#dejun smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And within the next half hour, you have it. 

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

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

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

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

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

You do your damn best to find out. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck are you glad you did this. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If you notice any errors or if you feel I should include some more tags/content warnings, please let me know!

You caught sight of his lean torso. The smattering of black hair that wound down his abs made you dizzy.

Xiaojun watched as you stared at him.

“Like what you see?” he said, grinning widely.

“Hell yeah.” You licked your lips. “Come here, baby. Give mama a taste.”

Xiaojun scrunched up his face, cheeks warming.

“Stop objectifying me!” he said, covering his face in mock horror.

You stuck out your tongue. “Shh, you love it.”

Although Xiaojun angled his body away from you, he was smiling. But in doing so, he erevealed his muscled back, which only made your mouth water more.

You jumped up off the couch and ran towards your boyfriend.

You grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face you. Then, you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight against your chest.

Xiaojun wriggled in your arms, whining. “Let go, I’m so sweaty!”

You just pulled him closer, whispering, “It’s a good thing I’m thirsty for you.”

Xiaojun laughed, relaxing his body completely against yours. You could feel every muscle pushed up against you. It made your heart pound.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty,” Xiaojun whispered, his low voice sending shockwaves to your core. “I don’t give this to just anybody. Now let’s get naked, get in the shower, and you can show me how much you love this body…”

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MAIN MASTERLIST

You've known Dejun for quite some time now, he's been in your friend group since forever, and now you've been dating for almost a year. The relationship goes pretty well, there's nothing much to complain about besides the usual stuff, like him taking his socks off first thing when he comes home and leaving them there. But you don't actually care about that. The whole relationship is pretty conventional.

What you'd not consider conventional is your almost obsessive attraction to one part of his body. There is just something about his ass that sets a fire inside of you. It doesn't even need to be in a sexual way, you just need to touch it. Anywhere, anytime.

Dejun's not bothered by your obsession with his butt, though he finds it kind of funny. You don't think it's funny. You just wish there'd be something that could scratch that itch when it comes to touching his bottom. Of course, it's amazing, it's plush and beautiful every time you get your hands on him, squeezing the flesh between your fingers. It's so satisfying, but I can't ever still your entire thirst.

One time, you're laying in bed together, one thing led to another, and after a heavy make-out session, you find your place in between his spread thighs, licking stripes along and stroking his cock. Dejun whimpers, bucking his hips to gain more friction that you don't give him. Instead, you completely let go of his cock and lick around his balls instead. You know he's sensitive there, and you just love the high-pitched whines that erupt from his throat.

Your hands wander over the expanse of his strong thighs that are so soft to the touch, stroking him up and down while circling your tongue around his balls. Pulling him closer to you, you lift his legs so they're angled, and you suddenly realize that this gives you the perfect opportunity to fondle his ass.

Dejun laughs weakly at this, but then you move your tongue a little too low, licking a fat stripe over his perineum. Dejun's chuckle dies in his throat, immediately replaced with a throaty whine. Of course, your eyebrows perk up at this, immediately creating eye contact with the due to lust lidded eyes of your boyfriend. He doesn't make any attempt to stop you, so you do it again. And again. And again. And every time, he reacts just the same, as if it's the best feeling in the world.

Testing the waters, you move even lower, then decide to lick over his hole. At this, Dejun suddenly sits up, eyes wide as he looks at you still between his thighs, and he's panting heavily.

"Bad?"

"No. Really, really fucking good," he breathes out, and you press your hand to his chest to push him back onto his back to go back to business.

After some time of you testing everything out, getting his asshole all wet and him all needy and whiney, you wonder if he'd let you go a little further. Carefully, without removing your tongue, you circle your finger around his rim. Too lost in pleasure, Dejun doesn't even open his eyes, but continues to bless your ears with his gentle noises of lust.

You circle your finger around his hole until you're satisfied, then gently push against the ring muscle. It slips in easily, and you're glad you cut your nails just the other night, and Dejun groans so heavenly at the feeling of being filled that you believe you've wetted through your panties and onto the sheets with how hot he looks, sounds and feels.

"Feel good, yeah?" Your voice is gentle, you feel like if you speak too loudly or harshly, you'd scare him away and he wouldn't let you near his ass ever again. But he groans in response, nodding quickly while biting onto his lower lip. His hips are circling into the mattress, trying to gain 1) some friction on his cock and 2) more friction in his ass.

Carefully, you ease your finger deeper inside, carefully watching Dejun's face for any traces of hurt or discomfort, but you find none. He seems to be as much into this as you are.

"Baby," you whisper, delivering another kiss to his thigh before you climb up his body, your finger never leaving his hole. "You're doing so well. Would you be so good and turn around for me?"

Hazily, Dejun nods, presses a chaste kiss to your lips while you remove your finger from him. Soon, he presents himself to you, ass in the air in perfect view for you.

"Fucking hell, you're so fucking hot, Junnie," you sigh before diving back in. You don't know what it is exactly, but the scent and taste of him is just so incredibly arousing that you can't seem to stop. His whines and moans only spur you on further to spit on his hole and plunge your finger back in.

With the position he's in now, you can appreciate his ass even more. While one of your hands is busy fingering him, gradually slipping in deeper to force those pretty sounds out of him, your other hand is kneading at his cheeks. Without hesitation, you'd consider this the best moment of your entire life.

"More, deeper," Dejun whines, and it goes straight to your core. Who are you to deny him such a request? Using a little more spit, you push deeper until your whole digit is sat inside him. Dejun pushes his hips back in an attempt to gain even more friction, so you decide to feel his insides up and down a little.

You move your finger around, then decide: why not add another? So you do, spitting on his hole once more before slowly pushing another finger inside. Dejun grabs onto the sheets, his whines now muffled cue to the fact that he's buried his face in the pillows, hips pushing back against your hand.

"So good for me, my pretty boy," you tell him, noticing how his tensed shoulders relax a little at your words, "you're taking my fingers so well. God you look so hot like this, you have such a pretty ass, baby."

"Please," Dejun whimpers, and you understand what he wants. Your second finger is now pushed in to the max as well, allowing you to carefully move them around again. Carefully, you press upwards, massaging his walls from the inside, then flick your wrist a little before turning your hand around completely.

Gently, you press down, and that's when Dejun let's out the loudest moan of the night. You assume you must've found his prostate.

