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Chan/Felix

Explicit | 950 words

Tags: virgin chan x experienced felix, fwb, docking, masturbation, cum as lube, uncut chanlix agenda rise!

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"So, how do we– do we just..." Chris asks, dick grasped firmly in his hand. All too awkward and adorable. 

Felix can't help but smile. It isn't like he's done this before either, but it seems pretty self explanatory. Poor Chris and his brain's tendency to go staticky and useless under pressure. 

When he’d asked what Chris wanted to start their friends with benefits journey with, this definitely hadn't been what he expected. But really, who cares where they start? He’s just glad to finally be able to get his hands on him.

"Here, scoot closer," Felix guides, smiling as he sits up on his knees and waits for Chris to press up against him. 

It's hot even just like this, to be honest, with their hard cocks touching and Chris looking at him with curious excitement and expectation. His ears are red and his lower lip is extra puffy from the way they’ve been kissing for these past few minutes. 

When Felix reaches out slowly to wrap his fingers around Chris and slide his foreskin back ever so slightly, it releases a fat stream of precome, and he finds himself giggling before he can stop himself. Chris' face twists, but Felix is quick to reassure him, "It's cute. Look how wet you are, hyung." 

The elder whines, and Felix decides quickly that pathetic embarrassment is a really good look on him. It’s really hard to not want to skip straight ahead to where he’s bouncing on his leaky cock. 

“Do you get that wet?” Chris asks, a little insecure.

Felix smiles, teeth bright and white as he takes his other hand and pulls his own foreskin back to reveal his shiny cockhead. Chris’ eyes go wide at the sight, and it makes Felix twitch in his hand. “Sometimes. Only if I’m really into it, though,” he teases.

“So, you’re really into this?” Chris grins. 

“Come on, hyung. Look at us,” Felix hisses, carefully pressing their sticky tips together. Chris jerks like he’s been electrocuted and his hands immediately go to Felix’s hips to steady himself. “This is, like, stupid hot.”

“Shit– yeah it is,” Chris curses. His hips stutter forward and Felix polishes their combined wetness over their sensitive crowns. The sound is wet, squelching between his fingers. 

“You like me playing with your sensitive cock like this?” Felix asks, abandoning his own cock for a moment in favor of stroking Chris fully. All the way from the bottom to the top in his tight, slick fist. 

Chris lets out a breathy noise of pleasure, something Felix instantly hopes he will get to hear plenty more of in the future. “I’m gonna come way too fucking fast. Just letting you know” he says, laughing incredulously at himself. 

“Nuh uh, not until I say,” Felix immediately responds, giggling as he tightens his grip and watches his friend’s body tense and shake. 

“Lix–” Chris whines. He even pouts his lips, which Felix doesn’t deny himself from leaning forward to kiss. “Come on, put ‘em back together.” 

“Okay, okay.” Felix laughs. “Needy thing.” 

After watching chill bumps spread across Chris’ muscular arms, Felix shifts and takes both of them back into his hands, gently pulling their foreskins back and lining them up. The moment their tips kiss again, he feels Chris get even wetter, precome leaking out against his own slit. The first move, dragging Chris’ loose skin up over both of them, makes both of their hips jerk. 

“Oh,” Chris gasps, watching with rapt attention as Felix moves his hand the other way, which pulls his foreskin back and brings Felix’s over his cockhead instead. The sight alone is enough to make him dizzy. 

“Feels kinda weird,” Felix admits, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, but he continues moving his hand back and forth over the both of them. “I think I can definitely get off like this. Can you?” 

It takes Chris a moment to realize Felix is talking directly to him, but it’s easy for him to nod his head and bite his lip. “Fuck, Lix. I’m… I think I’m already about to.” 

“Yeah? Gonna come all up inside my foreskin, hyung?” Felix strokes them faster, using both hands now to keep them from slipping apart. “Go on, ‘s gonna feel so good,” he slurs. 

“I’m gonna–” Chris tries to say, but he’s collapsing against Felix’s body before he can finish his sentence. Trembling with pleasure, Chris holds onto Felix’s freckled shoulders and spills out between them. When he said he wouldn't last long, he didn't think it would only take two minutes. 

The feeling of Chris’ hot cum working its way into a frothy mess around him and leaking out between his fingers has Felix cursing out loud. He lets go of their cocks with a lust drunk smirk. “Fuck, look at that,” he says, spreading his fingers apart and watching the cum string between them like spiderwebs. His cock is also absolutely dripping with it, white and thick and perfect for Felix to spread down the rest of his length. 

