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2PM: How They'd Seduce You For Valentine's Day (NSFW)

This contains NSFW content. Do not engage in my works if you are underage. Read to your own discretion.

Pairing: 2PM x gn!reader Warnings: gn!reader, minor mentions of alcohol, descriptions of dates/dating, spicy implications but nothing graphic, mentions of lingerie, cheesy romantic things Genre: Implied Smut (nothing graphic but nsfw just in case), headcanon WC: 1055

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day babes! I managed to get this one done and ready for today. Regular posts will start again in a few weeks!

Jun.K

This man is all about the wine & dine. He’ll encourage you to wear your favorite outfit that you feel comfortable in and keep you on his arm as he escorts you into a fancy restaurant. One of the best tables in the house, reserved for two. Only the finest quality of food will do. He’ll even order for you, if you’ll let him. None of this is to imply a flashy lifestyle or spoiled spending. But for just one night, you guys can spare it.

The rest of the night after dinner is your choice. Wanna go dancing? See a show? Take a stroll in the park? He’s prepared to go lengths for you. By the time you get home, you’re so giddy from how magical the night felt, you’re ready to jump his bones as soon as you walk over the threshold. But of course, he’ll guide you to the bedroom first.

Nichkhun

I just imagine a soft, casual, cute café date. Forget seduction, he’ll just make you fall in love with him all over again. He’s so gentle with you, pays attention to everything you say, wants you to just enjoy yourself during your romantic day. I think he’d be the one who would openly love wearing matching outfits with you. With your busy lives, your soft outing would be spent with a lot of conversation. Just catch up stuff that you didn’t get a chance to tell each other or new things going on with your families.

You can bet there’ll be a lot of couch cuddling at home. Maybe even some cheesy rom com or a romantic drama. Back hugging. Lots of that. That’s how it starts. Then he starts playing with your fingers while his arms are wrapped around you. You stop paying attention to the movie when he drops his face into your shoulder and starts pressing small kisses along the back of your neck. When you kiss, you already can tell it’s going to be a passionate night.

Taecyeon

Whether intended to be a seduction tactic or just wanting to spoil you, he takes you shopping for all those Valentine’s sales. Any store you wanna hit up, his credit card is ready. Even if you’re the type to not really like shopping (like me), indulge him. He wants to spoil you for once. But rest assured that any clothing store you go into, he’ll pick out at least one lingerie set for you to try on. He won’t ask to join you in the dressing room, he’s a gentleman. He’ll just ask for pictures so he can see how well the sets fit.

Because if you like it enough and feel comfortable, he knows he’ll see it at home eventually. In fact, you’ll walk out of the store together and he can just see the bra strap to the set he picked out for you peeking from under your shirt. The smirk he wears on his face is obvious when he realizes you’re trying to seduce him instead. It takes everything in him to not take you back home right away. Your new spicy underwear may or may not survive its first night.

Wooyoung

Flirty touches. Throughout the day he’ll run his fingers over your shoulder, knee, waist, etc. It’s so feather light you’d sometimes think you were imagining it. He would show no indication that he’s doing it on purpose, and he won’t acknowledge that he knew he was working you up. Especially if you’re around friends or in public. He’ll feign ignorance. But two can play at that game.

He enticed you, so it’s only fair that you fight fire with fire. The occasional hand on his thigh or the every so often way you kiss just below his jaw, it’ll have his throat going dry all day. You guys are so physically flirty in the most subtle of ways. It builds up to the point where you guys are barely over the threshold of your home before you’re jumping each other’s bones. He just manages to close and lock the front door so he can carry you into the bedroom. And yes, you two are locked at the lips by this point.

Junho

Pampers the absolute hell out of you. It’s been a while since he gave you a massage. He’ll make it full body. He’ll run to the store the night before and stock up on your favorite foods, snacks and drinks. He wants you all to himself for Valentine’s Day. You’ll have a nice in home date, watching your favorite movies, having the nice dinner you both cooked up together. And just as you’re finishing dessert, he’ll hand you a nicely wrapped box before leaving to go clean up the kitchen.

