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Jisung blushes as he looks in the mirror.
Long, knee-high black socks with two white stripes on the very top on each side. A little, frilly red-checkered skirt that shows most of his uncovered thighs - and extremely short black crop-top that hugs his chest.
He’s absolutely dressed like a femboy.
But twenty dollars is twenty dollars.
Chan was quite literally paying Jisung twenty dollars to dress like this, and surprise his roommate as their relationship was just teetering on friends-with-benefits - all if he could tell his group members what the reaction was.
It started as a joke. But Jisung seemed to take it a little too seriously, and an actual bet was made.
Right now, he’s currently waiting. But also debating if he should just send an image to Minho to hurry this up.
3RACHA 🔥
Jisung
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Jisung
🙄
This better be worth it, but here’s the outfit I picked out
Changbin
Ain’t no way bro actually did it 💀
But damn, tell us how it goes afterwards
Chan
Ofc he did it
He wants that 20 dollars
And yes don’t forget that, or you’re not getting the money 🙏🙏🙏
-
Jisung rolls his eyes but doesn’t say anything.
Damn. I actually look pretty good in this. He mentally says, once again checking himself out in the mirror.
Jisung also just decides to wait for Minho to get home to surprise him.
Jisung turns around and checks the curve of his ass. Pulling the skirt up to look at the very tight black-laced panties. It’s actually rather expensive lingerie.
Yes, he wore lingerie underneath. That, he did not tell the others.
He really went all-out for that 20 dollars.
The bet was made just five days ago. Right away, he ordered the cutest set he could find and got it a few days early.
Did he even do it for the money any more?
Oh. Who the fuck cares at this point.
However, Jisung is rapidly snapped out of his thoughts - nearly dropping his phone and cracking the screen.
A knock on the door.
That is most likely Minho, considering the harsh pattern of knocking. Jisung sets his phone on a dresser.
“Jisung! It’s Minho, let me in!”
Yep, it was him. And he sounds a bit pissed…
Jisung was totally, absolutely fucked. Now he’s nervous, and thinking of switching his clothes out. But there’s no time for that.
And Minho gets cranky when he doesn’t open the door within three-milliseconds.
Oh, fuck it.
Jisung sports some weird, coquettish trot as he opens the door for his roommate. Greeting him with a smile, and the older’s eyes instantly travel down his body.
“What the fuck are you wearing-”
“Jeez. No hello or something?”
Jisung might as well give it his all. “You like the look, though?” He does a ballerina-like pose, lifting his skirt up just barely and giving the older the blankest of faces.
“Alright, who did this to you? Did someone kidnap my Jisungie and force him to wear this?”
Jisung can’t gauge his emotion. Is he turned on…? Disgusted…? Amused? Surprised?
“Actually, I did this to myself.”
“Were you paid to do this?” Minho says curtly, walking passed him to set his grocery bags down on the counter. “I’m just asking, since you make bets with your bros all the time.
“Yes.” Jisung has a slight frown on his face. “Do you… not like it? I need a reaction for me to get my money,”
It seems as though in the beat of a hummingbird’s heart, Minho whips around to storm over to him and press him against the wall, right next to the opening of the kitchen.
“Oh.”
Not what Jisung expected, there’s a vibrant red blush creeping up on the back of his neck and his cheeks. Rosy and red. But who is he to complain?
“Actually, I quite like it.” MInho’s fingers toy with the hem of his black crop-top, showing the sliver of skin and his abs resting beneath. “A bit of a surprise, but it looks nice on you.”
There is a dangerous glint in Minho’s eyes. Perhaps Jisung bargained more than he could take while dressing like a femboy, though in his defense: He didn’t know how much of a sucker Minho was for it, however that much is quite obvious.
The pent-up energy, Minho looks possessed, it’s obvious this is affecting Minho quite a bit.
Minho’s fingers are cold as he continues to toy with the hem of his collar of the crop-top.. Reluctantly, he pulled away. A grin chasing his lips.
Though, Minho masks it.
“I have to put some things away, however, when I’m done…”
“Go on?” Jisung squeaks out, squeezing his thighs together. For he can already feel the wetness of his cunt spill on to the panties.
“I wouldn’t mind making your 20 bucks even more worth it.”
