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You often had quite the large friend group, all things considered. It seemed like everywhere you went you often made fiends with strangers, college being no exception. You had met plenty of people at your university throughout the first three years of your experience, but a few stuck a lot harder than you thought they would.
There was Shedletsky, a tall, chunky brunet who always seemed to have the munchies, feathers across his joints and edges of his face. Then, Builderman, his best friend. The grey skinned man often wore hoodies and comfort ware in comparison to some others who constantly put forward their best. People like Elliot and Two-Time. Elliot, your flatmate, was closer to your personality, and one of your closer friends of the group. He often stayed in his job uniform, committed to the labors of his beloved pizza pace of employment, but today he wore a tee shirt and some ripped jeans. And then Two-Time, you two didn't initally get along, seeming very different, but over the past few months you had bonded quite close over the familar chatter of campus crushes. They had the hots for someone else in their major... alice? Azure? Yeah, Azure sounds right. In comparison to your fascination with a familiar face within the group.
"What'd I miss?" Chance asked, walking through the door while you all laughed at his (very common) late enterence. He had decided to change for the occasion, and instead of his regular suit he wore, he instead had on a baggy tee shirt and some sweats.
"A bit, we already ate and had a few drinks..." Builderman said to the gambler, taking note of the headphones still around his neck and his shades still on, it seemed like he never took them off.
"Butttttt," Elliot chimed in. "we haven't started the games yet." He said with a smile, grabbing a card-game box from his backpack beside him on the couch.
"Then I came at just the right time!" He smiled, welcoming himself to the spot right beside you on the floor. You watched Two-Time glance your way with a familiar teasing smirk. It was no surprise that whenever both them and Chance were in the same group as you they went out of their way to remind you of your little crush on your mutual friend.
Chance nudged you to get your attention. "How many drinks in is the group? I need to catch up." He joked, grabbing a white claw out of the cooler near the table.
"Two or three... some people haven't even finished their first though... no worries." You smiled at him, watching as he cracked it open and started to chug at least half way through it. You couldn't help but watch the act beside you, the way his adams apple bobbed up and down as a little bit of the liquid dribbled down his chin, slipping past his lips. Once he lowered the can and wiped his chin, you felt Shed kick you're back lightly to mess with you.
"No one ever teach you it's impolite to stare?" He joked, earning some laughs from the others. Chance wiped his face with his forearm with a grin, "Anyone in their good sense would stare at all this y'know."
You elbowed him hard enough to make him flinch and rub his arm as Elliot opened up the deck. It was a card variation of "Truth or Dare" making unsuccessful actions turn into shots. Builderman stood and grabbed a bottle of vodka and shot glasses before returning and placing one in front of each player and the bottle on the table.
"Youngest starts." Elliot says, grabbing a "Truth" card off the top of the freshly shuffled deck.
"Shed, have you ever ghosted someone?" Elliot asked, earning a laugh from the man.
"Plenty of times." He responded, earning a look from Builderman. "Really?" He asked, making Shed shrug. "Sometimes I just don't want to go on the date."
"Wow, that's fucked up." Two-Time chimed in as Shedletsky then reached for a "Dare" card.
"Okay then, Two-Time I dare you to let someone in the group go through your phone for one minute." He said with a smirk, reading the card.
"Oh, SPAWN no." They responded, reaching for the bottle and pouring it before downing it without ease. Shaking their head quickly after with a gag.
"What the hell do ya' have the on that phone that ya' won't even let one of us go through it?" Chance asked with an amused look. Two-Time just rolled their eyes as they reached for another card.
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It had been a few rounds of this game. Okay, more than a few, many of the people around you were relatively drunk as you pulled a card.
"Okay, okay, Chance. I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with the person of your choice." You read aloud, at first shushing the group from their laughter of the previous dare, but once getting to the end of the dare most everyone was silent.
"Oh shit." Builderman said in response, making Elliot chime up.
"I- I didn't know there was stuff like that in here guys, I just bought this-" He quickly spat out, grabbing some of the remaining deck and thumbing through it to check for other romantic or freaky dares.
Chance sat there in thought for a moment, he had moved from his original spot next to you to sitting on the coffee table near the deck. "N-nah it's fine." He responded to Elliot's frantic checking. "Y'know I love a good game." He added.
