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bitchlessdino · 3 months

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Would you like a receipt? Pt. 1

In Valentines collaboration with @svthub hosted by my wifey @wongyuseokie, pt 2 out now! Pairing: Childhood bf!junhui x working class gn!reader Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life Word count: 2.9k tags: second chances, exes to ???, childhood friend/boyfriend!junhui, spontaneous dates, misunderstandings, smut in part 2!!! Summary: Coming across a grade school ex-boyfriend while you worked a shitty seasonal job around Valentines was not in your 2024 bingo card. author note: to sweet mio at @skyechild i apologize in advance for making you wait for the second half. I promise it'll be worth the wait. but yes! i am your one and only cupid. I hope you enjoy what i have so far. And to answer your ask, idk if i have a favorite thing about myself? Maybe it's the constant desire to look for new things to improve on or my attitude in trying new things? What i look for other people is pretty simple tho. That would be ease. I'd like if someone felt comfortable with me and vice versa. if i can make someone's day by making them laugh or just existing then that would be great. happy valentines day mio! From yours Truly, Cupid💘

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Valentine's Day has always been a bit of a hit or miss for you. The last time you remember eagerly anticipating the holiday was back in high school. Since then, the allure of celebrating love and romance seemed to fade away, as you realized that not everything in the world is adorned in shades of pink and red. Valentine's Day became a luxury, a whimsical indulgence that felt distant and impractical for someone navigating a world that often left little room for such extravagances. Life, for you, was a series of tasks, responsibilities, and the constant juggling act of making ends meet.

From the time you were in high school, you entered the realm of adulthood, where dreams sometimes took a backseat to the more immediate needs of providing for your family. The dreams you put on hold lingered in the recesses of your mind, awaiting their turn to be fulfilled. Working tirelessly, you made sacrifices, dedicating yourself to a job that demanded your energy and time. Despite the challenges, you pressed on, ensuring the well-being of your family, who toiled alongside you, if not even harder.

Now, as an adult working a part-time job that offers a slightly better paycheck than your previous one, you’ve grown used to the matter. While the financial gains may not be monumental, every improvement counts, especially when compared to the downfalls of your previous workplace.

Amidst the whirlwind of your daily hustle, Valentine's Day transforms into a distant echo of the past–a time when celebrations were carefree and seemingly attainable. However, for you, navigating the world feels akin to maneuvering on an almost empty tank. In this moment, mere existence becomes a means to sustain yourself.

“Is this a gift? If so, would you like it to be gift-wrapped for you?”

The middle-aged man raises an eyebrow, smacking that mint gum that doesn’t seem to mask his nicotine-coated breath. “Is it extra?”

“It’s two dollars extra.”

Usually, you’d really sell the idea that the highest premium quality wrapping paper would be used to then be topped off with a satin ribbon that truly pulls it all together, but for such a customer, you know you’d be wasting your breath.

He scoffs, snatching the bag off the counter. “Are you trying to scam me? Fuck that shit.”

You let a sigh of relief slip past your lips the moment he made his way out the sliding door, muttering to yourself about the smell. You reach down for your Powerade hidden on a bottom shelf of the counter you stand behind, hoping this supposed ‘power’ would relinquish itself to you for another long shift.

It’s the day before Valentine's Day, which means the rush has become a regular occurrence since about a week ago. The store is bursting with vibrant displays of flowers, stuffed animals clutching oversized lollipops, and decadent heart-shaped boxes of chocolates. Not such a bad gig if you look at it.

However, the true predicament lies in the presence of aggressive customers, drawn to discounts like magnets. They're all about grabbing anything and everything that's on sale, making things more complicated than they need to be. It's like they're trying to see how far they can push things and make your day even crazier. Dealing with them adds an extra layer of chaos to the already busy scene as if you haven’t lost faith in humanity enough.

“I bought this yesterday and it’s DIGUSTING! I want a full refund and extra compensation for my time and taste buds being wasted on this disgusting excuse of a candy.”

Popping open the box revealed a sorry sight–almost half the candies were missing as if they'd gone on a little taste adventure without an invite. The poor box looked like it had been through a candy apocalypse, so messed up that I couldn't even be sure if it originally belonged to our store.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry you're dissatisfied with our products. However, because the box is so damaged and half of the contents have been consumed we cannot accept this return,” you respond in your most polite service voice.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Where the hell is your manager? The customer is always right!”

At last, a wave of relief crashes over you like a superhero arriving just in the nick of time during closing hours. The once bustling crowd has dwindled, allowing you to begin the task of rearranging items and securing the cash register, signaling the imminent conclusion of yet another busy day.

Just when you're on the verge of clocking out and calling it a day, a sudden interruption unfolds at the entrance. A lone figure materializes outside, softly tapping on the glass as if pleading to be granted entry.

"Please," his voice is all muffled through the glass, "I know you're about to close, but pretty please! I just need to grab something real quick. I already know exactly what I need!"

It’s not every day you see a man of his looks and caliber beg to be given access to a candy store as if he were a determined child. There's this undeniable air of urgency about him–as if he’d die if we didn’t get what he needed–but it doesn't overshadow his perfectly proportioned features that illuminate under the evening street lights. Ultimately, you decide to approach the door, swiftly undoing the top lock of the door and allowing him inside.

He expresses his gratitude with a grateful clasp of his hands, swiftly navigating through the inventory to grab what he urgently needs. Returning to the counter, you initiate the process of unraveling the closing procedures, all the while fervently hoping that no one else decides to join the stranger in last minute browsing.

"Sorry," he apologizes as he drops his items on the counter: several heart-shaped boxes and a bear clutching a mini Mylar balloon that shouts 'I love you,' with a small box of chocolates in its other paw. A classic and popular choice.

“That’s a lot of chocolate. Big family?”

He shakes his head, "Nah, these are for a company thing. I've been busting my butt for weeks, and the one simple task I get, I can't even manage it until the last minute."

"Got it. And the bear? Picking up a last-minute surprise for your girlfriend too?"

A slightly offended look crosses his face. "Oh, if I had a girlfriend, I’d do way more than make up my tardiness with a teddy bear.” He holds the fluffy creature in his hand, “This is just for my mom. So, if you ever spot a lady with my face and long hair, please, keep it on the down-low."

You chuckle softly, bagging up his purchases. "I'll remember that. Cash or credit?"

He extends his hand, revealing his credit card with his full name on display. As you sound out the name in your head, it strikes you as unique yet oddly familiar. You run the card through the machine, unaware that the customer is squinting at you, also trying to place where he might know you from.

"Hey, have we met before? You seem really familiar," he questions.

"Uh, not sure, but your name does ring a bell," you reply as you hand the card back. "Haven't come across too many Wen Junhuis."

"Wait, how do you know my name?" he questions.

"Well, it's on your credit card, sir," You respond with straightforward precision.

"True, but no one has picked it up as quickly and accurately as you did. Maybe we do know each other."

You shrug. "Maybe so. I think the last time I heard a name like that was back in elementary school. A classmate maybe."

"Hold on, you couldn't be Y/n, right?" he questions, his eyes widening with realization.

You take a brief pause to grasp the implication, acknowledging it with a nod. "Been a long time coming, hasn't it?"

His smile widened across his cheeks, evoking memories of a similar grin on a boy more than half his age. "Yeah. Well, I be damned. I'm surprised you remember my name."

"It's pretty distinctive; I'm surprised you remember mine."

He scoffs. "You are a core memory, thank you very much. One of the nicest and coolest people in our grade. God, remember our first Valentines?"

"Yes," you softly chuckle, the memories of childhood innocence flooding back. "I begged my mom to get these really nice scented Valentine cards to give to the class."

"And you gave me the lemon one because I love lemons, and I gave you one of the hologram cards of a cat that smiles when you flip it on its side."

"I was so excited to show my sister, and I just know she was so jealous."

"Yeah, where did the time go?" he sighs, his smile turning wistful on his lips.

You shake your head, still smiling from the unexpected trip down memory lane, and finally, hand off his gifts back to him. "Would you like a receipt?"

"No, I'm good. So,” He leans over the counter curiously, “What are you doing this Valentine's?"

"Working the day. I'll probably just grab takeout for dinner and head home. You?"

"It's a workday,” he says proceeding to grab his things. “So most of the day is spent in the office. But, I'm free the rest of the evening…would it be weird if I asked you out for Valentine's Day?" he nervously proposes.

You raise an eyebrow, slightly taken aback but intrigued. "You want me to be your Valentine?"

"Couldn't hurt," he nonchalantly shrugged, a wry grin playing on his lips. Then, as if a light bulb flickered to life above his head, an idea dawned on him, sparking mischief in his eyes.

"Unless you've got a 200-pound, all-muscle boyfriend ready to beat my ass," he quips, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. The words linger in the air, forming a playful challenge and a subtle admission that, just maybe, he wasn't entirely impervious to consequences.

It harks back to a past altercation, one of those rare 'couple quarrels' you had. The promise was made in jest—that you'd leave him if he ever pulled on your hair again, and he'd have to face a burly 200-pound muscle man. Though uttered in humor with no evidence of said muscle man, it struck a chord of genuine concern in his little boy heart, and he kept that promise until the end of your relationship. The memory lingered, manifesting now in an unmistakable charm, a blend of audacity, bravado, and humor that fills the air with laughter and unadulterated ease.

You chuckle. “Lucikly, I don’t, but I don’t know you. Who knows what kind of person you, or I, have become in the last fifteen or so years? Maybe I'm a bitch.”

"Well, as long as there’s no one else in the picture, I see no problem. Bitch all you want to me." he grins.

Your expression shifts into a playful contemplation, "Why me? I'm pretty sure there are plenty of people out there dying for a dinner date with you. I mean, the last thing we shared was a juice box."

"Maybe I'm hoping to reignite an old spark. If I recall our MASH game correctly, we were supposed to be living in a shack with 20 kids, a dog, and daily commutes on a scooter," Junhui retorts.

"Thank goodness that scenario never played out, but, um, I'm not sure dinner is a good idea."

As the banter unfolds, you realize it's been an eternity since you've experienced the thrill of a proper date. The mere thought of dressing up, the nervous excitement before meeting someone, and the shared laughter over a romantic meal become fragments of a distant past, like pages in a cherished novel stored away on a forgotten shelf.

“We never know unless we try, right?” He says, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“You always hit on exes that you stumble upon on a random Tuesday?”

“Only the pretty ones.” Junhui grins, swiftly extracting a candy box from the bag. With a quick scribble on the side, he hands it to you. “If you change your mind. Happy Valentine's Day.”

You roll your eyes playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you accept the candy. “Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Jun.”

You depart with a box of candy in hand when your shift ends, Junhui's number hastily scribbled on the top, the ink still fresh as that abrupt encounter. As you make your way home, the city lights shimmering in the distance, you find your thoughts circling back to his audacious proposition.

The weight of the candy box seems to mirror the gravity of the decision before you. The city streets, now quieter in the late evening, echo with dilemma of pursuing his offer. You can't deny the charm that lingers in the air—a mix of confusion, nostalgia, and an unexpected connection. The mere act of considering his offer adds a layer of excitement to the night, anticipation for plans that have been yet set in motion.

As you unlock the door to your apartment, the scent of familiarity welcomes you warmly for once, likely due to the refreshing end of your night. You set the candy aside–already having memorized Junhui's number–and with a decisive tap, you enter his number into your phone. The screen lights up with his name, a digital beacon inviting you to venture into uncharted territory. As you send a quick message, the city outside continues its gentle hum, and you can't help but feel giddy. You’re eleven all over again.

The memory of Junhui's charismatic grin lingers in your mind, a subtle tug at the edges of your thoughts the moment you hit send, and you throw the phone aside, letting yourself get rid of the electrifying nerves running through your body. When you hear the notification going off–Junhui’s name on display–you realize there’s no going back.

The following day, you’re excited about living for once. Delighted to have something to look forward to after work, you board today's bus with a genuine smile on your face, a subtle change that doesn't escape the notice of the bus drivers, who have grown accustomed to your early presence by now.

As the bus carries you through the familiar townscape, you can't help but revel in the subtle shift in the air. The usual humdrum of daily life seems to have given way to a vibrant undercurrent of anticipation for the holiday. The ordinary scenes outside the window take on a slightly pink hue, and you find yourself savoring the details that often go unnoticed illuminated with festive decor.

Work hours also pass with a newfound energy, and the anticipation for the evening grows with each passing minute, even with the rambunctious customers buying more gifts just in the nick of time. The mundane tasks of the day become a mere backdrop to the vibrant scene that awaits you once the clock strikes the end of the workday.

Today, the world outside the candy store seems to radiate brighter than any other day has. The street lights gradually flickering on, usually just a backdrop to your daily grind, now beckon with a promise of surprises. As the day unfolds, you find yourself counting down the hours until your appointment time arrives and you quickly change into your Valentine's date attire, anticipating Junhui's reappearance.

Time moves forward—one hour, two hours, three hours. Doubts begin to creep in. Were you merely indulging in wishful thinking at this point?

