Chris Back Hugs Are Life Altering, Confirmed.

Chris back hugs are life altering, confirmed.

he is just breathtaking….

chic man louis vuitton 🖤

But something about shy felix… 🥵🥵🥵

hard thought

felix, who is usually very open about his preferences and desires, getting shy while baking a cake with you. he was the one suggesting it in the first place, strawberries and vanilla chantilly cream, but you didn't see it coming until he blushes furiously at the sight of you dipping your thumb in the cream to get a taste of it.

"what's up baby?" you ask, the sweet cream and the tangy strawberry working perfectly together.

"can i eat them on you?"

felix's cheeks are soft and pink, and his eyes do nothing to hide his slight embarassment mixed with arousal.

"of course you can angel. come here".

you take a small cup of freshly cut strawberries and another one with the chantilly cream left from the decoration before heading to the couch and sitting on it. you toss your sweats on the floor and felix falls immediately on his kees, between your parted legs.

when he dips two fingers in the cream and spreads it on your pussy, the coldness makes you shiver before he lowers his head to give it a first shy lick.

"good kitten. eat as much as you want".

felix parts your folds with his left fingers and keep them open while he lets another drop of cream fall directly on your clit. as soon as the liquid drips over your entrance, he begins to kiss your pussy all over, smearing the substance on his chin and lips. after feeling your hand on his hair, he starts to properly lick everything off, the sweet chantilly and your slick making a mess on his face.

he keeps adding more cream until there is literally no place for him to put it. then, he looks up to you with glassy eyes.

"can i... also inside? please?"

you coo at his horny and adorable expression, caressing his cheek with your thumb and collecting a bit of cream before bringing it to your mouth and lick it yourself.

"serve yourself angel"

felix dips two fingers in the cup and he slides them into you pussy, arousal already gushing out of it copiously. when he sees your pretty cunt pulsing out some of the cream he put inside, he whines and goes back down, sucking it wetly and moaning against your entrance.

when you cum on his tongue, he keeps licking it and pushing the rest inside of you with his fingers, as he's trying to pump you full of cum.

"we forgot the strawberries" he pouts cutely, looking at the cup, still untouched.

"now it's my turn, baby"

how is he real?

I am just?????

sannie ♡ warriors behind

exquisite in every single way possible my eyes and brain have been blessed 😩♥️

could i request a lee know where reader tries to get his photocard but also gets a changbin one and she seems more excited about the changbin one because she already has a lot of minho but he doesn't know that and gets jealous and fucks her roughly and afterwards she shows him all her photocards of him and he gets so shyy.

Warning: smut below! mdni.

“I cannot believe you actually bought that shit,” Minho says with an amused chuckle as he stands behind you, his arms wrapped lazily around your waist.

“I buy one any time I see them,” you retort. “It’s called supporting my boyfriend.”

“Yeah, well your boyfriend feels plenty supported without you wasting money on albums he could’ve given you for free,” Minho replies, pressing a chaste kiss to your shoulder as you undo the plastic cling wrapping.

It’s a tradition at this point, to pick up an album whenever you see one in stores, enjoying the simple pleasures his fans feel when they eagerly try to collect all the little photocards inside. You know already that Minho has access to stacks of these at his disposal, and that all you have to do is ask for one. But just as his fans enjoy it, you love the thrill of collecting a random photocard to add to your collection, even more special if it’s one of your boyfriend’s.

“Who do you think it is?” You ask with a smile, lifting the cover of the box to reveal the contents inside. The card is hidden behind a poster, face-down to add to the anticipation, and you pinch it between your fingers, turning your head back to face him.

“Me,” Minho replies confidently. “I’d hate to see your reaction if it was anyone else, considering this thing is worth like five coffees or something.”

You slap his arm playfully, thumbing the thin cardboard in your hand and closing your eyes.

“I’ll be happy with whoever I get.”

“Yeah, right,” Minho responds, leaning his face down to rest on your shoulder, his gaze fixed on the card in your hand.

