#junhui drabble

[junkissed]

something spicy, something sweet

member — junhui x f reader genre — smut, fluff/comfort word count — 2.1k synopsis — the last few days you've been coming home from work exhausted, but now that you finally have a day off you have time for a little something sweet from your boyfriend. content warnings — established relationship, mentions of food (jun makes soup for dinner), there's one (1) screenshot of text msgs at the very beginning smut warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, lots of kissing, praise, it's very vanilla but it's soft and sleepy and romantic notes — requested by @foxdaisy — i looove writing soft cute fluffy stuff like this so i was very happy to see this request hehe. i hope you enjoy!

jun sets his phone on the counter, leaving it face up as he goes to start making dinner. you’d been staying late at work the past couple days to finish a big project, and he hated seeing you come home so exhausted and worn out. 

he sighs and turns the stove on with a click, setting a pot over the burner. the least he could do is have your favorite meal ready for you when you get home. he loves cooking for you, especially on nights when you’re much too tired to.

he’s so caught up in the recipe, making sure that everything will be perfect for you, that he doesn’t even notice how much time has passed until he hears your keys jingling in the front door and your soft footsteps coming into the kitchen. he turns around excitedly, waving at you as you walk towards him. “hi, sweetheart! i made dinner.”

you give him a tired smile, wrapping your arms around his stomach. “thank you, junnie. i appreciate it.”

he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, grinning when you laugh a little. “of course.”

you kiss his cheek, then walk away to wash your hands in the bathroom while he dishes up the soup he made. he pours a generous amount into your favorite bowl, the red one with flowers on it, before setting it on the table at your spot and taking his own bowl to sit down at his spot while he waits for you.

you come back in and sit down, eagerly digging in. “this is delicious, junnie,” you say in between spoonfuls.

he smiles and reaches out to hold your hand. “i’m so glad! i put those new spices you got in it, i was afraid it might be too much.”

“no, it’s great. i needed something spicy.”

he giggles and takes a sip from his spoon. “so how was your day?”

“it was alright,” you shrug, wiping your napkin across your chin from where little bits of soup dripped. “we finished the project we were working on, though. i’m happy it’s finally done with.”

jun claps his hands. “yay! do you think you’ll get a break now?”

“probably not,” you laugh. ‘but i took tomorrow off anyway. i need a day to just sleep.”

“oh, that’s good!” jun grins. “we can sleep in for once! my boss told everybody not to come in tomorrow.”

you finish the rest of your dinner slowly, talking here and there about your day and laughing when jun gets soup all over his face when he bends down to slurp it from the bowl.

you stand up to wash your dish but jun waves you away, taking it from you instead and putting it in the dishwasher. “i’ll do the dishes later,” he says with a smile. “but now i wanna spend time with you.”

your cheeks warm but you let him have the bowl, giving him another kiss before heading upstairs to get ready for bed. too many nights you’ve come home and gone straight to bed, though jun always waits up for you because he likes going to sleep together. tonight you’ve got a little more energy than usual, still riding the high of finishing your work and having a well-deserved break.

by the time you’re done washing your face and putting on your pajamas, jun is already sitting on his side of the bed waiting for you, the soft glow of the lamp filling the room. you walk over and climb in next to him and when you nod he turns off the light, adjusting himself in next to you.

you lay on your side facing him, and you can still see him in the light of the streetlight shining in through the window.

“i missed you,” jun says with a smile. “i’m glad you’re home.”

“me too,” you sigh, relaxing into the mattress. 

jun slips his arm around you, scooting a little bit closer to you. it’s quiet for a few seconds, and you frown, thinking he’s already wanting to sleep. you’re finally home with time off, and you don’t want to go to bed quite yet.

“‘m not that sleepy yet,” you whisper, and he tilts his head to look over at you. you reach out and gently run your fingers along his chest, feeling how soft and smooth his skin is beneath your fingertips. goosebumps prickle on your body as you think about all the times you’ve seen him like this, his bare chest sitting in front of you as he holds you.

“you wanna snuggle some more?” he asks, and his voice sounds so gentle that you don’t know how to tell him you aren’t really in the mood for cuddling.

“maybe… more than snuggling,” you answer shyly, resisting the urge to hide your face in the pillows in embarrassment.

a knowing look spreads across his features, and he rolls over to get closer to you. “oh, really? like what?” he teases. he knows exactly what you want, but he likes hearing it from you.

“want—you,” you sigh out as his hands slide down your side, squeezing your hip encouragingly.

“i’m right here, baby,” he giggles, and you swat at his arm. “all you have to do is tell me.”

"missed you," you start as your hands begin to explore his body. "missed… having you inside me."

jun moans, and the sound goes right through you as his hand slip beneath your shirt, running along your skin, touching you everywhere. "missed it too, baby. god, i missed all of you."

you sit up on your elbow so he can carefully slip your shirt up and over your head, letting it fall to the floor behind you. he rolls over as you fall onto your back and he shifts on top of you, slotting his leg between your thighs as his lips find yours.

you exhale against him, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you as his kisses deepen.

he moves his mouth away from yours and begins kissing down your body, attaching his lips to your neck, your collarbones, your chest, anywhere he pleases. you giggle when he pushes his face into your boobs, feeling his smile against your skin. 

he readjusts so that he's laying fully on you, balancing his weight on his elbows on either side of your body. he leans down to kiss you again, and you thread your fingers into his hair the way he likes.

you can feel him starting to grind against your thigh, growing harder the longer he kisses you. he reaches down in between your bodies to pull his cock out of his pajama shorts, pushing them down his long legs until they pool around his knees.

you moan when you feel him tap his cock against your abdomen, guiding it with his hand up and down through your folds, collecting your wetness.

"jun—" you whine out his name, tugging on his hair to tell him that he's taking too long. it's been too long since you've had soft, sleepy sex like this, and you're needier than you usually are. 

he grins and kisses the side of your nose, resting his cheek against yours as he holds the tip of his cock at your entrance and begins pushing into you. 

your breath catches in your throat, the stretch burning at first before it starts to melt into pleasure.

once he's fully sheathed inside you jun captures your lips with his, swallowing all your whines and little noises.

he stays still for a long time, even after you tapped his shoulder to let him know it's okay to move, but he just shakes his head and kisses you again. it's nice, so nice, just being with him again, and you won't complain even if he just wants to cockwarm with you for the rest of the night.

"just let me take care of you, baby," he coos, and you whimper at how soft yet gravelly his voice sounds.

you can hear both the sleepiness and the lust laced in his tone, and you clench around him involuntarily. his hips jerk a little, and you whine at the movement, feeling so perfectly full you don't know how it could get any better than this.

after a little while longer neither he nor you can stand it any more, and he shifts his weight so he can slowly start rutting into you.

you let out a sigh that you didn't realize you'd been holding in, and jun kisses your cheek again, brushing his nose against yours.

he slips his hand back down under the sheets to rub gentle circles around your clit, and you gasp and arch into him as his thrusts begin to pick up speed.

"does that feel good?" he asks, voice low, and you whine out a "yes". he grins, brushing your hair away from your face with his other hand. "my good girl, you needed this so bad, hm? needed me to take care of you."

"yes, jun—please," you rasp, gripping tighter onto his broad shoulders. "love you, love you so much."

he moans and his fingers speed up their languid pace, fucking himself into you more roughly but still just the right pace. "i love you too, baby. missed you always taking me so well, missed feeling you like this."

all you can do is stutter out his name, moaning a broken string of pleas and promises as you clench around him, feeling him bring you right up to the cusp of your orgasm.

he presses his lips to you, his teeth clacking with yours just a little from the way his body moves up and down, rocking into you and filling you up so perfectly. 

he mumbles another "i love you" against your mouth, and with one more strong thrust you come undone around him, repeating his name over and over again. his hands caress your skin before stopping at your waist, giving him more leverage to fuck himself into you as you struggle through your orgasm.

it feels like a weight is lifted off your shoulders as you start to come down from your high, floating in pure bliss as the tension and stress melts away from your body.

“where do you want me, baby?” he pants, his hands tightening around your hips as his strokes become more and more erratic as he approaches his orgasm. 

“on me— wherever,” you groan. though you always love it when he cums inside you, tonight you don’t have the energy for much clean up, so the easier the better.

jun seems to understand that, because just seconds later he pulls out of you and frantically jerks his cock over your stomach.

you reach up to hold his face with your hands, and he releases onto you with a whine as his high overtakes him.

gasping, he falls onto the bed next to you, his chest heaving a little with each breath. you let your eyes close, feeling your heart begin to slow down as you clasp your hands together over your chest.

the room is quiet for a minute before you feel jun shift off of the bed, the mattress dipping with his weight as he shuffles off to the bathroom.

you open your eyes and watch him walk back into the room, a washcloth in one hand and a t-shirt in the other.

he leans onto the bed, wiping the cloth over your stomach as you stare up at him.

"hi," you giggle, your head still fuzzy and pleasant from your orgasm.

he grins and bends down to kiss you. "hey."

he hands you the shirt as he leaves again to put the washcloth in the laundry, and you slip it on, forcing yourself to sit up despite how your body aches and begs for sleep.

but just how jun always waited up for you, you wait for him to come back, sliding back into bed and pulling you close into his side.

his arms wrap around you and you nestle your head into his chest, his skin still a little sweaty but you don't care. you're just glad to be home and glad to be back in his arms, cuddling after too many long days at work.

he tucks your hair behind your ear, gently patting the top of your head as you struggle to stay awake.

