#junxreader

[jeonhwang]

Heyyy!!! I love your works!!! Anyways Jun is killing me these days n i CAN'T GET HIM OUT OF MY MIND I EVEN DREAMT OF HIM LIKE MY MAN IS KILLING ME- I'm srry anyways ya so what i was thinking was like you and Jun go to party n you wore a short dress which made everyone go crazy after you ofc Jun too n he got jealous becuz of smth?idk n he gave you a silent treatment during the drive to home but as soon as you reached home girl you are done for real he makes you realise that YOU ARE HIS like he makes you see the whole universe bruh I'm sorry I'm going crazy after him

well... thank you!!!

Fuuh I can feel the energy from this 😂 AND no need to be sorry cause let's be real WE ALL ARE CRAZY FOR JUN!!

Yess he'll be so bitchy about it too! He compliments you non stop before the party. How it hugs your curve and how it highlights your assets. But then on the way back, he won't even reply you, like he lost the ability to speak.

And to be honest, you know what is up. You just don't want to surrender yet. The dress was a present from him, and he told you you'd look so hot in it. He's right by the way, so you don't really get why is he being so jealous about it.

"Did you have fun?" His question startles you. Your head jerks toward him, trying so hard to read his face but he remain stoic.

"Yes." You curtly answer. "But with you dragging me soon after was not though." A scowl is evident on your face.

And to that he scoffs. How dare he pulled you away from the eyes of those who oogled on you. How dare he did that to you. How dare of him.

"Maybe I should teach you how to properly act when you're around strangers hmm?"

You feel your mouth twitching, wanting to reply but you don't want to add more to the fire. Butterflies and fireworks just explode in your tummy, making you more restless.

"Answer me." He puts the gear on 'P' and now leaning to face you. You arrived home, and he still won't let it go and his gaze burns the side of your face, waiting for you to answer. But none comes out from you.

He sighs. "Fine, I'll teach you. I'll teach you until you won't behave that way anymore. So that you know not to bend and simply flash what belongs to me. Got it?"

[fatgirlwritesscenarios]

Lace Panties

((A/N: Yet another one that was a request I completed and the whole post in its entirety got deleted. I can’t believe how many requests I actually got at the beginning when I started writing for Seventeen. I need everyone to keep in mind that these requests ARE old and were written before I made the decision to make this a Plus-Size Reader Friendly blog. Don’t worry, though. We’ll get to those soon!))

Pairing: JunxReader

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Word Count: 2,178

Summary: As much as Jun wishes he never had to leave your side, especially after the time you were allowed to spend together was so short, his responsibilities as an idol calls and he must heed it. You throw the smallest of tantrums in the form of teasing caresses and a firm, suggestive grip somewhere only you can touch and it’s then that Jun decides...he can be a little late.

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It was unclear what it was he had done to deserve this torture, but Jun felt so attacked right now with little time to do much about it. Seventeen had schedules that day and while S.Coups had let him spend the night with you, a luxury he hasn’t been allowed in far too long, the leader had been very firm about the one condition: he had to be on time for the schedules.

Jun thought that would be a piece of cake. There was no way he could mess that up. But oh…how wrong he had been. How he forgot the huge tease you tended to be when pouting.

Again, he didn’t know what he did to deserve this torture…but he felt so very attacked right now.

“Getting ready to leave me already?” you sighed from your place on the bed, lazing over the covers like a mischievous cat with a dirty trick hidden up her sleeve, “And here I thought I still had you all to myself for another hour and a half.”

“No, baby. I have to meet with the guys in an hour and a half,” he reminded you, fresh from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist, “And it’s smart for me to start getting ready now to be on time. If I’m late, Coups will never let me stay over again.”

Another sigh escaped your lips and you turned on your back, facing the bedroom window as the morning sun spilled into the room. Jun glanced at you, withholding a groan of appreciation as the sun danced over your skin, outlining every exposed curve and dip of your body. You were wearing nothing more than his t-shirt from last night-which you pulled on after he removed it to get ready for bed- and a pair of your lace panties. You knew how much he loved seeing that combination, a piece of him mingling with a piece of you. You had to know- he told you on a near daily basis with any outfit that you put together. Anything of his that you paired with anything of yours made him swell with pride and sometimes, such as in this case, swell lower with lust.

His eyes drifted over your curves, lingering on the hardened peaks of your nipples poking through the cotton of his shirt before sliding down to rest on the apex between your thighs, the flimsy lace hiding you from him, giving him only the slightest peak of what he desired. It was as if you felt his burning gaze on you, prompting you to turn your head back towards him just as Jun licked his lips hungrily.

He started and then turned around quickly, moving towards the dresser to rifle through the drawers and to give him a moment to collect himself as his erection rose to half-mast; he couldn’t afford to become distracted by you, not now…not when he was being so good. You smiled wickedly and stifled a giggle at his plight.

