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『masterlist』

{UPDATED: 210108}

18+ UNLESS OTHERWISE STATED

✯ midnight drabbles = really ~tiny~ fics; prolly spent a minute writing it in the middle of the night ✲ drabbles = pieces under 0.5k words (in this context)

【𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫】

♥ drabbles: ⤞ midnight kisses ⤞ hugs ⤞ under the table ♥ unconventional ⤜ genre; smut, college au ⤜ pairing; chan x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), public(ish) sex, (mild) daddy kink, (a little) erotic asphyxiation ♥ decadence ⤜ genre; smut, vampire au ⤜ pairing; chan x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), biting kink, (rough) vanilla sex, blood

【𝔩𝔢𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔥𝔬】

♦ drabbles: ⤜ lessons ♦ early mornings ⤜ genre; smut, college au ⤜ pairing; minho x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explict sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), lazy sex, exhibitionism (not really but like if you ever lived in a college dorm, you already know what time it is), cockwarming

【𝔰𝔢𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔟𝔦𝔫】

♠ drabbles: ⤞ transparent ⤞ metronome ⤞ f&mu ⤞ elusion ♠ seven ⤜ genre; smut, angst ⤜ pairing; changbin x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} swearing, explicit sexual content, power play, face sitting, make up sex (sort of), dom fem reader, sub changbin ♠ desire ⤜ genre; smut ⤜ pairing; changbin x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), public(ish) sex, car sex, size kink, (mild) s&m ♠ can i ⤜ genre; smut, college au ⤜ pairing; changbin x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explicit sexual content, oral (fem receiving), public sex, bathroom sex, alcohol consumption ♠ voices ⤜ genre; smut, college au, fwb ⤜ pairing; changbin x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explicit sexual content, dirty talk, masturabation, (slight) ownership kink, (mild) dom changbin, phone sex, (which includes imagery of) oral (fem receiving), bondage, spanking, unprotected sex (stay safe y’all), overstimulation, creampie

【𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔶𝔲𝔫𝔧𝔦𝔫】

♣ drabbles: ⤞ one night ⤞ vivace ♣ residual ⤜genre; smut adjacent, incubus hyunjin ⤜pairing: hyunjin x reader ⤜{warnings} somewhat explicit content, reference to bondage and erotic asphyxiation ♣ vexation ⤜genre; smut, college au, enemies au ⤜pairing; hyunjin x reader (fem) ⤜{warnings} strong language, explicit sexual content, dry humping, (mild) begging, hate sex

【𝔩𝔢𝔢 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔵】

♥ drabbles: TBA ♥ café au lait ⤜genre; fluff w/ smutty undertones, barista felix ⤜pairing; felix x reader (fem) ⤜{warnings} explicit sexual content (not that much of it tho), unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (slight) size kink

【𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔧𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔤】

♠ drabbles: ⤞ transparent ⤞ pick your poison ⤞ running back ⤞ please ⤞ melatonin ♠ tinted glass ⤜ genre; smut, mild angst, office au ⤜ pairing; han x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explicit sexual content, (mild) power play, dom Han, face fucking, spanking, (mild) s&m, (mild) degradation ♠ dare ⤜ genre; smut, a little fluff, best friends au ⤜ pairing; han x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} explicit sexual content, oral, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (mild) edging, cockwarming, saucy truth or dare

【𝔨𝔦𝔪 𝔰𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔤𝔪𝔦𝔫】

♦ drabbles: TBA ♦ rendezvous ⤜ genre; angst (with a dash of sauce and fluff), college au, pianist reader ⤜ pairing; seungmin x reader (fem) ⤜ {warnings} mature content, verbal and emotional abuse (not from seungmin though)

【𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔧𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔦𝔫】

♣ drabbles: ⤞ burgundy

#she's been ~updated~

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burgundy | jeongin

[warnings] saucy content, (slight) bite kink, hickeys (is there an actual kink name for this? cuz...)

mmmh - the slightest of squeals seeps up your throat, leaks through your lips from the sudden disconnect of Jeongin’s from them.

