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the written continuation to my twitter au! if you are confused, you can probably find the answer in this socmed
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24 Oct 2025
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“Do you want to… you know, again?” Jisung asks super casually, fingers twitching near Minho’s thigh where he’s sitting next to him on the bed. He’s breathing heavily through his mouth, he can’t help it. “It doesn’t have to, like— I mean— it’s… just fun, right? We can keep it casual. Uh, unless—”
Very slick, Jisung. All according to plan.
Minho shrugs, always so nonchalant. “Sure. If you want to. Casual is fine.”
(or: yeah, you guessed it, it's Definitely Not casual)
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17 Jul 2025
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“One,” Minho started, voice achingly soft again.
Silk over a blade.
Jisung pressed shaky fingers harder into the door, fingernails scraping small flakes of paint away. Minho's sweet voice kept him in the moment. He couldn't drift thinking of the pleasure, his cock aching, his nipples sparking with each rub of his chest across the wood in front of him. He couldn’t lose himself in the haze of burning pain and the ache of his muscles holding his precarious position. Instead he was drawn to think about what was to come. The impact, how it would flash through him, white-hot and searing. How it wouldn't burn away, how it would sit and radiate. Continue to send sharp stabs of pain through his body. How days from now he would still feel Minho there, would be able to see his hand prints.
Or Sometimes Jisung needs a firm hand to be reminded that Minho is the only one thats supposed to make his dick twitch.
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17 Jul 2025
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Jisung loops his arms around Minho's neck. “Talk to me?”
“I fucking hate that other people can look at you,” Minho bursts. He puts his hands on Jisung’s ass to press their bodies together. “I hate the way they look at you, I hate that they can approach you, I hate that they think they’re, like.” He shudders a little. “Picking you up, or something. I hate that they think they can have you, I hate that they can think about you at all, I hate that they want you, I hate that they can even try to have you, I hate it all."
Jisung pets his hair. “They can’t have me, though.”
“I know that,” Minho retorts, snippy and short. “But I hate that they can think about you at all."
Jisung is constantly being flirted with. Minho hates it.
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17 Jul 2025