The rose-tinted glasses, which once painted the day with a hopeful hue, must have started to expire. Now, a subtle gray takes over, bringing you back to the stark reality of the passing moments. The initial excitement begins to wane, replaced by a tinge of disappointment and a hint of uncertainty.

As the clock ticks away, doubts and questions swirl in your mind like a gathering storm. The vibrant anticipation that once filled the air begins to dissipate, leaving behind a quiet unease.

You glance at your reflection in the mirror, the Valentine's date attire now carrying a touch of wistfulness. The city outside, once alive with the promise of a special evening, now takes on a different tone. The street lights, initially beacons of excitement, cast shadows that dance with anxiety and unease. The imminent arrival of buses amplifies a fleeting thought–maybe, just maybe, you can still catch it if you run.

Taking a leap of faith, you hastily gather your belongings and make your way to the bus station, adhering to your initial plan—opting for takeout in the solitude of home, if restaurants are still an option at this hour. Amidst the uncertainty, your phone succumbs to the lack of power, its screen plunged into darkness, mirroring the tone of your night.

The familiarity of home brings no comfort, only disheartenment. You set aside the dinner you had envisioned for tonight, plugging in your phone to replenish its drained battery, intentionally avoiding any further interaction with the outside world for the remainder of the night.

When your phone finally regains its power, messages burst to life in an instant, one particular message standing out, beckoning attention. That is, of course, if you were still around to witness it.

Junhui: I’m so sorry! You will not believe the day I had. My office was bombarding me all day with extra work and i only left now. Please tell me its not too late.

P.S. and here's that valentine i wanted to give to you <3 i hope you like it as much as this fic so far

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fairyhaos · 11 months

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✰ seventeen as boyfriends: junhui edition

event taglist (send ask to be added): @rubywonu @cinnamoroxie @belladaises @wheeboo @minhui896 @slytherinshua @kokoiinuts @jun-of-love @dandycharmer @sweet-like-caramel @hannyoontify @doesthismeannothingtoyou

pairing: junhui x gn!reader

genre: fluff, headcanon, mini scenario

word count: 535

warnings: none

notes: junhui edn. for the 500 event

he’s like. the epitome of the childhood friends to lovers trope

you’ll never know a time where you didn’t love him, and he’ll never know a time where he didn’t love you

the cutest, most adorable, goofiest boyfriend ever!! like having a bestie AND a boyfriend all in one go and it’s the best thing in the world

++ telepathic communication galore. all you have to do is look at him and he’ll know everything that you’re thinking and you’ll know everything he’s thinking. it’s what happens when you know him for years but it’s also because he’s just so so attentive to everything about you and he knows you so well

so clingy. makes fake wailing noises if you let go of his hand for One Second to go get something. minghao challenged him to go five minutes without touching or looking at you while being in the same room and he failed in three seconds.

expect unexpected but also cliche kisses when dating this man omg

kisses under the mistletoe, kisses as fireworks explode around you, BUT ALSO kisses where he just grabs your face and places them on your lips out of nowhere. kisses where he’s fixing your hair and then pecks your nose quickly, shyly <3

he’s the unintentionally heart-fluttering boyfriend, where he thinks he’s just being a Good Person but it makes your heart warm in your chest because he’s just so sweet to you, always.

“Junhui! Incoming!”

Stepping through the front door, Junhui looks up at your shout, and has the laughter knocked out of him as you launch yourself into his arms, making him stagger back a little at the force of your hug.

“Someone’s excited to see me, hm?” he teases, and you bury your head into his shoulder.

“Of course, you’ve been out the whole day,” you say. “Missed you.”

You say it so naturally, so easily, as if it’s as simple as that, and he smiles at you and thinks that it really is.

“Aw, you missed me!” he hugs you tighter, and you’re laughing as he rocks you from side to side, pretending to be absolutely overcome with emotion as he lets out fake sobs. "My lovely Y/N missed me!"

He plants wet, exaggerated kisses all over your cheek and you yelp and try to push him away, wriggling out of his arms.

"Ew! Okay, actually I didn't miss you at all, you can walk back out of the door," you say, and grin as he whines sadly.

"No, no, don't say that!" he says, and you laugh and lightly push him away when he comes closer. "Hey, don't push me away!"

There's a scuffle as you try to run away, but he has his arms around you almost instantly so you can't move, both of you laughing.

"Hey! Let me go!"

"Never," he declares, in a silly, dramatic voice, but then his laughter dies down as he tilts your chin upwards ever so delicately.

And then his voice is going soft, eyes warm and melting into yours as he cups your face and kisses you, impossibly sweet.

"Love you," he says, and kisses your nose for good measure. "And I missed you too."

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junkissed · 1 year

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goodnight moon

member — boyfriend!jun x gn reader genre — fluff word count — 1.1k synopsis — jun comes home from a bad day at work and he just wants to cuddle. warnings — established relationship, pet names (baby, my love), lots of kissing & cuddling, some humor bc it's literally impossible for me to write jun without making him a little silly, they are soo disgustingly in love notes — requested by @rainbowhao on my nsfw blog @onlyhuis! this request was so sweet it only inspired fluffy thoughts so i wrote about it here on my sfw blog instead :) rereading this ask i think i may not have written it like how you wanted akshdgfj v sorry but i hope you still enjoy!

you’re on the couch, scrolling through social media as the tv plays in the background, commercials quietly advertising the latest phone and new fast food restaurants in between episodes of your show.

it’s later than usual, and you yawn, glancing at the time on your phone. your boyfriend often works late, but you always stay up to greet him when he gets home. your job allows you to make your own hours, so on nights like tonight you have no problem staying up a little later so that you can fall asleep at the same time. but that doesn’t mean the late hour makes you any less tired.

you’re just about to get up and get a snack from the kitchen to help keep yourself awake when you hear keys rattle on the other side of the front door, signalling that your boyfriend is home. you look up as he walks in and slips his shoes off, throwing his bag on the counter with a groan.

you turn around, leaning your arms on the back of the couch. “what’s wrong, baby?”

“long day. too much work. tired,” he whines, and you hum sympathetically.

“i didn’t make anything for dinner, but i can now if you want me to,” you say, trying to hold back another yawn as you stand up from the couch.

he shakes his head as he starts to shrug off his jacket. “just wanna go right to sleep,” he pouts. he wraps his arm around your waist and brings you closer, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek. “i’ll meet you in bed, just… give me a couple minutes.”

you smile and head to the bathroom to wash your face. when you’re done you sit down on your side of the bed, checking your phone one last time before you set it aside for the night.

jun walks in not far behind you, flipping off the light when you give him a thumbs up.

he flops facedown on the bed, bouncing the mattress and wrinkling the comforter as he lands with an ‘oomph!’.

“junnie, you’ll mess up the sheets!” you giggle at him.

he rolls over onto his side, brown hair falling across the pillow. “don’t care. we’ll mess it up anyway.” he reaches out towards you and you yelp as he tugs you across the bed into his side. “c’mere, i wanna cuddle.”

before you can do anything he’s wrapped both his arms around you, holding you tight against his chest with his head in the crook of your neck. he sighs as you immediately melt into him, and his breath is warm on your cheek.

after a moment, you pull on his arms and he whines but loosens his grip, letting you move away. but you don’t move away; instead, you shift around, pushing him to lay on his back so you can crawl on top of him.

once you’re situated laying on him, he puts his arms around you again, rubbing one hand up and down your back in gentle circles. you sit up a little, putting your weight on your elbows as you reach to play with hair, twirling his soft locks between your fingers before moving to massage his scalp.

he sighs and his eyes flutter shut, lips unconsciously parted in a relaxed smile. “feels so good, baby, thank you,” he murmurs. you can practically feel the tension dissolving from his body, and it makes you smile.

he slides one of his hands up beneath your shirt as his fingertips begin to draw shapes on your back, and your skin prickles with goosebumps at his touch.

“let me take care of you,” you say with a smile as you lean down, leaving a feather-light kiss on his lips. “you wanna tell me about your day?” you ask, brushing strands of hair out of his face as he lifts his eyes towards you again.

“don’t wanna talk about work. want you,” he whines, and you giggle at how he clings onto you with his long limbs.

“i’m right here, my love, don’t worry.”

he lifts his chin up, puckering his lips to ask you for another kiss in his own silly way that you love so much. you give him a quick peck, just to tease him, knowing it’s not what he wants.

“babyyy,” he pouts, his brows knitting together as he sticks out his bottom lip.

“what is it, junnie?” you say, unable to hide the grin on your face.

“you’re being so mean to me,” he says dramatically as he continues to pout. “won’t even give me a nice kiss, and after the horrible, awful day i’ve had, too…”

“you’re such a dork, jun,” you say with a roll of your eyes, but you lean back down to kiss him again. this time it’s slower and gentler, his soft lips pressed against yours, drinking each other in.

after a while he pulls away, his eyelids heavy as you kiss his forehead. “love you so much, junnie,” you sigh, running your fingers through his hair.

he smiles lazily. “i love you, too, baby.”

he leans his head back against the pillow and you move away from his face, letting your mouth wander across his skin as you leave little wet kisses all down his neck. he giggles and he complains about how much it tickles, but you know he loves it.

there’s a laziness in the atmosphere as you nip at his collarbones, warm and tender like you have all the time in the world.

he hums and tugs on your arm, bringing you back up so that you’re nose to nose with him. “missed you so much today,” he says, tilting his chin a little to meet your lips.

you smile against his mouth. “i missed you too, baby. love you so much,” you mumble into him as you kiss him again and again.

eventually you rest your head in the space between his shoulder, letting your eyes close as you absently brush your fingertips over the soft skin of his cheek.

you’re so tired and so relaxed that you barely hear jun whisper “goodnight, my love.” but in your half-asleep state you feel your chest warm, your body registering the words even if your mind doesn’t. though you told him you would take care of him, somehow it’s always you who ends up being comforted by him as you drift off to sleep, laying tangled in each others’ arms. and no amount of horrible, awful work days can take him away from you.

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beomboomboom · 4 months

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Cure for me

genre: fluff, established relationship

pairing: Junhui x reader

summary: When you discover Jun has been hiding his sickness from you for the past week, to say you're furious when you find out would be an understatement. But Jun already feels terrible as is, so rather than unleashing your fury on him, you try to cure his pain through the best way you know, cuddles.

warnings: cuteness overload :D

note: Please tell me if there is anything I should fix! Enjoy reading the fic <33

"You told me that you were okay! You promised!" You shouted, livid after finding out how sick Jun has been for the past week. Even more furious at the fact that he didn't even think of telling you he wasn't feeling alright.

Sure, you could feel something was off. Jun hadn't been responding to your text messages as quick as he normally did. Jun had also made a ton of excuses when you offered to go to his house to check up on him. But when you questioned him about his suspicious behavior, he simply brushed you off. "I'm fine, I promise," Jun had texted.

Liar.

Jun was not fine.

When you finally went to his house to check up on him, he had a 103 degree fever and could only stumble against a wall whenever he tried to walk.

"Sit up," you order gently as you hold a bowl of warm soup with a spoon, and sit down next to Jun's bed.

"Thanks love, but I'm fine. I'm not even that sick. You didn't need to come here," Jun weakly mumbles in protest as he sits up slowly and takes the warm bowl from your hands.

"You idiot. You're obviously not fine. Do you even realize how high your fever is right now?" You say, annoyed by the fact that Jun has the audacity to think he's fine and doesn't need help, when he so obviously does.

You're about to lecture him further, but once you see Jun start to have a coughing fit and groan in pain afterwards, you instantly become worried.

"Let me get the cough medicine," you say, your tone gentle and worried as you pat Jun on the back a few times and go on a search for the medicine box.

When you finally return, this time with the medicine box in hand, you quickly take out the cough medicine and measure out the correct dose. Once you feed Jun the medicine, you quickly tell him lay down and take some time to rest and recuperate. "It's for your own good,' you say, laughing lightly as you tuck him into bed.

But just as you're about to stand up and leave, you feel a hand latch around your wrist.

"Sorry I didn't tell you I was feeling sick. I didn't want to be a burden to you." Jun blurts out shyly, embarrassed.

Your eyes immediately soften upon hearing his confession. "Oh, Jun. You'll never be a burden for me," you say as you cup your hands around Jun's face lovingly. You give him a fond smile before continuing on saying, "I always love taking care of you. Here, move over, let me cuddle with you, maybe you'll feel a little better."

"Wha-," Jun splutters out, flabbergasted. "But I'm sick, I don't want you to get sick too." He says as he begins to protest, not wanting to risk your health for his own comfort and enjoyment.

"It's okay, you're worth getting sick for. Besides, if I do get sick, we can be sick together." You say while smiling teasingly.

Jun sighs then pauses for a minute, contemplating, before reluctantly lifting up his blanket so that you can join him under the covers.

The second you lay down next to Jun, he pulls you close to his chest and envelopes you into a tight and warm hug. You yelp in surprise at first before turning around to face Jun as you give him a small peck on his nose. "You're silly," you say with a little giggle.

"You love it," Jun teasingly replies as he combs his fingers through your hair and gazes at your face lovingly. He then places his hands on your cheeks and litters small little kisses all over your face.

