[Fic] Proposals
Title: Proposals
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17 overall
Genre: AU and Non-AU, smut, fluff
Summary: Two people destined in all kinds of situations. 28 short fics. Smutty ones should be marked!
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Prompt: qmi lunch date
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Who picked the location, who paid - these were all really difficult questions. They’d made a system, especially when they realized they were standing to stand off over it, and it was supposed to be a time to spend time together, not to fight. Whoever picked, didn’t pay, and whoever paid got to pick the next time. There were some weeks when all Kyuhyun wanted was soup, so they would’ve had pho three lunches in a row, while Zhou Mi wanted something he could dig into. So they managed to balance each other out that way.
And Kyuhyun was cute eating (he said Zhou Mi was, too, though it wasn’t like he watched himself), looking up at Zhou Mi from under his eyelashes as he sipped his soup, or pushing choice bits of food onto Zhou Mi’s plate. Their legs tangled under the table, both of Kyuhyun’s calves capturing one of his. And Kyuhyun’s laugh, the struggle to keep his mouth closed before ultimately failing and his fist going up to cover his mouth as he tried to laugh around his food.
If Zhou Mi was going to admit it, he liked being able to do that even if Kyuhyun was prone to nearly bruising his leg under the table by squeezing it.
But it was 30 minutes, sometimes 45 if they were lucky, out of their day to see each other. They walked back toward their buildings, Zhou Mi’s arm over Kyuhyun’s shoulder, with full bellies and matching smiles.
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Prompt: qmi! ^^ china dynasty au maybe? Like kui xian is the emperor and Mi is his right hand/general (?)
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“You received news?”
Zhou Mi’s head dropped as his emperor, Kuixian with only three years on the throne, entered the room.
“Yes, your majesty.”
He looked tired, Zhou Mi thought. There was so much turmoil among his advisors, weeding out those who would use the youth of their emperor, and his supposed inexperience for their own benefit. Some of them underestimated this new leader, but not all. Not all.
Zhou Mi rose, handing Kuixian the map he had been holding.
“You can see where crops have been burned. I have marked where soldiers could patrol, to keep people safe. A few we could dress as villagers.”
With many others, Zhou Mi would have been dismissed, leaving time for Kuixian to think over Zhou Mi’s plan. Instead, Zhou Mi’s eyes were met.
“I trust your thoughts on this. The question is, how many, and is there someone you trust to oversee them?”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Yes.”
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No one touched the emperor except by command. It was said that Kuixian had sent away maids for daring to touch his skin. Zhou Mi new better, knew that in trying to set himself apart, Kuixian needed distance, needed that illusion. The years they had known each other spanned the fingers of his hands, far before Kuixian had power.
It was not much, the way that Kuixian gripped Zhou Mi’s arm, leaned into his shoulder. The smallest human touch, the smallest comfort. Had Zhou Mi had his way, he would have turned and squeezed Kyuhyun until he squeezed, until the tension was gone out of him. But he could not.
But he waited for that day, when he might, ready to give his life for his leader.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun in love
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Kyuhyun’s friends looked at him with amusement, as he recounted his weekend with Zhou Mi. They’d gone to dinner, and Zhou Mi had watched him game, and they’d slept in his room together. Then, Zhou Mi had pulled him out shopping, on promise of food and he’d had way more fun than he could’ve imagined with Zhou Mi putting clothes up against him and laughing as Kyuhyun’s nose turned up at the smell of some pot of cream.
During the movie that they’d seen that afternoon, Zhou Mi had been pressed up against his shoulder, and though Kyuhyun hadn’t said it to his friends, that touch had distracted him. Zhou Mi was touchy. Fingers teasing his side, grasping his wrist, brushing his neck, encompassing hugs as Zhou Mi laughed against him.
It wasn’t their smirks that forged his realization, so much as it was after, resting on his bed and flipping through emails, passing one Zhou Mi had sent weeks before, a simple shot of him smiling in front of some store. Kyuhyun had taken that picture himself. There was a twin to it, one with both of them.
But there was something akin to pain he felt staring at Zhou Mi’s smile, one that had him reaching for his phone and nearly dialing before he stopped himself. It wasn’t just to see if Zhou Mi was okay, and it wasn’t just a stab of loneliness. He rested his head back and pictured Zhou Mi beside him, face covered in some green goo, or in his kitchen shoving things away into Kyuhyun’s cupboards while his butt waggled to music. What he was feeling wasn’t new, and it didn’t feel fuzzy warm, but it had a definite edge of panic following along the realization that he was in big trouble.
“You jerk,” he whispered, as though that would stop the images and associated feelings.
You’re a jerk, he texted Zhou Mi.
He got back a string of question marks and smileys asking what Zhou MI had done that time.
Miss you. When you coming over?
Given that it was almost midnight-
Zhou Mi texted back, Now?
Kyuhyun nearly smothered himself in his pillows when he texted his agreement. It was giddy happiness mixed with apprehension. No wonder his friends had been looking at him like he was oozing gummy bears. He was going to get hugs and Zhou Mi kicking him in his sleep. It had to be love.
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Prompt: qmi. the fluffiest fluff you can come up with :D
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In retrospect he shouldn’t have given Kyuhyun control of the whipped cream canister. Though, given that Kyuhyun was draped artfully in his lap, giggling on some sugar high, he also wasn’t sure how he couldn’t avoided it. Kyuhyun had made grabby hands, pulling out the pout he found the most delightful, nuzzling up for a series of giggling kisses that made him question for a moment if they were drunk, even though he knew they weren’t.
“Open,” Kyuhyun demanded, lowing his own jaw in response as though to let Zhou Mi know exactly what he wanted.
And in return for his compliance, he got a spurt of whipped cream halfway on his teeth and tongue. It was drippy, Kyuhyun with the angle wrong, and that brought another round of giggles as Kyuhyun cleaned him up, licking the cream off of his fingers.
And Zhou Mi watched as Kyuhyun tilted his head back, the soft hiss of the cream being ejected into Kyuhyun’s mouth. The way his eyes closed in enjoyment.
He stole back the can to keep himself from following that logical thought or watching Kyuhyun swallow.
He ended up with whipped cream spots all over his face.
But he was in luck, because Kyuhyun was there to help him.
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Prompt: qmi. the smuttiest smut you can come up with ;D Smut!
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He knew it was going to go south, from the moment he closed his lips around the spout of the whipped cream can. The way Kyuhyun bit his lower lip, the way he swallowed. He leaned in like a hungry man, not one searching for anything sweet, but needing something quite a bit more…substantial.
The can clunked onto the floor as Zhou Mi gripped Kyuhyun’s face, the sweetest moans as Kyuhyun met his tongue, something feral in the way that Kyuhyun rose up and straddled him. Kyuhyun’s hands cradled his head and it left his free to wander, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips, cupping his butt. He half wanted the whipped cream back so he could open Kyuhyun’s shirt and lick it off of him, but that would’ve meant letting go, pausing their kiss. The sounds Kyuhyun made were mesmerizing, half moan, half plea, half exhale. Those sounds did not soothe, as Zhou Mi urged him closer.
He made a sound that approximately sounded like “bed” and Kyuhyun’s response was an emphatic “no” and Zhou Mi did not argue. He let his head fall back so he could watch Kyuhyun move, a spot of cream down one side of his cheek. He thought of other times he’d seen Kyuhyun’s face like that, just like that with his lips red and wet and his eyes dark and his hair mussed. And Zhou Mi muffled himself against Kyuhyun’s shoulder and came.
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Prompt: ;~~; daily qmi request~ Kyuhyun gets a puppy because he knows Mi misses ni qiu
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The puppy was a fluffball, and that was the only way Kyuhyun could describe him. He had no name, except for the times Kyuhyun called him Fluffy and then hurt his own heart as the puppy whimpered. Then Kyuhyun inevitably picked the dog up and cuddled him and felt grateful that he wasn’t allergic to dogs like he was to cats.
But Kyuhyun had seen Zhou Mi around dogs before, waving to them, talking to them like tiny babies, cuddling them and going into some higher state of bliss as he was being licked and walked on.
Kyuhyun could lick and walk on him too, and people had called him a poodle because of his hair, but he figured something a little smaller would work, too.
And Kyuhyun was not wrong, the way that Zhou Mi’s mouth dropped open, eyes going wide, and then meltingly soft, and his lips puckered up as Kyuhyun held the puppy out.
“Who is this!” Zhou Mi asked, his voice a cross between saccharine and gummy bears. “Oh, look at you! So fluffy! Hi!”
The puppy was attempting to lathe off Zhou Mi’s chin, tiny tail waggling with delight as Zhou Mi cooed.
“Is he yours?” Zhou Mi asked after a minute, catching onto the biggest point, with the puppy cuddled up on his shoulder like a baby.
“He is. You always get sappy around dogs, so-“
The dog carefully protected, Kyuhyun was squished against Zhou Mi, too. As he grinned over Zhou Mi’s shoulder, he didn’t even mind that he’d been greeted second.
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Prompt: qmi~ someone proposing
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Zhou Mi’s hands were shaking. Or at least the one he did not have in his pocket was, the one on the railing instead, and not the one carefully tracing the rim of the gold ring that was warm against him.
“I think we should come back next year,” Kyuhyun was saying. “Or in six months. I like it here.”
He was leaning over the rail, braced on his forearms. The light of the setting sun had his hair gleaming brown, casting him in shades of orange and making his eyes bright. Zhou Mi could see every bit of perfection, every flaw.
“We could come back every year. All the time,” Zhou Mi said, his throat almost clutching on the words.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun enthused. “You’ll have to start rolling me home, though, because…”
Kyuhyun’s words trailed off as Zhou Mi sank down beside him. He wobbled on one knee for only a moment, before holding up the ring.
“I want to come back here, with you. Only with you, Kyuhyun.”
He saw Kyuhyun swallow, watched his hand lift, fingertips touching Zhou Mi’s hand.
“Oh. Oh. Okay. Stand up.” And as he did, Kyuhyun kept hold of his hand. “Will it fit?”
“It will,” Zhou Mi promised. He’d had it sized to another of Kyuhyun’s rings. He’d wanted to take no chances. It slid against Kyuhyun’s skin as though it had been meant for him. But he didn’t get to admire it long, Kyuhyun’s arms sliding around his waist, his face against Zhou Mi’s neck.
“When do we get one for you?”
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Prompt: Qmi wedding au! ^___^
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Zhou Mi was totally calm. It was a vast turnaround from the proposal when he’d nearly fallen over, literally. He was so calm he was nearly boneless, staring at the wall and listening to people murmur and things getting done. Someone had prettied him up a little for the inevitable pictures. His suit was pressed. His tie was tied, some complicated special knot couldn’t begin to comprehend. The flower in his lapel was yellow, a match to the one in Kyuhyun’s.
Not that he’d seen Kyuhyun. No, he was being sequestered somewhere else in the building with his own entourage. Perhaps with his own mother, not that Zhou Mi was looking at his, because every time her eyes went a bit damp he got a bit achey inside. It wasn’t like he was going away forever. He wasn’t any less her son. He just gained an extra set of limbs was all. And a pretty face.
Neither of them were opting for the whole traditional route. There was game music being played on a cello as they walked in from opposite sides of the room they were getting married in, after all their guests had been seated. He wanted to put both his hands on Kyuhyun’s lapels and smooth them, even if they were totally smooth already.
Kyuhyun’s little grin had his heard dancing, and they clasped hands. Not cold feet, no. Excitement. Performance anxiety. All for the vows, and the rings. He’d felt naked without his on all morning, but feeling it slide home on his finger just emphasized their promises. And the kiss, and the way that Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around Zhou Mi’s neck and rocked him side to side.
They danced with their mothers, and he perhaps shed a tear, but mostly because he caught sight of Kyuhyun dancing with his own mother, head on her shoulder. They were swaying more than anything, but Kyuhyun was smiling.
He licked cake off of Kyuhyun’s fingers, and motioned to where their mothers had linked arms, chatting away and beaming at them. Another facet of their future together.
“We’re in deep trouble,” Kyuhyun joked.
And then he demolished a slice of cake over Zhou Mi’s face.
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Prompt: Qmi.. kyu is a doctor and Mi is the sunshiney nurse :))
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Occasionally he thought his life was a world of never-ending charts, making notes, revolving doors, frightened eyes. It was those, calming them, helping them, that made all the stepping stones worth it. But the first step to him even being able to be close to a great doctor, was if he had a great nurse. He’d had varied ones over the years, ones that gave him great advice, gave him great insight into patients. And there were the ones who thought he was young upstart they had to whip into place.
Zhou Mi was the second man he’d been assigned, but the first one without gray hair. He wore cheerful pink scrubs, the top with clouds all over, and smiled like a toothpaste commercial. He listened respectfully when Kyuhyun detailed his likes and dislikes as a doctor, had his input, and they were off. The handwriting in the chart was concise and clear, and Zhou Mi caught sight of him smiling down at a young girl and her mother as he let them into a room to wait. The girl was oh-so tentatively smiling back.
