[Fic] Pet Project
Title: Pet Project
Pairings: Yixing/Lu Han, Xiumin/Lu Han, Kai/Kyungsoo, Suho/Chen, Sehun/Kai, Kris/Yixing, Baekhyun/Yixing, Suho/Yixing, Zhou Mi/Yixing, Kai/Yixing, Kris/Chen, Baekhyun/Kyungsoo, Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, non-AU, fluff, smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Twenty nine assorted EXO short prompts, mostly taken from ask.fm. There should be a (smut) tag with any expicit prompts.
Prompt: Lu Han and Yixing
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Lu Han resembled a frog, more or less. Not his face (People made fun of Lu Han's laugh but Yixing found it not-so-secretly adorable. Evening his answering laugh was mostly incredulous, he still laughed back. Even sometimes when it was directed at him. It was hard to put a value on that kind of thing.). But no, Lu Han was crouched with his knees all bent up and one arm dangling down. He was making very determined inroads into an ice cream cone that was betraying him and melting too fast. He was a tease was what he was, a crouching, ice cream-hogging tease.
"Can I?" Yixing ventured.
"No."
He wasn't sure if he should scowl or pout. In the end he did both, getting close enough almost until their knees were knocking though not quite - even if the idea of Lu Han plopping on his butt and wearing the ice cream was amusing, Yixing getting to eat some of it was more important. Yixing just rested his chin in his hand and just watched Lu Han. He wasn't trying to be cute, but proximity was half the battle. And it looked like it was going to backfire on him, because instead of getting an offer he got to watch Lu Han lick at the cone to catch trails of melting chocolate, shaping the remaining ice cream as he went with the flat of his tongue.
Yixing cleared his throat. Lu Han swallowed. Yixing tilted his head. Lu Han sucked on the edge of the cone.
It was a battle of wills. And his legs were getting tired.
"You have a chocolate mustache," Yixing said, trying not to let his voice tremble with laughter. Little by little chocolate streaks were building above Lu Han's lips and in the corners.
Lu Han caught his eye, first narrowing his eyes and them humming. "You wanted some?"
Yixing watched as Lu Han lifted the ice cream, and then offered his mouth, all puckered, and chocolate-covered. Just what he was hoping for. Yixing kissed him quick, just enough to touch, licking his lips as he pulled away and smiled. It was good, he thought, as Lu Han smirked at him.
“More?"
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Prompt: Lu Han/Xiumin - wolf AU
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"Are they asleep?"
"As close to snoring as they can be," Minseok said, ducking down into the little room they'd crafted for themselves. The light from the hallway caught Lu Han's eyes taking them from the brown that Minseok knew to half silver, half gold.
But that faded as Lu Han let his head fall back. Lu Han had chosen the smallest room in the house, barring a closet, to sleep in. It kept out the unwanted, he said. Minseok wasn't sure of that, or because Lu Han liked his own little claustrophobic space. Sharing was not Lu Han's first inclination, nor was allowing an outsider to touch his bed. The territorial thing, like it was his den. The need to be in control thing. The desire to keep things clean. Sehun had warned Minseok immediately. Sneering gently as though almost making fun, but so very serious.
Sehun and Tao were both asleep in one room, and Jongin and Jongdae had finally succumbed to exhaustion after Joonmyun had left, after they had stopped pacing, threatening and bargaining to go after him even after Lu Han had ordered them to stay. Distant and unfamiliar howls had them all on edge. It would be too long until Joonmyun and the others returned, and some of the tension melted from Lu Han's face. Age had no bearing on control, or it would be Minseok himself. No one held more sway than Lu Han. Under the pressure of everyone's anxiety, Lu Han had retreated, and Minseok shouldered what he could not. Ordering everyone to be calm would not have worked, and Minseok had heard Lu Han's teeth click tight together to keep himself together.
Even after all those months, Minseok waited beside the bed until Lu Han reached for him, invited him. Long fingers wrapping around Minseok's wrist, then over his shoulder, and into his hair. Lu Han breathed into it, his favorite scent something woodsy and clean that Minseok never was without.
"They're obeying you?"
"They know my orders are yours," Minseok agreed. He didn't speak of the fear in their eyes, or the way they went snappish as waiting took its toll on everyone, because Lu Han knew.
"It's good you're here for them. I don't know what to do...sometimes. What to say."
Minseok rested his hand on Lu Han's stomach, and heard what Lu Han did not say: It's good you're here for me. "They know you'll protect them. That calms them more than any words could."
"You are strong," Lu Han said. A simple statement, more almost an observation than praise, but Minseok smiled anyway. It was so much more than that to him.
"When they come back, we'll run the moon together," Minseok promised, as he settled into his place beside Lu Han. Stretched out beside him, tangled with him, smelling of him, of each other. But he felt Lu Han almost smile against his cheek at the thought of the moon, of being with the others again.
They would all be back together soon. They had to be.
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Prompt: Kai/Kyungsoo - wolf AU
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Kyungsoo stood still in the middle of the room, feathers floating down around him like he'd been catapulted into an anime or something. Only there were no sparkles or hearts, just Jongin with a pillow that had exploded in his hands. He'd been startled. It happened.
"I came back for this," he joked, voice totally flat, and Jongin's face got even guiltier.
And then Jongin's eyes went wide. "You're back. For how long?"
Most observant and quick of all of them, he thought. He couldn't blame his shock, though. Kyungsoo felt like he'd been gone forever. He'd seen Jongin move in ways he thought weren't even possible. Affectionate. His smile hurt Kyungsoo's face, like they were somehow sharing it. Sometimes they were. Kyungsoo blew a feather away that was threatening to tick his nose. "A week, I think."
And as Jongin reached for him, Kyungsoo expected begging like he had gotten the last time, Jongin getting in his face as though he had final say in anything. Jongin wasn't ready, and Kyungsoo was pretty sure that Jongin himself knew that. But Jongin didn't beg, wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo's neck and then burying his face there.
"I'm glad you're safe."
Kyungsoo sighed into Jongin's shoulder. "Me too. So's everyone else in case you're wondering."
Jongin pulled his head back. "Really?"
A look was cast at the door, before Jongin pulled him, tugging at his arm gently as though he thought that Kyungsoo needed coaxing, as though he didn't need to be close too.
"Missed you," Jongin whispered against Kyungsoo's fingertips, his hair dark against the pillow.
"Sehun is going to try to bite us both if he comes in here," Kyungsoo said, half wishing he'd thought to lock the door.
Jongin teased a smile out of him with his lips, soft kisses, with Jongin's thighs holding him tight. Jongin was so warm under him, making him warmer than he'd been in weeks, and Kyungsoo sighed as all the tension in his body eased with every stroke of Jongin's hand along his back.
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" Jongin asked, biting his bottom lip and making it hard to concentrate on anything else other than looking there. Entirely non-subtle, like the warm drink he had been craving but hadn't stopped for because he'd been walking straight to Jongin's room the second he'd gotten in the door.
He dropped a kiss on Jongin's pouting chin. "I thought I was there already. And I'm tired," he said before Jongin's eyes got any brighter.
So Jongin curled around him, wriggling to his side, and Kyungsoo smiled against Jongin's throat and slept.
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Prompt: Joonmyun/Jongdae - wolf AU
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"Your hair is fluffy," Jongdae said, reaching up to ruffly the fluffy mess of hair atop Joonmyun's head.
"I ran a long time today to get home," Joonmyun complained, not moving away from the touch, but very definitely moaning as Jongdae pressed a hand down on his back and made the muscles stretch. He knew. How he knew. When Joonmyun had come in the door, he'd been sweaty and flushed, eyes bright and tired as he rested first his hand on Jongdae's shoulder, and then the full weight of him against Jongdae's chest. Jongdae had very nearly leaped out of his skin when he realized that Joonmyun's scent wouldn't fade any more because he was home. His bed would smell of Joonmyun again, and the couch, everything.
Jongdae wriggled onto the bed, leaning over Joonmyun's bare back. "I let you enjoy your shower in peace. I kept anyone from trying to join you."
Joonmyun craned his head back. "Did someone need something?"
"Not from you. They wanted to make sure you were back and safe, and I assured them you were. Kris is here, you know, and Lu Han. You're not responsible."
Joonmyun's lower lip peeked out further, a sign he listened and agreed even if he didn't like it.
"It'll wait until morning," Joonmyun conceded, sighing as Jongdae massaged his back. "You'll put me to sleep if you keep doing that, and I'm hungry."
"You know what I'm going to do?"
"No," Joonmyun said, though from the tone of his voice it seemed he wanted to find out.
"I'm going to make you dinner," Jongdae said, kissing between Joonmyun's shoulder blades, and then the top of his spine. "And I'm going to find a dessert. And the others can talk to you while you eat. But in here, we lock everyone out, and you can do anything you want to me."
The last he said with his lips against Joonmyun's neck, gently rocking down against Joonmyun's hips.
At first Joonmyun didn't say anything, and Jongdae dealt with the tightness in his stomach, his throat. He didn't know what had happened while Joonmyun had been gone.
And then Joonmyun spoke, his voice soft and even. "Aren't you going to ask me why I didn't take you with me?"
Jongdae's eyes closed. He'd wondered. He'd fretted. He'd been angry, and worried, pacing night after night with no news and the levity and even the stoic faces of the others getting on his nerves. No one worried as he had. He knew that wasn't true. They all had their methods of worry, that was all.
"Will you take me next time?" Jongdae asked instead.
"It's not just my decision," Joonmyun sighed. "But I'll want to."
And that was enough. It would always be enough.
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Prompt: Sehun/Kai - high school AU
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"This math test is going to kill me," Sehun moaned.
"No it won't," Jongin said, head hanging off the bed. "You can't fail it, either."
"Why. Well. I know my parents would yell, but..."
"Joonmyun will give you the disappointed eyes, and then ask you why you didn't ask him for help. And then give you a schedule to practice. And then-"
Sehun made a gargling sound that shut Jongin up. He'd made his point. Imagining the concern and lecture in Joonmyun's voice would've been plenty without heaping on all the rest. When Tao was failing his language class, they'd seen first hand how Joonmyun had organized a series of study partners until it had almost seemed like Tao had been learning in self-defense. Or maybe the extra time had helped. That was probably it.
What he really wanted to do was drag Jongin out and game, or maybe get out a book, or watch a movie, or bury his face in his pillow. Or make out. He squinted up at Jongin who was at least pretending to study for his history test. "Studying" together ran the full range of actually helping each other study, wasting time, and not studying at all, and their moms were pretty wise to that especially around big test times.
Twenty more minutes of study, then they could do something fun. Twenty five, he conceded, when he caught sight of a cheerleading email from Joonmyun.
