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bom - 20+ - going w the flow

[wenwuwei]

20251205

hey, is this thing on?

it's been over a year since I last posted, life's been happening.

there are things to be grateful for: the job is good, people think I'm good, friends stuck around, and I'm here. that's enough for me.

[thirteenheavens]

junhui pussy eater supreme!!

Holy Shit || Wen Junhui x Reader

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Notes: he is such a munch literally the god

Jun sits across from you at the dinner table, his eyes crinkling into a smile as he watches you enjoy your food. The candlelight casts a warm glow on his face, making him look even more handsome.

"I'm so glad we decided to try this new restaurant," he says, taking a sip of his wine. "The food is amazing." You nod in agreement, savoring the flavors on your tongue. "Everything here is delicious," you reply, reaching out to hold his hand. "But I think I'm more interested in what comes after dinner."

Jun's smile turns into a knowing smirk as he rubs his thumb over your knuckles. "Oh really? And what exactly do you have in mind?" You lean in closer, lowering your voice so only he can hear you. "I want to show you just how much I appreciate you," you whisper, feeling a thrill of excitement run through you. "And I think you know exactly how to make me feel good."

Jun's eyes darken with desire as he sets down his fork. "Is that so?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "Well then, why don't we finish our dinner quickly and head back to my place?" You nod eagerly, unable to wait any longer. The rest of the meal passes in a blur, with both of you practically devouring your food in anticipation of what's to come.

You can sense the tension between you and Jun as he leads you back to his apartment. His hand rests on the small of your back, guiding you towards the door. Once inside, he pins you against the wall and kisses you deeply, his hands roaming over your body with a newfound urgency. "I've been wanting this for so long," he murmurs against your lips.

He lifts you up effortlessly, carrying you to his bedroom and gently laying you down on the bed. "Let me take care of you," he says, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and adoration. He starts by undressing you slowly, kissing every inch of exposed skin as he goes. You shiver at the feeling of his lips on your skin, your heart racing in anticipation of what's to come.

"You're so beautiful," he whispers, trailing kisses down your stomach until he reaches the apex of your thighs. "I've been dreaming about tasting you for ages."

"Jun," you moan softly, arching your back as he spreads your legs. "Please..." He looks up at you with a wicked grin, his eyes locked on yours as he lowers his head. "Patience, baby," he teases, his breath hot against your core.

"I want to savor every moment of this." He starts with slow, teasing licks along your folds, his tongue tracing lazy patterns that make you squirm with need. "You taste so sweet," he murmurs, his hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place.

As he increases the pressure and speed of his movements, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as you gasp for air. Jun smirks at your reaction, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on you. He slides a finger inside you as he sucks on your clit, curling it upwards to hit your g-spot.

"That's it," he coaxes, his voice muffled against your skin. "Let me hear how much you like it." You can feel your orgasm building rapidly, your thighs trembling as you try to hold back. But Jun is relentless, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every flick of his tongue.

"Come for me," he commands, his eyes dark with desire. "I want to taste all of you."

"You're incredible," you manage to gasp out as your orgasm crashes over you, your body convulsing with pleasure. Jun continues to lap at your core, prolonging your high until you're trembling and overstimulated.

"That was just the beginning," he says, crawling up your body to kiss you deeply. You can taste yourself on his lips, and it only serves to make you even more aroused.

"I have so much more to show you," he whispers, grinding his hard length against you. "Are you ready for more?"

"I need you to eat me out again," you plead, your voice shaky from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Please, I need to feel your tongue on me again." Jun grins at your eagerness, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'm not done with you yet," he says, kissing his way back down your body. "You're just too delicious to resist."

He settles between your legs once more, spreading you open and admiring the sight before him. "You're so wet for me," he murmurs, running a finger through your folds. "I could spend all night down here." Without further ado, he buries his face in your pussy, his tongue lapping at your clit with renewed vigor. He slides two fingers inside you this time, pumping them in and out as he sucks on your sensitive bud.

"Jun, oh my god," you moan, your hands gripping the sheets as he works his magic on you. You're already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, but he's not giving you a chance to recover.

"You're so responsive," he says, his voice muffled by your pussy. "I love how you squirm and whimper for me." He adds a third finger, stretching you out and filling you up perfectly. The sounds of his mouth on your wetness and your gasps fill the room, creating a symphony of pleasure.

"Come for me again," he commands, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot with each thrust. "Let go and let me take care of you." Your second orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, even more intense than the first. You scream his name, your body arching off the bed as you come undone.

Jun doesn't stop, prolonging your pleasure until you're shaking and crying from overstimulation. "That's my girl," he praises, finally pulling away and kissing his way back up your body. "You taste so good," he whispers, licking his lips as he hovers over you. "I could do that all day."

[wonwootattoo]

freak in the sheets TEASER | wen junhui | MDNI 18+

💻 pairing: college student ! fuckboy ! jun x abg ! college student ! fem ! reader 💻 genre: college au, SMUT in full fic 💻 summary: plagued by senioritis, you find yourself panicking after failing a quiz in your last computer science class. an introduction to wen junhui, your weird, gross and hot classmate with a rumored big dick changes your life as he proves to be both good at teaching and sex. 💻 A/n: okay pls read this before reading the story. Jun is like a weeb here if that makes sense like he’s not a loser, not a nerd, like he has friends and his own little group but he’s a weeb LOL and a hot one. Reader is a BADDDDDIEEEEE I’m talking abt abg aesthetic (not necessarily Asian) like she’s stunning and super cool. I just wanted to share bc this was the vision I had in mind when making this story! But as always feel free to imagine it all however you like!!! If you liked this, please let me know by interacting so I can continue working on the full fic which will hopefully be out in June! <3 💻 also u may notice that all the y/ns in my stories are all stem baddies so sorry that’s all I can relate to bc I was a stem major (compsci actually) in college (perhaps not a baddie) :(. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Shit, a 58%. 

This class was freaking you out. 

You prided yourself on always getting As in all the computer science classes you’ve taken so far. But this was just insane. 

On the first day of class, your professor went over the syllabus in 5 minutes and began teaching actual material. He spoke super fast, never wanted to answer questions, and had the worst handwriting you’ve ever seen. You thought you were ready for the first weekly quiz after surviving the first 2 classes, so why are you staring at a 58% on your computer screen?

You don’t know what to do. You have no friends in this class since the 1 out of 5 stars on ratemyprofessor deterred them from risking their entire academic career on a class that was hard with a shitty professor. But this topic genuinely interested you, and you didn’t want to spend your last year taking computer science electives you didn’t genuinely enjoy. 

You look around and your eyes land on a familiar head of hair.

It’s Wen Junhui.

Junhui has been a background character in your life since your freshman year. You're not friends, you’ve never spoken, but he’s been in almost every computer science class you’ve taken. You’re not sure how well he does since he's always playing Papa's Freezeria, Pizzeria, Susheria, Bakeria, and Scooperia. He should become an ambassador for the whole franchise, considering how he's given every single one of the games a go. 

There’s also an infamous rumor that he’s packing down there. You’ve heard from friends of friends of friends that he’s incredible in bed because of his so-called package. You refuse to believe it because… well, look at him.

He wears the same black hoodie every single time you see him. It says ‘supreme’ in huge white block letters right across the chest. His hair always looks slightly greasy, constantly changing colors from red to brown to blond and brown to pink to blue to grey to purple. Right now he’s currently blond. He’s disgusting and awkward and weird, so you're not super sure how exactly he’s rocked the world of some of the hottest girls you know. 

