#hwang.txt

[hardskz]

[ 7:26 pm ] “baby, look in the mirror. look how pretty you are,” hyunjin groans in between ragged breaths, tilting your chin up when you don’t comply immediately. your breath hitches when you lock eyes with your reflection. something akin to shame bubbles up in you. 

hyunjin must have a twisted definition of the word ‘pretty’ if that’s how he describes you. your chest is heaving rapidly, still suffering from the aftereffects of your third orgasm, body sticky from sweat. drool spills out of your parted lips, dripping down your chin while your cheeks are stained with tears. and as if that isn’t enough, your legs are draped over hyunjin’s, spread out wide and giving you the clearest view on your cunt; puffy, swollen, and drenched in your cum. 

filthy. that’s how you fucking look.

“aw, you’re so sensitive,” he coos, tracing a finger over your folds. your body jerks at the contact, a sob breaking out of your mouth. hyunjin fucking giggles at your reaction and pecks your cheek to make up for it. 

“yes— mmh sensitive— too much— hngh,” you hiccup, more tears pricking in your eyes as he continues to tease you. your arms push weakly at him to stop the overstimulation, but you knew from the start that you don’t have the strength to do so. after a few more half-assed efforts to make him stop, you give up. your body goes limp and you slump against his bare chest, letting him do as he pleases. 

though your vision is blurry, you faintly make out hyunjin’s free hand reaching to the side. what exactly he’s grabbing, you can’t pinpoint. 

“you look so cute like this, baby.” hyunjin stops moving. “so fucked out. see, you even twitch when all i do is this.” he spreads your folds apart before smearing your release on your clit. a cry leaves you as you look at the obscenity through the mirror, hips stuttering when he applies more pressure. 

“do you wanna know when i think you look the prettiest?” he ceases his movements once more, voice suddenly more sinister than before. you don’t dare to answer, not that you could anyway if you wanted to; not with how your throat feels constricted all of sudden. 

“i think you look prettiest when you’re all filled up.“ your eyes widen the moment he finishes his sentence, and you feel your walls involuntarily clenching when you meet his gaze through the mirror. hyunjin is dead serious, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth. 

you throw your head back against his shoulder when you feel something cold pushing into your entrance. the dildo is huge, filling you up to the brim. quivering from the stretch, you moan brokenly. even to your ears, your ugly sobs are downright pathetic to listen to. 

“feeling good, baby? feeling so good you’re crying?” hyunjin muses with an airy voice, but it doesn’t match up with the smirk visible in his features. “oh wait, you were already crying before when i was eating you out. wanna take it up a notch and feel so good you don’t even realize you’re gonna cum again?”

unable to form words, you nod shakily. hyunjin’s smirk widens. “fucking cumslut.” he drags the toy out until only the tip is still inside of you, and then thrusts it back in one fluid motion. his eyes are fixated on the way the fake cock disappears inside of you, only to be pulled out again before being pushed back. 

you cry at the stimulation, burying your face in the crook of his neck. as hyunjin gradually picks up the pace, your pants grow shallower. and then in the heat of the moment, he pushes the dildo deeper with a light slap.

the moan that leaves you is the filthiest you’ve ever sounded. 

hyunjin’s eyes are wide with surprise. “you like to be spanked there?” 

for the first time, your brain suddenly works again. “n-no, not there— please,” you ramble between tears and sobs, hoping he’ll give you the benefit of the doubt.

he does it again, this time aiming for your clit. you writhe in his arms, crying silently as the slight sting sends vibrations all the way to your cunt. 

before he can land another hit, you babble, “not again— not there— too sensitive— gonna cum if you k-keep do—” you’re very well aware that what you’re saying doesn’t make sense in the slightest, so you ramp up your brain to form at least one logical sentence. “please, spank me wherever but not there.”

hyunjin looks like he’s giving it a second thought. he observes you through your reflection, maintaining eye contact with you until he sighs. 

the next thing you know, he tips you over so that you’re on all fours. you flinch when he delivers a spank to your ass — not strong enough to leave a mark but enough to shove the toy deeper in your hole. gasping, your walls tighten around it.

