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.

san has bad sleeping habits, but they’re slowly starting to grow on you.

[ (ateez) choi san x reader ] comfort fluff, slice of life, established relationship | warning/s: slightly suggestive i guess

san has always been a pretty chaotic sleeper, making his sleeping habits anything but predictable.

he likes to go to bed early and wake up very late. usually if he goes to bed in one position, he almost never wakes up the same way the next morning. and if he’s restless or anxious, he will toss and turn all night long.

he likes to cocoon himself in the blanket and turn his pillow to the cooler side in the middle of the night. he grasps on to anything he can whilst lost in his dreams, it’s something he’s always felt the need for because he hated sleeping alone. he was a cuddler but had no one to cuddle with.

that’s why when he met you, he was always excited about finally having someone to hold at night. he would always overstay his welcome at your place when you first started dating just so he could share a bed with you. same with when you’d go over to his, he’d distract you from the time in any possible way so that you’d just have to stay.

“well, it’s too late for you to leave now, y/n-ie. guess you’re stuck here for the night,” before dragging you into his bedroom and falling on the bed together.

san is the type of person that holds tight and doesn’t let go, only squeezing you more if he feels you trying to get away. he likes digging his fingertips into your soft hips and breathing in the scent of your hair. he’ll tangle his legs with yours, sometimes intertwining his fingers with yours, and softly snores in your ear. but he’s not always the best person to sleep next to.

san can get quite giddy and hyper before bed, almost as if he is in a constant sugar rush. he is impatient, because after thinking about the cuddles that are awaiting him at home from you, he gets overly excited and can’t help himself. he rushes you when you’re brushing your teeth, pulls at your shirt when you’re sitting on the edge of the bed and checking your phone, and pouts and whines when you tell him to wait, swatting him away.

when he’s tired he kind of just throws himself onto you. if he spots your on the couch or bed he lets himself fall into your arms like a trust fall. except you don’t fully catch him because he ends up on top of you with you falling with him, not moving when you tell him that he’s crushing you and it hurts. he only rolls over when he sees that you’re really struggling to breathe after a while, apologizing quietly and letting his head rest on your chest, then small snores coming from him not even seconds later.

san can be the worst to lie next to when he can’t sleep. he steals the covers, drums his fingers against your thighs, and moans in distress as he tosses and turns trying to find a comfortable position which often ends with you flat on your back and him hugging your side, plus his leg stretched across your waist.

even worse, he’s not a pleasure to sleep next to when he’s grumpy. especially if the both of have had an argument right before bed. he huffs and puffs every few seconds with his arms crossed and he keeps as much distance as possible between the two of you. but once you see that he’s curled up alone with his back facing you, you would sneak up behind him and hold him because you know that there’s no way that he will be getting any sleep tonight without at least feeling your touch. he rather loves being the small spoon sometimes, anyways.

if san gets in the mood before bed, he’s especially difficult to handle because he’s gonna beg for some. his hands like to wander and they don’t stop until he gets what he wants. when he rests his hand on your ass, you slap it away and hold it to your chest. but that’s no good because he’ll start cupping and gently squeezing your breasts. you push his hands down under the covers, where he just slips it in between your thighs, grinning widely when you groan and eventually give in.

san is very warm; his body radiates so much heat, especially during the night. he’s perfect to hold tight during cold winter nights, but a pain in the ass in the summer. he doesn’t care if he sweats off all of your moisturizer and makes your clothes cling to your body, he will refuse to let go when you try to push him off, only holding you tighter. but if you really feel discomfort, he will suggest sleeping naked—bare or just stripped down to nothing else except for underwear.

as much as you don’t particularly enjoy the downsides of sharing a bed with san, there are also good things about it. you know that all his life he’s felt like a loner in bed when he’s meant to be a lover, and now that he’s got you it feels like he’s holding the world in his arms at night.

it makes your heart swell every time whenever you’d wake up in the middle of the night for a glass of water or go to the bathroom, only to find him frantically reaching for your side of the bed, and not find your there. you’re usually quick to slip back in before he’d notice, but other times you’ll catch him trudging through the house, calling for you. and when he finds you, he scoops you off the floor and carries you back to bed.

“don’t ever leave me again, y/n-ie.” he sighs tiredly.

you like listening to him when he mumbles in his sleep, saying random words. they make for entertaining and nonsense conversations. you like the sweeter things he does when you’ve fallen asleep before him, like covering you with a blanket, peppering your face with kisses starting from your cheeks to your shoulder and a brief one to your lips because he misses you, even when you’re lying together.

san just wants to shower you with all of his affection and show you how grateful he is that he has someone like you to put up with his sleeping habits.

synopsis. it's the middle of the night and yunho stumbles (yet again) through your window, wounded, sheepish, irresistibly adorable.