-
Jisung is pushed onto the bed. Red duvets beneath him shift to his will to the compression.
They had already been making out and kissing on their way in the bedroom, tongues tangled like horny teenagers and stumbling across the hallway.
Jisung’s back hits the bet. Chest sticking up, facing Minho who stands before him beside the bed.
“Jeez, I didn’t know you were such a goner for femboys n’ boys in skirts…” The younger mumbles a bit bratty, not at all bothered.
“Me neither. I learned something new about myself today.”
Minho runs and smothers his hands down Jisung’s sides, pushing his crop top up higher tp expose his chest. Nice, toned muscles, perky nipples with scars underneath.
“Did anyone ever tell you how pretty you are?” Minho says sweetly, acting innocent as his cold hands hit the square center of Jisung’s chest, giving feather-light touches which sends Jisung’s back arching into the air.
And then, the other set of hands slowly trail down. “Fuck.” He moans, rubbing all around Jisung’s inner thighs and squeezing them. Even digging his nails in the flesh, finger lining the edge of the knee-high socks-
They’ve had sex before. Between random eating-outs of each other to blow off steam and stress - or random makeouts at parties, this would not be their first time.
They also just so happen to be roommates and friends.
It was nothing of a surprise that Jisung was already enjoying himself too much. This wasn’t the outcome he expected; but who was he to complain?
Jisung wiggles his hips down below. Getting extremely impatient now by the constant teasing. Minho chases a kiss to his lips, and then they make out for a little bit.
“Minho hyung, please~” Jisung whined pathetically. Wiggling his hips once more.
“Jesus, fine, you’re so needy. I thought you’d be a bit more bold coming up to me looking like this.”
Minho pushes his legs further apart once he is given permission. His skirt is lifted up dramatically, using a single finger to maneuver the black-laced panties by its side where his cunt is.
“Oh…” He bites his lip as soon as that can escape.
“I know you love it so much when I finger your cunt.” Minho quips. Cold, but he’s dedicated to snaking that once finger inside and up and down his walls.
It already feels amazing in the first touch. The tension in his body soothes when the other slips a second finger in, scissoring him open on the bed.
The older has long but bulky fingers. Which only serves to make the experience more pleasurable - it’s a repeating motion that drives him insane.
The position is awkward; but it’s in order to get the best angle. He breathes out quick little pants and breaths, Minho seeming impatient to get him to come.
“What- what’s got you in a… a rush?” Jisung scrambles out his words - filled with stutters and breaks in the sentence.
Minho doesn’t respond for a minute, the gears turning in his head as he multitasks thinking and mindless flicks inside his walls.
Between the sounds of slick and squelch of Minho getting to work, he finally answers; “I, uh… got you something at a particular place… I was already horny when I got home, so…”
“What is it- AH! Oh,
oh, wait a second-”
Minho pulls his finger out. Jisung is spasming his thighs, clenching them together as his cunt pulsates - but there is no orgasm that follows, rather, Jisung has been edged.
Perhaps it was the sudden onset of the thought that Minho got him a new toy that caused that. Because that is the fastest Jisung has ever almost came, so that thought seemed to interrupt it.
And by the wicked, devilish grin, Minho gave him - Jisung fell hook line and sinker for that.
“What-! You can’t just do-”
Jisung’s fingers scramble to touch himself. He becomes a nasty, filthy bitch in heat when he’s close, hardly able to resist just finishing himself off.
“No,” Minho holds one of his wrists, the other gives the biggest puppy eyes known to mankind. “Or I won’t get you your ‘gift’ as I call it.”
Jisung frantically nods his head. Minho has enough trust to let him in the bedroom for a minute alone, and by god does Jisung stay still.
Minho comes back with a box. A box wrapped in neat plastic, and tons of bubble wrap to protect it. It’s narrow, but still bulky. Minho sets it on the bed. And unwraps it.
“I’m, uh, not sure how much you would
use
this, but I just saw it on a 50% deal and thought it might be ‘useful’.” - “If you don’t want it- I’ll be happy to take it-”
Jisung sits up. Peering over, Minho gives him a Cheshire grin as it is revealed.
Just as Jisung thought.
