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seawitch62 · 2 years ago

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Warning:- Story contains suggestive smut, smut? Mastrubation mentioned as well as cyber sex.

Word count 1058.

18+

◇Stress Relief◇

☆I wanna touch on you

You see me in my room

Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do

I wanna get freaky on camera

I love when we get freaky on camera☆ (Doja Cat).

Another day, another dollar. Funny how things change. The job interview for instance, the awkwardness, fumbling through, hoping the impression left was good if not adequate. The phone call, "the job is yours", never believing the good fortune as being the chosen one. The first weeks learning and adapting to all that the job entails. Meeting 'the boss' he seemed presentable and polite if not cool and aloof, well I'm there to work not start romantic entanglements. Sure he is a handsome guy, sexy even, but he knows it. Demanding and obnoxious one moment staring at you the next as if this is your first meeting. You never know which Lee Junho you will encounter.

The condescending looks can cut, stubborn! Stubborn as a mule! It's a job! The pay is good as are the benefits, so dealing with the boss, that's just part and parcel. Some days though…the knock off time can not come faster enough.

Yes, well yes, there were fantasies in the beginning, well he is an attractive man, and in her own defense this was before she knew him.

Stress relief she calls it otherwise known as mastrubation. Reminiscing about those thoughts, they were creative and imaginative, and fulfilling. That had to stop! That Tuesday? No Monday? No, it was a Tuesday! When he caught her staring at him, her thoughts were x-rated, the quizzical and detached look he returned, hit like a wave. Can he read minds?

No of course not! With his self absorption she figured he would soon lose whatever interest he had in her at the moment.

"Is something wrong?" Junho asked at her desk, "what? Hmm no!" "You were staring! Thought I spilt something on myself I could not see!" "No you are fine"

Grinning "thank you".

Ego much! Damn man!

So after that encounter no more fantasies about the boss!.

♤

Emotional involvements! Who needs them! They always lead to disaster. Thinking about past encounters they were either too clingy or had a roving eye she muses. Deciding to take herself out of the game, it's a lonely existence. Adult websites? Maybe?

Adultfriendfinder, was a blessing, suited the needs and requirements of the moment. Yes the site is filled with creeps and perverts, but hell that goes with the territory. Recalling the night she first had communique from 'Iwillmakeuscream'. Disappointment first reaction another chauvinistic perv! His message was not what she expected, it was interesting, she was intrigued, so she replied.

That was the beginning of a mutually satisfying friendship, well of sorts.

They both wanted the same thing, fun! Without the chains of a partners strangulation hold.

Privacy was paramount, they agreed to keep their identities hidden, adding to the excitement.

Never knowing who you are sharing all these delicious moments with that in itself is an aphrodisiac. Eventually they moved passed the site to the app.

He is kinky enough to be adventurous without being creepy. His words seductive, and let's face it with cyber sex or some call it internet sex communication is and imagination are the upmost important factors. This guy..

Well he has them in spades.

Many, many, many nights nestled in bed with thoughts of him.

Photos, well dick photos are not amongst my prized possessions she giggles, but I do have an extensive collection of 'Iwillmakeuscream' body parts, and what nice body parts they are! Taking the photos and sharing, a turn on. Intimacy without intimacy. His scenarios and suggestions exotic and kinky and fun, most of all stress relieving.

■

Great! The boss is on one today!

"Do you think this is what I asked?" "Go back to your desk and redo it" blah blah blah.

That man is either hot or cold.

He has been surprisingly pleasant lately, "now we have to work late" he states.

Great! There goes tonight's stress relief. "Will this day ever end".

■

Days and nights roll by, Junho ever the demanding boss requiring perfection or very close to it. The illusion of once believing I was the chosen one, faded now the others who interviewed and did not place, now they are the lucky ones.

Looking at him, remembering the fantasies, what the hell was I thinking?

Cold, aloof, ice in his veins, the man is an ice cube.

"Yes I'm paying attention" , replying sweetly.

"Good I'm not going to repeat myself!".

Grouch, he would make an excellent Grinch laughing to herself at her own thoughts.

"Repeat what I just said"

Looking at him whilst repeating him word for word.

The only reward that is given is cool stern stare.

On the other hand nights spent tapping away on the keyboard chatting with 'Iwillmakeuscream' rewarding, relaxing, inhibitions be damned. The unknown is intoxicating.

Tonight though he hinted we should meetup.

Meetup! What happened to privacy? Keeping it simple? Free of emotional pitfalls?

Meeting up in a hotel, no doubt it would be orgasmatic.

Blindfolds his kink. Not sure about us both stumbling around a hotel room blindfolded.

Can't deny the intrigue is consuming finally seeing the face of so much stress relief is fascinating to say the least.

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Standing outside the Hilton hotel, building the gumption to walk through the revolving doors.

How did I get here? What am I doing here?

Cravings of the body weaken the will.

I mean it's not like we are in a relationship just two adults looking for adult fun, no strings attached.

It will be awkward at first seeing someone who knows so much about you, someone who has seen parts of you that normally are hidden from view, someone who has never seen your face nor heard your voice or even knows your name.

A thrilling sexual game.

Time to meet my stress relief cohort face to face.

■

Room 242, this is it. Final check, straighten clothes, apply lipstick, run fingers through hair and then one final flick of the mane.

Knock knock knock.

The door opens the man smiling, slowly his smile fades away as recognition hits.

"You!"

Standing in the doorway, Lee Junho, also known as the boss.

"You, OMG".

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itstheoneshot · 3 years ago

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Unlucky Thirteen

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Summary: Your anniversary is supposed to be special, celebrating many years of love shared, memories made, but this year is proving to be a little more difficult.

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: Lee Junho x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Restraints, Choking, Unprotected Sex.

Thirteen years. Thirteen years to this very day, since you met the man you eventually married three years later. Thirteen years since you met and fell head over heels with your now husband, Lee Junho.

You had spent the day packing, organising the last pieces that needed to be, for your trip away to celebrate this milestone. Junho, of course, had not. As usual, he was holed up in his home-studio, working on new music, wanting to get, in his words, just one song done, before your joint week abroad.

You weren’t mad…

Okay, maybe you were a little mad.

Or a lot.

Yeah, okay… you were very mad.

Junho had woken up before you, and he had locked the office door shut, not coming out for the entire day. At this point, you had all but decided that he had completely forgotten about your anniversary, or that he had remembered, and simply didn’t care.

It is hard to rationalise with yourself, you know that you are not flying out until tomorrow, but you had hoped that Junho would have wanted to spend the day with you still. You have the suitcases lined up by the front door, ready to wheel out to the taxi when it arrives tomorrow morning. The house is clean, a house-sitter has been organised to come stay tomorrow and look after the cats, and you are ready to relax now.

———

“Yeobo,” You sigh, resting your head against the studio door as you knock gently, “Are you almost done?”

It has come and passed dinner time, you had managed to find some leftover noodles in the refrigerator for yourself to eat, though Junho still had not left the studio. You can hear him, although the room is soundproof, the muffled noise escaping through the gap between the floor and the door.

You hear nothing in response, though a moment later you jump back as the door that you were leaning on opens. Your husband stands in front of you, looking both frustrated and dishevelled, his shirt unbuttoned halfway, his hair a little messy, and your head spins as you try to remember what you were waiting for.

“Baby,” He sighs, “I’m so busy.”

Try as you might, you can’t help the pitiful whine that leaves your lips, tilting your head back to try and compose yourself. You know that he hates your whinging, but you truly have not got the energy to hold it in anymore.

“You’ve been in there all day,” You mumble, “Is it really that important?”

Junho grits his teeth, and you question whether your tone was a little brattier than you had meant it to be. He takes a second to reply to you, raising his brow as he looks at you with narrowed eyes.

“You know not to interrupt me,” He murmurs, “And you know that my work is important.”

Your heart drops, the tone of his voice is dark, frustrated, you have only heard it like this a handful of times before. You try your hardest, always, to be on your best behaviour, only acting out when you are extra needy, and clearly that is exactly where you are at right now.

“I’m sorry, oppa,” You reply in your sweetest aegyo, knowing full well how much Junho hates when you try to get out of trouble by being cute, “But aren’t I important too?”

Junho steps forward, and you instinctively step back, trying to get away. Your back hits the wall behind you, and you watch fearfully as your husband takes another step towards you. You realise quickly, that you should not have pushed it, that you should have taken him seriously, and as his gaze darkens, he makes you feel so small in front of him.

“Of course you are,” He replies, “But I promised Chan I’d have this song done today.”

You are silent now, as you stare up at him in front of you, too nervous to say another word. You know him well enough though, to know that you have to reply, so you muster up all of your courage to speak.

“I’m sorry,” You apologise again, “You can go back and finish if you need, I don’t mind.”

