pairing: junmyeon x you genre: smut 🔞-warning: everything - 🔞
⊹⊱ Q: play any video games?
⊹⊱ A: I play a game called Free Fire with my boyfriend.
You're just finishing dinner, when his first text arrives.
J: I'm sorry I had to work late, baby. [7:14 PM]
Reading the message, you blatantly ignore it. Flipping your hair once before turning around, you return to your conversation with Sehun. You manage to exchange only a few words though, before the phone at your side is buzzing again.
J: Ah, are you ignoring me? [7:16 PM]
Unable to stop yourself, you look slowly across the room. Junmyeon is staring back at you, right leg crossed over his left on the couch. You both are attending the same dinner party, though Junmyeon was supposed to meet you at the apartment to walk over together. He texted you at last minute stating he'd be late, but this meant you had to find your way to Sehun's alone. You've never been here before, having only met Sehun once prior to tonight.
Not that this is a problem. You're a strong, self-sufficient person and can find your own way. But damn, if you don't hate going to social functions by yourself. Especially when it's not your friend. Junmyeon is right, you're ignoring him currently - though you won't admit to him as much. Lifting a hand, you maintain eye contact while sullenly typing back.
Y/N: No. [7:18 PM]
Junmyeon just smiles, lip curling while his fingers move.
J: Oh? [7:19 PM]
Then he's typing more, bending his head so dark hair falls into his eyes.
J: Babe, I'm sorry. Believe me, I'd much rather have been at home watching you change than at work, sending a bunch of emails to Mike [7:20 PM]
Y/N: who's Mike? [7:21 PM]
J: a man who hates my love for you, and wants to keep us apart [7:22 PM]
You snort, looking up to see Junmyeon continuing to stare at you from the couch.
J: let me make it up to you [ 7:23 PM]
You pause, allowing your fingers to rest on the keys.
Y/N: oh? How so? [7:24 PM]
Sehun then turns, smiling genially in your direction. He's a lawyer or a judge, something that involves the law - Junmyeon knows him from work, having consulted on a few legal cases for his firm. You've talked with him once or twice, but never in such prolonged conversation. Sehun is nice and he's interesting, but it's hard to concentrate with Junmyeon's eyes boring into you from across the room. Your phone vibrates again, but you don't pull it out of your pocket to check.
"What line of work are you in, Y/N?" Sehun asks, sipping delicately from his wine.
"Oh, you know," you shrug, adjusting your dress. "I'm a consultant, mergers and acquisitions. That's how I met Junmyeon, actually."
"Oh?" Sehun asks, looking over your shoulder. "You two met through work? That must have been interesting," he laughs, head thrown back. "I've seen Junmyeon at work, and it's pretty much the opposite of romantic."
"This is true," you admit, attempting to hide your smile.
The way you met wasn't romantic, not in the traditional sense of the word. Junmyeon stared at you heatedly, the entirety of the meeting and for the first sixty minutes you knew him, you thought that he hated you. Or maybe that you had something on your face, but a quick trip to the bathroom proved otherwise. You're loud though, the kind of person who always speaks their mind - even when said opinions are wildly unpopular - and it made you think Junmyeon was angry. In your experience, the men you worked with typically ended up disliking you.
This went on for most of the meeting, Junmyeon sitting in his high-backed chair while you sat at the opposite, in yours. His office was on the eighty-first floor of the building, sweeping windows offering you all a terrific view of the city. It was a power symbol, just like everything else about him. From his Armani suit to the Hugo Boss shirt beneath it. All of it classic, dramatic and purposeful.
He irked you. You hated to be ignored and when the meeting was over, you dawdled with your papers. Waiting until nearly everyone else left the room before striding down to his end of his table. "You don't like me," you announced, forcing Junmyeon to look up.
It surprised you, when he didn't flinch. "Why would you think that?" Junmyeon asked, curious. His voice was lower than anticipated, since he'd barely spoken a word all meeting. Just sat and listened to what everyone else had to say, before announcing his decision at the end.
