What a boy needs after a long day of work:
a warm bath
yummy foods
long, slow kisses
complete control taken away

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What a boy needs after a long day of work:
a warm bath
yummy foods
long, slow kisses
complete control taken away
As you pin him down, spread apart his legs and kiss him through his underwear. Kiss his inner thighs and work your way to his sweet spot, making sure to kiss a little longer where it’s most sensitive.
Lick him up and down, still through his clothing, until you can see his bulge twitching and bobbing in anticipation. Slow down your pace until he’s bucking his hips, raising himself to press against your tongue.
Only when he’s a crying, shaking mess of a man do you begin to undress him.
I just kinda wanna like, tie a cute boy up with pink rope and then put a hitachi on super low with that masturbation sleeve attachment on him and just kinda tape the wand to his leg or something so it can’t move and then go work on my thesis or something while listening to him moan his head off in the other room.
heat
Genre: smut Word Count: +7,8k Warnings: oral (giving and receiving), grinding, light choking, multiple orgasms, dom!junhui with sub!junhui undertones because he whines a lot Summary: your teacher forces you to make an assignment with your enemy, better known as Wen Junhui. He disappears for your second study session and you’re so stubborn that you get his address and goes to his house, but you don’t know that he didn’t show up because he’s in heat. (enemies to lovers!au and werewolf!au for our supernatural series)
God knows how much you hate Wen Junhui.
Yes, it’s a strong word. It feeds of anger, it looks red. It makes heat rush to your ears, it has the metallic taste of blood and a bitter after taste. The feeling is strong itself, unwelcoming, it makes your eyebrows furrow but you’re certain of yourself when you say that you, hate Wen Junhui.
First year of high school, and you remember just disliking him. He didn’t talk to you that much and God knows how you wished it stayed like that but by the end of the year you two cultivated a strong hatred towards the other. Last year of high school and the word are still spoken with the same tone, the same intensity as the first day, it somehow still has the same impact. It still makes your friends roll their eyes when harsh words escape your mouths, but by now the fights are just white noise, a background to their discussions. Hate is a word that goes hand in hand when someone mentions your name and his in the same phrase.
You hate how he’s so full of himself, you hate how he always has something to say, no matter what. You hate how he talks to you and most importantly, you hate how he brags about being a werewolf when a sane person would hide it as much as possible. He brags about his abilities and things you, a normal person, can’t do. He brags about the dangerous situations he gets himself into as if it’s something to be proud of, you hate how he brags about the other werewolves he beats like it’s some kind of trophy.
Overall, you feel like Junhui is a pretty shitty human being. He knows how you feel about him and definitely doesn’t do anything to change your opinion.
“It’s your fault.”, he says through his teeth. Your head snaps up from the textbook you’re reading. You have to inhale, the chemical smell takes over your sense as you try to calm down. The science class is quiet, the students whisper as they mix their ingredients and you’re not going to raise your voice at Junhui and make a scene, because you know it’s what he wants.
“Shut up and help us.”, you whisper back. You try to end the discussion there, showing the missing ingredient’s name on the textbook to your friend Jihoon, sitting the two of you. If the boy wasn’t there, the two of you would probably rip each other’s throat off or throw some chemical mixture into the other’s face. The pink haired boy hums, before going back to the line of tubes in front of him. He saw the two of you fight so many times that he isn’t even affected anymore. Truth be told, your entire group doesn’t care anymore when you two fight, if nothing gets physical, they don’t act. Your group is made of thirteen other boys and it amazes you how he still finds a way to annoy even when there’s so many other people he could talk to.
“We have to do another one because of you !”, his tone raises a bit and you give him a warning glare, your eyebrows furrow as you make eyecontact, the teacher is at his desk grading another class’ test. His glasses are low on his nose but you see him look up for a quick second when Junhui’s voice seems a bit too loud for his licking, but he goes back to his papers when the boy seems to lower his voice again, the discussion getting lost in the white noise of whispers.