[ (ateez) jeong yunho x female reader ] spiderman!yunho, fluff, best friends to possible lovers | warning/s: minor injuries, blood, language, shameless flirting, spideryunho

you don’t look up when you hear the thud.

it’s followed by a sharp metallic creak on the fire escape and a muffled ow, which means jeong yunho has once again flung himself into your life — bruised, dramatic, and ten seconds from bleeding out on your floor like it’s part of his nightly routine.

you flip a page in your book.

“i’m dying,” comes his voice through the window screen. he sounds like a victorian ghost. it’s kind of impressive.

“you said that last week,” you call back, still not looking.

“this time it’s for real,” he groans. “i think i got shot. or stabbed. possibly both.”

you sigh and slide open the window. yunho slumps through it with the grace of a wounded cat, mask pushed up, suit half-ripped, curls wild, and an actual trail of blood following him like glitter.

“my carpet,” you say flatly.

“hi to you too.” he grins, teeth and all. there’s a cut on his lip. he looks like trouble. he always looks like trouble. and god does it make you feel something.

“let me guess,” you say, grabbing the first-aid kit. “drug bust gone wrong? gang of mutant pigeons? you finally picked a fight with someone taller than you?”

“bold of you to assume anyone is taller than me when i’m upside down,” he mutters, flopping onto your bed without asking.

you ignore the chaos, kneel next to him, and dab at the gash on his temple.

“stop moving. i don’t want your blood on my comforter. it’s expensive.”

“i’m expensive,” he mumbles. “limited edition. real collector’s item.”

“more like ‘slightly used with minor damage.’”

he laughs — a warm, boyish sound that makes your hand freeze for half a second. you pretend it didn’t happen.

“you know,” yunho says, eyes flicking up to yours, “most people would be flattered spider-man keeps showing up at their window.”

“you’re not spider-man,” you say. “you’re yunho in spandex who can’t stay upright for more than fifteen minutes.”

“i got pushed, thank you very much.”

you snort. “by what? a toddler?”

“i’ll have you know she was twelve and vicious.”

you press a bandage to his forehead a little harder than necessary.

he hisses. “ow. i’m telling your mom you abuse superheroes.”

“she already thinks you’re my boyfriend.”

yunho blinks. “wait, what?”

you shrug. “you come over injured. you sleep here sometimes. you call me at 2 a.m. like we’re in a situationship.”

“that’s slander,” he says, looking far too smug for someone who might be concussed. “i only call you after midnight if I’m emotionally stable.”

“that has never happened.”

“okay, true.”

you roll your eyes, dropping the bloody gauze in the trash. “why do you even come here? don’t you have, like, a nurse sidekick or a secret spider cave or something?”

“i have all that,” he says, hand flapping mid-hair like he's all that. “but none of them smell like your vanilla shampoo.”

you blink. “you are literally injured and flirting with me.”

“multitasking. i’m gifted.”

“you’re gonna bleed out.”

“then kiss me before i go.”

you stare at him.

he stares back, shameless, like this is normal behavior. like he didn’t just crawl through your window half-dead and immediately start being a menace.

god, he’s cute. unfortunately.

“not tonight, web boy.”

“so you’re saying there will be a night?”

you pause. blink. your brain reboots.

“no. nope. totally not what i said.” but your speech is a little too fast. it’s giving it away, and yunho saw it a million miles back.

“you paused. that was a pause.”

you shove the ice pack into his hand. “shut up and hold this.”

he grins and does what he’s told.

you lean back against your desk chair, arms crossed, trying not to look at the way his jaw flexes or how his shirt is riding up slightly, revealing the tiniest sliver of abs. you’re not looking. you’re definitely not looking.

“thanks for patching me up,” he says after a beat.

you glance at him. he’s watching you again — but this time it’s not loud or teasing. just kind of soft. the kind of soft that makes your stomach do something it shouldn’t.

you flick your eyes away.

“yeah, well. don’t die. i’d have to clean up your body and that sounds annoying.”

he smiles like that was the most romantic thing he’s ever heard.

he ends up staying.

which, of course, he always does.

you sit cross-legged on the floor beside your bed, sipping from a lukewarm energy drink and pretending not to care that jeong yunho is currently stretched across your pillows like he pays rent here. he doesn’t. but you’re pretty sure he has a toothbrush in your bathroom.

he’s in his undersuit now — black and sleeveless and clinging in ways you absolutely do not think about. his arm’s bandaged, his curls are still damp from the wet cloth you made him use, and there’s a tiny smudge of blood drying at the corner of his mouth. he looks like a mess.

an unfairly hot mess.

“so,” you say, gaze fixed on a chipped spot of polish on your thumb nail, “what happened out there?”

yunho lets out a breath and stares up at the ceiling like it personally offended him. “some idiot tried to rob a tech truck three blocks from oscorp. had, like, actual alien weapons. not even subtle.”

your eyes flick to him despite yourself. “alien-alien or just suspiciously shiny?”

