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Something warm and tacky runs down his chin. Droplets of blood cling onto his jawbone before ultimately crashing down to the floor, the soft pat, pat, pat getting drowned out by the deafening noise of Wooyoung’s palm colliding with Yeosang’s cheek.
Through his tears, he can see crimson liquid running down Wooyoung’s hand, slow and gooey like honey, obscuring the black ink of Wooyoung’s tattoo.
It is mesmerizing.
“Again,” Yeosang whimpers, groggy, dizzy.
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Wooyoung accidentally makes Yeosang bleed during one of their scenes. Turns out they are both way more into it than they expected.
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02 Apr 2026
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Just like he promised, Hongjoong had his homework ready the next day. It was done perfectly and meticulously. Maybe a little too good for a student of Seonghwa’s caliber, but he’ll take it.
He ruffled Hongjoong’s hair and cooed, “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Hongjoong simply smiled and nodded back. And so he became the perfect pet.
(Or, Fuckboy Seonghwa gets violently humbled when he targets ‘nerd’ Hongjoong)
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02 Apr 2026
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Fuck, he wants him to rut against the pillow like a bitch in heat. That’s really weird, he’s not that desperate -
“ Oh - mmm, h-hyung ,” Seonghwa moans as he lowers himself onto the soft pillow, grinding against it. It’s so fucking good. His eyebrows furrow as he moves his hips, arching his back further to get a better angle. A few more thrusts forward will be enough for him; he already knows.
“So desperate,” Hongjoong exhales, spanking him again. “My cute puppy.”
It hurts so much, but it only fuels his arousal. Each hit helps him grind against the pillow, making it wetter with each thrust. His ass feels like it’s burning from each spank; he’s already sure he’ll wake up with bruises that’ll make sitting down feel like hell. But for now, he pushes back, craving more.
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“I bet this cost an arm and a leg.”
“Yeah, it did.” Kenma sighs wistfully, and a cocky smile plays at the edges of his lips like he’s proud of the fact that he's shelling out so that Kuroo looks paid for. It makes Kuroo want to give him whatever he wants whenever he wants it. The moon? Deal. The crown jewels? Absolutely. Kuroo’s still beating and bloody heart in the palm of his hand? Done.
“And you don’t mind? Spending this kind of money on me?”
“I just like getting you nice things,” Kenma replies, his voice is quiet, almost like he’s talking to himself, “Is that so bad?”
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- Part 4 of Fan Behavior
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31 Mar 2026
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This is all about Hongjoong, about how beautiful he looks when he lets go, about how much he deserves it. Seonghwa would happily sacrifice his own release just to give Hongjoong his. Just to see what kind of sounds he can pull from those pouty lips if they keep going like this.
“It’s okay.” Seonghwa whispers, palm splayed low on Hongjoong’s abdomen. His stomach is tense, firm, still holding back despite how much he’s already spilled. “Don’t worry. Just let go, Baby…Hyung’s got you.”
And then he presses down on Hongjoong’s bladder.
Or; Piss kink as a metaphor for trust and letting go.
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30 Mar 2026
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Jisung often dreamed in black and white. He saw keys, a stool, an empty crowd and a piano that outgrew him. And then came the colour, he supposed. Colour in purple bruises, stained bandages and red gloves that suddenly made it all better.
Or Jisung was a prodigy in a life he wanted nothing more than to forget and Minho was now the main event.
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10 Jan 2026
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He was well aware of the grunts and mutters of his friends but he didn't hear Sonata No. 2 flittering through his mind.
He heard nothing but his heartbeat in his ears when the man standing over his best friend- with a glove held victoriously in the air and staring straight at him, tugged his lips to the side.
For you, Minho's eyes said, and Jisung swallowed back every bit of bile in his throat.wow.