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You Have a Fanmeet in 20 Minutes

Summary:

Lan Wangji is nervous before a fanmeet. Wei Wuxian knows exactly what he needs... to be on his knees.

Notes:

This is a series of maybe 3 or 4 parts (idk yet) inspired by a Twitter drabble by @Ruhi1005. Go check 'em out!!
https://x.com/Ruhi1005

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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Lan Wangji fidgets with the thumbhole of his sleeve, pinching the white cotton fabric between his fingers. People scurry around him in the dressing room, grabbing this and that, preparing for the fanmeet, getting everything settled in case of any last-minute emergency or scenario.

Lan Wangji isn’t worried. He has his bodyguard. Well, bodyguards. He has five.

But his bodyguard, for all intents and purposes, is Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian was sitting on the couch across the room, relaxed as ever. His leg rested on his opposite knee, and his arm lay across the back of the couch. He wore his usual black pants, white shirt, vest, and black leather shoulder holster.

What didn’t calm Lan Wangji was the look Wei Wuxian was giving him. He suddenly realized that he had been checking Wei Wuxian out and had been caught. His earlobes burned a bright red as he looked anywhere but those piercing dark eyes and knowing smirk.

Lan Wangji felt goosebumps race down his arms and body, immediately attacking his cock. It twitched behind the loose denim jeans, and he knew he would never make it through the fanmeet without touching Wei Wuxian.

“Can I have a couple of moments alone?” he asked quietly.

Lan Wangji was the type of person who never raised his voice or spoke louder than necessary, yet people always seemed to hear him. It was one of the staple personality traits that had made him so famous. Fans seemed to love it the most about him. He was this shy, stoic man who didn’t show a lot of expression. Yet, he was one of the best musicians in the world, and millions of people idolized him.

His beautiful, ethereal looks also helped. It wasn’t something he had ever noticed about himself before fans started commenting and worshiping him over it. He was tall and slim but strong with lean muscles which made him a phenomenal dancer. His hair was longer on the top and buzzed short on the sides. His signature hairstyle was pulling the black hair into a small ponytail on the top of his head.

Everyone in the room paused only a second before acknowledging him and rushing around before exiting. No one gave it a second look or thought that Wei Wuxian hadn’t moved even though Lan Wangji wanted to be “alone”. It seemed as if the whole world (including their team) shipped them. Apparently, the sly glances they gave each other were not so subtle. How Wei Wuxian treated him like the most precious thing in the world, and how often Lan Wangji blushed at him.

It wasn’t official public knowledge that Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were in a romantic relationship; in fact, it was secret. Not even their team knew. However, since they were around each other so often, their personal dynamic changed instantly after they got together, and the team quickly noticed it. No one commented, scolded, or told them it wasn’t a good idea because, in the end, it was a good idea. It caused Wei Wuxian to become even more vigilant when protecting his boss, pop idol, and boyfriend, and Lan Wangji had never felt safer and more protected.

Wei Wuxian smirked and stood half a head taller than Lan Wangji. He had broad shoulders, thick biceps, and a thin waist that always made Lan Wangji’s fingers ache to grasp.

Wei Wuxian locked the door, and when they made eye contact, Lan Wangji bit his lip to hold back a moan.

“Nervous?” Wei Wuxian cocked his head slightly as he sauntered across the room to stand in front of him, his shoulder-length black hair combed back in a model-like style.

Lan Wangji shook his head.

He had been. Not anymore. He felt relaxed now that he was only with his boyfriend.

“Antsy?”

He nodded.

“On your knees then.”

The words were spoken under Wei Wuxian’s breath, heavy with meaning.

Lan Wangji’s golden eyes widened as he looked up at Wei Wuxian. His face was soft and peaceful; he wouldn’t push this. But they both knew this was what Lan Wangji wanted. No, he needed this right now. He needed to put his mind off the hundreds of fans waiting to meet him, ask him questions, and get his autograph.

