Day 5: Xiaojun
Pairing: Xiaojun x female reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 4465
Warnings: Panty stealing, panty sniffing, perv!Xiaojun, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation (male), handjob, slight voyeurism, breast play, nipple play, slight spanking, slight degradation, fingering, begging, blowjob, hair pulling, praise, unprotected sex
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Dejun should feel guilty. Should is the keyword here, because he absolutely does not feel that way. You’re his friend and he should respect you more than to be stealing your used panties out of your laundry basket. But they’re right there, the opportunity presenting itself to him when the microwave announces the popcorn for movie night is done. The moment you spring up and out of your room to go grab it, his eyes drift over to the pile, trying to decide which pair he wants.
He’s not exactly sure when it started, but sometime recently he’s been seeing you in a different light. Your curves always seem to catch his eye these days, forcing him to wish away so many inappropriate boners whenever you spend time together. And when you sit on his lap during car rides with too many of your other friends, or rub up against him while dancing at the club. Frankly, you’re driving him crazy.
But Dejun doesn’t wanna push the boundaries of your friendship. He likes having you around and doesn’t want to fuck that up just to get his dick wet once or twice. So he’s tried to forget about you, meeting other girls from Tinder to try and satisfy his urges. It never works though, because they simply aren’t you. He often finds himself wishing it was you moaning beneath him, or riding him, or eagerly sucking his cock.
Today might be his limit, he finds, as he gets up and walks over to your laundry basket. You won’t miss a single pair of panties; he knows this for a fact, since you’ve frequently complained to him about the amount you’ve had to buy. He briefly wonders if any other guy you’ve slept with has stolen a pair or two before he got the idea, but quickly shuts that down. You’re only getting popcorn and he needs to hurry up before you come back.
Dejun roots around for a few seconds, passing over a few pink and white pairs. They’re not very exciting aside from a little bow on the front. Then his eyes land on a pair of lace navy blue ones, which he immediately fishes out and shoves into his jeans. He hears your footsteps in the hall and rushes back to the bed, rearranging himself just as you walk through the open door.
“Did you need something to drink before we start?” you ask, totally oblivious to the fact that he now has a pair of your underwear burning a hole in his pocket. Dejun’s cock twitches at the thought, a smirk appearing on his face. He’s about to make a dirty joke, but you whip out two bottles of beer from behind your back with a giggle. “I thought you might.”
You set the popcorn bag down on the bed and climb right over his lap to get to the other side, his eyes landing right on your ass. He fights down the urge to smack it with an open palm, shifting in his spot. Sometimes he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because why not cross the bed further down and avoid the chances of spilling the popcorn? But you smile innocently as you grab the popcorn bag, and he shakes the thought from his mind.
—-
The movie plays through without much else happening. You cuddle up a little too closely during some parts, throwing your legs into Dejun’s lap more than once. He half hopes you don’t feel his boner pressing against your thigh, but the other half hopes you do, maybe eventually turning and sliding your hand over top of his clothed dick. Unfortunately you don’t, leaving him uncomfortable in his jeans for at least the final hour.
You stretch your limbs out after turning off the screen, moaning softly as your joints crack and give you relief. Dejun tries to ignore you, gathering up the empty beer bottles you both consumed and walking to the kitchen. He can’t wait to get home and look at his prize - your stolen panties - but he can’t just rush out of here or you’ll know something’s up.
He’s in the process of rinsing the third bottle out when you wander into the kitchen, coming up behind him and slinging your arms around his waist. This isn’t new; you always get a bit clingy after drinking. But his cock is still half hard in his jeans, and now it’s trapped between your soft curves and the kitchen cabinets.
“You should stay over,” you whine cutely, rubbing your face against his back. God, does he want to. He imagines pulling you into his lap, kissing your pouty lips as he strips you of your pajamas. He wants to feel your ass in his hands, to suck on your nipples and bury his cock into your sweet, fluttering hole. His thoughts almost carry him away, that is until you poke his side abruptly with your fingers. “Well?” you ask.
