[Fic] Assessment - 1/1
Prompt: Assessment
Pairings: gen, Xiumin/Lay, Kai/D.O, Baekhyun/Kai, Sehun/D.O, Sehun/Lay, Sehun/Xiumin/Kai, D.O/Xiumin/Kai, Lay/Chen, Chanyeol/D.O, Lay/D.O, Baekhyun/Lay, Taemin/Kai, Sehun/Kai
Rating: Up to NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, sex swap, hybrid, ABO
Summary: 29 various prompts, detailed in the prompts
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Prompt: hi! could I ask for jongin turning into a puppy (like an actual one) and the members trying to cope? (Props if jongin nibbles on the members who always tease him!)
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One by one they filed in, gawking, murmuring. The puppy nosed his way out of the arm hole of the shirt that was ensconcing him, sniffing the air in the direction of the people gathered around them. They smelled like him, familiar, home. Some, quite frankly, just smelled.
“Did he get a dog?” one of them asked, and what a funny voice he had, making the puppy wriggle out a little further, the shirt sleeve trapped around his ribs.
Joonmyun - it was Joonmyun - who stepped forward, all knees and eye mask plastered to his forehead. “Jongin?”
And Jongin woofed back at him, because that what puppies did.
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“I’m not touching his underwear,” Sehun said, as they lifted the clothes like it was going to have Jongin falling out of them. Joonmyun already had the dog in his arms, stroking the sleek black fur as the little tail whipped back and forth.
“What a good joke that would be, leaving a dog in his clothes.”
“I don’t know if it’s a joke,” Joonmyun said, and some of them laughed. “No, really. Look.”
The line of a scar, white hairs growing where dark should be, an injury each of them had seen Jongin get across his shoulder, and Jongin’s ears flopped out like bat ears as Joonmyun cuddled him onto his back. There was a mole, just there on his belly, another inside his ear.
“Jongin?” Kyungsoo wondered, and Jongin perked up, huffing and sniffing at Kyungsoo’s fingers.
When Sehun did the same, Jongin started to chew on him.
They didn’t think Joonmyun was quite as wrong any more.
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Jongin loved the music, barking wildly and racing past their feet to wriggle and prance and race to his next position, whirling and chasing his tail and falling down, growling as he chomped until the song changed and he raced right back up as though he was trying to dance. Tao tried to tease him with food and found Jongin chewing on one of his shoes, and Jongdae yelped because he tried to keep Jongin from his toy and had a growling ball of puppy landing on his balls. Jongin slept on Kyungsoo’s knee, effectively begged Joonmyun for food, and howled as Yixing played guitar. He slept on different pillows, snorting wetly into their necks as they tried to hide being down one man and up one puppy.
“This would be the worst joke ever, if it was a joke,” Chanyeol grumbled, smuggling Jongin out in a coat so he could do his business in the grass. “Poop already!”
Jongin just wanted to smell what all the other dogs had left behind before him.
But he wasn’t a dog, he was a person. He put his head all sadly on his paws and whimpered until he got a cuddle, like he knew they were discussing what to do with him, without him.
“We miss you,” Joonmyun murmured, falling asleep under a warm blanket on the floor with his head pressed against the puppy’s back.
And he woke up to skin. Lots of skin, and groans, and realized his head was pillowed on someone’s ass.
“Jongin!”
Chanyeol groaned from the other room. “Did he pee on the couch again?”
Jongin blushed. And grinned.
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Prompt: girl!xiulay uni!au? <3
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Minseok couldn’t see every inch of Yixing’s collarbones, which was good since it was freezing outside and there was still snow coming down to add to the inches already built up around their feet. She’d had half a moment to imagine chucking a snowball at Yixing but making Yixing colder when her nose was already red and her hair was dusted in snow.
“We should go sledding,” Minseok announced, and used both mittened hands to wrap around one of Yixing’s. Thankfully she was wearing gloves, even if her coat wasn’t all zipped. “They should just give us a sledding day. No classes, no essays, just fun.”
“Because that will help you with the rest of your life,” Yixing observed, and Minseok tsked, blowing snow at Yixing’s fuzzy earmuffs.
“I know.” Surely their professor wouldn’t mind them for one class, not when it was cold and beautiful outside and if they turned just right it was just quiet and snow and that was all. And students shrieking somewhere distant while holding some epic snow battle, but that ruined her imagining.
“You’re making me feel cold just looking at you,” Minseok said, and her idea for building a snow castle while they waited was abandoned in favor of unwinding most of her scarf and pulling Yixing in, winding it around both of them and using herself as a windbreak against Yixing’s chest.
All she could see was Yixing’s dimple peeking like that was what she’d wanted anyway, and she pressed her cold cheek against Yixing’s neck as they swayed together. They’d sat beside each other, the first day of their second semester, and Yixing had smiled at her. It hadn’t been cold then, but as Minseok squeezed Yixing tighter, she was just a little bit glad it was then.
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Prompt: cute freshman roommates sehun and kai talking about how dreamy their RA minseok is
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The first mandatory hall meeting was just rules, rules, rules, and Sehun checked out mentally ten minutes in. Jongin had apparently listened, because he had a firmer grasp on what had happened, but they hadn’t really known each other that well at that point, sitting in different areas. Of course, that changed, considering they had a class together, and it was the last one of their day. So they ended up going to eat a lot, or study, or bemoan the professor and his torturous idea of readings and homework.
The second hall meeting, that was so much different, because for one, it wasn’t mandatory; they went because they didn’t have anything better to do. They spent the first five minutes subtly wrestling for space on the seat they’d chosen.
And then Sehun actually looked at their RA. Really looked. They’d met briefly while Sehun got his key, but he’d been full of nerves and having to rush to get all of his things into the room. The first hall meeting obviously was a waste, but not that night.
Minseok. It was Minseok, and he laughed, scooting his butt onto the edge of a table and Sehun squeaked. Just a little.
“What is it?” Jongin hissed, and grunted when Sehun elbowed him. And then he had the nerve to laugh at Sehun when Sehun told him why after.
“Seriously, did you not notice? Half the girls are sweet on him. I think they get packages delivered just to go to office hours.”
“They do not! Seriously?” Sehun paused. What could he possibly buy- Or maybe he could just send a package to himself.
“You could just drop by and say hi and that you wanted to just introduce yourself better,” Jongin said. And then smirked. “That’s what I did. He’s really cute.”
“I’m pretty sure hooking up with your RA is some violation of conduct,” Sehun said.
“Is there a rule against imagining it or getting to know him?”
Sehun scowled. “You just weren’t going to tell me how cute he was? Keeping him to yourself!”
“I thought maybe you just couldn’t se-ee-“
And in the ensuing pillow battle, Jongin was defeated.
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Prompt: KaiSoo and rushed going down on each other backstage?
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They had a plan to it. Neither of them wanted it to be about the one who got off quickest going last, because even if it came with flattery, well. They just didn’t want that to be the case. So the person who got sucked off first was the hardest. And if they had to make a call because they couldn’t decide who was harder, then the oldest. That was Kyungsoo’s reason for smirking, sinking hard between Jongin’s lips and pumping when Jongin was ready and not moving quick enough. He got the pleasure of those lips, perfect for it, and Jongin’s eager tongue. But it was the sounds Jongin made that got him off quicker, the eager little grunts like he couldn’t believe he was getting to suck Kyungsoo off and he was enjoying every moment of it. It made it hard to resist that, hissing and gripping Jongin’s head and coming as deep as Jongin could take him. And then he was yanking at Jongin’s shirt, getting him up, staring at Jongin’s mouth - still smeared with come and getting on his knees. Jongin had kept himself hard for Kyungsoo, thoughtful since by his own estimation they had three minutes, tops. So he pulled out his trump card, not bothering with sweet things like licking or gentle sucking. No, he wet his lips and pulled Jongin in and felt Jongin’s butt tighten against his hands as Kyungsoo swallowed around him. Not deep enough, he took Jongin even further, sucking hard, swallowing around him, humming high in his throat as his tongue thrashed and Jongin made some higher-pitched whimper just before Kyungsoo swallowed Jongin’s come, too.
Jongin just watched while Kyungsoo straightened them both up, wiping clean Jongin’s lips and kissing him for a long moment.
“Coming,” he said, as a knock sounded on the door. He grinned at Jongin, and turned. Or rather, already came.
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Prompt: Girl!KaiBaek as roommates and friends-with-benefits. Kai has trouble sleeping when she's stressed. Baekhyun knows some alternative ways to relax her.
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Baekhyun looked too slim and gorgeous, kneeling on the bed naked with her hair spilling down her back, facing the headboard with her wrists in cuffs that were affixed to the wall above her.
“Hi baby,” she said, and pressed herself up against Baekhyun’s back and reaching around to cup her breasts. They felt heavy in her hands and that was all that mattered as Baekhyun grunted at her. Baekhyun had been horrible lately, teasing. She’d left the house without panties the day before, flashing Jongin and walking out and leaving Jongin to imagining running after her and sliding under some table and eating her out before her train arrived. Of course, she hadn’t, because she’d had to finish getting ready to go to work, too. It just meant she’d gone to work wet and mostly frustrated.
Baekhyun tilted her head back and moaned as Jongin kissed along her neck, getting her fingers wet and squeezing Baekhyun’s nipples until they were tender and peaked and good enough to eat. She’d spent hours sucking those nipples, almost making Baekhyun come just from that once. Gorgeous and horny, which was more often than it wasn’t when it came to Baekhyun.
“I can hear how wet you are,” Jongin laughed as Baekhyun shifted. Her thighs were all spread and inviting and Jongin slid her fingers through the trimmed hair there and just cupped her, moving her hand back and forth without giving much friction but making Baekhyun whimper as they could both hear the wet slide. Jongin let her fingertips tease, but she didn’t let her fingers slide in just yet, instead moving back up and rubbing a wide circle around Baekhyun’s clit.
“How badly do you want to come, baby,” Jongin whispered, like that was a hard question. The answer usually was on a scale of desperation, Baekhyun’s clit quivering against her fingertips and ready to spasm in ultimate reward.
“Jongin, you’re killing me.”
“Good, you deserve it,” she laughed, loving how wet Baekhyun was, how slick and soft she was to touch, sliding her fingers back and forth, teasing until Baekhyun was squirming and trying to hump her hand. Usually she wasn’t the one giving all the orders but sometimes Baekhyun drove her to it, her smile gleeful that Jongin wanted that much. It should’ve been wrong, but it was so, so right.
Baekhyun inhaled softly at the sound of vibration started up. Oh, they had several, but the one Jongin had was a small one, meant mostly for teasing and foreplay than anything else. But Baekhyun was so wet, so sensitive, Jongin wondered just how long she could last. She hummed into Baekhyun’s shoulder, running the vibrator down Baekhyun’s arm and making her shiver as it almost tickled her. She skimmed it over the curves of Baekhyun’s breasts, between them and around, skimming the edges of her nipples and watching them tighten against the barrage of feelings. She could feel Baekhyun’s pussy working against her fingertips and that made her happy, too. The vibrator sat forgotten for a long moment as Jongin reached for her final toy, little coated clamps that fixed onto both of Baekhyun’s hard nipples. Baekhyun moaned after the first one and hissed at the second. They’d been set not to squeeze too tight, but then again, she didn’t want them falling off either. She knew the cool chain between the clamps was making Baekhyun’s belly tighten, and Jongin picked up the vibrator again, getting a moan as she touched it briefly to both clamps and making them rattle, and then running it down Baekhyun’s belly.
“Oh fuck, Jongin.”
She had to keep herself from laughing, from squirming, wet from the feel of Baekhyun’s body and the scent of her arousal and anticipation. She pressed the vibrator to the tendons inside Baekhyun’s thighs, rubbing it over and above her clit, just far enough so the vibrations couldn’t reach. And she used it as she had her fingers, running a soft sweet line around Baekhyun’s clit and through the wet throbbing between.
And with the vibrator buzzing just below Baekhyun’s clit, that was when Jongin nudged three fingers into her, feeling the stretch of Baekhyun’s pussy around her, the way eased because Baekhyun was deliciously wet. She curled her fingers toward Baekhyun’s belly and began a quick rub and grind, making Baekhyun’s hips dance for her, the chain of the clamps rattling as Baekhyun’s breasts swayed and her moans began to stutter. And then, only then, did Jongin touch the vibrator to Baekhyun’s clit, letting it rumble there as Baekhyun gasped, and strained and gripped her fingers so tight that it made Jongin moan, staring up at Baekhyun’s curled fingers for a moment before she sank her teeth into the soft skin just below Baekhyun’s neck. And Baekhyun’s whole body drew up, shaking for a moment as she held herself against the vibrator, and Baekhyun wailed, convulsing as she came and almost dislodging Jongin’s fingers and the vibrator both. The whimpers were almost cute, the little aftershocks squeezing around her as Jongin kept the vibrator against her.
The force of it had even knocked off one of the clamps, and Jongin removed the other, letting her nipples relax for a while at least.
Baekhyun pressed her head against Jongin’s.
“That was amazing. Oh fuck. I thought was going to pass out. It just wouldn’t stop.”
Just the way she’d wanted it. Maybe it was rewarding Baekhyun for her teasing, but Jongin got a lot out of it, too, licking her fingers clean while she got ready for her next plan.
“Lift up a bit,” she said, bumping at Baekhyun’s thighs. It gave her a little more room and Jongin grabbed the other vibrator, rolling onto her back and scooting under Baekhyun like the world’s most horny mechanic.
But oh, the view was better, and so was the smell, and the taste. Baekhyun stared down at her, shocked as Jongin kissed her thighs and nuzzled up against her. If she was going to get off with Baekhyun all tied up, then she was going to do it in her favorite place in the world. And she ate Baekhyun out to the time of the vibrator’s strong pulses, licking her from pussy to clit and making Baekhyun shudder as she wiggled against Jongin’s face.
