted your head. "Just wait, don't be impatient."

You eyed the keypad on the wall. You'll need to learn the numbers to find a way out...

"Okay, done. Lay down, beauty." You looked back at the bed, covered in petals. Clumsily, you climbed into the bed as the chain made it hard to lift your foot. Xiaojun stripped off his shirt. "I'm going to make this night perfect for you. I want our first time to be magical."

"Is this not your first time?"

Xiaojun smirked. "Are you getting possessive?"

"No, I was just curious..."

"Don't worry about me, tonight's about you."

"Xiaojun, I don't know–"

"When it's an intimate time, you call me, Daddy. Got it, birdie?"

"Birdie?"

"That's your name, silly." Xiaojun pinched you gently. "My perfect little birdie. I've caught you and put you in an even prettier cage."

Your throat tightened. "Does that–"

"More questions!?" Xiaojun's eyebrows furrowed. "We can do questions later, right now I'm trying to be romantic." You had more to stay, for your safety, you didn't ask anything else. You just had to put up with it until you could find a moment to break free–You needed to feed into his delusion, no matter how much he scared you. The moment you gave up, you'd lose to him. Undisturbed, Xiaojun crawled between your legs and laid your head on the pillow, putting a pillow underneath your hips as well.

You focused on calming your heart as Xiaojung's hungry eyes met with your fearful ones. You wouldn't die here.

"Just take it slow, baby," Xiaojun cooed before gently pressing his lips to yours. The first kiss was soft, gentle, and controlled. His lips were so soft and tasted like pineapple juice. You separated for a moment before Xiaojun pushed you back in for more. The second kiss was more passionate, his lips sucking your bottom lip into his mouth and biting you softly. His tongue slithered in between your lips, earning a small whimper from you, as he prodded deeper into your mouth. Your tongues met and Xiaojun moaned happily, his hands moved along your body. His hips pressed against yours in gentle thrusts as he played with your nipples.

You broke the kiss first. "T-That tickles!"

"They're sensitive? Good to know." He pushed up your shirt as he kissed down your neck and torso stopping at both nipples to give them an even amount of attention. "So tasty. So fucking delicious," He whispered, his breath warm hitting your skin. He moved your hips, showing you how to grind against him to press your cocks against each other. "Come on, baby. Use me. Whatever you want, I'll give it to you."

You decided to shoot your shot. "This is too tight. Can we take this off?" You shook your left leg, making the chain shake.

"Ask for something else. Anything else."

You didn't know what else to ask for. He wouldn't let you go so easily. You needed him even more relaxed... "Can I see it?"

"See what?" You looked down, letting your hand explain as it drifted to his waistband. Xiaojun's eyes widened, "Of course you can!" He lifted himself off you and rushed to unbutton his pants to unveil his cock to you. Even though you were putting on an act, his cock was big and you felt your cock getting harder as you looked at it.

"Be a good boy for me, birdie." His cock twitched as it pointed at you. you took the sign and crawled to him, just like before. "Be easy with it. No biting, either," Xiaojun warned as he pushed his cock toward you. You opened your mouth, still on all fours, allowing Xiaojun to slide his cock into your mouth. "Holy fuck," Xiaojun muttered as his nails dug into your shoulder. It was hard to fit in your mouth with how girthy it was, your jaw struggled to open. "That's it, keep going!" You choked slightly as you felt his cock slide further down his throat. You moved back but Xiaojun caught you by the hair. "Don't run away, keep pushing. You got it." Your body twitched and burned as you resisted the urge to pull away from him, forcing yourself to accept the intrusion in your throat. "I'm so close! Hold your breath and get ready to swallow." You listened and braced yourself. As soon as your eyes shit, you feel your mouth fill with cum as his cock swells from his orgasm.

When Xiaojung pulls away, your mouth is full of the surprisingly sweet substance. "Swallow it. It tastes okay, right?" You nodded, mouth still full. "Is it too much?" You nodded again. "Alright, lay back and kiss me. I'll drink some, and you have the rest." You could've swallowed it all, but you didn't want to. But you didn't expect Xiaojun to be so compromising. He climbed on top of you and lowered himself to kiss you, drinking his cum out of your mouth as your lips moved with his. "Wow, it is sweet," He mumbled between kisses. He drank a little before you swallowed the rest with an audible gulp. "Good job, sweet boy. You did it!" He cheered.

Xiaojun pulled you to sit up, chest to chest. "Do you think you can keep going?"

Your skin tingled. "Y-Yes..."

"Good. Because I don't know if I can stop myself." Xiaojun bit at your neck as he lifted you, shifting his legs so you were completely in his lap. He tugged at your shorts. "Lose them," He ordered.

You wiggled out of your shorts, embarrassed to find out that you weren't wearing underwear like you'd thought.

"Your cock is so cute, the way it shakes." Xiaojun grabbed your shaft and stroked you, earning unstable moans. "This really is your first time, isn't it?"

"Please don't keep asking–"

"Don't be embarrassed about it. That's what makes you so beautiful. And, honestly, it's even hotter than I'm the one who gets to have you first and forever."

He lifted your hips, making his head meet your stomach as your knees were on his sides–he sat between your legs as his fingers played with your hole. You felt them enter you. Three at once, but you didn't feel as much pain.

"You're taking the medicine really well, baby."

"What were those pills?"

"They were muscle relaxers so you won't feel any tension in your head anymore. There's a side effect about other muscles being relaxed, but we should work with that." Xiaojun smiled playfully as he lowered you, his cock poking at your hole. You realized he was telling the truth when you struggled to lift yourself or move your legs. They barely shifted, no matter how much effort you put into moving. Xiaojun loved watching you panic the face you made was so cute, but he was getting impatient. He lowered you the rest of the way, stretching you as his cock slipped into you. Even with the "medicine", he could still feel his cock inside you. Your virginity was stolen from you in an instant. And you were helpless to stop it.

"Still so tight, you're perfect," Xiaojun moaned into your chest as he moved you on his cock. Your head fell on his shoulder as you tried to keep your voice inside. "Why won't you sing for me, birdie? Am I not fucking you good enough?" Xiaojun leaned forward, pinning you on your back under his weight, the soft mattress catching you. "I guess I'll have to try harder to hear you."

The pace was slow at first. Xiaojun loved watching his cock slide out of you and seeing how your eyes rolled back when thrust into you at full force. Ten hits, back to back, as you kept your mouth shut–your brain barely keeping your sanity.

"You're taking me so nicely, so easy, aren't you?" Xiaojun kissed your cheek. "I've gotta fuck you so well you'll scream for me. Either that or until you pass out. Let's see which happens first," He said with an evil smirk. He started picking up the pace, somehow finding the strength to fuck you even harder. So hard that your body moved forward on the bed with each thrust, so Xiaojun would have to pull you by your hips onto his cock again. The sound of skin slapping together and his grunts filled the room as tears rolled down your face. Your hands clawed at his back, making him moan and shake. "Oh, dirty boy, aren't you? Keep going!" His thrusts never lost tempo as he pushed you closer to your orgasm. You tightened around him but still bit your cheek to stay quiet. "You're close, aren't you? You're squeezing even tighter. Maybe you'll sing if I make you cum?"

Xiaojun lifted your hips, fucking into you with only the strength of his arms. Lifting you into each thrust rather than moving his hips, he was able to go even faster. You felt your orgasm around the corner, tears streamed, and you lost focus for just a moment when he hit your spot. A small squeak passed through your lips.

"I heard you. It's too late for you now! I'm gonna fill you with so much cum," Xiaojun growled as he stared into your eyes.

"I'm cumming–" You whispered.

"Yes, that's it! Talk to me," Xiaojun cheered. "Just cum, go ahead and let it out!"

You follow his orders and let it go. A moan ripped from your chest as your whole body tensed, cum shooting from your cock and your hole twitching from the nonstop sensation overload. Xiaojun fucked you through the entire thing and continued after it ended.

“Wait–stop!” You sobbed.

Xiaojun leaned down and licked a tear off your cheek. “You’re so cute when you cry, do it more! Cry for me to stop, please.” Xiaojun let go of your hips and pulled on your wrists, plunging him deeper, he leaned back and continued moving his hips. The new angle was hitting your spot every time, overloading your head. You struggled against him but he was so strong, you could feel bruises already forming where he grabbed you… The last ounce of strength of mind you had faded away, leaving nothing but Xiaojun and his cock. Your voice finally revealed itself, you moaned and squealed with every thrust. “Your noises-so cute! I can’t hold it!” Xiaojun dropped your arms and pulled out of you, cumming all over your torso. Thick ropes covered your white clothes, making them darker where the fabric was wet.

Xiaojun sighed in relief. “My god, you’re amazing. Such a good boy for me.” He stroked your hair, listening to the sound of your breathing. “How about a bath now, since Daddy got you dirty.” Xiaojun studied your face, your eyes were closed and your breathing was steady.

You’d actually passed out…

[yoonmeowzz]

wayv ! why they fell in love with you

contents: wayv members (ot7) x gn!reader, fluff, friends to lovers

a/n: wayv's comeback is amazing, i can't stop listening to phantom and good life!! plus i keep seeing that announcement saying lucas will come back with superm bUT i don't want to believe until i see him back fr. just in case, i don't want my heart broken 😭 pd: this probably has a lot of mistakes but enjoy

kun

he's definitely the most mature among the neos and he's devoted to his job, so he really liked your diligence. when he met you, he was just grateful to find someone with a similar mindset to his. then, he would start noticing the care you put on your work and things you liked to do. he found himself just admiring you while you were focused doing something, finding the way you bit the tip of your tongue adorable. and when you two cooked together for the first time? oh god, kun was head over hills for you just because you were cleaning the counter right away whenever you spilled something.

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ten

i feel like ten prefers expressing his feelings through any art form than words, so he loved your sensibility when it came to understanding his art. like, he could draw anything, show you and you would tell him how it made you feel or directly ask him why he was feeling that way. even by seeing him dance you could guess his mood and that made him feel so loved and cared for. the day he confessed to you, he drew two figures, which looked a little bit too much like the both of you, hugging each other in really warm colors. you just looked at him with a wide smile and hugged him tightly; there was no need of words between you.

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winwin

he admires your creativity. the fact that you can come up with an incredible idea out of nowhere, especially when you have to solve a problem is something really attractive for him. he doesn't even understand why, it just is. he's the calm type (most of the time) so he appreciated the effort you put on thinking new ways to have fun together without having to go to loud, crowded places. he sometimes felt like he had to impress you as much as you impressed him(? so he usually bought you flowers or took you to the beach during winter. however, you seemed to never run out of ideas and that made him fall deep in love with you.

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lucas

i think he has a thing for cute things. he definitely loves your tenderness. whenever you, knowingly or not, act cute he's dying on the inside: he wants to hug you, kiss you and take care of you forever. even when you're angry he thinks you're the most precious person he has ever seen, he's just a big happy puppy who wants to protect everyone (especially you). he also likes your mature, serious side of course, and he adores how you know how to act in every situation. but seeing you pout or ask him for something with big puppy eyes is just... on another level for him.

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xiaojun

he loves your loyalty. he really appreciates that he can relay on you for everything and anything, you've always been by your side and he trusts you to infinity and beyond. he's so comfortable around you that he feels he can talk about anything, even the weirdest themes expect text messages talking about his bathroom time. he especially likes your deep talks at 3am, when he can be vulnerable and small. slowly, he found himself falling for you. he also love that you get along with bella so well tho.

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hendery

hendery takes care of everyone silently. he likes making people feel loved and appreciated, so when you made him feel that way, oh boy, he was gone. he's aware that he has "more than friends" kind of feelings for you but he accepts it and goes with the flow. he'll never confess unless you do it first tho. when you cheer for him or compliment him, he may blush and tell you to kindly shut up but he's enjoying every second of it. pretty much like ten, there's no need for words, he just vibes with you and even if you stay as friends forever he loves you and makes it clear every chance he gets.

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yangyang

yangyang and you have been friends for a while now and at this point of your friendship he can't imagine a life without you, so as weird as it may sound he fell in love with your presence. he loves knowing that you will always be there for him and he gets all happy and giggly when you're around cause he really enjoys spending time together, even if each one is doing their own thing. he likes having you near when he's playing computer games (he'd love to have you on his lap but you'll never hear that from him). yangyang would probably tell you how he feels at a sleepover after spending the whole day with you and he would so nervous i'm gonna cry.

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[ilichillz]

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[oceanlix]

Day 5: Xiaojun

Pairing: Xiaojun x female reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 4465

Warnings: Panty stealing, panty sniffing, perv!Xiaojun, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation (male), handjob, slight voyeurism, breast play, nipple play, slight spanking, slight degradation, fingering, begging, blowjob, hair pulling, praise, unprotected sex

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Dejun should feel guilty. Should is the keyword here, because he absolutely does not feel that way. You’re his friend and he should respect you more than to be stealing your used panties out of your laundry basket. But they’re right there, the opportunity presenting itself to him when the microwave announces the popcorn for movie night is done. The moment you spring up and out of your room to go grab it, his eyes drift over to the pile, trying to decide which pair he wants.

He’s not exactly sure when it started, but sometime recently he’s been seeing you in a different light. Your curves always seem to catch his eye these days, forcing him to wish away so many inappropriate boners whenever you spend time together. And when you sit on his lap during car rides with too many of your other friends, or rub up against him while dancing at the club. Frankly, you’re driving him crazy.

But Dejun doesn’t wanna push the boundaries of your friendship. He likes having you around and doesn’t want to fuck that up just to get his dick wet once or twice. So he’s tried to forget about you, meeting other girls from Tinder to try and satisfy his urges. It never works though, because they simply aren’t you. He often finds himself wishing it was you moaning beneath him, or riding him, or eagerly sucking his cock.

Today might be his limit, he finds, as he gets up and walks over to your laundry basket. You won’t miss a single pair of panties; he knows this for a fact, since you’ve frequently complained to him about the amount you’ve had to buy. He briefly wonders if any other guy you’ve slept with has stolen a pair or two before he got the idea, but quickly shuts that down. You’re only getting popcorn and he needs to hurry up before you come back.

Dejun roots around for a few seconds, passing over a few pink and white pairs. They’re not very exciting aside from a little bow on the front. Then his eyes land on a pair of lace navy blue ones, which he immediately fishes out and shoves into his jeans. He hears your footsteps in the hall and rushes back to the bed, rearranging himself just as you walk through the open door.

“Did you need something to drink before we start?” you ask, totally oblivious to the fact that he now has a pair of your underwear burning a hole in his pocket. Dejun’s cock twitches at the thought, a smirk appearing on his face. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you whip out two bottles of beer from behind your back with a giggle. “I thought you might.”

You set the popcorn bag down on the bed and climb right over his lap to get to the other side, his eyes landing right on your ass. He fights down the urge to smack it with an open palm, shifting in his spot. Sometimes he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because why not cross the bed further down and avoid the chances of spilling the popcorn? But you smile innocently as you grab the popcorn bag, and he shakes the thought from his mind.

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The movie plays through without much else happening. You cuddle up a little too closely during some parts, throwing your legs into Dejun’s lap more than once. He half hopes you don’t feel his boner pressing against your thigh, but the other half hopes you do, maybe eventually turning and sliding your hand over top of his clothed dick. Unfortunately you don’t, leaving him uncomfortable in his jeans for at least the final hour.

You stretch your limbs out after turning off the screen, moaning softly as your joints crack and give you relief. Dejun tries to ignore you, gathering up the empty beer bottles you both consumed and walking to the kitchen. He can’t wait to get home and look at his prize - your stolen panties - but he can’t just rush out of here or you’ll know something’s up.

He’s in the process of rinsing the third bottle out when you wander into the kitchen, coming up behind him and slinging your arms around his waist. This isn’t new; you always get a bit clingy after drinking. But his cock is still half hard in his jeans, and now it’s trapped between your soft curves and the kitchen cabinets.

“You should stay over,” you whine cutely, rubbing your face against his back. God, does he want to. He imagines pulling you into his lap, kissing your pouty lips as he strips you of your pajamas. He wants to feel your ass in his hands, to suck on your nipples and bury his cock into your sweet, fluttering hole. His thoughts almost carry him away, that is until you poke his side abruptly with your fingers. “Well?” you ask.

He looks down at you, setting aside the beer bottle he was rinsing out for you. You look so cute, face slightly flushed and eyes glossy from the alcohol. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re intoxicated and while he may be a pervert, he’s at least better than that. Besides, he wants to make you look like that purely on his own effort. So he shakes his head, gently peeling you off of him.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he teases you, turning back to rinse the rest of the bottles out. “I’ve got work early tomorrow, so I have to go home.”

You pout a bit more while he finishes up, but you don’t touch him again. It’s a good thing, because he might cave in otherwise. You watch him as he collects the rinsed bottles and heads towards the front door, slipping on his shoes. “I’ll see you next week,” he grins, ruffling your hair slightly. It makes you huff, but it’s about all he can do without risking a boner popping back up.

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You swear you wore your navy blue panties last week, but here you are a few hours before date night, unable to find them anywhere in your laundry basket. You feel insane, wondering if your washer had really eaten another favorite pair of yours. It’s not like you ended up at a friend’s house after drinking too much either - ah, that’s right, you did go to Dejun’s recently. You grab your phone and text him as a last resort.

> Weird question, did I accidentally leave a pair of navy blue panties at your apartment last week?

You flop down on your bed. It’s kinda stupid to be asking now, it’s not like you can wear them if he finds them. They’re most likely still dirty; he’s not exactly the type to just throw your forgotten laundry in with his. Well, maybe if he answers fast enough you can do a quick load.

Meanwhile, Dejun feels his heart racing. He’s actually forgotten all about taking your panties last week, having come home and collapsed as soon as he got in the door. He finds the jeans he wore to your house and fishes them out of the front pocket, sucking in a deep breath when he sees them.

It’s fortunate that you’d been at his house last week too, providing a perfect excuse for his possession of them. Of course he had to pick one of your favorite pairs; that was just his luck.

> Yeah, they’re here in the bathroom. You should stop stripping when you’re drunk, babe. There’s some real weirdos out there!

He snickers to himself as he sends the message, holding up your panties in his hand. He takes all of two seconds to consider it before holding them up to his nose, taking a big whiff. Your scent washes over him immediately, cock springing to life. He abandons his phone on the bathroom counter and heads to his room, feeling the immediate need to rub one out.

Of course, in his eagerness, he misses your next text.

> Oh thank god, I’ll swing by and pick them up in a bit!

Dejun throws himself on his bed, hurriedly pushing his sweatpants down. They only make it to his knees before he’s wrapping your panties around his cock, groaning softly. The lace feels nice against his skin as he strokes up and down, precum dripping from his tip and staining the used fabric. His mind is in a frenzy, wondering what it’d be like to see his fluids on your pussy. Would you moan and try to hide your face from him in embarrassment? Or would you use your fingers to spread your lips wider, letting it dribble down your puffy folds? Dejun thinks he might go insane either way, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming right away.

He edges himself for a while, alternating between frantic tugs on his cock and slow drags, further soiling your underwear with his fluids as he groans and thrusts into the air. He’s not sure how he’s going to act normal around you after doing this, not when he’s going to spend every second imagining you underneath him.

He’s so lost in thought about what your fucked out face would look like that he misses the knock at his door, followed by the turning of the lock as you enter his apartment.

Dejun gave you a key to his place for safety a long time ago, so you don’t think anything of it when you kick off your shoes at the door and start wandering around. The apartment is quiet, so you guess maybe he’s sleeping, heading right for the bathroom where he told you your underwear was found.

You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a low moan cut through the hallway, your eyes widening slightly.

“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, placing a hand on the wall. You shouldn’t eavesdrop, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of your friend in that way. In fact, you’d sort of been dropping hints for months that you saw him as potentially being more than that.

Every time you went out, you made sure to dance on him for at least a few songs. You always wore your skimpiest pajamas when he came over for movie nights, hoping that one day he would just grab you and kiss the life out of you. Even sitting on his lap in crowded car rides or diner visits. Nothing ever seemed to work in your favor though.

But he doesn’t know you’re here, or he would’ve answered the door when you first knocked. His grunts flow from the bedroom rhythmically; there’s no way he isn’t jerking himself off right now. You walk closer to his door as quietly as you can, hoping the door is open at least a little bit. But even the sounds alone are a joy to hear.

You step around the corner, smiling as you see he left the door completely open. You should feel guilty and weird for spying on your friend like this, but he’s just so hot. There’s no harm if he never finds out, you reason with yourself.