He looks down at you, setting aside the beer bottle he was rinsing out for you. You look so cute, face slightly flushed and eyes glossy from the alcohol. He wants to kiss you so bad, but you’re intoxicated and while he may be a pervert, he’s at least better than that. Besides, he wants to make you look like that purely on his own effort. So he shakes his head, gently peeling you off of him.
“Sorry sweetheart,” he teases you, turning back to rinse the rest of the bottles out. “I’ve got work early tomorrow, so I have to go home.”
You pout a bit more while he finishes up, but you don’t touch him again. It’s a good thing, because he might cave in otherwise. You watch him as he collects the rinsed bottles and heads towards the front door, slipping on his shoes. “I’ll see you next week,” he grins, ruffling your hair slightly. It makes you huff, but it’s about all he can do without risking a boner popping back up.
—-
You swear you wore your navy blue panties last week, but here you are a few hours before date night, unable to find them anywhere in your laundry basket. You feel insane, wondering if your washer had really eaten another favorite pair of yours. It’s not like you ended up at a friend’s house after drinking too much either - ah, that’s right, you did go to Dejun’s recently. You grab your phone and text him as a last resort.
> Weird question, did I accidentally leave a pair of navy blue panties at your apartment last week?
You flop down on your bed. It’s kinda stupid to be asking now, it’s not like you can wear them if he finds them. They’re most likely still dirty; he’s not exactly the type to just throw your forgotten laundry in with his. Well, maybe if he answers fast enough you can do a quick load.
Meanwhile, Dejun feels his heart racing. He’s actually forgotten all about taking your panties last week, having come home and collapsed as soon as he got in the door. He finds the jeans he wore to your house and fishes them out of the front pocket, sucking in a deep breath when he sees them.
It’s fortunate that you’d been at his house last week too, providing a perfect excuse for his possession of them. Of course he had to pick one of your favorite pairs; that was just his luck.
> Yeah, they’re here in the bathroom. You should stop stripping when you’re drunk, babe. There’s some real weirdos out there!
He snickers to himself as he sends the message, holding up your panties in his hand. He takes all of two seconds to consider it before holding them up to his nose, taking a big whiff. Your scent washes over him immediately, cock springing to life. He abandons his phone on the bathroom counter and heads to his room, feeling the immediate need to rub one out.
Of course, in his eagerness, he misses your next text.
> Oh thank god, I’ll swing by and pick them up in a bit!
Dejun throws himself on his bed, hurriedly pushing his sweatpants down. They only make it to his knees before he’s wrapping your panties around his cock, groaning softly. The lace feels nice against his skin as he strokes up and down, precum dripping from his tip and staining the used fabric. His mind is in a frenzy, wondering what it’d be like to see his fluids on your pussy. Would you moan and try to hide your face from him in embarrassment? Or would you use your fingers to spread your lips wider, letting it dribble down your puffy folds? Dejun thinks he might go insane either way, squeezing the base of his cock to stop himself from cumming right away.
He edges himself for a while, alternating between frantic tugs on his cock and slow drags, further soiling your underwear with his fluids as he groans and thrusts into the air. He’s not sure how he’s going to act normal around you after doing this, not when he’s going to spend every second imagining you underneath him.
He’s so lost in thought about what your fucked out face would look like that he misses the knock at his door, followed by the turning of the lock as you enter his apartment.
Dejun gave you a key to his place for safety a long time ago, so you don’t think anything of it when you kick off your shoes at the door and start wandering around. The apartment is quiet, so you guess maybe he’s sleeping, heading right for the bathroom where he told you your underwear was found.
You stop dead in your tracks when you hear a low moan cut through the hallway, your eyes widening slightly.
“Shit,” you whisper to yourself, placing a hand on the wall. You shouldn’t eavesdrop, but you’d be lying if you said you’ve never thought of your friend in that way. In fact, you’d sort of been dropping hints for months that you saw him as potentially being more than that.
Every time you went out, you made sure to dance on him for at least a few songs. You always wore your skimpiest pajamas when he came over for movie nights, hoping that one day he would just grab you and kiss the life out of you. Even sitting on his lap in crowded car rides or diner visits. Nothing ever seemed to work in your favor though.