“okay, then i’ll give you a good spanking. however,” he breathes out, stroking the skin he just slapped while dragging the dildo out inch by inch. “i want you to keep your eyes on the mirror.”

[ special thanks to @moonlit-minho without your thoughts this hot mess wouldn’t have turned out the way it is <3 ]

[hardskz]

[ 7:28 pm ] it’s like you’ve ascended to heaven.

there’s no other way around it; not when hyunjin is squeezing your hand reassuringly as you recover from your third orgasm of the evening. “good girl,” he mumbles before pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose.

a weak giggle escapes your lips and your lashes flutter shut when his hair tickles your skin. your heart does cartwheels when you open your eyes again, only to meet his loving gaze. whoever decided to bleach his hair and give him those extensions deserves a raise, you figure, because he definitely looks the part of an angel which further promotes the thought that you landed in heaven.

but then there’s jisung staring down at you smugly, cum glistening his fingertips. nestled between your trembling legs, his eyes never leave your face as sucks your slick off his hands. the butterflies in your stomach have vanished by now, only to be replaced with the terrifying realization that you’re just halfway there before the actual playtime begins. whoever decided to dye his hair black and start his love for rings deserves a promotion, you reckon, because his looks match his personality for the first time.

it’s like you’ve descended to hell.

“you can take another, can’t you? we’re both dying to be inside you.” jisung hums nonchalantly, making sure his cold rings touch your skin as he ghosts his knuckles over your inner thighs. the motion knocks the wind out of your lungs and you feel yourself growing wet again.

“y-yes, sir.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but it’s loud enough to catch both of their ears.

hyunjin doesn’t seem convinced, judging by the way his brows furrow in worry. “you sure you can do it? we can take it down a notch if it’s too much for you.” although you get where he’s coming from and appreciate the concern, you’re quick to shut him down.

“i’m fine, i just wanna... wanna be... good.”

“our good little girl, only obedient for us.” jisung muses before propping himself on his arms, face inches away from your oversensitive heat. “we said we’d only give you cock if you manage to cum four times, each from our mouths and hands, and you still agreed to that even though your limit is three. you’re so good for us, letting us use you however we want. our pretty cockslut.”  

“less talking, more working, jisung. i wanna fuck her already.”

jisung scoffs. “patience, hyunjin. if you took your time eating her out, i’ll take my time too.” it’s the last thing he says before he spreads your swollen folds apart and licks up a long stripe to your clit, causing you to yelp.

but then he flattens his tongue against your bundle of nerves, and you almost black out. at first, you think it’s your senses messing badly with you, but then he does it again and you feel the cold bud pressed against your clit with full force. you try to thrash around to get away from the sensations, but it’s a mission damned to fail when hyunjin’s vice grip is keeping your hands pinned above your head and jisung is firmly keeping your thighs apart.

“oh, did i forget to tell you?” jisung asks in a tone way too innocent to match the vicious glint in his features. you’re about to shoot him a confused look when his tongue darts out, revealing the silver ball that’s the cause of your downfall. “got this only for you, baby.”

it all goes straight to your throbbing core. “thank you, sir.” you cringe at the way your voice cracks midway, but that’s all history when he sends you a wink before returning to his previous position and resuming his sweet torment.

except, he doesn’t take his damn time with you any longer.

nothing could prepare you for the brutal treatment he’s put you on. not even the knowledge of his new piercing could soften the blow; frankly, that just makes it a thousand times worse. after going down on you so many times, jisung knows which areas and angles he has to exploit to make you reach your limit in lightning speed. his tongue works magic on you, flicking your clit and gathering all the slick that’s dribbling out of you. the piercing amplifies the effects by a thousandfold, reducing your ability to speak to loud moans that border cries. he groans obscenely as he sucks on your clit, the vibrations causing your blood to rush. and then in the heat of the moment, when you think you can’t be more overwhelmed, he rams two fingers into you knuckle-deep.

