#jun drabbles

[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.

[niki-phoria]

마주 잡은 순간 다 녹아내려 / 너는 나의 orbit, you're my one and only

pairing: wen junhui x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 471

notes: working on a svt reaction fic rn but i thought this was a cute idea so i made it a full fic, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from txt - dear sputnik

sunlight fills your bedroom with a golden hue. outside, morning dew still lingers on blades of grass. birds chirp quietly and apartment lights flick on and off as the world slowly begins to awaken once again. 

your vision is bleary as you stumble into the hallway, still blinking the sleep away from your eyes. the world is a blur as you unconsciously retrace your steps until you reach the middle of your apartment.

WEN JUNHUI stands alone in your kitchen with his back turned towards you. stray strands of freshly dyed hair fall across his face, framing his features. an oversized t-shirt hangs loosely off of his frame, paired with a pair of sweatpants he had forgotten at your apartment at some point.

you pause in your tracks, taking the time to silently admire the man before you. a tranquil silence hangs in the air. your lips quirk into a soft, unconscious smile. his broad shoulders flex as he pours a fresh cup of coffee into a nearby mug. “morning,” you say as you push your body off of the wall. 

jun startles slightly before turning to face you. he chuckles softly beneath his breath. “good morning,” he says. his voice is smooth when he speaks, but his movements are more sluggish than usual, betraying his sleepiness. jun’s lips curl into a soft smile when he takes a step closer. “i made coffee.”

you slide into the seat across from him, silently waiting as he passes the mug over to you. your hands meet warm ceramic as you carefully raise it to your lips. the scent of vanilla fills the air. “thank you.” 

jun shakes his head. he leans against the table as he slides into the seat across from you. he crosses his arms against the wood, watching you with a soft smile and a fond gaze. “of course.” 

“you don’t have to do this for me, you know,” you say between sips. you drum your fingers absentmindedly against the mug. “i know you’re busy.”

you startle slightly when jun reaches up. you can feel the heat of jun’s fingertips against your skin as he tilts your face up, forcing your gaze to meet his own. your breath hitches in your throat. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine. “i do it because i love you.” jun’s hand shifts, now cupping your cheek. his thumb ghosts against your cheek. he smirks at the sudden rush of heat beneath your skin. “and i love taking care of you.” 

you let a quiet sigh escape your lips, momentarily leaning into his touch. “okay,” you nod. reaching up, you gingerly wrap your own hand around jun’s wrist. he pauses when you gently tug his hand closer, pressing a chaste kiss against the inside of his palm. “thank you, jun.”

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[shuacore]

[ 00:53 ] skating in central park — bill evans

“holy balls it’s cold as fuck.” 

leave it to jun to keep it romantic. you hold back a snort of laughter, knowing it would only egg your boyfriend on more. he has his hand shoved into his pockets, breath coming out in steamy puffs of air. it’s biting this evening, but jun looks like a drama lead—so cute, all bundled with the tip of his nose red in his long trench coat and white puffy earmuffs—that you don’t even mind.

you sigh knowingly, twisting around to look at him with a smile. “come on! the christmas market is so cute.” 

“why can’t we just get drinks inside?” he whines, and you flit over, pressing a quick kiss to his cold cheek. this silences him for a moment as he regards you with wide eyes, smiling with adoration. your stomach flip flops around. ah, it never gets old.

“let’s just do a quick loop and then i promise we can go and get drinks. at a bar. inside,” you say in earnest, and this seems to persuade jun. you loop your arm through his, tucking yourself neatly into his side. he’s warm, even under all the layers, and you smell the familiar aroma of amber and cinnamon wafting from his skin. 

he groans,”fine,” without any heat, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. your grin takes over your whole face as you tug him deeper into the throng of people. there are booths lining the walkway packed with sparkling decorations, large painted ornaments and tempting aromas of herbs and spices. your mouth waters as you pass by a booth selling pierogis, and you tug jun behind you as you move closer, pressing a finger against the glass.  

“ooh, let’s get some,” you say, and your excitement is enough to convince jun to hand over eight dollars to the stand, smiling fondly as you feed him bites from your fork. they’re warm and buttery and a perfect snack to combat the bitter chill of the winter air, and with full bellies you continue tooling around the market. you peruse spice stands, cooking stands, art stands, hand knit hats, scarves, and mittens, hand-painted ornaments, and a million other handcrafted things, all the while jun follows faithfully behind. his eyes glint merrily in the Christmas lights swinging in the night air. 

the pathway opens up into a lively center square, and you gasp excitedly, reaching out to grasp jun’s gloved hand tightly in your own.

“look! ice skating!” you say with vigor, skipping over to the barrier and watching the skaters with wide eyes. you turn back to your boyfriend, blushing to see him watching you again with poorly disguised amusement. “we should do it!”

jun’s eyebrows disappear underneath his fringe. “oh…i don’t know…”

you seemed to be spending most of your time convincing your partner to have a good time with you. 

“come onnnn! i’ll pay this time,” you plead, tugging on his elbow like a needy child. normally you’d take no for an answer, but it’s christmas for god’s sake, and you want to go ice skating with your boyfriend. not surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for him to relent—a few ‘please, please, please’s and an extra whispered promise in his ear for some winter activities you could do once you got home—before he’s pulling you by the hand to the booth and smacking a bill on the counter. 

“two pairs of skates! sizes 7 and 11, please.” your smile is blinding as you place a giddy peck to the cheek, and there he goes blushing again, like this is your first date and not your 200th. you like seeing jun all flustered around you; even after four years it still makes your stomach flip.

the worker hands jun his change and two pairs of skates—one of which he hands off to you—and you find a place to put them on. then the two of you are standing at the edge of the rink, hand in hand. you’ve only ever really gone skating on the ponds near your house, and even then it’s only been the two of you or family members during the holidays. and suddenly you’re a little nervous. experienced skaters and hockey players zip by at blinding speeds, and you inhale a sharp breath as the speed of a skater passing by ruffles your scarf. 

sensing your hesitation, jun gives your hand a soft squeeze and pulls you onto the rink. you grip the wall, white-knuckled, as jun leads you around the edge. it’s slow-going at first, as you get your bearings on the ice, but jun seems to pick up the movements naturally. he’s always been more adept at picking up new skill and ice skating seems to be no exception.

“wait, how are you so good at this?” you ask, breathless, as jun skates gracefully backwards, all the while still holding your hand in his. your trepidation is replaced by incredulity as jun releases your hand and swiftly flips around and glides off in easy loops.

“what the hell?!” you curse loudly, earning you a few grumpy glares from parents of young kids, but you’re too preoccupied watching your ice-skating-prodigy boyfriend to notice. the wind whips through his dark hair, pushing it off his forehead as he passes by you, close enough to feel his fingers graze your arm. “when did you learn to do this?!”

your knees are still unsteady on the ice, and you keep your fingers wrapped around the wall as you hobble around, trying to catch up with your boyfriend. 

“wait!” you call out in slight desperation as he skates past you one more time, weaving in and out of couples and kids making their own rounds. you frown, still sedentary, as jun finally skates back to you, skidding to a stop so you feel a light shower of ice sprinkle your face. 

“hey—ouch!” jun whines, rubbing his shoulder where you just punched him. “what?!”

“since when have you been good at skating?!” you ask in disbelief. he shrugs, exclaiming aloud when he dodges another swing. 

“stop!” jun protests, wrapping his hands around your wrists, and then he knits his fingers in your tightly. “just… like this, come on.” he pulls you gently away from the wall amid objections, showing you how to swish your feet in a graceful back-and-forth pattern. you start to gain a little speed. the wall seems miles away now, other skaters are dipping and weaving around you, and you turn back to jun with your arms held aloft, his name already formed on your lips in jubilation—

WHAM!

this time you do curse loud enough for enough people to hear. jun laughs raucously over the sound of other skaters as you lay flat on your back on the ice, your elbows, hips and pride aching. his face appears over yours, hair hanging down, face glowing with mirth. he offers you a hand, and pulls you up slowly as you wince. talk about old bones—you were going to be feeling that for a week. you hold your butt, massaging the muscle as it aches. 

