synopsis -> when you accidentally send your coworker, fellow mc, a nude, things get real horny the next day. xiaojun can’t stop glancing at your chest and you feel it every time. you decide to be the best coworker in the world and give the birthday boy what he wants.
warnings: descriptive nipple-play, reader has very sensitive nipples.
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you only meant to text xiaojun a happy birthday. that was it. midnight struck and you had the meme ready — a beagle in a party hat, holding a balloon. cute, funny, harmless.
but your thumb betrayed you. and instead of the dog, you sent that picture. the one you took a couple days ago. the one where you’d been feeling yourself, leaning back on your bed, tits front and center. the one that was definitely not meant for your coworker/fellow mc/friend.
your screen flashed: message sent.
then as if the universe wanted you dead. before you could even delete it. not even a second has passed — message seen.
you froze. stared. considered throwing your phone out the window, changing your name, moving to another country, and taking up a quiet life as a farmer in the mountains.
y/n: PRETEND YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT.
xiaojun: best birthday gift ever 😂😂
he was laughing. he was laughing. you felt your soul leave your body.
y/n: it was an accident!!!
xiaojun: sure 😉
xiaojun: and i accidentally opened it 3 more times
xiaojun: i also accidentally zoomed in
you gripped your pillow like it was a stress ball.
y/n: DELETE IT
xiaojun: okay 👍
xiaojun: but it’s burned into my eyes so idk how that would help
y/n: i’m blocking you. you’re never gonna see me again.
xiaojun: you can’t. we’re literally co-hosting tomorrow.
y/n: shut up
y/n: here’s your actual birthday message
you made sure to send the picture of the beagle this time. triple-checking. fingers a little shaky.
xiaojun: cute!! thank you, y/n ☺️
xiaojun: but i think i liked the first one better
y/n: go to sleep, pervert
xiaojun: sweet dreams 😇
you flung your phone onto the bed, laying face down, muffling your screams into your pillow, legs kicking like you were trying to physically expel the embarrassment from your body. you were going to have to go into work tomorrow and look him in the eye — the same eyes that had definitely looked at your nipples in 4k.
the next day
you walked into the broadcast venue with your head held high, armed with denial and strong coffee. you were a professional. this was just another day hosting the show. except…it wasn’t.
because xiaojun was already there, leaning against the dressing room doorway, grinning like the devil himself.
“morning,” he teased, eyes flicking once, just once, down to your chest before meeting your gaze again.
you narrowed your eyes, “eyes up here, birthday boy.”
he smirked, “how can you expect me not to look?”
your cheeks burned but you refused to give him the satisfaction.
you breezed past him, muttering, “i’m never greeting you a happy birthday again.”
on stage, it got worse. while the cameras rolled and the lights blazed down, you were doing your job — announcing the groups, reading cue cards, smiling like you hadn’t flashed your co-host the night before. but you felt it. every time you turned your head, xiaojun was already looking. not subtly. not innocently. like he was remembering every single pixel of that photo.
during a break, you hissed under your breath, “stop staring at my chest.”
he leaned in, close enough for you to smell his cologne, “i’m just…appreciating my birthday gift.”
you wanted to punch him. and maybe…just a little…you wanted to see how far you could push him.
by the next segment, you’d made your decision. if he wanted to play this game, you were going to play it on your terms.
the stage lights dimmed for the next performance, a longer comeback stage that means you had a few minutes off-camera. the crowd roared, the bass trumped through the floor, you grabbed xiaojun’s wrist. he barely had time to react before you yanked him off the wings, slipping into one of the small, empty rooms backstage.
the door clicked shut behind you, “you’ve been eye-fucking me all day,” you said evenly, stepping into his space, “so tell me, what do you want, birthday boy?”
for a second, he just stared at you, wide-eyed, mouth parted like he wasn’t sure if this was a dream or a setup.
“you have no idea what that photo did to me,” he blurted, his voice almost desperate, “i couldn’t sleep, every time i closed my eyes i just saw you there, laying down on your bed, perfect tits ready to be—,” he cut himself off with a cough, swallowing hard, “i’ve been dying all day.”
“you got five seconds to tell me exactly what you want,” you warned, already turning like you might leave, “or i’m walking out.”
his eyes went wide, panic flashing across his face, “let me suck on your tits,” he said quickly, almost pleading now.
you arched a brow, trying to hide your blush. fuck it. before both of you could overthink, you pushed him back onto the small leather seat. he let out a low groan as you swung a leg over to straddle him, knees bracketing his thighs, the hem of your skirt riding dangerously high.
then you reached up, tugging your shirt down. your bra followed, straps slipping off your shoulders until your breasts were completely bare – flushed from adrenaline, nipples already stiff under his gaze.
