#jun x reader
SEVENTEEN (PERFORMANCE UNIT) / making out
warning: some implied mature content
other versions:hip hop unit/vocal unit
requested by anonymous.
↣jun
The very moment he saw your flustered expression after that first “can I kiss you?” was the moment he knew that, even three years into your relationship, he would still be asking for your permission before kissing you, just so he could see this same look on your face again.
You’d think you would get used to this after so long, but the way he looked every time he asked – his eyes widened and burning, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed, his focus solely on you – made it difficult to take it for granted.
Although, to be fair, the question was unwarranted sometimes – he’d already have you pinned against the wall, trapped by his chest against yours as one of his hands rested above your head. Still he’d ask, “can I kiss you?” even though kissing was not the only thing either of you wanted to do to each other.
You’d nod, always too breathless to speak, and Jun wouldn’t even try to conceal the pride on his face for having this much of an effect on you. He lived for this. And you could still feel the smirk on his lips when he leaned in to kiss you, always slow and gentle at first, even though his whole body tensed as he tried to restrain himself.
You’d made it clear that he didn’t have to be this careful when it came to kissing you, so he knew it. He knew it and he used it to his advantage, wanting to drive you to your absolute breaking point before he kissed you harder. Before he touched you where you wanted him to. Before he lost control too, groaning softly into your mouth, and finally, breaking the kiss so he could remove his shirt.
The look in your eyes every time he looked back at you again was something that kept him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, angry and frustrated because you weren’t here, next to him, looking at him in this exact same way. By the time he kissed you again, he could no longer do it slowly.
He thrived on seeing you flustered. On seeing – and making you say, loudly – how much you wanted him. He was usually the one who asked if he could kiss you, but he always made sure you were the one who begged for more in the end.
↣hoshi
He was the type who rarely ever had to pull away to breathe. He felt like he didn’t need oxygen when you were here and he could breathe in your scent, taste your lips, and feel your touch. More often than not, the only reason why his lips would leave yours was only so he could kiss your neck instead, leaving a trail of tender, wet kisses down to your shoulders.
He’d never kissed you without smiling; he couldn’t. The feeling of your lips against his alone caused an inexplicable form of euphoria that took over his chest and spread over his entire body – fast and hard and overwhelming. It felt so much like a drug, it should have probably been illegal, and maybe that’s why he refused to let go of you the moment he kissed you.
Because you were someone that Soonyoung struggled to control himself around, it was never just a kiss, really. It would take the two of you half an hour to say goodbye at the end of a date sometimes, all because pulling away and breaking the kiss seemed almost blasphemous.
It didn’t even matter that it was negative degrees outside, and you were both leaning over the center console in his car. The engine would be off and the inside of the car felt very much like the outside – cold and freezing – yet you were burning up as he kissed you, his tongue hot against yours.
He’d keep reaching for you, trying to bring you closer to him, never having enough of your body warmth, of the softness of your skin, of you. He’d have you panting as you responded to his kisses with equal fervor; his touch, his taste, him, all of it was so overwhelming, your head was starting to spin, and yet pulling away seemed more painful.
And when the mundane worries at the back of your head would eventually break up the kiss – you had to be at work six hours from now – the two of you would be a mess. Dizzy, disoriented, and shivering as soon as you pulled away, you’d watch each other for another minute, your cheeks and lungs hurting. You’d have to leave soon, and he was already counting down the minutes until he’d get to kiss you again.
↣the8
He had to be holding you when he kissed you. He didn’t necessarily have to wrap his arms around your waist each time he did – that wasn’t always possible, considering how often he needed to feel your lips against his, even if just for a moment – but he would always be holding your hand, or keeping one of his hands on the side of your face.
Maybe it was a way to remind him that you were real—and that you were here, close enough for him to touch—or maybe he just enjoyed the feeling of your bare skin. Possibly both, as Minghao couldn’t begin to count how many times he’d woken up cursing, because the softness of your lips as he held you tightly against him had all been a dream, and there were still days—sometimes weeks—left until he’d see you again.
Naturally, when you two were alone, his need to feel you under his fingertips intensified – there were two people in this room, but he was determined to make it feel like you were one. Your body would be pressed against his, his hands on the small of your back, sliding underneath your shirt, drawing and erasing patterns on your skin, as he kissed you deeper.