However, you aren’t prepared for the sight that greets you as you get closer. Dejun’s certainly jerking off, but he’s got the navy blue panties you’ve been looking for in his hand too. He’s got your panties. Wrapped around his cock. Your mouth waters at the realization.

“Never would’ve pegged you for a total perv,” you drawl, stepping into the room. His eyes snap open in shock, then embarrassment as he tries to hide your underwear. It leaves his cock exposed, precum dribbling from the head.

“Shit, it’s not what it looks like-“ he starts, but you hold up your hand, still approaching the bed. You sit down beside him and slap a hand down on his thigh, squeezing gently. His cock twitches and more fluid leaks out, making you lick your lips.

“Kinda late for that,” you snicker, looking up at his face. He looks so cute when he’s panicking, but you decide to put him out of his misery. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me, it’s not like I don’t want the same thing.”

His nostrils flare a few times before he leans forward and grabs your jaw, kissing you sloppily. You sort of fall into his lap, carefully avoiding his cock as you adjust your position.

“Never thought I’d have a chance,” he groans into your mouth, hands sliding up under your tank top. You’d rushed over here without a bra, as he soon discovers when he cups your bare breasts. “Oh my god, your tits are perfect.”

You giggle, picking up the discarded panties and examining them. “Lace, huh?” you muse, thumbing at the wet spots on the fabric. You grin and wrap the panties around his cock again, stroking experimentally. His breath stutters and he pauses to look down, the sight of your small hand around his dick making his brain fizzle out.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls, squeezing your breasts in his hands. Now it’s your turn to moan, head falling forward. “Oh, keep doing that, sweetheart.”

He pushes your shirt up so he can actually see your bare tits, thumbs circling around the areolas. You push your chest into his hands, sighing as you continue to work his cock with the panties. Dejun thinks he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast at this rate, but he can’t bring himself to stop. His fantasies are all coming true right now, and he just wants to take it all in as it happens.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he rasps, rolling a nipple between his fingertips. You mewl, thumbing at the head of his cock and spreading the precum around. “God, you’ve been taunting me for months-“

“You noticed?” you interrupt, eyes snapping open. You smirk, squeezing the shaft a little and making him groan. “I was starting to wonder if you were really that oblivious.”

His mind reels with the admission that you’d been trying to get his attention. He could’ve had you sooner? The thought drives him crazy, so he grabs your waist and rolls you underneath him, caging you in with his arms.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, sliding a hand down your stomach. He pauses for a second at the waistband of your leggings, glancing up for reassurance. When you nod, he peels them down, groaning as he realizes you didn’t wear underwear over here either. “Look at you, soaking the bed already.”

You let him roll you onto your stomach, enjoying the way he manhandles you like it’s nothing. You’ve dreamed about it for months, and now it’s finally happening. You let out a yelp when he smacks your ass suddenly, watching it jiggle.

“Bad girl, keeping this a secret from me,” he continues, cupping your pussy from behind. You groan, trying to shift yourself around for some relief, but he smacks your ass again in warning. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?”

You shake your head, tears filling your eyes as you get more frustrated. Dejun grabs your hips and pulls you up onto all fours, teasing his fingers over your wet folds. The pressure isn’t enough, but you’d rather that than having him pull away, so you breathe shakily and let him do whatever he wants to you.

“Can’t believe you’d deny yourself of what you really want,” he murmurs, leaning over your back. You’re reminded that he’s still mostly clothed, the fabric of his t-shirt brushing against your skin.

“Please,” you whine, “I wanna touch you too!” He pauses, sighing before pushing you onto your back again. You catch yourself just in time to watch him peel off his shirt, mouth watering as you rake your eyes down his form.

Dejun takes your hands and puts them on his chest with a smirk. ”Go ahead, baby. Touch me,” he teases you, dragging one down to his cock. He wraps your smaller hand around the shaft and groans, guiding you slowly.

Something’s so hot about the way he controls your hand, your pussy throbbing as he makes you jerk him off. You feel the urge to have his cock in your mouth, so you look up with pleading eyes.

“Put it in my mouth,” you beg, and Dejun thinks you’re going to kill him tonight if you keep acting like this. The girl of his dreams wants to suck him off? Say less, honestly.

He lets go of your hand and stands up, kicking off his sweatpants the rest of the way. His cock is heavy in his hand as he holds it, motioning you over to the edge of the bed. You crawl over and lay down right underneath him, giggling when he pokes his tip at your lips.

You open your mouth for him and he slides his dick inside easily, groaning at the hotness of your mouth. He can’t help but thrust just a little further, enjoying the way your throat rapidly constricts around him. He’s got to be the luckiest guy in the world, getting to see you like this.

“Fuck, you’re so hot!” he moans, as you grip his thighs and take him deeper into your throat again and again. Your breasts jiggle as you suck him off, the sight driving him crazy. He doesn’t even care that he’s about to cum, instead wondering if you’ll let him cum down your throat or on your tits.

“Where do you want me?” he asks, squeezing the base of his dick as he pulls it out from your mouth. You smirk, opening your mouth wide for him. Dejun’s brain fizzles out entirely as he buries his dick in your throat with a groan, hand cupping your jaw carefully as he holds you there. “Fuck,” he mutters, letting his load go.

It feels like he cums for ages, his hot seed filling your mouth over and over. Eventually you can’t swallow any more, the white fluid dribbling out of your mouth as you push him away. Dejun kneels on the bed next to you, admiring your glossy eyes.

“That was amazing,” he says, brushing your hair off your face. You look at him quickly, a mischievous smile on your lips.

“We’re not done here yet,” you purr, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows. You climb on top of him, your wet pussy leaking onto his abdomen as you run your fingers over his chest.

Dejun thinks he’s going to pass out. He watches as your hands roam his body, already feeling his dick coming back to life with each and every touch of your small hands. He can’t wait to fuck you, to feel that sweet cunt wrapped around him tightly.

“So,” you start, humming to yourself as you wrap your hand around his half hard dick. “Did it turn you on that much to steal my panties?” You look at him with a grin, rubbing your fingers over the head and watching it dribble pathetically.

“So much,” he groans, head falling back against the pillows. “You didn’t even know they were gone, but I had them wrapped around my dick. So, so, so many times, too.” Dejun lifts his head suddenly and smirks. “Just imagining it was that cute little pussy of yours drove me crazy, you know?”

You can’t help but moan a little at his shamelessness. The thought of your friend jerking himself off repeatedly with your underwear shouldn’t be so appealing, but maybe you’re a little more twisted than you realize. Either way, it makes you stroke his cock faster, eager to finally get him inside of you.

“Come here,” Dejun says, motioning you to get closer. You lean forward, a bit surprised when he pulls you in for a deep kiss. Even through your horny brain, you can tell it’s not just an in the moment thing.

“Before we take this any further, you do know that I like you, right?” Dejun looks at you sincerely and brings your free hand over his heart, your heart fluttering in your chest a bit. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t sure.”

You melt just a little bit, leaning down to kiss him again. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Dejun. And I don’t just mean your cock, though I’d really like it inside of me soon.”

He grins, grabbing your hips and rolling you underneath him. “Good thing you don’t have to wait anymore, baby girl,” he coos, spreading your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, lapping at your juices with his tongue. Honestly, he wants to make you cum on his face first, but you’re pulling on his hair so tightly that he guesses you want his cock just a little bit more right now.

“We can do that later,” you tell him when he looks up at you, reaching down to spread your lips apart. Your pussy looks so inviting, Dejun’s mouth watering as he strokes his cock. “I need you inside of me.”

It doesn’t take but a few more strokes for him to be ready, gently teasing you with the head as he rubs it up and down your folds. You groan and tug at your nipples in frustration, making him chuckle as he grips your jaw and forces you to look at him.

“You’re so cute and needy,” Dejun teases, eyes trailing down your body slowly. It’s still a dream that you’re under him like this, so he wants to commit everything to memory in case you later change your mind. He doesn’t think you will though, not with the way you’re looking back at him right now.

“Can you fuck me already?” you say abruptly, making him snort. That’s the girl he knows and loves, always to the point. He rolls his eyes at you and slides his cock inside, enjoying the way your eyes roll back in your head from the feeling.

“Good enough for you?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of your lips, so soft and pliant against his own. Dejun knows this version of you won’t last long, so he takes full advantage of it while he can, running his hands gently up and down your sides.

All you can really do is squirm and moan underneath him, desperate to get any kind of friction. But Dejun holds you still, kissing you over and over. His lips trail down your neck, smiling to himself when he feels you gasp suddenly. He loves having this effect on you.

“Please,” you whisper in frustration. He’s nipping at your chest now, but you slide a hand through his hair and force him to look up at you. “Move,” you practically beg.

Dejun wants to drag it out a little longer, but when you ask him like that, he can’t really resist. Plus, his cock is throbbing inside of you, his release just around the corner. With a grin, he adjusts your leg over his shoulder and looks into your eyes.

“Are you ready, pretty girl?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer to start moving. The first stroke is so deep you’re throwing your head back into the pillows, unable to hold back your moan. You can feel his cock slide against your walls, hot and hard.

“Fuck,” you curse, arching your back.

Dejun chuckles, kissing the inside of your knee. “I thought that’s what I was doing,” he teases you. The pace he sets is quick, chasing both his high and yours. You dig your nails into his back and cry out with every thrust, your pussy fluttering around his cock.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm coming on, but you don’t really care at this point. You put your mouth next to Dejun’s ear and whisper that you’re close, smirking as you feel his hips falter a little. It feels good to once again have the upper hand in this situation, even if only for a second.

Dejun lets your leg drop from his shoulder, positioning it around his hip instead. He’s fucking you like the world is ending, powerful thrusts sending you further up the bed with each passing second. You reach down to play with your breasts, forcing a groan from his mouth as he becomes entranced by the sight.

“Where should I cum?” he asks you for the second time that night, brushing stray hair out of your face. You grin and squeeze your breasts together invitingly, and that nearly sends him over the edge right then and there. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.

He reaches between your bodies and rubs quick circles on your clit, which has you cumming around his cock in record time. You wrap your arms around Dejun’s neck and hold him close to you as you ride out your orgasm, your body shaking slightly with every aftershock.

When you’re done and slumped against the pillows, he pulls out of you with a hiss and kneels over your spent body, quickly jerking his cock over your heaving chest. You look up at him with glossy eyes and it sends him right over the edge, white ropes of cum splattering all over your warm, damp skin.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, collapsing next to you. You’re about to agree, but Dejun cups your cheek and gives you the softest kiss, melting all thoughts from your brain entirely. “That was amazing,” he adds as he pulls away.

You don’t know what to say now that it’s all over, your eyes fixed on a random spot on the bed. You know you should clean up and go to the bathroom, but you still need time to process the fact that you just fucked your best friend.

“Hey, you know I wasn’t lying, right?” You turn your head at Dejun’s voice, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “I really, really, really like you. And not just for your pretty underwear.”

You snort out a laugh, smacking his chest. “Oh my god, please. And yes, I believed you the first time. I just…need to let all of this sink in.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, sliding a hand down your side until he’s gripping your ass. “Sink in? Maybe I should sink into something, too.”

You hit him again, a little harder than before. “Shut up, perv,” you groan, burying your face in his chest at the implication. But you can’t help the arousal that pools in your gut, already thinking of round two.

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Summary: Xiaojun really wants to watch you get fucked by your best friend. Pairing: Xiaojun x fem!reader x Hendery Tropes: established relationship au Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: language Smut Warnings: light bondage with a belt, cuckholding, brief manhandling, fingering, dirty talk, protected sex, hair pulling, untouched male orgasm Word Count: 1,597 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Fxxk You by KARD

“You’re sure you want this, Junnie?” You ask for the millionth time.

Xiaojun nods, “I want this. I know you and Hendery both do, too.” 

You nod and kiss your husband deeply, “I love you.”

“I love you too, beautiful.” He smiles into the kiss.

When you mentioned finding your husband’s best friend hot offhandedly, you wanted nothing more than to let the ground swallow you. Then Xiaojun said he also found his friend attractive. That was a curve ball you hadn’t expected. What you couldn’t have anticipated was the suggestion that he came up with a moment later. Not only did your husband say he also found his friend hot, he also said he’d love to see his friend fuck you stupid. Your sex life with Xiaojun is more than enough. Still, the idea of being fucked by Hendery was appealing. 

You and Xiaojun had a long talk about the logistics of it all before formally asking your friend to join you in the bedroom. When Xiaojun asked his best friend if he found you attractive, the other man looked like a deer caught in headlights. A light laugh escaping your lips seemed to ease the atmosphere. Hendery carefully nodded and said he found both of you attractive. Not only that, he also admitted that you were any bisexual person’s wet dream together. 

Presently, you’re wrapped up in a silk robe that barely stops at your mid-thigh. Xiaojun is more dressed than you, not dressed up, but more covered. When a knock sounds on your front door, you watch how a sparkle shines in Xiaojun’s eyes. He’s just as excited to be nothing but a voyeur to you and his best friend as you are to fuck him. You remove yourself from your husband’s arms and waltz to the door. Pulling it open, you see Hendery wearing a comfy hoodie and sweatpants on the other side. The outfit mirrors that of your husband’s. 

“Look at you, wrapped up like a pretty present.” Hendery muses.

You look away, slightly flustered by his comment, “Well, I have to look pretty before you fuck me.”

“And we’re all still game for this?” 

The question is directed at your husband. You look back at Xiaojun and see a slight smirk dance across his face. Hendery, knowing his best friend, nods and wastes no time pulling you into a heated kiss. You make a small, surprised noise but quickly kiss him back. Hendery wraps his arms tightly around your waist. He walks forward, making you stumble backward a bit. Your eyes are closed. You don’t know where your husband is in the room, but you’re likely stumbling into the bedroom based on your orientation. The sound of a doorknob turning and the feeling of the back of your legs against your duvet only confirms your theory. You fall back on the mattress, and Hendery’s frame hovers over you as you continue to kiss.

For the first time since Hendery arrived, you get to come up for a proper breath. You watch as Hendery pushes himself off of you and stalks over to where your husband shifts in his spot. His sweatpants do nothing to hide his boner. 

“Can you sit nice and watch me fuck your wife, or do I need to tie you up?”

You hear Xiaojun’s breath falter. 

“I think I’ll need to be tied up.”

“Need to or want to?” The other man chuckles, pushing a finger against the underside of his jaw.

“Want to.” You hear your husband breathe out.

Hendery hums and grabs one of Xiaojun’s belts that was lying out. He guides your husband to strip all of his clothing off his body and kneel on the floor at the foot of your bed. Hendery carefully and safely binds Xiaojun’s wrists together in front of him. After ensuring that the other man isn’t in pain or too tightly bound, your friend returns to you. He grabs you by your waist and manhandles you onto your elbows and knees, your face mere inches from Xiaojun. It takes everything in you not to lean forward and capture your husband’s lips in another kiss. 

“Where do you keep the condoms?”

“Dresser, top drawer.” You state simply.

Your eyes stay trained on Xiaojun’s even as you hear Hendery rooting through the drawer to find condoms. You feel the bed dip behind you, followed by the feeling of Hendery’s fingers running through your soaked folds. You still have your robe around you, but the fact that he can’t even be bothered to remove the one clothing item you have on makes you feel even more used in the best way possible.

Hendery pushes two fingers into you. Your eyebrows furrow together as you let out a moan. You still keep your eyes on Xiaojun as your friend fingers you. Hendery fucks his fingers into you for a bit, making you leak more arousal with each motion. You knew the entire encounter would be hot. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this, though.

“Do you even fuck your wife properly, Junnie?” Hendery questions, “She’s nearly falling apart on just my fingers.”

Xiaojun doesn’t respond. You can’t find it in yourself, either. Dropping your head forward, you let out another string of moans. You push your hips back, chasing the feeling of his long fingers inside you. Just as you feel your orgasm start to build, Hendery pulls his fingers from inside you. The bed shifts behind you, and you can hear the faint sound of fabric falling onto the bed. The telltale sign of foil ripping follows not long after. You gasp, feeling the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. 

“Want me to fuck you?” He breathes out, rubbing his cock head around your entrance.

“‘Dery, please!” You whine, wiggling your hips against him.

Xiaojun lets out a small whimper, making Hendery smirk behind you.

“Your wife wants me to fuck her, ‘Jun.” He reiterates, “Your wife wants to get fucked by another man.”

“She wants it.” Xiaojun confirms, “Give her what she wants.”

Hendery pushes into you. A broken moan escapes your lips. Your head falls forward onto the bed fully. Hendery reaches forward and unties the bow from around your waist. He then lets his hand travel higher and grab a handful of your hair. He pulls your head back, giving Xiaojun the perfect view of your fucked out expression and your tits bouncing as Hendery thrusts into you. 

Your eyes travel down Xiaojun’s body. His cock is painfully hard and leaking. Still, he only watches with lust-fogged eyes as your friend fucks you stupid. A part of you could get used to having Hendery fuck you on the regular, even if you’re married to Xiaojun. Somewhere inside, you feel that Xiaojun and Hendery wouldn’t quite mind that either. 

“You’re so fucking tight around me.” Hendery growls, “Is Junnie even fucking you?”

“‘Dery!” You moan, “Fuck! I’m gonna–”

“Already?”

You do your best to nod with his hold on your hair, “Wanna cum!”

Hendery chuckles, releasing your hair, “Your poor husband looks so desperate in front of us.” He notes, “Why don’t you go on and kiss him?”

Xiaojun’s eyes sparkly at the notion of finally getting some sort of attention. You crane your neck forward, a moan escaping as Hendery pushes a punctuated thrust into you. Xiaojun leans up to meet your lips. The moment you feel his plush, soft lips against yours, your orgasm hits you. Your pussy convulses around Hendery’s cock. Xiaojun quickly and easily swallows your moans. While Xiaojun isn’t getting any physical stimulation on his cock, he moans back into the kiss. Hendery is spewing filthy words into the room as he continues to thrust into you at a brutal pace. Xiaojun lets out a particularly loud, broken moan. You pull your lips from him for a moment to see that he came completely untouched. His cum paints his belly and wrists. The leather of the belt has cum on it too. The sight of Xiaojun riding out an orgasm without being touched almost sends you into a second orgasm.

Just as you’re about to dive into another kiss with your husband, Hendery retakes a handful of your hair and drags your body up against his. He turns your head towards his and captures your lips in a kiss. Your robe is completely open, and now Xiaojun has a relatively close view of how Hendery’s cock thrusts into you. Overstimulation starts to nip at you in a slightly painful way. You whimper into the kiss with Hendery, lightly biting his lip. Then, you feel Hendery still inside you. A low groan comes from his lips as he fills the condom. 

He releases your body, and you nearly collapse against your bed. Weakly, you reach forward and undo the belt around Xiaojun’s wrists. Hendery busies himself with knotting off and throwing away the condom before returning to help you out of your robe fully. You’re enthralled in a deep kiss with your husband as Hendery removes the silk from your body. You hardly notice the slight throbbing in your pussy as Xiaojun starts to climb up the bed and on top of you. He still has his cum on his lower belly as he presses his body to yours, but you couldn't care less about the sensation right now.

“You have another round in you, my love?” He mumbles against your lips, “I need to show our guest here that I know damn well how to take care of my wife in bed.”

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Off Script: Part 2

banner by @yujaemna

Link to Part 1

​Pairing: The Legion!Xiaojun x Yan!Survivor!Female Reader

AU: Dead by Daylight

Genre: smut, horror

Wordcount: 13.6K

Content: graphic violence and death (xiaojun is a killer in this so), reader is turned on by violence, sadomasochism on both sides, knife play, body worship, praise, dirty talk, sweet talk, petnames (sweetheart, baby, my dear), oral (female receiving), fingering (female receiving), dom!Xiaojun sub!reader but the powerplay fades towards the end, unprotected sex, scratching (male receiving), biting (female receiving), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, missionary, aftercare ofc, yandere content (including stalking, obsession, and possessiveness)

Taglist: @mint-yooxgi, @mrkis, @hall0ween-twn, @i0799s, @jenoslutie, @yujaemna

Absence makes for an obsessive heart. 

Five trials have passed since you’ve last seen Xiaojun. Five fucking trials, of being chased around various locations, all by killers that aren’t him. Though the endless night makes it impossible to gauge the duration of those trials, you just know that it’s been far too long for your liking. The irritable itch of impatience festers beneath your skin as you awaken in yet another expanse of tall, dead grass. You squint against the blaring flash of red and blue that marks police cars in the distance, though the sirens are completely silent. Perhaps they have been frozen in time, caught in that stretch of silence between the sirens’ blare, like the tension of the chest before an exhale. You don’t know, and you don’t care, because there’s no guarantee that you’ll see him this round. 

