prince of china — w. junhui;
pairings: wen junhui x gn!reader
genre: fluff, nsfw themed
words: 1.5k
warnings: dry humping.
request: Anonymous said: hi! can i request for a junhui x reader fic where they make out? up to you how it starts or how it ends. thank you!
“stop playing games all the time,” your lips played a pout as you came in front of junhui’s eyes which were stuck on the screen in front of him.
it was one of those times between comeback stages where the performance team had an off day to rest before attending never ending shows and stages. you came over when he texted you in the morning, expecting to spend some time with the members too.
all the members love having you around, especially xinghao and mingyu who never let go of any moment to tease jun about you. mingyu would even let slip past a snarky remark on national television and hence the ban on his talking on any shows. the boys terrified about what mingyu is going to spew out next.
upon reaching the dorm, you came to know that most of the members were busy, the vocal team had rehearsals whereas the performance team were going to the company studio for some work. the rest of the performance team were sleeping their asses off because it is a sunday after all.
while walking in, you did run into hoshi who looked at you with half open eyes, he just woke up cause he wanted to pee and then he was going right back to sleep again. he flashed you smile, mumbled something you could not make heads of and walked away in the direction of the washroom.
you laughed at the oddity and walked into your boyfriend’s room after knocking softly.
the console resting in jun’s hand was constantly tapped with proper concentration and focus, “qin, please move,” his lips turned up into a polite smile but his eyes never even flicked in your direction. he has been playing the game ever since you came. at first you tried to pass the time on your phone while sitting on his bed but you came here to spend time if your boyfriend, not watch him play video games.
you rolled your eyes, before creating a gap between his chair and the desktop mounted table, before lifting yourself up and resting your body down on his lap carefully.
“qinai de,” jun sighed, he always elongates the term of endearment when he is trying to get his point through, “this is a limited edition and one time release of prince of persia. i just got my hands on it-”
you cut him off, “you can get your hands on me now,” you grinned at your own pick-up line.
he started again, “you know how much i love the fantasy genre and games-”
you cut him off again, “i can take you to a fantasy land,” this time you smirked, are you getting better at pickup lines or what? but your dreams were broken when you heard the chuckle that left your boyfriend’s lips.
“so cheesy,” he shook his head, resting his chin on your shoulder so he can focus back on the screen again.
“jun, come on!!” you groaned, “you don’t want to play this game with me.”
“what if i do?” he challenged you right back.
you found your lost smirk again as you pulled back to face him, “then you are going to lose,” you said before leaning in, closing the space between you two and kissing him.
your lips moved in a kind of symphony, your neck craning just a bit so you can get unperturbed access to his honey laced lips. you are like a bee, nipping at it, admiring it, showering it with your affection and in return, it keeps you addicted to it.
junhui’s hands were quick to let go off the console which hung to his knee by the cord attached to it. his hands swiftly got a hold of the skin of your ass-cheeks which were splayed on his lap, right atop his crotch area. the impact of his hands on your skin, pushed your body further into him. the forward movement caused a slight graze of your core against his crotch which elicited a noiseless gasp from his lips.
taking the opportunity, you let your tongue travel inside his mouth, effectively coming in contact with his tongue. he felt the wet muscle which conveyed your smell with it. the familiar scent wafted through his senses like wave.
to turn the tables, he cupped your cheeks and started sucking on the wet muscles relentlessly. the pressure was gentle, his touch was soft, the whole atmosphere enveloping you two was filled with quietude.
his hands were not idle either, they alternated between twisting and squeezing the muscle of your ass, like he was kneading dough. the alternate motion mirrored the pressure of his mouth on yours, when he squeezed your ass, his tongue also pulsated against yours like a clash while when his hands twisted your ass, his tongue sucked on yours like a vacuum. as a result, you alternated your breathing from panting to relaxing. a perfect balance to create maximum pleasure.
when you felt both your tongues going hoarser due to the lack of rest, you pulled back, your breathing heavy. a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.
junhui was quick to turn his face towards the slant of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses. every slight laze of his hoarse, textured tongue on the expanse of your skin had you squirming, sending electric shocks down where your pants connected to each other.
after he made sure you were a squirming mess, his lips attached right at the crook of your neck and sucked out a love bite. he started his alternating motions again. once sucking out love bites, and then licking at the slight pinkish marks.
once he was sure he had given you a good few marks, he pulled back, admiring his work, his fingers gently grazing over them as he drawled out, “think i won.”
“oh yeah?” your eyes snapped to his, a daring look in them while a playful sly smile played on your lips, “don’t think so.”
you did not give him time to respond before crashing your lips with his again, this time, your hands doing all the holy work.
your dominant hand grabbed a handful of his hair, your grip never painful while your free hand cupped his chin to keep his face in the position that you want it at.
your tongue was quick at work, making its way inside his mouth again past his wary teeth which tried to bite you away because none of you wanted to lose the game. boy, is he wrong, he is going to lose so bad.
you relaxed your jaw, his forehead resting down on yours, the sweat acting as some kind of adhesive. you both made eye contact, before slowly closing your eyes to enjoy the sensation. your hand in his hair played with the strands in an endearing manner, while the grip on his chin left fading nail marks on his skin from how strongly you held him close to you lest he shall disappear into thin air.
you sucked on the soft muscle of his tongue, feeling the texture around before applying more pressure. does he think he is the only one who can alternate actions? nah, you can too and he is going to regret it.
you lifted your bottom once, creating a vacuum like gap between the two of you before letting your body down on his lap again, your thighs on either side of his legs carried all your weight as you grazed against his semi-erect length.
jun’s eyes snapped open and widened in a second he felt the graze, his hands tried to ground your hips down but you had no wish of stopping your motions.
withstanding his pleas at stopping you, you paced up your hips, grinding against his length. the material of his jeans, especially the dense part around the zipper gave you a type of elevation to grind your hips into. you soon found a comfortable pace.
you let a moan, before swirling your tongue once around his mouth to taste every crevice in his mouth. you teeth came clashing against his as you both tried to catch your breaths.
instead of pulling away completely, your teeth caught his lower lip in between them, nipping at them, your hips never taking a rest to stimulate his senses. your hand which was grabbing his chin, slipped down to the nape of his neck, holding onto it like your life depended on it. you licked his lips once before biting them again, “i won again.”
“i am going to get right back,” jun announced as he stood up abruptly, holding you around his torso securely.
a sudden yelp was tore from your mouth as you were not expecting him to get up.
“you are not going to win every time, babe,” he mumbled against your lips, biting them as a return gift before walking towards his bed and throwing you unceremoniously on it.
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key:
qinai de: ‘dear’
qin: ‘bae’
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