Whatever your preferred jewelry: necklace, bracelet, ring, earring, whatever. He got you one. It’s nothing super fancy or expensive, but it’s you. And it’s gorgeous. So you put it on and sneak up behind him while he’s washing dishes. He’s surprised when you suddenly slide your hands underneath his shirt and hug him from behind, but he welcomes it. His plan worked. Not that he needed one. But execution aside, it’s nice to indulge in the lavish lifestyle for a bit before he leads you to bed.

Chansung

With him being married and a father now, I’ll make this one fairly short for those of you who might feel uncomfortable reading stuff about him.

All he needs to do to seduce you is the same thing he does every day. Be the sweet, caring man that he is. He splits the chores with you, helps run the errands even with his busy idol life, and sends you texts throughout the day to check in with you. After you both have a long day, it’d be nice to come home and spend a nice Valentine’s Day dinner together.

Also, he would totally be the one to look at your Amazon wishlist or something and buy the most expensive item on it as a gift. It could be something classic like clothes or jewelry, or it could be something unorthodox like a piece of kitchenware you found. It’s the little home things. And it’s more than enough to get you comfortable under the sheets.

[kmultismut]

"You weren't wearing underwear?"

Genre: smut

Member: Ok Taecyeon x reader

You were on a mission with your boyfriend and boss Taecyeon. You were distracting the enemy by seducing them while Taecyeon took the files without being noticed. Once you saw Taecyeon return safely you backed away from the man and went your way. When you returned to the hotel room Taecyeon pulled you by the waist, connecting your bodies. "Lovely stunt you pulled back there." You placed your hands on his biceps and squeezed lightly the hard muscles. "Just doing my job." He looked to the side with a smirk and poked his cheek with his tongue. He chuckled and looked back at you. "Well then, maybe I should remind you who you work for." He pushed you lightly so you fall back on the bed. He started unbuttoning his shirt slowly while looking you in the eyes. You felt your face heat up as you watched him unbutton one button at a time. You admired his toned body that was peaking underneath the shirt. Once he finally took his shirt off he jokingly threw it at you and you caught it before it reached your face. "Ya!", you giggled at his sudden playfulness. He grabbed your leg and pulled you towards the edge of the bed. He moved his hands underneath your dress, feeling the naked skin of your thighs under his fingers. Once he reached your underwear he hooked his fingers and pulled them down your legs. "So wet for me, just the way I like it." He bent down and placed a kiss on your clit. He got back and pulled his pants down revealing his hard member. Your eves went wide open. "You weren't wearing underwear?", you said in shock. "Kinda knew it was gonna happen.", he smirked and glided his c*ck over your wet p*ssy. You let your head back down onto the bed and moaned at the sensation. You reached your hand down and stroked the upper part of his c*ck. "You're teasing me.", you said half moaning. "And you deserve it.", he bent down and kissed you before aligning himself with your entrance. "You think you deserve this c*ck?" "Yes, Taecyeon, please." "Hmm, I don't think I'm convinced yet." "Please, please, please, baby, I need it.", you begged while looking him in the eyes. "Good.", he smirked and pushed himself into you all the way. "Oh, baby!", you moaned at the feeling of him stretching you. He put your legs over his shoulders and started moving his hips slowly. You felt your head spinning as he placed kisses on your collar bones while his hand played with your nipple. "Such a good girl for me." He suddenly picked you up and held you against the wall. "Go ahead, baby. Let the whole hotel hear you." "Oh my God, Taecyeon!", you moaned loudly as he started thrusting into you again. You put your hand between your bodies and circled your clit. "Close, baby?" You just nodded your head. "Good. Make those pretty sounds for me." You soon came with a loud moan ringing through the room. "Good girl.", he praised you and came soon after you. He put you gently back down onto the bed and pulled your body close to him.

