[Fic] Consideration (EXO)
Title: Consideration
Pairings: Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Lay/D.O., Jongin/?, Chanyeol/Suho, Chen/Kai, Tao/Sehun, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Suho/Xiumin, Suho/Lu Han, Chanyeol/Xiumin, Suho/Chen, Chanyeol/Tao, Suho/D.O., Sehun/Lu Han, Xiumin/Kai, Kai/Tao, Xiumin/Lay
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, sex swap
Summary: 28 various requests from ask.fm, some smutty some not
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Prompt: SuKai -Royalty.
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“It’s time for your breakfast, Your Highness,” Joonmyun said, and did not bother to quiet his movements as he put down the tray he’d been holding a little harder than necessary. Sometimes it was needed to get Jongin out of unconsciousness. He heard a groan, and clanked a goblet down hard as well for good measure, grinning because he knew Jongin couldn’t see him.
“Cold,” he heard Jongin croak.
Joonmyun turned and frowned at the bed, abandoning his water pitcher in favor of checking on his prince.
“Are you sick?” Joonmyun asked, pulling at the blanket covering Jongin’s head. Jongin didn’t look flushed, his eyes squinting as he peered up at Joonmyun. And Joonmyun squawked when Jongin grabbed his arm and pulled him off balance until Joonmyun had no choice - he either crawled onto the bed or planted himself face first into it.
“Your Highness,” Joonmyun half laughed, half scolded when Jongin started grinning.
“Come on,” Jongin said.
He wasn’t struggling, not really. His shoes went clattering, Jongin determinedly tugging and poking until Joonmyun was under the blankets with him. It was not cold, and in fact it was rather cozy in the chill that had been the outside room.
“That’s better,” Jongin breathed, getting an arm over Joonmyun’s side.
“Your Highness.”
“No,” Jongin said, nuzzling his face a little closer. Joonmyun sighed, shaking his head a little but it was not something he could hold out against.
“Jongin,” he said, and knew that Jongin could hear the resigned fondness in his voice. In Jongin’s bed, alone, he’d agreed to that but it had been a hard-fought battle by Jongin to pry the propriety out of his fingers. Jongin was smiling as Joonmyun stroked the hair in front of his ear, sliding into the thickness of it behind. And he sighed as Jongin nudged against his mouth, the softest of kisses. If only Jongin didn’t know how weak he was to that, the rolling press of Jongin’s lips against his, sweetest invitation for Joonmyun to meet, to kiss him in return. And kiss he did, stroking Jongin’s hair, his neck and shivering when Jongin spread a warm hand against his lower back.
“Why do you not wake me up like this?” Jongin asked.
“Maybe I would if I was certain you wouldn’t shove me onto the floor,” Joonmyun countered.
Jongin sulked only for a moment, huffing and kissing Joonmyun because he knew Joonmyun was right and it kept Joonmyun from crowing about it. It wasn’t that Jongin meant to shove him, just that he’d been so intent on his sleep and Joonmyun had been waking him before dawn. It had also been before Joonmyun felt he could retaliate, and far before…before the kisses, the warmth, the dreams. As the servant of the prince, he knew his place. But as the man in Jongin’s bed, he knew something more.
He gasped as Jongin pressed kisses along his jaw, hitting the most sensitive part of his throat, his neck. And he tilted his head, bared it for Jongin as Jongin hummed for his quarry.
“You- Your breakfast,” Joonmyun said, his voice weak.
“First course,” Jongin said.
And his moan was muffled against Jongin’s mouth as Jongin cupped the front of Joonmyun’s pants. Being partly hard was a reflex, Jongin’s kisses, the safety of his bed. His hand, warmed by Jongin’s body, slipped into Jongin’s soft pants, and he savored the sound Jongin made, the way his forehead tilted into Joonmyun’s.
“Joonmyun.”
If he were not weak and wanting already, the sound of his name would have sealed it. He kept his arm around Jongin’s neck, kissing him between moans as Jongin was hard against his fingers. He rocked his own hips into Jongin’s rubbing hand, wishing for more contact, for more, and getting it, skin to skin as Jongin rubbed his thumb along his erection.
“Maybe,” Jongin began to suggest.
“Breakfast,” Joonmyun reminded him, and stroked faster, parting his lips so that Jongin could kiss him more fully. Later, they could do anything Jongin desired. But there was a day to get ready for, no matter what the wants of the prince.
Jongin’s breaths came harsher, his body stiff as Joonmyun stroked and coddled and kissed. And it was Jongin who came first, moaning as Joonmyun stroked the wet he produced along him. Seeing Jongin in pleasure, feeling the proof of it, had him flushing, reaching for Jongin’s arm and holding it as he bucked into Jongin’s grasping fingers until he felt the pleasure wash over him.