“alien-alien. chitauri plasma rifles. the one with the glowy blue veins? you know the type.”

you hum, casually. as if you don’t know. as if you haven’t watched every avengers briefing leaked online.

“they really let just anyone steal those now, huh?”

“apparently,” he mutters. “anyway, i swing in — like, mid-getaway — and try to web the tires. but these guys had shields. and a drone. a full drone, y/n. like, stark-level ai.”

“that explains the new hole in your suit.”

he groans. “do not remind me. this one was limited edition.”

you rest your chin on your knees, quietly watching him. he talks with his hands a lot when he gets going, all excited energy and half-formed gestures. it’s like he forgets how tired he is. or how much he’s bleeding. or that it’s 2:37 in the morning and you’re literally just some girl he keeps crashing into.

still. you could listen to him forever.

“you should call for help more,” you mutter. “you’re not invincible.”

he glances at you. and for a moment, something flickers behind his eyes. he grins lazily. “you worried about me or something?”

“i just don’t want alien blood staining my sheets,” you shoot back. “we both have standards.”

before he can respond with something equally stupid and flirty, his watch makes a sharp beep. he groans again — louder, more dramatic.

“ugh, nooo. not now.”

“what is it?”

he presses the face of the watch and a pixelated message glows to life:

DISTRESS CALL AVENGERS TOWER — LEVEL 4 SECURITY THREAT

your breath hitches. “avengers?”

“yeah. i, uh... i help out sometimes.”

you blink up at him. “you never said you worked with them.”

yunho shrugs like it’s no big deal. like tony stark didn’t probably give him that suit. “it’s casual. i swing by. save a cat. fight a god. eat snacks.”

you scoff, but your stomach flips a little. he’s joking — but not really. he’s one of them. you’ve always known he was more than the “neighborhood” part of spider-man, but still. hearing it out loud makes something sharp and weird twist behind your ribs.

yunho slides off your bed and stands, tugging his top layer back on. his movements are quick now, practiced, but he’s still limping slightly.

you stay seated on the floor, staring up at him. you don’t say it, but your jaw tenses.

he glances at you, then smiles — that annoying, infuriatingly charming smile that makes your heart stutter when you’re not careful.

“hey,” he says lightly. “don’t i even get a good luck kiss?”

you blink.

“excuse me?”

he leans down a little, eyes glinting. “what if i don’t make it back? this could be our last moment. don’t you want to make it cinematic?”

you raise an eyebrow. “you’re gonna guilt-trip me into kissing you before fighting an alien or whatever?”

he pouts. “you’re literally my emotional support girl. this is part of the job.”

“then you should’ve unionized.”

he laughs. full-on, head-thrown-back giggle. and it does something catastrophic to your insides.

you roll your eyes and stand, slowly. “fine.”

“wait, really?”

“yeah. close your eyes.”

yunho lights up, immediately obedient.

you lean in close.

...and flick his forehead.

“ow!” he yelps, stumbling back. “rude!”

you smirk. “that’s for bleeding on my floor.”

he presses a hand to his chest like he’s wounded. “cold. so cold.”

you cross your arms and shrug, even as your heart thrums traitorously. “now go save the world or whatever. i’ve got a chem test tomorrow.”

yunho backs toward the window, already lifting his mask into place. his hair is wild again, his eyes bright with adrenaline.

but before he climbs out, he pauses — just long enough to glance back at you, one hand resting on the sill.

“you know,” he says, voice muffled through the fabric, “i’m gonna get that kiss one day.”

you roll your eyes. “you keep saying that.”

“and you keep letting me in.”

with that, he winks — actually winks — and dives out the window like gravity is just a suggestion.

you stand there for a second too long.

note: i don’t know what this is. just something for everyone’s obsession with yunho’s hands

[ (ateez) jeong yunho x reader ] domestic fluff, hands, | warning/s: nsfw mentions, the mildest of spice, size kink(?)

yunho’s hands never failed to make you feel something. they are big, and his fingers are quite long and slender. it didn’t matter what he was doing, your eyes would automatically fall to watch his hands. it could be something as simple as cracking his knuckles. and you’re left just simply admiring the way he applies pressure to each joint.

holding his hands gives you a feeling of security and comfort. it had soon become a habit of yours, always searching for his hands subconsciously. especially when you were feeling a bit insecure. because holding yunho’s hand made you feel like you were at home.

he doesn’t simply just hold your hand; he loops his arms around you and interlocks your fingers over the shoulder. it’s a protective gesture yet also so endearingly casual. he loves how it also allows him to be physically closer to you.

he loves it so much and gets giddy whenever you’re reaching for him, tenderly tracing over his thin veins with your fingers, always offering his hand whenever you two are on a walk somewhere. without even thinking about it, he puts a hand on your back and moves to the side where cars are passing by, all the while continuing to talk with you.