"goodnight. i love you, junnie," you yawn, closing your eyes again and resting your head against him.

the last thing you remember before you fall asleep is him saying, "goodnight, my love", as he pulls the covers up around your neck just the way you like them and kissing your forehead one last time.

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[sungbeam]

[𝟑:𝟑𝟖𝐏𝐌] — wen junhui x gn!reader

0.3k words, fluff

a/n: had this just sitting in docs for awhile and thought i'd give some soft simple love to the dash

You heard the door slam in the background of the music blasting in your apartment, your own voice humming along to the tune under your breath. The blade of your knife slid along the ripened skin of a mango. You had picked up a crate of the golden goodies just a day ago and they had finished ripening this morning. (Well, more like barely just ripened. You were a bit too excited.)

A pair of arms wrapped themselves around your waist as your visitor hugged you from behind and tucked his head onto your shoulder. "Hi," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Hi, how was your day?" You asked him back, carefully rotating the slippery fruit in your hand.

Wen Junhui hummed by your ear. "It was okay. Much better now though." He burrowed his face into the warmth of your neck, his sigh warming your skin. "How about you, hm?"

"Eagerly awaiting my pretties," you chirped, your face etched with a wide smile. You sliced a little sliver of mango off, then lifted it up to his mouth. "Is it sweet?"

You felt his nod, the content breath on your skin once more. "Oh, yeah. That's pretty good."

You nudged him with your elbow. "Go wash up, okay? I'll bring the bowl over to the couch and we can watch something."

"You don't have—"

"Nonsense," you cut him off. You sent him a look. "Jun, you've had a long day, okay? You should relax; let me do this for you."

A smile bloomed on his face and you swore a smattering of pink appeared on his cheekbones. He dipped his head to press a kiss to your nose. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you, too," you sang back with a small laugh, watching him backpedal toward the bedroom with a goofy sort of grin on his face. You went back to peeling the mangoes, slipping a slice into your smiling mouth, belly filling with love and golden fruit.

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[hoeforhao]

Hello!!! Your work is amazing, I love it a lot! Sooo... I have been thinking about Junhui as dad?!! Like god-it will be the death of me because just look at him he is so good with kids!

ㅤㅤㅤ ｡˚ 𓂋 🍵 . Woven by Fate﹒✦﹒✿ ˚

𑁍pairing: step-dad!junhui x g.n!reader

𑁍warnings: none, just some little bit of heavy topics ig? and just pure bliss of jun as a dad, explicit language, mention of pregnancy, mild angst, soft fluffy ending

𑁍author's note: thanks anon for giving me baby fever now!!!!! svt as dads is my weakest point. also i added some real life experiences of mine into this piece hehe...hope y'all will like it ♡*literally wrote this in 30 mins at a starbucks*

my taglist and asks for drabbles or fics or headcannons are always open ꒦꒷new smut soon꒦꒷

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"Yah run slow A'Jun" a soft chuckle parts your lips as your two year old daughter sprints towards her dad, arms wide open and face plastered with the loudest giggles.

"You missed dada princess?" the two tone haired 'prince charming' asks your babygirl, while swinging her up into his arms, showering her stature with a year's worth kisses. "But dada missed you more love. Now that I'm here, you better not stick by mommy or I'll be angy, hmph"

Oh what a sight! Seeing a 26 year old man pout like an absolute babie, infront of his toddler daughter, or should i say step-daughter.

Yes A'Jun, wasn't Jun's biological daughter. You had her with your asshole ex, who 'lost feelings for you' while you were literally pregnant with his child. Being someone who grew up without any male presence or help, you never ever felt the need for getting any man involved in your daughter's life anymore, until....

Jun was really what they described to be a 'prince charming' in children's tales and your daughter's knight in shining armor. But for you? He was just Junnie's kindergarten teacher, until that one day, that one destined ptm when your girl was curled up in a corner, throwing tantrums at you 'bout why everyone was there with their fathers, and she wasn't.

You knew this question would taint your daughter's lips for the rest of her life, and honestly? you now blamed yourself for not being able to give her a proper childhood. And boom, that's when Jun walked in. Would you say it was a fairytale epilogue? For sure it was. Cuz the way he just came out of nowhere and picked her up into his embrace, wiping off her tear stained face with wet kisses and going " Who said you don't have a father sweet potato? Who am I then? Huh?Dada is shad now". Yes a grown ass man, who was in no way related to your child was now baby talking with her, paired with cutest pout you've ever seen on a man.

And that's how your story started. A story of a perfect, small yet contented family. Something you've always dreamt of, but never ever hoped of living. You sometimes think whether it was really meant to be? Why? Cuz ain't it too much of a coincidence that you named your daughter after her 'would be dad' whom you had no idea of? Both of them being born on the tenth day of June, aka your birth month!! Maybe this family was actually woven carefully by the universe, one thread at a time, with the finest of muslin.

[seungkwansphd]

naughty cat of the week

pairing: jun x animal shelter staff!reader word count: 725 synopsis: jun loves checking the naughty & nice cat of the week updates at your animal shelter. occasionally a rogue opossum makes the rounds and he can't help but ask you about it. themes: s2l, cats & one mischievous opossum, meet cute...i think that's it?

a/n: valentines drabble for @love-strike i'm sorry this is SO LATE & i hope this doesn't suck & you enjoy it! thank you to @playmetheclassics for including me! not edited, lmk if you see typos & whatnot

“Oh mother- god damn!” you shouted, just barely managing not to drop the metal trap. “You again,” you frowned at the animal inside.

The two beady eyes that reflected back at you were those of an opossum and definitely not of the feral cat that you had hoped to trap and neuter. In fact, this opossum in particular had started to make a habit of getting “trapped” and eating all of the cat food before being discovered. You recognized him because of a distinctive notch in his left ear and also the smug, self satisfied opossum grin that you swore you could recognize anywhere.

“Will you freaking get out of here?” you pleaded with him as you released him. Perhaps next time you would drive him to a section of woods further away, but today you did not have the time.

Grumbling quietly to yourself, you went about resetting the TNR trap for a fourth time. You would get that big tomcat eventually!

…

Jun whistled contentedly as he walked home from the bus stop. Work had passed relatively uneventfully, but he was still looking forward to getting home. At the crosswalk, he took a right. This was technically a detour from the shortest path home, but it ensured that he would pass by the animal shelter. He’d always enjoyed checking out the cats and kittens through the window, but recently the staff had taken to announcing “Nice and Naughty Cat of the Week”. Jun had found himself immediately invested and he had made sure to take this route home every week since.

“Stupid. Freaking. Animal.” you grumbled under your breath as you placed the letters spelling 'Mr. O Possum' into the board under 'Naughty Cat of the Week'.

As it was the week of Valentine’s Day, the board was also adorned with pink and red cardboard hearts, but your mood didn’t quite match.

“Mr. Opossum again?” Jun found himself asking before he could help himself.

You jumped slightly, startled at the sudden appearance.

“That’s like the third time, right?”

“Yes,” you nodded, surprised that someone was keeping track of the weekly announcements. “Why do you know that?”

“Ah, that…,” Jun scratched his head sheepishly, giving you a once over. “I live nearby. I love the weekly Nice and Naughty Cat announcements, so I make sure to pass by on Mondays.”

You looked away, shy, as chest squeezed at his adorable explanation and boxy smile.

“Who’s the nice cat of the week?” Jun asked.

His eyes were so round with curiosity and it filled you with an overwhelming desire to kiss him on the mouth. Luckily you managed not to do that.

“Oh it’s Maxi!” you were excited to report, pulling out a picture of the white cat.

“Oh! Her ears?” Jun gasped, pointing at the C-shaped appendages on her head.

“Yes, she has curly ears! It’s a mutation that makes them look like that,” you gushed. “Would you like to see her in person?”

“Yes!” he nodded enthusiastically, allowing you to lead the way. You pointed to Maxi’s kennel where she looked up at you both curiously. Jun let out an adorable squeak as he crouched down to look at her more closely.

A warmth filled your chest as you watched him watch her, his chin resting on his fist. He was tall and small at the same time in a way that confused and intrigued you.

Jun tried to keep his cool as he felt your eyes on him. He’d been a little flustered to meet you, the person behind his precious updates, and to learn that you were cute in addition to funny.

“So what will become of Mr. Opossum?” he found himself asking as he stood.

“I released him, but I’m worried he’s going to come back!” you enthused. “If he comes back, I’ll have to figure out how to get him to the next town over or something.”

“Ah,” Jun nodded. “Well I’d be happy to help, if that’s the case.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, looking at you through the pieces of hair that had fallen into his eyes. “I can leave you my number?”

“S-sure,” you nodded.

“Great. I’ll keep my fingers crossed that Mr. Opossum makes another appearance on the naughty board,” he grinned. “Or maybe me?”

The nervous swallow that you swallowed was so painfully audible.

[cheolism-archive]

how is jun and his lovely roommate/love of his life doing 🥺🥺

drabble sequel to good things from bad days

but can be read alone!!

1k words

genre: romance, fluff, adoration and love. marriage proposal gone wrong!!! sunshine! junnie x grumpy! reader

notes/warnings: marriage is insinuated. a cat is on the counter but jun is going to wipe it after, i promise. couple banter. you have two cats named after the roly poly by t-ara.

Jun rushed about the kitchen, never staying in one place for more than a second. Time was his master, he the servant. He had tried to delay you by asking you to go to the little Chinese restaurant the two of you frequented, the one you've been going to for eight years, the one he stopped at on that fateful night where you drunkenly confessed your love.