You wander through Lampkin Lane in search of generators. You told the others that splitting up would be safer, and covering more ground would help open the exits faster, or lead to the discovery of the hatch hidden on the map. In truth, you can’t even bear to be near anyone that isn’t him. The race for survival doesn’t matter if you aren’t running alongside him. 

You meander from building to building to find those red engines you need to power, letting your mind wander as you pass through the monotonous arena. The houses are all the same. The layout of every dwelling on the street is almost identical, with the rooms arranged in similar layouts. From the dark layers of tile on the roofs, to the porches that show the beginning signs of decay, it’s all the same. The only variation to be found is in each house’s choice of dull pastel paint color outside and peeling wallpaper within. The boundaries of each property are marked with the same dark hedges and the same chipping white picket fences. This terrain is far too monotonous to be enjoyable, merging together in a uniform blur as you pass through, which makes it easy for you to let your mind drift to thoughts of Xiaojun.

How you wish it was him following you through this map. How you wish to feel that zip of excitement rush through you and leave goosebumps in its wake. You yearn for him in every way. Your body yearns to feel his hands once more, touching and caressing every part of you. You yearn to feel his lips against yours and on all of your sensitive spots. There’s still so many he has yet to discover. You yearn to feel him deep inside of you, joined as one in the most intimate of ways as he thrusts deeper than anyone has before. You yearn to feel the warmth of his release spilling inside you as if claiming you with his seed. Just the thought has your eyes sliding shut as you ruminate. 

Now that he knows your name, you want to hear him say it over and over again, in carnal shouts of lust and in clandestine whispers of affection. You long to press kisses over the planes of his gorgeous face and witness him melt under your touch. You long to stare into his eyes and feel the intensity of his gaze in return. Even a glimpse of his mask would be a welcome sight.

Shrill screams bring your attention back to the arena. On instinct, you duck down and out of sight, hiding beneath the window in the house you sought refuge in. You count two distinct cries of anguish sounding off in quick succession, as if they’ve been struck one right after the other in a singular chase. Wait, you know that technique. You recognize that speed. Could it be him?

Your heart starts to pound audibly, getting louder by the second. The heaviness in your heart, the tangible rush of blood coursing through your veins, tells you that the killer is nearing. Your muscles tense, preparing to run and hide in the first direction your eyes lock onto. Your chest rises and falls more rapidly by the moment, and you carefully peek through the shadows to see if you can identify the killer. A smile lifts your lips as soon as you catch a glimpse of that smile crudely scrawled onto that oh so familiar white mask.

He’s here! Xiaojun is here!

Judging by the volume of your racing heart, he’s right outside the house you’re in, sneaking through the backyard. Glee bubbles to the surface in the form of warmth on your cheeks and a tingle in your hands. Finally, you get to see him again! Your mind already takes off, sprinting through a whirlwind of thoughts. Does he remember you? Of course he does. How could he forget? He did say that he’s yours after all, right? Should you let him know that you’re here? Should you hang back and let him find you? Would he come looking for you?

You decide to watch as he corners someone in the backyard right outside the window. A scoff has a rush of air puffing from your nose before you can stop it. This poor soul didn’t stand a chance, stupidly running right into some of the junk piled in the backyard and cornering themselves. You never would’ve made such a stupid mistake, and in the back of your mind, you hope he’s thinking about how you would’ve evaded him with ease. With a single swipe of his knife, your fellow mortal is knocked to the ground, blood splattering from the grizzly gash on their arm. You feel that match strike of arousal spark right up your spine, the sparks flaring right between your legs, as you watch him mount the poor human onto one of those dastardly hooks.

You barely pay any heed to the wriggling form of who’s supposed to be your companion. All you can focus on is the fact that Xiaojun is close enough to easily see you if you move, his attention only diverted to glide his blood-stained knife over his sleeve. Now’s your chance! Without thinking for another moment, you vault through the open window, leaping right toward the hook and hoisting your teammate off of it.

“Go, run!” You sharply whisper to them, and a moment later they’re scurrying off into the night. You see the killer pause at the sound of your voice, stunned, as if he can’t believe you’re actually here. A moment later he brandishes his knife, the blade reflecting the red and blue glare of the patrol car lights. Warmth blooms in your chest as your eyes meet, and you can feel him meet your gaze even through the holes poked in his mask. Then, with a sly smile, you take off through an opening in the hedges and right into the street, breaking through a barrier of yellow tape. The rush of air you hear behind you tells you he’s following right on your heels.

This new map gives you a new idea, and you wonder if he’s up for the challenge.

Dashing to the nearest house, you scale the gutter rail on the side, shimmying up to the roof. To your delight, you see him climbing the side of the building right behind you, finding footing in the ramshackle tiling on the wall. As soon as you hop onto the roof, he’s right behind you, and your heart races faster as you sprint towards the edge. 

You have two choices now; drop into the backyard and race across the ground, or jump across the grassy gap and onto then next roof. He’s following fast, hot on your heels, so close that your sleeve gets ripped by the slashing arch of his blade. Thinking fast, you leap across to the next roof, landing on your feet. To your elation, he follows right behind, and it takes everything in you not to swoon at the show of athleticism. 

The red and blue flashes below pass by in a blur as you hop from roof to roof. The tiles clatter noisily underfoot, some of the panels knocked out of place by your racing feet and sliding down the inclines. You make it to the end of the lane, with Xiaojun following close behind. He stays just a few paces back, just far enough to give you the advantage for now. But you know at any moment he can rush you with a burst of speed that’s unique to his technique, and that’s exactly what you want. You want to feel the sudden impact of him pressing against you, leaving you cornered in the blink of an eye, brought back to center with the cold press of his blade right against your heated skin. The thought of him finally catching you excites you more than anything, and it’s with this thought that you slip through the rooftop window on the house you just landed on, knowing that he’ll go where you lead him.

Your shoulder blades meet the wall in a sudden rush of speed as he presses you back against it, just hard enough to drive the point home that he’s won this game of chase. He only needs one hand by your head to cage you against the wallpaper, to halt you in your tracks and let him corral you. You bite back a moan at the cold press of his knife against your neck, the warmth of his body so enticingly close to yours, and the slick edge to his voice that cuts deeper than any blade, “Did you miss me?”

“Sure did. Took you long enough, by the way.” You breathe out with relieved elation, smiling at the sight of that white mask.

“I told you I’d see you again, sweetheart.” He slowly runs the edge of the blade along the high point of your neck, just barely grazing your jawline as he glides it along, “Still giving me a run for my money, I see.”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you eye the weapon, a soft giggle bubbling between your lips, “I can’t help it. It’s too much fun.”

“What do you say we have some fun of our own, hm? Make up for lost time?” He slyly suggests, his other hand sliding down the wall and onto your side.

“How about this?” You reach out and toy with the zipper of his hoodie as if you’re about to take it off, fiddling with the metal bit in your hand, “I bet there’s at least one person still alive in this arena. Take them out, make sure it’s just the two of us here, and then we can have some fun.”

The slight tremor in his voice portrays his interest, “Ooh, I like that. How long do I have?”

You furrow your brows, “What do you mean?”

“C’mon let’s make this interesting. Gimme a time limit.” He shifts his weight from foot to foot, practically shuddering with excitement.

“Ok uhm…” Thinking quickly, you decide the terms of this little wager, “You have three minutes to find and hook the last person, and I won’t give you any hints on where they might be.”

“I bet I can do it in two.” He cuts in, and you can hear the eager smile he’s surely wearing behind his mask.

“Then do it in two.” You nod in agreement, “And if you win, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.”

He leans in with a playful chuckle, “Whatever I want? You’re giving me a lot of power here, sweetheart.”

You stare right into the openings where his eyes are with an earnest gaze, “I trust you.”

The light playfulness fades ever so slightly as something a bit heavier fills the void. Even his knife, which was dangerously pressed against your most prominent vein, is now safely tucked in the seam where your jaw meets your neck. With his other hand he tightens his grasp on your waist, as if wordlessly telling you that you can indeed trust him. You’re quick to restore the lighthearted atmosphere with a flippant remark, “I mean, I definitely trust you more than the idiots I got stuck with this round.”

He scoffs, and even though you can’t see it, you can tell he must be rolling his eyes, “They were pathetic this time around. It’s not much of a game if they make it too easy.”

“Well then, go finish them off so we can have some real fun. Your time starts…” You lean in, so close you can almost feel the ceramic of his mask, “Now!”

With a burst of speed, he flies through the window, landing with a tuck and roll on the grass below. You follow along, hopping from rooftop to rooftop after him. From your vantage point you can see more of the map, noting the exit door that marks the end of Lampkin Lane and the gray fog that looms beyond the gate. You make yourself comfortable on the edge of the roof, watching for Xiaojun to make his final kill.

Lucky for him, the final person makes it easy. Limping towards the exit, a trail of their own blood stains the dark grass and leads Xiaojun right to them. The person desperately reaches out and grasps the lever beside the door, tapping their foot impatiently as the mechanism slowly activates.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, open!” You hear the emphatic murmur of this last person, watching them fidget as if their heart is about to leap out of their chest. You clutch the edge of the roof, leaning over as far as you can, eyes straining to search the shadows for Xiaojun. Your heart hammers in your chest, even faster than this last remaining soul, anticipation tensing your muscles as you lie in wait.

Their strained hope is short lived, for Xiaojun emerges from the darkness while their attention is on the switch. He follows the trail of blood slowly, closing in, knowing he has the person completely trapped. They know he’s right behind them, their heartbeat pounding loudly in their ears. You see them tremble helplessly, pressing down harder on the flipped switch, as if that will activate the door faster. You know from experience that their attempt is futile, which only makes their misplaced hope captivating to witness from afar. Xiaojun advances slowly on the soon to be victim, almost casually, letting dread pool viscously in the pit of their stomach. He knows they have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, which lets him compel cortisol seep almost painfully into their bloodstream. 

Xiaojun lies in wait, watching the progress of the door opening like awaiting the end of a countdown. You’re all but squirming in place as you wait for him to make a move, pulses of arousal emanating from between your legs.

Right before the door opens, Xiaojun cuts them down, rushing them before they have the chance to think. With their hand still clutched tightly to the switch, they scream in pain as they fall to the ground. Their fingers uncurl from around the switch as they’re forced to relent their grasp, only for the door to slide open a moment later. Watching the killer wield his blade with such precision, seeing him elicit such cries of agony, only enlivens your erotic want. You look on as he drags the helpless soul to the nearest hook, and in the next moment, the curved metal spears through muscle and bone with an audibly wet crunch. The person is silenced, and a moment later, the clawed essence of The Entity spears the body with shadowy talons and lifts them away, growling as it accepts the sacrifice. Xiaojun looks up in your general direction, and you wink at him before slipping into the house, knowing that he’ll follow.

To your surprise, instead of scaling the side of the house and climbing the roof, he enters through the front door. Brows furrowed curiously, you faintly make out the sound of running water from the kitchen sink downstairs. There must’ve been more blood than you could see from your vantage point. 

He doesn’t give you much time to ponder before he’s racing up the stairs, panting from the effort of sprinting for so long. He inquires excitedly as he catches his breath, “How long was that? Two minutes?”

“Just about.” You nod, and though you weren’t exactly timing, it felt like no time passed at all, so he must be right. You smile at the evident elation that emanates from him, “You seemed to have fun.”

“It’s nice to build up the fear a little bit, especially when there’s nowhere to run. Still, it’s not as fun as running after you.” He tells you as he steps closer, taking a step forward as you step back, letting you lead him further into the room.

“Is that so?” You hum, your smile widening at his words.

“It is. With you, the adrenaline rush is much more satisfying. I can always count on you for a real thrill.” He emphatically insists, sending a shiver down your spine. He eyes you up and down and notices how flustered you are, commenting with a soft chuckle, “And from the looks of it, you had fun too.”

“I really like watching you work.” You admit, not taking your eyes off his masked face for a moment.

“Is that so? And what do you like about it?” He mirrors your hum with a murmur of his own.

“It’s exhilarating, watching you work. It’s like watching a hunter pursue their prey.” You explain, and you realize that the way he advances towards you is not unlike what you just described, and your breath hitches as it dawns on you.

“Hmm, I should’ve known you’d be into that sort of thing. You’re just as kinky as ever.” He says, and you hope he felt the same tingle of titillation you just did.

“There’s a lot that I’m into, a lot that you’ll find out in due time.” You assure him, and your footsteps halt as your shoulder blades meet with the nearest surface, which happens to be the bedroom wall. He grasps your waist and pulls your hips towards him, and you welcome his advance, winding your arms around his neck. 

Pressed against the peeling wallpaper, your heart pounds as he steps closer and gruffly remarks, letting his teasing veneer dissipate, “I haven’t stopped thinking about you, about us.”

Though your reply is slight, your eyes shine with elation, “Really? I’ve taken over your mind that much?”

“I told you, I can’t get enough of you. Every spare second I got, I thought of you.” As he speaks, his hands trail down your sides, his touch languid with sensual intent, “I thought about how I can’t wait to feel this pretty mouth of yours again. I thought about being between your legs and tasting you again. I thought about making you come undone with my cock and just how fucking good you feel around me.”

“Sounds like you were just thinking about fucking me.” You huff out a laugh and playfully roll your eyes.

He halts and falls silent, head lifting as if affronted by your words. Before you have a chance to be concerned he steps more surely on his feet, the atmosphere instantly different.

“I was thinking about far more than that.” He tugs off his mask, and the sound of it falling to the ground is barely heard over the beating of your hearts. He leans in so close you can feel just how soft his silver hair is upon your skin, and you’re faced with the unbridled sincerity in his gaze, “You, are so much more than that.”

He cradles your face with a tenderness you didn’t think was possible for anyone to exhibit, and caresses your lips with his in the form of deep kisses. He forgoes the pet names for the moment, instead whispering your name softly against your lips between subtle sweeps of his tongue. He strokes the curve of your cheek in time with each kiss, the pad of his thumb running right over the epicenter of heat on the apples of your cheeks. 

Now it’s your turn to be surprised. This surge of such earnest affection is as overwhelming as it is unexpected, and you love every moment of it. Winding your arms tighter around his neck, you pull him closer, mirroring his kisses to show him you feel exactly the same way. He hums at this, and the sound is low and resonant enough to thrum through your mind. Your fingers sneak around to the edge of his hood and tug it off, running through his silken strands of frosted silver a moment later, and he hums indulgently at your soft touch.

He stops after some time and simply embraces you, letting you both have a moment’s reprieve from such breathless kisses, from such breathless chases. He whispers your name again with all the airy sweetness of cotton candy before his next words have you even more breathless, “Sweetheart, I’m obsessed with you. When I say I can’t get enough of you, I mean that in every way. You don’t know how much I longed just to have you in my arms again, just to be able to kiss you, just to hear your voice. I’m glad you had me kill everyone else first, because I want you all to myself.”

Your breath comes to a halt as you take in his words. All to himself. Obsessed with you. The prospect has you shivering with delight. He presses his forehead to yours and caresses your face, and you feel his impassioned appeal fan out over your lips, “You’ve made me yours. Now let me really make you mine.”

“Please, I want nothing more.” You nod emphatically, your heart beating so fast it all but takes flight in your chest. You’re already his, and the thought of him doing more to claim you as such has you reeling with excitement. With shuffling footsteps, he leads you over to the nearby bed and lays you down over the surface, quickly climbing into bed with you. 

With another sweet kiss upon your lips, he settles on top of you and starts trailing kisses down your neck. His kisses subtly sear your skin with the permanence of a tattoo, and you instantly melt onto the bed sheets. He whispers between kisses, inscribing his words onto your skin, “I’ve been craving you so bad it aches. Every moment away from you has been agony. Not a moment went by when we were apart where I didn’t think about claiming you as mine, over, and over, and over again.”

Fitting his hands to the curve of your waist, he continues, tucking his face into the curve of your neck, “No one else has made me feel as good as you do, and no one ever will. With you, I’ve never felt more alive.”

His teeth sink into your skin, the sharpness of his teeth imprinting intents of pain into your flesh. You sigh out a moan at this, leaning into the pain, leaning into him. You arch up against him, urging him to bite harder, to take more, to claim you completely. 

He continues to speak as he settles beside you, his words groaned out between bites and open mouthed kisses, “I want to give you everything I have, and everything that I am.” 

Heat sparks and flares beneath the surface of your skin until it envelops you with wanton need. Your fidgeting hands make their way to your hooded sweatshirt, unzipping the garment in one smooth motion and letting it part. You shimmy your jeans down just as quickly, and his lips remain on your neck all the while, his hand coming up to caress your thigh once the skin is exposed. He suckles softly on the spot he bit, while his arm drapes over your waist. One of his legs follows suit, draped over you and pulling you against him in one smooth motion. His kisses are so gentle as he traces the column of your throat, biting softly on the spots that make you sigh. He lays beside you, having the time of his life simply making you moan and enjoying his proximity to you. You can feel his cock getting impossibly harder against your leg, the turgid flesh prominent even through his jeans. His mouth soon trails down to the juncture where your neck meets your shoulder, fluttering kisses leaving a titillating trail that has you aching for more.

You giggle at the fluttering warmth of his kisses upon your neck, draping your arms over his shoulders as you reiterate, “You don’t have to be so gentle, y’know. I told you before, you can do whatever you want with me.”

“And I want to make you feel good. We don’t know how long we’ll be separated once you depart, and I want to enjoy you while I can.” He counters, and your breath simply leaves your lungs in one quick exhale at his words.

He had meant to hold off for a while longer, wanting you to relax into his soft touch and tender kisses first. But at your eagerness, he decides to propose how he really means to make you his, “Actually, I have an idea I think we both will enjoy.”

He reaches over and grabs his knife, and immediately you shiver in anticipation. He brandishes the blade by twirling it in his hand with casual ease. You see that the blade is completely clean, glinting stainless silver in the faint light of the bedside table. His eyes hold a similar glint as he inquires, “You said earlier that you trust me. Did you mean that? Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“Is this a yellow for slow down, red for stop situation?” You ask, keen interest edging your question.

“Only if you want it to be.” He says as he straddles you, legs settling into the bed on either side of your hips. His eagerness is evident, the knife twirling at an almost hypnotic pace in his hand, but he deliberately waits for your word before he proceeds. Staring at the blade, you ponder his offer.

He used his knife on you the last time, and earlier in the evening, but his hardened gaze tells you this will be more intense than a simple press to your neck. You watch the blade spin before your eyes, and your nerves come alive with the need to feel the sharp edge all over your body, to let him explore you in such a dangerous way. You see how expertly he wields the weapon and you long for him to use that skill on you. It suits him more than it has any right to, which only turns you on more. 

“Your eyes are doing an awful lot of talking, but I need your words, sweetheart.” He insists with a smirk, and he abruptly stops the motion of the blade by grasping onto the handle, “Do you trust me to use this on you?”

You nod, shuddering with excitement at the sight of the blade and emphatically agreeing, “I trust you baby, more than anyone.”

The smile he gives you in return mirrors the one drawn onto his mask, wide and crooked with mischievous delight.

“Just,” You pipe up, reaching out to grab onto his wrist, “Don’t pierce the skin, and don’t draw any blood.”

He takes in your request with a nod and softens for a moment. With a kiss to your forehead, he promises that, “I won’t. The only thing you’ll feel, my dear, is ecstasy.”

Your heart flutters at the new endearment, warmth spreading through your chest like a warm hearth. He notices the way you smile and kisses your cheek, “Do you like when I call you that?”

“I do.” You nod with a giddy grin, “I really do.”

The entire air shifts as a more dominant demeanor settles over him. The playfulness is still there, scrawled all across his face, though now it’s mixed with a deliberate intensity that hardens his features ever so slightly. When he speaks, his voice lowers to a smooth, velveteen timbre, and you outright swoon when the point of his blade lifts your chin to meet his gaze, “Then my dear it is. Yellow to slow down, red to stop, and green if I’m doing something you like. Do you understand?”

“I understand.” You’ve never nodded in agreement so quickly in your life, already feeling yourself slip into a more submissive mindset. With a breathless, giddy giggle, you quip, “Now make me yours.”

