[Fic] Secrets and Love
Title: Secrets and Love
Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genres: AU, non-AU, smut, fluff, horror, kink
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: 32 short fics between a run-on sentence and a thousand words.
Note: Pay attention to the prompts, as I've tried to mark the smut woven throughout with a (smut) tag.
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Prompt: antique bakery! qmi au please?? where Mi is the pastry chef and Kyu is the owner :3
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It looked cloyingly sweet, glossy chocolate covering dense cake. The green filling oozed under Kyuhyun's fork, and he steeled himself to take a bite. Zhou Mi was staring at him so intently that he very nearly missed his mouth with the fork, before liquid chocolate coated his palate. It was bitter, the sweet in the filling lifting it from being a total frown. He swallowed carefully, thinking as he stared at the little mound of dessert.
"It'd go with a sweet drink," Kyuhyun said.
"I agree," Zhou Mi said, smiling at him. "Two disparate things like that would work well together."
The look that Zhou Mi sent was so very pointed, before he turned back into the kitchen.
Kyuhyun ended up in the bathroom, not sick but feeling wrong anyway. It had been no mystery that Zhou Mi could make things that he liked, like he was skirting around the edges of fear and giving Kyuhyun a path of safety. It was not as though he liked bitter things. But there had been a lesson in it that he was not sure that he was prepared to take.
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"Go kiss one of your French boys," Kyuhyun grumbled, locking the front doors almost viciously.
"I'm not a cake. I realize you have...regrets, but you should not-- I am not a confection you can just push to the side of your plate."
"What does no mean?" Kyuhyun demanded.
Zhou Mi leaned against the display case almost bonelessly. "Stop."
"No," Kyuhyun said.
So Zhou Mi disappeared into the kitchen, and Kyuhyun relaxed.
And he did not see Zhou Mi for a week.
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Kyuhyun ended up in Zhou Mi's bed. Sleeping, mind, but in his bed. He'd nearly sat on Zhou Mi, holding a bag of crushed ice to Zhou Mi's bruised eye.
"No," Zhou Mi had said, lashing out with him verbally, glaring with the only eye still available to him.
"You want me to stop? You want me to go?" Kyuhyun asked.
Kyuhyun watched that eye dim and close. "No."
So Kyuhyun stayed. He'd done his best not to avert his eyes as Zhou Mi stripped for bed. Of course he wore boxer briefs. Of course he did. He needed to think. And Kyuhyun was not ever going to sleep on the couch, even if he slept in his clothes. He slept easier than he imagined, waking only once as Zhou Mi came back from the bathroom and sleeping again. The swelling was still ugly on Zhou Mi's face in the morning light, as Kyuhyun smoothed some of Zhou Mi's hair back. He was glad he'd been of some use, somehow.
He was not going to fall for Zhou Mi simply because Zhou Mi thought he should. But perhaps because of that, it would be something stronger.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (Bottom!Kyu) - Kitchen sex! Preferably involving a kitchen island and penetration with some object (smut)
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“Cold,” was the first thing out of Kyuhyun’s mouth. “Cold, what- Zhou Mi.”
“Too much?” Zhou Mi asked. As though Kyuhyun wasn’t bent over the the island in the middle of the kitchen, the block pressing into his stomach and cool against his chest even through his shirt.
“Maybe. No.”
It wasn’t a surprise. He’d waved their little impromptu toy around in front of Zhou Mi’s nose himself.
“I just wondered. Maybe.”
A cucumber. Which they could clean and cover, and be safe with of course, and Zhou Mi’s brows had rose, but he hadn’t looked offended. It wasn’t like it was bigger than Zhou Mi was. And Zhou Mi was almost always up for anything.
But they hadn’t waited long enough for it to warm fully, and somehow he though Zhou Mi was laughing at him, or glad perhaps, since yeah, Zhou Mi was never cooler than body temperature unless Kyuhyun teased him with cold water in the shower (Zhou Mi: loud).
But it was so…different. It was like his whole body tensed, protecting itself from the cold invasion. Zhou Mi was careful, making it slick, pressing lips to his back to soothe him. But then, all the blood in his body seemed to be pooling there, too, trying to warm it up.
“You can move,” he nearly squeaked, and Zhou Mi gripped one of his thighs, using the other to fuck Kyuhyun. The friction brought heat, and fed his arousal even as his mind and body warred against the cold.
“Fuck,” he moaned, and heard Zhou Mi echo him.
“Not quite as easy doing it myself,” Zhou Mi panted behind him. “But you look so sexy.”
He huffed out a laugh as his forehead thunked against the wood.
“Tell me what you want,” Zhou Mi urged.
“Ugh.”
“Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi’s fingers were teasing him, touching his cock and darting away, making him squirm.
“Please! Jerk me off. Suck me. Throw that thing away and fuck me, I don’t care. Just. Please.”
“We’ll do that next,” Zhou Mi said, a promise, a vow, and Kyuhyun’s mind couldn’t even fathom.
And Zhou Mi gripped him, jerking him off to the rhythm of the cold sliding into him, until he came against the counter, thighs shaking, moans rocking him.
He was still panting, gasping as the cold was suddenly gone, and heard the garbage open and close.
“It was a good cucumber,” Zhou Mi told him as if in eulogy of it, stroking his hair and pressing a kiss to the side of his face. He was going to stand in a minute. As soon as he sighed one more time.
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Prompt: QMi Master/Pet kink (smut)
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The collar was black, stark against Zhou Mi’s neck, gilded and beautiful when Zhou Mi bared his throat to him. He pushed his head into Kyuhyun’s hand, a smile curling in the corners of his eyes. All he could do was smile, because as he shuffled through Zhou Mi’s hair, Zhou Mi’s hand was stroking him, keeping him hard.
“You look beautiful like this,” Kyuhyun said. Zhou Mi looked beautiful in so many ways, but he felt compelled to say it. A reward. And Zhou Mi could not have looked more pleased.
There was no conventional with them. There were no rules, only the ones they decided, and the ones they required.
He gasped as Zhou Mi reached for him, tongue tracing his lips, gripping his shoulder, but never stopping stroking him.
“Good,” Kyuhyun whispered. “Good. Like that. Come on.”
His finger slipped under the collar, pulling it but not tight, watching Zhou Mi’s eyes go dark, his hand working faster until Kyuhyun was moaning against his mouth and coming against Zhou Mi’s skin.
He was helpless and he was lost, kissing Zhou Mi’s chin. Zhou Mi’s lips twitched, forming one word, a plea.
“For me,” Kyuhyun said, backing down the bed and seeing his come on Zhou Mi’s stomach. And he kissed, sucked on Zhou Mi’s thighs, as Zhou MI touched himself for him. Always with a smug smile.
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Prompt: can you imagine like blonde kyu as faye when he was like half vampire *O*
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They had been bound together. Kyuhyun closed his eyes - his eye, but he could not separate the thought - and wondered how it could have been allowed. Zhou Mi had not understood his willingness to do what was needed, and Zhou Mi had been unwilling to give him up.
That kind of sentiment was for lovers, something they were not. And for a very long time, he had thought something they would never be. Zhou Mi had been too aloof, too detached. Not that Kyuhyun had been any better, but he had hidden it behind a smile, and turn of phrase.
He wondered if loneliness was watching Zhou Mi walk away. He wondered what to do with the life he'd been given, because Zhou Mi was keeping him alive whether he liked it or not.
He closed his eyes at Zhou Mi's hand against his head. Zhou Mi did not speak, but there was a message in that touch. Until his eye was back, until he could make decisions again for himself, to wait. There was another, too, to stay with Zhou Mi until the end.
They would see.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun - Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi attend an elite music academy and Kyuhyun is a genius pianist/composer
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The school was large, and drafty, stone that echoed with footsteps and laughter. Some called it a castle, others likened it more to a dungeon - usually around exams. But one thing that could not be denied: that it was full of beautiful music. Sometimes strains of it could be heard, when doors to the practice rooms were open. Sometimes a hauntingly beautiful voice carried down stairwells, or the shout of a chorus that made everyone stop and listen in wonder.
As music schools went, Zhou Mi found it to be nearly perfect. The students were nurtured in it. Even if his own body’s schedule went counter to that of the greater population. When he couldn’t sleep, he thought, and when he thought, he roamed. Lights were along all the stairs to illuminate them even in the dark, and most of the time, all he heard was silence. In his head, words stretched, with every stairway he took, every corridor a draft gusted down behind him. Sometimes he stopped, using his thumbs to frantically type down phrases, words, that would for some, give music life.
It was one night, dark and still, that he found himself humming before realizing why. Even the latest of the night owls were usually holed up by then, and the number of students allowed into practice rooms after midnight were few. It was the strains of a piano, no simple chords or scales. Such great expression, rolling sound that seemed to weep and whisper. He followed the sound, down corridors, up steps, fingers dragging along old stone, and words far from him. He was breathless with the need to know, hoping whoever played did not stop before he found them. Light spilled from a door, the sound louder each step he took, and he almost shivered at the way the piano sang. It was a student playing, because the man Zhou Mi saw was none of the teachers. The pianist was facing away from him, the piano nothing flashy just a normal student upright. But the sound, the sound was rich, and full, and heady. He watched long fingers caress keys, watched as the shoulders in front of him hunched, as the music sang through the man as well as through the wires.
Zhou Mi slipped away before he was noticed, and the music chased after him.
He followed the music nightly after that, feeling like something inside of him was being played as well, the closer he got. Words seemed to pour out of him when he was back at his desk, sketching lyrics onto paper with the need to feel the pencil in his hand, the tension of it. The second night watching the pianist, he realized what he had not before, that there was no sheet music. If the pianist played from memory, then it was a composition that Zhou Mi was unfamiliar with. If not… Zhou Mi licked his lips, sagging against the door frame. If not, then perhaps it was music from inside him.
When the music stopped that fourth night, a song different from the others, it was as though all the air left the the hall. He almost did not dare to breathe, watching the nap of the pianist neck, dark hair against his neck, as though the music would start again.
The voice that carried to him was as unexpected as the music had been.
“You stand and watch and leave without saying anything.”
Zhou Mi stepped past the threshold, not one step further, and his tone apology. “The way you played was captivating. I did not want to interrupt.”
“No one has ever been up here this late, so I stopped closing the door.”
“Sometimes I can’t sleep,” Zhou Mi said, another step closer. “So I followed the sound. Should I leave?”
“Do you play?”
It felt as though he were being weighed. “A little. Enough. I compose lyrics. I sing.”
He came even, the pianists profile in plain sight. And only then was he looked at, as though his daring was rewarded. They were tired eyes, dark and steady, lips that pursed as they considered each other. His hair was a little too long, curling at his ear, and Zhou Mi both wanted to touch and look a little longer.
“My name is Zhou Mi,” he offered.
It got him a smile, a tiny dimple peeking at him and head dipping in greeting. “Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi did not have to ask if piano or composition was Kyuhyun’s focus. If it was not, Zhou Mi could not even fathom.
“You can stay if you like,” Kyuhyun said, gesturing to the hard-backed chair nearby. And it might as well have been covered in superglue, for the way that Zhou Mi’s backside fastened to it. If he had permission, he was not leaving until Kyuhyun was through. He had a notebook in his jacket, just in case. He’d stay until the sun rose, even if it meant sleeping during one of his classes, and getting hit on the head by his professor. It was of less concern to him how Kyuhyun had known he was there, or why he’d been invited in. He was just glad he had been.