He bit Jongin's ankle for ever getting that thought in his head, and when he didn't immediately get kicked in the face, he realized Jongin was asleep. He eyed the bed, and his math book, and resolved to do what Jongin suggested and ask Joonmyun for help the next day. Jongin didn't even stir when Sehun climbed over him, or when he pressed his cheek against Jongin's back. A little nap couldn't hurt.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - Kris with a 5-yr old Yixing climbing all over him
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Yixing the child was adorable. He was loud, and open, and in a room full of familiar people, couldn’t be held down. He was in laps, and pressing keyboard keys, and flicking his nails against guitar strings. The uglier side of that was when someone was there to turn off the sound, or when Yixing’s tiny fingers couldn’t do what he was accustomed to. He knew them, knew the things he could do, but there was a difference.
It wasn’t like Yixing had magically just miniaturized. He was a child. They’d all seen the pre-debut videos, and Yixing had spent some of those hiding in Kris’s shoulder. He wondered what he was doing, how he was supposed to deal with this. He wanted to ask Yixing what to do, but Yixing was currently staring back at him with a chocolate stained mouth.
A fact no one was taking responsibility for.
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"How did you get in here?" was Kris’s first question when he saw Yixing. He was small, in a shirt that went past his knees and hung on him. For all he knew a kid could’ve slipped into the apartment, or came over with someone. But that kid was in his room.
“Yifan. It’s my room,” he was answered in flawless and tiny Mandarin. The use of his name made him blink, but he knew stranger things had happened.
Kris got down to his level, something he’d found worked sometimes. “What’s your name?”
The question got him a frown, and then a smile like Kris had told a joke. “Yixing, silly.”
There was a tiny dimple in the soft cheek and Kris blinked.
And then Yixing darted away. “They’re back!”
When Kris made it to the door, Joonmyun was on the floor with Yixing wrapped around his neck and speaking far too fast for Joonmyun to possibly understand.
"What’s your name?" Joonmyun asked, in his most soothing voice.
Yixing sighed, like he was talking to…well. Himself. “Yi-xing. Don’t you remember me?”
It was a whine. And then Kris saw Yixing’s ear, a mark there he’d memorized years before. And the back of the shirt. Yixing’s shirt. Joonmyun met his eyes as they both came to the terrifying realization.
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It’d pass, was the consensus. They borrowed clothes for him, bought them. It was like having another energetic brother around, one that liked to eat snacks and watch movies, and insisted he was scared of the dark and had to sleep in Kris’s bed. Grown up Yixing tended to move around a lot and breathe heavily when he slept, but tiny Yixing was a hard sleeper, mouth open and clutching Ace.
"I miss you," Kris told him one morning, watching Yixing’s eyes go a bit sad. He’d cheered them both up with ice cream, and basketball. Yixing used both hands to bounce the ball, shooting into the basket of Kris’s arms.
Yixing abandoned him for a night, and he felt like he’d lost a limb, until Lu Han carried a sleeping Yixing back to Kris’s bed at three in the morning.
"He cried himself to sleep saying you said scary things," Lu Han said, sitting with Kris and watching Yixing breathe.
"When do we get him back?"
"We have him now," Lu Han told him.
It was true.
"Sorry," Kris said, when Yixing woke.
Yixing nodded at him, eyes big and solemn, and then he threw himself at Kris’s neck and wouldn’t let go until Kris had made him breakfast. Joonmyun read to Yixing every morning, because that was important for kids. He wasn’t sure who was louder, Chanyeol or Yixing as they played a game on someone’s ipad. Yixing was precocious. That was a good word. He was also tireless and cracked everyone up doing versions of their dances. When they’d watch TV, he curled in Kris’s lap and usually fell asleep there. He sat on Kris’s shoulders, made monster noises walking his feet on top of Kris’s, spent a portion of every day sassing Lu Han.
“We need him back soon,” Joonmyun said. “If he’s not there to learn the dance…?”
They’d been keeping it secret well, but there was only so much time that they could hide it.
Kris showed Yixing videos of performances, concerts. Maybe Yixing needed to want to go back to normal, without Kris making him feel bad.
“When I’m big again, I can dance with Jongin and Jongdae and…” Yixing mumbled sleepily. Pretty much listing everyone but Kris.
“Yeah,” Kris said, petting Yixing’s hair.
Three days later, Kris woke up with arms around his neck. Adult arms.
“Thank you,” Yixing murmured. “Go back to sleep.”
Yixing was looking out for him, then. He wrapped his arm around Yixing’s waist, and let himself drift.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing - club
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Baekhyun skimmed the crowd. Body heat. Bass thumping in his chest. There was a burn in his throat and a cloying sweetness in his mouth, and he was full of energy. Looking, though he wasn’t sure yet for what.
He found it, though, in a set of black boots, slick leather pants, and confident moves. The man was dancing with someone else, a guy whose face was rainbowed in the lights from above as he tilted his head back and laughed. Baekhyun waited for the catch of eyes, until the man he’d focused on saw him, looking him up and down. The man’s arms were bare, gleaming in the light, and he wore mesh over a black tank top, both tripped to give a tantalizing glimpse of collarbones and chest.
Dance partner abandoned with a hand to chest, Baekhyun seemed to have gained his own.
His lips were wet, cheek dimpled in the strobing light.
"Hi!" Baekhyun half shouted, a hand curling at his waist. Baekhyun reached too, for the curve of muscle at the top of the neck, half greeting, a whole lot predatory. But the smile he got made it seem like it was welcome.
It took several tries, shouting syllables back and forth before they got names exchanged. Using his hands and hips and tapping rhythm with his feet, Baekhyun was moving to Yixing’s tune. And pulling Yixing into his. Before he’d left the house, he’d lined his eyes, glitter over his eyelids, swirling over his collarbones. It made him stand out, and it made him feel sexy, and maybe just a little invincible.
He raised an eyebrow. Invitation. Challenge.
They moved so they wouldn’t be run into, moving closer by design and necessity, and Baekhyun’s breath caught as Yixing’s hand gripped the loose cloth at Baekhyun’s lower back. The shimmy of Yixing’s shoulders had his head falling back, laughing and delighted how Yixing’s lips curved in response.
He could’ve played it coy, snugging his back up against Yixing’s chest, letting the music rock them together. Or maybe pulling Yixing against him and letting that roll them on. But he’d never been good at waiting, and demure wasn’t his thing - brushing the tip of his nose against Yixing’s, and pausing for anticipation’s sake.
For the kiss. Warm and lazy, like a greeting he hadn’t expected. Yixing’s lips were endlessly soft, clinging to his and urging him back, smiles a little sharp against each other as the music pulled them to kiss and move. He lost track of time, of his breath, shivering at the feel of Yixing’s laughter against his throat, Yixing’s thigh between his. It wasn’t dirty. It was, but fun.
Baekhyun laughed at the glitter he’d left behind on Yixing’s neck and face, smearing it over his cheekbones with both of Yixing’s arms around his waist.
Yixing spoke loud against his ear, their feet tangled together on the edge of the dance floor. It was time to part. Yixing kissed him one more time, squeezing his hand before disappearing like some kind of shadow. For a moment, he contemplated the bathroom, and then shrugged, wading to the general area he’d left his friends.
"You look like you had fun," Jongdae said, eyeing him.
His smirk to Jongdae left no question about that. And he’d come out of the crowd with a phone number written in black marker over his heart.
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Prompt: Joonmyun/Yixing - ear kiss (smut)
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Joonmyun had a secret about his neck. Oh, not like Yixing or Baekhyun, not the kind that made him squirm and strike out and feel violated. But Yixing knew, and he knew because to get back at people he tried the same things on others. Blowing on Joonmyun’s neck didn’t work. Tickling with his fingers didn’t work. But the first brush of Yixing’s lips-
He was pinned, not with weight, but with want. Yixing’s lips dragged against the skin of his neck, little licks here and there, changes of pressure, of wetness. No teeth, no sucking, just kisses making him moan, making him press hard into Yixing’s hand as Yixing made him whine with too-soft touches and too-still lips.
Yixing wiggled against his back, almost a silent laugh. How he could be so patient, whispering Joonmyun’s name, rubbing their hips together. Joonmyun knew he was hard, knew he wanted, and still he teased Joonmyun’s neck with his tongue and teased his cock with his fingertips. Sometimes they Yixing was inside him during his tease, but it seemed to take his focus away - like he wanted all his thoughts on Joonmyun, and his sounds, and his skin.
Until he was begging, “please, please, please,” hard, against Yixing’s fingertips. Moaning on harsh breaths, face hot against the sheet. And Yixing had pity, wrapping his fingers for Joonmyun to thrust into, as his lips pressed and caught wet against the skin behind his ear, quick as a woodpecker, a hundred tiny kisses, wet and soft. Tingles down his spine could not stop him.
“Yixing,” he rasped, and came to Yixing’s kisses.
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Prompt: something smutty with Zhou Mi/Lay (smut)
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Yixing was not quiet when he was getting blown. It didn’t matter what was happening, if Zhou Mi was licking along him, sucking him, stroking him, fingering him, Yixing responded. Sometimes it was just little pants, tiny breaths as his hips lifted, trying to press deeper into Zhou Mi’s throat. Sometimes as Zhou Mi teased him with his tongue, too sensitive and not yet enough. There were the high pitched cries when Zhou Mi got two fingers inside him, body going tight and thighs spastic as he rubbed against Zhou Mi’s teasing lips. Zhou Mi’s mouth was hot, endless, needy, like Yixing’s cock was the only thing that would satisfy, and Yixing broke out in goosebumps as Zhou Mi swallowed around him, cradling his balls and sending hungry looks up his chest and at his mouth as Yixing reclined on the couch.
Zhou Mi made him shudder, sucking kisses along his shaft as Zhou Mi drew the skin down his cock. Zhou Mi wrote whole novels with his tongue, making his shake and gurgle. Delicate little kisses against his ip, tongue darting in and tasting until Yixing gasped Zhou Mi’s name, reaching for his hair , his neck.
And the entire length of him slipped against Zhou Mi’s tongue as Zhou Mi took him deep again.
And Zhou Mi set him free, free to shudder and jerk, hips lifting in a time known to no one, as he cries got louder, fucking into Zhou Mi’s mouth and going stiff, and coming - coming in Zhou Mi’s mouth, against his lips, his cheek, until the sounds died away to desperate breaths and Zhou Mi’ s laughter as he licked come from his fingers, until he could kiss Yixing.
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Prompt: Lay/Kai - touchy after dance practice
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Most people would think that after practice they wouldn’t want to do anything, flopping in tired piles, eating or drinking but no. Already it motion, it was hard to stop, sweaty, bodies thrumming. They kept practicing after the others left, challenge, answered steps, chests bumping, arms pushing. It was a fight, it was sex while they were upright, and barely touching. Until it became more, a stuttered step, Jongin’s nose nearly against him, his hands clasping tight on Jongin’s hips.