“Did Zhou Mi take good care of you?” Kyuhyun asked, when he rolled his rolling stool up to her fifteen minutes later.
“He promised he’d give me a high five when I left,” she said.
“I bet he will, then,” Kyuhyun said, and listened to her heart.
And Kyuhyun heard many comments like that over the next few weeks, parents marveling over how kind his nurse was, adult patients telling Kyuhyun how they’d been put at ease. Zhou Mi brought them water, held their hand when he needed to, calmly talking to them as Kyuhyun performed an unpleasant but necessary procedure. He was an empathetic sponge, and Kyuhyun found himself going home much less drained in the course of a long day.
“Let me treat you to dinner one day,” Kyuhyun said, looking up as Zhou Mi, in bright green with tropical flowers, brought messages for him.
“I’d like that,” Zhou Mi said, smiling.
And he grinned down at the chart he was adding a note to, as he listened to Zhou Mi make a call to a patient. It was good news, and Kyuhyun could hear it all over Zhou Mi’s voice.
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Prompt: Honeymoon
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They did do something special, of course they did. They weren’t just going to go home and cook dinner, and chill out in front of the TV. The hotel room had a private jacuzzi, a big balcony, excellent room service, and most importantly: a bed as big as a lake. It had the added bonus of being in taxi distance from their apartment. All they’d had to do was take their little bags to the wedding location, and then zip off to their room of delight. They’d have three days there, which maybe seemed a waste, but they didn’t get married every day. They were surrounded by streets they had never walked down, shops they had never shopped at, restaurants they had never tried.
Zhou Mi inhaled against Kyuhyun’s hair as they plastered themselves on the bed.
“Why do people go places.”
“They like plane stress,” Kyuhyun said in a near monotone.
Zhou Mi chucked against him. “Are you tired?”
“I spent a lot of time in the middle of the night trying to think through worst-case scenarios like the venue got flooded, or I lost a ring, or a dog ate our suits.”
“Or someone dropped the cake, or I broke an ankle, or…”
Kyuhyun cackled. “I’d have married you if you were in a wheelchair.”
“I’d have married you in a ragged suit,” Zhou Mi retorted. But speaking of suits, it was time to get out of them. “Jacuzzi?”
Kyuhyun leaned into the kiss to his cheek, and hummed. And they drifted there together, with no need to hurry at all.
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Prompt: qmi - sex in the bathtub with top!mi :D Smut!
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It took a bit of careful maneuvering to get them both into the tub, a little lowering of the water level so they didn’t create their own waterfall, a little giggling together at the splashes as they got settled. His thighs were firmly wedged between Kyuhyun’s hips and tub sides, Kyuhyun’s lower back pressing into him. They’d showered quickly already so there was little do to but relax, his fingers making circles over Kyuhyun’s chest as Kyuhyun rubbed his legs and encouraged kisses against his neck.
“It’s been eighteen hours,” Kyuhyun said, running his fingers between Zhou Mi’s.
“Has it?” As though he didn’t know. As though he could see or feel that the languid touches were affecting them both. The bath was to relax, but it was more. Invigorating.
Kyuhyun twisted, kissing him. “Come and get it.”
“Wh-“
It was obvious, though, as Kyuhyun pushed himself up leaning over the end of their long, rectangular tub. Zhou Mi nearly barked out a laugh, but the view he was presented, Kyuhyun all wet and…bare…was no laughing matter. The lip of a bottle waggled at him over Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and though he loathed to give up the warmth, he pushed himself up, bracing against the tub and pressing a kiss to Kyuhyun’s lower back. Every few inches he kissed, listening to Kyuhyun’s harsh breaths. He did not rush, feeling Kyuhyun harden against his fingers, sucking the pretty skin along Kyuhyun’s shoulders. And slick, he as inside Kyuhyun with little effort as relaxed as they were, bracing with Kyuhyun on the tub and cabinet.
The water sloshed underneath them, and Zhou Mi huffed out a laugh as Kyuhyun squeaked. The mood would definitely be lost if Kyuhyun had smashed himself against the tub rim.
But it didn’t mean they could go slow, the hard surface of the tub harsh against their knees, the strain of steadying themselves. He watched the play of muscles in Kyuhyun’s back and arms, felt more against his arm, Kyuhyun’s stomach. And he steadied Kyuhyun as Kyuhyun stroked himself,
Kyuhyun’s body pressed against his, the sound of his moans, the harsh exhales and watching his arm move.
“Now, now, now,” Zhou Mi murmured into Kyuhyun’s’ back.
But Zhou Mi came first, pressed deep, listening to Kyuhyun’s moans get shorter. And he heard, felt, as Kyuhyun came - for them both.
His knees were angry and pebbled and his hands strained, but when Kyuhyun turned his head, Zhou Mi kissed his cheek. Flushed, and wet, and ready for another shower.
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Prompt: some qmi smut from the until you!verse, please. <3 Smut!
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It wasn’t as though he was covering Kyuhyun in lace and sparkles, so there was no reason for Kyuhyun to be fidgeting as much as he was.
“Stop,” Zhou Mi warned around the pins between his teeth, though he knew it wasn’t much of an incentive. He knew Kyuhyun didn’t have much patience for being used as a human dressform.
But the pants were looking nice, if he said so himself, perfectly draped over Kyuhyun’s butt, just enough give to make them comfortable in the thigh. Kyuhyun had been consistently buying his pants too large to accommodate both body parts, so Zhou Mi was pleased to see such a remarkable change in style.
“Nice legs,” he said, squeezing Kyuhyun’s thigh. That time without pins in his mouth, since he was satisfied he’d made enough marks with the chalk and didn’t have to pin anything. They had a couple of problems, he and Kyuhyun. The first was that Zhou Mi had a tendency to let his hands wander when he had Kyuhyun try on clothes, and Kyuhyun had a tendency to react to it. It put a few contours into the front of Kyuhyun’s trousers that Zhou Mi - in every situation - anticipated.
But Kyuhyun deserved a reward for standing mostly still and putting up with his little gropes and compliments. Such a trial, he though, as Kyuhyun grinned down at him. But that grin faded into something a bit more knowing as Zhou Mi drew down the zipper with a fingertip, popping the button. He let his nose run along the loosened cloth, hearing Kyuhyun’s inhale and feeling an insistent press back against him. And braced against the desk, Kyuhyun hummed as Zhou Mi breathed against him, drawing him out slowly with teasing fingers, until he could press his lips against warm skin and not just cloth.
His stolen glance up told him Kyuhyun was chewing on his lips, a pretty sight. But so was Kyuhyun hard against his fingers. Against his tongue. Kyuhyun’s hand was behind his head almost immediately, the moment Zhou Mi took him into his mouth.
He liked giving Kyuhyun good memories of the sewing room, good memories of the fittings. Liked thinking that when Kyuhyun dressed himself to work, he’d look at the pants and think that ah, Zhou Mi liked those on him, touched him in them.
As long as they kept them clean, that was Zhou Mi’s only request.
So he hummed and dragged his lips so that Kyuhyun would moan for him, teased with the tip of his tongue and the flat of it until Kyuhyun was gasping. And he gave up control, letting Kyuhyun press into his mouth as fast as he wanted, his hands in Zhou Mi’s hair, moaning Zhou Mi’s name. And Zhou Mi took him eagerly.
With Kyuhyun still between his lips, he let the pants slide down, before tucking Kyuhyun all clean back into his underwear. He’d give Kyuhyun a few moments to get his legs back under him before asking him to step out of the pants so that Zhou MI could finish.
The pants, not himself. But he was anticipating that as well.
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Prompt: kyuhyun/zhou mi - telling their parents they're dating? would this be okay for a prompt? :3
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They decided - or rather they hoped - that telling both their families together would be a good thing. They hashed out their concerns, such as if one set of parents or one parent at all reacted badly, would the other set forgive them? With luck they’d all be a calming influence on each other, since they’d all met and gotten along before. The backup plan was to hope the change in language threw them off.
“They love you so this really can’t…” Kyuhyun muttered into his shoulder. And they know I’m not going to pop out any babies for them.”
When Zhou Mi opened his mouth, Kyuhyun’s stern look had him closing it again.
“You know what I mean.”
He did. So he let the joke go in favor of tangling his fingers with Kyuhyun’s. For then, at least.
They’d opted to bring food into Kyuhyun’s apartment rather than cause a public spectacle. If anyone was going to explode, it was going to be in private. Even though they really, really hoped that wouldn’t happen. Zhou Mi was mostly sure of his own parents, since they had met a boyfriend of his before, but Kyuhyun’s parents were apparently still in denial.
Zhou Mi hung back as Kyuhyun’s parents got there, opting to straighten the teacups for the thirtieth time - tea was for after because no way was anyone getting a hot beverage first. But he greeted them, perching on the edge of a chair and asking how they’d been, which wasted just enough time until Zhou Mi’s own parents arrived.
He felt like his spine was lifting out through the top of his head as everyone greeted each other, grateful as Kyuhyun sat down beside him, the press of his shoulder a comfort.
They traded a look out of the corner of their eyes and nodded.
“So…” Kyuhyun began.
“This is a beautiful tray you’ve put together, Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun’s mother said. “I know Kyuhyun didn’t arrange this.”
Kyuhyun frowned. “Mom!”
“Shh, you have other talents. When are you two going to start dating? You’re good for him. Or are you already?”
Her laser eyes had caught the second Kyuhyun’s hand nearly broke his clutching it.
“Yes?” Zhou Mi said, voice weak.
“I knew it!” his mom said, turning to Kyuhyun’s mom. “I told you, didn’t I?”
“Kyuhyun wouldn’t let a good boy like Zhou Mi get away!” Kyuhyun’s mom declared.
“What just happened?” Zhou Mi murmured.
As their mothers exulted, they shared a hysterical smile over the tea pot.
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Prompt: qmi smutlet *_* Kyuhyun loves to hear Zhou Mi's voice~ Smut!
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Kyuhyun loved the switch from Mandarin to Korean, sometimes within the same sentence, with a random English word tossed in for good measure. It didn’t matter if Zhou Mi was talking to him, or on the phone, or talking to their friends. He loved it, those moments when Zhou Mi would pause with his mouth parted and mind racing, trying to select the word he wanted, the quick and urgent laugh as he continued. Words that bubbled, round, sometimes so light and free, sometimes serious, pronounced slow and cautious.
Zhou Mi’s lips against his neck, murmuring to him, as Zhou Mi’s hands undid his shirt buttons. It connected them, even when perhaps the thing he knew best about Zhou Mi had been his voice. No longer.
The way Zhou Mi spoke to him, urged him. They were not always words he could understand, sometimes desperate, sometimes needy. Maybe he didn’t understand, verbally, but he knew the sound of Zhou Mi’s voice, and the meaning was just as clear. The rollicking laugh as they fumbled together, words sweet against his jaw, against his collarbone. And when Zhou Mi had no more words, the moans. Crisp, sharp and rising, low and guttural and wrecked. The combination of those moans, and Zhou Mi’s pleading eyes, and the formation of Kyuhyun’s name. In any language, it made him shudder.
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Prompt: Hairdresser Mi and an unwilling Kyu who desperately needs a haircut before birds start nesting in his hair XD
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“It’s not that bad,” Kyuhyun protested. “Maybe if you showered more than once a month, you’d know what hair was supposed to look like.”
It was the pot calling the kettle black. Maybe he’d gone a few too many weeks, maybe a month or maybe two, longer than he should’ve without a haircut. But that didn’t mean that Henry of all people got to lecture him in front of the very amused, actually very cute hair stylist. Henry put his hands up at his head making motions like he had horns exploding off his head, or there were fireworks coming away from his hair follicles.
“Did you have anything in mind?” Zhou Mi asked, tucking the Protecting Clothes Against Stray hair cape around his shoulders.
“Shorter. Different. I’ll trust your judgement,” Kyuhyun said faintly, and Henry nodded, satisfied.
And then the squirt abandoned him, saying he was going off for bubble tea and he’d be back, but Kyuhyun knew he was off to flirt with the girl behind the counter and Kyuhyun’d be lucky if he even remembered to bring Kyuhyun a drink.
“Friends make life hard,” Kyuhyun said at the ceiling, as Zhou Mi guided him into a little chair and his head back into the sink.
“Most of them look out for us. There’s a cute hairstyle just waiting to come out in here,” Zhou Mi chuckled.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing massage of Zhou Mi’s fingers as he shampooed and conditioned his hair. Maybe Zhou Mi had to shampoo him twice because he’d had so much product in it. And okay, so Henry kind of had a point because when it was wet, his hair dangled down into his face and over his collar. Kyuhyun had taking to ferociously gelling it into submission and he only saw it poofed after he slept. No one else complained. Maybe no one else had been brave enough to.
“Your hair is in really good condition and very strong,” Zhou Mi told him. “It just got too long. This’ll make it easier to care for.”
“That’ll be nice.”
