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Minho didn’t know what Jisung had done. That he was all prepped and wet for him under his clothes. Didn’t know that every movement sent sparks of arousal jolting up his legs and settling into a warm pool at his core. Minho had no idea that this was just a quick detour, a necessary stop along the path of what Jisung had planned for them tonight.
Jisung got his own share of surprises, though.
It wasn’t but a few seconds after stepping inside Chan’s room that Changbin informed him they’d be going live. A 3RACHA live, man! It’s been ages!
OR: what really happened during the 3RACHA live stream.
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And so again, Jisung is bent over in his boxers, his bare chest against Minho’s desk.
His cheek squished against the wood, eyes closed, steady breathing because he knows what comes next.
Minho’s hand, hard and swift against his ass.
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- Part 3 of kinktober 2025
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the difference between prayer & mercy (is how you move the tongue) by postday
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
25 Jun 2024
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“Did you make a new friend, jagiya?” Minho’s voice was soft and tinkling but the look on his face was pure violence.
The man pulled back and if Jisung's own head wasn’t ringing with alarm bells then he might have appreciated the animal fear in the man’s eyes as he retracted his hand.
“No,” Jisung managed, hardly above a whisper.
The man looked at him now, eyes boring into the side of him but Jisung didn’t look back. He wondered if the man was noticing the details he’d neglected before. Namely that the gold chain around his neck—while pretty—wasn’t nearly as eye-catching as the mottled constellation of bruises adorning his neck.
“No?” Minho mocked, voice a soft coo. “Not a new friend? Well then perhaps a stranger. Strangers shouldn’t touch what doesn’t belong to them.”
OR: A man at a party approaches Jisung. Minho takes him home and reminds him who he belongs to.
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“One,” Minho started, voice achingly soft again.
Silk over a blade.
Jisung pressed shaky fingers harder into the door, fingernails scraping small flakes of paint away. Minho's sweet voice kept him in the moment. He couldn't drift thinking of the pleasure, his cock aching, his nipples sparking with each rub of his chest across the wood in front of him. He couldn’t lose himself in the haze of burning pain and the ache of his muscles holding his precarious position. Instead he was drawn to think about what was to come. The impact, how it would flash through him, white-hot and searing. How it wouldn't burn away, how it would sit and radiate. Continue to send sharp stabs of pain through his body. How days from now he would still feel Minho there, would be able to see his hand prints.
Or Sometimes Jisung needs a firm hand to be reminded that Minho is the only one thats supposed to make his dick twitch.
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When Jisung is between the cameras and his group members, he rarely has control over the nonsense that leaves his mouth. He responds naturally, bolstered by their presence; in so many ways, they make him unafraid to be himself.
Sometimes, that gets him into trouble.
Jisung and Minho make a bet that changes everything.