“Jongin. Jongin. Ohhhh.”
She didn’t even have to turn the vibrator on high, because when she came, she saw stars, her tongue buried in Baekhyun’s pussy and Baekhyun shaking apart above her. And if one was good, she figured two would be better.
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Prompt: sehun/kyungsoo sehun in pink panties wanting his boyfriends attention
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Sehun was not subtle about it, his pants pulled down low and bending over at times when he knew Kyungsoo could see. And even then, Kyungsoo had missed it the first time, and thought it was a normal waistband the second. But then, then he caught the hint of lace above the sheen and the way that Sehun’s eyelids were low as he waited for Kyungsoo to understand.
“What do you want?” he wondered, pressing up against Sehun’s chest and teasing his fingers under the back of Sehun’s waistband. “You want me to suck you while you’re wearing these?”
The way Sehun’d breath hitched gave him a clue. He suspected he could’ve listed any number of things and gotten the same reaction, but it was a place to start. He tugged at the button on Sehun’s jeans, pulling out on the zipper to keep from catching the delicate cloth and watching Sehun’s cock finish rising against it. He pulled the jeans down just barely to mid-thigh and backed Sehun onto the couch. It kept him from spreading his legs much but his cock was framed so nicely, a straight bulge beneath the pink silk. He kissed Sehun through it, wriggling into the space between his thighs and keeping his lips wet as he nuzzled and worried with his mouth until the cloth from his balls to the waistband was wet from Kyungsoo’s mouth and from the wet of Sehun’s cock. He wanted to see Sehun come in those panties, watch come spread wet inside of them as Sehun moaned. But he lifted the waistband instead, tilting his head so he could lick at the head of Sehun’s cock. He rubbed at Sehun through the cloth, sucking at him as Sehun tried not to grab at him, his breath hitching at every swirl of Kyungsoo’s tongue. He just kept sucking, until Sehun’s thighs were clenching, until his belly was tight and his breathing ragged. And he stroked Sehun through the panties as Sehun shuddered, coming against Kyungsoo’s tongue and his lips and his own belly as his cock rested, twitching beneath pink silk.
And Kyungsoo smiled when he ran his fingers through the droplets of come, and Sehun opened his lips and sucked his fingers clean.
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Prompt: Are you accepting prompts? I'm having an aaaawful week, can I have something fluffy where yixing is a literal angel? ;^; not picky about pairs, thanks a loooot<3
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Sehun had found Yixing at a club stealing a drunk guy’s keys. Or, more than found, really Sehun had helped Yixing to the exit after people had tried to hit on him, and had stood and watched stupefied as the keys just appeared in Yixing’s hands. Magic wasn’t real, he was pretty sure of that. And Yixing had been kind enough to assure Sehun of that, too. But he hadn’t really been sure angels were real either, not dressed in black and green. His human outfit, to blend in, Yixing explained. And in his human clothes, it had taken Sehun’s coat to get him to a normal temperature.
He’d known Sehun’s name before Sehun had told him, and the guy’s keys were left at the bar while he was dispatched home in a taxi.
He’d never been involved in saving someone quite like that before. Yixing, on a mostly deserted street and draped in his jacket.
“Do you have to wait until he’s sober to go back?”
Apparently there might’ve been more people there in need of help, which was how Sehun spent half a night on a bench with an angel leaning against him, occasionally helping people on their way.
He half wondered if it was going to be like some kind of vampire movie, Yixing disappearing when the sun rose or something. But when Sehun woke, groggy at almost noon and stumbling out of his bedroom to see, he found Yixing sitting in one of his chairs, his cheek against it as he smiled up at Sehun.
“Good morning,” Yixing said.
It hadn’t been a dream, and though he’d wondered if Yixing could leave, if he’d wanted to, he’d always been glad that he hadn’t.
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Prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk_au9PUntQ kaisoo au
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All Jongin knew was that he had to continue on. It was not because he knew the way, or that the stones or the dark were familiar to him, but the thread beneath his fingertips gave him confidence. But he still paused, hearing something in the silence beyond the rush of distant water. That voice, he knew it, he knew the song. The miner. The miner was there, and that was a way they could save everyone.
And the thread stopped, caught between rocks, in a wall that couldn’t be passed, with the singing beyond.
“Can you hear me?” Jongin called. “It’s Jongin.”
And he scowled to hear himself referred to as the little prince because he was not little, and he was taller, too.
“Push against the stone, here where I’m talking. Keep pushing!”
Maybe only Jongin had faith, but he watched as the stone shuddered and with one last push, fell. Kyungsoo’s face was smeared with dust, squinting against the light of Jongin’s lantern.
“How did you find me?”
“Magic,” Jongin said. “We have to find a way to stop them. This way.”
“But you can’t-“
Kyungsoo’s argument faded when Jongin slipped past him, into the room Kyungsoo had been in, and to a ledge above that the thread shone sweetly past.
Kyungsoo jumped to join him, and Jongin took his hand, holding tightly as they traveled deeper into the caves.
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Prompt: 24.Exploring one another’s bodies xiukai or sexiukai
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Jongin had a thing, an oral thing, which wasn’t so bad really. It was just distracting, Minseok gasping against Sehun’s mouth when Jongin’s lips closed around his nipple and moments later, he felt Sehun’s rumble when Jongin’s lips wrapped around Sehun’s cock.
“Not fair,” Minseok said, tugging at Jongin’s hair.
But all that did was make Jongin moan as he sucked and it pretty much ruined Sehun for anything else but running his hands through Minseok’s hair as Minseok kissed against his chest and nibbled across his collarbones until Jongin pulled away and left Sehun’s cock wet and hard against his belly.
“Jealous?” he asked, and Minseok sniffed, and hissed as Jongin turned him, pressing him back against Sehun’s chest and settling into his lap with Sehun’s cock pressing against his balls.
“Jealous,” Minseok began, all but melting as Sehun began to kiss against his neck almost in time to the kisses Jongin was laying against his thighs. Jongin had two cocks, then, puling on Minseok’s with his fingers and sucking gently before switching to Sehun’s, and back again. Minseok braced himself back against Sehun, rubbing his hands against Sehun’s arms as Jongin tried to undo them both. The way they were, the fact that he could feel Sehun tensing against him, his hips lifting as Jongin sucked Sehun’s cock, it made him moan to imagine Sehun inside of him. And then his eyes crossed going further, imagining Sehun fucking him while Jongin sucked his cock. Or while he sucked Jongin’s cock, he didn’t care. Minseok moaned imagining it, lifting Sehun’s hand and sucking two of his fingers into his mouth, blowing them in time with Jongin’s swollen lips until Sehun shuddered behind him and came in Jongin’s mouth.
“Jongin, fuck,” he moaned, and Minseok agreed, moaning around Sehun’s fingers and watching with hungry eyes as come slide down Jongin’s chin and Jongin swallowed Minseok’s cock. Minseok sucked furiously on Sehun’s fingers, gripping Sehun’s wrists and gurgling at the scrape of teeth against his neck. His back bowed and Jongin moaned around him, swallowing hard and fast as Sehun’s hand pulled away, wet, letting Minseok curse as his hips twisted and when he came, his whole body was reduced to the pleasure of Jongin’s mouth.
But he relaxed back, his chest heaving and his head against Sehun’s as Jongin stood and jerked himself off. It looked like Jongin was the one who was most pleased looking down at how wrecked they were as he came all over them.
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Prompt: kaisoo are ace biffs who cuddle a lot <3
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“Are you incapable of choosing a movie without considering every movie ever made?” Kyungsoo asked, already secure in his spot with his drink and his food, and Jongin was still all leaned forward, scrolling through the recommended movies like he was trying not to go to war.
“It’s two hours of my life I’m investing, so I want to be sure.”
Kyungsoo just mocked him, pulling him back and pulling Jongin against him.
“Okay, count of three, whatever you land on, we watch?”
“Do I get a veto?”
Kyungsoo sighed. “One, for you and me. Okay. One. Two. Three.”
It was an action movie. They considered each other and finally nodded. They could live with that. Of course that just meant he had Jongin rooting against him for the most comfortable spot through the studio information, and only finally settling as the movie got started with a literal bang. Luckily Jongin had gotten settled before he’d pushed Kyungsoo into the other room, head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder and…
And stealing his drink, Kyungsoo saw with a frown, dragging it back and drinking himself while they watched some very unfortunate events.
He’d just make Jongin get up to get more in a while, but not then, as he leaned his head against Jongin’s.
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Prompt: HunXing : yixing in black hair is very sweet guy, especially at night times. Sehun loves her man in black. But when yixing get his hair colored into blonde, sehun must think of her choice twice.. Would you write this? (Fem!sehun)
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When they’d met, Yixing’s hair had been dark, but that hadn’t been what had caught Sehun’s interest. It was probably his smile first, then his personality, and things about his body, his hands. But she liked sliding her fingers through his hair when he kissed her, or when he was sleeping against her.
Especially when he was sleeping against her.
He’d been talking about a change in his hair, and for whatever reason, Sehun thought he meant a hair cut. What actually happened was her bed was cold while he got his hair all finished, because he wouldn’t let her see it until it was done, and he didn’t even have the good sense to tell her to stay seated when he walked in.
It was not a small change.
“What is that?”
It was soft and it was…yellow. No, gold. Soft and gold and sort of fluffy and Sehun went from wanting to have a seat to being right on top of him trying to touch.
“You look like you saw a ghost,” Yixing teased. “Do you not like it?”
“It’s…different.”
It felt like his hair. He still winced when she tugged on it.
“It’s going to take a little getting used to?” Sehun mused. Maybe more than she thought, but then, it was Yixing, and he preened a little bit when she touched it which was the cutest thing ever. So maybe it wasn’t going to take long at all.
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Prompt: I had a prompt but all I could think of that I wanted was KaiSoo angst. Very angsty. Leaving each other angsty.
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They packed separately, which was an exercise in passive aggressive behavior anyway because when Kyungsoo would take away several boxes and leave some of Jongin’s belongings that had mixed in with his in a pile, he would return back to find his own belongings haphazardly piled in a corner. Like Kyungsoo’s things were just as unimportant to Jongin as he was. Oh, that was unfair, but that fight that had precipitated the moving out had been gruesome in a way that Kyungsoo, who was used to having it out with his feelings, had been left bare by.
Jongin was staying. He kept most of the furniture, leaving a cold, plain little white envelope with some kind of compensation for it. Their shared life, down to some bank notes, and chunks of Kyungsoo’s life coming away with him in bags and boxes.
He wondered if they were going to see each other again before Kyungsoo had fully moved out, or if that was just…it. Kyungsoo didn’t know what he’d say, remembered things he shouldn’t have said, remembered his hands on Jongin’s shoulders, the shove Jongin had given him.
The text he’d sent, telling Jongin he was moving out, and the text he’d gotten in return - the last communication he’d gotten at all - that had told him the hours Jongin would be gone so that Kyungsoo could get his things when Jongin wasn’t there.
He’d bought Jongin that magnet, that pillow, that book, and he left those things. He left some of the gifts that Jongin threw into the pile in the corner, too, because those weren’t his any more. Neither was Jongin.
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Prompt: ace kyungsoo adopts hybrid xiukai and yes minseok likes their new owner but the best thing might be uninterrupted time with jongin in a big bed
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There weren’t a lot of rules, really, and that was one of the best parts. They got to feel like it was their home, too, not just a place Kyungsoo was allowing them to stay. And Kyungsoo knew, too, from before he had taken them home that there was attraction between them. So they were all nervous and eager and riding the first wave of fondness when Kyungsoo laid down the law:
“If you make a wet spot in the bed, change the sheets.”
As demands went, that wasn’t bad. Which they realized meant that if they rolled around together all day, every day, Kyungsoo didn’t mind. What made them happy, that was what he wanted. And that was something they took advantage of immediately, possibly almost too much the first few days when Kyungsoo was out. When Kyungsoo was there, he would sometimes nap against them, or let them cuddle him, and sometimes nuzzling kisses. They did not roll around in Kyungsoo’s bed while he was gone to exclude him, but it gave them more time together like that, being close, though with Kyungsoo knowing that had he a want, he was welcome.
Minseok would ease into the room sometimes to find Jongin napping with his head on Kyungsoo’s leg, and Kyungsoo absently stroking through Jongin’s hair. They were his. They were his and Minseok curled beside them, inhaling against Kyungsoo’s shoulder, and letting himself relax.
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Prompt: could you do the first time hybrid au xiukai have sex and how kyungsoo cuddles them afterwards [;s pls
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The bed was a storm of purrs after Kyungsoo left them, almost braining them with a tube of lube in case. He’d been laughing at them, they thought, but he had things to do, things that didn’t include hanging around while his two cat hybrids got naked with his blessing. They put a blanket down before they got back into the bed for easier cleaning, and Minseok was mewling as Jongin kissed against his throat, their hips rubbing together. It wasn’t the first time they’d touched, but it felt so good and Jongin’s moan rumbled as Minseok rolled him and rubbed along his thighs. They were purring, writhing, stroking, Minseok inside of Jongin, Jongin inside of Minseok, gasping, coming. Minseok gasped Jongin’s name and Jongin shuddered, flopping on him like he was dead, though his thundering heart said otherwise.
When Kyungsoo came back in, two pairs of eyes raised above the edge of the blanket and turned toward him, one pair more sleepy than the other, and Kyungsoo half laughed, pulling back the edge of the blanket and pausing.
“Anything I have to be concerned about over here?” he asked, and they shook their heads, having cleaned up before going back to snuggling.
So Kyungsoo slipped into bed behind Minseok, pressing his mouth against Minseok’s shoulder and reaching out to stroke against Jongin’s ear and hair. Minseok turned against Kyungsoo, and Jongin against him, and together, like that, they were content.