“Ready?” You ask, and he chuckles lightly.

“Let’s see it.”

You make a big show out of dramatically flipping the card over, slapping it into the palm of your hand, and then you open your eyes to examine which member you’ve received.

“Oh my god,” you say, a smile growing on your face as you bring the card up to eye-level to inspect. “It’s Changbin!”

Minho chuckles lightly, a little indifferent to it, but you can’t seem to stop smiling.

“This is such a cute one, too,” you say, flipping the card over once, and then back to examine his face.

It’s a more recent photo of Changbin, his sculpted biceps visible in a white cutoff tank, a playful pout on his face and forming a half heart on his cheek with his hand.

“I need to add this to my Changbin page,” you say enthusiastically, and Minho’s grip around you loosens.

“Changbin page?”

“Yeah,” you reply casually. “I only have three of him. This one makes four- oh my god, I finally have a full page for him!”

“What the hell is a Changbin page?” Minho asks with a disheartened chuckle. “Why are you so happy to be collecting pictures of someone you’re not dating?”

“Minho, it’s part of the culture,” you reply with a chuckle of your own. “It doesn't mean I’m dating him or something.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it- you’re not dating him. You’re not even trying to pretend to be sad that you didn’t pull me.”

“Of course I’m sad,” you reply. “I only collect these to support your career. But it’s a randomized process, in case you forgot.”

“Yeah, right,” Minho says with a nervous smile. “I think this conversation ends here.”

You open your mouth to argue back with him, promptly shutting it before a smirk grows on your lips.

“Are you jealous?”

“Jealous of Changbin?” He retorts. “As if.”

“Jealous that I’m happy I pulled Changbin,” you correct him. Minho says nothing, keeping his gaze on the cabinets behind you.

“Oh my god, you’re jealous. That’s hilarious.”

“Would you stop?”

“You’re so jealous I pulled Changbin! You can’t even look at me!”

“I said stop-”

“What if I start buying Changbin’s merch, too? Should I bring a poster for him at the next tour?”

“Stop!” Minho exclaims, an equally amused smile tugging at his lips. He wants to maintain his serious composure around you, but he can’t, knowing very well that he is jealous, and that this whole argument is undeniably stupid.

“So what if I’m jealous?” Minho retorts, nearing you with a long stride as you hoist yourself up to sit on the granite kitchen island.

“I’d say that’s really fucking hot,” you reply, letting your legs part on the surface below you as he slots himself between them and lets his hands find your waist.

“There’s nothing hot about it,” Minho replies, although he can feel his cock swelling in his pants.

“There is,” you say. “It’s hot that you’re so possessive when it’s a literal piece of cardboard. Kinda want you to fuck me since you’re so mad about it.”

“I can do that,” Minho says sternly, leaning in to graze his lips against yours. “I’m sorry Changbin’s not around to do it instead, though.”

And he closes the gap between the two of you, his lips working eagerly against yours as his hands massage little circles on your inner thighs. You let your hands tangle in his hair, pulling him down to graze the crook of your neck, where he sucks a trail of bruises there and groans into your flesh. Your legs part a little further now, indicating for him to move faster, which Minho quickly takes notice of and pulls away to undo the strings of his sweatpants.

“Fucking Changbin,” Minho grumbles, pulling down his gray sweatpants and letting them pool at his ankles.

“Jealousy looks so good on you,” you say to him, pulling him in by his t-shirt for another kiss. “Get jealous more often, will you? I’ve never seen you get hard this fast.”

Minho’s boxers fall with his pants, his dripping cock angling straight at your entrance as his kisses turn sloppier and more hungry. His hands snake to the hem of your panties, tugging harshly, before he’s pulling them off of you entirely and discarding them on the kitchen floor.

“You want to collect your silly little pictures?” Minho inquires, wrapping his slender fingers around the base of his cock and beginning to pump gently. “Go ahead. I could care less about what you do.”

“Really?” You reply, amused with his stubbornness. “See how I react next time I pull Changbin, then. Maybe I’ll ask him to help me out instead.”