It is a lie. You do mind, you don’t want to spend the rest of the evening waiting for him to leave the office, only to come to bed and fall asleep straight away, like you know that he would.

“I won’t be doing that,” He shakes his head, “You’ve distracted me, baby, I can’t work anymore.”

Guilt washes over you, and you worry about the outcome of this. Junho is a perfectionist, more than any man you know, and a delay in his work is never a good thing for him. You are in trouble, and there is no way you are getting out of this now.

“What do you need me to do?” You stutter, flinching as he lifts his arm up, placing his hand flat against the wall next to your head, “I’ll do anything, yeobo, you know I will.”

He smirks at you, and you know that you are done for. Though you are not shy to admit to yourself that you wanted him like this, you love it when he gets mad at you, when he is pent up, frustrated, and you are his source of release.

“Oh, I know,” He smiles at you, “You’ll be good to me tonight, you always are.”

Straight to the point as usual, you are more than ready for what Junho has in store for you. He never disappoints, especially if you have infuriated him beforehand. You try to maintain eye contact, but you look down momentarily, to see his hand on his belt buckle, and you gulp as you lift your gaze again, to see that his eyes are darker than they were before.

His movements are quick, too fast for your brain to comprehend as with one hand he grabs your wrists and holds them together, and the other unhooks and rips out his belt from the loops. You can’t say no, or protest, you only watch on as he easily wraps the leather around your wrists, pulling it back through the buckle to tie it together.

“Yeobo,” You whimper, “Please…”

Junho laughs, shaking his head at you, before tugging you closer to him, and away from the wall. You have to be quick on your feet to keep up with his much larger strides, and you have no choice but to obey him, as he leads you up the stairs towards your bedroom.

“It’s too late for that, sweetheart,” He murmurs, opening the bedroom door, “You don’t get to try and pretend that you don’t want this.”

You stifle a scream as he pushes you backwards onto the mattress. With your hands tied in front of you, you are unable to support your fall, landing flat on your back, you are reminded again that you are at his complete mercy. Though he is right of course, you want this, you love being his target, having his full attention, no matter what that means for you.

Transfixed, you watch as he effortlessly unbuttons his shirt, allowing the material to fall off his shoulders, and down his arms to the floor. You admire his body, desperately trying to use your core strength to sit yourself up, reaching out to touch him. Junho laughs at you again, though he takes your wrists, unbuckling the belt to free you.

You try to pull him closer, but with a stern look from your husband, you stop yourself, and remain still as he pulls your sweater up over your head, leaving your top half exposed. Of course, you should have known that he would not free you for long, as he guides you further up the bed, only to pin your wrists together against the metal bedhead, looping the belt through once more to secure you.

Junho leans down to kiss you softly, chuckling as you whine, tugging on your restraints as you try to free yourself. The way that his bare skin feels on yours is electric, your head is spinning and he has not even really touched you yet.

“Are you gonna tell me what you want, baby?” He asks you, his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, but he moves back before you can react at all.

You don’t hide the confused look on your face, but the pieces come together for you in your head, and you realise that you had not made a request, you had not told Junho why you had interrupted him from his music.

The brat in you is insatiable, unable to stop yourself, you close your eyes, smiling as you shake your head. He is going to have to force the words out of you, as you would never willingly admit that all you wanted was his attention, not a chance.

Once again, you can only watch, as he trails his fingers down your neck, your chest, your stomach to the elastic waistband of the leggings you are wearing. You writhe under his touch as he kisses where his fingers have been, paying close attention to your breasts, massaging one while his mouth works the other, teasing your nipple between his teeth before swapping to give the other the same treatment.

You hate that you can’t touch him, desperately wrapping your legs around his, pulling him as close to you as he will allow. Your wrists hurt from pulling on the belt, but you don’t stop trying, earning whines and pleas for freedom as Junho further undresses you. You can see that he is hard, too, and he is not afraid to show it, the button of his slacks undone from the pressure, as he works to tug your leggings down and off you.

“Baby,” He murmurs, fingers gently pressed to your core, though your panties are in the way, “You need to tell me… I can’t help you unless you tell me.”

You want to resist some more, but his touch, his closeness, it is too much, it is always too much. You are not strong enough, you can’t help yourself anymore, you will give in, any second now, you are going to give in.

“Daddy, please,” You whine, watching his eyes light up as he stares at you, “I need you. I need you to fuck me, it hurts…”

Junho smiles at you, as his fingers hook into the elastic waistband of your panties, you allow him to tear them from you, only slightly ashamed as you see your arousal stringing from the fabric when he throws it away.

“Oh, sweet baby,” He coos, his tone so condescending, as he moves to pull his own pants down, “You need Daddy’s help, huh?”

You hate the way that his words make you even needier, it is pathetic, the way that you nod enthusiastically, your legs kicking impatiently as you wait for him to join you again. You admire the man that you married, his perfect body, defined abs, and that fucking v-line that leads directly to the… part that you want the most.

“Daddy’s so hard,” You observe, your words a little slurred as you stare at him, mentally preparing for what you know he will give you, “Please fuck me, I promise I’ll be good.”

Junho positions himself between your legs, as you willingly oblige him, spreading yourself further in hopes that he will not resist for long. Though he does not do as you hoped, leaning back as he wraps one hand around his cock, the other moving to touch you, dripping wet and throbbing already.

He enters you slowly, with only his middle finger, your back arching for more instantly. Your wrists ache from the way that you pull on them, watching your husband touch himself as he touches you is pure torture. One finger moves to two without warning, and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling.

“More, more, please,” You beg, “I need you. Daddy, come on… don’t tease me...”

You swear that you could cry, although he makes you feel good, you want more, you need the stretch that his cock gives you when he fills you up. Junho exaggerates his moans, guttural and deep as he strokes himself, as his thumb presses to your clit and his fingers curl inside you, it is bliss, but it is not enough.

Junho mimics you, closing his eyes and smiling sweetly as he shakes his head, his fingers work a little harder, faster, it leaves you breathless. Your words are caught in your throat, you want to beg, but all sense is gone, you are defeated, broken, and you know that it is nowhere near over.

You know that you are close, and you are sure that Junho feels it too, as he loosens his grip on his cock, to focus solely on you. He leans forward, close enough for you to feel his breath on your lips, but just too far for you to be able to reach him. You can’t help the tears that form in your eyes, as pleasure overwhelms you, and your orgasm rips through your body.

“Fuck!” You cry, as Junho continues at the same speed and rhythm, despite the overstimulation he is causing, “Enough, Daddy, I wanna touch you, please!”

Your desperation is met with his own, as he pulls his fingers out, and moves to thrust straight into you instead. You were not ready, although you are dripping wet, the stretch still stings as Junho gives you no reprieve. His moans are low and breathy, the intensity is so high, as he takes from you like you deserve.

You open your eyes again, as Junho presses his forehead to yours, and you cannot stop him as he wraps his pretty hand around your neck. The gentle press of his fingertips into the sides has you swimming, vision blurry as you only watch on.

It is in moments like this that you are reminded that in the bedroom you are nothing but a toy for him, to use and play with however he desires. It is always rough, sometimes more than others, but you like it best that way. You like feeling his fingernails as they dig into your skin. You love feeling your cervix bruise with every thrust harder into you. It drives you fucking crazy, being everything that he wants, as he fills every one of your desires too.

You lose track of time, cock-drunk as your husband fucks you, though you know that you are close, and you are certain that Junho can feel it too. The way that your body clenches has Junho moaning louder, leaning in to kiss you as he gains in on his peak. You can’t control yourself anymore, but your husband doesn’t deny you either, helping you over the edge with eager thrusts.

Your words are surely incomprehensible, barely able to make out his name as you moan into his mouth, arms aching as you still try desperately to free yourself. Though Junho finally does exactly that, releasing his grip around your throat to instead reach up and unhook the belt buckle, the leather falling down behind the bed as your arms collapse on the mattress.

You are exhausted, as Junho finally releases, your body aches, but the feeling of him inside you makes it all so worth it. His praises, the way that he stares down at you as his movements slow, make it all so worth it.

“I love you,” Junho murmurs, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

It takes a moment for your head to clear enough to process, and when it does, your jaw drops. The expression must have been obvious, as Junho bursts into laughter, earning yet another stare from you.

“You didn’t think I had forgotten, really?” He asks, “Ya! I would never forget the best day of my life… or our vacation planned.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning up to kiss Junho sweetly, before he pulls away only to reach over your head to take your hands in his. Your wrists are red, raw, and painful, and you laugh as you think about what you can wear to cover them as they heal.

Junho massages your wrists softly, making sure that the pain is not too bad for you, and that you are fine, which you reassure him of. You forget completely that you were even upset at him in the first place, as once more you are reminded that you are the centre of his universe, just as he is of yours.

