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I sigh dreamily when I think of jun
i wanted to say smth but i got nothing im just in awe 😭
i had a dream of wen junhui
now i have grown fond of him very much so ( it continues to grows so ) like i need to hang onto his shoulder and tackle him
i am going crazy ik but like i am very enamored by his sassiness and whimsy and it’s cuteness aggression on me but at the same time im having the romantic heart eyes for him
dare you ────୨ৎ──── w. junhui x fem reader
warnings: friends to lovers, alcohol use, oral sex (m. rec), protected sex, wc: 2694 author's note: thinking about friends with benefits with jun and this is what my mind provided
The coffee table was cluttered with empty beer bottles and half-eaten snack bowls that formed a chaotic mess. You and Jun had been at it for hours, the card game starting innocently enough after a few shots of soju to loosen up the evening.
Friends with benefits—that's what you called it, a no-strings arrangement that kept things fun and uncomplicated. No kissing on the lips, though. That was the unspoken boundary, the line that kept it from tipping into something too real, too intimate. Despite that, you'd crossed plenty of other thresholds with him, like the night he took your virginity, guiding you through the intensity with careful hands and whispered encouragements.
Jun slouched on the couch opposite you, his hair tousled from running his fingers through it every time he lost a round. He wore a loose white t-shirt and gray sweatpants that did little to hide the outline of his thighs. His eyes, usually sharp and playful, were hazy now from the alcohol, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he slapped down another card.
“Ha! That's three in a row for me. You're going down, literally,” he teased, his voice slurring just a bit at the edges.
You laughed, the warmth of the soju buzzing through your veins, making your cheeks flush.
“You're cheating. I saw you peek at my hand earlier.” You tossed your cards onto the table, the pile scattering slightly.
Leaning back against your armchair, you stretched your legs out, your bare feet brushing against his under the table. The contact sent a familiar spark up your leg, but you ignored it, focusing instead on pouring another round from the bottle.
He snatched the glass you slid over, clinking it against yours with exaggerated flair. “To my victory streak.”
He downed it in one go, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Setting the glass down, he eyed you with that mischievous glint, the one that always signaled trouble—or pleasure.
“Truth or dare? Since we're drunk and all.”
The game had devolved from cards to this sometime around the fourth bottle, boundaries blurring like the edges of your vision.
“Dare,” you said without hesitation, the alcohol making you bold.
Why not? It was Jun, after all—safe in his unreliability, hot in his unpredictability.
His grin widened, teeth flashing white in the low light. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I dare you to... lose the shirt.”
You rolled your eyes but complied, peeling off your tank top and tossing it aside. The cool air hit your skin, nipples hardening slightly under your bra, and you caught the way his gaze lingered, darkening with interest.
“Your turn,” you shot back, reshuffling the deck sloppily. “Truth or dare?”
He hesitated, then smirked. “Truth.”
“What's the wildest thing you've thought about doing with me that we haven't tried yet?” The question slipped out easier than intended, fueled by the buzz and the easy intimacy of the night.
Jun's laugh was low, rumbling from his chest as he rubbed the back of his neck, a flush creeping up his ears. “Honestly? Something with toys. Maybe using one on you while we fuck? But that's for another night.”
He waved it off, but the image hung in the air, thick and charged. You dealt the next hand, but the cards felt secondary now, the tension coiling like a spring between you.
As the game wore on, the dares escalated. By the time the bottle was nearly empty, you were both sprawled closer on the couch, cards forgotten in a heap. Jun's arm draped casually over the backrest behind you, his fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder.
The alcohol had stripped away the filters, leaving raw edges exposed. He turned to you, his face inches away, breath warm with soju.
“You know,” he murmured, voice dropping an octave, “this game's boring now. Let’s get serious.” His hand slid from the couch to your arm, tracing lazy circles on your skin. The touch was electric, familiar yet always igniting fresh heat.
You met his eyes, seeing the hunger there, unmasked. “What do you have in mind?”
He licked his lips, the gesture unconscious but distracting. “Dare you to suck me off. Right here.”
The words hung blunt and direct, no preamble, just the raw request born of liquor and lust. His hand moved to his lap, palming himself through the sweatpants, the fabric tenting visibly as his cock hardened at the thought.
Your pulse quickened, a thrill shooting straight to your core. No kissing, sure, but this? This was fair game, the kind of casual that defined your arrangement. You shifted closer, knees pressing into the carpet as you knelt between his legs.
“Bossy tonight, huh?” you teased, but your voice came out breathy, eager.
Jun's fingers tangled in your hair, not pulling yet, just holding as he watched you with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Can't help it. You've been teasing me all night.”
He tugged his waistband down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and veined, and he was half-hard from the proximity alone, but as you wrapped your hand around the base, stroking slowly, it swelled fully in your grip—hot, pulsing, the skin silky over the rigid length.