His kisses didn’t necessarily have a lot of force in them, they were more messy, needy and rushed, as Minghao focused on so many things at the same time: the taste of your lips, your shivering spine as he gently pushed your body forwards until you were laying on your back with him hovering above you, and the sound of your breaths as you responded to him, following his rhythm and pulling him closer.
It was usually the soft whimpers that passed your lips that would really bring him over the edge. He’d forget that you only had fifteen minutes before you had to get back to work, and he’d make you forget, too – but he made sure it was worth your while.
↣dino
Not someone who was exceptionally good with his words, Chan poured his entire heart into his kisses. You could feel every bit of warmth inside of his chest as soon as his lips touched yours. Every single unsaid “I miss you” reflected in the way he touched your cheek as the kiss deepened. All of the times he thought of you when he was away and all of the times he typed and deleted text messages for you – always thinking he was coming off too needy and desperate – echoed in his shallow breaths as soon as he felt your touch.
His kisses weren’t just full of everything that he was feeling, they were also long and intimate. He’d bring his lips to yours and lock them there for a moment or two before kissing you properly, with gradually growing force.
Although, truthfully, it didn’t really matter who initiated the kiss. You could kiss him first, not even thinking much of it – a quick peck before he had to leave for practice. And he would take his time before pulling away, his hands finding your waist as he held you close, enjoying the warmth of your soft lips and the way your breaths mixed together when you were so close.
The thing about making out with Chan was, he tended to get far too overwhelmed. And he didn’t want you to see how flushed his face was, so he never let you pull away too far when you were kissing. He’d drag the kisses out until he was familiar with the taste of your mouth, and he would always—always—look like this had been his first kiss when you pulled away.
There would be the biggest grin on his face and he would keep glancing at you, incapable of looking at you for too long without his face getting even warmer. He’d try to say something cool, something to show that he wasn’t as affected by this as he really was, but that would only make his flustered state more obvious.
You’d tease him about it, of course. But Chan, although he was absolutely out of it, was quick on his feet.
“Don’t think I won’t kiss you to shut you up,” he’d say in spite of his rosy cheeks and you’d know you only have to make one more comment for him to bring that threat to life.
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➵ pairing: wen junhui x f!reader
➵ genre: fluff, smut, non-idol established relationship!au with a hint of domesticity
➵ summary: spending the fourth christmas season together as a couple called for new experiences to spice up your relationship.
➵word count:4091
➵ warnings: fingering, cunnilingus (oral fem. receiving), dirty talk with a lotta praise, pet names, daddy kink, orgasm denial sorta?, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex technically (wrap the willy you nilly), cockwarming, use of sex toys, peg jun 2020 !!!
➵ a/n: i blacked out and wrote the majority of this at 4am
“chan, this is not at all what i meant!” you yell into the phone making sure your so called ‘best friend’ heard you loud and clear. the cold weather combatting the steam due to your anger rising the more you look at the items that you collected from the doorstep. “what the hell is all of this?”
“i thought you were supposed to be the kinkier one between the two of us? you should know what everything is,” chan exclaims in pure confusion. on the contrary, he didn’t know why you were suddenly fuming. every day since the first of december, all you’ve been rambling about was how you were supposed to surprise your boyfriend for christmas this year.
you guys were going on four years strong and you didn’t want the spark you two had to start to wither. you left it to the hands of your trusted best friend and chan thought he knew just the trick. “is this your way of telling me that you don’t know how to put on a strap? i’m sure it’s pretty easy, you just take-”
you couldn’t believe your ears. “no, you complete moron,” you exaggerate the last word, in hopes to drill the idiocy into his thick skull as you scatter through said items, laying them out on your bed. “i meant, why do i have it?” to be precise: a dark purple lace lingerie, a vibrator, some lube, and of course, a strap-on.
chan pauses before answering genuinely, “hun, this is how you’re gonna save your relationship.”
and to that, your mouth gapes. “you’ve got to be kidding me.” his answer takes the complete wind out of you, his words making you plop on your bed next your now lovely assortment of presents.