“Oh my god,” he hears Chris say, body sagging back onto the mattress. 

Felix groans, fisting his cock furiously with Chris’ cum all over him. It doesn’t take much longer until he’s shooting ropes against Chris’ stomach and pubes as well, milking himself dry before falling bonelessly beside him. 

Out of breath, Felix finds himself laughing for the umpteenth time, rolling his head to the side only to find Chris slack jawed and staring at the ceiling. “You good, bro?” 

Smacking his dry lips together, Chris meets his eyes and laughs too. Eyes crinkling with joy. “Whaddyu think about trying snowballing next?” 

[hyunsvngs]

finally speaking the truth outside of the DMs

warning: skcawk

are we about to collectively be disillusioned about the daddy sized cawk we have always assigned to daddy chan? what is the truth? is he a grower? sos, is this cognitive dissonance

https://twitter.com/chrisbangsbf/status/1544058521423069185

may, @skzms

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this is going to be very controversial and i for one can't wait to discuss it

because yes. i might be getting brought over to the small cock channie discourse because it might be true. i think there's a high chance that his cock is small, ruddy and flushed and drippy against his abs and so so sensitive. ride him, try and take him as deep as you can until "oh, channie... is that it? how are you going to breed me with this, daddy?"

[corruption-skz]

https://twitter.com/chrisbangsbf/status/1439375425898229761?s=21

(The link contains porn/moan sounds)

Includes:Vaginal penetration

Okay but it sounds so much like him...like??? HOW??

But the first thing that came to my mind when I listened to this was you two seeing eachother after a long time of being apart due to schedules,tour or whatever and having the best sex of your lives.

He enters your apartment and before you get to say a word you start kissing as he throws you on the bed and lowers his pants and he just slams himself inside you making both of you gasp at this amazing forgotten feeling.No foreplay at all,you were both so desperate you had no time for that,he just needed to be inside you as much as you needed to have him there.

And of course he would be particularly loud just like the audio enjoying your warm tight walls around him again after so long.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

https://twitter.com/chrisbangsbf/status/1439375425898229761?s=2

cw moaning + real porn

It really sounds like jisung omg

No way that's actually him 😭

[freakynct]

ouuu what are some good twitter nsfw??

ok here's the ones i follow and check on the regular:

@/sIuttyten

@/nctidd

@/ShowHeonDreams

@/tallnct

@/sluttynj

i also follow some for skz which i've been obsessed about:

@/straykidsnsfw

@/seobunn

@/kittenlixie

@/NsfwSkiz

@/mnhosthighs

@/pissunq

@/topbinnie

@/cynosureyeonjun

@/filthyracha

@/DUMBRACHA

@/chnsbun

@/chrisbangsbf

@/daddybangchan

also there's this korean dude that makes porn and he's soooo good, i'm obsessed with his videos: @/seegasmworlds

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Chan/Jisung

Explicit | 970 words

Tags: D/s undertones, cock dumb chan, petnames, blowjobs, deepthroating, gagging and drooling, facial

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It's not unusual for Chan to space out a little when they do things like this together. It’s expected  even. It's one of the rare times when he really gets to let his mind simmer instead of boil. When he doesn't need to take control or guide the situation, doesn’t need to stress himself with making important decisions. All he has to do is trust and follow along with whatever Jisung wants from him.

 So, really, Jisung can't blame him for getting lost in his head. He’s glad to be the person who can provide that for his hyung, and not just because he benefits from it too. The positive effects it has on the both of them is always well worth it.

Sometimes Jisung fucks him on the studio couch, gets him on his hands and knees and milks his cock until he collapses in a pool of his own cum. Sometimes Jisung rides him, makes him sit back and relax as he kisses his throat until his brain does a factory reset. Sometimes it's just as simple as letting Chan sit on his lap while they work or snuggling up for a mutual nap until Changbin inevitably wakes them up later.

Right now though, it's Chan under their desk with Jisung's cock stuffed in his mouth. And Chan's really good at giving head– good enough that, on a good day, it could only take a few minutes for him to have Jisung spilling down his throat with a mouthful of garbled curses. But Chan's mind currently seems to have drifted off somewhere far away. His eyelids have fluttered shut, his breathing has evened out, and he's not really even moving anymore, just suckling on his tip mindlessly.

