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xii. renjun x reader

"Fuck," He breaks away from you, hand moving to massage your ass as he presses you to his side. You lean into him and the smell of his familiar cologne and sweat has you spinning, grinding slowly against him.

"Taxi!" He yells, flagging for the next one as he pulls you closer to help you gain more friction. A wanton moan escapes you and he lets go, trying to successfully wave a ride down as quickly as possible.

"If a taxi doesn't pull up soon I'm going to have to fuck you in the alleyway." You laugh, pushing him behind you as you wave for one, a taxi immediately pulling up in front of you. "Of course." He mutters as he opens the car door for you to get into the backseat.

Renjun signals for you to scooch in farther and he sits beside you, a hand finding your thigh. He quickly gives the address to your old apartment and you have to correct him.

"I moved out, better view." He hums, leaning forward as his other hand taps the shoulder of the empty seat in front.

Renjun is restless beside you.

He leans back again, his foot tapping on the floor impatiently, wondering how far your new place is since your one before was close to the club. He suddenly jumps in his seat, making eye contact with the driver who squints at him in question.

"Thought I saw a spider." You shake your head at his poor excuse.

Your hand is now travelling up his thigh as you pretend to look absentmindedly out the window. You can feel him shift beside you, legs spreading until his knee hits yours. "Y/N." Renjun deadpans and you turn to him with fake attentiveness, confusion etched on the lines of your face.

"Yes, baby?" He scowls at the pet name but then it contorts into something in-between shock and pleasure, your hand wrapping around his length through his pants. "Something the matter?" You press on, smiling cockily at him, the driver being unable to see your face.

Renjun tries to answer but you give him one good stroke that has him leaning forward, a choked groan leaving him. His elbows rest on his knees, trying to keep himself composed.

"Is he okay?" The driver asks and you lean to the side, nodding apologetically at him.

"Just had too much to drink, he'll be fine." The driver mumbles something inaudible under his breath before focusing back on the road. "Isn't that right, honey?" Your high voice drips with mockery as you continue to stroke him slowly, squeezing and loosening up your fingers.

He takes a deep breath and leans back, nodding at the mirror in affirmation with his mouth pressed into a thin line and you guessed that if he spoke, his words would come out broken.

Renjun turns and leans towards you, the hand on your thigh now mimicking your actions and you bite your lip to stifle your moan.

"You think‌‌ I won't finger-fuck you here, baby? Come on, you know me better than that." He mutters and that's exactly what you were betting on. Pressing on every single one of his buttons, you let your fingers feel for the tip of his dick and you trace the edge of it with your thumb. "Oh, fuck, I‌ forgot how much of a slut you are."

He brushes off your hand away from his erection, his pushing you to lean forward so his arm could wrap around the back of your waist. His fingers expertly push your dress up, holding your panties to the side with his ring finger.

You try to lean back to brace yourself but you're only blocked by his arm so you rest one hand on the side of the car while the other rests on the shoulder of the driver's seat.

Renjun's free hand pulls your leg closer to him, opening you wider for access. "Not feeling so well either?" He coos in blatant mockery and your hiss is cut off by two fingers dipping into your heat.