The tear of fabric reaches your ears, followed by the rush of cool air over your exposed skin. He bares your collarbones by cutting right through your shirt, carving the garment to reveal what lies beneath. He’s careful not to pierce the skin, but you can feel the quick drag and scratch of his blade over your skin as his movements start to become quicker, as his need for you starts to build. It’s the smooth edge, not the serrated side, that makes contact with your skin, and you notice his intent to merely graze your flesh with the blade as he cuts away your shirt. With one final slash, your shirt is fully torn and your chest is fully exposed to him. He’s quick to trace the knife over the sloping swell of your breasts, right along the skin your bra doesn’t cover. 

“Oh how I’ve missed the sight of you.” He all but growls, hungrily gazing down at you with a heated stare. You bask in the way his eyes beam down on you like a spotlight and voraciously rove over your body. His free hand comes up to touch you, following the cold trail left by his knife, fitting to the shape of your breast as he whispers reverently, “You’re easily the most gorgeous person I’ve ever laid eyes on.” 

“I hope you know the same goes for you.” You try to reciprocate the praise, but he brings a finger to your lips, gently halting your words.

He grins, sweetly in a way that makes the apples of his cheeks more prominent, though ravenous mischief is present even in his sweet smile. You’re enraptured by the sight all the same, hanging onto his every word as he murmurs, “I appreciate that, my dear. But right now, let me appreciate you. Let me indulge in this bit of heaven in this hellscape.” 

You’re astonished by how easily he wields dominant energy with such suave eloquence. It amazes you, how he sweeps you off your feet with such effortless ease, and you find yourself falling deeper into obsessed infatuation.

You don’t have a chance to be floored by his words before he impatiently cuts your bra right down the middle, wedging the blade beneath the center before tugging it apart at the seams. The garment parts, your breasts fully exposed to the open air, and it takes everything in him not to abandon his plan and just fondle your boobs. As gripped as he is with the urge to lave his tongue all over your breasts and suckle on your nipples, he restrains himself, willing himself to take his time appreciating the enticing sight. Though the excitement that palpitates within him is evident, the wandering stroke of his knife never falters, and his skilled hand remains steady. You notice this and comfortably relax into the bed, trusting him to keep his promise and ensure that you’re never truly harmed.

He runs the knife over your chest, meandering from the jut of your collarbones to the soft swell of your breasts. He circles the very tip of the knife around your nipple, watching you arch up against the coiling spiral of stimulation, and his lips part at the sight. He repeats the action on your other nipple, tongue slipping out as he sees you react the same way. He watches the motion of his silver dagger with rapt attention as he lightly traces your torso with it, as if perusing a work of art to see how each part fits together to form an absolute masterpiece. His brows furrow in concentration as he expends the effort to take in every detail of you, from your breasts, down to your midriff, down to the flare of your hips marked by the line of your panties. He’s especially fascinated by the way your waist gives way to your hips, and the seam where your hips give way to your thighs. He runs his knife over the sensitive skin of those spots, and watches as the action sends shudders fluttering through you. He thinks, as he diligently traces the contour of your body, that he wouldn’t be able to carve something so beautiful if he tried. You’ve exceeded even his wildest dreams, and your erotic reactions only have him more ensnared.

“So beautiful…” His words trail off, and he has to bring himself to center so he can check in with you, “What’s your color, my dear?”

“Green.” You nod, already yearning for more, “Keep going, please.”

Metallic brush strokes are etched along your skin as he admires you, and you subtly arch up into his metallic touch, feeling a distinct craving for more. As promised, he never breaks the skin, but you feel the pressure of the sharp blade amplify in intervals, as if testing just how much the flesh will give way beneath his blade. You shudder as the weapon makes its way above your hips once more, tickling your side with its piercing chill, sending cold sparks of titillation surging from the spot.

“You are truly exquisite.” He muses aloud, his voice taking on a faraway tone of awe. As the blade glides up your body once more, his other hand comes up to cradle your face, and he whispers his next words right in the middle upon your lips, “I mean that. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, my dear. I could stare at you forever, touch you endlessly, and still feel like I haven’t taken you in enough.” 

His knife stills for a moment at the base of your neck as he kisses you. Slowly, deeply, he pours all of his fondness into each kiss, taking your breath away in the process. The pointed press of his knife contrasts the soft caress of his hand against your face as he kisses you. You kiss him back, tilting your head to savor every bit of affection before he pulls back once more. Reverently, he mutters against your lips, his forehead resting against yours, “You’re a work of art, my dear, unlike anything the world has ever seen. A work of art that only I get to appreciate.” 

His flowery praise sweetens the sharp edge of pressure that just barely skirts the line of pain he presses into your skin, and it tantalizes you even more. You try your best not to squirm, for one move too sudden as the weapon will abrasively pierce your skin and draw blood. It’s the pensive stillness you have to maintain that makes this so thrilling for you, remaining still while your heart hammers away. You let him wield his blade as he pleases over your body while you lie beneath him, while you trust him to grant you pleasure in exchange for your pliance. To drive the point home, you let your hands rest above your head, a show of vulnerability that makes him visibly swoon.

With a cheeky grin, you invite him to, “Go ahead. Appreciate me to your heart’s content.”

He locks eyes with you, his gaze darkened with perverse lechery, and his next words come out as a moan against your lips, “With pleasure.”

You gasp sharply as the warmth of his mouth replaces the cold kiss of his knife, your breath hitching as you arch up against him. He retraces his steps over your torso with his weapon, only now, his mouth follows the invisible route that he draws. The edge of his blade acts as a graphite point that depicts your torso in its entirety, making an impression of your likeness with long, skilled strokes. He drags the blade across the top of your breast in a single sweeping motion, mirroring a single shade of an artists’ pencil. Your jaw drops this, a loud moan rising between the kiss-swollen pout of your lips, and his cock twitches at the sight of you succumbing to such a sensation. He repeats the action once, twice, three times more, until the skin grows tender beneath the sharp scrape. You all but cry out at this, pleasure pitching your voice and splintering the sound into shrill bits of sensual bliss. He can’t deny the rush of inflicting such pain and seeing you react with such delight, and the satisfaction makes his cock throb in the confines of his pants.

Moving the blade, he gently places a kiss right onto the tender patch of skin, right where your racing heart makes the skin quiver rhythmically. He feels your pulse against the swell of his lips, and it drives him wild with obsessive lust.

“What’s your color, my dear?” He kisses the spot once more, glancing up to gauge your reaction.

“Green, bright green.” You enthusiastically reply, an exuberant sense of joy overtaking you as you surrender to the sensations you feel. You slip further and further into a submissive headspace, and he guides you on your ascent into delirious ecstasy. It’s the way he calls you ‘my dear’ with such fervent ardor that keeps you tethered to this plane of reality.

The kisses and bites he leaves over the rest of your chest are less refined, emitting pure, warm passion that contrasts the frigid caress of his knife. As though shading a sketch, he fills in the portrait of you with heated sucks and sharp bites, coloring in the outline with marks and adding depth to the image. He revels in the fact that only he can suck and lick on your most sensitive spots, that you’re only allowing him to indulge in you so carnally, and that determination only sharpens his bites. He responds to your gasping moans for more, noting the spots he kisses that make your body jolt. He marks them with hickeys, both for reference, and to make you moan louder for him.

Your eyes slide shut as you sink into the euphoric ecstasy that overtakes you. The cold precision of his knife and the warm, unbridled passion you feel from every press of his mouth is a delectable contrast. A mess of lips and tongue and teeth follow every stroke of his knife, the blade remaining meticulously precise while the ministrations of his mouth grow more frantic. You moan unabashedly, not caring how loud or how lewd you sound. You know there’s no one in this entire arena but you and him, which gives you the freedom to sound as debauched as you feel. The rising pitch of your voice and the breathiness that takes over portrays the praise you can’t find the words to bestow upon him. 

You just can’t believe how good he’s making you feel, how perfectly he balances pleasure and pain to create a truly euphoric sense of ecstasy that surges through you in white hot flares. The ache of both become one within you and has your mind reeling with enraptured bliss. With his motions, he gives you that invigorating rush of excitement you so desperately craved, and right now, the adrenaline fueled arousal your feel is beyond anything you could’ve ever imagined. 

By now, you know you’re beyond soaked, your panties sticking to your folds as you take in everything he gives you. You can easily grab his hair and press his face in deeper, run your fingers through the silken strands of silver hair, but you refrain. You let him explore your body at his own pace, reveling in the pleasure and pain he grants you in return, loving the way he keeps you on edge. Besides, letting him exude power like this is beyond hot, especially as you take in the dark look of concentration that crosses his elegant face. You try to keep still so he doesn’t break the skin, truly you do, but the myriad of sensations makes you fidget. Your motions make his knife and sharp teeth press against your flesh more incessantly, the added pain only making you writhe and you love it. 

At long last, he moves down lower, making his way past your navel and down to the meeting of your thighs. Your legs fall open without being prompted, welcoming him between them. The only barrier to your core are the panties that remain on your hips. He lets his blade trace under the edge of the garment, right where it loops around your thigh, and you shudder expectantly, waiting for him to slice it off. But he doesn’t tear a single thread, not until he gets your express permission.

“Would you like me to cut these off?” He inquires, blinking up at you, tenderness seeping into his dark gaze.

“Please…” You all but whine, lifting your hips to the blade to show how much you need him, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Without another moment of preamble, he snips the side of your panties with a simple flick of his wrist. Impatiently, he tugs it down the rest of the way with his other hand, eager to gaze upon your centre once more. The sight of your pussy is just as wondrous as he remembers, perhaps even more so, his eyes widening as he’s instantly transfixed. He’s drawn closer until his lips latch onto your inner thighs in a series of avid kisses.

“Everything about you is just delicious, my dear.” He groans, pausing to kiss you between each phrase, “Your scent, the way your soft thighs feel around my face, that way this gorgeous pussy quivers for me, makes me wanna fucking devour you.”

With the lecherous hunger in his stare and way he muses about your scent, the hunter comparisons from before are even more apt. You spread your thighs wider as his lips move higher between them, as if slowly closing in on his query and sneaking in a few samplings before tasting what he’s claimed. As if to accentuate the ravenous need welling within him, he closes his eyes and inhales deeply right at the apex of your thighs, breathing in your arousal. 

“Fuck…” His brows hike up and he moans a shameless expletive upon his deep exhale, eyes fluttering at your scent. The lamp that lights the room beams on the high points of his face, highlighting the way his elegant features are etched with predatory intent. His lips curl back in almost a snarl as he takes in the sweet musk of your arousal once more. His hand grasps your hip to keep you close to his face as he breathes you in, as if oxygen can’t sustain him unless it’s been enriched with your arousal.

His tongue slides out to slowly lick between your lower lips, taking in the delicate folds of flesh within. You both let out a simultaneous groan as the wet muscle meets with your heated flesh, both savoring the satisfaction. He keeps his tongue strokes slow, graciously taking in the way your folds flare and give way under his probing tongue. He lingers at your clit with each lick, and pleasure radiates from the sensitive bud with every sweep of his tongue.

“You’re just as delicious as I remember, my dear. I can’t get enough of the way you taste.” You don’t know what affects you more; his words, or the growl-like grunt with which he expresses them. All you know is that he has your breath stilling and your heart hammering in your chest even faster than before. You didn’t think it was possible for him to entice you more, and yet here he is, ensnaring you with such vulgar adoration.

You’re reminded of the presence of the knife when you feel its cold edge against one of your thighs. He suspends you in contrasting sensation once more, the warmth of his mouth offsetting the chill of the blade. His other hand retains his grip on your hip, keeping you in place while giving you enough slack to squirm as you please. The press of the dagger is more than enough to motivate you to stay in place, for every time you arch up, the edge of the blade presses deeper against your flesh, and intensifies the pressure to border on pain.

That exhilarating combination of pleasure and pain overtakes your body and makes you mewl in delight. This time, pleasure far exceeds and overrides the pain, almost overwhelmingly so, and you love every moment of it. Pure erotic bliss emits from your core in spirals as he circles his flattened tongue over your clit. He caps off each spiral with an open mouthed kiss to your clit, sucking the bud between his lips before resuming the pattern once more. Every lick, every suck, every motion of his mouth, kindles a fire that melts away the icy press of his knife and sequesters it to the edge of your perception. All you want is to feel more of his pretty mouth pleasuring you in such exquisite ways, and you arch against the sharp side of his blade to claim more of that pleasure for yourself. You let your enjoyment be known, tossing your head back, shouts of his name mingling with cries of bliss. He takes in your responses with ravenous glee, loving the way your body reacts to him, and only him. The moans he draws from you only envigorate his desire, acting as a pour of kerosine over the intense flames of lascivious fervor that burn within.

The warmth of your thighs pulls him in deeper. The taste of your pussy intoxicates him. The way you chant the syllables of his name like they’re the only sounds you know has his cock aching with need. He indulges in you in the most intimate ways he knows how, tracing your folds and exploring your core with his tongue, yet he still craves more. Merely lying between your legs is not enough to satiate his craving. He wants to be completely entangled in you, totally inebriated by the sensual experience of pleasuring you. And that’s exactly what he sets out to do.

Tossing the knife aside, he tugs you towards him in one sharp motion and winds your legs around his neck. It falls to the floor in a clatter that neither of you hear, for your simultaneous moans drown out the sound. The action pulls your clit further between his puckering lips and presses your heated folds against his face. He groans in satisfaction as your thighs squeeze around him with every such on your clit. Your hips buck against his face, your pussy pressing against his nose, and he likes the way the motion restricts his breath in intervals. The pressure of your legs on his neck and the angle he has to maintain forms the most delectable strain just on the cusp of pain, and he loves it.

Intensifying everything for you both, his hands reach under you and lift your hips off the bed. He groans and clutches onto the curve of your ass, keeping your hips suspended above the mattress. Keeping his lips latched onto your clit, he all but smothers himself between your thighs, shaking his head back and forth as you wail in ecstasy. He keeps you firmly against his face, halting your every move to squirm away from the onslaught of pleasure. A growling groan rumbles deep in his throat as your juices seep from your entrance, and he dips his tongue down to lick up your arousal before going back to ravaging your clit. Your hands reach down to grab at his hair in frantic tugs, desperate to find purchase as you’re sent careening towards the edge of euphoria.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum! Xiaojun, please!” You warn him, and from the sound of it, you’re mere moments away from release.

“Cum for me, my dear.” He roughly commands, and your body obeys without a second thought. Eyes rolling back, you buck your hips against his mouth, screaming his name. You jolt with each intense surge of euphoria that wracks your body, fingers slipping through and grabbing at his hair to try and anchor yourself. He stares you down as he works you through it, letting you fuck his mouth to ride out your high. There’s nothing more erotically alluring than the sight of you reaching your peak, than the feeling of you pulsating against him as your release flows onto his tongue wet rushes of heat, and he’ll be damned if anyone else but him gets to experience such a mind blowing marvel. This, is all for him to enjoy.

You fall back onto the bed, chest heaving as you attempt to catch your breath. Your eyes fall shut, as the effort to keep them open is too great at the moment. Your every nerve is alight, illuminated by the opalescent afterglow of your orgasm. You’re hyper aware of the quilted texture of the blanket you lay upon, but otherwise, the rest of the room fades from perception as you lie there, the expansion and contraction of your lungs ragged at best. 

It’s the distinct sound of his laughter that grabs your attention. Deep chuckles of smug satisfaction scintillate your senses, fortelling deviant intent and drawing your attention back to center, back to him. You open your eyes and you’re instantly faced with the most bewitchingly wicked grin you’ve ever seen, and your breath is promptly expelled from your lungs at the sight.

“You can’t possibly be tired already, my dear. We’ve barely begun.” His sadistic taunt coincides with the gentle rub of his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves, which quivers against the pad of his finger. You choke out a whine, hips twisting under his touch, overwhelmed by the stimulation.

He lifts his head just enough for you to see the dominant lust that clouds his visage, “That’s right, my dear, we’re just getting started. You said I could do whatever I want with you, and I intend to make you cum until my face is dripping with your essence. Then, when you don’t know whether to beg for mercy or beg for more, I’m gonna fuck you until we’re both seeing stars.”

And even though you just came, your pussy clenches around nothing, feeling the craving for more stir within you.

“What’s your color, my dear?” He checks in again, and you’re touched that even in his lust ridden state, his attentive care for you shines through.

“Green.” You reply, already anticipating what he has in store.

He pulls you against him once more, right into two of his fingers. You whimper as he breaches you effortlessly, fingers curled to fit to the contour of your core. Barely giving you a moment’s reprieve, he tugs your hips down to meet the thrusts of his digits, fucking you with his fingers right into the bed. You let him undulate your hips as he sees fit, relenting to the way he rocks your body. Enraptured with ecstasy, you let out a litany of whines and breathy curses as he massages your inner walls, his fingertips brushing against each tender spot he locates. He sinks his fingers in as deep as he can, massaging one of your innermost sweet spots and making pleasure emanate from your core in a bright beam of bliss. Knowing you’re beyond overwhelmed by this point, he takes it up a notch, and circles your pulsing clit with the tip of his tongue. He laughs to himself when you squeal as predicted.

Smiling as you helplessly whine, he urges you on, “That’s it my dear, give in to me. Fuck, you’re doing so well.”

His praise intensifies the light of passion that glows within you, endeared abashment beaming on the surface of your cheeks in the form of incandescent heat. 

“So good for me, my dear, so good.” He continues with a kiss to your clit, moving his fingers faster and laving his tongue over the bud, “You’re absolutely perfect.”

A two pitched whine pushes past your lips as you relish in his fond compliments, his every word increasing the pleasure ten fold and sending you spinning. You reach out to grab onto his wrist, anchoring yourself with the corded thread of his hoodie sleeve. Your parted lips feel empty, longing to feel something, anything against them, longing to feel him even more.

“Please,” You breathlessly plead, tears brimming in your eyes, “Please, kiss me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, sitting up and capturing your lips in a series of kisses that sear to your core. Your orgasm builds much quicker than before, and it doesn’t take much before you’re teetering on the edge once again. You moan against his lips, and the louder and breathier your moans, the faster he goes, determined to make you come undone in a matter of moments. Just to add to the frenzied fray of erotic enjoyment, his mouth makes its way back down to your neck, kissing and biting the spots he mapped out before. Your eyes squeeze shut and you whimper at the subtle pricks of pain from his quick nips. Coupled with the subtle sweeps of pleasure from his thumb on your clit, you’re left to desperately wriggle in his grasp as you take everything he gives you. The slick wetness of his fingers slipping in and out of your pussy fills the room, though the sound pales in comparison to the ragged whines that tumble from your lips. He revels in your sounds, greedy to hear more, and he tells you as such, “That’s it my dear, keep moaning for me. Keep whining for me. Let me hear how good I’m making you feel."

He presses his fingers against your most tender spot, and your resounding cry is music to his ears, a gorgeous melody that entrances him like a siren’s call. Your screams of ecstasy are far more enticing than the screams of agony he elicits from his victims, and if these are the only sounds he’s permitted to hear for the rest of his existence, he’d be more than content. Bestowing pleasure and pain upon you in tandem, making your heart race with euphoric bliss, is easily the greatest thrill he’s ever experienced. His cock throbs between his legs as he takes you in, the way your back bows beautifully, the way your thighs shudder and shake, the way your body spasms in his grasp, the way your arousal flows onto his fingers like the nectar of the most delicate flower. More than anything, he loves that he is the one who draws out such gorgeous sounds. He is the one making your beautiful body react this way. He is the one making you feel this good. No one else gets to have you like this, and that rush of possessive lust has him muffling groans into the crook of your neck.

All mine. He growls within his mind, biting you harder than before, sinking his teeth in with enough pressure to surely leave a prominent mark.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, the sharp pain inducing an even more intense rush of bliss than before. Your body convulses, your core clenching around him in fluttering pulses, sucking him in as you desperately ride out your high. The scorch of sensuous delight is almost too much to bear, and you scream uncontrollably as you’re ensnared in an earth shattering rush of rapture. You grab onto him, clutching his arm as if you’ll slip away if you let him go for even a moment. He stays attached to you, his lips latched onto your neck and kissing you all the while. His fingers never stop moving within you, not until the first signs of your slowing breath. His kisses soften as you come down, mirroring the way that overwhelming heat dissolves into a more subtle warmth. 

You expect to be exhausted when your orgasm fades, but instead, you feel invigorated. You roll your hips to feel his fingers that are still buried within you, but you crave the feeling of something bigger. You want his cock. You want him. 

“Please, Xiaojun, I need you to fuck me.” You beg before he has the chance to utter a word, overcome with the urge to feel him stretching you out.