"I-" you mutter, speechless, as a light blush travels across your cheeks. You then let out an embarrassed squeal before turning your back to Jun to hide your pink face.

But Jun, as flirty as ever, simply comes closer from behind you and slowly wraps his hands around your waist. He even has the audacity to then rest his head on your shoulder and nuzzle his nose into your neck.

"Does this make you feel better?" You teasingly ask as you turn your face upwards to face Jun.

"Whenever I'm with you, I feel better," Jun admits while giving you a sheepish smile, before continuing on to say, "You're the perfect cure for me."

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sweet treat

member | junhui x f!reader genre | smut, a little fluff (happy valentine's day!) word count | 1.9k synopsis | jun has a tasty way to spice up your valentine's day, and not in the way you think it is. warnings | reader has a vagina and breasts, dom!jun sub!reader, food play kind of (with candy hearts), oral (reader receiving), handcuffs, making out, reader is a little bit of a brat but in a fun way, pet names (sweetheart, baby, good girl), jun is whipped for reader hehe, everyone please pretend that uti's don't exist and that eating food during sex is 100% safe notes | it's been a while but here's something finally!! i know i said this would be out like a week ago i'm so so sorry oops but it is here now :) it's way past v-day sjdfgfshj but i hope you enjoy regardless! this is very minimally edited so if you see mistakes please don't perceive them

when jun asked if he could try some new things for valentine’s day, you don’t know what you were expecting. maybe wearing a nice new set of lingerie, or going a little rougher than usual, or maybe even introducing a toy or something. you’ve never had the most incredibly exciting of sex lives, but it’s been more than enough to satisfy the both of you throughout your relationship.

what you didn’t expect is to have your hands tied to the headboard above you, completely naked, while jun hovers over you, completely clothed.

he picks up a single candy heart from the dish by the bed, holding it up between two fingers. he studies it for a second before popping it in his mouth, his lips parted just enough for you to see it sitting on his tongue before he bites down on it with an audible crunch.

you know the way you’re spread open in front of him is getting to him by the straining outline of his cock in his pants, but his eyes never leave your face as he chews on the candy, his gaze zeroed in on yours.

his adam’s apple jerks in his throat as he swallows, and your cunt clenches involuntarily at the sight.

jun sits on the bed beside you, still studying your face. “you’re so quiet, baby,” he hums. “you’re usually so loud.”

“and you’re usually doing more than just standing there watching,” you bite back with a huff. but you aren’t really mad; in fact, the long, drawn-out foreplay to your valentine’s day sexcapades is only making you more excited to see what junhui has planned next.

he furrows his bottom lip. “and you aren’t usually this bratty, either,” he says, a hint of a smirk on his face.

you grin. “that’s because i like it.”

he leans over you, grabbing your chin with one hand to tilt your head closer to his. you can’t help but moan into his mouth when he kisses you, happy to finally be touched, even if it’s only with jun’s lips and nothing else.

the way he’s sitting above you gives him the perfect angle to slide his tongue into your mouth, and his free hand begins to trail down your body as his grip on your jaw tightens, each kiss getting rougher and more desperate. your skin prickles with goosebumps at his touch; you can almost barely feel him there with how lightly he’s moving across your body, but you know he’s there

you arch your back with a whine and he pulls away, pushing your head back down onto the pillows as you inhale a deep breath.

your eyes follow him as he leans away from the bed, but with his back facing you, you can’t see what he’s doing. you pull against the fluffy pink handcuffs holding you to the bed, wanting to touch him. you want to trace your hands along his back, feel his muscles under your fingertips, feel his skin without the clothes he’s—frustratingly—still wearing. you groan under your breath, tugging at your restraints once more, but it’s no use.

he turns back around, keeping one hand behind his back out of your view, and you sit back, batting your eyelashes innocently, hoping it’ll convince him to finally do something more.

"open," jun commands, and for a second you think you’ve succeeded. automatically your mouth falls open, ready to receive whatever he's about to give you.

but what enters your mouth isn't what you're expecting. instead of fingers or spit (or maybe if you’re lucky, his cock) like you're usually used to with him, he simply places a pink candy heart on your tongue.

you start to close your lips to chew on it, but he just raises an eyebrow, tsking at you.

"did i tell you you could do that, sweetheart?" he scolds. the pun in the nickname he uses almost makes you want to laugh, but you're so focused on the way he swiftly pulls his shirt over his head that you can't even think about making jokes right now.

you shake your head in response, your tongue still hanging out of your mouth as the sugar begins to disintegrate.

he grins. “good girl,” he says, and he stands up, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed.

suddenly you cry out, and he looks up at you, his eyes a little bit softer than before. “do you need something, baby?” he asks.

you mumble out a reply, still holding the candy on your tongue, and he giggles at your persistence. “you don’t have to keep it there, baby, you can eat it if you need to. talk to me.”

you scrunch your nose, contemplating, but you bring your tongue back into your mouth, putting the candy heart against the inside of your cheek. “wanna see you, junnie,” you moan, looking down at him. “can you take your shirt off? please?”

he grins, standing up again so you can see all of him. “well, since you asked so nicely,” he smiles, pulling his shirt up and over his head faster than you can blink, and then he’s beside you again.

“everything else still okay?” he asks softly, and you start to answer, but his lips, which have started trailing down your neck, make it hard to even think. you let out a sigh when he starts sucking at your skin lightly.

“need an answer, sweetheart,” he reminds you gently, his lips leaving you for just a second before moving down to your chest, leaving wet, messy kisses all across your skin.

“yes, jun,” you moan out, and finally he moves back down to between your legs, giving you one last satisfied kiss before he kneels at the edge of the bed.

with his head so close to your cunt, you automatically reach out for him, but your restraints pull you back once more. you huff in frustration but give in, craning your neck so you can see him instead.

and just before he’s about to press his lips against your aching heat, he pulls away to look up at you. “you better put that candy heart back where it belongs, darling,” he says challengingly.

you cock an eyebrow at him. “and what if i don’t?”

he shrugs, looking way too nonchalant for how hard you imagine his cock must be— you’re not the only one that hasn’t gotten anything yet tonight. “then i’ll just leave you wet and grumpy until you wake me up in the middle of the night begging me to fuck you.”

the fact that he isn’t wrong about that is enough to make you back down. there’s been numerous slightly embarrassing occasions where you’ve accidentally-on-purpose woken jun up at 2am because you were way too flustered to sleep and your fingers just weren’t cutting it.

and although you know he’s definitely bluffing—he’s way too sweet (and insatiable) to ever leave you unsatisfied for too long—you let him win this one anyway.

you stick your tongue out for him, the half-melted candy heart dutifully in its place, and the silence that follows is more than enough of an answer for junhui.

“that’s my baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh. he looks up at you with a glint of mischief in his eye, his mouth hovering over your soaking cunt.

“that better still be there when i’m finished.”

and with that he’s diving into you, his mouth covering every inch of your pussy and sucking like his life depends on it. you groan and start to close your mouth, but you remember jun’s instructions and leave your mouth open instead.

his tongue prods at your hole, easing you open around him. he knows you like the back of his hand, and it doesn’t take long for him to bring you right up to the edge.

your moans get higher and breathier as you struggle to keep the candy from falling out of your mouth, throwing your head back with a gasp.

jun’s lips move up to wrap around your clit, simultaneously inserting one finger into you as he begins to suck harder. the stimulation from his mouth and fingers, combined with the intense focus you have to keep on your own mouth to make sure you don’t accidentally lose the candy, makes it hard to think straight.

but just when you feel yourself start to teeter on the edge of your orgasm, jun pulls his lips away, keeping his finger inside you, pumping slowly. you whine and clench around him, muttering out something that’s supposed to be “please” but ends up sounding more like “aleathe”. you raise your head to look at him, meeting his eyes.

he grins. “you wanna cum, sweetheart? all over my face, with your pretty little pussy? hm?”

you can barely manage an “uh huh” in response as jun adds another finger and increases his pace. his fingers brush against your walls over and over, making you arch your back, desperate for more as he brings you closer and closer.

he doesn’t stop as your orgasm crashes into you, his mouth moving everywhere over your cunt until overstimulation starts to set in. your thighs squeeze around his head, and he groans against your folds, making you jerk. he wraps his arms around your hips, holding you tightly against his face as you writhe against him.

when he finally pulls away from you, you lay back against the pillows, breathing heavily. he stands up and comes to sit on the bed, gently caressing your face with the back of his hand.

feeling him beside you, you pry open your tired eyes, sticking out your tongue proudly to show him how obedient you were.

he laughs. “you can eat it now,” he says, and for the first time in a while you close your mouth, finally getting to savor what’s left of the candy.

he sighs fondly, watching you slowly chew on the treat as he moves to undo the cuffs holding you down. once you’re free, you sit up and rotate your wrists, a little sore from being held up so long, and jun takes your hands, massaging them with his thumbs.

you lean over and kiss him, and his tongue slips into your mouth, letting you taste the remnants of your orgasm and letting him taste what’s left of the sweet sugar in your mouth. the kiss grows deeper, his hands letting go of yours and wrapping around your body instead, holding you tightly in his arms, his lips never leaving yours. you don’t even notice the change in positions until you’re flat on your back again with jun on top of you.

he pulls away for just a second so you both can breathe, and in that second he studies your face, still glowing from your orgasm. he grins, and leans down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. “i love you, baby. happy valentine’s day,” he says with a giggle.

and you can’t help but smile when you look up at him, seeing the excitement in his eyes. “i love you too, junnie. happy valentine’s day.”

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hoeforhao · 8 months

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babbyyyyy HONEYYY when are we getting flip sip strip?

it's here finally lord😭every month I used to get a ask regarding when will flip,sip or strip come out and I felt so guilty for pushing down such a good plot to the basements but yeah!!! FINALLY!

Flip, Sip or Strip🎲 // Wonhui Fic // Part 1

ᥫ᭡ pairing: sub!wonwoo×fem!reader×dom!junhui

ᥫ᭡ genre: smut with barely any plot,minors dni, threesome,college au, bestfriends to bedfriends, sexual games

ᥫ᭡tags: rough sex, double penetration,oral(both m and f receiving),pussy slapping,breast play, use of pet names,degradation kink,orgasm denial, use of explicit language.

ᥫ᭡synopsis: what happens when you are ganged up by your bestfriends to play a game of pleasures.

ᥫ᭡part: 1/2

ᥫ᭡word count: 1.4k+

ᥫ᭡banner credits: @classicscreations

ᥫ᭡authors note: ik ik this was supposed to be a oneshot and I started writing today with that aim only but got disturbed so many times that I lost the flow, and in no way I wanted this fic to come out rushed and without the tension building up, so I'll release the rest with another part. But this part can also be read as a stand alone. Hope y'all will enjoy!!!

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"Yah Jun that's sheer daylight cheating boy" your cushiony hands land a hard smack onto the oldest's upper thighs, making him let out a sharp gasp, mostly from the fear of letting you see the growing tent in his trousers.

"If that means discarding one more piece of clothing down that velvety skin of yours, then I'm ready to beat jeonghan hyung's records" Junhui blurts out with absolutely no shame or filter, resulting in your cheek muscles tensing up to flush a subtle pink.

Yes you three were playing this weird game that Jun himself suggested with his obvious intentions that were unknown to the rest two of you, till now!! For you what seemed to be an innocent, maybe a little spicy game, to draw the boredom out of you, wonwoo and jun from not having dates to go to senior prom, now had you sitting infront of these two men in just your pants and lacey purple bra.

Not that you minded being half naked before your best friends though, as being single for more than 10 months have now elevated your libido to the very edge. Apart from that, Jun was incredibly hot and flirty to not have your legs slump whenever he had his hands on you or even his mere words were enough to have you sweating down your core.

What you did not know or anticipate was the second older's burning lusty eyes towards your nearly bare torso, digging wells into that cloth that was guarding your enchanting assests from him. "Are you two done with the bickerings? Let's finish this quick pls"

"Why Jeon? So that you can go play that goddamn games of yours? Or are you...." Jun shifts his gaze from you onto wonwoo, resting his palms on the younger's thighs, giving him a teasing look with the hope to ignite the self controlling hold he has been trying to put onto his desires.

Wonwoo immediately shys away, trying to hide the red creeping up onto his face and following the feeling down to his pants, pushing off Jun's hands in the process. "Or w-what?"

"Or are you scared to show y/n how hard you are from just watching her strip down her top, hmm?" Jun moves his palms to wonwoo's lap once again, drawing light circles on his upper thighs, dangerously close to the strain in his pants, while his eyes fall on you whose mouth was quite literally left hanging open after hearing the older's shameless blabberings.

"Rest those muscles of yours baby, they would need to work a lot later" and with that Jun rolls the dice once again! Lord looks like all the heavens were against your sanity today, as the result flipped out to your defeat, for the third time in a row, and you very well knew what that meant - losing the very last piece of deceny left on your body.

Looking up at Jun with those doe eyes of yours, hands playing with the waistband of your jeans, hope aflame in yours eyes that he would ask you not to provide a free strip show for them anymore.....but alas! The only thing you receive is a nod from him directing you to pull those pants down your legs right now.