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Prompt: Aaaah Coley! I'm really sick right now (you can probably tell who I am from timeline lol) and if/when you're not too busy something cute with Yixing/anyone would be very very appreciated~ thanks!!
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Yixing was the one person in the universe who was the most fun to surprise. Whether it was with a birthday party (oh, the look on his face when it started to dawn on him), or with a touch, or a hug, or a gift, it didn’t matter to Jongdae. It all thrilled him, the way it was processed, the way Yixing started to smile, the way he turned to Jongdae to share the excitement of it. The way he kissed Jongdae in thanks, curled his arms around him. Or, when it was not as nice a surprise like Jongdae huffing on his neck, even the way that Yixing squirmed and elbowed him was appealing.
Yixing knew they were headed toward the coast, but a mile out, Jongdae had had Yixing put on a blindfold so that he wouldn’t see exactly where they were going. Yixing was good natured about it, still chatting away, singing with the radio, even with his eyes covered. And Jongdae was careful to lead him, his hand tight around Yixing’s as he led Yixing to his surprise.
It was a boat, a small yacht he guessed, and he led Yixing onto it. The breeze ruffled their hair, and Jongdae stopped, still holding Yixing’s hand.
“Happy anniversary,” he said, tugging off the blindfold and watching Yixing blink at the table that was set, gleaming, with the sun setting in the distance and water stretching out in front of them. Food, that was still on its way, but it wasn’t far off from being delivered. Yixing had said once, he’d wanted to have dinner on the water. Well, they’d have that, and the cabin below was theirs for the night, too. Jongdae got caught up in that dimple, Yixing’s hand tightening almost painfully on his.
“We’re not eating the napkins, I promise,” Jongdae said, and pulled Yixing close.
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Prompt: Could I ask for KaiSoo where Kyunsoo fucks Jongin over the hood of that pretty blue Lamborghini he's driving at the start of the Call Me Baby MV?
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The metal was cool when his cock brushed against it but it wasn’t enough cool his lust. Kyungsoo had been insistent, his tongue in Jongin’s mouth, his hand in Jongin’s hair, as he fought open Jongin’s pants. He was the reason Jongin was hard, why Jongin was slick, why Jongin was braced and moaning into the glossy paint as Kyungsoo fingered him.
“I think we should get sheets that color. You look good on that,” Kyungsoo said, and Jongin shot him a dirty look over his shoulder. Less talking, more fucking. Sure, they were alone then, but the longer they were there, the more chances they had of someone coming across the locked door and wondering why.
Jongin’s legs stretched and screamed as he braced himself against the car as Kyungsoo pushed into him. Finally. He felt like he was rumbling for the car instead as Kyungsoo worked him, stroking his hips and thighs and driving their hips together. His palms were slick against the car and he grimaced, his shoes scooting on the ground as Kyungsoo moved even faster. It was Kyungsoo’s grunts and the way he gripped Jongin’s hips and how filthy and right it felt to be bent over like that, taken against that gorgeous car. Kyungsoo snarled, burying himself and coming as Jongin shuddered, his breath ghosting the metal and he tightened as Kyungsoo’s hand closed around his cock, riding out his orgasm and trying to drive Jongin to his own. He moaned, closing his eyes and working his hips, trying to move into that warm, fast hand. He moaned and came against the paint as Kyungsoo hissed his approval, and Jongin was pretty sure he would have just melted right onto the car’s hood and slowly slipped to the ground if Kyungsoo hadn’t pulled him up and got him all tucked back into his pants.
“She’s been christened,” Kyuhyun chuckled against his neck. And well.
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Prompt: You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious chansoo au pls
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It was comforting, kind of, to know he wasn’t going to get jostled and end up thirty people back when some people were prone to cutting and he was just really tired of having to squeeze through people to try and stay up. Chanyeol probably would’ve ripped his arm off if someone had tried to get them apart, the way he gripped Kyungsoo’s hand. Then again, he was usually the one leading the charge and pulling Chanyeol along like a sail and that usually helped people realize they weren’t going to get split up short of a truck backing between them.
But it wasn’t just with crowds that Kyungsoo had to motor through. Chanyeol’s fingers slid against his, palms pressing together, or sometimes just lightly tangling, and it was twenty feet from the car to a door, and almost no one there. A few passers-by to get around, but nothing like the pressing crowds.
Maybe Chanyeol thought an avalanche of people were coming. But they were in an alley the next time, and Kyungsoo was prepared to walk off on his own when Chanyeol grabbed his hand and walked with him.
He stared down to Chanyeol’s hand, and up to Chanyeol’s oblivious face.
And Chanyeol didn’t take his hand but kept a hand on his shoulder on the way back to the car, where again, maybe there was a pigeon somewhere. So it wasn’t just the people. It was something else.
Kyungsoo actually opened his mouth to ask why, when he realized that asking that would probably make Chanyeol stop. And he stared out the window the rest of the drive, flexing his fingers, as he tried to reason why he’d stopped himself. Maybe Chanyeol had gotten him used to it. He wasn’t surprised the next time Chanyeol reached for him. And he was quiet. Not saying anything, that said something, too.
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Prompt: chansoo mpreg au where kyungsoo meets his ex chanyeol who has a baby with him that could be a tiny kyungsoo doppelganger
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Chanyeol had been laughing, not something startling on him, but the way that laugh slid away, the way the smile fade and Chanyeol’s eyes widened, Kyungsoo regretted that. He’d made that smile slide before, and there had been a few times it’d been satisfying and positive, but there had been times it hadn’t. Kyungsoo swallowed just before Chanyeol did, too close to move away, but he lifted his chin as Chanyeol took a step forward, a little like he wasn’t sure Kyungsoo was there.
Chanyeol wore a sling, a few shades darker than the blue of his shirt, and for a moment, Kyungsoo didn’t know what it was for, until he saw the tiny fingers curled against Chanyeol’s chest. Chanyeol saw him looking, curling his arm under the baby like he was trying to protect the child somehow.
“It’s been a while,” Kyungsoo said, still staring at that tiny hand. Chanyeol’s? “Yours?”
“Yes, he’s mine,” Chanyeol said, and Kyungsoo was surprised as he ever was by the sound of Chanyeol’s voice. The things it made him feel.
“Congratulations,” Kyungsoo said. A boy, then. Kyungsoo didn’t reach to touch, but it took little angling to see the baby’s sleeping face. The bowed mouth, the curve of his ears.
“He’s-“ That wasn’t the shape of Chanyeol’s mouth. “You’ve been okay?”
Chanyeol nodded, relaxing almost imperceptibly, leaning in. “I’ve been okay. Mostly looking after this guy. You…?”
“Yeah, fine.” Chanyeol was fine. He had a son. That was all Kyungsoo needed to know. “Congratulations.”
That was it. That was all. The last time he’d seen Chanyeol, Chanyeol had been laughing, cozy, sleepy in their bed, almost a year ago.
Almost a year.
Kyungsoo faltered on the curb. The baby, he was a month or two old, if not more. He was bad at aging babies. Bt if that was true, then that day, when Kyungsoo left, Chanyeol had been expecting already. If the baby wasn’t Kyungsoo’s, then perhaps that was why…? But the baby hadn’t had Chanyeol’s mouth. Or his ears. He’d looked like-
Kyungsoo wheeled around, pushing back through to where he’d left Chanyeol.
/“You don’t want kids?” Chanyeol asked, tracing Kyungsoo’s chin.
“Definitely not now,” Kyungsoo had snorted./
Weeks, months before, when had he told Chanyeol that? The wary arm Chanyeol had curved under the baby. One of them had wanted kids. One of them had.
Chanyeol was half a block away by the time Kyungsoo spotted him, and Kyungsoo was out of breath, curving his fingers around Chanyeol’s wrist and stopping him. He looked at the baby again as Chanyeol stared, and he could have sworn, he couldn’t have been wrong.
“Am I supposed to be congratulating myself, too?” Kyungsoo blurted.
Chanyeol face was still as shook his arm free, pulling back on the edge of the sling, and letting Kyungsoo see fully for the first time his son.
Their son.
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Prompt: Hi, first time dropping by ^^ I really enjoy your writing and short prompt fills here!! Wanted to leave a prompt of my own~ laysoo based on http://fy-laydo.tumblr.com/post/109451083389/laysoo-never-let-go-each-other-hands class difference au? with soo as a rich boy and xing as dancer/stripper. <3<3
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The bump and grind music pulsed in the center of Kyungsoo’s chest, and he wasn’t the one with the bachelor party, or the one getting a lap dance while the rest of the guys there either jeered or drooled. There were a few straight ones, but they were good enough about it, enjoying themselves. Watching his friend wasn’t his ideal, though, so his eyes were drawn to the man dancing nearest him. He wasn’t half naked, but the tight pants and see-through shirt didn’t leave much to the imagination. The others should’ve been watching him move, too. Kyungsoo wasn’t the only one watching, though, but he didn’t care about the strangers around him. The leans, the rhythm. He had money, they all did, but the thought of wandering, of looking anywhere else, he wasn’t into it. There was a discreet place for tips, and that was where he tossed his cash, settling back, content to stay there until someone found him to tell him it was time to go home.
Or, he hoped they remembered he was actually there as he heard them laughing above the din.
The dancers moved, regrettably. The one who settled back in front of him had just as tight pants but twice as much skin, and Kyungsoo wandered to the bar, wanting to check his phone but not be tossed out for suspicion of recording.
He’d only started drinking his drink when a man in a hoodie slid onto the stool beside him.
“I don’t usually ask if someone means to give me something, but I saw you drop this in. So I just… If you meant to, thanks,” the man said, discreetly showing him the folded money.
The dancer he’d seen. No makeup, plain clothes. It embarrassed him to be called out on it, but he shook his head, focusing on his drink.
“You were the best here.”
The man looked back behind him, back toward where he’d been dancing. “Those were your friends?”
“Bachelor party. You’ve probably seen enough of those.”
The man’s lips curved again. “Yeah. Then you probably won’t be back until someone else gets married.”
It was a good deduction, and there was something like resignation in it. No more paydays, maybe. But the thanks had been genuine, and the honesty had, too. Kyungsoo thought of the man dancing, studied the edge of the hoodie’s cuff, going a bit scalloped with wear and age, and the fingers that extended beyond it. Somehow looking at those hands convinced him.
“Are you here tomorrow?” Kyungsoo asked, his brain formulating a plan, slowly. He didn’t just want to give his information out to a stranger. It was a risk, different than his normal, boring life.
“Until this time. Why?”
“Is there a good place to eat nearby?” Kyungsoo asked.
It wasn’t that he was going to go back. And he’d have been wary, had he been in the man’s position, as a dimple showed. They’d meet right there. Though when he walked out, he was already wondering if he made the right choice.
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Prompt: Laysoo smut where yixing stop/slows down mid sex to tease/kiss/touch kyungsoo *_*
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They had reached that point when Kyungsoo had begun to moan, when Yixing’s hips were beginning to crumble his control and his inhibitions were fleeing. Sometimes he was on the edge too, Kyungsoo impossibly tight, and it was just a race to see if he could get Kyungsoo off first. But Yixing licked his lips, watching Kyungsoo’s face as he slid deep and then stopped, his only movement swaying his hips side to side. Kyungsoo’s eyes flew open, his hands gripping Yixing’s shoulder blades.
“What-“
Kyungsoo moaned as Yixing kissed him, going from surprised to aggressive with it in moments, as though kissing Yixing would make Yixing start to move. It made him want to, pleasure shooting down his spine as Kyungsoo’s nails dug into his skin and he sucked at Yixing’s bottom lip. Kyungsoo was trying to rock them, wanting more friction, and Yixing stroked one of Kyungsoo’s thighs, feeling himself throb at Kyungsoo’s urgent moans. He pressed his mouth to Kyungsoo’s neck and sucked as their hips jostled together, stroking over Kyungsoo’s chest, over his belly, and feeling Kyungsoo’s gasp as Yixing’s fingers curled around him.
“Yixing,” Kyungsoo moaned, and his thighs fell wide
Yixing shuddered and couldn’t take the tease any longer, starting with a couple of quick, shallow thrusts and accelerating until they had slipped far past the edge they’d been at before, gasps punctuated by slick sounds, moans, Kyungsoo’s demands, the rattle of the bed frame, and the shudder of Kyungsoo’s body as he stiffened up and came. Yixing grimaced against Kyungsoo’s collarbone, not trying to hold back but to get there, so close, so close. That time pressing deep wasn’t to tease, but to come, eyes unfocused as he let himself go.
Kyungsoo called him evil. He couldn’t have been more pleased.
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Prompt: fem!xiulay run rival companies, one day they meet unexpectedly when out clubbing with friends and can't ignore the sexual tension
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Minseok wasn’t sure she would’ve recognized Yixing, not with the sleek ponytail, the faint trace of glitter on her skin. That, and there was the necklace that draped down over her chest, which added up to too many things for her imagination to get a hold on, or to imagine reaching for. Yixing was with others, too, women Minseok didn’t know, and didn’t notice until she’d been face to face with Yixing, bracing and trying not to fall right into her. Though she’d wanted to to just sink right in, for a moment. At least until they’d recognized each other, and Yixing had gone from tracing the lines of Minseok’s halter top to drawing back a little, reserved.
Even if their companies were rivals, there was still some intersection. But Minseok had typically met with Yixing’s underlings or lawyers, or met her in more formal situations. There was more the urge to compete between them than malice, and the thought of that had Minseok smiling and biting her bottom lip, leaning in before Yixing had the chance to make an excuse to move away.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Minseok asked.
She was first. Even if she’d imagined Yixing checking her out, even if Yixing refused, she was first.
Maybe it was a little bit of a challenge, too, but it was one that Yixing took up. Minseok led her to part of the bar that was sheltered from the pulse of the dance floor, snagging seats right up against the polished wood. The drink that Yixing got was as vivid yellow as Minseok’s was orange, and Minseok sighed, letting the taste of mango and liquor wash through her.