“You’re the one who gave the wrong quantity !”, your eyes unconsciously go back to the failed attempt in the transparent tube, the liquid turned green instead of red, you didn’t know how such a drastic colour change could be possible, but it was Junhui’s fault. He was the one reading the textbook, his mind too busy daydreaming about what ever this idiot could think about to properly read two numbers printed black on white.
“It’s not e-“
“Can you two shut up for a second ?”, groans Jihoon, his words are sharp and unlike Junhui, you know when you shouldn’t mess with the pinked haired boy. As said, no one really comes in the way when you and Junhui are fighting but when someone does, especially Jihoon, it’s better for your own sake to shut up. You give him an apologetic smile, before handing him the next ingredient he needs as you swallow your pride and Junhui does the same as much as it hurts. You know he needs to get this experience right and get his grade up.
“Jun, give me another tube.”, asks Jihoon, his voice is still laced with annoyance. Locks of his hair are falling in front of his eyes, he looks down at the ingredient he’s weighting. The sound of the metal spatula against the glass container is the only thing heard as you two wait for Junhui, but he doesn’t move.
He’s daydreaming again, and you roll your eyes at the way he’s looking outside the window. He’s supporting his head with his hand, his arm resting on the table and it seems like he really doesn’t hear anything at the moment.
“I’ll get it”, you softly say to Jihoon, and he hums as the tip of his tongue sticks out in concentration. Your heels click on the floor as you make your way to Junhui’s side, he’s still daydreaming and doesn’t even notice your presence. With time, you’ve come to notice that Junhui tenses whenever he senses your presence, his jaw tight and eyes narrow like he’s sending all hells to you.
And you’re not surprised when he does so, his shoulders tense but it’s like sparks fly between the two of you when he grips the writs of your hand holding the tube he failed to give Jihoon.
“I’ll give it.”, he says, and you roll your eyes for the th time. He’s acting like a child, and you search for his eyes hiding under his dirty blonde hair.
“Be quicker next time.”, you try to brush it off and tug your hand away but he doesn’t let go. You inhale through your nose and somehow your heart quickens, you hate how his grip isn’t hard at all, his hand actually feels soft against your skin but he manages to keep you still. The warmth of his hand moves from your wrist to your fingers and your eyes widen when his hand is directly on yours. Jihoon is still not looking at the two of you but it’s the whole class that looks up from their work to watch what’s happening as the noise of glass shattering and falling on the floor is heard.
“Junhui what the fuck ?”, is the only thing that leaves your mouth before a sharp paint takes over, your hand pressed on the other and you whine out loud. The teacher’s attention is immediately caught and he looks at the three of you. Jihoon looks semi surprised semi done with this shit, Junhui has the remain of the glass tube in his hand, a shocked look on his face and you’re just in pure pain as blood starts to drip on the floor.
The teacher rushes to you, his small heels clicking on the floor and his first concern is the piece of glass still in your palm, everything goes too quickly as he asks too many questions, Jihoon rushes to get the nurse and Mingyu rushes out because he just can’t stand the sight of blood. Small red dots sink in the fabric of your white blouse and you silently curse Junhui now that your blouse is practically ruined. Junhui’s still frozen on his spot and for once he doesn’t say anything as the nurse wraps your hand in bandage and checks his. You don’t say anything when the teacher floods you with questions again.
“You two need to pay for another tube, and I’ll give you an assignment to do at home.”, starts the teacher. He brings his glasses up and you nod, it’s the only thing you can do at the moment.
“You’ll have to do it together.”
He hates you.
After a few years in the same class, it had to happen, but having to do an assignment with Junhui felt like the worst thing that could happen to you. You wonder if you did something to the teacher for him to put you in such a situation, it feels like he back stabbed you. You wonder if you did something wrong to the universe to end up in this mess. Something you can’t quiet identity grows in the pit of your stomach and in your throat whenever you think about having to spend a few hours with him, alone. Thinking about it now, you two never got to be alone together, and it was for the best. Someone from your group was always there, almost like someone keeping things tamed or stopping the fights whenever it got too much. A sigh leaves your lips and you hope that he will be able to contain himself and not jump to your throat at any occasion so you two can finish this paper as soon as possible and act like nothing happened afterwards. You really don’t want to do this, you feel obligated and you wished you could disappear or just run away from your responsibilities. The feeling grows even more when a few cold texts are enough to set a time and place to meet Junhui outside of the high school.