Zhou Mi had nice hands. He almost said that out loud which would’ve been awkward. He’d have had to leave with one side of his head more shaggy than the other. Zhou Mi made it easy to relax, even with his body straight. He made fun of Henry, and told Zhou Mi about his job controlling an excitable desk, and rambling about subway construction and restaurants. Zhou Mi was telling him about a favorite of his own as the hair dryer hummed, and the buzz of the clippers tickled against his neck.
“Perfect,” Zhou Mi said, scrubbing his fingers against Kyuhyun’s scalp and scattering some of the hairs. It was only then that he turned Kyuhyun around, letting him blink at himself in the mirror.
There was a trendy fringe across his forehead, the back of his hair cut short. Longer hair fell in front of his ear - he could see his ears! - and he looked…nice.
“You can gel this up if you want to,” Zhou Mi said, lifting the hair off his forehead for a moment. “It’s versatile, however you want to wear it. It looks great either way.”
“Thanks,” he said, and meant it. Zhou Mi’s hands also looked good in his hair. Who knew.
He’d just finished paying when he saw Henry’s wonky face peering through the window, and the two bubble teas in his hand.
And he looked back to see Zhou Mi biting his lips, a smile on blooming as he handed Kyuhyun a card.
“For you,” Zhou Mi said.
“Thank you,” Kyuhyun said automatically, and returned Zhou Mi’s hope that he had a nice day.
“Stylin’!” Henry almost howled in the middle of the sidewalk, just before Kyuhyun snatched the untouched bubble tea from his hands.
And Kyuhyun snuck a look at the card. One side was for the shop, the other with Zhou Mi’s name and a handwritten number.
“Call me! ^^” it read. And he thought he would. After all, he had to show off his new hairstyle somehow.
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Prompt: Zhoumi and Kyuhyun growing old together. Sappy Mimi and old horny kyu.
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Grumbling when Kyuhyun got up because of a stiff back, he’d been doing that since he’d been twenty and years before that too, considering how he’d been sitting with his computer. A couple of decades and something hadn’t changed that. But Zhou Mi eyed Kyuhyun as he got up, wondering if he should ask for a cup of tea while he was up or just give in and get up himself. He got up without as much production, testing out his knees and getting an eye roll from Kyuhyun who was holding up take out menus.
“When are we going to learn to cook like adults?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Are we adults yet?” Kyuhyun asked.
“So you say, every time you grumble at teenagers.”
It got him a smack on the head, but he made his choices on the food they decided on, and all that was left was to settle in and wait after a long work week.
“Hey,” Kyuhyun said, and all his relaxation thoughts flew out the window as Kyuhyun straddled his legs. “We have twenty minutes.”
At one point that was a challenge.
No, actually it still was, and Kyuhyun kissed him. They laughed against each other and he petted the few persistent silver hairs that grew, to Kyuhyun’s irritation, only on one side of his head.
“We can pretend we’re still teenagers,” Kyuhyun murmured against his neck.
If anyone could make him feel that way, it was Kyuhyun.
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Prompt: Hey remember when you wrote that ficlet/smutlet about criminal Kyu and cop(detective)Mi? Could I possibly get something sweet/smutty from that universe, like something from before they "died"? ;;; It was one of my favorites <3 Smut!
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There was danger in it. That one moment without caution, that was one thing. It hadn’t been so easy after. Zhou Mi realized he was getting too deep, when he started getting angry about the things he was missing. He couldn’t take Kyuhyun to his apartment, spread him over his bed and listen to him sing in the shower. Doing that would have been as blatantly dangerous to them both as stripping naked with him in the middle of the street. Kyuhyun’s connection to him was tenuous - they thought he was playing him - and that was how it had to be. They bought cheap phones that they threw away every week, using them to text or talk in secure locations. Never in their own places, because neither of them trusted them not to be bugged.
He listened to Kyuhyun gasp for him over the phone, after a long conversation of strategy.
“I wish I was there to do that for you,” Zhou Mi murmured.
“Check your mailbox,” Kyuhyun advised, and hung up.
It was a keycard in an envelope, an address on plain paper and a time. A room number.
419.
Zhou Mi waited in that room for three hours before he heard the lock engage. He had his gun in his hand, ready, in case of anything. If Kyuhyun had been compromised, it could be any number of people who’d like to see him dead coming into the room.
But it was not. It was Kyuhyun, throwing his bag into a chair and pulling Zhou Mi into a kiss. Safety on, he put down the gun, opting to cup Kyuhyun’s head and kiss him again, lips that had made him dream.
Kyuhyun pulled back, taking deep breaths. “You’re not just using me?”
Zhou Mi shook his head, his thumb tracing Kyuhyun’s cheek bone. “No.”
Kyuhyun stretched out over him on the bed, skin to skin, mouth to mouth. His hands on Kyuhyun’s hips, body flushed and feeling too full of want. It was so much more intimate than furtive conversations, hushed voices over the phone, sounds of pleasure from miles away. He watched Kyuhyun as he came, and after, curled against Zhou Mi’s side. The phone calls weren’t enough, he thought as he stroked from Kyuhyun’s wrist to elbow where it rested against his chest.
“I shouldn’t stay much longer,” Kyuhyun said.
“I know.”
But Kyuhyun caught his hand, squeezing his fingers to the point of pain.
“How much longer do we have to wait?”
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Prompt: Mi is a high ranking vampire who never attracted to anyone but one night while he was taking a stroll he saw kyu (a college student) and falls for kyu.. p/s : feeding is a plus point! ^^
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Humans were a necessary part of him. He was, after all, mostly human. But the most important part of Zhou Mi was the fact that he survived only on blood. He was a vampire in its most basic form, needing humans, among humans, but not quite like them. Many humans desired the experience of a vampire feeding from them, so he was never without an option, getting first pick among the humans that assembled. One night there might be an executive woman, bold and enticing. The next, a man just past his prime but yet still desirable. He saw all those things, but did not want them beyond the blood they brought him. Some would have liked for him to invite them beyond his bedroom door, done anything he desired. It was not the truth that he had no need, only that he had not found a human that sparked it for many years. So he fed and he sent them away disappointed.
It was nighttime - in his world always nighttime - when he saw the man. Thick glasses, hair over his collar, a book and laptop spread over the table in front of him. Zhou Mi watched him from the other side of the street, a frown on his face, wondering what caught him so. Even from that distance, he seemed mostly unremarkable.
But he crossed the street and lingered, watching fingers against the keyboard, the lines of his thighs and the way he stretched his neck. That neck. It took only a quick text, and the others were alerted that he had found a human he wanted. It was not his duty to approach humans, only to look after the others. But he stayed in the shadows as the man was approached, information given that a vampire wished to bite him. In a move Zhou Mi didn’t expected, the man looked around as though looking for him. He stayed still, and watched.
And Zhou Mi had a name for his fascination. Kyuhyun.
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Unbitten, unapproached. They asked what had caught his interest, and he did not know. His appearance, his aura. He was disappointed when Kyuhyun did not appear the first night, and Zhou Mi found him studying again at the same cafe. Perhaps for a test. He told himself that. Kyuhyun would come to him after. He watched Kyuhyun laugh as he answered his phone, and wanted to touch his face.
He wondered what Kyuhyun smelled like in the hollow of his throat, whether he would be tense, or giving.
And Zhou Mi’s knees went weak to see Kyuhyun in his feeding room, sitting upright and wary. And Kyuhyun’s eyes were direct, meeting his when he entered.
“You’re the one who wanted to feed from me?”
“Yes.”
Kyuhyun frowned. “Why?”
Because he wanted to see if the blood in Kyuhyun’s veins called out for him as much as the sight of him did.
“I was taken by seeing you,” Zhou Mi said, putting aside the jacket he had donned in case he had had to go in search of Kyuhyun again. “I will not hurt you. I am merely hungry.”
Hungry for touch, for smell, for blood, for knowledge. He did not sense fear, only curiosity mingled with apprehension. It calmed some of the need crushing him inside.
But his words were gone, urging Kyuhyun up. He’d been coached, Zhou Mi could see that, licking his lips and tilting his head so Zhou Mi could have access.
If it would be what he imagined, what he wanted. With one hand on his neck, he pulled Kyuhyun up, forced him to lock his knees, to lean into him. But it was only when Kyuhyun gave, just a fraction, relaxing as Zhou Mi breathed against his neck, that he took.
Kyuhyun keened when Zhou Mi’s teeth sank into him, fading into ragged breaths as Zhou Mi fed. His whole body flushed and throbbed, blood singing in his veins. And it calmed him, the sated feeling he got after feeding, as he took his fill and felt Kyuhyun’s warmth. It was not just a human he gathered into his arms, but something more than that.
There was a tiny bloody lip print on Kyuhyun’s skin, and he left it, inhaling against Kyuhyun’s neck, breathing in the scent of his hair, his shoulder.
“Why did you come to me?”
Kyuhyun gripped his shirt, his voice rough and even. “I could feel you watching me.”
Kyuhyun did not protest as Zhou Mi stroked his hair. Yes. Something more.
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Prompt: Qmi smut (blowjob/whatever) in the shadows underneath the centre stage during someone's solo when they are waiting to pop up for their next stage Smut!
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They went out early, their makeup retouched, their outfits perfect. They would be under the built-up middle stage, alone, the others spread to the sides and the back. They would crouch and explode up through the stage to the delight of crowd, and they waited in a corner as a song began playing, a song not theirs.
Kyuhyun’s pants were open before the music began, Zhou Mi’s fingers teasing him harder. They had only so long before the staff would place them for safety. They had until the second chorus and feet beyond them fans were pressed against the stage and barriers, unaware.
He moaned aloud because it aroused him to be as loud as he could knowing no one would hear. Zhou Mi’s mouth enveloped him and he braced himself on the structure of the stage, body throbbing as the music soared. One time they hadn’t made it, and he’d had to carefully tuck himself away, dancing hard and already sweaty.
But that wasn’t to be that night. He took Zhou Mi’s mouth, desperate, howling, reaching because he knew there wasn’t long. Zhou Mi’s mouth was like a wet-hot vice and he pleaded as Zhou Mi’s tongue took him up, faster, faster.
When he came, his screams went unnoticed amid the cheering crowd.
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Prompt: an au where they're... puppies (the fluff, in this case, being literal as well as metaphorical)
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The ball was bouncing. Where it came from, he didn’t know, but he was going to get it to stop it from bouncing, so it could bounce again.
And then a mop fell on the ball. A mop with a tail.
A mop named Kyuhyun. Okay, so he wasn’t a mop, he wasn’t that curly, but he fluffed up like one of those flowers the second he got in water, sneezing all over Zhou Mi’s face if he got too close.
“I got it! You didn’t!” Kyuhyun woofed, four paws to the wind.
He took great pleasure in darting in to grab something before Zhou Mi could, panting out his laughter when Zhou Mi did something silly like trip over his forepaws, and send them both bowling into the grass.
Zhou Mi was dignified.
Kyuhyun called him a cat.
Zhou Mi demonstrated how easily his longer legs could leap over Kyuhyun’s back.
And Kyuhyun just bit his tail for the effort.
They didn’t need a ball, chasing each other up and down the grass strip, barking like the good watchdogs they were at every bird and fuzzball.
Once upon a time, they hadn’t had a home. Once upon a time, they had been alone. He remembered the hand on the front of his cage, the one he’d licked, the soft voice and warm fingers. He remembered rubbing his scent on his new bed and being startled at how his nails clicked on his new floor, and how comfortable his new chair was, and the new lap that sat on it.
And he remembered when the mop that was Kyuhyun was put down on the floor by him.
“This is your new friend,” his human had said.
Kyuhyun had stretched out his nose, touching Zhou Mi’s, circling him. He liked that smell, liked a not-human smell, rubbing his nose in Kyuhyun’s fur and snorting as his tail wagged.
Kyuhyun kept flopping on him, his mouth still dripping from the water bowl, trying to edge him away from his food, or his toys, playing tug of war until they were both growling in glee. And the humans had set up this playset for dogs, which was really cool. It had tunnels, and things that looked like little trees, and a board that moved up and down when they went to either side of it. And Kyuhyun was fast, so fast, and Zhou Mi watched, getting petted as he gnawed at his favorite rawhide bone.
Kyuhyun liked to chew on his ears, and lick the top of his head until he could feel points sticking up, and intrude on his warm baths.
But he felt Kyuhyun panting under his head as they rested in the grass, and thought having Kyuhyun there made home a bit more fun.
“Are they your humans? Kyuhyun had asked.
Zhou Mi’s tail had thumped on the floor. “Yours, too.”
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Prompt: QMi smut - Kyuhyun feels self-conscious about his weight or some aspect of his appearance, so Zhou Mi uses a very hands-on approach to reassure him he's gorgeous. Smut!
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Zhou Mi knew that Kyuhyun didn’t complain about things because he needed Zhou Mi to tell him differently. Those criticisms of his own body, that was something he shared with Zhou Mi, confiding in him. Maybe somewhere in there, Kyuhyun worried that he thought the same thing, but it was impossible to.
“Do you think I’m getting too soft?” Kyuhyun asked, turning back and forth in front of the full-length mirror one week.
“Ugh, my face is gross right now,” Kyuhyun said another week, stretching out his cheeks and bemoaning his skin’s lack of cooperation.