You watch him pick his ear for over a minute.

Is this gross idiot really your only hope?

[thirteenheavens]

sleepy soft & needy sex with jun pls??!!

You’re my everything|| Wen Junhui

Notes: this has to be the softest sex I’ve ever written on my god please read this LMAO

Jun pulls you close, his eyes full of love and desire as he kisses you softly. "I need you," he whispers against your lips, his hands roaming over your body with a gentle touch.

He lays you down on the bed and begins to undress you slowly, his fingers tracing over your skin as if you're the most precious thing in the world to him. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his lips following the path of his fingers. Once you're completely naked, Jun takes a moment to admire your body, his eyes filled with adoration. He climbs onto the bed and positions himself between your legs, his cock hard but not pressing against you just yet.

"I want to take my time with you," he says, his voice low and husky. "I want to make love to you like we have all the time in the world." He leans down and kisses your neck, his lips soft and gentle against your skin. His hands continue to explore your body, caressing your breasts and thighs with a tender touch.

"I love the way you feel," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "The way you moan when I touch you." He reaches down and slowly enters you, his movements slow and deliberate. He groans at the feeling of your tightness around him, his eyes locked on yours as he starts to move.

"You're so perfect," he says, his voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I did to deserve you." Jun continues to kiss your neck, his lips leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses down to your collarbone. He nuzzles your skin, inhaling your scent as he moves deeper inside you.

"I love you," he whispers against your skin, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. "You're everything to me." He looks up at you, his eyes full of love and vulnerability. "Promise me you'll always be mine," he says, his voice trembling slightly. You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "I promise," you whisper back, tears welling up in your eyes. "I'll always be yours, Jun."

He kisses you deeply, pouring all of his emotions into the kiss as he picks up the pace slightly. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, mingling with your soft moans and Jun's quiet gasps of pleasure. Jun peppers your shoulders and face with gentle kisses, his lips lingering on each spot for a moment before moving to the next. His breath is hot against your skin, and his body trembles with the effort of holding back.

"I'm close," he whispers, his voice strained. "But I want you to cum first." He reaches down between your bodies and begins to rub your clit in slow circles, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through your body. "Cum for me, baby," he urges, his eyes locked on yours. The combination of his gentle touch and deep thrusts brings you closer to the edge, and you feel your orgasm building up inside you like a tidal wave.

Jun notices your struggle to hold back and smiles softly. "It's okay," he says, his voice gentle. "We can go slow. I just want to make you feel good." He slows down his movements even further, taking his time to draw out every thrust and kiss. His fingers continue to tease your clit, but he's not pushing you over the edge just yet.

"Take your time," he whispers, nuzzling your neck. "I'm not going anywhere. We have all night." He showers you with more kisses and sweet words, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves being inside you like this. The tension builds slowly but steadily, both of you lost in the intimacy of the moment. Jun strokes your hair gently as he continues to make love to you, his fingers running through the strands in a soothing motion. The intimacy of the gesture only adds to the intensity of the moment.

"You're doing so well," he murmurs, his voice full of pride. "Taking me so deep, being so patient."He kisses your forehead, then moves to your lips again, his tongue exploring your mouth slowly. The slow pace continues, with Jun's hips moving in a gentle rhythm, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you.

"I can feel you clenching around me," he says, his voice hoarse with desire. "You're getting close, aren't you?" He kisses your neck and whispers in your ear. "Let go, baby. Cum for me." You finally give in to the pleasure, your body trembling as you reach your climax. Your pussy clenches tightly around Jun's cock, and he groans loudly, unable to hold back any longer.

"That's it," he gasps, his hips stuttering as he cums deep inside you. "Oh god, I'm cumming too." He buries his face in your neck, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. You can feel his hot seed filling you up, and it only intensifies your own pleasure.

After what feels like an eternity, Jun collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. He kisses your cheek and smiles, looking completely blissed out. You wrap your arms around Jun, holding him close as you both come down from your high. His body is warm and heavy on top of you, but you don't mind the weight.

"I love you," you whisper, nuzzling his neck. Jun kisses your forehead and smiles. "I love you too, more than anything in this world." He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms, cuddling you close. "Let's stay like this for a while," he says, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin.

You snuggle closer to him, feeling safe and loved in his embrace. The room is quiet except for the sound of your breathing and the occasional kiss that Jun presses to your hair. “I never want this moment to end," he murmurs, holding you tighter. "You're my everything, Y-N."

[lycaniums-room]

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[eoieopda]

in limine (teaser) | wjh

in limine (latin): at the threshold, in the beginning

synopsis: you think that by remaining single this year, you’ve found a loophole in your string of shitty valentine’s days. the universe thinks you should lose your paralegal on the eve of a major trial and see if you wouldn’t rather have all of those untimely breakups and missed dates instead. pairing: wen junhui x reader au: law firm, coworkers to something genre: fluff, minor angst, smut word count: 1.2k (teaser), est. 11-15k (fic) content/warnings: attorney!reader, attorney!junhui, pov switches, civil litigation (derogatory), forced proximity, discussions of shitty relationships, i haven’t practiced in this field of law in years, recreational drinking, explicit sexual content. reader notes: afab, no pronouns used, no descriptions of hair/complexion/body/ethnicity/nationality/etc., canonically queer. a/n 1: this fic will be posted by 2/17/25 as part of the lonely hearts club café collab, hosted by @camandemstudios! please check out the rest of this masterlist, as well as their previous collabs! 💕 a/n 2: it took me *checks watch* over two (2) years for me (an attorney) to write a fic about attorneys — and it’s not even the area of law i practice. asdfghj. everything here is based on u.s. law, even though the setting is nondescript. family law attorneys: i’m sorry.

As soon as he crosses the threshold into that sole, lit room, Junhui stops. The massive table that normally occupies the center of it has been shoved up against the interior wall, along with all its chairs. In its place, evidence boxes form a haphazard little fairy circle on the rug. You sit cross-legged in the middle, nose all but buried in a case file, wearing leggings and a crewneck instead of the suit you likely came here in.

“You look comfortable,” he muses.

It becomes abundantly clear very quickly that you, too, thought you were here alone. You jolt at the sound of his voice. All the papers you were holding drop and scatter, both across your lap and the floor you’re monopolizing.

Junhui’s hands fly up. “Whoa, sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

The look on your face is far from startled, though. Even from a few meters away, he can see how tightly your jaw is clenched. If he listens closely, he’d likely hear your teeth grinding one another into dust. 

He can also sense how stiff your posture is, now that you feel his eyes on you. His gaze shifts to the piles of paper near your knotted limbs; and he tells himself that he’s averting his eyes out of respect, not the tiny tremble of intimidation he feels working its way down his spine.

At this point, Junhui knows you by reputation only. He’s rarely at any of the courthouses you frequent, and his specific line of work keeps him out of the office, more often than not. Whenever he is here, you’re not — too busy with that massive caseload of yours to catch much of a breather.

The two of you may be passing ships in the night, but you have a lot of people in common. He can’t say that he’s made much of an impression on them so far. You, on the other hand, are both widely known and discussed. 

