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It was easy to ignore the ever-present feeling that something was wrong until it became unbearable.
Chan stares at the door that separates him from Jisung and Changbin through tears of frustration, knees aching on the hardwood floor, clenching around the dildo inside him, unable to come. In desperate need for his two best friends and an orgasm or two. Or more.
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“What are you, a dog?” Felix had teased. He rolled his hips, fucking himself up onto Chan, who had stopped his motions. And Chan’s brain, the damn thing, just about short-circuited at the implication. Involuntarily, he let out another noise—this one more groan than whimper, but traitorous nonetheless.
Am I into this? He thought to himself. Holy shit, I think I’m into this.
or: the mortifying ordeal of chan discovering something new about himself and being vulnerable and horny enough to embrace it, fluffy ears and all
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Eventually Changbin leaves him when the floor clears for dancing, perking up at the intro of a certain song and joining his friends. He's a teetotaler. Flushed and exuberant off of one glass of the high quality liquor and the joy of some of his closest loved ones. Seungmin watches him over his own glass, the sweetness of the wedding cake dissolving on the back of his tongue and making him crack a smile.
At Chan and Felix’s wedding, Seungmin meets a cute guy who he can’t help but tease.
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14 Dec 2025
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That unique lemon scent sharpens in Minho’s nose, thick on his tongue. He hums curiously, his hand making a slow descent down the expanse of Jeongin’s back. From the widest point of his shoulders to the handsome taper of his waist, following the curve of his spine like a map. Jeongin shivers when Minho slips his thumb under the waistband of his boxers, simultaneously arching into and away from the touch like he’s confused. Pushing and pulling two different directions. “Hyung,” he says, voice sticky, half-pleading. Already so embarrassed. He lifts his head up, eyes glazed, pink lips parted. Minho knows what he’ll find if he slides his hand downward- knows what Jeongin is trying and failing to conceal with his begging expression. He pushes his hand under fully to cup his perky ass and immediately feels that he’s wet. Considerably. Soaked, essentially.
“Aegi,” Minho coos, his giddy laugh turning into a wheeze when Jeongin slams his head down to hide his face in his chest with a pitiful whine, “are you still feeling a little worked up?”
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- Part 21 of bite-sized fics
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10 Dec 2025
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Chan tapped him delicately on the knee with the tip of his finger. “Wanna smoke a bowl?”
“God, yes.”
Chan’s laugh squeaked in his throat, and he bounced on the balls of his feet. “Wanna play Left 4 Dead 2 and order pizza? Hyung’s treat.”
“Fucking yes, please.”
“Okay.”
OR: five times hyunjin scores weed, and the one time he scores with his dealer
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- Part 2 of ggwp