“fuck,” you groan, lightly punching jun again as he laughs. it soothes your dignity just a bit to see him so happy, throwing his whole head back as he wipes the tears from his eyes. 

“here, i’ll help you,” jun promises, holding his arm out to you. this time it goes a little smoother as jun guides you around the rink. you almost make a full second rotation before you stumble again, this time taking your boyfriend down with you in a spectacular display of limbs and more curse words. the two of you laugh, amid a tangle of arms and legs, breathless. the air doesn’t seem so biting anymore. even on the ice, feeling the bruises blossoming on your shins and butt, watching your boyfriend heave himself to his feet, brush off the snow from his long winter trench coat like some kind of rom-com lead has your heart fluttering in your chest. he pulls you to your feet again, and sputters in surprise when you lurch forward to press a kiss to his lips. 

it fills your chest with warmth, and you laugh short-winded against his mouth as jun’s hands rest on the back of your neck. he’s a bit too eager, biting your lip slightly as you pull away before he’s finished. (you are still in public after all.)

“what was that for?” he asks, nose and cheeks red from the cold. you lift your hand to his face, tracing the line of his cheekbone lightly with your thumb. 

“mm, nothing. i just love you,” you say, quietly, unable to stop the smiles from filling your face. 

jun leans in again, lips centimeters form yours when someone yells, “get a room!” and you freeze. jun laughs loudly again, throwing his head back like he always does. you hid your face against his chest as you giggle in embarrassment. his arms are warm around your body.

“do you wanna take a break?” he asks when you resurface. 

you falter. “but we just got them,” you say, feeling a bit guilty. 

“hey, we have them for a whole hour,” he assures you, and presses a kiss to your temple. 

despite your protests, the activities on land are much more your speed. after finding a secluded little bench, jun disappears for a moment, only to return with two steaming mugs of hot apple cider. it’s sweet and a little spicy but it sends a welcome wave of warmth through your body, letting the steam defrost your noses and cheeks from the winter air. jun wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you watch the skaters together. 

and you just sit in quiet for a while, every so often commenting on the booths or other market-goers. unbeknownst to you, jun watches you fondly, taking in your slouched posture, your bright eyes as you drink in the christmas festivities. that alone is enough to make his chest want to burst. he tucks you just a bit tighter in to his side, lifting a hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of your gloved knuckles.

his presence is just as warm as the cider cupped in your hands.

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a/n: just a fun little wintery jun-fic that's been on my mind. i was also thinking of posting it to skating by vince guaraldi (also a good one if u want the ambiance!!!!) but i liked the mellow tones of bill evans too :3

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[kittyhuii]

Hear me OUT. I’m thinking dry humping with virgin Junhui and him getting all flustered and shy and warning you that if you keep going he’s going to cum. I see enough dom Jun let’s switch the narrative 😁👀

╰┈➤ 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚎

pairings: virgin!jun x gn!reader

warnings: somnophilia, implied unprotected sex (do tell me if i missed some)

word count: 731

synopsis: Even before you two started dating, Jun seemed like the type of guy who had an active sex life. Especially since he’s such a good looking guy, not only that but he’s also fit; thus, the thought came to you that Jun is experienced when it comes to sex. Yet, why were you pleasuring yourself on your sleeping boyfriend?

You were frustrated, you were conflicted, and you were also horny. Only this time, simply touching yourself won’t get you off. Your fingers didn’t satisfy you as it did anymore , you needed him this time, but there was something holding you back. You were conflicted, conflicted purely because he didn’t know if you were ready to step into this part of your relationship yet. You two just started dating a month ago and you always did your best to suppress your innermost desires, until now that is. You rolled over, looking at your boyfriend’s  sleeping figure. You scanned every part of him with loving eyes: an arm under his head, his picture perfect nose that you thought could be used as a seat, and a small pout on his lips. You couldn’t help admiring your boyfriend, you were whipped, but oh were you also so horny. Watching him sleep surely did not help whatsoever, your yearning only grew worse as time went on. After a few more moments of silence under the sheets, You heard a lightbulb flicker in the back of your head. 

You grabbed one of the ends of the blanket and slowly uncovered the both of you, carefully doing so as to not wake him up from his slumber. Seeing more of him you felt your whole body throb from yearning his touch, his hands on your hips and his cock inside you filling you up real nice. Your hand wandered around his body – caressing his cheek, tracing small circles on his Adam's apple, massaging his arms – and here you are now, with one of your legs wrapped around his torso, slowly grinding your hips against him. What was once a silent night inside your room soon turned into a room echoing soft grunts and moans from you. 

“Mmh…” you heard your boyfriend mutter under his breath but that couldn’t stop you anymore from chasing your high. “...sorry… ‘m so sorry Junnie” you whimper. As you kept going, you noticed the erection that was growing underneath your boyfriend’s sweatpants. You ran one of your hands from his leg up to his thigh and on his crotch, jerking your boyfriend’s covered cock. “Wait…” Jun whimpers, “...can’t cum like this” he added. Obliging to his request, you pulled down his sweatpants, presumably thinking that this is what he meant. Jun gasped as he felt his cock spring out from his sweatpants. For a few seconds you admired his pretty cock, its length that could hit your sweet spot with every thrust, a single vein running down from under the tip down to the base, and a pinkish tip that made you quiver in lust. 

You stood up and positioned yourself on top of him, now sitting down on his cock only with half of your weight down on him. Slowly, you started grinding on him again, only this time his bare cock was rubbing on your underwear, creating friction that Jun could not handle. His whimpers grew louder as you continued pleasuring himself on top of him. “I’m– if you keep going… ‘m going to cum”, Jun whined, his cries of pleasure did not get you to stop, instead, you were motivated to make your boyfriend feel the long awaited climax of his sex life. Whines and moans continued to come out of your boyfriend’s mouth as you kept grinding on his cock, you looked at him under you, his cheeks flushed red and tears welling up on his eyes. 

After a few more grunts and a grind of your hip, you feel your boyfriend’s cock underneath you twitch. Jun couldn’t even mutter a single word anymore as he felt his orgasm finally peak. You watch as his back arches and body trembles from the feeling of ecstasy you have gotten out of him. You soon feel your underwear get soaked from not only your juices but also your boyfriend’s. You look back at him again, seeing how his face was soaked with tears and a blush still evident on his cheeks.

You got up again and laid down next to your boyfriend who was still catching his breath. Suddenly feeling tired you yawned and faced your boyfriend again. Jun grabbed one of your hands and he finally spoke, “I… still need help” he said, rather timidly as you see his throbbing cock still hard. 

a/n: I do hope you enjoy this request anon! took me a bit longer to release this since i had some errands to run lol

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SHUAASUMII: ──★ ˙🎆 JUN MASTERLIST ̟ !!

PRETTY GIRL

丶your boyfriend decided to surprise you with flowers.

[inspired-by-the-music]

oopsie daisy: rewritten, coming soon!

pairing: jun x reader

featuring: wonwoo as the reader's older brother

synopsis: while working at your brother's book and flower shop for the summer, you develop a crush on the new florist, jun.

note: this is a rewrite of a fic that is about four years old.

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Check out our special christmas series by our member, Tiya!

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❆ 𝑑𝑎𝑦 4: christmas decor | w.jh

a/n: welcome to day 4!! this was so fun to write (i want CATS.) hope you guys like this one <3

word count: 796 contents: junhui x gn!reader , established relationship , THEY HAVE A CAT , felt like that had to be mentioned , she's named mala (as in malatang) , decorating the house , fluff , christmas fun

"that's the last of them," junhui heaves a sigh, placing the last box of christmas decorations on the floor. it was only ten in the morning, but you had a busy day ahead in front of you.

both junhui and you had a free weekend with no work obligations, which only meant one thing: decorating for christmas.

"thank you, junnie," you kiss his cheek for all his hard-work of fetching boxes of christmas decorations from the loft. just then, mala, your adorable cat, strides into the room, looking at all the boxes on the floor.