"So sensitive, baby, does it feel that good?"

"Yes," Dejun turns his head to the side, and you notice that he's been drooling. God, what did you do to deserve a boyfriend this hot?

"Want me to keep going?"

"Please."

You do not have to be told twice, fingers teasing around the area before you push down on the same spot again. Dejun flinches, eyes rolling back as a loud moan tumbles out of him. "More, please, keep going."

Of course, you do. After a few more experimental flicks of your wrist, you finally find a rhythm that works for both your wrist and Dejun. He's whimpering, moaning loudly, and rolling his hips deeper into your touch. Your other hand still feels up his ass, but occasionally strokes over his back and thighs in an attempt to calm him. The situation and the new sensation must be overwhelming for him.

"Do you think you can cum like this-"

"Yes, fuck, yes, keep going, ohmygod-"

With a smile, you keep your motion, though increase the pace a little and pushing down a little harder each time. Dejun is incoherently babbling and you swear that you could cum from the sight alone.

Not long after, Dejun's moans have turned much higher pitched, and he's asking you to, whatever you do, just not stop.

"Yes- r-right there, 'm c-" Dejun tenses visibly, back straightening as he groans out deeply, and you can feel him clenching around your fingers as he cums. You stroke him through it, telling him what a good boy he is for you until he calm down.

"I'll be right back," you say, running to the bathroom to wash your hands and get something to clean him up with. Once you return, he's sitting there, on his knees, eyes still hazy.

"Thank you," he says once you're in reach, and he pulls you closer to kiss you, "now let me make you feel good too."

Dejun always brought you as a plus one to things, it was a given since you had been dating for a while now. Donghyuck had coerced into joining the vampire troop even though you and Dejun originally planned to do some form of couple costume. You had no idea what Dejun had ended up deciding on for a costume, he actually refused to tell you and wanted to surprise you. A knock at your apartment door catches your attention and when you answer it there’s your boyfriend waiting for you.

“Venom?” you giggle, “Why don’t you have your mask on?”

“Do you not want to see my face?” he teases back.

“Of course I do,” you place a sweet kiss on his lips, “I just find it amusing that you’re wearing a Venom bodysuit with no mask.”

He shakes his head at you and pulls you against him in a tight hug. You didn’t realize just how muscular your boyfriend had become in the past few months, when you first started dating he was rather thin. You would get on to him about not eating enough (when in reality he ate plenty), but now you can feel his muscular arms wrapping around you and your head resting against his much more present chest muscles. That’s the moment you knew you were in for a long night. You don’t realize that your extremely pale makeup would transfer onto his black costume until it was too late. You pull your face away from him and see a patch on his chest where your makeup was smeared on the fabric. You sigh and look up at Dejun with a pout on your face. He looked down and looked back at you and smiled.

“Baby, it’s not a big deal, it’s a halloween party and you’re always hugging me, I expected makeup to be on me at some point by the end of the night.” he reassures you, “Let’s just head over there you know Haechan is waiting to steal you away from me.” he laughs as you exit your apartment.

The entire drive there you couldn’t get your mind off of how attractive he looked, even just sitting beside you. He still wasn’t wearing his mask, his hair was loose in his face. Each time he leaned forward to look at his phone he would push his hair out of his face. It took every fiber of your being not to kiss him right then and there. Your eyes slowly move from his face down his arms and landing on where his hands hold his phone. You couldn’t see his actual skin (un)fortunately for his costume but you can already tell that the veininess on his hands was on a level that would make you drool. You were so focused on trying to avoid your unholy thoughts you hadn’t even realized you had arrived at the venue. The thing that brings you back to earth is a squeal that could only come from one person.

“Y/n” he screams, practically diving into the car, “how dare you come so late!”

“Hi Hyuckie, I would’ve been earlier but someone didn’t pick me up earlier.” you nod towards Dejun.

“Do not pin this on me,” he sasses, “you never told me an actual time.”

His voice was muffled as he spoke the last part, being in the process of finally putting his mask on. You turned towards him ready to playfully dig at him again when Haechan grabs your wrist dragging you in the opposite direction, just like Dejun said he would. You stumble as he drags you to wherever you are going. He suddenly stops and gives you no warning, making you run directly into someone. When you regain your balance fully and look up there’s none other than the Jung Jaehyun with just as deadly pale makeup on as yourself. You give him an awkward laugh before taking a step back to see the rest of the members dressed as vampires. You quickly take into account that Jungwoo was again dressed as a woman and more gorgeous than most women you know, if not all of them. He also managed to talk Taeyong into being his male counterpart for the night. They had come as Bella and Edward, beside them Jaehyun still stood completely unmoved from when you had ran into him. At some point Haechan had left your side and was doting on both Jungwoo and Taeyong for no apparent reason.

“Hello y/n” Jaehyun’s baritone voice greets, “it’s nice to see that at least your makeup doesn’t get everywhere like ours does.”

“It actually does, it’s probably all over Dejun though.” you giggle.

“Oh? You two have a bit of fun before showing up late?” he teases.

“No, no! Nothing like that!” you turn the shade of a tomato even through your makeup, “I just hugged him and his costume turned white.”

Jaehyun continued to tease you throughout the entire process of taking pictures with all of you that dressed as vampires. At one point even Haechan joined in on the teasing, Taeyong shut him down though rather quickly telling him to focus on pictures. And just as promised, Donghyuck still wouldn’t leave your side like a lost puppy, the moment pictures were over, he clung to your arm begging you to go get food with him. Despite your protests, you end up standing in the buffet line with him as he stacked three plates high with food. You grab a few small snacks along the way, you jump when you feel someone place their hand on your waist.

“It’s me, I know Hyuck stole you away but I wanted to check in on you.” Dejun says quietly, kissing your cheek.

“I’m okay,” you smile, “did you get too hot wearing your mask?”

He hums in response, “There’s a lot of people here, plus some people had absolutely no idea who I was with it on. Johnny thought I was a random trainee that got invited at first.” he laughs.

Just like before, mid conversation Donghyuck drags you away to eat with him rather than let you talk to your boyfriend. As he housed his food, random artists from different groups came by and chatted for a few moments before needing to eat or film something for the company. Your eyes follow Dejun around the room as he chases Hendery around the tables for god knows what reason, before he eventually collapses into a chair exhausted. Your eyes still stay focused on him through Hyuck whining at you to give him attention. He does manage to steal your attention back for a moment when he pretends to choke on a dumpling. You jump to action trying to ‘rescue’ him from choking. He smirks up at you when he knows he successfully tricked you, you beat him with a random paper plate you found on the table to further prove the point of your scolding.