"Fuck you Jun! I'm sure you fixed the game just to tease me!!"

"You will soon babygirl, don't worry. But just not only me" he finally gets up from the floor, pulling along wonwoo by his shoulders, while turning towards you to see you now standing up by yourself to get those jeans off of your body. Your eyes were too focused on the material of your clothing to notice the two men towering above, their faces dangerously close to yours.

Being done with taking off your final piece of modesty, you finally lift up your head only to be met with Jun's breath fanning against your nose, while wonwoo blocked out the little space you had left to run away from this rendezvous.

"W-what!" you try to back up only to be hit by the paddings of the couch behind, nearly falling down if it wasn't for Jun's biceps holding you up, although the other option would've been way better, now that you feel his hands creeping up your bare back and play with the hooks of your bra.

"You think being stripped down to this purple lingerie with two men infront of you, more appropriately starving men, be the climax of tonight's adventures?" the oldest now pushes you down to the couch, spreading your legs with his to stand between them, all this while directing wonwoo to kneel down beside you by the handrest.

"We're in for a long night, right Jeon?" Jun snakes his arms behind you to slightly arch up your body, giving him enough space to discard your bra off of your chest quickly, while his knees were now bend up against your clothed cunt, grinding them on your clit.

"Kiss her wonwoo. Show her you're not just a loser who sits in his room and plays games". His remark was fueling enough for wonwoo's ego as he swiftly descends his face down to yours, trapping your lips into his, hands going around your jaw to hold you as close to him as possible.

The little bit of doubt and control that was clouding your mind from jumping right in was now cleared off as you get a taste of wonwoo, his mouth taking yours in completely, eating out your face as if he has never felt something as sweet as your lips.

The sweaty cat's hands tightly tug onto your hair as he feels you moaning into his mouth, from the sudden sensation of Jun's cold fingers drawing over your bare nipples, the sharpness of his ring leaving behind a trail of painful pleasure on your tits.

"Won't you help the poor boy out y/n? Ease out the painful boner that was caused by this sultry body of yours, hmm?" Jun takes one of you hands that was trapped behind you all this time and guides it to wonwoo's crotch, holding it down to push against his bulge constantly, making the younger bite on your lips from the heat building up.

You couldn't believe yourself as you were now palming wonwoo's dick from over his pants while Jun was playing with your boobs, spitting on them for his hands to glide down easily, pinching your nipples between his digits as he kneaded onto your mounds like he was gonna make bread out of them, knees never taking a break from rubbing your pussy.

"F-fuck y/n, I don't....don't wanna cum in my pants....stop pls!" wonwoo quickly pushes you back, detaching his lips from yours leaving behind a string of saliva still joining the two of you, as he fears that if you move your hands against his dick once more, he'll come undone then and there, which he definitely did not want.

The sudden absence of his warmth on your mouth and the absurd behavior of the elder, makes your eyes flash by a confused look, turning towards Jun as if to ask him why did wonwoo behave like that and what was their next step.

"I think it's time for us to take this to the bedroom. This couch is too small to accommodate both of us in you" your mouth literally hangs open at this as you slowly come to terms with the fact that tonight you were about to be railed by two men simultaneously. Not that you hated the idea tho.

Observing the accepting look on your face, Jun asks wonwoo to take you in his arms and bring you upstairs to the said bedroom, as he knew quite well that your legs were probably too weak to walk themselves up, after all the action his knees have been giving you for the past fifteen minutes.

Wonwoo carrying you like a sloth with your arms tied tightly around his neck as you rest your head in the crook of his neck, feels like nothing more than a dream for you. His broad shoulders shielding you from all the chaos of this world, his embrace feeling like home and his dick poking your butt from beneath - all was like a made up fairytale for you until Jun's voice decides to pull you out of the haze.

"What are you waiting for Jeon? Throw her on the bed. Let's see how well her pussy takes two cocks at the same time"

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wongyuseokie · 1 year

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Crossing Lines | w.j.h

Summary: Your boss is a dangerous man, and you foolishly messed up his schedule, now he’s pissed and you’re the only one that can fix the problem you caused.

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ☁︎ angst | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2516 words

Pairings: Mafia! Wen Junhui x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: Fluff, angst (minor), smut. PWP (it’s got the briefest plot ever) Content Warnings: Jun is a member of the mafia or an organised crime unit, I guess. It’s never really discussed. Think Vincenzo. Mentions of blood and death (nothing descriptive). A knife is used to take off a shirt, but there’s no blood. Is cuddling a warning? Jun is actually just a softie too. Jun threatens to kill her once, but it's part of the dirty talk. She calls him sir but it’s not kinky.

Smut Warnings: Dom!Jun, oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, use of a scarf as a gag, fingering. Unprotected sex (don’t do this folks), minor knife play. Name-calling. Multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting. Dirty talk.

Authors Note: Honestly, I've been bias wrecked so so badly by this man I want to cry. This fic came to life because of @flurrys-creativity sending me thirst traps and giving me scenarios, and somehow it became a full-blown fic and reading this, too 💕 . Thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for beta'ing this. You brought my smut back to life and made it much more sense. Thank you, my lovely!! 💕 I shall send you more DK thirst traps as a thank you. Thank you also to @here4btsfics for always letting me thirst and cry over Jun because, look at him, thank you for reading and thirsting over Jun with me ❤️ Authors Note 2: Tagging my lovely June @junkissed-replies ❤️

Working for Seoul’s most notorious crime family wasn’t exactly easy. Being designated as the personal assistant to the family's youngest member was even less ideal. Wen Junhui, typically known only as Jun, was the definition of a walking juxtaposition. His doe eyes sparkled like the night sky, and his body made you ache, with abs sculpted by gods and thighs you wanted to ride until you came all over his trademark black skinny jeans.

On the other end of the spectrum was Jun’s job, which he referred to as more of a hobby—killing people. He was ruthless. Noone dared cross him. One wrong word, the slightest misstep, and the poor bastard would be dead on the floor of his den before he could even realize his mistake.

You had grown oddly accustomed to his brutalities. He had a job, and so did you. Your job was to make sure his demands were met, no matter what they were, so you didn’t become another name in a long list of kills. Except he had a soft spot for you. Or maybe it was that you made something on this already hard man even harder. There was a mutual attraction between you two that you never dared act on. The man was dead inside.

Today was not a good day. You had checked and double-checked Jun’s schedule, but there was still some miscommunication. Whatever it was led Jun to believe you fucked up his meeting plans with his biggest rival.

In this world, it meant that he deferred the meeting, which made him a pussy. He was not happy. Actually, that was an understatement. Jun was fuming. In one of those cartoons, smoke would come out of his ears. It would be comical if it weren’t for the fact that he literally killed for a living.

“Y/N, step into my office now, shut the door, and lock it.”

You felt chills down your spine and wondered if this was it for you. You’d be dead. He got up from his seat, and damn, why did he have to look so criminally good? All previous fear subsided, at least for a moment, as you took in his appearance. He had his signature leather jacket on with ripped jeans. You cursed your body for being such a traitor, clenching at the sight of him. Jun walked towards you, eyes trained on you as if you were a target.

Correction: you were his target. He stopped close to you, too close for the thoughts racing through your head. You could feel his breath on your face. Again, fuck your body for being so turned on when he was looking at you like prey. He placed one arm next to you, both showing his dominance and caging you in. His other one fished his dagger out of his scabbard. Fuck, okay, maybe you were really in trouble.

He twirled the knife through his fingers with practised ease, making you wonder how many times he’d done it. Actually, it made you wonder how they’d feel in your pussy. You cursed yourself again, telling yourself to get it together. You legitimately might die, and all you could think of was those perfect fingers fucking you. At least your body and mind were in agreement on this one, behaving as inappropriately as possible.

“Y/N, you messed up my meeting, and now everyone is calling me a pussy.” The knife stilled between his fingers as he spoke.

“Sir, I’m sorry I scheduled your meeting properly, but it just got miscommunicated somehow, and I’m so sorry,” your voice came out in a squeak, and you were fucking scared.

“Did you hear me properly, pretty girl?” That was new. He’d called you a lot of things, but certainly not pretty girl. You nodded, trying to make sense of the nickname.

“Now, how do I punish you?” He cocked his head to the side like he might be trying to tease you. Except, you knew he used the same line on his victims.

“Sir, it won’t happen again,” you begged.

“You’re right. It won’t,” he said as he pulled a scarf out of his pocket. You thought it was the same one he used to suffocate those unlucky enough to wind up on his bad side.

“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he demanded. Despite the words, it was a demand. There was no room for negotiation.

“Sir, please, I’m so so sorry. never happen again, I swear.”

His eyes went dark. Not only did you talk back to him, but you defied an order. No one did that, not to him. He took his knife and raised it to your neck.

Jun slowly trailed the knife down your throat, not breaking your skin, until he reached the top of your shirt. In one clean move, showing a deadly skill, he sliced your shirt open and left you standing there in a black lace bra.

“Do you wear clothes like this so someone can fuck you? Do you know what happens to girls that dress like sluts?” His eyes were on the knife as it trailed down your abdomen as if he didn’t expect any answers.

“No, Jun, please.”

He dropped the knife, and his hand went to your throat. The pressure was…actually kind of nice. Well, it would’ve been if you weren’t so scared.

“You are mine. Anyone I hire is my property, so you will do what I say. Speak one more time, and I will kill you, make no mistake. Understood?” You nodded. The rational part of you fought off tears because this man and his reputation were terrifying.

The irrational part of you was turned on, arousal dripping into your panties.

“Open your mouth.”

You did as he said and tied the scarf tight over your mouth, effectively gagging you. Jun picked up his knife again and sliced your bra open.

“Fuck, Y/N, such pretty little tits. You kept them from me all this time.” He flicked your nipple. You stifled a moan, the irrational winning out.

Jun smirked, “you can make all the noise you want. Scream if you want. No one will save you. The gag might make it difficult to say much, though.”

He dropped to his knees and pulled your skirt down. He helped you out of it and groaned at your matching black lace underwear. It was impossible to miss the way your arousal dripped from your cunt onto your thighs.

Jun grabbed your panties, ripped them, and then slid them off. You barely had a second to consider how counterproductive it was. He stood back up and stripped himself. That sent your mind further into overdrive because you’d seen him shirtless many times, but naked? This would be the first. The second he was bare before you, your eyes went to his penis. It was beautiful–long, hard, and thick. You squirmed in excitement at how it was going to ruin you, how he would ruin you.

Without a word, Jun grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you onto his shoulders so that he could place you down against his marble table. You were face down, breasts against the cool surface of the marble and hips pressing into the edge. Still dripping in arousal, you had to remind yourself who was standing behind you. This man could kill you just as easily as he could fuck you. You were still considering which way it might go when his hand made sharp contact with your exposed cheek.

“Pretty sluts get this.”

You trembled and let out a strangled moan. You felt Jun turn you around. Your ass pressed into the table. He removed the scarf around your mouth and kissed you. Despite his demeanour, the kiss was soft and tender as his lips moved against yours. He swiped your lower lip with his tongue, begging for entrance, which you happily granted. He used his tongue to deepen the kiss.

Suddenly, he pulled away from your mouth and kissed along your jawline, nibbling on your earlobe. His lips moved down to your neck, and he started to suck at the sensitive skin, leaving bite marks as he went. God, your neck would be covered in shades of blue and purple. Not that you cared.

He moved down to your breasts, flicking his tongue over your nipple. It was a lot of attention as he sucked and gently nibbled each before moving further down your body. By his mouth reached your pussy, you were dripping wet for him.

Wasting no time, Jun pushed you up, so you were now sitting on the table, the sensation of the cold marble on your bare skin heightening your pleasure. His mouth returned to your cunt, licking into it with quick movements. He flicked his tongue on your clit, then enclosed his lips around it and started to suck. Simultaneously, he put one finger into your cunt and started thrusting. The thrusts only got faster when he saw how immediate your reaction was. His tongue continued moving against your clit as he added another finger. You were going to cum far sooner than you wanted to if he kept this up.

The pace was brutal, and Jun was relentless, not missing a beat as he added another finger. This was so much more than you were used to. Even with the addition of another finger, he kept his tongue working on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and sucking. You wanted to reach out for some sort of support that you knew wasn’t there.

Jun knew you needed support and didn’t care, determined to punish you for your mistake. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, rendering you immobile, and continued the nearly exhausting pace. You found purchase in his hair, the only way to stabilize for even a second. Something finally snapped, and you came hard. You tried to move Jun away from your pussy, it was too sensitive for him to be continuing like he was.

Except, he showed no mercy. His fingers continued to pump into you, and his face stayed anchored between your legs. It was like he took pleasure in your whimpers as he pushed you even further. He pulled a second orgasm out of you as the screams fell from your lips. Still, he didn’t relent, continuing to eat you out like you were his favourite meal. You were overstimulated and could feel yourself clenching again another orgasm approaching. When you tried to wriggle free, Jun only gripped your waist harder, pressing you further into the table.