It’s a subconscious act of protest, but before you can even think to verbally contest his action (or the lack thereof), his plush pink lips find a home on your throat, kneading at your sensitive skin as if it’s the antidote to your frustrations. The way he strategically works around the spot where you’re the most sensitive is equally satisfying as it is painfully tantalizing.

His hand weaves through the curtain of hair framing your neck before coiling it around his fingers, gradually pulling it behind your back, making you tilt your chin up, higher and higher until every inch of your neck is fully exposed to him.

“Jeongin?” you whisper, and while his lips remain between your collarbones, his eyes drift up to yours, lust still managing to pour out despite the inherently innocent angle.

“Yes?” he hums against you, his voice low, flowing through your nerves in reverb.

“Mark me.”

He chuckles, mildly blushing at your request, and you guess there’s a tinge of embarrassment streaming through him despite having heard those words before but he tries his best to hide it.

“What…” he sweeps, “was,” your skin, “that?” with open mouthed kisses, still intentionally ignoring the spot he knows you like the most. You suppose he’s trying to tease you.

He’s succeeding.

“Mark your territory.”

“Are you my territory?”

“Yes.”

Now, his lips lie right below your jugular, at the junction between it and your collarbone, ghosting over the goosebumps forming. “Only,” he flicks his tongue over the space, pacing himself, “mine?”

Your hand in his hair just grips it tighter, attempting to pull him closer, but he keeps his position firm. “Yes,” you answer.

Then he’s sucking, tugging hard at your skin, slowly painting you burgundy - adding his teeth at times knowing he’ll elicit illicit sighs from you (and not just ‘cause the request involuntarily escapes your lust clouded thoughts).

His hand cups the nape of your neck, thumb and index finger wedged under your jaw for support, bringing you closer to add even more friction if it’s even possible.

And a loud pop echoes in the room from released suction when he stops, but you know he’s only started.

You know by the morning, he would’ve turned your whole body into his canvas, and the mere thought of it is enough for anticipation and desire to drop down your spine.

#jeongin #yang jeongin #jeongin scenario #jeongin imagine #jeongin fluff #jeongin drabble #stray kids in #stray kids imagine #stray kids fluff #stray kids scenario #stray kids drabble #skz #skz imagine #skz scenario #skz fluff #skz drabble #jeongin smut #stray kids smut #skz smut

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please | han

[warnings] explicit sexual content, morning sex, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), cowgirl (if you’re not new here, you know what time it is), soft sub ji thinking he’s soft dom

“Ji?” you poke his chest rather cautiously, studying his face in great detail to detect any subtle movement, “are you awake?” but the only thing you notice is a slight wrinkling of his nose. He doesn’t budge.

“Jisung! Wake up! It’s 2PM!”

He groans and rolls over you to look at his clock. Then he groans louder and returns to his original position. “It’s 9AM...”

You snuggle back into his chest. “But I wanna wake up...” you whine into the crook of his neck.

“Let me sleep for like... another hour.”

But then you begin priming his neck with kisses, laying a foundation for your lips to paint his skin in a deep purple - he isn’t easy to bruise, but he is compared to you.

And he lazily laces his fingers through your black tresses. “Ok... I think I can get up if you keep doing that...”

“Really?” your tone is playful as your hand reaches down his torso, palming the growing bulge in his boxers. “Seems like you already are.”

Maybe it’s the physical content or the literary content of your voice but a soft throaty moan slips between his parted lips. “Fuck...”

You lift your hand away from him hastily, making him groan in protest, but you simply spit on your palm subsequently reaching back down, sliding through the taut fabric this time, pulling him out to gently stroke him.

“Ride me,” he whispers, adding, “please,” for good measure.

“Well since you asked so nicely...” you slip your panty off, tossing it from the bed, forgotten, but you make a point to leave on the shirt of his you’re wearing. You harshly tear the blankets off him, making him wince at the cold air, but that’s soon forgotten when you situate yourself over him, straddling him so the base of the dick presses against your opening. “I might have to oblige.” You smirk as you walk your hands up his sides, grinding along the shaft in simple back and forth motions.