“Y/n,” he says with a teasing lilt, “how are you not freaking out right now?”

“What are you talking about?” you question him skeptically.

He simply points across the room, you follow his finger right to where Dejun was standing. You guess sitting and relaxing wasn’t cooling enough, he had undone half his costume and was now standing there with his upper half only covered by a mesh shirt, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination regarding his build. Haechan must’ve read your face and left the moment you looked at your boyfriend. You don’t even know when you walked over to the group of men talking to your boyfriend, but suddenly you were standing in front of Siwon and saying hello. You subconsciously grabbed onto Dejun’s arm squeezing it once in a while. Johnny was still standing next to Dejun on the other side of you, and he was absolutely not blind to what you were doing, even if you didn’t notice it yourself. Dejun glanced down at you when you rested your head against his shoulder accidentally begging for his attention. He reaches for one of your hands and holds it hoping to keep your touching at bay. It was no help though, you tucked your face against his arm and started placing small kisses against his muscle. He thought you couldn’t be more shameless than you already are, especially in front of one of his seniors, but you still managed to prove him wrong.

You huff against his skin and finally speak up, “Daddy,” you whine, not even caring about the people around you, “why aren’t you giving me attention.”

Dejun goes white as a ghost when your voice hits his ears, you vaguely hear Yangyang cackling from somewhere nearby, and Johnny tries to look anywhere but at the pair of you.

“E-excuse us.” Dejun stutters out.

He pulls you with the hand he was still holding to a part of the venue you had yet to explore. He stops and holds you against the wall preventing you from moving anywhere at all. His eyes burned bright with a fire of arousal and a touch of anger. You were already smaller than him but to have him looming over you like he is only made you feel smaller under his gaze. You hadn’t even processed what you had said out there, not until you were being dragged away for the fourth time tonight. Still, he hadn’t said a word since he excused you from the group. His hand came up to hold your jaw making sure your eyes stayed on his before he finally spoke.

“Do you want to explain yourself?” he asked surprisingly calmly.

“I-” you try to look away only for his hold to tighten, “I didn’t mean it.” you mumble.

“You didn’t? I think you’re just impatient, baby.” he mocks sympathy, you look at him with wide eyes, “You think I didn’t notice? The way you were drooling over me in the car on the way here, the way you kept watching me even when Hyuck was trying to keep your attention on him. Let’s not forget just a moment ago when you were feeling up my arm and trying your damnedest not to draw any attention to you kissing me. Don’t you realize sweetheart, shit like that doesn’t get past us.”

You don’t know how to respond, or whether or not to worry about the way he’s practically eating you alive with his eyes. Your breath hitches when you feel his hand slowly release your jaw only to find purchase around your neck. You can practically feel your eyes sparkling at the contact. Only then you take into account that your costume was a dress and he had you against a wall, he had you helpless for him right there in the middle of a company event. You feel his knee nudge against your thigh ending with his own thigh resting perfectly against your core. He smirks as you let out a small noise of pleasure at such minimal contact. He pushes his thigh harder against you watching how your face contorted in pleasure. You wrap your arms around his shoulders trying to pull him closer to you. All you wanted was to lean forward that short distance to connect your lips but his hold on your throat completely prevented that.

“What is it? Can’t think of something to say now?” he teases, “You were so sure of yourself when you were begging for attention out there.”

You whine and try to move against his thigh for any friction possible. That doesn’t get you anywhere though, Dejun pushes his free hand up your leg moving your dress up with it. Just as you thought he would let you continue your motion he lands a hard slap on your inner thigh.

“I asked you a question princess.” he rasps out.

“I don’t have anything to say,” you breathe out, “just want you so bad.”

“Oh? Do you princess?” he fakes innocence, as he pulls your hips slightly forward on his leg.

You just nod and reach for where his costume hangs around his waist. He doesn’t stop your motions this time, you tug at the fabric with a whine falling from your lips. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he surges forward and presses his lips to yours. Muffled moans escape your mouth due to his aggressive kiss. His hand remains around your neck as you kiss, only making you feel more frustrated.

“Panties off baby,” he mumbles against your lips, “I’m gonna fuck you right here. You want attention, I’ll give it to you. I don’t give a fuck if someone walks in on us.”

He doesn’t give you time to react though, he takes it upon himself to rip them apart leaving the scraps on the floor beside your feet. Not even a moment later his costume is even further down his body and he begins running the head of his member through your soaked folds. You hike your leg up and around his waist trying to get him to move faster. He just smirks at you again and grabs your other thigh wrapping it around his waist as well. You gasp feeling his member rubbing against you just shy of being inside you. Dejun takes the opportunity to let his tongue invade your mouth making you kiss even more heated. The moment he has your full attention on his kisses he pushes into you causing you to let out a strangled moan. He gives you no time to adjust to his size, he sets a brutal pace moving his hand from its place on your neck to the wall to help him maintain his balance. His other hand has a bruising grip on your thigh as he continues his thrusts. His lips eventually leave yours moving down to your neck sucking at the skin leaving blooms of red and purple behind each time he moves. You throw your head back against the wall letting more moans louder with each thrust. There was no way you were going to last very long with how he was fucking you. Your hands move into his hair tugging at it trying to ground yourself. He pulls himself from your neck lifting his head to watch your blissed out expression. You see your opportunity and latch onto his neck at first placing small kisses against his Adam's Apple eventually moving down to his collarbone lightly nipping at the skin. You one leg goes relaxed around his waist, the only thing keeping you up was your boyfriend’s tight grip on your other thigh. You don’t realize you’re leaving marks on his skin until he grips your hair and pulls your lips back onto his. His pace grows harder and uneven as his high approaches.

“Baby,” he moans, “wouldn’t it be interesting if someone caught us here like this. You, a complete moaning mess for me, covered in marks that I gave you. You just couldn’t wait until we got home to beg for me. I personally find it adorable that you’re so fucking desperate for me.” he breathes against your lips.

“Dejun, I’m gonna cum.” you whine, feeling the effects of his words.

He growls at your tone, “Go one princess, cum for me.”