“You need me baby?” His voice lilts playfully as he props himself up on his forearm, slowly removing his fingers from your core. You whine at the loss, but you’re quickly transfixed by the sight of him lifting his fingers to his lips and sucking off your release.

A trail of saliva and slick essence connects his fingers to his mouth as he pulls them back, making the lewd smirk that lifts his lips look even more salacious. Lifting your hips, you move the heavy blanket aside and lay on the linen sheets underneath, not taking your eyes off of the erotic display of revelry for even a moment. He runs his tongue over his lower lip to lick up the last of your release before he teases you, fingertips toying with the zipper of his hoodie, “How bad do you need me? How bad do you need my cock?”

“I don’t think I can wait another moment if I tried.” You shamelessly admit, replacing his fingers with your own to show him just as much you yearn for him. You make quick work of his hoodie, dragging the metal fastening down in one smooth motion. He lets you undo the garment, allowing you to slide it off his shoulders. The gray cloak is tossed aside, and once he lifts his arms to let you slip it off, his shirt soon follows. He lets you undress him, baring himself to you without question. The fleeting touch of your fingertips across his skin arouses him even more, making him even more eager to be inside you. Impatiently, he undoes his jeans and slides them off, the denim rustling noisily as he kicks them off. One smooth toss later, and his jeans and underwear are across the room, and you drool at the sight of his bare body.

If you were stunned when his face was first revealed to you, that’s nothing compared to the astonishment you feel at seeing him naked for the first time. From his toned arms, to his defined pecs, to the delicately carved definition of his abs, his body is a sculpted vision of lithe athleticism. He’s even more magnificent than you could’ve ever imagined, and you find yourself stunned to stillness, barely aware of the rise and fall of your own breath. Your eyes follow the motion of his hand as he wraps it around his cock. He strokes himself as he moves onto his knees, right between your parted legs. You all but drool at the sight, saliva pooling on your tongue the longer you watch his hand slide up and down the turgid flesh you long to feel from within.

“See something you like, sweetheart?” He teases, gently coaxing you from your reverie. 

“I see something I love.” You emphatically assert, winding your arms around his neck and pulling him towards you. He lets you smoothly ease him down as you lay on your back, arranging him on top of you. You lift the loose sheet up over his back, tucking it onto his shoulders, cloaking you both in a curtain of surprisingly soft linen. With the placement of the thin cover over you both, a tender air of passion settles within the confines of the linen sheet, your motions hurried but not as frenzied as you intertwine your bodies. You reach down with the intent to stroke his length and prepare him to enter you, only to be stopped by a shake of his head.

“I’m ready for you.” He insists, fully slotting himself between your legs, “I need you, now.”

In the next moment, the head of his cock presses against your pussy, and already the heated contact has you both needy for more. He presses forward, and your slick folds easily give way as your entrance flares open for him, welcoming him into your innermost intimate space. He takes his time easing himself in to the hilt, and you spread your legs wider to luxuriate in the slick stretch of him sheathing himself completely in you. He only halts when the toned plane of his abdomen meets with your clit, and braces his hands on either side of your head, grounding himself before he gets lost in the all encompassing heat of your pussy.

Looking up at him, you’re amazed by just how beautiful he looks right now. His hair falls over his face, curtaining his regal visage with tresses of frosted silver. You’ve told him before he looks like royalty, and you stand by that assessment wholeheartedly, especially now that you notice the way the lean perfection of his body merges with his pretty face. You still have no idea how someone as charming as him ended up in such a desolate realm, but you’re beyond thankful that you crossed paths. Likewise, he gazes at you with such wonderment, his hand slides onto the curve of your face on its own accord, just compelled to cradle such beauty. He can’t get enough of caressing you, admiring you, taking in your gorgeous allure. Stillness settles over you both, marking your suspension in the stretch of silence between a siren’s blaring. You’re both still in disbelief that you get to have each other like this, but you do. You have him, and he has you, and no one else gets to enjoy the connection you’ve seized for yourselves.

When he moves, he keeps his motions slight, which gives you both the chance to take in the pleasure of your intimate attachment while maintaining the serenity you share. With every languid thrust, you feel every inch of his cock, every vein and ridge and swelling throb, feeling how you stretch to take him in. He slowly sinks into the wet heat of your core, over and over at a leisurely pace, savoring the way you squeeze around him.

“How?” He rasps in astonishment, “Do you feel so fucking good everytime?”

His awe struck observation has you clamping down, clutching onto his cock with a vice-like snare. He lets you suck him in, thrusting according to the whims of your pussy as your walls ripple and draw him in over and over again. As far as he’s concerned, he’s had his moment of control for the night. Now it’s time for him to succumb to show his devotion to you.

He holds you like you’re precious, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you in his embrace. He presses his chest to yours like he’s trying to merge your bodies together as one. He thrusts between your legs like he’s offering himself to you, slowly rolling his hips according to the undulation of your own. He matches the pace you don’t realize you set, picking up where the lurching lift of your hips leaves off, breathing out moan after wanton moan as he enjoys the pleasure of your pussy. You likewise bask in the pleasure he gives you, your back arching and lifting off the bed to meet with his chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer, feeling the smooth sheet slide over the back of your hands. By the time you can’t possibly press together any further, you’re entangled so closely that you can feel each other’s racing hearts against your chests. His heart beats for you, and yours beats for him, pumping at the same rapid pace together.

“I missed this.” Xiaojun breathes out against your collarbone, bestowing a kiss upon the spot a moment later, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. I missed you so much.” Your words come out amidst a breathy exhale, your fingers lacing together on the back of his neck.

“I missed being inside you, pleasing you from within, feeling the way you give into me.” He whispers his words as if letting you in on a clandestine secret, one that he only means for you to hear. 

You divulge an impassioned confession in return, “And I missed feeling you inside of me. I think about it every moment we’re apart, just wishing for the chance to feel you again.”

“You don’t have to wish anymore, sweetheart.” He says with the emphatic assertion of a vow, angling his hips to seek your sweet spot with his cock, “I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

With your arms wrapped around your neck, your legs winding around his waist, your inner walls rippling around his dick, he’s completely enveloped in you. There’s nowhere he’d rather be than in this moment with you, and there’s no one you’d rather be entangled with so intimately. He’s yours, all yours, and you squeeze tighter around him, refusing to let him go. You’re the only he’ll ever claim like this, the only one he’ll ever fuck so passionately, the only one he’ll ever feel this devoted to. A rush of possessive passion overtakes you, surging through your fingertips and strengthening your grasp on him. Your nails run crescent pinpricks right onto his back, dragging short scratches over his skin, making him moan out in bliss for you.

“Oh fuck, keep doing that baby. Keep doing that!” He keens, arching up against the pain with a whine, “Fuck that feels so good.”

Scratching along his back, you keep drawing blunt lines of pain along the taunt skin. You claw your way down along the edge of his shoulder blade and he all but mewls in bliss, bucking his hips more erratically. He fucks you faster in response to the stimulation, losing himself to the excitement you encite in him. You match the pace he doesn’t realize he sets, frantically chasing pleasure with him.

The bed steadily rocks with your simultaneous motions, lulling you both into a state of amorous bliss. You remain silent, save for your shared moans of pleasure, for your bodies do all of the talking you need. With his deep thrusts, he shows you the depths of his fealty to you, and you arch up to meet his motions to show him you feel the same. With the way you squeeze your thighs around the curve of his waist, you convey your craving to remain connected to him, and not relent your hold. With his winding grasp on your body, he shows you just how much he’s yearned for you in the time you’ve been apart, conveying a mutual desire to simply be with you. The intensity in his gaze tells of his commitment to enjoy the time you can spend together now. And with your tender touch upon the curve of his gorgeous face, tell him you see him for who he is, for what he is, and you adore him unconditionally. He shows you he appreciates your acceptance with affectionate kisses upon your lips, softer than all the other ones you’ve shared tonight.

You give yourself to him, as he gives himself to you, both of you becoming one between the sheets. He enjoys the pain you scratch onto his back and the pleasure of your pussy, and you in turn revel in the way the head of his cock rubs against your tender spots with consistent precision. The bed creaks more audibly as your pace quickens, making impact with the wall, signaling your impending release. You feel him throb, he feels you clench, and you both know you’re reaching your peaks.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum.” You speak for the first time in some time, your throat straining with the effort to form words.

“Me too, sweetheart.” He huffs, speaking just as much of an arduous task for him, though he still manages to plead for you to, “Cum on me. Cum on my cock. Mark me as yours.”

And that primal plea is what sends you right over the edge. Though you reach your end one right after the other, with you finding release just before him, the shouts of each other’s names sound off at the same time. Your eyes remain locked the entire time, even as you feel the warmth of his release flood your core, even as he feels the staccato flutter of you clenching around him, even as toe curling bliss completely overtakes you both. 

He falls limply on top of you as you both come down, his head resting between your breasts upon your heaving chest. Your scratching relents, and you instead let your fingertips rest upon his back. His eyes slide shut as he just savors how you feel, the soft warmth of your boobs and the wet heat of your core just entrancing him to no end. You in turn savor the soft kisses he scatters over your breasts, up to your collarbones, tilting your head back to grant him access to your neck. His mouth roves along the column of your throat, slower this time, soothing the aching lovebites he left before with the soft warmth of his lips.

He pauses peppering kisses along your neck to ask, “Are you ok, sweetheart? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“There’s a sore spot right here on my chest.” You inform him, motioning to the spot on your chest he scraped with his dagger, “But no broken skin. Honestly I think my nails on your back did more damage than your knife.”

He lifts his head and nods, kissing your forehead, “Let me see if I can find something for that.”

He slowly withdraws from your core, reluctantly extracting himself from your embrace. You instantly feel the empty imprint of where his cock used to be, already wishing you could feel him once more. He stands and rummages through the dresser drawers by the wall, diligently searching for something he can use. As he does, you shamelessly let your eyes rove over his backside, enjoying this new view of this beautiful man you’ve come to feel so much for. Your gaze maps out the broadness of his shoulders, the cinched curve of his waist, the definition of his legs, the supple curve of his ass--

“Oh perfect!” His shoulders straighten, and he appears to have lucked out on a discovery.

Your gaze is diverted to a small bottle that lands softly by your feet. Curiously, you glance down at what he’s found. The lettering tells you the bottle contains aloe gel, and before you have the chance to ask what he means to do with it, he makes his way back to your side. You don’t even think before leaning on him, your chin automatically tucking onto his shoulder.

“Looks like whoever lived here was just as kinky as we are. Either that, or they had very nice skin.” He chuckles, taking the bottle in his hand and flipping the cap open.

“Baby, what would you have done if that wasn’t there?” You voice your curiosity with a soft murmur in his ear.

“I would’ve dashed from house to house until I found some,” He turns his head to tell you, adding with a lift of his shoulders, “Or something similar.” 

“And how did you know what to look for?” You ponder aloud, brows furrowing in consideration.

“I know what I’m doing with a blade, sweetheart. I wouldn’t have used it on you otherwise, not unless I knew how to take care of you.” He refers to the weapon with which he made countless kills, and yet he wouldn’t have let it grace your skin if he didn’t have the utmost confidence in his skill, completely certain he wouldn’t bring you any true harm. The sentiment makes your face warm pleasantly, and you settle more into his side.

At your silence, he continues to explain, “That’s why I made sure the blade was clean first. I wasn’t going to get some poor soul’s blood all over your beautiful skin.”

“Can we even get infections?” You wonder aloud, “I know we can be hurt, but I haven’t been in a trial long enough for a wound to fester.”

Xiaojun frowns at the notion of you being that injured, “I don’t care to find out, especially not when it comes to you. I wouldn’t risk it.”

Squeezing some of the clear gel onto his fingers, he begins tending to the tender flesh he graced with his knife. The gel is cold upon first contact, making your breath stutter, and he halts immediately. Only after you nod does he continue to spread the gel over your chest and down to your torso. The refreshing coolness seeps through your skin and soothes the muscle beneath, loosening every ache and every bit of tension in your body. It would seem that his skills with his hands extend to more than just using a blade, or pleasuring you. With his gentle touch, he shows you that his elegant hands are capable of great comfort as well. His slender fingers rub the gel into your skin with comforting precion before his palm follows suit, applying delicate bits of pressure. He makes sure his every touch feels good and doesn’t cause a hint of discomfort, and you feel cherished by his attentive care. You’re able to fully relax under his touch as he repeats the reverent touches he laid out with his blade earlier that night. This time, fills in the portrait of you not with pain, not with pleasure, but with cooling comfort that has your eyes sliding shut in content.

He takes extra time rubbing the gel onto the sore spot on your chest, as if holding your heart in his hand. His touch is even more gentle as his palm roves over the spot, taking his time dissolving the heat of soreness and replacing it with cool relief. With this action, he says so much through wordless means. The latent message of his touch is that he will always be here to soothe you, that you can trust him with your heart as well as your body. You hear his unspoken implications loud and clear, face burning as you register his implicit message.

“How does that feel sweetheart?” He asks, his words free of the dominant edge from before, a soft sense of fastidious thoughtfulness taking its place.

“Feels really good.” You tell him with a smile, letting yourself sink into the bed.

“Good.” He nods, an elated smile making its way to his face, “I always want to make you feel good.”

And he does, for the coolness of the gel creates a new kind of euphoria, one where you can let yourself go and luxuriate in serenity. A layer of aloe is rubbed into your thigh, up onto your hips, and over the planes of your belly. Every spot that was once graced with the icy edge of his blade is coated in aloe, and the refreshing scent of the gel relaxes you more. When he makes his way to your breasts, fondles the soft mounds of flesh in smooth circles, and the cool gel over your nipples is warmed in the next moment by a fond sweep of his thumb.

“Do you think I can use the blade next time?” You wonder aloud, letting your passing rumination slip through your lips.

His hands halt for a moment, his cock stirs at the prospect, and he hums in agreement, “I’d be more than happy to show you how it’s done.”

Once he’s finished applying gel to your skin, you sit up, taking the bottle from his hand. Curiously, he eyes you, “What are you doing, baby?”

“Turn around.” You instruct, and he immediately obeys, turning his back to you. There, you see the raised lines of red drawn with your nails, scarlet trails of stimulation scratched onto his skin. You squeeze some of the gel onto your fingers and slowly smear it over the marks you see, keeping your motions gentle to mirror the way he touched you. He tilts his head back with a muted moan, already relieved by your touch. Ever so gently, you press the gel into his skin, allowing it to seep into the muscle beneath the surface. A fervent warmth rises to the apples of his cheek, touched that the care he extended to you is being reciprocated so sincerely. Slowly but surely, you cover his entire back in a clear layer of gel, feeling the way the knots in the corded muscle unravel beneath your fingertips.

“When was the last time you’ve had a massage? Do you remember?” You comment playfully, noting just how much tension you release all along the top of his shoulders.

“We don’t exactly get the chance to relax between trials. There’s no time to relax.” He jests, his soft laugh turning into a faltering sigh when your thumbs rub circles into the base of his neck, “Oh, right there. Right there, that feels good.”

You ruminate on his words with a contemplative hum, “That’s a shame. You should be able to unwind. It’s hard work feeding The Entity time and time again.”

“Well, lucky for me, I have the perfect form of respite sitting behind me.” He counters, looking over his shoulder and locking eyes with you, “And she’s really pretty too.” 

You huff out a laugh, a giddy sense of glee bubbling up within you. Even simple compliments uttered with his melodic voice fill you with exuberant joy. The sight of your happiness inspires joy in him as well, and he can’t stop the smile from lifting his lips. He leans over, kissing you softly, smiling against your grin. You easily return the affection, giggling into the soft kisses.

Once you’ve finished massaging him into relaxation, you lay beside each other like you were always meant to share a bed. Your place on the mattress is nearest to the bedside table, and he slips beside you on the side facing the door. His arm winds around your waist, and you shuffle closer to him, laying right on the defined muscle of his pec. You close your eyes as you take in the soft thump of his heart within his chest, feeling it’s fluttering tempo against your cheek. An air of almost idle domesticity settles over you both, and you wonder if you’d manage to find your way into his arms even outside of beyond the bounds of The Fog. Would you still have met, had you both not been trapped together in this realm? You find yourself wondering what a room you share with him would look like. You certainly wouldn’t pick this hideously dingy wallpaper, that much is certain.

“So,” He pipes up, his fingertips meandering over the curve of your hip, “Does The Campfire call, or can you stay with me for a while longer?”

It’s then that you realize you haven’t spared a second thought to The Campfire, or your obligation to move to the next trial. You’ve just been content to stay with him, as if you can remain with him in idle bliss without consequence. The game was forgotten, little more than a distant memory, until he reminded you of your shared circumstance. Despite this, you feel no sense of dread. No disappointing revelation dampens your elevated mood. The Campfire call, while present, is muted enough to be ignored for now, as his embrace gives you all the warmth you need. His mind has also strayed away from the incessant repetition of deadly trials. He can’t even guess as to where his mask ended up, and right now, he doesn't care to. Right now, hiding himself is the last thing on his mind.

“I’m not going anywhere, not for some time at least.” You assure him, wrapping your arms around his midsection.

“I’m glad. I like having you all to myself.” His grin widens, highlighting the rosy tint that dyes his cheekbones with mirth. If you look hard enough, you can see faint wrinkles that crinkle on the corners of his eyes, and the sight endears you to no end.

“I like it too.” You hum your assent with a grin of your own, “I don’t want to share you with anyone else.”

“You won’t have to.” He pulls you closer into his side as he assures you that, “You have me, completely.”

Your kisses resume and never seem to cease from that point on. Even as you kiss him and enjoy the palpable press of his lips, you’re still appalled that in this hellscape, you managed to snag something as precious as your bond with him. You ruminate on just how much you’ve come to feel for him in such a short time, and how much he’s come to feel for you. You thought your affair with him would be nothing more than a lustful fling, but everything from tonight tells you this goes far beyond passion of the flesh. You’ve truly come to adore him, as he’s come to adore you, and the shared sentiment warms your heart to no end. You snuggle closer to this beautiful man, honored that he’s chosen to bare himself to you, and make you his as you’ve made him yours. You never thought your obsession with him would extend beyond perverse lust, and yet here you lie in his arms, with your heart fluttering with the amorous prospect of romance. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[galacticseonghwa]

matching outfits i think WAYV would wear with their girlfriends

INCLUDES: wayv x gfs!, fluff, just me and my delusions visiting again, part 3/3 of nct matching outfits ‘series’ wc: tbc a/n: if yous would like a male or gender nuteral version of this please let me know! i tend to get carried away with idol x fem!reader plots/posts. but i don't want yous to be afraid to ask! 127 version & dream version are already done. ALL PICTURES I DO NOT OWN AND ARE ALL OFF PINTEREST

QIAN KUN kun will never admit to anyone but you that he actually loves having matching outfits with you. he'll put all of his energy into trying to convince his members, friends and family that you forced him to match with you. but they all know how much kun adores you and would do anything to make you happy. he's definitely the type to pick out a few outfits to ride (a motorbike) in. like this mf would go through all the trouble to even get matching bikes.

CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL (TEN) now ten, he's a weird case when it comes to matching outfits. if he's not the one picking out the outfits then he's just not wearing it. however, he loves the clean and simple matching outfits when you're both out with the members, family or even friends but absolutely loves the "childish" matching outfits for when you're both lounging around together.

DONG SICHENG winwin is the type to neither hate nor love matching outfits, he only really ever agrees if it's for when you're both going somewhere fancy or a special occasion together. other than that the closest thing to a matching outfit from him is matching colours.

XIAO DEJUN xiaojun is all for it, he doesn't care why you're asking to match with him. "xiao can we wear matc-" "yes". he will NOT let you finish your sentence before he says yes and either get ready to go shopping or throwing his credit card straight at you. most of the time he'll see matching outfits in stores and whine to you about how cute it would be if you both had the outfit. he's also bragging to his members that you guys wear matching outfits and how much he loves it (and you).

HENDERY WONG he's in love with matching outfits, of any sort. he does not care. he'll beg to match if he has to. he just loves them.

LIU YANG YANG yangyang is skeptical whenever you ask to buy matching outfits, especially after you made him dress up as edward cullen and threw a bunch of glitter on him, it's safe to say sm was not very happy. but at the end of the day if it makes you happy he's willing to swallow his pride and wear whatever it is that you buy. he loves watching how happy you get when he agrees. matching outfits are very serious for you when it comes to you and yangyang.

(ofc i had to do a scream sneak for him)

[mins-fins]

dal segno.