So far, anyone that’s ever mentioned you to him speaks about you as if they’re describing a force of nature. It’s the kind of awe people usually save for something fearsome yet worthy of respect, like a tsunami — with the sole exception being that sanctimonious cunt, Tom Santi, who most recently described you as a nightmare bitch from hell.

Of course, Junhui has no firsthand knowledge to back any of these claims up, but he figures it can’t be that far out of character for you to be here now, working too hard. For all he knows, it could also be on-brand for you to snap his neck for distracting you.

“Do you…?”

One of your eyebrows arches quizzically. His question dies on his tongue, halfway finished, because he doesn’t know where it was headed in the first place. Just the same, he can’t tell if that expression on your face is due to stress, annoyance at being interrupted, or some secret, third thing.

…Want me to leave?

Junhui points awkwardly to the espresso machine in the corner, which you’ve unintentionally barricaded behind the conference room table. Like a fucking buffoon, all he says is: “Espresso?”

Your face scrunches a tiny bit. For the second time, he finds himself completely unable to read you. Is it disgust? Suspicion?

No, he realizes, it’s neither. He sees the tiniest flicker of it when the corner of your lips twitch: amusement. While the smile doesn’t overtake your mouth, there’s a glimmer of it in your eyes. It’s reason enough for Junhui to breathe for the first time since he walked in.

“Yes, I do espresso.” You nod with your lips bitten between your teeth, like you’re seconds away from laughing. 

Too eagerly, Junhui nods, too. “Right. Got it. Order up.”

Order up?

Running away isn’t an option; and he can’t dig a hole to hide in without a shovel. All he has left to do is shuffle over towards the corner and slink through the obstacle course you’ve built. With what he feels is impressive agility, he makes it all the way to the machine before pausing suddenly. 

Under his breath, he curses, “Fuck.”

The jig is up now. Junhui has no idea which buttons to press or where the espresso beans are. Unfortunately for both of you, the only way for him to find out is to interrupt you further. 

Whoever handles his eulogy better leave out how little time it took him to provoke you into killing him.

Bracing himself for impact, he squeezes his eyes shut and smiles sheepishly. “Do you happen to know how to… use this?”

There’s a groan from the center of the room. Junhui cracks one eye open and searches for the fist coming his way. Instead, he finds you on your feet, twisting at the waist and stretching.

While twisting, you lock eyes — well, eye — with him, then you freeze with your torso still rotated in his direction. Your hinged arms stay where they are, held up at your sides.

“I’ve been sitting here like a goblin for too long,” you explain, tone self-conscious. “If you just heard every joint in my body pop…. no, you didn’t.”

Before Junhui can think of a quip in response — he’s capable of coherent speech, he swears — you step over the shoes you’ve discarded and make your way over to him, patterned socks clashing with the neutral carpet below. He steps back on instinct, although there isn’t really anywhere left for him to go. 

You either don’t notice how close you get to him, or you don’t care. Entirely unfazed, you set to work, grinding and tamping like it’s all second nature to you.

Junhui knows he should use this time to observe your processes carefully, but he doesn’t. That’s not to say the learning opportunity is entirely squandered, though. 

And he’s a quick study.

In less than a minute, he learns more about you than he has in the last three months. His first discovery is that you’re wearing a watch on your dominant wrist, which is weird as hell — until he spots the small tattoo hiding beneath it. He catches the very faint notes of patchouli at the base of your perfume, too, underneath the cassis and freesia.

It’s nice, he thinks, even better than the overwhelming scent of coffee that swoops in to drown it out.

“This goes here —”

The silver piece in your hand twists into place with a click, drawing his attention back to where it should’ve been all along. 

Fuck. 

Have you been talking this entire time?

“— and then you press the start button to release the hot water.”

You glance up at him then to confirm that he understood you. Junhui blinks, buffering while he tries to play this out.

“You’re good at this,” he improvises, although he admittedly has no idea if this is true. 

“No compliments until you survive drinking it.” You offer him a wry smile to go with the drink you’ve made him. “I’ve quite literally never touched this thing before in my life.”

With your vaguely expectant eyes on him, he takes a small sip, then he murmurs with his lips still hidden behind the glass, “I don’t think I believe that.”

“Why?” You smirk and tilt your head to the side. “Because it’s just that good?”

No, in fact, it’s terrible, but you don’t need to know that.

Junhui nods his head towards the center of the room. His reply is simple, and despite not being the full truth, it’s not a lie: “I’d expect more practice from someone who seems to live here.”

[itstimetodrew]

Two rules for creating anything.

1) Make it weird.

2) Make it with love.

[dubioushonour]

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[mylovesstuffs]

Jun is THAT type of boyfriend !

This is my personal opinion and perspective. It may not accurately reflect their real-life personalities or behaviors.

Jun loves to keep things lighthearted, so expect him to tease you in the cutest ways—like mimicking your pout or joking about how you’re luckier to have him than he is to have you. But his teasing never crosses the line; it's his way of showing affection.

Jun’s ultimate goal is to see you happy, he thrives on making you smile and feel loved every day.

Jun has a way of staring that’s hard to explain. It’s dark and intense, like he’s memorizing every curve of your soul, every hidden thought you’ve tried to bury.

His hand lingers too long on your waist, his voice dropping an octave when he murmurs your name. It’s like he knows you’re his, and yet he’s daring the world to even try and take you away. God, the weight of his touch burns. He doesn’t even realize the effect he has, does he?

He’s naturally quirky and might fumble when expressing his feelings, but that makes his affection even more endearing. Whether it’s an awkward compliment or a slightly off-beat romantic gesture, it’ll make you smile every time.

While he’s playful, Jun has a deep and thoughtful side.

Jun would hype you up like no other. If you’re pursuing a hobby, achieving a milestone, or just getting through the day, he’s there with endless encouragement and admiration. He makes you feel like you can literally take on the world.

Jun is controlled chaos, a storm trapped in human form. He’s calm when he needs to be, but there’s a fire beneath the surface, one he barely keeps in check when he’s with you. And when he lets it loose—when his lips crash against yours like he’s starved, when his grip on you tightens as though he’ll never let go—it’s nothing short of devastating.

Jun’s empathetic nature means he’s always there to listen when you need to talk. He might not always have the perfect advice, but his comforting presence and kind words will make you feel heard and loved.

While he seems laid-back, Jun’s protective instincts come out when it matters. Whether it’s holding your hand in a crowded place or standing up for you, he ensures you always feel safe and valued.

Jun is unapologetically himself lmao, and he loves you for who you are. He’ll embrace your quirks, and even join in your weird habits.

Jun loves catching you off guard with the sweetest surprises. Like showing up with your favorite food after a long day or leaving random sticky notes with cute doodles and messages ^^

Jun doesn’t have to say much—his eyes do the talking. That heavy-lidded gaze (that has me drunk), the way his lips curl into a smirk when he catches you staring, it sends shivers down your spine. It’s maddening how he can make a single look feel like a promise of things you can’t even articulate without blushing.

He’s the boyfriend who randomly grabs your hand for an impromptu dance in the living room or on the street, twirling you around just because he can. AVGYFVTCDCTDVHVG

Jun isn’t shy about showing he wants to be close to you. He’ll casually rest his head on your shoulder, wrap an arm around your waist in public, or hold your hand like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It’s subtle but constant—he’s always drawn to you.

