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college fling!jun
WARNINGS: smut, bio!genius jun, clit stimulation, oral (f. receiving), cock riding, a little dom!jun, non-established relationship.
it’s a thursday afternoon, the sort of day where the mood smells like cheap cafeteria food and half-assed desperation, ‘cause exams are coming and no one knows shit. you’re slouched over your bio notes in the library, chewing the end of your pen like it owes you some kind of lamp genie, and then boom—in struts college fling!jun.
college fling!jun, who hates the college lockers so much he straight-up just carries all his books around like some kind of over-prepared, slightly chaotic mule. deadass, his backpack looks ready to burst, and you’re already side-eyeing it, wondering how many goddamn textbooks one man could possibly need.
“you okay there?” he plops down across from you, hair slightly messy, and there’s this little grin playing at his lips. why’s he gotta look so cute when you’re on the brink of a mental breakdown?
“nah, i’m actually about to file for emotional bankruptcy,” you mutter, flipping through your notes like the answers are gonna manifest themselves through sheer panic. “you done with the bio assignment?”
college fling!jun, shy-but-funny, lowkey-genius college fling!jun, tilts his head and smirks. “you need help?”
you blink. “you know bio?”
“do i know bio?” he scoffs, dragging your notebook closer like you personally insulted him. “sit back, y/n.”
next thing you know, he’s rattling off answers about cell division and DNA replication like he’s reading straight outta the textbook, except better, ‘cause he’s throwing in jokes about mitochondria being the “bad bitch” of the cell world. who even is this man?
college fling!jun, who spent half the semester cracking dumb jokes about your prof’s comb-over, suddenly explaining concepts better than the professor himself? unreal.
“wait, wait,” you interrupt, pointing at a diagram. “so, like, the nucleus is just… chilling in the middle, bossing everyone around?”
he grins, leaning in closer, and damn, his perfume smells too good for a guy who looks like he only owns three hoodies. “exactly. it’s like me at a group project—doesn’t do much, but still gets credit.”
“i hate you,” you snort, but you’re laughing anyway, and somehow your brain is actually clicking with the material.
college fling!jun, who makes studying feel like less of a slow, painful death.
later, as you’re packing up, he scratches the back of his neck, looking all shy again, and it’s such a whiplash from confident bio-genius jun that you almost laugh. “uh, so… you wanna grab coffee or something? you know, as a reward for surviving bio?”
you raise an eyebrow. “this isn’t you trying to weasel into my project group again, is it?”
“what? no,” he says, but he’s grinning, and you already know he’s lying.
college fling!jun, who probably would try to scam his way into your group, but makes it so damn endearing you’d let him anyway.
it’s late—like, stupid late. the kinda late where your brain feels like it’s melting into a puddle of useless mush. you and jun are on the floor of your dorm, the carpet rough under your knees, surrounded by markers, cut-out letters, and one very sad excuse for a poster board. everyone else dipped like two hours ago, muttering something about “early classes” and “not wanting to lose brain cells”—like, rude much? but jun stayed.
college fling!jun, who’s now sitting cross-legged with his sleeves pushed up, forearms all veiny as he’s meticulously lining up the title letters.
“you’re actually kinda good at this,” you say, crawling closer on your knees, one hand pushing your hair back as it flops into your face. you’re half-joking, but also… not? like, his focus is insane.
he glances up, smirking. “you doubted me?”
“uh, yeah?” you deadpan, sitting back on your heels. “you’re the guy who brought a backpack full of biology books to a history lecture. forgive me for not immediately trusting your poster skills.”
he snorts, shaking his head as he smooths down a corner of the title. “at least I came prepared.”
“prepared for what? a different class?”
“y/n,” he says, tone mock-serious as he leans back on his hands, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”
that shuts you up for a second. the compliment—casual, like he didn’t just drop it in the middle of a roast session—has you blinking. you recover quick, though, because if college fling!jun is good at anything, it’s teasing, and you’re not about to let him have the upper hand.
“yeah, yeah,” you say, waving him off as you grab a marker and doodle a little star in the corner of the poster. “you keep saying that, but I haven’t seen you make a move yet. scared?”
his eyes flick to yours, and there’s this little glint in them that makes your stomach flip. “scared? of you?”
“yes, actually.”
he laughs, but there’s something about the way he’s looking at you now—like he’s considering something, weighing it. you’re close—closer than you realized, kneeling in front of him while he’s still sitting, one hand resting casually on his thigh.