Everyone was different, the things they worried about, the things society made them worry about. Zhou Mi’s skin got gross, too, sometimes. He started feeling less like a man when he let up on working out. They were different, but he understood, kissing the back of Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“I love you,” he said, and in that was everything he meant to say, every assurance, every denial of Kyuhyun’s words. He did not want to get into an argument. He just wanted Kyuhyun to know that he loved him, no matter what fleeting skin malady or minute amount of extra squish. He told Kyuhyun at other times, how gorgeous he was, how nice he looked, how sexy he felt. So maybe there were still those moments Kyuhyun wondered, but there were so many more when Zhou Mi was showing him otherwise.
“Is this what it feels like to be attacked by a dog?” Kyuhyun jested as Zhou Mi tried to kiss every favorite part of Kyuhyun’s face - and there was a lot of it.
“Shh, just be glad I’m not licking you,” he said, as Kyuhyun made sounds as though that was even more offensive.
His heartbeat rose with Kyuhyun’s moans, the way Kyuhyun kissed along his jaw, hands sinking into Zhou Mi’s hair. He loved the way that Kyuhyun slid over him, the fierceness of his whispers, the soft press of his kisses, the way he laughed when Zhou Mi nibbled at his skin, and held him as he came.
“Love you,” Zhou Mi said, and meant all of it.
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Prompt: Qmi go to noraebang and fight over who gets to sing because they are both microphone hogs. They end up making out instead :D
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“There are two mics for a reason,” Zhou MI said twirling the one in his hand that was working. Kyuhyun’s, unfortunately, didn’t. And he was too lazy to go see if there was another one that did work. So they’d been trading off, until the Great Standoff over a song they both wanted.
“We can both sing into the mic,” Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun whined. And then suggested, “We’ll just do it twice.”
They could. They could compare each other’s scores on it, since it was no secret they were both competitive.
Still, he had a better idea, flipping to a song that was mostly loud thumps and little background wails.
“It’s my turn. I don’t know this song,” Kyuhyun said.
“That’s okay, I do.”
Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes at Zhou Mi, and he probably should’ve been afraid of that look. Instead he used the mic like some kind of prop, dancing his way to where Kyuhyun was sprawled on the bench and frowning.
But then he started frowning less. And then maybe he was trying not to grin.
And then Zhou Mi was kissing him, leaning in for just such a treat. It was easy to lift a knee, get all situated and cozy, and humming, happy as Kyuhyun rubbed his sides. Kyuhyun’s mouth was warm, hauling him in like a fish, and he didn’t mind being caught in the least. They were going to stop soon. Probably. Though if Kyuhyun kept flirting with the waistband of his pants, he wondered. Anyone could walk by and look in. But he was content with one more kiss.
It was the perfect kind of music to remind Kyuhyun just why they were there to begin with.
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Prompt: Qmi~ smutty ish? A hotel with a hot tub. Smut!
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Sinking into the water was its own kind of pleasure, especially with the jets on, all warmed and perfect. Zhou Mi could almost feel the skin of his back going pink under the force of the water, letting his legs float up all buoyant. It was his own perfect little slice of heaven, leaning his head back, and then startling as he was joined.
He wasn’t going to say interrupted, because as lovely as it was to just drift, Kyuhyun sinking down into the water across from him definitely made the scenery more attractive.
Though Kyuhyun just sniffed when Zhou Mi waggled his eyebrows at him. Hey, a naked chest was a naked chest and then he had wet collarbones to look at, and Kyuhyun’s lovely neck.
“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxing?” Kyuhyun asked, tongue waggling between his teeth and legs brushing up against Zhou Mi’s in total opposition to his words.
“It can be relaxing!” And Kyuhyun just raised a brow. “What? It can. All warm, under the covers. Gentle touches Sweet kisses.”
“And the next thing you know someone’s asleep before the fun part happens.”
Zhou Mi averted his eyes because Kyuhyun obviously wasn’t talking about him.
“Well no one’s falling asleep here, because I have a no drowning clause in my life policy,” Zhou Mi said. And then he beckoned Kyuhyun over because enough was enough.
Kyuhyun goosed his side and pulled Zhou Mi down so they were almost chin deep. Warm, just warm enough, his ankle hooking with Kyuhyun’s. And he felt Kyuhyun’s smile first against his chin and then his mouth as they wiggled and wound together. Different than their bed, it was like a cocoon, one with lapping water and fizzling bubbles. The slide of skin on skin was slick and sweet, and his fingers were wet when they slid through Kyuhyun’s hair.
“We’re going to have to shower after this,” Kyuhyun said, his thumb creeping under the waistband of Zhou Mi’s billowing shorts.
Maybe, just possibly, he was counting on that.
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Prompt: QMi reading fanaccounts/fan theorizing about SJ ships and laughing about the QMi ones and teasing about others like Wonkyu etc
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“This one says we’re not looking at each other because we’re trying to hide our true and abiding love,” Zhou Mi said, resting on his back and staring at his phone in interest.
“Us us, or us in general?”
“Us,” Zhou Mi said, flicking a piece of lint at him.
“Oh. I have better. This fan surmises that eunhae are so touchy on stage because they’re really for real together, and it’s just making people think it’s only fanservice.”
Okay, so it was amusing to look at all the little ways fans interpreted every touch, laugh, expression. With any luck it added a little interest to their days, though he had to skip a few threads that were out and out name calling fights about the legitimacy of, for all they knew, imaginary relationships.
And then he came to one he knew was going to get a rise, and the context made him grin. “Oh, this one says I should watch out because Siwon is trying to get in your pants.”
“Ha. Like Siwon would ever try that,” Kyuhyun scoffed at his computer.
And then a few moments later, he looked up. “Why aren’t you laughing.”
“Because,” Zhou Mi said, rolling onto his side so they could look eye to eye. “It’s not about what Siwon wouldn’t do. It’s about what you wouldn’t want Siwon to do.”
“You really worry about that?” Kyuhyun asked, leaning in even closer, eyes moving between Zhou Mi’s and his lips.
“Not really. Not much.”
“You shouldn’t,” Kyuhyun said.
“Oh yeah?”
Kyuhyun’s lips brushed his. “Yeah. Now I’m going to game, so.”
That was his cue to start reading, or working out, or something not quite so interactive. But he didn’t worry. He’d have Kyuhyun back shortly after.
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Prompt: Cho Ahra, #1 QMi shipper.
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“And then we got the stadium, and I think it was the best food display I’d ever…”
Kyuhyun was talking, but he wasn’t sure his sister was listening.
“Did Zhou Mi eat with you, too?”
“Yeah, like always.” He blinked at her. “Why?”
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For the first few times Kyuhyun thought that Ahra had some kind of crush on Zhou Mi. Which, he supposed was fine though it miffed him a bit since she was his sister, why did she keep asking about Zhou MI, did he talk to Zhou Mi, did he share a room with Zhou Mi, had he seen Zhou Mi lately.
And the best being shot at him, “You’re smarter than that, call him.”
Then he realized that she never asked just in context of what Zhou Mi was doing, where he was, but in the context of his proximity to Kyuhyun. Telling Kyuhyun to stay in contact, to make sure they had a good relationship. All of it was true, of course, it was important to have a good relationship, but he was still perplexed.
The ah-ha moment came when she asked him if Zhou Mi hugged him as much offstage as he did on.
He actually stood up, staring at her across the table.
“You. You think that we’re. You ship us?”
She waved him down until he was sitting again and leaned in. “I just want what’s best for you. Who’s best for you.”
She smiled at him so serenely.
And his ears felt hot the entire way home, like she’d looked right into him. But of course she couldn’t have known. But then again, maybe.
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Prompt: Qmi go camping, things don't go as well as planned.... Kyuhyun the scaredy cat is revealed and Mi would find this hilarious if he wasn't as terrified of everything too.
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“That bathroom is gross,” Kyuhyun said, when he’d finally settled from moving.
“It’s a hole in the ground with a seat over it, what did you expect?”
Kyuhyun stared at him. “But what if you fell in?”
Zhou Mi ignored him. “Maybe we should’ve caught a fish for dinner.”
He got a wrinkled nose. “And gutted it?”
Oh. Right. It didn’t come nicely packaged.
“Plus you have to bait the line,” he needled back, since Kyuhyun was starting to look triumphant that he’d grossed Zhou Mi out.
“Could do it if I had to,” was the mumbled answer, which he agreed with.
Kyuhyun lit little candles in a ring around the fire they built - though inside the fire pit - for mosquitos and other pests he said, and they contemplated that as the trees swayed and creaked and there was a sound in the distance.
“Maybe we should’ve camped closer to other people,” Zhou Mi said, squinting into the dusk.
“Are there bears here?”
“The fire will keep them off,” Zhou Mi said, feeling confident. And their food was in the car, so. At least the tent had gone up swiftly, and their sleeping bags looked comfortable in it. They cooked hot dogs over the fire, and melty treats with chocolate.
“I like this part,” Kyuhyun said, only moments before catapulting himself off his stool because a mosquito the size of his thumbnail flew at him.
“Shoo!”
“Don’t shoo it this way!” Zhou Mi said, standing with his paper plate at the ready to knock down any invaders. By the time they doused their fire they were elbow to elbow, and had finally stopped jumping every time the fire snapped.
“This is nice,” Zhou Mi said in the dark, squeezing Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“I’m on a root. Or a rock.”
So the ended up squeezed together, which was nice, too.
“Forest noises are weird,” Kyuhyun whispered after moment.
It would probably be a miracle if they didn’t end up sleeping in the car before morning.
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Prompt: Qmi getting frisky in business class while everyone else is asleep :D Smut!
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There had been a time when pushing away advances had seemed like the right thing to do. No one would notice that way, no one would stare. The advantage of traveling in a big group was that there was usually a little insulated bubble around them, and even more so after concerts after the adrenaline dropped, and everyone was passed out.
But Kyuhyun could be very persuasive, leaning over the armrest between them. He knew how to time it perfectly, the last pass by of anyone official for at least a half an hour, and Kyuhyun was nearly in his lap wigging until they were both half in the seat. The quicker, the quieter, the better. Zhou MI gasped into the blanket pulled up to his chin, a magazine in one hand that was their “excuse.” He was supposed to watch out for anyone waking up or coming by, which was unsurprisingly hard to do with Kyuhyun’s hand in his pants. And he eventually lost control, with Kyuhyun’s lips against his neck.
And he didn’t get even get to catch his breath before Kyuhyun was guiding his hand where he wanted it instead, his moans unvoiced on panted breaths as Zhou Mi stroked him quickly.
By the time anyone was by, Kyuhyun was already stretched out in his own seat, fast asleep, and Zhou Mi had returned from a cleaning mission to the bathroom.
He’d only grinned at Kyuhyun’s slack face while going by a little.
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Prompt: QMi fall asleep beside each other and wake up with Kyu cuddled up to Mi ^^ Bonus if someone barges in the room and catches KoalaKyu :3
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All Kyuhyun really remembered when he stretched out beside Zhou Mi was that he was tired. He had his laptop at first, valiantly going from both eyes open, to two. His main goal was outlasting Zhou Mi, since he knew Zhou Mi had to be as tired as he was. It was near to the point that he needed a toothpick to keep one eyelid open, feeling like he was dreaming with his eyes open as they burned as he tried to read something incredibly dry and un-stimulating.
And then he saw Zhou MI’s hand fall and twitch, the book he’d been reading closed on the bed on the other side.
“Finally,” he breathed, shutting his laptop silently and putting it on the side table. And he felt like a man on a mission when he finally got his eyes closed, the bed comfortable, the air perfectly warm.
The bed was moving, he realized, when he half woke. Not only just beside him, since he couldn’t move his arm to smack Zhou Mi into stopping him, but under his face and right up against him. It made him trickle closer to consciousness, blinking at the neck he was inches away from and realizing he wasn’t holding some unnaturally warm body pillow. Zhou Mi was on his side, and so was Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun had an arm and a leg over Zhou Mi - it was a miracle he could move at all - holding on like he was a tree that was going to move away.
“Are you awake?” he whispered, wondering if he’d be able to get out of it without anyone knowing.
His hopes were dashed when Zhou Mi patted his hand.
“You’re warm,” Kyuhyun muttered. And Zhou Mi smelled nice, too, if he was going to be honest about it.
The door burst open.
“Ryeowook made breakfast!”
Kyuhyun’s head lifted from behind Zhou Mi’s, frozen and still wrapped around him as Donghae gaped, then grinned.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Donghae stage whispered, laughing to himself as he went back out the door.
“He’s going to tell everyone-“ Kyuhyun just started saying, when Donghae’s shout confirmed it.
Zhou Mi started shaking in laughter, and Kyuhyun couldn’t even knee him because they were too close. He settled on blowing raspberries into the back of Zhou Mi’s neck. He probably should’ve been mad about Donghae barging in, but. He was still too comfortable for that.
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17 overall
Genre: AU and Non-AU, smut, fluff
Summary: Two people destined in all kinds of situations. 28 short fics. Smutty ones should be marked!