No matter what random hobby or idea you come up with, Jun is game to try it with you. Whether it’s painting (even though he’s hilariously bad at it) or trying a new sport (as long as it's not associated with ball), he’s all in, just to share the experience.

Jun’s obsession is quiet but all-consuming. You catch glimpses of it in the way he traces patterns on your skin, his fingers lingering just long enough to make you shiver. Or in the way he whispers things in your ear that no one else is allowed to hear. There’s a darkness to it, an addictive intensity that leaves you both exhilarated and unnerved.

Jun secretly loves doing cheesy couple things—matching outfits, taking cute selfies, or planning themed dates. He might act like it’s no big deal, but he’s all in and proud to show off your relationship.

[hoshifighting]

i love your college fling writings sm aaaa (*≧∀≦*)!! begging on hands and knees for college fling jun 🙏 esp if he’s a bit more on the dom side

college fling!jun

WARNINGS: smut, bio!genius jun, clit stimulation, oral (f. receiving), cock riding, a little dom!jun, non-established relationship.

it’s a thursday afternoon, the sort of day where the mood smells like cheap cafeteria food and half-assed desperation, ‘cause exams are coming and no one knows shit. you’re slouched over your bio notes in the library, chewing the end of your pen like it owes you some kind of lamp genie, and then boom—in struts college fling!jun.

college fling!jun, who hates the college lockers so much he straight-up just carries all his books around like some kind of over-prepared, slightly chaotic mule. deadass, his backpack looks ready to burst, and you’re already side-eyeing it, wondering how many goddamn textbooks one man could possibly need.

“you okay there?” he plops down across from you, hair slightly messy, and there’s this little grin playing at his lips. why’s he gotta look so cute when you’re on the brink of a mental breakdown?

“nah, i’m actually about to file for emotional bankruptcy,” you mutter, flipping through your notes like the answers are gonna manifest themselves through sheer panic. “you done with the bio assignment?”

college fling!jun, shy-but-funny, lowkey-genius college fling!jun, tilts his head and smirks. “you need help?”

you blink. “you know bio?”

“do i know bio?” he scoffs, dragging your notebook closer like you personally insulted him. “sit back, y/n.”

next thing you know, he’s rattling off answers about cell division and DNA replication like he’s reading straight outta the textbook, except better, ‘cause he’s throwing in jokes about mitochondria being the “bad bitch” of the cell world. who even is this man?

college fling!jun, who spent half the semester cracking dumb jokes about your prof’s comb-over, suddenly explaining concepts better than the professor himself? unreal.

“wait, wait,” you interrupt, pointing at a diagram. “so, like, the nucleus is just… chilling in the middle, bossing everyone around?”

he grins, leaning in closer, and damn, his perfume smells too good for a guy who looks like he only owns three hoodies. “exactly. it’s like me at a group project—doesn’t do much, but still gets credit.”

“i hate you,” you snort, but you’re laughing anyway, and somehow your brain is actually clicking with the material.

college fling!jun, who makes studying feel like less of a slow, painful death.

later, as you’re packing up, he scratches the back of his neck, looking all shy again, and it’s such a whiplash from confident bio-genius jun that you almost laugh. “uh, so… you wanna grab coffee or something? you know, as a reward for surviving bio?”

you raise an eyebrow. “this isn’t you trying to weasel into my project group again, is it?”

“what? no,” he says, but he’s grinning, and you already know he’s lying.

college fling!jun, who probably would try to scam his way into your group, but makes it so damn endearing you’d let him anyway.

it’s late—like, stupid late. the kinda late where your brain feels like it’s melting into a puddle of useless mush. you and jun are on the floor of your dorm, the carpet rough under your knees, surrounded by markers, cut-out letters, and one very sad excuse for a poster board. everyone else dipped like two hours ago, muttering something about “early classes” and “not wanting to lose brain cells”—like, rude much? but jun stayed.

college fling!jun, who’s now sitting cross-legged with his sleeves pushed up, forearms all veiny as he’s meticulously lining up the title letters.

“you’re actually kinda good at this,” you say, crawling closer on your knees, one hand pushing your hair back as it flops into your face. you’re half-joking, but also… not? like, his focus is insane.

he glances up, smirking. “you doubted me?”

“uh, yeah?” you deadpan, sitting back on your heels. “you’re the guy who brought a backpack full of biology books to a history lecture. forgive me for not immediately trusting your poster skills.”

he snorts, shaking his head as he smooths down a corner of the title. “at least I came prepared.”

“prepared for what? a different class?”

“y/n,” he says, tone mock-serious as he leans back on his hands, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

that shuts you up for a second. the compliment—casual, like he didn’t just drop it in the middle of a roast session—has you blinking. you recover quick, though, because if college fling!jun is good at anything, it’s teasing, and you’re not about to let him have the upper hand.

“yeah, yeah,” you say, waving him off as you grab a marker and doodle a little star in the corner of the poster. “you keep saying that, but I haven’t seen you make a move yet. scared?”

his eyes flick to yours, and there’s this little glint in them that makes your stomach flip. “scared? of you?”

“yes, actually.”

he laughs, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s considering something, weighing it. you’re close—closer than you realized, kneeling in front of him while he’s still sitting, one hand resting casually on his thigh.

“come here,” he says.

you tilt your head. “why?”

he leans forward, just a little, until you’re close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. “because I said so.”

there’s a challenge in his tone, and you’re not one to back down. so, you shuffle closer, knees brushing against his as you sit back on your heels again. “happy now?”

he hums, eyes flicking over your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail. “getting there.”

“jun,” you start joking, half-something-else-entirely, but before you can finish, his hand slides up to cup your jaw, fingers warm against your skin as he leans in and kisses you.

he’s waiting for you to push him away. but you don’t. instead, you kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.

and then… well, the guy’s got skills. his lips move against yours with this easy credit, and when his tongue flicks out to trace the seam of your mouth, you can’t help the little noise that escapes you. he takes that as encouragement, deepening the kiss until you’re dizzy, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to keep up.

college fling!jun, who’s apparently really, really good with his mouth.

you pull back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you both try to steady yourselves. “okay,” you say, voice a little breathless, “so you’re not scared.”

he laughs, low and soft, his hand still cradling your jaw. “nope. but you might be.”

before you can ask what he means, he’s kissing you again, harder this time, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you into his lap like it’s nothing easier than that. you go willingly, settling against him as your hands find their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against your mouth.

you’re both a little frantic now, hands wandering as the kiss turns messy, desperate. his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, skimming over your skin and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. you shiver, pressing closer, and he takes the opportunity to mouth at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.

“jun,” you moan, and it’s enough to make him pause, pulling back just enough to look at you.

“umm... so do you…”

you nod before he can even finish the question, your hands tugging at his shirt in answer. he grins, and then he’s helping you pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.

college fling!jun, who’s skinny but stupidly cut, all lean muscle and sharp lines that you can’t help but trace with your fingers as he kisses you again.

“your turn,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. you lift your arms, letting him pull it off.