There was something beautiful in that posture, a different angle than he had seen before, and he prepared himself for the music, for when he could see not only the backs of Kyuhyun's shoulders, but his face.
“What piece are you playing tonight?” he asked instead, smiling as Kyuhyun rolled his shoulders and readied himself to play again.
Kyuhyun’s lips twitched, eyes on Zhou Mi’s for a brief moment as he readied his hands at the keys. “Yours.”
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Prompt: complete and utter failsex. No one's fault, no hard feelings, but they're both pretty frustrated, although they settle for a snuggle (and a few ice packs) (smut)
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There were some days when it didn’t pay to try. Kyuhyun had a laugh perpetually caught in the back of his throat because he’d hammered his head on the headboard - just getting into bed! - after making out on the couch, and all Zhou Mi’s nose could smell was an uncomfortable copper smell since he’d smacked it into Kyuhyun’s collarbone. At that point, they probably should’ve given up, since Zhou Mi’s face was throbbing and Kyuhyun had tears in his eyes that had nothing to do with rapture. But they were still hard, at least. At that point.
He poked his fingers through two consecutive condoms, for two totally different reasons, one of which was Kyuhyun’s shin harshly meeting his groin.
“Careful!”
Apparently that noise was more amusing than his nose had been, though Kyuhyun had tried to apologize by offering to kiss it better, and setting off another round of laughter. And then Kyuhyun pulled a trick they hadn’t seen in a while, where he broke the cap off the lube container in such a way that the lube wouldn’t come out without the whole cap being unscrewed.
Unscrewed was what they were doing, basically.
Zhou Mi didn’t want to kiss, because…nose. Their laugh at each other then was basically closed mouth and not daring to ask what else could go wrong.
And by the time the lube was fixed, another condom unearthed, Zhou Mi felt utterly needed as Kyuhyun stared at him and yawned.
“Maybe when we can coordinate ourselves,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun nodded, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
Zhou Mi pressed his nose against the ice pack he’d rested on Kyuhyun’s chest, the other with Kyuhyun’s head resting against it. They’d been foiled, which wasn’t something that happened too often, short of a too-prompt food delivery. It wasn’t quite as fun as what they could’ve been doing, but he knew they’d have fun trying again. And if he had to fail at sex with someone, he wanted it to be Kyuhyun.
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Prompt: QMi, teasing each other
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Kyuhyun got to his desk one day to a very interesting decoration. It was a pepero stick, with a marshmallow on top that had been studded with sugar.
“My star!” the card beneath it read.
Kyuhyun realized the…creation…in front of him was meant to be a microphone. Given the fact that their date the previous night had been to karaoke, and Kyuhyun’s shining moment of the night had been to nearly scare two teenage girls to death by bursting into the wrong room?
Zhou Mi had a sick sense of humor, he thought, biting the marshmallow off viciously. But his humor tasted good, at least.
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“Marshmallow,” Kyuhyun said, biting down on Zhou Mi’s earlobe after he’d smashed Zhou Mi down against the mattress. “Why do you taste like marshmallow.”
He could feel Zhou Mi’s giggles beneath him, and he smacked Zhou Mi’s butt a couple of times while laughing into his neck.
“Those poor girls,” Kyuhyun groaned, prompting Zhou Mi to snort attractively.
“They had a great story to tell their friends,” Zhou Mi had told him right after. “Some weirdo burst in on them, and-“
He didn’t think any amount of spanking was going to stop the laughter.
“I don’t have any more marshmallows,” Zhou Mi said, voice almost surprisingly husky. “But I can make you forget.”
Kyuhyun wiggled closer. He was sold.
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Prompt: Kyu reacting to Mi's "tattoo"
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Because they had so many things painted on their bodies at any various times, Kyuhyun should not have paused and stared quite so hard at Zhou Mi's arm. Maybe it was the location, because Zhou Mi's arm was sleek and finely muscled, all firm to the touch from his ridiculous shoulder to the tips of his mile-long fingers. He liked staring at that arm, so something new to behold on it was...new. And interesting.
"What's that for?" Kyuhyun asked, indelicately poking at the dark marking on Zhou Mi's skin.
"A fun thing," Zhou Mi laughed, grinning up at him. "I thought it looked kind of cool."
"Maybe."
He certainly wasn't going to let on that many things that Zhou MI did or wore he found cool. Even when they were repulsive. Love was blind, there was that.
"I was going to ask if it was real."
Zhou Mi stared up at him, blinking almost in concern. "And? Would you have been upset?"
"No. Well, maybe. That you didn't get my opinion. That I didn't get to watch your face while you got it. But mostly I'd want to touch."
Zhou Mi smirked, smug jerk. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. And trace it. With my tongue."
Oh, that wiped the smirk off, Zhou Mi's mouth falling open. "I'd...let you."
"I bet," Kyuhyun said, settling into his lap. "And then you know what else I'd ask?"
Zhou Mi seemed to think, his hands settling on Kyuhyun's hips. "Hmm, I wonder."
Kyuhyun leaned close, close enough for his lips to brush against Zhou Mi's ear, and close enough so he could feel Zhou Mi's rollicking laughter. "I'd ask why my name wasn't on it."
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Prompt: Kyuhyun admiring Mimi's muscles
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Zhou Mi asleep was a Zhou Mi waiting to be admired, in Kyuhyun’s opinion. He could only see so much, the sheet perching dangerously at Zhou Mi’s hip, but it was enough. Kyuhyun worked his way up, finger dipping into Zhou Mi’s belly button. Even relaxed in sleep, Kyuhyun knew the definition of that stomach, had tasted it, braced his hands on it. Zhou Mi did not even twitch as Kyuhyun passed the edge of his ribs, tracing a line around the edge of Zhou Mi’s pectorals. They weren’t large, and sometimes he smirked when he watched Zhou Mi flexing in the mirror but oh, they were there. And his hand wasn’t that big anyway, feeling the muscles there quivering as they kissed.
And his shoulders, long and lean, muscles that stretched out from his neck and anchored him. Slope and curve and angles and bumps, never a dull moment for his fingers or his mouth. Or his eyes, for that matter. Zhou Mi in a tank top, showing off the breadth of those…Kyuhyun sighed, and squeezed Zhou Mi’s upper arm, feeling the round strength of relaxed biceps. He’d clung to those arms before, been lifted by them. And the lean strength of his forearms, too, the way they stood out when Zhou Mi braced himself.
Kyuhyun gasped, when his hand was grabbed and squeezed.
Zhou Mi peeked at him through his lashes and smiled.
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Prompt: Qmi's special little Chinese lessons
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“What are you going to teach me today?” Zhou Mi teased, fiddling with Kyuhyun's collar as they got set up knee to knee. He even had a book, a nice one, sitting next to him. Sometimes it went like it should've, just conversation practice and Kyuhyun playing with tones and sounds and imitating Zhou Mi with his good ear. A good ear for tones was good, especially since Kyuhyun hadn't grown up listening to subtle distinctions.
Kyuhyun had less reasons to tease him about his Korean, and he even dreamed in it sometimes, his brain a mess and tumble of Cantonese and Mandarin and English and Korean, and trying to pull the right word from the right language.
But Kyuhyun was poking his knee, squirming in between them in a way that was almost alarming. That was not practicing. That did not have any book involved. But Kyuhyun settled himself, almost daring Zhou Mi to do his worst, his body warm against Zhou Mi's.
So he gave Kyuhyun a word, spoke it against his throat, against his lips, and felt Kyuhyun speak it back, making sentences as he petted Zhou Mi's hair. Cuddling as a method of teaching. He squeezed Kyuhyun tighter.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun examining Zhou Mi's buffness
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"Flex," Kyuhyun said, standing back like the world's most technical judge. Not a critical one, no, but he wanted to see what he wanted to see, and he had a willing subject.
It was no hardship to stand back and watch while Zhou Mi's biceps rounded, and his chest shifted as his arms moved. Not to mention his shoulders, and the silly expression on his face.
"Interesting," Kyuhyun hummed.
And Zhou Mi narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, interesting? Do you see something wrong? Am I uneven? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I think." And he sauntered up, tilting his head for a better look. "Nice definition. Looks even."
Still, he didn't let the thoughtful expression fall from his face, at least, not until he reached out with both hands and groped Zhou Mi's arms.
"I think I'll get a better evaluation this way," Kyuhyun said, and grinned.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun's thoughts on Zhou Mi's butt (smut)
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Kyuhyun had a lot of thoughts about Zhou Mi's butt. Sometimes it played hide and seek with him, depending on the pants that Zhou Mi was wearing. Zhou Mi took to wearing baggy weird things, and then it all but disappeared like some kind of elusive unicorn. Well, not. He could find it, but Zhou Mi took exception to being goosed in public. Private was something else. People joked they'd found each other because their collective backsides evened each other out. But those people hadn't seen Zhou Mi in skinny jeans apparently, or in soft pajama pants, or - Kyuhyun's personal favorite - boxer briefs. He'd snuggled the curves of Zhou Mi's butt in those with his hands, and more times than he could count. Nuzzled them, too. That was like a tease to the eyes, on all sides.
And if they were asking, which they didn't, if that made getting naked together any less fun, they weren't thinking straight. Take Zhou Mi in the shower, all wet and pretty. Two, water-bejeweled handfuls just waiting for him to squeeze. And did they fit together? Only perfectly, Zhou Mi's butt perfectly cradling him and driving him wild - and waiting for the next time he got to fit himself inside. And that was perfect, too.
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Prompt: Qmi's first impressions of each other
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Kyuhyun was making a sad frog face the first time that Zhou Mi saw him. His cheeks were all stretched out, eyes uneven just because he was unimpressed with something he was being told.
Even before Kyuhyun had burst out laughing, it had been the cutest thing Zhou Mi had ever seen.
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The first time Kyuhyun had seen Zhou Mi, he'd seen a shock of black hair, like the roof of someone's hut had taken up residence really high up in the air. He'd had a stubborn chin and angry brows going on, and Kyuhyun wondered for just one moment if he'd made a mistake and should've chosen a different place. A stunning angry person, but-
It turned out that first appearances were deceiving.
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Zhou Mi wiped sweat off of Kyuhyun's face, both impressed and a bit startled. He'd caused it, so he'd take it. And Kyuhyun still looked amazing.
"So sweaty," Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun grunted at him, and kissed him.
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Prompt: Qmi and the "scandal boyfriends"
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They had him on a schedule. There was a specific timeframe set up for each, based on Zhou Mi's schedules and whereabouts. Sometimes this went over easily, and some times it went over in a very difficult manner, every getting into caps lock discussions in the chat room they'd set up for that very purpose.
MY TURN TO HAVE DINNER.
I GET HIS HOTEL.
HE'S GOING SHOPPING WITH ME.
By and large they accomplished this feat without showing Zhou Mi the...heated nature of their arguments over whose turn it was. All Zhou Mi knew was that he received an email every time he left the country indicating who he should contact and when.
He wouldn't have liked the occasional animosity, though they knew he was pleased that everyone wanted to see him and spend time with him. They were the Scandal Boyfriends club, regarding each other with the air of second or third spouses, all trying to move up in Zhou Mi's affection.
Though there was no chance of any of them losing it, because they were talking about Zhou Mi after all.
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Prompt: QMi secret twitter DM's and one sent publicly
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Using a new method to communicate always had a little shine to it. The first time a little purple egg showed up in his DM list, Zhou Mi had nearly wiggled, typing back something too sappy to reproduce. Kyuhyun varied between total silence and throwing every thought in his head at Zhou Mi, so he really didn't mind that. Sometimes they even DMed while sitting next to each other, Kyuhyun chuckling to himself which didn't arouse any suspicion at all, no.