[oraclekleo]

Junho (2PM) - Kinky Tarot Reading

Disclaimer:

All celebrity readings have purely entertainment nature

I don’t know any of the celebrities personally

Don’t base life decisions purely on tarot readings

I can never guarantee any of what’s said in the reading

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Reading Info:

Rating: 18+

Reading Type: Single - Couple

Requested: Yes - No

Requester: /

Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Spread: Kinky

Questions:

Position

Libido

Turn On

Kink

Dirty Secret

Celebrity Info:

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho

Stage Name: Junho

Group: 2PM

DOB: 25.01.1990

Blood Type: A

MBTI: INFJ

Sun Sign: Aquarius

Chinese Sign: Earth Snake

Life Path Number: 9

Masterpost: 2PM

Junho (2PM) - Kinky

Full Name: Lee Jun Ho Stage Name: Junho Group: 2PM DOB: 25.01.1990 Blood Type: A MBTI: INFJ Sun Sign: Aquarius Chinese Sign: Earth Snake Life Path Number: 9

Spread / Question: Kinky Deck(s): E. A. Poe Tarot, Prism Oracle

Position - 2 of Pentacles, Determination

Junho is pretty much used to managing his life on his own. He might not be willing to give his control out, not even for his lover’s sake. He’s not exactly despotic but he has the authority of a man who’s sure of his opinions and values and he’s very likely to ask for respect from his lover. His word is the law. Junho is not here to debate about his core customs or values, they are what they are. What you see is what you get with him. Junho is pretty skilled in multitasking and achieving goals at any cost. If his goal is to date someone, his prey is basically defeated the moment Junho sets his eyes on them.

Libido - XV The Death, XIX The Sun, Ideation

Junho’s libido is all about the ideas and creation and transformation. He’s likely to have a strong lust and desire for his lover but that person needs to have some brains in order for him to get turned on. Two major arcana cards suggest a powerful passion and the fact they are Death and Sun suggest that nothing is taboo for Junho. He’s open minded and ready to explore when it comes to sexual experience. Junho has a strong sense for erotica and he’s likely to become rather creative in the bedroom (or anywhere, really). He’s one of those lovers who can deliver such bliss through their performance that it feels like a little death to his lover and afterwards they feel utterly changed to the core. Junho is big on both foreplay and aftercare as well. Basically a perfect lover.

Turn On - Page of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Movement

Oh Junho! Such a MAN! While Junho is more of a dom in a relationship, he’s likely to still feel attracted to a person who’s strong and confident on their own. Junho might prefer his special person to actually approach him first. He’s gonna take it from there but they have to make the first move. Junho likes people with both creativity and common sense to them, those who know their craft and are successful in their professional life. Some nobody with more guts than brains is not likely to impress this gentleman.

Kink - 4 of Swords, 6 of Swords, King of Swords, Love

I must admit that Junho confused me here. All the swords cards suggest a certain detachment and passivity and then there’s the love card. What can I make out of this? Anyway! Junho is a romantic but he’s more of a pragmatic romantic. He’s not likely to go out of his way just to impress his lover with a super sweet date. Junho is more astute and sophisticated. He’s likely to play it cool with his lover and not be a big fan of public display of affection. Junho is likely to enjoy slow seduction and it’s even hotter for him, if he’s the one being seduced, as the 4 of Swords suggest a certain passivity on his side. He likes to be treated like a King before things get too hot and out of hand. Junho might have a control kink. While he likes to be seduced by his lover, at a certain point the roles switch, Junho takes the lead and bosses his lover around, instructing them to do this and that for and to him. He might have a thing for bondage but the knots should always be loose and easy to undo, whether he’s the one bondaged or his lover. Junho likes it when at certain points all shackles fall down and he and his lover can feel liberated through the act of love.

Dirty Secret - VII The Chariot, Hunger

Junho is a hungry man. Not in a sense of food cravings, though. He’s hungry for something to touch his soul, fill him up, something to emotionally and spiritually satisfy him. And in this context it’s a craving for a lover who would match him so well that his emotional, spiritual and mental needs are all fulfilled. Junho is not the type to sit down and wait for this person to come into his life, he’s actively searching for them, determined to find that person. See the contrast of yellow and blue in the cards? It reminds me of day and night. Junho wants to find a partner who would be his companion during the day and a lover during the night, someone mature enough to simply accept and love Junho with his light and dark sides.

I'm sorry for spaming you with so many pics of Junho, but... Just look at the man! That's a perfection right there. 😍 I'm sorry. I have some very... intense feelings for Junho (and for all 2PM members, to be honest, their fandom might be Hottest but that's also a term that fits the members perfectly).