You spasm in his hold, moans resonating through the room as you ride out your orgasm. Moments later you feel him release inside you, his mouth reattaching to your neck right at the beginning of the low cut top of your costume. You catch your breath for a moment before he gently puts you back down on your feet and begins to try to fix your hair and costume. He places sweet small kisses all over your face as he does so, you giggle at his cute actions.

He looks down at the floor for a moment, “Oh, sorry about those.” he scratches the back of his head, “I’ll buy you a new pair tomorrow.” he promises.

“I know you will.” you laugh back, not even caring about the way his cum was slowly dripping down your thigh, “You should probably at least half redress so we can go back out there, babe.” you get on your tiptoes and kiss his lips softly.

The moment you were both at least semi presentable again (Dejun leaving his costume half off) you rejoin the party. Almost instantly you see a group of his members and join them in their small circle. Most of them pay you no mind and continue to talk, you should’ve known that with both Johnny and Haechan there they would find a way to tease you. Haechan kept stealing glances at you and winking or running his hand over his neck letting you know he saw how much of a mess you looked. Johnny on the other hand was way less subtle about his teasing. The moment you returned he whistled at you two and whispered something under his breath. You see Dejun steal a glance at the taller man before quickly looking at someone else in the circle. You shuffle a bit closer to your boyfriend and kiss his cheek just because you felt like it and that was the moment Johnny decided to really tease you both.

“You’d think you had enough of each other when you ran away to fuck.” he jokes.

“N-no!” Dejun attempts to defend you both.

“Yes! We aren’t blind Jun, you two look a mess and your necks are beautiful shades of red and purple.” Haechan pipes up.

You blush redder than you ever had and try to hide your face in Dejun’s neck. He laughs awkwardly unsure how to return a comment. He smiles and tries to divert the conversation to something else. But of course, they couldn’t just let you guys live in peace knowing how flustered it made you both. You withstood the teasing for a long while, until after Jaehyun and Yuta had left, having other plans for the rest of the night. You kissed Dejun’s shoulder again, gaining his attention, he looks down at you and he can tell what you want just by the look in your eyes.

“We’re gonna call it a night. Someone tell Kun we’re staying at her apartment tonight.” he comments.

“Bye guys, it was nice to see you.” you quietly comment.

You hear a chorus of goodbyes as you start walking away still clung to Dejun’s arm. But not before you hear your ever mischievous friend Haechan screaming after you to not be so obvious when you want to leave to have more sex. You shake your head in disbelief of his comment, knowing in all reality Dejun would be babying you the moment you got to the car, he was your soft teddy bear at the end of the day and you loved every moment of how he treated you.

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Completely based on this picture of Dejun cause… yes.

By Wednesday, you cave and send an S.O.S. to your boyfriend, Dejun.

Miraculously, you’ve caught him at a good time. He sends a selfie that borders on being too lewd for what the situation calls for. His tongue is nestled against his bottom lip and his eyes are at half-mast, tank top exposing more skin than it covers as he flexes those coveted arm muscles of his.

Dejun reassures you that you can get through this temporary hiccup, that the end of the tunnel is in sight. He promises to see you Monday night too, which is the soonest he’s available, schedule permitting. He even sends a cute selfie this time around, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, sweat matting down the hair in front of his ears, and wide grin making your breath catch. It takes you a moment to notice the mirrors and their reflections of a practice room past his beautiful face.

It’s a sentiment you already know you’re going to cling onto for the rest of this week. Any way you can eke out some self encouragement.

Spending an entire evening with Dejun is certainly a pleasing reward for what becomes a whirlwind of a week.

The next day, you crack down and put in extra hours to fill out the gaps in your project and polish the details to an acceptable sheen. Dejun sends you stickers intermittently, in between hair and makeup and prerecordings, and the fact that he keeps you top of mind despite his own busyness melts your heart.

The day after, you and your group do a quick runthrough before actually presenting. You hate how last minute it is, but time doesn’t afford you anything more. It could’ve gone better, but the sweet, “Good luck!~ 🥰,” message you come back to brightens your spirit some. You reply with a selfie of you being cheeky, tongue sticking out at Dejun. It clashes with your business casual wear.

Saturday and Sunday are a flurry in their own right. You pick up the parts of your life you put on pause while being sick and working. Groceries and cooking are a top priority, since you’ve grown tired of takeout from overabundance. You also clean and do laundry and manage to sleep some of your underlying exhaustion away. Dejun sends you even more selfies at random pockets of the day, those of him in wardrobe but before hair and makeup, which are usually your favorite kind. His eyes look tired but he comes alive in the sweet smiles and silly expressions he gives you. As a thank you, you send a round of coffees to his waiting room for him and his members and staff.

Even keeping as busy as you have been, Monday evening still can’t come soon enough.

Luckily, the day starts off normal once more. It’s easy to pick your old routine back up now that it’s not stretched thin with additional stress. The only obvious drawback is that there’s nothing to distract you from the wait for tonight, but you’ll gladly take this anticipation over a massive crunch. You’re not that impatient.

The light coming from your phone screen in your periphery catches your attention. There’s enough of a lull in your day to justify checking it. It’s Dejun. He’s apparently already let himself into your place and is waiting for you. You like the message before giving him an ETA. You don’t plan on staying a minute longer than necessary now that you have someone to go home to.

You’re glad that his message gives you just enough motivation to get back to the task at hand. You’re determined to make this last hour and change as painless as possible, and the only way to do so is to put your head down and get to work.

Walking into your apartment a little while later is like the breath of fresh air you’ve been waiting for. You feel truly blessed.

As you strip out of your outwear, you call out, “I’m home, Dejun.”

You get a responding, “In here,” which, oddly enough, sounds like it’s coming from your bedroom instead of your living room like you expected.

It’s a strange enough phenomenon that you hurry into your slippers and make your way over to the threshold of your room. The sight that greets you leaves you stunned.

There, laying demurely in the middle of your sheets, is Dejun in a lingerie dress.

You see mesh and lace and a bodice, and it’s a monumental challenge not to feel absolutely faint from it all.

“Surprised?” A smirk underlies that one word, and you honestly wonder if a person really can turn feral. Dejun might need to take you to a hospital just to be sure.

“Can I touch, my sweet boy?” It’s honestly your only concern at this point, because if you can’t get your hands on Dejun, you’ll most certainly wither away.