or just playfully teasing you, because that’s how he is. he loves to compare the size of his hand with yours, knowing how you like the sight of his completely covering yours (even if it’s not a big of a difference, he’ll take that chance). he’ll grab your hand and put it against his, bending his fingers down so they trap you there in his grip.

thumb wrestling was always an unfair and frustrating game to play with him. after you forcibly defeat yunho with two hands, he brings his arms around you and gives you a lot of forehead kisses. you just stare at his fingers firmly wrapped around his game controller or smoothly flying over his keyboard when he’s playing video games, it’s one of the hottest things about him.

he has many habits that unintentionally gets you riled up: stroking your hair, tucking an out-of-place strand of hair from your face to behind your ear. telling you that you’ve got food on the corner of your lip and swipes his thumb across your mouth. putting his hand on your thigh when you're sitting next to him, it's instinctual at this point.

he places one hand on your thigh while the other lazily scrolls on his phone, or when he's driving and you're in the passenger seat, he drums his fingers on your skin to the beat of the song playing on the radio while one hand is on the steering wheel.

he does this thing where he uses his index finger to lift your chin to make you look at him. it can be something as playful as making you pay your undivided attention when you’re jokingly ignoring him.

he would place his hands flat on your cheeks when you’re panicking or crying, and reminds you to breathe. you loved how his palms would cover the expanse of your jaw whilst his fingers reached into your hair, his thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks. the movement would calm you down, placing your hands on his wrists in hopes that would keep him in place. it would allow the warmth to seep from your cheeks to the rest of your body.

you pray yunho doesn’t notice your fixation with his hands but of course, he does. he’ll make you tell him what you like about his hands, and what you like about the things he does with those hands of his. he wants all of the details, doesn’t care if it’s mundane, or things he does when he’s feeling a certain way.

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.

why not try your ragebait tactics on your boyfriend…

[ (ateez) ] | bf!ateez, fake texts, fluff/crack | warning/s: attempted humor </3, (slightly suggestive in wy’s if you squint)

[ OT8 ] THEM AS SUBS.

more sub!ateez x dom!reader

[ (ateez) ] 18+/nsfw | requested | warning/s: smut, sub/dom

홍중 — 「 hongjoong. 」

⤷ he is in charge of a lot of aspects in his life, so when it comes to roles in the bedroom, he settles into his submissive role and allows you to do whatever you’ve been wanting to do to him. loves to be restrained. whether it be with rope, silk, or handcuffs; he doesn’t care. it gives his ability to try and control things himself and gives it to you, even when he’s tempted to grab your hips and bring up the pace, he can’t. sometimes he gets a little too excited with you stroking or sucking him off and bucks his hips for more, so you either have to hold his hips in place or threaten to tie him down further— which he’s not opposed to.

성화 — 「 seonghwa. 」

⤷ power sub. he's really good at pretending to be in control, but one bold move on your part and he's a whimpering mess. though, this doesn't stop him, because he simply won't shut up. continuously challenging you with his smart ass replies, you really just need to shove your fingers in his mouth to keep him quiet. ride him until all he can do is drool around your fingers and mumble, 'my pretty boy' over and over again. loves when it gets messy, so make sure there's a change of sheets somewhere near.

윤호 — 「 yunho. 」

⤷ i think he’d probably be a service sub. he’s into whatever works out for you!!! it really just depends on his mood because he kinda seems like he’d be a total baby boy, too. he’d lowkey (not that he would ever admit it) like being teased in public and he loves being degraded and praised at the same time. like it’d just make him blush so much. dirty talk is his biggest weakness! he’d be so easily flustered by it lmao.

여상 — 「 yeosang. 」

⤷ very much a pillow prince. he lets you do whatever you want to him and rarely ever gets bratty. he may not be the most outspoken but he doesn't disappoint when you force it out of him. whether that's through making him look at a mirror when you hold him by the neck or teasing him just right! he can't help but fold when you look at him so intently. looking up through eyes heavy with pleasure just to see you over him is heavenly.

산 — 「 san. 」

⤷ he’s just a very bad sub. like he doesn’t know how to control himself. he acts very needy and loud. you need to really satisfy him or he’ll start to whine. but would also be shocked when he gets punished? keeps begging over and over and over, complains a lot when you don’t give him what he wants. like what did he think was gonna happen? he doesn’t know, but not this. also cums quickly but has a lot of stamina so he can go for many rounds.

민기 — 「 mingi. 」

⤷ very pathetic sub. he basically oozes obedience and praise kink vibes! cannot shut up about how good you feel, he calls you mommy, i just know he does, just nonstop rambling about how beautiful you are. and moans in pure approval when you praise him. he’d ask for permission before touching you and wants nothing more than to die between your thighs. really just wants you to dominate him, but in the sweetest, most loving way possible.

