Thread by @BiennaTodd

Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian star in "Dress Up Gone Wrong, Gone Sexual 🔞!!" #xiancheng #chengxian

cw// wwx bulldozing through jc's boundaries as usual (jc is MORE than fine with it, but theres some discomfort), crossdressing called "perverted", frottage, coming in pants

enjoy!!

jc sitting on his bed in his and wwx's shared dorm, looking so fcking cozy wearing his little frog socks and purple track shorts with an oversized black hoodie that he definitely didnt steal from wwx's side of the closet. hes playing ac on the switch

then wwx bursts in, loud af as usual, arms full of fabric as though hes been doing laundry. and at first jc doesn't think anything of it. he ends up having to do a double take though as he realizes that wwx is wearing some ridiculous maid costume.

what the hell?! did he walk around campus like that??? dressed like some kind of kinky pervert? What the hell is wrong with him?!

but wwx just laughs giving a courtesy spin saying "dont i look pretty??" and jc cant deny he does look very nice but this is just so inappropriate!!

he wont indulge this nonsense at all so instead he tries to dutifully ignore his best friend, turing back to his game.

of course being ignored is a fate worse than death for wwx so he decides to run foward yelling "meimei should dress up with me~!" before fucking leaping on jc

and wwx may have a sweet and cutesy persona but he is heavy as all fuck and swiftly crushing jc into the mattress with his weight. fabric is everywhere its a mess. theres so much yelling.

wwx: DRESS UP WITH JIEJIE!
jc: NO???
wwx: PUT ON!! THE DRESS!!!
jc: FUCK OFF????? I DONT WANT TO--

of course this can only be settled one way. the way theyve always settled things. Wrestling.

unfortunately this means wwx wins most of their arguments. hes bigger and stronger than jc after all--
(what do you mean jc could just say no?? and MEAN IT? preposterous)

this time is no different, wwx pushing him to the bed and doing his damned best to take the sweater off.

jc of course doesnt make it easy for wwx, kicking and writhing, arms striking out and hitting wwx like vipers as he bares his teeth.

in the end its all for naught tho. jc's chest is left bare since the sweater has been pulled over his head to blind him and bind his arms.

wwx is straddling one of his legs (to keep him from kicking ofc) and jc's other leg around his waist (to knee him in the side obviously)

neither of them realize that anyone who walked in on them would wonder what corner of pornhub they stumbled into, too focused on each other.

ofc wwx is never one to leave any opportunity untaken, so he immediately begins tickling jc--trying to secure an early surrender by making him too tired to fight back.

jc squirms to get away but its no use. wwx tickles him until he *cries*, breath shaky and limbs weak.

then wwx says "alright! Time to lose the shorts!" and there are fingers on his waistband.

jc immediately freezes like a deer in headlights, yelling "What?! NO! why would i need to take my shorts off!! cant I just wear them under the dress?.."

but he trails off. nervous. he cant help being acutely aware of all the different ways wwx is pressed against him right now. the soft rub of tights against his bare thighs.. his nipples perked because of the cold air.. their groins almost.. almost touching...

..its too much!

wwx doesn't even seem to notice. "nope!" he pops the p, not even offering an explanation as to why. he just starts pulling.

jc barely has time to yell "WWX! WAIT-" before its too late. his shorts are around his knees and his heart is in his throat and his secret is out.

everything stops.

wwx cant help staring at his didis underwear. his cute, purple 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 underwear. his heart is racing. he doesnt even consider WHY hes so weirdly entranced by jc's body. he always has been. thats just how it is between them.

all his mind is full of is that jc is wearing panties.. his didi is wearing girls panties. when did he get them? WHERE did he even get them?? and why didnt he tell wwx? he can see the bulge of jc's cock through them.. he's half hard.. its so..

cute.

jc on the other hand is about to cry and not from the painful pleasure of being tickled. hes so embarrassed! he didnt want anyone to know about it! he didnt want to have to try to explain himself. it was so pathetic!!

wwx: jiang cheng..

jc doesnt want to hear it! "Just get off of me!!" his arms and head are still tangled in the sweater, its too hot, he feels like hes suffocating and he cant SEE the look on wwx's face right now, though he doesn't know if thats a blessing or a curse.

but wwx doesnt listen to him. he never does. "jiang cheng..." he tries to pull away, to slide his hips from underneath wwx, but then theres a hand on him, rubbing his dick through the fabric slow and jc gasps. eyes wide and confused.

..what?

wwx doesnt stop rubbing, but doesnt elaborate either. just keeps whispering jc's name over and over again. jc doesn't understand. how long has it been? he feels dizzy. its so dark and hot in the sweater. his hair is sticking to his face, damp with the condensation of his breath.

just when he feels like he cant take it anymore, and hes about to come, wwx pulls his hand away.

jc nearly sobs. why!! but before he can complain wwx is ripping the sweater off and everything is too bright. he instinctively squeezes his eyes shut, a few more tears leaking out.

wwx is scooping him up in his arms as though nothing is wrong. as though he wasnt just holding jc down and jerking him off in broad daylight.

"cmon, arms up."

what? jc is so stunned that he just complies, eyes and cheeks flushed red and before he realizes it, the dress is on.

"see? there we go!" wwx smiles, soothing a hand down jc's side after he zips the costume up, although theres something feral and unhinged lurking in his eyes.

"you look so pretty! jiejie knew you would! we both do!"

jc flushes at the compliment, unable to hold eye contact anymore. "Im still.. I'm still didi.. ok?" wwx pauses, expression unreadable. but he just nods.

"of course you are. my pretty didi~"

and then his hands are on jcs hips, and hes grinding their dicks together and holy fuck jc gasps as though hes been burned. its way too hot, metaphorically and physically.

"look at my pretty didi, with his cute dress and his little panties that he tried to hide from jiejie!"

jc whimpers. wwx's endless talking was unbearable. he looks down at where he can feel wwx's cock pressed to his own, fabric sticky and wet sliding against each other, but he can't see anything beyond the layers of ruffles between them.

somehow that just makes it hotter?

everything is building so quickly.. he can feel that little knot in his stomach winding tighter and tighter with every word and grind, until it finally snaps and he comes with a needy whine. all but melting into wwx's arms as his "jiejie" uses his body to get off.

hes a bit oversensitive and twitchy, but it still feels good so he guesses its fine. content to sprawl backward onto the bed, skirts hiked up and messy with cum as wwx climbs over him, rolling down his own tights to pull out his dick so he can come all over those pretty panties.

wwx: a-cheng!!!
jc: what.
wwx: i cant believe youve been wearing girls underwear like a little pervert and you never told me!!
jc: WHAT? WHOS A PERVERT?
wwx, the pervert: next time you need to let ME pick some out for you okay? :)

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