“Hm,” the sound is a whisper of husk riding a trill of beauty, and you’re overcome with the need for Dejun to answer faster. “Whatever you like. This is your gift.”

You don’t even process the few steps it takes you to get to the edge of your bed, because you’re too busy drinking in how every inch of Dejun’s outfit drapes his body. As you come closer, it’s easier to tell that the only lace present is in the fabric of his mini-length black boxers. The hemline fits snug around the meat of his thighs, and you can’t help but wonder if he purposefully bought a size too small.

As much as the lace attracts you, your attention is easily pulled to what is clearly the showstopper of this outfit. You’ve never seen a lingerie piece quite like it. There’s a bodice made of thin black straps that outlines his pecs and tits in the exact same way a bra would but with easy access to everything you crave to touch. The waistline is an additional strap that then makes way for a gorgeous, full-length mesh train, the sheerness gathering in pools where it lays against the sheets. Dejun has one hip cocked up just enough to highlight the leg slit that cuts open the skirt from bottom all the way up to a few inches shy of his waist. It’s the only reason why you noticed the boxers to begin with.

Right as you reach the end of your mattress, Dejun stops you with the point of his toes sliding along the hem of your pant leg. He looks up at you from underneath his long lashes and asks that you unbutton your shirt before ravaging him. It’s an easy enough request to do.

You praise the genius of your boyfriend as you crawl over his body and see the trails of your button down cage him in. It makes the initial kiss you press to his lips a little bit sloppy. In other circumstances, you might’ve even been embarrassed by how overrun your emotions are. But in this moment, you’re nothing more than your hunger.

Sealing your lips to Dejun’s does serve to siphon away some of the heat from your lungs, though, which makes it easier to control your nips and sucks. It doesn’t lessen that deeper simmer in you, however, but that’s not what you’re aiming for anyway. You intend to make good on Dejun’s gift tonight.

Time burns away its wick in the space where your lips meet. Everything becomes so simple this way.

The slide of skin is just basic friction, the nerves that tingle from it just neuroscience. Dejun opening his mouth to let you in is nothing beyond his wetness and warmth, the slick of his tongue against yours nothing more than taste and feeling. All the little gasps and mewls you coax out of him is music in its rawest form, not processed or layered, purely human in the emotions they convey. You try not to get lost in it.

Your hand does help to ground you a bit. The one holding you steady above Dejun is indisposed, but the other is free to flutter over whatever it can reach. It’s most curious about the bodice part of Dejun’s dress, fingering under what you now know are soft elastic straps. There’s something sensory about tracing along every edge you can find, the contrast of supple skin and taut fabric titillating. Every so often, you’ll accidentally catch the pad of a finger on the perk of Dejun’s nipple, and that always produces a fun sound for you to devour.

Eventually, your thoughts start spinning together that first image of Dejun you saw tonight. You become so fixated on how small his waist looked where mesh met strap that your hand maps the feel of it, sliding under the high-cut leg slit to cup at the slightness hidden underneath. A passing thought makes you wonder if you’re drooling even more at the feeling.

Once you’re riled up an appropriate amount, you decide what exactly it is you want to do with Dejun. You lower yourself down onto your forearm, giving that hand leeway to grip at the back of Dejun’s nape.

Something in that triggers Dejun to finally run his own fingers up from the band of your pants and across your exposed chest to the divots of your clavicles. You pull back to glean a proper look at your handiwork.

Dejun’s breathing is rhythmic and pronounced, his eyes partially lidded and glazed over. His mouth is what catches your sight the easiest, however, lips swollen in red. His teeth peek out from where his mouth remains ajar too, and they shimmer in the low light of your room.

You grab at the little hairs lining Dejun’s nape and whisper, “I think you deserve a reward for my gift, hm?”

The nod he gives in reply is minimal, daze too heavy behind his eyes for him to truly be receptive to what you’re saying. You'll have to take the helm tonight.

You shimmy yourself a little further down his body and drink in the sight before you once again. It’s only right you worship what’s in front of you, so you get to work on leaving kisses at the altar.

You start at his chest, playful with the patches of skin you have access to. It’s here where you leave mostly licks, loving how your saliva catches the light. His nipples are another shrine for your lips to focus on, mouthing and teething in equal measure. He seems to like that as he helplessly grasps at the hair on the crown of your head and moans low.

Next comes the skirt of his dress, and what better prayer is there than to press kisses through the mesh? You figure out quickly that the weave is open enough to justify wetter kisses, his skin pebbling wherever the fabric darkens most. You make sure to spend extra time around his navel if only to see him start to squirm.

The waistband of his shorts tease you soon enough, though, and you thank heaven for leg slits. You’re methodical in how you leave a string of hickeys along the top hem, always starting with tongue first in order to lave the area clean. It’s followed by quick nips that smarten the nerves for what’s to come. Sucking bruises is arguably the best part, in your humble opinion, solely because of the sounds they pluck from between Dejun’s lips.

In no time at all, Dejun is fully panting in desperation, and it’s your queue to move onward lest he falls too deep too fast.

You don’t stop marking hickeys into his skin, though, trailing them down his thigh and away from his crotch. His leg leans into the opening the dress slit leaves for it, exposing more ground for you to cover. It’s slow going that way, but you remain disciplined in your path downward. The hickeys stop blooming mid-thigh, but they’re replaced with reverent kisses that tickle at the hairs homed there. The knobs of his knee and ankle make good pedestals for the sweetest of kisses you can manage.

After you deem Dejun sufficiently kissed, you finally pull away enough to look back up at him. Tears dot his lash line, threatening to fall along with your sanity. It’s like a spark finds what has become a simmer inside of you and lights it anew, pushing you to take a step closer to your pardoning.

You lift the skirt of Dejun’s dress like a veil and climb underneath, the sheerness doing nothing to hide you away. Using that to your advantage, you stare at Dejun through the material as you slowly lower yourself towards the outline of his hardened cock. Letting out a warm breath is the only warning you give.

Your tongue peeks out of your mouth and smooths over the lace underneath you, the scratchiness feeling a lot like a kitten’s lick. It has the breath stuttering in Dejun’s chest, lungs shaken. Maybe you can afford to have a little more fun for yourself.