And Minho shuts you up as he finally guides himself inside of you, his hand remaining on the base of his cock still.

“I don’t give a fuck,” Minho groans, his hand finding the small of your back as he begins to fuck you with force. “Do whatever you want.”

“Maybe I will,” you say, your parted lips grazing over his drooly ones, as he pumps his cock in and out of your cunt, bottoming out with ease as your pussy enwreathes him in its wetness. His eyes shut instinctively, groans leaving his mouth as he pulls you closer by your waist and grinds your pussy further against him, his tip caressing a new angle that drives you crazy.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “Feels so fucking good,”

“Yeah?” Minho asks, panting heavily into your ear. “Maybe you planned this little stunt just so I’d fuck you.”

You’re hardly able to reply to him, muffled whimpers escaping your lips as he continues to fuck you, your legs coming around to wrap around his torso. And he can make all the jokes he wants, but he knows at the end of the day it’s him who gets to fuck you like this, him who gets you to cream all over his cock and whose name you’re screaming for the whole neighborhood to hear.

You know it too, confident enough in your relationship to know that a quick, rough fuck will pacify any ounce of Minho’s jealousy once his seed is dripping out of your cunt. It’s like all he has to do is fuck you like he’s trying to breed you, so that you both set aside this immature game and rekindle your differences.

“Tell me how it feels,” Minho groans, increasing his pace now.

“So good,” you breathe, one hand tangling in his brown tresses again. “God, your cock drives me insane.”

“Bet my photocards do too, huh?”

“Jesus Christ, Minho, can’t you just-”

“Say it,” he orders with a grin, his dick continuing to work itself in and out of you. “If you’re so fucking sure you don’t care about Changbin.”

“I don’t give a shit about him,” you say breathlessly, only because you’re desperate for release now. “Or his stupid photocards. Just cum inside me already.”

“Say you hate the guy,” he orders, working a trail of kisses up your neck. “Say you don’t give a fuck about his stupid photos.”

“I hate them,” you echo. “They’re nothing compared to yours. Nothing compares to you fucking me like this- god, it’s so fucking good.”

“I’m gonna cum,” Minho whines, his grip tightening around the small of your back. “Finish at the same time and I’ll forgive you.”

And you clench your entrance around him as he moves even faster now, the sound of skin teeming all around you as he moans desperately into your ear, the volume amplified as you hug him close.

His cock twitches once inside you, pace slowing just a little, before he finally shoots a generous load of his release into your sopping cunt, painting your walls white with his release and placing open-mouthed kisses along the bruises in your flesh.

And you reach your release in tandem with his, clenching around his still-hard cock as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you, your head spinning as he fucks your own cum out of you with the remainder of his stamina before pulling out and readjusting himself.

You steady yourself on the counter with your hands as Minho pulls on his clothes again, catching your breath momentarily before hopping off and collecting your album from the table.

“I’m gonna go add this to my Changbin page,” you say casually, exiting the kitchen to your bedroom, where all your album paraphernalia is stored,

“Oh my god- really?” Minho calls out with a groan, running his hands through his hair frustratedly. “I thought this was over.”

When you return, there’s a small blue binder in your hands, clear dividers stacked cover-to-cover and filled with photocards.

“What is that?” Minho asks, coming around to examine the book with you.

You place Changbin’s card into a plastic sleeve, flipping open to your designated page for him and slotting him among your other three photocards.

“It’s my photocard binder,” you reply, flipping to the start of the binder.

And Minho can’t help the smile that grows on his face at the sight of it- pages upon pages, rows upon rows of his photocards, all different eras, all different poses, neatly organized in your binder and the majority of your collection.

“Is that all…”

“You?” You say amused. “I told you I only collect these for you. This one’s my favorite. And this one’s my favorite hair on you. This one was really expensive-”

“Oh god,” Minho says shyly. “I can’t even look at them.”

But his chest feels warm, overrun with love for you and your little collection of his photocards.

