a/n: um drabble rapidinho só pra desejar feliz aniversário pro junjun! espero que vocês gostem <3
Pensando muito sobre a ideia de sentar no rosto do Jun. Eu sinto que ele toparia muito a ideia, mesmo sem saber o principal motivo por trás dela (muito obrigada pela dica, Doja!!), e que assim que você pedisse ele já sairia deitando na cama e te posicionando bem em cima da boca dele.
Conhecendo o Junhui e sabendo que de santinho ele não tem absolutamente NADA, sinto que ele seria apaixonado por te dar oral (ou te satisfazer, de um modo geral), então não demoraria muito para ele sair distribuindo vários beijinhos na buceta carente e algumas lambidinhas de gato só ‘pra testas as águas. Mas não demoraria muito tempo para ele começar a ficar um pouquinho mais entusiasmado.
As mãos grandes dele ficariam o tempo todo no interior das suas coxas, tentando te deixar o mais abertinha possível ‘pra ele poder te chupar direitinho. Ele não economizaria energia, babaria sua buceta inteirinha e praticamente beijaria como se fosse sua boca, alternando o tempo todo entre sugadas leves e com direito até a cabeça dele se movimentando para um ângulo melhor, algumas lambidas e, vez ou outra, a língua quente ameaçando penetrar a entradinha carente.
Assim que o Jun sentisse o buraquinho pulsar um pouco mais e suas coxas tensionarem mais do que antes, — sinal de que você ‘tá pertinho de gozar ‘pra ele — ele seria ainda mais atencioso com cada um dos movimentos que ele fizesse, e seria dessa forma que ele ia descobrir, acidentalmente, o quanto você gosta quando o nariz dele roça direitinho seu clitóris enquanto ele te lambuza inteira.
Com o maior esforço do mundo, você abriria os olhinhos e juntaria toda a força do mundo para se agarrar nos lençóis, tentando ter pelo menos um vislumbre do namorado entre as suas pernas. E, sinceramente, quem não gozaria vendo um Junhui todo bonitinho chupando sua buceta como se fosse a melhor coisa que ele já fez na vida dele?
He’s always been a fighter and a protector in every lifetime. No matter how hard he tries evil always follows you in one way or another. You have no clue who he is until you come face to face with the man, warding off the evil from your dreams. You find him in an abandoned warehouse fighting in an illegal boxing match. The man in the ring winning instantly captures your attention in every way possible.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: coming the first weekend of may
˙⋆✮ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞(𝐬): romance, smut, angst
˙⋆✮ 𝐚𝐮(𝐬): underground boxing au, reincarnation au, egyptian god au, soulmate au
˙⋆✮ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 14k
˙⋆✮ 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit adult content, violence, gang activity, fighting, injuries, blood, mc has a shitty ex that won’t leave her alone and is harassing her and practically stalking her, attempted murder, sex work, and stripping.
˙⋆✮ 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected p in v, creampie, fooling around in the shower, hand job, choking, body worship, couch sex, riding, fingering, they’re both kinda desperate, lots of making out, nipple play Nicknames: baby, bunny (hers)
˙⋆✮ 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 18+ nsfw
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Teaser
With a tray in hand you're walking from table to table taking orders. Walking over to the bar you find your favorite bar tender Jeonghan.
"Table ten wants an old fashioned."
"Bunny, why are you here tonight?" Jeonghan is only one of two people you're close with here. He's been calling you Bunny since he met you. He says you're cute like a bunny.
"I'm working." He's asking you why you're here, because this is the ninth day you've been here in a row.
"Why aren't you taking any days off?" Jeonghan asks, as he's making the drink.
"I'm saving money so I can take a self defense class."
"Is Dae still bothering you?” Jeonghan knows all about you ex. Dae and you dated for two years, and broke up over eight months ago and since your break up, he has been harassing you. He's connected to the gangs that run this city and isn't someone to mess with. Over the last two months he's been basically stalking you.