If I will ever catch a moment when some of my befriended readers offers ship readings, I will ask for one with Junho 😂

Anyway! I know Junho isn't on my request list but I woke up with a strong feeling of doing his reading today. Plus I'm genuinelly bored with all those idols in their early 20s. 😂

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[dontflailmenow]

Not That Innocent

Summary: Junho gives you a hands-on demonstration of just how NOT innocent he is. This is filth, you guys. It's 3000 words of smutty filth. There is not much of a plot here.

This is my first actual fic, so... I make no promises to the quality.

Word Count: 3k and some change

Pairing: Lee Junho x Reader

Warnings: 18+, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, pet names, little bit of praise kink, sexy teasing.

For @biaswreckingfics because she talked me into it and because there really is a depressing lack of Junho/2PM content out there.

Next Part

Most people thought he was sweet, gentle, maybe a bit silly (considering the men he’d spent a significant portion of his life living, performing, and traveling with, it was a given), but definitely good. Most people absolutely did not think he was the type of guy to be whispering naughty things into his girlfriend’s ear, while squeezing her thigh just a little higher and tighter than was appropriate for a group meal, in the middle of the day, in a crowded restaurant.

But you knew better. Oh, but you knew better.

Which was why, when his lips brushed against your ear and his fingertips began their slow slide further up your thigh, only stopping when he could feel the heat of you through the seam of your jeans, you already had your bottom lip caught in between your teeth to hide the choked gasp you couldn’t quite hold back and were reaching for your water glass in a totally valid and reasonable attempt to hide the instinctual movement of your hips.

The odd look Chansung gave you and the gentle, “You okay?” from Nichkhun – bless him, though - made you suspect you weren’t as smooth as you would liked to have been.

Shit. You were going to kill Junho later. For now, you shot your boyfriend a look before quickly turning to look at Nichkhun and force a slight smile as you took a truly ridiculously long drink of your water before putting the now-empty glass back on the table. “Yep! Yeah, no. I’m fine. Totally okay. It’s just, um, I just remembered I have a – a thing. A deadline thing? No question mark. Definitely a deadline thing.” And there was the babbling. If they didn’t already suspect something weird, they definitely did now. Either that, or they thought you had heat stroke. Dear God, let them think I have heat stroke, you sent a silent prayer Heavenwards.

“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re okay? You’re all flushed.” That, from your soon-to-be-deceased boyfriend, who was looking at you with such gentle concern as he turned in his seat, leaned closer to you, and placed the hand not currently tormenting you against your forehead. “You’re warm, too.”

You couldn’t even pretend to hold back the gasp that slipped from between your lips when the hand between your thighs shifted just slightly and you felt Junho’s thumb begin a slow circle against your clit, the force of his finger and the seam on the jeans making your eyes automatically flutter shut and your hands come up to tightly grip the edge of the table. He was a demon. Truly. A fucking demon. You did manage to restrain yourself from bucking into his touch, although it was a close one.

“I – uh, y-you’re right. I feel really,” another gasp now as Junho’s fingers pressed against your entrance, “really hot.” Understatement of the century, ladies and gentlemen. It was a really good thing you wore the dark wash jeans to this lunch because you could feel your wetness soaking into the fabric.

Junho cooed – he fucking cooed – tucking your hair behind your ear and finally pulling his hands away. “Aw, baby, you’re sick? You should’ve told me earlier.”

Sucking in a deep breath, turning your gaze to your boyfriend before you glanced around the table at the others and smiled shyly, “I thought maybe I was just tired, but I guess I’m feeling worse than I thought. I’m so sorry you guys, but I think I’m gonna have to bail on lunch.”

You heard what sounded like a snicker from the other side of the table but when you looked in the direction of the sound, you saw a row of perfectly placid, definitely-not-laughing faces. Liars. Your eyes narrowed and you felt yourself flush further, grabbing your purse from the back of your chair and standing. “Junho, honey,” you said sweetly between clenched teeth, “will you give me a ride home?”

