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WARNING: slight spicy content with a fem!reader
[10:05 p.m.] your favorite thing in the entire world is to make xiaojun uncomfortable. you love seeing the flustered mess he becomes, it’s adorable. so, as you sit across him and sip your coffee, you have an idea. you’re just waiting for the right moment to execute it. he reaches for his mug, scrolling on his phone with his occupied hand. as soon as the rim of the cup touches his mouth and he pushes it back, you ask, “so do you have any kinks?”
the hot beverage is caught in his throat and his eyes go comically wide. he quickly swallows to avoid spitting his tea over the table. his gaze narrows as he focused on you, laughing with your face towards the ceiling, wiping your tears. “I fucking love catching you off guard, xiaojun, relax! you don’t have to answer it.” but xiaojun’s got an idea of his own.
he looks around the room to double check that no one’s around, before he clenches his jaw slightly and stands up from the chair, eyes fixed on your confused face. you watch as he walks closer to you and follow his movements as he pulls the chair right next to you and swings his legs over either side of it, leaning towards you. “you wanna know my kinks, baby girl?” now it’s your turn to go flustered, and although the boldness of his current actions are causing his neck to redden, xiaojun leans even closer. you could feel his breath on your face, your eyelids fluttering. his hand reaches up, and rests along the base of your neck, the cold rings on his fingers a sharp contrast to the radiating warmth from your beating jugular vein. “I‘ve always wanted to choke someone, that’s a kink that I’ve yet to try. besides that, being the dominant one is a huge kink of mine.” he could feel you swallow and you see the darks of his eyes peering into your soul. fuck, he’s got you now. the sexual tension in the air is so thick you could slice it with a knife, and the two of you keep glancing down at each other’s lips.
all of a sudden, he starts to laugh. hard. his hand leaves your throat and he raises fists of victory. “gotcha! how does that feel?” xiaojun watches you leave this trance and scowl at him, face heating up. “not good at all, you jerk,” you mumble, hiding your face in your hands. you can’t believe that. xiaojun coos at your reaction, ruffling your hair. “aw, now you’ll know not to mess with me, y/n.” and he walks out of the room, leaving you a hot, bothered mess. little do you know, though, that as soon as he shuts his door he can hear his heartbeat in his ears, shocked at what he just did.