&&. you're in a car with a beautiful boy, but he's unfortunately not yours anymore.

pairing: xiao dejun x m!reader

genre: angst

warnings: implied sexual content, kind of toxic relationship, they are both so incredibly pathetic

word count: 1.2k

notes: hello this is a voiceless isa reporting, i am suffering with the most horrible sickness to ever be bestowed upon me (the common cold) and i was originally supposed to post this yesterday but i fell asleep in the middle of my writing process so yeah 👍 also i have a class in like an hour so i just wanna publish this now and be done with it 😿

you're asleep for a while.

sleeping in a car has never truly been your thing, ever since you were a kid, you could never ever fall asleep in a car even after how tired you were. the fact that you were able to doze off, even with the clear tiredness you exhibited, was odd.

you wonder what kind of change was in the air caused for you to finally doze off in the car..

when you wake up, it is not morning, which you honestly expect because you had only fallen asleep for a few minutes, you can tell because guanheng is still inside, chatting up with his friends or whatever.

if guanheng is still inside, that means the one person you do not want to see right now is still right beside you in the drivers seat.

dejun doesn't seem to register that you're now awake, his eyes closed as he rubs his temples, clearly stressed about something. it isn't until you shuffle in your seat, rubbing your eyes that he finally seems to acknowledge your presence, almost startled by how quiet you'd been.

"holy shit you scared me".

he places a hand on his chest, and you can tell he was genuinely surprised by your sudden awakening because he glances at you then glances away, very interested in the window it seems.

"sorry" you whisper. you feel as if you could cut the air in the car with a knife considering how thick it seems. "hi".

why do you say hi? why do you choose to greet him? you two know each other, you know each other very well, much more than you ever thought you'd know each other.

dejun also registers the awkwardness in the air, the two of you itch to escape the situation, but you both also don't want to be the first to leave. he gives a polite smile, finally staring directly at you. "hi" he greets back.

you have the urge to itch your hand, feeling insanely uncomfortable. a small sigh escapes your lips, and you make an effort to look down at the floor of the car instead. "heng still in there?"

dejun is clearly upset at how you changed the topic, but what else were you two supposed to do? greet each other a couple more times? it's all basically come to shit now. "yeah.. he practically knows everybody in that household, it's crazy".

he talks like he doesn't care much, you chalk it up to him being tired, forced to drive home his friend who has a million acquaintances, not to mention he's sitting right beside his ex boyfriend, the same ex boyfriend whose heart he broke in the same car no more than a few weeks ago.

he did it in an almost heartless way as well, he seemed to have no regard for you, the tears streaming down your cheeks must've seemed pathetic to him, the way you tried to get him to change his mind must've completely altered his opinion on you by then.

it's understandable why the two of you are so awkward, why there are no jokes between you, why instead of feeling grateful to be sitting beside such a pretty boy, your stomach curls in an uncomfortable way.

you glance over at him for a moment, watching as he picks his nails, even with the heartbreak he put you through, you can't deny how absolutely striking he is. dejun possesses a kind of beauty you don't think another person could ever display as well as he does.

you hate that he's so beautiful, a literal work of art, but was still the very one responsible for the days you spent feeling as if you weren't enough. he didn't even try to give you a good explanation for breaking off your seemingly bulletproof relationship, just said some bullshit like "we weren't working together y/n".

and yeah, your mad, you have every right to be mad.

it was never supposed to be more than a friday night hookup, nothing more than a stupid meetup orchestrated by a mutual friend of yours, you two should've never crossed over into having an actual relationship, because your demise was very expected.

"i don't know what you want from me".

"i don't want anything from you.." anymore, is what you want to add, but in fear of sounding even more pathetic than you look, you shut your mouth, crossing your arms. "there's nothing more to say, we're over and that's fine, i've gotten over it".

"y/n—"

"dejun" you don't want to hear him speak any more, because the longer he does the more you'll want to break down and cry. "you made your choice and i respect it, i don't want anything from you".

dejun looks hurt by your words, as if he's not the one who decided to break up with you. he's such an idiot, a beautiful, pathetic idiot. he slumps in his seat, as if you just delivered a punch straight to his gut.

you stop looking at him at this point, because you aren't going to be able to resist the urge to kiss him if you continue staring at his face. another wave of silence spreads between you two, and you want to leave so bad, but you can't, because then you'd have to deal with guanheng's fucking interrogations.

you hear dejun unbuckling his seatbelt beside you, at least he's leaving, it'll make everything just a little more bearable. you clear your throat, pretending the prior conversation didn't happen. "could you tell guanheng to make sure he gets back my copy of dracula from yangyang?"

dejun hums, but sighs. "y/n".

you wish you listened to your heart, but your mind was screaming at you to fucking look at him!

so you did, and you almost collapse right onto the floor. he's staring at you with such bewitched, lovestruck eyes, it's as if nothing bad ever happened between you two, as if you were still happy and in love with no issues whatsoever.

"stop doubting yourself.." he whispers, then he presses his lips to yours, it's as impulsive as it is stupid, because dejun is going to regret this the next day, you know he will.

you hate that you kiss him back, you hate how even though he broke your heart in this very place and left you crying in your bed. you should be ashamed of how easily you fall into his hands, you're constantly thinking optimistically, as if he won't just up and abandon you again.

when he separates from you, you almost want to pull him back, your hand fiddling with his shirt collar.

but for once, you listen to your head.

"i love you" he gives a sad smile, letting go of you and exiting the car.

you just sit there, face warm as you try to register what just happened. you watch dejun walk away, as you've done thousands of times before, you still don't feel any better, but the uncomfortable curl in your stomach has subsided for now.

if you just pretend that everything is all going to he okay, maybe it will!

oh xiao dejun, always breaking your heart and leaving you to pick up the pieces afterward.

[revluvzen]

[∞\ Irresistible /∞]

top!dom!Lucas x bottom!sub!male reader

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credits to the gif owner!!

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Categories: male femenine reader, top Lucas, bottom male reader, bratty reader, semi-public sex, size kink, anal sex, blowjob, rimming, various sex positions, long fic, smut with story, cockwarming, fingering, degradation kink (use of slut, whore, hoe, etc...), dirty talk, multiple orgasm, coming inside...

Reader is shorter and has a tinier body than Lucas. Descriptions of reader body includes him being "curvy", "tiny", having a big butt, etc.

Genre: Smut. MINORS DNI.

WC: 7,4k

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Made with love for @cherubsandswans ❤️

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"Shut up, or do you want them to know?"

A soft, hot breeze starts to hug your body. Cute flowers bloom everywhere. Spring has come! And what season would be better to do a trip out of the city with your friends?

Your phone starts ringing in the morning. The groupchat with your best friends quickly fills up with messages about going on a trip together.

"We should go to the beach! It's the perfect time to go!", Yangyang says. "Why don't we go to the countryside?", Xiaojun suggested. "I have a better idea: the mountains!", Hendery replies.

"Dat sounds great", Lucas says, answering to Hendery. "I haven't been to the mountains in a whiile", Ten follows. Soon, all of the eight members of the chat agree on going on a trip to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun took the time to book the plane tickets and some nights at a cabin on the mountains. Meanwhile, you start organising your luggage, selecting your best clothes and all the items you need for the trip.

"Am I forgetting something? Toothpaste, toothbrush, razor, shaving foam...", Hendery asks in the groupchat. "Remember bringing perfume!", Winwin replies. "How many underwear are u guys packing?", Kun asks. "I'm bringing one pair for each day", you answer

"y/n, don't forget your thongs!", Lucas replies. "Lucas, let's not be like that!", Xiaojun argues. Hendery sends a laughing sticker. "I'll bring the pink one, don't worry rofl", you reply.

Of all of your seven friends, Lucas is the one who you get along the most. He also seems to be the one who likes you the most in the friends group. But your friendship is kinda weird; he does a lot of out-of-tone jokes with you, even when you are with the rest of the group. He's sexy, for sure. If you had the opportunity, you would fuck with him; but he seems interested on looking for a girlfriend. Although, grabbing your big butt cheeks, slapping your bulge and making sexual remarks of you often makes you think he wants to fuck you so bad.

The weekend arrives. It's time to take the flight. The eight of you get into the airport and check in at the counter. When you get your ticket, you reunite with the rest of the guys to check who sits with whom.

"A7..." Hendery says. "I'm B7!", Yangyang comments, excited. "C7... so the three of us sit together", Ten says. Kun and Winwin sit together on D7 and E7 respectively.

"Let me check your ticket", Lucas says while getting near you and putting his hand on your shoulder. He's very tall in comparison to you, so he does that pretty much all the time. "Oh, so we sit together. F7 and G7". "I'm H7, I'll be next to you", Xiaojun follows. "Great, then! I brought food so we can share it", you say, laughing. They two laugh too. "It's gonna be exciting", Lucas tells.

All of you pass through departures and get on the plane. Hendery, Winwin, Lucas and Xiaojun got into first. You walk through the seats, trying to find yours.

The row where you, Lucas and Xiaojun have to sit is on the left side. When you reached your row, you had to pass through Lucas, who's already sat, to get to your place. As Lucas' long legs shortens the path, you struggle doing that. With your body giving your back to him, you try to walk to your seat.

Suddenly, a big slap lands on your butt. "Lucas! Behave!", Xiaojun loudly whispers. Apparently Yukhei couldn't resist spanking your ass, having it in front of him. "It's too round! I had to do it!", he says. You just smirk and finally have your seat.

The plane takes off. Like the brat you're, wouldn't be a good idea to keep him addicted to you during all the flight? "I have to go to the bathroom!", you say, standing up from your seat. You pass through Lucas again, making sure your butt stands out so he can react.

As you expected, Lucas slaps your butt with both of his big hands. "Lucas! Stop doing that!", Xiaojun yells at him. "If he keeps showing me his butt, I won't stop!", he says, making Xiaojun to roll his eyes. You leave a sassy smirk and walk to the bathroom. There, you kind of do nothing. You just make sure your pants are making your butt stand out enough.

Back to the seats, you walk again in front of Lucas' seat. Again, he slaps your ass; this time, stronger than ever. In fact, it made you leave a low gasp. "Lucas, what's wrong with you?! Y/N, try getting here with your butt not facing him", he suggests. "Do you want me to touch his crotch?", Lucas says, laughing. "Yukhei!!", Xiaojun yells at him, tired.

After some hours, the plane lands on the airport's ranway. All of you leave the airplane and wait for your luggages. The view from the airport windows is amazing: beautiful, green mountains and a bright sky. Finally, you left the airport and wait for the bus that will take the eight of you to the cabin.

The bus arrives and all of you left the airport. Gorgeous valleys with flowers surround the way to the cabin. Finally, the bus stops in front of a medium-size wooden cabin, with a nice view to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun did a great job booking it.

"It's beautiful...", Winwin says, fascinated. "It is", Hendery follows. Kun and Xiaojun met the cabin's owner to obtain the key. After that, the eight of you enter the house.

A big and comfy living room unveils as you enter the cabin. There's a nice hearth on the side of the room, along with a big kitchen and picturesque couches that are in front of a giant TV screen. At the other side, there's a glass sliding door that leads to the garden, where a pool is located.

But, apparently (and honestly, by common sense), it's impossible to build a cabin big enough to house eight people in different bedrooms. So, the owner's solution was to put on some "premium sleeping bags" on the floor, near the fireplace. They have a temperature-regulating technology; but that's useless, as you would be near a source of heat. The bags are organised in rows and have a medium size.

"Wow... Such a pretty cabin!", Winwin says. "It's so big!", you say. "Like my dick!", Lucas replies to your comment. Nobody laughed. "Well, I think we can leave our luggages here and go hiking, don't you guys think?", Kun suggests. "Sounds like a great idea, we shouldn't waste our time", Xiaojun replies. "I rested well at the plane so I'm all ready", Yangyang says, excited.

You leave your luggage near one of the sleeping bags and wait for the rest of the group at the main entrance. When all of them finish organising their things, you start walking to a hiking trail near the cabin. The eight of you follow a rocky path, surrounded by tall and bushy trees. Some of the members are taking some pictures, while others just enjoy the peace and nature of the place.

Some long minutes later, you reach a viewpoint that's at the middle of the hiking trail. There, there are no trees blocking your view anymore. A beautiful scene of green valleys, vast mountains, pretty flowers and cute animals unveils. "It's beautiful...", Ten says. "I can't believe my eyes", Hendery follows. "I could be here all day long...", you say, fascinated.

You take time to rest while taking some pictures of the landscape. After that, all of you start walking through the trail again. The path doesn't have any trees at this point; on your left, there's a wood fence preventing people from falling over the cliff. On your right, the rocky wall of the mountain. The path is very wide so there's no chance of suffering of vertigo at all.

While walking, you noticed that your shoelaces untied. Taking advantage of a big rock at the side of the trail, you decide to put your foot there to tie them. "You guys keep walking, I'm gonna tie my shoelaces", you say, while walking to the rock. "Okay!", some of the members reply.

Putting your foot over the rock, you start tying your shoelaces. Suddenly, you feel something pressing towards your bottom. It's kind of obvious who could it be. How can Lucas be horny over you all day? But, at the end, he always gives you more and more opportunities to have him falling head over heel for you. Mischievously, you move your ass up and down on his crotch, with subtleness, while still tying your shoes.

It's surprising how his cock got hard in a matter of seconds. You can even feel the shape of his clothed tip pressing your butt. But that's enough. With your shoelaces tied up back again, you coldly walk away from the spot, not giving any look to him. You can hear a low sigh leaving his mouth, thirsty over getting more of you.

All of you keep walking down the trail. The path goes around the mountain, so, some minutes later, you're right back where the trail starts. The eight of you walk back to the cabin. The sun sets, making a beautiful landscape as it hides itself behind a mount. Soon, the night falls, and it's time to have a nice dinner.

Someone rings the door. It's the delivery guy! Hendery ordered some food for all of the group. Pizza, chicken wings and some salads are soon put over the table, along with some sodas and juices. All of you quickly set up the table and take a seat.

"Hm... this is delicious!", Yangyang says, filling his mouth with food. "It is... I would eat dozens of these!", Kun says, grabbing a slice of pizza. "After having that gross airplane food, this feels like heaven", you say.

"Talking about the flight, did you guys enjoy it? There was a little turbulence", Winwin says. "Oh, yes, I noticed it. Although, I got more annoyed by that baby crying", Kun says. "What annoyed me the most was Lucas. Fuck! He didn't stop smacking y/n butt whenever he stood up to go the bathroom!", Xiaojun says, complaining.

Lucas bursts in laughter. "Haha, it's just that it is so round! I can't hold it!", he says. "We were in a public space, you shouldn't joke like that!", Xiaojun replies. "Take it easy, man! I'm pretty sure y/n enjoyed it", Yukhei says. "Well, I would've enjoyed it being more rougher, haha", you say, trying to take the wind out of Lucas' sail. Some of the guys laugh.

"y/n, isn't Lucas' strong enough?" Hendery asks, laughing. "Hm... I don't think it's enough for me", you say, smirking. "Yeah? You think that? I can be rough, you know", Lucas asks, with a bold smile. "I know you, Yukhei. You're the kind of guy that talks a lot, but does nothing!", you tell him, smiling. "Ooh, y/n! You're gonna make him sad!", Yangyang says, laughing. Some of the members also quietly laugh. Lucas leaves a shy smirk and continues eating. "Yukhei has a lot of girls falling for him, I don't think he cares about what y/n says, anyways", Winwin says.

"He's joking a lot with y/n that I might actually think he's into him!", Yangyang says. While some of the guys laugh, Ten only leaves a quiet smirk. He has been awkward during all the conversation. All the members kind of suspect Lucas is into you, to greater or lesser extent. But Ten appears to know more than that.

Then, you remember. When you went hiking and tied your shoelaces midway, five of the guys kept walking down the path. And, if Lucas got behind you and pressed his bulge towards your bottom, that means... Ten was walking behind both of you. And saw it all. Even when you moved your ass up and down on it.

Well, who cares anyways? It doesn't change anything. Lucas looks frustrated that you're being bratty with him. But you already know him. That's only increasing his desire for you.

All of you finish dinning. It's time to go to sleep; tomorrow you'll be hiking to the lake, so you need to take good rest. You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change your clothes; then, you go directly to your sleeping bag. Kun turns off the lights and is the last to head out to sleep. You're in the middle of the sleeping bag row. At your side, there's Ten and Yangyang. Lucas went to sleep on the bag that's farther from you. After all that happened during the diner, he clearly doesn't want to be seem as he's desperate for you.

The room is kind of warm because of the fireplace, so you decided to not cover up with the integrated blanket. You use the bag as if it were a plain mattress. All the guys are already sleeping, but you started to scroll your Instagram for some minutes.

Then, you set an alarm and put your phone at your side, finally heading to sleep. That's what you thought, until you feel someone hugging you from behind.

Although some quiet snores resonate on the room, you could clearly heard what that person was whispering to you. "So... you say that I'm not enough for you...?". It's clearly Lucas. "I talk but do nothing, babe?", he continues, caressing your thigh, right below your shorts. "Well, you can prove me what you can do...", you tell him. Then, Lucas grabs your hand and puts it on his bulge. You can feel how his bulge is already so hard. And it's such a big cock, fuck. Exactly how you wanted, Lucas is desperate for you. Now, he doesn't want to do anything but doing what he desired during all the trip. Fuck you.

"That's what I'm planning to do", Lucas says. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, so his bulge presses on your ass. His tall and hunk figure traps your short and curvy body. He slides one of his hands down your shorts and underwear, searching for your tight bussy.

"Babe... you're wearing a thong...?", he says. You really are. You packed a cute pink thong, expecting that this would happen. "Don't you like it?", you reply, smirking. "Fucking slut... You were behaving like such a brat but you actually wanted to be fucked, don't you...?", he whispers to you. Some of the guys are quietly snoring of deeply sleeping, so none of them can hear what you both are talking.

"I guess I'll have to punish you... that's what you want right?", he says, inserting a finger down your bussy and starting to fingerfuck it quickly. You didn't expect he would be going fast that early; but, at the end, you know that he's discharging all his frustration on you, as you were so sassy and brat with him during all the trip. "Ah~ Lucas~ Fuck~ Ah~", you moan whispering. It's so hard to not be able to moan out loud because of the other guys on the room.

"You like it, don't you, whore?", he says, still rough fingering your hole with his long finger. You feel how your bussy quickly stretches for his long finger. After some minutes abusing your hole he inserts another finger. You feel how his both finger rearrange your insides, thrusting back and forth in your rim. "Y-Yes, ah~", you moan.

Minutes later, your bussy is already stretched enough, spasming as it got open wide because of how rough Lucas fingerfucked it. Trying to keep it quiet, he slowly slides down, positioning himself right in front of your ass. He takes off your pants and your thong. Soon, he starts licking your gaping hole. You feel how his hot, trembling tongue swirls your rim and tastes your insides, entering deep inside of you. It just feels so good. His tongue tickles and satisfies your bussy so good.

He keeps eating your ass during some minutes. While he does that, he massages your big butt cheeks, twisting them as he shoves his face in between your buttocks, to eat your hole as much as he can. "Oh, fuck yeah~", you whisper.

Lucas spits on your gaping hole. His saliva enters all the way down your inner walls, lubing them. He spreads it with his mouth, making sure that your bussy stays stretched an wet.

He goes back at fingering your hole, while eating it. With his fingers, he does a scissoring motion inside of you, stretching your bussy. Everytime he takes his fingers out of you, he sucks them, tasting your insides.

The way his big muscles immobilize your tiny frame and his fingers and tongue thrust in and out on your hole already gives you an gigantic amount of pleasure, making you wanna moan out loud like a bitch. It just feels so good, having your hot friend making you feel so good. Even hotter is the fact he's punishing you because you've been so bratty with him. You're so glad of that.

He's being so merciless with your hole. He fingerfucks your gaping bussy so quick. It just feels so fucking good. Some slow gasps comes out from your mouth as you're so aroused right now. Lucas quickly notices it. The fun has just started; it would be a shame if everyone in the room woke up because of your moans and have to stop the action. With his long fingers impregnated with his saliva and your hole scent, he takes them to your face and introduce them on your mouth, silencing you.

You love how his fingers taste, all wet with his delicious saliva. You can also notice the taste of your insides. It's so fucking hot. Yukhei doesn't hesitate on using his other hand to keep fingering your hole while still licking it all. With your bussy gaping that much, he can't resist spitting inside of it repeatedly. "Fill me up~ Yeah~", you whisper.

