toxic | nct dream

34. self-indulgent❤️‍🔥

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Chenle's kisses trailed up her chest towards her neck. Each one placed with more fervor than the last.

Her fingers latched onto his locks of hair, the other hand grasping onto his shoulder just to keep her balance.

Despite the reality of the situation; him being her future husband and that being intimate with him was only natural, it still brought her back to the sneaking around of the past.

Those 'your girlfriend's in the other room while we're making out in this dark corner' and 'my parents are home so we need to cover each other's mouths to silence our uncontrollable moans' kind of moments.

Those moments when the pleasure overtook the anxious guilt, and all she could feel was the weight of his body on top of, or pressed up against, hers.

He managed to turn her body, back now facing the piano. Slowly, with an arm wrapped around her waist, he pushed her down onto the instrument.

One hand held her cheek, maneuvering her face to give his lips more access to her jawline. Kisses getting sloppier and more desperate as the tension between the two increased.

The other hand pressed against her stomach, keeping her figure still against the piano. It cautiously moved under her top, up towards the side of her waist.

The second his fingers grazed her breast she let out a slight gasp and slipped down the instrument, arms smacking down on the keys causing an abrupt sequence of notes to play.

Chenle pulled his face away to stare down at the girl.

"Careful, Baby. She's a classic," he warned, a smug look on his face.

He had literally caught her slipping.

Xia recovered quickly, in spite of the fact that his hand was now fully caressing her breast. His breath fanning her lips.

"Be good," she taunted. A mischievous spark in her eye.

The man scoffed. "'Be good'? Be— be good," he repeated in feigned disbelief. "I'll show you 'good'. 'Be good'?!"

He's so cute, she thought with a chuckle. The animated way his face expressed fake offense.

Wasting no time Chenle leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers in a commanding kiss, compelling her to fall in line with his passionate pursuit.

He slipped his hand out from under her shirt so that he could grasp her leg and bring it to the other side of his body, letting the girl straddle him.

She gripped onto the hem of his T-shirt, lost to the seemingly burning sensation of his kiss.

His touch worked up her sides, fingers tracing her back until reaching her shoulder blades.

Hooking her two thin tank top straps around his index fingers he slowly started to tug them down her arms, eventually exposing her chest to him.

The cool air caused her to shiver, or maybe it was the way he touched her and took over her senses that made those goosebumps line her skin.

His kiss calmed down, the blazing fire waning down to a small tranquil flame. Like a campfire when the night's coming to an end.

He pulled away for just a second before giving her one last intimate peck.

"Are you alright?" Chenle asked sincerely. His hands holding her forearms lightly, just where she had hit the piano keys the hardest.

She was too gone to speak. Head filled with thoughts of him giving in to his most primal instincts and taking her right then and there on that piano.

He knew her body so well; what got her heart to race and legs to shake.

It was oftentimes frustrating how her physical would appease his self-indulgent ego even when her mental knew that it could all be for nothing.

She nodded eagerly, anticipation running through her mind of his next move.

That confirmation was enough for him. He buried his face in her neck, tasting her skin as if she was a melting sundae on a hot summer day.

In an odd way, in that moment, she kind of was.

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cont.

A short but sweet chapter while I'm working on my midterms.

I see quite a few people enjoyed the memory lane chapter. I'm planning to write more of those because there's so much of Xia and Chenle's history you don't know yet...

Thank you so much for 5k reads <3