“fucking sadist,” hyunjin mutters under his breath as he watches you sob erratically. he stops sucking lovebites on your chest to move his lips up to your ear. “you close, baby? don’t hold back. cum on jisung’s tongue like the good girl you are.” the subtle growl in his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you choke out a “yes, master” when he gently takes your earlobe between his teeth.

jisung doubles his efforts to catch every single drop of you when you cum on his tongue with a cry so loud your neighbors are bound to hear. your body spasms, arms twitching although hyunjin is still restricting you. as your orgasm begins to ebb, you whimper in pain while jisung licks you clean, the tongue piercing sending your oversensitive cunt into overdrive.

“you did well, baby. look at you, breaking your record, well done.” finally, hyunjin lets go of your wrists before cupping your face to leave kisses all over. meanwhile, jisung is soothingly rubbing your hips, a lopsided grin etched on his face.

“please,” you sigh eventually, resulting in the two of them to pull away and look at you concernedly. before any of them can ask what’s wrong, you roll onto the side so that you’re lying on your stomach. you pull your knees in so that your lower weight rests on them, then move your hands behind to spread your folds apart, giving them an unfiltered view on your abused pussy.

they both suck in a sharp breath when they realize your intentions, looking like they’re about to pass out anytime soon. it’s batshit crazy, mad even, especially when you’ve never made it past three orgasms before and just barely made it to the fourth without a fail. but they wanted to push you and you agreed. there’s no way in heaven or hell that you’re going back on your words. “please. you promised you’d give me cock.”

hyunjin and jisung don’t need to be told twice.

[hardskz]

[ 6:51 pm ] hyunjin has long given up on breaking the shackles that are cuffing his wrists and ankles to the bedposts. his chest is heaving rapidly, his hair disheveled, and the few strands of hair that frame his face are damp from the sweat forming on his forehead. if you look closely, there’s even drool leaking from his mouth. 

“you look kind of cute all tied up like that, like a present for me,” you say in awe, eyes beaming when you run your eyes down his naked frame and stop at his dick. his head is glistening with precum dribbling out of the slit, and the cock ring wrapped around his base causes your lips to curve up in a smile. “aw, look how hard and red you are. it makes me wanna suck you off while you’re still wearing that thing.”

hyunjin freezes. “n-no— i can’t— don’t—” his voice breaks as he makes a half-assed attempt to free himself from the restraints. only god knows how long he’s been tied to the bed, pliant to whatever methods you teased him with. he’s been a good boy, hasn’t complained when you pulled away seconds before he was about to come, hasn’t opposed when you were touching everything except his cock. his endurance can only take so much.

“why not? you deserve a reward after everything i did to you.” you blink at him with feigned innocence before making yourself comfortable between his thighs. although your face is just a few inches away from his cock, your breath still hits him and that’s all it takes for his heart to stop beating. “i’ll go slow if you really insist.”

hyunjin opens his mouth in retaliation, but his next words morph into an obnoxiously loud moan as you slowly lick up a long stripe. his visions blanks out, eyes rolling back as you do it again. “oh, you’re so sensitive,” you laugh, lightly stroking his balls. 

hyunjin sounds as if he hasn’t gotten head in a decade. his groans are drawn out and downright pornographic, voice cracking once in a while whenever you lightly blow on his tip. he thinks he might about lose it completely when your tongue dips into his slit, lapping up precum. 

“take it off, please. take it off take it off take it off—” he babbles. your eyes snap up to him, only to be met with his chest that’s rising up and down heavily and a set of bloodshot eyes. then, you notice the tears and drool running down his face. the image of him has you malfunctioning for a hot second, throat suddenly feeling scorched.

you decide to take pity on him and kiss his tip before undoing the cock ring. hyunjin cries and jerks at even the slightest pressure but visibly eases up once you put the toy aside. you wait until he’s completely calmed down before making a move. 

with the cock ring gone, hyunjin is more receptive than before. his breath hitches, voice cracked as he tries his damn hardest to breathe through his nose. you resume your kitten licks on his shaft, not even once wrapping your lips around him. precum dribbles out of the tip generously and you smear it all over his length. hyunjin spasms when he feels his fluids drip down all the way to his balls, unable to hide his voice.