Some minutes later, Lucas goes back to his original position. Cuddling and trapping you with his muscle figure, he moves your tiny and curvy frame so you're now facing face to face.

Lucas quickly grabs you by your nape and shuts your exhalations with a kiss. His lips, so impregnated with the flavour of your insides, feel so good. He's so rough too; he loves biting your lips. It looks like he wanted to do this since a long time. The lustful kiss makes both of you so horny that you quietly moan inside of his mouth. Your tongue meet his, your salivas dancing between each other mouth.

Lucas pulls out from the kiss. "Now, you will taste what you fucking wanted, babe", he says. "You better choke me with it", you whisper, smirking. Yukhei grabs your head and pushes you down, so your face now is facing right in front of his crotch. Then, you start giving soft kisses on his clothed bulge.

With his hand on your nape, you start licking his bulge up and down. You can clearly feel where his length starts and where his tip is. And yes. It's so fucking huge.

"Fuck, babe...", he says. He takes off his pants and boxers. His huge cock unveils right in front of you. It's thick, long and a little bit darker than his skin tone. Lucas starts hitting your face with his cock, rimming your mouth with his tip. "Open wide", he whispers. "Make me", you reply, shameless.

Lucas' hand slides down to your chin, raising your face a little, so you can now stare directly at his eyes. Then, his fingers go to your mouth, softly grabbing your lips and opening your mouth. Right next, he aligns his cock right on your lips. It didn't take long before he shove his dick on your slutty mouth, making you suck it as he pushes and pulls you by your hair. "Fuck yeah", he says.

You start giving head on Lucas huge cock. He supports by slowly thrusting into your mouth. Hi veiny, thick dick goes in and out on your mouth, leaking his precum over your tongue. It's so delicious. You can taste the flavour of his skin and his tip, along with the spicy of his precum. Your slutty lips retract his foreskin, so his tip touches the back of your throat.

You put one of your hands on his cock, so you can jerk him off while sucking him. As you masturbate him, his precum milks on your tongue. His pace goes faster over time, kind of already fucking your mouth. "No gag reflex? Such a fucking hoe...", he says. And he's right. Having his tasty cock inside of you, why would you mind on gagging? That would wake up the rest of the guys and make you stop the action.

As he fucks your mouth so rough, you drool. Threads of saliva falls on Lucas' balls, then dropping on the sleeping bag. Lucas keeps fuckingg your mouth during some minutes, his tip abusing the end of your throat. Your palate is gonna have some bruises after this. "Fuck yeah~ Such a hoe for me", he says.

Lucas takes off his wet cock out of your mouth and hits your face with it. His huge, delicious dick travels around your face. His tip paints your cheeks and forehead with precum, while the rest of his hot length lays on your face. "Yeah, yeah~ So good~", you moan. After hitting your face with his cock, he goes back to fucking your mouth, thrusting in and out in it. "Suck on my cock, yeah~ Just like that", he whispers.

After some minutes of giving head on Lucas tasty cock, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you back at your previous position, with your butt laying on his cock. "Be prepared", he whispers. "I'm gonna fuck you like nobody ever fucked you".

"You believe you can?", you say, smirking. "Fucking bitch", he says, fingering your hole again with a insanely fast pace. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. He's being so rough. His fingers repeatedly hit your prostate, not letting you even breath correctly.

Now that your bussy is gaping enough, Lucas aligns his big thick cock on your entrance. "It's going all in, like you surely want, my slut", he says. Slowly, he starts introducing his dick inside of you. "Oh my god.. oh my god~", you moan whispering. It's already so huge; and he's only halfway through it.

His tall figure hugs your tiny frame. Your bussy opens wide on his cock, that he's introducing deeper and deeper into you. Your hole stretches to make way for his dick. His veins massage your inner walls, while his tip reaches deep inside of you, passing through your prostate on the way. His balls smack on your big booty as he inserts all of his cock. "Oh yeah~ That's it~", he moans.

Grabbing your curvy bottom with his big hands, he starts thrusting into you, fucking your bussy in a slow pace. You feel how his cock slowly pulls out of your hole, then impaling you with a powerful thrust. He just started fucking you, but you already can't hide your moans anymore. You stop biting your lips, now you just try to moan your pleasure out the quietest you can, hoping that the snores the rest of the guys does covers them.

It feels so fucking good having Lucas fucking you; your bussy is so satisfied by his enormous cock. You feel how a hot pool of arousal builds up on your back, spreading pleasure all oee your body. Both of you start sweating, as both of you are so horny right now. The heat from the fireplace just helps to keep both of you aroused during your steamy sex.

Lucas starts fucking into you faster, but still with a normal pace. His cock goes in and out on your stretched bussy, stimulating your sensitive point; your prostate. Every time he hits that point, you just want to moan out loud from the pleasure. And Lucas fucking know that. He know how he has to thrust to hit that point. Yukhei fucks you with a regular pace, but he makes sure to do precise movements to stimulate you. He just fucks so good, no one ever make you feel like that.

With his big cock rearranging your insides, it's getting obvious that you cannot resist your moans anymore. "...f-fuck~ it feels so good~ ah~", you moan, whispering kinda loud. "Babe~ Don't moan~ Otherwise I would have to stop fucking your bussy, do you want that to happen?", Lucas says, whispering. You keep being fucked so good by he, unable to shut up your moans. "I~ I can't~ You fuck me so good~", you moan low.

"Fuck, you're such a slut you're not even able to shut the fucking up?", he asks, grabbing his dirty briefs, wet with some precum and sweat. He puts them right on your mouth, shutting you up. It smells so good, his masculine odor right on your nose, while his fratboy-like body keeps pounding on you. You're on heaven right now

"Hm~ hm~". Silent moans leave your mouth as Lucas keeps thrusting into you. His large and thick cock enters all deep on your bussy; his tip abusing your prostate as it goes in and out. "You do so good to me babe~ Taking my cock like that~", Yukhei says.

He pulls out and gets his head right behind of your ass again, licking your so fucking gaping bussy. He tastes your insides, impregnated with the flavour of his cock. You feel his tongue playing around your rim, and inserting in on your hole. He's so good at eating your ass; he truly loves it and was so desperate to have it on his face.

After some short minutes, he goes back to fucking you. He aligns his cock with your now more lubed hole and starts thrusting into it, with the same pace as before.

Lucas has a lot of stamina; he keeps fucking you over some long time, not giving any sign of being close to come. Although, you're already a mess. His big cock repeatedly penetrating your hole makes you want to come without even touching yourself. But, everytime he feels you're reaching your climax, he pulls out or sets a slow pace. Sobbing, you murmur inside of Lucas' brief, in order to make him take them out of your face. He does so.

"Y-Yukhei~ Fuck me rough, please. I wanna feel your cum inside of me~", you ask him. "Hm~ You were being such a fucking brat all this time, do you think you deserve my cum?", he whispers. "Well... Do you think you deserve my ass?", you ask, smirking at him.

Such a nice play. "Fucking whore, now you got be mad. Be ready to feel all my fucking milk, slut", he whispers, heavily breathing. Lucas starts pounding on your ass frenetically. His cock is getting in and out your bussy so fucking fast.

"Ah~ Ah~ Yeah! Just like that!", you whisper, moaning. "I told you to shut the fucking up", Lucas says. He pulls out his huge cock out of your hole, and inserts two of his fingers down your bussy. He does some scissoring motion with his fingers inside of you before pressing them upwards, then taking them out of your hole.

Lucas puts his fingers right on your mouth, while he goes back to fuck you rough with his thick and long dick. "This will shut you up for a little, make sure to taste yourself", he whispers. And you do so. You lick Lucas' long fingers, tasting his delicious precum and flavour of his skin and your inner walls. "Hm~".

Lucas keeps drilling your hole. Your bussy is so fucking stretched at this point, his jock body thrusting frenziedly into your tiny and curvy frame. His angry red tip reaches all the way down your hole, abusing your now overstimulated prostate. Your whole body twitches everytime he hits that spot. And he does that repeatedly; you're so messy right now.

The sound of your butt cheeks being hit by his thrusting waist resonate on the cabin. Good thing the guys' snoring cover them, so Lucas has the freedom to fuck you as if there's no tomorrow. His pace goes faster and faster. His fucking large, thick and veiny cock feels so good inside of you. Some tears leak out of your eyes as the big amount of pleasure you feel pools all over your body, making you so happy.

Long minutes later, you feel Lucas pace faltering. He keeps thrusting into you fast, but his movements are getting messier. He takes off his fingers out of your mouth, and puts his hand on your butt, with the other one on your shoulder, in order to take all the control of your small body. You ass jiggles as Yukhei fucks your like that. "Ah~ Yes~", you moan, whispering.

"I-I don't think I can last longer", Lucas tells you, fucking into your buddy rougher and rougher. Some soft moans leave from Yukhei's mouth, arousing your ears. He's reaching his climax; in a matter of seconds, he would come inside of you.

Lucas body starts trembling as the hot pleasure pools on his crotch, ready to fill you up. His pace is so fucking fast and messy right now. You do your best to not moan out loud, but you can't. "AH~ Fill my fucking bussy~!", you moan. "F-Fuck, I'm so close", he says. He gets near your face and grabs you by your chin, pulling you to kiss you in a passionate way. Your moans suddenly shut into sexy screams inside of his mouth.

Lucas can't take it anymore. His body convulses, and his hot cum quickly fills up your insides. You feel how his jizz flows out of his tip, drenching your inner walls, also wetting your prostate and all his length that's still deep inside of you. In fact, his cock twitches inside of you, his veins pumping at the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Yukhei rolls his eyes back as he milks every last drop of his seed inside of you. Your small body convulses as you feel all the thick cum getting inside of you. You're so fucking happy right now, it just feels so good having his milk flowing past your prostate, heating up your body.

It feels so fucking good having his hot seeds inside of you. You were wanting that since a lot of time. And Lucas has been desperate for filling your hole. He has been wishing and flirting with you during months, looking up to finally get the chance of fucking you. Both of you leave some breathy moans, so horny as he reached his climax and you got filled up.

After the electric feeling of his orgasm ends, Lucas hugs you and leaves some passionate kisses on your neck. "Lucky thing, apparently no one woke up, babe", he whispers. "You moaned so fucking loud, such a slut for me~", he continues. "L-Lucas~ You make me so good~", you quietly whimper. "Hm... Don't think he have finished here... Now that I finally get to fuck you, I will fill you up so fucking much", he says. That "warning" turns you on a lot. It already feels so good having his big load inside of you, how would it feel if he keeps coming inside?

Lucas takes off his cock from inside of you. "Bend over and suck it, babe~", he whispers. You move so you're now facing towards him, and bend over to suck his cock. You grab it with one hand and start sucking. It's a explosion of flavours: the taste of his cum, his sweat, his flesh and your insides all combine on your mouth. So fucking delicious. You give head on him on a fast pace, as you just want more and more of his big thick cock.

You swirl your tongue all over his length, sometimes licking his balls. He grabs you by your nape and slowly thrust into your mouth. Combined with your head movements, it makes you take almost all of Lucas' cock in your mouth. It's so fucking tasty.

With Lucas cock all wet again, he takes off his cock again, desperate to insert his cock in your bussy again. "We're gonna change position now, I want to see your cute face while I fuck you~", he says. He grabs your body with his big hands and makes you lay on your back, over the sleeping bag. Then, he gets between your legs, raising them a little so you show him your already abused bussy.

Lucas swirls his tongue on your gaping bussy, tasting his own cum and the flavour of your hole. He looks so happy and desperate doing that. He eats your ass with so much passion; he clearly loves ass. Your ass, to be specific.

You feel how his tongue almost reach your prostate, as he doesn't have any trouble at introducing it deep inside of you as your bussy is so stretched right now. He seems to be licking off his own cum, but in fact; he just mixes it with his saliva inside of his mouth and spits it inside your hole. He's making sure you keep being filled with his fluids.

Lucas insert two of his fingers inside of you. They didn't even struggle to make its way inside of your bussy as it is already gaping enough. He whips the cum and saliva that's inside of you as he fingerfucks your hole. It feels so fucking good, such a pity you can't scream out loud.

After some minutes of Lucas fingerfucking and rimming your already stimulated bussy, he slides himself above your body and aligns his cock on your entrance, being in a missionary-like position. He then introduces his big thick cock again on your hole, starting with an already fast pace. He's so fucking horny and desperate for you. All his frustration for not being able to fuck you before is getting discharged right now. You feel his cock whipping the cum that's already warming your prostate, making you feel so fucking good. A hot pool of pleasure spreads all over your body, making you enter a state of euphoria.

You bite your lips in order to not moan out load; but some quiet whimpers exit your mouth. Lucas, who is quietly growling as he fucks you so rough, shuts your mouth with a passionate kiss, so both of you are now moaning inside each other's throat.

Bad thing is... apparently your euphoric state forgot about taking care of your surroundings. You can hear someone whispering, in a tired voice: "Wh-What's that noise...?". It's Ten voice. Fuck.

The rest of the guys keep snoring, so it's surprising he can hear you fucking. Lucas stays still, with his cock inside of your bussy. He quietly grabs a sheet that's integrated with the sleeping bag to cover both of you.

"I swear I thought someone was moaning, with some femenine voice...", Ten whispers to himself, standing up from his bag. He wips his eyes while walking to the bathroom to refresh himself up. Lucky thing, he's so tired he didn't even noticed both of you.

Lucas does slow movements, fucking you quietly but with precisse thrusts, so his tip does all deep inside of your bussy, brushing your prostate with his pumped veins. So fucking good. He keeps kissing you, trying to shut your quiet moans, softly biting your lips.

Ten comes back from the bathroom. You can't truly see something as you're all covered with the sheets, but you can hear his footsteps, walking towards his bag and going back to sleep. Fuck, it was so close. Ten is so nosy, he would have probably tell everyone about what's going on or even interrupt both of you.

Yukhei goes back at fucking you frenzically, his big cock impalling your tiny figure. He thrusts his hips in and out, his balls clapping against your ass. You can't get enough of him fucking you, fuck. You could fuck with him all day long. He would do that too, honestly. He's just so fucking crazy over your ass.

He bends over to lick your nipples, while introducing one of his fingers on his mouth to keep you silent. You feel how your nipples get stimulated by his mouth. It's so good, he's clearly an expert. Like a sex god. And his fingers taste so good; they're the ones that fingerfucked you long minutes ago, but they still have the flavour of your insides and his cum.

Lucas starts leaving deep breathy moans, his back kind of arching and his thrusts faltering. He's reaching his climax again. After some minutes fucking you with an insane pace, he surprisingly takes off his cock out of your hole and crawls over you, so his cock gets right in front of your face.

"Give me all your cum, please~", you whisper. "Be ready, fucking slut", he replies. He jerks off right in front of your face until he reaches his orgasm. He shots a big thick load of cum over your face. His jizz milks out of his tip at the pace of his heartbeat. Some threads landing on your mouth, others on your cheeks, over your nose, forehead, etc... Soon, most of your face is warm wet with his cum. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

As you open your eyes, you can't just stay still with Lucas' hard cock in front of you. You grab it with one hand and start sucking it, swallowing the cum that's left on his tip. His cum has a spicy flavour, thick texture and warm, that feels so good inside of your tongue and going down your tongue. You give Yukhei a blowjob, his tip reaching the back of your throat, kindly thrusting inside of your mouth making sure his cum actually gets all swallowed.

Minutes later, he takes off his cock out of your mouth. "I still have a lot of cum left... And you didn't even come once. I'm gonna keep going, I know you want that, right bitch?", he whispers. "Y-Yes, Lucas... Keep filling me with your cum, I love it~" you reply, trembling as you're already overstimulated by his cock. "That's what I wanted to hear".

This time, Lucas lifts you up over him, so he's laying on his back over the sleeping bag and you're laying on him, with your head right in front of your cock and your butt over his face. None of you said a word, but already know what's the job of each one. Yukhei starts rimming you yet again, in order to lube your bussy, although it's still wet from his cum and saliva from the previous rimjob he did. You start sucking his cock, with your face still covered with his thick cum.

It tastes so fucking good. You think you can explode from the pleasure right now, having your ass being eaten and your mouth being fucked by Lucas' big thick cock. Long minutes later, all his length is wet with your saliva and the remains of cum that are left from his recent orgasm. Your bussy keeps being filled with cum and saliva, that Lucas whips with his tongue, as he also makes out with your rim.

Minutes later, Lucas grabs your tiny body by your waist and moves your ass so it gets right over his cock. In this position, you're facing at the opposite direction of Lucas' face, bending over so if someone wakes up doesn't easily see that you're riding him. Yukhei keeps laying on the bag, so you're now in charge of action.

Lucas grabs your tiny waist, making you sit in his cock. Soon, your ass is bouncing on Lucas' crotch as you ride his cock. Your bussy gets so fucking stretched in this position, as his cock enters all deep inside of you. Your inner walls soon get abused by his lenght, your overstimulated prostate already giving you shockwaves of pleasure again.

You ride his cock as if it were your favourite dildo, but in fact is bigger and thicker than that. Fuck. It feels so good, you could be bouncing on it all day long. Some heat starts pooling on your belly. Your orgasm is near. It's already a good time to come; your bussy is filled with cum and your face is drenched with it too, with your prostate still being abused.

Lucas starts trembling again. Fuck, yes, he's reaching his climax again. You can't see him, but he's having his best moment. All he sees is your big ass and part of your back bouncing on his big cock, satisfying him. He enjoys so much fucking you, it's natural that he's gonna come again inside of you.

Yukhei grabs your back and pulls you, so you're now laying over him entirely. He starts kissing your neck, leaving hickeys that will stay there during some time. There's no time to think about covering them right now. All you can think right now is Lucas' cock making you feel so fucking good. Your back touches Lucas' rock hard abs, making you even more aroused.

Your orgasm starts building up. As Yukhei freneticly thrusts into you with his big thick cock, your prostate sends waves of pleasure all over your body. Soon, your already hard cock starts twitching. You reach your climax, shooting thick loads of cum over your own body. Now, not only your face is covered with cum, you chest and tummy too. You're so overstimulated that you didn't even moan out load, you just leave deep broken breaths as you feel your cum flowing out of your dick.

Lucas got so turned out by what just happened, that his back arches while doing a powerful thrust inside of you, coming again inside of your bussy. You feel how another load of cum fills your insides again, meeting the cum from his first orgasm. The feeling you've right now can't be defined; you just feel how you're becoming more and more filled by him. "Fuck, fuck... I love fucking you so much, fucking whore... I swear, I need to keep going~", he says. "Keep going... please... I can't get enough of you, I fucking love your cock so much~", you reply.

"I love seeing you feeling so well by me... I think I also love you...", Lucas says, blushing. "... I think I love you too, Yukhei... you make me feel so well...", you reply, softly smiling.

Lucas and you spent some more time having sex until both of you fell asleep as fucking so much got both of you tired and sweating. Both of you ended laying on your side, with Lucas cock still inside of your bussy, cockwarming it. You obviously didn't think about what's going to happen the next morning. But, honestly, you don't care. Fuck it.

You wake up, with nobody around. There's actually no one in the cabin. The sunrays strike over your body, waking up Yukhei too. As you slowly start processing what's happening right now, you see a note right beside of you.

"Guys... we've nothing wrong with both of you (...) doing those things... but you can keep in private... we can book another room or ask a local for a near motel... please don't disturb us again... - Kun.

I can't believe it... y/n... I thought Lucas was annoying you... now you're doing nasty things with him... =( ... I'm so dissapointed... Lucas... you're so disgusting... - Xiaojun.

I actually saw both of you fucking, do you think you're ghosts? That covering yourselves would make me not see you? Althought, had a great time jerking off while seeing both of you ;) - Ten."

Well, at least now you have more time to fuck with him.

[itsmejee]

MASTERLIST

hi everyone, my name is jee!

my blog consists of short drabbles, one-shots, and short and or long series from many different fandoms of k-pop bands, television shows ranging from chinese, japanese, and korean dramas and fantasies.

i write for male readers only—sub male readers specifically for smut related content.

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[oracle-of-dream]

hi can you do a xiaojun x male reader smut?

I totally can, I've already been trying to write something for him so I'll put it here! It's gonna be in parts so hang tight <3

Never Really Alone

Minors DNI

Summary: A feeling, at the corner of your mind. Always with you–even when you know you're alone. Someone's watching you, following you, getting closer...