It’s kind of cute, to be honest. But the suction is so hot and wet and Chan is so pretty with his plump lips wrapped around a cock like this… and well, Jisung is pent up today. More than usual. Because the barely-there stimulation is apparently doing it for him– he feels like he could cum at any second.

"Hyung," Jisung whispers, running a hand through Chan's hair gently. Chan doesn't even hum in response. 

Then, a needy, kind of evil, emotion bubbles up inside of Jisung. Before he can even stop himself, he grips Chan's hair harder between his fingers and thrusts his hips forward, cockhead hitting the tight space at the back of his throat. Chan gags immediately, wretching around him and blinking his big puppydog eyes open in a daze.

"Sorry, pup." Jisung grins, swiveling his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that has Chan huffing through his nose in what is obviously supposed to be a pout. "You know how much I love having you stupid for me," he coos, "but I can't fuck your throat if you're not paying attention."

Squeezing Jisung's thighs to signal his understanding, Chan gives a particularly hard suck around his cock and flutters his lashes enticingly. Like some kind of sex demon.

Jisung hisses, shoving Chan's head down until his nose presses into his pubes. "God, you're such a fucking slut."

Chan whines below him, letting himself be dragged up and down as Jisung fucks into his throat over and over. He's noisy with it too, drooling and choking as he looks up into Jisung's eyes to really work his magic. 

Thankfully, the studio is sound proof, so neither of them have to hold back once they really get started. Jisung moans out loud, hissing through his teeth and smearing Chan's excess spit across his cheek. It’s dripping between his legs and down Chan’s neck. "Good boy," he praises, drawing himself closer to edge with each thrust.

It's when Chan swallows around him at the same time he brings a hand up to palm at his balls that Jisung feels it finally coming. Pulling out of his wet mouth and wrapping a hand around himself, he groans urgently, "Open up, mutt."

Chan swallows hard and gasps, taking a few deep breaths before letting his tongue loll out like a dog. Tipping his head back, Jisung smacks his cock against Chan’s pink tongue a few times before he’s shooting hot stripes of cum onto it. He strokes himself quickly, rubbing his slit over Chan's tongue and lips until he's drained dry– and then Chan looks at him and swallows every last drop. Even sucks his tip clean just for good measure, which makes Jisung flinch from overstimulation.

By the time he's tucked himself back into his sweats and wiped Chan’s face clean, Chan is still sitting on the ground between his legs, pouting up at him with wet lashes. 

"Come on, hyung, don't look at me like that. I couldn't risk you actually choking," Jisung teases, reaching down to help drag him up off the floor and into his lap instead. Wrapping both arms around his waist, he pulls him close and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose. "You're the one who asked to suck me off. It's not my fault you're just a dumb little puppy that needs to be kept in line."

"Well, it's not my fault your cock makes me dumb so easily," Chan huffs, mildly embarrassed as he shifts his eyes to the floor. 

"Hey, how about this," Jisung offers, smiling softly as he  pets down Chan's spine. His eyelids are heavy, tired. "If you agree to go home with me right now, I'll let you cockwarm me while we sleep tonight." He raises a curious brow and laughs as Chan pretends to consider it. As if his nonexistent tail isn't wagging in plain sight at the mere thought of it. 

"With my ass this time?" Chan questions, voice teasing. 

Sliding both hands down to grab at his ass, Jisung hums amusedly. "It is the best, after all."

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Jeongin solo (ft. Minho)

Explicit | 694 words

Tags: masturbation, monster cock imie, fucking yourself with your own dick, and coming inside yourself, creampie, accidental voyeurism

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It had taken Jeongin quite a while to be able to accomplish this particular feat, but it's been a semi-regular activity for him lately.

The thing is, people usually praise you extensively when you have a big cock. Envy you even. But, in reality, when your cock is as monstrous as Jeongin's, it really ends up being nothing more than a nuisance. That awe shifts to disgust for most people, or worse for the majority of potential partners, fear.

He's only tried topping a couple of times before, and every single time had been a disaster in the end. Which is what led him here. Tired of the judgment from others, and realizing that he much preferred bottoming anyway, he had learned a different way to put his giant cock to use.

It's kind of ridiculous, if he thinks about it– literally fucking himself. But every time he slides his fingers out of his thoroughly slick hole and replaces them with the thick tip of his cock, he couldn't possibly care. It's not like anyone would ever see him do this anyway.