“come here,” he says.
you tilt your head. “why?”
he leans forward, just a little, until you’re close enough to feel the warmth radiating off him. “because I said so.”
there’s a challenge in his tone, and you’re not one to back down. so, you shuffle closer, knees brushing against his as you sit back on your heels again. “happy now?”
he hums, eyes flicking over your face like he’s trying to memorize every detail. “getting there.”
“jun,” you start joking, half-something-else-entirely, but before you can finish, his hand slides up to cup your jaw, fingers warm against your skin as he leans in and kisses you.
he’s waiting for you to push him away. but you don’t. instead, you kiss him back, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer until there’s no space left between you.
and then… well, the guy’s got skills. his lips move against yours with this easy credit, and when his tongue flicks out to trace the seam of your mouth, you can’t help the little noise that escapes you. he takes that as encouragement, deepening the kiss until you’re dizzy, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you try to keep up.
college fling!jun, who’s apparently really, really good with his mouth.
you pull back just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his as you both try to steady yourselves. “okay,” you say, voice a little breathless, “so you’re not scared.”
he laughs, low and soft, his hand still cradling your jaw. “nope. but you might be.”
before you can ask what he means, he’s kissing you again, harder this time, and then his hands are on your hips, pulling you into his lap like it’s nothing easier than that. you go willingly, settling against him as your hands find their way into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against your mouth.
you’re both a little frantic now, hands wandering as the kiss turns messy, desperate. his fingers slide under the hem of your shirt, skimming over your skin and leaving a trail of heat in their wake. you shiver, pressing closer, and he takes the opportunity to mouth at your neck, his teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp.
“jun,” you moan, and it’s enough to make him pause, pulling back just enough to look at you.
“umm... so do you…”
you nod before he can even finish the question, your hands tugging at his shirt in answer. he grins, and then he’s helping you pull it off, tossing it somewhere behind him without a second thought.
college fling!jun, who’s skinny but stupidly cut, all lean muscle and sharp lines that you can’t help but trace with your fingers as he kisses you again.
“your turn,” he murmurs against your mouth, his hands already tugging at the hem of your shirt. you lift your arms, letting him pull it off.
“you’re so…” he starts, but then he shakes his head, like words aren’t enough. instead, he leans in, kissing you again as his hands explore, mapping out your chest, by pinching your nipples
things blur after that—when he finally settles between your thighs, his lips trailing kisses down your stomach, you think you might actually lose your marbles.
college fling!jun, who’s apparently a goddamn expert when it comes to going down on you. his tongue swinging your clit to the sides just to suck it all right after. your fingers are tangled in his hair, and you even feel pity about his scalp. he doesn’t stop until you’re cumming inside his mouth—you last minutes by the way—, your back arching off the floor as you cry out, your other hand holding a highlighter that you've found on the floor and decided that would be your stress ball.
and then he’s kissing his way back up your body, touching your hand to release the poor highlighter before it explodes in your hand. as he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “still think I’m scared?” he teases and you don’t even have the energy to come up with a clever reply.
college fling!jun, who’s cocky as hell but more than backs it up.
you pull him down for another kiss, your hands fumbling with the waistband of his sweatpants as you shift your hips, sinking down onto his lap. the stretch is dizzying. u hear your blood flow through your ears with the immediate sink, making your head spin as he grips your hips,.
college fling!jun who twitches every time you circle your clit as you ride him. the little gasps he lets out are addictive, this stuttered rhythm of groans and whines that have you clenching around him just to see how he’ll react.
“uhm—hands to yourself.” he chokes out, his head tilting back, exposing the long line of his neck, his adam apple bobbing up and down. you take advantage, leaning forward to press kisses there, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat against your lips. his hands tighten on your waist, his thighs flexing under you as he buck his hips up into you as a warning.
“j-jun,” you stammer, breath hitching as you shift, grinding down, making wet shots reach his ears, his head snaps up, eyes dark and glassy as they lock onto yours.
“you like that?” he rasps, his chest heaving as he fights to keep himself together. “‘cause i… i love watching you like this, pretty.”
college fling!jun, who moans loud enough to embarrass himself but is too lost in the feeling of you to care. his grip on you tightens as you find a rhythm. his noises grow louder, needier, every time you roll your hips, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tighten as he gets closer, he always punishing you a little for teasing him, a pinch on your clit, a bite on your neck, a slap on your ass.