“i don’t know how else you wanted me to help, you guys have been doing just fine,” chan yawns, now putting you on speaker to tune out your complaints. “and if there’s nothing wrong in your everyday life, sprinkle in something new in your sex life.”
you entangle your fingers in between the gaps of the strap and bring it closer, expecting the quality of the leather. “like pegging?”
“look, i have a hunch based on the sexcapades you tell me.” you roll your eyes at his comeback, slightly regretting having him as the only one you tell everything to besides your boyfriend. “it’s at least worth a shot. who knows? maybe jun will actually like it.”
out of all the things you’ve thought of, yes - you have considered exploring more in the bedroom. not that your sex life was bland but the thought of doing something more than your regular routine did excite you. it was just a matter of how jun would react. that’s what makes you so nervous.
you ponder a little longer at chan’s words, weighing in your pros and cons. until finally, you come to a decision. with one last question in mind.
“…why dark purple?”
“i don’t know, hyung is just weird like that.”
it was a shame that jun had to work on christmas eve. presents still needed to be wrapped, cookies to bake, and an ugly fireplace to cover up with decorations. The image of you doing that alone shattered his heart to bits.
by the time he stepped foot on his doorstep, his watch read 12:09am dec. 25 - the beginnings of christmas. he rummaged through his satchel, avoiding the fragile box inside the pocket as he retrieved his keys at the bottom of the bag. upon entering your shared home, he lets out a heavy sigh, admiring how you managed to light up the entire living room at each corner with festive lights and decorations. even putting up his favorite ornaments: christmas themed daddy and mummy pig silver bulbs, a gift originally given by his good friend, minghao.
what started off as a dull christmas eve soon became a joyous christmas morning, replacing the thoughts of work with moments he can spend with you instead. jun prances to the bathroom where he already prepped his pajamas from this morning and began undressing, toothbrush ready in his mouth. all while getting suited up for bed, he almost completely dismisses the thought if you were even awake at this hour, saddening him just a little bit. if he was being honest, he actually wants to give you your present now rather than a few hours from now - he was far too impatient. blame his work for keeping him awake or else he would have the slightest bit of endurance. a final look and a quick wink to himself in the mirror, jun goes off to the bedroom to finally join you in bed.
but what he finds is something far more exciting: you standing next to your shared bed wearing lace pieces that barely cover your body.
jun instinctively closes his eyes, his hands moving up to his face. “ good god, she has no clothes on!” he shrieks, making you jump.
you froze in your spot, laughing at your boyfriend’s remark, knowing that this was his way of loosening you up. despite this being your first time dressing up for such an occasion. you digress back onto the bed, maneuvering so you can go under your covers until a pair of arms stop you.
“where do you think you’re going?” jun’s fingertips draw images on your bare thighs, making his way just a little closer to your desired heat that was already starting to pool through your lace bottoms. “you didn’t let me get a proper look,” his voice goes deeper, placing one of his hands on the small of your back as he hovers over you. his tall frame forcing you to lay back on the soft mattress. “that’s much better,” he shudders in anticipation, eyeing you up and down as he lets his hands wander around the curves of your body that’s now sprawled right in front of him.
you don’t want to admit that chan was right. but the devilish gleam in jun’s eyes ignited a new feeling of shyness andexcitementthat has yet to be explored. you planned tonight yet this was only half of what you prepared and you were already out of focus with his hands all over you. at a loss for words for what your boyfriend will do next.
your body relaxes the longer his touch lingers on your skin. his hands settle on the side of your hips before he crouches down to whisper in your ear. “did you get all dressed up for me, kitten?”
a lump in your throat forms at the new nickname, but you manage to respond with a snarky remark. “no, i’ve been waiting for santa claus to come,” your giggle barely audible.
he chuckles next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. your breath hitches feeling his cold fingers slip inside your lace panties, softly rubbing the spot around your hip bone as his other hand rides up your thin top to cup your breast. bringing himself back up, a smirk forms to match the look in his eyes. “well santa claus isn’t the one looking down at how fucking beautiful you are.”
your mouth gapes, not expecting that kind of your response from your rather bashful boyfriend. but you sure as hell thought it was the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. the anticipation finally dies away when you finally reach out to connect his lips with yours.
the kiss is messy, teeth clashing, your tongues passing by each other to explore each other’s mouths. jun has no idea what’s gotten over him, maybe it was the minimal amount of sleep that’s slipped into his system. his body running on the sudden rush of endorphins that erupted through his body and now, he doesn’t want to stop.
