˓ ㅤ 𔕛 KINKTOBER 2025 : Fingering
Paring : Chenxin x Fem! Reader
Rating : nsfw
Words : 2.2K
C/W : pwp / age gab / fingering / cunnilingus / glory hole / massage / clothed sex / dirty talk / smut / kink / squirting / romantic sex.
Version : eng
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The bedroom glows in the soft, warm light of countless candles, their flickering flames dancing shadows across the velvet drapes and polished wooden floors.
The faint scent of jasmine lingers in the air—intoxicating, sweet, and heady. You lie back on a bed of crimson silk, your body already thrumming with anticipation.
Chenxin stands at the foot of the bed, his long silver hair loose around his shoulders, the moonlight outside catching in the shimmering strands.
His eyes, those sharp, merciless eyes, are fixed on you with a mixture of tenderness and raw hunger.
“Tonight, my beloved, I will make you feel things you’ve only ever dreamed of,” he murmurs, his voice a husky promise.
“I want to see you lose yourself for me… again and again.”
He climbs onto the bed, his strong hands bracing himself on either side of you as he leans in to capture your lips in a kiss—soft at first, tender, then deepening, his tongue teasing the seam of your mouth until you open for him. His taste is a heady mix of want and possession.
One of his hands slides down your body, fingertips tracing the curve of your hip, and then lower still—his touch firm yet achingly gentle.
He parts your thighs with deliberate care, his fingers gliding over your folds, slick and needy under his touch.
“So wet for me already,” he murmurs against your lips, his breath hot and teasing.
“You’re so perfect… I want to feel every trembling inch of you.”
He lowers his mouth to your throat, lips tracing a path of open-mouthed kisses down to your chest.
His fingers find your entrance, slipping inside with exquisite slowness—one finger first, then two, stretching you open as you moan his name, hips arching to meet his touch.
The steady rhythm of his fingers is maddening—deep and slow, then quick and relentless, always dancing just on the edge of overwhelming pleasure.
He hooks them slightly, grazing that sensitive spot inside you that has you gasping, your thighs trembling around his wrist.
“That’s it… give in to me,” he growls softly, his voice low and sinful.
“Let me feel you… let me hear you.”
And then he moves lower, his mouth trailing heat down your belly, his tongue finally finding your clit in slow, teasing strokes. He laps at you with a deliberate, devastating rhythm, his fingers never pausing, never faltering.
The pleasure builds fast and hot, your breath coming in ragged gasps as he works you closer to the edge. You can feel it—pressure building, white-hot and unstoppable—and Chenxin knows it too, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as he sucks your clit harder, fingers plunging deeper.
“Come for me, beloved,” he whispers, his words a filthy, delicious command.
“I want to taste every drop of you… I want to feel you pulse around my fingers.”
The climax hits you like lightning—your whole body shuddering, hips bucking, a sharp cry torn from your throat. You squirt around his fingers, hot and wet, and Chenxin groans low in his chest, lapping up every drop, drinking in your pleasure with greedy devotion.
He doesn’t stop. He eases you back down, then begins again, slower this time, fingers gliding over your slick folds as he massages your inner thighs, his mouth tracing soft, reverent kisses across your stomach.
“You’re so beautiful when you come undone,” he murmurs, his voice like velvet against your skin.
“But I’m not finished, not yet…”
He slides up your body, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that’s both sweet and dirty, his fingers still teasing you as his hard length presses against your thigh.
“I’m going to fill you now, beloved,” he growls, the tip of his cock slipping through your soaked folds.
“And I’m going to make you scream my name… over and over.”
He thrusts into you in one slow, deep stroke, filling you completely, and you arch up to meet him, your bodies moving together in a dance of passion and possession.
His thrusts are unhurried at first—long, measured, every inch of him a promise of devotion—before quickening, hips snapping against yours with a raw need.
His hand slips between your bodies, fingers circling your clit again as he pounds into you harder, faster, his breath ragged and his words hot against your ear.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice breaking into a groan.
“Say it… scream it… let everyone know you’re mine.”
Your moans and cries fill the room, mixing with the slap of skin on skin and the slick sounds of your wetness. He keeps you on the edge, tipping you over again and again, until you’re spent and breathless, your body a boneless mess in his arms.
He gathers you close, lips brushing sweat-slicked skin as he murmurs softly—promises of love and endless nights of passion. And even as the candles burn low, you know this is only the beginning.
Chenxin doesn’t stop, not even when you’re shaking in his arms, your skin flushed and dewed with sweat. His hands are firm on your hips, fingers digging in with a possessive grip that grounds you even as your mind drifts in a haze of pleasure.
He slows for a moment, pulling back to look down at you with those intense silver eyes. There’s a softness there—just for you—beneath the commanding heat.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that sends a fresh wave of heat pulsing through your core.
“So beautiful… my wife, my everything.”
He leans down to kiss you, slow and deep, his tongue teasing yours, his hand slipping between your thighs again, seeking the swollen bundle of nerves that’s already so tender.
You whimper into his mouth, hips bucking, and he swallows the sound like a man starving.
“I want to see you fall apart again… show me, beloved,” he growls, his thumb rubbing tight circles against your clit as his cock thrusts into you again, harder this time—each stroke dragging a sharp gasp from your lips.
Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper, your nails raking down his back as he drives into you with punishing precision.
The wet sounds of your joined bodies echo in the candlelit room, each slap of skin sending another jolt of need to your core.
