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Chu Wanning knew he shouldn’t be here, dolled up in the cutest pink set he’d sneakily kept in his closet. he had an overwhelming, desperate need to feel desired—regarded in a way he felt unworthy of.
It’s true that he presented more androgynously in his day-to-day life, but he couldn’t ignore the thrill of being leered at like a pretty doll. he was ever so cognizant of the space he took in a room. taught to never draw attention, to always be invisible.
Mustering up the courage to leave the house in an outfit that had long been collecting dust in the depths of his closet—away from the prying eyes of his overbearing parent, Huaizui, he decided to take a risk.
He rarely treated himself to anything out of his comfort zone—his strict adherence to rules limiting him to the same plain clothes. inundated as he was by his cripplingly low self-esteem, he thought going to a cosplay convention would be a perfect escape!
Chu Wanning looked breathtaking in this rosy pink set. blissfully unaware of how tempting the sight of his exposed, soft skin was.
He grit his teeth through the restless discomfort gnawing at him, repeating to himself that it was an adult convention he was attending.
Chu Wanning completely glossed over just how sheer and tiny these garments were—a tight latex thong doing little to hide the most alluring parts of him, with a zipper right in the middle for easy access.
If he hadn’t avoided giving himself a look-over in the mirror, he would’ve noticed that the delicate swell of his chest was barely concealed by the micro bra he had on—unaccustomed to wearing one as he is—the fabric thin enough to make out the gradient of his nipples
The best part? the bra was crisscrossed at the back, adorned with little bat-like wings. he could only be described as a playful, tempting succubus.
He even added a little womb tattoo! clumsily placed because he couldn’t stop blushing as he applied it.
Needing a little more coverage, he put on a jacket and a skirt before heading out. there was no way he could get tickets to this after-dark cosplay event, but he could always try sneaking in.
Chu Wanning, however, severely underestimated how many eyes would be on him.
Blurring into the crowd, Chu Wanning was able to get past the gate. he avoided eye contact with any of the security on duty as he sneakily shrugged off his jacket—bare skin hitting the cold, biting air of the convention center.
He was having second thoughts about this whole thing—filled with trepidation as he clumsily stuffed his jacket into his bag, sneaking glances at the gate he had barely just slipped through. his usual perfect posture nowhere to be seen. maybe he had pushed himself enough for today.
Little did Chu Wanning know, a certain security guard HAD taken notice of him. bored on his shift and not giving enough fucks to check for tickets 7 hours in. he was idling away—people-watching—when he caught sight of gorgeous, flowing black hair.
Mo Ran hadn’t planned on doing anything at first until he witnessed that mysterious, long-haired beauty shrug his jacket off—revealing bewitching, unblemished stretch of porcelain. skin that looked impossibly soft. smooth curve of thighs too enticing to ignore.
“Gorgeous..” Mo Ran whispered.
He’d been surrounded by scantily clad cosplayers all night—completely unfazed—but THIS was a sight to behold, his hypothetical tail wagging as he approached that absolute doll, up to no good.
Meanwhile, Chu Wanning was internally fighting a losing battle. equal parts stubborn and insecure as he contemplated whether to go home or not. he was so lost in his thoughts that he failed to notice someone approaching him. until a large, warm hand made contact with his exposed back.
Chu Wanning turned around, the sight looming over him making him catch his breath.
It was the most gorgeous uniformed man he had ever seen. Chu Wanning had to force his trembling lips shut before he embarrassed himself in front of this domineering, mysterious figure.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Dark purple eyes locked onto his petite, hunched form—causing whatever excuses Chu Wanning had rehearsed to slowly dissolve from his brain. suddenly flustered beyond belief and filled with shameless intrigue towards this complete stranger.
Chu Wanning didn’t like this—feeling his all-too-exposed body heat up, mumbling that he had lost his tickets while also losing the grip he had on his usual rational demeanor. a bewildering side of him felt like he was right where he wanted to be—near this strange, irresistible man.