It took two steps back and he was against the wall, Jongin’s hips dropping, matching his, making him groan and pull Jongin in tighter. Braced against the wall, Jongin was grinding against him, the roll of his body, still locked in the dance as Yixing stared at his mouth. He’d been hard for half their challenge, and he gasped as Jongin cupped his neck, tilting his head and kissing him.
Slowly he pushed out, turning them until Jongin was against the wall, Yixing holding his hips, pressing their bodies together in urgent rhythm as he sucked on Jongin’s lips. He could feel Jongin vibrating against him, until Jongin was moaning into his shoulder and shuddering, and Yixing gasped.
For a moment, it was only Yixing’s weight that kept them standing, Jongin’s knees giving out, and they slowly slid into a pile on the floor. Panting, petting sides and faces. Yixing smiled as Jongin leaned into kiss him again.
“Good practice,” he said, very solemn. And they laughed together.
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Prompt: Lu Han and Yixing as girls? maybe something where they've been fooling around for a while, and they decide to try something new (smut)
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Yixing could dance rings around her, she knew that. Powerful, crisp, balanced- and her hips could do things that were unreal, like there was a pivot in her spine that other mortals didn’t have. There was a great deal of difference between pretending that someone could see the way Yixing made her gasp, and another when it could actually be real. There was a string of sparkles across one of Yixing’s cheeks, most of the gloss bitten off her lips and her hair streaming from Lu Han’s hands. And Lu Han made a startled sound, swallowed up in the pounding music, as Yixing almost covered her against the wall. Someone had worn heels and was using it to her advantage.
What Yixing had been doing to her on the dance floor had already flustered her, but lips against her neck, a hand squeezing her thigh so Yixing could insinuate herself, both concerned her and tipped up the beating of her heart.
“We don’t have to,” Yixing said against her ear. “But if you want…”
If she wanted to live out a fantasy. If she wanted, with Yixing making slow, side-to-side passes with her hips. Everyone could see but no one would know, not for sure. Her eyes flicked from the long pendant cord disappearing between Yixing’s breasts, to her eyes. Amused. Determined.
“Please,” she bleated.
It was as they had against the wall of Yixing’s room, again, but different. The thud of the music in the wall behind her. The scent of Yixing’s skin, the hand on her thigh, lips against her neck. Lu Han moaned into Yixing’s shoulder, both to hide her face and because she was too weak to do anything else, bracing herself and holding Yixing tighter. When the throbbing was overwhelming, the heat too much, she came to a twist of Yixing’s hips and the desperate sounds Yixing was making.
They were both panting, maybe smiling a bit too pleased, but with one eye open, Lu Han could tell no one was paying them much attention.
“Wait ’til later,” Lu Han threatened, and then laughed, because Yixing wiggled against her.
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Prompt: Lay/Lu Han kissing and fumbling with hands down each other's pants (but emphasis on the kissing) (smut)
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Yixing let out a surprised whimper as Lu Han’s hand closed around him, but it was not for lack of want. Rocking together on the couch for - how long? - He had needed more. Lu Han’s lips had flushed dark, pinked like the proof he wanted to see. And Lu Han moaned softly as Yixing stroked him as well, eyes dropping from his at a harsh breath, and fixing on his mouth.
And they moaned together, Lu Han’s hand steadying the back of his head, Lu Han’s tongue teasing at this lips, sliding between them - demand, invitation, soft puffs of breath as they kissed nearly in time to their hands. But slower, just so, no less urgent. Lu Han’s tongue could be sharp on words, but it was not patient. His mouth could be bruising but so soft, making Yixing shiver as Lu Han mouthed gently as his lips. Nudging together, their mouths clinging as much as their arms did on exhales and need.
When Lu Han flung his head back, gathering himself, Yixing followed, kissing his chin and the corners of his lips. The hands stroking each other slowed. Too fast, and they couldn’t enjoy it.
But it was proof of their want when it became almost secondary, an afterthought, as Lu Han smiled and kissed him again.
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Prompt: Kris/Chen - spanking (smut)
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“Seventeen. Eighteen. Nine- Oh.”
Jongdae’s voice broke, cock throbbing against Kris’s thigh, at the nineteenth smack against his ass. He’d been trying so hard to contain himself, to get to twenty, but Kris knew how to get to him, two softer spanks, and a third, harder, the sting and heat of Kris’s wide palm and long fingers against his skin.
But Kris was laughing, and Jongdae hissed, pushing himself up and straddling Kris’s legs. Kris had fingered him before the spanking began, getting hard to Jongdae’s noises - and Jongdae knew. He knew. So he sank onto Kris’s slick, thick cock, and reminded him what they were doing there. It took all of Kris’s amusement away, grasping Jongdae’s hips to steady him, not to stop or push faster. It was a delicious slide, his skin still hot and prickly, tender, and he filled himself to Kris’s moans.
But it was not all like that.
Kris’s teeth nibbled so delicately, pulling at Jongdae’s nipples with his lips. It was not all pain that Jongdae liked, and it was a contrast to the arm behind him, still groping and slapping his heated skin. It was not control. It was not power. He was fucking Kris, not the other way around. He was the one who’d had Kris hard, and made Kris wait, and that was almost as nice as the slap of skin against skin.
And Jongdae was also the one who kissed Kris’s lips and told him he should come. And Jongdae was also the one moaning uncontrollable as Kris’s fingers dug into his smarting ass because Kris was coming inside him.
“Good?” Jongdae asked.
Kris could only grunt, and that made him grin.
The desperation was finally upon him as Kris kissed him, tongue in his mouth, fingers inside him, and palm against his ass, again. Again. And Jongdae finally came, rutting against Kris’s stomach, collapsing against his chest.
“Good?” Kris asked, sighing into his hair.
Jongdae could only smile.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Kyungsoo - toys (smut)
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The sound of the vibration was quieter than Kyungsoo’s moans. How Baekhyun loved him like that, wrists caught in soft cuffs on the bed frame, thighs spread with Baekhyun’s between them. And in his hand, a tiny, vibrating bullet. He dragged it slow, a line along Kyungsoo’s flushed, jerking, cock. The sounds Kyungsoo made were frustration as much as they were arousal, and Baekhyun smiled at Kyungsoo. He knew the vibrations could hurt, but he knew if there wasn’t enough, it was a tease. And that tease was why Kyungsoo was glaring at him, mouth red from their kisses. And even as Baekhyun grinned, the sound of the vibrations went higher, faster, and Kyungsoo went boneless but for his hips, seeking more stimulation, more.
It amazed him that he could do anything he wanted. He could turn off the bullet and kiss Kyungsoo’s belly and make him squirm, or nip lines along his thighs, or suck marks into his collarbones, or spend minutes upon minutes teasing his nipples. He could crawl up the bed and press his cock to Kyungsoo’s mouth, and revel in the feeling of Kyungsoo’s lips around him. And he had. He’d done all those things. He’d felt Kyungsoo laugh against his mouth, moan around his cock, come in Kyungsoo, or Kyungsoo in him. He’d heard Kyungsoo curse, and moan, and beg, and the tiny, infinite little growls when he was close, when he wanted, and when he didn’t want to give Baekhyun the satisfaction of what Baekhyun was trying to draw out until-
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo gasped, hips wild, flushed and sweating, and throbbing against his fingers as the bullet whined against him. His lips were pulled back, close Baekhyun realized, fascinated. With bullet in hand, Baekhyun gripped him, tongue flicking quickly against the head of Kyungsoo’s cock. He turned up the vibrations another notch, and felt Kyungsoo’s breath hold, a second, two, three.
And he watched Kyungsoo come, felt it, smelled it. Kyungsoo’s mouth was open, moans leaving with every exhale, face finally going peaceful.
Baekhyun licked his lips, kissing Kyungsoo’s stomach. If the battery held, it would be his turn, soon.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - fluff
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“Prince Yixing. Prince Yixing! You need to wake up.”
Yixing stirred, his eyes opening to the face of his servant, a half-exasperated, half-indulgent Lu Han.
“Your father will be grumpy the rest of the day if you do not show up to eat on time,” Lu Han said, tugging the loose robe from Yixing’s shoulders and all but shoving his arms into his under-tunic. Awake, and mostly, Yixing helped, washing his own face and trying to look awake as Lu Han smoothed back his hair.
“It seemed whatever you were dreaming of made you happy,” Lu Han said, staring at him in the mirror.
“Maybe,” Yixing hedged.
“Dreaming of your prince again?”
Yixing smiled, but did not reply. There was no prince. And the man Lu Han referred to, Yixing had not seen in nearly a year. He had waited, startled after such a directing meeting of eyes at the last meeting they had been part of, but they had not spoken again, and that man, Yifan, had left.
When Yixing walked into the room to eat with his father, his world spun as Yifan bowed to him.
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There was only the wind the greet him on the balcony, and his hand rested against the cool of the smooth wood rail. He’d waited. He’d been surprised. And he could not even look, as footsteps stilled beside him.
“Where did you go? What did you do?” Yixing asked, not caring if perhaps it was not polite, that there were customs to be observed.
A warm hand covered his. “I left, so that I would not have to leave again.”
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - catboy au
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Kris had a problem. Actually, he had more than one problem, but he had one in particular as he tried to get work done at home. He'd barely been at his desk half an hour, slouched over the keyboard and scowling at it, when something tickled his ankle.
He knew without looking what it was: an almost prehensile tail belonging to someone in want of his attention. He could have chased Yixing away, it would've only taken a few words telling him he was busy to do that, and he'd had to do it before. But that night was different. That night, he didn't have to give himself an aching back . He could take a break.
Yixing stared back at him with curious eyes, his tail still flirting with Kris's ankle. His preferred perch was the couch, not the hard floor, so Kris knew even more he wanted something. Kris reached for him, thumb tracing Yixing's cheekbone. The sleek, dark brown ears twitched and Yixing rose. Maybe a little smug.
"Missed you," Kris said, and stood with him. Cool hands stroked Kris's neck, and Yixing smiled.
"I've waited all day for this."
Not just the greeting kiss and nuzzle, and Yixing staring into the refrigerator over his shoulder as they decided what to eat. Not Kris saying he had work to do, leaving Yixing to his own devices.
But that, the way Yixing went almost lax for a moment with Kris's arm supporting his back. The way his lips parted when Kris kissed him, the way his moans nearly sounded like purrs, and his tail thrashed violently for the want and the pleasure of being kissed.