“you’re leaking so much and you didn’t cum even once so far,” you comment. hyunjin is so overwhelmed that he’s bursting into the second round of tears and when you put his dick in your mouth, teasing his head ever so slightly with your tongue, he completely loses it. desperate to get a hold of something, his arms are shaking from the intensity of all sensations he’s bombarded with. meanwhile, you revel in his distinct cries and the sound of the shackles clashing against the bedposts. 

he’s close. as his breaths grow ragged, you suck on him with more force. hyunjin’s so close he can taste it on the tip of his tongue, but just before he’s about to cum, you suddenly pull away and let his cock slap against his stomach. the cry that escapes him is broken, filled with frustration and sounds so, so pathetic that he’s sure you broke him both figuratively and literally. a gurgle of unintelligible words flows out of him as he tries to buck his hips into nothing, desperate for anything that can tip him off the edge. he doesn’t even last ten seconds before he gives up and slumps against the mattress, sobbing from yet another ruined orgasm. was this the fourth one? or already the fifth? he lost count of it.

“c’mon, did you really think i’d let you cum?” you quirk a brow at him, unfazed by his pleading eyes.

hyunjin would cower in shame if his limbs allowed him to do so. at this stage, he’s tired and needy and deprived. never in his life did he wanted to cum as badly as now and he’s not sure if he’ll be alive tomorrow if he doesn’t cum.

“don’t tell me you already forgot our deal!”

deal? what deal? hyunjin tries to get the cogs in his brain to work and soon enough, the realization hits him like a truck.

he blanches.

“that’s right, hyunjinnie. i won’t let you cum at all.”

[hardskz]

[ 9:13 pm ] the bottle of whiskey nearly slips out of hyunjin’s hand as your thumb brushes over his reddened tip, catching his precum which earns a stuttered groan from him. “i hate you,” he hisses quietly, though his voice is drowned out by the chatter in the living room either way. 

“no, you don’t,” you giggle as you smear precum all over his length that peeks out of his underwear. brows furrowed, he sets the bottle down and squeezes his eyes shut as if to keep himself level-headed. that’s easier said than done, especially when your friends are just one room away and could barge into the kitchen anytime. 

“once this is over i’m going to bend you over the counter and make you regret doing this.” hyunjin warns (too bad it rather comes out as a pathetic whimper), thrusting his hips against your hand to create more friction. a soft moan leaves him when you take his cock completely out of the restraints of his pants and pump him faster. with both hands gripping to the counter as if it were his lifeline and bottom lip between his lips, he turns more lightheaded and struggles to keep his whines low. if anyone dares to come in now, he is fucked. 

“suck it up, you lost the bet after all. besides, aren’t you enjoying this too much, leaking so much whlie our friends are here? how would they react when they realize that you’re mixing their drink as you’re about to come?” his dick twitches in your hold, and a smirk appears on your face. “by the way, don’t forget the manhattan chan asked for.”

remembering that he still has a job to do, hyunjin picks up the bottle of whiskey and quickly finishes the cocktail mix, trying to not spill too much. that however, is a task deemed impossible the moment you focus on his tip again, and he almost lurches forward against the counter. “you’re driving me crazy, i swear,” he pants. but just when he’s about to come, you tightly grip the base of his cock. a choked cry flies past his lips as you continue to deprive him from his release. “the fuck was that for?”

you smile wickedly at him. “beg for it.”

the look he stares you is deadly. because no. “you are fucking done.” gone is the whiny tone, instead replaced with coldness. hyunjin has tolerated a lot up to this point, but you pushed your luck too much with that. he doesn’t mind handing the reigns over to you, but at the end of the day, it’s only so much control that he gives you, and he doesn’t give a fuck if he’s breaking the bet. 

before you can register it fully, he tugs your hand away from him and hides his painfully hard and painfully red cock in his pants before dragging you up the stairs. ignoring the stares your friends are burning at your back as you pass them, hyunjin catches your attention once more. 