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Prompt: qmi lunch date
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Who picked the location, who paid - these were all really difficult questions. They’d made a system, especially when they realized they were standing to stand off over it, and it was supposed to be a time to spend time together, not to fight. Whoever picked, didn’t pay, and whoever paid got to pick the next time. There were some weeks when all Kyuhyun wanted was soup, so they would’ve had pho three lunches in a row, while Zhou Mi wanted something he could dig into. So they managed to balance each other out that way.
And Kyuhyun was cute eating (he said Zhou Mi was, too, though it wasn’t like he watched himself), looking up at Zhou Mi from under his eyelashes as he sipped his soup, or pushing choice bits of food onto Zhou Mi’s plate. Their legs tangled under the table, both of Kyuhyun’s calves capturing one of his. And Kyuhyun’s laugh, the struggle to keep his mouth closed before ultimately failing and his fist going up to cover his mouth as he tried to laugh around his food.
If Zhou Mi was going to admit it, he liked being able to do that even if Kyuhyun was prone to nearly bruising his leg under the table by squeezing it.
But it was 30 minutes, sometimes 45 if they were lucky, out of their day to see each other. They walked back toward their buildings, Zhou Mi’s arm over Kyuhyun’s shoulder, with full bellies and matching smiles.
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Prompt: qmi! ^^ china dynasty au maybe? Like kui xian is the emperor and Mi is his right hand/general (?)
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“You received news?”
Zhou Mi’s head dropped as his emperor, Kuixian with only three years on the throne, entered the room.
“Yes, your majesty.”
He looked tired, Zhou Mi thought. There was so much turmoil among his advisors, weeding out those who would use the youth of their emperor, and his supposed inexperience for their own benefit. Some of them underestimated this new leader, but not all. Not all.
Zhou Mi rose, handing Kuixian the map he had been holding.
“You can see where crops have been burned. I have marked where soldiers could patrol, to keep people safe. A few we could dress as villagers.”
With many others, Zhou Mi would have been dismissed, leaving time for Kuixian to think over Zhou Mi’s plan. Instead, Zhou Mi’s eyes were met.
“I trust your thoughts on this. The question is, how many, and is there someone you trust to oversee them?”
Zhou Mi smiled. “Yes.”
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No one touched the emperor except by command. It was said that Kuixian had sent away maids for daring to touch his skin. Zhou Mi new better, knew that in trying to set himself apart, Kuixian needed distance, needed that illusion. The years they had known each other spanned the fingers of his hands, far before Kuixian had power.
It was not much, the way that Kuixian gripped Zhou Mi’s arm, leaned into his shoulder. The smallest human touch, the smallest comfort. Had Zhou Mi had his way, he would have turned and squeezed Kyuhyun until he squeezed, until the tension was gone out of him. But he could not.
But he waited for that day, when he might, ready to give his life for his leader.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun in love
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Kyuhyun’s friends looked at him with amusement, as he recounted his weekend with Zhou Mi. They’d gone to dinner, and Zhou Mi had watched him game, and they’d slept in his room together. Then, Zhou Mi had pulled him out shopping, on promise of food and he’d had way more fun than he could’ve imagined with Zhou Mi putting clothes up against him and laughing as Kyuhyun’s nose turned up at the smell of some pot of cream.
During the movie that they’d seen that afternoon, Zhou Mi had been pressed up against his shoulder, and though Kyuhyun hadn’t said it to his friends, that touch had distracted him. Zhou Mi was touchy. Fingers teasing his side, grasping his wrist, brushing his neck, encompassing hugs as Zhou Mi laughed against him.
It wasn’t their smirks that forged his realization, so much as it was after, resting on his bed and flipping through emails, passing one Zhou Mi had sent weeks before, a simple shot of him smiling in front of some store. Kyuhyun had taken that picture himself. There was a twin to it, one with both of them.
But there was something akin to pain he felt staring at Zhou Mi’s smile, one that had him reaching for his phone and nearly dialing before he stopped himself. It wasn’t just to see if Zhou Mi was okay, and it wasn’t just a stab of loneliness. He rested his head back and pictured Zhou Mi beside him, face covered in some green goo, or in his kitchen shoving things away into Kyuhyun’s cupboards while his butt waggled to music. What he was feeling wasn’t new, and it didn’t feel fuzzy warm, but it had a definite edge of panic following along the realization that he was in big trouble.
“You jerk,” he whispered, as though that would stop the images and associated feelings.
You’re a jerk, he texted Zhou Mi.
He got back a string of question marks and smileys asking what Zhou MI had done that time.
Miss you. When you coming over?
Given that it was almost midnight-
Zhou Mi texted back, Now?
Kyuhyun nearly smothered himself in his pillows when he texted his agreement. It was giddy happiness mixed with apprehension. No wonder his friends had been looking at him like he was oozing gummy bears. He was going to get hugs and Zhou Mi kicking him in his sleep. It had to be love.
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Prompt: qmi. the fluffiest fluff you can come up with :D
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In retrospect he shouldn’t have given Kyuhyun control of the whipped cream canister. Though, given that Kyuhyun was draped artfully in his lap, giggling on some sugar high, he also wasn’t sure how he couldn’t avoided it. Kyuhyun had made grabby hands, pulling out the pout he found the most delightful, nuzzling up for a series of giggling kisses that made him question for a moment if they were drunk, even though he knew they weren’t.
“Open,” Kyuhyun demanded, lowing his own jaw in response as though to let Zhou Mi know exactly what he wanted.
And in return for his compliance, he got a spurt of whipped cream halfway on his teeth and tongue. It was drippy, Kyuhyun with the angle wrong, and that brought another round of giggles as Kyuhyun cleaned him up, licking the cream off of his fingers.
And Zhou Mi watched as Kyuhyun tilted his head back, the soft hiss of the cream being ejected into Kyuhyun’s mouth. The way his eyes closed in enjoyment.
He stole back the can to keep himself from following that logical thought or watching Kyuhyun swallow.
He ended up with whipped cream spots all over his face.
But he was in luck, because Kyuhyun was there to help him.
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Prompt: qmi. the smuttiest smut you can come up with ;D Smut!
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He knew it was going to go south, from the moment he closed his lips around the spout of the whipped cream can. The way Kyuhyun bit his lower lip, the way he swallowed. He leaned in like a hungry man, not one searching for anything sweet, but needing something quite a bit more…substantial.
The can clunked onto the floor as Zhou Mi gripped Kyuhyun’s face, the sweetest moans as Kyuhyun met his tongue, something feral in the way that Kyuhyun rose up and straddled him. Kyuhyun’s hands cradled his head and it left his free to wander, gripping Kyuhyun’s hips, cupping his butt. He half wanted the whipped cream back so he could open Kyuhyun’s shirt and lick it off of him, but that would’ve meant letting go, pausing their kiss. The sounds Kyuhyun made were mesmerizing, half moan, half plea, half exhale. Those sounds did not soothe, as Zhou Mi urged him closer.
He made a sound that approximately sounded like “bed” and Kyuhyun’s response was an emphatic “no” and Zhou Mi did not argue. He let his head fall back so he could watch Kyuhyun move, a spot of cream down one side of his cheek. He thought of other times he’d seen Kyuhyun’s face like that, just like that with his lips red and wet and his eyes dark and his hair mussed. And Zhou Mi muffled himself against Kyuhyun’s shoulder and came.
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Prompt: ;~~; daily qmi request~ Kyuhyun gets a puppy because he knows Mi misses ni qiu
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The puppy was a fluffball, and that was the only way Kyuhyun could describe him. He had no name, except for the times Kyuhyun called him Fluffy and then hurt his own heart as the puppy whimpered. Then Kyuhyun inevitably picked the dog up and cuddled him and felt grateful that he wasn’t allergic to dogs like he was to cats.
But Kyuhyun had seen Zhou Mi around dogs before, waving to them, talking to them like tiny babies, cuddling them and going into some higher state of bliss as he was being licked and walked on.
Kyuhyun could lick and walk on him too, and people had called him a poodle because of his hair, but he figured something a little smaller would work, too.
And Kyuhyun was not wrong, the way that Zhou Mi’s mouth dropped open, eyes going wide, and then meltingly soft, and his lips puckered up as Kyuhyun held the puppy out.
“Who is this!” Zhou Mi asked, his voice a cross between saccharine and gummy bears. “Oh, look at you! So fluffy! Hi!”
The puppy was attempting to lathe off Zhou Mi’s chin, tiny tail waggling with delight as Zhou Mi cooed.
“Is he yours?” Zhou Mi asked after a minute, catching onto the biggest point, with the puppy cuddled up on his shoulder like a baby.
“He is. You always get sappy around dogs, so-“
The dog carefully protected, Kyuhyun was squished against Zhou Mi, too. As he grinned over Zhou Mi’s shoulder, he didn’t even mind that he’d been greeted second.
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Prompt: qmi~ someone proposing
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Zhou Mi’s hands were shaking. Or at least the one he did not have in his pocket was, the one on the railing instead, and not the one carefully tracing the rim of the gold ring that was warm against him.
“I think we should come back next year,” Kyuhyun was saying. “Or in six months. I like it here.”
He was leaning over the rail, braced on his forearms. The light of the setting sun had his hair gleaming brown, casting him in shades of orange and making his eyes bright. Zhou Mi could see every bit of perfection, every flaw.
“We could come back every year. All the time,” Zhou Mi said, his throat almost clutching on the words.
“Yeah,” Kyuhyun enthused. “You’ll have to start rolling me home, though, because…”
Kyuhyun’s words trailed off as Zhou Mi sank down beside him. He wobbled on one knee for only a moment, before holding up the ring.
“I want to come back here, with you. Only with you, Kyuhyun.”
He saw Kyuhyun swallow, watched his hand lift, fingertips touching Zhou Mi’s hand.
“Oh. Oh. Okay. Stand up.” And as he did, Kyuhyun kept hold of his hand. “Will it fit?”
“It will,” Zhou Mi promised. He’d had it sized to another of Kyuhyun’s rings. He’d wanted to take no chances. It slid against Kyuhyun’s skin as though it had been meant for him. But he didn’t get to admire it long, Kyuhyun’s arms sliding around his waist, his face against Zhou Mi’s neck.
“When do we get one for you?”
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Prompt: Qmi wedding au! ^___^
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Zhou Mi was totally calm. It was a vast turnaround from the proposal when he’d nearly fallen over, literally. He was so calm he was nearly boneless, staring at the wall and listening to people murmur and things getting done. Someone had prettied him up a little for the inevitable pictures. His suit was pressed. His tie was tied, some complicated special knot couldn’t begin to comprehend. The flower in his lapel was yellow, a match to the one in Kyuhyun’s.
Not that he’d seen Kyuhyun. No, he was being sequestered somewhere else in the building with his own entourage. Perhaps with his own mother, not that Zhou Mi was looking at his, because every time her eyes went a bit damp he got a bit achey inside. It wasn’t like he was going away forever. He wasn’t any less her son. He just gained an extra set of limbs was all. And a pretty face.
Neither of them were opting for the whole traditional route. There was game music being played on a cello as they walked in from opposite sides of the room they were getting married in, after all their guests had been seated. He wanted to put both his hands on Kyuhyun’s lapels and smooth them, even if they were totally smooth already.
Kyuhyun’s little grin had his heard dancing, and they clasped hands. Not cold feet, no. Excitement. Performance anxiety. All for the vows, and the rings. He’d felt naked without his on all morning, but feeling it slide home on his finger just emphasized their promises. And the kiss, and the way that Kyuhyun wrapped his arms around Zhou Mi’s neck and rocked him side to side.
They danced with their mothers, and he perhaps shed a tear, but mostly because he caught sight of Kyuhyun dancing with his own mother, head on her shoulder. They were swaying more than anything, but Kyuhyun was smiling.
He licked cake off of Kyuhyun’s fingers, and motioned to where their mothers had linked arms, chatting away and beaming at them. Another facet of their future together.
“We’re in deep trouble,” Kyuhyun joked.
And then he demolished a slice of cake over Zhou Mi’s face.
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Prompt: Qmi.. kyu is a doctor and Mi is the sunshiney nurse :))
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Occasionally he thought his life was a world of never-ending charts, making notes, revolving doors, frightened eyes. It was those, calming them, helping them, that made all the stepping stones worth it. But the first step to him even being able to be close to a great doctor, was if he had a great nurse. He’d had varied ones over the years, ones that gave him great advice, gave him great insight into patients. And there were the ones who thought he was young upstart they had to whip into place.
Zhou Mi was the second man he’d been assigned, but the first one without gray hair. He wore cheerful pink scrubs, the top with clouds all over, and smiled like a toothpaste commercial. He listened respectfully when Kyuhyun detailed his likes and dislikes as a doctor, had his input, and they were off. The handwriting in the chart was concise and clear, and Zhou Mi caught sight of him smiling down at a young girl and her mother as he let them into a room to wait. The girl was oh-so tentatively smiling back.
“Did Zhou Mi take good care of you?” Kyuhyun asked, when he rolled his rolling stool up to her fifteen minutes later.