“i mean it,” he says between kisses. “you’re so gorgeous.” situating himself between your legs, his lips travel down your neck, sucking on the soft spot behind your jaw as he eagerly pulls down your panties. you sigh once you feel the sudden cold air hitting your pussy. still untouched, jun licks the new formed purple mark on the skin of your neck before lowering himself to where you needed him the most.
apparently, four years isn’t enough for you to be comfortable opening up to your boyfriend. you keep ankles crossed, attempting to close your legs trapping jun’s fingers on your thighs, causing him to sigh in disappointment. “kitten, how many times do i need to remind you? you don’t have to be shy around daddy.” with the help of his forearms, he prys your legs apart. the wider your legs go, the closer he is to your alluring pussy.
“wait!” you urged, catching jun’s attention with worry. a pout forming on your lips, “this isn’t fair.”
he gives you a puzzled look, instinctively patting the area of his pockets as if he forgot something, only taking him seconds for him to realize what he’s forgotten. you’re right, how silly of jun to not think for himself. for a guy that might be full of himself, he doesn’t want to show off to just anyone. and with a single tug, he swiftly removes his silk pajama shirt, your mouth waters over how toned your boyfriend is - eyeing his happy trail disappearing into his pants.
“you’re already tempting me enough, baby. now be a good girl and open wide for me,” he murmurs, finally sliding a single finger across your folds. a small gesture enough to send your head back. “already this wet for me? must have been so lonely without me today. huh, princess?” he lowers his head back down while his fingers circle around your entrance. “i’m sorry kitten, i’ll make it up to you, i promise. i’ll make you feel good.”
finally leveled with your cunt, he parts your folds to reveal all your sweet parts. keeping one hand ready to enter your hole, jun delivers a nice long lick to your slit, stopping just below your clit. you release a breathy whine, cursing under your breath at the lack of contact. you know what he’s doing, trying to “make things up to you” but you were extra needy today. you needed things to go faster. in this train of events, you’re not the one that needs the prepping for the main dish.
you lend a helping hand, your middle finger circling your clit as your other hand rakes through jun’s hair, pushing him further into your pussy. his growls send vibrations all throughout your lower half, causing you to spread your legs out wider and signal him to start pushing fingers into your entrance. his name leaves your lips as you moan, feeling jun’s tongue go in and out of your throbbing hole, stroking your core. one finger. then two. soon enough, you’re taking three fingers in, jun still lapping at your folds. no matter how used to your body is to his touch, the sound of your juices slapping against jun’s fingers almost humbles you. and it’s so easy for him to find the right spot, he’s able to find it so fast yet you don’t want to give it to him yet. glancing down below, jun is too entranced by your sweet pussy to meet your gaze but the visible tent in his pants catches yours. an evident sign that it was time.
with the hand still interlocked in his hair, you pull him back into a sloppy kiss, running your hands down to palm his erection while tasting your own essence on jun’s lips. “why’d you make me stop, sweet girl? i felt you were close,” his breaths uneven, his fingers still sitting in your pussy, thumb pressing against your clit. he lets out a shaky groan under your touch, freeing his dick from pants and rubbing the tip with your thumb so you could spread his precum up and down his shaft.
“i want to cum with you inside me,” you assert yourself as you begin to sit up, your hands on jun’s shoulders for support as you straddle your knees so your entrance is just above his cock.
it is taking everything in jun’s power not to bust his load right then and there. he’s convinced it’s something in the air intertwined with the magic of the christmas spirit or something of the sort. his sweet little kitten about ready to pounce is a sight he can get used to seeing.
kicking his bottoms off his ankles, jun keeps a hand on your waist as the other wraps your inner thigh from the outside to keep your position. “who am i to say no to my babygirl?”
with those words alone, you melt - sliding your wet pussy down on his cock, fitting in so easily, it’s concerning. jun gasps, throwing his head back, feeling your walls so warm around him, your ass grazing the front of his balls. you wince, dropping your head down as you try to force a smile. as good as it felt, how full you felt, you forget how big jun can get. what he lacks in girth, he definitely makes up in length. so much it makes you gag.
while you adjust, jun distracts you by peppering kisses starting from your forehead, working down to your breasts, carefully removing your last piece of clothing. kisses here, small licks there, leaving small marks across your shoulders and collarbones. his hand moving up from your waist to rub and twist your nipples as he comes back up to lick your outer ear, sending shocks all over your body.
just as you were about to move, you feel jun push you away.
