The King's Avatar one-shot (xreader)

Han Wenqing- Vegas

"Oh it's Ol' Wen's turn, treat him right," Ye Xiu smirked at Wenqing and gave you a light nudge on your arm to make you look up to your partner for 20 minutes in Vegas.

"Well, be aware, I don't think he can get it up anymore tho."

"Ye...Xiu," you smiled nervously and avoided eye contact with Wenqing who had a heated staredown with his rival rather than giving you his attention. 

That was actually fine for you, you enjoyed the little distraction that almost turned into a big commotion with the help of Steamed Bun adding more fuel to the fire. Once you had enough you actually stood up and approached Wenqing since everyone else was rather savouring the trash talking going on between those adults than stopping them.

"Erm... Wenqing, can we just go?" you had to tug on his clothes to make him aware of your presence.

You were even more nervous when his eyes fell on you. Wenqing was brusque looking as always and it felt like he would scorn you any minute. To your surprise, however, Wenqing finished his quarrel with Ye Xiu by ignoring him and giving him and Steamed Bun a scowl. Exactly the one you would never want to get and were thankful Wenqing's expression turned normal when he faced you:

"Fine, let's go."

You just nodded and went into the room, however you sat there with him on the bed in awkwardness for what felt like infinity. Gathering all of your courage you glanced next to you only to be caught by him in the act and your head immediately turned the other side. Your wide eyes stared holes in the wall. 

"You-"

As if needles pricked you, you jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, Wenqing didn't seem to notice it since he continued speaking:

"don't actually believe what Ye Xiu said right?"

"Huh?" you were surprised, you didn't know that Wenqing, Wenqing out of all people, would be worrying about something that Ye Xiu said or in particular what Ye Xiu talked about.

You looked at Wenqing and witnessed him staring right in front of him with a hint of embarrassment.

"So adorable", you smiled a little. It was unusual for him to show this side. It was refreshing and made him less intimidating.

"Did you just call me 'adorable'?"

"What? Did I just that out loud?"

"So you did say it."

"W-What? No! Erm yea, kinda, I guess?" caught off guard you gave him weird answers.

"So what do you mean by that?" Wenqing got closer to you on the bed. 

He moved over to you, putting his hands on your thighs while his face was dangerously close to yours.

"So what do you mean by that?" he repeated himself after you didn't answer him for quite a while.

You couldn't concentrate, you heard his question but it went straight in and out again. You gulped lightly and to avoid looking in his face you let your gaze wander down to his shirt and witnessed his toned bare chest through the neckline of his shirt. You gulped again and started fanning yourself.

Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

"Hey, I asked you a question," he grabbed your hand in motion and pulled you closer to him.

At what degree can't it get hotter? At 100? Oh wait isn't that the boiling point for water? W-What am I thinking? sweat ran down the side of your face. 

Your mind was in total chaos, you had no idea how to think straight anymore. Useless and incoherent thoughts entered your mind and then left quickly making you feel dizzy and unaware of your surroundings. The heat made everything worse. You could barely detect Wenqing talking to you before he furrowed his brows. 

And then suddenly the dizziness was shaken out of you and the fog in your head cleared up upon the impact with the bed. Wenqing actually pushed you on the bed rather ungentle. Slowly coming back to your senses you rubbed your shoulders and lifted your head to see over the edge of the bed.

And what you saw, made the blood freeze in your veins. You didn't dare to breathe. Everything went still and stopped, everything except Wenqing standing in front of the bed, glaring down at you.

You gulped, little sweat drops repeatedly made their way down each part of your body. You were too stunned to know what to do with your hands, at one moment you ordered them to cover your eyes, at the other second they fumbled around with the bedsheets until your survival instincts kicked in, making your body back up hitting the railing of the bed and your hands now clenched the bedsheets.

With a racing heart and big, anticipating eyes you watched Wenqing slowly but way too erotic take off his shirt, revealing his bare upper body and the strikingly tight muscles that covered his stomach. You felt your saliva going back down your throat while the heat that evaporated into thin air around you, condensed and entered your body again, starting from your feet to slowly creeping up your limbs.

You wished you had covered your eyes but you thanked heavens for that stunning view. Wenqing...he was ripped. Too ripped for a pro player, too ripped for a male or any human being. Too ripped for his and your own good.

The shirt, he held over his shoulder, was thrown at you and covered your head. You panicked, you couldn't see anything, it was dark and you were still too enamoured by his body to snap out of your daze and actually get his shirt off your face. Gradually a ravishing smell, coming from his shirt, bemused your senses and played around with you for a while until you noticed the bed's weight being pulled down.

Wenqing got on the bed and closed in on you!

Defensively you held your hands in front of your body but Wenqing pulled you by the ankles down on the bed again. He slowly got his shirt off you and you realised you were held captive under him. However he didn't smirk, teased you or looked amused.

He just stared at you with his dark brown eyes hiding a dangerous glint that showed through for a second having your whole body tremble under his. A smirk would have ruined this moment caught between a swirl of intimacy and intimidation that suited him much better and what made him so irresistibly hot.

You almost squeaked, quickly slapping your hands over your mouth when you felt Wenqing's big yet cold hands on each side of your hips trailing your upper body up and down while his face still wore a severe expression with his eyes refusing to release their dark and menacing grip they had on you.

Damn, you cursed. The  increasing coldness that shook your body violently wasn't due to Wenqing's sinister aura, that threatened to swallow you and weaken you entirely, but rather was a sign of your excitement caused by his unpredictable actions, surprisingly or maybe even unsurprisingly, oozing from the dark attraction. You shivered yet again as his hands stopped moving and firmly grabbed your waist. His eyes never broke contact.

Then he stopped. He just stopped. He stopped moving. His hands remained on your body, his eyes fixated on torturing you mindless while you on the other hand were fidgeting not being able to stand him not doing anything to you. 

Minutes passed and you wanted to go crazy. Your urges dominated every fibre of your body, restlessly making you debate if you should move first. Heady you moved your eyes down his body and trembled in pleasure coming across such a view. However he still wore his pants, you wanted to tear it off.

You flinched when something rushed and landed next to your head. 

You flinched again when something moved up between your legs.

You now refused to look anywhere but his eyes.

"I don't like being ignored," his husky voice was so close, you were melting.

His hand on the bed next to your head caressed your ear while his lips captured yours and claimed them his. You wanted to break the kiss but he forced you to endure, leaving you with no other choice but to moan against his lips while they were in perfect sync with his knee moving against your private part, exceeding your limit for what you were able to take.

If you ignored him every time, what kind of unimaginable pleasure could you attain?