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the hallway is dark, just the low hum of a flickering green sign washing over the walls- EXIT, ironically enough. your back hits the cold surface, breath hitching as junwoo’s hands cage you in. he’s close. too close. close enough that the heat from his skin burns through your clothes and makes your thoughts splinter like glass under pressure.
he doesn’t say anything. just looks at you with that unreadable gaze, lips parted, eyes dragging over your face like he’s starving and you’re the meal.
then his hand curls around your jaw- and it’s over.
the kiss hits like a punch- messy, raw, teeth clashing at first from how fast he dives in. like he’s been waiting all night. all week. all life. his lips are hot, wet, unrelenting. the faint taste of mint and chapstick makes your head spin. his tongue slides against yours with filthy ease, no rhythm, no patience, just want. you gasp, and he swallows it greedily.
his hands are everywhere- threaded in your hair, gripping your waist, dragging you in like he’s trying to merge your bodies into one.
a low groan rips from his throat, and it shatters you.
he pulls back, just barely, lips red and slick, spit connecting your mouths in a shameless little string.
junwoo pulls back from the kiss, pupils blown, lips red and swollen. his hands are trembling, barely-contained energy thrumming through his body like he might snap. he looks at you like he’s trying to remember why this isn’t already happening in a locked room with a bed and hours to kill before he leans back in.
the kiss doesn’t slow down. if anything, it gets worse- more tongue, more teeth, more need. you’re both breathless but neither of you care. his hands roam like he owns you, like your body is his to explore and ruin.
then his thigh shifts. presses right up between your legs, firm and perfectly placed. the skirt you wore today, that short little thing that felt innocent when you left the house, now feels weaponized.
you freeze for half a second, breath catching. he notices.
“come on, baby.” he purrs, voice hoarse and wrecked, letting his forehead drop against yours. “fucking use me.”
it’s an order- an invitation.
your hips move before your brain catches up- grinding down slow, testing. the pressure is instant, divine. a low whimper escapes your lips and junwoo groans, loud and guttural, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise.
you roll your hips again, needier this time, friction dragging right where you want it- right where you need it. his thigh flexes under you, muscle straining, and you nearly collapse.
he loves it. you can feel it in the way his fingers dig into your skin, the way his lips find your neck and bite down like he’s branding you.
when he pulls back his gaze drops to your thighs. bare. pressed together. squeezed under your skirt like they’re begging to be touched.
his eyes darken, “my turn.”
your breath catches. you obey.
he steps further between your legs, fingers gripping your waist tight as he presses forward- until you feel it. him. hard, thick, dragging against your inner thighs through his jeans, and then suddenly it’s skin- he’s already undoing his belt, already hissing through his teeth as he fists his dick and lines it up.
“fuck,” he mutters as he pushes your thighs back together around him, your soft skin hugging his length. “you feel so warm. so fucking soft.”
he thrusts once. slow. testing. and you both gasp.
it’s messy, filthy, so wrong it feels perfect. his cock slides between your thighs, wet from his own precum and the heat of you, your thighs squeezed around him as tightly as you can manage. the sound of skin on skin echoes in the quiet, each roll of his hips more desperate, more needy.
“‘m not even inside you,” he groans, forehead dropping to your shoulder. “and i’m already losing my fucking mind.”
you can feel how badly he wants it- the tension in his grip, the way he grinds harder, deeper, chasing friction like a man starved. his length keeps catching on your slick skin, dragging over your folds with every thrust, every pulse of his hips making you twitch beneath him.
“you like this?” he pants. “like being used like this? just a pretty little thing to fuck?”
you moan, nearly sobbing. you’re so wet you can practically feel it dripping down your thighs, the obscene slide of him getting faster, rougher. his hands grip your ass now, pulling you closer, holding your thighs exactly how he wants them while he ruts through like he’s seconds from breaking.
“gonna cum,” he growls. “fuck- gonna make a mess all over you.”
and he does- with a low, wrecked groan, hips stuttering, cock twitching between your thighs as he spills hot and heavy across your skin. it’s sticky, everywhere, and he just keeps moving, dragging the head of his cock through the mess he made like he’s trying to brand you with it.
by the time he stops, breathless and trembling, you’re wrecked. not even touched properly, but ruined all the same.
( in which your desk mate's mysterious demeanour peaks your interest ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 1475 words : strangers(?) to lovers + supernatural + fluff : this is very personal, i just feel takuma has a vampiric aura in his eyes and i love it 😈 hope whoever reads enjoys there will 100% be a continuation. idc if no one reads lol.
It was always the same, you weren’t one to enjoy change, but this was one of those things that you wished would stop. The vacant seat beside you was about to be assigned to one of your lucky classmates, and if this year was any different than the last you would be sitting beside anyone except him.
