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[OPEN] June Event: a little sweet fruit

● WHO: Xue Yang and open!
● WHAT: During a downpour and in the ensuing chaos
● WHEN: June Event
● WHERE: Where the trouble will be
● WARNINGS: Dubcon, violence, noncon in the thread with Jiang Cheng. Sexual content, sometimes with questionable amounts of consent. Character opt-out here.

1. a sound in my ear

[ Xue Yang actually spends several minutes outside when it first starts raining. He's not the sort of person to be particularly bothered by the weather, and he's half expecting it to pass fairly quickly anyway.

It does not, in fact, pass fairly quickly.

Several minutes, and then he's stepping into the nearest building. Xue Yang spends a moment looking back at the storm behind him before he turns to survey his new surroundings. ]

2. a taste on my tongue

[ (Particularly if you are canonblind, please check the information in my opt-out post before tagging this prompt, as this will likely involve some of the worst of Xue Yang's impulses.)

Xue Yang's unfortunate tendency to like sweet things has him eventually sampling, and then consuming entirely, one of the passionfruits. From that moment on, he's a man on a mission: to find someone. Who is that someone? He won't know until he finds them.

But then he does, spotting a figure not too far away. Immediately he heads over, moving much faster than one would normally expect, until he's in range to grab their arm. ]

You.

3. a touch on my skin

[ Xue Yang winds up spending a lot of time around the plants, but the tendrils are the ones that catch his eye the most. Earlier on, he messes up more than once when poking around them, only to find himself snagged and unable to easily pull himself free. But as the week goes on he starts to get a much better idea of how they react, to the point where he can even wrap himself up in them and not actually get trapped. Once he's got a better idea of how that goes, he'll start calling out to those who pass by, ]

Hey, come help a guy out, would you?

[ (Please specify whether you want him to be genuinely trapped or just faking!) ]

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[Jiang Cheng does indeed get hard, and that, for the first time, has him actually panicking a little. Sex as such may not be disgusting, but it's still not something he's interested in - and anyway, that's beside the point. What gets him panicking here is the lack of control he has, not only over this situation - which isn't over until it's over, and nothing is set in stone until then - but over his own body.

He's not overly fond of things being done to his body anyway (thanks, Wen dogs!) but most things heal or go away, and he can go back to pretending they weren't so bad. But the fact that his own body is responding like this? Even knowing it's just a physical reaction, there's no excuse for it - and so, panic, it is!

He tries to headbutt Xue Yang to end the kiss, no matter how briefly.]

Get the hell away from me.

[It's more of a breathless hiss than his usual angry shouts, but whether that's a good sign or a bad one is up for debate.]

I won't. [ His expression is one of triumph, the expression that says he knows he's getting under Jiang Cheng's skin. ] You're enjoying it, aren't you? I can feel it.

How about this: you gave me the choice if I want to be killed slowly or quickly, so I'll return the favor. Do you want to be fucked gently or roughly?

[He's not enjoying it - or is he? His body sure is, and maybe that is good (bad) enough to count. At the very least, it's enough to keep him from arguing the issue. At this point, that could only make things worse.

What he wants is for Xue Yang to rot in hell, but the fact is, that asshole has the upper hand, and anything Jiang Cheng says can only make things worse all around, underlining his helplessness at best.

What is the lesser of two evils, here? He has no idea how he'll respond to either way of being fucked, but whatever's over more quickly is probably best.]

... Roughly.

[In a way, it almost feels good to make a choice: decisive; still in control, in some small way. If it's also going to destroy him, that's a chance he'll just have to take.]

[ Xue Yang responds immediately. The hand that has been giving such coaxing attention to his cock turns a bit rough, not going for too much pain but certainly squeezing enough that it should be uncomfortable. ]

Roughly it is.

