untitled drabble dump post; junhyung/hyuna
† untitled something | pg | 445w
junhyung feels himself calming down, the fight seeping out of his bones. he rubs the back of his neck, he doesn't even remember what he and hyuna had fought about.
they were in front of her apartment, saying good night after a watching a movie and the next thing he knows they're shouting at each other with hyuna storming off with a choked sob.
he kicks at the ground, scrubbing his hair with his hands as he falls back against the wall. he's knows he's being an idiot. the thought of hurting hyuna makes his stomach lurch, he can't do that her.
a pair of pink slippers toe to toe with his shoes brings him out of his thoughts, he looks up and sees gayoon with her arms crossed.
"i knew you'd still be here," she sighs and stands next to junhyung, shoulders touching.
"how is she?"
"not good," gayoon nudges his shoulder when he sighs, "look, i'm not gonna ask what happened. just talk to her and sort it out, okay? here's the key, i'll be at jihyun's." at that she leaves him.
-
junhyung opens the door to the apartment, the lights were turned off apart from one coming from the kitchen. there he sees hyuna with a tub of ice cream.
"unnie, where did yo--"
"i'm not gayoon."
hyuna's head snaps up, her spoon falling into the tub from her mouth.
"that wasn't a pretty sight," junhyung chuckles.
hyuna lifts her chin, "if you're here to make fun of me, then get out."
"sorry, i- i wasn't making fun of you." junhyung moves further into the kitchen until he's standing across of her, on the opposite side of the table.
they stare at each other silently for a minute. ice cream abandoned and melting.
"where's gayoon unnie?" hyuna breaks the eye contact, shoving a spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.
junhyung moves closer until he's beside her, and kneels by her legs.
"at jihyun's, and look, i'm sorry. i didn't know what i was thinking. i was being an inconsiderate idiot, i'm sorry." junhyung looks up at hyuna, sincere.
hyuna sighs and places the spoon down onto the table.
"it's okay, i'm sorry too, for not being understanding," she takes his hand in her palms and smiles.
"we good?" junhyung asks, kisses her, smiling against her lips.
"yeah. now help me finish this, it's unnie's. let's get rid of the evidence." hyuna throws her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
"we can eat this in a different way too, you know? before gayoon comes back..."
hyuna giggles and junhyung happily swallows the sweet sound.
fin.
† untitled porn | nc-17 | pwp | 550w
a/n: for yoonmi!! first het smut, so it's not the best. i apologize for everything. not proofread bc embarrassed OTL /runs away
Today they were filming the sex scene so Hyuna had purposely invited Junhyung to come to the shoot. She sees him standing next to the director as she straddles Hyunseung’s hips. She knows she has Junhyung’s attention. She smirks.
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The director calls a lunch break and Hyuna saunters up to Junhyung, pulling him into the dressing room.
“How was it?” she murmurs against Junhyung’s jaw as pushes him back against the closed door.
Junhyung’s arms automatically curls around her waist, his hands trailing down on to her ass, pulling her flush against his front.
“It was okay,” Junhyung looks at her, “but he wasn’t me.”
Junhyung rushes forwards, lifting Hyuna up onto the dressing table. Their kisses becoming filthy as he tears off her clothes, stopping when Hyuna’s in her underwear. He lets his hands trail up her legs, kneading flesh as it makes its way onto her thighs.
He mouths at her neck, smiling when her legs fall open when his fingers skim against her inner thighs towards where she badly wants him. Hyuna squirms, her hands twisting the back of his shirt, urging him to go further up.
“Come on, we don’t have much time,” Hyuna pants against his temple, her hand grabbing Junhyung’s and presses it against the dampening cloth of her underwear.
Hyuna moans throatily when Junhyung works the fabric to the side, his fingers sliding against her slit and up to her clit, moving his fingers in a tight circular motion before sliding in a long finger making her shudder under his touch. He slides in another one, working the digits in and out, up and along her tight walls; it flutters and squeezes his fingers when he curls them, hitting her sweet spot. He swallows the groan from her mouth.
Junhyung is aching and hard. Hyuna tugs his pants down, freeing the hardened cock. She slides a finger along the shaft before curling her fingers around it, her thumb circling the head. Junhyung shudders as Hyuna grips his cock and starts moving her hand methodically.
Feeling close, Junhyung grabs Hyuna off the dressing table and slips her underwear off completely as he bends her down on it in front of the mirror.
Junhyung runs his hands down her body, griping her hips as he rubs the head of cock against her dripping entrance. They hold each other’s gazes in the mirror.
“I want you to watch me fuck you from behind.”
Hyuna breaks the eye contact as Junhyung fucks into her, her eyes closing shut and mouth falling open in a silent moan. Skin slapping against skin and lust filled moans filled the room, Hyuna leans forward onto her arms and the change in angle makes Junhyung’s long and hard thrusts becomes stilted as Hyuna’s walls tighten, milking his cock when he hits her sweet spot. She comes and Junhyung fucks her through it and the aftershocks, he follows not long after with a deep groan.
Junhyung flops forward, his arms curling under Hyuna’s body, nuzzling her neck as she turns her head to kiss his temple.
“That was fun, but I expected more of a jealous Jun,” Hyuna murmurs, carding her fingers into his hair.
He looks at her with a quirked brow, “really?” then smirking, “maybe later during the next break then.”
fin.