Jun tried to continue the conversation like normal; “Please don’t pout at me like that, Y/N. I’ll feel guilty all day and won’t be able to concentrate on the schedules,” he whined, searching through his drawers for underwear.

You groaned in disappointment yourself, rising from the bed and trekking quietly up behind him, your eyes flashing hot and dangerous. He had no idea what was about to hit him, your fingers itching to play. Once close enough, you allowed your fingers to slide onto his lower back, creeping forward and around, gliding up his stomach where they eventually settled.

Jun had gone stock still, shoulders tensing and manhood twitching to life. You wanted to chuckle, but that would ruin the game.

“And why shouldn’t I pout?” you whined back, scratching oh so lightly at his stomach, hands dipping low to the edge of the towel, “After weeks of waiting patiently, I only get to spend one night with you and the next morning you’re practically bolting back to the boys earlier than you need to. I almost feel jealous- as if you prefer them over me.”

You traced the edge of the towel with a sly little finger, caressing his stomach and causing goosebumps to race over all of Jun’s body. He was practically shivering, biting his lips to keep from moaning as you kissed his naked shoulder. Your teeth nibbled tenderly, giving him a taste of what he was going to miss as your hand then slid further down, curving over his rigidness through the towel and giving it just the slightest squeeze.

You were being so unfair.

“We didn’t even get to have sex last night.” Your voice purred in his ear, biting the shell while continuing to stroke his bulge painfully slow, “I was completely drenched for you, but you were passed out asleep before I even got a chance to mention anything.”

Jun was trembling under your teasing ministrations, hips bucking involuntarily into your hand. He tried to hold on to his sanity, to remember that he had a promise to keep so he wouldn’t lose his visiting privileges. He could hear Seungcheol in the back of his head now, see that stern look on his face, but it was all fading into nothingness and rapidly, too. The pleasure, the need, the temptation that was you was all too much to resist.

“I was hoping to have an opportunity this morning to do something, in the hour and a half that we had left…” you trailed off, grinning wickedly. You had him right where you wanted him. All you had to do to deliver the kill blow was slide your fingers into the overlap of the towel…and gently…grip…

Jun exhaled sharply.

You swiftly pulled away.

“But! Since you’re so adamant about getting back, I guess we’ll have to wait until next time!”

Jun was short-circuiting, whipping around to see you sauntering back to the bed with a smile hidden behind your hand. All the gears in his head jammed up, all the blood in his body rushed to his boner, and Seungcheol’s voice making him promise to be back in time for the schedules silenced immediately. All that mattered at that moment was you, that gorgeous ass of yours wiggling as you slid back onto the bed, and his molten desire to be buried deep inside of you.

You barely had a chance to congratulate yourself for your own trickery- he deserved to get teased for trying to leave you so early- when Jun was pouncing on you, making you giggle at the haste with which he handled you. He pinned you face down, his hand gripping the back of your neck and the other giving your raised ass a sharp smack. You gasped at the sting, hips instinctively jolting forward in an attempt to avoid another assault, but they came right back when Jun pressed his painfully hard erection against your pantie-clad core.

Excitement flared through you, a wave of arousal drenching your panties within seconds. This was about to get very rough very fast and you were going to enjoy every moment of it.

“Did you really think you could tease me like that and get away with it, you little minx?” he growled above you, “You better consider yourself lucky that we don’t have much time, otherwise I would be punishing you all day for this.”

“Oh, how unfortunate,” you giggled back, shrieking when he smacked your ass again and then yanked on your panties so hard, they tore right off.

“Such a smart mouth. I would love to see it filled with my cock, but that will have to wait for another time. Right now, I’ll just leave you with this…”

You wondered what he was getting at when he trailed off, but soon received your answer, a shuddering moan spilling past your lips. Jun’s tongue licked a long line from your clit to your entrance, slithering between the folds of your sex to catch your essence leaking forth. You wiggled and squirmed, pushing back against his face, crying for more. He kept you stationary with his hands on your ass, burying his face between your cheeks and eating you out hungrily. You felt him roll his tongue around your clit, sucking the little nub before going back to his slithering motion.

Considering how you had technically been aroused since the night before, it didn’t long at all for you to reach your first orgasm, the pleasuring rolling through you like the waves of a stormy sea. Jun drank down what he cared to catch, leaving the rest to dribble down your thighs, leaving a gleam on your sex that made him want you all the more.

“You taste divine, baby,” he whispered huskily, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and moving to hover over you once more, lining himself up, “But nothing beats how you feel.”

With a sharp snap of his hips, he was buried deep inside your core, the pulsating walls clenching around him. He groaned at the heat that engulfed him, smirking at your surprised cry that quickly dulled into a needy whine, “Oh yes! Finally!”