[ Then without any hesitation Xue Yang pulls his hand back and starts stripping off Jiang Cheng's belt. Roughly suits him just fine, after all. ]

[Jiang Cheng grits his teeth at the squeeze, swallowing a grunt. While it's not painful to speak of - he's had so much worse, and can take all that and more in stride - it does make him feel awkwardly helpless to have his dick targeted like this, and the uncertainty of what's to come isn't much better. He'd much rather be stabbed through the chest or have his guts spilling out.

But instead what he gets is being slowly exposed, and as much as he tries to accept the inevitable, taking deep breaths in a poor attempt to calm down, the panic doesn't go away. His body just feels increasingly tense, like a bowstring pulled too far, and at the first touch or soon after, his attempt at self-control will snap, and he will thrash in his bonds all over again, letting our a roar like a wild animal.]

[ Once he's stripped enough to expose, Xue Yang doesn't go for Jiang Cheng's cock again. Instead he reaches around and takes a good handful of his bare ass.

When Jiang Cheng suddenly lashes out again, Xue Yang's grip loosens and he looks up towards Jiang Cheng's face again, surprised. But then he laughs. ]

What was that? Is that supposed to be dignified? Aren't you a cultivator?

[ He grabs his ass again, moving his fingers towards the hole nestled there in a threat that he fully intends to follow through on. ]

[Surely someone about to sexually assault another person has no right to speak of dignity at all - and Jiang Cheng would normally point out that much, too, but his voice is oddly uncooperative, and his mind even more so: he just can't form a proper verbal defense. In spite of being untouched, his throat feels like it's being constricted, making it hard to breathe. At some point he'll likely snap in a different way, disconnecting completely and not even moving anymore, but he hasn't reached that point yet. For now, he'll trash wildly (or attempt to, at least; the practical results are minimal) until he literally can't anymore.]

GET AWAY FROM ME!

[Not much of a proper defense, that, but panic is a nasty thing, and this is one rare case where knowing what's coming doesn't make it any easier to handle, all attempts at dealing with this to the contrary.]

[ Xue Yang grabs Jiang Cheng's hip to do his best in holding him still, digging his nails in. The struggling just excites him more, and he gives a sharp laugh. A moment later Xue Yang slides two fingers into Jiang Cheng's ass, then ducks his head down and places a bite on his exposed hip, trying to leave a mark.

As far as he's concerned, any cultivator deserves what they get. ]

[Between the grip on his hips and the vines tightening against his struggles, Jiang Cheng soon can't move worth mentioning anymore, but that only makes sweat bead on his forehead, prickling at the back of his neck. Two fingers enter his ass, and that hurts in ways Jiang Cheng is wholly unfamiliar with, grating from the inside out - and yet it's not as horrific as he was imagining it to be, somehow. As humiliating as it is, the bite to his hip is worse, in some ways.

Was losing his golden core simply an even bigger violation of his body, making even something as terrible as this seem doable by comparison? Or is that just what he wants to convince himself to think, trying to somehow deal with an experience that nobody should ever have to deal with?]

[ Xue Yang moves his fingers in and out just enough to make sure that his dick will fit. Aside from that, he feels no need to prepare Jiang Cheng, and no need to make it easier. He'd chosen "roughly", and Xue Yang will give him roughly.

So it's only a few seconds later that he pulls his fingers out and climbs through the vines to get behind Jiang Cheng. It takes a few seconds for Xue Yang to undo his clothes and free his erection, but then he grabs a handful of Jiang Cheng's bun, sinks his teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, and starts to push himself inside. ]

[Roughly is fine; roughly is definitely better than the alternative. If it also means that Jiang Cheng will be incredibly weirded out when he finally gets around to some gentler and consensual sex, then so much the better, really. He could use an eye opener or two, and if this is objectively not a great way to start, it's arguably still better than the other way around.

Again with the biting..! It's undignified to do, but somehow that makes Jiang Cheng feel even less dignified being the recipient of it. After all, what's worse: being a rabid dog, or being the bone it chews on?