“Have you been here before?” she asked.
“Once, briefly,” Yixing said. “One of my friends is getting married, so we’re out investigating possible party venues for before.”
The way she said it made it sound like she was doubting that the club stood up to that challenge, and it made Minseok laugh, trying to shove her hair back over her shoulder as it slid down, and again catching Yixing’s eyes watching her do that.
“I’ve been here a few times. It’s close, and the drinks are good, so if we get a little tipsy we can at least totter home somehow.”
Ah, there was the famous smile, the dimple peeking Yixing reacted to that mental image. It had Minseok leaning in, their knees brushing, getting distracted by the silver threads on the edge of Yixing’s skirt.
“We don’t get to talk much like this. It’s just nice to get away from the stress.”
“You remind me of it a little,” Yixing said, but she had turned in just a little, too. “It’s nice to know there’s a human under those prim suits.”
Minseok again had the urge to reach and toy with that dangling necklace.
“I have to be buttoned up or people start thinking of me as CEO Cleavage,” Minseok said, half gasping a laugh at the look on Yixing’s face. She didn’t want to trade her curves, but it made some things a challenge.
“I hope- Did someone actually say that to you?” Yixing shook her head. “This suits you better.”
It was possible that Yixing’s lips tasted of lemons, the sugar sprinkled at the edge of the glass. Minseok was going to reach for her arm, invite her back toward the dance floor where words wouldn’t be needed, but that was before a woman stepped up to Yixing, a hand on her shoulder and whispering into her ear.
“My friends are ready to go,” Yixing told her, and there was regret there, not just for the half-empty glass that Yixing’s fingers were stroking.
“We should do this again.”
Minseok’s arm tingled from the fingers that Yixing had skimmed along her forearm as she’d left, watching Yixing walk away and cuddling her own drink. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she hoped that Yixing thought of just what exactly she wore under those suits, and just how prim she wasn’t. She knew she had plenty to think of herself.
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Prompt: cheeky baekxing in a brothel au where senior baek has to assess newcomer yixing. he's ":/" at first because he wanted the tall hunky guy but never the less he's in for a surprise and zyx passes with flying colors. was that too detailed for a prompt? OTL
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Yixing was pretty enough. Baekhyun knew he’d be popular with their clientele who liked that kind of thing, though Baekhyun had wanted the taller one, the one who looked like he’d been chiseled from stone and ready to hold someone down. There were definitely clients who liked that, too, and would like to see that type of man submit as well. It wasn’t an interview, because if he was the world’s worst with his mouth or his hips, he was still hired. He’d just have to be tutored, and part of that would fall to Baekhyun as well.
“Show me what you’ve got,” Baekhyun said, letting his robe slide off and getting comfortable in a chair. Yixing had a mouth for it, there was no doubt about that, and the glance he sent up was amused as he began to fondle Baekhyun, his fingers slick.
“Do you like it soft? A little pain?”
Baekhyun hummed, liking the questions, liking Yixing’s fingers on him. Most of the men who touched him had a rougher sort of feel to them.
“A hint of pain,” Baekhyun said, and Yixing hummed, licking his lips. Most Yixing would see would at least be half hard from the anticipation. He fumbled a moment with the condom wrapper, but that was taken care of, too. “Have you done this much?”
Again, Yixing’s eyes were amused.
“As often as possible,” Yixing said.
Baekhyun sighed, letting the warmth of Yixing’s mouth work its magic, the pull of it, the insistence of his tongue. He was eager, probably too eager, though that could be worked on. Yixing’s nails dug into the outside of Baekhyun’s thighs and it made Baekhyun pulse, hissing. Yixing remembered. Baekhyun timed it, more or less, letting Yixing work on him, letting Yixing show him what he could do. And Baekhyun gripped the sides of the chair, unable to stop the moan, staring down at Yixing’s bobbing head and fighting not to lift his hips as he came.
He relaxed back, breathing as Yixing leaned back, tilting his head as he waited for Baekhyun’s pronouncement.
“We’ll have warm disposable cloths for the clients, to clean up after,” Baekhyun said. “Sometimes you have to go faster if they’re lagging.”
Yixing nodded as Baekhyun let out a long breath. “I understand.”
He wasn’t tentative, so that was good.
“I want to see what else you can do before I give you a pass,” Baekhyun said. He just had to give his body a minute. But Yixing grinned, his mouth swollen and red and Baekhyun realized he was looking forward to it more than he realized.
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Prompt: http://ask.fm/coleymerrin/answer/128946517622 thank you! Falling off my chair with feels ;-; can I ask for a continuation with either "bk: you may kiss me" and/or "yx: can I kiss you" sort of line in there.
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“Can I kiss you?”
Baekyun’s eyes rose from where he’d been studying Yixing’s mouth. Maybe Yixing had seen him looking, or maybe he was just into it, Baekhyun didn’t care either way.
“Some people aren’t into it,” Baekhyun said. No sense giving him false expectations. But Yixing nodded, acknowledging that. But he wasn’t backing down, and Yixing’s mouth was made for it. Some people weren’t into it, but he was.
Yixing’s mouth was warm, and he smelled of the condom lubricant, but Baekhyun kissed him back immediately. He didn’t mind the taste any more, but that taste faded as Yixing’s hand teased into is hair. Yixing kissed him like he was the one above, not Baekhyun, like all he wanted was more of Baekhyun’s mouth, more of the taste of him. Baekhyun let out a startled moan at the scrape of Yixing’s teeth against his lip, the soft smoothing of Yixing’s tongue, the curling tease of it. Baekhyun forgot, himself, everything, his hands drifting along Yixing’s arms as Yixing kissed him, touched him.
He didn’t come back to himself until he was half hard against Yixing’s fingertips, and Yixing made a sound of regret as Baekhyun pulled away. He just had to breathe for a moment, pull himself back together.
“That was well done,” Baekhyun said, and Yixing smirked up at him.
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Prompt: Congratulatory TaeKai kisses on a post-M!Countdown coffee date pls?
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They got the coffee first, racing away as soon as their managers would let them and slipping off without even one fan realizing that they’d escaped the area. They chose a place to go at random, driving around for fifteen minutes longer that was strictly necessary because it was fun to squabble over where they were going. Half the fun was just in getting there, not actually what they were getting. But that took another few minutes, flipping a coin to see who would go in, and then taking additional bets on if who went in was going to get recognized or not.
Jongin lost the coin toss, but won the bet, probably by mumbling and looking sleepy. But with drinks in hand, they went to one of the only places they could be alone, parking in a parking structure that was almost abandoned, in a place they could hear if anyone was approaching but where they couldn’t be seen. They drank their spoils, Taemin done first like he’d almost absorbed it.
“Hey,” Jongin said, putting aside his drink and reaching for Taemin’s shoulder. They sank down a little, getting closer, feeling a little safer that way. “Good job.”
The kisses were a congratulations themselves, to themselves even. They were able to keep each other close, and that counted for everything.
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Prompt: could I ask for a chansoo abo where chanyeol is afraid to ask if kyungsoo wants kids yet but kyungsoo fucks it out of him ;)
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Chanyeol was holding something back. No, Kyungsoo wasn’t psychic, but he knew.
When Chanyeol was debating to himself, his thoughts were hard and loud - a lot like Chanyeol himself was when Kyungsoo got him going.
But Kyungsoo had a way of getting information out of Chanyeol, even if Chanyeol probably would’ve protested how effective it was. It was a little evil, but also incredibly productive the few times he’d been forced to use it. He’d never used it on real secrets - even if he’d have liked to know if Chanyeol was planning a surprise party - but then again…
Chanyeol was squirming under him, and it was driving Kyungsoo wild. The thing about long legs, there was also more of them to wrap around him and Chanyeol sometimes made it hard to move, even while begging Kyungsoo for more. He’d never, ever been with someone as needy, as vocal, as prone to giving himself fully over to the sheer pleasure of it all.
Kyungsoo scraped his teeth slowly over Chanyeol’s collarbone, feeling his hips shifting with every move, and knew it was time.
“What have you been wanting to ask me?” Kyungsoo asked, and there was no reason to dance around it even as Chanyeol tried to reach for Kyungsoo’s hips and was denied. He went so tight, swallowing hard and for a moment avoiding Kyungsoo’s eyes.
“Kyungsoo-“
Chanyeol moaned as Kyungsoo almost tried to fold him over, and then he laughed, helpless not to as he cupped Kyungsoo’s neck. Kyungsoo’s hips danced a moment and Chanyeol’s eyes nearly crossed.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol gasped, and Kyungsoo raised his eyebrows.
“What is it? Or are you going to ask when we’re dead?”
“No.” Chanyeol rested his head back, breathing and trying to get his head together before tilting his head and meeting Kyungsoo’s eyes.
“When…When were you thinking about having kids? Like, soon, or…?”
Kyungsoo had wondered if that was part of the question, but hearing it was something else. Kyungsoo settled closer, pressing kisses against Chanyeol’s chin, the corner of his lips. Chanyeol wouldn’t have been asking, if he hadn’t maybe hoped for “soon.”
“We should talk about how soon,” Kyungsoo said. “As soon as we think we’re ready.”
Chanyeol gulped, nodding and tugging Kyungsoo into a kiss that had them both moaning. The conversation was tabled, Kyungsoo starting to move his hips and Chanyeol reduced to moans. They’d talk, when they could both concentrate on it. For then, all their concentration was for each other.
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Prompt: thank you for the chansoo abo, maybe a follow up where soo and chanyeol are actively trying for kids aka knotting extravaganza
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Chanyeol was moaning, pulling back on his legs as Kyungsoo fucked into him. He was still aching and pleased from the last knotting, but Kyungsoo was fucking him like it was the first time he’d ever gotten his cock in someone, like he hadn’t knotted Chanyeol four times in the last day, each time groaning as he came, his knot holding him deep like that was the time, Chanyeol was going to grow big with child because of him right then. He didn’t realize how turned on by the idea Kyungsoo was, giving part of himself to Chanyeol, accomplishing something no one else could. Kyungsoo had always been proud of the knotting, filling his mate.
But there was something special in it, in Kyungsoo’s enthusiasm, like he was claiming Chanyeol all over again. And Chanyeol arched and came as Kyungsoo watched him, with no more friction than Kyungsoo’s eyes on him, desperate, empty, hungry for the knot. Kyungsoo would keep going until they were sure, until Chanyeol’s scent changed. And then, the only purpose of the knot would be for pleasure.
Chanyeol reached for him, begged for him, until Kyungsoo bent over him, his hips working, the knot swelling even as his tongue slid against Chanyeol’s. Kyungsoo moaned into his mouth and Chanyeol felt the throbbing in him as Kyungsoo came. Kyungsoo shifted, enjoying his knot trapped in Chanyeol as they continued kissing. Chanyeol moaned for him, still half hard against his belly, and even more curious of how many times it would take.
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Prompt: hi ;^; here to shamelessly leave more laysoo prompts: college au one night stand where yixing is mildly surprised ksoo is bossy in bed.
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It was good to know what was wanted, there was no doubt about that. Yixing had met Kyungsoo’s friends only briefly at the house party, and he’d been genial with them, smacking back at someone who’d tried to tease him about the fact that he was leaving with a guy. They’d started talking, he and Kyungsoo, and he’d been the one to flirt first, reaching out, touching Kyungsoo’s shirt, and biting his lip as Kyungsoo’s eyes swept down him, interested. A little kissing in the corner, and Kyungsoo had asked him to get out of there with him. He’d spent the last couple of parties with only the company of his own hand, but Kyungsoo was- Ah.
Yixing moaned a little as Kyungsoo kissed along his neck. It was his room, the closest, and no roommate that weekend to worry about. Kyungsoo seemed so genial, knowing what he wanted - that he wanted Yixing.
But in bed, he knew what he wanted, too. More, faster, just like that. And that was just when Yixing had been going down on him. It had been surprising, that direction, not demeaning at all, but determined, gentle with his hands and that mouth. Kyungsoo’s moans were destroying him, arching his back as Kyungsoo began to rock his hips.
/Kiss me./
Yixing could do that. He could do that all day.
/Touch yourself./
That, that was an urging, and Yixing had been about to anyway, shuddering with Kyungsoo inside of him. Kyungsoo didn’t tell him when to come, but he moaned when Yixing did, shuddering, gripping one of Yixing’s thighs and Yixing saw when his eyes closed, felt Kyungsoo come.
Yixing was the one to get up, taking a swipe at getting himself clean and getting Kyungsoo a water bottle before wheezing back onto the mattress. Kyungsoo kissed him a few more times, mouth cold from the water. Yixing didn’t know if Kyungsoo was the type to stay. But he did. For a while, anyway, he did.
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Prompt: sekai are college room mates who play video games and make out https://38.media.tumblr.com/09eb333d76177a939fa5cc56b754c5be/tumblr_npj9ntwsZZ1qzh5sno2_r1_540.gif
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The best way to totally kill someone’s rally was to move places, plant himself in their lap, and then grind there while also trying to focus. It didn’t work so well on driving games, because Jongin was as liable to flame out as he was to win, and Sehun’s sheer force of will sometimes took him across the line. It also depended on how hot he’d gotten Sehun to start with, kisses against his neck between fights, rubbing at Sehun’s pants with his foot. It was playing dirty, but sometimes Sehun did it, too. They had a lot of things they played for. Hand jobs, blow jobs, dishes, laundry. When Sehun failed at the game and Jongin went down with him, it was just as easy to turn and straddle Sehun’s lap and start kissing him.
It was better than Sehun yelling at him, or trying to kick him, grinding against Sehun, slow, until Sehun started yanking at his hips and demanding more. Then, it was a different kind of competition, who came first, though they both got to win with that. And then there was the debate of who had to get up and go turn on the shower. Sehun had no issues with smacking at Jongin as he went, either.