He grinned, mischief flashing in his gaze, then schooled his features into an appropriately concerned expression, nodded, and rose next to you, placing a hand against your lower back. “Of course. Let’s get you home and into bed. You can work on that deadline thing after you get some rest,” he said. Well. Points for continuity with your made up story, anyway.

As the two of you walked toward the exit of the restaurant, you absolutely did not hear one of the guys asking the others, “So, we’re all agreed they’re about to go bang, right?”

Or, in response, “Right in front of my salad!” and a chorus of chuckling.

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Once you reached the car and sure you were out of view of your friends, you pushed Junho into the passenger side door and stepped into him. “Are you crazy?” you hissed. “Oh my god. I can’t believe you just – What if someone sa—oof.” Your words were cut off as you suddenly found yourself spinning around, back against the car where Junho had been two seconds prior, caged in by his hands pressed onto the frame, and his lips brushing yours. A shiver went through you and your eyes fluttered shut, hands automatically coming up to clutch at the fabric of his shirt.

“That’s kind of the point, isn’t it, sweetheart? You like the idea of being caught, don’t you?” he whispered against your lips, followed by a soft kiss and a swipe of his tongue, a gentle nip at your lower lip.

“W-What? I do n-not!” you protested, which would have been more believable if you didn’t also let out a soft whimper at the mental image. Maybe not in the middle of a restaurant, but the idea of one of the guys walking in, or watching from the shadows… Oh fuck, I have an exhibition kink?

Junho chuckled, hearing you whimper and feeling the shiver that went through you. He stepped even closer, letting you feel the press of his hips against yours, the hardness letting you know you weren’t the only one turned on by this turn of events. “Yes, you do, and it’s okay. Should I ask one of them to watch next time? Would you like that, baby? Want Taec to watch as I eat that sweet pussy? Wooyoung to watch me fuck into your mouth? Nichkhun watching me rail you stupid?”

You were going to die. Right there in the middle of the parking lot, for the world to see, you were actually going to die of sexual frustration. You gasped with each question, swallowing hard and tightening your hold on his shirt. “J-Junho, please,” you begged.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, rolling his hips against yours, then pulling back enough to meet your lust-drunk gaze with a dark, heated look of his own. “Home. Now. Before I actually fuck you right here and get us arrested,” he said and pulled you away from the door to help you into the car. Junho quickly moved to the driver’s side and climbed in, then starting the car and breaking more than one speed limit one the drive home.

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The two of you barely made it into the front door when you were spun around and being held against said door, Junho’s lips crashing into yours and your hands clutching at his shoulders, at his hair, any part of him you could get your hands on. You felt his hands come to your hips, then slide down to the back of your thighs, lifting you up and guiding your legs around his waist, so he could grind against you. You whimpered, pulling his hips even closer and rolling your hips, as if you could ride him right through your clothes.

“Shit, baby,” he growled, “that’s it.” He brought a hand to your chin, forcing you look at him. “So needy for me, huh?”

A very small part of you wanted to lie and deny it because it was, frankly, embarrassing how right he was. But he was right and you had been wet and aching for him since the restaurant. Revenge later. Orgasms now. You nodded, “M-mhmm,” you moaned, “Want you. Want you inside me.” You bit your lower lip, hands falling to the hem of his shirt and pulling it from the waistband of his pants. You lowered your lashes, letting him see the need in your eyes, heightened by the sound he made at your words.

Junho cursed under his breath, letting your feet fall back to the floor and grabbing the back of his shirt, pulling it the rest of the way off before throwing it somewhere behind him. Hands – yours, his, you didn’t even know – had your shirt off a moment later, and then he was kissing you, harsh and deep, tongue sliding against your own, practically fucking into your mouth.

You felt your core clench around nothing, anticipating the feeling of his cock filling you in the same way, and you gasped into his mouth. Your hands dropped to the fastening of Junho’s pants, ready to make quick work of getting the damned things off of him, but his hands came to yours and lifted them above your head, pinning them to the door on either side of you.