Some of it was mundane: Are you going to shower?
The answers were sometimes less so: Are you going to with me?
But Zhou Mi's breath caught in his throat, realizing he'd done the wrong thing, and he grabbed Kyuhyun's side. Kyuhyun, who was rolled into bed and just waiting for Zhou Mi to turn out the light so they could sleep.
"I sent a DM to everyone," Zhou Mi said, pressing his phone close to Kyuhyun's face so he could read it.
Kyuhyun laughed into his pillow, laughing harder when Zhou Mi rocked him. "At least my name's not on it. Fans will think you're telling them goodnight."
Zhou Mi's forehead met Kyuhyun's shoulder, and he laughed as well, the momentary terror gone.
But Zhou Mi woke up to a DM of Kyuhyun's. And he cradled his phone against his heart.
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Prompt: There is a some form of insect in the bedroom and no one around to get it out (based on the discovery that Kyuhyun is also a wuss with bugs). Bickering about who should deal with the insect/sulking/being forced to sleep in another room.
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It was flying thing. Kyuhyun didn’t really care what it was, he just needed it out of his room, away from his space. It could eat his clothes or his pillowcase or fly into his computer or his mouth, or… He shuddered, and got moral support. Maybe not the wisest moral support, as Zhou Mi clutched his arm and stared with him at the dark blob on the wall.
“What is it?” Zhou MI asked.
“I don’t know. I just need to know how to get it out. Maybe you could-”
“No,” Zhou Mi said, staring at him like he’d grown a second head. “No. I’ll help you, though.”
Kyuhyun pouted, no two ways about it.
Maybe they could get it to fly out. Or put a garbage can over it. Or get it to crawl on a piece of paper and evict it to the common room where they didn’t have to sleep.
So he’d approached with paper and a jar, with Zhou Mi’s hand curled into the back of his shirt. To keep him from falling, and to give him support Kyuhyun imagined. But the paper had barely touched the wall when the thing launched itself into the air, and Kyuhyun shrieked, jumping into the floor and creating a virtual tornado where he tried to hide behind Zhou Mi only to have Zhou Mi spin him back around in front again, until they were both breathless and crouched down and with zero idea where the bug had gone.
Shit.
“Some shield you are,” he said, shoving at Zhou Mi’s arm.
Zhou Mi just shoved back and they laughed at each other. Somewhere in the whole situation there was humor.
It had relocated to a lamp shade, and Kyuhyun viewed it with trepidation.
“You want to try?” he tried again, and Zhou Mi once again gave him the eye.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Zhou Mi opted.
No. No, that wasn’t happening.
“If we open the window, maybe we can wave it out,” Zhou Mi suggested.
That was smart! And idea. A great idea. It was belated that he thought if the window was open and the bug could get out, then other bugs could get in, but they’d deal with that. They each had thick paper to fan and buffet, placed like warriors on the other side of the room and grim, realizing there was no more hiding for each of them.
Window up.
Bug in the air.
By the time it flew out the window, they were hollering like someone was being murdered, clutching at each other with papers still fanning- and then racing to slam down the window. They’d won, at last.
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Prompt: smutty qmi (smut)
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“Professor Zhou.”
Kyuhyun watched Zhou Mi’s throat convulse, as Kyuhyun closed the door of Zhou Mi’s tiny office behind him. Office hours had ended half an hour before, and Kyuhyun had arrived to see Zhou Mi in his glasses, pouring over what was probably a student paper.
A quick turn of the lock meant that no one was getting in, and the curtains were already closed. So he might have waggled his tongue suggestively.
He watched as Zhou Mi’s mouth opened, catching Kyuhyun’s thought.
“Here?”
The word was almost breathless, as though he were still processing, unsure. Not unsure about Kyuhyun, but because they were in his office. They’d never- Okay, they’d made out a little once, before a date, but they’d never done anything.
Kyuhyun kissed Zhou Mi, wiggling between him and his work.
“Sorry I was running late,” Zhou Mi said, blinking up at him.
“It’s okay.” And then he whispered, “Want me to blow you at your desk?”
Lifted brows. A cleared throat. “You know I do. But. If someone-“
“Door’s locked. Office hours have passed. No one’s going to come in and try and vacuum around us.
“The smell-“
“I’ll swallow. Crack a window tomorrow. I’ll get spray.”
Zhou Mi looked gorgeous in those glasses. Good thing he’d been there to help Zhou Mi pick them out. He knew how to make himself suffer, that was for sure.
He could see Zhou Mi’s resolve crumbling with every swipe of his tongue over his lips.
“You know I can make it quick,” Kyuhyun murmured against Zhou Mi’s mouth. “I’ll hide under your desk if that makes it better.”
The way Zhou Mi turned red, maybe it made it worse. They were going to have to explore that one day. But Zhou Mi gave on last uneasy look at the door before nodding his assent.
His mouth was already getting wet as he unthreaded Zhou Mi’s belt. He could feel the little shifts, Zhou Mi’s nerves, but that didn’t deter the blood from pooling, if the way Zhou Mi was getting hard under his knuckles was any indication. He knew the first kisses were wet, the way Zhou Mi hissed. If they’d been home with plenty of time, he’d have planed himself in Zhou Mi’s lap and drove him wild rocking against him and kissing him. No time for that, so he went right to it. He stroked Zhou Mi through his underwear before drawing him out, his fingers cradling as he admired the way Zhou Mi’s erection looked against his white dress shirt. Flushed and just waiting for his mouth.
Quick, he reminded himself, as his cheeks hollowed. He knew what Zhou Mi liked, swirling his tongue, tasting as Zhou Mi huffed out the quietest, most arousing moan.
Yeah, come on, he though, bobbing his head almost roughly, cradling Zhou Mi’s balls through his pants.
He hummed, and it was not only the sensation, but the sound that had Zhou Mi gasping and squeezing Kyuhyun’s neck. He wasn’t trying to be loud, but it was a quirk, a thing Zhou Mi liked. And no one would associate humming with-
Okay, some people might, like them. Zhou Mi’s thighs were so tight, as through he were trying hard to help Kyuhyun, to come as fast as possible. The slick of his lips against Zhou Mi’s skin, the twitch as Kyuhyun’s fingers dug into Zhou Mi’s thighs.
Come, come, come, he was humming, every bob of his head, and when he let his hand take over, stroking quickly, making Zhou Mi gasp with his tongue- and finally, coming for him.
And true to his word, not a drop was lost, Kyuhyun carefully swallowed, sucking Zhou Mi clean until it made him wiggle.
He tucked Zhou Mi back into his underwear, giving him a proud little pat and then smiling up.
Zhou Mi looked a little dazed, the back of his hair sticking up from where he’d rubbed it on the chair, and his glasses a bit askew.
He pushed up so Zhou Mi could kiss him without smacking his head on his own desk, and there was a promise in that kiss, and gratitude. Hey, if a guy couldn’t get blown at his own desk every once in a while, he was failing as a boyfriend.
And if they were going out, he just needed some gum. Though as Zhou Mi pulled him up, a smirk that had Kyuhyun’s heart thumping, maybe they both needed some.
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Prompt: first-time-in-weeks kind of smut? bonus if semi public or Kyuhyun has a kink for being held down/tied up (smut)
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Eighteen days. Eighteen days without touching Zhou Mi, hugging him. They’d seen each other video chatting, they’d had not-the-same phone sex, but it really wasn’t the same. He’d gotten used to Zhou Mi wrapping around him, breathing into his neck, touching his stomach. He was used to shivering at Zhou Mi’s smiles as Zhou Mi fixed his wrists to the headboard. And that was something he couldn’t do alone.
He wanted to kiss Zhou Mi for an hour, right there in the station, but he couldn’t. He was holding Zhou Mi so tight, breathing him in, he was surprised that Zhou Mi could breathe as well.
“Missed you,” Zhou Mi said, rocking them back and forth.
Him too. Him too.
There was a tickle in his throat when he pulled Zhou Mi into a storage room, feeling rather dangerous as he shut the door behind him. He couldn’t lock it. That was a thrill. He wasn’t going to lie and say he couldn’t wait until they got home. Didn’t want to was more accurate.
“Are we going to get arrested?” Zhou Mi asked, and Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he sounded intrigued or apprehensive. The fact that Zhou Mi didn’t ask what he was thinking showed Zhou Mi knew him too well.
“Not if we’re quick,” Kyuhyun said, and pulled Zhou Mi closer, the bag abandoned. And he moaned as Zhou mi kissed him, his eyes slamming shut and his hips seeking. But Zhou Mi held him out, denying him, making him want all the more.
“Planning this?”
“Less talk, more-“
“Pushy,” Zhou Mi laughed.
Pushy enough to get another kiss, Zhou Mi tipping back his head and making his breath come short.
He held up a condom packet almost to Zhou Mi’s nose, grinning as Zhou Mi took the edge between his teeth for a second.
“And-“
“That’s all we need. I’m ready.”
The sound Zhou Mi made was a combination of three or four curse words in one. All that really mattered to Kyuhyun out of that: want.
“How?”
“When I got to the station,” Kyuhyun said, and let Zhou Mi turn him, kneel with him. He worked his own pants as Zhou Mi did the same. If he closed his eyes he could see Zhou Mi stroking himself, getting harder, rolling the condom on. He really was ready, dark pants coming in handy just in case, and he heard Zhou Mi hiss when he discovered that.
Zhou Mi’s hand grabbed one of Kyuhyun’s forearms, pinning it, and he gasped, his whole body going warm. They braced together, moaned together, as Zhou Mi slid into him. And he swallowed the sound that threatened when Zhou Mi was in him and Kyuhyun’s other wrist was held.
That was what he wanted. Zhou Mi in him. Zhou Mi holding him. Zhou Mi moving.
“More, more. Fast,” Kyuhyun gasped. Just because he was pinned and covered didn’t mean he had no opinions, no voice. Maybe Zhou MI could’ve disregarded but he didn’t, not then, not when they could be caught at any moment. Zhou Mi took with the need of weeks apart, too much time, too many days with what they were doing - Zhou Mi sucking at his neck, hot against his back and inside him, making Kyuhyun moan and buck and whine in whispers, because he could not touch himself.
“Please please please,” he breathed, kissing one of the hands that held his arms down. He could feel Zhou Mi’s quickness, almost feel the flush of him against his neck. Fast. Quick. Soon. Faster.
He muffled his moans into Zhou Mi’s hand as Zhou Mi wrapped Kyuhyun’s shirt around his erection and stroked. Easier to clean, he knew, harder on his skin. He couldn’t have endured, much more than a few…more…
He came inside his shirt, shuddering, Zhou Mi’s teeth against his shoulder and gasping.
“Come on. Come now,” Kyuhyun half moaned, and he braced himself as moments later, Zhou Mi did just that.
They had thirty seconds of catching their breaths before Zhou Mi was on his feet, dressed and pulling Kyuhyun up as well, They tucked in his shirt, closing his pants and staring at each other.
“Guess we’re getting a taxi home,” Kyuhyun said, fanning his stomach.
Zhou Mi put his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and laughed.
It was great. It had felt amazing.
“Don’t go away for that long again,” Kyuhyun said, smacking Zhou Mi’s arm.
And Zhou Mi smiled and kissed him.
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Prompt: Domestic!Vampire!Mi and Kyu decide their sex life has become too dull.