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Pairings: gen, Xiumin/Lay, Kai/D.O, Baekhyun/Kai, Sehun/D.O, Sehun/Lay, Sehun/Xiumin/Kai, D.O/Xiumin/Kai, Lay/Chen, Chanyeol/D.O, Lay/D.O, Baekhyun/Lay, Taemin/Kai, Sehun/Kai
Rating: Up to NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations, sex swap, hybrid, ABO
Summary: 29 various prompts, detailed in the prompts
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Prompt: hi! could I ask for jongin turning into a puppy (like an actual one) and the members trying to cope? (Props if jongin nibbles on the members who always tease him!)
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One by one they filed in, gawking, murmuring. The puppy nosed his way out of the arm hole of the shirt that was ensconcing him, sniffing the air in the direction of the people gathered around them. They smelled like him, familiar, home. Some, quite frankly, just smelled.
“Did he get a dog?” one of them asked, and what a funny voice he had, making the puppy wriggle out a little further, the shirt sleeve trapped around his ribs.
Joonmyun - it was Joonmyun - who stepped forward, all knees and eye mask plastered to his forehead. “Jongin?”
And Jongin woofed back at him, because that what puppies did.
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“I’m not touching his underwear,” Sehun said, as they lifted the clothes like it was going to have Jongin falling out of them. Joonmyun already had the dog in his arms, stroking the sleek black fur as the little tail whipped back and forth.
“What a good joke that would be, leaving a dog in his clothes.”
“I don’t know if it’s a joke,” Joonmyun said, and some of them laughed. “No, really. Look.”
The line of a scar, white hairs growing where dark should be, an injury each of them had seen Jongin get across his shoulder, and Jongin’s ears flopped out like bat ears as Joonmyun cuddled him onto his back. There was a mole, just there on his belly, another inside his ear.
“Jongin?” Kyungsoo wondered, and Jongin perked up, huffing and sniffing at Kyungsoo’s fingers.
When Sehun did the same, Jongin started to chew on him.
They didn’t think Joonmyun was quite as wrong any more.
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Jongin loved the music, barking wildly and racing past their feet to wriggle and prance and race to his next position, whirling and chasing his tail and falling down, growling as he chomped until the song changed and he raced right back up as though he was trying to dance. Tao tried to tease him with food and found Jongin chewing on one of his shoes, and Jongdae yelped because he tried to keep Jongin from his toy and had a growling ball of puppy landing on his balls. Jongin slept on Kyungsoo’s knee, effectively begged Joonmyun for food, and howled as Yixing played guitar. He slept on different pillows, snorting wetly into their necks as they tried to hide being down one man and up one puppy.
“This would be the worst joke ever, if it was a joke,” Chanyeol grumbled, smuggling Jongin out in a coat so he could do his business in the grass. “Poop already!”
Jongin just wanted to smell what all the other dogs had left behind before him.
But he wasn’t a dog, he was a person. He put his head all sadly on his paws and whimpered until he got a cuddle, like he knew they were discussing what to do with him, without him.
“We miss you,” Joonmyun murmured, falling asleep under a warm blanket on the floor with his head pressed against the puppy’s back.
And he woke up to skin. Lots of skin, and groans, and realized his head was pillowed on someone’s ass.
“Jongin!”
Chanyeol groaned from the other room. “Did he pee on the couch again?”
Jongin blushed. And grinned.
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Prompt: girl!xiulay uni!au? <3
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Minseok couldn’t see every inch of Yixing’s collarbones, which was good since it was freezing outside and there was still snow coming down to add to the inches already built up around their feet. She’d had half a moment to imagine chucking a snowball at Yixing but making Yixing colder when her nose was already red and her hair was dusted in snow.
“We should go sledding,” Minseok announced, and used both mittened hands to wrap around one of Yixing’s. Thankfully she was wearing gloves, even if her coat wasn’t all zipped. “They should just give us a sledding day. No classes, no essays, just fun.”
“Because that will help you with the rest of your life,” Yixing observed, and Minseok tsked, blowing snow at Yixing’s fuzzy earmuffs.
“I know.” Surely their professor wouldn’t mind them for one class, not when it was cold and beautiful outside and if they turned just right it was just quiet and snow and that was all. And students shrieking somewhere distant while holding some epic snow battle, but that ruined her imagining.
“You’re making me feel cold just looking at you,” Minseok said, and her idea for building a snow castle while they waited was abandoned in favor of unwinding most of her scarf and pulling Yixing in, winding it around both of them and using herself as a windbreak against Yixing’s chest.
All she could see was Yixing’s dimple peeking like that was what she’d wanted anyway, and she pressed her cold cheek against Yixing’s neck as they swayed together. They’d sat beside each other, the first day of their second semester, and Yixing had smiled at her. It hadn’t been cold then, but as Minseok squeezed Yixing tighter, she was just a little bit glad it was then.
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Prompt: cute freshman roommates sehun and kai talking about how dreamy their RA minseok is
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The first mandatory hall meeting was just rules, rules, rules, and Sehun checked out mentally ten minutes in. Jongin had apparently listened, because he had a firmer grasp on what had happened, but they hadn’t really known each other that well at that point, sitting in different areas. Of course, that changed, considering they had a class together, and it was the last one of their day. So they ended up going to eat a lot, or study, or bemoan the professor and his torturous idea of readings and homework.
The second hall meeting, that was so much different, because for one, it wasn’t mandatory; they went because they didn’t have anything better to do. They spent the first five minutes subtly wrestling for space on the seat they’d chosen.
And then Sehun actually looked at their RA. Really looked. They’d met briefly while Sehun got his key, but he’d been full of nerves and having to rush to get all of his things into the room. The first hall meeting obviously was a waste, but not that night.
Minseok. It was Minseok, and he laughed, scooting his butt onto the edge of a table and Sehun squeaked. Just a little.
“What is it?” Jongin hissed, and grunted when Sehun elbowed him. And then he had the nerve to laugh at Sehun when Sehun told him why after.
“Seriously, did you not notice? Half the girls are sweet on him. I think they get packages delivered just to go to office hours.”
“They do not! Seriously?” Sehun paused. What could he possibly buy- Or maybe he could just send a package to himself.
“You could just drop by and say hi and that you wanted to just introduce yourself better,” Jongin said. And then smirked. “That’s what I did. He’s really cute.”
“I’m pretty sure hooking up with your RA is some violation of conduct,” Sehun said.
“Is there a rule against imagining it or getting to know him?”
Sehun scowled. “You just weren’t going to tell me how cute he was? Keeping him to yourself!”
“I thought maybe you just couldn’t se-ee-“
And in the ensuing pillow battle, Jongin was defeated.
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Prompt: KaiSoo and rushed going down on each other backstage?
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They had a plan to it. Neither of them wanted it to be about the one who got off quickest going last, because even if it came with flattery, well. They just didn’t want that to be the case. So the person who got sucked off first was the hardest. And if they had to make a call because they couldn’t decide who was harder, then the oldest. That was Kyungsoo’s reason for smirking, sinking hard between Jongin’s lips and pumping when Jongin was ready and not moving quick enough. He got the pleasure of those lips, perfect for it, and Jongin’s eager tongue. But it was the sounds Jongin made that got him off quicker, the eager little grunts like he couldn’t believe he was getting to suck Kyungsoo off and he was enjoying every moment of it. It made it hard to resist that, hissing and gripping Jongin’s head and coming as deep as Jongin could take him. And then he was yanking at Jongin’s shirt, getting him up, staring at Jongin’s mouth - still smeared with come and getting on his knees. Jongin had kept himself hard for Kyungsoo, thoughtful since by his own estimation they had three minutes, tops. So he pulled out his trump card, not bothering with sweet things like licking or gentle sucking. No, he wet his lips and pulled Jongin in and felt Jongin’s butt tighten against his hands as Kyungsoo swallowed around him. Not deep enough, he took Jongin even further, sucking hard, swallowing around him, humming high in his throat as his tongue thrashed and Jongin made some higher-pitched whimper just before Kyungsoo swallowed Jongin’s come, too.
Jongin just watched while Kyungsoo straightened them both up, wiping clean Jongin’s lips and kissing him for a long moment.
“Coming,” he said, as a knock sounded on the door. He grinned at Jongin, and turned. Or rather, already came.
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Prompt: Girl!KaiBaek as roommates and friends-with-benefits. Kai has trouble sleeping when she's stressed. Baekhyun knows some alternative ways to relax her.
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Baekhyun looked too slim and gorgeous, kneeling on the bed naked with her hair spilling down her back, facing the headboard with her wrists in cuffs that were affixed to the wall above her.
“Hi baby,” she said, and pressed herself up against Baekhyun’s back and reaching around to cup her breasts. They felt heavy in her hands and that was all that mattered as Baekhyun grunted at her. Baekhyun had been horrible lately, teasing. She’d left the house without panties the day before, flashing Jongin and walking out and leaving Jongin to imagining running after her and sliding under some table and eating her out before her train arrived. Of course, she hadn’t, because she’d had to finish getting ready to go to work, too. It just meant she’d gone to work wet and mostly frustrated.
Baekhyun tilted her head back and moaned as Jongin kissed along her neck, getting her fingers wet and squeezing Baekhyun’s nipples until they were tender and peaked and good enough to eat. She’d spent hours sucking those nipples, almost making Baekhyun come just from that once. Gorgeous and horny, which was more often than it wasn’t when it came to Baekhyun.
“I can hear how wet you are,” Jongin laughed as Baekhyun shifted. Her thighs were all spread and inviting and Jongin slid her fingers through the trimmed hair there and just cupped her, moving her hand back and forth without giving much friction but making Baekhyun whimper as they could both hear the wet slide. Jongin let her fingertips tease, but she didn’t let her fingers slide in just yet, instead moving back up and rubbing a wide circle around Baekhyun’s clit.
“How badly do you want to come, baby,” Jongin whispered, like that was a hard question. The answer usually was on a scale of desperation, Baekhyun’s clit quivering against her fingertips and ready to spasm in ultimate reward.
“Jongin, you’re killing me.”
“Good, you deserve it,” she laughed, loving how wet Baekhyun was, how slick and soft she was to touch, sliding her fingers back and forth, teasing until Baekhyun was squirming and trying to hump her hand. Usually she wasn’t the one giving all the orders but sometimes Baekhyun drove her to it, her smile gleeful that Jongin wanted that much. It should’ve been wrong, but it was so, so right.
Baekhyun inhaled softly at the sound of vibration started up. Oh, they had several, but the one Jongin had was a small one, meant mostly for teasing and foreplay than anything else. But Baekhyun was so wet, so sensitive, Jongin wondered just how long she could last. She hummed into Baekhyun’s shoulder, running the vibrator down Baekhyun’s arm and making her shiver as it almost tickled her. She skimmed it over the curves of Baekhyun’s breasts, between them and around, skimming the edges of her nipples and watching them tighten against the barrage of feelings. She could feel Baekhyun’s pussy working against her fingertips and that made her happy, too. The vibrator sat forgotten for a long moment as Jongin reached for her final toy, little coated clamps that fixed onto both of Baekhyun’s hard nipples. Baekhyun moaned after the first one and hissed at the second. They’d been set not to squeeze too tight, but then again, she didn’t want them falling off either. She knew the cool chain between the clamps was making Baekhyun’s belly tighten, and Jongin picked up the vibrator again, getting a moan as she touched it briefly to both clamps and making them rattle, and then running it down Baekhyun’s belly.
“Oh fuck, Jongin.”
She had to keep herself from laughing, from squirming, wet from the feel of Baekhyun’s body and the scent of her arousal and anticipation. She pressed the vibrator to the tendons inside Baekhyun’s thighs, rubbing it over and above her clit, just far enough so the vibrations couldn’t reach. And she used it as she had her fingers, running a soft sweet line around Baekhyun’s clit and through the wet throbbing between.
And with the vibrator buzzing just below Baekhyun’s clit, that was when Jongin nudged three fingers into her, feeling the stretch of Baekhyun’s pussy around her, the way eased because Baekhyun was deliciously wet. She curled her fingers toward Baekhyun’s belly and began a quick rub and grind, making Baekhyun’s hips dance for her, the chain of the clamps rattling as Baekhyun’s breasts swayed and her moans began to stutter. And then, only then, did Jongin touch the vibrator to Baekhyun’s clit, letting it rumble there as Baekhyun gasped, and strained and gripped her fingers so tight that it made Jongin moan, staring up at Baekhyun’s curled fingers for a moment before she sank her teeth into the soft skin just below Baekhyun’s neck. And Baekhyun’s whole body drew up, shaking for a moment as she held herself against the vibrator, and Baekhyun wailed, convulsing as she came and almost dislodging Jongin’s fingers and the vibrator both. The whimpers were almost cute, the little aftershocks squeezing around her as Jongin kept the vibrator against her.
The force of it had even knocked off one of the clamps, and Jongin removed the other, letting her nipples relax for a while at least.
Baekhyun pressed her head against Jongin’s.
“That was amazing. Oh fuck. I thought was going to pass out. It just wouldn’t stop.”
Just the way she’d wanted it. Maybe it was rewarding Baekhyun for her teasing, but Jongin got a lot out of it, too, licking her fingers clean while she got ready for her next plan.
“Lift up a bit,” she said, bumping at Baekhyun’s thighs. It gave her a little more room and Jongin grabbed the other vibrator, rolling onto her back and scooting under Baekhyun like the world’s most horny mechanic.
But oh, the view was better, and so was the smell, and the taste. Baekhyun stared down at her, shocked as Jongin kissed her thighs and nuzzled up against her. If she was going to get off with Baekhyun all tied up, then she was going to do it in her favorite place in the world. And she ate Baekhyun out to the time of the vibrator’s strong pulses, licking her from pussy to clit and making Baekhyun shudder as she wiggled against Jongin’s face.