Finally, he pulled away from your cunt, removing the leg that was draped over his shoulder and wiping his chin unceremoniously. Your whole body was shaking as you tried to breathe deeply enough to recover. It was stupid to think he’d let you do that, though.

Jun pulled you off the table and turned you back around, once again pushing your body down on the cold marble table. He pushed his cock into you from behind. There wasn’t even time to adjust to his size before he began fucking into you. He knew exactly where to hit, once again setting an impossible pace. You tried to grab the edges of the table and steady yourself as he slammed into you. He fucked you until you hit your fourth orgasm, something you were really enjoying despite the way your body protested the overstimulation. But, fuck did this guy’s stamina go through the roof or something? Before you could process that thought, he turned you around again, so you were lying flat on your back on the table.

Unsurprisingly, he didn’t give you any time to adjust or catch your breath. Not that you cared, really, you were so blissed out. He pushed his cock inside you, and somehow the pace was even more animalistic as he pounded into your overstimulated body. You let your eyes fall shut, head lolling back, and received a sharp slap against your pussy.

“Look at me when I fuck you, baby,” he demanded. His grip on your waist was so strong that you imagined his fingertips would leave bruises. Your whole body was going to be covered.

Jun’s breathing got more laboured, and you knew he was finally close. His thrusts became erratic, the final thrust allowing him to release inside of you. Despite his release, he didn’t let you relax as he quickly pushed two fingers inside you. The thrusts caught you off guard, and he curled his fingers to hit you just right each time. You let out a scream as you squirted all over his hands, signalling your fifth orgasm for the night.

The next morning you woke up wrapped in a soft duvet, not entirely remembering how you had managed to get to the bed. Your entire body was exhausted from the night before, and you thought you could have slept through the rest of the day. Except someone was pressing soft kisses between your shoulder blades.

“Morning beautiful.”

You shot up at the sound of Jun’s voice, regretting that decision as your whole body was bruised and battered from the previous night. You tried to clumsily climb out of bed. Jun was quicker, gently grabbing you and pulling you into his arms.

“I know I went off last night. I lose control when it comes to my work. Sorry that I took it out on you, but you did seem to enjoy it,” Jun explained with a smirk on his handsome face, but you could hear the sincerity in his voice.

“It’s okay, Sir, I’m sorry, I won’t ever make a mistake again.” you apologised. You were unsure where you stood now, despite the lesson he’d taught you.

“No, Y/N, you won’t because you don’t work for me anymore.”

Your eyes filled with tears. Not only did you need the money, but you also enjoyed last night far more than you should have. The thought of not seeing Jun anymore stung. Jun took notice of your reaction and tightened one arm around you, cupping your face with the other.

“I mean, I don’t want my girlfriend working for me. I know my job isn’t…traditional, but you’ve seen a lot while working for me. I do like you. I guess yesterday. I truly realised how much I care. But if this is too much, you can ignore the offer and keep your job.”

“Sir, I-“ you started, unsure what to say.

“It's Jun, sweet girl. I promise I’ll be there for you and protect you,” Jun interrupted, everything about him much softer than you’d seen before.

“I know it's a little unconventional, considering I fucked the absolute life out of you, but may I please take you on a date? Your final role as my assistant could just be letting me know if I’m free tonight”

“You are, and it's a date,” you replied, snuggling further into his embrace. His hold was so soft, and you were so content that you drifted back to sleep, hoping this hadn’t all been a dream.

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rubywonu · 6 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗴𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 - 𝘄𝗲𝗻 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗵𝘂𝗶

summary: in which the new addition to the cafe fascinates you.

pairing: wen junhui x fem!reader

genre: meet cute, bakery au!.

warnings: mentions of ghost - shaped cookies.

w/c: 0.9k

nia’s notes: such a wonderful start to cutetober, isn’t it amazing.

this is part of cutetober!

although the outside world was getting ready to start its day, you and the rest of the bakery staff had already completed half of the work. it was october, one of the busiest months of the year.

it marked the official start of fall and boy, was the bakery buys. pumpkin spice lattes, cinnamon rolls, and the bakery's specialty - ghost-shaped cookies flew off the shelf as soon as they were stocked.

so it was time to hustle. there were a few employees in the main part of the bakery and they were setting up for opening. meanwhile, you were prepping the kitchen and you were also waiting for the new joiner.

it was the perfect time for a new employee. you didn't know how he looked or anything about him apart from his name, wen junhui. sounds chinese. you thought just as the kitchen door opened.

and there he was, the man you were awaiting. dear lord, you didn't expect him to look this good. with that cute cream and blue zip-up and his hair down, all fluffy, you were experiencing what you realized were butterflies at that moment.

"yn, this is jun. our new employee." hari, your friend and the bakery's cashier introduced the fine man. "he'll be helping you in the kitchen from now on."

the universe must be on your side since you would be partnering with jun. "hi, jun." you smiled as you tested his name on your tongue. it felt comfortable.

"hi, yn. nice to meet you." if you thought he looked good with his face neutral you were awestruck when you saw him flash out a grin.

the two of you made eye contact and it felt like sparks were shooting in all directions. the sounds drained out and all you cared about were that devouring eyes.

"um. so, i'm going to leave." hari backed out, clearly uncomfortable at the tension between you and jun.

the slight slam of the door broke out the contact and you were calling jun over. "here, put this on." you handed an apron to jun and you showed him the workstation where you were making the cookies.

the first batch was already out and it was a test one. "so, the bakery's specialty is the ghost-shaped cookies. and i make them. now that you're here, you're going to help me make them."

"ok, that sounds nice." jun finished tying his apron. "what should i do?"

"well, you can prep the cookie dough while i finish icing the test batch. after that, i'll help you with the selling batches." you gave jun gloves as you put on your own.

the both of you started working, and you started sneaking glances at the man next to you. the way jun's eyebrows furrowed when he concentrated on perfecting the dough. you glanced at him without realizing that jun was doing the same too.

from the moment jun walked inside the kitchen, his eyes were blessed. jun found you gorgeous, he loved the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled at him. and he loved the way your voice sounded like honey.

he looked at you focusing on decorating the ghost-shaped cookies. your mouth was in a pout and it made you look very adorable. he went back to focusing on the dough.

jun wanted to get a little playful like he did. he slowly reached over to the finished test batch cookies and he grabbed one cookie. as he was about to put the cookie in his mouth, he felt a slap on his hand and the cookie being pulled away.

"these are for later, not now." the smile that was threatening to come out trapped the both of you. you and jun tried hard to not smile and remain neutral but that failed miserably. you were intrigued by jun's playful behavior.

it brought out the inner child in you as you saw his flour-stained hand. you realized that when you slapped his hand, a little flour had stained his hand.

the two of you looked up from his hand and burst out in laughter. you were too busy giggling, that you didn't notice that jun was covering your cheek in flour too.

"no you didn't." you scoffed with a mischievous glint in your eyes before you grabbed a little flour and put it on his cheek as well.

"i surrender." jun was lagging while putting his hands up in position. "how about i get you coffee as a truce."

the both of you didn't need a truce but was jun going to pass up an opportunity to ask you out? no, absolutely not.

"we work in a bakery, i can literally walk out to get a coffee." fair point. jun thought.

"how about dinner, i doubt you can get that here too." now it looked like jun had trapped you.

"sure. tomorrow, after our shift." just like that you had started a new relationship with a man who you didn't know would be the love of your life, and you owed it all to ghost-shaped cookies and a bit of flour.

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junkissed · 1 year

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bedtime kisses

member — husband!junhui x reader genre — very very soft fluff word count — 650 warnings — none. something short and sweet for you all tonight notes — it is 3:12am and i could not sleep until this idea came to me and i had to write it out. hope it helps you sleep too :)

it's the night before a big event, and jun can't sleep.

you lay next to him as he tosses and turns, groaning because he can't find just the right position. you know the feeling all too well– that feeling when nothing is comfortable, and all you can do is lie awake annoyedly until you fall asleep hours later.

and of course, with jun moving around, you can't sleep either. not that you aren't sleepy, but his constant rolling around pulls you away from your slumber every time you get anywhere close to it.

there's a clock on your nightstand behind you, but you don't have the energy to roll over to check it. besides, you don't need to see the time to know the hour is late, and both you and your adorable husband need your beauty sleep.

now, he lies on his stomach, facedown in his pillow. he lets out a groan, and it reverberates into the pillow, the noise cushioned by the fabric.

you laugh. "junnie, go to sleep," you whisper.

he turns his head to the side to face you. "can't," he whines, words slightly muffled from his cheek pressed against the pillow. "will you play with my hair like you always do? please?" he asks softly, and even in the dark, without being able to see, you know he’s got that pout on his face. the one he always has when he wants something. and the one when you inevitably give it to him, because how could you resist such a sweet face?

you sigh, a smile dancing at the corners of your mouth as you scoot closer to him. you start to place your hand on the back of his head, but he wiggles away. "wait, lemme– sit…"

he shifts his weight, bouncing the mattress a little as he rolls back onto his side, facing you. "wanna see you," he says, once he's finally in the position he wants to be in.

you giggle. "it's dark, jun, you can't see anything."

"but i can see you," he murmurs, and it makes your heart swell.

you smile to yourself, moving your hand to the base of his neck and threading your fingers through his hair.

he sighs at the contact, and you imagine his eyes falling shut like they always do when you touch him, the soft, blissed-out expression that washes over his features and makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

you start to slide your hand up the back of his head, running your fingers through his hair until you find that perfect spot, just right, and he exhales softly.

you cradle his head in your hand, gently massaging his scalp with the pads of your fingers. he hums and reaches our for you beneath the blankets, lightly laying his hand over you waist.

"i love you," he murmurs, voice quickly becoming soft with sleep.

"i love you, too," you reply, and brush a fallen lock of hair out of his face with your thumb.

you can feel the atmosphere growing calmer and sleepier, and you have to fight the urge to close your eyes and let go yourself. the relaxing feeling of running your fingers through jun's soft, thick hair is lulling you to sleep as well, but you resist it, for his sake.

until you hear a sniff, followed by a shallow snore, and you know he's already asleep. you let your eyes fall shut and let your fingers give him a few last gentle strokes before sliding down to his neck, his chest, then falling down to the mattress.

with a bit of effort you push up onto your elbow, leaning over him to press a little kiss to his temple.

"goodnight, my love."

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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Hiii can i request taking care of Jun when he got back from a trip and he’s sick?

[7:02]

moon junhui being a sick baby that you have to care for!

jun is the opposite of jihoon when it comes to relationships, so i hope i captured his personality well!

imagine you're waiting at home by your front door

seventeen was just on tour for awhile and jun missed you so much

he'd constantly be texting you and sending you selfies or pics of his perspective during his trip

he's so clingy, it's physically pains him that he couldn't touch or hug or kiss you for so long

he promises that as soon as he arrives back, he'll go and visit you asap

so you sat there with some meal prepared and some videogames set up for the night his plane was to arrive

you hear some knocks on your door and you open it immediately!

he rushes in, pulling you into a big hug

he's wearing a long trech coat to protect him from the cold, and you reach underneath his coat to wrap your arms tightly around his waist

you both have this competition/inside joke to see who hugs tightest, but he seems weaker than usual, so you let go quicker than usual

"i missed you, junnie. how are you?" you say, closing the front door behind him

as soon as he speaks, you notice something's wrong

"i missed you so much, but i'm great now that i'm here with you-"

"do you have a stuffy nose? your voice sounds nasally and strained."

"what? i'm not-" but he suddenly has a coughing attack

his coughs are very loud and crackly, it makes your eyebrows furrow

you move to take off his jacket for him

"i'm sorry," he says, grabbing the jacket from you and putting it to the side so he can cling onto you

"don't be sorry, silly. i know you like to work really hard, so i'm not surprised you overworked yourself"

"it smells good, did you cook something for me?"

"don't worry about it. i'll pack it for tomorrow because you need some warm stew tonight," you insist

he's smiling so wide

he loves taking care of you, so when you take care of him in return, he swears his heart flutters

jun is the type to not share his emotions, to be honest

if he does, it'd be in a joking way because he doesn't want to make others worry about him

"i'm not sick. i'm just super siiiick like dope and swag and sexy," he says, wanting to see your reaction

you chuckle, rolling your eyes as you waddle around the kitchen, making him the stew with him backhugging you

his chin is resting on your shoulder and whenever he talks, he moves so he's quietly talking in your ear

"you should go lay down or something"

"no, it feels nice like this"

if he's tired or sick, he'll be even more clingy to you, trust me

"you should make it really spicy to clear my sinuses. i'm great with spice."

"yeah, whatever you say."

dont let him see you rolling your eyes pls

you do make it a bit spicy for him

you manage to make him some stew as he clings to you like a koala

you sit down together in the living room in front of the tv and he's pouting when he sees the videogames set up

"you set this all up for us?"

"of course, but you need to rest. we can play tomorrow since you're definitely taking the day off of work, right?"

he nods, obeying easily

"good."

"hmm, my arms are really really tired, you know, y/n?"

"what? did you dance too hard or something?"

"i'm not sure, but i think you might need to feed me."