“He promised he’d give me a high five when I left,” she said.
“I bet he will, then,” Kyuhyun said, and listened to her heart.
And Kyuhyun heard many comments like that over the next few weeks, parents marveling over how kind his nurse was, adult patients telling Kyuhyun how they’d been put at ease. Zhou Mi brought them water, held their hand when he needed to, calmly talking to them as Kyuhyun performed an unpleasant but necessary procedure. He was an empathetic sponge, and Kyuhyun found himself going home much less drained in the course of a long day.
“Let me treat you to dinner one day,” Kyuhyun said, looking up as Zhou Mi, in bright green with tropical flowers, brought messages for him.
“I’d like that,” Zhou Mi said, smiling.
And he grinned down at the chart he was adding a note to, as he listened to Zhou Mi make a call to a patient. It was good news, and Kyuhyun could hear it all over Zhou Mi’s voice.
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Prompt: Honeymoon
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They did do something special, of course they did. They weren’t just going to go home and cook dinner, and chill out in front of the TV. The hotel room had a private jacuzzi, a big balcony, excellent room service, and most importantly: a bed as big as a lake. It had the added bonus of being in taxi distance from their apartment. All they’d had to do was take their little bags to the wedding location, and then zip off to their room of delight. They’d have three days there, which maybe seemed a waste, but they didn’t get married every day. They were surrounded by streets they had never walked down, shops they had never shopped at, restaurants they had never tried.
Zhou Mi inhaled against Kyuhyun’s hair as they plastered themselves on the bed.
“Why do people go places.”
“They like plane stress,” Kyuhyun said in a near monotone.
Zhou Mi chucked against him. “Are you tired?”
“I spent a lot of time in the middle of the night trying to think through worst-case scenarios like the venue got flooded, or I lost a ring, or a dog ate our suits.”
“Or someone dropped the cake, or I broke an ankle, or…”
Kyuhyun cackled. “I’d have married you if you were in a wheelchair.”
“I’d have married you in a ragged suit,” Zhou Mi retorted. But speaking of suits, it was time to get out of them. “Jacuzzi?”
Kyuhyun leaned into the kiss to his cheek, and hummed. And they drifted there together, with no need to hurry at all.
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Prompt: qmi - sex in the bathtub with top!mi :D Smut!
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It took a bit of careful maneuvering to get them both into the tub, a little lowering of the water level so they didn’t create their own waterfall, a little giggling together at the splashes as they got settled. His thighs were firmly wedged between Kyuhyun’s hips and tub sides, Kyuhyun’s lower back pressing into him. They’d showered quickly already so there was little do to but relax, his fingers making circles over Kyuhyun’s chest as Kyuhyun rubbed his legs and encouraged kisses against his neck.
“It’s been eighteen hours,” Kyuhyun said, running his fingers between Zhou Mi’s.
“Has it?” As though he didn’t know. As though he could see or feel that the languid touches were affecting them both. The bath was to relax, but it was more. Invigorating.
Kyuhyun twisted, kissing him. “Come and get it.”
“Wh-“
It was obvious, though, as Kyuhyun pushed himself up leaning over the end of their long, rectangular tub. Zhou Mi nearly barked out a laugh, but the view he was presented, Kyuhyun all wet and…bare…was no laughing matter. The lip of a bottle waggled at him over Kyuhyun’s shoulder, and though he loathed to give up the warmth, he pushed himself up, bracing against the tub and pressing a kiss to Kyuhyun’s lower back. Every few inches he kissed, listening to Kyuhyun’s harsh breaths. He did not rush, feeling Kyuhyun harden against his fingers, sucking the pretty skin along Kyuhyun’s shoulders. And slick, he as inside Kyuhyun with little effort as relaxed as they were, bracing with Kyuhyun on the tub and cabinet.
The water sloshed underneath them, and Zhou Mi huffed out a laugh as Kyuhyun squeaked. The mood would definitely be lost if Kyuhyun had smashed himself against the tub rim.
But it didn’t mean they could go slow, the hard surface of the tub harsh against their knees, the strain of steadying themselves. He watched the play of muscles in Kyuhyun’s back and arms, felt more against his arm, Kyuhyun’s stomach. And he steadied Kyuhyun as Kyuhyun stroked himself,
Kyuhyun’s body pressed against his, the sound of his moans, the harsh exhales and watching his arm move.
“Now, now, now,” Zhou Mi murmured into Kyuhyun’s’ back.
But Zhou Mi came first, pressed deep, listening to Kyuhyun’s moans get shorter. And he heard, felt, as Kyuhyun came - for them both.
His knees were angry and pebbled and his hands strained, but when Kyuhyun turned his head, Zhou Mi kissed his cheek. Flushed, and wet, and ready for another shower.
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Prompt: some qmi smut from the until you!verse, please. <3 Smut!
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It wasn’t as though he was covering Kyuhyun in lace and sparkles, so there was no reason for Kyuhyun to be fidgeting as much as he was.
“Stop,” Zhou Mi warned around the pins between his teeth, though he knew it wasn’t much of an incentive. He knew Kyuhyun didn’t have much patience for being used as a human dressform.
But the pants were looking nice, if he said so himself, perfectly draped over Kyuhyun’s butt, just enough give to make them comfortable in the thigh. Kyuhyun had been consistently buying his pants too large to accommodate both body parts, so Zhou Mi was pleased to see such a remarkable change in style.
“Nice legs,” he said, squeezing Kyuhyun’s thigh. That time without pins in his mouth, since he was satisfied he’d made enough marks with the chalk and didn’t have to pin anything. They had a couple of problems, he and Kyuhyun. The first was that Zhou Mi had a tendency to let his hands wander when he had Kyuhyun try on clothes, and Kyuhyun had a tendency to react to it. It put a few contours into the front of Kyuhyun’s trousers that Zhou Mi - in every situation - anticipated.
But Kyuhyun deserved a reward for standing mostly still and putting up with his little gropes and compliments. Such a trial, he though, as Kyuhyun grinned down at him. But that grin faded into something a bit more knowing as Zhou Mi drew down the zipper with a fingertip, popping the button. He let his nose run along the loosened cloth, hearing Kyuhyun’s inhale and feeling an insistent press back against him. And braced against the desk, Kyuhyun hummed as Zhou Mi breathed against him, drawing him out slowly with teasing fingers, until he could press his lips against warm skin and not just cloth.
His stolen glance up told him Kyuhyun was chewing on his lips, a pretty sight. But so was Kyuhyun hard against his fingers. Against his tongue. Kyuhyun’s hand was behind his head almost immediately, the moment Zhou Mi took him into his mouth.
He liked giving Kyuhyun good memories of the sewing room, good memories of the fittings. Liked thinking that when Kyuhyun dressed himself to work, he’d look at the pants and think that ah, Zhou Mi liked those on him, touched him in them.
As long as they kept them clean, that was Zhou Mi’s only request.
So he hummed and dragged his lips so that Kyuhyun would moan for him, teased with the tip of his tongue and the flat of it until Kyuhyun was gasping. And he gave up control, letting Kyuhyun press into his mouth as fast as he wanted, his hands in Zhou Mi’s hair, moaning Zhou Mi’s name. And Zhou Mi took him eagerly.
With Kyuhyun still between his lips, he let the pants slide down, before tucking Kyuhyun all clean back into his underwear. He’d give Kyuhyun a few moments to get his legs back under him before asking him to step out of the pants so that Zhou MI could finish.
The pants, not himself. But he was anticipating that as well.
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Prompt: kyuhyun/zhou mi - telling their parents they're dating? would this be okay for a prompt? :3
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They decided - or rather they hoped - that telling both their families together would be a good thing. They hashed out their concerns, such as if one set of parents or one parent at all reacted badly, would the other set forgive them? With luck they’d all be a calming influence on each other, since they’d all met and gotten along before. The backup plan was to hope the change in language threw them off.
“They love you so this really can’t…” Kyuhyun muttered into his shoulder. And they know I’m not going to pop out any babies for them.”
When Zhou Mi opened his mouth, Kyuhyun’s stern look had him closing it again.
“You know what I mean.”
He did. So he let the joke go in favor of tangling his fingers with Kyuhyun’s. For then, at least.
They’d opted to bring food into Kyuhyun’s apartment rather than cause a public spectacle. If anyone was going to explode, it was going to be in private. Even though they really, really hoped that wouldn’t happen. Zhou Mi was mostly sure of his own parents, since they had met a boyfriend of his before, but Kyuhyun’s parents were apparently still in denial.
Zhou Mi hung back as Kyuhyun’s parents got there, opting to straighten the teacups for the thirtieth time - tea was for after because no way was anyone getting a hot beverage first. But he greeted them, perching on the edge of a chair and asking how they’d been, which wasted just enough time until Zhou Mi’s own parents arrived.
He felt like his spine was lifting out through the top of his head as everyone greeted each other, grateful as Kyuhyun sat down beside him, the press of his shoulder a comfort.
They traded a look out of the corner of their eyes and nodded.
“So…” Kyuhyun began.
“This is a beautiful tray you’ve put together, Zhou Mi,” Kyuhyun’s mother said. “I know Kyuhyun didn’t arrange this.”
Kyuhyun frowned. “Mom!”
“Shh, you have other talents. When are you two going to start dating? You’re good for him. Or are you already?”
Her laser eyes had caught the second Kyuhyun’s hand nearly broke his clutching it.
“Yes?” Zhou Mi said, voice weak.
“I knew it!” his mom said, turning to Kyuhyun’s mom. “I told you, didn’t I?”
“Kyuhyun wouldn’t let a good boy like Zhou Mi get away!” Kyuhyun’s mom declared.
“What just happened?” Zhou Mi murmured.
As their mothers exulted, they shared a hysterical smile over the tea pot.
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Prompt: qmi smutlet *_* Kyuhyun loves to hear Zhou Mi's voice~ Smut!
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Kyuhyun loved the switch from Mandarin to Korean, sometimes within the same sentence, with a random English word tossed in for good measure. It didn’t matter if Zhou Mi was talking to him, or on the phone, or talking to their friends. He loved it, those moments when Zhou Mi would pause with his mouth parted and mind racing, trying to select the word he wanted, the quick and urgent laugh as he continued. Words that bubbled, round, sometimes so light and free, sometimes serious, pronounced slow and cautious.
Zhou Mi’s lips against his neck, murmuring to him, as Zhou Mi’s hands undid his shirt buttons. It connected them, even when perhaps the thing he knew best about Zhou Mi had been his voice. No longer.
The way Zhou Mi spoke to him, urged him. They were not always words he could understand, sometimes desperate, sometimes needy. Maybe he didn’t understand, verbally, but he knew the sound of Zhou Mi’s voice, and the meaning was just as clear. The rollicking laugh as they fumbled together, words sweet against his jaw, against his collarbone. And when Zhou Mi had no more words, the moans. Crisp, sharp and rising, low and guttural and wrecked. The combination of those moans, and Zhou Mi’s pleading eyes, and the formation of Kyuhyun’s name. In any language, it made him shudder.
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Prompt: Hairdresser Mi and an unwilling Kyu who desperately needs a haircut before birds start nesting in his hair XD
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“It’s not that bad,” Kyuhyun protested. “Maybe if you showered more than once a month, you’d know what hair was supposed to look like.”
It was the pot calling the kettle black. Maybe he’d gone a few too many weeks, maybe a month or maybe two, longer than he should’ve without a haircut. But that didn’t mean that Henry of all people got to lecture him in front of the very amused, actually very cute hair stylist. Henry put his hands up at his head making motions like he had horns exploding off his head, or there were fireworks coming away from his hair follicles.
“Did you have anything in mind?” Zhou Mi asked, tucking the Protecting Clothes Against Stray hair cape around his shoulders.
“Shorter. Different. I’ll trust your judgement,” Kyuhyun said faintly, and Henry nodded, satisfied.
And then the squirt abandoned him, saying he was going off for bubble tea and he’d be back, but Kyuhyun knew he was off to flirt with the girl behind the counter and Kyuhyun’d be lucky if he even remembered to bring Kyuhyun a drink.
“Friends make life hard,” Kyuhyun said at the ceiling, as Zhou Mi guided him into a little chair and his head back into the sink.
“Most of them look out for us. There’s a cute hairstyle just waiting to come out in here,” Zhou Mi chuckled.
He closed his eyes, enjoying the soothing massage of Zhou Mi’s fingers as he shampooed and conditioned his hair. Maybe Zhou Mi had to shampoo him twice because he’d had so much product in it. And okay, so Henry kind of had a point because when it was wet, his hair dangled down into his face and over his collar. Kyuhyun had taking to ferociously gelling it into submission and he only saw it poofed after he slept. No one else complained. Maybe no one else had been brave enough to.
“Your hair is in really good condition and very strong,” Zhou Mi told him. “It just got too long. This’ll make it easier to care for.”
“That’ll be nice.”