He pulled back until only the tip remained and then snapped forward, your moans bouncing through the room. He quickly set a fast and deliciously rough pace, pushing your shirt up and palm pressing into the middle of your back while his other hand tangled itself in your hair. His strokes were powerful and unrelenting, your legs spread wide as his hips smacked against your ass again and again. Your breasts bounced in the confines of his shirt ,the bed creaked, your skin as well as his gleamed from the force of your combined exertions.

Jun released nothing more than the occasional grunt and groan, wanting his senses to be completely filled by you- your sounds, your smell, your completely submissive appearance and the way his hand slipped over your sweat-slick back. He wasn’t going to last long at this rate, his impending orgasm approaching with the twitching of his cock inside you.

“Y/N…I’m close,” he warned you over your cries, “Do you want me to come inside you?”

“Yes, god! Please! I want it!” you confirmed.

Those words drove him wild, Jun releasing your hair and gripping your hips tightly as his pace quickened impossibly fast. With a little maneuvering on your part, he was stroking right against your g-spot, stars blinding your vision until the very end when your own orgasm hit like a freight train. You screamed his name, voice cracking and throat raw from all the high-pitched keening you did. Your body shook from over stimulation, Jun riding you through your orgasm until he finally reached his. He poured himself into you, sticky ropes of his release filling you up and making you shudder.

He slumped forward, but caught himself before he crushed you underneath him, his cock still twitching inside your core. You both were spent and breathless, Jun’s hot breath fanning the back of your neck as he panted for air. The tension he didn’t even know had been wound up inside of him had completely melted away, a smile touching his lips as they pressed tender kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Was that good for you, Y/N?” he asked, stroking your stomach and thighs affectionately.

“Mmmm…perfect,” you sighed, squeaking some when he pulled himself out, his release leaking down your thighs.

He turned you onto your back and fit himself between your legs, the both of you sharing the sweetest of kisses. He cradled the back of your neck, stroking it carefully as if apologizing for gripping you so roughly there. You caressed his shoulders and back, absently thinking how nice it would be next time to dig your nails into his bronze skin.

“…I think I’m going to be a little late after all,” he murmured against your lips, amused when you actually looked a little guilty.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, smiling still when his lips rolled a kiss onto your cheek.

“Don’t be, baby. I needed you, too. Seungcheol will understand.” He sat up a little, feeling the stickiness starting to dry between his legs, “I need another shower. Join me?”

You nodded happily and lifted your arms when Jun pulled your shirt up, tossing it aside as his eyes trained on your breasts.

“Next time, I’ll make sure to give these attention, too,” he said, cupping your breasts gently and kissing the valley between them, “Next time, I’ll make sure that we have longer than an hour and a half so I can pay attention to all of you.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, giggling girlishly when he then scooped you up in his arms and started for the bathroom.

He chuckled along with you as the two of you disappeared inside the bathroom to get cleaned up, the discarded shirt of his you were wearing now laying forgotten next to your torn, lace panties.

A piece of him with a piece of you.

[dinoshaur]

could you write a junxreader smut where you guys are having sex and minghao walks in, getting really flustered as you scream jun’s name or some shit idk i’m really horny rn

ahhhhh as much as i want to, i’m unfortunately going to have to say sorry because i don’t write smut :( however!!!!! i do know that @yeehawshi does write smut/sexy times so do head over there and maybe they’ll do a commission for you!

(and due to university picking up, i haven’t been able to write much as well so i’m also really sorry about that)

[redgrapetae]

delivery boy!JunxReader like in BoomBoom?

notsure if you still wanted the spy thing or just delivery boybut i’m going with the latter if that’s okay :)

also thanks for sending in this request !

Title: Shot In The Heart (& You’re The One To Blame)

“Settledin good?” Soonyoung asks me as he flops onto his bright red couch.I give a slow nod, gentle fingers softly parting the curtains as Itake in the view from outside. It was my first time in Korea with mybest friend, Soonyoung, and I had to admit, it was a beautiful place.

Soonyoungwatches me for a moment, before going back to the television.“Pretty?” He questions, and I let out a chuckle. He knew me well.“Very,” I hum. Wind blows through the open window, and strands ofhair fall into my vision. Tucking them  behind my ear, a loud ‘vroom’catches me by surprise. I watch, as a jet – black haired climbs offhis motorcycle, a large parcel in one hand.

Hishair is sticking up a little oddly from the helmet, but still, I takea step away from the window when I find myself blushing. He’scute. His wide dark brown eyes search the area before he makes adecisive turn towards the house opposite ours. For a moment, I thinkhe catches me staring, but then he looks away just as quick and Ican’t tell.

“Lookingat something?” Soonyoung joins me beside the window, seeing theback of Cute Delivery Boy slowly fade into the distance. A grin tugsat my best friend’s lips, “Hey, that’s Junhui!”.