"He won't leave me alone." Jeonghan sits the drink on the counter.
"Bunny, I know a guy. His name is Junhui. He's a fighter and if I tell him about Dae, I know he'll teach you to fight. He's got his own gym and everything."
"Okay." You know that Jeonghan wouldn't send you to a sketchy man, to teach you to fight.
The night goes on in a blur. You keep waiting tables, and you can't count the amount of men who have tried to touch you.
The doors swing open, and you see Dae and a few gang friends walk in. Immediately you feel sick. You glance over at the bar and see Jeonghan watching carefully.
Looking over by the stage you see your boss signaling you towards their table. You shake your head and try to walk away, attempting to rush backstage.
Someone grabs your hand, and immediately you know it's Dae. "Baby, why are you running away?"
Stopping dead in your tracks. You look at him, trying not to show any emotions. "Let go of me."
"If I let go, you'll run away, and we need to talk."
You groan, pulling your shoulder back attempting to get away. "I have nothing to say to you."
"Baby don't be like that."
"Let go of me." You seethe.
This isn't the first time he's shown up. He's just never been brave enough to touch you like this. When you were with him he definitely sucked and was an asshole. The definition of a shitty boyfriend, but he never laid a hand on you.
You pull forward quickly, before he drops your arm. You look up to see Mingyu, the body guard holding your ex. "You don't touch the girls, asshole." Mingyu pulls him back.
Dae throws his elbow back attempting to hit Mingyu. Except he doesn’t stand a chance at even moving the mountain that is Mingyu.
'Time to leave, buddy." You look behind him to see another bouncer kicking out Dae's friends.
"Baby, you can't avoid me. We will talk." Mingyu drags him out of the club. Shaking your head rush to the back. Your eyes brim with tears, you're overwhelmed and caught off guard.
The door to the back opens and Mingyu steps into the back. Reaching up you push away your tears. Mingyu silently watches you for a second before he holds open his arms. You don't say anything, you step into his arms. He holds you close and rubs your back.
Since you started working here you've grown close with Mingyu. The bouncer has become like a brother to you. He always goes out of his way to protect you.
"Bun, you should go home." He's picked up on using the same nicknames for you that Jeonghan uses.
"I need the money." You pull away from his hold.
"Jeonghan told me about his friend who is a fighter. I think you should talk to him."
★ | member — junhui x fem reader
★ | genre — smut, strangers to lovers (first date au)
★ | word count — 3k
★ | synopsis — your first date with jun has been good, but all you've been able to think about all night is how to get him alone.
★ | warnings — unprotected sex, creampie, big dick!jun, car sex, fingering, jun is a boobs guy, lowercase intended, title is a baekhyun song and you should listen to it
★ | notes — i'm still on hiatus, sorry i know it's been a while - my personal life has been really busy as i'm graduating college in a little over a month! anyway as a treat here's an old draft. remember to reblog if you like this :) ily huihuis
as far as first dates go, junhui would say this one has been pretty good. sometimes you really click with someone right away, and he can’t speak for you but he definitely felt it tonight. you’d spent so long talking together, that the waiter had had to ask you to leave so they could close the restaurant.
"can we park somewhere?" you ask suddenly, to his curiosity. he nods and pulls into the exit lane to get off the freeway, but the next words that come out of your mouth he wouldn’t have guessed in a million years.
