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“Your groupie is here again,” Changbin says, hanging off the dented, red metal door that leads to their ‘green room’, which is really more of a glorified closet with a sofa stuffed inside.
He groans. Really, he wishes they would stop calling him that. The term doesn’t really encapsulate him properly. Not when said ‘groupie’ is all strait-laced, pretty princess and Jisung often looks like someone scraped him off the wall of a bathroom stall, just sharpie scribbles and bunched up words. Call me for a good time is practically branded across his forehead. They just don’t fit together, and he still hasn’t figured out why the guy keeps coming to their shows looking so completely out of place in the crowd.
Jisung remembers the first time he saw this particular guy. Vividly remembers the way the stage lights reflected in his big, wondrous eyes and the curve of his chest as it dipped below a baby blue sweater, so strange in a sea of black leather and chains.
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Jisung - hot bassist, kind of a loser, hopeless romantic
Minho - his number one fan, not as sweet as he initially seems, also a hopeless romantic
This is the story of their worlds colliding. -
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Minho has his pre-show ritual down to a precise, thoroughly play-tested science. Wardrobe, fuck around on his phone, hair, fuck around with Jisung, makeup, annoy Seungmin, warm up, jam his face with noodles, get mic’d up.
It is carefully curated to ensure that Minho has the exact headspace needed to get out there and hit each mark, sharp and precise. It’s why he’s found the exact timing to break his fast with as much MuBank provided noodles as will fill him, but not dangerously so, and give him strength on stage with just enough time to change out of his stage costume before the sodium induced swelling sets in.
That’s why he stares, dumbfounded, at the pile of minced devil lettuce that has just been foisted upon the top of his perfectly steeped spicy chicken ramen. Not that devil lettuce. No, one far more evil. One that leaves a horrendous, sudsy flavor lingering on the back of his tongue when consumed: Cilantro. His one natural enemy.
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2Min bicker constantly and usually they can fuck it out, but this time Minho is going to need a lot more from him to forgive him. -
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Fingertips trailing across a few of the bottles, he lands on the mocha and he swears he can almost taste the rich, bitter coffee with sugary sweet chocolate mixed in. Jisung’s mouth waters as he grabs the first two bottles and drops them into his basket, though he nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears a smooth voice murmur, “Good choice,” right behind him.
Bristling, Jisung’s head snaps to the side in time to see the same alpha from the tofu aisle, though he’s much closer this time around. His heart is in his throat, that same tingle from his fingers creeping up his neck as their eyes meet yet again. Even with the mask, he’s able to tell the man is smirking at him as he walks by and it’s then that everything connects into place for him, because that tantalizing scent starts to dissipate the further he walks away. Which means…
Of course, he had to go and grab a drink that shares the guy’s exact scent right in front of him.
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Han Jisung moves back to Seoul to help his sister and nephew, but he keeps running into an irresistible alpha without the chance to chat him up… until he does. -
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The line rings three times before it connects, filling with the high-pitched voice of a woman. “Thank you for contacting Kitty Konnect, Seoul’s premier service for hybrid companionship. Please wait on the line for the next representative.”
Jisung should probably feel more embarrassed about this. What other mid-twenties businessmen are paying for the company of hybrids? Probably not many, but he couldn’t get the idea out of his head after seeing an advertisement plastered to the side of his screen as he perused for something to watch the night before. He’d quickly created an account, but they still hadn’t verified him to look any further. It’s starting to get colder out, and his bed feels frigid without any company each night. Enough to drive him here; the point of contacting a hybrid sugar baby service.
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Cybersecurity company owner Jisung is bored and lonely. When he hires Minho to be his hybrid 'companion' aka sugar baby, he bites off a hell of a lot more than he can ever hope to chew.Series
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Jisung is toying around with some excellent icebreaker that will loosen the cloud of tension that hangs heavy between them. What comes out of his mouth is, “I bet I can suck your dick better than Lix can.”
Minho snorts at the same time Felix makes some affronted squawk in the back of his throat. The cab driver’s eyebrow even quirks in the reflection of the rearview mirror, but at least he’s made the first step into continuing their playful banter from the bar. Literally anything to prevent some stiff, stilted flirting when they all finally tumble out of this cab. Awkwardness hardly ever kills his boners, but it practically guarantees Seungmin a ‘told you so’ if this goes badly, which absolutely cannot happen. Plus, Jisung does his best work when there’s competition and it feels like there’s something to win. What the prize of the night is he isn’t quite sure, but he still plans to come out on top. Well, bottom, but you get the gist.
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Jisung can't resist when his bestie, Felix, invites him to come explore his new fuck buddy (Minho) with him. Why would he ever refuse? -
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[REC] We’re here live with the latest victim of the Gimpo Peeper. Reporter Lim is live with him now, let’s hear what Lee Minho has to say…
Lim Heesun takes one quick gulp of breath before plastering a contextually inappropriate smile on her face. “Thank you, I’m here with Lee Minho who was targeted by the Gimpo Peeper in the late hours of last night. Please, tell us what you experienced.”
