The King's Avatar one-shot (xreader)

Ye Xiu-Vegas

Note: Ye Xiu says in the pic: How do you find Glory? Play it with me *smirk* *a smoke heart*

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"What, you don't like your choice?" Ye Xiu smiled.

"Forced choice," you retorted.

You gulped lightly when the bottle pointed at Ye Xiu. This wasn't good at all, not at all. After all, this guy was famous for his teasing.

"Let's go," Ye Xiu stood up and stared at you.

"No!" you refused, your gaze focused on the ground.

"Be good and follow me," his hand patted your head.

Your ears heated up, you could hear the noises the others made. Reluctantly you let Shaotian show you guys to a room way in the back.

"To have privacy," he clarified.

Once Ye Xiu and you entered, Shaotian added: "20 minutes start!" 

and locked the door.

"Oh, nice! There's even a bed here," Ye Xiu sat down, you faced the door, 

"so we can comfortably do our business. How considerate of them... you don't wanna come here?"

"I refuse."

"Ah," he sighed, "what should I do?"

A light giggle underlined his voice.

Gosh dang it, you could feel yourself melting.

"What should I do?" this time he whispered in your ear, you were so focused staring at the door you completely missed him approaching you.

Surprised you jumped forward and your head was about to hit the door when his right hand covered your forehead while his left wrapped around your waist. Instead of your head, his hand bumped into the door.

"Wha-" you spun around and freed yourself from his embrace.

"I'm sorry," you said sincerely and viewed his injured hand.

"It's alright," he withdrew his hand, "but if you want to make up for it, get in bed with me?"

His crooked smile looked even more taunting under the moonlight. However, you didn't say anything and let him escort you to the bed.

"So...where should we start?"

"How about burying you under the mattress?"

"Haha let's be serious."

"I am."

"Haha," Ye Xiu laughed nervously, you looked like you really meant it.

"Hm, how about this?" confused you watched his movements.

He stretched out his arms.

"A hug?"

He nodded and smiled nicely for a change, "Or do you rather prefer being pinned down?"

There it goes...what a waste.

"Or do you prefer the top?"

"Didn't 20 minutes already pass? If you excuse me," the minute you stood up, you were pulled back and landed on his lap. 

His head rested in the crook of your neck, "and?" he hummed.

"T-Too close," you tried to wriggle out of his embrace.

"I like it."

"Y-You do..." you meekly voiced.

"Oh, so you like this too?"