"really? ((T_T))"

he starts fake crying loudly, coughing a few times, that you try and shut him up by covering his mouth with your hand

you do end up spoon feeding him (and he loves it so much, he's eating that sht up)

after he eats, you manage to get him to stop clinging to you so you can fetch him some medicine for him to take

you take notes on your phone, setting an alarm for the next time he needs a dosage

he listens to you easily because (1) he loves you, and (2) he literally is too tired to refuse

the two of you head to bed early, and you play a movie to try and distract him

poor baby gets a fever as it gets later into the night and you start worrying sick

"jun, there's no way you're okay! your head is steaming hot and you have the chills!"

"don't worry about me, just come hereee, baby"

"jun."

"fine."

you get some rags and some ice water with some alcohol in it to press against his forehead and neck

at the end of the night, as he's slowly falling asleep, he turns to look at you

he moves his hand to caress your cheek "thanks for taking care of me, y/n. this means the world to me."

"of course. be more careful of your health next time, though. but if not, i'll still be here to care for you, okay?"

he moves his hand to be behind your neck, and he pulls you into a quick kiss, giggling to himself as he falls asleep

you end up becoming sick too, but it's fine. you both will end up taking care of each other until you're better 🤍

STREAM PSYCHO BY JUN!!!

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heartsfromia · 11 months

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while i still love you — w. junhui

pairing: non-idol! junhui x f!reader

word count: 5,695

genre: angst, established relationship

warnings: major character death, cursing

author's notes: i apologize in advance, please put down your metaphorical pitch forks T__T also, i realized during writing this that i have a hard time writing angst so don't expect a lot of angst from me T________T

Something was wrong, and you hadn't a clue what it was.

Was it the oddly high humidity in your room, causing you to wake up in a pool of your own sweat? Or was that your boyfriend, Junhui, hadn't replied to your text since yesterday afternoon? Which you thought was odd because even if there wasn't nothing to continue the conversation, Jun would usually send an emoji (specifically the cat smirking emoji), if not, a meme of some sort—he never wanted you to be left on read.

Your concern was obvious, evident in your furrowed brows and slightly pouted lips as you stared at your text messages with Jun, the last text sent around 2PM yesterday and it hasn't even been read yet by your boyfriend. Minghao, the mutual friend between you and your boyfriend, stared at you in confusion, absentmindedly eating his food as the two of you were seated in the campus cafeteria.

"What's wrong with you?" Minghao asked, shoving his now empty plate to the side.

"Jun," you muttered, resting your chin on the table to exaggerate your obvious despair from not being contacted by your boyfriend.

"Maybe he's busy with prepping for his internship," he tried to reason, but you only released a heavy sigh, your shoulders rising and falling dramatically. "You guys are okay, though, right? Have you guys got a plan when he graduates next semester?"

Your head lifted, eyes bright. “We’ve talked about it, and if all works out, then we’ll most likely still be together. Jun and I haven’t discussed on serious terms, but so far, we’re both willing to commit to the relationship.” Minghao mirrored your smile, relieved that his two friends are still riding strong on the relationship.

Yeah, we’ll work it out, you thought, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling at the back of your head, urging you to see the red flags you weren’t aware were being waved in front of you. You couldn’t pinpoint why you were feeling uneasy when talking about your relationship, but you didn’t want to worry or have Minghao meddle in with your business—he’s always been understanding as an outside observer, and he knew you never liked it when people made opinions about your relationship. So despite noticing the crease between your eyebrows and the way you absentmindedly chewed at a hang nail anxiously, he didn’t ask. He knew you wouldn’t answer.

Nevertheless, you continued to ignore it. As you drive back to your apartment, rain began pouring from the dark sky, the heavy drops of water blurring your windshield as you maneuvered through the chaos carefully, breathing a sigh of relief when parked in front of your building. You hurried up to your apartment, hair strands sticking to your skin when you spotted Jun seated by your door, staring blankly at the space in front of him.

“Jun?” You called out, but he didn’t seem to hear. You stepped closer, a smile pulled at your lips before you utter his name again, softer, “Jun?”

His head shoots up, eyes wide in surprise before it softens at the sight of you and then… darkens? Why was he glaring at you all of a sudden?

You dismissed the thought, asking, “How long were you waiting for?” He didn’t answer your question, pushing himself up and taking a step back to keep his distance from you as he looked down on you—literally, and figuratively. “W-what’s wrong?”

“Y/N,” he finally speaks, his voice low and stern—a tone you had never heard from him, and it caused a chill to run up your spine. Please, please, you begged in your heart, please don’t let the uneasy feeling come true.

“Yes?” You tried to hide the shakiness in your voice, but you failed.

“We need to talk.” The air felt tight around you, whatever bad feeling you had earlier were now showing its light, mocking you for ignoring them when you should’ve said something, anything. With his tone and his stance, you knew that what he wanted to talk about had nothing with the future you hoped for, how after he graduated, he’d wait for you, work a steady paying job, and maybe, when the time feels right, he’d propose. He’d express his never-ending devotion towards you, how he can only ever envision a future with you, that he loves you.

Everything in this very moment were pointing in the opposite direction of everything you’d hoped for.

“Do you want tea? It’s raining—”

“I won’t be here long.” Jun struck you down, his tone colder than the chilling rain. He stayed standing close the door, as if when the moment is given, he has an escape out. You kept your distance, though, despite everything in you urging you to reach for him—if it’s going where you think it’s going, then shouldn’t you hold onto for the last time?

“What… what is it you want to talk about, Jun?” You asked, the corners of your lips tilted upwards in a wry smile, trying to cover up the fact that you’re slowly crumbling inside.

You watch his jaw clench, and unclench, huffing through his noise as he closed his eyes for brief second. When they opened, it was as if a light had been switched—what was dim earlier, had now flickered to black and Jun’s entire demeanor darkened as he stared at you. “Let’s end it here, Y/N.”

You blinked. Then, you blinked again, and again, confused. Your mouth opened, then closed, eyes flickering from Jun’s face to his hands to all around your grey-washed apartment. Why was everything feeling so much duller? Where did everything go wrong? “Why?”

“How long have we been dating, Y/N?” He asked, raising a sharp brow towards you, but nothing else changed. Everything was cold.

“A year…”

“Exactly,” he uttered with a shrug, “I’m done.”

The look of anxiousness had shifted to confusion after his statement. “What do you mean?”

“Did you seriously never realize?” He asked, the corner of his lip twitched upwards, his tone condescending. You shook your head, the bile rising in your throat as you watched him scoff at you, his eyes glaring back at you as if you were a joke to him. “It was all just a bet, Y/N. I was given a year to be with you, and now the deal’s done, it’s over.”

You hadn’t crumbled yet. You were a car window, and Jun was the rock, lodged in you, but you felt the slightest touch against all you were trying to keep together, you would collapse into millions of pieces.

You hoped that touch would never come.

“I—” You choked, pursing your lips to keep from whimpering. A hand combed through your hair in frustration as you tried to compose yourself, to try to keep yourself together to at least get an explanation out of him. But what explanation would you need when what he said had said it all—that he never loved, that all of it wasn’t real.

“S-so when you said you loved me?” You asked, staring back at him with glossy eyes, the tears piling at the brim and threatening to fall.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jun whispered, his head resting against your stomach as the two of you lied on the grass, staring up at the cloudless night sky, a bit drunk from the cheap wine you bought. “I love you, Y/N, to the stars and back.”

You smiled at the sky, your stomach rumbling in a fit of giggles, drunk off of the wine and his love. “I love you, too, Jun, to the moon and back. Ha! I’m further than you.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes, “Only you would make loving each other a competition.”

“What was that, Jun?” You asked, anger slowly seeping into your veins and traveling to drown your heart and soul as you glared at him, waiting for his response.

He only stares at you blankly, void of the love and care that once adorned his smile, his eyes, and his words. His shoulders rose, then dropped, a sigh leaving his lips. “I was only pretending.”

And that was all it took for you to collapse—your heart, mind and soul, all shattering into millions of pieces, falling apart right in front of him and all he does is walk away, leaving you there to pick up the pieces alone.

Heavy, angry knocks echoed throughout Jun’s apartment, waking him up from his slumber. Grabbing his phone, he tapped the screen and eyes practically bulged out of his eyes. Who was knocking like a maniac at 4 in the damn morning? Jun drug his feet against the floor, rubbing the sleep from his eyes to see who was disturbing him at an ungodly hour. His eyes peeked through the peephole, and his eyes widened, spotting a seething Minghao on the other side.

Shit, Y/N must’ve told him.

His hand flew to smack his forehead gently, afraid that if he was too loud then Minghao would realize he was home, awake and in front of the door.

It’s been less than three hours since he broke things off with you, and even though he never did show it then, he, too, was in shambles.

He never wanted to end things, but…

“Open the fucking door, Jun, I know you’re there!” Minghao, who was almost always calm and collected, never one to raise his voice, had his voice booming throughout the hallway, practically shaking the walls as his fist pounded against the door. Inhaling a deep breath, Jun tried to calm his racing heart—who knows what Minghao could do once the door opens, he cares about you as much as Jun does.

“If you’re going to punch me, save your energy and leave, Hao,” he called out, keeping his voice level despite his heart aching. He already had to lie to the person he loved, now he has to lie to one of his closest friends. It felt like torture.

“Open the fucking door, Jun.” Exhaling a heavy breath, Jun took his time to unlock his door. The second the door opened barely an inch, Minghao kicked it open, taking Jun aback as he stumbled, only to almost fall when Minghao shoved his shoulders aggressively back. Jun backed into the wall, and only then, with Minghao seething in front of him, did he see the damage that he had done. Eyes red with anger, Jun’s collar crumpled in his fists as his jaw clenches and unclenches—Jun had not only hurt you, but Minghao—his best friend—as well.

“How could do that to her, Jun?” Minghao seethed, pulling Jun and slamming him back against the wall. Minghao’s fist clenched harder onto his shirt, the anger was mixed with confusion. “Why is it that she called me fucking crying, and telling me that everything was fake?”

Jun stayed silent. He couldn’t find it in him to put up a fight, only because he felt that he didn’t have the right to do so—he hurt you, and he hurt Minghao, for what? He justified his actions as an act to protect the two of you.

But he still needed keep on the act—the only way to make things easier at the end is if everyone around him hated him enough.

“Since when did you become such an asshole?”

“I’m a great pretender, if you didn’t realize, Hao.” A strong thud echoed throughout the apartment as Minghao’s fist landed against Jun’s left cheek, throbbing immediately after as it glows red. A heavy silence hung in the air, tension lingering so thick in the air, Jun found it difficult to breathe in that moment. He knew this was going to happen, that you’d confide with Minghao, and he’d look for Jun. You were never one for violence, but Minghao was, and if you weren’t going to be angry at Jun, then he’ll deliver the message for you.

“You made her cry, Jun,” Minghao fumed, eyes wide in anger and glossed over. “You made her cry, you played her, and you broke her fucking heart—how could you do, Jun? What is wrong with you?!”

“So, she told you everything?” Jun asked, his tone didn’t waiver a bit. He didn’t want to show Minghao that the break up affected him as well, he didn’t want to come off as if the decision was hard to make, that he regrets it. That would foil his plan.

“Obviously, you dipshit.”

Jun’s jaw clenched, turning away from his best friend as he asks, “Does she hate me?”

“What do you think, Jun? You disappear, appear at her front door to break up with her because it was apparently all a fucking bet?” Minghao didn’t expect to get a call from you late at night, barely able to get a word out as you were a blubbering mess from the tears and heartache. He found you on the floor, the door to your apartment unlocked because you never bothered to get up from where Jun had left you to pick up the pieces he carelessly shattered.

You told him everything that happened earlier in the day, while the rain continued to pound against your windows, no lights were turned on and you could barely get yourself up, too weak, too much in pain to even stand.

”I just don’t get it, Hao,” he remembered you wept, the bile rising up your throat. “We were fine what happened?”

“A year, Jun. You and Y/N were together for a damn year,” he reiterated, shoving a finger in his face as he seethed. “How could you let it get this far, huh? How could be with her, let her fall in love with you, knowing that it was all fake?”

Jun stayed silent. He couldn’t defend himself—he had no defense. He knew that if he said anything, he would break, he’d confess everything and all his efforts would be in vain. He couldn’t allow that, so he bit his tongue.

“Did you even love her, Jun?” Minghao asked, brows furrowed in frustration. “Even for the briefest moment, did you love her?”

I still do, his heart echoed, clenching his fist as his jaw locked. If Minghao never confronted him, maybe he’d be able to keep himself up, keep this act going on without having to utter another lie. Everything he told you was enough, it was all he could handle, he didn’t want anymore piling on.

“No, Hao,” he lied, “I never did.”

He rubbed his face, hoping it’d calm the anger that was present beneath his skin, corrupting his brain to hurt Jun as much as he had hurt you. “Fine. Can I, at least ask—as your friend and as hers—why, Jun? She’s too hurt to face at this point, so the least you could do is explain it to me since you can’t explain it to her.”

“There’s nothing to explain.” This was a lie.