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“We’ve gotten complacent.”
“Are you saying I’m boring?” Zhou Mi asked, side-eyeing him.
“No. But seriously, we used to have quickies before I went to work, and roll around in bed and now we’re almost boring.”
“So you are saying I’m boring.”
Kyuhyun kicked at him. “No.”
“You’re having sex with a vampire, pretty much the weirdest thing a human can do, and that’s losing its shine for you?”
Kyuhyun actually laughed, licking his lips and leaning forward. “No! I like getting bitten when we’re having sex. We should have sex every day for a month.”
“Okay,” Zhou Mi said, wisely not pointing out that they’d had sex almost every day for the month previous.
“We should try stuff. You should tie me up. Or blindfolds! Or maybe so one of us can’t talk.”
Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose. “Can’t bite if I can’t talk.”
“I can blow you in the shower, or we can have sex in the closet, or…”
Kyuhyun was continuing on, without Zhou Mi’s participation, and Zhou Mi sighed, standing up and draping himself over Kyuhyun’s back.
“How about we get started right now?” Zhou Mi said, licking Kyuhyun’s neck.
Kyuhyun’s breath stuttered, squirming back against Zhou Mi.
So there were things they hadn’t tried. But the tried and true things seemed to still work just fine.
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Prompt: Qmi get drunk and have sex in the room Kyuhyun shares with Sungmin, thinking they can get away with it because Min is asleep and they can be quiet. They're not quiet and Sungmin isn't asleep.
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“Quiet,” Kyuhyun stage whispered, because Sungmin was in the room. All he wanted was to roll around and get off and that required Zhou Mi, and even if they’d been drinking, they could do it. Sungmin was a heavy sleeper.
“Okay,” Zhou Mi whispered back, bumping the door closed behind him.
They were absolutely quiet, kissing and working off clothes. Zhou MI was snuffling into his neck, and the bed creaked as both their weight eased onto it.
“SHHH,” Kyuhyun hissed, and kissed Zhou Mi like he’d been the one making the noise and not the bed. But that was nice, so. The wine had been really nice. More than really nice. Lots of it. Kyuhyun was sweet, offering him all of that, offering him his bed. He almost cooed at Kyuhyun’s little whimper.
Everything went great, until the lube fell off the bed. Loudly.
“You get it,” Kyuhyun said, poking Zhou Mi’s side.
“You dropped it!”
“Shh, you’re going to wake Sungmin up. Just get it!”
“But-“
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Sungmin was bemused. They hadn’t been quiet getting in the door. Getting undressed. Getting into bed. Kissing or doing whatever it was that they’d been doing after. He wasn’t sure if quiet was in their vocabulary. The slur in Zhou Mi’s words indicated why they were unaware of their noise.
“I’ll get up and get it if it’ll make you two shut up and go to sleep,” Sungmin offered, a little more crankily than he’d intended. He hadn’t been asleep yet anyway, but it wasn’t like he was getting to sleep with horny and hornier across the room.
There was a moment of utter silence, and then another burst of giggles followed by Zhou Mi beeping out an apology.
Sungmin just sighed and rolled over, shaking his head. Though, he thought cheerily, Kyuhyun would probably be embarrassed in the morning.
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Prompt: qmi, cooking misadventures
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Sometimes it was amazing that they knew they were allowed to work a stove. Not even the ones with gas and flames, but just ordinary electricity. It was kind of a rush of power in Kyuhyun’s opinion, because he could make anything he wanted. If only everything he wanted wasn’t so complicated and prone to failing.
Which was why he had an assistant, Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi, who was absently feeding himself pieces of carrot as he read the recipe, even though Kyuhyun had spent a lot of time and effort chopping those.
“Hey!” Zhou Mi complained, when Kyuhyun slapped his hand.
“That’s for the food. If you eat them all, I have to cut more.”
Though, they didn’t have any more. That was a slight problem. Even more reason for Zhou Mi to stop eating them. The recipe seemed to turn out differently every time. Maybe because he kept adding different stuff it didn’t call for, but usually that worked. Though, Zhou Mi’s face one time had been priceless, some kind of grimace that had almost been worth being hungry until their delivery had arrived.
For some reason Zhou Mi thought supervising would help. Or maybe because after all the knives were put down, he liked resting his chin on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and talking to him while Kyuhyun performed his best kitchen technique: stirring.
He got a couple of things out of it. Lots of Zhou Mi touching, and, that time at least, good food.
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Prompt: Qmi...Blow Job...Couch...in which they were dressing pants with belts (smut)
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Kyuhyun’s moans were a wonder. A wonder that Zhou Mi could think straight at all as he kissed Kyuhyun until he was sitting on the couch, eyes opening wide, unfocused, alarmed, as Zhou Mi pulled back. But Zhou Mi wasn’t leaving, not nearly, ignoring the stinging in his knees pressed Kyuhyun’s thighs wider. He did not cup the straining cloth, the fine cloth of Kyuhyun’s suit. He tugged at Kyuhyun’s shirt instead, pulling it from his waistband.
“Please, Zhou Mi.”
He wanted to unwrap his prize. It took one finger hooked in the end of Kyuhyun’s belt to work it free of the loop. And with his hand, he pulled, watching the leather slide down the prong until it could be worked free, until inch by inch the leather hissed as he pulled it from the buckle. But the belt he left, framing Kyuhyun’s hips. The clasp of Kyuhyun’s pants, the slide of the zipper, almost too tight. Kyuhyun whimpered them, the barest friction. He did not lift his hips, knowing Zhou Mi wanted to take his time. To trace Kyuhyun through the thin and expensive fabric of his briefs with his fingers, and then his tongue. To side him free until Zhou Mi could touch him, skin to skin and see how flushed he was, how hard he was.
To take him in his mouth and moan around him as Kyuhyun gasped and cursed. And to hear his moans start up again as he reached for Zhou Mi’s head, his hips lifting and pressing into Zhou Mi’s mouth as the abandon buckle jangled out his pleasure.
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Prompt: Qmi: public baths
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Considering there were times when they were surrounded by nothing but naked people, another naked person in their vicinity shouldn’t have been of note. It was not like they could stare or touch, especially if they chose a time of day when it was crowded. Not even their own nakedness was of great consequence, minus a subtle eyebrow waggle from Kyuhyun, something he knew made Zhou Mi grin. It was like admiring fine art in occasional glances, because imagining anything else was asking for potential embarrassment. It was a place to relax, in the showers, in the heat of the sauna, feeling their skin tighten in the heat after they had dressed and relaxed. They ate, ankles tangled, and replenished their bodies with plenty of fluid. He felt like he’d been through a very pleasurable wringer, clean and relaxed from the water and the heat.
They stole one long kiss in a private corner, Zhou Mi smelling of lemons, the kiss almost as warm as the stones had been.
“Just wait,” Kyuhyun said, squeezing Zhou Mi’s wrist. They’d find time in private, and there would be no one around to stop them. And he could imagine it already, needing one more shower.
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Prompt: anything qmi (smut)
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Zhou Mi’s hands rested on Kyuhyun’s thighs and felt them bunch and relax as he lifted himself, lowered, fucking himself on Zhou Mi’s cock. He would have given Kyuhyun anything in that moment, his house, all of the money he’d brought, his belongings. He’d caught sight of Kyuhyun in tight leather pants, following after him as though his body had some kind of sexual compass. Following, until Kyuhyun had looked him up and down and deemed him worthy.
All he got to do was watch, not even touch. Kyuhyun had pushed him down, pressed his hands beside his face. “Stay.”
Kyuhyun had laid open his shirt, tugged open his pants and bared him. Kyuhyun had slicked him, and pressed down onto him as though Zhou Mi’s size had been no impediment. And Zhou Mi gasped up at him, watching Kyuhyun’s throat glisten, and his arm strain as he used a shelf to steady himself. His other hand, it stroked himself, hard and teasing as he used Zhou Mi’s body. He wanted to touch, watching Kyuhyun’s fingers, the friction against his slick skin. The steady pull and tug, mesmerizing as Kyuhyun’s hips rose faster. He did not realize the cries from his throat until he watched Kyuhyun come over his chest and stomach, and his hips lifted as he came in Kyuhyun.
He was still panting, wrecked, as Kyuhyun dressed, standing over him and just looking at the mess he’d made of Zhou Mi. His breath stopped, as Kyuhyun pressed a brief kiss to his mouth, eyes meeting Zhou Mi’s.
“Come see me again.”
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Prompt: Horror qmi
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The cold made the fine hairs on Zhou Mi's arms begin to stand up, but there was something even colder sliding against his neck - "Tell me that was you," he pleaded, and drew a gasping breath at Kyuhyun, several feet away.
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Prompt: horror qmi 2
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One by one the screens lit up, as though invisible hands were turning them on, the television and the computers and the cell phones, lights turning on and off overhead, the appliances moaning, a sizzle in the air like a storm brewing, something foul in the air and and oppressive as though it wanted them to stay, but they had to get out, they had to get out - but when he turned to Kyuhyun to grab for him, he gasped, "You're bleeding."
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Prompt: Person of Interest!qmi
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Zhou Mi stared down the little girl cooing in her ring of books - "You made a play pen out of books?" - and Kyuhyun shrugged, because what else was he supposed to use?
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Prompt: Horses.
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Kyuhyun petted the sleek neck of the horse he was grooming, pressing his face close and inhaling before coming to his conclusion, "Zhou Mi is as tall as you, but he smells better. Just a little." - and the horse snorted as though he didn't believe it.
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Prompt: qmi hug
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Zhou Mi sweeps in for a hug like a giant white albatross, wings extended, or arms rather, momentarily disrupting the flow of the song, but Kyuhyun can sing no matter what, but most especially when he is loved.
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Prompt: Qmi and dogs
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The puppy, if she tried really really hard, could have stretched her body out paws to paws could have maybe reached from Zhou Mi's elbow to wrist, all two fluffy pounds of her - and Kyuhyun became their videographer and personal camera man, taking pictures day and night of every cute and naughty thing she did, because she was theirs, but he confessed he liked the pictures best of them all on the bed together, two bright little eyes and a fluffy head nestled between their faces, and the picture after that when the puppy had scurried to lick his hand, when it was just Zhou Mi smiling at him.
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Prompt: Zhoumi/Kyu fix involving the Woody and Loki costumes
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Giving Kyuhyun a stick he could hit people with was probably a bad idea, but by the time it had happened and Kyuhyun smiled past the sides of his helmet, it couldn't be undone. He even teased, getting almost right up in Zhou Mi's face and grasping the edge of his cowhide-print vest asking, "So where's your horse?" Zhou Mi had just waggled his eyebrows at him. If Kyuhyun really had Loki's powers, he'd be at his mercy. But that didn't mean they couldn't pretend.
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Prompt: christening a new couch or celebrating getting an apartment together (smut)
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"That is where you belong," Kyuhyun said, grin pulling at his face as Zhou Mi thumped onto his back on their brand new couch, wide, plush, pretty much the apex of couches which was good because they'd chosen it, and so he belonged on his back on a couch apparently, with Kyuhyun wiggling open his pants and giggling into his mouth and for some reason warning him, the innocent party, about not getting the couch dirty - just his shirt, that time, just his shirt.
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Pairing: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun
Rating: NC-17
Genres: AU, non-AU, smut, fluff, horror, kink
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: 32 short fics between a run-on sentence and a thousand words.
Note: Pay attention to the prompts, as I've tried to mark the smut woven throughout with a (smut) tag.