You can hear the stutter in his breath, “F-fuck, you’re so wet,” and even in his words.

“Do you wanna get a better feel for it?” you bite your bottom lip, reaching to grab his cock, prodding your slicked slit with his tip.

Even though it’s painfully tantalizing to you, you just love watching the same frustration manifest on his face. His eyebrows knit; his neck recoils; his teeth grit. “Please,” he says again, holding the hem of your shirt up on your stomach to get the fabric out of the way.

You don’t need to be told a third time.

Your hips sink down, fully taking him in, pressing your knees into the mattress just to ensure you have the deepest angle. You wiggle a little, moving your hips in small circles, just so he can properly feel every ridge inside you.

His hands lift to slap both your ass cheeks, gripping them tightly in the process. “Move,” he says seriously, sternly, and slightly out of his usual character.

“Whatchu gonna do if I don’t?” you tease, keeping up your subtle movement.

Then he thrusts up, hitting your cervix, making you unexpectedly scream. “Do I need to tell you again?” he asks, cocking his head to the side, and when you don’t answer, he jerks his hips into you again, getting the same reaction.

Wordlessly, you start working your magic, rolling those hips to a rhythm only you can follow, a tempo only you can keep up with. Every direction, ever angle. Hands on his throat, hands on his arms, hands on his knees, you know how to switch it up, and you know Jisung fucking loves it.

You can tell from the way his eyes roll back, the way he grips your ass, the way he unconsciously moves his body with yours, the way your name spills off his tongue in a million ways, high pitched, low pitched, his inhibition completely disappears in the sea of sensation drowning him, and he knows you fucking love it.

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jisungscaramel · 3 years

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hello loves! ok listen, i’ve only been writing for skz for like three months, but the amount of appreciation, love and just serenity i’ve received is immaculate. so, for the sake of the end of the year (and bc i am horrible at communication + showing my love on a normal basis lmao), i decided i would gather all of the skz writers i could find and make a lil recs list in the hopes everyone uses it as like a catalogue to see the writers they love + some new ones they have yet to find!

+ love note at the bottom to all of you!

WARNING: most of these writers are nsfw. if you are a minor (below 18), please respect their boundaries and do not interact with mature content!

LIST 1 // LIST 2 // LIST 3

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#thanks for mentioning me!#🥺

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changbin | elusion

[warnings] sexual content, (lowkey) exhibitionism, cockwarming

pent up tension, you just want changbin’s attention, but he seems to have every intention of being nonchalant, acting like he doesn’t see your silent pleas from the corner of his eyes, doesn’t feel the searing pulse of your bare core against his thigh.

no.

he tries to keep his eyes on the unfolding scene on the television screen, light bright, barely illuminating the room in the darkness of night.

‘oh fuck,’ you mentally give up when he relaxes back, retracting your frame to his, but then you grow suspicious when his thigh deliciously shifts along where he knows you need him the most, when his fingers try to pry your skirt, fanning it to full span. and you ban from your mind the notion that he has a plan.

then he glances to the side, surveying jisung beside him, biding his time. his hand glides under the fabric, and he hoists you up ever so slightly to gain access to a different piece of fabric. after a conveniently loud moment in a movie you’ve long stopped paying attention to, his zipper’s down, and when he pulls you down against his lap again, it sends a wave of heat around you, surrounding you in renewed desire.

his hold on your body constricts, restricting your movement, and oh do you want to move. you want nothing more than to turn around and ride changbin until your legs go numb, regardless of jisung, but you can’t - obviously. and it’s obvious what’s happening beneath you when his grip loosens, but you can only guess what his solution to your joint elusion will be.

but you have an idea when he leans into your ear, lips moving, barely whispering, “keep quiet for me.”

you press your lips into a fine line to brace yourself, but it’s not enough to suppress the overwhelming satisfaction of him silently stretching you, and you have to bite your tongue just to stop your involuntary reactions.