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rose-likesto-write · 2 years ago

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Autumn leaves..

Pairing: Lee Junho x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, maybe suggestive?

AU!: Rival to lovers trope; Supritendent of police, forensic psychologist

Warning (s): swears, mentions of murder, serial killer, victims

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.2 K

A/N: Hey, everyone.. I am back with 2pm fanfics. This is gonna be a Three-shot scenario as requested by my dear anon. Please, it's a small request to kindly give your feedback. It means alot ❤️

Sorry for grammatical mistakes.. 😭

Summary: "Now, I realised that as much as most of us call fairy tales as overrated and exaggerated versions but somewhere and somehow even we wish to have for own selves, for us to remember and for us to tell.. It happened with me as well but by the time I started hoping for one, I didn't realise that it might not be the type of ending I wished but I still didn't wanna give up"

"Wow, Mr Lee that's an amazing write up and I can't wait for the book to be published and read it but please, excuse my curiosity but there is more to it right? As in it feels this is actually from your own perspective like from your life experience or something?"

"Ofcourse, it is dear Lia but wait for the right time though."

Chapter-1 Hate You

“Good Morning Mr Lee, here are some of the updates for the morning that would take you in for a mini ride .”

“I really hope these updates are of some worth; considering how they are the usuals, just about the records being sent to other concerned authorities and receiving back the replies”, said the tall black haired guy to his colleague whose name was Taecyeon. “Well, that's the basic going on but anyways, we have got confirmation from the head to lead an extensive research team and also to set the camps around the scenes where crime has taken pla-

“Woah, how did the Sun rise from the west! Anymore updates?”

“There is something peculiar pattern found in all the victims’ bodies and as well as the background they come from but t-”

At this point the black haired guy frustratedly pulled his hair. “But what Tae?”

Taecyeon took a deep breath before continuing, “The head has requested the national forensics department to join our investigation under the leadership of Dr Kim.”

“No, man!! They are those typical b-

A knock came on the door before Taecyeon called the person inside “Excuse me sirs, but Chief Superintendent General sir is calling you both”

“Thank you officer San! You may leave but keep me updated about the Giva case.”

“I will sir and as of now, a small inquiry team has been set up” officer San said before saluting the two officers and leaving the premises.

A firm knock was placed on the door before a ‘faint come in’ was heard. “Sir, you called us?”

“Yes, I did. Junho and Taecyeon have a seat. So, the sudden rise in crime has shocked not only the whole country but globally there is a spread of fear and worry. From, what we expected to be a cold blooded murder as a part of the revenge or vengenance,there is a lot more to it and by now Taecyeon might have told you by looking at the patterns, the victims’ backgrounds and how they are possibly linked to the area 71 and abandoned streets of Seoul and Busan. Its just not a coincidence; there is more to it from what we believe. Therefore, the division has taken the decision to include the forensics team under the lead of Dr Kim. I hope you will cooperate with each other. Any further questions?”

“No sir” The voices were heard in unison. “Good, you may leave and Dr Kim will be joining from tomorrow.” The Chief Superintendent General said before dismissing the young men.

“You don’t seem that happy when you heard about Dr Kim, is everything okay?” Taecyeon placed his hand over Junho’s shoulder.

“Its not Dr Kim but one of his team member. Dr Y/N, she is the reason why I am frustrated, as my headache now will turn into migraine and as much as I wanna avoid her but she somehow comes back into my life.”

“Is she that bad?” Taecyeon asked while raising one of his eyebrows. “I mean, I don’t know what actually happened and now we literally loathe each other’s presence at least she does.”

“What about you?”

“I also don’t like her presence-

“There is a difference between not liking and loathing someone and their presence. Anyways, I will find solutions for you, okay?” Taecyeon said before hugging him.

“Y/N, did you hear the news?” Jennie asked with a bored look. “What news Jen?”

“We have to work under Dr Kim on the new rise of mystery murders by the serial killer along with the national police.”

“You gotta be kidding me. No? Why?” Y/N said with a worried look. “Why are you so worried and upset? Scared that the serial killer might come and be like surpri-

“Oh shut up!!! T-thats not the case.”

“Then?”

“Him?’

“Him who? Oh wait! Are you sure that he is still in there?” she said with a surprised look.

“Yes, I have seen his pictures with Tae.” Y/N said with a slight pout.

“Y/N, its been ages!! You two can’t act like this! What was the actual reason for it though for what happened between you and Junho” Jennie with a disappointed look.

Y/N sighed deeply before speaking , “It had been way back to high school. We were acquaintances or maybe friends but some misunderstandings happened and there was no clarity but at the same time I didn’t wanna confront him, considering how his friend circle was. We were at each other’s throat and still are. Just looking at him, I still get furious but sometimes I feel is it valid? And his actions justify my emotions for him, anyway we need to get ready for the meeting.”

“Then, why did you act like you didn’t hear the news? Because you wanted to talk about him, huh?” Jennie smirked which earned her a smack. “Ouch, it hurts!” she whined. “I mean, its you we are talking about. The way you present stuff is great.” You said with a small smile before rubbing her shoulder where you smacked.

“So, guys this is our new home till the investigation gets completed. Please try to make your acquaintances while me and Chief Superintendent General will have a minute’s talk.” Dr Kim said and with that he went out for a short conversation.

Throughout the little interaction glares and hot stares were exchanged with little venom dripping through sharp responses.

“We met again Y/N. Hopefully, you won’t be as much as the pain you were before.`` Junho said as he put his hand forward.

“As much as you might be kinda happy to trouble me but I am not in the mood. So, if you wanna save yourself from a prescription of heavy doses of painkillers and consultation with a doctor, STAY AWAY FROM ME!” You sad with a stern look while shaking his hand.

“Didn’t knew that this little ant would be so brave.” He said with a small smirk.

“Well, I think you forgot that as much as an elephant might harm the ant with its power but a small movement and bite is enough for the elephant to surrender. I hate you Lee Junho”

“Likewise Y/N”

With that the two of you went back to your colleagues and started the discussion of this new coming challenge.

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biaswreckingfics · 3 years ago

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Brat Tamer ! Lee Junho (M)

Pairing: Lee Junho x Female Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: dom Junho, sex

This fic is part of my October event Thrills and Chills.

“Yes, sir. The profit margins…” Junho’s voice trails off as you shut the bedroom door.

You stand in front of the full-length mirror you have and take a good look at yourself. You take in the black, lace baby doll you’re wearing and smile at your reflection. The sight of you in lingerie is surely going to make Junho lose his mind, especially when there’s absolutely nothing he can do about it.

Taking a deep breath, you open the bedroom door and march down the hallway towards the kitchen. His makeshift office set up is in the dining room of your open floor plan apartment, so there’s no way he’ll be able to miss you as you walk past.

Putting an innocent look on your face and making your walk more seductive, you don’t even spare him a glance as you pass him. However, you know for a fact he has spotted you.

“We’ve seen a significant in – “ his words cut off as he nearly chokes on them.

“Junho?” His manager’s voice fills the room, and you smirk as you move to the refrigerator and pretend to look for something. “Is everything alright?”

Junho clears his voice and regains his composure. “I’m sorry, sir. Everything is fine. Now, as I was saying…”

The smile falls from your face as you realize you have to up your game. Shutting the refrigerator, you walk through the dining room towards the kitchen, feeling Junho’s eyes on you the entire way. Once you get to the couch, you bend down to fix the pillows, making sure Junho has a nice view of your ass. You hear his hand slam his pen down onto the table, and you can only imagine that’s what he wants to do to you right now.

“I’m sorry, sir. May I please step away for a moment? I need to let my dog out.”

Your body freezes at his words, but you quickly recover. You stifle a laugh when you hear one of his coworkers ask when Junho got a dog and turn to face him as he angrily approaches you.

“When did we get a dog?” You joke, but he’s so clearly not in the mood.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He harshly asks, grabbing your arm and pushing you toward the bedroom. “Go put on actual clothes.”

You pull your arm out of his hands. “No. In fact, I think I’m going to start wearing lingerie more often.”

“And I would love nothing more, but while I’m in the middle of a meeting?” He pleads with you. “Please change?”

You pretend to think about it for a moment just to humor him before saying, “Mmm. No.”

The pleading eyes that are looking at you darken at your defiance, and a shiver runs down your back. You know that look. You loved that look.

“Junho?” His boss calls in the background.

Junho takes a couple of calming breaths before making his way back over to his laptop. “Sorry about that, sir. I’m still training her, and clearly, it’s going to take a while.”

Junho appears to be calm to his boss, but you can see the tension in his body. The stiff back, the veins popping on his arms, his bouncing knee… Junho is wound up tight, and you’re going to pay for it. Just like you planned.

