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“Feel so good when you’re filled up,” He speaks aloud, keeping his head tucked into the omega’s neck as pleasure courses through his whole body. “Wanna keep you filled up all the time.”
The fog in Jisung’s mind momentarily clears. “H-Huh?”
The alpha, however, doesn’t stop his train of thought from the route it’s now taken.
“Would look so fucking good pregnant,” Minho continues, his voice low and rough as the words vibrate against Jisung’s skin. “All pretty and swollen with my pups."
Jisung leaves a 3RACHA recording session to return home to his alpha in rut, and realises Minho is nothing but determined to get his good omega bred.
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- Part 1 of Acting on Impulse
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16 Sep 2026
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“—don’t test me.”
Minho’s tail wrapped around one of Jisung’s legs, a warning.
“This is not a test, hyung.” Jisung wrapped his arms around the older man’s shoulders in response, one of his hands carding through the hairs at his nape as he mouths at the panther’s neck. “This is me taking what’s mine.”
“And what exactly is that?” One of Minho’s hands clasped around Jisung’s waist, trapping him in the panther’s grip. “What could a frail little thing like you possibly own of me?”
One of Jisung’s hands expertly snaked it’s way down between their bodies as he nipped at the older’s jaw, pressing a smile into the skin when he found Minho’s hard length, warm and throbbing in the space between them.
“Found it.”
Before Minho could pull away, ever the concerned hyung looking out for sweet Jisung, the deer dropped to his knees, lips close to the panther’s clothed cock.
Or; Jisung devises a plan to have his way with the panther who holds his heart, before he takes on a mate within his tribe.
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13 Sep 2026
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Jisung shifts, the hem of the hoodie riding up just enough to tease the soft, unblemished skin of his inner thigh. They would look so pretty covered in his marks. Minho's teeth itch with the urge to bite.
"Hi, everyone," Jisung murmurs, his voice a little raspy, filtering through Minho’s headphones and sending a literal shiver down his spine. "Thanks for joining. I... I felt a little lonely tonight."
Minho freezes, his entire body locking up as he stares at the screen. His breath comes in short, sharp gasps. Jisung is sitting there, bathed in his scent, wearing his clothes, broadcasting to the entire fucking internet. The possessive, primal part of him is roaring in triumph, while the rational part of his brain is screaming in panic.
Jisung stretches languidly, rolling his shoulders and making the hoodie slip further down one arm, exposing the smooth line of his collarbone.
Minho’s blood turns to liquid fire. With a trembling hand, he hovers his cursor over the text box. His fingers fly across the keyboard, typing out the username he’s used for weeks since he discovered Jisung's secret; the anonymous shield that lets him devour his friend from afar.
Lino logs in.
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12 Sep 2026
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“min– min, please,” he gasps. the pressure is building, building, building, stretching out its arms to a point jisung does not want it to reach. “hyung, hyungie, it hurts.”
“you’ll be good for hyung,” minho tells him, stern. there’s no room for disagreement. when he presses down on jisung’s lower stomach, jisung knows it. knows that he’s trapped, locked in place, stuck here forever.
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or, after a long day at the studio, jisung pisses himself while minho fucks him.
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11 Sep 2026
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it’s not a brontosaurus, it’s a diplodocus! by whatifitallgoesright
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
31 Oct 2025
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He tries to avoid looking like a loser as he looks up at the smattering of students who remain in the classroom. Almost everyone is gone. Not many Jisung candidates left.
Then Minho spots him. His arch nemesis is bounding toward him like a sick little yappy dog. Minho swears the guy’s tongue is almost flapping out of his mouth, he’s smiling so big and hard.
Minho rolls his eyes and turns to the professor.
“Excuse me, Professor. My name is Lee Minho. You assigned me a partner for the costume contest—I was wondering if you could point me in her direction? Her name is Jisung? I don’t know her face.”
His professor smiles up at Minho. “Sure!—“ He looks over Minho’s shoulder. “Here he comes now!”
He?
He?
Minho’s heart drops. Surely not. Surely his professor misheard him. Surely Jisung is a nice, cute, if not vacuous, girl. Surely, if Jisung is a guy, there must be a different guy behind Minho’s shoulder. Not the slippery little twunk that was put on this Earth to torture Minho with his stupid face.
Or: Enemies Jisung and Minho get paired up for the Halloween costume contest. It ends with them fucking.
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09 Sep 2026