“Nu-uh. I’ve gotta finish what I started at lunch first, don’t I?” That was definitely his hand unfastening your jeans, sliding the zipper down, and pushing them down past your hips, while the other hand locked your wrists together and held them there. You sucked in a breath, heavy eyes locked on him, anticipating his next move. “Hands stay up, princess,” he whispered against your lips, waiting for your nod as he played with the waistband of your panties, letting his fingertips slide just beneath the fabric.

“Yes – yes, sir, okay,” you agreed.

“Good girl,” he said with a wicked grin, the hand holding yours dropping to pull your bra strap to the side, and the other slipping into your panties and finding you swollen, wet. His fingers slide against the slick flesh. “So wet for me. Have you been like this since the restaurant?”

You caught your lower lip between your teeth in an attempt to hold back the needy whimper as you nodded. “Your,” you inhaled sharply, “your fault.” You bucked your hips, silently demanding (begging?) him for more. You felt his low laugh against your collarbone, followed by soft kisses across your skin, and a sharp pinch to your nipple.

Finally – finally – Junho’s fingers found your clit and started to circle the sensitive flesh. “My poor baby,” he cooed. “I’ll take care of you, make you feel so good.” The hand at your chest reached behind you, unfastening your bra, and tearing the garment from you, baring your breasts to his heated, hungry gaze, and he slid his tongue against your nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking hard while his fingers slipped down and around your entrance. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Always so fucking hot and ready for me,” he said as he moved to tease your other breast with his tongue, one then two fingers sliding into you, voice dropping an octave.

The urge to hold onto something became too much and your fingers found their way into his hair. You pushed your breasts to him, spine arching, and you pulled his head closer, in a silent plea for him to keep sucking, keep licking, “Please,” you whimpered.

He would reprimand you for not keeping your hands up as instructed, but the needy way you clutched at him was too good. Even if he didn’t have two fingers buried inside your cunt, thrusting in and out so easily because you were soaked, he would know how much you wanted him. God, you were perfect. Junho groaned, thumb moving to your clit and rubbing around and around, just the way you liked – he knew you so well by now, knew how fast, how hard you liked it, how you would gasp and squirm, clenching down hard when his fingers found the front wall of your pussy with every thrust.

Your head was spinning as you tried to stay upright, pleasure so intense and tightening in your core, building toward what would be bliss. You muttered his name like a prayer, thanking and demanding and begging him not to stop, never to stop.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he lifted his head to promise against your lips as his fingers continued their work, as he brought you closer and closer to your high. “Gonna come for me, princess? Come around my fingers so I can fuck you with my cock?”

That was all it took.

Your fingers tightened in his hair and your hips jerked, as every muscle that had been wound into knots unraveled within you, and waves of pleasure rolled through you. “Oh God, oh God, oh God, so good, love you, oh my God,” you rambled, shaking in the arm he slid around you to hold you as you rode out your orgasm.

Watching you fall apart was his favorite part – so damned beautiful and his – but it was all he could do to wait until you were able to open your eyes to look at him, pupils blown and looking thoroughly fucked out. Once you did, though... He crashed his lips against yours as he reached down, unfastened his own pants, and shoved both them and his underwear down before spinning you around to face the door, breathing against the back of your neck and sliding his cock through your soaked folds.

Back.

Forth.

Tip teasing your still sensitive clit, pushing gently against your entrance, but not thrusting inside yet. Not until –

“Junho, please, baby,” you begged so prettily. “Need you inside me.” There it was.

Teeth and lips latched onto your skin where your neck met shoulder, he pushed inside you and moaned as he bottomed out, feeling your cunt squeezing him, walls hugging his dick, as if to keep him there. He thrust in and out slowly a couple of times, allowing your body to adjust, and took in a deep breath to stop himself from coming right then and there. You felt so good. Always felt so perfect.

That was where his self-control ended. Junho pulled his hips back and then snapped them forward, cock driving deep inside you and drawing one of those beautiful whimpers from your lips. “Fucking made for me, sweetheart,” he growled into your ear on the next snap of his hips.

You weren’t capable of a verbal response at that point, but you reached back to cradle the back of his head, holding him to your neck, and nodded, pushing your hips to meet each of his thrusts. You were his and he was yours. You didn’t normally think of yourself as a particularly possessive person, but this man had come into your life and turned all of your carefully crafted plans on their head.