"hi baby," you coo, picking her up from the floor. "you wanna help us decorate today?"

she lets out a noncommittal meow and leaps out of your arms, probably heading to the kitchen to bathe in the sunlight coming in through the window.

"alright, we should start with streamers first," you turn to face junhui, and he nods. "i'll get the ladder in here."

you smile contentedly when junhui leaves the room again.

today was going to be fun.

—

"i vote for the cat streamers," junhui repeats, and you sigh exasperatedly.

"but it's not even christmas themed!" you argue, up from where you'r standing on the last steps of the ladder. for the last ten minutes, junhui and you had been debating over which of the streamers to hang. while your choice were the holly-designed ones, junhui stood by the tiny cat streamers he had bought from china.

"but it's us-themed, babe," junhui pouts, and you can't argue much with that pout anyway.

"fine, but i get to pick the lights."

after almost two hours of hanging the streamers all around the living room, and making sure they were perfectly aligned, you pick your favorite lights: LED string lights with snowflakes on them.

it was junhui's turn to get up on the ladder and hang up the lights, your arms already tired from the streamers. once he's done, he joins you back on the ground, and the both of you look around the living room.

"it's perfect," you both say in unison.

—

the next task is the christmas tree. buying a real tree for your modest apartment wasn't the best idea, so you had just bought a fake tree years ago, which kept getting reused every year.

you drag it out of the storage room, taking off the plastic cover you wrapped it in, when you see junhui crouched on the floor of the living room, intently taking pictures of...

...mala sleeping on top of the boxes of decorations.

you grin to yourself at the wholesome moment, but decide to interrupt it soon enough.

"mala, no napping in the afternoon," you chide, gently shoving her off the box. she lets out what seems to be a whine and runs over to junhui, curling up in his arms.

"aw, don't be so mean to her, y/n," junhui coos, stroking the underside of mala's chin. "she's just a sleepy baby."

"yeah, a sleepy baby who naps all day and stays up at night," you scoff. "last time she stayed away, she ripped my favorite blanket into shreds!"

mala lets out an indignant meow, looking up at junhui, as if waiting for him to defend her.

"you've spoiled her," you roll your eyes affectionately at the sight of junhui babbling at mala.

"what can i say? not my fault she likes her dad more than she likes her mom," junhui teases you, and you throw a plastic candy cane ornament at him.

after a while of playing around with mala (she came to you for some cuddles too,) you start on decorating the tree.

junhui takes one half, and you take the other, the both of you reaching for the ornaments you like and hanging them on the branches of the tree.

it takes a while for you two to finish, because when you look out of the window, the sun is already setting.

"you done?" you lean to the side to face junhui, who nods at you. you crawl over to his side and see how he's strategically placed each ornament.

"it's beautiful, baby," you compliment him, and junhui presses a kiss to your forehead.

"yeah, sure is," he mutters, and you turn your head to the side to find him staring at you. you shove at his chest playfully. "you're so cheesy!"

"you love it," junhui adds on, and you don't really have a defense for that.

(junhui watches fondly as you place the star on top of the tree, your eyes twinkling with excitement as the tree and the lights in the house are lit up.

but, he finds that nothing is brighter than your smile whenever you pass by the tree, or the cat streamers hanging in your living room.)

- fin.

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seventeen with a crocheter! so 🧶:

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SEVENTEEN AND THEIR KINKS !

pairings; seventeen x reader, established relationship. | tw; raw sex, creampie, srength kink, somnophilia, choking, redording, oral, spit play, face sitting, bulge kink, etc etc | a/n; just kinks that has them twitching and cumming in no seconds. and guess who finally wrote AN OT13 POST WITHOUT QUITTING? it was a tough task ngl. but anyways enjoy! minors do not interact.

seungcheol — breeding

he hates the very existence of the rubber sheath. why would he not want to feel you raw and pulsating around him? tries not to bust even though he's only put his tip in. the wet, warm hug your cunt provides him makes him insatiable. he needs to cum inside you plus it's all natural and good, right? and no matter what, despite your chidings, he can never ever admit that he just wants to breed you and potentially start a family with you. except that you can look right through him and rile him up intentionally. just three words, “cum inside me,” is more than enough to have him fucking you like he's on lifeline. there is nothing he loves more than seeing his seeds drip out of your abused hole, it just fuels him to fuck you again and again till you're seeing the stars and filled to the brim with his cum.

jeonghan — cock warming

such a sucker for cock warming. he'd be so down for it. he gets to have his cock inside you and he doesn't even have to do anything. one, it soothes his old man bones. two, he gets to tease you. a smirk etches on his lips, looking at you get all squirmy and hot. that flush on your face makes his cock twitch and throb. and you can feel it too just as he feels the pulse in your cunt. but jeonghan does nothing to appease it, he only riles you up further. a nibble to your neck, teasing fingers brushing against your clit ever-so-lightly, his lips skating all over your hot skin, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses. his smile widens everytime you whimper or gasp. he pinches your nipples and kisses your lips while staying still inside you. that with a few thrusts is all it takes to make him cum. you're still hot and bothered and you will be till jeonghan decides to take mercy upon you.

joshua — strength kink

yeah, this is canon. he's usually a gentleman, even in the bedroom with his sweet smiles and soft touches. that is... till you asked—no, begged him to be rough with you. and who was he to deny your wishes? he was initially afraid of hurting you, but as your relationship spanned from months to years, he grew more comfortable with it. whether he's choking you while fucking you in missionary or he's fucking you against the wall. not to mention the chokeholds, the manhandles, the casual pickups while he's fucking you. it makes you so wet and hot, and your eyes cloud with lust. it's not that he's always rough and shows off his strength. josh has his soft moments too, making love to you so gently that it makes you cry. it's only when he notices that certain look on your face that makes it clear that you don't want any princess treatment tonight. and just like that, he obliges.

jun — choking

he's on the receiving end here. accidentally discovered it one day and now he can't go back. even a casual caress to his nape gets him all worked up and horny. you're riding him? just wrap your hand over his neck and watch him get breathless without you even choking him. he whines when you tease him, begging you to choke him. you oblige, squeezing the side of his throat with little pressure and then gradually work it up till he's gasping and heaving for breath. he doesn't ask you to stop, only canting his hips up to meet your own. his cock twitches wildly and he's begging you to let him cum. you're in missionary? again, wrap your hand around his throat and he's going to whine like a bitch in heat. his pace gets sloppy and he fucks you desperately, getting faster with the increasing pressure on his throat. he sees stars when he cums and apologises while continuing to fuck you lazily.

soonyoung — hand jobs

he's twitching the moment your hand travels down south. literally stops functioning lol. his favorite way to wake up is with your hands in his pants. he's a bit disoriented at first but when he feels the warmth of your hand gliding up and down his cock, he melts in your embrace and bucks his hips to the movement of your hand. you kiss the side of his face as he whines and moans. his face is flushed with remnants of sleep and his lips are apart, letting out beautiful whines and moans. you nibble on his ears, drawing your pace to a stop to squeeze and play with his balls. soonyoung gasps, begging you to jerk him off again. you squeeze his length and play with his precum. he tries to close his legs when you tease his slit and smear his pre all over his length. his moans get louder and his hips buck up. in no time, he's cumming in his pants so pathetically, that you can't help but smile at.

wonwoo — recording

he's good with cameras and he's good at fucking you. why not combine the both? he thought you wouldn't agree at first but seeing that ecstatic look on your face made his eyes darken with a smirk. he gets so hot and sweaty, watching those recordings. your face contorted in pleasure on the screen with your angelic moans and your reactions—god, it gets him so horny and desperate to fuck you. sometimes he watches them at his place and then drives all the way over to yours, unannounced just because he wants to fuck you. makes a film of that too. not only videos but also pictures that showcases your pretty face with a lustful visage or a snap of your body covered in his cum and marks. nothing gets him horny like seeing you on the screen.

