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After a frustrating few weeks at work, Minho was looking to blow off some steam, which is how he found himself two beers and three shots deep into a Thursday evening. When he spotted a gorgeous pistil dancing with his friends, he couldn't help but to be drawn to the beautiful mosaic of floral grandeur spread across broad shoulders and a tapered waistline.
Blowing off steam had never looked more tempting, but Minho wasn’t prepared for what came next. Is beauty only skin deep or is there more than meets the eye?
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Minho has always worshipped Jisung's tiny waist. Always praying at the alter that is his fit omega god. The only thing he idolizes more is the idea of Jisung's tiny tummy swollen with their pup.
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No matter how far away life takes them, their annual Christmas tradition always brings the found-family back together again. Happy Holidays 2025
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It’s very subtle at first, but the closer the pack gets, the stronger Minho can sense it. Cherry blossoms. Minho has always enjoyed the fragrance of cherry blossoms, the beauty in its evanescence. The fact that it’s here and then disappears within a moment. The scent calls to him, urging him to run towards it. Claim it. Inhale all he can before it’s gone.
His instincts are calling to him in a way he’s never experienced before. Minho tries to snap himself out of his instinctual haze by looking at Chan, who is currently standing at attention, muscles rigid and surveying the surrounding area.
“Chan, you okay?” Minho asks.
“That smell. I-I can’t think straight,” he replies, his eyes scanning the forest around them, seemingly searching for the source.
“You smell it, too?”
“It’s beautiful,” Chan whispers under his breath for only Minho to hear.
Or: When the magnetic pull of primal instincts collides with the unyielding grip of being loyal to his best friend, which will Minho choose? True love or loyalty?
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Minho’s attraction started innocently enough. Of course he noticed the cute, young (for a professor) man leading his lecture. He wasn’t a large man. Pretty average sized really. Slightly smaller than Minho but not by much. He had dark raven hair and glasses almost too large for his face. From the moment Professor Han turned to write his name on the board, reaching high on tippy toes, blazer hiking up to show a delicate, slim waist and gorgeous round ass; Minho was hooked.
Over the last few years, the attraction had built. It morphed into a full on desire to feel the professor's waist in his hands, legs trembling while wrapped around him, his dulcet voice screaming Minho’s name. Minho knew it was all a fantasy. Student-Professor relationships were forbidden, but it was nice to fantasize. It definitely made the class more enjoyable. It also keeps Minho’s lust library bountiful.
Or: Camboy college student Minho’s attraction to his Professor started innocently enough. Simple fantasies about ways to corrupt his teacher. When did it turn into an obsession? Will he be able to obtain the object of his desire?
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