“Everyone keeps talking about this Peeping Tom lurking around Gimpo, but I really didn’t believe them,” he starts, shaking his head once to align his bangs better. They put way too much hairspray in it after smearing his face with about a kilogram of makeup for the interview. You’d think they would just want to hear what he has to say instead of trying to glamorize him for it. “I was just laying in my bed. I live on the first floor, you know? And then I saw something in the window and I was shocked! I watch the news all the time, so I thought it must be the Peeping Tom coming around to get his peeps from me this time.”
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Lee Minho is the latest victim of the Gimpo Peeper. Some things are not as they seem. -
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Everyone always said to ‘write what you know’ and Jisung took that personally, writing about the process of wanting to fuck a hot guy so badly that you’d ruin your entire life over it. For some reason, people ate every single idea up to the point of catapulting him to the tops of all LGBT Romance lists globally. He’d like to keep his notoriety if at all possible, which is why he’s so invested in making sure this book wows his potential readers from first glance.
With a sigh, Jisung scrolls further down the list until the colors of the dresses start to change but everything else about them remains predictably the same. Until Jisung stumbles across a cover that makes him freeze in his doom-scrolling and practically squeal at it. Now what in the fantasy is this!?
It’s a man. Like a man in a flowy white shirt and trousers, long hair billowing behind him. The lighting is moody, like a firelight that just calls attention to the muscles of his chest and stomach. What a fucking hunk!
It’s perfect. This is exactly what he needs for his new book!
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Author Jisung decides to spice up the cover for his latest book by enlisting his very own Fabio... in the form of Lee Minho. -
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Trying to be inconspicuous, Jisung fishes the device out of his pocket and then does the even more inconspicuous dance of staring at his crotch as he pulls up the chat.
The moment it loads, he sincerely wishes that he hadn’t even bothered with it.
On the screen, he sees a lovely message from his brother. One that has an even lovelier image attached to it. Of his new dildo. To add further insult to his injury and rub salt as deep into the wounds of his psyche as possible, he sees that Minho has added his forearm to the picture to show the true girth and mass of the thing and publicly shame him.
The only silver lining here is that he seems convinced that Chan is the one that ordered it.
Min:
[image attached]
Whoa this thing is the size of TWO cucumbers
Chan you’re a slutChannie:
I ALREADY SAID IT ISN’T MINE DUDE--
Felix and Jisung are best friends, Minho is Jisung's big brother, and Minho and Felix are fuck buddies. Oh, and they all live together. It's going perfectly fine until an innocent looking package shows up on their doorstep and flips their entire life upside down. (MinSung / ChanLix Endgame)
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The air is chilly, though it’s laced with various spices as they step from the car and through the wooden outpost that happily declares ‘Lee Family Farms’. It’s Saturday, and Changbin has the day off which prompted this visit to the nearest pumpkin patch. Hyunjin has been told that people come to these affairs to pick out preferable gourds to then be carved as decorations. It’s very… quaint. Painfully human, too. Not that he’d ever complain about it when it affords him this view of his thrall.
Changbin’s hair is curly, left mostly unstyled in the wild way that Hyunjin secretly favors. His thick-rimmed glasses dig into the apples of his cheeks every time his nose scrunches from smiling too hard. It’s… a lot. No. It’s everything.
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Vampire Hyunjin goes on a pumpkin picking date with his human lover, Changbin. Fluff and smut ensues.Series
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He doesn’t know how much more of this he can take, though it seems Minho is on the same page when he squeezes his legs tighter against his shoulders and says, “Jisung, if you don’t prep me faster, I’m going to shove that plate up your ass.”
Jisung leans back, looking up to find Minho glaring down at him and he can’t stop the grin from spreading on his face. “Yeah? You want it that badly?” He presses deeper with the finger still inside of him just to add a little flair to the question.
“Bad enough I’d let you fuck me with that syrup,” he complains, but all it does is make Jisung’s eyes slide to the boat of maple syrup nestled onto the plate and… well shit. He can’t lie and say the idea doesn’t intrigue him. Minho seems to catch his own mistake in the form of his curiosity. “Jisung. No.”
“But what if it’s really nice?” he counters, still looking at the syrup longingly. He imagines drizzling it all over Minho’s thighs until they’re both coated in it and maybe that’s gross but it’s also the hottest mental image he’s had in a while.
“Are you actually contemplating this right now?”
“…Maybe?”
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Breakfast in bed, but make it filthy. -
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Minho has just reached that state of not-doing-a-damn-thing nirvana when there’s a knock at his door. He sighs laboriously before pushing to his feet and padding over. At least he can finally stuff his face before falling on it in bed until his alarm cues him to do it all over again.