The next few minutes are spent in similar fashion. You alternate between licks that dampen the lace and open-mouthed kisses around the girth of Dejun’s dick. None of it seems to be very satisfying, but beads of precum leak from him anyway. You can taste its tang whenever your mouth passes over the tip of his dick.

“Please,” you hear as a whisper from above you. Paying attention to Dejun’s face finds him hazy with lust, eyes the darkest you’ve ever seen them. His hands are roaming the breadth of his own chest, fingers thumbing at his nipples whenever they pass close enough to do so. You can’t possibly suppress your smirk.

You hum in recognition that you’ve heard him but do nothing else to speed things along. That seems to break something in him.

“Please, I need to cum. Haven’t I been good?”

It’s an intoxicating question to say the least. Of course Dejun’s been good. Everything about tonight has been utterly rapturous. You just can’t help but want to hear more of him. His voice is heavenly, and he hasn’t used it nearly enough yet.

You leave a particularly harsh suck to the underside of his cock head before pulling back completely, smiling as that delivers you a ringing yelp. It’s a start.

“So good, sweetie. But if you want to be even better for me, you’ll let me hear that gorgeous voice of yours. I promise to give you what you want after,” you say with a rasp you didn’t intend. Maybe you both have been a bit more quiet than is your norm in bed.

Dejun responds with the prettiest blush and a quick nod of his head. You’re always needlessly charmed by how shyness isn’t anywhere near Dejun’s wheelhouse when it comes to matters of the bedroom, except when it also includes his voice.

He just doesn’t appreciate his music the way you do.

You continue right where you left off, making sure to suck around the girth of his cock more often than you were before. With it comes soft pants and desperate mewls that warm you from the inside out. If Dejun is playing up the porn noises, you can’t tell. He genuinely sounds like he’s coming undone.

“Please, oh my god, please suck my dick.” The end of his plea sounds more like a squeak than actual words, and that spurs you on more than anything else could.

You pull down those pretty, absolutely ruined, boxer shorts until Dejun’s cock is barely free. There’s not much room down here for them to go any further, so you make do. Planting your hands on his hips allows you to swallow him down as far as you can go.

“Ah, ahh, oh my god, yes please,” he whines in thin wisps. It sounds flighty around your ears, and you close your eyes to catch the words better. Unfortunately for Dejun, you don’t plan on moving just yet, wanting to figure out what sounds you can tease from him just like this.

He catches on quick that all you’re doing is cockwarming him, and that entices even better noises, born of frenzied arousal.

“Fuck… please, move please.” You give him one deliberate swallow but remain still otherwise. You can feel Dejun’s legs kick against the mattress underneath you.

“Oh my god, oh-,” his words catch on something, and you’re curious as to what that is. Opening your eyes reveals that he’s started to cry, small streams of tears that cut paths down his cheeks, the furrow of his eyebrows the tops of the mountains they stem from. He’s so pretty that you reward him with an additional swallow.

“Sh- ahh, oh my god, please. Please please let me cum. I can’t- please.”

The movement of his hands draws you away from his face, folding into the sheets beneath him. You’re dizzy with the thought that Dejun probably wants to fist your hair right now but knows better than to do so without permission.

He’s such a good boy for you. Always is. You moan so low that it’s barely audible, but it does its job in ripping out a groan from Dejun too.

From there, you slowly start to bob your head along most of the length of his cock. It’s nothing fancy, but it seems to be a relief for Dejun anyway as he freely gives you his angelic whimpers.

You pick up the pace soon after, employing the suction-on-the-downstroke and lick-on-the-upstroke move that Dejun loves so much.

“Yes, aha, ahhh, oh my god. S’good.” These are the last words you hear from him as he fully devolves into panting and moaning in tandem.

It becomes easy to close your eyes and fall into the rhythm necessary to keep up your ministrations. You’re determined to get Dejun to cum from this alone, too lazy to strategize using different moves for different outcomes, even if it means you’ll have to suck him off for longer.

Surprisingly, it’s only a couple of minutes later, just after the rhythm becomes almost meditative in nature, that you feel Dejun’s dick starting to twitch inside the heat of your mouth. Your eyes jump open to confirm that Dejun is indeed cumming. His keen is high and loud as you dig your nails into his hips in hopes of keeping him steady, cum hitting the back of your mouth.

Instinctively, you swallow often, not even letting the taste settle on your tongue. You’re quick on your feet though, and soon enough, swallowing becomes less about not choking and more about milking every last drop from Dejun. As the spurts of his cum lessen in frequency, you intersperse a few sucks around his head just to be thorough.

Before you realize it, a tremor settles into Dejun’s thighs as they pull up over your shoulders and around your ears. It’s probably oversensitivity talking as Dejun continues whining prettily above you.

With one final swallow, you pull off Dejun’s dick at an excruciatingly slow pace. Since it’s fun to be a little mean sometimes, you also follow the pull with the trail of your tongue. His legs squeeze and you hear breathy gasps that appear more wrecked than sound.

You’re hit with a quiet cough as soon as you pop off of Dejun’s dick, the need to clear your throat too great to hold in.

“Sorry,” Dejun pants out. “Came outta nowhere.”

You kiss his stomach in forgiveness and wrestle yourself out of Dejun’s grip. It’s not as easy a feat as it should be considering Dejun is all shaky and spent. His leg muscles are no joke, and he’s not really cooperating here either.

As you pull away completely, you bring the lace boxers with you; it can’t be pleasant to wear something so wet post-orgasm. You bring them to your hamper and come back to bed with a washcloth for cleanup. Lucky for you, your swallowing skills means there’s not much to wipe away.

It’s no time at all before you’re back in Dejun’s embrace but with his arms tucked around you now. You straighten his dress out for him and pat down his mussed up hair and check him over as he curls into your chest.

It’s an incredibly sweet moment.

Dejun only makes it more so when he uses his sweet voice to ask, “Was that good for you?”

You hum softly and do nothing to hide the smile behind your voice as you reply, “It was the best, my lovely boy. Thank you for doing this for me.

“Bought a garter belt too, but it hasn’t come in yet.” There’s an underlying hint of disappointment there, but all you can really fixate on is the image that is Dejun’s beautiful thighs in a garter belt.

“Next time, hun.” You pause. You’re probably making a lot of assumptions here, but Dejun did like dressing up like this, right? He had to have.