“This one’s your hottest one,” you continue. “And this one I bring everywhere with me…”

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NO BUT THIS IS THE—

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MY BRAIN CANNOT FUNCTION RIGHT NOW… FUCK🥴🫠😵‍💫🥵

TITLE: Play Bite

PAIRING: Hyunjin x Jisung x female reader

WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSWF SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.

SUMMARY: You, Hyunjin, and Jisung have a really fun time playing a dirty truth or dare game after the plans for everyone to go out failed.

TAGS: Hyunjin, Jisung, and reader have all consumed alcohol but are not fully drunk, smut, kissing, hickies, making out, dirty texts, dirty talk, erotic truth or dares, use of pet names such as 'bub', 'baby' and 'pretty', swearing, food play (nothing heavy), solo orgasm, female masturbation, suggestive material, very vague mentions of choking (not emphasised), slight traces of top!Jisung.

A/N: Think of this as a prelude to this hard thought I posted a while ago. If you haven't read it, it will give you some context into what will come in the future for this type of concept. Also just to preface but not give away too many spoilers, nobody is cheating in this story.

MASTERLIST

“Remove one piece of clothing, socks do not count,” Jisung reads aloud from the card in his hand. 

It’s the third task into the deck of dirty truth or dare at Hyunjin's apartment. After the entire group’s plan to go out for the night fell through when it started pelting down, it was in all three of your guys’ best interests to not waste the night. So, although he invited the rest of the group over for drinks, only you and Jisung decided to go around. 

An hour later into the night and already just past the point of tipsy, the three of you progressed to playing games. A set of dirty truth or dare cards was the first thing that caught Jisung’s keen eye as he analysed the plethora of games that Hyunjin had on a shelf in his living room. 

“You’re not even wearing socks, so you have no choice,” Hyunjin chuckles, almost evilly.

Jisung dons his best thinking face, eyes narrowing as he tries to come up with which item of clothing he wants to take off. He grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls the entire fabric up and over his head before placing it beside him, careful not to knock over his drink. 

Your eyes glue to his gorgeous bare top half for a few seconds too long before averting them to the floor like you weren’t supposed to look at him. It’s not like you’ve never seen him topless before in all of his honey toned glory. Almost always will Jisung proudly walk around half naked unprovoked when you’re around him. 

“Your turn bub,” he continued.

You clear your throat then lean over to pick a card up from the middle, then read it out loud, “oh…”

“What’s it say?” Jisung peeks his head over to see what’s written down before his jaw unhinges. “Let the person to your left select an area of your body for them to give you a hickey. Wow.”

Hyunjin, to your left, stares back at you in shock and horror. His cheeks were ballooned and full of liquid after taking a large swig of his drink before setting it down. The more silent seconds that tick by, the more flips his stomach keeps doing. But, he had to expect the unexpected with this game.

You and Jisung were ready to play by the rules and Hyunjin wasn’t going to exempt himself from it just because of the card you pulled. 

He swallows the mouthful of alcohol, “alright. Are you okay with me doing this?”

You nod even though you can feel your heart picking up its pace, “I am.”

He takes your answer and runs with it then ponders on the best place to plant a hickey on your body. It doesn’t take him long to think of a number of unspoken places where he would and even though he’s tipsy enough to disclose those areas, he decides to keep that to himself. 

“Okay, can you lie down for me then?” He asks. 

“Lie down?”

“Mm, otherwise it might be awkward to reach,” he explains vaguely. 

You start jumping to conclusions at the instant you hear his request, yet your mind is so hazy that your body just ends up listening to what Hyunjin has asked of you instead. You end up lying back on the floor, your head next to Jisung’s thigh who looks down at you while Hyunjin moves. 

His long body straddles yours but not fully putting his weight down on you. With his hand, he pulls back some of your hair so he can reach the area he wants before gently tilting your chin up and to the side towards Jisung. 