He shoved his thumbs out of the holes of his long-sleeved shirt and pushed them up to his elbows before reaching for Wei Wuxian’s belt, his hands shaking slightly. He ripped open the button and zipper. Falling on his knees in front of his beautiful bodyguard, a thick cock was thrust in his face, hard and red.

Did it make him a slut that the sight of Wei Wuxian's cock lowered his blood pressure? That the sight of his boyfriend’s chest hair and happy trail made his stomach stop churning in knots?

Maybe.

He was a slut for his boyfriend only.

He pushed the white dress shirt up as far as he could and shoved his black slacks down, too; getting a stain of cum on them would not be a good look. The fans would spot it – they’d spot it right away. Maybe Wei Wuxian would smirk and like it, but Lan Wangji would be mortified.

Lan Wangji was getting anxious and distressed, so he clumsily squeezed the thick cock in front of him too hard, causing Wei Wuxian to hiss. He leaned forward, licked the underside of the thickness, and let out a soft hum, closing his eyes.

The taste. Was perfection. What he needed right now was a cock distraction.

He licked his boyfriend all over, getting it nice and wet, taking his time. Letting his saliva collect and pool down to the base. Wei Wuxian let out a small huff, impatient that Lan Wangji was taking his grand old time.

Lan Wangji knew precisely what his boyfriend needed, based on his moans, the twitch of his hand, and the slight kick of his hips. He looked up with a small innocent smile and sucked the tip in his mouth, tonguing around and around.

Wei Wuxian’s mouth opened and closed, watching intently. His fingers itched to bury into his boyfriend’s hair – but he was an idol. Lan Wangji was perfectly styled; messing him up now would piss a lot of people off. He also couldn't grab his shirt; it would wrinkle. So, Wei Wuxian had no choice but to clench his fists and groan as Lan Wangji finally sucked him down halfway.

The longer he bobbed, the more Lan Wangji’s jaw hurt slightly as he continued his ministrations. Sucking, twisting his hand around the thick girth, and lapping at the underside. He had to be careful not to get his makeup too messed up, but there was nothing he could do about the swollen lips he was sure to have.

“There you go,” Wei Wuxian hummed as Lan Wangji set an even pace, bobbing his head up and down. Obscene sounds were coming from his mouth as he slurped and lapped. “On your knees sucking my cock 20 minutes before a fanmeet. What would your fans say if they knew their idol was a slut?” Wei Wuxian murmured with a harsh smirk. It wasn’t a nice smile; it was a little derogatory, but it caused Lan Wangji’s cock to kick behind his jeans.

Lan Wangji smiled as best he could around the cock stuffed deep inside his mouth. He loved it when his boyfriend praised him. "You like being called a slut? Only for me, though."

The words caused his heart to race; unfortunately, it suddenly became apparent to him that he was wearing light-wash jeans.

“Ah,” he popped off, his hand never stopping as if unconsciously, always needing to pump his boyfriend’s cock. He looked down at his groin and didn’t see any spots, but nonetheless, he looked up at Wei Wuxian for permission.

“Go ahead.”

He smiled and fiddled as best he could with his jeans, unbuttoning and pushing his zipper down as he slid his mouth back onto Wei Wuxian, humming as he went. It was uncoordinated as he shoved his jeans down with one hand and touched his briefs with his finger. A wet spot was there already. Thank fuck he had thought of it before it soaked through his jeans.

Pushing his briefs down, he started pumping his other hand up and down his boyfriend’s cock, getting it wet from the mixture of his spit and precum before grasping his own throbbing cock.

He looked up at Wei Wuxian, waiting for the…

“Filthy er-gege.”

Lan Wangji smiled at the words and closed his eyes, trying to keep his hands at the same speed and pace, but his head started to spin a little. Before long, a warm hand slid behind his neck, lightly resting there. Wei Wuxian stared at him fiercely, his eyes burning bright.

“Let go, ge. I got this.”

He dropped his hand, focusing solely on his own leaking cock, twirling around the tip, squeezing harder and harder. Lan Wangji choked a moment later, his eyes watering slightly as Wei Wuxian thrust his hips forward.