But he doesn’t know you’re here, or he would’ve answered the door when you first knocked. His grunts flow from the bedroom rhythmically; there’s no way he isn’t jerking himself off right now. You walk closer to his door as quietly as you can, hoping the door is open at least a little bit. But even the sounds alone are a joy to hear.
You step around the corner, smiling as you see he left the door completely open. You should feel guilty and weird for spying on your friend like this, but he’s just so hot. There’s no harm if he never finds out, you reason with yourself.
However, you aren’t prepared for the sight that greets you as you get closer. Dejun’s certainly jerking off, but he’s got the navy blue panties you’ve been looking for in his hand too. He’s got your panties. Wrapped around his cock. Your mouth waters at the realization.
“Never would’ve pegged you for a total perv,” you drawl, stepping into the room. His eyes snap open in shock, then embarrassment as he tries to hide your underwear. It leaves his cock exposed, precum dribbling from the head.
“Shit, it’s not what it looks like-“ he starts, but you hold up your hand, still approaching the bed. You sit down beside him and slap a hand down on his thigh, squeezing gently. His cock twitches and more fluid leaks out, making you lick your lips.
“Kinda late for that,” you snicker, looking up at his face. He looks so cute when he’s panicking, but you decide to put him out of his misery. “You could’ve just said you wanted to fuck me, it’s not like I don’t want the same thing.”
His nostrils flare a few times before he leans forward and grabs your jaw, kissing you sloppily. You sort of fall into his lap, carefully avoiding his cock as you adjust your position.
“Never thought I’d have a chance,” he groans into your mouth, hands sliding up under your tank top. You’d rushed over here without a bra, as he soon discovers when he cups your bare breasts. “Oh my god, your tits are perfect.”
You giggle, picking up the discarded panties and examining them. “Lace, huh?” you muse, thumbing at the wet spots on the fabric. You grin and wrap the panties around his cock again, stroking experimentally. His breath stutters and he pauses to look down, the sight of your small hand around his dick making his brain fizzle out.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growls, squeezing your breasts in his hands. Now it’s your turn to moan, head falling forward. “Oh, keep doing that, sweetheart.”
He pushes your shirt up so he can actually see your bare tits, thumbs circling around the areolas. You push your chest into his hands, sighing as you continue to work his cock with the panties. Dejun thinks he’s going to cum embarrassingly fast at this rate, but he can’t bring himself to stop. His fantasies are all coming true right now, and he just wants to take it all in as it happens.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” he rasps, rolling a nipple between his fingertips. You mewl, thumbing at the head of his cock and spreading the precum around. “God, you’ve been taunting me for months-“
“You noticed?” you interrupt, eyes snapping open. You smirk, squeezing the shaft a little and making him groan. “I was starting to wonder if you were really that oblivious.”
His mind reels with the admission that you’d been trying to get his attention. He could’ve had you sooner? The thought drives him crazy, so he grabs your waist and rolls you underneath him, caging you in with his arms.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growls, sliding a hand down your stomach. He pauses for a second at the waistband of your leggings, glancing up for reassurance. When you nod, he peels them down, groaning as he realizes you didn’t wear underwear over here either. “Look at you, soaking the bed already.”
You let him roll you onto your stomach, enjoying the way he manhandles you like it’s nothing. You’ve dreamed about it for months, and now it’s finally happening. You let out a yelp when he smacks your ass suddenly, watching it jiggle.
“Bad girl, keeping this a secret from me,” he continues, cupping your pussy from behind. You groan, trying to shift yourself around for some relief, but he smacks your ass again in warning. “Bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?”
You shake your head, tears filling your eyes as you get more frustrated. Dejun grabs your hips and pulls you up onto all fours, teasing his fingers over your wet folds. The pressure isn’t enough, but you’d rather that than having him pull away, so you breathe shakily and let him do whatever he wants to you.
“Can’t believe you’d deny yourself of what you really want,” he murmurs, leaning over your back. You’re reminded that he’s still mostly clothed, the fabric of his t-shirt brushing against your skin.