You had sighed, but agreed. He knew you would. Jun knew that every sigh, eye roll and scoff was just a layer of you, and that beneath that layer was the person he loved with all his heart. Your grumpiness was just another part of you for him to love.

He spun around, aiming for the silverware cabinet. Roly, however, had tucked herself right behind his feet. Jun cursed loudly, pitching forward and bracing himself against the opposite counter in an attempt to catch himself without injuring the cat.

Roly just peered up at him, amber eyes watching him as if to say really?

Jun used his foot to slide Rollie down the wooden floor of the kitchen, ignoring how she promptly turned around to swat at his ankle. He went back to the silverware drawer, withdrawing two pairs of chopsticks.

Jun grabbed yours, wooden ones he had purchased at a farmer's market with little pink flowers carved into the thick handles. He then, slowly, carefully, as if he was handling his heart with his bare hands -- and he was -- reached into his pocket and withdrew the ring.

He took a moment to appreciate it. It was in a vintage style with a thin golden band and a jade jewel surrounded by a golden face. It was elegant and simple, and Jun wondered how such a tiny thing could hold so much gravity.

Jun then slipped the ring around the chopsticks. He wrapped them in a napkin before doing the same with his own so you wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Okay, girls," Jun murmured, trying to swallow his nerves. "Just act cool. There's nothing going on. Absolutely nothing."

Roly and Poly just blinked at him from where they sat on the floor.

Jun set the napkin-covered-chopsticks on the bar just in time for the front door to open. He turned his back to the bar, placing a wide smile on his face and hoping his past as a child-actor was coming in handy.

You were huffing as you carried in the food alongside your work bag. Jun hurried forward, taking the food from you and swooping down to press a kiss to your nose. "Hello, darling!"

"Junnie," you murmured back, angling your face towards him. Jun took your silent request and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your lips. You hummed, nodding, as if he had gotten an answer right on a quiz he didn't know he was taking.

"How was the drive?"

You scoffed, setting your bag on the couch. As soon as she heard you, Poly came running from around the kitchen bar. She let out a high-pitched "mrrp" as she did so, intent on reaching you.

Jun felt his heart swell as you reached down and grabbed Poly, bringing the long-haired cat into your arms. Poly was remarkably shy, even for a cat. It had taken her two months to get used to the two of you, and even now she continued to be hesitant around Jun. But you? She adored you.

Just like Jun.

He crossed back to the kitchen, setting the food onto the bar. Jun listened to you chatter to Poly, adoration dripping from your every word. He ignored Roly as she jumped onto the bar, grabbing the wet wipes the two of you kept in the kitchen for this exact reason.

"Why don't you love me like you love Poly?" Jun dramatically sighed, taking out two glasses from your cupboards.

You walked towards the kitchen, pressing kisses to Poly's head. "It's because she's so cute! Yes! My Poly girl is so! Cute!"

"And your Junnie boy isn't?"

You pressed one last kiss to her forehead, pausing and looking up at him over the rim of your glasses. "I guess."

"You guess?"

Jun set both glasses onto the counter, letting his jaw drop in false shock. "I can't believe I signed the lease to this house with you! I make your meals! I make sure you're well-fed and showered! I take out the trash! And for what? A cat to replace me?"

You cooed at Poly one last time before setting her on the floor. Then you crossed into the kitchen, opening your arms and winding them around Jun's middle. You pressed yourself to him, burying your face into his chest and pressing a kiss over his heart.

"A cat can never replace you," you mumbled. "She can't brush my hair like you do."

Jun laughed, pushing you away. "You jerk!"

Your answering giggle was soft and quiet, as it always tended to be. Jun had a sixth sense for your laughter, however, and mentally recorded it and tucked it deep into his heart.

He can't wait to marry you.

Jun turned his back to the bar, picking up a glass. He went to the freezer, shoving it underneath the ice machine.

Then you gasped, loud and cutting through the serenity. "Roly!"

Jun spun around just in time to see Roly batting your chopsticks, still covered in the napkin, off of the counter. She watched, content with her chaos, as Jun sprinted around the bar, panic so thick that he was drowning in it.

You were already bending over, bypassing the chopsticks and napkin. He watched as your fingers found the ring on the ground, enclosing around it. You straightened, quiet, opening your palm and staring down.

You were always so good at hiding your expressions. You weren't like Hansol, who wore his heart on his sleeve. Your face was stern, almost, considering, as you held the ring up to the light.

But then you turned your face towards Jun, and he could see the tears beginning to fall from your eyes.

"Junnie? Do you have something to ask me?"

[little-svt]

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Strawberry Moon

“Up, Baby girl!” Jun patted his lap, a gentle smile resting on his lips as he finally sat down for the evening.

When he first got home from work, he was quickly redirected to the bathroom to shower. There was no way your babysitter (s/n) would let his sweat covered self anywhere near you. With a pout he waved at his amused little one as he was pushed down the hall until he walked forward on his own. But after he was clean and dry, he came back to the living room where your sitter was saying goodnight, coat on and ready to leave. Thankfully you were already bathed and in your jammies. One less thing for his tired, achy body to worry about.

“Thank you again, s/n.”

Jun really was thankful. His work was busy work and would be for some time to come. You knew that. Though he loved his work, he wished things were different. Just a little more time with you, he’d never complain about. You both greeted the sitter goodbye before he called you to him, waiting patiently in his chair.

Abandoning your toys and crayons, you grabbed your plushie and crawled into his lap, giggling and squirming around until you were comfortable.

“Comfy, Niū niū?” He sighed happily, not minding whatever kiddie movie played on the television as he patted your bottom softly.

“Nhm!” You nodded snuggling closer, your whole body relaxing just feeling his physical presence and his soothing scent.

“Wait-“ he gasped, sitting you up straight to look you in the eyes “- where’s your paci??”

Forgetful, you couldn’t remember when you’d last had it so you only blinked at him. But your eyes began to shift as you worried, suddenly missing it now that you remembered its existence.

“Hmm.” He pressed his lips together, stroking your head, deep in thought.

“Wah?? What’s this??” His hand drew back from your hair.

As if your pacifier had been hiding there the whole time, he swung it around his finger, prideful after finding it in the bedroom while he was getting dressed.

“Daddy, you found it!! How did you do that??” You took his hand in yours and studied the pacifier around his finger but there was no trick that you could see nor that your little, regressed mind could comprehend.

“Okok. Look at that. Perfect. Have I ever told you that you’re cute?” Jun smiled as he popped it in your mouth, squishing your cheeks with one hand. Only receiving a nose scrunch and a huff of air in response to his silly comments, he grinned and pulled you back to rest on his chest.

Taking a nice deep breath, the upbeat voices, silly sounds and cheerful music coming from the television began to fade into the background. The muscles in his face relaxed as he laid his head against his comfy chair. He could fall asleep right there with you in his arms, his hand patting a gentle rhythm on your back.

“Mmnhh(Daddy)??” You pouted, taking offense at his sleepy demeanor.

“Oh, that’s right. Okay. ‘I love you’ song first.”, He remembered, chuckling breathily as he stood, hoisting you up to carry you in his arms. He kissed your nose before your head rested back on his shoulder and shut the lights off as he walked down the hall towards your bedroom.

“You are my dream~” he nuzzled your cheek, eliciting precious giggles from his baby as he walked you to bed, “~you are my love.”

Shutting the door behind him with his foot, he continued singing, sitting on the edge bed and rocking you gently for a moment before rolling over and pulling you under the covers with him. Once your giggles had settled again and you were comfortable on his chest, he sang again sweetly.

“I love you~”

Reaching to shut off the bedside lamp. He could feel your weight getting heavier against him, a sure sign he wouldn’t be singing much longer.

“wo ai ni … hmmmhmmn…” he began rubbing your back again, his nose in the crook of your neck as you began to drift off completely.

How needed, how complete he felt singing a few lines of a song he’d only sang for some drama, never knowing it would come to hold so much meaning, he hoped you’d never outgrow it. Out of habit he sang a little longer than he needed to, his voice just a mumble now as his lips moved slowly, his eyes falling shut. The sooner he fell asleep the sooner he could see you in his dreams and wake up to your pretty face tomorrow.

🧸Endnote: Jun again (sorry not sorry) Wahhh I know this song is becoming overused and I totally would have used it for the title if I hadn’t already but its Junniieeee and really is my comfort song haha. I still don’t think I’ll be returning to writing regularly for the next few months but I wrote this one for myself and it was pretty complete so I figured I’d post. alsooo I will always miss his dark hair but wah the red looks so good on him and these hoodie pics are my new fav because he looks so comfy and soft ㅠ ㅠ ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[kittyhuii]

╰┈➤ cats are the way into my heart 🐾

pairings: schoolmate!jun x gn!reader genre: fluff, mutual pining word count: 705 words of pure fluff

Synopsis: Junhui always seemed like the student who would be closed off, only with the right person does he act like himself. You knew that, and he knew you the same way as well. Yet, here you both are playing with the stray cats by the parking lot of your school.

You rush through the busy corridors of your school, bumping by some shoulders as you try to chase the bell. Gosh were you late, all thanks to the Philosophy essay that was due just last night at 11:59pm. Feeling like the odds of the world were with you today, you finally arrive inside your classroom just a few seconds before your homeroom teacher comes in as well.

You let out a huge sigh as you tiredly fall onto your seat, seemingly already tired when the day had barely started. As you put down your bags beside your table you see your seatmate Jun staring outside the window again, like he was looking for something. You just shrugged and faced the teacher who was now giving out announcements for this week and the like. Being the sleep deprived student you were, you were unfazed by these announcements your teacher was disseminating (do not feed the stray cats behind the school) and so here you are, head lying down on your arms used as a pillow on your desk, dozing off at 8 in the morning.