you sway your hips subliminally to feel him press along the entire circumference within you, and you immediately regret it, feeling your self control dwindle by the second, sweat dripping down the back of your neck, a side effect of your current condition.

a light shines to your side; changbin’s typing on his phone:

if you can last for the rest of the movie like this, you’ll get a reward ;)

><><><><><><><

a/n i mean... i could turn this into a full scenario but there’s no way it won’t end up being a threesome >_<

#changbin smut #changbin #seo changbin #changbin imagine #changbin drabble #changbin scenario #changbin x you #changbin x reader #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids scenario #stray kids drabble #stray kids imagine #skz #skz smut #skz scenario #skz drabble #skz imagine #han

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jisungscaramel · 3 years

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heewwoo im writing a jisung fic 👉👈 would it be alright if i tagged you in it?

sure! that’s fine with me~ ^^

- chai

#replies #dark-peaches

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[warnings] explicit sexual content, fwb

A scream slips from your lips in the back seat of your car, far from caring if anyone can hear. And it’s clear that every one of your senses have succumbed to what seems like senseless action, relentless movement between your bodies.

But you know it’s more than that.

More than the sweat dripping down your skin. More than his hands gripping your hips. More than him slipping into your slick at a pace your body can’t begin to keep up with.

It’s the way Changbin looks at you - black bangs framing his eyes, emphasizing their mystery, a subtly sultriness shrouded in uncertainty, but you’re certain there’s more to it.

He throws his head back on frayed fabric, and even without the erratic rhythm and the low grunts in your ear, you know he’s nearing .

And your hands carefully cradle his head, palms daintily pressed along his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss, knowing you’ll miss him.

And as much as you want to tell him you love him, you don’t want him to dismiss it.

#changbin smut #changbin drabble #midnight drabbles #changbin imagine #changbin scenario #changbin x reader #changbin x you #changbin #seo changbin #stray kids #stray kids smut #stray kids imagine #stray kids drabble #stray kids scenario #skz #skz smut #skz imagine #skz scenario #skz drabble

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jisungscaramel · 3 years

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I love youuuu <3

awww anonkins!!! T_T i love you too ;A;

- chai

#replies #Anonymous

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jisungscaramel · 3 years

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ellie’s skz fic recs

tags have not been working well lately and I have been getting lots of asks for recs so this is a quick appreciation post for some lovely authors and their art

note: THESE ARE ALL NSFW works! no jeongin bc he is a fetus to me AND if you’re under the age of 18 please do not bother these authors thanks.

i don’t read a lot of felix or seungmin so if you wanna add anything to the list, let me know

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under the table | chan

[warnings] explicit sexual content, public shenanigans, fingering

You lightly nudge Chan with your elbow, careful to make sure your gesture isn’t noticed, acting like you’re preoccupied in wrapping a bite of noodles in your chopsticks.

You intended to send the message of, ‘What in the name of god are you doing?’ but you get your answer when the hand he has on your inner thigh simply tightens, heightening your senses to a degree that’s both exhilarating and nerve wracking.

Slews of curses course through your mind as your boyfriend’s hand continues to inch up your leg, nearing dangerously close to the edge of your underwear. You’re this close to succumbing to your natural instincts when his palm lands flat over your clothed opening. Instead, you inwardly gasp, causing you to outwardly tense.

Fully aware of how stiff and awkward you probably look to anyone paying proper attention, you try so hard to relax, but Chan’s making it more than difficult. You know what’s coming so you lift a glass of ice water to your lips to suppress any inclination to utter a sound, but with the way his index finger brushes against your bare clit, you once again are close to blowing your cover.

“Yo, earth to y/n!” Changbin snaps his fingers in front of your face, across the table.

“Huh? What? Yeah?” your voice is much too unstable for your liking but it doesn’t seem like Changbin noticed. But you know who did? I’ll give you a hint: it’s the man who now has his finger slipping inside you, clearly amused by just how dazed you are.