The odds were in your favor, statistically you should be safe, but you had gone through this process of hoping and praying only to get disappointed since middle school. You didn’t even want to bother listening to the name the teacher was about to call out, you knew it would be the same.
“Sato Takuma, S12.”
As if everyone had been anticipating it, mummers erupted around the room. You watched him make his way over to you, taking his seat without acknowledging you.
It had become a universal issue, though your reasons differed no one wanted to see the both of you seated together in the future.
Takuma was somewhat the face of the school, just by mentioning the school’s name to any other high schooler in town Takuma’s name would eventually be brought up. Even if you wanted to stay ignorant to his charm, you couldn’t get away with it.
You on the other hand, were just a “lucky” girl, that’s how people knew you, the lucky girl that spends her days beside Takuma. Anything else wasn’t as interesting to the general public.
Despite being this lucky, your relationship with your dear desk mate never crossed the polite greetings stage, and there were no chances of that changing.
There had always been a distance between the two of you that you couldn’t get across, you never found much interest in the popular faces at school, and he only payed attention to those who were interested in him. It was a lucky game for you both to end up so close, yet so far.
Naturally your interest grew, it was hard not to glance over at him between breaks, he just stood out. Your interest towards him however, was different than your peers who just enjoyed being around a pretty face. Something about him felt strange, his quiet demeanor, his calculated gaze, it all felt intentional like he was trying to distract others from something else.
The absurdity of the thought always made you push it deep into your mind, brushing it off as your usual overthinking. Another year beside him meant another year of ignoring that feeling.
The only break you had away from him was PE, there were fortunately no desk-mates during PE, so despite your low endurance you tried your best to enjoy the class. Unfortunately luck was not on your side on your first day of class, and enjoying volleyball came at the cost of a ball flying straight towards your face.
You managed to stumble a few steps backwards without falling but the aching sensation in your nose was enough to make you give up on academics as a whole. The small crowd that formed around you only made the situation worse, the loud murmurs echoing in your ears as you held on to your burning nose.
“Are you okay?” You could barely make out the sound of his voice as you looked around the crowd trying to find the source of the sound. All the faces around you only made you feel trapped, you tried walking away but you could barely coordinate your feet.
A hand wrapped around your wrist and you were suddenly pulled out of the crowd, you tried to search his face, but your vision had completely blurred.
“You should be more careful y/n.” It was the same voice you had heard in the crowd, you could hear him clearly now. It was a familiar voice, but the words made you doubt yourself.
As you walked beside him, you couldn’t help noticing how careful he was as he guided you through the halls, every once in a while he would glance at you with a slight frown in his eyebrows before quickening his pace slightly.
The door was open once you got there, and the windows as well, letting in a soft late summer breeze. As you walked inside you felt his hand loosen its grip, and your wrist fell back to your side like none of it had happened.
A loud sigh brought your attention back up, glancing around the room you realized it was empty. When your eyes turned to him, you realized you hadn’t actually seen his face since he grabbed your hand in the gym, suddenly the realization hit you.
You were no different from the 100 other girls in the school, all the thoughts that ran through your mind were just entertaining your true feelings. He glowed in the sunlight, a hint of worry in his eyes as he looked at you immediately washed away as his gaze shifted to the door.
“You should rest, the nurse should be here soon.” You wanted to make sense out of this, you had spent years beside him convincing yourself he didn’t care about you, and now he’s calling you by your name. It would be easier to believe that he was just toying with you, instead of trying to convince yourself he meant anything by it.
“Thanks.” You said it with a soft smile ready to watch him walk out the door, but his eyes met yours narrowing slightly as if he was confused by your reaction.
You watched as his eyes traveled lower on your face, his lips parting as he took a step towards you. Your eyes widened and instinctively your body moved backwards, you had never seen this side of him, impatient and desperate.
His breath felt cold against your skin, you couldn’t help yourself from inching away from him, it didn’t feel like simple lust at that moment. The feeling of the cold bed railing pressed against your shin making you fall back on the bed resting on your arms as you looked up at him in surrender.
“I hate that look.” He frowned as he looked down at you, his hand reaching for your face, “I’m being careful with you, that’s not fair.”
You felt paralyzed, you couldn’t think straight watching him lean closer to your face, that was when you tasted it, the metallic flavor on your tongue. Blood. You watched him smile at your realization, a genuine smile, his head tilting to the side along with it.
He swiped his thumb on the spot under your nose where the blood had painted your skin red, bringing the crimson liquid to his lips, relishing your authentic taste.
“Huh? That’s new?” A bright smile grew on his lips, flashing his sharp canines. You felt your heart drop, your words stuck in your throat as you tried to make sense out of what you had experienced.