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Prompt: antique bakery! qmi au please?? where Mi is the pastry chef and Kyu is the owner :3
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It looked cloyingly sweet, glossy chocolate covering dense cake. The green filling oozed under Kyuhyun's fork, and he steeled himself to take a bite. Zhou Mi was staring at him so intently that he very nearly missed his mouth with the fork, before liquid chocolate coated his palate. It was bitter, the sweet in the filling lifting it from being a total frown. He swallowed carefully, thinking as he stared at the little mound of dessert.
"It'd go with a sweet drink," Kyuhyun said.
"I agree," Zhou Mi said, smiling at him. "Two disparate things like that would work well together."
The look that Zhou Mi sent was so very pointed, before he turned back into the kitchen.
Kyuhyun ended up in the bathroom, not sick but feeling wrong anyway. It had been no mystery that Zhou Mi could make things that he liked, like he was skirting around the edges of fear and giving Kyuhyun a path of safety. It was not as though he liked bitter things. But there had been a lesson in it that he was not sure that he was prepared to take.
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"Go kiss one of your French boys," Kyuhyun grumbled, locking the front doors almost viciously.
"I'm not a cake. I realize you have...regrets, but you should not-- I am not a confection you can just push to the side of your plate."
"What does no mean?" Kyuhyun demanded.
Zhou Mi leaned against the display case almost bonelessly. "Stop."
"No," Kyuhyun said.
So Zhou Mi disappeared into the kitchen, and Kyuhyun relaxed.
And he did not see Zhou Mi for a week.
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Kyuhyun ended up in Zhou Mi's bed. Sleeping, mind, but in his bed. He'd nearly sat on Zhou Mi, holding a bag of crushed ice to Zhou Mi's bruised eye.
"No," Zhou Mi had said, lashing out with him verbally, glaring with the only eye still available to him.
"You want me to stop? You want me to go?" Kyuhyun asked.
Kyuhyun watched that eye dim and close. "No."
So Kyuhyun stayed. He'd done his best not to avert his eyes as Zhou Mi stripped for bed. Of course he wore boxer briefs. Of course he did. He needed to think. And Kyuhyun was not ever going to sleep on the couch, even if he slept in his clothes. He slept easier than he imagined, waking only once as Zhou Mi came back from the bathroom and sleeping again. The swelling was still ugly on Zhou Mi's face in the morning light, as Kyuhyun smoothed some of Zhou Mi's hair back. He was glad he'd been of some use, somehow.
He was not going to fall for Zhou Mi simply because Zhou Mi thought he should. But perhaps because of that, it would be something stronger.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun (Bottom!Kyu) - Kitchen sex! Preferably involving a kitchen island and penetration with some object (smut)
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“Cold,” was the first thing out of Kyuhyun’s mouth. “Cold, what- Zhou Mi.”
“Too much?” Zhou Mi asked. As though Kyuhyun wasn’t bent over the the island in the middle of the kitchen, the block pressing into his stomach and cool against his chest even through his shirt.
“Maybe. No.”
It wasn’t a surprise. He’d waved their little impromptu toy around in front of Zhou Mi’s nose himself.
“I just wondered. Maybe.”
A cucumber. Which they could clean and cover, and be safe with of course, and Zhou Mi’s brows had rose, but he hadn’t looked offended. It wasn’t like it was bigger than Zhou Mi was. And Zhou Mi was almost always up for anything.
But they hadn’t waited long enough for it to warm fully, and somehow he though Zhou Mi was laughing at him, or glad perhaps, since yeah, Zhou Mi was never cooler than body temperature unless Kyuhyun teased him with cold water in the shower (Zhou Mi: loud).
But it was so…different. It was like his whole body tensed, protecting itself from the cold invasion. Zhou Mi was careful, making it slick, pressing lips to his back to soothe him. But then, all the blood in his body seemed to be pooling there, too, trying to warm it up.
“You can move,” he nearly squeaked, and Zhou Mi gripped one of his thighs, using the other to fuck Kyuhyun. The friction brought heat, and fed his arousal even as his mind and body warred against the cold.
“Fuck,” he moaned, and heard Zhou Mi echo him.
“Not quite as easy doing it myself,” Zhou Mi panted behind him. “But you look so sexy.”
He huffed out a laugh as his forehead thunked against the wood.
“Tell me what you want,” Zhou Mi urged.
“Ugh.”
“Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi’s fingers were teasing him, touching his cock and darting away, making him squirm.
“Please! Jerk me off. Suck me. Throw that thing away and fuck me, I don’t care. Just. Please.”
“We’ll do that next,” Zhou Mi said, a promise, a vow, and Kyuhyun’s mind couldn’t even fathom.
And Zhou Mi gripped him, jerking him off to the rhythm of the cold sliding into him, until he came against the counter, thighs shaking, moans rocking him.
He was still panting, gasping as the cold was suddenly gone, and heard the garbage open and close.
“It was a good cucumber,” Zhou Mi told him as if in eulogy of it, stroking his hair and pressing a kiss to the side of his face. He was going to stand in a minute. As soon as he sighed one more time.
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Prompt: QMi Master/Pet kink (smut)
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The collar was black, stark against Zhou Mi’s neck, gilded and beautiful when Zhou Mi bared his throat to him. He pushed his head into Kyuhyun’s hand, a smile curling in the corners of his eyes. All he could do was smile, because as he shuffled through Zhou Mi’s hair, Zhou Mi’s hand was stroking him, keeping him hard.
“You look beautiful like this,” Kyuhyun said. Zhou Mi looked beautiful in so many ways, but he felt compelled to say it. A reward. And Zhou Mi could not have looked more pleased.
There was no conventional with them. There were no rules, only the ones they decided, and the ones they required.
He gasped as Zhou Mi reached for him, tongue tracing his lips, gripping his shoulder, but never stopping stroking him.
“Good,” Kyuhyun whispered. “Good. Like that. Come on.”
His finger slipped under the collar, pulling it but not tight, watching Zhou Mi’s eyes go dark, his hand working faster until Kyuhyun was moaning against his mouth and coming against Zhou Mi’s skin.
He was helpless and he was lost, kissing Zhou Mi’s chin. Zhou Mi’s lips twitched, forming one word, a plea.
“For me,” Kyuhyun said, backing down the bed and seeing his come on Zhou Mi’s stomach. And he kissed, sucked on Zhou Mi’s thighs, as Zhou MI touched himself for him. Always with a smug smile.
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Prompt: can you imagine like blonde kyu as faye when he was like half vampire *O*
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They had been bound together. Kyuhyun closed his eyes - his eye, but he could not separate the thought - and wondered how it could have been allowed. Zhou Mi had not understood his willingness to do what was needed, and Zhou Mi had been unwilling to give him up.
That kind of sentiment was for lovers, something they were not. And for a very long time, he had thought something they would never be. Zhou Mi had been too aloof, too detached. Not that Kyuhyun had been any better, but he had hidden it behind a smile, and turn of phrase.
He wondered if loneliness was watching Zhou Mi walk away. He wondered what to do with the life he'd been given, because Zhou Mi was keeping him alive whether he liked it or not.
He closed his eyes at Zhou Mi's hand against his head. Zhou Mi did not speak, but there was a message in that touch. Until his eye was back, until he could make decisions again for himself, to wait. There was another, too, to stay with Zhou Mi until the end.
They would see.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Kyuhyun - Kyuhyun and Zhou Mi attend an elite music academy and Kyuhyun is a genius pianist/composer
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The school was large, and drafty, stone that echoed with footsteps and laughter. Some called it a castle, others likened it more to a dungeon - usually around exams. But one thing that could not be denied: that it was full of beautiful music. Sometimes strains of it could be heard, when doors to the practice rooms were open. Sometimes a hauntingly beautiful voice carried down stairwells, or the shout of a chorus that made everyone stop and listen in wonder.
As music schools went, Zhou Mi found it to be nearly perfect. The students were nurtured in it. Even if his own body’s schedule went counter to that of the greater population. When he couldn’t sleep, he thought, and when he thought, he roamed. Lights were along all the stairs to illuminate them even in the dark, and most of the time, all he heard was silence. In his head, words stretched, with every stairway he took, every corridor a draft gusted down behind him. Sometimes he stopped, using his thumbs to frantically type down phrases, words, that would for some, give music life.
It was one night, dark and still, that he found himself humming before realizing why. Even the latest of the night owls were usually holed up by then, and the number of students allowed into practice rooms after midnight were few. It was the strains of a piano, no simple chords or scales. Such great expression, rolling sound that seemed to weep and whisper. He followed the sound, down corridors, up steps, fingers dragging along old stone, and words far from him. He was breathless with the need to know, hoping whoever played did not stop before he found them. Light spilled from a door, the sound louder each step he took, and he almost shivered at the way the piano sang. It was a student playing, because the man Zhou Mi saw was none of the teachers. The pianist was facing away from him, the piano nothing flashy just a normal student upright. But the sound, the sound was rich, and full, and heady. He watched long fingers caress keys, watched as the shoulders in front of him hunched, as the music sang through the man as well as through the wires.
Zhou Mi slipped away before he was noticed, and the music chased after him.
He followed the music nightly after that, feeling like something inside of him was being played as well, the closer he got. Words seemed to pour out of him when he was back at his desk, sketching lyrics onto paper with the need to feel the pencil in his hand, the tension of it. The second night watching the pianist, he realized what he had not before, that there was no sheet music. If the pianist played from memory, then it was a composition that Zhou Mi was unfamiliar with. If not… Zhou Mi licked his lips, sagging against the door frame. If not, then perhaps it was music from inside him.
When the music stopped that fourth night, a song different from the others, it was as though all the air left the the hall. He almost did not dare to breathe, watching the nap of the pianist neck, dark hair against his neck, as though the music would start again.
The voice that carried to him was as unexpected as the music had been.
“You stand and watch and leave without saying anything.”
Zhou Mi stepped past the threshold, not one step further, and his tone apology. “The way you played was captivating. I did not want to interrupt.”
“No one has ever been up here this late, so I stopped closing the door.”
“Sometimes I can’t sleep,” Zhou Mi said, another step closer. “So I followed the sound. Should I leave?”
“Do you play?”
It felt as though he were being weighed. “A little. Enough. I compose lyrics. I sing.”
He came even, the pianists profile in plain sight. And only then was he looked at, as though his daring was rewarded. They were tired eyes, dark and steady, lips that pursed as they considered each other. His hair was a little too long, curling at his ear, and Zhou Mi both wanted to touch and look a little longer.
“My name is Zhou Mi,” he offered.
It got him a smile, a tiny dimple peeking at him and head dipping in greeting. “Kyuhyun.”
Zhou Mi did not have to ask if piano or composition was Kyuhyun’s focus. If it was not, Zhou Mi could not even fathom.
“You can stay if you like,” Kyuhyun said, gesturing to the hard-backed chair nearby. And it might as well have been covered in superglue, for the way that Zhou Mi’s backside fastened to it. If he had permission, he was not leaving until Kyuhyun was through. He had a notebook in his jacket, just in case. He’d stay until the sun rose, even if it meant sleeping during one of his classes, and getting hit on the head by his professor. It was of less concern to him how Kyuhyun had known he was there, or why he’d been invited in. He was just glad he had been.
There was something beautiful in that posture, a different angle than he had seen before, and he prepared himself for the music, for when he could see not only the backs of Kyuhyun's shoulders, but his face.
