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xii. renjun x reader

"Oh as if you weren't having your fun with that girl either." And it comes out more sarcastic than you mean it to and the cock of his eyebrow makes you want to slap it right off.

"So, you're jealous." You laugh and it's devoid of any humour.

"Not as much as you apparently."

Silence follows, Renjun's dissatisfied glare fixated on you and it's your turn to roll your eyes. You fold your arms and give him your most disinterested stare, only now noticing the cold prick of the night air on your skin.

It's brighter out here than inside the club, neon lights and street lamps lighting up the entire street and you watch as his eyes glaze over your body. His stare turns from disapproving to something of the opposite, the light quite no longer reaching his eyes.

You know your dress is way too short, heels pinching your toes and your face brushed lightly with makeup but if you learnt anything from tonight it was that you looked killer in it.

The way Renjun is now breathing deeply further confirms it and you let yourself drink the sight of him in too.

His hair is more ruffled than when you first spotted him, his shirt is tucked into his tight pants and then your eyes see the prominent outline of his bulge. You smirk, looking back up at him with ridicule but you couldn't deny the longing ache that's now growing in your abdomen.

Having been touched so brazenly earlier, the way he so skillfully had that girl trembling under his touch and Renjun's dark, heated stare that's now trained on you - memories of sleepless nights filled with undeniable pleasure plays through your mind.

That's when you decide you wanted more out of him from tonight, wanting to see if you pushed him enough that he'll snap.

He watches you, a wall thrown up in warranted caution as you approach him, hips swinging with each step. Renjun stands stock still, freezing when you're a hair's length away from him, defying eyes locked with his.

Your fingers blaze a trail down his bicep to his forearm and you feel the muscle tense underneath your touch. His jaw clenches and he swallows, the lump in his throat dipping.

"Oh Renjunnie," He growls at the old nickname, a sound that stays and swirls inside you. "I have a dilemma I‌ think you can help with."‌ You murmur, stepping closer until you're pressed up against him. His arms find purchase at your sides by nature, an automatic movement that has you repressing a smirk.

Even after all this time, everything feels so intoxicatingly familiar.

You lean in, letting your breath feather against his ear. His fingers tighten around you to stop you from getting any closer - or to brace himself - you couldn't be completely sure. You lick your lips, making sure he caught the wet sound of them parting.

"I can't stop thinking about your cock sliding down my throat." He can't help the groan that comes out, fingers curling until it hurts your sides, a pleasurable ache that shoots down to your core.

You wonder if he's thinking about all those times he had you on your knees, sucking him off like he deserved it.

Renjun tries to recollect himself enough to resist the feeling that's making his cock twitch painfully in his pants. But your hand brushes the side of his length and he inhales sharply.

"You're such a fucking cocktease."

His lips crash into yours in a violent kiss, teeth clicking together as his tongue forces its way into your mouth. Sucking on the wet muscle, his hips grinding into yours and you groan into the kiss, his erection now painfully hard inside his pants and so delicious against your pulsing core.