“Oh. Oh, Jongin.”
He saw the flash of Jongin’s teeth just before he ducked his head and buried his face into Jongin’s neck. He could smell Jongin there, the warmth of him, lingering soap and man. He meant to stay only for a moment, humming happily as Jongin stroked his back. And he fell asleep there, for at least a good dozen minutes. He woke with a squeak, Jongin laughing.
“Breakfast,” Jongin teased, even though he hadn’t stopped holding Joonmyun.
Joonmyun tidied himself as Jongin washed his hands clean and helped himself into the clothes that Joonmyun had laid out for him.
“Good morning, Joonmyun,” Jongin said, his eyes twinkling as he sat down to his breakfast.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” Joonmyun responded, his cheeks unnaturally hot as finally got to pour that cup of water.
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Prompt: Suho/Jongin, Sehun or Kyungsoo (or all of them hehehehehehe) Victorian!AU please
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“How can I help you, Your Grace?"
"My current valet is ready for well-deserved retirement after serving three generations of my family." Joonmyun regretted letting him go, but it was also a fresh start, a new perspective on fashion and the possibility to mold someone to his needs. He'd inherited his father's valet, and also it seemed his father's habits like it or not. He had his own household, his own rules. He was a duke after all. "I hear you know of someone highly recommended."
"He's been well trained but not set in his ways," Minseok said. "Quiet. Yes, I think you'd suit."
There were no lads in his own employ that were suited to that type of work. Someone who would integrate well into his staff was ideal so he wouldn't have to hear of squabbles.
He had a new valet by week's end. Jongin.
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At first Jongin seemed to take a fold out of place as a personal offense, as though Joonmyun was going to chase him into the street with a broom. The way Joonmyun was presented was a reflection of Jongin.
“You’re a duke, you can’t-“
“I think being a duke, I can,” Joonmyun said, amused as Jongin tried to hold Joonmyun’s favorite jacket away from him. Something about the cut, the style. “I’ll bargain with you. Let me wear it tonight, and have another made that you think is better. Same fabric if you can.”
Jongin thought about the offer for a moment, nodding once, serious. “I’ll do that,” Jongin said, and it was a solemn vow.
He wondered what Jongin would’ve thought of the crowded ballrooms, and boring talk. He probably would’ve laughed at Joonmyun dancing, or the way he used every trick to get away from a mama who found him particularly eligible. He wasn’t a confirmed bachelor, but he wasn’t racing to any altar either. And he had Jongin waiting to help him undress, to listen to his complaints.
Sometimes he looked at Jongin, a couple of years his junior, and realized that Jongin could be the longest relationship he could ever have in his life. If Jongin stayed at his side, through years and life events, and style changes.
Jongin looked up as though he felt Joonmyun’s eyes on him, a querying little smile on his face.
“How about a game of chess?” Joonmyun asked, instead of revealing his thoughts.
Jongin agreed.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun and Suho - concubine
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“I would keep you on your knees all day if I could,” Kyuhyun said appreciatively.
And Joonmyun flushed, pleased. He kept himself slick in case Kyuhyun wanted, went eagerly to his knees to pleasure Kyuhyun with his mouth and hands. Maybe he had not been the most expensive of Kyuhyun’s concubines, the most trained, or most skilled, but he wanted. Some of the others saw Kyuhyun’s desire as a chore. But Joonmyun’s cock ached with it, even when he stumbled back down the hallway to his room unfulfilled. The emperor had found him pleasing. The emperor had come for him.
Even when Kyuhyun sent for two of them, and Joonmyun watched as Kyuhyun came in a different mouth, a different ass, it put desire in him. He knew it might be him the next time, and his touch or his mouth had still helped bring Kyuhyun to his end.
He liked it best when Kyuhyun pressed him back onto his bed, Joonmyun’s thighs wide around Kyuhyun’s hips and moaning as Kyuhyun fucked with eager abandon. Kyuhyun didn’t reprimand him when he clutched at Kyuhyun’s shoulders, or when he cried out when, most times, he came hard between their bellies. There was something like approval when Kyuhyun rolled off of him, and Joonmyun wiped him clean.
Those nights he walked from Kyuhyun’s rooms aching and satisfied, and hoping that Kyuhyun would sent for him again tomorrow.