“Jongin. Jongin. Ohhhh.”
She didn’t even have to turn the vibrator on high, because when she came, she saw stars, her tongue buried in Baekhyun’s pussy and Baekhyun shaking apart above her. And if one was good, she figured two would be better.
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Prompt: sehun/kyungsoo sehun in pink panties wanting his boyfriends attention
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Sehun was not subtle about it, his pants pulled down low and bending over at times when he knew Kyungsoo could see. And even then, Kyungsoo had missed it the first time, and thought it was a normal waistband the second. But then, then he caught the hint of lace above the sheen and the way that Sehun’s eyelids were low as he waited for Kyungsoo to understand.
“What do you want?” he wondered, pressing up against Sehun’s chest and teasing his fingers under the back of Sehun’s waistband. “You want me to suck you while you’re wearing these?”
The way Sehun’d breath hitched gave him a clue. He suspected he could’ve listed any number of things and gotten the same reaction, but it was a place to start. He tugged at the button on Sehun’s jeans, pulling out on the zipper to keep from catching the delicate cloth and watching Sehun’s cock finish rising against it. He pulled the jeans down just barely to mid-thigh and backed Sehun onto the couch. It kept him from spreading his legs much but his cock was framed so nicely, a straight bulge beneath the pink silk. He kissed Sehun through it, wriggling into the space between his thighs and keeping his lips wet as he nuzzled and worried with his mouth until the cloth from his balls to the waistband was wet from Kyungsoo’s mouth and from the wet of Sehun’s cock. He wanted to see Sehun come in those panties, watch come spread wet inside of them as Sehun moaned. But he lifted the waistband instead, tilting his head so he could lick at the head of Sehun’s cock. He rubbed at Sehun through the cloth, sucking at him as Sehun tried not to grab at him, his breath hitching at every swirl of Kyungsoo’s tongue. He just kept sucking, until Sehun’s thighs were clenching, until his belly was tight and his breathing ragged. And he stroked Sehun through the panties as Sehun shuddered, coming against Kyungsoo’s tongue and his lips and his own belly as his cock rested, twitching beneath pink silk.
And Kyungsoo smiled when he ran his fingers through the droplets of come, and Sehun opened his lips and sucked his fingers clean.
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Prompt: Are you accepting prompts? I'm having an aaaawful week, can I have something fluffy where yixing is a literal angel? ;^; not picky about pairs, thanks a loooot<3
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Sehun had found Yixing at a club stealing a drunk guy’s keys. Or, more than found, really Sehun had helped Yixing to the exit after people had tried to hit on him, and had stood and watched stupefied as the keys just appeared in Yixing’s hands. Magic wasn’t real, he was pretty sure of that. And Yixing had been kind enough to assure Sehun of that, too. But he hadn’t really been sure angels were real either, not dressed in black and green. His human outfit, to blend in, Yixing explained. And in his human clothes, it had taken Sehun’s coat to get him to a normal temperature.
He’d known Sehun’s name before Sehun had told him, and the guy’s keys were left at the bar while he was dispatched home in a taxi.
He’d never been involved in saving someone quite like that before. Yixing, on a mostly deserted street and draped in his jacket.
“Do you have to wait until he’s sober to go back?”
Apparently there might’ve been more people there in need of help, which was how Sehun spent half a night on a bench with an angel leaning against him, occasionally helping people on their way.
He half wondered if it was going to be like some kind of vampire movie, Yixing disappearing when the sun rose or something. But when Sehun woke, groggy at almost noon and stumbling out of his bedroom to see, he found Yixing sitting in one of his chairs, his cheek against it as he smiled up at Sehun.
“Good morning,” Yixing said.
It hadn’t been a dream, and though he’d wondered if Yixing could leave, if he’d wanted to, he’d always been glad that he hadn’t.
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Prompt: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk_au9PUntQ kaisoo au
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All Jongin knew was that he had to continue on. It was not because he knew the way, or that the stones or the dark were familiar to him, but the thread beneath his fingertips gave him confidence. But he still paused, hearing something in the silence beyond the rush of distant water. That voice, he knew it, he knew the song. The miner. The miner was there, and that was a way they could save everyone.
And the thread stopped, caught between rocks, in a wall that couldn’t be passed, with the singing beyond.
“Can you hear me?” Jongin called. “It’s Jongin.”
And he scowled to hear himself referred to as the little prince because he was not little, and he was taller, too.
“Push against the stone, here where I’m talking. Keep pushing!”
Maybe only Jongin had faith, but he watched as the stone shuddered and with one last push, fell. Kyungsoo’s face was smeared with dust, squinting against the light of Jongin’s lantern.
“How did you find me?”
“Magic,” Jongin said. “We have to find a way to stop them. This way.”
“But you can’t-“
Kyungsoo’s argument faded when Jongin slipped past him, into the room Kyungsoo had been in, and to a ledge above that the thread shone sweetly past.
Kyungsoo jumped to join him, and Jongin took his hand, holding tightly as they traveled deeper into the caves.
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Prompt: 24.Exploring one another’s bodies xiukai or sexiukai
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Jongin had a thing, an oral thing, which wasn’t so bad really. It was just distracting, Minseok gasping against Sehun’s mouth when Jongin’s lips closed around his nipple and moments later, he felt Sehun’s rumble when Jongin’s lips wrapped around Sehun’s cock.
“Not fair,” Minseok said, tugging at Jongin’s hair.
But all that did was make Jongin moan as he sucked and it pretty much ruined Sehun for anything else but running his hands through Minseok’s hair as Minseok kissed against his chest and nibbled across his collarbones until Jongin pulled away and left Sehun’s cock wet and hard against his belly.
“Jealous?” he asked, and Minseok sniffed, and hissed as Jongin turned him, pressing him back against Sehun’s chest and settling into his lap with Sehun’s cock pressing against his balls.
“Jealous,” Minseok began, all but melting as Sehun began to kiss against his neck almost in time to the kisses Jongin was laying against his thighs. Jongin had two cocks, then, puling on Minseok’s with his fingers and sucking gently before switching to Sehun’s, and back again. Minseok braced himself back against Sehun, rubbing his hands against Sehun’s arms as Jongin tried to undo them both. The way they were, the fact that he could feel Sehun tensing against him, his hips lifting as Jongin sucked Sehun’s cock, it made him moan to imagine Sehun inside of him. And then his eyes crossed going further, imagining Sehun fucking him while Jongin sucked his cock. Or while he sucked Jongin’s cock, he didn’t care. Minseok moaned imagining it, lifting Sehun’s hand and sucking two of his fingers into his mouth, blowing them in time with Jongin’s swollen lips until Sehun shuddered behind him and came in Jongin’s mouth.
“Jongin, fuck,” he moaned, and Minseok agreed, moaning around Sehun’s fingers and watching with hungry eyes as come slide down Jongin’s chin and Jongin swallowed Minseok’s cock. Minseok sucked furiously on Sehun’s fingers, gripping Sehun’s wrists and gurgling at the scrape of teeth against his neck. His back bowed and Jongin moaned around him, swallowing hard and fast as Sehun’s hand pulled away, wet, letting Minseok curse as his hips twisted and when he came, his whole body was reduced to the pleasure of Jongin’s mouth.
But he relaxed back, his chest heaving and his head against Sehun’s as Jongin stood and jerked himself off. It looked like Jongin was the one who was most pleased looking down at how wrecked they were as he came all over them.
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Prompt: kaisoo are ace biffs who cuddle a lot <3
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“Are you incapable of choosing a movie without considering every movie ever made?” Kyungsoo asked, already secure in his spot with his drink and his food, and Jongin was still all leaned forward, scrolling through the recommended movies like he was trying not to go to war.
“It’s two hours of my life I’m investing, so I want to be sure.”
Kyungsoo just mocked him, pulling him back and pulling Jongin against him.
“Okay, count of three, whatever you land on, we watch?”
“Do I get a veto?”
Kyungsoo sighed. “One, for you and me. Okay. One. Two. Three.”
It was an action movie. They considered each other and finally nodded. They could live with that. Of course that just meant he had Jongin rooting against him for the most comfortable spot through the studio information, and only finally settling as the movie got started with a literal bang. Luckily Jongin had gotten settled before he’d pushed Kyungsoo into the other room, head on Kyungsoo’s shoulder and…
And stealing his drink, Kyungsoo saw with a frown, dragging it back and drinking himself while they watched some very unfortunate events.
He’d just make Jongin get up to get more in a while, but not then, as he leaned his head against Jongin’s.
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Prompt: HunXing : yixing in black hair is very sweet guy, especially at night times. Sehun loves her man in black. But when yixing get his hair colored into blonde, sehun must think of her choice twice.. Would you write this? (Fem!sehun)
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When they’d met, Yixing’s hair had been dark, but that hadn’t been what had caught Sehun’s interest. It was probably his smile first, then his personality, and things about his body, his hands. But she liked sliding her fingers through his hair when he kissed her, or when he was sleeping against her.
Especially when he was sleeping against her.
He’d been talking about a change in his hair, and for whatever reason, Sehun thought he meant a hair cut. What actually happened was her bed was cold while he got his hair all finished, because he wouldn’t let her see it until it was done, and he didn’t even have the good sense to tell her to stay seated when he walked in.
It was not a small change.
“What is that?”
It was soft and it was…yellow. No, gold. Soft and gold and sort of fluffy and Sehun went from wanting to have a seat to being right on top of him trying to touch.
“You look like you saw a ghost,” Yixing teased. “Do you not like it?”
“It’s…different.”
It felt like his hair. He still winced when she tugged on it.
“It’s going to take a little getting used to?” Sehun mused. Maybe more than she thought, but then, it was Yixing, and he preened a little bit when she touched it which was the cutest thing ever. So maybe it wasn’t going to take long at all.
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Prompt: I had a prompt but all I could think of that I wanted was KaiSoo angst. Very angsty. Leaving each other angsty.
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They packed separately, which was an exercise in passive aggressive behavior anyway because when Kyungsoo would take away several boxes and leave some of Jongin’s belongings that had mixed in with his in a pile, he would return back to find his own belongings haphazardly piled in a corner. Like Kyungsoo’s things were just as unimportant to Jongin as he was. Oh, that was unfair, but that fight that had precipitated the moving out had been gruesome in a way that Kyungsoo, who was used to having it out with his feelings, had been left bare by.
Jongin was staying. He kept most of the furniture, leaving a cold, plain little white envelope with some kind of compensation for it. Their shared life, down to some bank notes, and chunks of Kyungsoo’s life coming away with him in bags and boxes.
He wondered if they were going to see each other again before Kyungsoo had fully moved out, or if that was just…it. Kyungsoo didn’t know what he’d say, remembered things he shouldn’t have said, remembered his hands on Jongin’s shoulders, the shove Jongin had given him.
The text he’d sent, telling Jongin he was moving out, and the text he’d gotten in return - the last communication he’d gotten at all - that had told him the hours Jongin would be gone so that Kyungsoo could get his things when Jongin wasn’t there.
He’d bought Jongin that magnet, that pillow, that book, and he left those things. He left some of the gifts that Jongin threw into the pile in the corner, too, because those weren’t his any more. Neither was Jongin.
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Prompt: ace kyungsoo adopts hybrid xiukai and yes minseok likes their new owner but the best thing might be uninterrupted time with jongin in a big bed
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There weren’t a lot of rules, really, and that was one of the best parts. They got to feel like it was their home, too, not just a place Kyungsoo was allowing them to stay. And Kyungsoo knew, too, from before he had taken them home that there was attraction between them. So they were all nervous and eager and riding the first wave of fondness when Kyungsoo laid down the law:
“If you make a wet spot in the bed, change the sheets.”
As demands went, that wasn’t bad. Which they realized meant that if they rolled around together all day, every day, Kyungsoo didn’t mind. What made them happy, that was what he wanted. And that was something they took advantage of immediately, possibly almost too much the first few days when Kyungsoo was out. When Kyungsoo was there, he would sometimes nap against them, or let them cuddle him, and sometimes nuzzling kisses. They did not roll around in Kyungsoo’s bed while he was gone to exclude him, but it gave them more time together like that, being close, though with Kyungsoo knowing that had he a want, he was welcome.
Minseok would ease into the room sometimes to find Jongin napping with his head on Kyungsoo’s leg, and Kyungsoo absently stroking through Jongin’s hair. They were his. They were his and Minseok curled beside them, inhaling against Kyungsoo’s shoulder, and letting himself relax.
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Prompt: could you do the first time hybrid au xiukai have sex and how kyungsoo cuddles them afterwards [;s pls
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The bed was a storm of purrs after Kyungsoo left them, almost braining them with a tube of lube in case. He’d been laughing at them, they thought, but he had things to do, things that didn’t include hanging around while his two cat hybrids got naked with his blessing. They put a blanket down before they got back into the bed for easier cleaning, and Minseok was mewling as Jongin kissed against his throat, their hips rubbing together. It wasn’t the first time they’d touched, but it felt so good and Jongin’s moan rumbled as Minseok rolled him and rubbed along his thighs. They were purring, writhing, stroking, Minseok inside of Jongin, Jongin inside of Minseok, gasping, coming. Minseok gasped Jongin’s name and Jongin shuddered, flopping on him like he was dead, though his thundering heart said otherwise.
When Kyungsoo came back in, two pairs of eyes raised above the edge of the blanket and turned toward him, one pair more sleepy than the other, and Kyungsoo half laughed, pulling back the edge of the blanket and pausing.
“Anything I have to be concerned about over here?” he asked, and they shook their heads, having cleaned up before going back to snuggling.
So Kyungsoo slipped into bed behind Minseok, pressing his mouth against Minseok’s shoulder and reaching out to stroke against Jongin’s ear and hair. Minseok turned against Kyungsoo, and Jongin against him, and together, like that, they were content.
