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Minho’s always the responsible second-in-command, until his body gets its own agenda—and his mates are more than happy to follow it.
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23 Nov 2025
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After a long day of schedules, Minho and Jisung settle on the couch for a seemingly innocent cuddle.
When Jisung discovers Minho's surprisingly sensitive chest, their playful exploration quickly escalates into something heavier.
As Minho surrenders to the sensations, Jisung revels in this unexpected side of his hyung, blurring the lines of their friendship and everything in the process.
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Jisung finds Minhos weak spot. They fuck.
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08 Nov 2025
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Minho twirls a lock of the lustrous brown hair with a finger. He bats his eyelids for good measure, the sparkles in his peach eyeshadow reflecting the lights overhead.
“Hyung....” Jisung whispers almost reverently.
“That’s noona to you, baby” Minho replies cheekily, and winks.
“Well, fuck.” Chan swears.
In which Minho is unfairly pretty, and all of Stray Kids collectively have a crisis.
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30 Oct 2025
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The phone slips on the sweat gathered between it and his cheek and he just stands there, watching as it falls onto the pavement and the screen cracks.
He blinks, then blinks again, a minute away from throwing his grocery bags and screaming at the top of his lungs just to let out the frustration that's been building inside ever since he woke up with a tummy ache. Hurried steps pull him out of his unhealthy fantasies of equally unhealthy coping mechanisms.
"Hey, do you need any help?"
// tldr: fic where dilf (milf) minho is forced to encounter a house full of frat boys.. oh nooo.. what will he dooo..
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29 Oct 2025
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Changbin leaned on the ropes, eyebrows raised. “You know what you need?”
“If you say acupuncture—”
“Deep tissue massage,” Chan cut in smoothly. “There’s a clinic I go to. Near the Gopchang place. Clean, private, not sketchy.”
Minho looked skeptical. “A massage?”
“A real massage,” Changbin said, nodding like he’d just discovered religion. “None of that soft baby oil spa stuff. I’m talking elbows-in-your-back, ‘am-I-being-exorcised’ kind of pressure.”
Or, Minho thought he booked a deep tissue massage. What he got instead was far more satisfying.Bookmarked by MonoCode
05 Oct 2025