“Bullshit,” Minghao spat. “You expect me to believe that not even for one second that you didn’t love her? That you didn’t feel any remorse knowing how it would’ve ended? Really, Jun? Do you think I was born last night?

“You played her for a year, Jun. And because you hurt her, you’ve hurt me to as someone that has been there for both of you since the beginning.”

“I’m sorry, Hao.” This wasn’t a lie. It was the first crack in Jun, and if he doesn’t push Minghao away, he’ll break entirely.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to, Jun,” he sneered. “Y/N told me that you weren’t responding to her texts, and when I asked a bunch of your friends, you were supposed to be meeting with them, but you didn’t show, so tell me, Jun—” Minghao’s hovered closer to his face, voice threatening as his brow rose, “—was the bet a lie to cover up the fact that you’re cheating on Y/N?”

“Are you serious? You’re accusing me of that?” Jun scoffed, rolling his eyes in disbelief. “I might be the biggest asshole in the room right now, but I’d never stoop as low to cheat on anyone. Especially Y/N.”

“Especially? Does that mean she’s special to you?” A suspicious brow was raised in his direction as Minghao continued to egg him on. “I thought you said you never loved her, you don’t care to hurt her, why would it matter if you cheated?”

“It matters, Hao, I’d never cheat on anyone.”

“Okay, so where did you go?”

“I can’t tell you.”

A dry laugh slipped past Minghao’s slips, lips curled up in disbelief at the words Jun had just uttered. “You can’t tell me? We’ve been friends for over three years, Jun and you’d always confide with me about anything—Y/N, class, the most random things. And yet, you’ve changed so fucking much, what the hell happened that made you lose your trust in me?”

“I can’t tell you, Hao.”

“You can’t or you won’t, Jun?” he challenged, “because there’s a clear difference between the two, but either way, there is a reason, isn’t there? It’s not a bet, that’s why you “can’t” tell me? Because the Jun I know would never fucking do this, he would never hurt Y/N the way you are right now.

“He would never hurt the girl he told he’d loved to the stars and back.”

That was it. That was the trigger that shot the bullet into Jun’s shield—the shield he kept up, hoping it would protect him from breaking his act, and allowing for everything to spill out into the open. Jun shot Minghao a glare before he took large strides to his room to retrieve a report, shoving the paper into his friend’s chest.

“There, you want to know what’s going on? Read that.”

Jun watched Minghao as he read the report, eyes focused on what was written and brows pulled together, his expression darkening the farther he read.

“W-when was this?” Minghao asked, lifting the report.

“Yesterday,” Jun answered, “I was having a lot of painful headaches and decided to go to the hospital for some pills, but I got that—” he gestured to the sheet of paper, almost bitter that it existed, “—instead.”

“This still doesn’t explain why you’d lie to Y/N, Jun.”

“I need her to hate me, Hao, I can’t—” He inhaled a shaky breath, eyes stinging. “If the worst case happens, then it’d be easier for her to move on if she hates me.”

“That’s such a stupid conclusion, what do you mean you need her to hate you?” Hao criticized, tossing the paper to the ground. “You have cancer, Jun. You’re sick, and instead of telling Y/N the truth, you chose to lie and hurt her, and you’re here trying to justify it as if you’re doing it for her sake?”

“I don’t want her to be with me and anxiously wait for when the time comes, Hao, that’s killing her slowly, as much as the cancer is killing me right now,” he protested, “I cannot have her be with me, and be on edge the entire time.”

An exasperated sigh escaped Minghao’s lips as his fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

“You can’t tell her.” Minghao’s neck almost snapped at Jun’s demand.

“What do you mean I can’t tell her? She needs to know.”

“Promise me you won’t tell her, Hao!” Jun demanded, his tone raised an octave higher—higher than it was during this entire conversation, causing Minghao to take a step back in shock. “You can’t tell her. I don’t want her to worry about me.”

Hao’s eyes flickered all over Jun’s face. “When does your treatment start?”

“Next week.”

“Is there a chance you can survive this?” According to the report, they caught onto it early, and if Jun is willing to cooperate, treatment could shrink the tumor and prevent any chances of it worsening.

“Yes, there’s a chance.”

A pregnant pause. Jun watched anxiously as Minghao processed everything before he looked up, locking eyes with his best friend, tears collected at the brim of his eyes. “I won’t tell her. I promise, but promise me, Jun—” he placed a hand on his shoulder, the tears falling, “—you’ll get through this.”

“I promise.”

—5 months later.

“Hey, Y/N, do you want to grab dinner tonight? A celebration dinner for the end of finals?”

“I’d love to Seokmin,” you grinned, the smile that appeared on your lips stretched upwards at the sight of him.

He mirrored your grin, eyes turned to crescent moons. “Great, I’ll pick you up at six? Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you tonight.” He nodded, spotting his friend over your shoulder before bidding goodbye. You watched his back with a faint smile on your lips, before a sigh escaped and you turned to walk to your car. You liked Seokmin, he was patient and sweet, and was aware of your past relationship with Jun, but you couldn’t feel that connection—you didn’t react to his touch the way you should’ve, his invite to dinner didn’t feel special, it felt like a regular hangout between classmates.

You hated the hollow feeling that Jun had left behind. He’d broken your heart, and instead of leaving it on the floor, he kept it with him, the spot that was once filled, still void even after all these months.

Jun was busy with his internship, and so for the past few months, you were lucky enough to not have to run into him anymore. It made it easier to forget about him—out of sight, out of mind, but unfortunately, even he was out of sight, he’s been occupying your mind since that night.

The days that followed the break up felt like hell for you. A part of you was ripped open, torn apart and you were left alone for hours, crying until your throat was raw and your eyes could barely open from how puffy they were. You couldn’t bring yourself to move from where he left you, you crouched and hugged yourself, cried your heart out before you were able to muster any bit of strength to call Minghao. You shouldn’t be left alone, you realized that.

The anger you could feel radiate off of your best friend, you knew that when you were fast asleep, he’d run off to where Jun was and teach him a lesson. You woke up the next morning in a panic, afraid that you missed a call from Minghao from the police station, but woke up to nothing but a sore throat and swollen eyes. Minghao didn’t seem as angry as he did when you saw him later in class. You remember asking him if he ran off to Jun to beat him up, but he shook his head, uttering some excuse you couldn’t remember before cutting the conversation off completely. It was odd, but you were too much in your feels to really care that time so you brushed it off.

You hadn’t heard from Jun since that day; you blocked his number, blocked everything about him, and focused on getting yourself together. There was nothing worse than letting yourself crumble over a guy that never loved you in the first place. The bet made you believe that.

Now, you were better—if you exclude the fact you couldn’t open your heart to anyone. You don’t cry yourself to sleep, you don’t catch yourself in a daze, thinking of the what if’s of what could’ve been if you were smarter, more carefully, and didn’t fall for his sweet smile, and bright eyes. If you didn’t get caught in the rain with him by the bus stop a year ago, allowing for the two of you to get to know each other as you waited for the rain to stop. If you didn’t kiss him that morning when he was about to leave your apartment after staying over since he got locked out by his roommates.

“I’m better.” You would often find yourself saying when you get caught in your thoughts. You were better than Jun because you wouldn’t have done this to him—you wouldn’t have allowed yourself to keep a relationship based off of a lie going for so long.

You are better than him.

The thought echoes in your head as you get ready for the dinner, the time was forty-five minutes before when Seokmin promised to pick you up. As you clasped the chain of your necklace, knocks sounded at your door and your brows furrowed, eyes glancing at your phone. He was early, there was still twenty minutes left.

Walking towards the door, you swung it open to find a frantic Minghao, hair a mess and in a hoodie and sweatpants, seemingly out of breath.

“Hao, what’s wrong?”

“Come with me, Y/N, it’s an emergency,” he rushed out in a panic.

“What? Where?”

“The hospital?”

Your eyes widened. “Why? Who’s at the hospital?”

Minghao spared you a glance filled with guilt as he uttered, “Jun."

The steady beat of his heart echoed in the hospital room, wires strewn all across his body, on his arms, over his mouth, over his heart. Tears welled up in your eyes at the sight, the only semblance of peace you could find in this situation was his steady breath as it fogged up his oxygen mask.

“He has cancer, Y/N.”

A whimper escaped your lips, a hand clasped over your mouth to stay quiet. He’s been sick all this time, and you’re only finding out now. Anger fueled your veins at that second, and exited the room, finding Minghao seated by the door with his face in his hands. “How long did you know?”

Minghao stood. “Y/N—”

“How long did you know, Minghao?” You pressed, your teeth clenched as you fumed. “How long did you know he was sick, and why didn’t you tell me?”

His head dropped, focused on his fidgeting fingers as he uttered, “The night after he broke up with you.” A gasp of disbelief escaped your lips, and you had to reach for the wall to prevent yourself from collapsing.

“You knew all this time? And you didn’t tell me?”

“I couldn’t, Y/N, I promised him I wouldn’t,” he mumbled, knowing well enough how stupid it was. “I couldn’t break the promise.”

You scoffed, a crease formed between your eyebrows as you stared at him. “If you promise to not eat your friend’s pizza, then that’s understandable if you couldn’t break it—this isn’t a fucking pizza, this is Jun and he is sick! Did you not think to tell me? Did that idea ever cross your mind?”

“It did, Y/N, but Jun—”

“Is this why he broke up with me? Was it a lie?” Minghao was silenced, afraid to look at you as his head slowly nodded, and when you thought you were finally better, you felt yourself crumble once again—for the same guy, for the same reasons. Because Jun lied.

“He wanted to tell you when he got better, Y/N, you have to believe me,” Minghao pleaded.

“Is he?” you asked, “is he getting better?”

It felt like your world had completely been brought to ruins the second Minghao shook his head, uttering, “He’s gotten worse.”

For the past five months, it had been a back and forth from the hospital, then back home. The long hours, the pain, the headaches, the sleep and weight he'd loss in the past few months had become a constant routine, and no matter how long it has been, he has yet to get used to it. He couldn't protest though, despite all of it, he still cooperated, he stayed resilient, he was adamant on getting better. Getting better physically, and mentally, all because he wanted to return back to you.

Jun was grateful that he told Minghao in the long run, he knew his sanity would thin if he were to go through this alone. Hao kept his promise to him as well, which he was relieved to know he didn't regret telling him. But it still had its cost. Minghao would be there during treatments, hospital visits, everything, and Jun noticed how much of a toll it was on his best friend, guilt clouding his mind whenever he found Minghao asleep on the stiff hospital chairs, or the dark circles around his eyes as he slaves over an assignment he brought to the hospital.

Jun would often find himself thinking if it were you there. Holding his hands as you waited for the call into treatment, wiping the tears from his cheeks when he feels too overwhelmed by the pain, staying his side throughout the entire process—being his anchor that keeps him steady during the storm.

He wanted it to be a miracle, that having you be the reason he kept going, that the universe would grant it.

It was wishful thinking, and despite the treatments, it had spread further. Before he knew it, his immune was failing, the cells weren’t reacting to the treatment and he has been bedridden for the past three days.

The steady beat of his EKG rang through his ears as he awoke; the familiar scent of medicine, and the fluorescent lights reminded him of where he was, where he had always been, where he will stay. However, an unfamiliar warmth encompassed his hand, the soft and tenderness of what enveloped his fingertips caused his brows to knit together, turning his head to where he felt it.

You were there; head rested against the bed and hand gripped loosely onto Jun’s. Amidst the noise of the beeping, the air conditioning, and steps of nurses and doctors running around outside the room, he could hear your steady breathing as you continue your slumber. Your fingers twitched in his hands, and he instinctively squeezed your hand, the action causing you to stir awake.

“Jun…” You rubbed your eyes with the back of your hand, blinking away the exhaustion that took over you earlier. “You’re awake.”

A tight smile adorned his lips, and although he was trying his best to look strong, his eyes spoke a different story. “Hey, Y/N. I’m guessing Minghao brought you here?” You only nodded.

You wanted to be angry. You had this entire rant prepared while he was sleeping, a rant filled with questions of why would he lie? Why would he keep this from you? Why is it that she was the only one to not know? Why, why, why? But all that anger simmered when you fell asleep clasping his hand, and all that pent up frustration disintegrated when seeing him awake and up close—tired, dark circles and hollow cheeks.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Y/N, I thought… I thought I’d get better,” he uttered, words caught in his throat as tears stung in his eyes. “I was hoping to meet you again when I was well…”

Tears stung in yours as you glared at him, lips pouted and shaking as your brows knitted together. “You’re an idiot,” you managed to utter, the bile in your throat causing your words to crack. Jun couldn’t help but smile, his heart imploding from how much missed you, missed your touch. Pulling you up, he scooted over on the bed, giving you space to lie beside him, hands intertwined as you rest your cheek against his shoulder.

“When did you find out?” You asked, eyes closed as you listened to his heartbeat.

“The day before I broke up with you,” he began, inhaling a deep breath, “I was having a lot of really bad headaches, and decided to go to the hospital to see what was happening… I got diagnosed, but they told me it was detected early, so there was a high chance of treating it, but… but it worsened.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I truly tried to get better.” You lifted yourself, brows furrowed as you found Jun teary-eyed.