You didn't back down, meeting his gaze. "You kept staring during the meeting, said nothing contradictory when I made my points. How could you not have had questions?" you asked, blood boiling. "You asked something to everyone else, but not to me."
"I had nothing more to add," Junmyeon shrugged, arching a brow. "Your points were concise, reasoning clear and conclusions commendable. That's why I chose your option, in the end. Besides," he added, small smile to his lips, "in my experience, when a man stares at a woman, it's not because they find them uninteresting."
This made you pause, until Junmyeon closed his laptop and stood. "Does that mean... you're interested?" you asked, never one for games. "You're interested - as in, you'd like to talk to me more about my proposal? Or interested - as in, you'd like to see me outside of the office?"
"Both," Junmyeon responded, and that was the start.
Facing Sehun, you remember your first date clearly. The two of you went out for dinner and Junmyeon kissed you at the end - just a soft, chaste brush of the lips at your door. At the last second, he pulled your lower lip between his teeth and bit down - hard. Hard enough that you hissed and when he pulled away, he gently ran his thumb along the edge of your lip. Since then, Junmyeon has been an unavoidable fixture in your life. Each moment with him exciting, each milestone thrilling and though you might be pissed at him now, you know full well that you'll fall into his bed later this evening.
Sehun just smiles, as though he somehow understands. "I think," he muses, tilting his head, "your boyfriend is looking this way."
You know he is, which makes you smile. "He texted me," you nod, finally glancing at your phone. "I'll just be a second."
J: dinner is finished, everyone here is talking. Let's go, let me make this up to you. [7:25 PM]
J: don't you want that? My head between your legs, sheets wet with your arousal [7:26 PM]
J: maybe we can try out that new toy I bought [7:27 PM]
J: fuck, I'm hard just thinking about it. [7:28 PM]
J: look at me. come on, let me tie you up [7:30 PM]
Oh, fuck. Your legs press together, already turned on by his words. The things he's saying, the items he's mentioned - you slip your phone into your pocket and stand. "Thank you for talking to me," you nod to Sehun. "It was lovely speaking, but I think Junmyeon and I will be leaving."
Sehun just chuckles, leaning against his chair. "Of course," he nods, motioning towards the door. "I look forward to seeing you again, Y/N."
You nod while, in the corner of one eye, you watch Junmyeon stand from the couch. He says his goodbyes, shaking hands before grabbing his suit jacket to leave. Junmyeon holds open the door as you exit, and when the two of you are alone at the elevators, he comes to a sudden stop.
Sliding one arm around your waist, Junmyeon turns to press his lips against the shell of your ear. "You were ignoring me," he murmurs.
When the elevator dings, you walk forward. "Was I?" you ask, turning in his arms to face him. Your lips hover level with his chin, as he tilts his head down to look at you.
"Ah," Junmyeon smiles, eternally patient. "Does that mean you still are?"
Lifting a shoulder, you refuse to look away. "That all depends."
"On?"
"On if you do everything you said to me, tonight."
Junmyeon's eyes darken while slowly, he moves the two of you backwards until your ass hits the wall. "Which part," he murmurs, hand sliding up your leg, "peaked your interest, especially?"
Exhaling, your head finds the mirror before Junmyeon brushes a kiss against your neck. His body is hard, warm between your legs and you nearly moan out loud when he brushes over your breast. "I like that tie you're wearing," you whisper, somewhat breathily. Then add, "Daddy."
Junmyeon stills. He pulls back to stare and you nod, a wordless command. It's not every night that you do this. Junmyeon is amendable in bed, which is something you greatly enjoy. He lets you top sometimes, lets you take the lead - one of his kinks though (and yours, as well), is having you call him daddy.
Desire stirs within you, while Junmyeon's grip tightens on your waist. "Is that it?" he asks, thrusting his hips against your own. "Do you want daddy to tie you up? Do you want your little ass spanked, before I fuck you from behind?"
You can't help but moan. "Yes," you whine, arching your back. "Please, daddy."
"Alright," Junmyeon nods, pulling back when the doors open. "Then let's get you home - I don't like to be kept waiting."