While you were catching up with your sleep, Jun, who was in his own little world turned to look at you. A smile crept up on his lips as he saw you sleeping peacefully despite the teacher in front of the class. His smile was short lived though as he averted his gaze on you and sighed, now he was doing what you couldn’t do just now – listen to your homeroom teacher. 

You were startled from your slumber as you heard the school bell rung across the halls of the school. Recess, ah yes, your favorite subject. Happily grabbing one of your bags, you skip your way out of the classroom and outside the building. You make your way to your usual spot behind the school building, under an oak tree that serves as a shade under the bright sun. You sit down and grab your snacks from your bag. Just as you were about to take a bite into your sandwich you heard the sound of a kitten. You stood up, trying to look for where the sound came from. You were now a few steps away from the tree when you heard a bush rustle beside you, and there they were, a pair of kittens stepping out of the bush and walking towards you. They both started walking ‘round in circles on your shoe, meowing and purring, somewhat hypnotizing you to give them the food and attention that they’ve been starved of. 

Jun stepped out of the main doors of the school and took a walk around the vicinity while sipping on the small straw of his yogurt. He stopped in his steps when he saw you in the distance, feeding your two new kitten friends. He took another sip on his yogurt before he continued walking again.

“ Y’know we shouldn’t feed them right?” you were startled when someone sneaked up from behind you. You who were bent down playing with the kittens stood up as you faced the person who scared the living shit out of you. There he was, Jun, your seatmate, a smile on his face, a yogurt on his hand and a straw on his lips. “It was the thing our teacher was talking about earlier – that we shouldn’t feed them since they will get attached to the students. Well…you couldn’t have known since you were… asleep” he said, blocking a laugh that could come out of his pretty lips. 

Heat rose up to your cheeks when you saw Jun smile for the first time. You quickly avert your gaze from him, trying to save yourself from the embarrassment you will become. The kittens you were playing with earlier have now found a new friend to ask cuddles from, you watch as both kittens walk up to Jun meowing as a way of it asking for attention. After a few more moments together with Jun and the kittens you realize that you and Jun aren’t too different, you both like kittens, and you both like each other, and for the first time in a while you were glad that you fell asleep in class.

a/n: this is so self indulgent omg AFKBJKABFJK. i just love cats and junhui sm yall dont understand

[savventeen]

[jun + lost]

“Junnie… I think I’m lost.” Your voice is tinny through the phone.

“Lost? Did you make a wrong turn or something?”

“The world doesn’t feel right anymore.”

Worry, quick and cold. “Y/n? What’s going on?”

“I shouldn’t have followed, but I got so curious and—“

“Y/n?!”

“…someone’s watching me. Something.”

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[toruro]

i'm seriously so obsessed with the thought of messy switch jun 🫠🫠🫠 it's equal likelihood that he'll bend you over and leave you covered in him or that he'll be panting and drooling into your collarbone as you coo at him

jun switching up amid fucking though… like he would love being mean but also you just feel so good…

he’d bite his lip so fucking hard while edging you because he would so close, panting out small huffs and moans while you clench around him

he drives me crazy sorry i’ll need to write a proper fic abt soon bc…

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen get cuteness aggression for their s/o

requested by many people! counterpart to this hc <3

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seungcheol, woozi

has probably actually gotten mad at how cute you are at some point. like genuinely, looking over at you and then just freezing, before loudly complaining and making a whole fuss over how you can't keep looking at him like that because he will!!! he Will need to punch something bc of just!!! how!!! cute!!! you are. nonono, he's not punching you, he's gonna punch like. a wall or something. just to vent over how someone as adorable as you actually exists. and then he'll give you kisses all over until you're laughing because you are ridiculously cute and he needs to shower you with affection so you realise how enamoured he is.

jeonghan, joshua, minghao

only he could make cuteness aggression sound like the softest thing ever. he'll be aggressively squishing your cheeks so hard that your eyes are all squinty and everything you say is basically indecipherable, whilst he continues sighing and looking at you with all the fondness in the world and lamenting over how goddamn adorable you are and honestly, what is he going to do with you? the stark contrast between his soft, enamoured voice and the way he's ruffling your hair and kissing your face everywhere like you're going to disappear any moment makes you laugh, weirdly endeared by his behaviour. you're going to get him back for it, though. and ruffle his hair until he can't see a single thing.

junhui, hoshi, mingyu, chan

probably cries. he looks at you sitting there all pretty, completely minding your own business, and the feelings just bubble up inside him so aggressively because WHO is allowed to be that adorable whilst doing absolutely nothing? it's not fair. what starts out as a rant over your cuteness ends up with him a bit teary-eyed and sniffly bc you're just so pretty and he doesn't know what to do. you have to pat him on the head and wipe away his tears as he clings to you and continues to tearily confess that you're the sweetest and loveliest person he's ever seen. his episodes of cuteness of aggression always end with you getting cuteness aggression too bc of how adorable he is everytime he does this

wonwoo, vernon

he's not very showy about his cuteness aggression, at all, but that doesn't mean it's not obvious. he'll stare at you for hours with literal hearts in his eyes, fondness written all over his face, and anyone who looks at him will just know how cute he finds you, even though he hasn't said a word. acts like you're the most precious being in the entire world, and is basically dissolving into a puddle of adoration right then and there. god, he's so lucky to even be in your presence and be able to love you, bc you're just so pretty and so cute. “why are you staring at me so much?” / “you're just so cute, i don't know what to do with you.”

dokyeom, seungkwan

he is very, very noisy about how cute he finds you. i mean like genuinely screeching and being all loud as he complains that you are far too adorable and what about his heart?? have you thought about his heart? bc it's currently melting onto the floor and it's all your fault!!!! the loud screeching is Also accompanied by very clingy hands, so expect the sudden shout to then be followed up with him basically hanging off your shoulders and holding your face in his hands as he cries over how adorable and lovely you are. everyone within a fifty metre radius will know that he finds you cute, by the way. be prepared.

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[kyeomkuppie]

SVT when you stop talking because you think you're annoying.

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

A/n: definitely not self indulgent.

Seungcheol, Seungkwan, Minghao

This man won't even tolerate a single moment when you think about yourself negatively. He will automatically ask you about who told you that shit load of incorrect information and he definitely needs names. Like who would dare do that to you, an absolute angel?! He'd assure you there's nothing else he'd like to listen to and he always wants to make you feel important and heard.

Jeonghan, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Vernon

He's confused. He thinks it's one of the most admirable things about you that you could keep a conversation going and it's never boring to him. He isn't the type to do the talking so he loves it when you talk about whatever you love so passionately or random things that happened throughout your day even if it isn't related to what he likes or usually talks about. He's the type to tell you "What happened after...?" And show you he was invested in what you were saying and you just pull a Pikachu face because wait...he was actually listening?!

Dokyeom, Soonyoung, Mingyu

He will shower you with reassurance. He'll tell you me + you = talkative + talkative = a match made in heaven. He also loves talking so when you think of yourself as annoying he tells you that if you're annoying he's a duck because what in the world are you thinking?! He absolutely loves talking to you and the way you match his energy, how your eyes light up when excited or how sometimes you butcher words because you talk quickly. He loves it all too much and he wouldn't want you to feel otherwise.

Junhui, Joshua, Chan

Deeply offended. Excusez moi?! He comes home everyday to listen to you and now you pull this. Top 10 worst anime betrayals. He would never ever want you to stop talking because your words are like boosts of energy to him. He'd smile at you sweetly and look at you with sickeningly sweet heart eyes. He never considered himself as the cheesy type but when it comes to you he's the classic "I'd die for you" main character.

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[seungcheorry]

"hey, check it out what i got for you", junhui tells you, eyes shining like a little kid.

he gives you a tiny bag with pledis' logo on it. you raise your eyebrow at him, playfully acting as if you're suspicious.

"it better be the new album, carat version."

"oh, you want my face all over the pages?"

"yeah, yours, definitely", you say with a smirk. "not seungkwan's..."

junhui rolls his eyes at you, rushing you to open the bag; and when you do, the smile on your face makes all your teasings worth it.

"no way!", you pull the plushie of jun's animated character, the three cats looking back at you with what you could swear it was junhui's exact eyes. "i thought it was sold out?"

he shrugs. "it was, but i pulled some strings. i know how much you wanted it..."

junhui's words linger in the air as you rip the plastic that evolves your plushie keychan. the fabric is soft on your fingertips, and you just know you're gonna proudly walk with it hanging on your purse now.

"thank you so much, babe", you tell junhui, hugging him tight. "now i have four of you."

"as long as i'm still your favorite", he pokes your side, making you laugh.

[chanranghaeys]

🚪 svt when they don't open the door for you when you knock

a/n: weirdly specific but i was triggered by this recently hence; not properly proofread word count: 3.8k tags: comfort!svt, gn!annoyed+emotional!reader, reader described to be smaller than svt, fluff, pet names, emotional tears, some raised voices (to and from minghao)

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Seungcheol — immediately stands up when he hears just the keys jingling at the door. He runs to reach it before you turn the knob but he’s too late.

But before you could even start complaining, before you could even glare at him, Cheol immediately embraces you and says “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t hear your knocks, I have no excuse.”

In this instance, all his pouts are not to annoy you, but to beg you to get rid of your annoyance at him. So try as you might to stay annoyed at him, how could you when he’s got you locked safe in the embrace of his strong and secure arms?