“I’ve been leaving you hints though, don’t tell me you just realized?” His eyes lingered down to your neck, eyeing it for a second before meeting yours again. Your eyes shook with fear, blatantly searching the room for a way to escape him.
He let out a sigh, clicking his fingers in front of your face to bring your attention back, in that second you could clearly see the truth, his eyes’ usual brown had faded into a deep red, his skin paler than ever. Unconsciously your fingers reached up towards his face, hoping that it would all disappear and you would wake up from this absurd dream.
He watched as your fingers came closer, waiting for the shaky breath that would escape your lips once you realized how real it was. Your fingers pressed on his skin, and worry washed across your face, wracking your brain for a logical explanation for the situation you were in.
The cold feeling of his hands wrapping around your wrist made you weary, a part of you made you want to believe that he wasn’t going to hurt you, so you didn’t bother fighting it. Your gaze followed him as he brought your wrist to his lips, taking in the smell of your blood flowing through your veins.
“I hope you don’t mind if I take a sip, I like your flavour the most.” His fangs trailed gently along your wrist, you wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was pounding, if he was truly the same guy you had spent all those years with, if you were going to die.
Before you could find an answer to either of those questions, the nurse room door swung open, and your hand followed, leaving his grip as he noticed the other presence in the room.
You didn’t bother waiting a second longer before you rushed out the office, the only thought in your mind being escaping him.
jerking off a sub! dohyun >< he's so whiny and u can see tears forming in his eyes..
ANONNN please spare me even a little bit of sanity 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
okay me. i like the thought of mean doho but that’s a topic for another day i do think he has subby days too! and i fully believe he would be the sweetest baby ever when he’s subbing for you :(
he just wants to cum!! when you decide to play with sub dohyun and jerk him off slowly, speeding up when he gets closer to his release, then stopping, you can see the tears brim his eyes the second he feels his orgasm ebbing away.
“n-no y/n please! been so good, just wanna c-cum.. was so good for you.." you almost felt bad at the state of your cute boyfriend, his face red and tear stained alongside his messy hair and heavy breaths.
"i know doho i know, you're so good for me always, so why don't you hold on a little longer hm? i know you can do it, sweetheart." you cooed at the boy as your hand began to speed up again on his cock.
"please let me cum.. please!" dohyun was now in tears, so riled up and messy from the game you've been playing with him.
"okay baby, since you said please. cum for me, my sweet angel." you softly spoke to him as his moans went up an octave and he came so hard his legs were shaking/
"thank you so much.." he cried in pleasure as your hand slowed down once more, giving him time to ride out his high.
"i love you so much, baby, always such a good boy for me, yeah?" you looked down at the cum stained, tired boy, and he looked up at you with the softest, sweetest eyes and mumbled a small "i love you too"
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soz was this bad and ended a bit abruptly waaaa i love doho i want to kiss his stupid pretty face
(when you need to decompress after a long day ๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) : 150 - 250 words : fluff + established relationship + comfort : i love these guys sm, thinking about each of their reactions was kinda hard though. eight members. hope you enjoy anyways feedback is always appreciated!!
most days when you'd get home you would find jinsu on the couch waiting for you before he went on with his own nightly duties, sometimes staying up late just to make sure he'd see you walk in through the front door. on those days when you'd come in a bit later than usual, he'd meet you at the front door the moment he'd here the light jingle of your keys outside the door. he liked seeing the smile that would show up on your lips at the sight of him grabbing your bags, relieving you of that weight, knowing that he could make you smile despite your obvious exhaustion was reassuring.
you didn't ever have to do anything on days like that, not that you ever did in the first place, but he always made sure you had anything you needed so you didn't feel anymore unnecessary stress. he'd let you settle down in your room, while he'd prepare dinner for you. by the time you're done taking a warm shower, the aroma filled smell of a meal you had been subconsciously craving would settle in. you would eat to your heart's content and feel all the tension in your body from the long day ease out.
after all that you relax together in bed, his arms wrapped around you as you watch a movie caressing you gently into a deep slumber.
knowing how tasking your days can get chael is always a step ahead, he makes sure that at least once a month you're able to release all that pent up stress. even though it isn't a weekly relief he makes it worthwhile, booking a day for the both of you to spend at a spa. he always makes sure to book the full set so you can get the full treatment, massages, facials, manicures and pedicures, all for you to enjoy for a day. the spa intentionally happens to be a town away from yours, just so you can enjoy the inevitable sleep that comes with long drives.
on every other day when you're not at the spa resting every single muscle in your body, he doesn't just let you live with the built up tiredness from the day. he'll help you settle in taking care of you till you get in bed, preparing a mug with your favourite hot drink for you to drink. once you're in bed, he takes care on relieving your muscles for the time being, he somehow has the most skilled hands and you can feel yourself drifting off to sleep.