“You don’t have to apologize for trying, Jun, some things are out of your control.” Fully sitting up now, your expression shifted to that of confusion, “Why didn’t you just tell me? Why would you hurt yourself more by suffering on your own? Why—” Your voice came out as a whisper, “—why did you let me hate you all this time?”

“I thought if you hated me, then it would be easier to let me go if… if I failed…”

“Oh, Jun…” You held onto his hands, a pained smile etched on your lips as the crease between your eyebrows deepened. “I can never understand your thought process, and no offense—” you chuckled lightly, causing the corner of his lips to quirk up slightly, “—that’s the dumbest assumption you’ve ever had.

“I would much rather let you go, while I still love you, than hate you… You should’ve known that.”

You reached over, swiping at the tear that escaped his eyes. “Y/N, I’m sorry for all the pain that I caused you—I never stopped loving you, I wished I’d thought things through rather than make irrational decisions, but… but I’m grateful that to this day, my love for you never changed… And when the time comes, I’m grateful to have loved you to my last breath.”

“Not when, if,” you corrected, “keep trying, Jun… Please. If the worst case scenario happens, don’t hate yourself because you failed. Don’t call yourself weak, don’t call yourself a failure or a burden.

“You’re strong to have faced this all this time, and you should be proud that you kept fighting.” He smiled, squeezing your hands. “But please… Keep fighting, alright? Not for me, but for yourself. Can you do that?”

Jun was silent for a second, hesitant to answer, but when he felt your hands squeeze his, he nodded. “Yes, Y/N. I promise.”

His promise couldn’t be kept, and later that week, he passed away while surrounded by you, Minghao, and his family. Although you were angry at the world for taking him a breath too quick, you felt a sense of relief, knowing that he left the world while being surrounded by people he loved—that you were able to have a last goodbye, hand-in-hand, while you still loved him.

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a/n. if you follow me for a while you might have noticed i enjoy reading. to be honest i do adore japanese literature – whether it’s psychological, romance or “just a novel”. i feel like their way of writing is so… fresh? so tender? i can’t put it in words but the style is just so relaxing to read (maybe it’s because of the grammar? whilst translating it might lose its originality as well but i do believe it’s partly because of that). but speaking of chineese literature i just bought one book (yup that also inspired me to write this) so i'm wondering if it will feel different than japanese or korean (i hope you get what i mean?? like i cant explain it properly lmao)

(sorry for rambling i could go for hours when it comes to books ㅠㅠ )

“hi baby!” jun’s voice welcomed you the second you opened the door.

“hi junnie!” you greeted him back, taking off your shoes quickly.

“are you hungry?” he asks and just now you notice the rummage of cutlery and amazing smell of chinese food. your mouth watered and before you could answer, your stomach did. jun’s laugh erupted from the kitchen and you rushed to him.

“yes, a bit! how was your day?” you ask and hug him from behind, hands wrapping around his waist. you place a quick kiss on his cheek and he melts into your touch.

“pretty boring without you” jun sighed dramatically “but as you see i prepared some food, cleaned up our place and read a book. and went on a walk”

“oh!” there’s a gasp that escapes your lips and to jun’s disappointment, your hands leave his waist because you go back to the hall “speaking about books…”

your boyfriend puts the food on the plates and then places them on the table. he watches you with the corner of his eye, as you rummage through your bag, and fixes the flowers he bought today.

you hum happily, walking up to the table. jun already sat down so you slide the book next to him. he doesn’t even read the title – his soft, loving gaze is focused on you. and you are too busy babbling to notice that.

“i bought this one kind of spontaneously. the title caught my attention and then the description said it’s poetry. but then i noticed it’s by a chinese author! then i did some research and found out there's another version of the book... like, there's english translation and next to it there's the original written in chinese! and... i thought about you, of course” you explain and jun’s smile grows wider with every word you say.

you sit down and tilt your head, finally meeting his gaze.

“did you hear about this book? the description also said it had a huge influence in poetry so i was curious if that’s true or if they just wrote it to make people buy it” you ask and notice a small bouquet of your favourite flowers in a vase. you grin at the sight and before you can say something about them, jun grabs the book in his one hand and reads the back.

“i did hear about it. i didn’t read it, unfortunately” he hums and reads the description. your book taste never fails to amaze him – one day you’re reading teeth rotting fluff, the other bloody murder mysteries… and the other chinese poetry.

“you did? oh wow so they didn’t lie!” you coo, intrigued. you don’t know why this surprised you – maybe because the nowadays big books that everyone hears about are just… the titles you hear for the first time.

“but i see you bought the chinese-english one?” jun asks and looks at the cover. you blush and scratch your head.

"well i was intrigued and i thought that maybe this way we could read this together? yeah, but i had to go to the bookstore that was literally across the town..." you mumbled

jun hands the book to you and you nod, putting it back in a safe place. his eyes linger on you, mind trying to gather words. your thought process whilst buying this book amazed him, heart beating a little too fast. and the effort you put in just to get the bilingual version...? his mind and heart were racing fueled by the love he has for you.

“you bought flowers” you murmur, blood rushing to your cheeks and that's what brings him back to reality.

“mhm. i saw them on a walk and they reminded me of you” jun grabs your hand and sends you the sweetest smile possible. "and yes, i'd love to read it with you"

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search for clues || w.jh

member | stoner shaggy!jun x velma!gn reader + high sex genre | smut, humor word count | ~1,700 warnings | marijuana use (smoking with a pipe), shotgunning, soft dom!jun, cockwarming (barely), oral (m receiving), implied oral (reader receiving), jun has a cat pipe this is canon, blond jun notes | lowercase intended, implied established relationship, both jun and reader have smoked before, scooby doo related shenanigans. reader is completely gender neutral, no mentions of anatomy, but they wear a skirt & wig. enjoy! - 💒 disclaimer | this story is a work of fiction. both jun and reader are portrayed as consenting adults above the age of 21. always make sure your partner is someone you trust and have talked with beforehand while sober. i wrote this based off my own personal experiences with marijuana, so keep in mind not everyone will experience the same feelings. remember to practice safe, consensual sex as well as safe recreational weed use!

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“do you think scooby doo ever smoked with shaggy?”

you shove jun, giggling. “he’s a dog, dumbass!”

“who says dogs can’t smoke?”

"uh, everybody?"

you’d been proud of the way your matching costume had turned out. you spent weeks looking through malls and thrift shops for the perfect orange skirt and sweater, and the brown wig you’d ordered online had been thoroughly trimmed and combed out to look like velma.

but when you’d gotten to the party, the first thing wonwoo had done was laugh, pointing out the irony in jun’s costume. “everybody knows shaggy’s a stoner,” he grinned.

so when you’d left the party and taken an uber back to jun’s place, he’d immediately pulled out his stash so you could “get high with scooby doo”, as if it were some lifelong dream of yours. but after a couple hits when you found yourself sitting on jun’s couch, slowly grinding against him and sneaking bites of halloween candy in between drags from his pipe, you decided this hadn’t been such a bad idea after all. especially after he playfully suggested cockwarming, too.

your wig and chunky glasses frames lay long abandoned on the floor as you slowly start to sink down onto his cock. he clutches his favorite pipe in one hand, the black one shaped like a cat, and you whimper at the pressure, sighing when he finally bottoms out inside you.

he gives you a minute to adjust, and you take the glass pipe from his hands for another hit, blinking slowly as you wrap your lips around the end. you inhale, sweet smoke filling your lungs as you hold the breath in before pushing it out.

“what’s that thing she says? jeepers?” jun asks, reaching for a twizzler from the bag on the side table. his cock pulses inside you as he adjusts his lap and you whine, every sense somehow both heightened and diminished at the same time.

“no, it’s… jinkies,” you say after a long pause.

time always moves slower when you smoke, the world crawling by before your eyes. everything else seems to fade until you forget if you’ve actually said the words out loud or just in your head.

“what–” he shifts on the couch, “–what do i say?”

“mmm, i dunno,” you sigh, your head filling with a warm fuzz that makes you forget what you’re talking about. jun’s living room is so nice, you notice. you’re acutely aware of the texture of the couch beneath your shin as you straddle jun’s lap, your skirt bunching up around your thighs.

it’s pitch black outside, the quiet hours of the night a stark contrast from the party you came back from. you feel your eyes start to glaze over as you stare off into the distance outside the window, focusing on the neighbor’s halloween decorations outside. the glow of the orange lights is so mesmerizing, and–

“zoinks!”

you drag your gaze back over to him. “huh?”

“shaggy says ‘zoinks’ and velma says ‘jinkies’,” jun grins, proud of himself for remembering.

you think for a minute. "which one says, 'let's search for clues'?"

"the hot one," he answers, his faraway gaze fixated on your chest.

you look down at where he’s staring, then take the rest of his twizzler and put it in your mouth instead. "the blond guy?" you ask, chewing.

your mouth feels fuzzy as you savor the sweet taste, carefully focusing on the sensation so you don't accidentally bite your tongue.

"hey. i'm a blond guy," jun says after a while, as if the realization just hit him.

his words pull you out of your haze, lost in thought. "is that a clue? are you gonna– solve the mystery now?" you giggle at your joke, unintentionally clenching around him.

he groans, his hands falling to your waist as he starts to absently rock you back and forth against his hips.

you lean forward and grab onto his shoulders, the pipe still in your hand. “you’re not supposed to move, juniee,” you giggle, pretending to pout.

“but i want to,” he whines and closes his eyes, but his hips still.

“mmm…” you trail off. your hands find themselves tugging on the hem of his shirt, pulling it slowly over his head. your fingers trace his skin, observing the texture, the feel of his body like you’ve never noticed before. the tiny scar on his shoulder, the way his nipples pebble when you run your thumb over them lightly, each soft hair on his strong arms.

you allow yourself to get lost watching his muscles flex as his hands gently take the pipe from you. he flicks his lighter over the bowl to reignite it, taking a long, slow hit from the smooth glass. you feel his hands on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer into a kiss, roughly pressing his lips against yours. he parts his lips and you breathe in, inhaling the sweet smoke from his mouth, feeling a rush in the back of your throat as you hold it in before tilting your head away to exhale.

“feel so good,” you sigh, the cloudy feeling in your mind amplifying as the high starts to settle in. you start to grind on his lap. “want you to fuck me now.”

jun leans his head back against the couch, letting out a low moan. he arches his back, lifting his hips up off the couch to thrust into you. if you were sober, the rhythm would’ve been painfully slow, but you’re so relaxed that it feels just right.

your mind is hazy as he pushes up into you, experiencing every tiny movement a thousand times amplified. you can feel every vein of his thick cock dragging against your walls, and slowly you start to move your hips up and down to match his rhythm.

suddenly you feel cool glass on your skin, and you realize he’s still holding the pipe. you plant your hands on his chest and he mewls, slowing his hips for a second. you reach down to take the pipe from him and, with much effort, set it on the table behind you, making sure it doesn't spill.

your mind starts to drift, and suddenly something else seems more appealing.

you push down on his slim waist, forcing him to stop before you lift yourself off of his lap with shaky legs, the clouds in your head not doing you any favors helping your coordination.

“don’t stop, baby, please, ‘s so good,” he rasps, canting his hips up into the air.

“i wanna suck you off,” you say, enunciating every word carefully.

his lips part in a lazy smile, clearly satisfied at your suggestion.

your legs feel like lead as you hit the floor, but his arms are out to help you down. you feel his glazed eyes watching you as you position yourself at his feet, gently tugging his corduroy pants farther down his legs.

"your dick is so pretty," you sigh absently, resting your hands on his thighs.

you stare at his cock, admiring the pretty veins and the pretty head flushed red and the pretty way it leans against his stomach, waiting for you. your mouth waters at the sight, and you wrap your lips around him, pushing him down your throat eagerly.

"mmph, teeth," he winces, his hand sliding through your hair to pull your head up a little.

"aoury," you mumble around his cock, but you make a conscious effort to keep your teeth from scraping him.

you start to move again, wrapping your free hand around the base of his cock where your mouth can't reach. his grip on your hair tightens and loosens, gently encouraging you.

he lets out a moan, high and breathy, when your hand moves to his balls, tracing the rough skin before cupping them in your hand. his hips buck up into your mouth, your nose pressing against his abdomen.

you can feel him twitching in your throat, and you're acutely aware of the drool collecting at the corners your mouth, saliva pooling around his cock.

"so good, mmh– 'm gonna cum," he groans, his head falling back against the couch.

jun always looks so pretty when he cums, you think, dragging your eyes up to his face to watch him twist in pleasure. his mouth hangs open, and his chest heaves up and down with each deep breath he takes.

you tug your hand up and down along his cock as he whines, and his breath hitches when he finally cums, his release pouring into your mouth with a high-pitched sob. you hold your mouth on him, swirling your tongue around his length until overstimulation starts to set in and he tugs you off of him, panting.

when he finally catches his breath, he helps you stand up before flipping you onto your back on the couch. you shiver as he crouches down to push his face between your legs.

“what do you think, baby?” he says, staring up at you with a mischievous grin. “should i look for more clues?”

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