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Haru can't sleep. He lays in bed tossing and turning for what feels like hours, nearly in tears from how bone tired he is without any hopes of getting actual rest. So logically, he makes his way to Wumuti's room. Well, it's just as much Rui's room as it is Wumuti's. Haru usually does this, clambering into Wumuti's bed in the middle of the night like a child running from a nightmare. It's only a bit embarrassing now that he knows Wumuti doesn't mind. She pulls him close every time, strong arms wrapped around his shoulders and he's out like a light.
Something's different tonight. Wumuti's laid out on the mattress, the exposed bit of her chest from where her sleep shirt has ridden up rising and falling slowly, tiny noises of exhale coming from her nose, and the longer Haru stands there at the foot of her bed, watching her and observing how peaceful and calm she is, the more he wants to take that calm and wreck it.
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- Part 1 of jinx kinktober
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Wumuti's saying something, has been saying something for the past minute or so, but for some inexplicable reason she keeps scratching the area just above his pants, the exposed skin of his tummy with her thumbnail, and Haru isn't even mentally here. He's stuck on their positioning, Haru leaning against the wall with his hips pushed out and Wumuti by his side, one hand reaching over his waist as she practically leans her hips against his side. He's thinking about how dangerously close her thumb is to slipping under the waistband of his jorts, and he's thinking about how badly he wants her to do it. Jinhyung is right there, stealing curious glances at them here and there but Haru wouldn't even care. It'd be so easy, the jorts are loose enough on him that she wouldn't have to unbutton them to slip her hand inside and feel how hot he is just from some light scratching on his fucking pelvic bone.
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“Words, baby.”
“I want to do this,” Sumin nods once again, a determined look on his face.
“Yeah? You want my cock in your mouth?” Jinsik doesn’t expect the moan as he was only trying to reiterate to Sumin exactly what was going to happen. It makes Jinsik’s dick slowly start to fill out in his shorts again. “You wanna be on your knees for me?” Sumin nods rapidly before remembering to stutter out a verbal agreement. “And how hard do you want me to pull your hair?”
“Hard.”
“Sumin.”
“I don’t know, hard!” Sumin’s voice turns comically high pitched, cracking on the last word, and Jinsik tries his best not to laugh at his endearing frustration, instead endeavoring to test the waters by twisting his hand into his hair again. The reaction is immediate and loud, Sumin’s back arching off the bed as he pants lightly.
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Shame coursed through her veins. Aunt Muti was family, and Haru was pretty sure family didn't stare at each other's breasts like this. But it was all Haru could do, transfixed by the way Wumuti reached one hand up to caress them. They weren't like big and voluptuous like her mom's, but they were easily visible, plum sized and supple, with just enough flesh to spill a tiny bit between her fingers where she squeezed them. Subconsciously, Haru drew a hand to her own breast but retreated upon remembering how small hers were. Surely it couldn't feel that good, right?
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Shy 18 year old Kato Haru is visiting her aunt Muti for a week in the country. During her stay, sexual desires begin to stir within her, but they are at rising odds with the gender dysphoria that always seems to plague her. Haru loses her virginity to the boy next door, who shares a similar identity with her but with a dissimilar confidence, and it whets her appetite for further sexual advances. Discovering that Aunt Muti perfers the company of beautiful women, unleashes Haru’s yearning, eager for more sexual experiences and to get as close as possible to what she thinks true womanhood is.
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Kyujin's hands came up to unravel the ribbon herself, in an unnecessarily sensual movement, as if she were unwrapping a more suggestive present. It's then that it dawned on Lily just how silly and misguided this whole idea was. You didn't invite someone alone to your room dressed up like this for some normal mother-daughter bonding. Belatedly, Lily realized she was laying on her back now, Kyujin having pushed her down with a hand on her chest, just shy of her breasts. Lily's head spun. Kyujin's fingers brushed against Lily's exposed collarbone, and that single intentional touch sent sparks across her skin. Nobody had touched her quite like this. Haewon had looked at her something like this, eyes hooded and focused on her face. But the intent, the promise of something more behind Kyujin's gaze, it sent Lily's heart racing.
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Lily wants to give Kyujin the perfectly innocent gift of a kiss for her birthday. She gets a bit more than she was bargaining for.
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These past few weeks he had begun to realise that the rivalry they had built over their junior years was quickly slipping away as they grew further apart in their priorities. Rio, pursuing the quadruple axel without so much as a backward glance at Minkyu, who stood desperately convincing himself his decision to focus on consistency was not a sign of stagnation. That he would be absolutely fine without Rio as a rival, that he wasn't Minkyu's only source of motivation.
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my take on the seokata rivalry this season :,)
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07 Sep 2026
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The water stops running. Dripping. Rustling fabric and Gaeul’s voice, a low murmur Yujin strains to hear over the air conditioner, now the most present noise in the room. She can hear the rush of her own blood. Wonyoung’s tiny breaths, uneven and pitched. Gaeul says, Wonyoung-ah, your hands are cold, and Yujin wonders where she’s putting them.
Bookmarked by pinky_star
14 Aug 2026
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Please don't leave me
I'll always need more
Please leave open your most quiet door
I know she's your girl now
But she was my girl first
She was my girl firstI can see the end in the beginning of everything
And in it, you don't want me
But I still play pretend like I don't watch you leaving
I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you
I will always love you
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Martin's had a rough day. Make that a rough few weeks actually, when he decides to take a little time for himself... Might as well seeing as he's totally alone, right?
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Ryul’s eyes dip slightly, just for a second, or maybe Ohyul only imagines it. Maybe he’s just looking at their hands, at the way Ohyul’s wrists are still caught in his grip.
He only manages a frown in response. “What?”
“You’re so wound up you don’t even know what to do with it anymore.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing,” Ohyul snaps automatically, hoping to god Ryul is talking about the argument and not anything else.
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01 Aug 2026
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❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
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“Yo,” Ray laughs, incredulous, he’s starting to feel a little hot. “How do you find these? Are these your bookmarks?”
Madi snorts, taking his phone back. Scrolling again. “They find me.”
Ray isn’t unfamiliar with the fact that some people in their fanbases ship them. He isn’t unfamiliar with the fact that Madi knows all about it, either. He knows that Madi indulges, because Madi’s always online. Ray’s reacted to Madi watching an edit before, on stream. He remembers that he said he and Madi look like a couple.
or: Ray’s seen the edits, and he knows it’s all a joke. Until it’s not.