“What piece are you playing tonight?” he asked instead, smiling as Kyuhyun rolled his shoulders and readied himself to play again.
Kyuhyun’s lips twitched, eyes on Zhou Mi’s for a brief moment as he readied his hands at the keys. “Yours.”
***
Prompt: complete and utter failsex. No one's fault, no hard feelings, but they're both pretty frustrated, although they settle for a snuggle (and a few ice packs) (smut)
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There were some days when it didn’t pay to try. Kyuhyun had a laugh perpetually caught in the back of his throat because he’d hammered his head on the headboard - just getting into bed! - after making out on the couch, and all Zhou Mi’s nose could smell was an uncomfortable copper smell since he’d smacked it into Kyuhyun’s collarbone. At that point, they probably should’ve given up, since Zhou Mi’s face was throbbing and Kyuhyun had tears in his eyes that had nothing to do with rapture. But they were still hard, at least. At that point.
He poked his fingers through two consecutive condoms, for two totally different reasons, one of which was Kyuhyun’s shin harshly meeting his groin.
“Careful!”
Apparently that noise was more amusing than his nose had been, though Kyuhyun had tried to apologize by offering to kiss it better, and setting off another round of laughter. And then Kyuhyun pulled a trick they hadn’t seen in a while, where he broke the cap off the lube container in such a way that the lube wouldn’t come out without the whole cap being unscrewed.
Unscrewed was what they were doing, basically.
Zhou Mi didn’t want to kiss, because…nose. Their laugh at each other then was basically closed mouth and not daring to ask what else could go wrong.
And by the time the lube was fixed, another condom unearthed, Zhou Mi felt utterly needed as Kyuhyun stared at him and yawned.
“Maybe when we can coordinate ourselves,” Zhou Mi said, and Kyuhyun nodded, rubbing the sore spot on his head.
Zhou Mi pressed his nose against the ice pack he’d rested on Kyuhyun’s chest, the other with Kyuhyun’s head resting against it. They’d been foiled, which wasn’t something that happened too often, short of a too-prompt food delivery. It wasn’t quite as fun as what they could’ve been doing, but he knew they’d have fun trying again. And if he had to fail at sex with someone, he wanted it to be Kyuhyun.
***
Prompt: QMi, teasing each other
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Kyuhyun got to his desk one day to a very interesting decoration. It was a pepero stick, with a marshmallow on top that had been studded with sugar.
“My star!” the card beneath it read.
Kyuhyun realized the…creation…in front of him was meant to be a microphone. Given the fact that their date the previous night had been to karaoke, and Kyuhyun’s shining moment of the night had been to nearly scare two teenage girls to death by bursting into the wrong room?
Zhou Mi had a sick sense of humor, he thought, biting the marshmallow off viciously. But his humor tasted good, at least.
***
“Marshmallow,” Kyuhyun said, biting down on Zhou Mi’s earlobe after he’d smashed Zhou Mi down against the mattress. “Why do you taste like marshmallow.”
He could feel Zhou Mi’s giggles beneath him, and he smacked Zhou Mi’s butt a couple of times while laughing into his neck.
“Those poor girls,” Kyuhyun groaned, prompting Zhou Mi to snort attractively.
“They had a great story to tell their friends,” Zhou Mi had told him right after. “Some weirdo burst in on them, and-“
He didn’t think any amount of spanking was going to stop the laughter.
“I don’t have any more marshmallows,” Zhou Mi said, voice almost surprisingly husky. “But I can make you forget.”
Kyuhyun wiggled closer. He was sold.
***
Prompt: Kyu reacting to Mi's "tattoo"
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Because they had so many things painted on their bodies at any various times, Kyuhyun should not have paused and stared quite so hard at Zhou Mi's arm. Maybe it was the location, because Zhou Mi's arm was sleek and finely muscled, all firm to the touch from his ridiculous shoulder to the tips of his mile-long fingers. He liked staring at that arm, so something new to behold on it was...new. And interesting.
"What's that for?" Kyuhyun asked, indelicately poking at the dark marking on Zhou Mi's skin.
"A fun thing," Zhou Mi laughed, grinning up at him. "I thought it looked kind of cool."
"Maybe."
He certainly wasn't going to let on that many things that Zhou MI did or wore he found cool. Even when they were repulsive. Love was blind, there was that.
"I was going to ask if it was real."
Zhou Mi stared up at him, blinking almost in concern. "And? Would you have been upset?"
"No. Well, maybe. That you didn't get my opinion. That I didn't get to watch your face while you got it. But mostly I'd want to touch."
Zhou Mi smirked, smug jerk. "Oh really?"
"Yeah. And trace it. With my tongue."
Oh, that wiped the smirk off, Zhou Mi's mouth falling open. "I'd...let you."
"I bet," Kyuhyun said, settling into his lap. "And then you know what else I'd ask?"
Zhou Mi seemed to think, his hands settling on Kyuhyun's hips. "Hmm, I wonder."
Kyuhyun leaned close, close enough for his lips to brush against Zhou Mi's ear, and close enough so he could feel Zhou Mi's rollicking laughter. "I'd ask why my name wasn't on it."
***
Prompt: Kyuhyun admiring Mimi's muscles
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Zhou Mi asleep was a Zhou Mi waiting to be admired, in Kyuhyun’s opinion. He could only see so much, the sheet perching dangerously at Zhou Mi’s hip, but it was enough. Kyuhyun worked his way up, finger dipping into Zhou Mi’s belly button. Even relaxed in sleep, Kyuhyun knew the definition of that stomach, had tasted it, braced his hands on it. Zhou Mi did not even twitch as Kyuhyun passed the edge of his ribs, tracing a line around the edge of Zhou Mi’s pectorals. They weren’t large, and sometimes he smirked when he watched Zhou Mi flexing in the mirror but oh, they were there. And his hand wasn’t that big anyway, feeling the muscles there quivering as they kissed.
And his shoulders, long and lean, muscles that stretched out from his neck and anchored him. Slope and curve and angles and bumps, never a dull moment for his fingers or his mouth. Or his eyes, for that matter. Zhou Mi in a tank top, showing off the breadth of those…Kyuhyun sighed, and squeezed Zhou Mi’s upper arm, feeling the round strength of relaxed biceps. He’d clung to those arms before, been lifted by them. And the lean strength of his forearms, too, the way they stood out when Zhou Mi braced himself.
Kyuhyun gasped, when his hand was grabbed and squeezed.
Zhou Mi peeked at him through his lashes and smiled.
***
Prompt: Qmi's special little Chinese lessons
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“What are you going to teach me today?” Zhou Mi teased, fiddling with Kyuhyun's collar as they got set up knee to knee. He even had a book, a nice one, sitting next to him. Sometimes it went like it should've, just conversation practice and Kyuhyun playing with tones and sounds and imitating Zhou Mi with his good ear. A good ear for tones was good, especially since Kyuhyun hadn't grown up listening to subtle distinctions.
Kyuhyun had less reasons to tease him about his Korean, and he even dreamed in it sometimes, his brain a mess and tumble of Cantonese and Mandarin and English and Korean, and trying to pull the right word from the right language.
But Kyuhyun was poking his knee, squirming in between them in a way that was almost alarming. That was not practicing. That did not have any book involved. But Kyuhyun settled himself, almost daring Zhou Mi to do his worst, his body warm against Zhou Mi's.
So he gave Kyuhyun a word, spoke it against his throat, against his lips, and felt Kyuhyun speak it back, making sentences as he petted Zhou Mi's hair. Cuddling as a method of teaching. He squeezed Kyuhyun tighter.
***
Prompt: Kyuhyun examining Zhou Mi's buffness
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"Flex," Kyuhyun said, standing back like the world's most technical judge. Not a critical one, no, but he wanted to see what he wanted to see, and he had a willing subject.
It was no hardship to stand back and watch while Zhou Mi's biceps rounded, and his chest shifted as his arms moved. Not to mention his shoulders, and the silly expression on his face.
"Interesting," Kyuhyun hummed.
And Zhou Mi narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, interesting? Do you see something wrong? Am I uneven? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I think." And he sauntered up, tilting his head for a better look. "Nice definition. Looks even."
Still, he didn't let the thoughtful expression fall from his face, at least, not until he reached out with both hands and groped Zhou Mi's arms.
"I think I'll get a better evaluation this way," Kyuhyun said, and grinned.
***
Prompt: Kyuhyun's thoughts on Zhou Mi's butt (smut)
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Kyuhyun had a lot of thoughts about Zhou Mi's butt. Sometimes it played hide and seek with him, depending on the pants that Zhou Mi was wearing. Zhou Mi took to wearing baggy weird things, and then it all but disappeared like some kind of elusive unicorn. Well, not. He could find it, but Zhou Mi took exception to being goosed in public. Private was something else. People joked they'd found each other because their collective backsides evened each other out. But those people hadn't seen Zhou Mi in skinny jeans apparently, or in soft pajama pants, or - Kyuhyun's personal favorite - boxer briefs. He'd snuggled the curves of Zhou Mi's butt in those with his hands, and more times than he could count. Nuzzled them, too. That was like a tease to the eyes, on all sides.
And if they were asking, which they didn't, if that made getting naked together any less fun, they weren't thinking straight. Take Zhou Mi in the shower, all wet and pretty. Two, water-bejeweled handfuls just waiting for him to squeeze. And did they fit together? Only perfectly, Zhou Mi's butt perfectly cradling him and driving him wild - and waiting for the next time he got to fit himself inside. And that was perfect, too.
***
Prompt: Qmi's first impressions of each other
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Kyuhyun was making a sad frog face the first time that Zhou Mi saw him. His cheeks were all stretched out, eyes uneven just because he was unimpressed with something he was being told.
Even before Kyuhyun had burst out laughing, it had been the cutest thing Zhou Mi had ever seen.
***
The first time Kyuhyun had seen Zhou Mi, he'd seen a shock of black hair, like the roof of someone's hut had taken up residence really high up in the air. He'd had a stubborn chin and angry brows going on, and Kyuhyun wondered for just one moment if he'd made a mistake and should've chosen a different place. A stunning angry person, but-
It turned out that first appearances were deceiving.
***
Zhou Mi wiped sweat off of Kyuhyun's face, both impressed and a bit startled. He'd caused it, so he'd take it. And Kyuhyun still looked amazing.
"So sweaty," Zhou Mi said.
Kyuhyun grunted at him, and kissed him.
***
Prompt: Qmi and the "scandal boyfriends"
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They had him on a schedule. There was a specific timeframe set up for each, based on Zhou Mi's schedules and whereabouts. Sometimes this went over easily, and some times it went over in a very difficult manner, every getting into caps lock discussions in the chat room they'd set up for that very purpose.
MY TURN TO HAVE DINNER.
I GET HIS HOTEL.
HE'S GOING SHOPPING WITH ME.
By and large they accomplished this feat without showing Zhou Mi the...heated nature of their arguments over whose turn it was. All Zhou Mi knew was that he received an email every time he left the country indicating who he should contact and when.
He wouldn't have liked the occasional animosity, though they knew he was pleased that everyone wanted to see him and spend time with him. They were the Scandal Boyfriends club, regarding each other with the air of second or third spouses, all trying to move up in Zhou Mi's affection.
Though there was no chance of any of them losing it, because they were talking about Zhou Mi after all.
