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Jisung’s fingers ghosted over his scales, every whisper of a touch sending a jolt up Minho’s spine. He wasn’t used to anyone touching his tail, not even his fellow mermaids. Jisung’s touch was so gentle, exploring the length of Minho’s tail until he reached the fin. He ran his hand over the thin skin and Minho wanted to disappear from this earth because he moaned.
His friend’s friend was petting his fucking tail and he moaned.
Jisung’s hand stopped immediately and Minho tentatively looked up, finding Jisung gaping at him in shock. Minho’s hand flew to cover his mouth, watching in horror as a smirk grew on Jisung’s face.
Jisung’s eyes fixated on where Minho’s hand was hiding his mouth, and Minho was sure he was trying to get a glimpse of his lips.
“I really want to kiss you, is that weird?”
(or Minho is a mermaid, Jisung is a werewolf. Jisung sees Minho out for a swim, catching a glimpse of his tail. One thing leads to another, and Jisung knots Minho on the beach.)
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“Oh my god,” Hongjoong whispered. The stripper looked like Seonghwa because he was Seonghwa.
Hongjoong just got a lap dance from Seonghwa.
“Seonghwa?” Hongjoong screeched. “I thought you were an impersonator!”
(or Woosan get Hongjoong a stripper for his birthday. Hongjoong thinks the stripper is a Seonghwa impersonator, because there's no way he could look this much like Seonghwa if he wasn't. Turns out it actually is Seonghwa and Hongjoong is just really oblivious, but Seonghwa likes him anyway.)
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“Shit, I promised you we’d cuddle, right?” Changbin murmured. He dropped the towel onto the table, quickly walking over to stand beside Chan stretched out on the bed. He stopped in front of Chan, his cock dangling right in front of the older man’s face. Chan could feel cheeks light up bright red but couldn’t manage to look away.
“Eyes up here, baby.”
Chan jolted, scrambling to pull the covers back to allow Changbin underneath with him. Changbin wasted no time in pressing right up against Chan, circling his arms around Chan’s waist and pulling him close. Chan’s arms flew up to wrap around Changbin’s neck, nuzzling close as he tried not to think about Changbin’s naked dick pressed against his thigh.
(or Chan just wants to be as close to Changbin as possible even if he's super embarrassed about it, which means cuddling and cockwarming him after a concert. Background poly skz, with Felix joining them halfway through.)
(This fic is probably disgustingly soft.)
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“Dude. Your client is here. Stop staring at Yoga Pants’ ass,” Jaehyun said, giving Johnny a disgusted scoff. Johnny and the other personal trainers at the gym had taken to calling the new instructor Yoga Pants, as every single one of them managed to pick up on Johnny’s not-so-subtle crush immediately. They had ongoing bets over how long it would take Johnny to get the balls to actually ask for the man’s name. Johnny talked to him every day but wouldn’t ask, afraid it was too long after they first met.
“I was not staring,” Johnny tried to deny before realizing that the instructor was still bent into the downward dog position, ass facing right where Johnny had been standing frozen.
(Personal trainer Johnny's gym recently hired Ten as their new yoga instructor. Johnny's got a giant crush and wants to ask Ten out, but there's one problem: he doesn't know Ten's name and none of his coworkers will tell him. After Ten accidentally hits him with a door, they're forced to talk and it leads to a date plus some time in the work showers).
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Wooyoung stormed out of his room, a tornado of blue fabric and pent-up sexual frustration. Yeosang glanced suspiciously at his disheveled appearance but stayed quiet as Wooyoung went right for San.
San, who was wearing a tiny crop top paired with low-rise black sweatpants. His entire midriff was on display, and Wooyoung could only thank whatever deity was listening that at least the sweatpants weren’t gray.
“Hi babe-” San started to say, fucking adorable smile on his cute face, but Wooyoung stopped him with a deep kiss.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Wooyoung purred. San blushed bright red, and so did Seonghwa across the room.
“Oh my god, get a room!” Yeosang hissed.
“Gladly,” Wooyoung smirked and twined his fingers through San’s, dragging him down the hallway.
(Wooyoung and San have never had sex before, and Wooyoung is convinced San is 100% only a top. His entire world is shaken when he finds San's box of sex toys that is definitely missing one of the plugs. Wooyoung is determined to find that plug and Yeosang regrets everything.)
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What it says on the title, just my Seonghwa-centric OT8 bullshit. Some are OT8, some are pre-poly. Heavily centered around Seonghwa in pretty clothes.
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