“y/n,” he groans, his voice shaking, and you’re right there with him, your own climax building as you reach down between your bodies, your fingers brushing against your clit again. the added sensation has you gasping, and he twitches inside you, his hands pulling you down hard against him as he lets out a broken moan.
“you’re so… gorgeous, fuck!” he mutters, his words slurred, and that’s all it takes for you to cum, your body fluttering as you cry out his name. the sound of it seems to tip him over the edge, his grip on you tightening as he follows, his body shaking beneath you as he spills inside you.
college fling!jun who collapses back onto the carpet, dragging you down with him, his arms wrapping around your ass, letting his hands lazily squeeze the meat there.
it’s like nothing happened when you two go to the college hallways to finish the project. when actually, everything happened all at once. jun’s sitting at the edge of your desk, eating one of your granola bars like he didn’t have you trembling in his lap just hours ago. you’re pretending to focus on your laptop, but your mind’s stuck on how his hair’s still a little messy and his shirt’s on inside out—your fault, obviously.
“what’s with the face?” he asks, mouth half-full, grinning like he knows exactly what’s with the face.
“you didn’t even ask before raiding my snacks,” you say, aiming for annoyed but landing somewhere near flustered.
“c’mon, you owe me,” he teases, leaning closer. “all that… effort? you’re lucky i’m still standing.”
you glare at him, but your face burns. “junhui, shut up.”
college fling!jun, who bites his lip to stop himself from laughing but ends up chuckling anyway, stupidly cute as he swings his legs. you’re about to throw a pen at him when he leans over and kisses your temple.
and that’s how it is now. he’s still jun—still the guy who hoards biology notes and carries all his books like the lockers are his mortal enemy—but there’s this… nerves now, this implicit thing hanging between you. like, when he’s explaining something in class, leaning over your desk, his voice low in your ear, and you’re trying not to think about how those same lips were on your pussy just a few nights ago. or when he slides into the seat next to you during study group, his knee brushing yours, and you glance at him, only to catch him already looking at you with that knowing smirk.
college fling!jun, who’s casual as hell in public but pulls you into empty classrooms when no one’s around, his hands already under your shirt as he kisses you like he’s been dying to all day.
it’s worse at night, though. he texts you at random hours, shit like, “you awake?” and “missed you today” with a dick pic coming right after, hard and dripping for you—like always. like he’s not gonna be in your bed an hour later, his hands sliding over your skin as he whispers your name.
“we’re so bad at this,” you tell him one night, lying tangled in his sheets, his arm thrown over your waist as he presses lazy kisses to your shoulder.
“bad at what?” he murmurs sleepy.
“keeping it casual,” you say, glancing back at him. “you’re always here, jun.”
he shrugs, pulling you closer. “maybe i like being here.”
college fling!jun, who’s starting to feel like more than a fling, but neither of you’s ready to say it out loud just yet. instead, you let it keep happening—the late-night visits, the stolen kisses between classes, the way he looks at you like you’re the only thing that matters.
and maybe you’re not ready to say it, but you’re definitely feeling it. especially when he shows up at your door with takeout and that stupid grin, saying, “figured you’d be hungry,” like he hasn’t already fed you twice today.
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You weren't the biggest fan of your boyfriend's lifestyle.
Of course, you loved his passion. You absolutely adored the way he was following his dreams. Every new milestone he achieved made you feel so, so proud. Yes, you were a seventeen fan and, obviously, a Jun fan. But the lifestyle? That was something else.
It could be tiring. Harmful, even. Sometimes, that life asked for way too much, more than what was humanly acceptable to ask for. It could hurt Jun and, as consequence, it hurt you too. In between all the crazy rumours and the ridiculous expectations, there was something more you didn't like about it all: how it took Jun away from you.
Schedules regarding promotions were horrible. He would always be up before you to only come back after you were already in dreamland. No dates during that period. Sometimes, not even actual chats. Some days, you'd only know if your own boyfriend was well if you searched it on social media. And don't even get it started on tours.
It was a tough lifestyle. More often than not it would get you frustrated, even if you knew what you signed up for. But even then, you wouldn't change a thing. Not when he always leaves you a note on the fridge telling you to rest and enjoy your day. Not when he kisses your forehead so delicately every time he's headed to the airport. And definitely not when he wants to listen about your day when he's overseas, even if it's 2am for him and he just got out of stage.