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Prompt: laysoo first time sex where yixing is gentle and considerate at first but kyungsoo challenges him to up the pace and yixing showcases his expert thrusting skills and dancer's stamina, much to kyungsoo's enjoyment. smut
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By the time Yixing’s cock was fully buried in him, Kyungsoo was ready to go. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed Yixing sucking on him, or the pumping of his fingers inside of him. It had been more about Yixing being fascinated by his moans than about Kyungsoo needing to be stretched. Even still, he felt it when Yixing pressed in, and he liked that, liked knowing he was getting filled up. Yixing’s face went all focused, like he was absorbing the feeling of Kyungsoo around him into every brain cell. And Kyungsoo’s lungs were straining. Finally. Finally they were getting to it, not just the tease of Yixing’s fingers and tongue, but-
The interminable slow slide of Yixing’s cock. Kyungsoo gurgled, gripping the sheet. If he’d have had a mind to he could have measured Yixing’s cock down to the millimeter just by how slow and steady he withdrew and pushed back in. Yixing’s eyelids were half lowered, the barest hint of a smile on his lips as he worked in and out of Kyungsoo’s body. It made Kyungsoo’s cock twitch - in hope, in anticipation. Thicker, longer than Yixing’s fingers, but just as frustratingly slow.
“It feels good,” Kyungsoo got out, and Yixing met his eyes. It was like he was trying to tell Kyungsoo he was glad. But Kyungsoo also wasn’t going to break, and he was going to start grabbing Yixing’s hips and regulating the pace himself. “I’ve seen you move. I know you can go faster than this. Or can you?”
The sound Yixing made was amused as he braced himself on his elbows. And that Kyungsoo liked, parting his lips and kissing Yixing, flicking against his tongue in the pace he hoped their hips would take before his cock softened entirely. Maybe Yixing only liked slow and deliberate but surely he had to speed up to get off at some point, not just rocking slow until Kyungsoo was wheezing an hour later.
Their lips parted, wet, and Yixing’s grin went a bit wicked.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, and Kyungsoo complied, wondering, getting his arms around Yixing’s neck and shoulders for good measure. And he breathed in as Yixing said, “Hold on.”
Yixing pulled his cock back just as slowly and Kyungsoo groaned. Somehow they hadn’t understood each other. He didn’t need to be coddled, he needed to be-
“Fuck!” Kyungsoo exclaimed, Yixing’s cock ramming deep. He scrabbled with his legs, mouth gaping Yixing’s whole body seemed to undulate, his hips snapping, skin slapping together as Yixing did everything Kyungsoo asked and more. He was being fucked, moaning as his cock started stiffening against the frantic friction and pressure inside him. He grasped at Yixing’s back, moaning into his shoulder as the whole bed rocked beneath them. And he’d thought he couldn’t stand it slow, he couldn’t endure it hard and fast, Yixing like a machine taking him, adjusting his hips and making Kyungsoo moan louder as his whole body writhed and tightened.
“More, more, please,” he chanted into Yixing’s neck. He needed to come and Yixing was pushing him there. And when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer, Yixing moaned and found it in himself to fuck even faster. Kyungsoo wasn’t just moaning, he was a continuous moan, battered with pleasure as his heart raced and lungs seared.
“Ready?” Yixing asked, and Kyungsoo gurgled. Of course he would ask first, as though he wasn’t aware that Kyungsoo was about to come right apart under him.
“Uhhh,” was all he got out, biting into Yixing’s shoulder and wheezing as Yixing gripped his cock. Time seemed to stop. He felt everything so distinct, the press of Yixing’s cock, the squeezing slide of Yixing’s fingers, Yixing’s lips against his ear, Yixing moaning his name.
“Kyungsoo. Ah.”
Kyungsoo bucked as he came, eyes wide as his head slammed back but all he saw was a blur, his whole focus on coming in Yixing’s hand. He didn’t care how loud he was, and he got louder as Yixing fucked with the clear intent of not getting Kyungsoo off, but himself instead. It was too much, gasping as he was rocked, throbbing, , shuddering as the whole bed went still as Yixing slammed hard. And then again, a breath later, and again. And then stillness, just the sound of labored breathing and the drip of sweat and his own heart pounding in his ears.
His hips felt like they’d been laid in cement when Yixing pried out from between them, knees creaking and thighs protesting. Yixing wiped his face off on his discarded shirt, huffing as he pressed against Kyungoo’s side.
“How,” Kyungsoo wondered, poking a finger into Yixing’s cheek. All that slow consideration, and then…
And then.
Yixing’s dimple peeked, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help tilting his head for a kiss.
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Prompt: uhm uhm, mpreg jongin with EXO trying to figure out which of them are the dad? Heehee
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They compared schedules. There was an estimated date, of course, and that was great except for the part where it wasn’t guaranteed, and there was wiggle room based on a lot of things. Who’d been in town. Who hadn’t been. Who’d been on the schedule.
