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[yunhotteoks]

THE BUS RIDE.

the rules were simple: try and get the other person turned on by the end of the bus ride with only the use of words. lose, and you have to face the request of the winners choosing.

[ (ateez) jung wooyoung x reader ] nsfw | one shot, bf!wooyoung, competition, pining(?), female reader | warning/s: smut, roleplay, teasing

the bus cruised silently down the street, the dim gleam of the moonlight casted a shadow over the vehicle as it stayed stationary, waiting for the departure of some of the remaining passengers. the sound of the rain became more apparent as the bus doors hastily opened.

“how long till we get there?” you tiredly asked, your eyes closed as you rested your head on wooyoung’s shoulder, hoping to pack in as much sleep as possible before arriving at your destination.

“not for another hour, i think. you should try to get some sleep.” he said barely above a whisper, his head on top of yours and a hand resting comfortingly on your thigh.

you drowsily watched through the condensed window next to you as streaks of pure white cracked against a stormy blanket of gray, and sighed as you lifted your head from his shoulder, making his fall forward and back. “i can’t sleep with that commotion going on outside.”

your back leaned against the cold glass allowing your gaze to fall in wooyoung’s tired and confused features as he watched you stir around, attempting to find a comfortable position in your seat.

“i can sleep just fine. just come back to me.” he pouts.

“wooyoung,” a long-suffering sigh left your lips, “how about a game to pass the time?” you suggested, his interest immediately piqued as your eyes glimmered with excitement. wooyoung was always one for games especially when it came to you. the both of you were very competitive and very stubborn when you wanted to be, but wooyoung found it almost endearing.

“what were you thinking?” now sitting up in his seat, anticipation laced in his voice. he grinned knowing your mind churned with with possibilities.

you hummed, pondering for a few moments before thinking of the perfect game. a small yet mischievous smile ghosted on your lips, “i’ve got it.”

the rules were simple: try and get the other person turned on by the end of the bus ride, practically begging for your touch with only the use of words. lose, and you have to face the request of the winners choosing.

“what does the winner get?” wooyoung asked, his asymmetrical brown eyes alit with curiosity.

“whatever they want. winners choice.” you said eagerly. you could sense the confidence in wooyoung’s voice which only caused your desire to win to increase. “scared of a little game jung wooyoung?”

a small chuckle escaped his lips at the sound of your banter as if he already was claiming his victory. “i think i have a little more self-restraint than you do jagiya.”

“you’d be surprised.” you said, almost amused as you called his bluff. “so, who’s going first?”

“you’re the one that chose the game. by all means, i’m all ears.”

your knowing gaze traced his features as you let out a small and frustrated sigh. "stubborn.” you whispered under your breath.

your voice dropped in volume, aware of the remaining passengers on the bus as you shifted closer to wooyoung.

"a quiet bus at night, much like this one as it nears closer to midnight.” you began setting the scene, your eyes now transfixed on the necklace wrapped around your neck as you toyed with the pendant between your fingers. "the car is almost empty, the lighting is dim as it’s accompanied with the gleam of the moon casting down on us.”

dropping the pendant from your hands, your fingers grazed down your chest, your mind concentrating on nothing but the fantasy unfolding in your thoughts.

"and we’re quiet, there is only one other couple far up in the front, so we took a chance.”

wooyoung’s pulse quickened for a small moment as surprise washed over his features at the scene you described, knowing where it was heading. “you’d like that?” he asked lowly. his tone stayed filled with amusement as he attempted to taunt you.

"don’t get too heated already wooyoung, it’s only a story.” a ghost of a smile played on your lips knowing full well how your words were already affecting him without using the slightest touch. you continued. "i’m wearing that skirt that you like, the one that smoothly encircle around my waist, and makes my legs look longer.” your mind faltered as you imagined wooyoung’s hands brush away the hair that gracefully fell on your shoulders, his fingers tauntingly toying with the waistband of your skirt as he slowly slides it up your thigh.

"i couldn’t wait. i had to have you at that moment.” he muttered as he begun his own narrative, adding to your fantasy.

your gaze instantly found wooyoung’s once again, the sound of his voice snapping you out of your mindless trance. "you- you can’t add onto it, you have to wait your turn.” you muttered, avoiding the subtle ache building between your legs with every moment that passed.

"i wasn’t aware that was a rule.” a small smirk threatened wooyoung’s lips, knowing he caught you off guard.

"well, i’m making it a rule.”

he shook his head in disagreement. "the games already started y/n, you can’t change the rules now.” his eyes glinted with taunt as he spoke. but you knew exactly what wooyoung was trying to do, he was just as determined to win as you were.