You start losing hope when you look at your watch, your face hiding a little bit more in your scarf as you wait outside the library. You quickly type on your phone, your finger cold and your fingertips can’t feel the screen of your phone anymore.
[12:13] from you; to junhui : where are you idiot ?
It’s the third text, and you can’t believe how someone can be this late when they’re literally a werewolf that could probably run super fast, that said, you didn’t know a lot about werewolves. You can’t help but think back about how you found out about Junhui being a werewolf. It was at the end of the first year of high school, Seungkwan insisted in having a sleepover with the rest of the group, like having 14 people sleep in a small apartment was a good idea. Seungkwan was the one that got drunk the fastest and eventually slipped the secret out. You remember not believing him at first, convinced that the 13 other boys were playing a prank on you. At first, Junhui was okay with you thinking that it was a joke, but when you poked his ego with an “I can’t believe you have to lie to get some attention.” that he showed off for the first time. You vividly remember his teeth getting longer and fear took over your stomach, until Mingyu went to him to pat his head like he was a good dog. He wasn’t dangerous at all, and someone your curiosity picked.
But far in your mind, you remembered the tiny sting that picked in your heart when you thought about the fact that they all knew and you were the one out of the group for the moment.
“Let’s go.”
A voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up, a not so rushed Junhui walked in front of you. Dirty blonde hair parted to reveal his forehead, black turtle neck and black coat, he doesn’t even give you a look and walks inside the library.
“You’re a bit late, don’t you think ?”, you can’t help but make him notice, after all he made you wait almost a quarter of an hour outside in the cold. You two enter the library, the hot air warms your body and your shoulders shiver a bit. The blue carpet sinks a bit under your weight, the library smells like book as usual and you greet the librarian with a smile as you make your way to the first floor.
“Sorry ‘bout that.”, and that’s the only thing he can think about. You roll your eyes and pray that the rest of the day won’t be like this.
But it is. In fact, you don’t even know how to qualify it.
The tension is thick in the air, you’re almost afraid to talk in the beginning. Junhui’s sitting in front of you, and you get disturbed with how close he is. You don’t remember being this close to him, ever. The table you’re both sitting on is small, his knees brush against yours and the first time it happens you can’t help but straighten your back and look away. He doesn’t mind at all and continue his work, his knees continue to brush against yours from time to time and at some point your legs are trapped between his.
The thing is, no one starts any fight. Maybe it’s because you’re in a library and he wants to stay quiet, but then you remember when he got the two of you kicked out of one during a study session with Chan, leaving the youngest alone. It’s strangely peaceful and calm, if you forget the tension.
You don’t know if he’s doing it on purpose either, when you’re reading something, following the line with your pointer and he moves your hand with his. His skin is warm, gentle as he shows you the answer you’re looking for. He’s missing with your mind and you fight with yourself to keep your mind on the science book you’re reading. You hate how your own skin’s getting hotter and hotter as his breath ghosts over your neck when he leans over your shoulder, and most surprisingly, he’s…nice ?
You take it as a joke at first, an eyebrow raised as he talks to you like he’s talking to Minghao or Mingyu. He seems too nice, and fuck you’re confused. At the end, more than half of the assignment is done, one more session and you’re done with all of this. But the day leaves you with question as you wonder how the fuck Junhui went from snarky comments at every occasion to helping you picking a book on the shelf.
Thin strings holding your ambiguous relationship snap at every new facet you discover, every small gesture, another one snaps when he smiles when he leaves.
[10:37 pm] from jihoon; to you : no one died ? [10:37 pm] from jihoon; to you : that’s a surprise
And you can’t help but laugh at Jihoon’s text. Laying in your bed, the soft duvet calming your body, you quickly type a respond. Telling him that you’re as surprised, you don’t tell him how you felt, somehow feeling stupid. It’s a strange feeling when Junhui’s the only thing in your mind, and you can’t figure out if it’s a pleasant feeling or not.