Not that things never happened outside of the schedule, but at least they had a place to start from.
Jongin wasn’t any help, really. When people asked who he thought it was, he squinted at them and there was the devil in his eyes warning them. Like he could tell. By the second month they had it mostly whittled down to three main possibilities. Joonmyun, or Lu Han, or Chanyeol.
Jongin gave equally unimpressed looks whenever someone got curious and asked who he hoped it would be. It wasn’t like it didn’t matter, but in a way it didn’t, either. Joonmyun pressed kisses to Jongin’s hands and promised they’d all be there for him. Lu Han spent long afternoons rubbing his back and napping with him. Chanyeol stroked his belly and brought him food and teased smiles from him when he was tired.
If it had been any of them, it wouldn’t have mattered, because they all loved him and each other. And no matter what, they would all be together.
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Prompt: Something humorous with Chanyeol as a phoenix or a human with phoenix-like characteristics and Suho always dumping a bucket of water over him when he bursts into flame (Suho does it out of love. He just doesn't really know how phoenixes work ^^;; )
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There was a certain amount of rebirth to it, because the fire was cleansing. He didn’t do the whole traditional thing, collapse into a pile of ashes. In most instances he was actually more like a snake, just shedding an outer layer through fire and continuing on. That was how he’d lasted as long as he had.
The first time Joonmyun had seen him burst into fames, he’d been horrified. There hadn’t been anything to throw at him, nothing but Joonmyun trying to reach for him, trying to get him to drop and roll. Chanyeol stayed out of Joonmyun’s reach, not wanting to hurt him, not even knowing if he could hurt him.
And the second time, Chanyeol got a face-full of water.
“You really don’t have to,” Chanyeol said, all damp and wilting. Sure, maybe his clothes burned away but he was fine, wasn’t he? He made sure it didn’t happen in public, especially after that one time-
They didn’t talk about that one time.
But Joonmyun, no matter how many times that Chanyeol assured him, didn’t grasp that Chanyeol was okay. Or he’d be okay. It was like growing pains, and the water didn’t do anything to stop it or slow it anyway.
It was a refreshing shower! In the middle of burning up.
Joonmyun always looked so apologetic, but that first time when Joonmyun touched his flushed cheek after he’d finished burning, he knew it would always be okay.
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Prompt: uhm, jongin brings all the boys to the yard? (or the fic where he's a kitten that all the EXO puppies are attracted to) thank you in advanced~
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All of them, to a one, knew what it meant when Jongin’s ears went back. It wasn’t like Jongin had claws, but he could punch or kick or jump on them. Of course, some of them were more prone to being on the receiving end of that than others, namely Chanyeol. And Jongdae. And Sehun. And actually, mostly all of them. It was cute, when Jongin purred, when he was in a cuddly mood instead of an ignoring one. They didn’t get that about Jongin, with their wagging tails and intense urge to nap in a pile of other dogs. Some did, like Kyungsoo, who enjoyed curling in corners, or those who liked to dream without a big snoring, kicking mess. They liked sleeping with Jongin, though. He smelled good, he felt good, curling around them and purring in a way that sent shivers of pleasure down their backs. Joonmyun’s touch was gentle, Lu Han’s exploring. Jongin decided when, where, how long, and they had to accept it or have one angry kitten. Though they still asked, and if Jongin was amenable, he accepted, wrapping his arms around different necks and letting out different timbres of purrs. When they whimpered in joy, it made him smile.
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Prompt: hi! do you mind if I asked for more antics from cat!jongin and puppies!exo? :)
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The thing that was most confusing to them as a whole was how Jongin seemed to own everything, even things not explicitly his. If he had it in hand, or he was on it, he owned it. If one of them held it and Jongin took it, it was his. This had happened with combs, chairs, chicken legs, usually leaving the one stolen from perplexed and uneasy but unable to really do anything about it.
It also extended to beds, because while most of the beds were the same, there were differences. New blankets, different pillows, how recently the sheets had been washed. Also if it was warm, or vacant. Jongdae went up to his bed once to find Jongin sprawled over his bed, and trying to prod Jongin over had ended up with grumbles and swipes, and Jongdae sleeping on Jongin’s bed instead. Chanyeol had the gift of Jongin’s presence, too, though he was allowed to stay - on his own bed. As long as he wasn’t loud, or didn’t move too much. Joonmyun learned that lesson when he rolled over and met Jongin’s narrowed eyes.
“He’s like Goldilocks,” Sehun murmured.