He’s relentless, and the edge builds quick and sharp, your breath catching in your throat as you feel it coiling tight in your belly.
“Let go for me,” he snarls, his voice like rough silk, the heat of his breath ghosting across your lips.
“I want to feel you clench around me… let me see how much you can take.”
You cry out, a broken sob of his name as your body spasms around him, the climax tearing through you so hard you see stars.
You squirt again, the hot rush of it soaking his cock, his hips never faltering as he rides you through it, every thrust pushing you deeper into a bliss so intense it borders on pain.
Chenxin groans, a dark sound that vibrates against your throat as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his own release building fast. His thrusts grow ragged, desperate, and you feel the shiver that runs through him as he finally lets go.
“Take it… every drop,” he growls, his teeth grazing your skin as he pushes deep and stills, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you.
The heat of him fills you completely, and you cling to him, your bodies trembling together in the aftermath.
For a moment, the world narrows to just the sound of your breath, the pounding of your hearts. Chenxin’s hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly across your lips.
“You’re mine, beloved,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “Always.”
But even as the haze of passion begins to ebb, there’s a glint in his eyes—a promise of more. He’s not done. Not yet.
“Rest for now,” he murmurs, lips curling into a wicked smile.
“Because when you’re ready… I’ll take you again. And again. Until you can’t think of anything but me.”
He eases back, his fingers brushing lightly over your sensitive core, smearing the mix of your juices and his seed as he toys with you, drawing out little whimpers of oversensitive pleasure.
The candles flicker, the room still humming with the echoes of your cries, and in Chenxin’s arms, you know the night is far from over.
The flickering candlelight seems to blur the edges of the room, everything soft and hazy in the afterglow of your pleasure. Your breath still comes in short, ragged gasps as Chenxin eases back, his fingers still resting at the juncture of your thighs, tracing idle patterns that make you shiver despite the heat.
“Chenxin… I… I can’t… you’re driving me mad…” you pant, your voice trembling, but there’s a hungry light in your eyes that betrays how much you crave his touch.
He smirks at that, his silver eyes glinting with satisfaction as he lowers himself back down to hover over you, one hand slipping beneath your thigh to prop it up higher, opening you to him again.
“Can’t? My love… you know I never believe that word from your lips.”
His voice is a silken promise, and his thumb grazes your clit in a slow, teasing circle that makes your breath catch in your throat.
“Please… please, Chenxin… it’s too much… I can’t—”
Your protest ends in a sharp cry as he dips his head to claim your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a dance of dominance. He pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips.
“You’ll take it, beloved… all of it. Because you’re mine, and I know how to make you beg for more.”
He slides his fingers back inside you, slow at first, curling them just right to make your hips buck against his hand. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you moan, the sound muffled by his mouth.
Every thrust of his fingers is matched by the deliberate grind of his palm against your clit, each movement coaxing a fresh wave of heat in your belly.
“Chenxin… gods… please—” you whimper, the edge of pleasure twisting so tight you feel like you’ll shatter.
He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks, each word dark and honeyed.
“Tell me what you want, little wife… tell me how badly you need me.”
“I need you… inside me, now,” you gasp, your body arching into him, the slick, wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you only fueling your desperation.
“Please, Chenxin… I need you to fuck me.”
He growls low in his throat, his mouth finding your pulse point and biting down just hard enough to make you gasp.
“Such a sweet mouth… begging so prettily…” He withdraws his fingers and lifts them to his mouth, tasting you with a groan.
“Delicious. But I want more.”
He shifts his weight, his hard length pressing against your entrance, the tip nudging at your slick folds. He doesn’t push in yet—no, he teases, circling your clit with the head of his cock, making you writhe beneath him.
“Please, Chenxin… don’t tease… I need you, need you to fill me,” you moan, your voice high and desperate, your hands clutching at his arms.
“Then take me,” he commands, his tone like a blade. “Show me how much you want me.”
With that, he thrusts forward, slow and deliberate, filling you inch by inch until he’s seated fully within you, the stretch making you gasp, your head spinning with the sudden, exquisite fullness.
He groans as he bottoms out, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls back just to slam into you again, harder, deeper, each thrust a claim that leaves you gasping his name.
“Chenxin… oh gods… yes…” you cry out, your voice breaking with every thrust, your hands clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded.
He fucks you slow and hard, his eyes locked to yours, each movement deliberate and possessive. One hand slides up to your throat, his thumb brushing your jaw as he leans in close, his breath hot against your lips.
“You’re mine, wife,” he growls, his thrusts quickening, driving deeper.
“Say it. Scream it for me.”
“I’m yours,” you sob, pleasure cresting again, your legs trembling around his waist. “I’m yours, Chenxin… always yours.”
The words spur him on, his pace becoming frantic as he pounds into you, the bed shaking with every thrust.
Your cries echo in the room, mingling with the slap of skin on skin, the wet, obscene sounds of your bodies colliding.
And when you come again—hard and fast, squirting around his cock with a cry that tears from your throat—he groans your name like a prayer, his own release following in hot, pulsing waves as he spills inside you, filling you completely.
He stays there, buried in you, his forehead pressed to yours, your breaths mingling in the heated air as the world narrows to the press of his body against yours, the echo of your moans still ringing in the candlelit bedroom.
“Rest now, my love,” he murmurs, a rare softness in his voice as he brushes sweat-damp hair from your face.
“Tomorrow… tomorrow, we begin again.”
dividers : @uzmacchiato @cafekitsune