“Please,” you whine, “I wanna touch you too!” He pauses, sighing before pushing you onto your back again. You catch yourself just in time to watch him peel off his shirt, mouth watering as you rake your eyes down his form.
Dejun takes your hands and puts them on his chest with a smirk. ”Go ahead, baby. Touch me,” he teases you, dragging one down to his cock. He wraps your smaller hand around the shaft and groans, guiding you slowly.
Something’s so hot about the way he controls your hand, your pussy throbbing as he makes you jerk him off. You feel the urge to have his cock in your mouth, so you look up with pleading eyes.
“Put it in my mouth,” you beg, and Dejun thinks you’re going to kill him tonight if you keep acting like this. The girl of his dreams wants to suck him off? Say less, honestly.
He lets go of your hand and stands up, kicking off his sweatpants the rest of the way. His cock is heavy in his hand as he holds it, motioning you over to the edge of the bed. You crawl over and lay down right underneath him, giggling when he pokes his tip at your lips.
You open your mouth for him and he slides his dick inside easily, groaning at the hotness of your mouth. He can’t help but thrust just a little further, enjoying the way your throat rapidly constricts around him. He’s got to be the luckiest guy in the world, getting to see you like this.
“Fuck, you’re so hot!” he moans, as you grip his thighs and take him deeper into your throat again and again. Your breasts jiggle as you suck him off, the sight driving him crazy. He doesn’t even care that he’s about to cum, instead wondering if you’ll let him cum down your throat or on your tits.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, squeezing the base of his dick as he pulls it out from your mouth. You smirk, opening your mouth wide for him. Dejun’s brain fizzles out entirely as he buries his dick in your throat with a groan, hand cupping your jaw carefully as he holds you there. “Fuck,” he mutters, letting his load go.
It feels like he cums for ages, his hot seed filling your mouth over and over. Eventually you can’t swallow any more, the white fluid dribbling out of your mouth as you push him away. Dejun kneels on the bed next to you, admiring your glossy eyes.
“That was amazing,” he says, brushing your hair off your face. You look at him quickly, a mischievous smile on your lips.
“We’re not done here yet,” you purr, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows. You climb on top of him, your wet pussy leaking onto his abdomen as you run your fingers over his chest.
Dejun thinks he’s going to pass out. He watches as your hands roam his body, already feeling his dick coming back to life with each and every touch of your small hands. He can’t wait to fuck you, to feel that sweet cunt wrapped around him tightly.
“So,” you start, humming to yourself as you wrap your hand around his half hard dick. “Did it turn you on that much to steal my panties?” You look at him with a grin, rubbing your fingers over the head and watching it dribble pathetically.
“So much,” he groans, head falling back against the pillows. “You didn’t even know they were gone, but I had them wrapped around my dick. So, so, so many times, too.” Dejun lifts his head suddenly and smirks. “Just imagining it was that cute little pussy of yours drove me crazy, you know?”
You can’t help but moan a little at his shamelessness. The thought of your friend jerking himself off repeatedly with your underwear shouldn’t be so appealing, but maybe you’re a little more twisted than you realize. Either way, it makes you stroke his cock faster, eager to finally get him inside of you.
“Come here,” Dejun says, motioning you to get closer. You lean forward, a bit surprised when he pulls you in for a deep kiss. Even through your horny brain, you can tell it’s not just an in the moment thing.
“Before we take this any further, you do know that I like you, right?” Dejun looks at you sincerely and brings your free hand over his heart, your heart fluttering in your chest a bit. “I don’t want to do this if you aren’t sure.”
You melt just a little bit, leaning down to kiss him again. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Dejun. And I don’t just mean your cock, though I’d really like it inside of me soon.”
He grins, grabbing your hips and rolling you underneath him. “Good thing you don’t have to wait anymore, baby girl,” he coos, spreading your legs. He kisses up your inner thigh, lapping at your juices with his tongue. Honestly, he wants to make you cum on his face first, but you’re pulling on his hair so tightly that he guesses you want his cock just a little bit more right now.
“We can do that later,” you tell him when he looks up at you, reaching down to spread your lips apart. Your pussy looks so inviting, Dejun’s mouth watering as he strokes his cock. “I need you inside of me.”