“He just likes feeling close to us,” was Zitao’s explanation. Which kind of made sense. Kind of. Sehun was still bitter about being kicked out of bed in the middle of the night that one time. And then he’d woken up on the couch only to find Jongin asleep on Yixing’s bed with his head tucked under his chin, purring.
But the half night had been nice, he guessed.
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Prompt: uh! do you mind if I asked for a Harry potter au for EXO? pairing lukai or chenkai?
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Jongdae was thoroughly bored, letting his wand spin in his palm like an endless second hand of a clock, or a runaway sundial. He was hoping it was going to point out something interesting among the shelves, like a hissing book or a cage with a reviving animal, but no, it just kept spinning. He’d read all the books in the shop, all of the ones waiting for new owners. They weren’t school books or required reading, just ones that had fallen out of favor or whose owners had died. The rest of the junk was…well, junk. Jongdae blew the dust off of a pegged beetle which immediately moaned at him.
“Oh, shut up,” Jongdae muttered.
And he nearly slammed his head into the shelf full of broken crystals when the floor under his feet shuddered like something heavy ad fallen onto it.
That was distinctly not normal. The bell that sounded like a a cross between a foghorn and a violin hadn’t gone off, so no one had entered the shop. Jongdae’s wand wasn’t spinning any more, clutched in his hand as he crept around the largest of the shelves, the one with fossils and-
All Jongdae could see were legs, legs covered in pants, but legs, and the rest of the body flailing under blue robes. There was also cursing going on.
“Who are you?” Jongdae demanded, wand at the ready. “How did you get in here.”
The robe flipped back, the man finally discovering the edge of it, revealing startled face with dark hair hanging into his eyes.
“Where-“ He winced as Jongdae brandished his wand. “Kim Jongin. It must have been a portkey!”
Jongin started searching around under him and Jongin barked, “Stop!”
He didn’t want Jongin to emerge with a wand and it to turn into a fight. He was proprietor of the shop, not a dueling master.
“A portkey for what? Why would it have brought you to my shop,” Jongdae asked. No one was allowed to apparate into the shop. It begged thieves, and there was no fireplace. At least Jongin’s story made sense, but it still didn’t tell Jongdae how, why. Anything. He had a suspicion Jongin knew just as little, he’d have betted his measly pile of gold on it.
“Ah,” Jongin said, standing slowly under Jongdae’s watchful eye. “Valerian’s. I’ve heard of this place, but I’ve never been. You must be Kim Jongdae, the new proprietor?”
New. He’d owned it two years. The man before him had apparently run it for decades, and Jongdae had received a notice on his death declaring him to be the new owner. He’d give up his position working with his father to investigate. The man hadn’t been a relative. He’d just chosen Jongdae, for some reason. It had been intriguing. He hadn’t had any reason to refuse.
“I work for the ministry, researching portkeys,” Jongin continued, touching a shelf absently. “Your wares move themselves around by themselves?”
It was an old building. There were always quirks.
“Something brought you here?”
“I-“ Jongin took a step forward, and froze when the floor screeched under him. “Does it always do that?”
No. No, it didn’t.
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Prompt: I was wondering if you'd do a how Chen met Kai for the dom/sub au?? :)
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People didn’t walk around displaying likes and dislikes on their sleeves. It was fluid, mostly, ranging between days ad people. First, was the getting to know each other. After that, endless possibilities. Jongin remembered laughing, that night, people straggling in and out of different friend groups and circles. Someone snagged his wrist, Lu Han, he thought, and said, “Oh, have you met Jongdae?”
He didn’t read right then that he would willingly submit for Jongdae. He didn’t know that he would trust him. All he saw was a glint of curiosity hid in a bright smile.
“Nice to meet you,” Jongdae said, and Jongin jerked into a hasty bow.
It was a puzzle, working out who knew who, how, how long, from where. He stood in the little circle created by Lu Han and Jongdae, listening.
Jongdae laughed, reaching out and gripping Jongin’s arm, free, as Jongin laughed with him.
“Ah, Minseok!” Lu Han called, and almost disappeared from beside them.
“He does that,” Jongin said.
“I’ve noticed,” Jongdae said, his voice sly.
“It’s like figuring out a family tree,” Jongin said, watching several people mill about that he’d never seen before. It moved them back, moved Jongdae against his side. He relaxed into Jongdae’s hand against his lower back.
“What do you all day?” Jongin asked, trying to be funny, and waited, interested, in what Jongdae had to say.