When he yanks the door open, he almost slams himself in the head with it out of pure shock. Han Jisung stands on the other side, and he was not at all prepared to be face-to-face with him like this. Not when he’s got his long, wavy brown hair parted just right in that effortless, no-shits-given way that he’s always managed to pull off. Minho didn’t expect to have his fucking ex delivering his food tonight. He certainly didn’t expect him to look so… hot while doing it.
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Minho is exhausted and orders Door Dash. He doesn't expect his ex, Jisung, to be the one delivering it and maybe he still loves him and has a whole hell of a lot more to say to him. He'll keep ordering more food until he gets what he wants. -
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After he clicks it and enters his card information by heart, Minho sits patiently waiting for the request to be accepted. When it switches to a loading screen, the video starts out grainy as it tries to connect fully. Then, it goes crystal clear. 4k levels of clear. Minho almost tosses his laptop.
He should have known. He should have known the second he saw the profile pictures, yet his dick had clouded his thoughts too much to really pay attention to the little things.
Jisung looks at him through the camera, completely unaware of who is watching through the lens. Minho should tell him. He should admit his own mistake and move past this expeditiously. Except… he doesn’t really want to. Not when his little brother is fluttering his lashes like that. Leaning back on his elbows in a way that pulls his stomach tight. It’s wrong, but Minho doesn’t fucking care.
guest: I’m here, baby
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Minho just wants to jerk off to some porn, but he gets an invite to a camming session that he can't resist... even when he discovers it's his baby brother on the screen.
TW: Sibling Incest (both adults), Dubious consent (Jisung doesn't know it's his brother at first) -
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‘Random Shit’ opens and Changbin stares at the screen, blinking a few times to determine if he’s delirious or if there are, in fact, at least thirty videos stuffed away in this barely-hidden folder. He leans closer, nose almost touching the computer, as he tries to convince himself that the thumbnails are most certainly not… Minho.
There’s no fucking way. Changbin refuses to believe that he’s somehow stumbled upon all of their homemade porn.
He should close them out. That’s the respectful thing to do when you’ve stumbled upon someone’s sex tapes. It’s not like he’s been invited to view any of this, and he doubts Jisung ever expected him to be trolling through his computer in the dead of night like this or he probably would’ve stuck the folder somewhere—literally anywhere—else.
The room is dark, the only illumination on his face and chest from the screen in front of him. Their dorm is dead silent, so deep into that midnight-turns-daylight hour that even Chan is asleep…
He clicks on the first video.
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Changbin accidentally discovers all of MinSung's homemade porn and he can't help but watch them. He's always had feelings for Minho that he's never been able to confess. -
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“Thank you, but I’m taken,” he says, trying to offer a polite smile to maybe mask the grimace. He’s not quite sure if it works or not when Sungwon scowls.
“You don’t have to lie about it. I saw you with that group earlier,” he says, and Jisung tries not to scoff in his face.
“It’s true,” he argues, but he can tell this is about to turn into a double-sided argument really quick if he doesn’t come up with something else.
It’s then that he notices one of the bouncers—the hot, kind of mean one he’s been more or less crushing on for a couple months—leaning over the bar to ask one of the bartenders something. Perfect. “This is my boyfriend right here,” he says, reaching back blindly until his palm smacks onto warmth and his fingers curl into the shirt there. He can hear a startled sort of grunt but it’s too late to care about that as he turns and wraps his other arm around the guy just as he stands to face him. “Right Jagi?” he asks, looking right at the guy, who he’s just dragged unceremoniously into his bullshit.
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Minho saves Jisung from a creep at the bar and things steadily go downhill (?) from there, landing Jisung a breakfast date he never expected. -
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He sighs as the doors close, leaving him alone in the train car with the wrapped package. Well, fuck. This isn’t how he expected this to go. He can probably leave it with the security guard at his stop and hope she checks around to find her missing item… whatever it is.
His curiosity is piqued too much to not look. It’s not like he plans on nabbing the item, but he wants to know what it is. He’s careful as he unwraps it, peeling the cloth back to take a peek inside. Just a little glimpse to satisfy his nosiness.
It’s some sort of amulet, and it’s actually much larger than it appeared while wrapped. What draws his eye first is the way the pink gems practically glow around the edge of it. It’s got this giant gold heart in the center, surrounded by a white trim that’s encrusted with the same pink gems. On the front of the golden heart, there’s a purple star-shaped gem that shines the brightest of them all. It’s weird as hell.
What in the world even is it?
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Jisung, 25-year-old office worker gets cursed and turned into a "Magical Girl" until he successfully gets confessed to by his one true love: his boss, Lee Minho. -
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“So, I already know most of you guys have been hooking up,” Chan starts, looking at everyone gathered around him and their varying levels of surprise. Minho: zero, Felix: guilty, Seungmin: intrigued. “It’s fine. Let’s just get it in the open now and agree to some rules.”