Changbin clicks his tongue. “I was asking you how post production is going.”

“Post production?”

“Yeah... for your album?”

“Oh, fuck, yeah, that. It’s going fine. It’s almost done.”

“Are you okay, y/n?” Seungmin asks, eyes blinking in pure innocence, clearly clueless to what’s happening under the table.

Two fingers.

“Yeah, you’re a kinda spacey,” Minho adds.

Three fingers.

“Yeah, I’m okay... I was just-” the slicked friction of Chan’s fingers against your walls sounds too apparent to you... and you hope it was only to you, “-lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking about?” Chan asks, and it annoyed you that he was acting so painfully normal, and so subtly cocky.

“No-” when his thumb starts working relentlessly on your clit, you feel your legs start to quake. You barely managed to keep yourself together in the past few minutes but if you were to see this to the end, there would be no way you could keep up the façade. So you clamp your thighs together on Chan’s hand, “-thing important.”

As Chan’s hand retreated back to his side, you pinched his stomach, silently conveying, ‘You’re in for it when we get home.’

#bangchan smut #chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #bangchan scenario #bangchan imagine #bangchan drabble #bangchan #bangchan x you #bangchan x reader #stray kids #stray kids scenario #stray kids imagine #stray kids drabble #skz scenario #skz imagine #skz drabble

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jisungscaramel · 3 years

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ALL OF YOUR FICS ARE CHEFS KISS, HOW DO YOU DO IT?

YOU’RE SO CUTE uwu thank you for your kind words ;3; it involves a wild imagination and some magic XD

- chai ^^

#replies #claraluvsu

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@skzstayyyyy replied to your post “dare | han ❀ genre; smut, a little fluff, best...”

This is so good. Will you make part 2?

i usually don’t do sequels ‘cause i have terrible commitment issues when it comes to writing but i may or may not have an idea for a part 2, so... stay tuned :D

- chai ;3;

#replies #skzstayyyyy

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dare | han

❀ genre; smut, a little fluff, best friends au ❀ pairing; han jisung x reader (fem) ❀ word count; 2k

[warnings] explicit sexual content, oral, unprotected sex (be safe y’all), (mild) edging, cockwarming, saucy truth or dare

The intangible friction between you and your best friend was undeniable, yet with conviction, you held this idea that it was all in your head, and instead of fleshing out the inkling of frustration you felt every time you’d hang out, you chose to ignore it.

You chose to ignore the way he’d press his palms into the small of your back when he’d pull you close, the way he’d keep your body tight on his when he’d hug you, the way you’d catch his curious stares, the way his eyes seemed to send endless subliminal messages.

You chose to ignore the way the butterflies would flutter in your chest whenever that physical contact was made, the desire that would pool in the pit of your stomach whenever your wordless gazes collided.

You chose to ignore it.

Until today.

Honestly, you couldn’t say if he was on the same wavelength as you but as soon as he said these words on what you perceived to be a usual Netflix date (hold the chill), you were definitely suspicious: “Let’s play truth or dare.”

You knocked him on the head. “Han Jisung, you know there’s only two of us here… right?”

He blinked at you innocently and rather cutely, as if he couldn’t see the correlation between your questions. “Yes… you’re point?”

You clicked your tongue, sinking back into the worn in leather couch with your arms crossed. “Have you ever played truth or dare with just one other person? I sure as fuck haven’t.”

He rolled his eyes in an exaggeratedly exasperated manner. “No, but I don’t recall there ever being a rule saying you can’t.”

“But,” you turned to him to put on your best puppy dog face… which was mediocre at best but a valiant attempt, “don’t you wanna watch Avatar? We’re almost done with Book 2.”

“We watched it already… 4 times actually… in the past month.”

“Yes… your point?” you wrinkled your nose, repeating his previous words.

“Let’s do something different for a change.”

You turn the television off. “Ok fine,” drawing out the latter word as if it were stuck on your tongue.