A very expensive, and fancy looking dildo that has a built-in vibrator.
Jisung loves how soft Minho can be sometimes - so caring.
But he’s getting a bit impatient here.
“Just fuck me with it,” Jisung demands, spreading his thighs again to reveal his cunt and laced panties pushed to the side again.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Minho coos, fully unwrapping the vibrator and turning it on to a gentle speed. Jisung starts to squirm in place, letting an almost girlish-squeal.
“Lie on your back. It’ll be easier for me to push it inside of you.”
The other wastes no time getting in a semi-laying down position. Pushing his hips up, and putting a pillow behind his head. Minho finally crawls on the bed, next to him.
This isn’t the first time Jisung has had something stretching inside his cunt other than fingers or a skilled tongue. Minho had occasionally used a strap-on, however this is a noticeable improvement. Unfortunately, they do not have the parts they wished they had, but they will make sex work.
With that in mind, Minho slowly stretches Jisung with the vibrator, instantly jerking his hips. Minho holds one down, particularly on the place of his thigh.
“Did I ever say how much your thighs make me crazy?” Minho asks, rubbing the exposed skin from short checkered-skirt and knee-socks. Thigh space sandwiched neatly in between.
Jisung is too fucked out on the vibrator to respond. But no, he hasn’t.
“Well, they do make me nuts. I never said anything, but you’re not insecure about them, are you?”
“Why do you-
ah, a-ask that?”
“I don’t know. Because your thighs are huge, and I don’t mean it in a bad way.” Jisung isn’t looking at Minho, but he can feel the grin stretching his face as he speaks. “I mean it in a good way.”
“Yeah?” Jisung prompts.
He’s still softly moaning once the dildo is fully stretched in. Filling him out, it’s not the biggest thing in the world, but damn it feels good.
Minho harshly squeezes his thigh again, a red mark from his finger prints forms and dissipates rather quickly, it pinches and burns but oh, does Jisung love it.
He has no idea how the older is even managing right now - without finding some way to get off.
“I have fantasized so many times ‘bout having your thighs squish my head.” Minho speaks so casually, so calmly, as if this is an everyday occurrence.
Minho finally lets go of the vibrator, let it work inside of Jisung. “I do wish sometimes I had a real cock I could stick in to you;” he notes, sadly.
“
Mph, a-ah, yeah? Do you?”
“I would stretch you out so much better than this stupid thing.” Minho taps on the vibrator.
Jisung is moaning so loud that he can’t really hear Minho anymore at this point.
Soon enough, he’s coming. Coming so hard he might see more than stars, the galaxy and universe.
“What- w-what about y-you?” Jisung lifts his head up once he is calmed down enough. Pointing to the wet patch between the older’s shorts.
“Me? Oh, I’m fine.”
“But you haven’t, oh, wait- turn the thing off,” he silently asks. Minho complies, shutting the vibrator off and taking it out of him.
Now Jisung feels empty. Empty walls, slick and previous come gushing out.
“Damn, that felt good,” Jisung sighs. He’s rarely ever used vibrators.
Minho throws it somewhere on the bed, still covered with come of sorts. “I’ll be fine, I like watching you more anyways, especially in that outfit.”
“I bet you’re a fucking voyeur when I’m not around.” Jisung barks.
“That’s true,” Minho doesn’t deny but rather validates it. “Okay, my own horniness is driving me insane.”
“Hump my thigh.”
“What?”
“You said you were a sucker for my thighs, so prove it.”
Minho gives a dangerous glint in his eye. “Fuck.” He gets rougher with Jisung, scooting him up - pushing him to lay down on the bed again, slipping his shorts and own panties off. Then, straddling Jisung’s thigh to slowly rut against it, naked from his shirt-down.
It’s desperate, the way Minho does this. A pleading look in eye, and the stench of sex that fills the room around them. This makes Jisung wonder if they should try scissoring some time, though he’s not going to interrupt his fuck-buddies’ pleasure at the moment.
Jisung crosses his arms over his head, smirking with the way Minho seems so desperate humping his thigh.
“You look like you do this a lot.” Jisung quips, amused.
“I do, I do it with my pillows.” He deadpans - between a choked breath stuttered and caught on a moan.