jihoon — oral

sounds basic, but when you're on your knees, under his computer table in the studio? fuck yes. jihoon is a workaholic, getting hung up on it to the point he doesn't take care of himself. take a break, you tell him and he knows where this goes all the damn time. he tells just a minute but you don't listen and sit on his lap, obstructing the computer from his view. he was gone from the moment you came to the studio anyway. wanton moans leave his lips and you see his adam's apple moving with the way his head is thrown back on the chair. you spit on the head of his cock, getting more and more messy—just how he likes it. your throat constricts around his length and the sounds, fucking hell. he's twitching in no time as you bob your head up and down, sucking him off with all your strength. with a loud moan, he finishes inside your mouth and you pull away to show that you've swallowed all of it. you'll be the death of him.

minghao — edging

not always, just to teach you a lesson sometimes. he ties you up, hands cuffed and legs spread apart. fingers you slow and steady, and works your body up. the slight graze of his fingers against your g-spot, the brush of his thumb on your clit and his breath ghosting over nipples drive you insane. your desperate cries sound so sweet to him. he shushes, muttering patience as he draws slow circles on your clit. it's amusing to him, your whines and how breathless and hot you get. your abdomen muscles twitch with your impending orgasm but minghao takes no mercy on you, pulling his hands away. it drives you absolutely crazy but you've learned to take what he gives you. you take a few breaths and look at him pleadingly, he fondly smiles at you and resumes his ministrations. you sigh out of pleasure but you know your orgasm is nowhere near to be achieved.

mingyu — bulge kink

another canon lol. your praises and moans are more than enough to inflate his ego, but to see it in physical form? fuck yes. starts fucking you more desperately when he sees that bulge in your stomach. he's so fucking obsessed with the image of it, probably has multiples snaps of it on his phone. his veins pop out when he sees the bulge, and the adrenaline rush blinds any logic and reason. he simply needs to fuck you till his legs give out. that paired with some mind-numbing clenching will drive him crazy. stops and repositions you so that he can see the bulge better. he tries to go slow and hard to clearly see it but loses control after a few seconds and starts fucking you desperately. and he's cumming in seconds while babbling and groaning like crazy. he's just really whipped for you.

seokmin — fingering

like have you seen his fingers? puts them to best use. that is, using them to make you squirm and tremble. he doesn't even need to whip out his cock to make you squirt. he fucking loves burying his fingers deep inside your cunt, feeling your clenching and throbbing. your moans and the wet squelchy noises are to die for. fingering is his idea for foreplay—it gets you all wet and soaking and him, rock hard and throbbing. even when he's mad, it's his way of cooling down. whether or not, he's mad at you, you can expect to be a trembling mess. uncharacteristically rough but he does it with your consent ofc. makes you squirt and cum till you can't take it anymore and are crying from pleasure. either way, service top all the way and he just loves having his fingers inside you.

vernon — spit kink

he has that subtle dominant aura in him. loves making out with you and getting all messy, it doesn't need to escalate further. he just needs his mouth on yours. whether it's rushed or slow, just loves having his tongue down your throat. and naturally, spitting follows. he pulls away, mid-makeout and gathers spit on his tongue. he spits it in your mouth and the sight of you swallowing it has his cock twitching and needy. and the fact you moan whenever he spits? fucking hell, you're going to be death of him. wearing a lipstick around him is useless, all of it is gonna smudge away the moment he gets his mouth on you. but he loves seeing your smudged lipstick, loves the smeared pink or red on your swollen lips with that horny, drunk look in your eyes. could cum just by looking at you in that state.

seungkwan — nipple play

resident boob man. gets all hot and hard just by having a peek at your tits. make-out sessions always end with his mouth on your breast (if it doesn't go any further of course). he gropes and squeezes them. he's so messy, licking and leaving hickeys all over. sucking on your nipples like it's last day on your earth. does that thing where he sucks your nips and release them with a loud pop! only to do it again and again. god, does he put those hands to good use, tugging and pinching and stroking and twisting. jumped on you after knowing orgasm can be achieved just through some nipple play. you were skeptical obviously, until you were proven wrong. and he uses the fact that he can make you cum without even touching your clit to his advantage all the time. that is, poking fun and degrading (lovingly) you.

chan — face sitting

oh, chan loves some good face sitting. he loves giving you head normally but when it comes to face sitting? it's another level. and whether or not, you cum, he'll definitely cum from just having a taste you. he's so vocal when he's eating you out. always mons during the first lick, like a literal porn moan with eyes rolled back and out of breath look. face sitting will always be his top #1 but he'd also give his life to get suffocated by your sweet thighs. whether you're sitting on his face, or lying down your back. regularly shaves just so your delicate skin isn't grazed by his stubble. also one to overstimulate you, like you'd cum on his tongue but he'd lock his hands on your thighs and force you to ride his face—making you cum again effortlessly. and again, and again.

[blue-jisungs]

[ 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 ] kiss attack

# author’s note … i dunno pookies just a random thought inspired by the first pic ^^

# summary … surprising them with kisses OR pepper kisssonf their faces (out of the blue, mostly hehe)

# warnings ... some members might be suggestive if u squint, some r longer than others, not proofread (bare w me bc i wrote this in a car during multiple ocasions in my notes app w/o autocorrect so ! :D i know u love me guys heheheh)

┆彡 SEUNGCHEOL [ 승철 ]

coming home late from yet another photo shoot, cheol desired nothing more than a warm bed and falling asleep with you in his arms. he tries to be as quiet as possible when entering your shared home, aware that you’re probably asleep. and his leader instincts are correct, the place drowning in midnight darkness. taking his shoes off, slipping into fresh pajamas, slowly but surely dipping into the mattress… and home, he’s finally home. your sleeping silhouette is drawn next to him, only slightly lit up by the moonlight peeking through the window. just when he sneaks his arms around you and closes his eyes, ready to drift asleep, your body moves suddenly and there’s a quick but deep peck landing on his lips. then, as if nothing happened, you roll on the other side and curl into him. seungcheol feels his heart grow and fill with warmth as he falls asleep with a smile blooming on his lips and pink dusted on his cheeks.

┆彡 WONWOO [ 원우 ]

"hey, wonu?" you ask and peek your head through the door, only to notice him being busy with a video game.

"give me a sec!" your boyfriend hums and the only thing you can see are the flashing lights and images on his screen "is it important?"

"no, not really" you answer and walk up to him, noticing that he has one of his headphones off his ear to hear you. a habit he developed ever since you moved in "i mean, depends how you look at it"

wonwoo turns around to check up on you and then you attack. cupping his face quickly and planting a sweet kiss on his plush lips.

"bye!" you giggle and run away, leaving him frozen in place. he’s too stunned to speak and too flustered to move, heart beating like crazy and stomach filling with butterflies.

"hey, dude, come on! we’re losing because of you!" someone whines in the voice chat and wonwoo takes a glance at the door, where you were moments ago. with a whipped grin plastered on his lips he shakes his head and returns to the pleasantly interrupted game.

┆彡 MINGYU [ 민규 ]

mingyu was cooking dinner peacefully, focused on his task. mingyu’s engagement in the kitchen was no joke, multitasking and executing the recipe on spot. which is why he didn’t hear nor see you entering his work space. better yet, he didn’t acknowledge your waltzing in and wrapping your hands around his waist. only when you gave him it a little squeeze. your man turned around, shocked pout on his face. to be fair, you didn’t want to disturb him. but pouty mingyu was just too adorable not to kiss - so you did, gently but quickly; his lips tasting like the vegetables he was cooking (and snacking on).

"what was that for…?" he hummed and wanted to kiss you properly but you leaned away, resting your cheek against his broad shoulders.

"nothing" you mumbled incoherently and he came back to cooking, not noticing he just added too much salt.

┆彡 VERNON [ 버논 ]

you would think vernon is asleep at the first glance. laying in bed, one hand on his stomach and the other under his head. his eyes were closed and face was resting, chest rising up and down slowly. but occasionally he’d reach and scratch his nose. he was listening to a podcast with his headphones in. and something just possessed you, it was like you had to cover his cute face with kisses or you’d - not to be dramatic - explode. you climbed on top of him, cupping his face slowly. vernon didn’t even budge. then you started gently pepper-kissing his face, planting kisses on the most random places. your plush lips tickled him a bit but he didn’t really mind; just when you were done but still holding his face, he peeked an eye open.