There was more of a silence as he kept thinking, all eyes on him, before he finally spoke.
"Y/n, ya' chill if I pick you?" He spoke, suddenly all eyes were on you awaiting your answer.
"Y-yeah I'd be okay with that." You say, trying to act nonchalant even though your heart was absolutely racing at the idea of being in a tight space with a sort of sexual vibe with Chance for seven minutes. He stood and grabbed your arm to help you up too. He then lead you towards one of the coat closets in you and Elliot's flat. Two-Time grabbed his phone in pursuit of you two until you reached the closet. Chance opened it and threw some of the hangers and clothes on the floor. "Sorry, Elliot!" He chined up before leading you both in the closet. Two-Time just looked at you with a smirk.
"Okay, I'll start the timer once the door closes?" They sort of spoke/asked, everyone still a bit confused as to what this had entailed. As much as this game was spoken about, you got the feeling no one in the group had ever done it before, save for maybe Chance with his confidence. Chance then closed the door, and listened as Two-Time walked away from the door.
The closet was dark, no lighting except for from the sort of blind like appearance of the door, small slits of light shining onto the both of you, but still making it a bit hard to see. You were both a bit beyond tipsy at this point and simply stared at each other out of embarrassment of the moment, until Chance whispered.
"Y/n, I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable." He said, taking a quick 180 on how he had acted out there.
You responded very quickly, watching as his eyes stayed on you. "Um... I've actually had this sort of... crush, on you for a while..." You confessed in a hushed tone letting the alcohol take over your better senses. You quickly following up before he could respond. "And I know that's probably really weird for you but this seems like the right time to finally get it off my che-"
Before you could even finish the rest of your explanation, his lips were on yours to shut you up. His hands finding place on each side of you, one on your waist and the other placed a bit higher near your chest. His hands were were slightly calloused, and although they gripped you tightly, clinging on as though you were the last bit of water in a drought, he was still trying to be gentle with you. Not once did it appear tight or strong enough to hurt you, but rather, they explored their respective sides, running up and down your body with a tremble indicating his own feeling on the activity you two were caught in.
Then there was his lips, these were softer, more gentile and calculated than his hands. They felt warm against yours, in the way holding hands my feel to some, at least that was the best way to describe it. The kiss was messy, probably because you immediately reciprocated, sucking on his top lip slightly as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. That's how you two stayed for awhile, in this sloppy, sort of rushed kiss. You couldn't even recall how much you fantasized about this moment in your head, and now that it was happening you felt like you have forgotten how to even function against another person.
That's when something unexpected happened, when he pulled away to take a breath, you heard him slightly... whimper? A small noise escaping his lips as he looked down at you in his arms, you tilted your head at him, as though asking "huh?" He was quick to respond by whispering in your ear.
"I've wanted ya' for so long..." His voice low and sultry enough to make you feel a warmth spread across your cheeks and down your body. His hands ran up your torso until reaching your chest, his gaze fixed on the pajamas you had on. A cute little button up set paired with matching short shorts, adorned your favorite color.
"Are you okay? Is this okay with ya'?" He whispered into your ear, quickly backing his head up to see your response. You quickly nodded, "Please." He took a shaky breath and nodded back at you, quickly going back to kissing you. Mid kiss, he stopped and nipped at your lower lip, pulling it slightly. Then, he left your lips as he peppered your face in quick kisses. Your cheeks, your nose, then your jaw line as he slowly worked his way down it. You had slightly seen his eyes earlier either through the shades or by above them due to them sliding down when he looked down at you, but not getting the best view of them in full. However, once he started to kiss your upper neck, you both felt as they prodded and poked at your skin, after the second time. He stopped his action, removing his hands from you as he pulled back. A huff of annoyance left your lips before you realized what he was doing. He removed his sunglasses, and instead placed them atop your head. Now you could get a really good look at his face.
His eyes, a beautiful icy blue stared back into yours, a small scar knicked across the top of his nose. But his expression didn't read cocky or confident as normal, his gaze was... softer. It almost read of desperation, desire for what lay in front of him. A smile appeared on his face seeing you in his trademark glasses. He gave you a wink, before leaning back in and kissing your neck again, his hands finding place on the buttons of your top. Fingers fidgeting with them as he tried to undo them one by one whilst not looking. It took him longer than either of you would like to admit, but it didn't matter much because he compensated with how he treated your neck and collarbone.