우영 — 「 wooyoung. 」

⤷ so difficult as a sub as he listens to nothing you say. laughs when you try and tell him what to do. laughs even more when you actually punish him. he literally gets so much enjoyment out of being scolded it’s ridiculous. he’s the biggest brat, it’s honestly like he has a check list of stuff he isn’t supposed to do and goes through it every day because he loves punishments but that’s beside the point. anyway, tease him in public because he absolutely loves it.

종호 — 「 jongho. 」

random boyfriend gestures i associate each of them with.

[ (ateez) ] | more random fluff, established relationship, soft thoughts | warning/s: none, this feels very parasocial

홍중 — 「 hongjoong. 」

⤷ always keeps direct eye contact with you when you’re talking to him. he wants you to know he’s listening to everything you’re saying. no matter what, he’ll stop everything and put his full focus onto what you’re saying. responds with more than just hums or nods, asks questions and gets involved. the way he looks at you never fails to make you blush, words fumbling as you get lost in your own story. hongjoong just laughs, a smirk curling on his lips - “it’s okay jagiya, take your time.”

성화 — 「 seonghwa. 」

⤷ dresses up for every occasion. there isn’t a single event or date that you two go on that seonghwa isn’t dressed up for. the money helps but he has incredible fashion sense on his own. it always makes you proud to have a man that cares about his appearance and knows how to use that skill properly, never leaving the house looking anything but incredibly put together - he secretly puts in more effort when he learns this.

윤호 — 「 yunho. 」

⤷ incredibly patient with you. it might seem simple, but he never gets frustrated with you no matter how hard you might be to teach. likes to teach you how to play his favorite video games, and even if you suck, he’ll just set his big, warm hands over your own and guide your fingers exactly where they need to be. he just doesn’t know that the reason why you suck is because you’re too busy focusing on the way he’s leaning over you and how good it feels.

여상 — 「 yeosang. 」

⤷ when he’s trying to focus on something, he always ties his hair up into a loose messy bun, with a few stray blonde strands. sticks his tongue out as he does whatever he’s doing. you find it so attractive even when he’s simply just reading, watching the way his eyes zone in and with his hair tied back... you just love it when he ties his hair back.

산 — 「 san. 」

⤷ presses kisses to your forehead. no matter the occasion, whether you’re upset or he’s leaving or the two of you are just sitting together watching a movie. he likes to remind you that he’s there, so every so often he lean towards you, causing you to blink in surprise, before pressing a soft kiss against your forehead - his lips are always soft.

민기 — 「 mingi. 」

⤷ reaching anything that’s too high. even if you’re tall enough to reach something, he’ll still make a habit of grabbing it for you. likes being able to do things for you, but mainly it’s because it gives him the chance to subtly show off his muscles, stretching his arm up next to you, leaning in close to you. every single time it takes your breath away, leaving you a flustered mess as he goes back to whatever he was doing before. and every single time he leaves with a shit-eating grin.

우영 — 「 wooyoung. 」

⤷ sets his hand on your lower back to guide you places. doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, every single time he’ll be there right behind you, guiding you. makes you feel safe and protected, and he knows which is why he does it. a simple way to show he’s there without having to say anything and the feeling of his hand on your back never fails to cause goosebumps. he also leans close too, letting his breath fan across the back of your neck as he guides you forward.

종호 — 「 jongho. 」

inspired by @naeirichill 's svt head pushers vs. hair pullers

[ (ateez) ] 18+ | head pusher!ateez, hair puller!ateez, giving/receiving, dom/sub | warning/s: smut, oral (receiving), hair pulling

홍중 — 「 hongjoong. 」

⤷ hair puller for sure. on him as well. but for you, he loves the authority and uses it to pull you onto your knees sometimes. makes you look at him when you get shy. similarly, he wants it to feel like you are one sharp tug away from pulling the strands from his head.

성화 — 「 seonghwa. 」

⤷ he’s more into you pulling his hair because he loves the feeling and the dominance. but he never fails use your hair to face fuck you. for the love of god, pull and play with this mans hair, he will love you forever, becomes submissive putty!

윤호 — 「 yunho. 」

⤷ this one’s never beating the head pusher allegations. he guides your head down slowly—loving the feeling of your throat constricting the further you take him. gives your head little pats and praises.

여상 — 「 yeosang. 」

⤷ mindlessly pulls your hair. he’s just playing with it and not even realizing that his grip is getting tighter. pull his hair and call him pretty, though.

산 — 「 san. 」

⤷ head pusher when he cums. he’s not even controlling the pace, he’s begging and practically crying. hips stuttering, hands gripping your hair like he’ll fall apart without you.