You leaned in, breath ghosting over the tip, making him hiss. No rushing; you wanted to draw it out, savour the power shift. Your tongue flicked out, lapping at the slit, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum. Jun groaned, hips jerking slightly.
“Fuck, yeah... just like that.”
Emboldened, you swirled your tongue around the head, tracing its ridge, before taking him into your mouth. The stretch was immediate, your lips sealing around him as you sucked gently, hollowing your cheeks.
His grip tightened in your hair, guiding without forcing. You bobbed your head, taking more of him with each pass—halfway, then deeper, until the head bumped the back of your throat. The taste of him filled your senses, salty and addictive. You hummed around him, the vibration pulling a string of curses from his lips.
You pulled back slightly, lips dragging along the underside, tongue pressing flat against the vein that throbbed there. Saliva slicked him up, dripping down to your hand as you pumped what you couldn't swallow.
Jun's thighs tensed under your free hand, muscles flexing as he fought to stay still. But he didn't last long in restraint; soon, his hips bucked up, fucking into your mouth with shallow thrusts. You let him, relaxing your jaw, eyes watering but locked on his face—watching the pleasure twist his features, brows furrowed, mouth parted in silent moans.
“God, you're perfect at this,” he panted, voice rough.
One hand left your hair to grip the couch cushion, knuckles white. You sped up, sucking harder, tongue working relentlessly. The wet sounds filled the room—slurps and gasps, your own arousal building as his cock twitched against your tongue. You reached down, slipping a hand into your shorts to rub your clit, the friction adding to the haze.
Jun noticed, his eyes flicking down.
“Touching yourself? Dirty girl.”
The words spurred you on, your fingers circling faster as you deep throated him, nose brushing against his skin. He was close; you could feel it in the way he throbbed, the erratic pulse.
“Fuck, gonna cum,” he moaned. “Swallow it.”
You did, moaning around him as hot spurts hit the back of your throat. He came with a guttural groan, hips stuttering, flooding your mouth with thick ropes. You swallowed every drop, sucking him until he slumped back, spent and breathing hard.
Pulling off with a pop, you wiped your mouth, tasting him still on your tongue. Jun tugged you up, pulling you into his lap for a moment—bodies pressed close, but no lips met. Just heavy breaths and satisfied smiles. 'Best dare ever,' he murmured, hand sliding down to squeeze your ass.
The afterglow lingered like the soju, your body still thrumming with need. You sat straddled across his lap on the couch, his softening cock tucked back into his sweatpants, the evidence of your efforts smeared faintly on the fabric.
His hands roamed your back lazily, fingers tracing the curve of your spine under your bra strap, while your own palms rested on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breaths. The room spun gently from the alcohol, the discarded cards and bottles a testament to how far the night had unravelled.
Jun's eyes met yours, dark and glassy, a mix of satisfaction and something deeper flickering in them.
“That was... intense,” he murmured, his voice husky, thumb brushing your lower lip where a trace of his cum still lingered. The touch was innocent enough, but it ignited a spark low in your belly, the boundary you'd both upheld feeling flimsier than ever in this drunken fog.
You leaned in without thinking, the impulse born of the buzz and the intimacy of the moment. Your lips brushed his, soft at first, testing. He froze, eyes widening fractionally, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his mouth parted slightly, and you pressed forward, sealing the kiss. Your tongue slipped past his lips, carrying the salty tang of him, letting him taste himself on you. The flavor mingled with the soju on his breath, a heady combination that made your head swim.
Jun groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you like a shockwave. His hands clamped onto your hips, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened. Tongues tangled, wet and urgent, his initial surprise melting into desperation. He sucked on your tongue, chasing the taste, moaning low and broken.
“Mmmph, fuck, you taste like me.” His words were muffled against your lips, but they sent a jolt straight to your core, your pussy clenching with fresh need.
You broke the kiss briefly, gasping, but he chased after you, capturing your mouth again with a hunger that bordered on feral. His cock stirred beneath you, hardening against your thigh through the thin barrier of cloth. It thickened quickly, pressing insistently as his hips rocked up in shallow grinds.
“We—we said no kissing,” he panted between kisses, but there was no conviction in it, only raw want. His moans grew louder, needy whimpers escaping as you nipped at his bottom lip, your hands fisting in his shirt.
“I know,” you whispered, voice breathy, the alcohol stripping away your hesitation. “But I want to. Want you.”
The admission hung between you, heavy and honest. His body responded before his words could, cock now fully erect, straining against his sweatpants, the outline clear and demanding.
Jun's hands slid up your sides, thumbs grazing the undersides of your breasts, making you arch into him. He kissed you harder, messier, saliva slicking both your chins as his tongue explored every inch of your mouth.