Feeling pleased with yourself, even though he just referred to you as his pet, you go back into the kitchen and begin unloading the dishwasher. You peek behind you whenever you bend down and see Junho’s frustration growing each time. If he grinds his teeth any harder, he might crack a tooth.

Once you’re done taking care of the dishes, you search for something else to occupy your time, but you quickly find out there’s not much longer for you to wait. You hear Junho wrapping up his meeting and soon hear the disconnect sound, signaling he’s officially done. You try to take a deep breath because you know he’s going to take his irritation out on his little brat. As he should.

You continue to face away from him but attempt to listen for any movement behind you. When you hear nothing for a minute or so, your brows pull down in confusion, and frustration begins growing in you as well.

“In front of my boss,” Junho says more to himself than you. “Maybe next time I’ll turn the camera so the entire office can see you. How would you like that?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Sounds fun.”

You say it solely to get under his skin, and boy, does it work. Within seconds, he’s out of his chair and marching towards you. He’s behind you so fast, you barely have a chance to react. You feel his body push you up against the counter, and when his breath hits your neck, you shiver.

“I bet you would like that, but there’s one thing I need to remind you of, pet. You’re mine.”

You make a quiet, noncommittal sound that Junho doesn’t like in the slightest and feel his hand push down on the middle of your back until you’re laying against the counter. The edge digs into your ribs, but Junho retains the pressure on his hand, and you’re stuck there.

“What did I just say?”

When you remain quiet, you feel Junho press you down a little harder against the solid surface. A loud smack comes from behind you, and your ass starts to sting, but you fight the gasp that wants to come out of you.

“What. Did I. Just say?”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from speaking, and you’re rewarded with another smack on your ass. You love the sting. That borderline feeling between pleasure and pain is enough to make you wet.

“I guess I’ll just have to remind you.” He yanks the panties from the baby doll set down your body and exposes your near dripping core to himself. “Looks like you might be enjoying this a little too much.”

A gasp leaves your lips when you feel his hand reach down and rub your slickness. He parts your folds, touching and teasing your clit and entrance, and you moan when he slips a finger inside of you and pumps a couple of times.

“You’re already so wet for me…” He says with pleasure as he pulls his finger out of you, causing you to whimper.

When you hear his pants unzip, you feel like you can nearly weep relief. For a moment, you feared your punishment would be him leaving you to deal with yourself. All your teasing and the anticipation have wound you up so tight, you feel you’re going to burst. You need him inside of you, and you almost thank the heavens when you feel his tip rubbing at your entrance.

“Please…” You whimper, and when he answers in a husky voice, you nearly whine.

“Please, what?”

“Fuck me,” you breathlessly say. “Please, fuck me.”

He rubs his cock along your folds, collecting your juices as he hums. “I don’t know… Do you think you deserve to be fucked?”

You let out a whiny “yeah”, and not even a second later, you feel the tip of his cock push into you. You both moan as he slowly fills you, and he makes sure to take his time so you can feel every inch of him. When he bottoms out in you, he stays still for a moment, and you push yourself back against him to try and create some friction.

He quickly grabs your hips to hold you still, and you nearly cry. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you tell him as you try to wiggle your hips but only earn a smack on the ass.

“I didn’t hear you, baby.”

“You! I belong to you!”

He rewards you by pumping into you a few times. “Who does this beautiful pussy belong to?”

“You,” you moan out as he slowly fucks you.

Your mind quickly escapes you as he pleasures you with his cock. You place your hand against the wall in front of your head as he picks up his pace and thrusts into you over and over. He slams into you a little harder each time, and you become nothing but a moaning mess.

“That’s right. You’re mine, and I’m going to remind you over and over tonight. I might even let you cum a couple of times.”

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years ago

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Yours Again

Pairing: Junho x Reader

Warning: Cheating, Smut, Some Angst?

Word Count: 2.5k

@biaswreckingfics I hope you enjoyyyyy

Junho barely notices the constant vibration of his ringing phone that's laying beside him. He was distracted by the scent radiating beneath his nose. His arm was tightly wrapped tightly around his new girlfriend, Joy. The smile on his face as they cuddle and watch a movie could not be erased. There's nothing that could happen in this moment, maybe in this life to ruin how he feels, the overwhelming feeling of being utterly and truly happy. There was nothing, absolutely nothing that could turn off what he felt.

"What time is it?" Joy asks, turning her head to look at him.

"Um." He pauses, picking up his phone, clicking the home button to turn the screen on. "11:47pm." He responds, noticing a missed call from a number he didn't recognize. He unlocks his phone and clicks on the voicemail notification, before putting in his password.

With the phone to his ear, all he can hear is the sound of breathing with the sound of pouring rain in the background, before a soft voice that he hadn't heard in the longest time whispered through the speaker.

"Junho, it's me. It's Y/N." You say. His heart drops. His mouth is dry as a lump forms in his throat. "I need you. I need to see you. I miss you." You say before ending the call.

Junho's hand is sweating, he can't control the shaking as the automated voice on his phone speaks.

Press One to save this message

Press Two to delete this message.

Junho looks at the dial pad, anger and confusion now flowing through his body. His thumb hovers over the number he's going to press, without a second to waste he presses it, listening to the automated voice again.

This message has been erased.

"Everything okay?" Joy asks, looking back up at Junho, her smile bright. It makes Junho feel at ease, his worries disappear when she looks at him.

"Never better." He smiles. He puts his hand back on her, wrapping around her shoulders before placing a small kiss on her head. He sits there with this wonderful woman, a woman that's made him the happiest he's been in a while, so why does he feel as though he's made the wrong decision deleting that message?

A few days later Junho is waiting in line at his favorite coffee shop, the place he goes whenever he's early for work and has the time to get his morning energy boost before heading to his office.

"Next customer." The woman behind the counter calls, prompting Junho to go forward and order. He places his order and pays, moving to the side to stand off to wait for his drink. Pulling out his phone he scrolls through his Facebook, hoping something interesting would pop up.

As he's lost in the world of Facebook, he feels a tap on his shoulder. Putting his phone away, he spins around and he sees you. His eyes widen as he tries to process the fact that you are here, you are standing there in front of him and he feels like he can't breathe.

You look amazing, your smile, your body, you're glowing, everything about you is radiating and for a minute he forgets he's supposed to have forgotten about you. He forgets that he was supposed to not love you, he's supposed to be mad at you. For a minute, for just a second he forgets about Joy, and the life he has now where he's so unbelievably happy

"Hey stranger." You smile, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I called you."

"I know." Junho says, shrugging his shoulders. "I deleted it." He tries to remain calm but his voice shakes as he tries to take a subtle deep breath.

"I thought we were or could maybe try to be friends." You say, with a small laugh. "I know it's been a while. But like I said. I miss you." You awkwardly laugh.

He could tell through your eyes that his words hurt you, but you hurt him more when you couldn't choose him.

He laughs. "Maybe we could have been friends, had you tried to explain yourself or something. Anything, Y/N. But you didn't. I was told you cheated on me, I confronted you and you said nothing." He finishes, avoiding eye contact.

"Coffee for Y/N." A woman calls out. You smile widely at Junho before grabbing your coffee.

"You left me, Junho, remember that. But call me sometime. We can meet up and talk. You never gave me a chance to explain things to you." You say. You can see Junho's hard exterior towards you begin to soften, which led you to do what you did next. You stretched up on your tiptoes and placed a small kiss too close to his lips to be an accident. You give him one more smile before walking out the door, while Junho's heart beats almost out of his chest.

You stuck in his mind as he stood there waiting for his name to be called. How dare you? Who did you think you were? Why now? Why would you do this when he was actually happy. He spent so many nights agonizing about you, wondering about you. He hated to admit it, but he was curious about why you were trying to come back into his life now.

He tried to get you out of his brain on the entire walk to work.

He sat at his desk at work and thought about you all day. His mind really should have been on Joy, or atleast work but he couldn't help but wonder about what you were up to, and why now? That was the one he wanted answered the most. Why now?

Almost two years later, you decide to come back into his life? He hated that you were doing this, but he couldn't deny how deeply and madly in love with you he still was.

You had thought he would move on, in fact you knew he would but there was a part of you that hoped he wouldn't have moved on, that he would have waited for you. You knew it was selfish, you absolutely knew that it was. But Junho was who you wanted, he was who you were meant to be with. It might have taken you a little longer to figure it out, but now that you had, you wanted him.

That night you laid in your bed, your finger hovering over the send button as you read your text over for the thousandth time. With a knot in your stomach and a deep breath, you press send.

[11:36pm] Do you have a girlfriend?

You toss your phone to the side, squeezing your eyes closed tight as your heart beats out of your chest. You were never this nervous around him before but now, he gave you butterflies.