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Prompt: Jongin is Joonmyun's cat hybrid (and, surprisingly, pregnant with Joonmyun's twins) <3
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One could be considered a surprise. And one baby certainly had been, handing Jongin a cool wash cloth after he’d thrown up for the third…fifth time? It was strange to see Jongin eat, since Jongin was usually the one bossing Joonmyun around, except in certain situations like when Joonmyun had to drag Jongin to bed. Not for bed activities, but for sleep. Getting him out of bed was equally as difficult. But when Jongin gave a low groan and pressed his ear against Joonmyun’s chest, he knew Jongin was miserable and in need of comfort. The pregnancy test had been just the beginning of the iceberg, really. Joonmyun cooked anything Jongin could stomach, stroking Jongin’s tail in a way that always made him smile. Jongin turned his face up for kisses, nuzzling in and resting confused hands on his belly.
“This wasn’t supposed to be possible,” Jongin said, unsure.
“That’s what they told us, I know,” Joonmyun agreed, fitting his fingers between Jongin’s.
They’d be there, together, though all of it. He knew that Jongin knew that. Still it was a huge thing to wrap their minds around.
They’d probably be able to see the heartbeat, as far as Jongin was along, the doctor had told them. Almost two months. Two months. Joonmyun sat beside the bed Jongin rested on, not sure his legs would hold him if he were standing once the baby was on the screen. He held Jongin’s hand against his mouth, pressing kisses against the back of it as they waited for the doctor to situated himself. He was a cat, just like Jongin, a fact that Joonmyun had chosen him for, for Jongin’s comfort.
There was a little searching, a little moving of the wand as the doctor searched for visual proof. First one little dark circle, and another appeared. His hand grew tighter on Jongin’s hand as the doctor laughed.
“Ah, there’s your baby. Both of them. Congratulations, Papas.”
Jongin held up two fingers, mouthing “two” at the doctor as the doctor nodded. And then Jongin turned to Joonmyun, his eyes huge.
“Two?”
Joonmyun couldn’t even feel his legs, pushing himself up and half falling into Jongin’s chest as they laughed. Mostly because they weren’t sure how else to react. Two babies.
“Will they have ears?” Joonmyun blurted, half choked by Jongin’s arm and shirt.
“Some do, some don’t, depending on which traits are inherited,” the doctor said. “Some are born with a tail and no ears, or the reverse. It’s an exciting thing.”
Or terrifying.
The doctor gave them a minute, for Jongin to get dressed, and for them to compose themselves.
“Two,” Jongin said again, and they hugged each other tighter.
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Prompt: Can you write a cute thing where Sehun is attracted to his Chinese Lang TA (Yifan- who has a boyfriend so nice SH CAN'T hate him (YX helps with homework!)) and is totally oblivious to Tao's hopeless crush on him? ("Your Chinese is terrible." "Yea? Well so is your face.")
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The only thing worse than the guy he really liked dating was not finding out that the guy was dating until after Sehun had sunk into the swamp of admiration. It wasn’t even a recent thing, not like Sehun had missed out on ~the opportunity~ by a few days or a missed conversation. But no, he’d been more than a year late, and that sucked. Maybe if he’d known before, he could’ve kept more of a realistic lid on things and not imaged making a move or being asked out, or…
No, he was deluding himself, because he’d probably have still hoped somehow. He imagined Yifan looking at him all, “Oh Sehun, you are my best student, let me worship you while buying you bubble tea.”
It made sense in his head.
Of course, that was when he realized who Yifan was dating, the little fuzzy ball of sunshine who came in after class and just wandered between desks pointing out flaws and sounding out words for people with increasingly bizarre faces. Yixing, who could be begged to for homework help and general niceness. Sehun figured out who Yifan was dating when Yixing leaned on Yifan’s desk, and they shared a smile. The hand on Yixing’s thigh Sehun argued away, but the finger Yixing poked into Yifan’s cheek was more difficult.
There was the irrational “but if he wasn’t dating someone so nice, maybe…” and then the follow-up disgust for wishing that upon anyone.
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“Are they teaching you how to write with your left hand?” Tao asked, his tone completely incredulous as he looked over Sehun’s practice writing.
“Shut up,” Sehun groaned. “My TA always writes nice notes on my homework.”
His TA might have had worse handwriting, so Sehun thought they were nice notes anyway.
“But why?”
“Because he’s nice, that’s why.” And tall, and good-looking, and very taken.
“This grammar is awful! Babies speak better. This is so bad.”
“Yeah? Well, so is your face.”
Tao just sniffed at him, using an ugly red marker to circle things and re-write characters. Okay, it was a nice enough face. He eyed Tao’s earrings with interest, of much more importance than his practice that Tao was marking all to hell.