“Maybe… I should check my bag” Chu Wanning said, face lightly flushed as he met the eyes of this taunting security guard—whose hands were locked in place as he firmly massaged between Chu Wanning’s shoulder blades—dizzying warmth seeping into his trembling form.
Chu Wanning knew he got busted, but maybe it was for the best? he had a new goal in mind, but he wasn’t confident he could pull it off.
Stumbling over his words, Chu Wanning managed to mumble “But the crowd’s too big.. could you help me search somewhere more private?”
The security guard chuckled, clearly not taking him seriously as he shifted to maintain a more professional distance “Name’s Mo Ran… I’m already working overtime, you really picking my last shift to start trouble?”
Chu Wanning felt like he was being toyed with—the added distance leaving him uncharacteristically parched. He chased the ghost of those firm hands on his body, retorting with a stubborn edge to his tone, “then.. you’d have to fully search me before kicking me out!”
Mo Ran was floored by this little temptress’s boldness. It seemed like the boy wasn’t trying to hide the fact that he shouldn’t be here, yet his clumsy defiance sparked something dangerous inside Mo Ran—what harm would it do to double-check before escorting him out?
Mo Ran took him to an empty break room, deeply curious as to what this succubus was planning.
“Alright, we’re here. you plan on handing over your bag?”hearing this, Chu Wanning surveyed the room. he had to find somewhere to sit before his wobbly knees gave out.
Chu Wanning could feel that intimidating presence behind him as he walked towards the couch he managed to spot. he moved to place his bag before being caught off guard by Mo Ran hovering over him to intercept it—emptying its contents.
“Hmm.. I can’t seem to find any tickets. you sure there’s nowhere else I should look?”
Chu Wanning’s mind went blank—he had no idea how to respond.
Sandwiched between the couch and Mo Ran, he turned around to face that intimidating presence before helplessly tumbling backwards.
It would’ve taken tiniest brush of Mo Ran’s hand to guide that little body into any position he wanted, but it seemed like he didn’t have to do much “Maybe.. I should inspect you personally?” mo ran purred into Chu Wanning’s delicate ear, blushing baby pink like his outfit.
A choked gasp was caught in Chu Wanning’s throat—shiver racing down his spine at the brush of breath against his skin. he was warring against his own desire. his show of defiance failing miserably as he sat stiffly in place, weirdly not wanting to run.
“Fine by me!” Chu Wanning bit back, embarrassed by the audible gasp he let out at the sudden close proximity. He clenched his fists, sat in place—trembling—as the strap of his bra enticingly slid down his shoulder from the sharp movement.
Mo Ran was all over him. fingers sinking into Chu Wanning’s long, soft hair.
He had already gotten lost in the younger boy’s scent—a warm, milky sweetness that was hard to resist. “You gonna let me do a good, thorough job?” Mo Ran drawled, voice sending tingles down Chu Wanning’s spine.
Mo Ran couldn’t help but lick along the rim of Chu Wanning’s ear, wanting to taste, to mark that soft blushing skin. he was intoxicated by the little mewls coming out of that nervous mouth. If this was all it took to get Chu Wanning so wonderfully obedient,who could resist toying with him?
Little hums and moans kept escaping Chu Wanning’s throat. naturally, mo ran had to investigate the source of those noises. Dragging the little bit of wetness glistening on Chu Wanning’s parted lips, Mo Ran retracted his finger—wrapping it around his own mouth to taste.
“So fucking sweet” Mo Ran whispered, thumb dancing over the soft curve of Chu Wanning’s mouth.
He pushed it deeper and deeper—creating the most striking contrast between his rough, calloused finger and those pretty glistening lips.
Mo Ran flattened the pad of his thumb over that pliant tongue, exploring further as he left feather light touches over the soft interior of Chu Wanning’s mouth. He so badly wanted to replace that finger with his heady arousal, pitifully responsive to the boy in front of him.