Worth it. It was so worth it.

Another sharp inhale as he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and hit just the right spot with every snap of his hips. You could already feel your second orgasm building, that tightening in your core, tension coiling in on itself as Junho fucked into you. “Oh,” a gasp, “fuck, Junho, just-,” you broke off with a whimper, forehead pressed hard to the door as you let him take you there.

Junho felt you tensing, felt the tighter squeeze around his cock and heard the way your breath hitched, the way you pushed your ass back to meet his thrusts. He moaned, feeling the tension in the base of his spine building as he drove closer to his own orgasm. His hands gripped your hips, fingertips pressing deeper into you and he leaned back enough to watch himself thrusting in and out of you, the sight always the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

“Fuck, gonna come,” he gasped. “Where do you want it?”

Shit. You had been so wrapped up in each other and what had started at lunch that you’d forgotten a condom. You squeezed your eyes shut and your pussy held his dick in a vice grip as the implications of that hit you.

“In- inside me,” you shocked yourself by saying but it was absolutely the truth. Just the thought of him filling you up – your eyes rolled back in your head and you dropped your head back to his shoulder.

His own eyes slammed shut and his next thrust was harder, a hand coming up to cup your chin and turn your head so you could lock eyes. “Yeah? Want me to come inside you, princess? Want me to fill you up with my come? So you feel it dripping out of you all day and remember you’re mine?”

Your eyes flashed with a hunger so intense it nearly took his breath away, and a matching hunger flashed in his. “Then come around my cock and take it, sweetheart. Take every drop.” The whimper you let out as you nodded had his head spinning and he locked his lips to yours, pounding into you again and again and again until he felt your orgasm, greedy cunt fluttering and squeezing, as if to demand what was promised, and

He.

Was.

Done.

With a deep groan, Junho wrapped both arms around you, holding you as closely as possible as the tension in him snapped, final thrust as deep as he can go as he spilled himself inside you for the first time. On the basest, most primitive level, you were his. If he hadn’t already come, he would at that thought.

He held himself there, not even considering pulling out, as you both caught your breath, bodies settling into the aftermath of That.

And then he smiled against your neck, finally (if reluctantly) dragging himself out of you and gently turning you in his arms. He brushed a hair out of your face and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his embrace. “I love you, too, by the way.”

Your eyes widened as you remembered what you let slip out earlier. “I – I – you,” you sputtered, face even more flushed as you buried it into the crook of his neck. “I’m still going to get back at you for lunch, but I do. Love you, obviously.”

Junho let out a breath of laughter, holding you closer, and smiling like the besotted, utterly content man that he is. “I look forward to it.”

[seawitch62]

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

Word count 1058.

18+

              ◇Stress Relief◇

☆I wanna touch on you

You see me in my room

Wish you were here right now

All of the things I'd do

I wanna get freaky on camera

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Grinning "thank you".

Ego much! Damn man!

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

♤

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well he has them in spades. 

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

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

■

Great! The boss is on one today!

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

That man is either hot or cold. 

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

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

■

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Repeat what I just said"

Looking at him whilst repeating him word for word.

The only reward that is given is cool stern stare.

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

Tonight though he hinted we should meetup.

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

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

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

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

●

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

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

Cravings of the body weaken the will.

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

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

A thrilling sexual game.

Time to meet my stress relief cohort face to face.

■

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

Knock knock knock.

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

"You!" 

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

"You, OMG".

.

[itstheoneshot]

Unlucky Thirteen

Request

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

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: Lee Junho x Reader

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

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

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

You weren’t mad…

Okay, maybe you were a little mad.

Or a lot.

Yeah, okay… you were very mad.

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

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

———

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

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

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

“Baby,” He sighs, “I’m so busy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeobo,” You whimper, “Please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ar0undth3w0rld1n365]

“Is that the shower head on your clit?” -Jun K 2pm

This is Jun’s fault really, he shouldn’t have sent you that video of him dancing.