"i've been really wet since dinner, and… i wanna ride you. if that's cool, i mean."
his cheeks have never turned that many shades of red so quickly before, but he's not one to complain when an opportunity presents itself. he can't lie and say he hasn't been stealing glances at your beautiful tits all night long and hoping that sooner or later he'll get to see them bouncing in his face.
it doesn't take long before he's found a secluded spot at the back of an empty parking lot; it's past midnight, after all, and most places are closed by now. as soon as the ignition's shut off you're scrambling to unbuckle your seatbelt and climbing over the center console to plant yourself in his lap, and god, you can already feel how hard he is beneath you.
his hands find your waist immediately, starting to slide up your sides as you fumble with your pants. you can't remember the last time you were this greedy, this impatient, and especially on a first date. but the way his hair falls in his face, the way he’d grinned mischievously at you every time you’d make a joke, and the way he's been staring at you all fucking night like he wants to devour you — you can't help but want him.
you can feel your panties sticking to you as you push them away and slide them down your legs. the crampedness of his car and the way your body is angled makes it awkward to pull off gracefully, but neither of you seem to care. his hands are still gripping your sides with his thumbs beneath your breasts, resting there almost like he's forgotten what he's doing. his eyes are fixed on your face, enamored with the little frustrated scrunch of your nose as you struggle to fling your clothes off.
he finally seems to snap back into action when you've successfully stripped your lower half and begin focusing your attention on his jeans. he squeezes your sides a little rougher, just enough to get you to stop, and your eyes flick back up to his.
"can— can i see these?" he asks, his voice a little more gruff as his fingers slide closer to your breasts.
the wicked grin you give him in return makes the both of you start to move a little faster. his dick is painfully hard by now, and all he wants to do is press his nose between your tits until he suffocates in them.
you take your hands off his zipper and move up to your tank top, pulling it down to sit beneath your breasts. you start to reach behind you to unclip your bra, but he's too quick; within seconds you feel the pressure in your back release, the straps slipping down your shoulders as his fingers expertly undo the clasp. he does it too easily, too practiced, and it only makes you want those fingers inside you all the more.
he doesn't hesitate to remove the loose fabric and toss it into the backseat, leaving your breasts bare on display in front of him. his hands resume their position at your chest, and he's so fixated on them that you don't even think he fully notices when you go back to working on his zipper.
but his attention refocuses when he feels the pressure from his pants loosen, and he lets out a groan when he looks down and sees your hand palming his bulge. he's no stranger to one night stands and he's had more than his fair share of hookups, but god, this might actually be the best night of his life. he manages to bring one hand away from your boobs long enough to swipe it between your legs, and he nearly hisses at the feeling. you weren't lying earlier—you're fucking soaked. so much so that when he pulls his hand away to look, three of his fingers glisten under the dim streetlight, connected by thin strings of your arousal.
he needs you on his cock, now, and judging by the slick on his hand you're probably wet enough to take him without any prep. but his last shred of sense is screaming at him to sink his fingers deep into your pussy first until you're shaking on his lap, and he's obliged to listen.
he's never been this desperate to fuck someone before, and if he had any coherent thoughts still running through his brain he might be embarrassed about that. but you're so equally enthusiastic that he honestly can't bring himself to care. it's not every day that a date goes this well, so you might as well enjoy it.
junhui traces your entrance with his fingertips, making wide circles around the area without touching where you really want him. he's teasing, he can't help it, but he's also waiting for you to let him continue. he glances up at your face again, and he smirks in satisfaction when he sees that cute little frustrated scrunch of your nose again, your mouth hanging slightly open and your shoulders braced in concentration.
"you want my fingers?" he asks. he's trying unbelievably hard not to push his hips upward to get the feeling of your wetness brushing against his bulge. it's probably even more restraint than it's taking you to not start grinding down on his leg and work yourself to completion that way. but the voice of reason in the back of your head is telling you that that won't be nearly as satisfying as cumming on his cock or his fingers will be, and so you resist.