(i’m sorry cheol’s is so short because……..i think this is the most accurate i can get him honestly it’s just really straightforward like this for him)

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Jeonghan — immediately walks out of your shared room to greet you as soon as he hears the door open.

“You’re home—” he says with arms outstretched, but you cut him off instantly.

“Why didn’t you open the door for me?” He stays silent, a questioning look on his face. “I knocked so many times, but you know we can’t knock too loudly right? I was waiting for you to open the door, but you didn’t.”

You roll your eyes and steam off to your room, sidestepping him and his efforts to talk to you. When you emerge and settle on the couch, he sits beside you but at a slight distance because he knew better than to keep pressing when you were like this.

When he sees that your breathing started to regulate and your expression seemed to neutralize, that’s when he reaches for your hand and laces his fingers in yours. “How was your day, my angel?”

You just look at him. He persists, kissing the back of your intertwined hand. “Come here, I know you need a hug.”

Reluctantly, you lower your pride and scoot closer to him, settling on his chest. “Now, what’s bothering my angel? I know it’s more than just the door, and I’m really sorry that hurt you. But it’s more than the door, isn’t it? How are you really?”

You fight back tears because you know he’s right. It just wasn't your day and nothing went well, and you feel so bad that you projected your unnecessary anger at him.

You hug him tighter and mumble out an “I’m sorry Hannie,” to which he replies, “I’m sorry too, it’s okay. Hannie is here to listen, I’m here.”

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Joshua — doesn’t realize his mistake at first and greets you like normal: with a smile, a hug, and a kiss on the cheek. He quickly realizes that something was off when you don’t return the said hug and kiss as enthusiastically as you usually do, and your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. When you only gave one word replies to him asking how your day was, alarms flare in his head.

He stops whatever he’s doing and does the same to you, taking the few groceries you were packing away from your hands and replacing them with his. he looks you in the eye, the alarm and guilt so palpable in his.

“I’m sorry,” he immediately prefaces. “What did I do? Or what did I not do? I’m so, so sorry.”

At his apologies, you started feeling bad as you saw him so helpless, but you also couldn’t hold back the whining tone from your voice as you said, “You knew I went to get some groceries. Why didn’t you open the door?” You feel bad, yes, but you’re also still annoyed.

He sighs in realization and frustration, before he looks back to you and caresses your cheek, then wordlessly pulls you into his chest. He strokes your head and smooths down your hair, a gesture that never fails to comfort you.

“I’m sorry, love. I’m really sorry. I really didn’t hear the door, I promise I didn’t mean to.” You stay like that for a while, just holding each other before he breaks away, saying he’ll be right back. When he emerges from your room, he had a light jacket on to cover his tank top.

“Let’s go.”

“What?”

“For a walk. And a snack. And because I know something else is bothering that pretty head of yours,” he says with a kiss to your forehead. “Really tell me about your day, love. I want to hear all about it.”

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Junhui — plays along with your annoyed air at first, mocking your tone whenever you said “Why didn’t you open the door?” with his own mischievous smile.

When he saw that you didn’t just glare at him once or twice—it was five times to be exact—he slowly tones down, then fully stops when you stay silent. That’s when he realizes how seriously annoyed you were at this miss.

He isn’t very physically and verbally expressive of his love, but he wordlessly proceeds to set the dining table for you the moment you sat there, cautious of how you were going to react. When he was done, he sat down with you, stealing glances at you as you proceeded with dinner. When you asked if he had eaten, he shook his head silently.

As some time passed and there was a slight lull while you were eating, he grabs your hand and looks you in the eye with intent and remorse. “I'm sorry I didn’t open the door for you. I’ll be way more attentive next time.”

For the first time since you arrived, the frown on your face melted because here was Junhui so straightforward and affectionate when he rarely was. The moment he saw that smile on your lips, he leaned in to kiss it. “There’s my favorite smile.”

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Soonyoung — at a loss for words as to how to make it up to you. But because it was Soonyoung, you couldn’t really stay annoyed at him for so long. After all, that was the first time it happened and he just happened to catch you on a bad day too, and you see that it never happened again.

But you also saw there’s more to it than that. Since then, he proceeds to open literally anything for you, from bedroom and car doors, to jars and cereal boxes, even the TV at one point, grabbing the remote from your hand and doing a simple push of a button for you.

He only stops when you ask him “Soonyoungie, I know how unbelievably sweet it is for you to open these things for me, but are you still doing this because of what happened before?”

He just looked at you and pursed his lips. He really didn’t want to make you feel anything negative, especially when he was the cause of it. He wordlessly gave you a sullen nod.

You melt at this and pull him in for a hug, repeatedly reassuring him that you weren’t annoyed at him anymore and that he could stop. Well, he didn’t completely stop, he realized that it was no big deal to do even the smallest things for you.

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Wonwoo — was always busy with his games whenever you knock at your door and no one answers. You were pretty used to it, in fact. It wasn’t everyday, but it happened often. On those days, you just go to him and kiss his forehead. Most times, he immediately stops the game and dedicates his time to you.

But that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t make you a bit sad everytime he fails to greet you at the door. So when a time came that this happened for how many days straight, your sadness turned into frustration and then annoyance.

It reached its peak when he was so engrossed with whatever he was playing that he didn’t even look to you when you arrived, didn’t even greet you. You scoff, but it fell to deaf ears inside his gaming headset. You walk out and busy yourself with something, anything besides him. When he does finally come out, he greets you, but is given the cold shoulder. He notices it right away.

“Love?” Silence. “Baby?” More silence. He attempts to hold your hand, but you pull it away. Oh shit. He tries again, inching closer to try and hug you, but his advances are rejected as you move away from him.

He sighs with defeat, knowing that he won’t get anywhere when you’re like this. So the evening passed in silence. When you two were finally getting ready for bed, you try to find sanctuary under the covers for the hurt in your heart. You try to sleep, but it wouldn’t come. You feel Wonwoo’s side dip with his weight, and when he settled down, he finally got the chance to wrap you in a hug.

“Talk to me. Please. I think I know what this is about, so just talk to me. I know we won’t be able to sleep without fixing this problem. Please.”

You cave and face him, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. And he realizes how grave his mistake was.

Since then, he always came running to the door at the first few knocks, greeting you with a tight hug and a soft forehead kiss. You wonder how, and you find out that the sounds from his games were a little too loud whenever you arrived.

“Wonwoo-ya! Where were you? How could you abandon us to die?” You peek into his gaming room and hear frustrated voices coming from the speakers.

“Sorry! I had to attend to more important things,” he speaks into his mic with a wink toward your direction.

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Jihoon — was a homebody, and always answered the door without fail. That is, whenever he was home before you were, which was a rare occurrence. It was a different story for his perpetually locked studio. He never answered the door for anyone, not even you. So as long as he was inside and could unlock the door remotely, you entered quietly to not disturb his artistic process.

There was one rule, most especially applicable to him, and that rule is no work was to be brought home. He rarely took breaks anymore when at the office and in the studio, so home was a place for rest.

He followed the said rule religiously, until you experienced unanswered knocks similar to how he is in the studio. For the past few days when you open the door, you see him slumped over his desk with work, samples streaming from the speakers or strewn paper filled with various lyrics.

For the nth consecutive time this happens, you were fed up with him. Your efforts at knocking to get his attention proved futile, so you called. He answered on the second ring.

“Jihoon-ah. I’ve been knocking for 10 minutes. Why aren’t you answering?”

You were greeted at the door by a breathless Jihoon, confused and slightly annoyed, asking you “Why didn’t you just open the door?”

That did it for you. “Because we’re not at your studio, Jihoon. We’re supposed to be at home.” You pushed past him in frustration, and his actions slowly dawned on him.

The next day, you wake to a soft kiss on your forehead and a whispered “I love you” before Jihoon left for work. Your annoyance has mostly died down, but it was replaced by a pang of sadness, that was quickly replaced by shock when you exited your room and saw what was on the table.

It was a bouquet of delicate flowers in your favorite color, nothing grand, but something well thought of. You notice something glinting tied around the stems. It was a key. On the table was a note: “I will open all the doors for you, and leave them open for you and only you. Even the door to the studio will be unlocked for you. I’m sorry. - Your Ji”

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Minghao — doesn’t immediately understand what the big deal is about.

"It’s just a door."

That’s what you hear him say when he finally asks why you’ve been annoyed and cold the moment you stepped into the apartment.

“It’s not just a door, Minghao!”

“You don’t hear me say the same thing when you don’t open the door for me, do you?”

“But I apologize after! It’s like you don’t even care!”

“I care, but it’s just not a big deal for me.”

“Well then if it’s not a big deal, why couldn’t you do something so simple?”

“I didn’t mean to not hear you knocking! I just happened to be preoccupied then!”

“Wow, so you were too preoccupied to even greet me? To apologize to me?”

It was a bad day for both of you, and you ended up fighting fire with fire, bringing up even unrelated issues from past and present, until one of you reached your tipping point, all from a simple gesture not done.

At that tipping point, he is rendered silent. “Pause. I can’t do this.”

You nod. “Pause.”

After a few moments, he speaks again. “I’m sorry. You know how blunt I can be. I didn’t see right away that it’s not what you need right now.”

You nod. “I’m sorry. It’s really not my day. I just couldn’t understand how you could say that as if it’s nothing.”

He initiates contact, reaching for your hands and circling them around his waist, and you effortlessly lean into the embrace he forms around you. He presses a soft kiss on the crown of your head. His lips stay there when you hear him say, "It's not nothing. It's never nothing with you."

“Then please just open the door next time?”

He lightly chuckles, and you feel his chest move with it. “It really is just a door. But okay, I’ll make sure to always open it for you.”