Yixing smiled at him, kissing the back of Kris's hand, and led him to their bed.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - attempting to cook
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Kris enjoyed cooking under a number of circumstances. Say, if he was cooking something simple and wonderful for himself. If he had a horde of hungry people at his back about three seconds away from telling him that the ramen was too runny, not as much.
But Yixing liked to help. Sometimes his version of helping was hauling himself up onto the counter and resting his head against the cabinet, a little smile on his face as he watched Kris try to manhandle a spoon out from among their other spoons. Sometimes Yixing was the head chef, spatula in one hand, pan in the other, gesturing with his chin or smacking Kris in the arm when he tried to hand over the wrong thing.
Squabbles over technique, and Yixing laughing against Kris’s neck after they saved a pot from boiling over, they were all part of the experience. Even if the eggs sometimes got a little browned, or the ramen was too strong, or the inevitable oops moment of adding sugar instead of salt.
Though Yixing had saved that one with a bit of hot sauce and some extra vegetables. It had actually turned out pretty good. Maybe because they’d made it together.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - fluffy, domestic
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Yixing was chasing the dust bunnies like they were criminals escaped from the law. He had a wet rag, a duster, a mop, and some kind of spray gizmo that was supposed to make things smell nice and cure diseases. He had a handkerchief - not his own - tied over his face, and glasses - also not his own - over his eyes, and he was still sneezing. His fingertips got caught on a spiderweb, and his nose wrinkled as he unleashed the full power of all the stuff he was carrying around until he figured the only way the corner was getting cleaner was if he got a steamer.
He stood up, mop in one elbow and spray bottle and duster and rag in the other, and realized there was inequality in the situation. Kris was slouched in his "reading chair" with his tablet, one ankle propped on a thigh and giving Yixing perfect view of the enlarging hole in the heel of his sock. That was going in the garbage, and Kris wasn't going to tell him no about it.
"It's not my family who are visiting," Yixing said, nearly choking himself as he half inhaled the handkerchief. "Help."
Kris opened his mouth, likely about to say something like "My mom isn't going to look behind the couch to see if you dusted" and wisely shut it when Yixing took a more solid hold on the mop.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Bathroom," Yixing honked. Served him right. "I'll check it later."
It was meant to be a warning. But actually, Kris was really thorough when he wanted to be, especially since he knew he'd be getting snuggles later in thanks.
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Prompt: Kris has a thing for Jongdae's voice (smut)
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It became a problem too quickly. First it had been a laugh, ear-catching, quiet. The sound of humor in spoken words, and carefully pressed hands. Jongdae’s voice was- He didn’t have the technical words for it. When Jongdae’s voice went tremulous, when it soared, an edge, something like power, something like need.
He pressed his lips against Jongdae’s throat and felt the vibrations against his lips. He’d come from Jongdae’s voice on his own more times than he could count, but touching him was better. Seeing him. The gleam in Jongdae’s eyes, the grin that went sharp, teeth biting at Kris’s lips and nails against his back. He swallowed Jongdae deep and there were a thousand reasons. Jongdae’s cock was beautiful and he loved the feel of it in his mouth. Knowing he brought Jongdae pleasure made his blood thrum.
And hearing Jongdae’s moans nearly made him come from that alone.
And Jongdae knew it, too, when Kris pressed him down into the mattress. His lips were against Kris’s ear like some kind of siren, fingers of one hand twisting and scraping through Kris’s hair. Jongdae felt his gasps, and the stutters of his hips as Jongdae’s body lifted for more.
When they needed to be quiet, Jongdae’s voice was a sinuous curl in his ear, making his shake his head and reach for control. When they were free to make any noise they wanted, Jongdae’s cries made his body clutch, as though he was an instrument and Jongdae the most skillful musician.
When Jongdae arched, coming, Kris’s name on Jongdae’s swelling voice was like fire pouring through him. He moaned against Jongdae’s collarbone, and took until he couldn’t any longer.
When Jongdae smiled against him, kissing the side of Kris’s face, Kris could only hope that to Jongdae, Kris was the same.
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Prompt: Kai/Kyungsoo - Kai has a kissing kink
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“You’re going to kiss my skin off,” Kyungsoo murmured. Whether it was in the hollow of his throat, his shoulders, the sides of his belly. Jongin enjoyed all of that. He liked the soft press of Kyungsoo’s palms against his lips, and the jut of his jaw, softness of his cheek.
But it didn’t matter where they were, and it was close to not mattering what they were doing, if Kyungsoo kissed him, he was taken in.
The softest kiss, a brush of lips together. Sometimes Kyungsoo’s lips were curved, smiling, sometimes soft with need. At the front door, a sneaky kiss in the grocery store when Kyungsoo was jamming a hand toward his solar plexus.
In their bed. Not in the dark, no, because he liked to see. He liked to watch Kyungsoo’s eyes go wide, wider. He liked to see them narrow, knowing he was about to drive Jongin wild.
Kyungsoo’s lips against his, tongue soothing teeth-scraped flesh, making him moan, and need. The warmth of Kyungsoo’s neck under his hands, the stiffness shoulders as Kyungsoo leaned over him. If they could just move together, if he could just have one more kiss-
The kisses were his pleas, and Kyungsoo fulfilled ever one of them.
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Prompt: Chanyeol/Kai - rapping
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"You have the rhythm," Chanyeol said, his voice full of nothing but approval. "But it's a little more like this..."
Jongin stared at the wall, the thankfully un-mirrored wall because he didn't want to see Chanyeol smirking at him or watch him rapping as they practiced. The thing with Chanyeol, he was a very physical learner - even in dance. But Chanyeol's fingers followed the words on the paper in front of him, and his opposite hand had just snuck under Jongin's shirt, tapping out the rhythm on the skin of his stomach.
It worked great, until Chanyeol tickled him by accident, and the resulting squirm became a tussle.
"I won't do that any more, I won't do that any more," Chanyeol promised, laughing softly in a way that made Jongin wonder just how ~accidental~ the touch had been. But no matter how many looks Jongin sent him out of the corner of his eye, Chanyeol still kept his hand on Jongin's stomach, tapping away, like he could impart the rhythm, make Jongin form the words. Or maybe like he was a drummer than needed to be taught, one of those things.
"You have to feel it," Chanyeol said into his shoulder.
He did. And he showed Chanyeol, as Chanyeol kept time.
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Prompt: Kai with dog!Chanyeol whom everyone thought stupid because he couldn't figure out the difference between his chicken chew toy and a real chicken wing until Kai finds out he has no sense of smell and takes care of him
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Life was hard being a big floppy dog that everyone wanted to pet and baby talk to and dig their fingers into his neck fur. Life was also hard, because everyone laughed at the dog. He was kind of their project, all of them. They pitched in for food, and shared in the petting, and laughed at all of the injured expressions when he realized that his 100lb frame wasn't going to fit on many laps. His name was Chanyeol, and he was silly, and prone to dancing and bumping into chairs, and his whole body wagged when his tail did. He made people happy.
Dogs were universally hungry, though, and that was when the laughter really peaked. They were throwing Chanyeol pieces of chicken - despite the better judgement of those who thought Chanyeol would start begging, and definitely without bones - and he was ignoring them entirely in favor of gnawing on a chicken-shaped hunk of plastic. When someone threw his chew toy, he nosed right over the food, and went right back to the plastic.
They laughed at him, joked he must not be hungry, that their chicken was too good for him. But then Jongin realized after a while that if he didn't show Chanyeol where the dog food bowl was after he moved it, Chanyeol didn't eat, lying on the floor and looking at him and whining. Maybe he was that dumb, the others said, as Chanyeol got 1/2 of his body mass squarely centered on Jongin's crotch. Even as he winced and shoved, he didn't think so. The vet seemed to concur, even if Jongin was the only one who seemed to do much about it.
"You're a good dog. Just nasally deficient," Jongin said, scratching behind Chanyeol's ear.
Chanyeol panted at him with adoration, and that was how he went from being everyone's project, to being Jongin's.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Yixing - fluff
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Some cuddles were the best cuddles, Yixing thought, and he knew which members of his own group gave the best hugs but it seemed most of Super Junior came with optional extra limbs for hugging or it seemed like that when Donghae was nearby, but Zhou Mi was a special case because he was tall - not a surprise since he was used to some of those types - and he had long arms - same - but he was very careful, wrapping an arm around Yixing's neck and drawing him, careful not to breathe on his neck and just resting against him, and Yixing was content.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Yixing - smut (smut)
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Softest touches, softest smiles, the exchange of breaths and slide of palms, the meeting of one full bottom lip against the other, muffled moans, trembling thighs, bucking hips, and peace.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing - crystals
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They clung to him as though he had called them to him, to his arms, and stomach and thighs, crystals of so many different colors, reds, and blues, clear and catching the light, and Baekhyun watched as Yixing's skin was covered in patterns that spoke of love and beauty, and he wondered who else should know as Yixing smiled up at him, the crystals puddled on the floor and becoming the familiar Yixing again, needing no crystals to enhance his visage.
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Prompt: Sehun/Kai - sneaked blowjob before a performance (smut)
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There were always tiny little nooks and crannies, minutes stretching between being ready and actually being called to be ready, and some played and some slept, and some slipped away, and some were forced to slip away - because Sehun had wandering hands, and knew where Jongin's sensitive spots were, and no matter how much he glared Sehun didn't stop, getting him hard and bothered until he pulled Sehun away to one of those nooks, and cupped Sehun's neck, and shuddered as Sehun sucked him, roughly jerking him to get him off quick and quiet (Sehun always swallowed, always careful with his lips, but someone always knew).
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - this moment http://twitpic.com/d7j797
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There was something very comforting about watching Kris write and think and chuckle to himself, like carrying a piece of home with him - it made it so easy to relax, to smile, just waiting for Kris to smile back at him.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - first kiss
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Perhaps the only thing cuter than Yixing's cheeks being flushed from the cold was the way he tried to warm them with his hands as they walked from the subway to Yixing's apartment - it was sentiment that had him walking Yixing home, not wanting to leave him but knowing he wasn't going to try and get invited up, and yet still when Yixing looked up at him, startled when he'd replaced Yixing's hands on his cheeks with his own, he couldn't help leaning in for one, goodnight kiss.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - vampire (smut)
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Yixing stayed very still, breathing deep and breathing slow, and the touch on his neck did not tickle or make him squirm, but his breath caught at the brush of lips against his skin, a stark contrast even with the urgent press of Yifan's body into his - Yifan promised it wouldn't hurt, and Yixing believed him, but his eyes went wide in the mirror they faced, swearing for a moment he tasted blood himself as he was bitten.