Warnings: Male Reader, Stalking, Thunderstorms, Psychological terror, Fear of darkness

Wordcount: 1.5k

As your eyes opened, dark circles under them, you felt it again. The same feeling you've been experiencing for the last few weeks. It feels like you're never truly alone–someone you can't see is always with you. At first, you believed it was just the feeling of settling into your new apartment. You moved in about a month ago, but the feeling followed you outside your apartment.

At Work. The Cafe. Walking down streets. Everywhere you went.

It was to the point that you couldn't stop looking over your shoulder, even in broad daylight. You'd bought a taser, keeping it with you always even when you went to bed. The extra security still never was enough to make you feel safe enough.

You didn't have anyone to talk to about it. You'd just moved because you started a new job, if you told any of your coworkers they'd think you're crazy. Calling your parents was out of the question, they'd see it as a reason to bring you back home. You even thought about seeing a therapist. You could only text your friends from back home, they made you feel heard but couldn't do anything to help you. You were alone.

Work was the only time that you felt okay. You were surrounded by people who were at least semi-familiar, and it made you feel comfortable. But one night, after a long day of work, there was chatter about a get-together of all your coworkers.

"Y/n, you'll come, right?" Your team lead asked.

"No, I'm sorry, not tonight. I... have to look after my cousin tonight," You lied.

Your coworkers didn't press you for more as they left to enjoy each other's company, leaving you alone again. Almost alone. The feeling returned as you walked out of the work building, rushing to get home. The clouds were dark, thunder sounded in the distance, and rain was coming. You liked the rain, the soft sound of rain distracted you from feeling watched. It sometimes even made you smile, having something else to be focused on for a change.

As you got to your apartment, hustling up the stairs, a man stood outside your door. It was your landlord, Xiaojun. He was a thinner man, with black hair, always having a tired look in his eyes–like he never slept, draped in a black sweater you had always seen him in. He was standing outside your door, holding a bundle of mail.

"Hi, y/n," His voice was deep and soothing. "I noticed you hadn't picked up your mail in a while, so I wanted to drop it off."

"Thank you, that's so nice." You put on a smile as you took the mail from him.

"Have a good night, watch out for the storm. I've heard some people have had outages. Call me if anything happens," Xiaojun said as he walked down the hallway before descending the stairs.

You entered your apartment and closed the door, sighing in relief. Xiaojun was a nice man, and you felt safe around him. He offered your apartment to you at a discounted rate, after mentioning how expensive all the others were. He always went out of his way to make you feel comfortable. He also looked pretty handsome when he wasn't super tired.

You put the mail on the counter and then realized–the feeling was gone. You didn't feel like you were being watched... The urge to break down and cry was too powerful as you sobbed silently. Your chest had a weight lifted off of it. But your celebration was short-lived. As soon as you started changing out of your work clothes, you felt a sharp coldness run up your back. It was back. Now you wanted to cry for different reasons.

You took your taser out of your bag and took it with you as you swept through your apartment, just like every day, checking your home. But, just like always, you never found anyone.

You returned to your mail and started to sort it right as your lights went out. Xiaojun mentioned power outages so this is probably it. The storm must've knocked it right out. You stumbled through the darkness that invited itself into your home until you found your phone–Xiaojun asked you to call him if anything happened so he must have a way to fix it...

The phone rang as you waited for him to pick up, the sound of the rain getting louder and less friendly.

"Hello?" Xiaojun's voice came out of your phone.

"Hi Xiaojun, it's y/n, we just spoke?"

"Of course, I know who you are, silly. Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, you told me to call if my power went out. Is there anything you can do about this?"

Xiaojun was silent for a moment. "I can get a flashlight, and bring it to you if you don't have one. I'll also check your power box, in your laundry room, to see if the circuit tripped."

"I'd appreciate it." You hung up the phone and waited by the door for Xiaojun to arrive. You opened it cautiously as you heard the knock, your camera for the front door was also not working so you couldn't see who it was unless you opened it. A flashing beam of light hit your eyes as they tried to adjust.

"Sorry about that, y/n. I didn't mean to shine you like that." Xiaojun's voice rumbled dryly. You blinked a few times, waiting for the dazzling sensation to fade.

"It's alright, come in," You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. You felt Xiaojun's arms hold you as he shifted past you, pushing the door with his broad shoulder. You shut the door and followed him as he navigated your apartment, using the flashlight to light the way.

"You live here alone, right?" Xiaojun asked, trying to make conversation.

"Yes, that's right."

"What about your parents?"

"They're far away... I moved out here for a job opportunity, but I'm still trying to see if it was all worth it." You shivered, "What about you?"

"My father passed away, leaving the building for me to rent out."

Xiaojun got to the breaker box and opened it. "Hold this for me?" He handed you the flashlight so he could use both hands to work. You didn't know much about what was happening as he fiddled with wires. "Got a girlfriend?"

"Not really my type."

"Boyfriend?"

"No, I don't have anyone in my life like that..." You sighed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to–I was just wondering." Xiaojun tried to change the subject, "So how do you like the apartment?"

"It's nice. Cozy."

"Really? No issues, at all? You're the only tenant who doesn't complain about something in their apartment."

"Well..." You hesitated, thinking about the feeling. This was your chance to talk about it. For someone to finally understand. "There's been this... one thing."

"Oh?" Xiaojun said without looking at you.

Your jaw tightened. "I've been having a weird feeling since I moved in. Like I've been followed. It started in the apartment, then went outside. I only don't notice it when I'm at work..."

"That's strange. I haven't heard anything on the news or something. You should be careful, is there any other time you feel okay?"

You blushed at the answer, "Well, I don't feel it now."

"Now?"

"I think it's because you're here?"

"So I'm making you feel safe?" Xiaojun chuckled. "That's so cute. I'll keep you safe, anytime." Xiaojun smiled, trying to focus but couldn't stop thinking about you. He sucked his teeth in frustration. "I think I need to grab a tool, can you hold this in place? It's gotta stay like this for me to fix it." You nodded as Xiaojun guided your hand over his, pressing down on a bundle of wires. "Okay, I'll be right back, so stay put." Xiaojun hopped to his feet, taking the flashlight with him as he left you in the dark. The second you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore, your chest started filling with anxiety. You felt incredibly vulnerable, and you'd left your taser in the kitchen–not wanting to scare your landlord with it. Your breathing got heavier, shadows danced in your vision, and your hands shook as they were glued to the wires.

Then you felt it. The feeling, creeping up your back, was the most intense you'd ever felt. You couldn't hear or see anything, but every hair on your body stood on end.

"W-who's there!?" You shouted into the darkness.

The darkness responded with nothing but dead silence.

You could run to the kitchen, grab your taser, and hide somewhere. But what if you attack Xiaojun by mistake? You needed something, anything. Your mind raced, but even in your panic, you could hear something. Someone breathing. They were excited, ready for you to fight back. You felt more helpless than before. You were doomed from the start. They stepped into the laundry room, finally making a singular footstep.

You stood, trying to see who it was, but only saw a shadow. There was sudden pain, and then darkness.

You were knocked out cold...

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[mint-yooxgi]

Can you please do a part 3 of yandere kings wayv.

Anonymous said: pt.3 of yan wayv x maid reader?? I love you 🥺❤️

Part One, Part Two

***

Another day, another instance where you find yourself in the library, though this time, for a completely different reason. Luckily for you, today just so happens to be one of your rare days off, and like every free day you have, you opt to spend it in a place you love.

Letting out a content hum, you lean further back into your seat, a book perched precariously on your lap.

"Fancy meeting you here," a voice calls your attention from beside the stacks to your left and you look up to see King Sicheng walking over to you.

"Your Majesty," just as you go to stand and bow to him in greeting, he motions for you to stop.

"Please," he smiles kindly, "call me Sicheng."

You nod, "if that is your desire."

Oh, Sicheng has many desires when it comes to you, but he'll settle for this, for now.

Sitting across from you, he goes to speak once more, only to be cut off by a voice from the entranceway.

"I didn't realize you would be here."

Looking over, you see King Ten, as well as the three princes walking towards you. His gaze is especially pointed towards Sicheng, until he turns his head to smile, almost lovingly, at you.

"What brings you to the library today?" Yangyang inquires, a new spring to his step as he sees you politely greeting everyone.

"Well, Your Highness, it's my day off so I'm doing what I always do," you reply, raising the book slighting in your hands as further indication.

"Your day off, you say?" Ten hums, his eyes flashing with an idea.

Only, before he, or anyone else can speak, Lucas is beating them all to it.

"If it's your day off, then it'd be no trouble at all to join me for a walk in the gardens. Right?" His wide-eyed, hopeful look has you blinking in response.

"I suppose not-"

"Do you enjoy reading?" Sicheng cuts in, before Hendery, or anyone else for that matter, could.

"Yes." You turn to smile at him and Sicheng swears his heart is about to burst right out of his chest. "It's my favourite pastime."

"You often spend your days off in the library?" Hendery asks, sitting in one of the chairs closest to you while the others either glare at him or Sicheng.

"Quite often," you confirm. "Though usually, I'm alone."

Again, you share a smile with Sicheng which has the other's brisling.

"Is he bothering you?" Yangyang frowns.

"Not at all!" You're quick to respond. "I rather enjoy Sicheng's company."

The four males around you tense, while Sicheng positively revels in the way you've said his name.

"So, you two are on a first name basis, now, huh?" Ten asks, seemingly nonchalantly as he turns to glare at Sicheng who is positively radiating smugness at the moment.

"You never address any of us by our names." Lucas pouts, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"You've never asked." You shrug, settling back into your spot as you crack open your book once more.

"Ah," a new voice cuts the tension from the entranceway, "I thought I'd find you here."

Closing your eyes for the briefest of moments, you let out a puff of air through your nose. One day of peace to read by yourself was all you asked, but it seems wherever you go, four kings and three princes are sure to follow.

Sparing a glance to the entranceway one more, you see both King Kun and King Xiaojun walking over to where everyone has gathered around you. You notice Kun holding another book in his hand, just like last time.

"Your Majesty," you meet Xiaojun's eyes before glancing at Kun, "My King."

"I should know by now that you're always here on your days off," Kun hums. "Though I do wish you'd accept my offer and use my private reading chamber once in a while. It gets lonely without you."

The six men around you share a look of disbelief, especially when you seemingly avert your gaze, suddenly shy.

"Like you've said," you murmur, "it's for private use only. I wouldn't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense," Kun replies. "You know that you're welcome anytime."

The corners of your lips tug upwards slightly at the sides. A fact which none of them miss.

"What was it that you were all just discussing?" Xiaojun asks casually, wanting to steer the conversation in a different direction rather than continue to watch Kun shamelessly flirt with you in front of him.

Ten's eyes flash, "just the fact that Sicheng here feels like he's the only one entitled to be called by his name by our favourite person here."

Immediately, Xiaojun narrows his eyes at the older male sitting on the couch, while Kun turns to look at you with amusement shining in his eyes. "Is that so?"

"I already told you," you again reply with a shrug. "He asked."

Catching on to what each of the others are about to ask you, Kun cuts in, calling your name to catch your attention, "do you have any more recommendations for me?"

Your eyes light up and you practically bounce out of your seat, book forgotten on the cushion next to you. "Do I ever!"

The six other males blink, noting your change in demeanour at the question Kun has just posed. Why hadn't they thought of that sooner? Obviously you like to read, otherwise you wouldn't be in the library on your days off.

"How did you like the last one?" You ask, already standing and walking over to him, the others seemingly long forgotten.

As Kun launches into a full on review of the last book he read, the two of you disappear behind the stacks. The six others share a look.

"No wonder they're so close," Yangyang mumbles.

Xiaojun sighs, sitting down on the couch you've just vacated, "at least we know another common interest."

Not even ten minutes later, you round the corner of the shelf you disappear behind, a soft smile on your face. Though this time, Kun is nowhere to be found.

"Remind me to ask you when I need a book to read," Sicheng grins, a chuckle falling from his lips in the next moment as you avert your gaze bashfully.

"I'd be happy to recommend as many as you'd like," you reply, moving back over to your spot once more.

Sitting back down on the cushion, you grab your previously discarded book. Just as you open the page to get back to reading, a voice catches your attention.

"Is it unusual for others to ask you to call them by their names?" Ten inquires casually, though the others know his statement is calculated, each also waiting with bated breath for your answer.

"Depends on who is asking." You tell them. "Another staff member? No. Another royal? A little, though it's not rare."

Xiaojun's eyes flash. "Has Kun?"

"Has he what?" You quirk a brow, tilting your head ever so slightly as you meet his gaze.

"Has he ever asked you to call him by his name?" Hendery asks, sounding casual, though on the inside he can barely stop himself from shaking.

"Of course." Your singular nod confirms it.

Lucas blinks, clearing his throat. "Have you?"

Just as he asks this, Kun rounds the corner, his own brow raised at the conversation he's just walked in on. No one has seemed to notice his presence. No one, except you.

"Of course." Your answer has a smirk tugging at Kun's lips. "Though I mainly use it when the two of us are alone."

The six males around you stiffen, minds wandering as to the circumstances that would lead you to calling out Kun's name while alone. Envy, jealousy, and anger all swirl within their chests.

"I have to admit," Sicheng hums, "that makes me jealous."

"Jealous?" Your brow furrows. "Why would that make you jealous?"

"Because he has something that we all want." Xiaojun replies.

"What could he possibly have that you do not?" You voice, incredulous.

Ten is the only one lucky enough to meet your gaze. "You."

[onlymingyus]

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🍑Smut/Mature/Suggestive 🍓Fluff 🍍Angst 🍒 Poly/Multiple 🍊 MLM/Male Reader 🍋 Toxic 🍌 Comedy

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The Missing Yogurt - Jun 🍌

ATEEZ

Make-Out - Hongjoong 🍑

Good Lil Boy ft Yunho - Hongjoong 🍑🍒 🍊 

Make-Out - Seonghwa 🍑  

Make-Out - Yunho 🍑

Day 8 – Bulge Kink - Yunho 🍑

Tell Me What You Want - Yunho 🍑

We Have Company ft Younghoon (The Boyz) 🍑🍒 🍊 

Make-Out - Yeosang 🍓

Good Morning - Yeosang 🍑🍓

Make-Out - San 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - San 🍑

Make-Out - Mingi 🍓

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Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Jongho 🍑  

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The Party - Dami 🍑

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GOT7

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MAMAMOO

Decanting - Solar 🍑

MONSTA X

Make-Out - Shownu 🍑

Make-Out - Minhyuk 🍑

Make-Out - Kihyun 🍑

Make-Out - Hyungwon 🍑 🍍

Make-Out - Joohoney 🍑

Make-Out - I.M. 🍑

Day 24 – Breeding Kink - I.M. 🍑

Day 30 – Mutual Masturbation - I.M 🍑

NCT

NCT Dream Reaction: Cockwarming

NCT Dream Reaction: Pregnant

WayV Reaction: Making Out Interruption

Make-Out - Taeyong 🍓

Day 16 – Spanking - Taeyong 🍑

Make-Out - Taeil 🍓

Make-Out  - Johnny 🍑🍓

I Got Whisky  - Johnny 🍑🍓

Professor Suh - Johnny 🍑🍓

Lesson Learned (ft Jaehyun) - Johnny 🍑🍒 🍍

The Present (ft. Jaehyun) - Johnny 🍑🍒 🍍

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Yuta 🍑  

Pay Attention - Yuta 🍑

Make-Out  - Kun 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Kun 🍑

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Kun 🍑

Make-Out - Doyoung 🍑

Dom!Doyoung - Doyoung 🍑   

Make-Out - Ten 🍑🍓

Big Chance - Ten 🍓

On the Desk - Jaehyun 🍑

Day 20 – Exhibition/Voyeurism (ft Jungwoo) - Jaehyun 🍑🍒

Make-Out - WinWin 🍑

Make-Out - Lucas  🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1- Lucas 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Mark 🍑🍓

Perfect Timing #1 - Mark 🍑🍓

Perfect Timing #2 - Mark 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Xiaojun 🍑🍓

Day 10 – Sexting - Xiaojun 🍑

Make-Out - Hendery 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Renjun 🍑🍓

You’re Making Me... - Renjun 🍑🍓

Glad I Could Be of Service #1 - Renjun 🍓

Glad I Could Be of Service #2 - Renjun 🍑🍓

Day 2 – Dirty Talk - Renjun 🍑

Make-Out  - Jeno 🍑🍓

Food Fight (ft Jaemin) - Jeno 🍑🍒 🍊 

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Jeno 🍑

His Fingers - Jeno 🍑

Request Blurb #1 - Jeno 🍑🍋🍍

Thanks to Nugget #1 - Jeno 🍑🍓

Thanks to Nugget #2  - Jeno 🍑🍓

Make-Out - Haechan 🍑

Shooting His Shot #1 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍  

Shooting His Shot #2 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍  

Shooting His Shot #3 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍  

Shooting His Shot #4 - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍

Shooting His Shot #5 - Haechan 🍑

Condom Tragedy - Haechan 🍑🍌

My Bed, My Rules (ft. Jaemin) - Haechan - 🍑🍒 🍊 

Dom!Haechan - Haechan 🍑

Request Blurb #1 - Haechan 🍑

Stay Still - Haechan 🍑🍌

You Got My Number - Haechan 🍑🍓 🍍

Day 18 – Wax Play - Haechan 🍑

Make-Out - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Adventure #3  - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Jaemin 🍑

More Than One Night #1 - Jaemin 🍑

More Than One Night #2 - Jaemin 🍑🍓  

More Than One Night #3 - Jaemin 🍓  

More Than One Night #4 - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Happy Birthday, Jaemin - Jaemin 🍑🍓

Make-Out - YangYang 🍑

Boob Play - YangYang 🍑

Make-Out - Shotaro 🍑🍓

Day 14 – Double Penetration (ft. Chenle) - Sungchan 🍑

Make-Out - Chenle 🍑

Yo, Nice Skirt - Chenle 🍑

Daddy’s Baby #1 - Chenle 🍑🍓  

Daddy’s Baby #2 - Chenle   🍑

Make-Out - Jisung 🍓     

Taking It Slow [pt 1]  - Jisung 🍑🍓  

Taking It Slow [pt 2]  - Jisung 🍑🍓

Taking It Slow [pt 3]  - Jisung 🍑🍓

Taking It Slow [pt 4]  - Jisung 🍑🍓                         

PENTAGON

Day 6 – Degradation - Hui 🍑

Breathe For Me - Jinho 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Shinwon 🍑

Day 26 – Hate Sex - Yanan 🍑🍋

Between Friends (ft. Vernon of Seventeen) 🍑🍒

STRAY KIDS

Make-Out - Bang Chan 🍑

Mind Over Matter - Bang Chan 🍑

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Bang Chan 🍑

We’ll Just Have To Share (3Racha) 🍑🍒

Red Lights (ft. Hyunjin) - Bang Chan 🍑🍒      

Sous-Chef - Lee Know 🍓

Make-Out - Lee Know 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Lee Know 🍑

Earn It - Lee Know 🍑

Make-Out - Changbin 🍑

Choose Your Own Adventure #2 - Changbin 🍑

Make-Out - Hyunjin 🍑

Day 12 – Cuckolding (ft Felix) - Hyunjin 🍑🍒

Make-Out - Han 🍓

Day 22 – Somnophilia - Han 🍑

8:22 (male reader) - Han 🍑🍊 

Make-Out - Felix 🍑

Day 4 – Breath Play - Felix 🍑

Make-Out - Seungmin 🍑🍓

Make-Out - I.N 🍓                              

THE BOYZ

Public Sex with The Boyz

The Guest ft Q - Jacob 🍑🍒🍓

Looking for Me? - Jacob 🍑🍓

Make a Wish (ft Kevin) - Jacob 🍑🍓🍊 

Merry Christmas Jacob - Jacob -  🍑🍓

We Have Company ft Yunho (Ateez) - Younghoon 🍑🍒🍊 

Just a Little Jealousy - Younghoon 🍑🍓 🍍

Merry Christmas Younghoon - Younghoon 🍑🍓

Day 28 -- Anal Sex - Hyunjae 🍑

Make-Out - Kevin 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Adventure #1 - Kevin 🍓

Summer On the Court - Kevin 🍑🍓 🍍  

Make-Out - Q 🍑🍓

Choose Your Lyrics #1 - Q 🍑🍓

Choose Your Own Lyrics #1 - Sunwoo 🍑

Pure Luck - Sunwoo 🍑🍓   

Merry Christmas Eric - Eric 🍑   

TWICE

Spoil You - Nayeon  🍑

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