민기 — 「 mingi. 」

⤷ he’s not a head pusher but a hip thruster. he holds your head with both his hands so you have to just let him thrust his hips and fuck into your throat. his grip is unforgiving, thrusting up to meet your mouth until your face is wet and red, eyes rolling back.

우영 — 「 wooyoung. 」

⤷ considerate hair puller + neck holder. he knows that just pulling your hair can cause damage. but pulling from the scalp gives him more control of your head and is a lot safer.

종호 — 「 jongho. 」

[ OT8 ] CHOKED VS. GETTING CHOKED.

members that prefer choking/prefer getting choked.

[ (ateez) ] 18+/nsfw | headcanon, preference, mtl | warning/s: choking, breath play, degradation, humiliation

PREFERS CHOKING

윤호 — 「 yunho. 」

⤷ ugh first person that popped up in my head. this is literally just an excuse to mention his hands again. but he loves to see his much larger hand wrapped around your throat but not so tight that it leaves bruises. unless you ask. then. oh my god the bruises. just littering the sides of your neck. gorgeous. and he lives for both the feel of your breath hitching every time his hand comes around to choke you and how fucked out you always look. it always turns into breathplay and that led to a couple of not very nice incidents where you genuinely couldn’t breathe and had to wheeze out your safe word, but over time he started to get the hang of it!! and you in turn started to trust him more!! loves loves loves to choke you when in missionary, with your hips raised up, nearly bent in half as he leans over you. he keeps your upper body down with a tight hand around your throat— and the way you squirm so much and cry and beg for him,,, he’s a goner.

산 — 「 san. 」

⤷ oh my god this man does it all the time, during sex or not. you’re just standing and chatting with him and he has a hand wrapped around your throat endearingly, nodding to your words lightly, the slightest smile or smirk on his face. does it in pictures all. the. time!!! even does it when he’s pulling you in for a kiss too!! but his favorite would have to be when you’re sitting all pretty on his lap, riding him just so perfectly, rolling and grinding and swiveling your hips, and he’s filling you up so well, and his hand just travels along your chest, up to the base of your throat, smoothing his thumb along your neck and then you throw your head back!!! what a sight!!!!!!!!!!

우영 — 「 wooyoung. 」

⤷ he fucking loves it. omg… loves to humiliate the shit out of you. if he discovers it’s your kink somehow, he’ll do it out of the blue, mid-sex to stun you, and it’s the most satisfying feeling ever for him: the way your eyes widen and the feel of you clenching tightly around him. he just thinks you look so so so pretty with a hand wrapped around your throat!! also loves to snake it down to play with your nipples and chest. just. he lives to overstimulate you in every possible way. his favorite way to choke you is when he’s hitting it from the back, and he just lifts you up (possibly by your hair) and keeps your back pressed to his chest with a hand around your throat. ugh so sexy of him <3.

종호 — 「 jongho. 」

⤷ are you kidding me??????? are you kidding me?????? this man. this man!! when i say he loves to choke you, i mean he loves you to choke you, and in every possible way too. and the most infuriating part is he acts all innocent and clueless about it. if you ever ask him to choke you, he’ll pretend to not know what he’s doing as he brings his hand up around your throat, asking in a teasing voice with the cheekiest, most mischievous grin ever, “like this?” but he’s squeezing the sides of your throat so perfectly and resting his palm ever so gently and his hand fits so snug around your throat that there’s no way. there’s no way he doesn’t know what he’s doing. loves to talk shit and degrade the hell out of you in the most faux innocent way as he’s fucking you. just,  “aw, poor baby wants me to be mean?”

PREFERS GETTING CHOKED

홍중 — 「 hongjoong. 」

⤷ honestly, you’d love if he choked you. like you’d get so obedient and fall so pliant for him the moment his hand just simply comes to rest around your throat that he never has to exert any strength into it. but get this. shy joong as a stuttering mess. joong who nearly cums in his pants when your hands wrap around his throat for the first time. i’d say that’s how he developed a choking kink, by letting you try it on him for the first few times. he fell in love with just everything about it. from the feel to the concept itself, and eventually fell in love with the idea of choking you. but honestly, he much prefers your hands around his throat, even if he’s the one completely in control of everything.

성화 — 「 seonghwa. 」

⤷ he looks so, so, so fucking gorgeous with a hand wrapped around his throat. it doesn’t matter the position, he just always looks so good getting choked. like as he’s fucking into you from above, just grab him by his throat and pull him in for a searing kiss and he might just cum in that moment. or squeeze at his throat as you use it for leverage to bounce on his lap and watch his eyes roll to the back of his head. and !!! he’s huge on breathplay too (receiving and giving). he’s obsessed with how fuzzy his head gets from the lack of oxygen and always begs you to do it when he’s about to cum. he sounds and looks so fucking GORGEOUS please i'm in love with him.