Mo Ran fumbled to unbuckle his belt, rushing to guide a very nervous Chu Wanning to palm at his still-growing arousal through his underwear. light gasps escaped the velvety soft lips around his finger. curious breathy hums at reaching this uncharted territory, driving Mo Ran mad.
Mo Ran had completely lost track of what he was here to do, but neither of them seemed to mind. he reached over to caress Chu Wanning’s shoulders, his back, his thighs…
Chu Wanning felt dizzy with desire, goosebumps filling his body. the warm sensation of heat pooled between his legs as he obediently parted them—his tiny skirt doing very little to cover up his drenched pussy.
Mo Ran trailed a thumb alongside those delicate thighs.
“Should I examine… here?” He thumbed at the juncture between Chu Wanning’s inner thighs and wet, needy spot. Chu Wanning hummed in approval, lifting his hips to slide off his skirt—giving Mo Ran a more breathtaking, sinful sight.
Mo Ran got on his knees in front of him. taking in every bit of the delicacies offered up just for his eyes. he noted just how uncomfortable Chu Wanning must feel, tight latex thong clinging onto every crevice of his folds. zipper still held in place.
He prodded at it. pushing the vertical, solid structure into those folds, satisfying that maddening itch deep inside Chu Wanning, the prettiest of moans filling the room.
Chu Wanning decided he didn’t want to leave without an offering warming up his insides.
He had Mo Ran in a trance, so he asked.. “could you maybe search me.. all the way deep into here?” Chu Wanning pointed right above his navel, finger circling his exposed midriff, almost as if he were begging to be filled up—Mo Ran was overdue for a VERY deep and thorough search.
Chu Wanning looked so painfully tantalizing in his costume. lightly panting as he looked deep into Mo Ran’s eyes with a lust-addled gaze. the rising and falling of his petite body beyond hypnotic. Mo Ran brought his lips to that exposed sternum and licked a path down.
Chu Wanning squirmed under his ministrations. It was precious. Mo Ran tongued at the sensitive dip of his navel, teasing little gasps out of this endearingly ticklish boy.
He paused at the clumsily placed womb tattoo, tracing the shape w his fingers—making Chu Wanning shiver.
Mo Ran got up from his knees, moving to sit next to Chu Wanning. The size difference between them dangerously tempting—setting Mo Ran ablaze as he carried the much smaller boy onto his lap, letting him cop a much more intimate feel of what he was about to take.
Situating himself over that thick, overpowering length, Chu Wanning kept grinding down just enough to feel a bit of exhilarating pressure through his underwear, before rising up to safety—as if his body were teasing Mo Ran’s fervent arousal with sweet little kisses.
Even with a technique so endearingly unskillful, it was clear he was beyond eager to learn—already picking up on how to evoke the deep, primal grunts that Mo Ran practically growled into his ear, circling his narrow hips to elicit them over and over again.
It wouldn’t take much for Mo Ran to overpower him at any moment. Chu Wanning was playing a dangerous game with the light, teasing movements of his clothed cunt.
Holding him steady, Mo Ran reveled at the sight of his hand practically covering Chu Wanning’s midriff entirely.
He was just so much bigger.. he couldn’t wait to sink into this pretty doll of his.
Holding Chu Wanning’s little waist, he only had to expend the least bit of force to keep that trembling body suspended in place. now hovering in the air, Chu Wanning whined at the lack of contact and control.
There was no point pretending the difference in experience between them wasn’t as vast as could be.
Emboldened by the confidence that sexy little costume evoked in him, Chu Wanning thought he could embody a role unfamiliar and foreign to him.
Mo Ran chuckled, half-lidded eyes etching the sight of that squirming, needy body into his memory. “look at you attempting to chase any bit of sweet relief… but I’m afraid this little seductress act won’t work for much longer”
Chu Wanning frowned—attempting to grind down,
trying to feel any bit of stimulation—Mo Ran found him beyond adorable, gently squeezing that soft, delicate waist in his hands.