“Dejun,” you hesitate for a few seconds before remembering that communication is important, even if it’s about something as superficial as lingerie. “This was good for you too, right? You seemed to thrive under all the attention, but it wasn’t too much?”

He hides his face in your neck and seems to find courage buried there as he says, “That was amazing.” He takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts before continuing. “I didn’t know if I’d like it. But I did. A lot. You made me feel like I was precious.”

You play with the hairs at the base of his nape and hum simple notes, trying to process his words so as to avoid making an off-handed comment. “You are precious to me. In every way. Not just when you’re dressed up in pretty lingerie or tailored stage outfits. I love seeing you explore this side of you, but I also love you in sweats, when you don’t put on a face.”

He nuzzles closer and presses a gentle kiss to the skin of your throat. If you weren’t so attuned to Dejun and his needs right now, you might’ve missed the tiny, “Thank you,” he whispers there.

You don’t address it further. Dejun can be somewhat skittish about the intimate stuff, and you don’t want to force him any deeper into hiding. All you can do is hope that he understands that it’s ok to be vulnerable sometimes, that not every emotion has to be under lock and key.

You try and emulate that for him, in little ways, every day you spend together, like maybe he’ll learn it through osmosis or something. At the very least, you trust that, in giving him these pieces of yourself, he’ll care for you as much as you could ever want.

You snuggle in as Dejun wraps his arms around you to keep you close. It took a lot of convincing to get him here, cuddled up under a blanket with your favourite Christmas movie playing. He is not a fan, but he obliges you because he loves to watch you smile.

Dejun is so… handsy… though you definitely set yourself up for it, wearing only tiny cotton shorts and a cropped tee. You don’t mind at all though, of course you wanted to watch the film you had chosen, but you know that you and your boyfriend never make it through an entire film without distraction.

You pretend not to notice as his hand slips between your thighs, though you do readjust your position a little to give him better access. You whimper as he trails his fingers over your core, god, you love his fingers, they are so long, so slender. He is so close to touching you through the thin material, you know that he wants to, but he has to be given permission.

“You want something, hm?” You ask him, your words drawn out and condescending, “Ask nicely.”

You turn your head to meet his gaze, he looks lost, and it makes you giggle, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, to soothe and bring him ease.

“Want to touch you,” He mumbles, “Can I please touch you?”

“Of course, baobao,” You reply, “You’re so polite, go ahead.”

He gets so flustered when you talk to him like this, and in response he teases you, moving his hand away just when you thought he was going to begin, but you grip his wrist instinctively to keep him from moving any further, a warning to stay. He finds his way under your shorts with ease, his fingers are hasty, you are already so fucking wet and desperate for him. He chuckles at your neediness, but you can’t find it in yourself to be ashamed, he is too good, and he knows it too.

It takes no time at all for you to come apart on his fingers, he knows your body like the back of his hand - pun intended - the very hand covered in your arousal as you lose yourself for him.

———

Red.

All Xiaojun could see is Red. 

To have the person who dragged him all the way to some stupid reunion party against his will to abandon him in the first five minutes with the pathetic excuse of "I'll go grab us some drinks" only to never return back to his aid had Xiaojun boil with anger. 

To have you smiling and laughing, clinging and grasping at a man he's never seen before is Infuriating. 

To see you so smitten by a guy other than Xiaojun had him seeing crimson with comically visible smoke coming out of his ears, arms shaking, jaw set rigid with palms growing moist from all the clenching and unclenching. 

Xiaojun felt yellow. 

He felt insecure at how the man before you just seemed to be much to your taste. 

He felt unsure of whether or not he should risk walking up to you and talk the talk he'd wanted to let out since the day you stood up for the lad. And inevitably, and much to his pleasure, stood by him in the process till date. 

He felt that maybe, just maybe, he's not worthy of having a girl as astounding as you. And all that sliver of hope he'd held onto only seemed to be slipping away from his grasp. 

Xiaojun felt blue. 

The dreading feeling that he'd lose all that the two of you built until where your relationship stands today with a single mistake bubbles inside of him. 

Watching you from afar with a man potentially your dream guy just made him feel blue. Numb, and as though a part of him was slowly chipping away. 

The immense feeling of sheer sadness had him want to turn on his heels and back out to what he thinks "get out of your way" and to prevent further breakage of his heart. 

Until he saw red again. 

Watching you throw yourself at this stranger, arms tightly wrapped around the bastard's waist, hips joint, with his hands running through the soft curls of your tresses, "who does he think he is?" 

How entitled must this man think he is to expand the white between the two of you? You and Xiaojun were meant to be and he'd only flick your head and call you stupid if you ever said otherwise. 

Eyebrows furrowing as Xiaojun followed each of your actions. How your chin tucks and you hide your face in this 'dream bastard's' chest, arms idly resting on his torso, your hair covering your face from all the moving around. He kept watching you;

Until your gaze met. 

Time seemed to stand still, in a much cliché fashion. Seeing the expressionless look on his face seemed to have clicked the power on button somewhere in your head.

You'd unintentionally abandoned the man you promised you wouldn't. 

Almost as though Xiaojun could see the wheels turning inside your head, he sneers at you, immediately turning around to walk into a corner the moment he saw you approaching him through the crowd filled with hookers, stoners, and people too bored for their own good. 

"Jun, wait up!" 

He could hear your shrill voice call out to him the moment he rounded a turn. He didn't turn, however, mind clouded red, crimson and ebony with jealousy, envy and all mixed emotions, he felt dizzy. 

You catching up to him only seemed to worsen his dizziness, "Jun! I-i'm so sorry i forgot about you, it's just my b-" 

"Forgot about me, huh?" Xiaojun's voice comes gruff, hoarse from the inadequate usage. He doesn't bother turning around to look at you, wouldn't have done much anyways, the lighting of the area so dim, he can barely make out your silhouette. 

Besides, his vision is clouded with black, wouldn't have done much anyways. 

"No no, not forget forget about you! I just got caught up with my b-" 

"boyfriend? Y/n, are you oblivious to not know how  I feel? Am I vague? Oh I'm sorry, am I not obvious enough?" Through the darkness, you could see Xiaojun's shoulder shake, his tone strained, his head hung low, avoiding your gaze the closer you got. "Jun, what are you talking about?" 

You seemed to be feeling grey, confused. 

"Your boyfriend, Y/n." 

"Jun, boyfriend-!" "I like you damn it!" you flinch as he abruptly turns around, the red building inside him so rapidly that it inevitably ends up exploding.