Next thing you knew, he was constricting your body with his limbs, happily rubbing his cheek on yours like a child. “Yee!” and then all of sudden, he was sitting back, deadpan, folding his arms with determination. “Truth or dare?”

“Hmmm truth.”

And then that small child was back. “What? Why? That’s no fun!”

You shrugged. “You wanted to play truth or dare, remember? Emphasis on truth.”

“Fine, is it true that you hooked up with someone in the library?”

“Ji, I already told you that story.”

“I know, but it was so wild that I didn’t really believe you. Now you have to tell me the truth.”

“What makes you think I’d be any less truthful otherwise? And also, what makes you think that I’d absolutely tell you the truth now if I was possibly lying before?”

He widened his eyes and flared his nostrils in a rather comical manner. “If you can lie during truth or dare, you must be satan.”

You stared at him rather blankly, speaking quite frankly, “that… made no sense.”

His lips pressed into a firm line. “It does; you just won’t admit it.”

You snickered, rolling your eyes. “Whatever… truth or dare”

“Dare, I ain’t no bitch.”

You smacked his shoulder - playfully. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

And he pouted, rubbing his shoulder. “Nothing… nothing at all.”

“I dare you to leave Felix a voice note confessing your love to him.”

He offered you a begrudging glare but he wordlessly unlocked his phone with no hesitation, opening his messages with his roommate. He lifted the end to his lips: “Oi Felix! I just wanted to let you know that I love you bro.” He smiled in satisfaction as he sent the note.

“That’s not what I meant!” you protested.

To which, he shrugged. “You didn’t specify what kind of love.”

Your hand made contact with your face in embarrassment. “Why are you like this?”

“Because you,” he placed his palms on his cheeks to squish them, “love me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Ok, truth or dare?”

“...Just to make you happy: dare.”

“Hmmm,” he bit his lip in contemplation, “what should I get you to do?” he gripped his chin.

“Please don’t make me eat wasabi. I almost burned my nose off that one ti-”

“I dare you to kiss me… on the lips.”

When you met his eyes, you expected the usual teasing glint, but you saw none. He was dead serious, and you felt the saliva thicken in your throat, forcing you to swallow a little harder than normal.

As if your body was moving on its own, you leaned forward toward Jisung, resting your hands on his shoulders, distance lessening an inch by every passing moment. You were only planning on giving him a peck, but it just felt more natural to slightly part and purse your lips into a proper kiss. As your eyes fell shut, your heart began trembling in its confines, rattling your spine - you just hoped it wasn’t as obvious to him as it was to you.

His plush peach lips were as soft as you imagined - though you’d never admit you’d been imagining it in the first place. And for a moment, maybe two, you passed through the mix of emotional signals, focusing instead on the physical, the subliminal body language: how his hands found themselves on your hips, how his lips occasionally broke the rhythm to tug on your lower lip, how he’d let out the softest groans every time there was a change in pressure.

But then you removed yourself from your physical position, remembering the mental position you were in, biting your lips and looking away, biting your lips as if you wanted to say something, but your words clung to your throat - so you cleared it. “...truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Why did you want me to kiss you?”

His expression was serious - something you weren’t used to. He leaned back, folding his arms, lips parted, tongue smoothing over his teeth to graze the edge of his top lip. “Same reason why you couldn’t get your hands off me.”

You didn’t even have a moment to be dissatisfied with his answer. “Truth or dare?” there was a sultry tone to his voice, and although it was out of character for him, it was perfectly in line with the vibe he was giving in that moment.

“Dare.” The first time you’d chosen that, it was for no reason other than to spare yourself of Jisung’s complaints, but this time? Curiosity laced your tongue, wondering where he would take it next, if he would take it anywhere at all.

“Go down on me.”

You tugged on your lower lip with your teeth as a subtle smirk grew on your face. Of course, he would. You got down on the floor, kneeling in front of him.

You placed your palm over his crotch, feeling a stirring beneath the fabric of his jeans. “Are you gonna help me with this?” You prodded the top button with your index finger.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You’re a big girl.”