Iclear my throat suddenly, and Soonyoung glances at me. I shake myhead to tell him 'I’m fine’ before saying, “You know him?”.

“Deliveryguy. Been passing me my parcels ever since I moved in. Don’t know himwell but -” Soonyoung folds his arms, leaning against the whitewalls. “Some people say he’s a delivery boy by day and a hella gooddancer by night,”.

Hemakes a weird sound resembling an explosion and wiggles his fingersin time with it. I can’t help but snort. “Pretty cool if you askme,” His gaze shoots back to the guy’s motorcycle. “Or maybe he’sa kpop idol trainee trying to earn some pocket money,” He shrugs,passing me a grin.

“Oh,”Is the only response I can form. Soonyoung strides over to thekitchen, muttering about cereal and some other thing. Just as soon asthe delivery boy gets back to his motorcycle, I duck away, moving tohelp Soonyoung with lunch instead.

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“I– uh – I didn’t order anything, I think,” I stutter, flushingin embarassment as I blink rapidly at the guy in front of me. Fromafar, he’s cute, up close, Junhui looks good. Like really. Andtall. Very. He’s wearing a black snapback, that’s just notquite the same colour as his hair, and has a black coat on thatframes his broad shoulders nicely.

Andall that was not helping with the clarity of my speechwhatsoever.

Soonyoungwasn’t home, and I was guessing it was his parcel. Junhui smiles atme almost knowingly, like he knows the effect he has on me. “Iknow,” He smiles, “You’re not the usual guy I meet when I deliversomething here. Are you new?”. Instantly, I scrunch my nose up,shaking my head.

“NoI just – he’s – I’m staying here with him,” I glance down atthe cardboard box in his hands.

“Oh,”His eyebrows knit together a little, and I immediately wonder why.“Well okay, if you could just sign here for your boyfrien-”.

“He’snot - !” I exclaim, even though I’m used to people mistakingSoonyoung and I for a couple. Calming down a little, I laugh it off,“He’s a best friend,” I explain. The frown disappears. “Okay,”His eyebrows shoot up in amusement, “Sign here for him maybe?” Heholds out a pen.

Ido as told, and am about to thank him and close the door when hewedges a foot between the door and us. “Actually,” He looks mestraight in the eyes, and it takes everything in me not to stumbleback at the intensity of it all. Stupid, ridiculously, charminggood – looking guys I groaned internally.

“There’sone more thing, that I think you ordered,”.

Itilt my head in confusion, “Are you sure? Because I’m sure Ididnt,”.

Hissmile only gets wider, and for some reason, it makes my heart skip abeat. “Well, I’m sure,”.

Ishrug, doing the sort of chuckle where you breathe harshly throughyour nose. “What is it?”.

“Myheart,” He says without missing a beat. This time, I flail so quickmy forehead hits against the door, and I yelp in pain. I can’t quiteseem to focus on the pain when my mind was literally racing as fastas my heart, and the redness on my cheeks was increased tenfold, muchlike my embarassment.

Hisround eyes go even bigger in concern, and he catches my arm when Ialmost trip again. I bite down hard on my lower lip so as not toscream because in what part of my plan or my day was thisscheduled to happen I had no idea.

“Sorry,”Junhui lets go after a while, “Too much?”.

Mylaugh comes out a little strangled, and his eyebrows quirk at thesound of it. “Maybe,” I breathe.

“I’msorry,” He extends a hand, “I’m Junhui by the way. But you cancall me Jun. I just thought you seemed cute, and well, nice. So Ijust wanted to get to know you, and well, I was wondering if youwanted to go out,” He says all this smoothly, although when I shakehis hand, I can feel the slight tremble and suppress a smile. “Withme,” He finishes.

“I– wow, I’m sorry I just – I mean like sure, I’m uh – y/n,” Ipull away, hoping to god my palm didn’t feel as sweaty as I thoughtit was. “y/n,” His eyes sparkle at that, “Pretty name. It suitsyou,”. Could this guy get any smoothe- “How about tonight?If you’re not busy?”.

Ijolt in my spot as my train of thoughts get abruptly cut off. Helooks at me a little worriedly. I sigh, “Sorry, I’m just reallynervous,”. Crap, why did I tell him that?

BeforeI can correct myself, he lets out a chuckle. “It’s okay. It’s kindacute, really,” Jun gives me a wink, (wow, okay, that’s kindarude just stealing my heart like that.) “See you then? I’lldrop by at 8,”.

Ihum, taking in a deep breath. “Maybe,” I tease, “Perhaps. If Idon’t forget,”.

Heclicks his tongue at this, before holding up his index and middlefinger tightly together and doing a short wave, “I doubt  you’llforget,”.

Andas he walks away, with a big grin hidden from my sight, all I can dois shut the door. He’s right.