“you better beg if you want me to go easy on you.”

[hardskz]

[ 3:06 pm ] hyunjin has always hit different. but ever since he took that lifeguard position during his semester holidays and is no longer conforming to the ridiculous beauty standard of being as pale as casper the ghost, he hits different.

not only because his tan is doing his toned body more justice than you like to admit (he resembles the greek god aesthetic so much more now with his sunkissed skin), but he’s taken liberties too many that come with the job.

“aren’t you abusing your power?” you pant when he pulls away from the heated kiss to catch his breath. your mind is hazy from the scorching heat of the sun yet simultaneously on highest alert. this part of the private beach is always vacant — especially at this time, hyunjin has assured you over and over again — but that doesn’t undermine the fact that the first thing anyone will be subject to if they happen to stroll around this area is your legs thrown over your boyfriend’s shoulders as he fucks you to oblivion in broad daylight. 

hyunjin, hair still dripping wet from playing in the ocean and mixed with the sweat on his forehead, raises a brow at you in an unimpressed manner. “i’m making your dreams come true, so zip it.”

he doesn’t give you room for a counterattack before his lips smash against yours once more. the roughness of his tongue shoved into your mouth has your brain spinning, the taste of salt water from his lips lingering on your tastebuds. combined with his body heat on top of the already ridiculously hot temperature and the way he hits your nerves with every hard thrust of his cock, you feel like you’re about to die for real. 

hyunjin swallows up all of your moans. one hand creeps up to your chest and before you realize it, he’s mindlessly toying with your nipple, your back arching into his touch. he hums back into your mouth so vulgarly that it sends tremors through your veins.

the beach towel is blazing against your skin to the point where it’s like your hands will burn if you clutch them any longer, so you desperately latch onto hyunjin, fingers curling around his tense biceps. a low groan leaves him at the stinging sensation of nails digging into his skin. you’re both growing impatient and teetering at the edge, and it shows in how you clench around him more frantically and how his thrusts grow more uncoordinated.

with the last ounce of strength he can muster up, he readjusts his angle before pounding into you like a man gone wild, detaching his mouth from yours to spit all things that make your knees weak in your ear. “come on, babe, open your eyes for me or else.” 

you’re damned. the sun is blinding but you don’t find it within yourself to care, not when hyunjin is cockily staring down at you with hooded eyes, overly pink lips, and droplets of water and sweat framing his honey complexion. not when there’s a hint of fondness written all over his features, still in awe that he has you in this state, nearly knocked out of air. not when pride and a sense of victory bubble up in him, visible in his lust-blown expression. 

he fucks you through your orgasm, past the point where you’re crying two octaves higher than you’re used to. the sound of the waves hitting the shore is ear-splitting, but even then you doubt that the water could drown out your voice completely. 

hyunjin comes inside you with an unfiltered moan not long after. his cock twitches and you’re filled with warmth, shaking underneath him from the heat. he collapses right beside you once his shaft is limp, and takes a moment to catch air. the basket is just an arm’s-length away from him, so you tiredly nudge him. “can you hand me over the water bottle? i’m about to die from the heat.”

“not from the way i fucked you?” he teases, but still does as told. his blindly rummages around a little before he finds it and hands it over to you.

“absolutely not.” you joke. you barely have a sip down your throat when he encloses a hand around yours and yanks the bottle away, a challenging glint sparkling in his eyes. 

“wanna bet?”

[hardskz]

[ 1:59 pm ] you have no clue how the fuck you ended up in this position, and you’re only half angry about it. call it payback or a deal gone wrong, but neither does that explain how on earth freelance model!changbin disarmed you from your camera, nor does it explain how freelance model!hyunjin forced your back flush against his bare chest in the middle of the studio.