The pain distracts him from the other pain where his body is being invaded, but soon that pain becomes worse. A lifetime of instinct tells him to clench, but that's not actually making his life any easier right now. He's quiet, trying to focus on breathing. It'll be over soon, he tells himself.

But even though he tells himself that, going by sensation alone, Xue Yang is entering far deeper than Jiang Cheng would have thought possible.]

[ Xue Yang slides all the way forward until he's completely settled inside Jiang Cheng, and he pauses there for a moment to gather himself.

Then he gives a slightly-breathless laugh. ]

Not bad.

[ He pulls back and pushes in again, and then again, moving a little bit faster than it feels like Jiang Cheng might be able to handle. He's not going hard just yet, but he's still moving enough to enjoy the tight friction. ]

[Just how far can a person go inside another person? Just how wide and long can a dick even get?! Jiang Cheng thought he had a reasonable idea of the latter, at least, but what he knows on a logical level and what he's feeling physically don't match up at all.

It doesn't help that there's no lube to ease the way, and that it's his first time, his body simply not used to these things. It really does feel like being torn open from the inside out, even if there's no actual damage worth mentioning involved, and Jiang Cheng grits his teeth against the pain.

But it's fine, because he's decided it will be fine. The humiliation - of the situation more than the act itself - is worse than the pain, and both will pass. He just has to hang in there.]

[ It's noticeably more difficult to move than it was with the lubrication before, but that isn't about to stop Xue Yang. Once he's started getting used to the sensations he picks up the pace, fucking Jiang Cheng harder and faster. It's not anywhere near his fastest pace, but it's enough to feel good, to really get the sense that he's using this person for sex. ]

What do you think? Rough enough for you?

[ His voice wavers from the pleasure and exertion as he says it. ]

[As he's forced open, the pain eventually fades to the background somewhat - no doubt to return later, with abused flesh swelling up, but for now even this slight dip in (or getting used to) the pain is welcome. If there's anything more than pain at play, too, then Jiang Cheng isn't exactly in the mindset to appreciate it, or even to let himself feel it.

He needs a moment to collect himself, but then he replies.]

... Fuck off.

[Arguably not the best choice of words, but Jiang Cheng says what he wants to say, and somehow that makes him feel a little better in spite of everything. If he can't bite right now, he'll at least bark.]

Sounds to me like you want it rougher, then.

[ Which means Xue Yang will be fucking him faster and harder now. He bites again in a slightly different spot as he jerks Jiang Cheng's head back, exposing his throat to increase the sensation of vulnerability.

As Xue Yang feels his orgasm starting to build inside of him, he considers whether or not he's going to try to make Jiang Cheng come. He expects that he's causing too much pain just to have him come from behind like this, but Xue Yang hasn't exactly fucked anyone roughly like this, so maybe it's actually possible. Either way, it seems like a good way to keep Jiang Cheng in his place to finish him off when Xue Yang is done, so that's what he settles on.

But in the meantime, he has his own orgasm to coax out. ]

[There's a certain irony to the fact that, if only Jiang Cheng had managed to relax, perhaps the vines would have let go of him, and he could have had his bloody revenge before things ever got this far. But that is thankfully not something he's fully aware of right now - and who could be expected to relax under these circumstances?

With his throat exposed, he does indeed feel more vulnerable than even his exposed ass made him feel - though, after this experience, his priorities there may shift a little. His eyes widen, perhaps in fear of the uncertainty of how far Xue Yang is planning to go with his exposed throat, or in fear of what "rougher" may even mean under these circumstances. He tries to force his head back into a normal position, but he just doesn't have the leverage, and so he hangs there like a would-be mobile sex toy, frustration and pain making him roar out once again.

He doesn't come - not yet, at least. Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing, for future experiences as well as the immediate future, remains to be seen.]

[ That's a good noise. Xue Yang likes that noise.