"please," you choke out, your hips writhing in the air from the lack of stimulation.
he finally complies, teasingly tracing around your lips one last time before pushing into you. you can feel his fingers getting wetter and wetter each time he plunges them into you, curling them at just the right angle that makes your knees weak on either side of his hips. your whole body is alight from his touch, every nerve on fire, and you already know it's not going to take much more for you to fall apart.
his other arm is wrapped tightly around your waist, keeping you firmly planted against him despite how hard your body instinctively tries to buck away from the pleasure. your hands fall to his shoulders as you struggle to hold on, and you're sure he can feel your nails digging into his skin, but he doesn't say anything. he just continues to fuck you with his fingers, silently watching your face as the car fills with wet, messy noises. no one in your life has ever gotten you this close so quickly.
suddenly he pulls his fingers out, and you shudder in frustration as you feel your orgasm ebbing away. he holds his dripping fingers in front of your face, and without him even needing to ask, you open your mouth and welcome them. his fingers are hot against your lips, the bitter taste of your own arousal coating the inside of your mouth as you swirl your tongue around them. somehow he doesn't seem shocked at your immediate reaction; he seems pleased, even. yeah, this is the man you've been waiting for all your life.
your eyelashes flutter as you suck, unable to control the choked whimpers and whines that slip past your lips. your self control is waning, and without thinking your hips start to grind against him, desperate to keep the stimulation going.
you're quick to speak after he pulls his fingers from between your lips, satisfied with the way you've cleaned them for him. "wanna cum on your cock, junnie," you whimper. the nickname slips out without thinking, and you’re still unconsciously rubbing yourself against his clothed bulge. your eyes are blown wide when he looks at you, and while the rational part of his mind knows it's because it's dark outside, he can't help the surge of pride that rushes through him seeing you so fucked out already. if this is what you look like, just from riding his fingers? he can't wait to see what you look like taking more.
"you want my cock, baby?" he groans, testing out a nickname of his own and watching how you bloom from the praise.
you lift your hips enough for him to pull his dick out of his pants and finally get a good look at what's going to be rearranging your guts tonight.
"you're so— thick," you choke out, trying not to stumble over your words, but your mouth is watering at the sight of him and all the previously reasonable thoughts in your brain have instantly been replaced with pure want. he's so much bigger than you expected.
"can you take it?" he says, confidence faltering a little when he sees how enraptured you're staring. he's used to hearing the shock and excitement in people’s voices when they see him, but he knows from experience that having a big dick isn't always what it's cracked up to be.
you're silent for another second, blinking as you try to collect your thoughts, and then you lift your head and kiss him hard. but you pull away just as quickly, barely giving him time to register everything as you nod.
"yeah. i can. want you to make it fit," you breathe out, a whisper against his lips, and all he can do is groan and kiss you again. he pulls you tighter against him as your mouths crash together, the heat between you building more and more with each passing second. he's still not even inside you yet, but you're both moving your hips in tandem as if he was, chasing the friction that isn't there yet.
junhui finally pulls back again, creating barely enough room to slip his hand between your bodies and fist his cock. his free hand squeezes your hips roughly to get you to stop moving long enough to line himself up with your pussy.
you finally sink down onto his length, and both your loud groans fill the compact space. he hisses at the tight feeling around his cock as you whimper, eyes squeezed shut again in concentration. he can feel your walls throbbing against him as he struggles to keep himself still, knowing you're still adjusting. fuck, he wants nothing more than to pound into you like there's no tomorrow, but he has to wait. he's way too close to the edge already, so he starts counting the seconds in his head to try and distract himself until you're ready. you can feel every inch of him stretching you open, buried so deep in you that it makes your head spin.
your legs are already starting to burn from sitting in this position but after another minute once your muscles start to relax, you manage to lift yourself up and push your hips back down. it's an agonizingly slow rhythm as his cock forces itself into the tight space, but you still haven't quite caught your breath. you keep moving at this pace, up down, up down, in out, in out, until he grips your hips and pulls you down to stop your motion with him fully buried inside you.
