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"Mmm, I don't know…you're so loud already and I haven't even touched below your neck." Minho pulls back, taking in the high flush on Jisung's cheeks, his swollen lips shining with spit, his wide, shaking eyes, the hint of tongue behind his panting mouth. "We need a better way to shut you up, don't you think?"
Before Jisung can respond, Minho takes the tie in his hand, bringing it up and scrutinizing it like he's assessing the quality of silk. "Hm…your mouth seemed to fit nicely around this earlier, didn't it, Jisungie?"
jisung chews his tie when he concentrates. minho is so (not) normal about this.
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16 Jun 2026
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Hyunjin had eyed that waist the entire concert, in that outfit showing off Jisung's midriff to the world. God, he'd wanted to rip it all off right then and there. Fuck the media. He'd have bended Jisung over and forced him to take his cock mid-rap, to see how well he could spit syllables while choking on the fullness.
hyunjin goes a bit feral over the Jaist (tm). post-concert, jisung enjoys the consequences.
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"Jisung —"
The man of the hour moves up to latch his mouth onto Minho's nipple, mouthing at it messily. It rips a keen from Minho's throat, head tilting back, hands clutching the pillow tighter and tighter. Jisung's hands don't stop their nonsense rhythm, right where Minho needs it the most, but not even remotely close to enough.
"Are you — fuck, ah — are you pretending to play your fucking gacha game on my hole?"
jisung's paying his shitty gacha rhythm game more attention than minho. but never fear! minho has a Plan.
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Jisung’s gaze flicks between them, calculating. Chris knows that look. Jisung’s drunk, but his brain never stops looking for drama. “Okay, okay. I got something. No one fight me.”
“This is gonna be some bullshit,” Changbin mutters, but he’s smiling.
Jisung points the neck of the bottle at Chris. “Actually, it’s a two-for-one special. Chris, you can weigh in, because I’m a generous god.”
“Hit me,” Chris says, tipping his head back to take the last gulp of his beer. “I fear nothing.”
“Cap,” Minho calls out.
Jisung leans forward, elbows on his knees, theatrically serious. “Alright. I dare you—” he points at Changbin “—to kiss him—” he points at Chris “—properly. None of that grandma peck bullshit. At least ten seconds. Tongue allowed. Encouraged, even.”
or; Chan and Changbin aren't gay. That doesn't mean they can't make out a little.
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Changbin waits. Then: "So, what are you thinking?"
Jeongin inhales carefully. "A prostate exam would tell me more."
Changbin blinks at him once. Twice.
Then he points at Jeongin accusingly. "I knew it! You're fucking with me!"
or; Jeongin has a fat crush on his classmate and an inability to be normal about it.
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- Part 10 of feetslix's every ship challenge 2026