You woke up in the morning barely remembering the text you had sent the night before. You rolled over, shoving your head in your pillow as you prepared yourself for his response - if there even was one. If he didn't reply, you understood why, but you wouldn't lie, it would hurt you a little.

With your head still in your pillow, you reached your hand over to the side of your bed, blinding feeling around for your phone. Your fingers feel it, your stomach tightens as you slide it over to you, rolling onto your back while keeping your eyes shut. You open one eye, peaking as you turn the screen on.. and there's nothing. You have notifications from every other app on your phone but text notifications? Nothing. Your stomach drops, you knew he got it, it said he read it but no reply. Maybe he really didn't want you in his life, maybe you really did ruin your one chance at love when you let him leave you.

And that was something you had to live with.

The next day you sat at your desk, typing up a report on your computer when you heard the loud vibration from your cell phone which was placed on your desk. You quietly apologize at all your coworkers who are now staring at you, before opening your messages.

Your heart beats faster. It's from Junho.

[1:45 pm] Junho: Yes, I do.

You smile. You're happy for him.

Sorta.

[1:47pm] You: I'm happy for you.

[1:49pm] Junho: are you?

[1:51pm] You: of course I am. I want you to have everything you've ever wanted. Can we please meet? I need to talk to you.

[1:57pm] Junho: Meet me at the bar at 8pm.You know the one.

And with that, your heart fluttered, this was a step in the right direction.

That night you sat at the bar, your short dress on as you waited for Junho to show up. You were sipping on your cocktail, your eyes darting to the door everytime you hear the bell Ding. You hope it's him but it hasn't been. You look at your phone reading 8:08pm and your heart sinks. He was never usually late, maybe this meant he wasn't coming. You wanted to plead your side to him, the fact that you never cheated but two years ago you were in a weird place in your life and honestly thought he deserved more than what you were giving him, so you didn't deny it. In your head it was the easiest way out for the both of you.

But damn have you ever regretted it everyday since. Junho was one of the good ones and you wanted him back, desperately.

The bell dings again, you look over and see Junho walking your way, wearing all black, his button up shirt tightly clinging to him with a few buttons popped open. His hair was messy but looked so good.

"Hey." You smile as he walks up to you.

"Hey." He smiles back. "Let's get a table in the back. More privacy." He suggests.

You stand up, walking in front of him to the back of the bar, slightly swaying your ass because you just know he's going to watch you walk away from him. You can hear a small groan from behind you, immediately spreading a smile on your face as you get to the table and sit down. You both order a drink and sit in silence for a few minutes as you wait, neither of you wanting to talk first.

"So.." he starts off.

"I never cheated on you. I can't believe you even questioned me on that, especially when Jun. K was the one to say that. Do you not realize how fucked up he was at that time? You shouldn't have believed anything he said."

"Why didn't you deny it? Why did you let me believe that you did that to me?" He asks.

"Because.. I didn't feel like I was good enough for you. I was insecure, I felt needy and I felt like you deserved better. So I didn't say anything, I thought it was an easier way out, I guess." You admit.

"But that wasn't just your choice to make, Y/N. We were a team. You should have talked to me and we could have worked things out. But you just let me believe that." He sighs.

"I know and I've regretted it ever since. I took time to work on myself, I've got a great job and friends and family. But I haven't been able to find anyone quite like you. I miss you Junho." You whisper.

"Y/N.." He pauses as you reach your hand over and place it on top of his.

"I miss your smile, your smell, your hugs, kisses, touches, I miss the way you fucked me so good." You groan, your pussy beginning to throb. "We were so good together.."

"We were." He whispers. "I just.." he sighs.

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." You say. You look at him as you stand up, your eyes meeting. You give him a wink before you nod your head in the direction of the bathroom before walking off. You wondered if he would get the hint.

As you slowly walk back down the hallway from the bathroom, disappointment washes over you. Just before you reach the opening of the bar, a hand wraps around your wrist, and yanks you around, crashing your back into the wall.

"Why are you doing this to me?" He growls, his breath is hot on your ear, his hands moving up and down your body as his face rests in the crook of your neck. "I fucking miss you." He groans. "Do you even know how fucking hard you still make me?" He moans. He hikes your dress up before turning you against the wall. He unbuckles his belt, pulling down his pants just enough to let his cock spring free, pushing it between your legs, rubbing your lips and making you moan.

"Ugh." He groans, his hands pressed against the wall.

He pulls away from you, guiding you quickly to the bathroom, where he pushes you against the door, forcing your legs open. He sucks two fingers before sliding them inside of you, slowly pumping them in and out.

You let out a muffled moan, causing him to pull his fingers from inside you. He lines himself up, shoving his cock inside you, stretching you out. You missed this, you missed him and feeling his slide against your walls as he hits the perfect spot every time.

His hand slides across your mouth, making sure you're quiet. He pushes his weight against you more, as he thrusts himself inside of you, grunting as you squeeze your pussy around him.

"I've missed your pussy." He shudders, as he pounds himself into you. "Rub your clit." He demands. You move your hand between you and the door, just barely being able to slide it down between your legs. You shiver the moment your fingertips touch the sensitive bud, pleasure coursing through your body. You knew it wasn't going to take you long to orgasm, you've never had anyone like him since the two of you split.

"You better cum." He grunts as someone begins knocking on the door. That just amplifies everything, your orgasm coming quicker as Junho violently thrusts into you, yearning for his own release.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum." He grunts, letting his load release inside of you, just as your orgasm washes over you, making your knees buckle as you try to keep it together. Junho pulls out of you, panting from behind you as he buckles his belt up while you adjust your dress.

"So what now?" You ask, turning around to face him.

"Now I go home and have a very uncomfortable conversation. I'm sorry Y/N.. for putting you in the middle of this. I need to talk to Joy and confess and end things. I should have done that first." Junho sighs.

"Call me when you're ready." You smile, planting a small kiss on his lips.

You pull the door open and walk out of there, feeling satisfied but guilty as well. You knew he should have ended things first but you couldn't help it. You missed him, you wanted him, and you couldn't wait until he was yours again.

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love-kazin · 4 years ago

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Mixed Feelings

Genre: friends-to-lovers, smut.

Pairing: Jang Wooyoung x Reader (female) x Lee Junho.

Warnings: a little bit angst in the beggining but it’ll pass soon, a lot of dirty talk.

Word count: 3.778.

REQUESTED.

You came to a conclusion about your feelings and also how to avoid it. It wasn’t your best idea, and gladly they changed your mind.

-x-

"Taec just told me you're talking normally with him, so why aren't you answering any of my texts or calls?" and "Did I do something wrong? Or is it something I said? It's been almost a month since I heard about you from yourself..." were the first messages you saw after grabbing your phone to turn off the alarm at that cold morning. It was actually ironic how the weather seemed to match perfectly your feelings. Those messages weren't helping, not even a little bit. And Taecyeon was the one who could ease your pain, being the only person whom you shared your little secret. Which was why you had a meeting with him to get some lunch that day.