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Pairings: Yixing/Lu Han, Xiumin/Lu Han, Kai/Kyungsoo, Suho/Chen, Sehun/Kai, Kris/Yixing, Baekhyun/Yixing, Suho/Yixing, Zhou Mi/Yixing, Kai/Yixing, Kris/Chen, Baekhyun/Kyungsoo, Kai/Chanyeol
Rating: NC-17
Genre: AU, non-AU, fluff, smut
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Twenty nine assorted EXO short prompts, mostly taken from ask.fm. There should be a (smut) tag with any expicit prompts.
Prompt: Lu Han and Yixing
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Lu Han resembled a frog, more or less. Not his face (People made fun of Lu Han's laugh but Yixing found it not-so-secretly adorable. Evening his answering laugh was mostly incredulous, he still laughed back. Even sometimes when it was directed at him. It was hard to put a value on that kind of thing.). But no, Lu Han was crouched with his knees all bent up and one arm dangling down. He was making very determined inroads into an ice cream cone that was betraying him and melting too fast. He was a tease was what he was, a crouching, ice cream-hogging tease.
"Can I?" Yixing ventured.
"No."
He wasn't sure if he should scowl or pout. In the end he did both, getting close enough almost until their knees were knocking though not quite - even if the idea of Lu Han plopping on his butt and wearing the ice cream was amusing, Yixing getting to eat some of it was more important. Yixing just rested his chin in his hand and just watched Lu Han. He wasn't trying to be cute, but proximity was half the battle. And it looked like it was going to backfire on him, because instead of getting an offer he got to watch Lu Han lick at the cone to catch trails of melting chocolate, shaping the remaining ice cream as he went with the flat of his tongue.
Yixing cleared his throat. Lu Han swallowed. Yixing tilted his head. Lu Han sucked on the edge of the cone.
It was a battle of wills. And his legs were getting tired.
"You have a chocolate mustache," Yixing said, trying not to let his voice tremble with laughter. Little by little chocolate streaks were building above Lu Han's lips and in the corners.
Lu Han caught his eye, first narrowing his eyes and them humming. "You wanted some?"
Yixing watched as Lu Han lifted the ice cream, and then offered his mouth, all puckered, and chocolate-covered. Just what he was hoping for. Yixing kissed him quick, just enough to touch, licking his lips as he pulled away and smiled. It was good, he thought, as Lu Han smirked at him.
“More?"
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Prompt: Lu Han/Xiumin - wolf AU
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"Are they asleep?"
"As close to snoring as they can be," Minseok said, ducking down into the little room they'd crafted for themselves. The light from the hallway caught Lu Han's eyes taking them from the brown that Minseok knew to half silver, half gold.
But that faded as Lu Han let his head fall back. Lu Han had chosen the smallest room in the house, barring a closet, to sleep in. It kept out the unwanted, he said. Minseok wasn't sure of that, or because Lu Han liked his own little claustrophobic space. Sharing was not Lu Han's first inclination, nor was allowing an outsider to touch his bed. The territorial thing, like it was his den. The need to be in control thing. The desire to keep things clean. Sehun had warned Minseok immediately. Sneering gently as though almost making fun, but so very serious.
Sehun and Tao were both asleep in one room, and Jongin and Jongdae had finally succumbed to exhaustion after Joonmyun had left, after they had stopped pacing, threatening and bargaining to go after him even after Lu Han had ordered them to stay. Distant and unfamiliar howls had them all on edge. It would be too long until Joonmyun and the others returned, and some of the tension melted from Lu Han's face. Age had no bearing on control, or it would be Minseok himself. No one held more sway than Lu Han. Under the pressure of everyone's anxiety, Lu Han had retreated, and Minseok shouldered what he could not. Ordering everyone to be calm would not have worked, and Minseok had heard Lu Han's teeth click tight together to keep himself together.
Even after all those months, Minseok waited beside the bed until Lu Han reached for him, invited him. Long fingers wrapping around Minseok's wrist, then over his shoulder, and into his hair. Lu Han breathed into it, his favorite scent something woodsy and clean that Minseok never was without.
"They're obeying you?"
"They know my orders are yours," Minseok agreed. He didn't speak of the fear in their eyes, or the way they went snappish as waiting took its toll on everyone, because Lu Han knew.
"It's good you're here for them. I don't know what to do...sometimes. What to say."
Minseok rested his hand on Lu Han's stomach, and heard what Lu Han did not say: It's good you're here for me. "They know you'll protect them. That calms them more than any words could."
"You are strong," Lu Han said. A simple statement, more almost an observation than praise, but Minseok smiled anyway. It was so much more than that to him.
"When they come back, we'll run the moon together," Minseok promised, as he settled into his place beside Lu Han. Stretched out beside him, tangled with him, smelling of him, of each other. But he felt Lu Han almost smile against his cheek at the thought of the moon, of being with the others again.
They would all be back together soon. They had to be.
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Prompt: Kai/Kyungsoo - wolf AU
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Kyungsoo stood still in the middle of the room, feathers floating down around him like he'd been catapulted into an anime or something. Only there were no sparkles or hearts, just Jongin with a pillow that had exploded in his hands. He'd been startled. It happened.
"I came back for this," he joked, voice totally flat, and Jongin's face got even guiltier.
And then Jongin's eyes went wide. "You're back. For how long?"
Most observant and quick of all of them, he thought. He couldn't blame his shock, though. Kyungsoo felt like he'd been gone forever. He'd seen Jongin move in ways he thought weren't even possible. Affectionate. His smile hurt Kyungsoo's face, like they were somehow sharing it. Sometimes they were. Kyungsoo blew a feather away that was threatening to tick his nose. "A week, I think."
And as Jongin reached for him, Kyungsoo expected begging like he had gotten the last time, Jongin getting in his face as though he had final say in anything. Jongin wasn't ready, and Kyungsoo was pretty sure that Jongin himself knew that. But Jongin didn't beg, wrapping his arms around Kyungsoo's neck and then burying his face there.
"I'm glad you're safe."
Kyungsoo sighed into Jongin's shoulder. "Me too. So's everyone else in case you're wondering."
Jongin pulled his head back. "Really?"
A look was cast at the door, before Jongin pulled him, tugging at his arm gently as though he thought that Kyungsoo needed coaxing, as though he didn't need to be close too.
"Missed you," Jongin whispered against Kyungsoo's fingertips, his hair dark against the pillow.
"Sehun is going to try to bite us both if he comes in here," Kyungsoo said, half wishing he'd thought to lock the door.
Jongin teased a smile out of him with his lips, soft kisses, with Jongin's thighs holding him tight. Jongin was so warm under him, making him warmer than he'd been in weeks, and Kyungsoo sighed as all the tension in his body eased with every stroke of Jongin's hand along his back.
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" Jongin asked, biting his bottom lip and making it hard to concentrate on anything else other than looking there. Entirely non-subtle, like the warm drink he had been craving but hadn't stopped for because he'd been walking straight to Jongin's room the second he'd gotten in the door.
He dropped a kiss on Jongin's pouting chin. "I thought I was there already. And I'm tired," he said before Jongin's eyes got any brighter.
So Jongin curled around him, wriggling to his side, and Kyungsoo smiled against Jongin's throat and slept.
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Prompt: Joonmyun/Jongdae - wolf AU
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"Your hair is fluffy," Jongdae said, reaching up to ruffly the fluffy mess of hair atop Joonmyun's head.
"I ran a long time today to get home," Joonmyun complained, not moving away from the touch, but very definitely moaning as Jongdae pressed a hand down on his back and made the muscles stretch. He knew. How he knew. When Joonmyun had come in the door, he'd been sweaty and flushed, eyes bright and tired as he rested first his hand on Jongdae's shoulder, and then the full weight of him against Jongdae's chest. Jongdae had very nearly leaped out of his skin when he realized that Joonmyun's scent wouldn't fade any more because he was home. His bed would smell of Joonmyun again, and the couch, everything.
Jongdae wriggled onto the bed, leaning over Joonmyun's bare back. "I let you enjoy your shower in peace. I kept anyone from trying to join you."
Joonmyun craned his head back. "Did someone need something?"
"Not from you. They wanted to make sure you were back and safe, and I assured them you were. Kris is here, you know, and Lu Han. You're not responsible."
Joonmyun's lower lip peeked out further, a sign he listened and agreed even if he didn't like it.
"It'll wait until morning," Joonmyun conceded, sighing as Jongdae massaged his back. "You'll put me to sleep if you keep doing that, and I'm hungry."
"You know what I'm going to do?"
"No," Joonmyun said, though from the tone of his voice it seemed he wanted to find out.
"I'm going to make you dinner," Jongdae said, kissing between Joonmyun's shoulder blades, and then the top of his spine. "And I'm going to find a dessert. And the others can talk to you while you eat. But in here, we lock everyone out, and you can do anything you want to me."
The last he said with his lips against Joonmyun's neck, gently rocking down against Joonmyun's hips.
At first Joonmyun didn't say anything, and Jongdae dealt with the tightness in his stomach, his throat. He didn't know what had happened while Joonmyun had been gone.
And then Joonmyun spoke, his voice soft and even. "Aren't you going to ask me why I didn't take you with me?"
Jongdae's eyes closed. He'd wondered. He'd fretted. He'd been angry, and worried, pacing night after night with no news and the levity and even the stoic faces of the others getting on his nerves. No one worried as he had. He knew that wasn't true. They all had their methods of worry, that was all.
"Will you take me next time?" Jongdae asked instead.
"It's not just my decision," Joonmyun sighed. "But I'll want to."
And that was enough. It would always be enough.
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Prompt: Sehun/Kai - high school AU
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"This math test is going to kill me," Sehun moaned.
"No it won't," Jongin said, head hanging off the bed. "You can't fail it, either."
"Why. Well. I know my parents would yell, but..."
"Joonmyun will give you the disappointed eyes, and then ask you why you didn't ask him for help. And then give you a schedule to practice. And then-"
Sehun made a gargling sound that shut Jongin up. He'd made his point. Imagining the concern and lecture in Joonmyun's voice would've been plenty without heaping on all the rest. When Tao was failing his language class, they'd seen first hand how Joonmyun had organized a series of study partners until it had almost seemed like Tao had been learning in self-defense. Or maybe the extra time had helped. That was probably it.
What he really wanted to do was drag Jongin out and game, or maybe get out a book, or watch a movie, or bury his face in his pillow. Or make out. He squinted up at Jongin who was at least pretending to study for his history test. "Studying" together ran the full range of actually helping each other study, wasting time, and not studying at all, and their moms were pretty wise to that especially around big test times.
Twenty more minutes of study, then they could do something fun. Twenty five, he conceded, when he caught sight of a cheerleading email from Joonmyun.
