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Minho’s eyes roll all the way to the back of his skull as a gasp that is way too loud for comfort parts his lips. His fingers hurt, caught in between the wall and the edge of the desk in an effort to prevent them from thudding against each other, and yet the pain does nothing to dull the pleasure he’s trying his best to muzzle.
They are never doing this again, he vows to himself.
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or, Minho and Jisung have (very casually, very lowkey) been fucking around for the past few months. Minho feels totally normal about it.
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17 Jun 2026
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”Hyung,” Jisung says finally, and Minho wets his lips nervously before turning to look at him, but he’s reached for his cocktail, just holding the glass as he stares at the remaining alcohol in it. ”We never talk about sex.”
”No,” Minho agrees, watching as Jisung’s head turns but he’s still not prepared for those gorgeous eyes finding his, a curious look beneath the haze of alcohol. ”We don’t.”
Jisung watches him for a moment, and Minho wonders for not the first time if Jisung knows why they don’t. Why they really shouldn’t. But then Jisung tilts his head, his dark hair brushing against his cheekbone and Minho steels himself for the conversation Jisung’s about to start.OR: Jisung drunkenly confesses he's not that into sleeping with his girlfriend, and they both spiral from there.
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17 Jun 2026
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[Jimin to Hoseok]
[Jimin]: Baby you aren’t going to believe what I just found for us :D
[Hoseok]: You have my attention. What is it?
[Jimin]: The prettiest stray kitten you’ve ever seen.
[Hoseok]: How old? Are we talking weeks or months here?
[Jimin]: I’d say probably about our age.
[Hoseok]: Oh. In that case I am VERY interested.
[Hoseok]: Tell me more?
[Jimin]: Black hair. Gorgeous face. Kind of shy. Asked for two shots of espresso in his coffee and took my recommendation for what food to order.Or:
Jimin knows the second he sees Yoongi that he's found exactly what he and his boyfriend have been wanting for months.Part of a series but can be read as a standalone piece.
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- Part 2 of Forget Me Not
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25 May 2026
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Two Best Friends in a Room, They Might Touch Tips by vicioussickle
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
18 Mar 2025
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“When you… you know… got aroused earlier…” Jisung started, studying Minho’s reaction to his words. He didn’t want to make Minho uncomfortable, but his drunken brain supplied him with a really good idea! He couldn’t even remember the last time he saw his best friend with a girl, he might have actually never seen it. He knew Minho had to be sexually frustrated, because he was, too… Until he got his toy.
Or: Jisung doesn't have a girlfriend, and neither does his best friend Minho. When he buys a sex toy that flips his world upside-down, he has no choice but to share the love with his best friend.
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02 May 2026
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“Never have I ever lost my virginity.”
Chan swore his jaw dropped in shock. Jisung was a virgin. Chan felt like his head was going to blow clean off his body.
Jisung turned to Chan, giggling as the game moved on to the next person, unaware of the semi-crisis Chan was contending with.
He needed to pull himself together. Now. Jisung seemed content to make him spiral further, though. He reached over to Chan's hand and put two of the older’s fingers down, eliminating him from the game.
The older looked at him, confused. “Why two fingers?”
“Well…one because you forgot to lower your finger for my ‘never have I ever’ statement, and I happen to know you aren't a virgin. And second…because you're going to take someone's virginity tonight.”
Chan's brain stalled out, crashed, and rebooted. What? “What? What do you mean Sungie?”
Jisung's hand wandered from where it had previously sat on Chan's biceps to a new home, trailing over the alpha's chest. His eyes were half-lidded with what Chan could only interpret as desire. “What I mean, hyungie, is that I want you to fuck me. Tonight.”
Or; Mutual pining, guilt, only one bed, and Chan's raging virginity kink.
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26 Apr 2026