"So, how's your heart?" "Unfortunately, the same. I don't know what to do. But seeing you brights my feelings a little bit." "I'm touched. But seriously, you should just tell them. I mean, it's not like they're gonna turn their backs from you." "How could you know?" "I've been friends with them for more than a decade, so I guess I'm safe to say this. Plus, you're friends with us for at least the five last years, so we could never judge you or step out of your life. Specially both of them." "What do you mean, 'specially them'?" You stopped your fork that was tossing aside the piece of meat on your plate. The possibility of talking with Wooyoung and Junho that you liked them both and they tossing you to the side just like you were doing with that juicy meat caused you some nausea. "If I may add this, to burst you some courage, I know Wooyoung has a little crush on you." "What?" "Seems like you have some positive effect on his life, which makes him ramble about you every time after you meet. About Junho, I can't affirm anything, but he also seems very fond of you." "That's crazy. I couldn't be lucky enough to have these two men liking me just how I like them." "You may find out, but you have to talk to them. They keep coming after me to discover things about your daily life since you cut them off. You don't want them to do this with you, so I don't think what you're doing is fair." "You're right." "You bet I am. Now, while you think about it, eat a little. The meat is perfectly tender." Nodding, you started to eat a bit as your mind went to a crazy place where those two guys liked you back. This couldn't happen. It'd be a total mess. But what was the difference between how you were all dealing with each other now? In the worst case scenario, they wouldn't like you and you'd probably step out of their lives a little, to soothe your heart. It was better to rip off the bandage once for all. "I'm sorry for the absence. I'm dealing with some stuff. Can you come over friday night? I wanna talk to you in person." As soon as you sended the text for Junho and Wooyoung, your phone was ringing like crazy. You just turned it off and shrugged when Taec looked at you arching his eyebrows. "I invited them over at friday. I hope we can talk through this." "I know you will, but I still wish you a good luck." Smiling, you finish your lunch just in time to go back to work. Taecyeon drove you off since it was on his way and you thanked him once again for all he has done and he just chuckled. "C'mon, how couldn't I help my favorite people?" He was truly the best friend in the whole world, and left after motioning for you to answer the - probably - 5th call after the invitation you made for those men. Sighing, you pick up the black phone almost lost inside that filled purse. It was Junho. "Why are you ghosting me? If you have something to deal, I can help you with it, and you know that! Do you know how worried I got? I was in another country and couldn't come to you, but it was the first thing I tried to do when I came back, but you weren't anywhere to be found. Then, Taec told me you didn't wanted to see me. Taecyeon, not you! You couldn't even tell me this? Seriously, after all these years?" He was angry. His voice was kinda aggressive, just how you knew it would be. And you also thought that you deserved that treatment. Junho was right in every word he pronounced, but your heart still felt hurt. It made your heart ache because behind those words, you knew he was suffering too. It was the first time ever you have cut him off of your life in all those years. You got so caught up in your feelings that didn't even noticed when you started crying, and the tone in Junho's voice changed immediately. "Wait, don't cry. I'm sorry. I'm just really preoccupied with you, I didn't mean to sound so rude. You know how I am. Please, stop crying. I can't deal with this if I'm not close enough to hold you." "Junho..." He sighed. "I'm not waiting until friday. I'm coming over tonight. We need to talk." "But... That's not only our business." "I know you cut Wooyoung off too. What did we do?" "It's not that, you didn't do anything wrong." "I'll bring him with me so we can all deal with this as soon as possible. Is that okay?" "Yes..." "Ok. I need to go now. But please, the only thing I ask from you is to not cut me off again. Not like this. If I do something, talk to me. Or even if I don't, but you feel something that put you some doubts, just talk to me." "Ok. I will. I'm so sorry. Seriously. I don't even know how I can start to apologize because of this." "You can tell me tonight why this even happened in the first place. Alright?" "Yeah... I'll wait for you." As soon as the call finished, you hurried to the bathroom to fix your make up before going back to the office, but didn't result as great since you looked paled and bothered, even with all that concealer in your face. "Hey, who's that guy from before? Are you dating?" Looking at your colleague with a expression that screamed 'what?', she saw your red eyes and how you were still sniffing. "Oh, did you guys break up? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch in a sensible topic." "Oh, no, is not that. We weren't dating. We're just friends, really." "So why are you crying? I know you're not feeling so good lately, so I'm a little concerned. I never saw you look like this." "You don't need to bother, I'm just dealing with some stuff." "Wanna talk?" "It's a little weird topic, so it's better if I don't talk about it." "Well, if you feel like it, I'm here, ok?" "Thank you." You were so anxious about finally confessing and not knowing the reaction you'd get that the day passed quickly enough to make you even more nervous. Soon the clock was hitting the 5PM and you were heading home. "I wish you good luck with your stuff!" The girl from before said when the elevator opened to the parking lot in the building. Thanking her once again, you got on the car and on the whole way, your mind was working on what to say to Wooyoung and Junho. What would be their reactions? And what was that about they having feelings for you? Nothing was making sense. And these questions stayed on your mind until the door bell ring loudly on the apartment just after you finished showering, but those guys behind the door didn't gave you any time to dress before. "Jeez, I was on the shower!" "Oh, sorry..." They looked like they never saw a woman in a towel before, turning their heads to the side. "Come in, I'm gonna put on some clothes." Wooyoung and Junho were sitting on the couch, looking apprehensive when you came back dressed comfy and serving some beers. "So, are we gonna talk?" "Oh, straight to the point." "You didn't answered me in almost this whole month, come on. What's happening?"

Wooyoung looked really desperate, which only made you feel worse. "I'm sorry I put you guys through this, but the thing is I've been dealing with something that I don't want to, and I don't know how to break the news for you." "Are you dating? That's why you don't wanna talk to us anymore? Did the guy told you to back off from us? Because if he did it, I need to talk to him." "He can't tell you what to do! Who the hell does he think he is?" "Wait, no. I'm not dating anyone." "Oh. But do you want to? Because I know a guy." Junho only looked in disbelief at Wooyoung. "Well, If I can say this, yes. But that's not up to me anymore. Not at this point." "What point?" "Ok, let's do this. The reason why I've been distant is because... I mistook what I feel. I thought it was only a deep friendship, but it's not." "What do you mean? Do you like someone?" "I do, yes." That answer hit them hard. Wooyoung felt like his heart was being crushed, while Junho started to think that what he felt could never work well. "And that's why you stopped talking to us? That doesn't make any sense." "Well, it does for me, since I don't know how to deal with this. I mean, how could I tell to two of my closest friends that I like them?" Junho choked on his drink, being the first one to understand the situation. Wooyoung looked lost. "What are you talking about?" "I'm talking about that I like you both. I really do. And I tried to not to, but that doesn't seem to work. I thought the best I could do was staying away, since you both couldn't like me as well. And everything would be a total mess if other people found out. But Taec told me that if I don't want you both cutting me off of your life, then I shouldn't be doing this to the both of you. So here I am, confessing the reason behind the mess I made." "Are you serious?" Nodding, you finished you beer while they tried to process what you just said. "But what do you mean by us couldn't be liking you as well?" "Ahn, I... There's no way you'd be liking me. Like, not the both of you. Not at the same time. That would be crazy." "Well, but that could happen." "How?" They looked at each other before finally breaking if off for you. "I know I'm kinda slow for a few things, but I couldn't not notice how Junho look at you, because it's the same way I look at you." "How do you guys look at me?" "Like you're the missing piece of the puzzle that's our lives." "Wait, what?" The burn in your cheeks could be felt, so you were probably looking like a tomato that moment. "We both like you. I don't know what kind of spell you put on us, but it worked well. This almost feels like magic, because it's too crazy. Even more knowing it's mutual." "Yeah. And we talked, you know. We've been friends for such a long time, so we should know how to work this out. But I wasn't prepared to you returning these feelings." "We also tried to talk to you, but since you ghosted us, it was hard. It's not something I wanted to say on the phone. Now I'm kinda lost." "We didn't think that you'd like us both, and to not break anyone's heart, we should just talk about it and move on. But how do we do this now?" "One thing is the both of us having feelings for you without any real chance of being mutual. Another thing totally different is you actually having feelings for us. At the same time. It'd be unfair to choose just one." "So are you saying we should all just forget about it and move on?" "I'm actually thinking how we all could make this work. Not breaking hearts, just healing them." "What do you have in mind?" "Well, you know, it's a new century, people are more open minded to try new stuff. Couldn't we try some arrangement?" "Like, sharing me?" "When you put it like that, sounds kinda weird. Why would we share you if we could have you entirely at the same time?" Then it hit you. The three of you, together, at the same time and in every way. "But how could we know if this works well for us?" "Trying. Come here." Junho got up from the couch and offered you his hand to take you out of the floor. Then he held you in his toned arms, like you were so precious that could break at anytime but loose enough to not do it. His eyes focused on your lips while Wooyoung's breath hit your neck. The both of them were so close that made you intoxicated but as soon as their lips found your mouth and neck, you forgot everything but them. The feeling of being kissed by the two guys you liked the most at the same time was crazy, something you couldn't describe, but it made your body burn wanting more. More of that, more of them. "I guess this is gonna be very good for us." "Then let me kiss you to verify this." Chuckling, you turned your back to Junho, feeling his hands attaching at your waist immediately, while his mouth traveled through your shoulders and neck. You didn't had time to think about how good that felt, because Wooyoung made your senses get lost in his sweet kiss. You felt dizzy with those two men changing all your perspective of intimacy. They only kissed you but you felt more connected to them than to anyone in your life. So the urge to feel more like that started to be build up inside of you. "We'll only go further if you agree with it." "Now that I'm finally able to be with you both, I'm afraid if I let this chance pass, it won't happen again." "I think I can speak for the both of us that if you want us, then we'll be with you." "I do. I really do." "So it's sealed, honey." "We're your men." Hearing that made your knees weak, but luckily they were holding you tight. "Then make me your woman." Junho took that as a challenge to turn that night into the best one you have ever lived, and Wooyoung didn't thought twice before kissing you again. Your hands went to Wooyoung's chest, feeling him breathing heavier as the kiss got more heated, and just when you broke the kiss to regain some air, Junho sinked his teeth on your skin, making you feel like you would combust at anytime and moaning at the sensation. "Should we take this to the bedroom?" "Please." Wooyoung was the first one to sit on the bed, calling you with his lips already plump, and you went like he had you laced around his finger. You made his lap your seat, kissing and biting his neck, while he slowly opened the buttons of his shirt, making easy for you to just slide the fabric to the sides while your lips tasted his smooth skin, until Junho's hand got entangled in your hair to make you look at him. His already naked chest was almost calling your lips, and you couldn't help but moan when he pressed his mouth roughly on yours while Wooyoung made you grind on his hardening cock. In no time your shirt was flying across the room, and at the same speed, Wooyoung's mouth was attached to one of your boobs. "You look so pretty like this." You could only show Junho a little smirk because he didn't gave you enough time to even think about an answer - his fingers traveling around your body. Kissing Junho was kinda hard because the only thing your mouth wanted to do was moan how good that felt, but it became worse when you felt his hand slipping through your shorts and circling your pulsing clit, making you roll your hips to get a better friction. Wooyoung cut the teasing to get rid of the clothes on his way and Junho got the chance to lay down and call you to take off his jeans. His dick was hard against the black fabric of the boxer, and your desire to taste him only got bigger. You started to kiss his body but didn't got to tease too much - his hand on your hair directing your lips for a better use. Taking off his underwear, you left little kisses on his cock, licking and circling the tip with your tongue to adjust better in your watering mouth. His shaky moans were getting you even more wet, which Wooyoung seemed to enjoy a lot. You could feel Wooyoung's boner poking your ass, since you were on all fours, and rolling your hips on it was one of the best decisions because he sounded so pretty getting lost on you. He couldn't wait much longer so his fingers went to your pussy to prepare you for him. "You're so wet. Is it all for us?" You could only moan in response, since your mouth was pretty busy working on Junho. "Then let's have some fun, honey." His fingers spread the wetness on your folds, not taking too long before inserting one inside you, but it wasn't enough and you wanted more. His fingers were long and touched you just right. Plus, with the way Junho was grunting under you, it wouldn't take long for your legs started to tremble. Your body was aching for more of them, and you needed to let them know. "Please, just fuck me already." "Hm, should I? What do you think, Junho?" "She's doing good, so maybe you should give it to her. Are you gonna be a good girl and spread your legs for Wooyoung, sweetheart?" "Yes, let me be good for you, Wooyoung." Your legs opened up a little more, giving him all access to your dripping pussy, but he suddenly got up from the bed and you looked at him with a puzzled expression, until you saw a package of condom on his hand. "Hurry up and take me, Wooyoung." "You're so needy for me, aren't you?" You could only moan as you were feeling his covered dick slip inside of you, making you squirm and grab Junho's thighs to regain some composure. "Looking at you, taking him so good. Are you gonna be a good girl for me too?" You almost felt embarassed because Wooyoung was going in such a good rhythm that you kinda forgot Junho also needed a release. "I want to feel you coming undone on my mouth." He left some curses under his breath while your mouth went down on his shaft, taking almost all of him at once. You felt the tip of his cock on your throath and gagged a little, taking him out of your mouth with a plop sound to regain some breath and dive in to pleasure him once again. "Take it easy, baby. Don't need to be so eager, I'm gonna be here the whole night for you." The sweet sound of his voice full of malice almost made you smile, if you weren't trying to work him up very nicely. Your right hand went to cup his balls, making him moan your name and you could swear it was the prettiest sound you have ever heard. Along with Wooyoung picking up his pace, you felt like you were in heaven. "You keep clenching on me, it feels so good." "Look at you, baby, being a good girl for us. Hm, take it all, honey. You look so pretty getting fucked." Junho's dirty talk was making you tremble. You felt your knees get weak at every filthy word that escaped through his lips, and the smirk on his face was only helping to make you reach higher and higher. "You like that dirty talk, don't you, love? Are you gonna cum on my dick? Do you want it?" You felt Wooyoung's tender voice reaching your ears while his hand went to work on your clit, making the pleasure almost unberable and you moan against Junho's twitching cock. Everything felt so good, none of you would last long at that time. Applying some pressure, you sucked Junho a little harder, making him squirm under you. "I'm so close, baby. Don't stop. Let me fill up your pretty mouth." He rolled his hips almost making you gag again, but you got a little used to it, so it only helped to reach more of him, making him gasp and call you name repeatedly as he came hard. You swallowed everything before letting go of him, focusing on Wooyoung and your pleasure at once. His hips snapped so right against yours and his fingers worked like magic on your clit, you were almost seeing stars. "Wooyoung, I'm gonna cum." "That's it, love, cum around me." You could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, your legs trembling and your walls squeezing Wooyoung's dick inside of you, while he estimulated your clit and Junho looked at you with shiny eyes, and it was too much to handle. You came undone around his shaft, moaning loud and getting breathless. Wooyoung didn't last much longer since you were holding him so nicely inside of you. You didn't want him to let go, but he made up for it pampering you with kisses while Junho looked for a towel to clean all of you. You never felt so loved before. "Do you feel good?" "Absolutely. Do you guys too?" Junho hummed positively, laying down and putting you on his embrace, and Wooyoung hugged you from behind. "Never felt better. I'm glad you accepted us." "I'm the happiest for being yours." "Ten more minutes and we're gonna make you even happier, baby." Oh, this is going to be a very good relationship.