"want me to take over?" he whines, and it catches you off guard to hear his voice a little higher and a little more broken than before.
the noise that leaves your mouth can only be described as inhuman, and he nods in acknowledgement as you give up control. there's a few seconds of pause, as if giving you a chance to change your mind, before he snaps his hips upward and you immediately let out a squeak, a heavy breath of pleasure mixed with relief. his arms settle around your lower back for leverage, which forces you to arch your spine and push your chest into his face. but that only seems to spur him on even more as he buries himself in your breasts, pressing against his cheeks.
when jun groans you can practically feel the reverberations in your ribcage, and you wrap your arms around his head to keep him in place. the new pace he's set isn't much faster than before, but it's a thousand times more intense as he fucks into you, filling every part of you to the brim with each thrust.
it only takes a few more rough snaps of his hips before the coil inside you breaks, and you have to hold back a scream as your body contorts in ways you didn't even know were possible. your voice is nearly hoarse as you cry out his name over and over again, begging him not to stop, not to change anything, to please just keep fucking you. and he listens, doing his best to keep you upright despite the way you writhe in his grip. with your breasts in his face he can feel your heartbeat in his ears as if it's his own, and it takes so much concentration to make sure he doesn't immediately follow you over the edge right after. when your shaking starts to subside a little and he's positive he can't hold back any longer, he tips his head back to speak.
"where can i—"
you interrupt before he can get all the words out. "inside. i'm on the pill. please."
he whines and buries his face in your breasts again, leaving sloppy kisses all over your skin between curses muttered under his breath. with a few more rough thrusts he's done, holding you even tighter against him as he spills into you and groaning louder when you clench your muscles around him.
"fuckin' milking my cock," he hisses into your chest with eyes shut, his voice rough from how hard he's focused.
your hip bones ache, both from the position and from the sheer size of him that you aren’t accustomed to, and you slump into the passenger seat with your legs still across his lap. his hand immediately slides between your thighs, his large palm cupping your pussy to collect his cum that's beginning to leak out of you. it takes him a second before he's able to form words, but he rubs your thigh soothingly as nods at you.
"napkins in the glove box," he manages, and you're jolted back to reality as you remember you're still laid out in his car and he probably doesn't want to get cum all over his seats.
with his free hand he reaches for your panties, which somehow ended up on the dashboard, and he passes them over to you as he starts to clean you up. you lean your head back against the window and let out a shaky breath, forcing yourself to come back down. the cold glass sends a chill through you as you feel the warmth beginning to drain out of you, bare skin prickling with goosebumps.
after a few minutes and a few crumpled napkins tossed on the floor, he clears his throat, and you manage to refocus your eyes enough to meet his gaze.
"your place, or mine?"
"huh?"
your ears are still ringing from the intensity of your orgasm, and you're not sure what he just said. it kinda sounded like he wants to sleep over with you, but there's no way a guy as hot as him wants more than just a quick fuck.
"would you rather go home or come back to my place?" he repeats. "i'm not leaving you alone after that. you need a shower, and probably some tylenol." he winces a little and looks down at his lap, and it's almost strange to see him so shy after he just fucked you into another dimension. "i probably should've given you more warning. car sex isn't that easy on a first date, but fuck, you took it so well, and—"
"you can come over to mine," you interrupt him, still laying halfway in the passenger seat and trying not to be completely useless even though you feel like a melted puddle. "best first date i've ever had."
you can tell the exact moment that your words register in his brain, because the relief that spreads across his face is plain as day. as soon as you can muster all the strength you have left, you sit up and pull your legs back over into your seat, pushing yourself into a comfortable position.
"next time i want to fuck your tits," he exhales shakily as he puts his seatbelt back on, though his voice comes out more like a squeak.
"next time?" you ask, making your best attempt to playfully raise an eyebrow at him. he may be bringing you home and taking care of you, but that doesn't guarantee there's going to be a next time. well, maybe it does. you're really looking forward to there being a next time.
he scoffs, only fumbling a little bit to shove his keys into the ignition. "don't play dumb. i know you enjoyed that. don't act like you don't wanna see yourself covered in my cum after i'm done with you."
the shiver that runs down your spine and the way you instinctively press your thighs together is all the confirmation he needs.