[fatgirlwritesscenarios]

No Interruptions

((A/N: This one was another request that I completed a while back for someone!))

Pairing: JunxReader

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Word Count: 3,960

Summary: It’s too early in the morning for Jun to be this flirty and funny and endearing, but you’ve always been rather weak to his charms no matter the time of day, even though you’re 100% certain that it’s all just fun and games to him. On his one day off, Jun shows you just how much his feelings for you are not all fun and games.

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Deep breaths. Steady pace. The morning breeze cool against your skin, combating the sweaty heat pouring from you. Early morning runs were your ritual, partly because you were an early riser anyway and partly because there were less patrons around to ogle at you. Four years living in South Korea in the same city, same neighborhood with the same people and somehow, you still stopped traffic as people craned their necks to get a good look at you. Guess you would always be ‘the foreigner’, no matter how integrated you were in the culture.

Taking a break at the half way mark on your back home, you paced back and forth as you panted, taking a swig of your water to rehydrate yourself. The ringing of your phone interrupted your breathing exercises as well as the music once blaring in your earphones. Removing your phone from your hip, you saw a name that never failed to put a smile on your face or send your heart galloping through the fields.

“Morning, Jun.”

“Morning, Beautiful,” the raspy morning voice greeted you, your ears burning at the sound, “What are you doing?”

“What I do every morning,” you answered.

“Think about me?” God, you could practically hear that lovable smirk he no doubt had on his face.

You shook your head with our eyes rolling to the sky, feeling warm all over and grateful that he couldn’t see your blush darkening, “How are you such a flirt this early in the morning?”

“Any time’s a good time to flirt with you.”

‘He’s just teasing. Don’t get your hopes up,’ you warned yourself as Jun chuckled on the other end.

“Are you on your run, Y/N?” he asked, beginning to sound more awake.

“Naturally. Did you need something? Are you guys okay?” You became a little worried, a frown finding home on your face. It might seem too early for any of them to be getting into mischief, but with Seventeen and their psycho schedule, one can never be too certain.

“Everyone’s fine, so wipe that frown off of that pretty face of yours.” How did he know? “I, on the other hand, would definitely love to get a picture of you in your workout clothes. I bet your skin is glistening so beautifully right now. And you like to wear those crop tops on your run, too, right?”

It was too early for Jun to be doing this to you! You covered your eyes with your hands and resisted the urge to groan; that would only encourage him and you weren’t strong enough at the present time.

“Jun! Why are you like this?!” you cried.

His resonating laugh filled your ears and you found yourself snickering along with him. “Anyway, I have the day off today and was hoping we could hang out.”

“What, did all of your other friends turn you down already?” you teased, leaning back against a nearby railing to stretch your leg, “How sad.”

“It’s cute how you think I want to see anyone other than you. You know you’re my favorite.”

Goddammit! Your heart couldn’t take much more of this, his words giving you delicious hope as you secretly relished in every sweet word that poured out of his mouth all too naturally.

“So what’s up? Do you think you can hang out with me today? Please don’t break my heart and say no.” You heard him say, his voice dropping to a deep, persuasive tone that he knew you couldn’t resist. How could he not know? He’s used it on you countless times and gotten exactly what he wanted out of you without complaint on each occasion.

“I can hang out, you drama queen. Your place or mine?”

“Yours. I refuse to spend my one, rare day off competing against 12 other guys for your attention, especially since you’re my friend first.”

“Jesus, Jun, you are really trying to butter me up today!” And if he continued, you weren’t even going to be able to recover. Like ever.

“Have I ever told you that I love your weird little foreign phrases?”

Okay, that one sounded too sarcastic to be flirty. “What time did you want to come over?” you asked, checking the time on your phone.

“As soon as you’ll allow me. All I have to do is get dressed and then I’m there.”

“Slow down. At least give me a couple of hours to finish my run, take a shower and eat some breakfast,” you said, standing straight and starting off on a fast walk.

“You have an hour. I’ll stop and get us breakfast on my way there. I’ll get your favorite, so don’t worry. I’ll see you soon, Y/N.”

“See you soon, Jun. Be safe.”

“I’m supposed to say that to you since you’re out there jogging by yourself. Be careful.”

And you both hung up, your smile growing and your heart stuttering as you found a sudden rush of energy that propelled you forward faster. Three years knowing Jun and you still weren’t used to his charming, flirty definition of friendship. You met him when he was still just a trainee for Pledis and you and a friend were doing some freelance social media promotion work in the building. Your friendship took off immediately upon first meeting, the both of you connecting on a profound level since you were both foreigners in Korea and still struggling a bit with the language.

You were attracted to him right off the bat, drowning in his glistening brown eyes and wrecked by his stunning smile. You weren’t completely taken with him, though, until a year later when you literally looked up one day after learning every little detail and secret he had to share and realized that he was perfect.