He bit Jongin's ankle for ever getting that thought in his head, and when he didn't immediately get kicked in the face, he realized Jongin was asleep. He eyed the bed, and his math book, and resolved to do what Jongin suggested and ask Joonmyun for help the next day. Jongin didn't even stir when Sehun climbed over him, or when he pressed his cheek against Jongin's back. A little nap couldn't hurt.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - Kris with a 5-yr old Yixing climbing all over him
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Yixing the child was adorable. He was loud, and open, and in a room full of familiar people, couldn’t be held down. He was in laps, and pressing keyboard keys, and flicking his nails against guitar strings. The uglier side of that was when someone was there to turn off the sound, or when Yixing’s tiny fingers couldn’t do what he was accustomed to. He knew them, knew the things he could do, but there was a difference.
It wasn’t like Yixing had magically just miniaturized. He was a child. They’d all seen the pre-debut videos, and Yixing had spent some of those hiding in Kris’s shoulder. He wondered what he was doing, how he was supposed to deal with this. He wanted to ask Yixing what to do, but Yixing was currently staring back at him with a chocolate stained mouth.
A fact no one was taking responsibility for.
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"How did you get in here?" was Kris’s first question when he saw Yixing. He was small, in a shirt that went past his knees and hung on him. For all he knew a kid could’ve slipped into the apartment, or came over with someone. But that kid was in his room.
“Yifan. It’s my room,” he was answered in flawless and tiny Mandarin. The use of his name made him blink, but he knew stranger things had happened.
Kris got down to his level, something he’d found worked sometimes. “What’s your name?”
The question got him a frown, and then a smile like Kris had told a joke. “Yixing, silly.”
There was a tiny dimple in the soft cheek and Kris blinked.
And then Yixing darted away. “They’re back!”
When Kris made it to the door, Joonmyun was on the floor with Yixing wrapped around his neck and speaking far too fast for Joonmyun to possibly understand.
"What’s your name?" Joonmyun asked, in his most soothing voice.
Yixing sighed, like he was talking to…well. Himself. “Yi-xing. Don’t you remember me?”
It was a whine. And then Kris saw Yixing’s ear, a mark there he’d memorized years before. And the back of the shirt. Yixing’s shirt. Joonmyun met his eyes as they both came to the terrifying realization.
***
It’d pass, was the consensus. They borrowed clothes for him, bought them. It was like having another energetic brother around, one that liked to eat snacks and watch movies, and insisted he was scared of the dark and had to sleep in Kris’s bed. Grown up Yixing tended to move around a lot and breathe heavily when he slept, but tiny Yixing was a hard sleeper, mouth open and clutching Ace.
"I miss you," Kris told him one morning, watching Yixing’s eyes go a bit sad. He’d cheered them both up with ice cream, and basketball. Yixing used both hands to bounce the ball, shooting into the basket of Kris’s arms.
Yixing abandoned him for a night, and he felt like he’d lost a limb, until Lu Han carried a sleeping Yixing back to Kris’s bed at three in the morning.
"He cried himself to sleep saying you said scary things," Lu Han said, sitting with Kris and watching Yixing breathe.
"When do we get him back?"
"We have him now," Lu Han told him.
It was true.
"Sorry," Kris said, when Yixing woke.
Yixing nodded at him, eyes big and solemn, and then he threw himself at Kris’s neck and wouldn’t let go until Kris had made him breakfast. Joonmyun read to Yixing every morning, because that was important for kids. He wasn’t sure who was louder, Chanyeol or Yixing as they played a game on someone’s ipad. Yixing was precocious. That was a good word. He was also tireless and cracked everyone up doing versions of their dances. When they’d watch TV, he curled in Kris’s lap and usually fell asleep there. He sat on Kris’s shoulders, made monster noises walking his feet on top of Kris’s, spent a portion of every day sassing Lu Han.
“We need him back soon,” Joonmyun said. “If he’s not there to learn the dance…?”
They’d been keeping it secret well, but there was only so much time that they could hide it.
Kris showed Yixing videos of performances, concerts. Maybe Yixing needed to want to go back to normal, without Kris making him feel bad.
“When I’m big again, I can dance with Jongin and Jongdae and…” Yixing mumbled sleepily. Pretty much listing everyone but Kris.
“Yeah,” Kris said, petting Yixing’s hair.
Three days later, Kris woke up with arms around his neck. Adult arms.
“Thank you,” Yixing murmured. “Go back to sleep.”
Yixing was looking out for him, then. He wrapped his arm around Yixing’s waist, and let himself drift.
***
Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing - club
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Baekhyun skimmed the crowd. Body heat. Bass thumping in his chest. There was a burn in his throat and a cloying sweetness in his mouth, and he was full of energy. Looking, though he wasn’t sure yet for what.
He found it, though, in a set of black boots, slick leather pants, and confident moves. The man was dancing with someone else, a guy whose face was rainbowed in the lights from above as he tilted his head back and laughed. Baekhyun waited for the catch of eyes, until the man he’d focused on saw him, looking him up and down. The man’s arms were bare, gleaming in the light, and he wore mesh over a black tank top, both tripped to give a tantalizing glimpse of collarbones and chest.
Dance partner abandoned with a hand to chest, Baekhyun seemed to have gained his own.
His lips were wet, cheek dimpled in the strobing light.
"Hi!" Baekhyun half shouted, a hand curling at his waist. Baekhyun reached too, for the curve of muscle at the top of the neck, half greeting, a whole lot predatory. But the smile he got made it seem like it was welcome.
It took several tries, shouting syllables back and forth before they got names exchanged. Using his hands and hips and tapping rhythm with his feet, Baekhyun was moving to Yixing’s tune. And pulling Yixing into his. Before he’d left the house, he’d lined his eyes, glitter over his eyelids, swirling over his collarbones. It made him stand out, and it made him feel sexy, and maybe just a little invincible.
He raised an eyebrow. Invitation. Challenge.
They moved so they wouldn’t be run into, moving closer by design and necessity, and Baekhyun’s breath caught as Yixing’s hand gripped the loose cloth at Baekhyun’s lower back. The shimmy of Yixing’s shoulders had his head falling back, laughing and delighted how Yixing’s lips curved in response.
He could’ve played it coy, snugging his back up against Yixing’s chest, letting the music rock them together. Or maybe pulling Yixing against him and letting that roll them on. But he’d never been good at waiting, and demure wasn’t his thing - brushing the tip of his nose against Yixing’s, and pausing for anticipation’s sake.
For the kiss. Warm and lazy, like a greeting he hadn’t expected. Yixing’s lips were endlessly soft, clinging to his and urging him back, smiles a little sharp against each other as the music pulled them to kiss and move. He lost track of time, of his breath, shivering at the feel of Yixing’s laughter against his throat, Yixing’s thigh between his. It wasn’t dirty. It was, but fun.
Baekhyun laughed at the glitter he’d left behind on Yixing’s neck and face, smearing it over his cheekbones with both of Yixing’s arms around his waist.
Yixing spoke loud against his ear, their feet tangled together on the edge of the dance floor. It was time to part. Yixing kissed him one more time, squeezing his hand before disappearing like some kind of shadow. For a moment, he contemplated the bathroom, and then shrugged, wading to the general area he’d left his friends.
"You look like you had fun," Jongdae said, eyeing him.
His smirk to Jongdae left no question about that. And he’d come out of the crowd with a phone number written in black marker over his heart.
***
Prompt: Joonmyun/Yixing - ear kiss (smut)
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Joonmyun had a secret about his neck. Oh, not like Yixing or Baekhyun, not the kind that made him squirm and strike out and feel violated. But Yixing knew, and he knew because to get back at people he tried the same things on others. Blowing on Joonmyun’s neck didn’t work. Tickling with his fingers didn’t work. But the first brush of Yixing’s lips-
He was pinned, not with weight, but with want. Yixing’s lips dragged against the skin of his neck, little licks here and there, changes of pressure, of wetness. No teeth, no sucking, just kisses making him moan, making him press hard into Yixing’s hand as Yixing made him whine with too-soft touches and too-still lips.
Yixing wiggled against his back, almost a silent laugh. How he could be so patient, whispering Joonmyun’s name, rubbing their hips together. Joonmyun knew he was hard, knew he wanted, and still he teased Joonmyun’s neck with his tongue and teased his cock with his fingertips. Sometimes they Yixing was inside him during his tease, but it seemed to take his focus away - like he wanted all his thoughts on Joonmyun, and his sounds, and his skin.
Until he was begging, “please, please, please,” hard, against Yixing’s fingertips. Moaning on harsh breaths, face hot against the sheet. And Yixing had pity, wrapping his fingers for Joonmyun to thrust into, as his lips pressed and caught wet against the skin behind his ear, quick as a woodpecker, a hundred tiny kisses, wet and soft. Tingles down his spine could not stop him.
“Yixing,” he rasped, and came to Yixing’s kisses.
***
Prompt: something smutty with Zhou Mi/Lay (smut)
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Yixing was not quiet when he was getting blown. It didn’t matter what was happening, if Zhou Mi was licking along him, sucking him, stroking him, fingering him, Yixing responded. Sometimes it was just little pants, tiny breaths as his hips lifted, trying to press deeper into Zhou Mi’s throat. Sometimes as Zhou Mi teased him with his tongue, too sensitive and not yet enough. There were the high pitched cries when Zhou Mi got two fingers inside him, body going tight and thighs spastic as he rubbed against Zhou Mi’s teasing lips. Zhou Mi’s mouth was hot, endless, needy, like Yixing’s cock was the only thing that would satisfy, and Yixing broke out in goosebumps as Zhou Mi swallowed around him, cradling his balls and sending hungry looks up his chest and at his mouth as Yixing reclined on the couch.
Zhou Mi made him shudder, sucking kisses along his shaft as Zhou Mi drew the skin down his cock. Zhou Mi wrote whole novels with his tongue, making his shake and gurgle. Delicate little kisses against his ip, tongue darting in and tasting until Yixing gasped Zhou Mi’s name, reaching for his hair , his neck.
And the entire length of him slipped against Zhou Mi’s tongue as Zhou Mi took him deep again.
And Zhou Mi set him free, free to shudder and jerk, hips lifting in a time known to no one, as he cries got louder, fucking into Zhou Mi’s mouth and going stiff, and coming - coming in Zhou Mi’s mouth, against his lips, his cheek, until the sounds died away to desperate breaths and Zhou Mi’ s laughter as he licked come from his fingers, until he could kiss Yixing.
***
Prompt: Lay/Kai - touchy after dance practice
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Most people would think that after practice they wouldn’t want to do anything, flopping in tired piles, eating or drinking but no. Already it motion, it was hard to stop, sweaty, bodies thrumming. They kept practicing after the others left, challenge, answered steps, chests bumping, arms pushing. It was a fight, it was sex while they were upright, and barely touching. Until it became more, a stuttered step, Jongin’s nose nearly against him, his hands clasping tight on Jongin’s hips.