***
Prompt: QMi secret twitter DM's and one sent publicly
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Using a new method to communicate always had a little shine to it. The first time a little purple egg showed up in his DM list, Zhou Mi had nearly wiggled, typing back something too sappy to reproduce. Kyuhyun varied between total silence and throwing every thought in his head at Zhou Mi, so he really didn't mind that. Sometimes they even DMed while sitting next to each other, Kyuhyun chuckling to himself which didn't arouse any suspicion at all, no.
Some of it was mundane: Are you going to shower?
The answers were sometimes less so: Are you going to with me?
But Zhou Mi's breath caught in his throat, realizing he'd done the wrong thing, and he grabbed Kyuhyun's side. Kyuhyun, who was rolled into bed and just waiting for Zhou Mi to turn out the light so they could sleep.
"I sent a DM to everyone," Zhou Mi said, pressing his phone close to Kyuhyun's face so he could read it.
Kyuhyun laughed into his pillow, laughing harder when Zhou Mi rocked him. "At least my name's not on it. Fans will think you're telling them goodnight."
Zhou Mi's forehead met Kyuhyun's shoulder, and he laughed as well, the momentary terror gone.
But Zhou Mi woke up to a DM of Kyuhyun's. And he cradled his phone against his heart.
***
Prompt: There is a some form of insect in the bedroom and no one around to get it out (based on the discovery that Kyuhyun is also a wuss with bugs). Bickering about who should deal with the insect/sulking/being forced to sleep in another room.
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It was flying thing. Kyuhyun didn’t really care what it was, he just needed it out of his room, away from his space. It could eat his clothes or his pillowcase or fly into his computer or his mouth, or… He shuddered, and got moral support. Maybe not the wisest moral support, as Zhou Mi clutched his arm and stared with him at the dark blob on the wall.
“What is it?” Zhou MI asked.
“I don’t know. I just need to know how to get it out. Maybe you could-”
“No,” Zhou Mi said, staring at him like he’d grown a second head. “No. I’ll help you, though.”
Kyuhyun pouted, no two ways about it.
Maybe they could get it to fly out. Or put a garbage can over it. Or get it to crawl on a piece of paper and evict it to the common room where they didn’t have to sleep.
So he’d approached with paper and a jar, with Zhou Mi’s hand curled into the back of his shirt. To keep him from falling, and to give him support Kyuhyun imagined. But the paper had barely touched the wall when the thing launched itself into the air, and Kyuhyun shrieked, jumping into the floor and creating a virtual tornado where he tried to hide behind Zhou Mi only to have Zhou Mi spin him back around in front again, until they were both breathless and crouched down and with zero idea where the bug had gone.
Shit.
“Some shield you are,” he said, shoving at Zhou Mi’s arm.
Zhou Mi just shoved back and they laughed at each other. Somewhere in the whole situation there was humor.
It had relocated to a lamp shade, and Kyuhyun viewed it with trepidation.
“You want to try?” he tried again, and Zhou Mi once again gave him the eye.
“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Zhou Mi opted.
No. No, that wasn’t happening.
“If we open the window, maybe we can wave it out,” Zhou Mi suggested.
That was smart! And idea. A great idea. It was belated that he thought if the window was open and the bug could get out, then other bugs could get in, but they’d deal with that. They each had thick paper to fan and buffet, placed like warriors on the other side of the room and grim, realizing there was no more hiding for each of them.
Window up.
Bug in the air.
By the time it flew out the window, they were hollering like someone was being murdered, clutching at each other with papers still fanning- and then racing to slam down the window. They’d won, at last.
***
Prompt: smutty qmi (smut)
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“Professor Zhou.”
Kyuhyun watched Zhou Mi’s throat convulse, as Kyuhyun closed the door of Zhou Mi’s tiny office behind him. Office hours had ended half an hour before, and Kyuhyun had arrived to see Zhou Mi in his glasses, pouring over what was probably a student paper.
A quick turn of the lock meant that no one was getting in, and the curtains were already closed. So he might have waggled his tongue suggestively.
He watched as Zhou Mi’s mouth opened, catching Kyuhyun’s thought.
“Here?”
The word was almost breathless, as though he were still processing, unsure. Not unsure about Kyuhyun, but because they were in his office. They’d never- Okay, they’d made out a little once, before a date, but they’d never done anything.
Kyuhyun kissed Zhou Mi, wiggling between him and his work.
“Sorry I was running late,” Zhou Mi said, blinking up at him.
“It’s okay.” And then he whispered, “Want me to blow you at your desk?”
Lifted brows. A cleared throat. “You know I do. But. If someone-“
“Door’s locked. Office hours have passed. No one’s going to come in and try and vacuum around us.
“The smell-“
“I’ll swallow. Crack a window tomorrow. I’ll get spray.”
Zhou Mi looked gorgeous in those glasses. Good thing he’d been there to help Zhou Mi pick them out. He knew how to make himself suffer, that was for sure.
He could see Zhou Mi’s resolve crumbling with every swipe of his tongue over his lips.
“You know I can make it quick,” Kyuhyun murmured against Zhou Mi’s mouth. “I’ll hide under your desk if that makes it better.”
The way Zhou Mi turned red, maybe it made it worse. They were going to have to explore that one day. But Zhou Mi gave on last uneasy look at the door before nodding his assent.
His mouth was already getting wet as he unthreaded Zhou Mi’s belt. He could feel the little shifts, Zhou Mi’s nerves, but that didn’t deter the blood from pooling, if the way Zhou Mi was getting hard under his knuckles was any indication. He knew the first kisses were wet, the way Zhou Mi hissed. If they’d been home with plenty of time, he’d have planed himself in Zhou Mi’s lap and drove him wild rocking against him and kissing him. No time for that, so he went right to it. He stroked Zhou Mi through his underwear before drawing him out, his fingers cradling as he admired the way Zhou Mi’s erection looked against his white dress shirt. Flushed and just waiting for his mouth.
Quick, he reminded himself, as his cheeks hollowed. He knew what Zhou Mi liked, swirling his tongue, tasting as Zhou Mi huffed out the quietest, most arousing moan.
Yeah, come on, he though, bobbing his head almost roughly, cradling Zhou Mi’s balls through his pants.
He hummed, and it was not only the sensation, but the sound that had Zhou Mi gasping and squeezing Kyuhyun’s neck. He wasn’t trying to be loud, but it was a quirk, a thing Zhou Mi liked. And no one would associate humming with-
Okay, some people might, like them. Zhou Mi’s thighs were so tight, as through he were trying hard to help Kyuhyun, to come as fast as possible. The slick of his lips against Zhou Mi’s skin, the twitch as Kyuhyun’s fingers dug into Zhou Mi’s thighs.
Come, come, come, he was humming, every bob of his head, and when he let his hand take over, stroking quickly, making Zhou Mi gasp with his tongue- and finally, coming for him.
And true to his word, not a drop was lost, Kyuhyun carefully swallowed, sucking Zhou Mi clean until it made him wiggle.
He tucked Zhou Mi back into his underwear, giving him a proud little pat and then smiling up.
Zhou Mi looked a little dazed, the back of his hair sticking up from where he’d rubbed it on the chair, and his glasses a bit askew.
He pushed up so Zhou Mi could kiss him without smacking his head on his own desk, and there was a promise in that kiss, and gratitude. Hey, if a guy couldn’t get blown at his own desk every once in a while, he was failing as a boyfriend.
And if they were going out, he just needed some gum. Though as Zhou Mi pulled him up, a smirk that had Kyuhyun’s heart thumping, maybe they both needed some.
***
Prompt: first-time-in-weeks kind of smut? bonus if semi public or Kyuhyun has a kink for being held down/tied up (smut)
***
Eighteen days. Eighteen days without touching Zhou Mi, hugging him. They’d seen each other video chatting, they’d had not-the-same phone sex, but it really wasn’t the same. He’d gotten used to Zhou Mi wrapping around him, breathing into his neck, touching his stomach. He was used to shivering at Zhou Mi’s smiles as Zhou Mi fixed his wrists to the headboard. And that was something he couldn’t do alone.
He wanted to kiss Zhou Mi for an hour, right there in the station, but he couldn’t. He was holding Zhou Mi so tight, breathing him in, he was surprised that Zhou Mi could breathe as well.
“Missed you,” Zhou Mi said, rocking them back and forth.
Him too. Him too.
There was a tickle in his throat when he pulled Zhou Mi into a storage room, feeling rather dangerous as he shut the door behind him. He couldn’t lock it. That was a thrill. He wasn’t going to lie and say he couldn’t wait until they got home. Didn’t want to was more accurate.
“Are we going to get arrested?” Zhou Mi asked, and Kyuhyun wasn’t sure if he sounded intrigued or apprehensive. The fact that Zhou Mi didn’t ask what he was thinking showed Zhou Mi knew him too well.
“Not if we’re quick,” Kyuhyun said, and pulled Zhou Mi closer, the bag abandoned. And he moaned as Zhou mi kissed him, his eyes slamming shut and his hips seeking. But Zhou Mi held him out, denying him, making him want all the more.
“Planning this?”
“Less talk, more-“
“Pushy,” Zhou Mi laughed.
Pushy enough to get another kiss, Zhou Mi tipping back his head and making his breath come short.
He held up a condom packet almost to Zhou Mi’s nose, grinning as Zhou Mi took the edge between his teeth for a second.
“And-“
“That’s all we need. I’m ready.”
The sound Zhou Mi made was a combination of three or four curse words in one. All that really mattered to Kyuhyun out of that: want.
“How?”
“When I got to the station,” Kyuhyun said, and let Zhou Mi turn him, kneel with him. He worked his own pants as Zhou Mi did the same. If he closed his eyes he could see Zhou Mi stroking himself, getting harder, rolling the condom on. He really was ready, dark pants coming in handy just in case, and he heard Zhou Mi hiss when he discovered that.
Zhou Mi’s hand grabbed one of Kyuhyun’s forearms, pinning it, and he gasped, his whole body going warm. They braced together, moaned together, as Zhou Mi slid into him. And he swallowed the sound that threatened when Zhou Mi was in him and Kyuhyun’s other wrist was held.
That was what he wanted. Zhou Mi in him. Zhou Mi holding him. Zhou Mi moving.
“More, more. Fast,” Kyuhyun gasped. Just because he was pinned and covered didn’t mean he had no opinions, no voice. Maybe Zhou MI could’ve disregarded but he didn’t, not then, not when they could be caught at any moment. Zhou Mi took with the need of weeks apart, too much time, too many days with what they were doing - Zhou Mi sucking at his neck, hot against his back and inside him, making Kyuhyun moan and buck and whine in whispers, because he could not touch himself.
“Please please please,” he breathed, kissing one of the hands that held his arms down. He could feel Zhou Mi’s quickness, almost feel the flush of him against his neck. Fast. Quick. Soon. Faster.
He muffled his moans into Zhou Mi’s hand as Zhou Mi wrapped Kyuhyun’s shirt around his erection and stroked. Easier to clean, he knew, harder on his skin. He couldn’t have endured, much more than a few…more…
He came inside his shirt, shuddering, Zhou Mi’s teeth against his shoulder and gasping.
“Come on. Come now,” Kyuhyun half moaned, and he braced himself as moments later, Zhou Mi did just that.
They had thirty seconds of catching their breaths before Zhou Mi was on his feet, dressed and pulling Kyuhyun up as well, They tucked in his shirt, closing his pants and staring at each other.
“Guess we’re getting a taxi home,” Kyuhyun said, fanning his stomach.
Zhou Mi put his head on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and laughed.
It was great. It had felt amazing.
“Don’t go away for that long again,” Kyuhyun said, smacking Zhou Mi’s arm.