Hyunjin then sinks his face down just to the side of your throat and sucks. For a second, your body squirms at the slight achy pang that he brings to the surface of your skin. Still, with the way that your body is buzzing, it undoubtedly feels amazing. He remains there for a few seconds and uses his tongue to swipe over the surface he just marked.  

Jisung watches with his mouth ajar. He takes in the contorted look of concentration on your face, the way your eyelids flutter closed. 

It’s not long after until Hyunjin peels himself off of you then takes your hand to help you sit back up again. In hindsight, you wonder if it was all but necessary to lie down for him in order to give you a hickey. But Hyunjin’s thinking was that to reach your throat, you had to be on the ground. 

“That might’ve been-“ his face contorts with worry just looking at the fresh, deep and reddish mark. “A bit much, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” you respond, trying to act cool under the pressure. “It felt nice anyway. Okay, Hyunnie’s turn.” 

He draws another card, reading it in his mind before his eyes dart to Jisung, “make out…with the person beside you for one minute.”

“W-Which side?” You ask. 

“My left which is-“

“Me,” Jisung responds, pointing at his chest. “Alright then.”

Hyunjin stares blankly at his friend, unsure if he's joking or not, “wait, you’re…you’re serious?”

Jisung shifts his body closer to Hyunjin, his face nearing him, “that’s the game right?”

“Y-Yeah,” he replies sheepishly. “Yeah, okay then.”

“I can set a timer,” you announce.

He’s never done this before - kissed a friend, made out with a friend. For one, Hyunjin knows Jisung has done so multiple times, having been an impartial witness to it. Whether it was while Jisung was drunk, sober, high, it happened. Even with the same gender. 

“Alright,” you say, pulling out your phone as you go to the clock app to set a timer for one minute and place it on the ground. “3, 2, 1, go.”

You’re not sure who it was first that leaned in for the kiss after being so warped by the fact that they were even doing this. It was like Hyunjin offered his mouth and Jisung went for the kill. Both of them started off slowly by the time ten seconds hit. Twenty seconds in and Hyunjin’s hand comes up to the side of his friends’ face when the kiss deepens even further. 

You watch the glide of their tongues move so languidly with one another, doing unspeakable things in between your legs. Similar to Jisung’s reaction when Hyunjin gave you a hickey, your mouth was on the floor. There’s no way in hell could you ignore how hot it was to see them make out. 

After forty seconds, the pace had picked up a notch as they continued to move in sync with one another. Jisung’s hand had made it onto Hyunjin’s lap with some unintentional plan of slowly hiking up his thigh. In his mind, the more touch, the better. He already felt floaty because of the alcohol. Now Jisung touching him, kissing him, was an enhancement. 

At the mark of one minute, your phone rudely blares its alarm. Hyunjin pulls away with red lips, Jisung’s as equally as glossy as the other. They stall for a second, almost as if they briefly thought about going back at it again…

“Minho was right,” Jisung breaks the silence willingly. “You are a pretty good kisser.”

“What?” Hyunjin exclaims, his eyes almost popping out of his head. 

“What?” He whines. “He and I were trying to figure out who in the group would be the best kisser. Minho reckons you are.”

“You say that as if you’ve kissed everyone in the group to try and find that out,” You realise. 

“Well I just kissed him, so it’s everyone except for you now. Which there’s still time for since it’s my turn now,” he responds in a slightly hopeful tone and picks up his next card. “Huh, maybe not - what’s the most amount of times you’ve had sex in one day?” 

“Is that the first truth question?” Hyunjin points out, trying to subtly keep himself calm after what just went down with Jisung. 

“I think so,” you reply. “We’re nowhere near halfway through the deck.” 

“Three and a half,” Jisung answers. 

“And a half?” You and Hyunjin parrot in unison, the confusion very present in both of your tones.

“Halfway through the act, got caught, had to wrap it up and leave,” Jisung explains very succinctly. “It would’ve been four if it weren’t for fucking Seungmin. Doesn’t matter, it’s not like I’m holding a grudge or anything.”