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Mingyu — always opens the door for you. No contest.

But on the rare occasion that he misses to do so, and he caught you on a bad day at that, he just stands there like a helpless puppy as the gravity of his actions sinks in. Whether you say your choice words, or with no words at all, he will know what he did wrong right away.

You storm into your room and he quickly follows, but your body language made it clear that you didn’t want to be disturbed. Despite his height, you easily sidestepped him as you made your way into the bathroom to shower.

Mingyu was standing by the door of the bathroom when you finished. You tried sidestepping him again, but he stood his ground this time, catching you in his embrace, rubbing your back, then kneading your temples. He led you back to your room, helping you dress up, dry your hair, massages your hands. While you do your skincare, he combs your hair straight and with no tangles. When you’re done and you stop to look at each other in the mirror, he hugs you from behind, and you allow him to do so.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I won’t.” He buries his face in the crook of your neck and doesn’t let go until you finally give him a kiss on the cheek, one that was denied from him when you arrived. You tried really hard to stay annoyed at Mingyu, but you can’t, you just can’t.

So he always opens the door for you, without fail. He’d rather see your endless smiles if it meant doing something as simple as this.

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Seokmin — you knock at the door, knowing Seokmin is inside because you can hear him busy inside. It isn’t as usual for him to be home earlier than you because it was usually the other way around, so when he doesn’t open the door for you, your annoyance slowly grew with every knock.

You were just so tired and couldn’t wait to lie down but he couldn’t even open the door for you? You fumble with your keys, even dropping it in frustration, and he still didn’t hear you.

When you finally open the door, you hear music playing from the speakers and you can smell something…off. A panicked yelp confirms that yes, indeed, something is wrong, and you follow the scent to the kitchen, where you see Seokmin trying to save what was left of his bowl’s contents.

“Seokminnie, are you okay? What happened?”

His alarmed eyes met yours and were soon filled with disappointment. “You’re here. I didn’t even hear you come in. I’m sorry, I…I was just trying to make you something because I know you’re tired with all those messages you sent me and it was just the right timing that I could leave work early so I rushed home and then this happened and—”

You can’t believe you had the gall to be annoyed at him when he was the sweetest, most thoughtful man on earth. You take the bowl from his hands and hug him, resting your head on his beating heart. He molds himself into you and wraps you in his arms.

“I love you, Minnie.”

He kisses the crown of your head and rests his chin there while rubbing your back reassuringly. “I love you too. You can rest now, I’ll take care of this. Don’t worry.”

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Seungkwan — you were so ready to be petty and annoyed, you already had choice words in mind because you think this was payback for all the times you absentmindedly did the same to him, how he was left stewing but you secretly always took this chance to placate and soothe him because you knew he liked it when you fussed over him.

Nonetheless, you tried to be as obnoxious as possible while fumbling with your keys and opening the door. Seeing the back of his head leaned on the couch, you couldn’t even believe that he didn’t turn his head to you until you stood in front of him and was immediately silenced.

Seungkwan was fast asleep, deeply asleep that your noise didn’t even wake him. You slowly backtracked and remembered what his day was like today, how it was packed to the brim with schedules from one place to another, and you felt guilty as hell.

As quietly as you could, you brush his hair away from his face. You overestimated how deep his sleep was though, because his eyes flow open the moment he felt your touch.

“Wha—you’re home!” He grabs your hand and looks at you with sleepy eyes that closed again when he realized that “Ah no, I fell asleep. I was trying to wait for you but—”

You shushed him at that moment and said it was okay because this tired sleepyhead needs to rest already. You pull him up from the couch, where he wordlessly fixed himself against your side and kissed the side of your head as you walked into your shared room so you could tuck him in properly.

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Vernon — was watching a movie and was so fixated on it that he didnt even notice you were in until you opened the light.

“Oh—oh! Youre home!” He scrambles to pause the movie and brisk walk straight to you for a tight hug, even swaying slightly side to side. When he breaks apart and sees the slight frown on your face (that you quickly assembled after it got wiped away with that damn heartwarming hug), he tilts his head to the side.

“I know that face. What did I do? Is it because I didn’t open the door?” He widens his eyes in acknowledgment as it clicks in his head and lets out a defeated smile.

“I’m sorry” and while he still had you in his clutches, he kisses your nose.

“I’m sorry,” and a kiss on your cheek, another apology with another kiss to your other cheek, your forehead, your lips, your eyes, until you're smothered with his kisses.

He doesn’t stop until you were pushing him away, but he achieved his goal of making you smile. “Are you still annoyed? I’m not stopping,” He says, returning your smile with your favorite gummy smile of his.

“No, okay, stop! I’m okay. I’m not annoyed anymore…but don’t do it again.”

“Got it,” with one final kiss, a deeper one on your lips. When you both come up for air, he follows it up with “Come on, what do you wanna watch?”

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Chan — apologized as profusely as he could after seeing your annoyed face, hugging and kissing and never letting you leave his embrace until you finally said you weren’t annoyed anymore.

You let it go then, but you’re still a bit petty, and decided to do an Uno Reverse on him when the opportunity presented itself. You acted as nonchalant as possible when you heard him struggle with his keys, open the door, and finally face you from where you were seated.

When you look up from the book you were reading, you tried to act as surprised as you could. “Oh, Channie! You’re home.” You could see a sheen of annoyance masking his face, one he was trying to keep down.

“Didn’t you hear me knocking?”

“…No, sorry. I guess I was too into this book. I’m sorry Channie,” you say with the best pout you could muster.

You see his eyes narrow ever so slightly, before he smiles and leans down to kiss your forehead. “It’s okay, baby.” He wordlessly settles down beside you on the couch and pulls you in to cuddle and hold you tight.

You were dumbstruck to say the least. He wasn’t…annoyed? “You’re not annoyed at me?”

He pulls you in closer, nuzzling his cheek against yours before saying “No,” followed by a kiss to your cheek. “But I know you still are. And I’m really sorry. So I’ll just hold you tight until this hurt goes away.”

Your heart swells with pride at how he instantly saw through your seemingly tough facade. You melt against him, all sign of annoyance gone from you as you whisper a “Thank you, Chan.”

[cheolism-archive]

patience

➼ moon junhui x reader

➼ wc is 680

➼ short n sweet, inspired by the above pictures. nsfw!!!

➼ warnings: afab reader; ab riding; dom! jun but also service top jun; mean junhui

Junhui was a patient man. But this had been going on for the better part of an hour, and he had yet to stick his dick inside of your pussy and truly there was only so much you could take. 

You were a mess on top of him. You were braced against the headboard of the bed, face ducked down and contorted in pleasure as you dragged your pussy down the length of Junhui’s torso. His abs were coated in your juices, glistening in the bedroom light. 

Harsh pants left your mouth as you grinded down on his abdomen, your cunt chasing release, trying to gain traction. But his torso was soaked and there was only so much it could give. 

You couldn’t come like this, he knew. Junhui, while patient, was also observant when it came to you. He knew you needed something up your cunt, needed to be filled and stretched. Knew you needed his cock buried inside of you. 

Jun’s hands flexed against your hips, thumbs pressing into the fat there and indenting it. He slowed your hips to a stop, revealing in how utterly destroyed you looked as you blinked down at him, mouth parting. 

“Do you want help, baobei?”

You shook your head, wiggling your hips. When his grip didn’t lessen, you bore down on him, pressing your clit down and against the hard muscles of his stomach. He hadn’t really understood what you meant when you proposed this, when you shyly asked if you could ride his abs. But Jun, patient, observant Jun, was up to most anything and could never deny you. 

But then you had begun dragging your cunt over his abs, driving your clit down in an attempt to get some relief, juices coating his chest, and Jun couldn’t help but agree with you that this was a wonderful idea. 

“I can --” You panted, biting down on your lip. “I can do it.”

Jun sighed. Using his grip on you, he up-heaved you off of him and onto the bed beside him. You let out a shriek of shock at the sudden movement, eyes wide and looking up at him like a startled deer. 

Jun wedged himself between your thighs, forcing them open and revealing your cunt. He shoved two of his fingers in, your pussy quickly clenching him and trying to coax more, even though his fingers were as deep as they went. Jun adjusted his hand, pressing a third finger in. He stretched them out, dragging against your walls and mapping them out. 

“Wasn’t really asking,” He told you, watching in delight as your back arched off the bed and little cries, pleas, left your lips. “This is my pussy, you know? I get the final say over it.”

He wasn’t a possessive man at all. Jun shared most things in his life, bar you. He always offered his snacks and food, always offered you the first sip of his drink. Being possessive wasn’t in his nature. But he liked the little eager gleam you got in your eyes whenever he pressed himself against your side and draped over you, when he called your cunt his and left bruises high on your neck. 

Finally, Jun guided his long, slender, red and angry cock into your hungry cunt. He fed it in, groaning and eyes fluttering as your pussy clenched around him. When people asked him what he wanted to do with his life, what he wanted in the future, he always had to lie; how could Jun possibly say that the only thing he wanted in life was to be constantly buried in you, coated in your pussy juices and his ears filled with your moans?

Jun bent over you, hand moving to tangle in your hair. He tilted your head back, baring your neck. He pressed his lips against your skin, feeling your throat swallow against his mouth. “Now,” he said, voice low and sweet. “I’ve let you have your fun. I’ve been good and patient. I think it’s time for you to make it up for me.”