“you’re so…” he starts, but then he shakes his head, like words aren’t enough. instead, he leans in, kissing you again as his hands explore, mapping out your chest, by pinching your nipples

things blur after that—when he finally settles between your thighs, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach, you think you might actually lose your marbles.

college fling!jun, who’s apparently a goddamn expert when it comes to going down on you. his tongue swinging your clit to the sides just to suck it all right after. your fingers are tangled in his hair, and you even feel pity about his scalp. he doesn’t stop until you’re cumming inside his mouth—you last minutes by the way—, your back arching off the floor as you cry out, your other hand holding a highlighter that you've found on the floor and decided that would be your stress ball.

and then he’s kissing his way back up your body, touching your hand to release the poor highlighter before it explodes in your hand. as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “still think I’m scared?” he teases and you don’t even have the energy to come up with a clever reply.

college fling!jun, who’s cocky as hell but more than backs it up.

you pull him down for another kiss, your hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants as you shift your hips, sinking down onto his lap. the stretch is dizzying. u hear your blood flow through your ears with the immediate sink, making your head spin as he grips your hips,.

college fling!jun who twitches every time you circle your clit as you ride him. the little gasps he lets out are addictive, this stuttered rhythm of groans and whines that have you clenching around him just to see how he’ll react.

“uhm—hands to yourself.” he chokes out, his head tilting back, exposing the long line of his neck, his adam apple bobbing up and down. you take advantage, leaning forward to press kisses there, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against your lips. his hands tighten on your waist, his thighs flexing under you as he buck his hips up into you as a warning.

“j-jun,” you stammer, breath hitching as you shift, grinding down, making wet shots reach his ears, his head snaps up, eyes dark and glassy as they lock onto yours.

“you like that?” he rasps, his chest heaving as he fights to keep himself together. “‘cause i… i love watching you like this, pretty.”

college fling!jun, who moans loud enough to embarrass himself but is too lost in the feeling of you to care. his grip on you tightens as you find a rhythm. his noises grow louder, needier, every time you roll your hips, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten as he gets closer, he always punishing you a little for teasing him, a pinch on your clit, a bite on your neck, a slap on your ass.

“y/n,” he groans, his voice shaking, and you’re right there with him, your own climax building as you reach down between your bodies, your fingers brushing against your clit again. the added sensation has you gasping, and he twitches inside you, his hands pulling you down hard against him as he lets out a broken moan.

“you’re so… gorgeous, fuck!” he mutters, his words slurred, and that’s all it takes for you to cum, your body fluttering as you cry out his name. the sound of it seems to tip him over the edge, his grip on you tightening as he follows, his body shaking beneath you as he spills inside you.

college fling!jun who collapses back onto the carpet, dragging you down with him, his arms wrapping around your ass, letting his hands lazily squeeze the meat there.

it’s like nothing happened when you two go to the college hallways to finish the project. when actually, everything happened all at once. jun’s sitting at the edge of your desk, eating one of your granola bars like he didn’t have you trembling in his lap just hours ago. you’re pretending to focus on your laptop, but your mind’s stuck on how his hair’s still a little messy and his shirt’s on inside out—your fault, obviously.

“what’s with the face?” he asks, mouth half-full, grinning like he knows exactly what’s with the face.

“you didn’t even ask before raiding my snacks,” you say, aiming for annoyed but landing somewhere near flustered.

“c’mon, you owe me,” he teases, leaning closer. “all that… effort? you’re lucky i’m still standing.”

you glare at him, but your face burns. “junhui, shut up.”

college fling!jun, who bites his lip to stop himself from laughing but ends up chuckling anyway, stupidly cute as he swings his legs. you’re about to throw a pen at him when he leans over and kisses your temple.

and that’s how it is now. he’s still jun—still the guy who hoards biology notes and carries all his books like the lockers are his mortal enemy—but there’s this… nerves now, this implicit thing hanging between you. like, when he’s explaining something in class, leaning over your desk, his voice low in your ear, and you’re trying not to think about how those same lips were on your pussy just a few nights ago. or when he slides into the seat next to you during study group, his knee brushing yours, and you glance at him, only to catch him already looking at you with that knowing smirk.

college fling!jun, who’s casual as hell in public but pulls you into empty classrooms when no one’s around, his hands already under your shirt as he kisses you like he’s been dying to all day.

it’s worse at night, though. he texts you at random hours, shit like, “you awake?” and “missed you today” with a dick pic coming right after, hard and dripping for you—like always. like he’s not gonna be in your bed an hour later, his hands sliding over your skin as he whispers your name.

“we’re so bad at this,” you tell him one night, lying tangled in his sheets, his arm thrown over your waist as he presses lazy kisses to your shoulder.

“bad at what?” he murmurs sleepy.

“keeping it casual,” you say, glancing back at him. “you’re always here, jun.”

he shrugs, pulling you closer. “maybe i like being here.”

college fling!jun, who’s starting to feel like more than a fling, but neither of you’s ready to say it out loud just yet. instead, you let it keep happening—the late-night visits, the stolen kisses between classes, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters.

and maybe you’re not ready to say it, but you’re definitely feeling it. especially when he shows up at your door with takeout and that stupid grin, saying, “figured you’d be hungry,” like he hasn’t already fed you twice today.

college fling!jun, who’s not so casual after all.

[lavnderwonu]

book lovers | wen junhui

pairing: bookish!jun x bookish!fem!reader

genre: college au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smut

rating: mature

summary: working at your campus library and attending classes gets kinda lonely, until someone comes along and changes that.

warnings: contains smut (!!!), meet-cute, jun is tooth rottenly sweet (yes! that’s a warning!), semi public sex (in a library), unprotected sex, kinda sorta a quickie(?) idk its sorta rushed, bigdick! jun, size kink, oral sex (f. receiving), multiple orgasms.

mini playlist 🎵: into you by ariana grande, little bit by lykke li, feel you by okayceci

word count: 2.3k

author’s note!: AHHHH this was so much fun to write. i literally spent so much time daydreaming about this whole plot & the characters. im a little women enthusiast & a classic book lover, i know im a nerd! also i will always always find an excuse to write fluff. i just love love love writing cute shit! im sort of a sucker for it. THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG TOO LMAO but as always, i appreciate any feedback, & i hope you enjoy! 🩷

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“So… you’re assignment is to read the passage, then write a minimum 3 page essay whether you agree or disagree with the author’s viewpoint.”

Your professor gestures to the board behind him, emphasizing how important it is to acknowledge.

“Due by Monday, I won’t be giving any extensions. Class dismissed.”

“Y/n.” Your friend nudges you, as you currently have your face buried in your book, totally ignoring the lecture. “C’mon, class is over… did you even hear what the assignment was?”

You shut your book, Little Women, a book you’ve read numerous times but you never got sick of. It was a million times more appealing than hearing your literature professor ramble during a lecture.

“Yeah… some three page essay.” You remark, tossing the book in your bag. “I gotta hurry, I have a shift at the library for a few hours. Text me the assignment, okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, of course. I’ll see you later.”

You quickly grab your binder & notebook and walk out of class, headed for the library.

You’re about halfway there, until someone passing by bumps your shoulder, knocking your things to the ground.

Crouching down to pick them up, you hear somebody shouting sorry! in the distance as you mumble under your breath, “Doesn’t anybody watch where they’re going? Jesus…”

You’re gathering up some papers that fell out of your binder, until you spot an extra set of hands suddenly helping you, and a voice saying, “Let me help you with that.”

You look up, eyes locking with a tall, cute brown-haired boy, whom was now handing you your papers and notebook.

“Sorry, I couldn’t just walk by and not help. People can be so rude.” He smiles sweetly, handing over your papers he picked up. “I’m Jun, I’m in your literature class.”