And he fell asleep, not even trying to keep himself from it. Though Tao rudely interrupted that, too, tapping his cheekbone and speaking at him in soft Mandarin.
“Are you cursing me out?” Sehun groaned, biting at Tao’s finger.
“No,” Tao laughed. “Your Mandarin is really terrible.”
“Yeah, well. I’ll run away with my TA and he can teach me. He does better than you.” He only just caught caught Tao’s frown as he turned away. “Hey, what! It’d get me out of your hair.”
Tao muttered something, and that definitely sounded like he was being cursed at.
***
“I should start dating someone else, so I stop obsessing about him,” Sehun muttered. It sucked, bad. Tao could be relied on for those kinds of things, and he’d already groaned a dozen times, every time Sehun brought Yifan up. Sehun brightened. “Hey, do you know someone who’s single and would be into this?”
Sehun gestured to his body, and Tao followed with his eyes, his mouth twisting into a scowl.
“Why are you so stupid?”
“What! There’s got to be someone out there who finds me hot. So seriously, where are you hiding all of your hot friends,” Sehun said, and started aggressively poking Tao’s side until he stood, half groaning, half laughing. Sehun just stood and kept following. “No seriously, I’ll share, too. I know guys who’d be into your pretty face.”
Tao stopped trying to push him back at that, eyebrows lowered. “You think my face is pretty?”
“Someone would,” Sehun amended. “Yeah, it’s pretty. Anyone would think so.”
Tao muttered something unintelligible, ramming his fist into Sehun’s chest.
“Hey, speak up. What kind of guy do you want? I’ll make it happen.”
“Stupid,” Tao muttered again, and Sehun laughed.
“Why would you want to date someone…”
His voice trailed off, realizing that Tao’s eyes were focused on his mouth and his face and ears had flushed red like he was embarrassed by something. It wasn’t like he actually wanted to date someone stupid, someone like…
Like him?
“Zitao,” Sehun said, and when Tao’s eyes lifted, he got that weird floppy feeling that was something like hope or realization, mixed with sickness because he didn’t want to be wrong again. He didn’t want to let himself imagine, only to… to…
What Tao said, it was in Mandarin, and though blood was roaring in his ears, he understood. Maybe not the words, but what it meant.
Sehun’s eyes drifted closed, such an awkward little sound leaving him as Tao’s lips brushed his. He let his mouth firm, wanting to feel all of Tao’s pretty lips against him, bracing himself as Tao’s arm went around him, leaning into him. A hot guy who was into him. His friend. His best friend. His stomach flopped and he gasped, groaning as Tao’s teeth nipped sharply against his upper lip and soothed almost in the same heartbeat. Sehun reached too, not willing to let Tao move away since he finally had control of his limbs again. He could breathe again, too, feeling starting to flood into his cheeks, his neck.
“Why would I want to date someone who insults me all the time?” Sehun asked, his fingers curling around Tao’s neck in complete opposition to his words.
“You’re so stupid,” Tao muttered, but it sounded oddly like praise, and Sehun kissed him again.
***
Prompt: I recently read your Sukai hospital!AU called Resident Behaviour and I loved it so so much that it left me wanting (and crying happy tears) for more. I was wondering whether you could write another hospital! AU fic based on Chanyeol and Baekhyun? Or Sehun and Luhan? Thank you so much! <3 <3
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“I’m going to be a surgeon,” was Chanyeol’s first real pronouncement of what he wanted to be when he grew up. At least, after fighter pilot and dinosaur wrangler. He’d been standing at his grandfather’s bedside, smiling after successful surgery, and thought it absolutely cool that there were doctors who got to see people’s insides and make them better. Of course, as he grew older he realized there wasn’t always something that could be done, and some surgeries were stopgaps and not fixes, but the fascination remained. It wasn’t as though his family complained about him wanting to be a doctor, though he suspected his mother would’ve liked if he’d gone into family medicine or something instead. Life at a teaching hospital was difficult when he finally got to surgery. Some couldn’t stand it, moving on to obstetrics or something else. His hand was steady on the scalpel, he got to glue wounds together, or make tiny stitches. He’d learned so much, learned so much each and every time he watched a surgery or got involved.
Chanyeol looked up through his visor at Baekhyun, or Dr. Byun as he liked to say with a sneer until Baekhyun elbowed him. They’d scrubbed in together, standing by in anxious wonder at a kidney transplant. Not just taking something out, but putting something in. A true life-saving event, in that if it failed, there were only so many things to be done. Dialysis. Searching again. Precious, fragile life.