The stretch feels fucking incredible, and it's easy to start pushing himself in farther once he pops inside. He can feel the way he clenches around himself, desperately trying to suck himself in as far as he possibly can. Even as big as he is, with the way he has to bend himself, he can only really manage to brush the very edge of his prostate like this. But it's still enough to make his body jerk with pleasure.

He takes the time to massage his balls, tight and full and sensitive, as he adjusts. Heat licks at his limbs, making his eyes squeeze shut as he focuses on it all. And it feels even better when he starts rhythmically fucking himself. Pushing at his shaft, thrusting it in and letting itself slip almost all the way back out before pushing again. Over and over.

The sensations all at once make him squirm and whimper– the tightness squeezing around his swollen cockhead, the electric shocks from his sweet spot being stimulated, the burn in his spine and thighs as he keeps himself in position. He keeps the pace quick, just how he likes it, and finds himself approaching the edge in only a few minutes.

With his arms trembling as he tries to keep steadily fucking himself, his abdomen tenses and his toes curl in pleasure. Jeongin moans out loud as a shudder rakes over his body– he's sweating, mouth open in a choked gasp as his cock pulses in release, filling himself up with hot cum.

He always tries his best to stay quiet when he knows he isn't at the dorm alone, but sometimes he just can't help it. It's a lot, a full body workout and a full body orgasm.

He tries to hold himself together and enjoy the feeling of being full for as long as he can, but he can't seem to stop shaking. So, with a lewd squelch of his wet cock slipping out of himself, he collapses to the bed. Hole fluttering around the loss, he can feel every drop of his cum oozing out of himself in waves, leaking down his crack and probably onto the sheets.

It takes a couple seconds for Jeongin to catch his breath, but as soon as his tired eyes open and he can focus, the first thing he notices is that his bedroom door is cracked open a little. And in a panic, Jeongin shoots upright and tugs his blanket up over his lap.

"You couldn't have knocked!?" He shouts, face burning with shame. And maybe something else, from being caught, but he definitely isn't willing to admit that right now.

At the door, with one hand on the handle and eyes wide in surprise, Minho blinks rapidly for a moment. He doesn't mention what he saw, but Jeongin can see the redness spreading down his chest even from here. His cock twitches uselessly under the blanket.

Finally, laughing incredulously, Minho narrows his eyes at him in interest and cocks a hip. "You couldn't have locked your door?" 

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more than anything

Chan/Jisung/Felix

Explicit | 3.6k

Tags: father/son incest, incest, dubious morality, large age gap, fucking your bff's dad, accidental voyeurism, friends with benefits, scheming, guilt, threesome, crying, begging, creampie, dead dove: do not eat

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When Jisung finds out his best friend is sleeping with his dad, he's not distraught about it. He's not disgusted or angry, either. He's jealous.

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Minho/Jisung

Explicit | 728 words

Tags and Warnings: accidental voyeurism to consensual voyeurism, developing relationship, masturbation

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Minho hadn't meant to catch Jisung masturbating, he really didn't. He was just here to give Hyunjin his sweater back. He truthfully didn't even know the younger boy was even home– thought maybe he'd be at the company with Chan and Changbin. But after hearing soft groans coming from Jisung's room, he decided to check in on him before leaving, just in case something was wrong.

He should have known better.

Everything felt like it happened in a flash. How in the world he went from standing wide eyed in the door with Jisung nearly screaming as he scrambled to cover himself up to sitting on the edge of the bed and watching Jisung touch himself is beyond him. But he takes a second to appreciate that the best possible outcome has chosen to grace him. 

They have been tip-toeing the line of best friends and dating for a long time now, sharing kisses and wishful words in the rare moments of privacy they'd get, but they'd never gotten to this. Nothing besides some heavy petting and naughty texts. Nothing like Jisung shyly spreading his legs to show off the shine between them. 

He's beautifully flushed from head to toe, hair tousled and lips swollen from where he had undoubtedly been biting them. He looks so debauched that Minho has a hard time not pouncing on him right away.

"It's not that I don't want you to fuck me," Jisung pauses, hissing as he squeezes the tip of his cock, "I just want to take things between us a little slower."

"I know– it's okay," Minho reassures him, hesitantly resting a hand on his out-spread knee. He's so warm. "I'm okay with just watching," he adds mischievously, making a show of letting his eyes scan up and down Jisung's naked body, "–if you're okay with that, I mean." 

