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“Jisung, I’ll only ask one more time. Would you please come here? Hyung just wants to talk to you,” Chan asked, more stern this time.
Changbin plopped Jisung into Chan’s lap, who was quick to restrain him, holding his hands against his thighs. Changbin maneuvered himself back into his chair, scooting closer to be able to wrap his arms around Jisung from behind. As much as he squirmed, he was effectively trapped as the filling of a muscle sandwich.
“Hyungs!” He whined. “C’mon let me gooo!” Jisung fought against them for a good while, squirming and flailing and saying hateful words he didn’t mean. They both ignored him and continued to hold him tight, allowing the pressure to slowly ground him. It wasn’t long before Jisung quieted, his body melting into their embrace. A small sniffle was their indicator that Jisung was finally ready to let them help.
Changbin rubbed soothing circles against his skin while Chan thumbed his fresh tears away. “What's wrong, baby boy? Is your pretty little brain being too loud?”
Or; Chan and Changbin know just how to help their little sweet, bratty little sub feel better.
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When he shut the door behind him and turned to take in the room, his breath caught in his throat. The scene was just as it always was, his flower prepped and filled with a pretty plug, still glistening from the excess of lube used. The man's honey skin was exposed, not an inch of his front half covered from Minho’s sight. He traced over every petal on Daisy's chest, abdomen, arms, and legs, admiring the physical evidence of each and every time he'd claimed the man as his own. Planted his seed into the most beautiful man he'd ever known.
Or; A love story about mafia boss Minho and his darling Daisy (Jisung)
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- Part 1 of Orchid
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Minho whimpered, a full body shudder traveling through him at the realization of how powerless he was. His head was starting to get fuzzy, a slight haze over the entire situation. He felt like putty in the older’s hands.
“Little kitten shows his claws and acts tough but a few scratches behind the ear and you're practically purring for me,” Chan cooed, his tone condescending.
Minho winced as more precum dripped from his cock at the words, his hips rutting against Chan's thigh helplessly. He didn't know what had come over him, but he couldn't stop. His cock felt so good rutting against Chan's thigh, and the fact that the older had overpowered him so effortlessly was affecting him in ways he didn't understand.
Or; Chan and Minho are "rivals" for Jisung's affections and Chan has finally had enough of Minho being a brat.
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“You like being a little whore for me though, don't you, pretty?” Minho cooed meanly. “Dressed up so sweet like a little doll, just waiting for me to pay attention to you, hm?”
Jisung whined high in his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. Minho didn't ask for a response, but Jisung gave him one anyway. He wanted to be good for him. “Dressed up just for you, hyung. I wanted to be pretty for you. Want you…”
“Missed me that much over the weekend?” Minho teased, a slight fondness peeking through his stern exterior. “Your little toys and your hand weren't enough, were they? Poor thing.”
The younger moaned at the mere words, blinking up at Minho hopefully.
“I have a meeting in five minutes with a student,” Minho said, his eyes intense as they stared back into Jisung’s.
He felt himself deflate slightly, whining when Minho’s hand left his hair. He was just about to pout when Minho’s next words registered in his brain.
“Put your things in the closet and get under my desk.”
Or; Jisung finds himself under professor Lee's desk while he meets with a student.
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- Part 2 of Clandestine
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“Never have I ever lost my virginity.”
Chan swore his jaw dropped in shock. Jisung was a virgin. Chan felt like his head was going to blow clean off his body.
Jisung turned to Chan, giggling as the game moved on to the next person, unaware of the semi-crisis Chan was contending with.
He needed to pull himself together. Now. Jisung seemed content to make him spiral further, though. He reached over to Chan's hand and put two of the older’s fingers down, eliminating him from the game.
The older looked at him, confused. “Why two fingers?”
“Well…one because you forgot to lower your finger for my ‘never have I ever’ statement, and I happen to know you aren't a virgin. And second…because you're going to take someone's virginity tonight.”
Chan's brain stalled out, crashed, and rebooted. What? “What? What do you mean Sungie?”
Jisung's hand wandered from where it had previously sat on Chan's biceps to a new home, trailing over the alpha's chest. His eyes were half-lidded with what Chan could only interpret as desire. “What I mean, hyungie, is that I want you to fuck me. Tonight.”
Or; Mutual pining, guilt, only one bed, and Chan's raging virginity kink.
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He pressed his back against the door as he caught his breath. He could still smell Minho's pheromones and ruts from one floor up. He could feel slick slowly moving down his thigh as he heard another growl and then a shout for Jisung, but he couldn't. Minho is his best friend, and the older had strict rules and wishes when it came to his ruts. He got more feral and more animalistic, and he trusted Jisung to leave him chained up in their basement. After a few seconds of listening to Minho growling and trying to break free of the chains, Jisung pushed himself off the door and grabbed a dining room chair as he slid it under the door and quickly took off as he hid under the be
He covered his mouth as he let out a muffled whimper when he heard multiple loud bangs and what sounded like a door breaking off its hinges. Jisung closed his eyes tightly, one of his hands clamping over the scent gland on his neck as he heard heavy footsteps walking around the house. It smelt so strongly of Minho and his rut that it made Jisung's eyes water as footsteps got closer to the bedroom, and he heard a growl.
"Jisungie, come on out, jagiya." He spoke in a light tone as he started to slam doors open.
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27 Jul 2026
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Jisung was home.
He didn’t remember coming home.
But as he pried his memory open, it started to come back to him.
He’d had a good time. It was more… intense than usual, but not in a bad way.
But even if getting kicked out was expected, Jisung still felt like he was sent into freefall.
Or: A hookup sends Jisung home while in subspace. Fortunately, Chan knows what he needs.
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26 Jul 2026
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"Only a few more days!" Minho reminded them both as though it wouldn't feel like a hundred days, "We can do it."
Jisung made a pathetic noise, whimpering through a pout.
"I can picture you perfectly right now," Minho said with a chuckle. "Stop jutting your bottom lip out, baby. You can't do that when I'm not there to bite it."
Jisung made the same sound again, this time worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. They don't feel the same way Minho's do.
"Hyung, you can't say things like that." Jisung side-stepped a group of friends, drunk and stumbling to their next location. "I'm in public," he scolded.
OR: Minho is away on vacation. Jisung is walking home from a late night at the studio. They have phone sex.
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25 Jul 2026
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Since Jeongin was twelve, his father assigned him a body guard. They were all the same, until Han Jisung. The bug-eyed loser who could kill a man without blinking, and would do absolutely anything for Jeongin.
Jeongin just had to test his limits.
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25 Jul 2026
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Some truths: Changbin owns property. Jisung doesn’t (currently) have a girlfriend.
Some lies: What Changbin and Jisung have isn't that sort of devotion. It's not dating, it's not marriage. It's not—romantic. Not really. Not unless Changbin digs down into himself deep enough to hit oil and let it gush, spilling uselessly above ground. He can't afford that. Jisung can't, either.
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24 Jul 2026