"everything okay?" vernon asked. you just nodded and placed one more kiss on top of his nose, then left to continue with your day.

┆彡 SOONYOUNG [ 순영 ]

"yah, kwon soonyoung!" your yell echoed through the practice room, causing all the members to halt. the said criminal turned with his eyes widened in pure terror. his mind raced with thoughts: did he forget something? did he do something? or didn’t do? recalling events from this morning, he failed to notice when you stormed right at him.

"i’m sorry i’m sorry im sorry–" he started whining, eyes scanning your face in search of bad signs but he saw a flash of mischievous smirk on your lips.

"you forgot this" you hummed and pecked his lips quickly with a loud 'mwah!' and ran away, giggling.

"that woman is crazy. she’s making me crazy. actually, we’re both maniacs" soonyoung murmured, touching his lips. his friends shared a laugh, looking at his whipped state.

┆彡 JUNHUI [ 文俊辉 ]

"hey, sleepyhead, wake up!" you whine as you tug jun’s shirt for the millionth time in the span of three minutes. your boyfriend decided to take a nap before you leave to the planned date but apparently he wasn’t keen on waking up. "jun!"

he mumbles something you can’t quite decipher and turns to his back, soft snores escaping his parted lips.

"fine" you sigh and straddle him, pepper-kissing his face. with each kiss landing on his features, you feel his smile grow. once you brush just against the corner of his lips, his smile is way too wide to pretend he’s still sleeping.

"you did that on purp–" you start but aren’t meant to finish because junhui’s large hands grab your face and pull you in a real, deep and passionate kiss.

well, you take that as a yes.

┆彡 MINGHAO [ 徐明浩 ]

whenever minghao was meditating, you avoided to disturb him. not to lose balance and be able to focus… you closed the door and waited until he was done. but today you just couldn’t bare a second without him, your heart longing to be in his presence (even though you live together). hao had his eyes closed, focused on his breathing. but he did hear the soft click of door opening and then the sound of your food paddling against the floor. you tried to keep your volume down, certain that he did not hear you. before he could expose you, there was a series of kisses attacking his face. the feeling of your lips against his skin was pleasant but made him lose focus completely. before he could realize, you were already running off, giggling. minghao opened his eyes and looked around, shocked, and with the tips of his ears painted with red shade.

┆彡 CHAN [ 찬 ]

chan was sitting on the sofa, brows slightly furrowed and concentration all over his face. his slim fingers were typing at the speed of light, discussing something with his members. normally you’d think it’s something important but to be honest, you knew them too well. they were simply arguing what to eat for lunch tomorrow.

you were watching him, smiling subconsciously; he still made your stomach swirl with butterflies as if you were a teenage girl with her doorway crush.

and the feeling was just too strong to resist, you just had to kiss him.

so you got up and stood in front of him, not aware of your presence yet.

with a quick lean, you pressed a tender, loving kiss onto his plush lips. chan froze, fingers halting mid-air. he kissed you back and leaned away with a puzzled look.

"what was that for…?" he whispered, blinking slowly.

"nothing. you’re just cute" you answered with a shrug and sat down next to him, opening instagram. chan, a little flustered, reassumed the lunch dispute

┆彡 JEONGHAN [ 정한 ]

"you’re cheating!" jeonghan whines, a pout forming on his lips. you sigh, shaking your head with the cards in your hands.

"just because my cards are good doesn’t mean i’m chaeating… unlike you, sneaky fox" you snickered and put another card on top of his. maybe you should’ve known that playing uno with him won’t end well but in the end, jeonghan is passionate about winning in every game.

"that’s literally not possible, how come you have three cards left and i have like… thirteen?!" jeonghan puffs his cheeks and places a green one card "i hate this–"

you lean over the stack of cards and shut him up with a slightly aggressive kiss, nibbling on his bottom lip with a smug smirk.

you can hear him sigh softly and kiss you back. before he can realize, you put down your three colored ones and lean away, patting your things.

"uno… and, well, also no uno since i won" you smirked and jeonghan was left speechless, mouth open wide. whether you cheated or not during the game, it was an impressive win.

"no… but… that’s, that’s– that was cheating!" he whines again but this time only to make you laugh again.

┆彡 JOSHUA [ 조슈아 ]

joshua was still half asleep when he was brushing his teeth, his hair sticking in every direction possible and eyes half closed… struggling to keep his head stable.

you just looked at him through the mirror, smiling at your boyfriend’s drowsy state.

"do we have to get up so early…" he mumbled, barely audible due to the foam in his mouth.

"you booked the flight so early, not me" you chuckled and finished applying cream onto your face. you had to leave soon if you wanted to be at the airport early.

joshua answered something incoherent and spat out the toothpaste, washing his mouth with water.

he blinked slowly and caught your gaze in the mirror.

you just smiled and turned around, cupping his face. then you started peppering his face with gentle kisses everywhere: cheeks, forehead, nose, eyelids. and finally, his peppermint tasting lips.

"awake yet, sleepyhead?" you titled your head with a gentle smile and joshua nodded, a lazy smirk on his lips "good. i’ll make us breakfast then"

and when you left the bathroom, he realized he’d really feeling more awake.

┆彡 JIHOON [ 지훈 ]

jihoon had his headphones on so he wasn’t able to hear you but he did certainly see you. a small smile painted on his lips as he was observing you pacing around the gym. while he was busy curling his arms, you were bored out of your mind and there was nothing to aggravate your boredom. it’s not like you didn’t like accompanying him to the gym and watching him work out; no, quite the contrary. it’s just that he was in his space and there was nothing interesting to do besides watching him. you peeked at him in the mirror and caught his eye on you. then, your gaze slid to his arms.

"hey, my eyes are up here"

your gaze snapped back to him and his cocky smile. heat rose to your cheeks upon being caught. you had to shut him up.

"i know you’re bored but–" jihoon started, probably to tease you, but was interrupted by your lips meeting his. he almost dropped the dumbbell he was holding but came back to reality once he couldn’t feel the plush of your lips no longer. "what was that…?"

"go back to working out, smartass" you snickered and watched him be the flustered one now.

┆彡 SEOKMIN [ 석민 ]

"and then chan came out, fully dressed as pi cheolin! i swear, the sound of carats’ laughter made my day" dokyeom rambled. even though your back was facing him, you could still feel the gentle shake of the mattress due to his dynamic gesturing

"and i couldn’t help but laugh too! our chan is just so talented, maybe he should start an acting career! because i swear, it’s like… chan is gone and pi ch–"

as much as you loved dokyeom’s voice, whether talking, singing or laughing, you just wanted to doze off after an exhausting day. but he just wouldn’t stop talking.

"–possessed him! i swear i think my ribs got fractured after laughing so hard, he was just so into it–"

seokmin suddenly felt your lips crushing on his. the taste of your toothpaste exploded on his tongue, freezing on spot due to the passion of your kiss. it felt like eternity but in a good way; he kissed you back until he couldn’t breathe anymore. you noticed that and pulled away, this time facing him and burying your face into his side.

"i love you, kyeom, but for the love of mine please go to sleep" you murmured softly and he fell silent. not only because you told him to, also because his huge grin prevented him from further talking.

┆彡 SEUNGKWAN [ 승관 ]

"what a beautiful view…" seungkwan let out a deep sigh, looking amazed at the panoramic in front of him. you were holding his hand and admiring it too.

it was a random tuesday afternoon and you decided to go on a hike on a nearby hill. and even though it was exhausting, it was worth it. pallets of greens and yellows sprung in front of your eyes, blurring with the cloudless, blue sky.

"this one is more beautiful tho" you hummed suddenly. seungkwan turned around to see what did you mean but you just pecked his lips and squeezed his hand with a cheeky smile.

"that was so cheesy…" he rolled his eyes and while you turned again to adore the nature, his eyes stayed glued to your face with amused smile.