“such a shame that you’re always behind the camera.” hyunjin mouths against your neck, his hot breath leaving goosebumps all over your skin. “bet you’d look so pretty in pictures, all ruined and vulnerable.” you keep your mouth shut, refusing to let them hear how weak he was making you feel. “don’t forget to look at the camera, baby.”

as if on cue, the sounds of the camera shutter reverberate off the walls. your eyes flit over to changbin who’s taken a crouching stance. he’s taking pictures of you from all angles, tongue peaking out of the corner of his mouth. “you look so pretty like this. so compliant too.” he lowers the camera and stares at the previews in awe before he snaps his head into your direction. 

while the sane part of your conscience wants to become one with the ground out of shame, your libido desperately wants to know just how those pictures turned out. a weak moan leaves you the moment hyunjin slips his hands past your underwear and smears your precum all over. 

“hyunjin, s-stop...” your breath hitches when he prods at your entrance. 

“but you’re doing so well, baby. changbin said so himself.” you can hear the pout in hyunjin’s voice. his lips trail down your throat and you lose all sense of time and space when he lightly sucks on your adam’s apple. the skill his hand possesses keeps up with his mouth, and your head falls back against his shoulder when he slips a slick finger into you. you faintly register the camera clicks and changbin saying something, but you don’t register his words until hyunjin strips you off your underwear.

“nu-uh, baby. keep your legs spread apart. wanna see you fall apart,” changbin rasps as he closes the distance between you to capture you up close. you submit to his order, mouth agape when hyunjin adds another finger, scissoring you open at a snail’s pace. changbin takes it as the opportunity to take pictures from a lower angle, the filthiest angles he can find. 

soon enough, your body is writhing under their gazes, hyunjin whispering praises into your skin. “be good to us and come from my fingers.” your breathing becomes heavier when his digits curl inside you, hitting your sweet spot in the bullseye. meanwhile, changbin never stops pressing the shutter. it’s not long until you’ve reached peak pleasure, your hips bucking as you ride out your orgasm. 

“stop, hyun— h-hhh-a-aah—“ hyunjin ignores your pleas and continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. “please!” you cry, eyes frantically looking for changbin. instead, you stare straight into the camera, and your ears pick up changbin’s small “finally” before he abuses the shutter button.

frustration starts to build up in the pit of your stomach, beating the pain of being overstimulated. you suddenly grab hyunjin’s wrist and in the blink of an eye, twist yourself around and push him against the floor, sitting right on top of him. “i said stop,” you snarl and in that exact moment, all smugness leaves hyunjin’s soul. 

he tries to place his hands on your hips, but you’re quick to dismiss him. “don’t touch me.” the coldness in your voice leaves no room for debate. knowing that he’s been stripped from his power in the blink of an eye, hyunjin slowly lowers his arms and plants them to the ground. “changbin, come here.” you beckon the other over with one hand.

hyunjin doesn’t manage to connect the dots until you grind on the prominent bulge straining against his pants. your eyes widen in astonishment at the loud moans he gives off. the sounds he’s making are borderline pornographic, and with the way his eyes roll back and chest heaves, it’s hard to fathom that this is actually happening. that you’re hovering over him, doing this instead of work.

changbin is quick to understand your intentions and in a flash, he’s focusing the camera on the other’s face. you feel hyunjin’s dick stir the moment he realizes that he’s now subject to the camera. as if he’s doing it for extra measure, he moans even more obscenely; even lets some drool slide out of the corners of his mouth. 

you raise a brow upon the realization. “you’re too loud,” you comment before shoving two fingers in his mouth. the effect is nearly immediate; hyunjin initially gags around your digits, but once he’s got over the surprise, he eagerly sucks on them, tongue lapping around. soon enough, his eyes are squeezed shut and although muffled, he still manages to be as noisy as before. you grind on him once more, the lewdest noise you’ve ever heard leaving him. “don’t forget to look at the camera, hyunjinnie.”