Challenge accepted.

The finger on his button flicked it undone, but you took your time pulling the zipper down. You were in no rush.

But he was.

You could tell from the slightest gestures: the way his back kept sinking back in the couch, the way his fingers kept combing through his hair, the way he hissed under his breath, the way his hips rolled up - if you weren’t so close to him, you wouldn’t have noticed any of it.

When you finally took it upon yourself to free his personified frustration, you were taken aback, not because of his girth or the throbbing redness - although that was in the back of your mind. You were teetering on a metaphorical edge of your friendship. The kiss was one thing but now you were approaching the gate of no return. But you’d have plenty of time to worry about that later... and after the fact.

You let the lust shroud your head with its black clouds as you leaned in closer. You delicately ran the flat of your ring finger up his length while dragging your tongue down, eliciting an explicit gasp from him.

And he couldn’t help but squirm under you when you circled your tongue under the head, where he was the most sensitive.

Your lips secured around the tip, and you sunk them down as far as they could go, until they pressed firmly on his pelvis. The vulgar gurgling sound you inadvertently made while fighting your gag reflex only did more to stir his arousal.

“Fuck, since when were you this hot?”

You started bobbing your head up and down, cheeks hollowing as a result of the increased suction. Every now and then, you’d slow down to trace his prominent veins with your tongue, and when you’d pick up your pace again, grunts and groans continuously trickled down his lips.

You wanted to smirk. Your nostrils flared as the corners of your lips lifted up as much as they could in their limiting position. You had to take your hands away from his hip and the base of his dick to place them behind your back just to show off.

When Jisung’s sounds became gruffer and more primal, you had an inlinking of what was to come. So, you stopped, smacking your lips with a loud pop.

“Truth or dare?” Desire poured from your half-lidded eyes, lacing your voice in a tone that sent electricity through Jisung’s nerves.

“...Dare,” he whispered, still heavily breathing.

You stood up. “Take your pants off and don’t move for the next five minutes… no matter what.”

He peered up at you with suspicious eyes, but did as you asked. His suspicion turned into surprise as you pulled your leggings and panty off in one motion, setting the garments on the ground.

“What are you doing?” he asked in a strained voice as you straddled him, gripping the back of the couch for support, aligning your now-dripping heat over his erection.

“Making,” you started lowering yourself, taking him in, “things more,” all in, “interesting.”

He threw his head back, “Fuck.”

“Remember,” you tapped your phone on the other side of the couch to see the time, “no moving for five minutes.”

“You’re so evil.” He glared at you.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I thought you knew this already.”

“I didn’t-” his attempt to amend his statement was cut short when you attached your lips to his jaw, trailing kisses up its line, slowly, taking your time.

He held his breath when yours blew into his ear, heat searing his skin, and you could feel him twitch inside you.

“I’m gonna destroy you when my turn is up.”

You tapped his chin with your finger. “If you can manage to behave until then.”

“You think I can’t?”

“It’s not that I think you can’t… I just don’t think you can.” You waved your hips to increase the pressure between your connected skin, and you could tell he had to bite his tongue just to suppress a moan.

When your lips latched onto his neck, he gulped, staring at the clock at the other end of the room. He tried to fixate on the constant movement of the second hand, but his body had a different agenda, preferring to focus on how good your lips felt on his sensitive skin, how you alternated between sweet pecks and French kisses, hard sucking and soft nibbling.

He felt the heat radiating from his skin, sweat dripping down the back of his neck as a result of his attempt to hold himself back. He grit his teeth, frustration crippling his body; he was this close to caving, this close.

“Time.”

He bucked his hips up, gripping yours tightly. “Such a fucking tease.” But he still held back, keeping his pumping slow and steady. “Truth or dare?”

You crashed your body to match his tempo. “Truth.”

“Do you want it harder?”

“...Yes.”

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A/N This one is also a reimagined version of a scenario I wrote for a different idol years ago

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