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Hyunjin sits on the edge of the bench in front of his locker, half-dressed, one boot unlaced, and the chill of the metal seeping through his shirt. He’s listening. He knows he shouldn’t, but the voices from the next room have that sharp, brittle edge that stops him mid-motion. It’s Chan and Minho. Again.
“He’s not ready, Min,” Chan says, his voice low but tight, like he’s holding back from shouting. “You saw the damn report. He still can’t stand for more than an hour without getting dizzy. His pulse spikes at random—”
“I know,” Minho cuts in, sharper, the sound of a locker door slamming punctuating the words. “You think I don’t know? But keeping him home’s not helping either. He’s crawling out of his damn skin.”
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or, felix comes back to work….but there’s some new guys there
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- Part 5 of firehouse 143
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oh, how sweet the sugar on your lips by onceweconnected for pvppy
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
22 Oct 2025
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“Have you ever eaten someone out?” He asks, point blank and Chan’s lips part for a second, blinking before he clears his throat. “Sure did,” He nods. Changbin tilts his head and Chan shifts before speaking again. “Actually its one of my favourite things to do.” He admits. Glad, they can be so open, Changbin exhales. “Okay, so..” He shifts in his seat and swallows. “Has anyone ever… offered to ride your face?” His voice gets a little higher at the end of the question, but Chan snorts with no judgment. “Nah, not yet.” He lifts his eyebrows. “Why, do you want… to ride my face?” Another point blank question.
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Changbin asks Chan if he can ride Chan's face. Chan lets him.
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Jisung knows he needs to change it. There is zero way he can submit episodes with a carbon copy of his lover as the literal protagonist. But, every time he tried to change the shape of the nose, or soften the lips, or dial back the thighs — his fingers betrayed him. Every line pulled itself back to the same place.
Minho’s place.
If Jisung had been a normal manhwa author, then maybe this would be okay. The drawing of Minho is as flattering and handsome.
The incriminating part comes from scrolling down to the next panel, which connects his soft but defined torso and heavy thighs into what is, obviously, his erect dick.
His erect, tentacle dick.
This is hardly the first alien dick Jisung's drawn, and he’d be surprised if it was his last. But it is admittedly the first he’s ever drawn that connects to his (almost) boyfriend.
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Jisung is a BL manhwa author with a moderate (cult) following. Maybe this wouldn't be such an obstruction to his blooming relationship with Minho, if he could just stop being a pervert for five minutes.
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“Jisung. My dick. Is out,” Minho snarls.
Jisung makes a strangled noise. “What—what are you—”
“Knitting a fucking sweater. What do you think?”
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Minho’s plan was simple: jerk off, send a nude, move on. What he didn’t plan for, however, was sending it to Jisung—or getting one in return. Now they're locked in a gradually worsening sex spiral, fueled by mutual avoidance and an alarming lack of impulse control, and Minho’s doing his best to act normal while everything inside him slowly catches fire.