[hardskz]

[ 12:52 pm ] the glint in hyunjin’s eyes is filled with unfiltered, shameless glee. he’s clearly enjoying the show and acts as if he was sitting in the first row for a blockbuster premiere. “you’re so uncharastically quiet, baby.”

no shit, sherlock, you hiss inwardly. the vibrations against your core swallow your body up whole. his entire stunt makes you want to scream and thrash around in uncontrollable pleasure, but your current predicament makes it downright impossible to do so. you consider snapping at him, but that’d be serving him even more leverage over you on a silver platter. so instead, you clench your trembling thighs together and purse your lips. 

frowning at your silence, hyunjin swipes something on his phone, and you flinch when the vibrator hits your walls in a harsher pattern. you dare a quick glance at the other passengers aboard the bus. to your delight, nobody seems to pay you any ounce of attention.

“don’t act as if this treatment is unjustified. since you obviously wanted to be punished, i had to take different measures this time,” hyunjin starts anew, a ting of disappointment audible in his tone. you wince, trying not to squirm around in your seat to avoid raising suspicion. your panties are sticking uncomfortably to your folds, making you painfully aware of how drenched they are. “i told you that i wanted to make you cum without you making any sound. seems like the only way to make you play by the rules is when anyone could see exactly what you’re trying to hide.”

being the sadistic devil he is, he sets the vibrator to the highest setting, and you bite on your bottom lip to swallow a moan. the toy is vigorously abusing your walls and your system short-circuits. waves of pleasure cloud your rationality and you let go of a breath you didn’t know you held on to. the temptation to shift in your seat is big, but that would just attract somebody’s eyes. that resolve shatters within seconds though, once you feel the knot in your abdomen tighten.

“i don’t wanna... n-not like this—” you whisper helplessly and grab his wrist shakily for support, but hyunjin is quick to dismiss you.

“then you should’ve played by my rules in the first place, brat. i’m going to make you cum right here, right now. unbeknownst to anyone sitting in this bus. whether you like it or not.”

hyunjin follows through with his words. he suddenly wraps an arm around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer to him, and the drag against the seat throws you over the edge. your vision is blurry for a minute and your sanity is being robbed so that you don’t burst into moans. the faint taste of blood lingers on your tongue, but in this moment you can’t seem to care about your busted lip. however, it’s all worth it when you’re caught under his triumphant smile, the vibrator falling still inside you. 

or so you think.

not long after, you reach the station and get out of the bus. 

not even five seconds after the bus departs, as you’re walking on the way home, the vibrator jumps back to life. 

“you really thought i was done punishing you?”

[hardskz]

[ 3:30 pm ] you should’ve seen it coming that being forced to work on a group assignment with basketball player!jisung and swimmer!hyunjin was a recipe for disaster. it’s no secret that the two star athletes of your school harbour a mutual hatred that started way back when they were just mere children, but nobody warned you that their need to prove their superiority to one another also applies to things outside of sports.

“am i making you feel good?” hyunjin rasps while keeping a steady grip on your hips. you whine louder in response and throw your head back against his shoulder when he flexes his thigh and guides your hips to grind on him even faster. “words, love. talk to me,” he muses in between featherlight kisses on your neck.

“yes, y-you’re… hhhh... making me feel so good,” you moan as you continue to hump his thigh. 

upon hearing this, jisung scoffs and latches his hands onto your waist to pull you on his lap, your back pressed against his bare chest. at the loss of friction, you’re about to complain, but you immediately snap your head back once he plunges two spit-coated fingers in you, making you inhale sharply at the stretch. “do you prefer me pleasuring you? i’m better, right?”

“mmh yes,” you whimper and nod obediently, writhing when he curls his fingers.