"Oh," Jisung gasps, twisting his hand in a way that makes a deliciously wet noise. Minho shivers. "That's really fucking hot, actually."

"Then show me how you get off, jagiya."

And fuck, is it a beautiful sight. Jisung continues jerking his cock and pinching at his nipples until his body is shaking, quiet moans making Minho's own cock throb desperately in his pants. All he does is press a palm down over himself to alleviate some pressure, wanting to focus all his attention on the other. But it becomes even harder when he watches Jisung slip a hand between his legs and press a finger to his lube-slick hole.

"Hyung," he whines, adding the slightest bit of pressure.

Minho gulps, without even looking up. "Yeah?"

"Can't wait until this is you," he says, sliding two fingers past his rim at once, lips falling open in pleasure. 

"Fuck, me too, baby. You look so pretty right now," Minho curses. He feels much less embarrassed to be staring so hard when Jisung's eyes start fluttering open and closed, working a third finger inside himself as well.

Either the stretch must feel incredible or his words are affecting Jisung much more than he's letting on, because Minho sees his dick twitch in his palm, precome pearling in his slit. Minho so badly wishes he could lean forward and suck it clean, but it's immediately spread down Jisung's length to make the slide even wetter. He can tell he's close.

"Let me see you come," Minho mutters, eyes half lidded and so so desperate to see Jisung fall apart. It feels like all he needs in life at the moment. "Go on, come for hyung."

Time sort of seems to stand still for a moment when Jisung finally arches off the bed and reaches his high. Eyes screwed shut, he comes with a choked whimper, and Minho watches in awe as his hole clenches, as come drips down his knuckles and pools at the base of his tummy. It's incredible.

When Jisung reopens his eyes, they're heavy and tired and they immediately flick from Minho's flushed ears down to where he's still digging his palm into his crotch. Jisung smirks. He doesn't offer to help, and Minho doesn't ask.

"Maybe next time, you can touch," Jisung pants, reaching out to drag Minho down by the collar of his shirt.

Next time.

Minho blinks down at him. It feels like he's suffocating in the best kind of way. "But?"

"But for now, please kiss me." 

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Jisung solo (ft. Chan)

Explicit | 900 words

Tags: food play, food fucking, sex toys/fleshlight, masturbation, fantasizing, crack treated seriously, jisung fucks a fleshlight full of mac and cheese and chan is normal about it

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"You're not... actually gonna fuck that, are you?" Chan asks, looking like he has just rolled out of bed even though it's already nearing eight at night.

"With a condom!” Jisung doesn’t hesitate to clarify. “I don't want some weird UTI."

"That's… not what I meant," Chan sighs, exasperated yet fond. He just can't help it with Jisung, that’s his baby. His baby that regularly gives him new grey hairs to worry about, but his baby nonetheless. 

"You can't tell me you aren't curious," Jisung teases, carefully pouring the freshly made sauce in with his noodles. It looks absolutely delicious after mixing everything together, so he takes an experimental bite as he makes eye contact with Chan. Ever the button-pusher.

Chan blinks several times in quick succession, eyeing the pot with what looks like both disgust and curiosity. And he continues to watch as Jisung pointedly hums and sucks the excess cheese from his spoon. 

"Not that curious," the elder chuckles, a little awkward as he gestures toward the clear fleshlight sleeve sitting on the kitchen counter between them. Jisung has no shame, especially at home, and something about that is just… way hotter than it should be.

"Well," Jisung shrugs. "You only live once, hyung," he says wisely, popping the lid off the fleshlight and scooping macaroni into it as if he's doing something as innocuous as folding laundry. Chan wants to pick his brain. And maybe watch this tomfoolery unfold, but that’s another matter entirely. 

"So, that means you should fuck a fleshlight full of pasta just because some ramdom porn star said it felt good?" Chan can't help but laugh. He doesn't really know why he's surprised, to be honest. It's the exact kind of thing he should expect from Jisung after living with him for so many years and having to hear all about his weird sexcapades in explicit detail.

"Why shouldn't I fuck a fleshlight full of pasta to see if it's really as good as people say?" Jisung joins in on the laughter, shaking the toy around to get the noodles distributed as evenly as he can. He seems pretty excited about this. 