“holy fuck–,” xiaojun’s voice cracked, his hands immediately coming up to cup you, “they’re even better than the photo.”
his thumb brushed over your nipples, and you sucked in a breath — sharper than you meant to.
“sensitive?” he asked, eyes flicking up to your face.
you hesitated before admitting, “always.”
his lips curled into something wicked, “oh, im gonna love this.”
without wasting another second, he leaned forward, mouth closing over one nipple, tongue swirling around it before sucking hard. you gasped, your body jolting involuntary at the sensation. his other hand kneaded your other breast, rolling the other nipple between his finger with just enough pressure to make your thighs clench around him.
“you’re shaking,” he murmured, switching sides without giving you time to recover, “god, you’re so hot.” then he sucked harder, pulling until your back arched, your hips grinding into his lap.
the heat between your legs was sharp now, insistent, and you cursed under your breath, “f-fuck, xiaojun–i–”
“you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?” he said, sounding half in awe, half wrecked, “fuck, just from me sucking your nipples…” he moaned into your skin, flicking his tongue rapidly before sealing his lips around you again and sucking like he needed it to breathe.
he pulled back just long enough to look up at you, pupils blown wide, voice soft and shaky, “i thought about this all night. i couldn’t get the way they looked out of my head…the way your nipples looked so—,” he broke off to groan, dragging his tongue slowly over you again.
then he switched sides, giving your other nipple the same treatment — slow circles with his tongue before drawing it into his mouth and flicking the tip until you were clutching his head closer. every pull, every flick sent heat pooling low in your stomach, your breath coming faster as he alternated between them, leaving both buds flushed and aching.
outside, the bass pounded and the fans screamed. inside this room, it was getting harder to remember there was an entire live broadcast happening just meters away.
you could feel him getting harder beneath you, but he seemed completely fixated on you — licking, sucking, biting just enough to make you gasp then soothing it with his tongue. his hands slid down your sides, gripping your waist like he couldn’t bear to let you go. then, without warning, he flicked both thumbs over your nipples over and over and over again, at the same time — quick, precise strokes that had your hips rolling into his lap.
your vision blurred, pleasure shooting down your spine and pooling low in your stomach. every flick, every pull was sending you higher, until — “oh–fuck–,” you moaned right by his ear, your whole body tensed as the orgasm through you. your hips rocked helplessly against him, your nipples aching in his mouth as waves pulsed through you, leaving your thighs trembling around his.
xiaojun froze for half a second, then pulled back just enough to stare at you like you’d just handed him the key to an entire new universe, “you came….just from that?” his voice was low, reverent, like he couldn’t believe it only took him sucking on your tits to get you there.
still panting, you managed, “told you. sensitive.”
his grip on your waist tightened, his pupils blown wide, “god, that’s so hot,” he dipped his head again, dragging his tongue over the still-flushed peak, “i’m gonna do this to you every chance i get.”
the sound of the MC cue faintly filtered in from the outside. they were wrapping up the performance. you had seconds left.
“you’re gonna go out there with these sore and flushed,” he murmured against your skin, pausing only to kiss the soft curve beneath your breast, “and i’m gonna know exactly why.”
you swore under your breath, tugging his head back up, but he caught your nipple betwen his lips again and gave one last, slow pull before finally letting go with a soft, wet pop.
“fix your shirt,” he said, still looking like he’s just been given the best meal of his life.
you yanked your bra and top back into place, still breathless, your chest tingling in the worst (best) way. he stood, straightening his suit like he hadn’t just ruined you.
when you stepped back under the hot stage lights, you plastered on your perfect smile. but every movement made the fabric of your bra brush against your sore, oversensitive nipples and it was maddening.
xiaojun didn’t make it easier. he glanced down at your chest once, slow and deliberate, before looking back at the camera with the same charming grin he always wore.
to everyone watching, he looked like the perfect co-host. to you, he looked like the devil who’d just found your greatest weakness and planned to exploit it.
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an: happy birthday to one of my wayv biases, xiaojun!!! this is my first time writing for him hehe. also this is inspired by a tweet i saw of people saying they could get off just from someone sucking/playing with their nipples. idk how accurate this is since i, personally, can not do that. big loss for me >.<