[little-svt]

GENDERNEUTRAL | FLUFF | ft. Uncle Minghao (always)

Wc: 1.4k+

Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh

Baby you

Jun was not expecting to meet his little one on his way out the door, all ready for the gym. Duffel over his shoulder, he had one foot out the door when he’d called out to you for the last time. When he said goodbye before grabbing his things previously, he’d left you on the sofa. Snuggly as always, he let you know he’d be back in a few hours and not to wait up. Taking care of his body was important to his career, you knew that. But you got to thinking how sad you would be home all alone, especially when he was so busy with promotions and preparing for the next album. Maybe he’d have made it out before you noticed if he hadn’t forgotten his AirPods, quickly backtracking through the apartment to grab them. The way back however, it was him being grabbed by desperate hands, bunched up tightly.

“Daddy, I wan come too!”

Your teary eyes were just too much for his heart. And sure, he could have just said screw the gym so he could stay home and care for his baby. But his little one was a stubborn one, so insistent on tagging along, clinging close. Or so he told himself after giving in almost immediately while he dressed you in his sweats so you would look the part, even if the equipment wasn’t safe for a little baby to use.

The two of you didn’t have to travel far to get to the gym thankfully, he was sure you’d be falling asleep standing the longer both of you were away from the house. After checking in , he bought you a juice to keep you entertained. Seeing how excited you were to see all the pre and post workout goodies available for members, he barely managed to talk you out of getting the pretty pink pre-workout energy drink that definitely wouldn’t be good for his little one. (Not that it wouldn’t be cute to see you bouncing off the walls like the little klipspringer that you were).

The first part would be fun.

“Are you ready?”, Jun giggled, taking your juice and setting it on the floor next to him.

Ready? Ready for what? Did that mean you were gonna work out too?

“Are you watching? You look like a fish.”, he reached out to squish your cheeks once, referring to the way your eyes grew in size and the small ‘o’ that formed from your mouth, before stepping back.

Reaching down towards his feet, he began stretching, taking it slow to see if you’d join in. You always liked to do the things your daddy did. Kitty see, kitty do.

“Yah!”, he laughed, quickly catching his breath and standing back up before all the blood rushed to his head. It wasn’t your fault you were a little slow sometimes.

“Ahh!”, you yelped, bending over to do as he did.

“Okay..”, he sighed with a smile, stepping forward to help you stand up.

“Can you come down here with me?”, he asked after sitting on the ground in front of you and spreading out his legs.

Once you sat down he teased you again, helping you get into the right position to stretch with him. They weren’t exactly the stretches he needed to be doing today, but he was having fun ‘working out’ with his baby.

Making sure you were sat next to him where he could clearly see that you were safe and sound, sipping on your juice with his phone in your hand, he began on his sets. After moving from one machine to another, he couldn’t help but at least glance to check on you. There you were, playing all by your little self in this strange place. Suddenly, he felt as if he was neglecting you.

Jun sighed to himself, cleaning off the equipment. The gym was no place for a baby. He’d just have to take special care to make sure you were safe and cared for.

Crouching in front of you, he gently transferred the phone to his hand before pocketing it.

“Come here, baby. Wanna come hang out with Daddy or is the game more fun?”, he teased, brushing your hair behind your ear and kissing your head.

“Wanna come with Daddy! Can I??”, your eyes twinkled, presented with this curious opportunity. With just enough unsureness not to smother your excitement, you peeked at the scary equipment around you. Everything would be okay as long as you stayed with your Daddy, right?

“Only if you give daddy two - no - three kisses.” he grinned, tapping on his left cheek.

“Okay!”, you giggled.

“One for Daddy. Thank you, cutiepie.”, he counted, “Ooh, another? Thank you.”

Giggling, and sitting back on your feet, you covered your warm cheeks bashfully.

“Hey, you're not done!”, he chuckled, “One more, a big big smooch.”

You give him his last kiss, your playful laughter now echoing through the space. Picking you up on your feet, he shushed you, his own laughter almost matching yours. With you sitting next to him, giggly, teasing, counting his reps, he felt a lot better. Right next to him was where you belonged, where you’d be safe and happy.

“Seven…. Eight….”, the pause after ‘eight’ was a little long, making him pause his rep, his muscle twitching slightly in the flexed position as he looked at you with a smile.

“Nine! Ten…. ‘leven…”, and giggle or laugh as the two of you may, that was the extent of your three-year-old regressed knowledge.

That was alright with him. He could do multiple sets for you. That was until you started getting creative.

“One… two… three… goyangi”, and again, your impish smile spiraled into a fit of giggles.

Dropping the weights, he shook his head, breathing heavily through laughter at the sudden animal input.

“Goyangi??”

“Haohao, tell Daddy he is goyangi.”, you insisted, the phone centered between your little hands.

“Hao..?”, Jun questioned, glancing around, absolutely sure he’d put his phone in his pocket when he’d taken it from you. But, alas, sighed as you turned his phone screen toward him so he could see the FaceTime call that you’d started with Minghao.

“Ah, straighten your shoulder Jun Ge!”, Minghao instructed with a light giggle. Setting his phone up in front of him so he could be hands-free.

Drying his face and neck with his gym towel, Jun sat up on the bench with an eye roll and a smirk, and took the moment to sip some water.

“Giving up already? That’s okay. Y/n, would you like to come with Uncle Hao to the gym next time? Maybe you can teach your Daddy how to do it properly.”, Minghao grinned, taking the opportunity to take a quick swig from his drink as well.

“Where’s my drink??”, you pouted.

“Oh, you finished your juice, baby?”, Jun glanced around, picking up his water again, “Have some of Daddy’s, kitten.”

“Don’t want Daddy’s. Hao has juice. I want some. Hao can you bing me juice, pwease?”, you asked genuinely, tilting your head when they didn't respond immediately.

For a moment they really wondered if you couldn’t understand it would take longer for him to bring you juice than for Jun to just get you one of your own. Gathering his things, Jun pulled you up again but let you hold on to the phone.

“How about you tell him how much fun we had while we get you some juice? How’s that sound? Maybe we could get some ice cream too?”, he offered, knowing transitions were hardest for little ones, some sweets might make things a little easier.

“Wow, did you work out so much that you can eat ice cream?”, Minghao scoffed playfully.

“Daddy eats ice cream all the time!!”, you announced, thrilled to be part of the conversation.

“I do not. You shush before I turn you into ice cream.”

No one quite knew what that ominous threat meant exactly but it was enough to end that conversation. With the two of you headed home, the night coming to a close, Minghao said his goodbyes.

“Goodnight, kiddo.”

“What about me?”, Jun gasped, the call making it all the way to the shop.

“That was for you. Goodnight, y/n”, Minghao teased, ending the call before Jun WOULD argue further.

The walk home was almost too fast, Jun taking his time with getting you ready for bed to compensate. But he knew he couldn't hold off bedtime much longer. It was late and your yawns were coming in threes.

“You had fun with Daddy tonight, baby cakes??”, he asked, pulling your pajamas over your head.

“Uh-huh. Wanna go with goyangi every day”, you yawned, your ramblings nearly unintelligible.

“Oh, yeah?”, he asked with a smile, lifting you in his arms to carry you to bed, your sleepy stance, wobbling left, forward, right and back.

“Meow.”

‘Ah, again. My fault.”, he snickered lightly, pulling you into bed with him, close to his chest.

“Meow. Close your eyes, my sleepy kitty. We’ll go again another day.”

🧸Endnote: This has been in the works since he posted these photos honestly 😭 and it’s not a Jun fic if there’s no mention of our Hao so here we are. And I’m so not sorry about posting Junnie a lot lately because it’s been a long time coming 😏😚 and thank you so much again to my 🎬 anonie for doing some great editing to really make my ode to Junnie shine 🤭💖💖💖~ 🐶🐰🍓

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[hoshifighting]

i love your college fling writings sm aaaa (*≧∀≦*)!! begging on hands and knees for college fling jun 🙏 esp if he’s a bit more on the dom side

college fling!jun

WARNINGS: smut, bio!genius jun, clit stimulation, oral (f. receiving), cock riding, a little dom!jun, non-established relationship.

it’s a thursday afternoon, the sort of day where the mood smells like cheap cafeteria food and half-assed desperation, ‘cause exams are coming and no one knows shit. you’re slouched over your bio notes in the library, chewing the end of your pen like it owes you some kind of lamp genie, and then boom—in struts college fling!jun.

college fling!jun, who hates the college lockers so much he straight-up just carries all his books around like some kind of over-prepared, slightly chaotic mule. deadass, his backpack looks ready to burst, and you’re already side-eyeing it, wondering how many goddamn textbooks one man could possibly need.

“you okay there?” he plops down across from you, hair slightly messy, and there’s this little grin playing at his lips. why’s he gotta look so cute when you’re on the brink of a mental breakdown?

“nah, i’m actually about to file for emotional bankruptcy,” you mutter, flipping through your notes like the answers are gonna manifest themselves through sheer panic. “you done with the bio assignment?”

college fling!jun, shy-but-funny, lowkey-genius college fling!jun, tilts his head and smirks. “you need help?”

you blink. “you know bio?”

“do i know bio?” he scoffs, dragging your notebook closer like you personally insulted him. “sit back, y/n.”

next thing you know, he’s rattling off answers about cell division and DNA replication like he’s reading straight outta the textbook, except better, ‘cause he’s throwing in jokes about mitochondria being the “bad bitch” of the cell world. who even is this man?

college fling!jun, who spent half the semester cracking dumb jokes about your prof’s comb-over, suddenly explaining concepts better than the professor himself? unreal.