In the end, that type of life took way too much from you. But his love always gave you way, way more.
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[a/n] i know i said i'm gna take a break from writing but let's all pretend that i didn't say that.
"when are the two of you gonna finally start dating?"
junhui freezes at minghao's sudden question, mouth agape with the spoonful of food stopping right in front of it. after what feels like five full minutes of silence, minghao snaps his finger at him, bringing him back to reality.
"'two of you' who?" junhui feigns ignorance, finally shoving the food into his mouth.
minghao tsks at him as he shakes his head, "don't play dumb with me. you know who."
junhui pretends not to hear him and continues eating his dinner until minghao kicks him hard under the table, causing him to jump up from his seat slightly before rubbing at the spot that got kicked. he opens his mouth, ready to yell at minghao but the man opposite him just raises a brow at him as if to say "do it if you dare" and junhui backs down immediately.
"you know y/n doesn't feel that way about me," he pokes at the plate of food in front of him, suddenly seeming to have lost all of his appetite. "we're just best friends that's known each other since diapers."
minghao pulls his chair in so he can lean closer to junhui over the table. "you're crazy. all of us know that the two of you are stupidly in love with one another. anyone with eyes and a functioning brain can see that."
all junhui does in response is let out a defeated sigh. tossing his fork onto his plate, fully giving up on eating.
"you're literally living together and even share a pet cat," minghao continues.
"yeah, platonically."
"neither of you have dated anyone in the past 5 years that i've known you." minghao adds, hoping junhui realises just how ridiculous he's being.
"we just haven't met the right people," junhui shrugs with his gaze still trained on the plate.
"for god's sake!" minghao stands up to march over to his friend and turns him around to place both hands on his shoulders and shake him gently. "you're the right person for each other!"
junhui's about to argue that minghao's wrong but gets cut off instead.
"you literally behave like you've been married for at least 30 years!" minghao sits on the chair next to junhui, "you have feelings for y/n, don't you?"
junhui nods.
"then what's stopping you?"
at the question, junhui starts to sink into his chair slightly and he feels like his thoughts are running at a hundred miles an hour. "what if y/n doesn't feel the same way and then we can't even be friends anymore?"
minghao places a hand above his friend's knee and junhui looks up to meet his eyes. "i promise you, they feel the same way." he gives junhui a determined nod.
"i can't think straight right now," junhui leans back into the chair as he runs his hands through his hair then down his face with an incoherent noise. "i need to think everything through carefully before i even do anything."
suddenly, the front door opens and you're walking in with bags of groceries. the two men immediately look in your direction, watching you kick your shoes off.
"hi guys," you greet them with a wide smile as you walk to the kitchen and before minghao even has a chance to greet you back, junhui shoots up from his spot.
"i love you, y/n! marry me."
junhui hears minghao's string of panicked whispers of "dude, i said date not marry" next to him but his own mind is blank.
you watch junhui from the kitchen island as he tries to speak, his mouth keeps opening and closing like he's a fish out of water but no words are coming out. you're so calm as you're putting the groceries away and for a second junhui thought that maybe you hadn't heard him and he doesn't know if he should feel relieved about that or not. then, after you're done, you turn to him with the smile back on your face and junhui starts holding his breath without him even realising.
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wen junhui as the guy who used to work two floors down from you;
"oh my gosh", you hear someone say behind you. there's only so many people that could have that reaction, but the one you weren't expecting is-
"jun?"
he politely bows to you, offering his right hand for you to shake. jun is dressed in a fancy suit, a shining bracelet on his wrist and his blonde, long locks tucked behind his ears. he looks nothing like the young, skinny dude you used to meet daily at the building you two used to work on. back then, jun had an internship at a random marketing agency - you didn't know much about it, just that he used to help with how the agency could present itself to the public eye, and that he was very good at it.
you, on the other hand, was a secretary at the law office two floors up from his office. not the best thing in the world, but it was enough to allow you to learn what you wanted to. and, of course, that job brought you jun.
you two used to have lunch break around the same time, arrive at the same time, so the elevator you took to your floor looked empty when jun wasn't around, making small talk. there was this one time, when jun got sick, that you didn't see him for a week and a half; it made you knock on his agency's door, asking about him with the excuse of "oh, he's a friend of mine".
and that's what jun considered you to be, a friend of his. he could not say a word inside that elevator, and you would get it; he could playfully pretend that he would bang his head against the wall, and you would get it; he could push the stop button, just so you two could chat for about 15 minutes more, and you would get it.
so to see you now, after 10 years, feels somehow like going back to his roots.