여상 — 「 yeosang. 」

⤷ idk i just wanna make him cry. he probably does cry when he gets too sensitive, but anyways he loses all coherence the moment you wrap your hands around his throat. his entire body goes limp and you have to fuck yourself onto him. his eyes are rolling back, all dewy and pretty, and his tongue is slipping out slightly and he’s drooling and his eyes start to cross with his cheeks all pink and streaked with tears and he’s trembling beneath you. ugh he’s so cute, please choke him more often. he’s in love with it.

민기 — 「 mingi. 」

i don’t even know if these all make sense, i just wanted to write something lol.

[ (ateez) ] | soft hours, casual intimacy, fluff, comfort, touch starved | warning/s: none, probs just really cheesy

— hongjoong.

rarely talks about his day, opting to ask about yours instead. he’s always been one to listen and support others, whether it be his members or you. however, when you ask him about his day out of the blue, his breath gets caught in his throat. all of a sudden, he’s a stuttering mess. he feels your hand slip into his, your thumb stroking the back of his hand, and he tells you about every aspect of his day: the little kid who said he wanted to be like him, how the new choreography hurt his bones so he must be getting old, and how he missed you all day. at the end of it, you’re the one who’s flustered, smiling at the thought of being on his mind all day.

— seonghwa.

can’t help but lean into your touch when you run your hands through his hair. “mm, keep doing that,” he tells you, closing his eyes with a gentle smile on his face. he’s laying his head in your lap, hiding his face in your stomach. and he’s lucky that you can’t see the blush on his cheeks as you comb your fingers through the soft strands. “what was that? you want me to stop?” slowly retracting your fingers, you hear a tsk. seonghwa laces his fingers around your wrist and brings it back to his head. and when you lean down to give his forehead a soft kiss, a grin breaks out on his face — all because of you.

— yunho.

feels so incredibly giddy when you laugh at his jokes. he melts at the sound of your laughter. to him, it sounds like everything beautiful in the world. and when you look up at him with the remnants of that glorious sound leaving your lips, he can’t hold himself back from placing his hand on your jaw, and slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. you’re both laughing into the kiss — the feeling of nothing but joy encased between you two — and he feels his heart burst in his chest.

— yeosang.

knows that he isn’t always the best at giving you affection. of course, he tells you he loves you every day, and does little things for you, but physical touch has never been his strongest point. so when you lean your head on his shoulder to get comfortable after a long and tiring day, yeosang looks at you with love in his eyes. to be this comfortable with him and to initiate the touch he craved so much makes him fall for you even more. he leans his head on yours, taking the chance to slowly intertwine his fingers with yours.

— san.

feels his heart rate pick up when you pull him into a hug. there’s something so innocent about the way you hold onto his waist, pulling him towards you so you could wrap your arms around him, and he loves the pure kind of love you show him. he hopes you can’t hear the beating in his chest (you can), and he prays that you never let go. “san.” he simply hums in response. “you give the best hugs,” you murmur into his chest. a breathy laugh leaves his mouth, and you know by the sound of it that he’s smiling. his eyes are probably crinkled, his dimples making an appearance. and you smile, too, hearing the way the beating in his chest gets just a bit faster.

— mingi.

feels his face burn when you tell him you’re proud of him. especially after a performance. with sparkling eyes, you tell him the three words that mean so much to him — “i’m so proud” — which sound a lot like three other special words to him. and sometimes, he’ll pretend it was nothing, saying “of course you are, i did great out there.” but when you nod in agreement, pink paints his cheeks. other times, he’ll look at you and simply pull you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and wishing you’d tell him those words forever and more.

— wooyoung.

lives for your attention. he says he can’t live without it. he often surprises you with little gifts, or by wrapping his arms around your waist to catch you off-guard, but once those actions are reciprocated, wooyoung feels his whole body warm up with the feeling of pure love. and when you show him that you were thinking about him by cooking for him instead like he always does for you or randomly coming up to him to kiss his lips, he realizes that he’s never felt this type of love before he met you. “what was that for?” he’ll say smugly, taking ahold of your waist after you kiss his lips. “hm? nothing, just felt like doing that.” and with that, he’s pulling you in for another kiss — this one deeper, and slower. you can feel his heart beating in his chest against yours, and he hopes that your hands won’t notice how warm his cheeks are.

— jongho.

sub!ateez x dom!reader

[ (ateez) ] 18+/nsfw | sub/dom, lime, preference | warning/s: marking, biting, suggestive

— hongjoong.

probably pretends to hate being marked cause he gets embarrassed when the other members would point out to him when one is visible. though you know he secretly loves it when you mark his chest the most. especially his nipples!!

leave bite marks around them and make sure you bite hard so they stay there for a while. he can be a very stoic and serious man but marking him breaks that demeanor and makes him whine for more. and how could you say no?