“I can feel you tremble over me. wanting to take the reins.. but too scared to go further” Mo Ran said, getting up from his reclined position on the couch. tenting arousal nudging at Chu Wanning, making him whine at the contact.
Placing the boy next to him, Mo Ran was about to continue his verbal teasing before being swiftly interrupted—an enraged Chu Wanning forcing their lips together.
Chu Wanning’s sweet, inexperienced mouth was wide open as he panted into the pair of lips that wouldn’t stop lecturing him.
He was on autopilot, glassy tear-filled eyes clenched shut—so overstimulated, getting lost in the unfamiliar, musky scent of arousal that permeated the air.
The open-mouthed kiss was wet and sloppy, Chu Wanning fumbling to slot his tongue into Mo Ran’s mouth just to have the tables turned on him once again. Mo Ran didn’t let that curious tongue explore further—he captured it between his lips and sucked.
Wet, amorous sounds filled the room. Mo Ran rhythmically worshipped that rosy tongue—up and down, making Chu Wanning wonder if he could cum from being practically fucked in the mouth like this—clit throbbing with the tempo of Mo Ran’s sucking.
Chu Wanning’s limbs felt like jelly. he was submitting to that skillful mouth as he felt himself go slack-jawed—whole body growing more docile and eager. legs shaking with pleasure as he attempted to wrap his arms around the warm, commanding presence in front of him. urging him closer.
It felt like every nerve in his body was on fire, his precious, tear-stained face so clearly overstimulated. with a hand resting on his neck, Mo Ran placed Chu Wanning’s back against the armrest, legs sprawled on the couch and pliantly parting to reveal a breathtaking view.
The zipper on his panties was half undone, the slider resting right under Chu Wanning’s swollen clit.
Mo Ran practically growled at the sight, heavy breath ghosting over Chu Wanning’s oversensitive nub as he captured the zipper in his mouth and pulled.
The sight that greeted him was irresistible. delicate folds blushing an angry shade of pink from all the self-inflicted friction against the latex of his panties—fabric digging in & peppering his sensitive skin w visible creases. Mo Ran wanted to massage them away with his mouth.
“Fuck… such a pretty cunt..” throat bobbing as he visibly swallowed. “what else could you be hiding?” Mo Ran’s voice was a few octaves lower—almost unrecognizable from the teasing security guard Chu Wanning first met.
Mo Ran wanted to strip him bare.
It would be such an undignified sight.. Chu Wanning’s unmarred bare skin against the run-down leather couch. Mo Ran unclasped the tiny bra, slowly sliding it off Chu Wanning’s flat, smooth chest to reveal the cutest pair of tits.
Chu Wanning scrambled to cover his nipples,embarrassed about his mismatched pair. one poked out—adorably hard in the brisk night air—while the other was slightly inverted & puffy.
Mo Ran desperately wanted to capture the deliciously soft one in his mouth while he played with the other.
Seeing him get so insecure, Mo Ran peeled Chu Wanning’s hands—pitifully trembling as he attempted to obscure his chest—and placed them on the waistband of his boxers. He knew Chu Wanning saw the wet patch there. he was just grinding on it. but it was about time he felt it inside him.
“All those sweet sounds you’re making.. is this what’s gotten you so vocal?” Mo Ran teased. with a grip around Chu Wanning’s wrists, he forced those trembling hands deeper inside.
Mo Ran kept eye contact as he guided him downwards, familiarizing him with that intimidating length.
Kneeling over Chu Wanning, he wrapped their hands together and pumped himself—Once, twice, three times. He moved Chu Wanning’s hand to cup at his painfully aching balls. involuntary, harsh movements making his erection spring free as Chu Wanning breathlessly took in this novel sight.