"what are you doing here? it's been so long!"
"i, um… i got a job here", you say with a smile.
"you what?! we're gonna work together?"
that's how you learn what jun has been up to. he's successful now, as the marketing director of the same company you just signed a contract to. he learns about you too, hanging on your every word as you tell him about your career, and how you're now in the law team of that company.
"you two know each other?", the guy who's been showing you around, boo seungkwan, gives you a look.
"yeah", jun smiles at you, and it looks so much with the same teen guy you met all those years back, but somehow his eyes are different - they're more mature, more happy. "we're friends, really good friends."
and you don't wanna blush, but you do. you know boo seungkwan can't read your mind, but still you hope he doesn't, so he won't catch you thinking about the day jun kissed you before going home, after he quitted his internship; the last time you two saw each other.
"oh, great! so you can show them around, maybe?", boo seungkwan, from the hr, says hopefully. "i have like… tons of papers to work on, i am so sorry."
jun agrees to immediatelly, shushing seungkwan away with claims of 'i got this' and 'don't worry, i can do this'. it makes you laugh, how playfully he is with his coworkers - it didn't change a bit, you see.
once seungkwan is out of sight, jun turns to you again. he sighs, like fully sighs, as if he's seeing the prettiest view in front of him (and maybe he is).
"i don't know where to begin, we have like… seventeen floors?"
you laugh. "yeah, you can start from wherever you want. i actually only know boo seungkwan and my new boss."
"lee jihoon?"
"lee jihoon."
"he'll be the last one, then. we're skipping your floor", jun decides, mentioning for you to follow him to, well, an elevator.
as you two wait for it, you tell jun you don't wanna mess up his schedule, and that he can go whenever he needs to; jun waves you off, a smirk on his face as he brags that 'i'm the boss now, no one can scold me… well, maybe our ceo'.
as you two get in, just like years ago, jun is the one to push the button to the destined floor. he looks at you, a sincere happiness on his eyes.
"look at us", you joke. "back to where we began."
"yeah. look at us."
10 years, but the same old crush.
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a/n: happy birthday, moon junhui~ hope you had the best day ever, my dude, i wish you everything good that this world has to offer. thank you for taking care of svt and being part of it. i love you, i love your talent, and i can't express how much i care for you. please, always be happy. ❤️🍒
마주 잡은 순간 다 녹아내려 / 너는 나의 orbit, you're my one and only
pairing: wen junhui x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 471
notes: working on a svt reaction fic rn but i thought this was a cute idea so i made it a full fic, not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from txt - dear sputnik
sunlight fills your bedroom with a golden hue. outside, morning dew still lingers on blades of grass. birds chirp quietly and apartment lights flick on and off as the world slowly begins to awaken once again.
your vision is bleary as you stumble into the hallway, still blinking the sleep away from your eyes. the world is a blur as you unconsciously retrace your steps until you reach the middle of your apartment.
WEN JUNHUI stands alone in your kitchen with his back turned towards you. stray strands of freshly dyed hair fall across his face, framing his features. an oversized t-shirt hangs loosely off of his frame, paired with a pair of sweatpants he had forgotten at your apartment at some point.
you pause in your tracks, taking the time to silently admire the man before you. a tranquil silence hangs in the air. your lips quirk into a soft, unconscious smile. his broad shoulders flex as he pours a fresh cup of coffee into a nearby mug. “morning,” you say as you push your body off of the wall.
jun startles slightly before turning to face you. he chuckles softly beneath his breath. “good morning,” he says. his voice is smooth when he speaks, but his movements are more sluggish than usual, betraying his sleepiness. jun’s lips curl into a soft smile when he takes a step closer. “i made coffee.”
you slide into the seat across from him, silently waiting as he passes the mug over to you. your hands meet warm ceramic as you carefully raise it to your lips. the scent of vanilla fills the air. “thank you.”
jun shakes his head. he leans against the table as he slides into the seat across from you. he crosses his arms against the wood, watching you with a soft smile and a fond gaze. “of course.”