Moans poured from him unchecked—a continuous stream of “Ahh... yes... more,” his usual composure shattered. You ground down on his lap, feeling the heat of his erection rub against your soaked shorts, the friction teasing your clit through the fabric. Pulling back just enough to look at him, you saw the flush high on his cheeks, lips swollen and glistening.
“Jun... what's happening?” The question was soft, laced with the vulnerability the drinks had unearthed.
He swallowed hard, eyes searching yours, the haze clearing just enough for sincerity to shine through. His hands cupped your face, thumbs stroking your jaw.
“I can't do this anymore. Pretending it's just fun.” His voice cracked, raw emotion bleeding into the words. “I've had feelings for you for months. Longer than the friends with benefits shit. Every time we're together, I want more. I want all of you. Not just your body, but this.”
He gestured vaguely between you, then pulled you into another kiss, slower this time, tender despite the urgency.
Your heart pounded, the confession hitting like a wave, but it felt right, inevitable.
“Me too,” you admitted against his lips, the words tumbling out. “I think I've been falling for you too.”
The drunken stupor made it easy to say, but the truth had been simmering beneath the surface.
Jun's eyes softened, a smile breaking through the lust. “Then let me show you.”
He stood suddenly, lifting you with him effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you toward the bedroom, kicking the door open with his foot. The room was lit by a bedside lamp, the bed unmade from earlier, sheets rumpled invitingly.
He lowered you onto the mattress gently, following you down, his body covering yours without crushing. Kisses trailed from your lips to your jaw, neck, collarbone, hot and open-mouthed, sucking marks into your skin.
“Gonna make love to you,” he murmured against your throat, the phrase carrying weight, different from the casual fucks you'd shared before.
His hands worked your bra clasp free, tossing it aside, then palmed your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they pebbled hard.
You moaned, arching up, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Yes... please.”
He lavished attention on your chest, mouth closing over one nipple, sucking firmly while pinching the other. Tongue flicked and teeth grazed, sending jolts of pleasure down to your pussy, which ached emptily now. His cock pressed against your thigh, hot and insistent, leaking through his pants onto your skin.
Impatient, you tugged at his waistband. “Off. Need you naked.”
He obliged, shoving the sweatpants down and kicking them away, his cock springing free, the head flushed dark. You shimmied out of your shorts and panties in record time, spreading your legs to reveal your glistening folds.
Jun's breath hitched, eyes devouring you. “So beautiful.”
He settled between your thighs, cock nudging your entrance, but he paused, grabbing a condom from the nightstand. Always prepared, even in the blur. Rolling it on quickly, he lined up, rubbing the tip through your slickness, coating himself.
“Slow,” you whispered, wanting to savour this shift.
He nodded, pushing in inch by inch, stretching you deliciously. Your pussy clenched around him, walls fluttering as he filled you completely, bottoming out with a shared groan.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he breathed, holding still to let you adjust, forehead pressed to yours.
Then he moved, hips rolling in a steady rhythm, deep thrusts that hit every sensitive spot. No frantic pounding; this was deliberate, intimate, his body undulating against yours. You wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him closer. Kisses punctuated each thrust—lips, cheeks, eyelids—soft and loving amid the building heat.
Jun's moans filled the room again, uninhibited, his face buried in your neck as he pumped into you.
“Love this... love you inside me like this.” The words slipped out, raw and unfiltered, making your chest tighten with emotion.
You met his thrusts, hips lifting to take him deeper, clit grinding against his pubic bone with every slide.
Sweat slicked your bodies, the slap of skin on skin mixing with wet sounds from where he plunged into your pussy. His hand slipped between you, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in firm circles that had you gasping.
“Come for me,” he urged, voice strained, pace quickening just a touch.
The pressure built fast, coiling tight in your core. You cried out, nails raking his back as orgasm crashed over you—pussy spasming around his cock, milking him in rhythmic pulses.
“Jun! Oh god.”
Waves of pleasure rippled through you, vision blurring with the intensity.
He followed seconds later, thrusts erratic as he buried himself deep, groaning your name like a prayer. His cock pulsed inside you, filling the condom with hot spurts. He collapsed onto you, both panting, bodies entwined in the aftermath.
Minutes passed in silence, just breaths syncing, his weight a comforting anchor. Jun lifted his head, kissing you softly—no rush, just affection.
“That was... everything,” he whispered, eyes shining.
You smiled, fingers threading through his damp hair. “Yeah. It was.”
Doe & Bean - pastry chef joshua x reader soulmate au
i will format these at some point. that time is not today. anyway. enjoy.
Trusting your new favourite barista, Minghao you learned this morning, was the best choice you’ve made all week. The pastries he provided were such a big hit at your morning meeting that your cubicle neighbour from HR asked for the business’ details so they could add the bakery to their regular roster of vendors for company events. Luckily you may have grabbed a business card or three on your way out the door earlier. It gets your day off to such a good start that you find yourself setting your alarm ten minutes earlier the next day to make sure you have time to stop by for a coffee.