You had fallen in love and it was the most beautifully terrifying experience of your life. Naturally shy and something of an introvert, you reveled in Jun’s shining personality, but retreated from it in the same breadth. You never felt good enough to be with him if only for the reason that you were too quiet and dim in comparison to his bright charisma. He needed someone who complemented him and that wasn’t you.

Still, you couldn’t stand the idea of never having him in your life, so even if it means repressing your feelings, you could live with just being friends.

It was all you could do. Nearly sprinting the last half mile back to your apartment, you run up the steps and through the door, noting you had a half hour to shower. Your skin was gleaming with sweat as you set your things down, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, stripping off your clothes crop top first. You suddenly blushed red, recalling Jun’s earlier request for a picture of your unruly, sweaty self.

“He’s so ridiculous,” you mumbled, stepping under the water and indulging in a well-deserved shower.

30 minutes exactly goes by. You had just slipped into a comfortable, casual outfit when a beat came at the door, Jun acting silly like always. You rolled your eyes and trekked to the door where you flung it open. The greeting you received was warm and smelled so good, Jun’s cologne making you dizzy as he wrapped you in his embrace.

“Hey Jerry,” you greeted back with his American name, giggling when he nuzzled his nose into your neck; he knew you were particularly ticklish there.

“Hey, Y/N,” he mumbled against your warm skin, using the Chinese name he gave you as a joke, you assumed, and squeezing you tight.

When you pulled back, he flashed you his winning smile and held up two plastic bags proudly. You noted the logo on the bags with delight filling your body.

“You really did get my favorite,” you gushed, peeking into one of the bags, “Either I was really nice to you recently or you want something from me.”

You crossed your arms and smiled playfully, Jun rolling his eyes in return. “Why do I have to explain myself every time I want to spoil?” he asked with a chuckle, turning you around by your shoulders and leading you into the living room, “And the only thing I want from you is your attention. So come on, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

He walked around you to start setting the food up on the coffee table. You stopped to watch him in return, admiring the effortless way he moved and the serene expression resting on his face. Your heart reached out to him, your hand resting on your chest where it skipped happily. IT seemed so unfair to have such a beautiful man so close to you with chance of ever calling him yours.

“Ah, I forgot drinks,” he muttered, bringing you out of your reverie as he looked slightly disappointed in himself.

“That’s fine. I have drinks. I’ll get them,” you said, already going into the kitchen.

When you came back, Jun was sprawled out on the couch, the remote to your TV in hand as he flipped through the channels. You dropped the canned drink on his stomach, getting a laugh out of his grunt before you dropped down in front of the coffee table for breakfast. Jun settled on some variety show the both of you enjoyed and then sat up to join you.

The morning passed lazily into the afternoon, the hours pacing by in warm, intimate companionship. The only interruption that came in random intervals was the ding of a text message coming into your phone, pulling your attention away from the show, and from Jun, to answer it. He ignored it the first few times, but when they became more frequent, Jun became more curious. Laying out on the sofa with you still sitting on the floor directly in front of him and his fingers absently playing with your hair, his eyes cut to your phone when it rang again on the coffee table. You picked it up, but he swiftly plucked it from your hold.

“Who are you texting so much?” he asked with a chuckle, snooping through the contact, “Who’s taking all of your attention away from me?”

“It’s not like that,” you answered indignantly with a blush, “He’s just a classmate needing help with our group project.”

“He!?” That seemed to be the only thing Jun hear. “Why does he need to ask you so many questions? Why doesn’t he ask the others in your group? You really know how to make me jealous.”

He flashed you a look, playful yet heated, making you swallow your tongue. What was that all of a sudden? It didn’t feel the same as every other time he teased you. Another message came through and you reached for your phone, but he moved it out of the way.

“Jun, please, I need to answer him. I understand his part of the project better than the others do,” you implored, rising on your knees to reach again.

“Doesn’t he know your busy spending time with me? He gets to see you every day for class while I only get to see you on rare days like this. Who does he thing he is to keep interrupting? Does he think he’s your boyfriend or something?”

Jun smirked sexily at you and you were sure he was getting a good laugh out of your blushing face. Another message and he had enough, pressing the guy’s name to call him. Your easily mortified self panicked.

“Yah! What are you doing?!” you hissed as Jun placed your phone to his ear, “Stop it! Don’t call him!”

He blocked you from taking the phone back and turned away. His smile was huge, his chuckle stuck in his throat until your classmate answered. “This is Do Young, right? I know it’s impossible to get any work done without Y/N’s brilliant mind, but you’re interrupting our time together and I don’t appreciate it very much.”

You screamed internally, scrambling up from the floor and jumping on top of him in a fight for your phone. He was making it sound like you guys were dating!