“you don’t have to do this for me, you know,” you say between sips. you drum your fingers absentmindedly against the mug. “i know you’re busy.”
you startle slightly when jun reaches up. you can feel the heat of jun’s fingertips against your skin as he tilts your face up, forcing your gaze to meet his own. your breath hitches in your throat. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach and shivers race down your spine. “i do it because i love you.” jun’s hand shifts, now cupping your cheek. his thumb ghosts against your cheek. he smirks at the sudden rush of heat beneath your skin. “and i love taking care of you.”
you let a quiet sigh escape your lips, momentarily leaning into his touch. “okay,” you nod. reaching up, you gingerly wrap your own hand around jun’s wrist. he pauses when you gently tug his hand closer, pressing a chaste kiss against the inside of his palm. “thank you, jun.”
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leave it to jun to keep it romantic. you hold back a snort of laughter, knowing it would only egg your boyfriend on more. he has his hand shoved into his pockets, breath coming out in steamy puffs of air. it’s biting this evening, but jun looks like a drama lead—so cute, all bundled with the tip of his nose red in his long trench coat and white puffy earmuffs—that you don’t even mind.
you sigh knowingly, twisting around to look at him with a smile. “come on! the christmas market is so cute.”
“why can’t we just get drinks inside?” he whines, and you flit over, pressing a quick kiss to his cold cheek. this silences him for a moment as he regards you with wide eyes, smiling with adoration. your stomach flip flops around. ah, it never gets old.
“let’s just do a quick loop and then i promise we can go and get drinks. at a bar. inside,” you say in earnest, and this seems to persuade jun. you loop your arm through his, tucking yourself neatly into his side. he’s warm, even under all the layers, and you smell the familiar aroma of amber and cinnamon wafting from his skin.
he groans,”fine,” without any heat, and presses a kiss to the crown of your head. your grin takes over your whole face as you tug him deeper into the throng of people. there are booths lining the walkway packed with sparkling decorations, large painted ornaments and tempting aromas of herbs and spices. your mouth waters as you pass by a booth selling pierogis, and you tug jun behind you as you move closer, pressing a finger against the glass.
“ooh, let’s get some,” you say, and your excitement is enough to convince jun to hand over eight dollars to the stand, smiling fondly as you feed him bites from your fork. they’re warm and buttery and a perfect snack to combat the bitter chill of the winter air, and with full bellies you continue tooling around the market. you peruse spice stands, cooking stands, art stands, hand knit hats, scarves, and mittens, hand-painted ornaments, and a million other handcrafted things, all the while jun follows faithfully behind. his eyes glint merrily in the Christmas lights swinging in the night air.
the pathway opens up into a lively center square, and you gasp excitedly, reaching out to grasp jun’s gloved hand tightly in your own.
“look! ice skating!” you say with vigor, skipping over to the barrier and watching the skaters with wide eyes. you turn back to your boyfriend, blushing to see him watching you again with poorly disguised amusement. “we should do it!”
jun’s eyebrows disappear underneath his fringe. “oh…i don’t know…”
you seemed to be spending most of your time convincing your partner to have a good time with you.
“come onnnn! i’ll pay this time,” you plead, tugging on his elbow like a needy child. normally you’d take no for an answer, but it’s christmas for god’s sake, and you want to go ice skating with your boyfriend. not surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for him to relent—a few ‘please, please, please’s and an extra whispered promise in his ear for some winter activities you could do once you got home—before he’s pulling you by the hand to the booth and smacking a bill on the counter.
“two pairs of skates! sizes 7 and 11, please.” your smile is blinding as you place a giddy peck to the cheek, and there he goes blushing again, like this is your first date and not your 200th. you like seeing jun all flustered around you; even after four years it still makes your stomach flip.
the worker hands jun his change and two pairs of skates—one of which he hands off to you—and you find a place to put them on. then the two of you are standing at the edge of the rink, hand in hand. you’ve only ever really gone skating on the ponds near your house, and even then it’s only been the two of you or family members during the holidays. and suddenly you’re a little nervous. experienced skaters and hockey players zip by at blinding speeds, and you inhale a sharp breath as the speed of a skater passing by ruffles your scarf.
sensing your hesitation, jun gives your hand a soft squeeze and pulls you onto the rink. you grip the wall, white-knuckled, as jun leads you around the edge. it’s slow-going at first, as you get your bearings on the ice, but jun seems to pick up the movements naturally. he’s always been more adept at picking up new skill and ice skating seems to be no exception.