He was practically straddling Chu Wanning, the shadow left by Mo ran completely enveloped the smaller boy. he lowered himself so that his cock rested between those parted legs, thrusting over his twitching clit, as Mo Ran measured up how much space he would fill once inside.
The sight was maddening. Chu Wanning was horrified at the size of that thing as it hungrily twitched against his stomach, precum already dripping out as Mo Ran smeared it all over. his midriff was all sticky from Mo Ran’s arousal—tension heavy & intoxicating as they took in the view.
“Don’t think I’ll be left with an inch of that tiny body unexamined once I’m done with you”unable to stop himself from commenting on the perfection under him, Mo Ran smacked his aching cock against Chu Wanning’s stomach—weak whimper escaping the younger boy at the rough treatment.
Chu Wanning was jaw dropping—covered in a sheen of sweat as he helplessly reached to cover his tits, regaining a bit of modesty as he laid bare and ready for the taking.
He was a point of no return as Mo Ran applied friction against his leaking slit, so wet and begging to be filled.
Mo Ran couldn’t help but groan at the punishing ache he felt—the throes of desperate, painful need making it hard to focus. his cock swollen with blood as it hung heavy in his grip, slightly curved with a vein visible on its underside—one that Chu Wanning wished to trace the shape of.
Mo Ran made a show of fucking into his fist, every muscle in his lower body taut, straining w pressure. slow and teasing as that angry, leaking head peeked through his fist, thumbing his own slit and letting that clear liquid drip onto the existing mess on Chu Wanning‘s stomach.
“Fuck…need to see your body swell with my seed” Mo Ran was possessed by a need to spew obscenities—so enraptured by the sight in front of him as he zeroed in on the small, involuntary quivers his words evoked in Chu Wanning, cunt spasming with anticipation at the filth he was hearing.
Chu Wanning was growing frustrated at the lack of direct stimulation. “I want it… inside” he timidly said, gazing up at Mo Ran with a ravished look on his face. he wiggled his hips and spread his legs further apart—an invitation
How could Mo Ran deny him?
With one hand steadying Chu Wanning’s thigh, he brought his leaking, swollen head to that much smaller, tight hole. Grinding up and down, leaving a trail of combined wetness from the both of them.
Mo Ran used his thumb to collect all the sweet, milky liquid. Chu Wanning thought he was going for another taste, but instead, Mo Ran brought a finger to Chu Wanning’s lips, smearing that sweetness all over his mouth and on the side of his cheeks before bringing his face close.
He rested a hand on Chu Wanning’s chin before sliding his tongue across the sides of Chu Wanning’s mouth—collecting every bit of wetness he left before lapping at those precome-smeared lips and offering a taste, Chu Wanning graciously taking his share.
Chu Wanning didn’t expect that sharp, salty taste—it was so new to him and yet so intimate, prompting him to savor every little bit.
He was on autopilot, sucking and tonguing at Mo Ran. The smell of musk and sweat making his head go foggy.
Chu Wanning was so lost in the sensations, chasing Mo Ran’s mouth as he ground his clit up against the solid weight on top of him. Mo Ran took advantage of the distraction as he slowly repositioned himself against that quivering, hungry cunt.
He slowly pushed into the warmth offered up for him. Barely breaching that tight inner ring before Chu Wanning cried out at the searing heat invading him, eyes tightly shut as he clutched at the man on top of him. “Keep… keep going”
Mo Ran had to use a Herculean amount of self-restraint to stop himself from fucking into that inviting wetness.
“Fuck, darling… I don’t think I could stop myself even if I wanted” a hungry, primal edge to Mo Ran’s voice as he marveled at just how turned on he was from foreplay alone.
He bucked forward once again, powerless to resist the magnetic force drawing him in. Fucking into Chu Wanning’s tight cunt before pulling out with an obscene ‘pop’ repeatedly—stretching that entrance to accommodate his size.