This time you run into a new lanky barista. Also slightly cat-like but this one is taller, and all chaotic sunshine to yesterday’s quiet calm. His voice is also soft and his smile even more welcoming, eyes bright as he greets you when you walk in, but he’s bouncing around behind the counter like he’s already had a quad shot of espresso and humming to himself happily. You blink and when he turns back around to take your order you make note of the equally opposite aesthetic from Minghao’s. Where you were expecting dark and understated, this man wears light colours and has a whole pastel aesthetic going on.
Hair a soft brown that turns blonde where long bangs sweep over his face, a white t-shirt and lightwash jeans paired with a pale blue cardigan that somehow manages to be oversized even on his long frame. You have to look up to meet his eyes and when he notices, he leans down to meet your eye level without blinking.
“What can I get for you this morning?”
You smile softly. “I would love whatever you’re on.”
He just sighs, shaking his head. “I can’t make you that. Secret recipe I’m afraid. The boss would ask too many questions about whether putting that much redbull in the coffee is legal.”
Your lips twitch and you’re not sure how he manages to keep a straight face.
“Now you have me curious.”
His expression is solemn. “I don’t think we’re allowed to sell battery acid.”
You glance around and nod. “Doesn’t seem like you have the right license for that kind of liquid.”
His eyes twinkle with mischief at you playing along. You don’t know how you find it in yourself. You’re exhausted and still half asleep but the conspiratorial smile he flashes you is worth it.
“I can get you a house special though, if you need enough caffeine to take out an elephant and you don’t mind a little creativity. Just don’t tell the boss.”
You nod and take the pinky he holds out waiting for your promise.
“Don’t tell me what?”
You both turn as a shorter man strolls up and swings an arm around the barista’s shoulder. This one makes the double denim look work in a way that makes you mad he’s so effortlessly pretty this early on a Wednesday.
“Where all the white monsters disappear to.”
The newcomer sighs at this admission and turns to you with a slightly concerned expression. “Let me guess, Junnie’s trying to sell you on one of his new creations?”
You shrug. “That depends, does the house special count as a science experiment?”
The man blinks, turning back to his barista. “We have a house special?”
“You left Hao in charge while you went on vacation for two weeks. He took being deputy manager very seriously.”
“Of course he did. Okay,” Mister boss man blinks at you. “Are you sure you can handle enough caffeine to fuel a dinosaur?”
You consider that. “I’m going to err on the side of yes.”
The barista gives you his best innocent face. “Shua hyung, please let the nice pretty lady make her own grownup decisions. She knows what she’s doing.”
You play along, sure that you’re going to get exactly the motivation you need to make it through the day of meetings and site visits you have planned.
Shua just sighs and throws his hands in the air. “Don’t leave me a bad review when you can’t stop vibrating for three days.”
You lock eyes with the barista, whose name tag you have now noticed reads Junhui, and nod. “Perfect. If you can find a way to put some vanilla syrup in it I’ll rate you five stars on every platform.”
He grins. “Can I recommend a pastry to go with your morning bean juice?”
You tilt your head, considering. “Do you have any of those fabulous blueberry cream cheese danishes today?”
He nods. “We do.”
“I’ll take two. Minghao was a very bad influence yesterday.”
Jun’s grin widens. “You met Hao? And you came back? Yup, house special with extra pep just for you.”
You just shake your head and smile as he skips away to get something started. Shua turns to you and holds out a hand.
“I’d apologize for him, but unfortunately it seems like you’re already fond.”
You just laugh and take the hand he offers, letting him shake on it. “What can I say, he’s made my week a little more interesting.”
“Well, thank you. I’m Joshua, that’s Jun and it seems you’ve already met our Hao. Please do come back, and if they give you any trouble let me know.”
You smile as he steps back to grab your pastries while Jun sings softly as he swirls a cup next to the espresso machine.
“I’ll definitely be back. You guys are like ten minutes down the street and very conveniently between me and the office.”
Joshua smiles back and it’s blinding. “I’m glad to hear they haven’t scared you away.”
“Not yet.”
This time as his hand brushes yours while handing over the paper bag, you feel a jolt of electric current along your skin. It’s like you’ve shocked yourself and you shake it off until you glance up and find Joshua’s eyes locked on yours and wide with surprise. He opens his mouth to say something else but just then Jun saunters up with a large drink and a grin so wide you don’t know how it doesn’t split his handsome face in half.
“House special for my favourite customer.”
“I’m your only customer.”
“So far.”
You forget all about the tingle in your fingers as he rings you up with more banter and sends you off with a wave.
wait whoa are there NO pics of junhui with fake blood?? i feel like we've gotta have some.. my moodboard will not be complete without it... no..... (pls if you know of one send it to me!!)
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