“wait, how are you so good at this?” you ask, breathless, as jun skates gracefully backwards, all the while still holding your hand in his. your trepidation is replaced by incredulity as jun releases your hand and swiftly flips around and glides off in easy loops.
“what the hell?!” you curse loudly, earning you a few grumpy glares from parents of young kids, but you’re too preoccupied watching your ice-skating-prodigy boyfriend to notice. the wind whips through his dark hair, pushing it off his forehead as he passes by you, close enough to feel his fingers graze your arm. “when did you learn to do this?!”
your knees are still unsteady on the ice, and you keep your fingers wrapped around the wall as you hobble around, trying to catch up with your boyfriend.
“wait!” you call out in slight desperation as he skates past you one more time, weaving in and out of couples and kids making their own rounds. you frown, still sedentary, as jun finally skates back to you, skidding to a stop so you feel a light shower of ice sprinkle your face.
“hey—ouch!” jun whines, rubbing his shoulder where you just punched him. “what?!”
“since when have you been good at skating?!” you ask in disbelief. he shrugs, exclaiming aloud when he dodges another swing.
“stop!” jun protests, wrapping his hands around your wrists, and then he knits his fingers in your tightly. “just… like this, come on.” he pulls you gently away from the wall amid objections, showing you how to swish your feet in a graceful back-and-forth pattern. you start to gain a little speed. the wall seems miles away now, other skaters are dipping and weaving around you, and you turn back to jun with your arms held aloft, his name already formed on your lips in jubilation—
WHAM!
this time you do curse loud enough for enough people to hear. jun laughs raucously over the sound of other skaters as you lay flat on your back on the ice, your elbows, hips and pride aching. his face appears over yours, hair hanging down, face glowing with mirth. he offers you a hand, and pulls you up slowly as you wince. talk about old bones—you were going to be feeling that for a week. you hold your butt, massaging the muscle as it aches.
“fuck,” you groan, lightly punching jun again as he laughs. it soothes your dignity just a bit to see him so happy, throwing his whole head back as he wipes the tears from his eyes.
“here, i’ll help you,” jun promises, holding his arm out to you. this time it goes a little smoother as jun guides you around the rink. you almost make a full second rotation before you stumble again, this time taking your boyfriend down with you in a spectacular display of limbs and more curse words. the two of you laugh, amid a tangle of arms and legs, breathless. the air doesn’t seem so biting anymore. even on the ice, feeling the bruises blossoming on your shins and butt, watching your boyfriend heave himself to his feet, brush off the snow from his long winter trench coat like some kind of rom-com lead has your heart fluttering in your chest. he pulls you to your feet again, and sputters in surprise when you lurch forward to press a kiss to his lips.
it fills your chest with warmth, and you laugh short-winded against his mouth as jun’s hands rest on the back of your neck. he’s a bit too eager, biting your lip slightly as you pull away before he’s finished. (you are still in public after all.)
“what was that for?” he asks, nose and cheeks red from the cold. you lift your hand to his face, tracing the line of his cheekbone lightly with your thumb.
“mm, nothing. i just love you,” you say, quietly, unable to stop the smiles from filling your face.
jun leans in again, lips centimeters form yours when someone yells, “get a room!” and you freeze. jun laughs loudly again, throwing his head back like he always does. you hid your face against his chest as you giggle in embarrassment. his arms are warm around your body.
“do you wanna take a break?” he asks when you resurface.
you falter. “but we just got them,” you say, feeling a bit guilty.
“hey, we have them for a whole hour,” he assures you, and presses a kiss to your temple.
despite your protests, the activities on land are much more your speed. after finding a secluded little bench, jun disappears for a moment, only to return with two steaming mugs of hot apple cider. it’s sweet and a little spicy but it sends a welcome wave of warmth through your body, letting the steam defrost your noses and cheeks from the winter air. jun wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you watch the skaters together.
and you just sit in quiet for a while, every so often commenting on the booths or other market-goers. unbeknownst to you, jun watches you fondly, taking in your slouched posture, your bright eyes as you drink in the christmas festivities. that alone is enough to make his chest want to burst. he tucks you just a bit tighter in to his side, lifting a hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of your gloved knuckles.
his presence is just as warm as the cider cupped in your hands.