“Sure,” you trail off, trying your best not to laugh at his misfortune while you go to pick up a card. “Uh, lend your phone to the person on your right and let them send a dirty text to someone in your contacts.”

Jisung claps excitedly, “hand it over baby!” 

You roll your eyes, reluctantly passing him your device, “anyone except my family otherwise I probably won’t live to see another day.” 

He takes your phone earnestly with a cheeky and devious expression before delving righteously into your contacts list, “don’t worry, I wouldn’t do anything like that.”

Jisung’s thumb scrolls excitedly trying to find the right person to send the right message to. He pauses over a couple of names and then finds one he thinks will give the most entertaining response. He creates a new message and types in what he wants to say.  

From You: I’m horny. Come over and fuck me.

The silence was palpable as the fate of your dignity rests in your friends’ hands. Once the message is sent, Jisung keeps your phone on standby while you all wait for the response. The sheer riskiness of the dare calls for you to pick up your drink and finish the rest off, knowing that you’re going to need it. 

“What did you write?” You ask him anyway, setting your empty glass aside. 

He looks smugly at the screen again and repeats what he created, “I’m horny, come over and fuck me.”

Your eyes widen in horror, “t-that’s not…who did you send that to!?”

“That’s a bit straightforward isn’t it?” Hyunjin laughs. 

“Doesn’t matter now, your turn, go,” Jisung nods to you.

“Fine,” you groan, snatching up a card. “How many times a day do you get off? Once, maybe twice. Done. Next, you go.” 

Hyunjin blinks in surprise at the information you so rapidly provided and leans into the circle to grab his card, “alright. Choose one person to sit in between your legs for the remainder of the game.” 

“I think considering that he and I just made out, it’s your turn to do something now,” Jisung smoothly contends his point before you could even get a word out. 

“Fair enough,” you respond coolly.

The move is practically childsplay in comparison to what they’ve done so far. Nonetheless, it quickly proved itself to be rather effective on your body. 

Hyunjin tries not to grin and spreads his legs for you to slot perfectly in between them. You’ve been this close to him before - in a hug at least. But never has Hyunjin been as acutely intimate with you as of right now. As he’s pressed up behind you, it’s hopeless to try not to be so affected by such subtlety. The warmth from his body glows like a heater onto your back and the steadiness of his breathing is comforting. 

“Sungie’s turn,” he says from behind you. 

Another card is taken from the deck and Jisung reads once more, “feed someone a food item with your mouth. Okay, but what kind of food?” 

“There’s that bowl of grapes just there on the coffee table,” Hyunjin points over to it. 

Jisung spins around on the floor and sees the assortment of snacks that they had laid out on the table earlier on. He turns back with the entire silver bowl in his lap, popping a couple of them in his mouth and eating away to his heart's content before proceeding with the dare. 

“You’re breathing heavy,” Hyunjin whispers teasingly in your ear while Jisung isn’t looking. 

“S-Shut up,” you utter back to him, trying not to act so utterly embarrassed by the truth he’s managed to highlight. 

Jisung pops in two more grapes and goes to sit beside you before talking with his mouth full, “bo’ o’ ya.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin retorts, trying to decipher what his friend is saying. 

You ponder for a second, “I think he said both of us?” 

Your guess comes up as correct because without a proper verbal answer from Jisung, his actions spoke louder. He leans towards your face first - closer than it has ever been since you’ve known him. The purple grape sits between his teeth as he goes to pass it to you by his mouth. It was awkward to manoeuvre at first, but the pair of you discovered that using your lips is key. By that point, Jisung manages to exchange the fruit as you crush down on the grape that explodes with such a sweet flavour. 

Then, he moves a bit behind you to reach Hyunjin. Both of them struggle to pass the grape without fully touching each other's lips once more. Then again, that was the point of the card that Jisung pulled. 

“Yummy?” he asks, sliding back to his original spot with the bowl. 

“Mm,” Hyunjin hums while he chews. “Sweet.” 