Zhou Mi had nice hands. He almost said that out loud which would’ve been awkward. He’d have had to leave with one side of his head more shaggy than the other. Zhou Mi made it easy to relax, even with his body straight. He made fun of Henry, and told Zhou Mi about his job controlling an excitable desk, and rambling about subway construction and restaurants. Zhou Mi was telling him about a favorite of his own as the hair dryer hummed, and the buzz of the clippers tickled against his neck.
“Perfect,” Zhou Mi said, scrubbing his fingers against Kyuhyun’s scalp and scattering some of the hairs. It was only then that he turned Kyuhyun around, letting him blink at himself in the mirror.
There was a trendy fringe across his forehead, the back of his hair cut short. Longer hair fell in front of his ear - he could see his ears! - and he looked…nice.
“You can gel this up if you want to,” Zhou Mi said, lifting the hair off his forehead for a moment. “It’s versatile, however you want to wear it. It looks great either way.”
“Thanks,” he said, and meant it. Zhou Mi’s hands also looked good in his hair. Who knew.
He’d just finished paying when he saw Henry’s wonky face peering through the window, and the two bubble teas in his hand.
And he looked back to see Zhou Mi biting his lips, a smile on blooming as he handed Kyuhyun a card.
“For you,” Zhou Mi said.
“Thank you,” Kyuhyun said automatically, and returned Zhou Mi’s hope that he had a nice day.
“Stylin’!” Henry almost howled in the middle of the sidewalk, just before Kyuhyun snatched the untouched bubble tea from his hands.
And Kyuhyun snuck a look at the card. One side was for the shop, the other with Zhou Mi’s name and a handwritten number.
“Call me! ^^” it read. And he thought he would. After all, he had to show off his new hairstyle somehow.
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Prompt: Zhoumi and Kyuhyun growing old together. Sappy Mimi and old horny kyu.
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Grumbling when Kyuhyun got up because of a stiff back, he’d been doing that since he’d been twenty and years before that too, considering how he’d been sitting with his computer. A couple of decades and something hadn’t changed that. But Zhou Mi eyed Kyuhyun as he got up, wondering if he should ask for a cup of tea while he was up or just give in and get up himself. He got up without as much production, testing out his knees and getting an eye roll from Kyuhyun who was holding up take out menus.
“When are we going to learn to cook like adults?” Zhou Mi asked.
“Are we adults yet?” Kyuhyun asked.
“So you say, every time you grumble at teenagers.”
It got him a smack on the head, but he made his choices on the food they decided on, and all that was left was to settle in and wait after a long work week.
“Hey,” Kyuhyun said, and all his relaxation thoughts flew out the window as Kyuhyun straddled his legs. “We have twenty minutes.”
At one point that was a challenge.
No, actually it still was, and Kyuhyun kissed him. They laughed against each other and he petted the few persistent silver hairs that grew, to Kyuhyun’s irritation, only on one side of his head.
“We can pretend we’re still teenagers,” Kyuhyun murmured against his neck.
If anyone could make him feel that way, it was Kyuhyun.
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Prompt: Hey remember when you wrote that ficlet/smutlet about criminal Kyu and cop(detective)Mi? Could I possibly get something sweet/smutty from that universe, like something from before they "died"? ;;; It was one of my favorites <3 Smut!
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There was danger in it. That one moment without caution, that was one thing. It hadn’t been so easy after. Zhou Mi realized he was getting too deep, when he started getting angry about the things he was missing. He couldn’t take Kyuhyun to his apartment, spread him over his bed and listen to him sing in the shower. Doing that would have been as blatantly dangerous to them both as stripping naked with him in the middle of the street. Kyuhyun’s connection to him was tenuous - they thought he was playing him - and that was how it had to be. They bought cheap phones that they threw away every week, using them to text or talk in secure locations. Never in their own places, because neither of them trusted them not to be bugged.
He listened to Kyuhyun gasp for him over the phone, after a long conversation of strategy.
“I wish I was there to do that for you,” Zhou Mi murmured.
“Check your mailbox,” Kyuhyun advised, and hung up.
It was a keycard in an envelope, an address on plain paper and a time. A room number.
419.
Zhou Mi waited in that room for three hours before he heard the lock engage. He had his gun in his hand, ready, in case of anything. If Kyuhyun had been compromised, it could be any number of people who’d like to see him dead coming into the room.
But it was not. It was Kyuhyun, throwing his bag into a chair and pulling Zhou Mi into a kiss. Safety on, he put down the gun, opting to cup Kyuhyun’s head and kiss him again, lips that had made him dream.
Kyuhyun pulled back, taking deep breaths. “You’re not just using me?”
Zhou Mi shook his head, his thumb tracing Kyuhyun’s cheek bone. “No.”
Kyuhyun stretched out over him on the bed, skin to skin, mouth to mouth. His hands on Kyuhyun’s hips, body flushed and feeling too full of want. It was so much more intimate than furtive conversations, hushed voices over the phone, sounds of pleasure from miles away. He watched Kyuhyun as he came, and after, curled against Zhou Mi’s side. The phone calls weren’t enough, he thought as he stroked from Kyuhyun’s wrist to elbow where it rested against his chest.
“I shouldn’t stay much longer,” Kyuhyun said.
“I know.”
But Kyuhyun caught his hand, squeezing his fingers to the point of pain.
“How much longer do we have to wait?”
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Prompt: Mi is a high ranking vampire who never attracted to anyone but one night while he was taking a stroll he saw kyu (a college student) and falls for kyu.. p/s : feeding is a plus point! ^^
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Humans were a necessary part of him. He was, after all, mostly human. But the most important part of Zhou Mi was the fact that he survived only on blood. He was a vampire in its most basic form, needing humans, among humans, but not quite like them. Many humans desired the experience of a vampire feeding from them, so he was never without an option, getting first pick among the humans that assembled. One night there might be an executive woman, bold and enticing. The next, a man just past his prime but yet still desirable. He saw all those things, but did not want them beyond the blood they brought him. Some would have liked for him to invite them beyond his bedroom door, done anything he desired. It was not the truth that he had no need, only that he had not found a human that sparked it for many years. So he fed and he sent them away disappointed.
It was nighttime - in his world always nighttime - when he saw the man. Thick glasses, hair over his collar, a book and laptop spread over the table in front of him. Zhou Mi watched him from the other side of the street, a frown on his face, wondering what caught him so. Even from that distance, he seemed mostly unremarkable.
But he crossed the street and lingered, watching fingers against the keyboard, the lines of his thighs and the way he stretched his neck. That neck. It took only a quick text, and the others were alerted that he had found a human he wanted. It was not his duty to approach humans, only to look after the others. But he stayed in the shadows as the man was approached, information given that a vampire wished to bite him. In a move Zhou Mi didn’t expected, the man looked around as though looking for him. He stayed still, and watched.
And Zhou Mi had a name for his fascination. Kyuhyun.
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Unbitten, unapproached. They asked what had caught his interest, and he did not know. His appearance, his aura. He was disappointed when Kyuhyun did not appear the first night, and Zhou Mi found him studying again at the same cafe. Perhaps for a test. He told himself that. Kyuhyun would come to him after. He watched Kyuhyun laugh as he answered his phone, and wanted to touch his face.
He wondered what Kyuhyun smelled like in the hollow of his throat, whether he would be tense, or giving.
And Zhou Mi’s knees went weak to see Kyuhyun in his feeding room, sitting upright and wary. And Kyuhyun’s eyes were direct, meeting his when he entered.
“You’re the one who wanted to feed from me?”
“Yes.”
Kyuhyun frowned. “Why?”
Because he wanted to see if the blood in Kyuhyun’s veins called out for him as much as the sight of him did.
“I was taken by seeing you,” Zhou Mi said, putting aside the jacket he had donned in case he had had to go in search of Kyuhyun again. “I will not hurt you. I am merely hungry.”
Hungry for touch, for smell, for blood, for knowledge. He did not sense fear, only curiosity mingled with apprehension. It calmed some of the need crushing him inside.
But his words were gone, urging Kyuhyun up. He’d been coached, Zhou Mi could see that, licking his lips and tilting his head so Zhou Mi could have access.
If it would be what he imagined, what he wanted. With one hand on his neck, he pulled Kyuhyun up, forced him to lock his knees, to lean into him. But it was only when Kyuhyun gave, just a fraction, relaxing as Zhou Mi breathed against his neck, that he took.
Kyuhyun keened when Zhou Mi’s teeth sank into him, fading into ragged breaths as Zhou Mi fed. His whole body flushed and throbbed, blood singing in his veins. And it calmed him, the sated feeling he got after feeding, as he took his fill and felt Kyuhyun’s warmth. It was not just a human he gathered into his arms, but something more than that.
There was a tiny bloody lip print on Kyuhyun’s skin, and he left it, inhaling against Kyuhyun’s neck, breathing in the scent of his hair, his shoulder.
“Why did you come to me?”
Kyuhyun gripped his shirt, his voice rough and even. “I could feel you watching me.”
Kyuhyun did not protest as Zhou Mi stroked his hair. Yes. Something more.
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Prompt: Qmi smut (blowjob/whatever) in the shadows underneath the centre stage during someone's solo when they are waiting to pop up for their next stage Smut!
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They went out early, their makeup retouched, their outfits perfect. They would be under the built-up middle stage, alone, the others spread to the sides and the back. They would crouch and explode up through the stage to the delight of crowd, and they waited in a corner as a song began playing, a song not theirs.
Kyuhyun’s pants were open before the music began, Zhou Mi’s fingers teasing him harder. They had only so long before the staff would place them for safety. They had until the second chorus and feet beyond them fans were pressed against the stage and barriers, unaware.
He moaned aloud because it aroused him to be as loud as he could knowing no one would hear. Zhou Mi’s mouth enveloped him and he braced himself on the structure of the stage, body throbbing as the music soared. One time they hadn’t made it, and he’d had to carefully tuck himself away, dancing hard and already sweaty.
But that wasn’t to be that night. He took Zhou Mi’s mouth, desperate, howling, reaching because he knew there wasn’t long. Zhou Mi’s mouth was like a wet-hot vice and he pleaded as Zhou Mi’s tongue took him up, faster, faster.
When he came, his screams went unnoticed amid the cheering crowd.
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Prompt: an au where they're... puppies (the fluff, in this case, being literal as well as metaphorical)
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The ball was bouncing. Where it came from, he didn’t know, but he was going to get it to stop it from bouncing, so it could bounce again.
And then a mop fell on the ball. A mop with a tail.
A mop named Kyuhyun. Okay, so he wasn’t a mop, he wasn’t that curly, but he fluffed up like one of those flowers the second he got in water, sneezing all over Zhou Mi’s face if he got too close.
“I got it! You didn’t!” Kyuhyun woofed, four paws to the wind.
He took great pleasure in darting in to grab something before Zhou Mi could, panting out his laughter when Zhou Mi did something silly like trip over his forepaws, and send them both bowling into the grass.
Zhou Mi was dignified.
Kyuhyun called him a cat.
Zhou Mi demonstrated how easily his longer legs could leap over Kyuhyun’s back.
And Kyuhyun just bit his tail for the effort.
They didn’t need a ball, chasing each other up and down the grass strip, barking like the good watchdogs they were at every bird and fuzzball.
Once upon a time, they hadn’t had a home. Once upon a time, they had been alone. He remembered the hand on the front of his cage, the one he’d licked, the soft voice and warm fingers. He remembered rubbing his scent on his new bed and being startled at how his nails clicked on his new floor, and how comfortable his new chair was, and the new lap that sat on it.
And he remembered when the mop that was Kyuhyun was put down on the floor by him.
“This is your new friend,” his human had said.
Kyuhyun had stretched out his nose, touching Zhou Mi’s, circling him. He liked that smell, liked a not-human smell, rubbing his nose in Kyuhyun’s fur and snorting as his tail wagged.
Kyuhyun kept flopping on him, his mouth still dripping from the water bowl, trying to edge him away from his food, or his toys, playing tug of war until they were both growling in glee. And the humans had set up this playset for dogs, which was really cool. It had tunnels, and things that looked like little trees, and a board that moved up and down when they went to either side of it. And Kyuhyun was fast, so fast, and Zhou Mi watched, getting petted as he gnawed at his favorite rawhide bone.
Kyuhyun liked to chew on his ears, and lick the top of his head until he could feel points sticking up, and intrude on his warm baths.
But he felt Kyuhyun panting under his head as they rested in the grass, and thought having Kyuhyun there made home a bit more fun.
“Are they your humans? Kyuhyun had asked.
Zhou Mi’s tail had thumped on the floor. “Yours, too.”
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Prompt: QMi smut - Kyuhyun feels self-conscious about his weight or some aspect of his appearance, so Zhou Mi uses a very hands-on approach to reassure him he's gorgeous. Smut!
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Zhou Mi knew that Kyuhyun didn’t complain about things because he needed Zhou Mi to tell him differently. Those criticisms of his own body, that was something he shared with Zhou Mi, confiding in him. Maybe somewhere in there, Kyuhyun worried that he thought the same thing, but it was impossible to.
“Do you think I’m getting too soft?” Kyuhyun asked, turning back and forth in front of the full-length mirror one week.