[10:39 pm] from jihoon; to you : i don’t understand why you two hate each other
You don’t know either
Or maybe you do. Because the next day, everything Junhui built in your imagination in the course of a few hours, breaks. He isn’t responding to your text and little by little you feel like he only created an illusion and only managed to pull it for a day. Your shoe taps on the floor as you wait for him. The libraries silent and you feel a bit out of place since everyone’s working on something and you’re waiting with nothing but your phone on the table you both were yesterday.
[12:49 pm] from you; to junhui : junhui istg
It’s probably the 23th message you sent him, after all, he was almost fifty minutes late. Anger takes over annoyance quickly when you see the small text under his name telling you that he was online this morning, so he didn’t over sleep. You’re about to send a message to the group, thing you didn’t want to do since you didn’t feel like bringing other people in the situation, when the two check mark turn blue, and your fingers work on the screen to find some insult you didn’t already send.
But he’s quicker
[12:51 pm] from junhui; to you : i cant come today
And you can’t help but laugh at his weak attempt to escape. The young boy sitting a few meters away from you gives you a look before going back to his work.
[12:52 pm] from you; to junhui : do you really think youre getting away like that ?
The check marks immediately turn blue, so he has the conversation opened. However, he takes an awfully long time to respond, he’s typing, stops, types again, stops again.
You’re trying to figure out what excuse he will send next. He’s sick ? His car broke down ? He got kidnapped ?
[12:54 pm] from junhui; to you : im sick i cant get out
And, you were right. You roll your eyes, another annoyed laugh coming out of your mouth. Really, you two know each other since the beginning of high school, he may be stubborn but he knows you’re as stubborn, maybe even more.
[12:55 pm] from you; to junhui : give me your address
Definitely more. The check marks turn blue again and he takes a moment to respond, you have to bring your finger down to refresh the page. You give a look at your bag laying on the floor, still closed. You never went to his house, most of the time, Seugkwan and Seokmin were the one holding the parties and sleepovers. You’re about to send him another text but the one he sends you makes you truly laugh.
[12:57 pm] from junhui; to you : y/n for real its dangerous
He thinks he’s scaring you ? He thinks a small message like that can dissuade you ? Boy is he wrong. Your mind is set, you will finish this assignment with him. Maybe he wants you to finish it alone but fuck that. You’re not doing this alone, it’s like giving him a good grade a golden plate. An idea pops in your mind and you exit the conversation, your finger pressing on Jihoon’s name
[01:01 pm] from you; to jihoon : whats junhuis address ?
And that’s how you found yourself in front of his home. You don’t know what you expected, probably an apartment in the city. But you’re in front of a house, the garden is green in front of it, a bunch of roses new the barrier. There’s a good space separating his house from his neighbour’s, and the street seems really quiet. You have to look at the address Jihoon sent you again to check the number, but you’re in front of the right house. You notice how there’s no car in front of it, the curtains of the living room are closed but you notice that one of the room of the first floor has it curtains opened.
[01:34 pm] from jihoon; to you : keys under the carpet
And you smile at Jihoon’s text, he always got your back. And he’s right, as you arrive in front of the door, you just have to kneel and find the small key laying there. But as you’re about to turn the key in the lock, you find yourself thinking. You’re kind of breaking in. But your original thoughts kick back in when you think about the tube you’ll have to pay for and this damn assignment. Your grip on your backpack tightens as you turn the key, the door opening to a dark living room. In the darkness, you can distinguish three couches in front of a tv, but most importantly, three different doors and you curse under your breath tryi-
“Y/N ?”
Your body jolts backwards at the strong voice, your back against the very door you just opened and you didn’t realised the cold sweat forming on your hairline. You feel like your heart is struck in your throat and you wonder if it’s not a bad idea after all. You even take a moment to recognise Junhui’s voice, it’s coming from upstairs, as you suspected him to be there, but it sounds lower and makes a chill run down your spin.
“Y/n, I know it’s you.”