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a/n: just a fun little wintery jun-fic that's been on my mind. i was also thinking of posting it to skating by vince guaraldi (also a good one if u want the ambiance!!!!) but i liked the mellow tones of bill evans too :3
Hear me OUT. I’m thinking dry humping with virgin Junhui and him getting all flustered and shy and warning you that if you keep going he’s going to cum. I see enough dom Jun let’s switch the narrative 😁👀
╰┈➤ 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚞𝚎
pairings: virgin!jun x gn!reader
warnings: somnophilia, implied unprotected sex (do tell me if i missed some)
word count: 731
synopsis: Even before you two started dating, Jun seemed like the type of guy who had an active sex life. Especially since he’s such a good looking guy, not only that but he’s also fit; thus, the thought came to you that Jun is experienced when it comes to sex. Yet, why were you pleasuring yourself on your sleeping boyfriend?
You were frustrated, you were conflicted, and you were also horny. Only this time, simply touching yourself won’t get you off. Your fingers didn’t satisfy you as it did anymore , you needed him this time, but there was something holding you back. You were conflicted, conflicted purely because he didn’t know if you were ready to step into this part of your relationship yet. You two just started dating a month ago and you always did your best to suppress your innermost desires, until now that is. You rolled over, looking at your boyfriend’s sleeping figure. You scanned every part of him with loving eyes: an arm under his head, his picture perfect nose that you thought could be used as a seat, and a small pout on his lips. You couldn’t help admiring your boyfriend, you were whipped, but oh were you also so horny. Watching him sleep surely did not help whatsoever, your yearning only grew worse as time went on. After a few more moments of silence under the sheets, You heard a lightbulb flicker in the back of your head.
You grabbed one of the ends of the blanket and slowly uncovered the both of you, carefully doing so as to not wake him up from his slumber. Seeing more of him you felt your whole body throb from yearning his touch, his hands on your hips and his cock inside you filling you up real nice. Your hand wandered around his body – caressing his cheek, tracing small circles on his Adam's apple, massaging his arms – and here you are now, with one of your legs wrapped around his torso, slowly grinding your hips against him. What was once a silent night inside your room soon turned into a room echoing soft grunts and moans from you.
“Mmh…” you heard your boyfriend mutter under his breath but that couldn’t stop you anymore from chasing your high. “...sorry… ‘m so sorry Junnie” you whimper. As you kept going, you noticed the erection that was growing underneath your boyfriend’s sweatpants. You ran one of your hands from his leg up to his thigh and on his crotch, jerking your boyfriend’s covered cock. “Wait…” Jun whimpers, “...can’t cum like this” he added. Obliging to his request, you pulled down his sweatpants, presumably thinking that this is what he meant. Jun gasped as he felt his cock spring out from his sweatpants. For a few seconds you admired his pretty cock, its length that could hit your sweet spot with every thrust, a single vein running down from under the tip down to the base, and a pinkish tip that made you quiver in lust.
You stood up and positioned yourself on top of him, now sitting down on his cock only with half of your weight down on him. Slowly, you started grinding on him again, only this time his bare cock was rubbing on your underwear, creating friction that Jun could not handle. His whimpers grew louder as you continued pleasuring himself on top of him. “I’m– if you keep going… ‘m going to cum”, Jun whined, his cries of pleasure did not get you to stop, instead, you were motivated to make your boyfriend feel the long awaited climax of his sex life. Whines and moans continued to come out of your boyfriend’s mouth as you kept grinding on his cock, you looked at him under you, his cheeks flushed red and tears welling up on his eyes.
After a few more grunts and a grind of your hip, you feel your boyfriend’s cock underneath you twitch. Jun couldn’t even mutter a single word anymore as he felt his orgasm finally peak. You watch as his back arches and body trembles from the feeling of ecstasy you have gotten out of him. You soon feel your underwear get soaked from not only your juices but also your boyfriend’s. You look back at him again, seeing how his face was soaked with tears and a blush still evident on his cheeks.
You got up again and laid down next to your boyfriend who was still catching his breath. Suddenly feeling tired you yawned and faced your boyfriend again. Jun grabbed one of your hands and he finally spoke, “I… still need help” he said, rather timidly as you see his throbbing cock still hard.
a/n: I do hope you enjoy this request anon! took me a bit longer to release this since i had some errands to run lol