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[hoshifighting]

hii would you write something like edging jun or not letting him cum for no nut november?? 🙏

edging jun on NNN [no nut november]

WARNINGS: smut, handjob, edging, orgasm denial, teasing.

it’s no nut november, and jun’s the type of dude who takes shit like that way too seriously. like, you had to watch him solemnly promise to himself: “not even gonna look at her thighs 😤✋.” like you’re just her now?

so, naturally, your mission is to ruin him.

“baby, can you please move over?” his voice comes out tight, like he’s already choking on the effort.

you don’t move. you’re perched on his lap, all warm and smug in your oversized hoodie and, yeah, nothing else. your thighs are spread just enough to make him see, and that stupid pair of grey sweatpants is doing zero to hide how badly he’s losing this challenge.

“what, am i heavy or somethin’?” you blink at him all innocent, dragging your hips juuust slightly like you’re adjusting your seat.

jun practically whimpers. it’s pathetic.

“no! you’re not heavy—fuck—can you just—ugh—” he cuts himself off with a hiss, hands clenching the couch cushion instead of your hips.

you lean closer, letting your lips brush against his ear. “you’re so tense, babe. wanna help you relax.” your voice is dripping with false sugariness, and you swear you feel him tremble under you.

“you’re the opposite of relaxing,” he mutters, glaring up at you with that stupid flushed face of his. you tilt your head, pretending to think about it.

“hmm, okay. maybe this’ll help.”

your hands slide under his hoodie, and his skin is burning. fingers dance along his abs, light and teasing, while you let your nails scrape just enough to make him squirm. you watch his jaw tighten, his breathing get shakier, and it’s the best high you’ve ever felt.

“you’re—fucking—evil,” he grits out, squeezing his eyes shut like not looking at you will help. it doesn’t.

“evil? me?” you giggle, running your hands higher until your thumbs brush his nipples. that gets a reaction—his hips jerk up without control, and you bite back a grin when you feel him twitch against your thigh.

“okay, okay, stop,” he pants as he shakes his head. “i can’t—y/n, seriously—”

but there’s no seriously here, not when you’re having this much fun. your lips find his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses that are just shy of biting. he’s trying so hard to keep his hands to himself, but when you drag your teeth along his jaw, they shoot up to grab your hips.

“thought you were stronger than this, not even a week in and you’re falling apart?”

“y/n, please.”

“please what?” you ask, feigning confusion while your fingers toy with the waistband of his sweats. “you’re gonna have to be more specific, baby.”

“you—fuck—” he’s so flustered, it’s adorable. “you know exactly what—shit—i hate you.”

you grin, lips brushing against his skin again. “love you too, babe.” your grin stretches wider when you slip a hand under his waistband, fingers curling around him. he gasps as your thumb brushes over the wet tip of his cock.

“oh, babe,” you coo, voice dripping sweett as you tighten your grip just enough to make him buck up into your palm. “look at you. you’re so sensitive.”

“y/n—oh my god—” his voice cracks like he’s on the verge of tears. his hands are gripping your thighs now. you’re too busy watching his face—his furrowed brows, the eyes rolling back,, the way his lips part with every shaky breath.

“why’re you doing this to yourself, hm?” your voice is soft, teasing, like you’re genuinely curious. “you could just—oh, i don’t know—lose.”

“no,” he chokes out immediately, shaking his head. “i’m not—i’m not fucking losing—”

you hum, pretending to consider his words, and your hand starts to move—slow and wet strokes that have him arching off the couch. “really? ‘cause from where i’m sitting, you look real close to giving up.”

his cock twitches in your grip, a bead of precum sliding down to coat your fingers. you look down at it, letting out a soft gasp like it’s the most fascinating thing you’ve ever seen.

“oh, babe, you’re dripping,” you murmur, spreading the slickness with your thumb. he follows your gaze, his breath catching as he watches you pump him. “you’re such a mess,” you add. “so wet for me.”

“y/n, please—” his voice is breaking, ragged and desperate. his hips are moving on their own now, thrusting up into your hand like he’s completely lost control.

“shh,” you whisper, leaning down to press a kiss to his temple. “let me help you, yeah?”

you speed up just enough to send him stupid, his moans getting louder. you feel him start to tense under you, and you know he’s close—so, naturally, you stop.

“wha—no—no, no, no—” he’s practically begging, his hips still jerking like he’s trying to chase the feeling. “why did you—fuck—why did you stop?”

you shrug, pulling your hand away completely and licking the slick off your fingers. “thought you didn’t wanna lose, babe. i’m just helping.”

“you’re insane,” he groans, throwing his head back against the couch.

“yeah, probably,” you agree, climbing off his lap like you’re totally unaffected by all of this.

he’s panting, trembling, but he still tries to glare at you. “this is—this is actual torture—”

“relax, babe,” you tease, flopping down next to him and running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “you’ll thank me later.”

but, of course, you’re not done.

not even five minutes later, your hand is back in his sweats, stroking him again like you can’t help yourself. his cock is still so hard, the head flushed and angry-looking, and his body jerks like he’s aching for relief.

“you’re so cute like this,” you whisper honey-sweet. “all desperate and needy. you sure you’re gonna make it through the whole month?”

he tries to answer, but all that comes out is a choked whimper as you tighten your grip and drag your thumb over his slit.

“poor baby,” you coo, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth. “bet you wanna cum so bad, huh?”

“yes,” he breathes, the word falling from his lips before he can stop it. his eyes widen like he’s just betrayed himself, but you’re too busy grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

“aww,” you mock, your strokes slowing again. “but you can’t, can you? gotta stay strong for the boys.”

the boys? yeah, the boys. it all started with an almost common sense between them. you cant help but hate them for a little bit.

he groans, his hands gripping your wrists like he’s trying to make you move faster. but you don’t let him. instead, you pull away again, leaving him trembling and gasping like he’s about to scream.

“you’re so mean!” he whines broken.

“and you’re soooo stubborn.” you shoot back, pressing one last kiss to his cheek before settling back into the couch like nothing happened.

[voxslays]

JUST LIKE CANDY — SQUID GAMES MEN

Summary: The squid games men with a sweet, kind, and slightly naive reader, who is just a total sweetheart throughout the games. Warnings: American!Reader mentioned in the salesman’s part.

HWANG IN-HO

❀ How did such a sweet, caring being such as yourself end up in a place like this? That was In-ho’s first thought when you ran up to him, inviting to sit with your group, which conveniently had Gi-hun already in it. You could be useful. You were so young. Your trusting and naive nature was going to get you hurt. He knew what the people in these games would do for money, so from that day forward he vowed to protect you.

❀ He cheered you on in six legged race, making sure his guards knew not to kill you just in case your team didn’t make it to the end for some reason. And in mingle, he made sure you were no more than an arms length from him at all times. He’s gotta keep you safe, doesn’t he? And in the end—during the rebellion—he refuses to let you join. In-ho can’t risk losing another person he cares about. It would destroy him. So he begs you to stay put, and you do.

❀ When he finally makes it back to his quarters and becomes the frontman again, he makes sure you’re safe. For the next three games, he wastes no time telling the guards that they should give you hints and clues on the next games. Once this is all over, you two can be together, as you should’ve been all along.

THE SALESMAN (GONG YOO)

❀ When the salesman sees you—a foreigner, likely American—sitting on a wooden bench in the park he liked to walk in during his ‘work’ hours, he couldn’t help but think of what an impeccable target you would be. A perfect contestant for the games. So, Gong-Yoo approached you, expecting the normal untrusting response. Maybe you’d be confused, speaking in English or poor Korean.

❀ But the recruiter was shocked when you waved at him politely, letting him sit beside you. Yet, the most shocking of all, your Korean was amazing for a foreigner. He didn’t even have time to offer you a card to the games before he was engaged in a polite conversation with you. Gong-Yoo didn’t even want to recruit you for the games anymore. Despite being a sadist, subjecting you to such pain and torment seemed wrong for him to do.

❀ Gong-Yoo finds you every day on the same bench, waiting for him. You two quickly become friends, and then something more. The Salesman finds himself excited for your company. So when he asks you to get dinner with him, he couldn’t be more pleased when you happily accept his offer. Another win for him.

