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junhui + role reversal
— dom someone is cool until they flip you onto your back.
WARNINGS: +18, smut, role reversal, power shift, make-out, cock riding, begging.
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jun’s fingers lock around your wrists, holding them tight against the couch cushions as he presses himself closer. you feel the warmth of his breath fanning across your neck, the weight of his body pinning you down. his lips drag along your jaw, teasing, barely grazing your skin as if he enjoys watching you squirm underneath him.
“you’re squirming,” he mutters against your skin, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest. it’s the kind of smugness that gets under your skin, makes you want to wipe that grin off his face, but you can’t—he’s too strong, too focused on making you melt.
you shift beneath him, feeling the friction of your legs moving against his. his body tenses for a split second when your thighs clamp around his waist, but you don’t let up, pushing your hips upward, gluing yourself to him. the movement catches him off guard, and in that moment, you take control, using the leverage to roll him onto his back with a sharp twist of your legs.
his eyes widen slightly, more in surprise than resistance, as you hover over him now, straddling his waist. his hands instinctively loosen their grip on your wrists, falling to your hips instead, but he doesn’t try to flip the script. you can feel his heartbeat under your palm when you press your hands against his chest, feeling the steady thrum quicken.
“didn’t see that coming, hm?” you smirk, leaning down until your lips brush against his, just enough to tease, not giving him what he wants
jun’s breathing is uneven now, lips parted as he looks up at you, a faint hint of challenge in his eyes despite the position you’ve got him in. his hands slide up from your hips to your waist, fingers gripping tighter.
“you’re gonna make me beg, aren’t you?” he says almost like he’s daring you to.
you laugh, the sound a little breathless, because fuck, the power shift feels good. you lean in closer, lips finally meeting his in a messy, heated kiss, teeth grazing his bottom lip before you pull back, just enough to catch the frustration flickering in his eyes.
“maybe i will,” you tease, dragging your nails lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense under your touch. “maybe i’ll just keep you like this.”
his hands tighten on your waist, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s struggling to keep from flipping the situation back in his favor. but he doesn’t—he lets you stay in control, lets you press your weight down on him, lets you grind your hips slowly against him, torturously slow, just to watch his composure unravel.
“fuck,” he hisses, his hands sliding down to your thighs, fingers digging into your skin. “you think you’re so smart, huh?”
you smile, leaning down to whisper against his ear, “smarter than you.” you bite down on the lobe.
the way your legs are wrapped tight around him, the friction, the pressure—it’s driving him crazy. and you love it, love seeing the usually smug jun reduced to this, breathless and desperate jun beneath you.
his head tilts back against the couch, eyes half-lidded as he looks up at you. “if you’re gonna make me beg,” he pants, “you better do it right.”
“oh, trust me,” you whisper, your fingers trailing lower, dangerously close to the waistband of his jeans, “i will.”
he groans, his hips bucking up slightly, but you pin him down, pressing him further into the couch with a wicked grin on your face.
your hips roll in slow circles against him, the pressure each subtle grind. you can feel how hard he is, straining against the fabric of his jeans, the friction only making him more desperate. his lips are slightly parted, eyes fixed on every movement you make.
“fuck,” he mutters under his breath, trying to keep his cool, his hands tighten on your thighs, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks, but you don’t care. if anything, you press down harder, loving the way he can’t seem to hold back, his control slipping.
“you’re so quiet now,” you tease, leaning down just enough to brush your lips against his, not quite kissing him, just letting him feel the heat of your breath. “what happened to all that cocky shit?”
he exhales sharply, jaw clenching, his head tilts back, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as he bites down hard on his bottom lip, holding back whatever’s clawing its way up his throat. he’s so fucking close, and you know it.
he’s desperately trying not to let the word fall from his lips.
“please…”
the word slips out before he can stop it, and that’s when you stop moving, a slow smile spreading across your lips.
“what was that?” you ask, pretending you didn’t hear him, even though you both know exactly what he said.
his eyes snap open, but it’s too late now. you heard him.
you shift slightly, leaning down until your lips are barely an inch from his, “i knew you’d beg.”
his breath hitches, his grip on your thighs tightening as you finally reach between your bodies, undoing the button of his jeans. you can feel him twitch beneath you, as you slide his zipper down.
“shit, you’re so fucking…” he trails off, voice hoarse, unable to finish the sentence as you slip your hand inside, brushing your fingers against him through his boxers. the way his hips jerk up instinctively makes you grin, but you don’t let him have anything more than a tease—not yet.
you pull his cock free from his jeans, and he sucks in a sharp breath as you wrap your hand around him, giving him one slow, torturous stroke. his head tilts back, eyes fluttering shut again as his hips buck up, desperate for more.
you raise an eyebrow, tilting your head as you pump him slowly, thumb teasing the tip. “you gonna beg again?”
he hesitates, eyes squeezing shut.
“please,” he rasps, voice cracking, his pride giving way.
that’s when you finally take him in, sliding down onto his cock. his eyes fly open, a whiny, broken moan slipping from his lips as you sink down, stretching around him.
“fuck, yes,” he gasps, hips jerking up to meet yours, but you hold him down, setting the pace yourself.
you start to ride him slowly, rolling your hips in that same circular roll, taking your time, making him feel every single movement. the way his cock fills you up, the stretch, the look on his face as he tries to keep it together.
his hands slide up your body, desperate to find something to hold onto as you ride him, nails digging into your skin, leaving marks in their wake. his lips part in a silent gasp every time you roll your hips just right.
you lean down, pressing your chest against his, lips grazing the shell of his ear as you whisper, “don’t stop begging.”
he groans, the sound rough and desperate as his hands grip your waist tighter, trying to pull you down harder onto his cock, but you control the pace, keeping it slow, torturous. you ride him in slow circles, grinding your hips in a way that has him practically trembling beneath you.
“please,” he gasps again, his voice strained.
your smile widens as you sit up, your hands pressing against his chest to keep him in place as you pick up the pace, bouncing on his cock, riding him harder, faster, but still in those same teasing circles. his hips jerk up to meet yours, desperate for more, and his moans grow louder, more broken with every thrust.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, hands clutching at you, and in that moment, you feel it too—the way he’s losing himself in you.
you ride him relentlessly, each roll of your hips driving him closer to the edge, until he can’t take it anymore.
“please,” he begs one last time, voice hoarse, raw, and that’s when you finally let go, making him cumn, your own body shuddering as you feel him spill inside you, his hands clutching at you like a lifeline.
you slow your movements, letting him ride out his high, the both of you breathless, sweat-slicked. you lean down, pressing a wet kiss to his lips, a sluggish, satisfied grin spreading across your face as you whisper, “granted.”
“oh shut up.” he covers his face.
Okay, if I... if I crush you under a waterwraith, and the only thing that comes out, that's left of you, is your PIKMIN, you'r- you're PROBABLY DEAD! You're probably going to - not you, I'm just sayin', like, if you- if somebody were to, like, push you into the path of a waterwraith, and, like, your- one of your finger bones is still intact, they're not gonna pick it up and go, "Well see, yeah it wasn't deadly, it wasn't an instant kill move! You still got, like, this part of your finger left!" NO I'M NOT GONNA CRUSH YOU UNDER A WATERWRAITH. I'M NOT GONNA CRUSH YOU UNDER A WATERWRAITH.
If you think about it, theres a chance this is canon in the pikmin universe..
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