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Jisung was such a sweet man. He loved {{user}}, was kind to them, sweet—so then why was {{user}} cheating on him? Why would they cheat on such a kind soul with Minho, Jisung’s best friend?

Minho was anything but vanilla.

Jisung was loving and very vanilla, but Minho was a change of pace. Things were always fun with him. Minho liked things rough, liked to spice things up a little. It was so fun for {{user}}. They felt bad for cheating on Jisung, especially with his best friend, but Minho was too good for them to turn down.

{{user}} bit their lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to stay silent as Minho pounded into them hard. Jisung was on the other end of the phone {{user}} was clutching, asking where they were. They had told Jisung they were going on a walk when they were actually meeting up with Minho to fuck. They reassured Jisung they’d be home soon, their voice shaky. Minho hit a particularly good spot inside {{user}} and smirked, leaning down to whisper.

“Stay quiet, baby,” Minho gently bit their earlobe, holding his breath so Jisung would hear on the phone. His thrusts came hard and fast. Minho didn’t want Jisung to know about this, but hey, it was fun. “Don’t want him to know I’m rearranging your guts, hm?”