one shots I don't want to let go
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"I- fuck, hyung." Anxin settles for tracing his lips over Sanghyeon's pulse point, right at the column of his neck. He finds it so easily—he's got Sanghyeon's body mapped out like the back of his hand. "Okay, wait- People can see us."
Anxin tilts up, laughing against the corner of Sanghyeon's mouth. "Let them. They just watched you bitch the captain of their beloved team. I don't think they'll care if you fucked me right here, in front of them."
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Perfect Mix of Saturday Night and the Rest of Your Life by msculper
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
19 Feb 2026
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"It's not like I did anything —"
"So help me god, Samira, if you say you were just doing your job one more time. You're a damn good doctor. And you got there by going after things that other people don't."
Well. Damn. Consider her properly put in her place.
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“Sorry, I– I wanted to return it but I kept getting pulled into different cases and I couldn’t find you and when I did you weren’t alone and I thought it would be awkward for you if I returned it front of someone else so I’ve been holding on to it and I’m really sorry it took me all day, I swear I didn’t–”
“Breathe,” he reminds her, cutting her off with a calm voice and gentle smile in the face her distress. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Poor thing, he thought, she really thought I’d be mad at her over a silly little ring?
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On a scale of 1 to 10, how illegal is it to let a woman you are not married to touch your wedding ring?
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According to bro code, Leo cannot fuck Geonwoo’s ex.
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The problem is not sexual frustration, no matter what Sunoo or Jay says. Jake is having a totally separate and unique problem.
That problem is currently in the bathroom brushing his teeth, door wide open. Shirtless.
He watches Riki bend forward to spit, swish water in his mouth. Jake’s body goes hot at his jaw working the mouthful, the trail of water escaping the corner of his lips. His mind flashes back to an image. Riki brushing his teeth at his house, still in his last year of middle school. Foam dribbling down his chin, spotting down his shirt. Laughing through the toothpaste, a squeaky innocent noise.
Jake spins back to his room at full speed, slamming the door behind him.
The last time Jake saw Riki, Riki hadn’t presented yet.