It took two steps back and he was against the wall, Jongin’s hips dropping, matching his, making him groan and pull Jongin in tighter. Braced against the wall, Jongin was grinding against him, the roll of his body, still locked in the dance as Yixing stared at his mouth. He’d been hard for half their challenge, and he gasped as Jongin cupped his neck, tilting his head and kissing him.
Slowly he pushed out, turning them until Jongin was against the wall, Yixing holding his hips, pressing their bodies together in urgent rhythm as he sucked on Jongin’s lips. He could feel Jongin vibrating against him, until Jongin was moaning into his shoulder and shuddering, and Yixing gasped.
For a moment, it was only Yixing’s weight that kept them standing, Jongin’s knees giving out, and they slowly slid into a pile on the floor. Panting, petting sides and faces. Yixing smiled as Jongin leaned into kiss him again.
“Good practice,” he said, very solemn. And they laughed together.
***
Prompt: Lu Han and Yixing as girls? maybe something where they've been fooling around for a while, and they decide to try something new (smut)
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Yixing could dance rings around her, she knew that. Powerful, crisp, balanced- and her hips could do things that were unreal, like there was a pivot in her spine that other mortals didn’t have. There was a great deal of difference between pretending that someone could see the way Yixing made her gasp, and another when it could actually be real. There was a string of sparkles across one of Yixing’s cheeks, most of the gloss bitten off her lips and her hair streaming from Lu Han’s hands. And Lu Han made a startled sound, swallowed up in the pounding music, as Yixing almost covered her against the wall. Someone had worn heels and was using it to her advantage.
What Yixing had been doing to her on the dance floor had already flustered her, but lips against her neck, a hand squeezing her thigh so Yixing could insinuate herself, both concerned her and tipped up the beating of her heart.
“We don’t have to,” Yixing said against her ear. “But if you want…”
If she wanted to live out a fantasy. If she wanted, with Yixing making slow, side-to-side passes with her hips. Everyone could see but no one would know, not for sure. Her eyes flicked from the long pendant cord disappearing between Yixing’s breasts, to her eyes. Amused. Determined.
“Please,” she bleated.
It was as they had against the wall of Yixing’s room, again, but different. The thud of the music in the wall behind her. The scent of Yixing’s skin, the hand on her thigh, lips against her neck. Lu Han moaned into Yixing’s shoulder, both to hide her face and because she was too weak to do anything else, bracing herself and holding Yixing tighter. When the throbbing was overwhelming, the heat too much, she came to a twist of Yixing’s hips and the desperate sounds Yixing was making.
They were both panting, maybe smiling a bit too pleased, but with one eye open, Lu Han could tell no one was paying them much attention.
“Wait ’til later,” Lu Han threatened, and then laughed, because Yixing wiggled against her.
***
Prompt: Lay/Lu Han kissing and fumbling with hands down each other's pants (but emphasis on the kissing) (smut)
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Yixing let out a surprised whimper as Lu Han’s hand closed around him, but it was not for lack of want. Rocking together on the couch for - how long? - He had needed more. Lu Han’s lips had flushed dark, pinked like the proof he wanted to see. And Lu Han moaned softly as Yixing stroked him as well, eyes dropping from his at a harsh breath, and fixing on his mouth.
And they moaned together, Lu Han’s hand steadying the back of his head, Lu Han’s tongue teasing at this lips, sliding between them - demand, invitation, soft puffs of breath as they kissed nearly in time to their hands. But slower, just so, no less urgent. Lu Han’s tongue could be sharp on words, but it was not patient. His mouth could be bruising but so soft, making Yixing shiver as Lu Han mouthed gently as his lips. Nudging together, their mouths clinging as much as their arms did on exhales and need.
When Lu Han flung his head back, gathering himself, Yixing followed, kissing his chin and the corners of his lips. The hands stroking each other slowed. Too fast, and they couldn’t enjoy it.
But it was proof of their want when it became almost secondary, an afterthought, as Lu Han smiled and kissed him again.
***
Prompt: Kris/Chen - spanking (smut)
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“Seventeen. Eighteen. Nine- Oh.”
Jongdae’s voice broke, cock throbbing against Kris’s thigh, at the nineteenth smack against his ass. He’d been trying so hard to contain himself, to get to twenty, but Kris knew how to get to him, two softer spanks, and a third, harder, the sting and heat of Kris’s wide palm and long fingers against his skin.
But Kris was laughing, and Jongdae hissed, pushing himself up and straddling Kris’s legs. Kris had fingered him before the spanking began, getting hard to Jongdae’s noises - and Jongdae knew. He knew. So he sank onto Kris’s slick, thick cock, and reminded him what they were doing there. It took all of Kris’s amusement away, grasping Jongdae’s hips to steady him, not to stop or push faster. It was a delicious slide, his skin still hot and prickly, tender, and he filled himself to Kris’s moans.
But it was not all like that.
Kris’s teeth nibbled so delicately, pulling at Jongdae’s nipples with his lips. It was not all pain that Jongdae liked, and it was a contrast to the arm behind him, still groping and slapping his heated skin. It was not control. It was not power. He was fucking Kris, not the other way around. He was the one who’d had Kris hard, and made Kris wait, and that was almost as nice as the slap of skin against skin.
And Jongdae was also the one who kissed Kris’s lips and told him he should come. And Jongdae was also the one moaning uncontrollable as Kris’s fingers dug into his smarting ass because Kris was coming inside him.
“Good?” Jongdae asked.
Kris could only grunt, and that made him grin.
The desperation was finally upon him as Kris kissed him, tongue in his mouth, fingers inside him, and palm against his ass, again. Again. And Jongdae finally came, rutting against Kris’s stomach, collapsing against his chest.
“Good?” Kris asked, sighing into his hair.
Jongdae could only smile.
***
Prompt: Baekhyun/Kyungsoo - toys (smut)
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The sound of the vibration was quieter than Kyungsoo’s moans. How Baekhyun loved him like that, wrists caught in soft cuffs on the bed frame, thighs spread with Baekhyun’s between them. And in his hand, a tiny, vibrating bullet. He dragged it slow, a line along Kyungsoo’s flushed, jerking, cock. The sounds Kyungsoo made were frustration as much as they were arousal, and Baekhyun smiled at Kyungsoo. He knew the vibrations could hurt, but he knew if there wasn’t enough, it was a tease. And that tease was why Kyungsoo was glaring at him, mouth red from their kisses. And even as Baekhyun grinned, the sound of the vibrations went higher, faster, and Kyungsoo went boneless but for his hips, seeking more stimulation, more.
It amazed him that he could do anything he wanted. He could turn off the bullet and kiss Kyungsoo’s belly and make him squirm, or nip lines along his thighs, or suck marks into his collarbones, or spend minutes upon minutes teasing his nipples. He could crawl up the bed and press his cock to Kyungsoo’s mouth, and revel in the feeling of Kyungsoo’s lips around him. And he had. He’d done all those things. He’d felt Kyungsoo laugh against his mouth, moan around his cock, come in Kyungsoo, or Kyungsoo in him. He’d heard Kyungsoo curse, and moan, and beg, and the tiny, infinite little growls when he was close, when he wanted, and when he didn’t want to give Baekhyun the satisfaction of what Baekhyun was trying to draw out until-
“Baekhyun,” Kyungsoo gasped, hips wild, flushed and sweating, and throbbing against his fingers as the bullet whined against him. His lips were pulled back, close Baekhyun realized, fascinated. With bullet in hand, Baekhyun gripped him, tongue flicking quickly against the head of Kyungsoo’s cock. He turned up the vibrations another notch, and felt Kyungsoo’s breath hold, a second, two, three.
And he watched Kyungsoo come, felt it, smelled it. Kyungsoo’s mouth was open, moans leaving with every exhale, face finally going peaceful.
Baekhyun licked his lips, kissing Kyungsoo’s stomach. If the battery held, it would be his turn, soon.
***
Prompt: Kris/Yixing - fluff
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“Prince Yixing. Prince Yixing! You need to wake up.”
Yixing stirred, his eyes opening to the face of his servant, a half-exasperated, half-indulgent Lu Han.
“Your father will be grumpy the rest of the day if you do not show up to eat on time,” Lu Han said, tugging the loose robe from Yixing’s shoulders and all but shoving his arms into his under-tunic. Awake, and mostly, Yixing helped, washing his own face and trying to look awake as Lu Han smoothed back his hair.
“It seemed whatever you were dreaming of made you happy,” Lu Han said, staring at him in the mirror.
“Maybe,” Yixing hedged.
“Dreaming of your prince again?”
Yixing smiled, but did not reply. There was no prince. And the man Lu Han referred to, Yixing had not seen in nearly a year. He had waited, startled after such a directing meeting of eyes at the last meeting they had been part of, but they had not spoken again, and that man, Yifan, had left.
When Yixing walked into the room to eat with his father, his world spun as Yifan bowed to him.
***
There was only the wind the greet him on the balcony, and his hand rested against the cool of the smooth wood rail. He’d waited. He’d been surprised. And he could not even look, as footsteps stilled beside him.
“Where did you go? What did you do?” Yixing asked, not caring if perhaps it was not polite, that there were customs to be observed.
A warm hand covered his. “I left, so that I would not have to leave again.”
***
Prompt: Kris/Yixing - catboy au
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Kris had a problem. Actually, he had more than one problem, but he had one in particular as he tried to get work done at home. He'd barely been at his desk half an hour, slouched over the keyboard and scowling at it, when something tickled his ankle.
He knew without looking what it was: an almost prehensile tail belonging to someone in want of his attention. He could have chased Yixing away, it would've only taken a few words telling him he was busy to do that, and he'd had to do it before. But that night was different. That night, he didn't have to give himself an aching back . He could take a break.
Yixing stared back at him with curious eyes, his tail still flirting with Kris's ankle. His preferred perch was the couch, not the hard floor, so Kris knew even more he wanted something. Kris reached for him, thumb tracing Yixing's cheekbone. The sleek, dark brown ears twitched and Yixing rose. Maybe a little smug.
"Missed you," Kris said, and stood with him. Cool hands stroked Kris's neck, and Yixing smiled.
"I've waited all day for this."
Not just the greeting kiss and nuzzle, and Yixing staring into the refrigerator over his shoulder as they decided what to eat. Not Kris saying he had work to do, leaving Yixing to his own devices.
But that, the way Yixing went almost lax for a moment with Kris's arm supporting his back. The way his lips parted when Kris kissed him, the way his moans nearly sounded like purrs, and his tail thrashed violently for the want and the pleasure of being kissed.
Yixing smiled at him, kissing the back of Kris's hand, and led him to their bed.