He squeezes your hand as he walks, letting you know it's all in fun. At work, Junmyeon keeps up the appearance of a cold, hard man. It's necessary, to hold certain shareholders in line. Behind the scenes though, Junmyeon cares deeply about everything. He takes the time to learn the names of all his employees. Arranges greeting cards at Christmas, refuses to scrimp on benefits and compensation. These are things only seen after a while though, things he doesn't choose to show unless you've firmly gained his trust. Most people don't see this side to him at all. Most people imagine Junmyeon as someone else entirely.
Sehun's place isn't far, just a few blocks until you're stumbling into the elevator of Junmyeon's building. His spine hits the wall first, pulling you flush against him before kissing you lazily. One hand snakes quickly around your neck while the other grazes the tops of your thighs.
"Junmyeon," you gasp, tightening your hold on him, "public. We're in public."
"So," he mutters, though he stills. Lifting his lips, Junmyeon stares angrily at the elevator numbers. "This thing goes so fucking slowly, I want you naked now."
You stifle a grin - and when the doors slide open, Junmyeon practically tugs you down the hall. Once inside his apartment he turns, facing you quietly while removing his jacket. "Take off your dress," he instructs.
You come to a stop in the middle of the room, sliding thin straps down the length of your shoulders. The dress you wore tonight is blue; a deep, plunging V-neck which made it impossible to wear a bra beneath. Unzipping the back, you let the fabric fall to the floor and Junmyeon sucks in a breath of surprise.
"No bra," he murmurs. "I wish I'd known." Junmyeon walks forward to brush a thumb over your nipple. You shiver at his touch, instantly hardening into his palm. "Are you cold, baby?" he smiles.
"No," you whimper, legs pressed tight together. You're only wearing panties - if one can even call the thin scrap of lace you're wearing, panties. "I'm fine."
"Hm." Junmyeon's gaze drops, darkening. "Those need to go - take them off, and your shoes as well."
Nodding, you balance on each foot to kick off your heels. Panties come next, your thumbs hooked light around the sides to drag them down the sides of your legs. Junmyeon groans softly, walking around your body to stare at you, bent over.
"Now stand," he demands, gently. "I want you in my bedroom, now."
Your heart hammers, leaving your clothes on the floor. Junmyeon takes hold of one hand, pulling you through the door but when you come face to face with his bed, he drops this entirely. "Get on the mattress," he instructs, waiting for you to obey.
You climb on top and boldly face him. Legs spread to either side, hair tumbling down while your lips part eagerly. Junmyeon stares at you for a moment, letting his gaze trail from head to toe. He sighs, as though he wants to touch but thinks better of it. Walking to his end table, he pulls open his top drawer and rummages around. The small, pink vibrator is found within seconds and removes this quietly; pulling it out, along with its remote control.
"Lie on your front, baby," Junmyeon demands.
Fuck. You obey, lowering yourself down on your stomach. "Yes, daddy," you purr.
From his intake of breath, you're aware Junmyeon likes it. "Filthy," he mutters. He looks so good, in just a white button-down and slacks. Staring blatantly at your ass, Junmyeon loosens the tie from around his neck. "I bet you just can't wait to get fucked, can you? Can't wait to have that tight pussy filled up?"
You moan at the thought. He isn't even touching you yet, and already you feel yourself clenching. Junmyeon chuckles, pulling his tie taut between fingers. "Face the headboard," he nods at the bed. "You've been naughty. You don't deserve to touch daddy, not yet," Junmyeon declares.
Without speaking, you arch your back, so he gets a good peek between your legs when you move. You know his cock must be hard, straining against the fabric of his pants - but you also know Junmyeon won't take off his clothes, not yet. He wouldn't give in so easily. Lying here on your stomach, you prop your shoulders up as Junmyeon kneels on the bed.
He takes one of your wrists, lifting this and tying a knot around the post of his bed. Junmyeon then stands, crossing over to his closet - removing a second tie to repeat the motion, this time with your other wrist. Enough room is left for you to move, arms hanging limp on the mattress but if you try to get away, the bindings hold firm.