Chan shakes his head and takes a bottle of water from the fridge, hovering a few feet away like he isn’t quite sure how to leave. "Well, you go do that.” He makes a step toward the hallway. “I'm gonna be–" he pauses, trying his absolute best to not imagine Jisung's cock squelching as he fucks into this abomination, "uh, somewhere else, doing something totally normal."

“Your loss!” Jisung’s shouts, watching as Chan hurridly slips into his bedroom and closes the door. 

It’s somehow a whole lot goopier than he thought it would be. And he definitely should have let it cool down a little more first before sticking his dick inside, but well. He was too impatient, okay? 

The first few thrusts feel very much like– well, like he’s fucking mac and cheese, honestly. Which he quickly finds to not be such a bad thing. The thick sauce coats his cock immediately and makes the slide pretty pleasant, and the noodles make way for his cockhead easily, opening up and closing back around him with each thrust. 

It’s interesting, really, how good it actually feels. He looks down and watches his length slide in and out of the toy, fascinated by how quickly he thinks he can come from this. Biting his lip, he fucks the toy down his length faster, a little deeper until the noodles are spilling out and making his balls messy. The sound of it is obscene– truly, as they say, like the wettest pussy he can imagine. 

He closes his eyes for a moment, tilting his head back to moan. As much as he enjoys solo play, he can’t help but imagine a certain pair of plush lips wrapped around him instead. Having his hand in a head of curly hair, a tongue there to lick every drop of sauce off his cock, shiny brown eyes looking up at him as he fucks their face and cums thick stripes over their wide nose and dimples. 

Jisung braces himself against the sink, furiously moving the toy up and down until his legs start shaking. Macaroni noodles fall out around him onto the floor, but he couldn’t care less, fucking deep into the mess and coming with the smell of cheese in his nose and his hyung’s name on his lips.

When Jisung walks out of his room later to dump the destroyed mac and cheese out of his fleshlight and into the garbage disposal, he finds Chan back in the kitchen. Sitting at the counter, eating a bowl of cereal. His ears are blood red. 

There’s no way he didn’t hear. 

Smirking, and naked except for his underwear, Jisung leans against the sink and makes eye contact with him. 

Chan looks away quickly and clears his throat, probably half because he’s embarrassed and half because he doesn’t want to choke on his raisin bran. “So, um. How was it?” 

Jisung laughs quietly, stepping right up next to him and stretching both arms above his head. Without looking, he knows Chan glances at his stomach, at his little waist. 

Bending down, mouth next to Chan’s ear, he chuckles, much lower than it had been earlier. “You should have came and watched, hyung. If you were that curious.”

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time is ticking

Minho/Jisung

Explicit | 1.6k words

Tags and Warnings: ftm jisung, Dom/sub, voyeurism, masturbation, begging, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, overstimulation, squirting, chastity, punishment, aftercare, sub jisung, dom minho, pwp

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smoke you up

Minho/Jisung

Explicit | 3.3k

Tags: cisswap, female minho, implied/referenced cheating, inspired by skz family, smoking, nipple play, cunnilingus, mommy kink, hand jobs, light angst, hopeful ending

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Wanting to delay the hollow looks they’ll receive when they try and inevitably fail to sneak back into their own beds with their own partners. Craving just a few more hours basking in one another’s presence and indulging in the high they feel whenever they’re together. The sparks that only exist when it’s the two of them.

"Can I at least still make you cum again?"

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Minho/Jisung

Teen and Up | 820 words

"soft sleepy domestic tooth brushing" for ky

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Minho is absolutely fucking exhausted. He's been staring dejectedly at his suitcase for... well, a while. He's been emotionally pent up all week, and on top of all the nonstop schedules, it's a miracle he's even made time to eat, let alone get enough sleep.

It's the kind of tiredness he can feel in his bones, deep seated and ugly and sensitive, and it really wouldn't take but a few seconds for him to doze off if he could just... lay his head onto the pillows and listen to the gentle whir of the air conditioning.

He should shower, or at the very least change his clothes, but it feels like his feet are glued to the floor, like his eyelids are weighted. He's debating skipping the shower all together and pathetically collapsing into bed in his jeans, but then there's a knock at his hotel door that shocks him upright.

"Hyung," comes a voice not even a breath later, the owner of it stepping past the threshold of his room and filling the space with his presence. It feels suffocating in a way Minho's not used to. Not with him.

Taking a deep breath, Minho straightens his spine and it cracks loudly. His fingers slip off the zipper of his toiletry bag as he wobbles, but suddenly Jisung is behind him, wrapping both arms around his waist and pressing his nose to the base of his neck. It must be sticky with sweat.