Especially in those grey sweat pants that he knows sets you off. You have a feeling he was trying to rile you up for when he got home. It was working, but he didn’t need to know that. You had spent most of the morning ignoring the incessant buzzing of your phone, that was definitely Jun teasing. In the last message you had checked he had even gone so far as to grab himself through the material of his sweat pants, just to tease you even more. It was working obviously. But here you were sat on the couch of your shared apartment, some mindless romcom that was supposedly good at the moment, and all you could think about is your boyfriend and his stupid cock. You ran your hand down to your slit, and groan at how wet you feel even through your panties and cycling shorts. So you end up say on the sofa, lip caught between your teeth as your fingers circle your clit over your shorts. Your phone buzzes once more and begrudgingly you pick it up, fingers still playing with yourself, and you are met with a shirtless selfie of your admittedly hot boyfriend. You let out a whimper at the sight before replying to him in as mundane a way as possible by simply asking when he would be home. He replies quickly saying he won’t be back until 7 and with it only being 4 you had plenty of time to make yourself cum and tease your boyfriend, before he got home. With that thought your fingers speed up over your clit before moving down to push against your hole over your shorts. You let out a moan as your hips grind against your fingers, effectively teasing yourself. Your other hand squeezes your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers as your thighs clamp shut keeping your hand on your clit. You let out a groan knowing that even like this you weren’t going to last long, Jun had been teasing you all day and you were soaked. Soon enough your fingers weren’t enough and you needed to cum.

You got up making your way to your bedroom, grimacing when you feel the dampness between your legs. Once in the bedroom you remove your clothes, grab your vibrator from the draw. Not being able to wait you switch it on and hold it against you clit while standing in the middle of the room, a broken moan falling from your lips. You push the toy into yourself where you’re stood beginning to fuck yourself. It doesn’t take long for your knees to buckle, you lay on your bed, legs spread moving the toy in and out of you. Your other hand rubs at your clot desperately, the toy hitting all the right spots inside you. Your moans grow in volume as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. You change positions not being able to cum like that, you begin to ride the toy - like you would your boyfriend were he there. You moan loudly, desperately grinding down on your toy as you finally cum. Your hips don’t slow or still even after you have cum, once just wasn’t enough. You let out a whine continuing to grind on the toy. Eventually you give up and decide to try something you had only seen in videos you wouldn’t admit to watching. You moved to the bathroom switching the shower on, after leaving the door ajar. Once in the shower you lift the shower head, bringing it over your chest, letting out a small moan as the streams of water hit your sensitive nipples. You bring the shower head down between your legs, water streams hitting your clit making you moan.

Although you didn’t hear the door to your apartment open above your moans. Jun walked in dropping his bag by the door and kicking his shoes off. He smirks hearing you moan loudly. Jun takes the steps two at a time hoping to catch you spread out on the bed with your fingers on your clit. Only he is met with an empty room and your moans coming from the adjacent bathroom. He walks into the bathroom and can’t help the moan that falls from his lips.

“Is that the shower head on your clit?”

You let out a moan of surprise, knees shaking as you look up at Jun.

“Maybe.”

“You couldn’t wait huh baby.” He smirks, looking you up and down, feeling himself get hard. “Need help?”

“Nope, I’m perfectly fine.” You moan smirking at Jun. “God I’m close baby.” You whine, head falling forward, as you move the shower head between your legs. “I’m gonna cum, need it.” You moan.

Jun stood at the edge of the shower watching you with wide eyes, cock tenting his pants. You let out a loud squeal shuddering as you finally cum, hand trying to grip the the smooth tiles of the shower. “Jesus your so sexy baby.” He groans palming himself.

“Thanks, love. Have a good day at work?” You grin hanging the shower head back up and scrubbing yourself with soap quickly.

“Yeah it was okay, Nickhun did this move but it didn’t really work and he kinda just fell.” Jun laughs shrugging his clothes off quickly, stepping in behind you in the shower. He kisses your neck shoulder, you indulge him reaching behind yourself and move your hand on his cock briefly.

“Sounds funny, I’m going to bed though.” You smile and kiss his cheek.

“Seriously, you’re leaving me like this!” He gestures to his hard length.

“Yup, you got yourself into this, you can get yourself out of it.” You smile and walk to bed, still naked. He laughs softly.

“Fine, you’re right baby.”