“Y/n, and thanks, it’s what I get for not paying attention in lecture I guess.” You joke, finishing putting your stuff away as you both stand.

“How is Little Women?” Jun asks.

“I’ve read it before, it’s one of my favorite— wait how did you know that’s what i was reading?”

He laughs. “I saw you reading it in class, you have an incredible attention span. Quite impressive actually.”

“Last week, you read Jane Eyre, and during lecture Soonyoung came in late and the professor got mad, then they both got into this whole big argument, but you didn’t look up once, just kept reading. I’ve been watching you.

“Watching me?” You must have a confused, creeped out look on your face, cause the way he responds next makes you laugh.

“No, No, I don’t mean that in a creepy way like I’m watching you, I just mean that I noticed you, that’s all.”

You couldn’t help but blush, avoiding his gaze for a moment.

A cute boy like him noticed you?

“Laurie proposes to Jo and she says no, even though she’s still in love with him!” You exclaim, explaining your favorite book to Jun, as he holds it in his hands. “I cannot believe you never read it before.”

He shrugs, “I don’t read all that much.”

“We’ll, I think you’ll love it. The story is very enjoyable, and it’s not hard to read, which is surprising since it was written so long ago.” You continue.

“…Would your love for this book have anything to do with the fact that in both movies Laurie was played by Christian Bale, and Timothee Chalamet?”

“No,” You fail at attempting to hide your grin. “But it’s an added bonus. Christian Bale is a very underrated Laurie in my opinion, by the way.”

“Okay, I’ll read it,” Jun gives in, examining the book thoroughly and thumbing through it. “When do you need it back?”

“Whenever,” You say. “I don’t need it back by any certain time so you can take your time with it, and really enjoy it.”

“Oh, I know I will.” Jun smiles.

“Make sure you put these all away before you close up tonight,” Your library coworker tells you, as she gets ready to leave for the night. “Apparently the boss said she wants them out on display up front for tomorrow.”

“Okay, I’ll do it right now, before I forget,” You reply, retrieving the small stack from the counter. “I have to run those returns upstairs to reshelve.” 

You walk over to the front table just as you hear the door open. 

“We close in thirty- oh! It’s you.” Your coworker says, making you turn around to see who it was. 

It was Jun. “Y/n! Your boyfriend is here.” 

You smile at him as he walks over to you, “What are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to see if you wanted to do something tonight, maybe dinner… a movie?” He says, as he now towers over you & kisses your forehead. “You’re already dressed cute,” he makes note of your outfit. “I like that skirt.”

“I’m working right now…” You sigh.

“That’s okay, I can wait. I only have…” Jun checks his watch. “Oh, twenty five minutes now.” 

“Whatever,” You smile as you chuckle at him. “Just go sit at the desk, don’t mess up anything.” 

“Oh, before I forget, I brought your book back.” Jun starts as he sits down, reaching into his book bag. 

“There’s no way you already finished it. I gave it to you yesterday.” 

“I just wanted to leave you some notes in the margins for you.” Jun says, handing the book over to you.

You flip through the book, seeing how it’s littered with sticky notes and tabs, marking the different pages.

“You’ve read this before…” You glance over the notes written on a page. 

“A few times.” He smiles as your eyes meet his.

“I thought you didn’t read much?” 

“What is much…?” 

You lean in closer to him, kissing him. “You’re unbelievable.” You smile.

“You liked it? I was wondering if you’d be mad if I nearly defaced your book.” He says, with a chuckle.

“No, no, I couldn’t be mad,” You smile, playfully running your fingers through his hair. “Besides you didn’t actually write in it, if you did, that might be a different story.”

You kiss him one more time, “Well I have some stuff to finish really quick, wait here?” 

“Yeah, yeah, that’s fine. I’m sure I can find something to keep me entertained for a few.” Jun remarks, picking up a book that was in the return stack on the counter.

You finish up the rest of your display, and the returns you had to put away (…even unfortunately stealing the book that Jun was occupying). Your coworker had left for the night and it was time to close up.

“Okay, that’s it for the night.” You announce to Jun, starting to gather up your things. 

“All done?” 

“Yeah, I think that’s- shit!” You realize you still had stuff to put away upstairs. “I forgot to put these ones upstairs.” You grab the few books.

“Come with me?” 

“You won’t be okay by yourself?” He asks, obviously joking with you.

“Cmon, it’s eerie when it’s so quiet, just cmon.” You grab his hand and nearly pull him to the elevator. 

“These few go over here,” You lead him over to the fiction section. “And these go… over here…” You start walking to the next aisle over.

You reach up to attempt to place the last book on the highest shelf, but you’re just a little too short.

“Can you help me?” You laugh, turning to the 6 foot man standing close to you. “I’m too short for this.”

Jun laughs with you, grabbing the book from you. “Where’s it go?” 

“Right next to that one, with the red cover.” 

He places it on the shelf, “Is that the only one?”

“Yeah, that’s all of them.” 

Jun moves to stand in front of you, conveniently trapping you between him and the bookshelf behind you. You mentally thank whoever designed the floor plan in the library to make the aisles so small.

He moves closer to you, nearly pressing himself against you, so close you can smell the cologne he has on.

“You know I can’t help but realize… we’re all alone here.” 

“Yeah… I know, it’s almost-“ You start, as you're cut off with him kissing you.

You moan against his lips as his hands slide up your cardigan sweater, and he trails kisses down your neck.

“Jun…” You moan, fingers tangling in his hair.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, kissing your lips again.

“Yes, very much.” You whisper, his face still close to yours. “But we can’t do this here…”

“Why not? There’s nobody here…” Jun whispers, as he kisses your neck a few times.

“The cameras, there’s cameras around here..” You say, then you grab his hand. “Cmon, in here.” You lead him down the hall down to one of the study rooms. 

You enter the dimly lit room, and shut the door behind you, but not before realizing how secluded and somehow intimate these rooms somehow are. Okay… mentally noted.

You sit on the table as Jun slots himself between your thighs, he’s kissing on your neck as he’s pulling your sweater off your body. He pauses to pull his sweater and t-shirt off of himself. 

Jun kisses your lips again, more fervently this time, as you’ve both become more eager.

“Lay back for me.” Jun whispers against your lips.

You kiss him again, tangling your fingers in his long hair as you lean back on the table, and you try not to giggle as his lips trail from your chest, and down your stomach, tickling you a little.

“God, you’re so pretty…” He mumbles into your skin, in between kisses.

You smile as you run your fingers through his hair once more, and you feel Jun’s hands side up your thighs underneath your skirt.

“Can I take these off?” Jun asks, eyes meeting yours as his fingers tug on the waistband of your underwear.

“Yeah…” you speak, lifting your hips to give him better access. You start to take your skirt off, but he stops you. 

“No… leave it on.” Oh. You can feel your face get hot.

After many times being in these study rooms, you couldn’t ever imagine that you’d ever be in here… like this, with a gorgeous boy as he’s taking off your clothes, yet here you are.

“Jun…” You sigh, as his hands are pulling you to the edge of the table, and pushing your thighs apart.

“This okay?” He questions, as he’s putting your legs over his shoulders.

“Yeah…” You breathe, nodding, as your hands find the edge of the table to grip it with anticipation. Afterall, you can’t see him with your skirt in the way… hmm, suppose it's all part of his plan.

“God, you're so wet and all I did was kiss you…” Jun says lowly, kissing your thigh gently as his breath fans over your core. 