"Hyung?" Jisung repeats, after Minho doesn't say anything. His voice is softer now, chest solid against his back as he holds him; he's always been able to tell what Minho needs, oftentimes even before Minho himself does.

Minho clears his throat and blinks heavily, leaning his head back onto Jisung's shoulder. "M' sorry, just–" he sighs, lets Jisung kiss behind his ear, soft and caring, "–just so tired I can barely stand up."

Jisung hums, arms tightening around him. It's soothing, to feel his warmth and the rumble of his voice, to smell the shampoo in his damp hair, to be able to relax into him and know he would never let him fall.

"Want me to help you get ready for bed?" he offers, so sweet and lovely and perfect. Minho whines, because he really doesn't feel like doing anything, but he can feel the way Jisung smiles against his neck and... he's always been weak for him.

It's not easy to let himself be doted on, not even like this, but Minho still begrudgingly lets Jisung guide him to the bathroom and sit him on the toilet. He nearly falls asleep again as Jisung takes the time to wipe his makeup off for him, finger pads gently massaging his cheeks as he applies his skin care afterwards, because of course he knows in exactly what order Minho does it. He pouts when Jisung squeezes his jaw and stuffs a toothbrush inside his mouth, and the sound of Jisung's airy laughing makes his stomach swirl with butterflies.

"Keep your mouth open," Jisung says, squatting down next to him and laying his free hand on Minho's thigh. "I don't want you to choke."

Minho makes a disgruntled noise but obeys nonetheless, baring his teeth so Jisung can scrub them properly. He starts with his molars, drawing little circles with the bristles on each one and making sure to get every angle before moving to the other side to do the same. There's definitely a little toothpaste dripping down his chin, but he can't find it anywhere in himself to care.

Jisung brushes his front teeth with extra care, and ordinarily Minho would tease him for it, but all he can think of now is how much he loves him. How he didn't have to do any of this, but he wanted to. It feels domestic, like a little preview into what their future could hold, and before he can sniffle to prevent himself from crying– stupid, stupid, dumb, exhausted feelings– Jisung is guiding him to the sink and cupping water in the palm of his hand for Minho to rinse with.

When Minho meets Jisung's gaze in the mirror, he manages a soft smile. It's sincere, and he can tell Jisung knows everything he's trying to say with it.

Jisung even helps him change into sleep clothes; he pulls his jeans and underwear and socks off and slides a pair of comfy shorts onto his legs instead, swapping his button up with a cotton t-shirt and tucking him into bed.

Minho moans as he snuggles into the duvet, more and more tension leaving his body with each passing second. He processes the light being turned off and the sound of Jisung's footsteps as they approach him. His body slides up behind his with ease, sheets rustling as an arm naturally reaches out to pull him close.

This is exactly what he needed. A moment of peace. A second to breathe, to just exist. Jisung.

"Get some rest, hyung," Jisung whispers, curling their bodies together like pieces of a puzzle.

"Mm," he mumbles, threading their fingers and bringing them up to his lips so he can kiss the back of Jisung's hand, "always sleep better when you're around." 

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unusually

Explicit | 2.6k | ao3 link

Chan/Jeongin

Tags and Warnings: microdick chan, small penis humiliation, praise kink, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, very light feminization, anal sex, bottom chan, top jeongin

Chan rarely uses hookup apps anymore. He's had plenty of mediocre sex over the years and his own fair share of horror stories to match.

But then... in comes Jeongin.

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Hyunjin/Jisung

Explicit | 910 words

TAGS: semi crack fic, Santa's elves! hyunsung, Christmas magic, double sided dildo, food fucking (literally), magic aphrodisiac (?), rimming, being walked in on by Santa

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"I can't believe you've done this," Hyunjin laughs, holding the candy cane dildo Jisung had just created in his hands, turning it over to examine its perfection.

The sweat on his palms is already making it stick to him a little, and he would grimace if he wasn't already so turned on. Rolling his eyes at himself for even considering Jisung's little idea in the first place, Hyunjin hands the dildo back to him.

Jisung had used a little Christmas magic to turn one of their double sided dildos into a real candy cane. All the dildo texture was still there and everything, but it was just... hard, and made of candy.

Unbelievable. He truly has an exceptional mind.