HWANG JUN-HO

❀ When Jun-ho discovers an American officer has been transferred to his department, he finds himself slightly intrigued. When he finally meets you, he’s shocked. When he thought of an American, you were the farthest thing from it. You were a complete angel. Not like how the other detectives had described Americans as patriotic and cocky. No, you were different, and Jun-ho feels himself drawn to you.

❀ Jun-ho suggests you work on the case together. I mean, you’re new to the country, aren’t you? You might need some help navigating Seoul! What if you get lost? Jun-ho should be there to guide you for your first time. That, and he might have…maybe…wanted to get to know you better. The two of you find yourselves meeting up quite frequently. At the park, the local library, the station. Anywhere, really.

❀ When the two of you finally ‘crack the case,’ as you say back in the states, Jun-ho cant help but fawn over you like a teenage boy. The way your excitement shows through your gleaming eyes, or how you immediately go to give him a high five. Yeah, he knows you’re the one for him.

[seungcheorry]

svt as mundane things they do for their s/o

seungcheol walks on the side of the sidewalks that are closer to the street.

jeonghan knows by heart your order at the restaurant you love.

joshua always pulls chairs and holds doors open for you.

junhui double checks your order whenever you two eat at a new place so he can make sure there's nothing you're allergic to in it.

soonyoung makes sure to always grab two pots of leftovers from his mom's house - one for him, one for you.

wonwoo is the one who cleans your glasses for you, you don't even need to ask.

woozi plugs your phone to the charger when you fall asleep at night and forgets to do so.

seokmin ties your shoelaces for you whenever they untie and he's around.

mingyu is always refilling your water bottle, you don't even notice that it never gets empty.

minghao rides the escalator behind you, especially when you're wearing a dress or a skirt.

seungkwan restocks your favorite snacks at his place and scolds/whines at jeonghan if he eats them. they're meant for you and you only.

vernon doesn't mind giving you his jacket whenever you're cold, that's actually the reason why he's always carrying one around.

chan doesn't mind carrying the bags for you when you two go grocery shopping together, especially the heavy ones.

a/n: here are the drabbles i promised. hope you all like it ❤️🍒

[kittyhuii]

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡ 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎 ⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

✦ genre: smut, fluff towards the end

✦ pairings: minghao x gn!reader x jun

✦ word count: 2.2k

✦ warnings and content: poly au (idk if this is a warning), reader wears lingerie, reader is called angel, smut, cursing, unprotected sex, threesome, double penetration, blowjob, deepthroat, messy sex. (Please do tell me if I missed some warnings ) mdni!!!

synopsis: People have always said that two is better than one, but is having two cocks inside you at the same time really a good idea?

You’re nervously sitting on the couch in the living room of your shared apartment with your boyfriends – yes, boyfriends. The feeling of nervousness grows on you as you now start to fidget with your fingers, anticipating the return of your lovers from work. A few more moments of silence passed and the knob of the door finally started turning and the lock clicked open. 

Jun turned the knob around and pushed the door open, only to be greeted by you — their lover, dressed in an oversized shirt with a loose sleeve that reveals a side of your shoulder and a length that drapes down until your knees. 

"Hey, Happy Anniversary~" Jun smiled at you as he cupped your cheek and gave you a peck on the lips. "Lemme put these down first," he said as he shook the bags of groceries in his arms, you nodded in response. 

Following behind Jun was Minghao, equipped with a long sleeved polo that accentuates his broad shoulders and lean figure. "Hey, Angel" he says as he makes his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him with a hit of the sole of his shoe.

Minghao wasted no time, one of his hands was already on your hip and the other on the nape of your neck as he started planting kisses on your face. "Missed me much?" you teased while you wrapped your arms around his neck, and he only hummed in response. Minghao continued to pepper your face with kisses, and your shared giggles could be heard across the room and could also be heard by Jun. 

You soon feel two more hands on your waist, “Having fun without me, hm?” Jun says as he buries his face on your neck. “Mmh– wait” you breathe out and the boys were quick to do as you say. “I… I have a present for you two,” you started and the two men looked at you, a part of them anticipating for the said gift. Stepping away from Jun and Minghao, you hold on to the hem of your shirt and start pulling on it. 

“You? You’re the gift?” Jun said as his face lit up with joy, “best gift ever!” he exclaimed. “What? No.” you quickly cut him off. “Just…unwrap me and see” you said, now with a faint blush on your cheeks. Jun and Minghao exchanged a glance at each other before they did as you told. Minghao walked up to your side and slowly lifted the hem of your shirt up to your head, with Jun pulling it off and revealing your body. 

They surely didn’t expect to see you in lingerie – their favorite pair as well – the ones they got you for your birthday a few years back, and surely you know how that went down. The red lace that was intricately crafted to highlight the wonders of one’s body. Seeing you again in red definitely turned something on for both Jun and Minghao. “Aw, is this all for us?” Minghao cooed as he had his hand on your bare waist. You felt a shiver from the contrast of his cold palm on your warm skin. “Do we get to unwrap this too?” Jun half-heartedly joked with a curl on the corner of his lips. “Now now, let’s not be too hasty… let’s take our time” Minghao lightly scolded Jun. 

Minghao took both of your hands and intertwined it with his as he connected his lips with yours. On the other hand, your neck was now Jun’s territory as he started leaving a trail of wet kisses on the skin of your neck. As the two continued to have their way with you, Minghao’s kisses soon turned into a tongue-filled makeout session and the love bites Jun left on your neck turned your skin into a red and maroon colored mess. With each passing moment, the feeling of getting filled by your boyfriends’ cocks grew more, to the point that no amount of foreplay will satisfy you anymore; so, you pull away, catching your breath and leading the two men into your bedroom.

You hold onto each of their hands as you lead Jun and Minghao to the bedroom. Letting go of Jun’s hand, you open the door, revealing the room that was dimly lit by scented candles that will surely set the mood. Minghao and Jun were amused, better yet, they were in the mood just like you’d hope. The boys looked at you with smirks plastered on their faces as you made your way into your bed and sprawled yourself on it, the anniversary gift in all its glory. 

“It’s a shame that we have to unwrap you off this beautiful lace, Angel.”  Minghao stated, admiring the said lace that was barely covering your body as they both slowly walked to your side. “But if that means getting to admire all of you, then so be it.” as soon as the words leave his mouth, you feel Minghao’s fingers on your back – fidgeting with the shoulder straps as his fingers brush over your skin. As one strap falls off your shoulder, it reveals more skin just to your lovers' liking — your nipples just about to pop out. On the other side of the bed, Jun takes the other strap of your lingerie and does the exact same — tracing his fingers on the skin of your shoulder as he slowly gets the strap to fall off your shoulder. 

With each passing second you grew needy and empty – only Minghao and Jun could rid you of this feeling, so you had to take matters into your own hands. You grab onto their hands that were on your shoulder and guide them to your chest, letting them grope your breasts, as the fabric of the lingerie reveals more of you. “So pretty for us,” Jun whispered, his hot breath hitting your skin. Now, with only a paper thin fabric covering the area lower than your waist, Jun delicately laid you on the bed – your back rested on the comforter and your body on full display in front of the boys that were on the foot of the bed.

The room was soon filled with each other’s pants of pleasure and the sound of the bed creaking. Your arms wrapped around Minghao’s neck as he was leaving a trail of wet kisses on your collarbone, while Jun was groping your breasts and playing with your nipples. You arch your back from the feeling of overstimulation, and as you do, you feel the bulge behind Jun’s sweatpants on your ass. Jun groaned from the pain his erection was giving him, he nuzzled the nape of your neck, also leaving kisses as his hands trailed from your chest down to your hips.

Minghao’s trail of hickies left on your body continued until the skin of your breasts, and as he was sucking on the skin and your nipple, his free hand played with the nipple of your other breast. “Ah– mmh…” was all that could escape your lips, you were just a total mess  – sandwiched in between the bodies of your boyfriends. Soon enough, the clothed erection of Jun that you were feeling on your turned into the actual thing – the tip of his cock rubbing on your lower back–  pleasuring himself on you. 