You don’t even have a chance to respond before he’s bringing his thumb to your clit, circling it slowly a few times, making your breath hitch at the contact.

“Jun, please…” You whine, aching for more.

“Alright baby…” He all but mumbles back to you, and you feel his tongue slide over your clit, and you throw your head back at the feeling.

“Fuck…” Your brows furrow as your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the feeling. He groans against your clit as he slides two fingers inside you, making you arch your back and practically grind your hips down on his hand.

“Shit, baby…” You whine, as his fingers effortlessly reach your sweet spot repeatedly. “Right there… I’m gonna fucking come…” 

“Go on baby,” Jun pulls back, kissing your thigh a few times, all while his fingers don’t let up “C’mon…”

You practically cry his name, as you feel the orgasm rush over you, leaving your chest heaving as you catch your breath. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Jun whispers to you, as you hear rustling and the clink of a belt buckle as he’s undoing his jeans. 

“Yeah…” You whisper, finally catching your breath, but your breath hitches in your throat as he’s suddenly dragging the tip of his cock through your wet folds, the tip bumping your sensitive clit as you’re hinted at the mere size of him.

He slowly sinks into you, the stretch making your nails dig into his biceps. 

“Fuck…” Jun curses as he hovering over you, kissing your neck as he bottoms out, his thrusts shallow so you can get used to him.

“Jun… shit,” You moan, your fingers threading through his hair. “You’re too big.”

“You can take me.” His lips softly graze your collarbone, just as his hand trails lower and lower, until his fingers find your clit.

You whine his name, suddenly your senses are overwhelmed with the feeling of the pressure on your clit and his cock inside you, hitting spots so deep it almost has you seeing stars.

A particularly hard thrust nearly pushes you further up the table, making you nearly cry as you’re already on the edge.

“Shit, I’m already gonna come…” You cry, arching your back as you already feel the familiar tingle spreading through you, making your toes curl.

“C’mon…” Jun grunts, as his fingers find your clit again, and it feels divine with the way he’s pounding into you. “Come for me… give me one more…”

Your legs shake as you come with a loud cry of his name, he keeps going until he’s coming too, slowly rolling his hips to fuck you through your high.

You both say nothing for a few, catching your breath, until you fully register what you just did.

“Oh my god…” You say as you’re getting dressed. “I cannot believe we just did that…” You cover your face as you blush, but also can’t help but laugh.

Afterall, who would've thought?

“Why are you laughing?” Jun notices you trying to hide the fact that you’re blushing, pulling your hand away. “You didn’t like it?” He already knows the answer. 

“Yeah… but I never thought I’d do that, you know… here.” You smile right before you kiss him. 

“But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t do it again…”

tags: @chiefjunlover @cosmojinyoung @wonuwrites @aaniag @jenoslutie

[sarangcoups]

seventeen if they were in ghibli

— hyung line ; maknae line

note. an experiment on what would take shape if I let the films' plot and characters interact w the members. peep the easter eggs (allusions to svt/solo songs). I haven't encountered other ghibli x svt content, but if there is, this is just my spin on it as an ardent ghibli lover! I'm new to the svt fanfic community as a writer (mostly have been reading), so come say hi if you're so inclined! as everyone says, reblogs are appreciated <3

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL as SHO from The Secret World of Arrietty

Resting before a surgery just around the corner. Friends being far away. Grappling with loneliness. My mother used to tell me about the little people who lived under the floors. Sugar cubes left for the Borrower to find. Well-meaning deeds with disastrous consequences. Learning to love hidden sorrows. When I saw you, I just wanted to find a way to protect you. You gave me the courage to live.

YOON JEONGHAN as HOWL PENDRAGON from Howl’s Moving Castle

A charming smile. Strolling across the sky. He’ll eat your heart. A fierce love for magic meets a deep hatred for conflict. His ideals against the world. Mischief that cloaks gentle care. A secret garden. The boy who swallowed a star becomes a man with someone to protect. A heart’s a heavy burden. There you are, sweetheart; sorry I’m late, I was looking everywhere for you.

HONG JISOO as KAZAMA SHUN from From Up on Poppy Hill

Seeing flags hoisted every morning. Soaked in water—a daredevil feat (for a cause). Inserting a poem in the school paper. Famous around the school. Quiet moments of everyday life. A mischievous gentleman. The past casting its shadow. Going to the city with the wishes of others on his back. Feelings that can’t be denied. Suppressed emotions that overflow into confrontations. Eventually things fall into place.

WEN JUNHUI as OGAKI KANTA from My Neighbor Totoro

Sticking his tongue out at the new neighbors moving in. Simultaneously shy and impish. Unexpected acts of kindness. Offering his umbrella despite getting drenched himself. Observant. A softening to the new faces that grows into genuine concern. A willingness to help. An outsider to his neighbors’ sadness, but somehow cognizant of it. Not quite willing to be seen, but craves it nonetheless.

KWON SOONYOUNG as TOMBO from Kiki’s Delivery Service

The boy with a flying bike and bright smile. Attention swept away by the town’s new (flying) arrival. Needling questions are rebuffed, yet he remains undeterred. An invitation to a party. Being stood up in the rain. A wish to fly channeled into creativity. An innocent desire to ride the dirigible turned crisis, turned crisis averted. Elevates himself from mild annoyance to dear companion.

JEON WONWOO as HORIKOSHI JIROU from The Wind Rises

Airplanes (dreams) that make the rest of the world fall away. A eureka moment with a fishbone. Helping a stranger without a second thought. A chance encounter, years later. Proposing during a weekend vacance. Marriage where the days are numbered. In candlelight: one hand working, the other clasping his lover. Beautiful, cursed dreams. You must live. The ghost of love rises with the lonely wind.

LEE JIHOON as HAKU from Spirited Away

A prodigy of magic. Sometimes strict, always caring. His motives are unclear, but his kindness is undeniable. Rice balls offered for strength. A white dragon soaring through the skies. You don’t remember your name? —No, but somehow I remember yours. A grave injury. Kindness that comes full circle. Missing pieces return all at once. A last promise: that we will meet again.

[thepromiscuousfinger]

[chaifootsteps]

#Please little bird

[minzbins]

JUN GOING SEVENTEEN, EP.121

[catchymemes]

[infinitydivine]

I am not taking a risk

[darlingsstern]

Not risking it pals

[doralimasstuff]

U know what I want potato of luck

[shrewreadings]

Damn right I’m reblogging. See previous post re wrath of whatever from high atop the thing.

[hoshifighting]

       junhui + role reversal

— dom someone is cool until they flip you onto your back.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, role reversal, power shift, make-out, cock riding, begging.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

jun’s fingers lock around your wrists, holding them tight against the couch cushions as he presses himself closer. you feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck, the weight of his body pinning you down. his lips drag along your jaw, teasing, barely grazing your skin as if he enjoys watching you squirm underneath him.

“you’re squirming,” he mutters against your skin, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. it’s the kind of smugness that gets under your skin, makes you want to wipe that grin off his face, but you can’t—he’s too strong, too focused on making you melt.

you shift beneath him, feeling the friction of your legs moving against his. his body tenses for a split second when your thighs clamp around his waist, but you don’t let up, pushing your hips upward, gluing yourself to him. the movement catches him off guard, and in that moment, you take control, using the leverage to roll him onto his back with a sharp twist of your legs.

his eyes widen slightly, more in surprise than resistance, as you hover over him now, straddling his waist. his hands instinctively loosen their grip on your wrists, falling to your hips instead, but he doesn’t try to flip the script. you can feel his heartbeat under your palm when you press your hands against his chest, feeling the steady thrum quicken.