Half of the stuff that you’ve done so far with them makes you realise that you’re not that nervous to do these kinds of things. It could’ve been the alcohol, that definitely helps. But also because they’re two of your best friends and wherever they are, you feel safe in their proximity. 

“My turn,” you say as Jisung picks the top card off of the deck and slides it to you across the floor. “Oh - same as Sungie’s, remove a piece of clothing, socks do not count. Isn’t this just a forfeit card since it’s already been picked up?”

“No, not necessarily?” Hyunjin answers. “Plus, what if you forfeit that one and pick another one but it’s worse?”

He had a good point. It was a very mellow dare in comparison to the others you’ve all completed. With that in mind, your hands find their way down to your shorts, contemplating whether to take them off or not. Considering Jisung already has his top off, you went for the opposite in a sudden spur of confidence that was short lived when you saw the look on your friend's face. 

Jisung’s eyes couldn’t leave where your hands moved as you freed your legs from the fabric, allowing you to remain in your underwear. However, it becomes very apparent to you that taking your pants off wasn’t such a good idea when you know that you’re wet. Whether they knew it, particularly Jisung who had a full view of you, was too late. 

Behind you, Hyunjin was trying to keep himself calm as you moved around a bit, “w-who’s turn is it now?” 

Jumping onto a different topic gave time for Jisung to blink away from your body. He feels guilty for even staring at you like that in the first place. Then again, it’s not like you weren’t doing the same ever since he took his shirt off. 

“Yours actually,” you answer and without any spatial awareness whatsoever, you lean forward just a bit to pick up a card for Hyunjin that your ass slightly pushes back into his crotch in the process. 

After the fact of the matter, you realise what you’ve done. But it wasn’t intentional. You just wanted to pick up a card for him so that he didn’t have to move from behind you. As you come back to sit between his legs properly, you feel his forehead rest against the back of your head - a silent sign to prove he definitely recognised what you did to him.

Although he didn’t say anything because what was there to say to that? In hindsight, it might’ve been better forJisung to just read it out for Hyunjin. 

“H-Here,” you offer the card to him, playing it off. 

He lifts his head back up from yours and takes the item, “what is your dirtiest fantasy and why?” 

Right now if Hyunjin was able to answer honestly, he would say ‘fucking you while his best friend watches.’ But even for a filthy game that they’re playing, he thought it would be inappropriate to say. On top of that, it’s not actually his dirtiest fantasy. He could do way worse but just doesn’t know what at this point in time in his sex life. There was still time for him to explore…

“I haven’t really got one at the moment,” says Hyunjin. “I suppose just real…rough sex.” 

Jisung immediately becomes intrigued, oblivious to the fact that Hyunjin had it in him to admit such a scandalous piece of information, “what does that mean to you though?”

He becomes even more flustered under the heat of his friends’ question, it doesn’t help that he’s nearly fully hard behind you either, “it means things like…choking or hair pulling-”

“What…you like to do those things or those things being done to yo-

“Both, I like both. Anyway, that’s not the question,” Hyunjin interrupts impatiently. “Just move on.” 

It’s difficult for you not to laugh at him, yet as you go to pick up a card - more carefully this time for Hyunjin’s sake - your smile fades quicker than you could blink. Not one doubt crossed your mind about how obscene this game could get. Yet this card refuted all of that. 

“I…get…get yourself off in front of someone,” you mumble in a very quiet voice.

“Get what?” Jisung tries to reiterate. 

Hyunjin’s brows knit in concentration as he reads the card from over your shoulder, “she has to get herself in front of someone.”

An ‘o’ forms in Jisung’s mouth before he responds to that statement, “that’s a…an interesting card.” 

The three of you fall deathly silent to the weight that the dare has you under. Your mind wants you to do it, to satiate that instinctual appetite to pleasure yourself ever since the game heated up. To do so in front of your friends doesn’t appear to be a bad idea which technically it isn’t from the way they already have you unintentionally wet. That in itself said a lot.

Therefore, you spread your legs and bend your knees. 