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kcake555 · 1 month ago

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Lee Junho cake 🍰

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elegantenthusiastphantom · 3 years ago

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This is a list of my favorite fics!! There is a lot of different ships and fandoms! Hope you guys like it the fics more than I did!!

♤The Best of Fics!!♤

Kindergarten - Shiro is a kindergarten teacher who falls in love with the head director of the institution, while taking care of a few very special kids. ♧ voltron fandom (shallura and a little of klance).

Until the Camellias Wither - They have been choosen by the gods to save the world and bring back the balance between dimensions. ♧ Stray Kids fandom (Changlix, Woochan, Minsung, 3In)

A Misguided and Unnecessarily Long Galactic Odyssey to Earth - Kris crew is trusted a very important and long trip to earth, saving Minseok in the way and finding new friends. ♧ Exo fandom (xiuchen, kaisoo and a little of sulay).

I know but I don't know - Seungmin finds himself using tinder and getting out of his so glad called routine. ♧ Stray Kids fandom ( Seungbin and a little seungjin).

Oceanbound - Felix is the son of the governador in nassau, his kidnapping by a feroucious pirate crew develops into a lot of romance and adventures. ♧ Stray Kids fandom (Changlix and Minsung).

3R - Chansung and his squad finds themselves in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. ♧ 2PM fandom (channuneo and minyoung)

Sweet as (Cherry Wine) - Changgu have to deal with his new discover and with a stupid Hongseok. ♧ Pentagon fandom (Honggu or Hongone).

The King and the Fool - Seungmin can jump through paintings and he has an uncertain future with his soulmate. ♧ Stray Kids fandom (Seungbin and minchan).

I have a lot more fics that I like, but for now I'll recommend this ones! If you read some of them, tell me I would like to know what you thought!

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k-imagine-s · 4 years ago

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You bit your fingernails in mindlessness and anticipation. Junho was doing a photoshoot with another model today and, needless to say, you were made a little uncomfortable by it. Not the most shy but also not the most confident, you worried needlessly about the subtle touches that would occur, the gazes for camera’s sake, and the closeness of the two. It made you antsy.

Finding you curled up on the couch nearly asleep when he returned late to your shared apartment, Junho sighed lovingly as he watched your face light up upon seeing him. “Hi,” he said simply, setting his things down before falling on top of you in a hug, “I missed you.”

Breathing in the familiar smell of his clothes, you exhaled with your eyes closed against his shoulder. The two of you fell back on the couch and giggled a little. “You’re heavy,” you teased as he yawned in your ear.

“That’s not very nice,” he chided sleepily, wrapping his arms around your waist. Seemingly about to fall asleep, Junho mumbled a goodnight before snuggling in further to your side.

Trying to prevent yourself from asking the question that was eating at your mind, you began biting your fingernails again. The incessant picking at them made Junho open his eyes in concern.

“OK, what’s up?” he inquired, sitting up enough to loom over you. He pulled your hand away from your mouth, telling you to ‘stop that’.

Your hand fell into your lap as you resigned yourself to him. “Was the other model-”

Junho’s large hand clamped over your mouth to hush you. Nose brushing yours, he stared into your eyes in such an adoring way that you felt a blush heating up your cheeks. “It doesn’t matter how many times you doubt yourself,” he said, “because I’m not looking at anyone else. I’m looking at you.”

Relaxing into the kiss he gave you, the tense in your shoulders ceased as his arms strengthened around you. He was warm and safe and made you feel special, like you deserved to be. The two of you ended up being too exhausted to get up, falling asleep tangled up as usual.

(Requested by anon)

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promise-ill-be-blog · 7 years ago

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Sorrow (2PM Junho Scenario)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Angst

A/N: I’m starting this series based around six emotions: sorrow, fear, loneliness, anticipation, greed, and surprise.