“oh please, y/n is too far gone and will answer with yes to everything.” hyunjin rolls his eyes as he takes off his shirts. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes hungrily follow the lines of his abs nor the way you lick your lips. 

unsatisfied by how much quieter you’ve become, jisung picks up the pace, causing you to yelp. “doesn’t change the fact that y/n said i’m better than you, hwang.”

that seems to flip the switch in hyunjin and makes him lose his last hanging threads of composure. “you need a fucking reality check, han,” he snarls before he pulls you into a kiss. it’s really more of a messy clash of lips and tongues and drool dripping out of your mouth the more you struggle to breathe, but it’s enough to rile you up and thrust sloppily into jisung’s fingers and want more.

your fingers start to wander to undo hyunjin’s belt, but he’s quick to grab your hands and pin them to your sides. “no no, love. let us do the work and just enjoy.”

he pulls you back for another kiss, but with every passing moment he grows more and more dominant and you become needier and needier. it’s obvious in the way you rut on jisung like a dog, the way your high-pitched moans come out muffled and when jisung starts to suck on your throat, the last bits of self-control is thrown out the window. 

it’s filthy. for a cloudy afternoon, it sounds way too filthy. low groans and the nasty sound of lips smacking and sucking bounces off your bedroom walls and your head is buzzing from the burning heat. there are dozens of thoughts running in your mind, but the only one that matters is having one of them pound into you from behind, and the other one fuck your mouth until you’re sore and you feel as if your vocal chords ripped. too dizzy to process your surroundings, you don’t notice how jisung has given the reigns to the other and pushes you back on hyunjin’s lap to slip out of his jeans. 

at the sight of the makeout session and you basically getting off on his thighs, jisung groans lowly as he palms himself over his boxers. hyunjin raises a brow before he pulls away and turns you around so that your back hits his chest.

“don’t tell me you’re gonna come in your pants like a thirteen year-old from watching us kiss,” he says shamelessly, making the other grit his teeth.

“i hope you fucking choke.”

“i’m a swimmer. unlike you, i can go for a while without oxygen. you should hope that i won’t be the one strangling you soon.”

“before you get to even touch me i’ll have broken your hand already. don’t underestimate basketball players.”

their quarrel is cut short by the loud whine that escapes your mouth. all eyes snap to your direction, and wherever you look, the only thing you can read out of them is unfiltered lust. it should make you cower from being intimidated, but it does rather the opposite and fuels you to do more. the next thing you know, a pair of strong and calloused hands (jisung? you’re too busy seeking for attention to confirm it) hold your hips down in a vice grip, stopping you from grinding onto hyunjin. 

“you got our attention now,” hyunjin begins and hungrily runs his tongue along his bottom lip, “so, who do you want to fuck you?”

your ears perk up at the question and suddenly, your blood runs cold. “only one of you?” you ask in a small voice.

“so needy,” he chuckles darkly and you fight off a whimper when a finger prods at your entrance. “but for the first round, it’s either me or him. so tell us, love.”

the hands on your hips rub soothing circles into your skin, but it’s not working. fucking hell, as if it was that easy to decide and just settle for one. you haven’t even seen any of their dicks yet but you’re certain that they’re both able to make you feel stuffed to the brim. unable to make a decision, you frantically shake your head and add, “i can’t! i want both of you, a-aah, please—“

“that won’t do, baby,” jisung tuts and pulls his hands away. “guess we’ll have to do this.” with that, he gets off the bed and your eyes widen in arousal and in wariness when you see him return with a flannel shirt. 

it doesn’t take hyunjin long to connect the dots once the other attempts to roll it up as neatly as possible. within moments, jisung wraps the makeshift blindfold over your eyes and from there on, all you see is black. 

with your vision taken away, you realize just how much you’ve been leaking on hyunjin’s lap, and you can’t help but shudder at the picture of staining his jeans even more. it doesn’t last long though, as your back suddenly hits the soft pillows and you make out some faint whispers and the mattress dipping. a shaky moan flies past your lips when you feel someone spread your thighs apart and prod at your entrance with kitten licks, while the other grabs ahold of your wrists and ties them together with some fabric. 

who whispers in your ear, you can’t tell. either way, a shiver runs down your spine and you just hope that they’d be merciful enough to let you be able to walk the next day. 

“here’s the deal. we’re gonna rile you up without you knowing who’s doing what to you, and based on that, you’re going to blindly decide whose dick you want in you first.”