An expression of realisation washes over Jisung, coming to grips with what’s about to unfold. As for Hyunjin, he can only sit and remain in place as a support for you to lean against when your hand slips down the front of your underwear as you begin to rub. A sigh of warm relief then pushes past your lips. The pads of your fingers collect your damp essence to use as you circle over your clit. 

Already, a hefty volume of pressure is escalating in the pit of your tummy, tingling and spreading throughout your lower half. All from being turned on by the game. The person in front of you and behind you feel the exact same way except the one behind you was already there a long time ago. Their cocks fill out against the inside of their thighs and Hyunjin is positive that you can feel him through his pants. 

“Y/N,” Jisung says. “Does that make you feel good?”

“Jisung,” Hyunjin warns him sharply, not wanting his friend to fuel the fire that’s burning. 

“Mm, y-yes,” you stutter, breath catching at the base of your throat the more you try and push yourself towards an edge. 

It could be better though. It could be the pair of them groping and teasing your body at their will. You know that they both know how to use their mouths with the way that they made out earlier on. Not to mention from the grapevine, you’ve heard about Jisung too; how he knows how to eat pussy. Then you have Hyunjin, who just exposed his fantasy of liking having rough sex. The possibilities with his ideas would be endless and fun. 

With the pair of them, you don’t think you would ever run out of orgasms. Just thinking about it makes your fingers speed up, becoming increasingly more wetter. Your muscles jerk every now and then when you inch closer to the tail end of your orgasm, which causes you to unintentionally move against Hyunjin’s crotch once more. 

“Y/N,” Hyunjin breathes out against you. 

“Don’t touch her,” Jisung snaps. “This is her dare.”

“I-I’m not fucking touching her,” he presses back madly, then mutters just to himself as he hides behind you. “Can’t help it Jisung.”

“K-Keep watching…” you plead. “So…close.” 

Hyunjin’s nails are digging deep into the carpet beneath him and his restraint not to touch you teeters dangerously on the last millimetre of a cliff. He’s throbbing, achingly hard. For you. Jisung can see his friends' knuckles turning white but he understands. He too remains hard in his sweats, which was obvious to you. Even just the slight outline that you can see indicates to you that he’s big.

Your mind starts wondering what that sort of length would do to your body, how would it feel to have inside of you? As you ask yourself those questions, you try to imagine that sensation when you start fingering yourself. 

You whimper pathetically, curling over that sweet spongy spot, “yes, feels so good. Makes me wanna cum…” 

“Yeah? Gonna cum in front of us?” Jisung eggs you on. “Gonna make yourself cum just for us?

Your dozy eyes lock with him just for a few seconds before you nod against Hyunjin’s body, “j-just for you both.” 

“F-Fuck,” Hyunjin squeezes his eyes tight shut, gritting his teeth so much that his jaw aches. 

As that familiar euphoric bliss catches up to you, a silent scream paints over your face while your eyelids clamp shut and your eyebrows are furrowed together, focusing on the pleasure. For a moment, you’ve forgotten that Hyunjin is behind you as you can’t help but shiver helplessly against his body from the waves of your orgasm. Quiet yet very audible moans ring throughout Hyunjin’s apartment, making themselves known as you gradually come down with heavy gasps. 

“Holy shit,” Jisung murmurs in awe, he can see that you’ve soaked through your underwear. 

The large wet and sticky patch makes him want to lurch forward, tear the piece of clothing from your body and taste you for himself. To have his face buried in between your legs would be the Atlantis of his own fantasy right now, to have you use his mouth and tongue until you’re cumming all over again. 

In the moments of quiet when the still air is filled with nothing but your staggered breathing and depleted whimpers as you try to collect yourself, your phone buzzes on Jisung’s thigh - the reply to the dirty text he sent from earlier on.

He looks down at the glowing bright screen and his jaw drops to the floor once more. His mind sobers quickly.

From Chan to You: Again? Still horny from this morning? Alright then, I can come over and give you what you need x

There was no way.

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