“This is her boyfriend-” That is not helping! “And my job keeps me from spending as much time with her as I would like, so I’m sure you can imagine how precious a day like today is to me.”

“Jun, you idiot!” you proclaimed, taking a throw pillow and bashing his head with it, the man retaliating by flipping you under him and pinning you down. “Ah! What are you doing?!”

“Do me a favor, man to man: save anymore questions you may have until tomorrow so I can enjoy my day off with my girl.”

“JUN!”

“That’s her calling for me right now. Good luck with the project. Work hard so Y/N gets an ‘A’.” He hung up, looking smug when you snatched the phone back and pounded your fist on his chest, ignoring how hard it felt under your fingers.

“Jun, that was too much!” you whined cutely, continuing to hit his chest and far too aware of him still straddling you, “What possessed you to do that?! What’s he going to think of me?!”

He shrugged, “That you have a loving, attentive boyfriend that adores you.”

“I swear, you can’t just-” And you were off, so flustered by the incident that you didn’t realize you had slipped into your native language half way through.

Jun let you ramble, thoroughly lost but highly entertained, enjoying watching your lips move. Only when you went to cover your eyes with your hands did he swoop in for the kill. You gasped, the ghostly touch of his kiss stopping your heart as your hands flew to rest on his shoulders.

“J-Jun?” you whispered, confused and bambi-eyed as he pulled away.

HE was as calm as ever, lowering himself down on top of you with his forearm supporting his weight. The world became full of Jun, his heat and eyes trapping you. Was this a new game he was playing? Because although you enjoyed it, you did not appreciate it!

“You’re so cute when you get flustered and start speaking in your native language,” he teased, snickering, “And when your cheeks turn this color…” his thumb brushed the apple of your cheeks where the heat of your blush burned the hottest, “And when you look at me like that.”

“S-S-Stop teasing m-me,” you stuttered, heart pounding erratically against your ribcage.

“You deserve it for making me so jealous.”

“W-What? What are you talking about?”

“Ah, such a dense girl.”

“Hey!”

“Have you honestly not caught on yet? Do you think I Talk to everyone the same way I talk to you? Do you think I’m in love with everyone?”

Hold on. Wait a minute! That was not a statement easily comprehended with your addled mind, eyes frozen wide and lips parted invitingly. Jun couldn’t help but to have another, brief taste of your sweet mouth that startled you, a sharp gasp filling your senses with his scent.

“If you haven’t figured it out yet, ten you deserve to get teased like this. Especially for talking to that guy so much when I’m right here, making me jealous and confess to you like this,” he whispered against your lips, rolling a kiss onto your cheek, “I wonder how else I can tease you…”

You felt his fingers drifting up your side, caressing you, his thumb resting just underneath your breast. You shuddered as a rush of desire washed through you, your body loving his gentle attention, but your mind stunned…scared. If this were really real, if your wildest dream was really coming true and Jun was laying on top of you, whispering his confession against your infinitely pink cheeks, then there was a lot to fear.

“You’re being really quiet, baby…” You focused on his moon-round eyes, ears burning at your new pet name, “What are you thinking about?”

“You,” you answered, seeking answers in his eyes as your hand drifted up and down his chest idly, “And how you just confessed to me. Me, of all people…a foreigner. I’m also thinking about your fans and the backlash this will bring if it got out.”

“We don’t have to go public now, if you don’t want to,” he stated, gripping your hand and moving to place it against his chest where his fluttering heart tried to fly away, “We can wait until you’re ready. I kind of like the idea of keeping you all to myself for a while, anyway.”

“…You’re serious about this.” It wasn’t a question, your eyes trained the way Jun held your fingers securely, his thumb stroking your knuckles, “You really do…”

“Love you?” he finished, unable to resist kissing your blushing cheeks, his chuckle resonating in his chest, “Of course I’m serious. I wouldn’t joke about my feelings like this, especially not with you.” He studied your face, saw the uncertainty and fear clear in your eyes. “But you still don’t believe me. Maybe I should prove it to you?”

“Prove…it?” you parroted, your mouth dropping open when nudged himself between your legs, spreading them to rest on his thighs, “W-What do you…mean?”

God, there was that sexy smirk of his that had the power to make you do anything he asked of you, his fingers tiptoeing over the waist of your pants before they were unbuttoning them and slipping inside, carefully caressing you through your panties. He leaned down just in time to catch your gasp in a sensual kiss, moving at a slow pace with his tongue sliding into your mouth. There was a gush of your desire that drenched your panties, your hips involuntarily rolling in time to his fingers’ touch.

“Let me show you,” he murmured, smiling in delight and then dipping below your waist.

