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“Do you have any idea how old I am, pretty thing?” Minho asks the boy as the door shuts behind them. Jisung, he’d said his name was, on the short walk back to Minho's apartment. A pretty name for a pretty boy Minho thinks.
“And just how old are you, hm?” he questions as he turns, beginning to back him against the door. “I know you’re at least eighteen,” he says “They wouldn’t have let you inside the bar if you weren’t.” he reaches his hand up, cupping Jisung’s chin in his palm.
“Old enough,” the boy answers with a puff of his chest, clearly trying his best to keep his shaky eyes from breaking contact with Minhos.
Minho’s grip tightens against the boy's jaw. “That’s not an answer,” he tsks “Tell me or this stops right now.”
“T-twenty, I’m twenty.” he concedes. “Twenty-one in September.”
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Minho really shouldn’t want, but he just has to have.
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“I read it online somewhere,” Felix just shrugs, “Your piss is like-“ he waves his hands around in the air. “I don’t know, sweeter or something when you're diabetic!” he says.
“So you want me to piss in your mouth to test if it’s sweet?” Chan asks.
“Exactly, now you get it!” Felix claps his hands together again. “If it is, then fine, we can go to the doctor, Channie. If it’s not, then like I said, nothing to worry about!” he smiles.
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Chan is panicking. Felix has an easy solution.
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“Jisung,” she purrs, and a pathetic strangled sound gets caught in his throat. “You didn’t really think I was coming over for help with my lab, did you?” she asks.
Jisung’s mouth drops open. Then closes. Then opens again. His eyes going wide, a dumb expression plastered on his face. Did he? I mean, yes? Was there something else he was supposed to think? What other reason could Lee Minhee have to want to- his train of thought is cut short when suddenly he feels her hand start to climb further up his thigh. And oh. Oh. No? Wait. Really?
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Jisung thinks Minhee came over for help with her lab. He finds out rather quickly she most certainly did not.
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“You just smell so fucking good, baby. I need to taste you,” Jisung groans in reply, before hastily leaning back in to begin nipping at Minho’s skin through the fabric of his pants.
“Oh? But I thought you weren't hungry?” Minho questions as he snakes a hand behind himself to run his fingers through the loose curls atop Jisung's scalp.
“That's because I'm craving something,” he stops, pausing to nip Minho's skin again. “Sweet.” Nip. “Syrupy.” Nip. “Tangy.” Nip. “Creamy.” He drags the final word out, groaning it into Minho's backside.
“Mmm is that so?” Minho teases before the fingers in Jisung's hair tighten. A sharp stinging sensation pulling at his roots. “I wouldn't be so creamy if you had kept yours to yourself, you know,” he tsks.
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Minho is pregnant. Jisung is obsessed.
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It's then that Minho registers the look on Jisung's face. One of which he’s all too familiar with. Jisung has to pee.
“Jisungie?” Minho starts. He removes his face from Jisung's belly, keeping just his palm softly splayed across it. “Do you have to pee?” He asks even though he knows the answer.
Jisung nods his head, a low whimper escaping his lips. “Y-yes.”
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Minho and Jisung are perfectly perverted for one another.
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Handwritten. Ink slightly smudged. He read the first line.
Write the name of your enemy in this book. Their body will change. Their mind will open. They will become an omega in the deepest heat imaginable—desperate, submissive, utterly yours for six hours. They will present for you with slick between their thighs and your name on their lips. The transformation will trigger the moment they are in your presence. Use this power wisely.
Instructions: visualize the person’s face clearly. Write their full name. The book will do the rest.
Jisung laughed out loud. A single sharp bark of disbelief. Someone really went all-in on the omegaverse role play gear. He should throw this in the trash.
Except.
Or: Minho and Jisung are always at each others throats until one day Jisung randomly finds The Yaoi Note at his shop. VERY loosely based on Death Note
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“I do want to try topping,” Minho says. “But most of my hookups didn’t want to put in the effort.”
Jisung frowns. “But they’re gay. At least some of them have to be used to anal.” Not that Jisung would know anything about that. He’s straight. “Statistically speaking.”
“Well–”
“And,” Jisung feels the need to add, suddenly fired up, “you bottom every time! So you put in the effort. How come you only fucked selfish people, apparently?”
“You’re so cute, Jisungie.” Minho places a hand on Jisung’s thigh. “But they’re not the problem.”
“Then..” Jisung licks his dry lips. “Then what is?”
“Most people can’t take it.”–
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11 Aug 2026
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fucking phenomenal as always but like fuck this was delicious oh my god
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Jisung discovers his best friend Minha’s kink, and he’s always so eager to please.
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11 Aug 2026
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THIS IS LITERALLY ALL I COULD HAVE EVER WANTED HOW AM I JUST NOW DISCOVERING IT WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN OH MY GOD
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you're my reason, to believe in (another life) by styrvexxual
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
12 Nov 2025
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“Wait, Omega?” Jisung asks, “The fuck does that have to do with anything? The only person I’ve talked to that isn’t you guys, Chan, or Changbin lately is Minho.”
“Are you dense?” Felix laughs, “Minho’s an omega, you dumbass alpha!”
Jisung gapes at that. Not at the comment, he supposes he is kind of dumb for never noticing Minho’s secondary gender outside of his slight floral scent. He just never really considered the possibility of the older being an omega, or that he’d want him to ‘help’ him as Hyunjin ever-so subtly implied.
“Wow,” Hyunjin whispers, “I guess you guys aren’t fucking after all.”
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He’s still talking when Chan gets in the driver's seat, his hands falling into place on the wheel. “What piercing did you even get? I don’t even see anything, haha.”
Jisung goes quiet as the engine starts, and they peel off down the street. “Hm?”
“The piercing? At the studio where you just passed out?”
“Right, right. Um.”
“Um?” Chan laughs nervously, “What, did you get your nipples pierced?”
“No,” Jisung answers quickly, but truthfully. His ears are bright red when Chan spares a glance at him.