You whimper, legs pressed together while Junmyeon chuckles, moving down towards the edge. You can only imagine what the view is like - your ass up in the air, legs slightly spread for his mercy. When Junmyeon kneels again, it's impossible to see him - only hear, when he turns the vibrator on in his hand.
"Oh," you inhale. Turning your cheek to lie flat on the pillow, you watch Junmyeon moves the small, pink oval down to your cunt.
"How wet are you?" Junmyeon murmurs, spreading your legs. He slides a finger in, grabbing your ass and curling the digit as you groan.
"Fuck," you gasp, into the pillow.
"What was that?" Junmyeon breathes, kissing your neck. The motion is gentle but when he reaches your collar, he sucks a dark hickey against the skin. "Was that profanity, Y/N? From such pretty lips? I think," he slides his finger out, lowering the vibrator, "it's time you moaned something else, instead."
Your body twitches, when the toy finds your opening. Junmyeon pushes this in - just enough to open your cunt, to tease the slickness before pulling back out. The next time it goes in, he twists the vibrator slightly. "Ah," you pant, pushing your ass backwards. "Please, daddy."
"What was that, princess?" Junmyeon murmurs, pulling the vibrator out. His thumb travels to your clit, rubbing slow circles before entering you again. "Too tight for you?"
You hiss, because yes, it's too tight but also because Junmyeon is going so fucking slow. He repeats the motion, again and again until you're dripping with arousal and the vibrator slips inside. It happens fast; one second Junmyeon is stroking your clit, calling you his good little bitch and the next thing you know, your pussy is vibrating, and his thumb is sliding over the entrance.
"Such a good girl," Junmyeon hisses, sitting up on the bed. When you twist to look, you see him undoing the buttons of his shirt. When he catches you staring he drops this one the floor and smiles. "How does that feel, baby?" Junmyeon asks, arching a brow. "How does the vibrator feel, stretching you for daddy's cock?"
You moan, turning your face into the sheets as you listen to Junmyeon picking up the remote. He jolts the setting higher, making you yelp from pleasure. Your ass bucks into his hand, pussy trembling while your arms strain against the bonds. "Fuck, daddy," you whimper, biting down on his pillow.
"That's it," Junmyeon whispers, kneeling further. He slides a hand down your ass, pushing the vibrator further. "What a good girl for daddy."
When he finds the string of the toy, he tugs - slow and gentle, letting it rub against your g-spot. Junmyeon keeps going like this, entire body shaking while your moans get louder. He opens your legs further, staring down at your cunt and the pink vibrator inside. His fingers run up and down your thighs, reaching up to smack you, sharp on the ass.
"Ah," you gasp, arching your back. It feels so fucking good, his palm jolting the vibrator deeper - and Junmyeon does the same, harder this time. He kneads your ass with one hand, spreading while the vibrator continues to tease.
"Do you want to come?" Junmyeon whispers, fingers playing with your entrance. They're slick with your arousal, sliding down to your clit and back up your ass. "Do you want daddy to let you come, baby?"
"Yes," you whimper, and he pushes the vibrator further in. "Oh, god - please, daddy. Let me come."
"Hm," Junmyeon muses, but there's a slightly strain to his voice. You know this must be torture, watching you like this - it takes a great deal of self-control, to tease you so thoroughly. "Your clit is so swollen," Junmyeon sighs, rolling it between his fingers. "I could make you come," he flicks it gently, "just by doing this, I bet."
He really could, and you whimper affirmation. "Whatever you want, daddy," you exhale. "Do whatever you want to me, I'll love it."
"Oh?" Junmyeon asks, satisfied. "Such a good slut, ready for anything I decide. Even if I decided," he leans down, kissing your neck. Finger rubbing circles around your cunt to feel the vibration, "not to let you come? If I just let you lie like this, pussy stuffed with my toy all night?"
The very thought makes you bite your lip, but you nod. "Yes, sir."