— seonghwa.

loves, loves, loves being marked. he definitely begs for it. he just thinks they look so pretty on him!! and you certainly don’t disagree either. the red and purple mark contrasts with his skin and you definitely admire them after marking him.

— yunho.

loves the marks you leave behind on his skin. it’s like they’re proof you were there. he likes to admire them in the mirror, feeling a little smug despite the way he hisses when the steady stream from the shower head makes them burn slightly — aching every time he’s trying to sleep at night.

— yeosang.

blushes whenever you bite/mark him, whether teasingly or while you two are making out. he prefers calling hickeys love bites, says it sounds "better” and you think its rather cute. mark him right in the middle of his neck so its high enough that he’s unable to cover it.

he definitely gets embarrassed when the members tease him for them. he loves them though, he promises! his favorite spot to get marked would be his chest so that only he can see them. he also gets shy when begging to be marked.

— san.

like seonghwa, he will beg you to mark him. he just can’t help loving to be marked all over by you. and he would be so polite with it too?? maybe he would have sensitive thighs so you would tease there a lot and bite them.

he has no shame in bragging about his hickeys and marks to his members. whenever he looks at them, it makes him blush and remember what happened that made him get it. probably likes bite marks more than hickeys. you jokingly called him freaky cause of it and he pouted at you.

— mingi.

pull on his hair and leave a dark mark on his throat. that'll make him whimper so hard, both from the hair pulling and how hard you're marking his neck. he likes it when you mark his chest too.

oh and don't forget to leave bite marks!! those are his favorite. just bite extra hard so that he lets out a loud moan and so that the mark will stay there for absolute days.

— wooyoung.

loves to see the places where you marked him when he was bratty because there are tons. on his nipples, chest, definitely on his neck, and so many on his inner thighs.

he will definitely show them off with no hesitation so everyone knows he’s yours. even admires the faded bruises on his hips from where you gripped him to pull him closer to you. honestly is just bratty just to get marked.

— jongho.

dumb and embarrassing drunk sex moments.

[ (ateez) ] 18+ | headcanon, second hand embarrassment, crack | warning/s: mentions of sex

— hongjoong.

he’s super giggly.

joong gets so clingy and loud you have to shove your panties in his mouth to shut him up. he falls asleep as soon as he cums and crash on top of you.

— seonghwa.

he broke one of his lego sets.

he refused to continue until it was fixed. he made you stand there butt naked and help him put it back together.

— yunho.

he nearly dislocated your hip.

he tries to fold you like a pretzel and pouts when he sees that you’re not flexible at all.

— yeosang.

he just laid there.

no seriously, if you’re riding yeosang he literally just stays still, no moaning or anything. you look down and he’s just staring at you like o_o.

— san.

he’s passed tf out.

he promised to make you feel good even though he fell asleep while he’s inside you.

— mingi.

he has absolutely no coordination.

he can barely keep in pace with his hips when draws near his climax and hits his head on the headboard no matter what position you’re in.

— wooyoung.

he cried.

you aren’t sure why but he sobbed when he orgasm. and he didn’t know why either.

— jongho.

he pretends to be sober.

their favorite body parts/physical appearance of yours.

[ (ateez) ] slightly suggestive | headcanon, fluff, | warning/s: none except for very light crude humor

— hongjoong.

a nice smile.

personally, i don’t think he’d have one specific favorite thing or if he does there’d be too many. but if you have cute, unique lips and pearly white teeth that belong in a colgate commercial. he wants to be blinded. also, a pretty laugh (because he’ll be hearing it a lot with his dad jokes).

— seonghwa.

loves your thighs so much.

he just thinks they're so lovely and pretty and full and gorgeous. likes it when you wear shorts/skirts so he can trace patterns across your knees and lower thighs, and especially does so if you're feeling bad about the way you look.

— yunho.

your hands.

he looooves touching them. he looooves holding them. he thinks they’re so delicate and soft. he’ll always find a way to hold your hand no matter what.

— yeosang.

wherever your birthmark is.

for a good reason too. he thinks your birthmark is so pretty. he feels comfortable showing his, he wants you to as well. he loves to trace your mark and often finds himself doing it absentmindedly.

— san.

your chest.

he can’t keep his hands or teeth off it. or when you’re cuddling he just loves bunting his head against your chest. if you wear a low cut shirt he goes feral. he’ll probably start barking tbh.

— mingi.

the color/shape of your eyes.

especially if you’re a foreigner and have really pretty different colored eyes. even if your eyes are brown he can get lost staring in them forever. he has compliments for the way you look always, always on the tip of his tongue.

— wooyoung.

that assssss.

slapping it. clapping it. eating it. (js joking guys 🙃). no but this is a no brainer like he’s an ass guy as we’ve already known. and he is doing all of those things most definitely.

— jongho.

he’s obsessed with your lips.