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Prompt: Aaaah Coley! I'm really sick right now (you can probably tell who I am from timeline lol) and if/when you're not too busy something cute with Yixing/anyone would be very very appreciated~ thanks!!
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Yixing was the one person in the universe who was the most fun to surprise. Whether it was with a birthday party (oh, the look on his face when it started to dawn on him), or with a touch, or a hug, or a gift, it didn’t matter to Jongdae. It all thrilled him, the way it was processed, the way Yixing started to smile, the way he turned to Jongdae to share the excitement of it. The way he kissed Jongdae in thanks, curled his arms around him. Or, when it was not as nice a surprise like Jongdae huffing on his neck, even the way that Yixing squirmed and elbowed him was appealing.
Yixing knew they were headed toward the coast, but a mile out, Jongdae had had Yixing put on a blindfold so that he wouldn’t see exactly where they were going. Yixing was good natured about it, still chatting away, singing with the radio, even with his eyes covered. And Jongdae was careful to lead him, his hand tight around Yixing’s as he led Yixing to his surprise.
It was a boat, a small yacht he guessed, and he led Yixing onto it. The breeze ruffled their hair, and Jongdae stopped, still holding Yixing’s hand.
“Happy anniversary,” he said, tugging off the blindfold and watching Yixing blink at the table that was set, gleaming, with the sun setting in the distance and water stretching out in front of them. Food, that was still on its way, but it wasn’t far off from being delivered. Yixing had said once, he’d wanted to have dinner on the water. Well, they’d have that, and the cabin below was theirs for the night, too. Jongdae got caught up in that dimple, Yixing’s hand tightening almost painfully on his.
“We’re not eating the napkins, I promise,” Jongdae said, and pulled Yixing close.
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Prompt: Could I ask for KaiSoo where Kyunsoo fucks Jongin over the hood of that pretty blue Lamborghini he's driving at the start of the Call Me Baby MV?
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The metal was cool when his cock brushed against it but it wasn’t enough cool his lust. Kyungsoo had been insistent, his tongue in Jongin’s mouth, his hand in Jongin’s hair, as he fought open Jongin’s pants. He was the reason Jongin was hard, why Jongin was slick, why Jongin was braced and moaning into the glossy paint as Kyungsoo fingered him.
“I think we should get sheets that color. You look good on that,” Kyungsoo said, and Jongin shot him a dirty look over his shoulder. Less talking, more fucking. Sure, they were alone then, but the longer they were there, the more chances they had of someone coming across the locked door and wondering why.
Jongin’s legs stretched and screamed as he braced himself against the car as Kyungsoo pushed into him. Finally. He felt like he was rumbling for the car instead as Kyungsoo worked him, stroking his hips and thighs and driving their hips together. His palms were slick against the car and he grimaced, his shoes scooting on the ground as Kyungsoo moved even faster. It was Kyungsoo’s grunts and the way he gripped Jongin’s hips and how filthy and right it felt to be bent over like that, taken against that gorgeous car. Kyungsoo snarled, burying himself and coming as Jongin shuddered, his breath ghosting the metal and he tightened as Kyungsoo’s hand closed around his cock, riding out his orgasm and trying to drive Jongin to his own. He moaned, closing his eyes and working his hips, trying to move into that warm, fast hand. He moaned and came against the paint as Kyungsoo hissed his approval, and Jongin was pretty sure he would have just melted right onto the car’s hood and slowly slipped to the ground if Kyungsoo hadn’t pulled him up and got him all tucked back into his pants.
“She’s been christened,” Kyuhyun chuckled against his neck. And well.
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Prompt: You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious chansoo au pls
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It was comforting, kind of, to know he wasn’t going to get jostled and end up thirty people back when some people were prone to cutting and he was just really tired of having to squeeze through people to try and stay up. Chanyeol probably would’ve ripped his arm off if someone had tried to get them apart, the way he gripped Kyungsoo’s hand. Then again, he was usually the one leading the charge and pulling Chanyeol along like a sail and that usually helped people realize they weren’t going to get split up short of a truck backing between them.
But it wasn’t just with crowds that Kyungsoo had to motor through. Chanyeol’s fingers slid against his, palms pressing together, or sometimes just lightly tangling, and it was twenty feet from the car to a door, and almost no one there. A few passers-by to get around, but nothing like the pressing crowds.
Maybe Chanyeol thought an avalanche of people were coming. But they were in an alley the next time, and Kyungsoo was prepared to walk off on his own when Chanyeol grabbed his hand and walked with him.
He stared down to Chanyeol’s hand, and up to Chanyeol’s oblivious face.
And Chanyeol didn’t take his hand but kept a hand on his shoulder on the way back to the car, where again, maybe there was a pigeon somewhere. So it wasn’t just the people. It was something else.
Kyungsoo actually opened his mouth to ask why, when he realized that asking that would probably make Chanyeol stop. And he stared out the window the rest of the drive, flexing his fingers, as he tried to reason why he’d stopped himself. Maybe Chanyeol had gotten him used to it. He wasn’t surprised the next time Chanyeol reached for him. And he was quiet. Not saying anything, that said something, too.
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Prompt: chansoo mpreg au where kyungsoo meets his ex chanyeol who has a baby with him that could be a tiny kyungsoo doppelganger
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Chanyeol had been laughing, not something startling on him, but the way that laugh slid away, the way the smile fade and Chanyeol’s eyes widened, Kyungsoo regretted that. He’d made that smile slide before, and there had been a few times it’d been satisfying and positive, but there had been times it hadn’t. Kyungsoo swallowed just before Chanyeol did, too close to move away, but he lifted his chin as Chanyeol took a step forward, a little like he wasn’t sure Kyungsoo was there.
Chanyeol wore a sling, a few shades darker than the blue of his shirt, and for a moment, Kyungsoo didn’t know what it was for, until he saw the tiny fingers curled against Chanyeol’s chest. Chanyeol saw him looking, curling his arm under the baby like he was trying to protect the child somehow.
“It’s been a while,” Kyungsoo said, still staring at that tiny hand. Chanyeol’s? “Yours?”
“Yes, he’s mine,” Chanyeol said, and Kyungsoo was surprised as he ever was by the sound of Chanyeol’s voice. The things it made him feel.
“Congratulations,” Kyungsoo said. A boy, then. Kyungsoo didn’t reach to touch, but it took little angling to see the baby’s sleeping face. The bowed mouth, the curve of his ears.
“He’s-“ That wasn’t the shape of Chanyeol’s mouth. “You’ve been okay?”
Chanyeol nodded, relaxing almost imperceptibly, leaning in. “I’ve been okay. Mostly looking after this guy. You…?”
“Yeah, fine.” Chanyeol was fine. He had a son. That was all Kyungsoo needed to know. “Congratulations.”
That was it. That was all. The last time he’d seen Chanyeol, Chanyeol had been laughing, cozy, sleepy in their bed, almost a year ago.
Almost a year.
Kyungsoo faltered on the curb. The baby, he was a month or two old, if not more. He was bad at aging babies. Bt if that was true, then that day, when Kyungsoo left, Chanyeol had been expecting already. If the baby wasn’t Kyungsoo’s, then perhaps that was why…? But the baby hadn’t had Chanyeol’s mouth. Or his ears. He’d looked like-
Kyungsoo wheeled around, pushing back through to where he’d left Chanyeol.
/“You don’t want kids?” Chanyeol asked, tracing Kyungsoo’s chin.
“Definitely not now,” Kyungsoo had snorted./
Weeks, months before, when had he told Chanyeol that? The wary arm Chanyeol had curved under the baby. One of them had wanted kids. One of them had.
Chanyeol was half a block away by the time Kyungsoo spotted him, and Kyungsoo was out of breath, curving his fingers around Chanyeol’s wrist and stopping him. He looked at the baby again as Chanyeol stared, and he could have sworn, he couldn’t have been wrong.
“Am I supposed to be congratulating myself, too?” Kyungsoo blurted.
Chanyeol face was still as shook his arm free, pulling back on the edge of the sling, and letting Kyungsoo see fully for the first time his son.
Their son.
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Prompt: Hi, first time dropping by ^^ I really enjoy your writing and short prompt fills here!! Wanted to leave a prompt of my own~ laysoo based on http://fy-laydo.tumblr.com/post/109451083389/laysoo-never-let-go-each-other-hands class difference au? with soo as a rich boy and xing as dancer/stripper. <3<3
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The bump and grind music pulsed in the center of Kyungsoo’s chest, and he wasn’t the one with the bachelor party, or the one getting a lap dance while the rest of the guys there either jeered or drooled. There were a few straight ones, but they were good enough about it, enjoying themselves. Watching his friend wasn’t his ideal, though, so his eyes were drawn to the man dancing nearest him. He wasn’t half naked, but the tight pants and see-through shirt didn’t leave much to the imagination. The others should’ve been watching him move, too. Kyungsoo wasn’t the only one watching, though, but he didn’t care about the strangers around him. The leans, the rhythm. He had money, they all did, but the thought of wandering, of looking anywhere else, he wasn’t into it. There was a discreet place for tips, and that was where he tossed his cash, settling back, content to stay there until someone found him to tell him it was time to go home.
Or, he hoped they remembered he was actually there as he heard them laughing above the din.
The dancers moved, regrettably. The one who settled back in front of him had just as tight pants but twice as much skin, and Kyungsoo wandered to the bar, wanting to check his phone but not be tossed out for suspicion of recording.
He’d only started drinking his drink when a man in a hoodie slid onto the stool beside him.
“I don’t usually ask if someone means to give me something, but I saw you drop this in. So I just… If you meant to, thanks,” the man said, discreetly showing him the folded money.
The dancer he’d seen. No makeup, plain clothes. It embarrassed him to be called out on it, but he shook his head, focusing on his drink.
“You were the best here.”
The man looked back behind him, back toward where he’d been dancing. “Those were your friends?”
“Bachelor party. You’ve probably seen enough of those.”
The man’s lips curved again. “Yeah. Then you probably won’t be back until someone else gets married.”
It was a good deduction, and there was something like resignation in it. No more paydays, maybe. But the thanks had been genuine, and the honesty had, too. Kyungsoo thought of the man dancing, studied the edge of the hoodie’s cuff, going a bit scalloped with wear and age, and the fingers that extended beyond it. Somehow looking at those hands convinced him.
“Are you here tomorrow?” Kyungsoo asked, his brain formulating a plan, slowly. He didn’t just want to give his information out to a stranger. It was a risk, different than his normal, boring life.
“Until this time. Why?”
“Is there a good place to eat nearby?” Kyungsoo asked.
It wasn’t that he was going to go back. And he’d have been wary, had he been in the man’s position, as a dimple showed. They’d meet right there. Though when he walked out, he was already wondering if he made the right choice.
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Prompt: Laysoo smut where yixing stop/slows down mid sex to tease/kiss/touch kyungsoo *_*
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They had reached that point when Kyungsoo had begun to moan, when Yixing’s hips were beginning to crumble his control and his inhibitions were fleeing. Sometimes he was on the edge too, Kyungsoo impossibly tight, and it was just a race to see if he could get Kyungsoo off first. But Yixing licked his lips, watching Kyungsoo’s face as he slid deep and then stopped, his only movement swaying his hips side to side. Kyungsoo’s eyes flew open, his hands gripping Yixing’s shoulder blades.
“What-“
Kyungsoo moaned as Yixing kissed him, going from surprised to aggressive with it in moments, as though kissing Yixing would make Yixing start to move. It made him want to, pleasure shooting down his spine as Kyungsoo’s nails dug into his skin and he sucked at Yixing’s bottom lip. Kyungsoo was trying to rock them, wanting more friction, and Yixing stroked one of Kyungsoo’s thighs, feeling himself throb at Kyungsoo’s urgent moans. He pressed his mouth to Kyungsoo’s neck and sucked as their hips jostled together, stroking over Kyungsoo’s chest, over his belly, and feeling Kyungsoo’s gasp as Yixing’s fingers curled around him.
“Yixing,” Kyungsoo moaned, and his thighs fell wide
Yixing shuddered and couldn’t take the tease any longer, starting with a couple of quick, shallow thrusts and accelerating until they had slipped far past the edge they’d been at before, gasps punctuated by slick sounds, moans, Kyungsoo’s demands, the rattle of the bed frame, and the shudder of Kyungsoo’s body as he stiffened up and came. Yixing grimaced against Kyungsoo’s collarbone, not trying to hold back but to get there, so close, so close. That time pressing deep wasn’t to tease, but to come, eyes unfocused as he let himself go.
Kyungsoo called him evil. He couldn’t have been more pleased.
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Prompt: fem!xiulay run rival companies, one day they meet unexpectedly when out clubbing with friends and can't ignore the sexual tension
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Minseok wasn’t sure she would’ve recognized Yixing, not with the sleek ponytail, the faint trace of glitter on her skin. That, and there was the necklace that draped down over her chest, which added up to too many things for her imagination to get a hold on, or to imagine reaching for. Yixing was with others, too, women Minseok didn’t know, and didn’t notice until she’d been face to face with Yixing, bracing and trying not to fall right into her. Though she’d wanted to to just sink right in, for a moment. At least until they’d recognized each other, and Yixing had gone from tracing the lines of Minseok’s halter top to drawing back a little, reserved.
Even if their companies were rivals, there was still some intersection. But Minseok had typically met with Yixing’s underlings or lawyers, or met her in more formal situations. There was more the urge to compete between them than malice, and the thought of that had Minseok smiling and biting her bottom lip, leaning in before Yixing had the chance to make an excuse to move away.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Minseok asked.
She was first. Even if she’d imagined Yixing checking her out, even if Yixing refused, she was first.
Maybe it was a little bit of a challenge, too, but it was one that Yixing took up. Minseok led her to part of the bar that was sheltered from the pulse of the dance floor, snagging seats right up against the polished wood. The drink that Yixing got was as vivid yellow as Minseok’s was orange, and Minseok sighed, letting the taste of mango and liquor wash through her.