“Do we have to,” Hyunjin starts, and Chan raises a hand to stop him. They’re having this conversation whether they want to or not.
“Yes. Is everyone on board with casual sex as a group?” He pauses to gather a round of nods and agreeances before continuing on. “Okay. Be safe, remember consent, and try not to be annoying about it. Also, no marks.”
Jisung pouts as soon as he says it, whining out, “but those are the best part.” And because Chan has an admitted soft spot for his first stray kid, and he is also supremely susceptible to the whims of literally everyone on his team he decides to make an amendment to that rule.
“Fine. No visible marks. Just… don’t be messy about this, okay?”
He already knows he’s going to regret this at some point.
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OT8 poly smut drabbles with no end in sight. -
Darling, I Want to Destroy You by ClavisAurea for MinhosHusband
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
27 May 2023
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“Don’t.”
Well fuck, there goes any hope of a peaceful solution. He readies his body for being murdered, hoping Minho makes it quick and as painless as possible, eyes closing to block out the sight of the guy just absolutely towering over him.
The press of something soft and decidedly warm against his lips is the last thing he ever expects, sending him tumbling backwards so quickly he gets a glimpse of Minho’s lips still pursed where his had just been. What… what!? “Did you just kiss me!?”
Minho shifts back into his usual blank, standing back to full height. “Yes.” He says it like it’s not some huge, catastrophic event for Jisung who is absolutely falling apart at this change of events.
“Why?”
“It seemed polite to kiss you at least once before I do what I plan to you," Minho says, bending to perch on the edge of Jisung’s desk with his arms crossed loosely over his chest.
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Manager Jisung can't catch a break with his newest employee and it all comes to a head after a particularly bad day that finds Jisung spread out on his desk at Minho's mercy.Series
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He’s barely gotten the stockings over his knees when there’s shifting from the side. With a peek upwards, he sees the man staring at him with wide eyes, but they look decidedly human. Interesting. “Hi. What’s your name, baby?”
The staring stretches on until he starts to get impatient. The guy acts like he’s never seen a hot guy in a dress before. As if. He definitely looks to be the type to jerk it to camboy content at night. Probably how he opened himself up for possession in the first place. Incubi prey on the weak minded and sex starved, after all.
He snaps his fingers, drawing the focus from his thighs and back to his face. “Focus, baby. What’s your name?”
“Jisung…” he finally replies, eyes glazing over. It’s either from arousal or the demon taking over again. Minho can’t quite tell until he starts yanking at his appendages and growling. Definitely demon.
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Han Jisung is possessed by an incubus and Minho, gifted with holy power, decides to save him from himself... and have a little fun in the process.
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Alas, despite all of his obvious pining, he’s been locked in the ‘friend zone’ since the first time they met. Not that he likes that term, but what else would he use to describe it exactly? Changbin sees him as just that: a friend. A friend that desperately wants to fuck and love and marry him.
This is also, perhaps, why he finds himself in his current predicament. His pillow—yes, that one with Changbin’s face on it—is between his thighs as he grinds down against it, looking down to see the way his cock drags along the printed face that drives him crazy. He whines, watching as his length glides along his cheek and lips wishing it was the real Changbin.
He closes his eyes, imagining how different it would feel. Changbin’s pouty lips coated in spit, jutting out just enough to catch the tip of his cock each time he slides forward. Imagines his tongue poking out to tease over him on each pass. It makes him whine, shoving his hips down harder for the next thrust. The fabric of the pillow is so soft that it cushions him perfectly and makes him shiver.
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Felix pines after Changbin and humps his 'Binnie' pillow... but then he gets caught in the act by the very man he's calling out for.Series
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“Your next client just checked in,” Chan says from the door to the break room. “Room four.”
Jisung gives him a thumbs up before rummaging through his locker to gather all his supplies. Pheromone-laced lube, his own personalized fleshlight (yes, he got one modeled off his asshole—don’t judge him), various fabric pieces, knot stimulators, and a gigantic stack of towels. They’re all pretty standard for his job considering he’s a ‘relief omega’ that gets paid to take care of single alphas during their ruts.
With all of his items stacked in his arms, he heads down the hallway in search of the door for room four, pushing inside once he finds the right one. He’s met with a wall of scent so strong, it nearly makes him drop all of the items he’s clinging to. Holy moly. Peppermint and eucalyptus practically drip down the walls, pungent enough to make his nose tingle. It’s a nice scent if he’s honest. Way nicer than a lot of the alphas that come through their facility.
“Hello, I’m your assigned omega for the duration of your rut,” Jisung greets cheerfully.
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Omega Jisung works to alleviate alphas in rut, though his next client is probably the hottest he's ever met.