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xii. renjun x reader

Your hands find his hips and Renjun's movements stutter as you pull him all the way down your throat until your nose hits his front. You purposely swallow and a string of curses leaves Renjun as he cums.

He collapses against the door, panting as he basks in his high, the tip of his cock still resting in your mouth as your hand pumps the rest of his cum out.

"Fuck, too much."‌ He whines, pulling you gently off of him. Opening your mouth, Renjun takes in a deep breath as he sees his cum coating your tongue and you swallow. He helps you get off your knees, pulling you up and then he kisses you.

"That was too hot." Renjun's lips meet yours again and his hands are guiding you by the waist as he steps further into your apartment. "Which door?"‌ You step faster back, lips finding his and reconnecting as you open the first one on the left, pulling him into your bedroom.

"Condom?" You raise your eyebrow at him, eyes wide in genuine surprise.

"You went to the club without a condom? What were you planning to do?" His sigh is exasperated, reaching for the drawers of the bedside table. You whack the offending hand with a slap, pushing him onto your mattress instead.

"I'm on the pill, as always."

You're not sure what to make of the expression on his face. He looks pleased but his eyebrows are slightly furrowed - you try not to think too much of it. Instead, you focus on how he's already fully naked while you're still in your dress. Propped prettily on your bed by his hands, unabashedly on full display as he sits comfortably in your room.

Even though you lived somewhere different when you were both dating, it feels just like how it was back then - Renjun patiently waiting for you with the not knowing of who will take the lead next.

There's sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, his cock growing hard again after his orgasm, and he's definitely been working out more as your attention is brought back to the fine lines of his body.

You step closer and turn around. Renjun's hot fingers brush against the back of your neck before he finds the top of your zipper, pulling it down until it pools at your ankles.

"Oh, shit." The black lace of your lingerie clings to your body, following the shape of your curves. You turn around, Renjun sitting up straight and he pulls you closer by the waist, eyes hungrily mapping out your entire body.

He trails kisses around the curve of your breast then to the middle of your chest. He hums, breathing in the smell of you and he stays there for a moment.

You hate it; the silence.

He looks up at you then, face in between your breasts and his fingers tickle your sides with slow, idle movements. "Who are you wearing this for?" You expected those words but with his usual haughtiness, not in the soft way he whispers them, almost as if he was unsure of voicing it.

You recoil from his touch, Renjun's hands falling to his side. His glare is pointed at the floor and you can feel the frustration radiating off of his hunched figure.

"Why were you at my club?" You shot back, and you're not sure why you feel so offended by his quiet tone. It's like he's expecting something, something more. As if both of you hadn't just come from a club, looking for action from perfect strangers.

Suddenly his heated gaze is on you as he stands and he feels so much taller than before. He steps closer but you stand your ground, resisting the urge to touch him then, even when his gaze is daring you to.

"Your club...? I remember going there to together with you." You don't flinch away, even when Renjun's hand cups your cheek, a softness you've rarely felt from anyone now grazing your cheek through his thumb.