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xii. renjun x reader

Renjun loved praise. Especially when he's compared to everyone as their better. And you knew he fucked so well when he had something to prove.

Your tongue circles around his fingers, making sure to suck every last of yourself off of him before you pull them out by the wrist.

"You think that's needy, Renjunnie," His mouth twitches, watching you lick your lips for any excess. "How bored were your other girls to make you think that?" He glowers, about to retort back but the car makes a sudden stop and the driver is turning to look at the both of you.

"That will be extra for messing around in the backseat."

Your apartment is dark when you both tumble in.

Lips connecting, hands hungrily roaming each other, hurriedly kicking off shoes. You jump and wrap your legs around his waist and he spins around, slamming you against the shut door. Groaning at the sting, you tug at his shirt, untucking it and he helps pull it off of him.

Leaning back, your hands start at his shoulders, palming down his chest and you feel the rapid beating of his heart as he pants.

Renjun's eyes are closed, head tilted a little upwards and you watch, entranced by the way he was reacting, so quiet and pliant for you. Your fingers move lower down to his stomach, feeling the hard lines and his body tenses around you when you find the edge of his pants.

You untangle yourself from him, feet finding the marble floor, your hands guiding him until he was the one pressed up against the door. "Y/N," He groans, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you sink to your knees. Easily unbuckling his belt, you slide it off and throw them behind you.

Renjun swallows thickly as you unzip the front of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock stands proudly against his stomach and you don't remember him being so thick and long.

"What's wrong, can't handle it? Too much for yo—" He chokes on his words, body lurching forward as he moans loudly, hand shooting and curling into your hair.

He tries to still your mouth that has taken him in without warning but you push against him. Renjun's hips try to retreat back into the door, pressing desperately into it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He writhes, as you begin to bob your head up and down his entire length, his tip finding the back of your throat quickly. "How are you always so good at this?"

Incoherent praises begin to fall from his lips, your tongue circling his tip, lips tightening around his girth.

"Fuck, that problem you had earlier? Let me help you with that now." You comply with his request and relax your jaw, opening a little wider as Renjun stands on shaky legs. His fingers flex in your hair, eliciting a groan as he tugs your head to look up.

Renjun eases his cock back into your mouth and it slides down into your throat. He hisses, feeling you convulse around him, relaxing as much as you can to accommodate. "Oh, babygirl. Always thought this mouth was made for me." His voice is hoarse as he mutters the words out. You swallow around him in reply and he curses, slowly beginning to rock down your throat.

Your hands find his thighs, gripping them as you help pick up the pace, Renjun's hands falling to his side as he lets you take control. His head tilts to see the outline of his cock in your throat, disappearing and reappearing and he missed how pretty it looked taking him in.

His fingers find your hair again, straining your scalp as he guides you faster, his orgasm simmering lowly in his stomach. "So good for me. On your knees like this, have you missed acting like a slut for me? 'Cause I have." You whine around him, and the way Renjun's panting harder, scattered whimpers tumbling from his lips lets you know he's close to cumming.