The day was going great so far. You had gotten a raise, the work day was cut short thanks to your supervisor’s wife going into labor (her water broke in the middle of the office), and now you were going home to Junho. He used to always beg you to stay home and not go to work, so he was certainly going to be surprised and happy.

You stopped by your favourite cafe and bought two cups of coffee, snatching a few cream and sugar packets on your way out, and two blueberry muffins. Usually you walked home, but today you hailed a cab. The interior of the car smelled awful, so you hid your nose in the bag of muffins. The warmth coming off of the muffins caused some humidity to build up on your face.

The cab stopped in front of your apartment complex and the driver told you the total. You gave him some bills, telling him to keep the change as a tip. You probably over-tipped, but you were only really focusing on spending time with your boyfriend.

You walked up the stairs until reaching the landing in front of the apartment. You held the bag of muffins in your mouth and the cup holders with the coffees in one hand, so that you could unlock the door with the your one free hand. It felt like you were juggling but wanted to avoid dropping everything at all costs- especially the hot coffee.

You came into the apartment, closed the door with your foot, and set everything on the dining table. “Babe, I’m home! We were released early today.” You slipped off your shoes beside the door and started trying to hunt down Junho. “It was the damnedest thing. Rick’s wife went into labor. Her water broke in the middle of the office. She had stopped by to give him a homemade lunch, but before she could even give it to him, everyone heard a gushing sound and then a splattering.” You laughed at the thought of the janitor having to clean it up while clueless about what it even is. “Everyone freaked out, especially the men.” You walked into the bedroom to find stuffed suitcases and Junho packing another one. “Where... are you going? Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry if I forgot about 2PM having a tour!”

He didn’t even look up at you and the aura he gave off felt cold. You felt unwelcomed. “There’s no tour. Not even a concert.” His jaw was set and he slammed the suitcase closed, roughly zipping it shut.

You wanted to cry, confused and rejected. “Then... what is this? What’s going on?”

“I’m leaving. You spend so much time working, it’s like we’re less of a couple and more of roommates.” He grabbed suitcases, nudging one between his arm and side, and pushed past you.

“Excuse me? And what about you? I accepted your busy schedule and never even once thought of leaving you for it. Why is it so difficult for you to accept my busy schedule? Because the roles are reversed?” He didn’t give an answer and continued walking for the door. “Is there another woman?” He paused for a moment and walked out the door, into the parking lot. There you saw a woman waiting in a running car before Junho closed the door behind him.

Out of a wave of anger, you grabbed the two hot coffees and threw them at the door, along with the muffins, as if they would somehow hit him. You screamed at the door, directing your hatred at it for allowing him to leave, and threw a nearby vase. You continued to throw things until you were out of energy and positive you wouldn’t get your deposit back.

Exhausted, you leaned against a wall and slid down into a sitting position with your knees to your chest. Tears welled up in your eyes and you viciously swiped them away, refusing to cry over a man that was no longer in your life. A part of you that was still desperate for him wondered how long he had this planned. He obviously didn’t expect you to be home, but yet he was still so cold. What happened to the Junho you knew?

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thethirstynoona · 7 years ago

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T is for Theater

A . D . T . O . Y Series

- Day 3 -

Category: Smut Word Count: 1,195 Group/Member: 2PM | Junho

It was finally happening – you were on a date with Junho. You’d been friends with him for so long, but since it had never amounted to anything, you started wondering if he’d believed if you’d friendzoned him or not. Far too nervous to confess your feelings, whenever he’d ask you to go out, it was usually with several other members of 2PM. Of course you didn’t mind, since you still got to spend time with him, but with the incessant flirting and texts, the thought of why they hadn’t been solo excursions began popping into your mind time and time again.

His sparkling eyes were fixed on the stage, watching the actors play their parts. You were sure he was studying the lead actor’s technique; from his subtle nuances to the over embellished way he’d recite the monologue. Junho’s arms were crossed tightly over his chest, and you worried if it was because you had accidentally placed your hand in his – you had pulled it away immediately after realizing it wasn’t the hand rest, but his body language changed in response to that moment. When the final curtain fell and audience stood for applause, Junho motioned for the two of you to sit back down while the crowd funneled out of the theater.

“Let’s wait a little bit so we don’t have to be body-to-body with everyone,” he proposed, turning around to see the lines of people waiting patiently for their turn to exit. As he turned back to face the front, he smiled at you with that same flirtatious smile he’d traditionally give before tousling the hair atop your head. Before you could stop to think that this smile would result in the same effect, Junho grabbed your hand and laced his fingers with yours.

You couldn’t hide the surprise painted on your face nor the stars in your eyes. Luckily, Junho was paying more attention to the people exiting downstage left. It wasn’t until you acted on impulse and grazed your thumb along his soft skin that he turned to you with a matching look of astonishment. Bashfully smiling and looking away, both your heartbeats started racing at the miniscule movement.

The nervous tension didn’t die down once you were leaving the theater – rather, it grew tenfold the closer you got to the car. It felt like you were in high school all over again; the butterflies inside your stomach were gnawing at your insides, making your stomach turn in anguish. His silence equaled yours, and you wondered if he was just as nervous.

Junho casually strolled up to the door to the backseat and opened it, making the classic arm gesture for you to enter. As you slid into the backseat, he hovered over the car door, analyzing the parking lot to assure no one was around. He sat down in the seat next to you and closed the door – the tension was so thick it could be cut with a butter knife.

“Are you nervous?” Junho quietly asked, his fingertips grazing your thighs. You all but lurched at his touch – nervous was a far cry from an understatement. Not two hours ago you’d thought that by touching his hand you had made an improper judgment on his feelings, when it turned out you’d been in the right mindset all along.

“Please don’t be…I like you,” he crooned as he leaned in to your ear, hand tracing down your back. The hand that had grazed your thigh was now firmly planted there, slowly making its way to the bottom of your dress.

“Why haven’t we done this before? Why did you pull your hand away earlier tonight?” you brashly queued, hoping to distract yourself from his wandering appendages.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? That makes you incredibly intimidating, you know,” he sighed, pulling away to grin at you.

“Not even! I bet you don’t even think about me when I’m gone,” you jested, playfully hitting his arm.

“Are you kidding? I think about you all day…and all night,” he wittily countered, switching gears and pulling you onto his lap. Your bewilderment from his movement had you hovering over his right thigh; giving into temptation, you slowly sat down, allowing your barely clothed center to be placed along the fabric of his dress pants.

“Kiss me,” he quietly commanded, bringing his beautiful hands to the sides of your face. No thought of objecting came to mind as you brought your supple lips to his, allowing the sexual charge of his energy to conduct through you like an overcharged battery.

Quickly tying your hair into a ponytail, you resumed your momentum, cascading your tongue along his neck. Junho’s touch was delicate yet had purpose; from the idle way he toyed with the skin on your shoulder to the direct way his palm slipped up to your hipbone, Junho knew exactly what he was doing.

His kisses were intermittent and coy – he’d playfully nibble on your lips, but would travel to your neck or collarbone to keep you wanting more. It didn’t take long for his skillful teasing built your arousal; as it grew, your thighs slowly clamped on his and your hips began a leisurely roll along his muscle.

“This dress has been testing my patience all night,” Junho whispered, pulling the straps of your backless dress down your arms to reveal your bare breasts. He emitted a heavy sigh of lust at the sight of your perked nipples, falling face first into your chest. Resting his face between your twins, Junho grabbed your behind and sped up your hip movements along his thigh.

“Ride me,” he panted, trailing his tongue around a hardened bud. Junho wrapped his lips around your nipple and flicked his tongue wildly, eliciting spasms of pleasure from you while your essence coated his thigh. Arching your spine, you coiled your fingers into his coiffed hair, gripping it for more thrust with your body rolls.

“Touch me,” you heavily requested, leaning back to allow his masterful hands access. Junho was quick to acquiesce your demand, pulling your panties aside and thrusting his fingers into the wet heat of your cunt. His thumb played your clit like a joystick while a third finger joined the party inside you, pressuring your g-spot in a come hither motion.

His face hadn’t left your ample bosoms, though having moved from one to the other and back again. Upon hearing the sounds of your guttural moaning, Junho finally abdicated your breasts to watch you cum. He helped your hips ride his digits, and it wasn’t long before you came, squirting all over his slacks. As Junho helped you to lie down and catch your breath, he sucked your juices from his fingers, licking them pristinely clean.

“Guess we should go,” Junho beamingly said, getting ready to open the car door.

“Well I’d like to return the favor,” you daringly suggested, eyeing the bulge in his pants. He laughed and drew a smiley face on the window – your heated actions had fogged up all the glass in the car.

“Let me take you to my house,” he said, “We can finish what we started.”

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