How the fuck ? You’re sure he didn’t see you through the window. Or maybe Jihoon told him, he backstabbed you ?
Is voice bounces on the walls of the house, and you find yourself walking towards one of the door.
“What the fuck are you doing here ?”, his voice gets louder as you get closer, and you take a step back when you here a strange noise coming from upstairs. You look up at the ceiling and it’s like he’s dragging something metallic on the floor.
“We need to finish that assignment !”, is the only justification you can find. You open the door and see daylight coming from all the way up, maybe the attic. The small stair made of marble turns to somewhere you can’t see.
“Where are you ?”, you ask, taking careful steps on the stairs, your heart is beating against your ribcage like it’s about to break out and you can’t help but think that he will come out of somewhere and jumpscare you.
He doesn’t answer yet you can hear the faint noise of him breathing heavily, and moving something on the floor. And you’re scared, what the fuck is he doing ? It either sounds like he was jacking off a few moments before you entered or like he’s dragging a body and as much as you hate to say it, you would much rather have it be the first one. You’re finally on the first floor, white walls and four doors and you immediately see which one is Junhui’s, the closed door. The only think you can hear is your heart beating and your uneven breath, somehow you fell like something’s wrong. The feeling gets even stronger when Junhui speaks again.
“Open the door.”, and the words actually hold you from opening the door. His voice changed so quickly, from angry to sweet. You never heard him told to you like that, yet he sounds breathless and way too welcoming. You’re still frozen in front of his door, it’s like you can feel the tension inside, you feel something. Your hand’s on the cold door when he speaks again.
“Y/n, come in.”, and the way he says your name makes your eyebrows raise. He’s almost singing it…almost moaning it ? Is he in pain ? The last thought and your body acts on his own, your hand pushing the door and god you wished you never did. Your mouth hangs open, you have too many things to say like, what the fuck ? What is this ? What is going on ? Are you okay ? But no words come out of your lips as he looks up.
His eyes are piercing under locks, his hair got wavy and you assume it’s because of how hot it is in his room. His skin indeed looks glowy because of sweat but it’s not what catches your attention when you first enter, rather, it’s the thick and black leather wrapped around his torso, and the grey iron around the wrist of his hands his holding on his knees. You see the chains coming together behind him, disappearing somewhere in the wall. So that was what he was dragging. “What the fuck ?”
You finally break the silence, the door shuts behind you and you keep your hand on your backpack. Your eyes are wide and apparently it amuses Junhui, his tongue drags on his bottom lip his hand hanging to the side.
“Y/N”, he sounds breathless, yet a smirk forces on his lips. You don’t even understand how he still manages to keep this attitude in such a situation.
“Darling can you please help me with these ?”, he purrs and holds his hands in front of him, a small pout forms on his lips. You look at his hands again, before his head move towards something on the floor.
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not to be thirsty on main but i would love a little kiss on the forehead
Han pulling out of cheollies mouth to slap his cock on his face and after a few slaps han just smirks as he pisses all over cheols face. Poor baby is all ready embarrassed but now he definitely feels filthy and loves every minute of it and hopes some gets in his mouth.. han even starts back fucking cheols throat as he pisses
OH MY GOD I WAS LITERALLY JUST CRAVING HAN PISSING ON CHEOL GOD BLESS YOU ANON I’m craving even more asks on it so…. wink wonk….
F u c k pissing all over cheollies face and cheol squeaks and looks up at him all pretty ,,,, eyes fluttering shut as it sprays hot all over his face ,,,, and f u c k han shoving his cock down his throat and continuing to piss and cheollie mewls and suckles lightly to coax more out of him
Suckling on the tip of his cock to get every little last drop
And when hans done he’s chuckling down at cheollie who’s soaking wet and all dirty and calling him disgusting and messy and dirty and cheollie blushes and bites his lips
Do you ever just wanna sit in someones lap and straddle them but not even in the sexy way, in the I just wanna wrap myself around you and lay my head on your shoulder with my face pressed against your neck you kinda way
just wanna sit on his lap and feel him get hard
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yall haven’t written the next chapter of ur fanfic and it really shows