luckily for you he doesn't stop till your quiet snores fill the room, he tucks you in perfectly before placing a gentle kiss on your pursed lips.
takuma always tries to be as helpful as he can, so when he can tell you had a time during the day he's even more attentive to your needs. he lets you talk about your day to him freely, occasionally giving you a hum in agreement, trying his best to make you feel in confidence. you let him reassure you and listen to his advice on the issues you may have had. he's never too overbearing, just giving you the right amount of validation and gradually helping you get your mind off whatever was bothering you.
as you talk together, he makes sure to prepare you something to eat for the evening so you can rest well. you end up feeling a lot better after a meal, you stay together with him on the living room couch watching one of your comfort shows. you let him take off your makeup for you while you discuss the show together reminiscing about other times you had seen it.
after a while you fall asleep there on the couch, and he gets you a blanket, covers you up carefully trying not to wake you up.
the moment you walk in through the front door letting out a deep sigh junwoo knows not to bother you too much as he usually would, but it doesn’t stop him from teasing you just enough to get you smiling. along with his light jokes, like making fun of the way you pout your lips when you’re annoyed, he finds a way to help you with you even realizing most of the time. one second he’s teasing you from the noisy grumble coming from your stomach and the next he’s setting the table with a meal for you.
he tries his best to be subtle in the ways he intervenes so you don’t feel an overbearing feeling. despite the fact that you are dating, he knows that you like having your own space especially on long days so he helps in small useful ways, balancing it out with lighthearted teasing. most of the time he’s just keeping his eyes on you, staying attentive and at your disposal in case you might need his help.
you do things at your own pace with him, he’ll gladly be your pillow when your ready to sleep, holding you close as you fall asleep on his chest.
dohyun is just a big listener, so whenever you feel like venting he’s always ready hear what it is you have to say. it feels like a care free chat with a friend whenever you talk about your day to him. he manages to keep you grounded while being on your side at the same time. at times he’ll take you for a drive around the city after dark so you can enjoy the cool evening breeze while listening to music that suits your mood.
you usually end your drives at a nice car camping spot after grabbing a quick meal from a drive through restaurant. you rest in the car talking about anything and everything just to get your mind of the day that you had. he’ll make sure to make you laugh at least a few times before you fall asleep mid conversation.
he drives you back carefully, avoiding every bump on the road, just so you can enjoy your car nap. once you get home he helps you get ready for bed while you’re still half asleep, and gets you in bed for the rest of the night.
ian really just keeps a watchful eye on you, he doesn’t try to intervene in places you obviously might not need his help in. so he watches you as you go about your small end of day tasks, and gladly lends a helping hand when needed. it’s not like you need to audibly ask for his help, he just knows when it’s right to help. if you warm leftovers in the microwave to eat for dinner he’ll bring you the ice cream at the end of your meal, clearing the table in the same beat.
most of all he tries not to get in your way, but he’s supervising you because he understands you could value the space more than the possible mess that could come from him helping too much.
eunho is just the type to text you at least once when you’re out during the day, so he usually knows in advance if your day went well or not. in some ways he’s the ideal malewife, in the care he will put into taking care of you just to make you feel even the slightest bit better. he’ll make sure you get everything you need before you ask for it so even your lips are relaxed. if he senses you had even a bit of a bad day, he’ll make sure to prepare a warm bath for you. he’ll time it perfectly so when you get home, it’ll be the perfect temperature just waiting for you to get in.
he’s totally the type to want to feed you just so you don’t have to do it yourself, but he’ll only do it if you really want it. he’s extremely attentive to your needs, if it’s cold he’ll make sure to heat up the bedroom for you, get you a heating pack just incase. even with all this he doesn’t feel too overbearing because he somehow manages to set everything up without you noticing, so it just feels natural.
all the way to bed he makes sure to tuck you in, snuggling close to you as you fall asleep together.
with eunseop you don’t actually need him to do anything, some days just the thought of knowing that he’d be waiting for you when you got home would be enough to make all the exhaustion from the day to wash away. he makes sure to be there when you get home, ready at the door for the moment you step in with a warm welcoming smile. so once you open the door and see that sweet face you feel so much better no matter how your day went, it’s almost magical the way he can make your whole day do a 360° in just the way he looks at you.
it’s not until you feel his arms wrap around you in a hug that you genuinely feel the happiness settling in. there you find happiness in every thing and let go of all the troubles plaguing your mind before. he gives you gentle pats on your head as you rest there in his arms, wishing you could stay there forever. luckily for you he never really leaves your side, holding onto your hand as get out of the hug.