It’s so pleasing when he moans. It’s not loud like Jisung’s, more quiet, controlled and cute.
But then, the words catch up to his brain.
Jisung coughs loudly. Which causes his leg to automatically tense up from the thigh and below, which only seems to send Minho into an even more frantic frenzy. “You- How many times… I’ve slept with your pillows!”
It’s a stupid question. Like Minho would dare to leave his sex-smelling pillows unwashed and casually go to bed each night sleeping with them. However, Jisung’s head is cloudy and foggy post-orgasm.
Minho laughs, which sort of breaks the immersion. But he can’t help it. “Dude, I wash my pillows afterwards -
Ah,”
The rutting increases, Jisung passing him a lazy grin as they pleasure themselves.
“Sorry- that was a stupid question,” Minho isn’t even listening to what he’s saying right now, is he?
“You like it when I tense up my thigh, don’t you?” And so he does just that. Keeping it tensed up to give a more firm and steady ground to be humped on.
“Oh shit, wait, I’m…”
Minho comes all over Jisung’s thigh. Sticky, wet, and Minho falls forward. Face colliding with Jisung’s chest. “That’s the… the best pillow I’ve ever used.” He heaves into his chest.
Jisung cups Minho’s face with his hands. Leaning in to pepper little kisses on the corner of his lips and mouth.
“I’m getting horny again,” Jisung gripes. Thrusting his hips into the air.
“Do you want me to eat you out?” Minho asks. “After that I think I’ll be done, I’m getting worn out of energy.”
“Y-yes, please,”
Minho gets up. Spreading his thighs with more brute force. Lifting his skirt up, “Is that lingerie? - there’s no way
that
was part of your bet…”
“You’re right, it wasn’t. I’m surprised you didn’t notice before. Now please,
hurry…”
“Impatient, aren’t you?” Minho says for the second time. Yes. He’s so damn impatient and horny his brain might literally combust despite his last orgasm being less than ten minutes ago.
Minho leans down. Jisung is now fully propped up against the pillows. Legs spread wide with Minho’s face in the middle, this was always his favorite part.
Minho has a death grip on his thighs as he kisses and bites little places around his crotch and inner thighs.
“Don’t - don’t tease, I let you get off on my thigh…” The younger whines, pouting his lip, cunt pulsating with a need to get off.
That seems to get Minho right to work. Serves him right, he’s returning the favor now.
Minho finally puts his tongue on Jisung’s clit, and then in between the folds. Lapping up the wetness, and kneading Jisung’s thigh like a cat.
Minho has such a skilled tongue. This was always his favorite part, getting his cunt abused with the muscle. Jisung also swears Minho has magic when he does this.
Jisung fights the urge to clamp his thighs down on Minho’s face. He said he fantasized about that…
Then again, he’s too caught up in the sensation to really care. So automatically, his thighs tense around his face.
It feels so good, too good. The heat rapidly coils inside his stomach, Minho’s minstrations increase as he sucks on his cunt. Still kneading the inner flesh of his plush thigh with a coy grin. Well - that’s until his head is squished together.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” Jisung whines, hips snapping with Minho’s face. Rubbing his cunt all along Minho’s face as the other even uses his bunny-teeth to bite his folds.
It’s all too much, Minho has an amazing tongue game. It's even better than his fingers.
It’s barely more than a mere thirty seconds later, Jisung comes, finally releasing his clamped thighs to grant Minho a breather.
“That was really hot,”
“The way I came?”
“No - well,
yes,
but also… Your thighs. Please do that again some time.” Minho sighs with a dreamy look. Lifting his face up again, giving him a lazy grin and licking the previous come off his face.
“You’re a freak.” Jisung says. Looking down upon him, the older resting his face on his plush thigh.
“I know I am,”
-
3RACHA 🔥
Jisung:
Fuck the 20 dollars
Chan:
Oh?
Changbin:
Does that mean I can have the 20 dollars since
Chan:
Sure ig
Meet me at the gym at 3 today
Changbin:
Aight
Jisung:
I ought to dress like that again sometime, or get a new hobby.
Minho fucked me 😍
Changbin:
EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Chan:
Don’t be homophobic
But TMI
Jisung:
Shut it
You guys get gross with each other too so be quiet