"Sir?" Junmyeon chuckles. He pauses, before abruptly pulling the vibrator out. You nearly scream at the loss of sensation, whimpering when he rubs gentle circles against your ass. "There, there," Junmyeon exhales, unbuttoning his pants. "Daddy will be good to you now - you want to come, was that it?"
Your pussy aches sharply, clenching around nothing. "Yes, please," you groan.
"Good." Junmyeon drops his pants to the floor, pulling your ass up in the air. "Ah," he murmurs, spreading your legs. "Your cunt is so pretty, Y/N. I could tease you all night, but lucky for you - I really want to fuck you right now."
Nearly sobbing with relief, your breath catches as you feel his dick start to rub your folds. Junmyeon must see how desperate you are, how fucking wet your pussy is as he slips up and down your entrance. When he finally gives in and pushes inside, he manages to go slow.
His cock enters inch by inch, until your entire body is full of him. Until your warm walls clench tight and Junmyeon exhales between his teeth. "Fuck," he grunts, hips flush to your ass. "You're so amazing, Y/N. Taking all of my dick, so fucking pretty. I," he inhales, before shoving into you again.
This time he's rougher, jarring you as you grab hold of his pillows. Junmyeon makes sure you're okay before he does this again - pulling back out, to thrust inside. "Ah," he murmurs. "God, I love your pussy. I could fuck you all night, I really could."
"Yes," you gasp, needy for your release. "Please, daddy. Fuck me harder."
Junmyeon grunts, shoving your chest down to the bed. He moves even harder, rougher while the sheets bunch beneath your fists. "You're being such a good girl for me tonight," he pants, hips rolling into you. They slam into yours, hard enough to bruise. "Should I make you come, hm?"
Nodding quickly, you bite down on your lip - if you say anything at all, you're scared you might scream.
"Should," Junmyeon bends, back touching yours. He thrusts into you quickly, hard from behind. "I. Let. You. Come?"
Each word he speaks is punctuated by his cock. Gasping out loud, you manage to blurt, "Yes, daddy!"
Junmyeon chuckles. "Alright, sweet girl," he murmurs, and brings the vibrator to your clit.
Your eyes roll back, while the entire world explodes. You can't help it, you scream - a throaty noise, turning to whimpers the longer Junmyeon fucks you. He chases his own orgasm, only lasting a little while longer before his warmth releases into your body.
Junmyeon exhales on top of you, chest rising and falling. With a gentle kiss of your neck, he gathers enough strength to pull himself out. Junmyeon chuckles, finger sliding into your pussy to feel his cum. "What a fucking sight," he murmurs. "Your pussy full of my cum, dripping down your thighs."
"Junmyeon," you whine. Now that you've come, you're aching to be clean and in bed with him.
"Right, sorry," he grins, rolling off the mattress. Junmyeon walks into the bathroom, pushing his hand through disheveled hair before grabbing a warm washcloth. "Here," he murmurs, emerging to wipe your body clean. Junmyeon throws this into the hamper, gently untying each knot from your wrists.
Once this is done, you collapse onto his bed. Flipping over to stare at him - you see his skin flushed, still sweaty from sex. Junmyeon just smiles at you, climbing into bed on the other side. He pulls you forward, struggling to hide his yawn.
"That was," you shiver, thinking about it. "Wow."
Junmyeon nods again, tugging you close. "Fuck," he groans, nuzzling your neck, "I haven't been that turned on in a long time."
"Mm," you smile, unable to hide your yawn. "It really was amazing."
"Someone sleepy?" Junmyeon teases, though he can barely keep his eyes open. "Come here," he whispers, snuggling lower.
You join him, entwining your body with his. Staring up at him, you trace the shape of his face with your eyes. He's beautiful like this, on the edge of sleep. Then again, you seem to find him beautiful always.
"I love you," Junmyeon informs, arms tightening.
"I love you, too," you whisper, before drifting off into night.
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Credits;; Tumblr
don't get mad when I upload a jongdae one shot or anything because I know he's married 😂 but you can still dream of being Y/N with him~ it's not like I'm bashing his wife.