'ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃⁿᶜʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ
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-ᴀʀᴛ-❝Baby, would you let me draw on you?❞ Renjun caresses your hair, still focused on his phone, scrolling down through the pictures. You are on his lap, cuddled up into his chest since you were free, bored out of mind and kind of dazed, with the unchaste thoughts going on in your mind.
Wide-eyed, you stutter through your words, ❝Iㅡ you said draw me, right?❞ your hushed tone makes him chuckle, and he tilts your head, to make you look at him, ❝No, would you let me draw on you?❞ he ask, his eyes lingering on your lips. He could just dive in for a kiss, but he opts to stare, admire how you nervously run your tongue over your lips. You nod, speechless and stunned, ❝Where are you gonna draw?❞
❝Your back?❞
You blink, taking a few seconds to process things, but he utters, panicked because of your silence, ❝I meanㅡ if you don't want to, that's completely fine❞ you peck lips, but his fingers curls around the back of your neck, pushing you closer to him, and capturing your lips between his, ❝Ren justㅡ❞ you place your palm over his chest, weakly pushing him, ❝ㅡstart draw-ing❞
He smirks, unbuttoning your shirt with his slender fingers occasionally brushing your skin. You gasp at the strange sensation, as he slips off the clothing from your shoulder, and you could feel him tug lightly your corset strings, making you take a sharp breath and close your eye. He chuckles softly, lifting you up and placing you on his bed. You wordlessly lie on your front, burying your face on the pillow.
You could hear the faint rustles and the draw being opened and closed. Soon, you could feel him near you, lips pressing on your shoulder, and the corset strings being undone. You bite lips, and the blush on your cheek is so prominent, ❝Which color? Pink or Red?❞ his voice is near your ear, hands feeling you up.
❝Red!❞ you squeak, when you feel cold water drops on your back but in a second, his lips are on you, still cold but you feel hot all over. Your fingers clutch the sheets so tightly and he chuckles, ❝Ready, baby?❞ and the wet brush slowly glides on your skin.
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after midnight | nct oneshots
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