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This one is cute but sleeping and cockwarming Jun, waking up to him in the morning.
The sun’s barely rising, casting a soft golden light across the bedsheets, it's warm, quiet, and beautifully slow.
Jun is behind you, one of his arms is wrapped tightly around your waist, and his nose is buried in your neck. His breathing is soft, lips ghosting over your skin with every exhale. He’s still asleep, well, mostly.
And he’s still inside you.
You don’t remember exactly when it happened; it occurred sometime last night, in a slow and sweet way, and you ended up begging him not to pull out. Just to stay, just like you were. So he did.
Now, your hips shift the tiniest bit, and he groans low in his chest, the sound thick with sleep. “Don’t move yet,” he mumbles, voice raspy but with a slight dominant tone that sends shivers down your spine. “Just... stay.”
You freeze, but his hand slides down your stomach, possessive and slow, holding you against him as his hips roll forward; the movement is lazy and soft, and just enough to make your breath catch.
“You’re still so warm…” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Still perfect.”
You gasp as he shifts deeper, the stretch waking every inch of your body. “J-Jun...”
“Mmm. That’s it. Say my name like that again.”
His hand drifts lower, between your legs, and the lazy drag of his fingers against your sensitive skin makes you clench around him. He groans as he feels it. “Fuck. You really love being filled, huh?”
You can only nod, your back arching slightly as he starts to thrust slowly, his hips grinding almost teasingly, like he wants to feel every part of you waking up with him.
“Good girl,” he whispers against your neck, voice darker now than it was earlier, his hips pushing a little harder. “Let me take care of you before we even get out of bed.”
You whimper, already shaking, your body soaked in warmth and pressure and the heavy weight of him behind you and inside you, loving you so deeply it aches. You don’t leave the bed for hours.
Jun reacting to his s/o begging to give him head even tho other members are around.
The van is too quiet. It's that kind of stillness where everyone else is half-asleep with their headphones in, and their eyes closed from a long day of rehearsal. The soft hum of the road beneath you vibrates just enough to keep your thighs pressed tight.
But Jun? Jun’s wide awake beside you.
He has one hand draped lazily over your thigh, while the other scrolls through his phone, like he doesn’t feel you shifting and pressing closer. Like he hasn’t noticed your fingers brushing the hem of his shirt with trembling restraint.
Your breath is shallow, your lips by his ear. You whisper: “Please… I just want to taste you. Right now.”
His thumb stills on the screen, and his head turns slightly so that he's glancing at you in a sideways expression.
“You’re serious?” he murmurs, voice low and unreadable.
You nod, your eyes pleading. “I can’t stop thinking about it. Please, just for a second, they’re asleep!”
He doesn’t move for a long moment. Then he shifts in his seat and leans close enough for his lips to graze your jaw. “You really think I’m going to let you get on your knees for me when they’re two feet away?”
You shiver. “I’d be quiet-”
Jun’s fingers suddenly dig into your thigh, hard enough to make you gasp.
“Exactly,” he whispers, his tone now sharp like silk-wrapped steel. “You’d have to be. But I don’t want you quiet.”
He leans closer still. The tip of his tongue brushes the shell of your ear. “I want to hear every sound you make when I fuck your throat. I want your hands clawing at my hips because you can’t take it, not sneaking around like you’re desperate.”
He exhales slowly. “You want it that bad?”
You nod, breathless. Your panties are most definitely drenched. His hand slides higher on your thigh, squeezing in a way that has you almost gasping.
“Then be good and wait.”
You almost whimper, but he grips your chin and turns your face toward him. “You ask me to do this here again?” His voice drops. “You’re not getting my cock. You’re riding my thigh while they all sit in the same room, and I won’t let you cum.”
You stare at him, ruined already. And Jun? He smirks.