And Zhou Mi smiled and kissed him.
***
Prompt: Domestic!Vampire!Mi and Kyu decide their sex life has become too dull.
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“We’ve gotten complacent.”
“Are you saying I’m boring?” Zhou Mi asked, side-eyeing him.
“No. But seriously, we used to have quickies before I went to work, and roll around in bed and now we’re almost boring.”
“So you are saying I’m boring.”
Kyuhyun kicked at him. “No.”
“You’re having sex with a vampire, pretty much the weirdest thing a human can do, and that’s losing its shine for you?”
Kyuhyun actually laughed, licking his lips and leaning forward. “No! I like getting bitten when we’re having sex. We should have sex every day for a month.”
“Okay,” Zhou Mi said, wisely not pointing out that they’d had sex almost every day for the month previous.
“We should try stuff. You should tie me up. Or blindfolds! Or maybe so one of us can’t talk.”
Zhou Mi’s eyebrows rose. “Can’t bite if I can’t talk.”
“I can blow you in the shower, or we can have sex in the closet, or…”
Kyuhyun was continuing on, without Zhou Mi’s participation, and Zhou Mi sighed, standing up and draping himself over Kyuhyun’s back.
“How about we get started right now?” Zhou Mi said, licking Kyuhyun’s neck.
Kyuhyun’s breath stuttered, squirming back against Zhou Mi.
So there were things they hadn’t tried. But the tried and true things seemed to still work just fine.
***
Prompt: Qmi get drunk and have sex in the room Kyuhyun shares with Sungmin, thinking they can get away with it because Min is asleep and they can be quiet. They're not quiet and Sungmin isn't asleep.
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“Quiet,” Kyuhyun stage whispered, because Sungmin was in the room. All he wanted was to roll around and get off and that required Zhou Mi, and even if they’d been drinking, they could do it. Sungmin was a heavy sleeper.
“Okay,” Zhou Mi whispered back, bumping the door closed behind him.
They were absolutely quiet, kissing and working off clothes. Zhou MI was snuffling into his neck, and the bed creaked as both their weight eased onto it.
“SHHH,” Kyuhyun hissed, and kissed Zhou Mi like he’d been the one making the noise and not the bed. But that was nice, so. The wine had been really nice. More than really nice. Lots of it. Kyuhyun was sweet, offering him all of that, offering him his bed. He almost cooed at Kyuhyun’s little whimper.
Everything went great, until the lube fell off the bed. Loudly.
“You get it,” Kyuhyun said, poking Zhou Mi’s side.
“You dropped it!”
“Shh, you’re going to wake Sungmin up. Just get it!”
“But-“
***
Sungmin was bemused. They hadn’t been quiet getting in the door. Getting undressed. Getting into bed. Kissing or doing whatever it was that they’d been doing after. He wasn’t sure if quiet was in their vocabulary. The slur in Zhou Mi’s words indicated why they were unaware of their noise.
“I’ll get up and get it if it’ll make you two shut up and go to sleep,” Sungmin offered, a little more crankily than he’d intended. He hadn’t been asleep yet anyway, but it wasn’t like he was getting to sleep with horny and hornier across the room.
There was a moment of utter silence, and then another burst of giggles followed by Zhou Mi beeping out an apology.
Sungmin just sighed and rolled over, shaking his head. Though, he thought cheerily, Kyuhyun would probably be embarrassed in the morning.
***
Prompt: qmi, cooking misadventures
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Sometimes it was amazing that they knew they were allowed to work a stove. Not even the ones with gas and flames, but just ordinary electricity. It was kind of a rush of power in Kyuhyun’s opinion, because he could make anything he wanted. If only everything he wanted wasn’t so complicated and prone to failing.
Which was why he had an assistant, Zhou Mi. Zhou Mi, who was absently feeding himself pieces of carrot as he read the recipe, even though Kyuhyun had spent a lot of time and effort chopping those.
“Hey!” Zhou Mi complained, when Kyuhyun slapped his hand.
“That’s for the food. If you eat them all, I have to cut more.”
Though, they didn’t have any more. That was a slight problem. Even more reason for Zhou Mi to stop eating them. The recipe seemed to turn out differently every time. Maybe because he kept adding different stuff it didn’t call for, but usually that worked. Though, Zhou Mi’s face one time had been priceless, some kind of grimace that had almost been worth being hungry until their delivery had arrived.
For some reason Zhou Mi thought supervising would help. Or maybe because after all the knives were put down, he liked resting his chin on Kyuhyun’s shoulder and talking to him while Kyuhyun performed his best kitchen technique: stirring.
He got a couple of things out of it. Lots of Zhou Mi touching, and, that time at least, good food.
***
Prompt: Qmi...Blow Job...Couch...in which they were dressing pants with belts (smut)
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Kyuhyun’s moans were a wonder. A wonder that Zhou Mi could think straight at all as he kissed Kyuhyun until he was sitting on the couch, eyes opening wide, unfocused, alarmed, as Zhou Mi pulled back. But Zhou Mi wasn’t leaving, not nearly, ignoring the stinging in his knees pressed Kyuhyun’s thighs wider. He did not cup the straining cloth, the fine cloth of Kyuhyun’s suit. He tugged at Kyuhyun’s shirt instead, pulling it from his waistband.
“Please, Zhou Mi.”
He wanted to unwrap his prize. It took one finger hooked in the end of Kyuhyun’s belt to work it free of the loop. And with his hand, he pulled, watching the leather slide down the prong until it could be worked free, until inch by inch the leather hissed as he pulled it from the buckle. But the belt he left, framing Kyuhyun’s hips. The clasp of Kyuhyun’s pants, the slide of the zipper, almost too tight. Kyuhyun whimpered them, the barest friction. He did not lift his hips, knowing Zhou Mi wanted to take his time. To trace Kyuhyun through the thin and expensive fabric of his briefs with his fingers, and then his tongue. To side him free until Zhou Mi could touch him, skin to skin and see how flushed he was, how hard he was.
To take him in his mouth and moan around him as Kyuhyun gasped and cursed. And to hear his moans start up again as he reached for Zhou Mi’s head, his hips lifting and pressing into Zhou Mi’s mouth as the abandon buckle jangled out his pleasure.
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Prompt: Qmi: public baths
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Considering there were times when they were surrounded by nothing but naked people, another naked person in their vicinity shouldn’t have been of note. It was not like they could stare or touch, especially if they chose a time of day when it was crowded. Not even their own nakedness was of great consequence, minus a subtle eyebrow waggle from Kyuhyun, something he knew made Zhou Mi grin. It was like admiring fine art in occasional glances, because imagining anything else was asking for potential embarrassment. It was a place to relax, in the showers, in the heat of the sauna, feeling their skin tighten in the heat after they had dressed and relaxed. They ate, ankles tangled, and replenished their bodies with plenty of fluid. He felt like he’d been through a very pleasurable wringer, clean and relaxed from the water and the heat.
They stole one long kiss in a private corner, Zhou Mi smelling of lemons, the kiss almost as warm as the stones had been.
“Just wait,” Kyuhyun said, squeezing Zhou Mi’s wrist. They’d find time in private, and there would be no one around to stop them. And he could imagine it already, needing one more shower.
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Prompt: anything qmi (smut)
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Zhou Mi’s hands rested on Kyuhyun’s thighs and felt them bunch and relax as he lifted himself, lowered, fucking himself on Zhou Mi’s cock. He would have given Kyuhyun anything in that moment, his house, all of the money he’d brought, his belongings. He’d caught sight of Kyuhyun in tight leather pants, following after him as though his body had some kind of sexual compass. Following, until Kyuhyun had looked him up and down and deemed him worthy.
All he got to do was watch, not even touch. Kyuhyun had pushed him down, pressed his hands beside his face. “Stay.”
Kyuhyun had laid open his shirt, tugged open his pants and bared him. Kyuhyun had slicked him, and pressed down onto him as though Zhou Mi’s size had been no impediment. And Zhou Mi gasped up at him, watching Kyuhyun’s throat glisten, and his arm strain as he used a shelf to steady himself. His other hand, it stroked himself, hard and teasing as he used Zhou Mi’s body. He wanted to touch, watching Kyuhyun’s fingers, the friction against his slick skin. The steady pull and tug, mesmerizing as Kyuhyun’s hips rose faster. He did not realize the cries from his throat until he watched Kyuhyun come over his chest and stomach, and his hips lifted as he came in Kyuhyun.
He was still panting, wrecked, as Kyuhyun dressed, standing over him and just looking at the mess he’d made of Zhou Mi. His breath stopped, as Kyuhyun pressed a brief kiss to his mouth, eyes meeting Zhou Mi’s.
“Come see me again.”
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Prompt: Horror qmi
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The cold made the fine hairs on Zhou Mi's arms begin to stand up, but there was something even colder sliding against his neck - "Tell me that was you," he pleaded, and drew a gasping breath at Kyuhyun, several feet away.
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Prompt: horror qmi 2
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One by one the screens lit up, as though invisible hands were turning them on, the television and the computers and the cell phones, lights turning on and off overhead, the appliances moaning, a sizzle in the air like a storm brewing, something foul in the air and and oppressive as though it wanted them to stay, but they had to get out, they had to get out - but when he turned to Kyuhyun to grab for him, he gasped, "You're bleeding."
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Prompt: Person of Interest!qmi
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Zhou Mi stared down the little girl cooing in her ring of books - "You made a play pen out of books?" - and Kyuhyun shrugged, because what else was he supposed to use?
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Prompt: Horses.
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Kyuhyun petted the sleek neck of the horse he was grooming, pressing his face close and inhaling before coming to his conclusion, "Zhou Mi is as tall as you, but he smells better. Just a little." - and the horse snorted as though he didn't believe it.
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Prompt: qmi hug
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Zhou Mi sweeps in for a hug like a giant white albatross, wings extended, or arms rather, momentarily disrupting the flow of the song, but Kyuhyun can sing no matter what, but most especially when he is loved.
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Prompt: Qmi and dogs
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The puppy, if she tried really really hard, could have stretched her body out paws to paws could have maybe reached from Zhou Mi's elbow to wrist, all two fluffy pounds of her - and Kyuhyun became their videographer and personal camera man, taking pictures day and night of every cute and naughty thing she did, because she was theirs, but he confessed he liked the pictures best of them all on the bed together, two bright little eyes and a fluffy head nestled between their faces, and the picture after that when the puppy had scurried to lick his hand, when it was just Zhou Mi smiling at him.
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Prompt: Zhoumi/Kyu fix involving the Woody and Loki costumes
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Giving Kyuhyun a stick he could hit people with was probably a bad idea, but by the time it had happened and Kyuhyun smiled past the sides of his helmet, it couldn't be undone. He even teased, getting almost right up in Zhou Mi's face and grasping the edge of his cowhide-print vest asking, "So where's your horse?" Zhou Mi had just waggled his eyebrows at him. If Kyuhyun really had Loki's powers, he'd be at his mercy. But that didn't mean they couldn't pretend.
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Prompt: christening a new couch or celebrating getting an apartment together (smut)
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"That is where you belong," Kyuhyun said, grin pulling at his face as Zhou Mi thumped onto his back on their brand new couch, wide, plush, pretty much the apex of couches which was good because they'd chosen it, and so he belonged on his back on a couch apparently, with Kyuhyun wiggling open his pants and giggling into his mouth and for some reason warning him, the innocent party, about not getting the couch dirty - just his shirt, that time, just his shirt.
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