“wait, wait,” you interrupt, pointing at a diagram. “so, like, the nucleus is just… chilling in the middle, bossing everyone around?”

he grins, leaning in closer, and damn, his perfume smells too good for a guy who looks like he only owns three hoodies. “exactly. it’s like me at a group project—doesn’t do much, but still gets credit.”

“i hate you,” you snort, but you’re laughing anyway, and somehow your brain is actually clicking with the material.

college fling!jun, who makes studying feel like less of a slow, painful death.

later, as you’re packing up, he scratches the back of his neck, looking all shy again, and it’s such a whiplash from confident bio-genius jun that you almost laugh. “uh, so… you wanna grab coffee or something? you know, as a reward for surviving bio?”

you raise an eyebrow. “this isn’t you trying to weasel into my project group again, is it?”

“what? no,” he says, but he’s grinning, and you already know he’s lying.

college fling!jun, who probably would try to scam his way into your group, but makes it so damn endearing you’d let him anyway.

it’s late—like, stupid late. the kinda late where your brain feels like it’s melting into a puddle of useless mush. you and jun are on the floor of your dorm, the carpet rough under your knees, surrounded by markers, cut-out letters, and one very sad excuse for a poster board. everyone else dipped like two hours ago, muttering something about “early classes” and “not wanting to lose brain cells”—like, rude much? but jun stayed.

college fling!jun, who’s now sitting cross-legged with his sleeves pushed up, forearms all veiny as he’s meticulously lining up the title letters.

“you’re actually kinda good at this,” you say, crawling closer on your knees, one hand pushing your hair back as it flops into your face. you’re half-joking, but also… not? like, his focus is insane.

he glances up, smirking. “you doubted me?”

“uh, yeah?” you deadpan, sitting back on your heels. “you’re the guy who brought a backpack full of biology books to a history lecture. forgive me for not immediately trusting your poster skills.”

he snorts, shaking his head as he smooths down a corner of the title. “at least I came prepared.”

“prepared for what? a different class?”

“y/n,” he says, tone mock-serious as he leans back on his hands, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

that shuts you up for a second. the compliment—casual, like he didn’t just drop it in the middle of a roast session—has you blinking. you recover quick, though, because if college fling!jun is good at anything, it’s teasing, and you’re not about to let him have the upper hand.

“yeah, yeah,” you say, waving him off as you grab a marker and doodle a little star in the corner of the poster. “you keep saying that, but I haven’t seen you make a move yet. scared?”

his eyes flick to yours, and there’s this little glint in them that makes your stomach flip. “scared? of you?”

“yes, actually.”

he laughs, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s considering something, weighing it. you’re close—closer than you realized, kneeling in front of him while he’s still sitting, one hand resting casually on his thigh.

“come here,” he says.

you tilt your head. “why?”

he leans forward, just a little, until you’re close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. “because I said so.”

there’s a challenge in his tone, and you’re not one to back down. so, you shuffle closer, knees brushing against his as you sit back on your heels again. “happy now?”

he hums, eyes flicking over your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail. “getting there.”

“jun,” you start joking, half-something-else-entirely, but before you can finish, his hand slides up to cup your jaw, fingers warm against your skin as he leans in and kisses you.

he’s waiting for you to push him away. but you don’t. instead, you kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.

and then… well, the guy’s got skills. his lips move against yours with this easy credit, and when his tongue flicks out to trace the seam of your mouth, you can’t help the little noise that escapes you. he takes that as encouragement, deepening the kiss until you’re dizzy, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to keep up.

college fling!jun, who’s apparently really, really good with his mouth.

you pull back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you both try to steady yourselves. “okay,” you say, voice a little breathless, “so you’re not scared.”

he laughs, low and soft, his hand still cradling your jaw. “nope. but you might be.”

before you can ask what he means, he’s kissing you again, harder this time, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you into his lap like it’s nothing easier than that. you go willingly, settling against him as your hands find their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against your mouth.

you’re both a little frantic now, hands wandering as the kiss turns messy, desperate. his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, skimming over your skin and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. you shiver, pressing closer, and he takes the opportunity to mouth at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

“jun,” you moan, and it’s enough to make him pause, pulling back just enough to look at you.

“umm... so do you…”

you nod before he can even finish the question, your hands tugging at his shirt in answer. he grins, and then he’s helping you pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.

college fling!jun, who’s skinny but stupidly cut, all lean muscle and sharp lines that you can’t help but trace with your fingers as he kisses you again.

“your turn,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. you lift your arms, letting him pull it off.

“you’re so…” he starts, but then he shakes his head, like words aren’t enough. instead, he leans in, kissing you again as his hands explore, mapping out your chest, by pinching your nipples

things blur after that—when he finally settles between your thighs, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach, you think you might actually lose your marbles.

college fling!jun, who’s apparently a goddamn expert when it comes to going down on you. his tongue swinging your clit to the sides just to suck it all right after. your fingers are tangled in his hair, and you even feel pity about his scalp. he doesn’t stop until you’re cumming inside his mouth—you last minutes by the way—, your back arching off the floor as you cry out, your other hand holding a highlighter that you've found on the floor and decided that would be your stress ball.

and then he’s kissing his way back up your body, touching your hand to release the poor highlighter before it explodes in your hand. as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “still think I’m scared?” he teases and you don’t even have the energy to come up with a clever reply.

college fling!jun, who’s cocky as hell but more than backs it up.

you pull him down for another kiss, your hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants as you shift your hips, sinking down onto his lap. the stretch is dizzying. u hear your blood flow through your ears with the immediate sink, making your head spin as he grips your hips,.

college fling!jun who twitches every time you circle your clit as you ride him. the little gasps he lets out are addictive, this stuttered rhythm of groans and whines that have you clenching around him just to see how he’ll react.

“uhm—hands to yourself.” he chokes out, his head tilting back, exposing the long line of his neck, his adam apple bobbing up and down. you take advantage, leaning forward to press kisses there, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against your lips. his hands tighten on your waist, his thighs flexing under you as he buck his hips up into you as a warning.

“j-jun,” you stammer, breath hitching as you shift, grinding down, making wet shots reach his ears, his head snaps up, eyes dark and glassy as they lock onto yours.

“you like that?” he rasps, his chest heaving as he fights to keep himself together. “‘cause i… i love watching you like this, pretty.”

college fling!jun, who moans loud enough to embarrass himself but is too lost in the feeling of you to care. his grip on you tightens as you find a rhythm. his noises grow louder, needier, every time you roll your hips, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten as he gets closer, he always punishing you a little for teasing him, a pinch on your clit, a bite on your neck, a slap on your ass.

“y/n,” he groans, his voice shaking, and you’re right there with him, your own climax building as you reach down between your bodies, your fingers brushing against your clit again. the added sensation has you gasping, and he twitches inside you, his hands pulling you down hard against him as he lets out a broken moan.

“you’re so… gorgeous, fuck!” he mutters, his words slurred, and that’s all it takes for you to cum, your body fluttering as you cry out his name. the sound of it seems to tip him over the edge, his grip on you tightening as he follows, his body shaking beneath you as he spills inside you.

college fling!jun who collapses back onto the carpet, dragging you down with him, his arms wrapping around your ass, letting his hands lazily squeeze the meat there.

it’s like nothing happened when you two go to the college hallways to finish the project. when actually, everything happened all at once. jun’s sitting at the edge of your desk, eating one of your granola bars like he didn’t have you trembling in his lap just hours ago. you’re pretending to focus on your laptop, but your mind’s stuck on how his hair’s still a little messy and his shirt’s on inside out—your fault, obviously.

“what’s with the face?” he asks, mouth half-full, grinning like he knows exactly what’s with the face.

“you didn’t even ask before raiding my snacks,” you say, aiming for annoyed but landing somewhere near flustered.

“c’mon, you owe me,” he teases, leaning closer. “all that… effort? you’re lucky i’m still standing.”

you glare at him, but your face burns. “junhui, shut up.”

college fling!jun, who bites his lip to stop himself from laughing but ends up chuckling anyway, stupidly cute as he swings his legs. you’re about to throw a pen at him when he leans over and kisses your temple.

and that’s how it is now. he’s still jun—still the guy who hoards biology notes and carries all his books like the lockers are his mortal enemy—but there’s this… nerves now, this implicit thing hanging between you. like, when he’s explaining something in class, leaning over your desk, his voice low in your ear, and you’re trying not to think about how those same lips were on your pussy just a few nights ago. or when he slides into the seat next to you during study group, his knee brushing yours, and you glance at him, only to catch him already looking at you with that knowing smirk.

college fling!jun, who’s casual as hell in public but pulls you into empty classrooms when no one’s around, his hands already under your shirt as he kisses you like he’s been dying to all day.

it’s worse at night, though. he texts you at random hours, shit like, “you awake?” and “missed you today” with a dick pic coming right after, hard and dripping for you—like always. like he’s not gonna be in your bed an hour later, his hands sliding over your skin as he whispers your name.

“we’re so bad at this,” you tell him one night, lying tangled in his sheets, his arm thrown over your waist as he presses lazy kisses to your shoulder.

“bad at what?” he murmurs sleepy.

“keeping it casual,” you say, glancing back at him. “you’re always here, jun.”

he shrugs, pulling you closer. “maybe i like being here.”

college fling!jun, who’s starting to feel like more than a fling, but neither of you’s ready to say it out loud just yet. instead, you let it keep happening—the late-night visits, the stolen kisses between classes, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

and maybe you’re not ready to say it, but you’re definitely feeling it. especially when he shows up at your door with takeout and that stupid grin, saying, “figured you’d be hungry,” like he hasn’t already fed you twice today.

college fling!jun, who’s not so casual after all.