"well i-" you were quick to argue, but your voice was instantly cut off by the sound of wooyoung’s.

"no need to get upset. just keep going.”

you huffed but eventually complied as you brought your attention back to the task at hand. "you looked around, making sure there were no lingering eyes, before your hand trailed up my leg, brushing against the inside of my thigh, the rings wrapped around your fingers burning into my skin and causing a whimper to fall from my lips.”

“you do seem to like my hands huh.” wooyoung teased with a small smirk, causing you to send him a warning look. your pulse raced as you thought about what to say next.

"then you dip your head and bite my neck gently. my hand grips your wrist as i let out a low moan, forcing myself to be quiet while your hand continues its journey under my skirt. you dragged a single digit and toyed with the delicate material of my panties, your rings grazing against my exposed heat. your fingers trailed through my dewy hot lips, finger circling my slit before plunging in, knuckle deep. my breathing began deepening as you continuously rolled my clit between your fingers, eyes fluttering at the sensation. soon the pleasure began dulling and… and- and then...”

your voice begun to falter as you became trapped in your mind, the mixture of exhaustion from lack of sleep and sudden arousal from the game caused you to become distracted, losing your train of thought.

“-and then i slowly pull my fingers out of you, sucking obscenely on them just to annoy you.” wooyoung finished for you. his voice was low, more prominent than before as his words sent you into a tailspin of lust.

you playfully rolled your eyes at his new addition to the story because he damn well would. you swallowed thickly as you watched the rest of the fantasy unfold in your mind. his pants undone, your knees on either side of his thighs as his hands comfortingly rested around your hips. your face buried in the crook of his shoulder as you fought back any sounds that threatened to escape your pouty lips.

"what happened next jagi?” he curiously muttered, encouraging you, knowing that it would only further your desire. but you refused to fall for it.

"it works. so i don’t offer to help you out, and you don’t ask for any favors.” you shot back mockingly, your fingers returning to your necklace as you mindlessly fumbled with the pendant, the stone reflecting against the dull lighting.

wooyoung chuckles at your words as he still goes next. "but it was still so good. so fucking good.”

"always.” you finished. your gaze returned to wooyoung’s as your eyes crept with just a hint of lust and a touch of curiosity. "wooyoung, would you ever...?”

"would i ever what?” he questioned, a boyish grin threatened his lips knowing exactly what you were asking.

you scoffed before playfully, nudging his shoulder. “stop teasing, you know what i’m trying to say.”

a soft chuckle left his lips at your sudden frustration. "are you offering? i thought the main rule of the game was to keep our hands off of each other.” he said mockingly. "unless of course, this is your way of saying you give up.”

you shrugged lightly as you avoided his already gloating gaze. "i guess you could call it that... but you barely said anything that whole time, i wouldn’t be so cocky, that’s hardly a win.”

"you got yourself worked up. i mean- why do you think i made you go first, it was an easy win on my part.”

"but-"

"fine, we both lost but-" he was quickly cut off by the bus coming to its last stop for the night.

"has it been an hour already? we’ve really been talking about having sex on a bus for that long?” you said with surprise laced in your voice.

a haste chuckle left his lips at the thought. "how’s that for a pass-time, hm?”

"i’ve just got one question though.” he nodded, indicating for you to continue. "how come you didn’t seem fazed by what i said before?” referring to your story.

"i guess my fantasies are just a lot dirtier than yours.” he shrugged nonchalantly, a boyish grin plastered on his lips.

"and will i ever get to hear one of your said fantasies?” you asked teasingly.

"maybe on our next bus ride...”

[yunhotteoks]

ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS

where you both play a game of rock, paper, scissors to decide who will pleasure whom.

[ (ateez) park seonghwa x reader ] 18+ | imagine, boyfriend!seonghwa, college au, rps | warning/s: smut, oral (female receiving), teasing, denial

you’re playing a dangerous game you aren’t so sure you can win. because seonghwa’s not usually needy. and on very rare occasions does he show a particular need for affection and attention. but when he does, you take advantage of those moments as much as you can.

you’re usually the clingy one; the first to grab his hand. the one that initiates cuddles, and you’re usually the first one to show how much you want him with desperate, breathy whines.

he has his moments, and since they don’t happen often, they usually kick in hard. if seonghwa suddenly got the urge to grab your hand and hold it tight, he would. if he stared at your face at night when he couldn’t sleep and traced over each of your features, he just had to press a kiss to your pouty lips, even though you were sleeping soundly. and if he felt a pang of heat in his stomach, his pants feeling slightly tighter than usual, and lips stinging from biting too hard, he just had to tell you that he needed you. badly.