“Mmm.. please.. deeper” Mo Ran couldn’t help the involuntary thrust of his hips at those sweet little pleas.
He buried himself with one rough movement, groaning out loud as Chu Wanning trembled and teared up under him—wrapping his thighs around Mo Ran’s waist and taking him deeper
It was like Chu Wanning wanted him to cum on the spot.
Warm, velvety walls clenching all around mo ran as Chu Wanning moaned and pitifully hiccuped into his ear. arms snaking around Mo Ran’s neck, becoming one with him. every point of contact searingly hot—laden with need.
It was obscene. All the sweat and wetness mo ran smeared all over Chu Wanning’s stomach now combining into one big, sticky mess where they joined—filthy, squelching sounds filling the room as he fucked into that tight, perfect cunt.
Mo Ran had Chu Wanning in an unrelenting, tight press against him—thrusting at a brutal tempo, emboldened by the sounds he was hearing. fucking so deep and holding it right there. letting Chu Wanning grind his clit against that searing length as Mo Ran fought to prolong his release.
It didn’t take long for Chu Wanning to cry out the first time.
“Feel.. so full” Chu Wanning clawed at Mo Ran’s back, leaving crescent shaped indents all over his tanned skin.
“Mm.. can’t hold it in.. hurts…” he sobbed, his little body trembling as he experienced a brand new sensation.
“Ah!” Chu Wanning gasped, humiliation and pleasure taking over him as a clear stream of liquid gushed out from his body—something he had never experienced before, the pressure from his spasming, wet cunt forcing Mo Ran out as he squirted a mess around them.
“God… such a perfect, needy pussy squirting all over my cock. I’ll have to make an even bigger mess out of you” Mo Ran didn’t waste any time before burying his cock back where it belonged—all while Chu Wanning still shook with residual tremors, pitiful sobs escaping him.
Chu Wanning was beyond overstimulated at this point—actively being used like a fuck toy—writhing under all these sensations as Mo Ran continued to thrust with a tempo that could only be described as lethal. neither of them cared if anyone could hear them anymore.
The sounds their bodies produced were beyond filthy. Mo Ran breeding that womb as he fucked deeper and deeper. thick, dark tuft of hair grazing against Chu Wanning’s clit and making him cry out at the rough, dizzying friction there.
Chu Wanning was positively fucked out—stretched all out by the hungry, throbbing pressure inside him. Mo Ran wanted nothing more than to fill him up completely, balls slapping against that perky, perfect ass for everyone to hear.
They lost count of how many times they both finished. Mo Ran emptying himself with a grunt before continuing to breed that quivering hole. Wanting to plug Chu Wanning full with his seed. Chu Wanning was too weak to keep holding on to him, now sprawled out on the couch.
Chu Wanning’s eyes were locked on to the visible indent on his stomach left by the never-ending onslaught, absolutely terrified. swelling more and more with each release as Mo Ran plugged him full with his cock. not taking long to recover his stamina before moving again.
“Fuck Baobei.. look at you” Mo Ran was enraptured by the sight. Once flat, slim stomach now obscenely stuffed with his seed and cock.
He brought his fingers back to that puddle of fluids and sweat, smearing it all over Chu Wanning’s tits and stomach in a slimy, sinful mess.
Mo Ran felt a dangerous compulsion to push that insatiable body to its limits as Chu Wanning continued to squeeze around him—as if begging for even more.
Chu Wanning was so perfect at taking cock, but Mo Ran wanted to teach him how to beg for it, how to ride it.
“Right here” Mo Ran lightly caressed Chu Wanning’s painfully distended belly, so gently as if he were bearing his child.
“Carry this big load inside of you as you walk out… need everyone to see you straining to keep it all in” breathless as he marveled at the state he left Chu Wanning in.
That was the night Chu Wanning lost his virginity, while Mo Ran lost any hopes of being hired as a security guard ever again!