Your hands found their place in his hair and on his chest respectively as he left kisses everywhere, making your body run on heightened senses and having you whimper in pleasure, but that's not where he stopped. Any time he found his way to an overly sensitive spot on your neck, he started to nip and suck on it, leaving the starting form of a hickey. Every time it made you a mess, heaving and trying to bite back noises so that the other's didn't hear you. But sometimes you couldn't hold back and let something slip, whether a whimper, curse, or praise.
"Yes baby..." you muttered as he left a newer one on the side of your neck. Your praise making him unlatch and take a shaky breath as another noise escaped him. At this point he had finally manages to get your shirt unbuttoned and opened, revealing your chest exposed in the minimal-coverage bra you had on. He looked at you with such awe and adoration for the view in front of him.
"Mmm fuck... you're so pretty baby." He whispered to you, placing his hands on your chest once again, having a gentle squeeze. The sight in front of him made him ready to come undone right there. His glasses on your head, marks all over your neck and you in partial exposure to him. It was everything he could ever ask for. "This is still okay... right?" He asked, looking for a clear answer from you to make sure he wasn't taking it too far.
"Yes... go on." You whispered, and with that he got on his knees in front of you. His eye level now just below your chest due to your height difference, his hands trailing up your sides once more, this time stopping to squeeze at a bit of the chub on your body. You could feel your face flushing harder at the sight of him down in front of you. He looked up at you with such a lustful expression you couldn't help but put a hand on his head and grab his hair. He then settled his hands with one on your bra and the other grabbing your ass. He proceeded to start kissing your stomach, peppering the same way he did your face while working his way up your abdomen until he reached your bra.
He decided to use his teeth to grab the fabric and pull it down, leaving one of your tits exposed while his hand played with the other. He started to kiss all over it too, before then licking your nipple as it rose. You leaned your head back from the pleasure it provided, making his sunglasses fall from the top of your head down onto your nose as though you were wearing them. He saw the reaction and kept playing with the sensitive spot, licking, kissing, sucking. Your breathing had become a little more uneven in anticipation as you looked back down at him. His gaze was half lidded back up at you, clearly enjoying watching you unravel before him.
You used the hand on his head to slide it to the side and stroke his face with your thumb, a wicked thought coming to you.
"Good boy." You whisper down at him, watching as his reaction was to grab you tighter, and you heard a groan come from him, clearly loving the praise.
That's when you both heard the group outside laughing. You had initially tuned them out due to the obvious act in front of you, however you both panicked thinking that they had heard you. Chance lifting his head off you and peaking through the slim blinds in the door. After a second they went back to regular chatter, indicating you were in the clear. He turned back to you with a grin as his hands ran down to your thighs.
He bent down slightly, licking and kissing along your pant line, only making the warmth in your abdomen grow stronger. A warm familiar tingle in your groin as he then settled down and started to kiss your thighs, nipping and letting his teeth explore them without hurting you.
He eventually stopped and looked back up at you with his mouth near your waistband. "May I?" He asked, one hand thumbing past your shorts and playing with your underwear.
"Yes, Chance yes," You spoke, "please stop asking and go." You begged him as quietly as possible. He smirked, grabbing the waistband with his teeth as well and slowly starting to drag them down whilst maintaining eye-contact. It was almost torture, his slow movements barely making any progress, almost as though he had forgotten you two only got 7 minutes.
That's when you heard it go quiet and footsteps. Panicking, you grabbed one side of the unbuttoned shirt while fixing your bra and crossed your arm to cover yourself best as possible. Chance, however, had no idea until the door had opened.
There stood Elliot and Two-Time, staring in slight horror at your disheveled state, wearing Chance's glasses. Chance, only slightly turned his head, teeth still on your waistband frozen in shock. Elliot turned around and rubbed his eyes, as though trying to get the image out of his vision. You faintly heard Shed and Builderman losing their shit from the couch at what was insinuated. It was only after a beat of the silence that Chance let go of your waistband, letting it slap back onto you with a noise that was too loud for everyone's comfort.
"Shit." You said simultaneously.