there’d barely been any time for you both to see each other between completing coursework, applying for jobs, and finalizing house plans. not to mention, graduation.

and the one time you finally have a short window of opportunity between classes to see each other, you’re hit with one of the worst aching arousals and seonghwa was also feeling like a bull in rut.

frustratingly, there was only time for one of you to get off, so it all came down to this. a game of rock, paper, scissors.

you took a few seconds of deep breathing and serious internal contemplation of what choices you must have made in life to have led up to this moment.

his rare moments of neediness.

precious seconds was being wasted as you sit across from seonghwa, curling your scissors into a fist. “this is what our relationship has come to? betting an intransitive hand game for a quickie.”

“i’ve got a presentation to get to, y/n. just lose so i can make it there.” seonghwa challenged.

you can tell he’s really invested in winning. you on the other hand, are trying to play it cool, but your mind is racing. if you win, he eats you out. if he wins, you have to suck him off.

best two out of three, you both count down and throw out your chosen hand signals. your heart skips a beat as you see seonghwa’s choice - rock. you’ve chosen paper, and you can’t help but let out a triumphant smile as you realize you’ve won.

seonghwa’s face falls, and he looks at you with a pout.

“i won!” you laugh. he rolls his eyes, not amused at being teased. who knew how soon he’d get another chance like this. “we’ve got 7 minutes left. make it count.”

he mockingly scorns you before pushing you back on your bed, hovering above you. he starts with an open mouthed kisses against your collarbones and trails very, very slowly up your neck until he reaches your lips, nipping specially at your cupids bow, softly, and rubs circles in your sides.

you know that seonghwa loves to take his time throughout most tasks in life, and this includes kissing you. he doesn’t kiss you too often, but when he finally does it’s worth the wait. you doubt there would be a place on your body he doesn’t want to kiss. he’ll continue until you’re a squirming mess.

“you’ve kissed me enough. stop stalling and get down there, already.” you detach him from your jaw.

he pulled back and sucked his teeth, hiking up your skirt, “so impatient,” he mumbled under his breath.

feeling the contact of his lips against your skin again made you shiver with anticipation, peppering small pecks up the flesh of your thigh. you brought one hand up cupping your breast. your other hand moved to his hair, sliding your fingers through it.

seonghwa lowered his head and places small kisses on your panties. his kisses were teasing and challenging. just the perfect blend of playfulness and intensity. coming close to your cunt but stopping just a few inches away simply just to tease you.

“hwa.” you whined, pushing up your hips to get closer to his face.

he held your waist down and used his index and middle finger to slide the fabric aside and closed the gap between you. his tongue slide through your folds, making you gasp. he circled his tongue around your clit, not adding much pressure. his fingers gripped your thighs that were unconsciously wrapping around his head.

seonghwa worked his tongue, slurping and licking around your clit. your moans got louder as he removed his hand from your waist and slowly pushed his index finger inside of you, continuing sucking. his finger reached your sweet spot.

your grip around his hair tightened as he pumped his finger in and out of your aching hole. with the next push, seonghwa added his middle finger. he curled them inside of you, his tongue swirling circles now with more pressure. you cried out as your walls clenched, legs shaking, pulling closer to his head.

seonghwa’s eyes are deep, a very dark and intense brown, and they stared and watched with great concentration as you revel in the knot building up in your stomach. you were close. something which brings a smirk to his face. you felt shivers run down your spine as you felt that familiar feeling inside usually before you come undone.

just as you’re about to reach your peak, he suddenly stops, his tongue and fingers ceasing their movements. you’re taken aback by his sudden withdrawal and sat up, confusedly watching him gather himself.

“times up. can’t be late,” he says, his voice casual. you try to reach out for him, but he’s already turning away, grabbing his jacket and heading for the door.

“park seonghwa!” you glared. he gives you a brief, teasing smile, and then he’s out the door.

you’re left alone in your dorm room feeling frustrated and teased, your body aching for release.

[yunhotteoks]

PLAYING WITH HIS HAIR.

chan likes his hair played with.

side note: his long hair has been looking so good, it really suits him. oh god i hope he doesn’t cut it!!

