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[8:38 am]— Caramel coated your tongue as you slipped into the bookstore, sighing at the warmth that enveloped your cold figure. Outside, rain pelted down on the shop’s windows, as if it was upset that they couldn’t soak into your skin and bring you misery any longer.

“It’s bad out there,” commented coworker!Dejun when he emerged from behind a tall bookshelf, pushing an empty book cart into the back room.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed, following close behind as you shrugged off your jacket. Thankfully, you had checked the weather before leaving your apartment and had grabbed a raincoat just before the clouds started to cry. “I almost slipped while running here.”

Dejun dusted his hands together, grabbing a box filled with children's books that had recently been shipped in. “Why didn’t you take a cab?”

“I like to walk.” You shrugged, holding your arms out for him to dump a load into them. “Plus, the rain is nice sometimes.” You turned on your heel and made your way over to the display windows, neatly positioning the picture books in a way that caught the warm glow of the store’s lights. You straightened your posture and dusted off the debris on the display before glancing out the window to see a brilliant arc of colors stretching across the sky. “Look, Dejun! A rainbow!”

A/N: so yeah this is the first time i’ve ever written like actual smut😳

dejun, the loml, i’m so sorry sweetie

pairing: xiaojun x reader

warnings: unprotected sex, cockwarming, and minimal choking??

his place, 1:19am

skin slapping against skin, sweat and arousal melding together. hair plastered to your foreheads as you pressed them together, your hot breaths wrapping around each other and warming your bodies to the core. dejun’s moans were so soft and deep, resonating in your ears so beautifully. following one particular harsh thrust, your nails gripped his biceps so hard you were sure you’d draw blood and you cried out, eliciting a guttural sound from him. he caught your lips with his own and kissed you hard.

his hand traced up your body, grazing your breasts, and came to rest on the base of your neck. dejun searched your eyes for consent so you arched your back into him, pushing against his slender fingers. at that he gripped your throat hard and hooked an arm under your leg, lifting it to fuck you at a better angle. his nose pressed into your cheek, lips brushing against your jaw as he pushed into you just a little deeper.

“please dejun...” you whispered, not really knowing what you were pleading for.

it just felt so good. his cock fit so snug inside of you, stretching your walls so deliciously. every time he thrusted, his tip hit your sweet spot, sending an electric shock up your spine. his small frame fit so perfect between your legs, his chest flush against yours, like he was made just for you. you wanted him to stay there forever.

his lips had attached themselves to your neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin, and, as small of an action as it sounds, this beckoned forth your orgasm. your hands flew into his hair when you came apart underneath him, flames erupting in your tummy and burning through your entire body. your walls fluttered and clenched around his thick cock as you breathed his name, like it was the only word you knew.

dejun muffled your cries with his mouth, kissing you so tender and deep. the hand on your throat moved to tangle in your hair as his own high approached. his deep voice flooded your ears, whispering your name between soft moans. and then he was releasing inside of you. heat settled deep within your belly as he claimed you, his cum painting your inner walls while his cock twitched. he flattened himself against you, the hand holding up your leg finding its way to your hip, and he nuzzled his face into your neck, pressing delicate kisses to the skin.

you stayed like that for quite sometime. your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he massaged circles into your hip bone. his cock was soft inside you now, and after a moment he went to lift himself off of you. before he could, you pulled him back down.

“can we stay like this?” you asked, “like with you still in me?” you sounded so desperate, but you liked the way he fit inside you so much, you just wanted to fall asleep like that.

he looked down at you with a shy smile and nodded softly. “can we flip around though? i can’t sleep on my stomach.” his voice was quiet—almost sounding embarrassed that he had to say that out loud.

you traced the back of your hand over his cheek, watching as he leaned into your touch. “yeah. i don’t mind.”