"Hey, you're the one who put the image of you fucking me with a bundle of candy canes in my head to begin with!" Jisung pouts, crossing his arms over the swell of his chest and cocking his hip, and looking positively edible doing so. The little bell on his hat jingles with the movement, and Hyunjin grins with amusement.

"Santa is gonna be pissed," Hyunjin says while pushing his pants down and kicking them off his ankles in a hurry. They probably don't have much time before the higher up elves start trying to find where they've run off to, or even worse, the jolly man himself.

Hyunjin can't even really complain though, especially not when Jisung was thoughtful enough to offer lube with a matching flavor to go along with the candied dildo.

Jisung beams as he watches the other elf strip bare and lay back on the bed, spreading his legs to toy with his own hole eagerly. "You seem more excited than me!"

"It's hot that you're so reckless," Hyunjin groans, hating to admit that the other is probably right. He's excited. "You gonna get your tasty little ass over here or not?" he teases, a mess of giggles bubbling up out of his throat without permission. The smell of peppermint always gets him excited.

Jisung doesn't have to be asked twice. He throws his clothes to the side and crawls up into the bed as well, excitement buzzing under his skin at the prospect of it all. He watches Hyunjin slip one end of the candy cane into his slippery hole with a moan, his face twisting in pleasure. He scoots as close as possible, their balls touching, and lays a sticky hand against Hyunjin's hip. The smell of peppermint is almost dizzying.

"It feels so good," Hyunjin hisses, licking his beautifully plump, glossy lips.

After a few moments of adjusting to the girth of the candy cane, he reaches forward and spreads the lube across Jisung's entrance as well before slipping a couple of long fingers inside. Jisung whimpers as Hyunjin plays with his prostate, sticky fingers stretching him open with determination and accuracy.

When the candy cane dildo finally slips into him as well, he can't help but release a needy whine in response. Hyunjin rocks against him, making the candy shift inside both of them, and it feels incredible. Jisung grabs onto one of Hyunjin's outstretched, lanky legs to ground himself, already almost overwhelmed with pleasure.

Perhaps the magic has made them extra sensitive… or maybe it's like an aphrodisiac or something. They didn't know. Jisung definitely didn't read the fine print.

"Oh fuck, Jisungie. I'm gonna cum," Hyunjin wails, throwing his head back as his hips roll and buck wildly.

The warmth of being inside them, mixed with the wetness of lube has made the candy melt significantly, red stickiness seeping out of their holes and onto their asscheeks, making them messily stick together each time their skin touches. Which is with every movement.

"Me too," Jisung cries out, feeling the candy drag against his prostate in the most perfect way. He's almost delirious with need.

Their orgasms wash over them quickly, cum dribbling out all over each other and making even more of a mess than before. The two let the candy slip out of them before sitting up to kiss each other tenderly, smearing the melted sugar against the sheets even farther.

"Do you think we are on the naughty list yet?" Hyunjin asks, hoping that maybe Santa will punish them for this if so. That man knows way too much.

"I hope so." Jisung smirks mischievously, pushing Hyunjin back against the bed again and crawling up to straddle his face. He chuckles and turns around the other way before dropping down to lick the sweetness from Hyunjin's balls, tongue dragging over his puffy rim. "But if not, we'd surely have to be after this.

Hyunjin hums in agreement and wraps his arms around Jisung's thighs before pulling him down to tongue hungrily at his hole and slurp up the melted candy, eager to continue despite their matching sensitivity.

And with Hyunjin digging his tongue inside him like this, swirling it around, Jisung feels like he could probably cum again. He grinds against his face ever so slightly and lets his own sweetened drool run down to Hyunjin's abused hole from where he's laying, open mouthed and panting, against his taint.

High on sugar and adrenaline, and also probably the magic, neither of them even react to the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer from the end of the hallway… not even paying any mind when the door knob twists and there's a familiar huff of disappointment at the door.

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eat it up

Pairing: Minho/Jisung

Word Count: 4.4k

Tags and Warnings: foodplay, food kink, feederism, felching, body worship, pudding as lube, rimming, D/s undertones, bottom minho, top jisung

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"Let's just get this show on the road," Minho grumbles impatiently, though Jisung doesn't miss the way his adam's apple bobs in anticipation. "I'm hungry."

Jisung laughs softly, glancing over to the precariously stacked pyramid of pudding on the nightstand. "Yeah?" He kneads Minho's soft stomach and squeezes it teasingly, "Ready for me to fill that cute little belly?"