“baby, is that lube inside your dresser?” he raises an eyebrow as he cocks his head to the side in genuine confusion.
you blush a dark crimson when you realize how far you left your dresser open next to your bed, with the lube peaking out, as well as bits of leather from your flimsy strap.
events are happening a little faster than you’d hope - your orgasm still waiting for your release. but knowing the attention span your boyfriend has, his curiosity will last longer than you can hold out a single session. so you might as well ride the waves and take advantage of it while you still have the courage.
“do you want to see what i got you for christmas?” you smirk, your lips delivering a small peck before you reach out your arms to retrieve the unwrapped presents that were hidden away. his eyes lighting up as you pull them out one by one, biting the corner of your lips as you feel his cock twitch between your walls.
“oh? does my baby want to try something on daddy?” he grunts as he winds up to meet your pelvis. “you want to see how far i can take a dick up my ass?” jun’s smirk practically reaches the corner of his eyes as he slowly pulls out, shivering as he hears you whine at the loss of contact.
“y-yes,” you whisper shyly. “i think it’d be fun,” your hands are already stirring to open the container of lube.
jun hums in response, pleasantly amused by this new situation you’ve found yourself in. he places a gentle kiss on your lips to reassure you. “if that’s what makes my kitten happy.”
you feel slightly embarrassed standing in front of your boyfriend. the strap fits nicely around your hips and apparently so does the dildo that is now protruding from your pelvis, not hiding much else. jun on the other hand, looked overjoyed and jittery. like a kid going to the playground for the first time. sitting at the edge of the bed he grabs you by the hips and pulls you closer, trapping your lips as your chests touch. “even like this, you look so enticing,” he says with his lips hovering over yours.
his hands trail from your forearm to your hands. “you won’t be needing this,” jun takes the vibrator from your grasp and waves it in front of you. “at least not on me.” the button clicks causing the small object to move at a steady pace and making contact with the small of your collarbone. you shudder, your body beginning to shiver as it travels down your body, across your already hard nipples, and circling around the area just above your clit before he inserts the vibrator in your leaking cunt.
you fall forward, stopping yourself on jun’s shoulders as you feel the vibrator hit your walls. you watch as jun takes a plentiful amount of lube on his hands to lavishly spread it around your shaft, surprised how at ease jun looks. prepping for this moment, there were a lot of scenarios that you had depicted this would go. none of them picturing jun still very much in control of the situation. you decide not to question it now wasn’t the time to thank him for how grateful you are for him already knowing what to do when your release was slowly catching up to you once again.
with his clean hand, he grabs your wrist to put it up to his mouth. sticking out his tongue, he coats his saliva all around and wets fingers even more as he sucks in both your index and your middle. “all i need is two fingers, baby, okay? i’ll let you know when.”
the moment of truth comes when jun lays his back on the mattress, arms and legs wide open. you nervously trace around his eager hole, pulsating at your touch, accidentally putting both fingers in causing jun to arch his back and shrieking in pain and pleasure.
you panic. “babe, i’m so sorry! i d-“
you feel jun’s thighs shaking but spreads out more in response to your actions, wanting more of what you can give despite the pain. “no no no! it’s fine baby just keep going, you’re doing good.”
gathering up your courage to start again, you begin to pump your fingers in and out - a skill you were used to doing yourself so at least you had confidence in that. mentally taking deep breaths, you relax your body and ease up your fingers. you intently watch how his hole swallows your fingers, wanting to give him more, increasing your speed. each time you feel hin wall squeeze your fingers, you spread them apart farther causing jun to wince and whimper.
your other hand finds itself messaging jun’s balls, a weak spot of his you came to know, while he takes the liberty of stroking his own cock, still propped up against his stomach. but you’re aching, needing something to fill you up. in which you give his cock a long lick from the base of the shaft to the slit, giving the tip a nice suck before popping it out.