It doesn’t take but a few more strokes for him to be ready, gently teasing you with the head as he rubs it up and down your folds. You groan and tug at your nipples in frustration, making him chuckle as he grips your jaw and forces you to look at him.
“You’re so cute and needy,” Dejun teases, eyes trailing down your body slowly. It’s still a dream that you’re under him like this, so he wants to commit everything to memory in case you later change your mind. He doesn’t think you will though, not with the way you’re looking back at him right now.
“Can you fuck me already?” you say abruptly, making him snort. That’s the girl he knows and loves, always to the point. He rolls his eyes at you and slides his cock inside, enjoying the way your eyes roll back in your head from the feeling.
“Good enough for you?” he whispers, leaning down to kiss you again. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of your lips, so soft and pliant against his own. Dejun knows this version of you won’t last long, so he takes full advantage of it while he can, running his hands gently up and down your sides.
All you can really do is squirm and moan underneath him, desperate to get any kind of friction. But Dejun holds you still, kissing you over and over. His lips trail down your neck, smiling to himself when he feels you gasp suddenly. He loves having this effect on you.
“Please,” you whisper in frustration. He’s nipping at your chest now, but you slide a hand through his hair and force him to look up at you. “Move,” you practically beg.
Dejun wants to drag it out a little longer, but when you ask him like that, he can’t really resist. Plus, his cock is throbbing inside of you, his release just around the corner. With a grin, he adjusts your leg over his shoulder and looks into your eyes.
“Are you ready, pretty girl?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer to start moving. The first stroke is so deep you’re throwing your head back into the pillows, unable to hold back your moan. You can feel his cock slide against your walls, hot and hard.
“Fuck,” you curse, arching your back.
Dejun chuckles, kissing the inside of your knee. “I thought that’s what I was doing,” he teases you. The pace he sets is quick, chasing both his high and yours. You dig your nails into his back and cry out with every thrust, your pussy fluttering around his cock.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm coming on, but you don’t really care at this point. You put your mouth next to Dejun’s ear and whisper that you’re close, smirking as you feel his hips falter a little. It feels good to once again have the upper hand in this situation, even if only for a second.
Dejun lets your leg drop from his shoulder, positioning it around his hip instead. He’s fucking you like the world is ending, powerful thrusts sending you further up the bed with each passing second. You reach down to play with your breasts, forcing a groan from his mouth as he becomes entranced by the sight.
“Where should I cum?” he asks you for the second time that night, brushing stray hair out of your face. You grin and squeeze your breasts together invitingly, and that nearly sends him over the edge right then and there. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you.
He reaches between your bodies and rubs quick circles on your clit, which has you cumming around his cock in record time. You wrap your arms around Dejun’s neck and hold him close to you as you ride out your orgasm, your body shaking slightly with every aftershock.
When you’re done and slumped against the pillows, he pulls out of you with a hiss and kneels over your spent body, quickly jerking his cock over your heaving chest. You look up at him with glossy eyes and it sends him right over the edge, white ropes of cum splattering all over your warm, damp skin.
“Holy shit,” he breathes out, collapsing next to you. You’re about to agree, but Dejun cups your cheek and gives you the softest kiss, melting all thoughts from your brain entirely. “That was amazing,” he adds as he pulls away.
You don’t know what to say now that it’s all over, your eyes fixed on a random spot on the bed. You know you should clean up and go to the bathroom, but you still need time to process the fact that you just fucked your best friend.
“Hey, you know I wasn’t lying, right?” You turn your head at Dejun’s voice, his hand coming to rest on your cheek. “I really, really, really like you. And not just for your pretty underwear.”
You snort out a laugh, smacking his chest. “Oh my god, please. And yes, I believed you the first time. I just…need to let all of this sink in.”
He wiggles his eyebrows, sliding a hand down your side until he’s gripping your ass. “Sink in? Maybe I should sink into something, too.”
You hit him again, a little harder than before. “Shut up, perv,” you groan, burying your face in his chest at the implication. But you can’t help the arousal that pools in your gut, already thinking of round two.