“Wait–” you blurted out as you were picking yourself up, you positioned yourself, now you were on your knees on the bed – ready to take both of them. Without hesitation, the boys picked up what you were trying to tell with your actions. Behind you, Jun lined himself on your entrance, gently brushing the tip of his cock on your hole that was clenching around nothing, earning a whine from you. Meanwhile, Minghao stood up, his crotch leveled with your face as he started to unbuckle his pants, revealing a not so discreet erection inside of his boxers. As he pulled down his boxers, his cock sprung out almost hitting the tip of your nose. Now with Minghao’s cock out in all its glory, you can finally admire it – his cock that was firm and definitely on the longer side, with a tip that’s slightly flushed red and a singular vein that runs through its whole length. You gulped on your saliva, now uncertain whether you can take his whole cock on your mouth, because you seemingly can’t get used to how long Minghao was. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt Jun shove his throbbing cock inside of you, making you gasp; and just as you did, Minghao took this as an opportunity to slide his veiny length inside your mouth, feeling the warm skin of his cock hit your tongue. 

Feeling such an intense sensation your legs wobble, so you hold onto Minghao’s thighs as support. As you gripped your hands onto the muscles of Minghao’s thighs, Jun slowly continued to push himself inside you. Just as your hole was occupied, so was your mouth. Minghao, whose cock was in your mouth, slowly started to move his hips back and forth – with every motion your throat was being hit by the tip of his cock, making you choke back sobs and strings of saliva escape your lips. Amidst the ambient sounds of the bed creaking and the floorboards squeaking, tears well up on your eyes as you were getting fucked from not one, but two holes. You felt Jun's grip on your hips harder as he thrusted hard and deep into you, hitting your sweet spot which made you arch your back in pleasure and the tears on the corners of your eyes finally fall. 

Being completely enamored by your boyfriends, you didn’t notice the glance they exchanged with each other as you and Jun are now laying down, with Jun under and you above him, dick still inside you. As you lay down on top of Jun, getting cockwarmed, Minghao who was beside you two moved in front of you now – watching as you start to grind your hips on Jun – with a hand wrapped around his length, he started to stroke his own cock.  

“Fuck…” Minghao grunted out of frustration, “You wouldn’t mind having two cocks inside of you right, Angel?” he added, looking at your disheveled figure, waiting for an answer. You don’t know what’s gotten into you but there was no doubt that you nodded your head yes because you felt your hole getting further stretched as Minghao pushed himself inside you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you’ve never felt pleasure as much as you did now. Having two cocks inside you definitely wasn’t in your bucket list, but you realize that it should have been there sooner if it was going to make you this crazy.

If the room couldn’t be louder with all the squeaking of the bed, your moans and the grunts of Jun and Minghao surely can be heard by neighbors at this point, but you couldn’t care less – you just wanted to chase your high and so do they

The climax you were longing for felt closer as Jun and Minghao continued to penetrate you, closing your eyes, you mutter, “I’m close–”.  “Me too– Fuck–” the man under you says as his grip on your waist tighten and the pace of his thrusts quicken. The friction with Jun’s cock rubbing on your insides and Minghao’s cock only aroused the man into a state of madness. With one last thrust, you felt Jun’s cock hit your sweet spot once more, making you arch your back as you finally hit your long awaited climax. As Jun pulled out his cock, you felt each other’s love liquids gush outside from you, creating lewd noises. Not long after, the other male who was still inside you had his cock twitching, his climax not too far now as he was picking up his pace. 

With one last grunt and thrust, Minghao quickly pulled his cum-covered cock from inside you and strings of white liquid squirts out of the reddish tip of his cock, his cum pooling on your abdomen. He bent over and guided his tongue from your chest, down to your belly button. With his tongue, he licks the cum off your abdomen before he starts giving you wet kisses – his cum that was on his tongue, now inside the roof of your mouth as you two sloppily make out. 

After celebrating your anniversary with dinner in your apartment, you three finally cuddle up on your bed, basking in each others’ embrace. Under the sheets between Jun and Minghao, you yawn as you feel your eyelids getting heavier with each passing second. You let yourself succumb to sleep, grabbing onto a pillow and hugging it tight before closing your eyes. “Goodnight, love” Jun says, as he cups your face, and Minghao plants a kiss on your forehead, saying his goodnight as well. Just as you were getting comfortable, you thought – two really is better than one – your lips curled up into a smirk before finally falling asleep between Jun and Minghao’s loving arms.

a/n: oh gosh writing this fic took me longer than expected. This fic was purely inspired by my horny thoughts 😭, hope yall enjoy it tho

[niki-phoria]

LOOK AT ME, CAN YOU BREATHE?

gestures of affection from svt performance team !!

KWON SOONYOUNG is loud. his affection comes in the form of playful teasing and stolen glances in your direction. his grin grows with each one; the corners of his eyes crinkle into crescents. 

silence is hard to come by around the members of seventeen. their voices blend into a familiar chaos you’ve grown fond of, but the noise is sometimes hard to break through. you could never complain, though, at how quick soonyoung is to make sure you’re heard too. 

“soonyoung,” you say. he pauses immediately, now turning to face you. the rest of the world disappears in mere moments. it feels like you’re the only two people in the room. 

when he leans in to hear you better, you heart starts beating just a little bit faster. soonyoung closes the distance between your bodies in mere seconds. his voice drops to match your own; his attention now entirely focused on you. “what were you saying, baby?”

WEN JUNHUI doesn’t do it on purpose. it’s almost become a habit for him - something he does without thought. your knuckles brush against jun’s before his hand casually slips into your own, intertwining your fingers together. 

his skin feels warm against your own, contrasted by the cool metal of his rings. your fingers fit together like two connecting pieces of a puzzle. jun’s thumb casually brushes against your knuckles, tracing miscellaneous shapes wherever he can reach. 

it’s a familiar feeling; one that sends butterflies swarming throughout your stomach. jun’s intimacy is quiet. it leaves no room for debate but easily goes unnoticed by unknowing passersby. 

it’s only when he casually calls your name that your attention is drawn away from the feeling of his skin resting against your own. jun smiles softly, lips curled upwards slightly and eyes crinkled at the corners. he gently squeezes your hand when he stands up from the table. “let’s go home.” 

XU MINGHAO’S gaze is captivating. meeting his gaze feels like staring into an abyss - deep and endless. you can all but feel the way he’s studying your features. his eyes sweep across each of your features, as if he’s admiring a sculpture in a museum. even when you briefly glance away, he’s always looking at you.

silence envelops the room. morning sunlight filters in through the cracks of your curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. heat floods your face as you finally break, glancing towards your barely opened windows. minghao offers a soft, fond smile in return.  

“you seem lost in thought,” you murmur. your voice is quiet, careful not to break the tranquility of the moment. “is something wrong?”

“no,” he replies. minghao’s voice is low and smooth. he shifts, slowly closing the distance between you. his gaze falls to your lips then, lingering for just a few seconds too long. “everything's perfect.”

your breath hitches in your throat when LEE CHAN gingerly cups your face. his thumb strokes against your cheek, lips moving against yours in a familiar rhythm. his hands roam across your body before he wraps them around your shoulders, deepening the kiss even more.

chan nips at your bottom lip when you finally pull away. his chapstick has transferred to your own lips, tinting them a faint shade of pink. “sorry,” he smiles sheepishly as he reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair in place. 

“it’s okay,” you stifle a chuckle when you pull away. your hands rest on his chest as you half heartedly push him away. “but i have to go now. really.” 

chan pauses. “fine,” he murmurs as he relents, but he doesn’t pull away. not yet. instead, his eyes flutter shut as he leans in once more. shivers race down your spine when he whispers, “just one more,” before his lips meet yours.

notes: gn reader but written with male reader in mind, around 150 words each, little tempted to make dino's into a full fic, i go back and forth on using their stage names vs real names and i still can't decide what i like more, first svt reaction :)) this idea was inspired by this post by @wonryllis !!

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[mi9yuz]

when their bb girl steals ur phone ✶ svt hyung line

fluff , lots of pet names @wonkierideul