It was a blissful twenty minutes of oral pleasure, your pants and panties having been discarded long ago and your top thrown into some obscure part of the room. You couldn’t bring yourself to look down, but you could imagine perfectly Jun’s head rocking back and forth as his tongue rolled into your sex, taking a thorough taste. His technique involved lots of teasing and clit-play, rolling the tip of his tongue around your pleasure button before sucking it hungrily.

It was driving you insane, your back arching and your fingers locked in his hair, caught between wanting him to stop and wanting to cum so bad. Jun would have been smiling with pride if his mouth weren’t already preoccupied with indulging in his new favorite dessert. The moans and mewls that spilled from your pretty lips had him harder than Advanced Calculus, his cock straining against his jeans something fierce. He attempted to rub himself through the denim material to alleviate some of the pressure- it only made him want you more.

“J-Jun…” you breathed, breasts heaving and your head tossed back, your fingers tightening in his locks, “Mmm…Yes, right…Oh, I think I’m going to cum…Oh!”

Your toes curled on his back, catching in his shirt as a warning to your approaching orgasm. A well-deserved one after enjoying the slow building pleasure for twenty minutes, but Jun couldn’t hold back anymore. He had to have you…he needed to be inside of you…he needed to cum with you. With great reluctance- he really would have loved to have you cum on his tongue- he pulled away from your dripping pussy, hearing you whine in need.

“Not yet, baby. Soon,” he promised, his voice a husky rasp as his lips mashed against yours.

You tasted yourself in the kiss, left with the flavor when he pulled away to remove his shirt, jeans and underwear. He was every bit as sexy and fit as you imagined him to be underneath his clothes, tanned skin gleaming in the light pouring from your windows. Your eyes found themselves trained to his member as soon as it bounced free from its prison, standing at attention and more than likely throbbing with desire. Your core pulsed, your juices leaking onto the couch- he was gorgeous.

From inside his wallet, he produced a condom, the shiny package glimmering in the light before he tore it open and rolled the rubber down his shaft. He was back on top of you instantly, claiming your lips in sloppy, sensual kisses while his fingers dipped inside of your core, stretching you carefully and preparing you for penetration. When he felt you were ready, he pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, watching your face intently as it bloomed with your pleasure. Slowly…so very slowly, he pushed inside of you, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort and immediately kissing them away.

When he bottomed out, you had no idea you had been holding your breath, a rush of air escaping you the minute his hips melded to yours. “So tight…” he grunted, dragging his hips back and then thrusting forward, relishing in your soft whines, “So hot…God, it’s perfect.”

He pulled back again and then thrust forward. The pattern slow, methodical, careful until he had a steady rhythm that rocked your back into ecstasy. His cock stroked in and out of your pulsing sex, your eyes locked as you made love. You could hardly handle the intensity of his searing look, your arm coming up to cover your face to avoid it. Jun would have none of it, wrenching your arm back and lacing your fingers together, pinning you to the armrest.

“Don’t hide from me, Y/N,” he gasped, “Keep looking at me. I want to see you. I want to see your face when you come.”

“Jun…”

“Y/N…”

He dove down to take a pert nipple in his mouth, nibbling the soft mounds of your chest until dark red hickies decorated the otherwise flawless flesh that was yours. He was getting close, his balls tightening and his speed increasing. You could hardly contain your moaning as they reached the ceiling and beyond, wrapping your arms around his neck when he moved them there. This freed his hand to grip at your hips, tugging you up closer while he hammered into you. Your earlier pleasure now had you teetering on the brink of release, Jun stretching you and stroking you to near completion.

“J-Jun! Jun! Jun!” you chanted, screaming when he rotated his hips and then slammed against your g-spot.

Three more strokes and the wave crested, your orgasm crashing down on you as your body locked up and your pussy tightened around his shaft. His name was on your lips; as if he were the only thing you knew and remembered anymore. The minute you squeezed him tight like a vice was the minute Jun himself locked up and thrust inside of you once more, emptying himself into the condom while shouting your name, the most beautiful word he knew.

The air was hot and heavy around you two, withering together like flowers onto the sofa. You fought to catch your breath, Jun peppering your neck and shoulder in lazy, lethargic kisses. He was mumbling something, words you couldn’t quite catch in your post-orgasmic daze.

“…you…love you…I love you…I love you…I love you…”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, stroking his sweaty back with your hands, “I love you so much.”

“You’re mine from now on, baby. Y/N. My Y/N.”

“Mmm…”

He slowly rose up on his forearm, smiling softly and brushing your damp hair out of your face before cupping your cheek. His kisses, once desperately hot and needy, were sweet as they rained on your lips, gentle pecks that made your heart quiver and muted the entire world.

[peachy-jaehyun]

Hi, I was looking to start the junxreader story from the beginning but I don't know which is the first & what order they go in

I’m sooooo sorry I took long to reply ;~; I had to learn how to make a masterlist in order for you to find it easily with all the parts.. but you can now find it here Masterlist