"You know I like you, no, I love you. Why else would you have been waltzing around acting like a pliant, docile girlfriend?" The grey intensifies within you the faster Xiaojun talks quick strides towards you. 

Your silence and the unconscious stepping back seemed to plant a seed of yellow within him again. "You led me on. You seemingly ignored my feelings. Because you obviously know I like you, don't you?" The red appears again, mixing with the intense yellow, blending into a terrific orange as Xiaojun closes the space between the two of you with newfound confidence. 

"You like me.." you whisper, your palms pressing onto the greasy wall behind you where Xiaojun had you cornered, your eyes shaking in ecstasy. He likes you, no. He loves you.

"You need to a whole 'nother level of airhead if you think i view you merely as a friend-" Somewhere in your head, you know he's talking to you, but his voice seems to numb out in the beautiful crimson that's taking over your heart, with a slight mix of elegant yellow and purple so faint it could come off as violet. "You like me!" you look up at him. 

"-Yes, Y/n, keep up god damn! But do you care? Of course not! You go get yourself a boyfriend while i wallow in self pity-" 

"Oh god you like me!" you bounce with all the vibrant colors swirling inside you, your arms lifting up to wrap around the lads neck, who jumps at the unexpected action, looking down at you with a mixture of confusion and slight fury.

"Does it matter, Y/n? Your boyfriend's probably looking for you now-" 

"Jun, what are you talking about? I don't have a boyfriend!" you pull him down to be leveled with you, looking him intensely in the eye as you watch the familiar grey dominate his irises. 

"Th-Then, that man you were all over..? You cannot possibly tell me he's not your boyfriend" he seems to be fighting to hold onto the red fury as it slowly turns into a rosy flush. "The man I was all over..?" you question seemingly to yourself, as the wheels turn  in your head once again until the entire process comes to an abrupt halt at the realization hitting you. 

"Jun, that's my brother! My cousin!" 

The look on the lad's face is so incredulous that you break out into a cheshire grin, "you were jealous of my brother?" you giggle, as you playfully punch at his chest which deflates as he radiates bright crimson, skin heated. 

"o-okay brother. brother, alright. Though, I still don't stand a chance, do i?" Xiaojun questions, stammering with embarrassment while being overcome with a sudden sense of blue. Sure you didn't have a boyfriend, doesn't change the fact that you're way out of his league. 

You stare into his eyes, hoping that would somehow convey the answer to his question, but the more you just look at him, the more the light in his eyes seems to dim out. 

Offering him a soft smile, which he doesn't seem to notice, you catch him off guard when you lift his head up, tilting it while pressing your lips onto his ever so gently. Providing a soft peck as you sigh in ecstasy. 

You let your lips linger a little longer, silently pouring out your heart into the soft action of affection before hesitantly pulling away. 

"Does that answer your question?" your gentle voice pulls Xiaojun out of his haze. 

You kissed him. You like him. He stands a chance with you. 

That seems to snap the last bit of self restraint in him as he captures your lips once again with much fervor. Molding his lips with yours, all signs of softness thrown out of the window as his hands circle your hips, pulling you flush against him. 

The feeling of your heat encircling him makes him groan into the kiss, making a wave of shock run through your spine. The hairs on your hand standing proud as you play with the hair at the back of his neck, pulling at it. 

Biting down on your lips, Xiaojun positively earns a moan from you. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into yours, easily dominating your tongue as you slowly, subconsciously start grinding against him, making him squeeze tight at your hips. 

"I.. Love you.. Jun" you say in between the kiss as his hands travel further south, groping at your ass, pulling you in, supporting your grinds on his crotch.

"Fuck.." he sighs at the words, slithering wet kisses from your lips to the edge of your lips, moving onto the jaw before choosing to nip at the skin, "say it again, doll" he rasps onto your neck, while his hands sneakily makes its way under the flimsy material of your skirt, thumbing at your growing wetness while staring intently at you, silently asking for the green flag to proceed.

"I.. I love you. I love you, Xiaojun!" you nod at him while pouring all your adoration onto the lad, you'd waited too long for the two of you to take it slow from now on forth. 

Xiaojun moves your panties to the side, immediately finding the bundle of nerves, pressing nimbly onto your clit, basking in your little whimpers and shakes. 

He wastes no time to draw figure eights onto the sensitive bud, cooing at you while marking his territory on your neck, your jaw, the naked skin of your shoulders and collarbone, exposed by the off shoulder top you'd chosen for the evening. 

"I love you, too, princess. You've no idea how long I've waited for this moment." he moans onto your neck while sliding in a slender digit into your wet cavern. 

You grow frantic, soaking in all the emotions Xiaojun is pouring onto you with his actions and words, being pulled close to your high, embarrassing faster than you'd appreciate.

"You've no idea how many times I'm imagined taking you until all you can remember is my name, not even yours" he starts moving his digits after fitting in another one of his long fingers, the slick pouring out of your cunt pooling onto his palms as your moans come out as squeals. Your brain is hazing with a pleasant pink, blue and red. All of the emotions overwhelming you.

"You look gorgeous, doll face" he kisses softly at the side of your lips when you start clenching around his fingers, the knot in your stomach threatening to snap.

"J-Jun.." you sigh, face flush with content, legs shaking, your form only being held up by his strong grip, his intense gaze making you feel so small, so vulnerable, all the tell-tale signs of your orgasm nearing you present as he accelerates his fingers, clearly catching onto the fact that you'd come undone any second. 

"You gonna come for me, pretty? Am I making you feel good?" he grunts while nibbling at the lobe of your ears, digits moving so fast inside your calls that you can hear the squelching obscene voices of your walls over the loud music playing in the background, his palm constantly rubbing against your clit. 

"Feel's so g-good, Jun.." You grip onto his forearm to keep you grounded as your orgasm washes over you. Your jaw slacks as you convulse around his fingers. Xiaojun cooing praises into your ears as he helps you ride out your orgasm, pulling you into a kiss as you push his fingers away when he slowly drives you into overstimulation. 

"Fuck, you're perfect." he stares at you with adoration while you catch your breath. Forcing yourself to step out of your daze. You smile shyly until it turns into a sly smirk as you move your hands to grab at his painfully evident dent, slowly rasping out as you move closer to him,

"Your place or mine?"