“didn’t see that coming, hm?” you smirk, leaning down until your lips brush against his, just enough to tease, not giving him what he wants

jun’s breathing is uneven now, lips parted as he looks up at you, a faint hint of challenge in his eyes despite the position you’ve got him in. his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, fingers gripping tighter.

“you’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?” he says almost like he’s daring you to.

you laugh, the sound a little breathless, because fuck, the power shift feels good. you lean in closer, lips finally meeting his in a messy, heated kiss, teeth grazing his bottom lip before you pull back, just enough to catch the frustration flickering in his eyes.

“maybe i will,” you tease, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense under your touch. “maybe i’ll just keep you like this.”

his hands tighten on your waist, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s struggling to keep from flipping the situation back in his favor. but he doesn’t—he lets you stay in control, lets you press your weight down on him, lets you grind your hips slowly against him, torturously slow, just to watch his composure unravel.

“fuck,” he hisses, his hands sliding down to your thighs, fingers digging into your skin. “you think you’re so smart, huh?”

you smile, leaning down to whisper against his ear, “smarter than you.” you bite down on the lobe.

the way your legs are wrapped tight around him, the friction, the pressure—it’s driving him crazy. and you love it, love seeing the usually smug jun reduced to this, breathless and desperate jun beneath you.

his head tilts back against the couch, eyes half-lidded as he looks up at you. “if you’re gonna make me beg,” he pants, “you better do it right.”

“oh, trust me,” you whisper, your fingers trailing lower, dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans, “i will.”

he groans, his hips bucking up slightly, but you pin him down, pressing him further into the couch with a wicked grin on your face.

your hips roll in slow circles against him, the pressure each subtle grind. you can feel how hard he is, straining against the fabric of his jeans, the friction only making him more desperate. his lips are slightly parted, eyes fixed on every movement you make.

“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, trying to keep his cool, his hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, but you don’t care. if anything, you press down harder, loving the way he can’t seem to hold back, his control slipping.

“you’re so quiet now,” you tease, leaning down just enough to brush your lips against his, not quite kissing him, just letting him feel the heat of your breath. “what happened to all that cocky shit?”

he exhales sharply, jaw clenching, his head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he bites down hard on his bottom lip, holding back whatever’s clawing its way up his throat. he’s so fucking close, and you know it.

he’s desperately trying not to let the word fall from his lips.

“please…”

the word slips out before he can stop it, and that’s when you stop moving, a slow smile spreading across your lips.

“what was that?” you ask, pretending you didn’t hear him, even though you both know exactly what he said.

his eyes snap open, but it’s too late now. you heard him.

you shift slightly, leaning down until your lips are barely an inch from his, “i knew you’d beg.”

his breath hitches, his grip on your thighs tightening as you finally reach between your bodies, undoing the button of his jeans. you can feel him twitch beneath you, as you slide his zipper down.

“shit, you’re so fucking…” he trails off, voice hoarse, unable to finish the sentence as you slip your hand inside, brushing your fingers against him through his boxers. the way his hips jerk up instinctively makes you grin, but you don’t let him have anything more than a tease—not yet.

you pull his cock free from his jeans, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you wrap your hand around him, giving him one slow, torturous stroke. his head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut again as his hips buck up, desperate for more.

you raise an eyebrow, tilting your head as you pump him slowly, thumb teasing the tip. “you gonna beg again?”

he hesitates, eyes squeezing shut.

“please,” he rasps, voice cracking, his pride giving way.

that’s when you finally take him in, sliding down onto his cock. his eyes fly open, a whiny, broken moan slipping from his lips as you sink down, stretching around him.

“fuck, yes,” he gasps, hips jerking up to meet yours, but you hold him down, setting the pace yourself.

you start to ride him slowly, rolling your hips in that same circular roll, taking your time, making him feel every single movement. the way his cock fills you up, the stretch, the look on his face as he tries to keep it together.

his hands slide up your body, desperate to find something to hold onto as you ride him, nails digging into your skin, leaving marks in their wake. his lips part in a silent gasp every time you roll your hips just right.

you lean down, pressing your chest against his, lips grazing the shell of his ear as you whisper, “don’t stop begging.”

he groans, the sound rough and desperate as his hands grip your waist tighter, trying to pull you down harder onto his cock, but you control the pace, keeping it slow, torturous. you ride him in slow circles, grinding your hips in a way that has him practically trembling beneath you.

“please,” he gasps again, his voice strained.

your smile widens as you sit up, your hands pressing against his chest to keep him in place as you pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock, riding him harder, faster, but still in those same teasing circles. his hips jerk up to meet yours, desperate for more, and his moans grow louder, more broken with every thrust.

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, hands clutching at you, and in that moment, you feel it too—the way he’s losing himself in you.

you ride him relentlessly, each roll of your hips driving him closer to the edge, until he can’t take it anymore.

“please,” he begs one last time, voice hoarse, raw, and that’s when you finally let go, making him cumn, your own body shuddering as you feel him spill inside you, his hands clutching at you like a lifeline.

you slow your movements, letting him ride out his high, the both of you breathless, sweat-slicked. you lean down, pressing a wet kiss to his lips, a sluggish, satisfied grin spreading across your face as you whisper, “granted.”

“oh shut up.” he covers his face.

[oasuji]

☁️ husband jun x reader

☁️ everything is fictional and should not be taken as reality or representations. mentions of food, unhealthy habits (if you squint?), endearments, horrible posture.

for event: words i needed to hear requested by anon

the scattered papers on the low dining table in your living room reflects your mental state like a mirror, jun steps into the living room holding a pot of ramen noodles with a hand towel. he placed the pot in front of you after finding a space where you did not have any of your papers on, “not now, i’m still doing work.” not even bothering to cast him a glance as you continued sorting through your papers.

he packs up the table gingerly, smoothing out any creases on the papers caused by your distress as much as he could and placing it on the floor next to the table. this action prompted your mini outburst as you were already stressed enough from all the work not being up to your standard — and your professor grading standards — “jun!” 

sitting up straight from your prior, prawn-like posture, you looked up at him posing like a disappointed mother with his hands on his hips and jutting one side out more. “you’re finally looking at me,” he raises an eyebrow at you and proceeds to push the pot closer to you, gesturing for you to start eating. “i don’t have time for this, jun.” 

upon your lack of endearment, his shoulders slumped forward and he let out a silent sigh. you would normally call him cute names, your tone further adding to the disappointment in his chest. but he pulls his shoulder back again, determined to get you to rest.

he picks up the fork from the table and sets it in your hand, “eat.”

you were gobbling down your ramen in anger, your hands were trembling and it hurt his heart to see you act this way. “what’s wrong, baobei?”

“nothing is going my way, the grades from the preliminary tests are not good, and i’m not good.” you swallowed down the last few strands of ramen and reached out for your papers. jun immediately stopped your fingers from touching the papers and holding your fingers gently as if you’d break if he held any tighter.

“baby, you’re doing more than enough, you hear me?” he caresses the pad of your thumb with his, “you’re enough.”