He gives a pleased grunt as he feels pressure building up inside of him, urged on by Jiang Cheng's struggling. It makes it all the easier to build himself up to his peak.

Xue Yang loses track of how much longer he's thrusting into Jiang Cheng, but suddenly he digs his teeth in again and with a harsh snap of his hips, comes with a noise that sounds almost inhuman. ]

[That bite hurts much worse than before, and Jiang Cheng cries out once again, though it's more about the frustration and humiliation than about the pain as such. Time has long since lost all meaning, and it takes him a long moment or two to realize that Xue Yang has come - something Jiang Cheng hadn't even been waiting for, too preoccupied with his own suffering to consider what (beyond his own fighting) might end it.

It's over..? It should be over, now, surely? That makes him feel relieved in spite of also feeling vaguely gross - a strange combination of feelings that he's not quite capable of sorting out for himself just yet.]

[ Yet it isn't quite over.

Xue Yang spends several seconds leaning against Jiang Cheng, enjoying the end of his own orgasm. Then he reaches around, slowly and deliberately wraps his fingers around Jiang Cheng's cock, and begins to stroke.

He intentionally leaves his own cock where it is, keeping him penetrated. He wants the pleasure of Jiang Cheng's orgasm to come with the feeling of Xue Yang inside of him. After all, the dirtier he makes this, the more it pulls Jiang Cheng down from his place of superiority. ]

[Jiang Cheng isn't sure what to feel, now. It's over, at least, and there's no way he can undo what happened: that's frustrating, but by necessity also allows him to move on. He'll figure out what to make of it all later. It's over, and that is the important thing.

Except it isn't over.

For a split second, Jiang Cheng doesn't respond at all to Xue Yang's touch, not realizing its purpose; then he does realize, and he starts trashing all over again. Renewed panic makes his blood run faster, making his body quicker to respond, his dick soon hardening in Xue Yang's grip. Ironically, it also "helps" that Xue Yang has come, his dick softer now, and no longer thrusting harshly into Jiang Cheng: there's less pain, replaced by a much gentler feeling of invasion.]

[ Xue Yang laughs, clinging to Jiang Cheng so that he doesn't accidentally slip out. ]

This is supposed to be the good part, you know? Or do you really like it rough that much?

[ Despite it, he continues to stroke at a reasonable pace, neither particularly roughly nor gently. His grip around Jiang Cheng's waist is tight, but his hand is forgiving. ]

[At one point, Jiang Cheng hopes to choke every last breath out of his assailant, to make sure that that horrible laugh never sounds again, but sadly that is currently a dream for the distant future. It was bad enough, being taken like this, but that is something he (thinks he) could deal with. Being made to enjoy it, though? That is fracturing his already ever-fragile sanity.]

Get away from me!

[Giving orders when he can't enforce them is never a good idea, only highlighting his helplessness, but he really can't stop himself anymore: he has to do something, even if that something is pointless shouting that only makes him embarrass himself more.

In the meantime, he is hard and rapidly approaching his climax, all logic and common sense to the contrary. Maybe this whole experience has simply messed him up more than he's been willing to acknowledge.]

Soon enough. Once I'm through with you.

[ Xue Yang simply continues to stroke steadily. He isn't giving Jiang Cheng a choice in the matter. He will make him come, no matter how much he tries to get Xue Yang to stop. ]

[Unfortunately for Jiang Cheng, there's not much more he can do in a very practical sense, and physically and mentally he's rapidly approaching his limits too.

To his everlasting anger and embarrassment both, it doesn't even take all that long before Xue Yang's stroking gets its desired result, and Jiang Cheng comes, with an absurd grunt that cracks and loses all sound halfway through. For a moment, his mind whites out, and he's not even sure if that's a physical thing or something in his mind finally snapping.]

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content warning: going full non-con here

also cw for some fucked-up thought processes here that mun doesn't subscribe to, for the record

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