***
Prompt: Kris/Yixing - attempting to cook
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Kris enjoyed cooking under a number of circumstances. Say, if he was cooking something simple and wonderful for himself. If he had a horde of hungry people at his back about three seconds away from telling him that the ramen was too runny, not as much.
But Yixing liked to help. Sometimes his version of helping was hauling himself up onto the counter and resting his head against the cabinet, a little smile on his face as he watched Kris try to manhandle a spoon out from among their other spoons. Sometimes Yixing was the head chef, spatula in one hand, pan in the other, gesturing with his chin or smacking Kris in the arm when he tried to hand over the wrong thing.
Squabbles over technique, and Yixing laughing against Kris’s neck after they saved a pot from boiling over, they were all part of the experience. Even if the eggs sometimes got a little browned, or the ramen was too strong, or the inevitable oops moment of adding sugar instead of salt.
Though Yixing had saved that one with a bit of hot sauce and some extra vegetables. It had actually turned out pretty good. Maybe because they’d made it together.
***
Prompt: Kris/Yixing - fluffy, domestic
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Yixing was chasing the dust bunnies like they were criminals escaped from the law. He had a wet rag, a duster, a mop, and some kind of spray gizmo that was supposed to make things smell nice and cure diseases. He had a handkerchief - not his own - tied over his face, and glasses - also not his own - over his eyes, and he was still sneezing. His fingertips got caught on a spiderweb, and his nose wrinkled as he unleashed the full power of all the stuff he was carrying around until he figured the only way the corner was getting cleaner was if he got a steamer.
He stood up, mop in one elbow and spray bottle and duster and rag in the other, and realized there was inequality in the situation. Kris was slouched in his "reading chair" with his tablet, one ankle propped on a thigh and giving Yixing perfect view of the enlarging hole in the heel of his sock. That was going in the garbage, and Kris wasn't going to tell him no about it.
"It's not my family who are visiting," Yixing said, nearly choking himself as he half inhaled the handkerchief. "Help."
Kris opened his mouth, likely about to say something like "My mom isn't going to look behind the couch to see if you dusted" and wisely shut it when Yixing took a more solid hold on the mop.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Bathroom," Yixing honked. Served him right. "I'll check it later."
It was meant to be a warning. But actually, Kris was really thorough when he wanted to be, especially since he knew he'd be getting snuggles later in thanks.
***
Prompt: Kris has a thing for Jongdae's voice (smut)
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It became a problem too quickly. First it had been a laugh, ear-catching, quiet. The sound of humor in spoken words, and carefully pressed hands. Jongdae’s voice was- He didn’t have the technical words for it. When Jongdae’s voice went tremulous, when it soared, an edge, something like power, something like need.
He pressed his lips against Jongdae’s throat and felt the vibrations against his lips. He’d come from Jongdae’s voice on his own more times than he could count, but touching him was better. Seeing him. The gleam in Jongdae’s eyes, the grin that went sharp, teeth biting at Kris’s lips and nails against his back. He swallowed Jongdae deep and there were a thousand reasons. Jongdae’s cock was beautiful and he loved the feel of it in his mouth. Knowing he brought Jongdae pleasure made his blood thrum.
And hearing Jongdae’s moans nearly made him come from that alone.
And Jongdae knew it, too, when Kris pressed him down into the mattress. His lips were against Kris’s ear like some kind of siren, fingers of one hand twisting and scraping through Kris’s hair. Jongdae felt his gasps, and the stutters of his hips as Jongdae’s body lifted for more.
When they needed to be quiet, Jongdae’s voice was a sinuous curl in his ear, making his shake his head and reach for control. When they were free to make any noise they wanted, Jongdae’s cries made his body clutch, as though he was an instrument and Jongdae the most skillful musician.
When Jongdae arched, coming, Kris’s name on Jongdae’s swelling voice was like fire pouring through him. He moaned against Jongdae’s collarbone, and took until he couldn’t any longer.
When Jongdae smiled against him, kissing the side of Kris’s face, Kris could only hope that to Jongdae, Kris was the same.
***
Prompt: Kai/Kyungsoo - Kai has a kissing kink
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“You’re going to kiss my skin off,” Kyungsoo murmured. Whether it was in the hollow of his throat, his shoulders, the sides of his belly. Jongin enjoyed all of that. He liked the soft press of Kyungsoo’s palms against his lips, and the jut of his jaw, softness of his cheek.
But it didn’t matter where they were, and it was close to not mattering what they were doing, if Kyungsoo kissed him, he was taken in.
The softest kiss, a brush of lips together. Sometimes Kyungsoo’s lips were curved, smiling, sometimes soft with need. At the front door, a sneaky kiss in the grocery store when Kyungsoo was jamming a hand toward his solar plexus.
In their bed. Not in the dark, no, because he liked to see. He liked to watch Kyungsoo’s eyes go wide, wider. He liked to see them narrow, knowing he was about to drive Jongin wild.
Kyungsoo’s lips against his, tongue soothing teeth-scraped flesh, making him moan, and need. The warmth of Kyungsoo’s neck under his hands, the stiffness shoulders as Kyungsoo leaned over him. If they could just move together, if he could just have one more kiss-
The kisses were his pleas, and Kyungsoo fulfilled ever one of them.
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Prompt: Chanyeol/Kai - rapping
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"You have the rhythm," Chanyeol said, his voice full of nothing but approval. "But it's a little more like this..."
Jongin stared at the wall, the thankfully un-mirrored wall because he didn't want to see Chanyeol smirking at him or watch him rapping as they practiced. The thing with Chanyeol, he was a very physical learner - even in dance. But Chanyeol's fingers followed the words on the paper in front of him, and his opposite hand had just snuck under Jongin's shirt, tapping out the rhythm on the skin of his stomach.
It worked great, until Chanyeol tickled him by accident, and the resulting squirm became a tussle.
"I won't do that any more, I won't do that any more," Chanyeol promised, laughing softly in a way that made Jongin wonder just how ~accidental~ the touch had been. But no matter how many looks Jongin sent him out of the corner of his eye, Chanyeol still kept his hand on Jongin's stomach, tapping away, like he could impart the rhythm, make Jongin form the words. Or maybe like he was a drummer than needed to be taught, one of those things.
"You have to feel it," Chanyeol said into his shoulder.
He did. And he showed Chanyeol, as Chanyeol kept time.
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Prompt: Kai with dog!Chanyeol whom everyone thought stupid because he couldn't figure out the difference between his chicken chew toy and a real chicken wing until Kai finds out he has no sense of smell and takes care of him
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Life was hard being a big floppy dog that everyone wanted to pet and baby talk to and dig their fingers into his neck fur. Life was also hard, because everyone laughed at the dog. He was kind of their project, all of them. They pitched in for food, and shared in the petting, and laughed at all of the injured expressions when he realized that his 100lb frame wasn't going to fit on many laps. His name was Chanyeol, and he was silly, and prone to dancing and bumping into chairs, and his whole body wagged when his tail did. He made people happy.
Dogs were universally hungry, though, and that was when the laughter really peaked. They were throwing Chanyeol pieces of chicken - despite the better judgement of those who thought Chanyeol would start begging, and definitely without bones - and he was ignoring them entirely in favor of gnawing on a chicken-shaped hunk of plastic. When someone threw his chew toy, he nosed right over the food, and went right back to the plastic.
They laughed at him, joked he must not be hungry, that their chicken was too good for him. But then Jongin realized after a while that if he didn't show Chanyeol where the dog food bowl was after he moved it, Chanyeol didn't eat, lying on the floor and looking at him and whining. Maybe he was that dumb, the others said, as Chanyeol got 1/2 of his body mass squarely centered on Jongin's crotch. Even as he winced and shoved, he didn't think so. The vet seemed to concur, even if Jongin was the only one who seemed to do much about it.
"You're a good dog. Just nasally deficient," Jongin said, scratching behind Chanyeol's ear.
Chanyeol panted at him with adoration, and that was how he went from being everyone's project, to being Jongin's.
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One Sentence fics:
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Yixing - fluff
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Some cuddles were the best cuddles, Yixing thought, and he knew which members of his own group gave the best hugs but it seemed most of Super Junior came with optional extra limbs for hugging or it seemed like that when Donghae was nearby, but Zhou Mi was a special case because he was tall - not a surprise since he was used to some of those types - and he had long arms - same - but he was very careful, wrapping an arm around Yixing's neck and drawing him, careful not to breathe on his neck and just resting against him, and Yixing was content.
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Prompt: Zhou Mi/Yixing - smut (smut)
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Softest touches, softest smiles, the exchange of breaths and slide of palms, the meeting of one full bottom lip against the other, muffled moans, trembling thighs, bucking hips, and peace.
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Prompt: Baekhyun/Yixing - crystals
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They clung to him as though he had called them to him, to his arms, and stomach and thighs, crystals of so many different colors, reds, and blues, clear and catching the light, and Baekhyun watched as Yixing's skin was covered in patterns that spoke of love and beauty, and he wondered who else should know as Yixing smiled up at him, the crystals puddled on the floor and becoming the familiar Yixing again, needing no crystals to enhance his visage.
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Prompt: Sehun/Kai - sneaked blowjob before a performance (smut)
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There were always tiny little nooks and crannies, minutes stretching between being ready and actually being called to be ready, and some played and some slept, and some slipped away, and some were forced to slip away - because Sehun had wandering hands, and knew where Jongin's sensitive spots were, and no matter how much he glared Sehun didn't stop, getting him hard and bothered until he pulled Sehun away to one of those nooks, and cupped Sehun's neck, and shuddered as Sehun sucked him, roughly jerking him to get him off quick and quiet (Sehun always swallowed, always careful with his lips, but someone always knew).
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - this moment http://twitpic.com/d7j797
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There was something very comforting about watching Kris write and think and chuckle to himself, like carrying a piece of home with him - it made it so easy to relax, to smile, just waiting for Kris to smile back at him.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - first kiss
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Perhaps the only thing cuter than Yixing's cheeks being flushed from the cold was the way he tried to warm them with his hands as they walked from the subway to Yixing's apartment - it was sentiment that had him walking Yixing home, not wanting to leave him but knowing he wasn't going to try and get invited up, and yet still when Yixing looked up at him, startled when he'd replaced Yixing's hands on his cheeks with his own, he couldn't help leaning in for one, goodnight kiss.
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Prompt: Kris/Yixing - vampire (smut)
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Yixing stayed very still, breathing deep and breathing slow, and the touch on his neck did not tickle or make him squirm, but his breath caught at the brush of lips against his skin, a stark contrast even with the urgent press of Yifan's body into his - Yifan promised it wouldn't hurt, and Yixing believed him, but his eyes went wide in the mirror they faced, swearing for a moment he tasted blood himself as he was bitten.
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