“Have you been here before?” she asked.
“Once, briefly,” Yixing said. “One of my friends is getting married, so we’re out investigating possible party venues for before.”
The way she said it made it sound like she was doubting that the club stood up to that challenge, and it made Minseok laugh, trying to shove her hair back over her shoulder as it slid down, and again catching Yixing’s eyes watching her do that.
“I’ve been here a few times. It’s close, and the drinks are good, so if we get a little tipsy we can at least totter home somehow.”
Ah, there was the famous smile, the dimple peeking Yixing reacted to that mental image. It had Minseok leaning in, their knees brushing, getting distracted by the silver threads on the edge of Yixing’s skirt.
“We don’t get to talk much like this. It’s just nice to get away from the stress.”
“You remind me of it a little,” Yixing said, but she had turned in just a little, too. “It’s nice to know there’s a human under those prim suits.”
Minseok again had the urge to reach and toy with that dangling necklace.
“I have to be buttoned up or people start thinking of me as CEO Cleavage,” Minseok said, half gasping a laugh at the look on Yixing’s face. She didn’t want to trade her curves, but it made some things a challenge.
“I hope- Did someone actually say that to you?” Yixing shook her head. “This suits you better.”
It was possible that Yixing’s lips tasted of lemons, the sugar sprinkled at the edge of the glass. Minseok was going to reach for her arm, invite her back toward the dance floor where words wouldn’t be needed, but that was before a woman stepped up to Yixing, a hand on her shoulder and whispering into her ear.
“My friends are ready to go,” Yixing told her, and there was regret there, not just for the half-empty glass that Yixing’s fingers were stroking.
“We should do this again.”
Minseok’s arm tingled from the fingers that Yixing had skimmed along her forearm as she’d left, watching Yixing walk away and cuddling her own drink. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but she hoped that Yixing thought of just what exactly she wore under those suits, and just how prim she wasn’t. She knew she had plenty to think of herself.
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Prompt: cheeky baekxing in a brothel au where senior baek has to assess newcomer yixing. he's ":/" at first because he wanted the tall hunky guy but never the less he's in for a surprise and zyx passes with flying colors. was that too detailed for a prompt? OTL
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Yixing was pretty enough. Baekhyun knew he’d be popular with their clientele who liked that kind of thing, though Baekhyun had wanted the taller one, the one who looked like he’d been chiseled from stone and ready to hold someone down. There were definitely clients who liked that, too, and would like to see that type of man submit as well. It wasn’t an interview, because if he was the world’s worst with his mouth or his hips, he was still hired. He’d just have to be tutored, and part of that would fall to Baekhyun as well.
“Show me what you’ve got,” Baekhyun said, letting his robe slide off and getting comfortable in a chair. Yixing had a mouth for it, there was no doubt about that, and the glance he sent up was amused as he began to fondle Baekhyun, his fingers slick.
“Do you like it soft? A little pain?”
Baekhyun hummed, liking the questions, liking Yixing’s fingers on him. Most of the men who touched him had a rougher sort of feel to them.
“A hint of pain,” Baekhyun said, and Yixing hummed, licking his lips. Most Yixing would see would at least be half hard from the anticipation. He fumbled a moment with the condom wrapper, but that was taken care of, too. “Have you done this much?”
Again, Yixing’s eyes were amused.
“As often as possible,” Yixing said.
Baekhyun sighed, letting the warmth of Yixing’s mouth work its magic, the pull of it, the insistence of his tongue. He was eager, probably too eager, though that could be worked on. Yixing’s nails dug into the outside of Baekhyun’s thighs and it made Baekhyun pulse, hissing. Yixing remembered. Baekhyun timed it, more or less, letting Yixing work on him, letting Yixing show him what he could do. And Baekhyun gripped the sides of the chair, unable to stop the moan, staring down at Yixing’s bobbing head and fighting not to lift his hips as he came.
He relaxed back, breathing as Yixing leaned back, tilting his head as he waited for Baekhyun’s pronouncement.
“We’ll have warm disposable cloths for the clients, to clean up after,” Baekhyun said. “Sometimes you have to go faster if they’re lagging.”
Yixing nodded as Baekhyun let out a long breath. “I understand.”
He wasn’t tentative, so that was good.
“I want to see what else you can do before I give you a pass,” Baekhyun said. He just had to give his body a minute. But Yixing grinned, his mouth swollen and red and Baekhyun realized he was looking forward to it more than he realized.
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Prompt: http://ask.fm/coleymerrin/answer/128946517622 thank you! Falling off my chair with feels ;-; can I ask for a continuation with either "bk: you may kiss me" and/or "yx: can I kiss you" sort of line in there.
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“Can I kiss you?”
Baekyun’s eyes rose from where he’d been studying Yixing’s mouth. Maybe Yixing had seen him looking, or maybe he was just into it, Baekhyun didn’t care either way.
“Some people aren’t into it,” Baekhyun said. No sense giving him false expectations. But Yixing nodded, acknowledging that. But he wasn’t backing down, and Yixing’s mouth was made for it. Some people weren’t into it, but he was.
Yixing’s mouth was warm, and he smelled of the condom lubricant, but Baekhyun kissed him back immediately. He didn’t mind the taste any more, but that taste faded as Yixing’s hand teased into is hair. Yixing kissed him like he was the one above, not Baekhyun, like all he wanted was more of Baekhyun’s mouth, more of the taste of him. Baekhyun let out a startled moan at the scrape of Yixing’s teeth against his lip, the soft smoothing of Yixing’s tongue, the curling tease of it. Baekhyun forgot, himself, everything, his hands drifting along Yixing’s arms as Yixing kissed him, touched him.
He didn’t come back to himself until he was half hard against Yixing’s fingertips, and Yixing made a sound of regret as Baekhyun pulled away. He just had to breathe for a moment, pull himself back together.
“That was well done,” Baekhyun said, and Yixing smirked up at him.
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Prompt: Congratulatory TaeKai kisses on a post-M!Countdown coffee date pls?
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They got the coffee first, racing away as soon as their managers would let them and slipping off without even one fan realizing that they’d escaped the area. They chose a place to go at random, driving around for fifteen minutes longer that was strictly necessary because it was fun to squabble over where they were going. Half the fun was just in getting there, not actually what they were getting. But that took another few minutes, flipping a coin to see who would go in, and then taking additional bets on if who went in was going to get recognized or not.
Jongin lost the coin toss, but won the bet, probably by mumbling and looking sleepy. But with drinks in hand, they went to one of the only places they could be alone, parking in a parking structure that was almost abandoned, in a place they could hear if anyone was approaching but where they couldn’t be seen. They drank their spoils, Taemin done first like he’d almost absorbed it.
“Hey,” Jongin said, putting aside his drink and reaching for Taemin’s shoulder. They sank down a little, getting closer, feeling a little safer that way. “Good job.”
The kisses were a congratulations themselves, to themselves even. They were able to keep each other close, and that counted for everything.
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Prompt: could I ask for a chansoo abo where chanyeol is afraid to ask if kyungsoo wants kids yet but kyungsoo fucks it out of him ;)
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Chanyeol was holding something back. No, Kyungsoo wasn’t psychic, but he knew.
When Chanyeol was debating to himself, his thoughts were hard and loud - a lot like Chanyeol himself was when Kyungsoo got him going.
But Kyungsoo had a way of getting information out of Chanyeol, even if Chanyeol probably would’ve protested how effective it was. It was a little evil, but also incredibly productive the few times he’d been forced to use it. He’d never used it on real secrets - even if he’d have liked to know if Chanyeol was planning a surprise party - but then again…
Chanyeol was squirming under him, and it was driving Kyungsoo wild. The thing about long legs, there was also more of them to wrap around him and Chanyeol sometimes made it hard to move, even while begging Kyungsoo for more. He’d never, ever been with someone as needy, as vocal, as prone to giving himself fully over to the sheer pleasure of it all.
Kyungsoo scraped his teeth slowly over Chanyeol’s collarbone, feeling his hips shifting with every move, and knew it was time.
“What have you been wanting to ask me?” Kyungsoo asked, and there was no reason to dance around it even as Chanyeol tried to reach for Kyungsoo’s hips and was denied. He went so tight, swallowing hard and for a moment avoiding Kyungsoo’s eyes.
“Kyungsoo-“
Chanyeol moaned as Kyungsoo almost tried to fold him over, and then he laughed, helpless not to as he cupped Kyungsoo’s neck. Kyungsoo’s hips danced a moment and Chanyeol’s eyes nearly crossed.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol gasped, and Kyungsoo raised his eyebrows.
“What is it? Or are you going to ask when we’re dead?”
“No.” Chanyeol rested his head back, breathing and trying to get his head together before tilting his head and meeting Kyungsoo’s eyes.
“When…When were you thinking about having kids? Like, soon, or…?”
Kyungsoo had wondered if that was part of the question, but hearing it was something else. Kyungsoo settled closer, pressing kisses against Chanyeol’s chin, the corner of his lips. Chanyeol wouldn’t have been asking, if he hadn’t maybe hoped for “soon.”
“We should talk about how soon,” Kyungsoo said. “As soon as we think we’re ready.”
Chanyeol gulped, nodding and tugging Kyungsoo into a kiss that had them both moaning. The conversation was tabled, Kyungsoo starting to move his hips and Chanyeol reduced to moans. They’d talk, when they could both concentrate on it. For then, all their concentration was for each other.
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Prompt: thank you for the chansoo abo, maybe a follow up where soo and chanyeol are actively trying for kids aka knotting extravaganza
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Chanyeol was moaning, pulling back on his legs as Kyungsoo fucked into him. He was still aching and pleased from the last knotting, but Kyungsoo was fucking him like it was the first time he’d ever gotten his cock in someone, like he hadn’t knotted Chanyeol four times in the last day, each time groaning as he came, his knot holding him deep like that was the time, Chanyeol was going to grow big with child because of him right then. He didn’t realize how turned on by the idea Kyungsoo was, giving part of himself to Chanyeol, accomplishing something no one else could. Kyungsoo had always been proud of the knotting, filling his mate.
But there was something special in it, in Kyungsoo’s enthusiasm, like he was claiming Chanyeol all over again. And Chanyeol arched and came as Kyungsoo watched him, with no more friction than Kyungsoo’s eyes on him, desperate, empty, hungry for the knot. Kyungsoo would keep going until they were sure, until Chanyeol’s scent changed. And then, the only purpose of the knot would be for pleasure.
Chanyeol reached for him, begged for him, until Kyungsoo bent over him, his hips working, the knot swelling even as his tongue slid against Chanyeol’s. Kyungsoo moaned into his mouth and Chanyeol felt the throbbing in him as Kyungsoo came. Kyungsoo shifted, enjoying his knot trapped in Chanyeol as they continued kissing. Chanyeol moaned for him, still half hard against his belly, and even more curious of how many times it would take.
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Prompt: hi ;^; here to shamelessly leave more laysoo prompts: college au one night stand where yixing is mildly surprised ksoo is bossy in bed.
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It was good to know what was wanted, there was no doubt about that. Yixing had met Kyungsoo’s friends only briefly at the house party, and he’d been genial with them, smacking back at someone who’d tried to tease him about the fact that he was leaving with a guy. They’d started talking, he and Kyungsoo, and he’d been the one to flirt first, reaching out, touching Kyungsoo’s shirt, and biting his lip as Kyungsoo’s eyes swept down him, interested. A little kissing in the corner, and Kyungsoo had asked him to get out of there with him. He’d spent the last couple of parties with only the company of his own hand, but Kyungsoo was- Ah.
Yixing moaned a little as Kyungsoo kissed along his neck. It was his room, the closest, and no roommate that weekend to worry about. Kyungsoo seemed so genial, knowing what he wanted - that he wanted Yixing.
But in bed, he knew what he wanted, too. More, faster, just like that. And that was just when Yixing had been going down on him. It had been surprising, that direction, not demeaning at all, but determined, gentle with his hands and that mouth. Kyungsoo’s moans were destroying him, arching his back as Kyungsoo began to rock his hips.
/Kiss me./
Yixing could do that. He could do that all day.
/Touch yourself./
That, that was an urging, and Yixing had been about to anyway, shuddering with Kyungsoo inside of him. Kyungsoo didn’t tell him when to come, but he moaned when Yixing did, shuddering, gripping one of Yixing’s thighs and Yixing saw when his eyes closed, felt Kyungsoo come.
Yixing was the one to get up, taking a swipe at getting himself clean and getting Kyungsoo a water bottle before wheezing back onto the mattress. Kyungsoo kissed him a few more times, mouth cold from the water. Yixing didn’t know if Kyungsoo was the type to stay. But he did. For a while, anyway, he did.
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Prompt: sekai are college room mates who play video games and make out https://38.media.tumblr.com/09eb333d76177a939fa5cc56b754c5be/tumblr_npj9ntwsZZ1qzh5sno2_r1_540.gif
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The best way to totally kill someone’s rally was to move places, plant himself in their lap, and then grind there while also trying to focus. It didn’t work so well on driving games, because Jongin was as liable to flame out as he was to win, and Sehun’s sheer force of will sometimes took him across the line. It also depended on how hot he’d gotten Sehun to start with, kisses against his neck between fights, rubbing at Sehun’s pants with his foot. It was playing dirty, but sometimes Sehun did it, too. They had a lot of things they played for. Hand jobs, blow jobs, dishes, laundry. When Sehun failed at the game and Jongin went down with him, it was just as easy to turn and straddle Sehun’s lap and start kissing him.
It was better than Sehun yelling at him, or trying to kick him, grinding against Sehun, slow, until Sehun started yanking at his hips and demanding more. Then, it was a different kind of competition, who came first, though they both got to win with that. And then there was the debate of who had to get up and go turn on the shower. Sehun had no issues with smacking at Jongin as he went, either.
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