“Alright?”

“Hm, mhm,” he nodded, giving his boyfriend permission to keep going.

Wei Wuxian kept his hand securely on the back of his neck and thrust his cock in and out of his mouth at a steady pace. Lan Wangji loved it when Wei Wuxian fucked his mouth. He loved being used, and the look Wei Wuxian got on his face when they did this was euphoric.

"You like it deep, don't you?"

Wei Wuxian pushed his cock deeper and deeper down Lan Wangji’s throat. Three pumps caused him to choke, hand coming up and resting on Wei Wuxian’s hairy thigh, needing balance. Closing his eyes, he focused on keeping his throat open, breathing through his nose as Wei Wuxian continued. Over and over, not pausing for a second.

When it became too much, Lan Wangji gave two taps, and Wei Wuxian instantly pulled out. Lan Wangji let out a large gasp, coughing loudly. Saliva and cum bridged between his mouth and Wei Wuxian’s throbbing purple dick. Lan Wangji watched, mesmerized by the steady stream of precum pouring out of his tip.

"Okay, Lan Zhan?"

“Hm, hm, more,” he rasped around a sore throat, leaning forward, greedy for his boyfriend’s cock.

“Good job, using our signals,” Wei Wuxian murmured. Grabbing his dick, he traced Lan Wangji's lips with the tip, lightly tapping. “Almost there, my little idol. Open wide, now.”

Lan Wangji whimpered and squeezed his own cock, pumping faster and faster, precum making the slide slicker.

Wei Wuxian continued fucking into his mouth, his breathing erratic as they watched each other with desperate, primal need. Lan Wangji kept his throat open when Wei Wuxian squeezed his neck once. When Lan Wangji didn’t move, he let out a loud groan and started coming deep down his throat. Wei Wuxian threw his head back as Lan Wangji concentrated hard on swallowing the large, thick load his boyfriend always had for him. He had to be good and couldn’t let a drop slip out onto his clothes.

He coughed on the pulsing cock; his hand started pumping faster around his own. He squeezed his eyes closed, overwhelmed with sensation; he began to cum himself, shooting all over the floor. He cried, shaking and curling in on himself involuntarily from the intensity of his orgasm. Wei Wuxian popped out of his mouth, causing cum to coat his lips. Before any could mark his chin Wei Wuxian fell on his knees and swiped his tongue across Lan Wangji's lips before forcing his way into his mouth, cleaning up all the cum he couldn’t swallow.

Lan Wangji’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as they twirled their tongues together in a filthy, indecent dance. Wei Wuxian leaned away when Lan Wangji bit his lower lip. He sat back on his heels, breathing heavily, head thrown back. He could feel the sweat drip down his body, making his shirt cling to his lower back.

“Feel better?” Wei Wuxian mumbled, running his finger lightly over Lan Wangji’s Adam’s apple.

He nodded and cleared his throat a few times, “Mn. Y-yes. Much better.”

Wei Wuxian kissed him and stood up, grabbing a few tissues; he cleaned Lan Wangji first, then himself.

“Do I have anything on my jeans?” Lan Wangji asked, bending down to examine his crotch. Wei Wuxian also looked down.

“Hm, no. You need to fix your makeup. Your eyes are a little wet. Can't do much about those swollen lips, though.”

Lan Wangji giggled at that; he quickly washed his hands and plopped down in his makeup chair. Wei Wuxian came up behind him and pushed a piece of gum into Lan Wangji’s mouth before kissing the top of his head.

The fanmmet went really well.

Notes:

how was it? hehe :)

wow! this was my first time writing (or honestly really thinking) about bottomji and topxian, and honestly it was a lot easier than i thought. hope i did them justice :D

oufit pics are on the twitter drabble
for lan wangji think of wyb's hair in the Bazaar photoshoot ;)
for wei wuxian... think of xz with long hair... and body... and just him in general, haha

kudos and comments are appreciated <3

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