“Ugh, my face is gross right now,” Kyuhyun said another week, stretching out his cheeks and bemoaning his skin’s lack of cooperation.
Everyone was different, the things they worried about, the things society made them worry about. Zhou Mi’s skin got gross, too, sometimes. He started feeling less like a man when he let up on working out. They were different, but he understood, kissing the back of Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“I love you,” he said, and in that was everything he meant to say, every assurance, every denial of Kyuhyun’s words. He did not want to get into an argument. He just wanted Kyuhyun to know that he loved him, no matter what fleeting skin malady or minute amount of extra squish. He told Kyuhyun at other times, how gorgeous he was, how nice he looked, how sexy he felt. So maybe there were still those moments Kyuhyun wondered, but there were so many more when Zhou Mi was showing him otherwise.
“Is this what it feels like to be attacked by a dog?” Kyuhyun jested as Zhou Mi tried to kiss every favorite part of Kyuhyun’s face - and there was a lot of it.
“Shh, just be glad I’m not licking you,” he said, as Kyuhyun made sounds as though that was even more offensive.
His heartbeat rose with Kyuhyun’s moans, the way Kyuhyun kissed along his jaw, hands sinking into Zhou Mi’s hair. He loved the way that Kyuhyun slid over him, the fierceness of his whispers, the soft press of his kisses, the way he laughed when Zhou Mi nibbled at his skin, and held him as he came.
“Love you,” Zhou Mi said, and meant all of it.
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Prompt: Qmi go to noraebang and fight over who gets to sing because they are both microphone hogs. They end up making out instead :D
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“There are two mics for a reason,” Zhou MI said twirling the one in his hand that was working. Kyuhyun’s, unfortunately, didn’t. And he was too lazy to go see if there was another one that did work. So they’d been trading off, until the Great Standoff over a song they both wanted.
“We can both sing into the mic,” Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun whined. And then suggested, “We’ll just do it twice.”
They could. They could compare each other’s scores on it, since it was no secret they were both competitive.
Still, he had a better idea, flipping to a song that was mostly loud thumps and little background wails.
“It’s my turn. I don’t know this song,” Kyuhyun said.
“That’s okay, I do.”
Kyuhyun narrowed his eyes at Zhou Mi, and he probably should’ve been afraid of that look. Instead he used the mic like some kind of prop, dancing his way to where Kyuhyun was sprawled on the bench and frowning.
But then he started frowning less. And then maybe he was trying not to grin.
And then Zhou Mi was kissing him, leaning in for just such a treat. It was easy to lift a knee, get all situated and cozy, and humming, happy as Kyuhyun rubbed his sides. Kyuhyun’s mouth was warm, hauling him in like a fish, and he didn’t mind being caught in the least. They were going to stop soon. Probably. Though if Kyuhyun kept flirting with the waistband of his pants, he wondered. Anyone could walk by and look in. But he was content with one more kiss.
It was the perfect kind of music to remind Kyuhyun just why they were there to begin with.
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Prompt: Qmi~ smutty ish? A hotel with a hot tub. Smut!
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Sinking into the water was its own kind of pleasure, especially with the jets on, all warmed and perfect. Zhou Mi could almost feel the skin of his back going pink under the force of the water, letting his legs float up all buoyant. It was his own perfect little slice of heaven, leaning his head back, and then startling as he was joined.
He wasn’t going to say interrupted, because as lovely as it was to just drift, Kyuhyun sinking down into the water across from him definitely made the scenery more attractive.
Though Kyuhyun just sniffed when Zhou Mi waggled his eyebrows at him. Hey, a naked chest was a naked chest and then he had wet collarbones to look at, and Kyuhyun’s lovely neck.
“Aren’t you supposed to be relaxing?” Kyuhyun asked, tongue waggling between his teeth and legs brushing up against Zhou Mi’s in total opposition to his words.
“It can be relaxing!” And Kyuhyun just raised a brow. “What? It can. All warm, under the covers. Gentle touches Sweet kisses.”
“And the next thing you know someone’s asleep before the fun part happens.”
Zhou Mi averted his eyes because Kyuhyun obviously wasn’t talking about him.
“Well no one’s falling asleep here, because I have a no drowning clause in my life policy,” Zhou Mi said. And then he beckoned Kyuhyun over because enough was enough.
Kyuhyun goosed his side and pulled Zhou Mi down so they were almost chin deep. Warm, just warm enough, his ankle hooking with Kyuhyun’s. And he felt Kyuhyun’s smile first against his chin and then his mouth as they wiggled and wound together. Different than their bed, it was like a cocoon, one with lapping water and fizzling bubbles. The slide of skin on skin was slick and sweet, and his fingers were wet when they slid through Kyuhyun’s hair.
“We’re going to have to shower after this,” Kyuhyun said, his thumb creeping under the waistband of Zhou Mi’s billowing shorts.
Maybe, just possibly, he was counting on that.
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Prompt: QMi reading fanaccounts/fan theorizing about SJ ships and laughing about the QMi ones and teasing about others like Wonkyu etc
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“This one says we’re not looking at each other because we’re trying to hide our true and abiding love,” Zhou Mi said, resting on his back and staring at his phone in interest.
“Us us, or us in general?”
“Us,” Zhou Mi said, flicking a piece of lint at him.
“Oh. I have better. This fan surmises that eunhae are so touchy on stage because they’re really for real together, and it’s just making people think it’s only fanservice.”
Okay, so it was amusing to look at all the little ways fans interpreted every touch, laugh, expression. With any luck it added a little interest to their days, though he had to skip a few threads that were out and out name calling fights about the legitimacy of, for all they knew, imaginary relationships.
And then he came to one he knew was going to get a rise, and the context made him grin. “Oh, this one says I should watch out because Siwon is trying to get in your pants.”
“Ha. Like Siwon would ever try that,” Kyuhyun scoffed at his computer.
And then a few moments later, he looked up. “Why aren’t you laughing.”
“Because,” Zhou Mi said, rolling onto his side so they could look eye to eye. “It’s not about what Siwon wouldn’t do. It’s about what you wouldn’t want Siwon to do.”
“You really worry about that?” Kyuhyun asked, leaning in even closer, eyes moving between Zhou Mi’s and his lips.
“Not really. Not much.”
“You shouldn’t,” Kyuhyun said.
“Oh yeah?”
Kyuhyun’s lips brushed his. “Yeah. Now I’m going to game, so.”
That was his cue to start reading, or working out, or something not quite so interactive. But he didn’t worry. He’d have Kyuhyun back shortly after.
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Prompt: Cho Ahra, #1 QMi shipper.
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“And then we got the stadium, and I think it was the best food display I’d ever…”
Kyuhyun was talking, but he wasn’t sure his sister was listening.
“Did Zhou Mi eat with you, too?”
“Yeah, like always.” He blinked at her. “Why?”
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For the first few times Kyuhyun thought that Ahra had some kind of crush on Zhou Mi. Which, he supposed was fine though it miffed him a bit since she was his sister, why did she keep asking about Zhou MI, did he talk to Zhou Mi, did he share a room with Zhou Mi, had he seen Zhou Mi lately.
And the best being shot at him, “You’re smarter than that, call him.”
Then he realized that she never asked just in context of what Zhou Mi was doing, where he was, but in the context of his proximity to Kyuhyun. Telling Kyuhyun to stay in contact, to make sure they had a good relationship. All of it was true, of course, it was important to have a good relationship, but he was still perplexed.
The ah-ha moment came when she asked him if Zhou Mi hugged him as much offstage as he did on.
He actually stood up, staring at her across the table.
“You. You think that we’re. You ship us?”
She waved him down until he was sitting again and leaned in. “I just want what’s best for you. Who’s best for you.”
She smiled at him so serenely.
And his ears felt hot the entire way home, like she’d looked right into him. But of course she couldn’t have known. But then again, maybe.
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Prompt: Qmi go camping, things don't go as well as planned.... Kyuhyun the scaredy cat is revealed and Mi would find this hilarious if he wasn't as terrified of everything too.
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“That bathroom is gross,” Kyuhyun said, when he’d finally settled from moving.
“It’s a hole in the ground with a seat over it, what did you expect?”
Kyuhyun stared at him. “But what if you fell in?”
Zhou Mi ignored him. “Maybe we should’ve caught a fish for dinner.”
He got a wrinkled nose. “And gutted it?”
Oh. Right. It didn’t come nicely packaged.
“Plus you have to bait the line,” he needled back, since Kyuhyun was starting to look triumphant that he’d grossed Zhou Mi out.
“Could do it if I had to,” was the mumbled answer, which he agreed with.
Kyuhyun lit little candles in a ring around the fire they built - though inside the fire pit - for mosquitos and other pests he said, and they contemplated that as the trees swayed and creaked and there was a sound in the distance.
“Maybe we should’ve camped closer to other people,” Zhou Mi said, squinting into the dusk.
“Are there bears here?”
“The fire will keep them off,” Zhou Mi said, feeling confident. And their food was in the car, so. At least the tent had gone up swiftly, and their sleeping bags looked comfortable in it. They cooked hot dogs over the fire, and melty treats with chocolate.
“I like this part,” Kyuhyun said, only moments before catapulting himself off his stool because a mosquito the size of his thumbnail flew at him.
“Shoo!”
“Don’t shoo it this way!” Zhou Mi said, standing with his paper plate at the ready to knock down any invaders. By the time they doused their fire they were elbow to elbow, and had finally stopped jumping every time the fire snapped.
“This is nice,” Zhou Mi said in the dark, squeezing Kyuhyun’s shoulder.
“I’m on a root. Or a rock.”
So the ended up squeezed together, which was nice, too.
“Forest noises are weird,” Kyuhyun whispered after moment.
It would probably be a miracle if they didn’t end up sleeping in the car before morning.
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Prompt: Qmi getting frisky in business class while everyone else is asleep :D Smut!
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There had been a time when pushing away advances had seemed like the right thing to do. No one would notice that way, no one would stare. The advantage of traveling in a big group was that there was usually a little insulated bubble around them, and even more so after concerts after the adrenaline dropped, and everyone was passed out.
But Kyuhyun could be very persuasive, leaning over the armrest between them. He knew how to time it perfectly, the last pass by of anyone official for at least a half an hour, and Kyuhyun was nearly in his lap wigging until they were both half in the seat. The quicker, the quieter, the better. Zhou MI gasped into the blanket pulled up to his chin, a magazine in one hand that was their “excuse.” He was supposed to watch out for anyone waking up or coming by, which was unsurprisingly hard to do with Kyuhyun’s hand in his pants. And he eventually lost control, with Kyuhyun’s lips against his neck.
And he didn’t get even get to catch his breath before Kyuhyun was guiding his hand where he wanted it instead, his moans unvoiced on panted breaths as Zhou Mi stroked him quickly.
By the time anyone was by, Kyuhyun was already stretched out in his own seat, fast asleep, and Zhou Mi had returned from a cleaning mission to the bathroom.
He’d only grinned at Kyuhyun’s slack face while going by a little.
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Prompt: QMi fall asleep beside each other and wake up with Kyu cuddled up to Mi ^^ Bonus if someone barges in the room and catches KoalaKyu :3
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All Kyuhyun really remembered when he stretched out beside Zhou Mi was that he was tired. He had his laptop at first, valiantly going from both eyes open, to two. His main goal was outlasting Zhou Mi, since he knew Zhou Mi had to be as tired as he was. It was near to the point that he needed a toothpick to keep one eyelid open, feeling like he was dreaming with his eyes open as they burned as he tried to read something incredibly dry and un-stimulating.
And then he saw Zhou MI’s hand fall and twitch, the book he’d been reading closed on the bed on the other side.
“Finally,” he breathed, shutting his laptop silently and putting it on the side table. And he felt like a man on a mission when he finally got his eyes closed, the bed comfortable, the air perfectly warm.
The bed was moving, he realized, when he half woke. Not only just beside him, since he couldn’t move his arm to smack Zhou Mi into stopping him, but under his face and right up against him. It made him trickle closer to consciousness, blinking at the neck he was inches away from and realizing he wasn’t holding some unnaturally warm body pillow. Zhou Mi was on his side, and so was Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun had an arm and a leg over Zhou Mi - it was a miracle he could move at all - holding on like he was a tree that was going to move away.
“Are you awake?” he whispered, wondering if he’d be able to get out of it without anyone knowing.
His hopes were dashed when Zhou Mi patted his hand.
“You’re warm,” Kyuhyun muttered. And Zhou Mi smelled nice, too, if he was going to be honest about it.
The door burst open.
“Ryeowook made breakfast!”
Kyuhyun’s head lifted from behind Zhou Mi’s, frozen and still wrapped around him as Donghae gaped, then grinned.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” Donghae stage whispered, laughing to himself as he went back out the door.
“He’s going to tell everyone-“ Kyuhyun just started saying, when Donghae’s shout confirmed it.
Zhou Mi started shaking in laughter, and Kyuhyun couldn’t even knee him because they were too close. He settled on blowing raspberries into the back of Zhou Mi’s neck. He probably should’ve been mad about Donghae barging in, but. He was still too comfortable for that.
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