[ (stray kids) bang chan x reader ] mild suggestive content | blurb, domestic fluff, soft moments, hair play, established relationship | warning/s: feeding delusions

you love chan’s hair.

like, really… really love it.

it’s gotten to a certain length in which it’s not super curly anymore, but there’s still a slight wave to it, and you just love it.

you run your fingers through it whenever you can, and you even go as far as to making it your job to wash his hair when you shower together.

“i can wash my own hair, darling,” chan chuckles, wrapping his arms around your waist as you worked the shampoo into a lather on his scalp.

“i know,” you smiled, “but i like doing it for you.. now close your eyes before soap gets in them.” you gently warned him, making him sigh softly, and close his eyes as he enjoys the head massage you threw in while giving his hair a good wash.

chan lives for the feeling of your fingers running along his back and neck as well as the feeling of you playing with his hair - he just loves it.

this little act of yours always relaxes him after a long day at the studio or at dance practice. it’s a hypnotic to treat his insomnia. it’s a big turn on, even.

“that feels nice; like my own personal asmr,” his soft, almost slurred, voice breaks you from your reminiscence, making you stop your movements and pull away, “don't stop.” he grabs your wrists and leads your hands back to his hair.

you’re sitting on the couch with chan’s head on your lap and your fingers - of course- tangled in his hair. your nails scrape across his scalp, making him purr almost at the the sensation.

you grin, knowing how much he enjoys this and increase the pressure slightly. “you know, i could do this all day,” you murmur, your voice low and soothing.

chan’s breath evens out, his eyes fluttering closed as he sinks deeper into your touch. “you always know how to take care of me,” he says, his voice drowsy. “i love you for that.”

you lean down and kiss the top of his head, your heart swelling with affection. “seeing you like this makes me happy. i love you, chan.”

“i’d play with your hair too, but you never let me.” a pout appears on his lips, as well as a frown-y expression making his eyebrows pinch together.

it’s not that you never let him. and you wouldn’t mind if he did. he’s always the one taking care of you, plus looking out for everyone else. but who’s taking care of him?

“i guess i’m a little selfish when it comes to this,” you explain, your fingers still working through the soft strands of his hair.

chan chuckles, a warm, rich sound that resonates through your chest. “selfish, hm? i think i can handle that. but you know, you could let me indulge a little too.”

you can’t help but laugh softly, imagining him trying to manage your hair. you can also picture him weaving through it and the gentle tug of his hands.

“some other time. maybe.” you concede, smiling. “but for now, you’re mine to spoil.”

“i’ll accept that,” he replies, his voice barely above a whisper as he closes his eyes once more, surrendering to your fingers dancing through the waves.

the room is quiet, except for the the soft sounds of chan’s contented sighs and the occasional hum of pleasure.

chan would do anything if it meant you could play with his hair forever.

[yunhotteoks]

HIS CANVAS.

hyunjin loves to use your skin as a canvas for hickeys. (recycled from my deactivated blog).

[ (stray kids) hwang hyunjin x reader ] 18+ | blurb, fluff/comfort, hickeys, artistic and possessive tendencies | warning/s: nsfw, suggestive, kissing and marking

hyunjin always had a few share of things that he depended on in life, things that he knew he couldn’t go without for more than a week. he can’t leave the house without having a hot shower in the morning, the kind that steams his entire bathroom and makes his muscles feel more relaxed. he can’t go anywhere without his sketchbook, his hands would feel empty without the hardcover leather and his fingers get fidgety when an idea pops into his head and he can’t draw it out.

however, it’s not just the drawings that always bring a smile to his face. it’s the way your skin flushes under his lips when he trails kisses along your collarbone, leaving a mark—a hickey that blooms like the flowers he’d paint.

hyunjin loves the thrill of transforming your skin into his personal masterpiece, each mark a testament of his art and desire. he loves the purple bruises sucked deep into your skin and the process of them fading away, becoming a blank canvas once again.

you noticed that rather quickly at the beginning of your relationship. how he sucked a bit harshly on your bottom lip whenever he’d kiss you and then rub his thumb across it to soothe the pain away.

his lips lingered most on your ribcage, hands tightening their hold on your hips to keep you in place while he sucked a heart shape bruise into your skin.

it always made him feel like he was leaving a part of himself with you-a mark of ownership and warmness that only you could understand.

that’s why he can’t go for too long without his mouth being attached to you in some way, claiming another piece of you.

hyunjin can’t go to sleep before hearing you moan out to leave only a few, with his body resting between your thighs and leaving only a few bites as promised, on your shoulder and near your bellybutton.

he also knows that whenever you say “just a few” you never really mean it. because you understand his need to create and can’t go without the way he makes you feel.

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