he reaches across to grab a handful of your hair, pulling your head back to face him. “god princess, as much as i would love your pretty mouth around my cock, i think we have other matters to attend to,” he groans, continuing to move his other hand up and down. “baby, i’m ready when you are.”
you’re shaking nervously again as you pull your fingers out, stalling by putting extra lube on the material “for extra measure”. gripping jun’s hips, you line yourself just like before - but this time in reverse. your shaft touching the entrance of jun’s puny, swollen hole. your instincts tell you to close your eyes as you enter him. but your mind has you admiring how vulnerable jun looks as he slowly comes undone for you.
a sudden rush of power comes over you. you obviously can’t feel the same sensations he feels, but god can you see it. the gripping of the bedsheets. his quivering legs wrapped around you. biting his lip, covering his face, hand over his mouth to suppress the lewd sounds he’s making. was this what you looked like?
“kitten, please,” jun squeaks trying to buck his hips up as he notices you slowing down your pace. “you’re doing perfectly, please go faster baby, i know you can.” he struggles to come up, meeting your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue licking your bottom lip for entrance in which you willingly give him. as he explores you caven once again, you inch your way deeper into his hole, jun moaning into your mouth as his legs begin to weaken.
maneuvering around your bottom halves, his fingers nudges your clit making you gasp, realizing the vibrations still going on in your cunt. “you’re doing so well, i know you want to cum kitten,” jun says, lips tickling the side of your neck. “i’ll give it to you baby, just do this for daddy,” he kisses your cheek, his touch lingering on your body before he lays back down.
you want to cum so badly and dare you say that you don’t need jun’s help for this one, not this time. jun may be operating the mission but you’re carrying out the plans, you’re the one that gets to watch jun wither away in nothing but ecstasy. and that pools you little cunny to no end.
being considerate of jun’s workplace, you place your hands on the side of his torso, careful not to leave marks on the company’s golden star. giving him bold, deep and fast strokes, making his eyes water. each push causing him to flail his arms and arch his back to let out all his beautiful moans.
on the other hand, you’re tearing up on your own as you feel your pussy swelling up, impatiently waiting for your release to come.
jun hears your silent weeping and starts pumping his shaft. “don’t worry kitten, i’m so close. just a little more for me, right there.” he throws his head back, blinding himself in the blissful sensation.
you pump as fast as you can, not minding how uneven your thrusts are, wanting so badly to finish. from jun’s heavy panting and hissing, you can tell he was close. when your body couldn’t take anymore, with one last jerk up, you let your orgasm spool right out of you. your head down as you watch your thick white cum coat the red carpet underneath you. a mess you can clean up later. looking up, you find jun’s own mess all over his stomach with even some on his chin. out of breath, his eyes find yours and curves his lips into a proud smile.
but gosh are you exhausted. weak in the knees from holding in your orgasm for what seems like hours. you release yourself from your attire, including the merciless machine stuck between your legs, and crawl on top of your bed, collapsing on the pillow and soft cushions.
“are you okay princess?” jun’s voice chimes in your ears, bringing you back to reality. he cups your cheeks while taking your hand to message your inner thighs. “does it hurt anywhere? any cramps? do you want me to run a bath for you?” he gracily pulls your body towards him, forcing you to sit up. “let me clean you up. anything else you need, baby?”
despite how out of breath you are, you manage to speak. “no,” you murmur. “cuddles.” swinging your arms around, jun’s towering frame tropples down back into your embrace with his head on your shoulders.
a nice silence brims the air as you hum a show tune under your breath in combination with jun’s train of compliments along the lines of “you did so good” and “you’re gorgeous”. your eyes begin to falter as the silence draws out, your body slowly drifting numb.
“wait, i want to give you my christmas gift!” jun shoots up from the bed, not bothering to put any clothes on as he runs out of the room. you laugh, covering your face with your duvet as you watch him come back wearing his satchel around his neck with the bag covering his dick.
he wistfully catches the pillow you throw at him and plops on the spot beside you. “close your eyes,” he smiles, jumbling through his work bag.
“i think i’m actually supposed to open the present myself,” you giggle, fully entering your sheets.
“oh also,” jun avoids your gaze. a redness flushing his cheeks as he shyly takes out a small box. “can you hold out your hand?”