He got water splattered on his glasses as he washed up after, almost shaking with the strain, the excitement, the success. He felt invincible and he’d been involved so slightly. He hadn’t lost anyone yet, hadn’t watched anyone die, though there had been a couple of close calls.
“I think that deserves a drink,” Chanyeol said, cleaning his glasses as Baekhyun finished changing out of his scrubs. “Hey, I’ll even buy you one.”
“I’m so flattered,” Baekhyun intoned.
“You should be.”
There was a token protest when Chanyeol threw his arm over Baekhyun’s shoulders, but he thought they both deserved the down time. There’d be more stress, always more stress, but having someone to share it with made it a little better.
“How are you going to pay me back?” Chanyeol asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Baekhyun’s smile promised many things.
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Prompt: jongin gets off on giving blowjobs? ^^ smut
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Jongin liked it wet, but not too wet, because he liked the tug of skin against his lips, or to press back the skin, it didn’t matter. Cut or uncut, thin or long or average, it didn’t matter. He liked them clean, liked to trace veins and suck silky, sensitive tips. He liked to suck until they were leaking against his tongue, until they were throbbing and desperate to let go.
Jongin always liked the one he sucked then more than the last one.
Oh, he liked receiving, too, something calming about it, but as soon as he crawled between someone’s legs or got on his knees, his cock started rising in anticipation. “Your mouth is made for this,” he’d heard more than once, and he cultivated that. He knew how to let his lips roll slow, enveloping, the heat of his breath and cupping wet of his tongue.
Long fingers buried themselves in his hair, and he allowed those hands to hold him, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard as the cock withdrew only to thrust back deep and do it all over again. His cock throbbed as he gripped the sturdy hips and let his mouth be used a little longer. He loved that cock, loved that it filled his mouth with some to spare, loved the moans, loved the stretch of it. And he gripped it, slowed the thrusts so that he could work his own kind of magic. He plunged his mouth down the length of it, pulled his mouth back how quickly he wanted. He lingered at the swollen head and teased with his circling tongue as he stoked lust with his moving hand.
“Jongin,” was moaned, as he nearly choked forcing his mouth further. He tried to swallow, and moaned himself at the urgent gush against the back of his mouth. Close. He wanted another hour to enjoy it but the hands holding his head wouldn’t let him have that luxury.
Apparently he’d done too well.
So he sucked and he stroked and lavished with eagerness. His mouth was full of urgently pressing cock, and Jongin barely gripped his own before he coming, moaning around the cock his mouth and waiting for the first shot of come. It made him shudder, his orgasm lingering as he swallowed and sucked for more.
“Jongin. Jongin.”
His lips felt swollen, hot and tender as he pulled away, and they were both gasping for breath as he looked up.
“When can we do that again?”
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Prompt: suho/xiumin where they're each other's support and cuddle buddies.
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Joonmyun had a very peculiar way of letting Minseok know that he needed something, sometimes by rocking back and forth with his feet just in Minseok’s view, or clearing his throat a couple of times. It had Minseok looking up, seeing the tentative smile that very clearly asked if he was busy or if Joonmyun was interrupting.
Minseok was a bit more straightforward, poking into Joonmyun’s shoulder or tickling his neck. Sometimes all they had to do was sit beside each other and talk, quiet, when the times were available for it. Sometimes Joonmyun just sat and leaned into his shoulder, silent, like he was drawing up words of wisdom by osmosis. There was always an arm to slide under, a shoulder to nudge, a warm body to absorb.
“Sorry you had to-“ Minseok started, and Joonmyun shook his head, sighing the sigh of someone who sounded very old but really wasn’t.
Of course, he sighed it into Minseok’s neck, which tickled, and he shivered a bit and hauled Joonmyun a bit closer.
“Scoot over,” Minseok said, and Joonmyun didn’t even grunt before doing so like he was used to having his bed invaded. Minseok got his head kind of awkwardly on Joonmyun’s chest, halfway between his chest and the gurgle of his stomach.
“Your stomach sounds like a tiger,” Minseok said, a bit awed.
At least until Joonmyun gasped with laughter and tried to smother Minseok with his pillow.
And they even managed a little more sleep.
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Prompt: suho/luhan; suho is struck by luhan's beauty.
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It wasn’t just at certain angles, but it was at most angles. And in most lights, really, even when Lu Han was trying to make himself look like a demon instead of just acting like one. He liked to sneak up behind Joonmyun like that, and still all Joonmyun could see was the shape of his face and the curve of his lips. Sometimes he was glad that Lu Han laughed like he did, not caring for form, for looks, taken by the moment and lifted by it. Sometimes Lu Han saw a picture of him like that and snorted, eyeballing Joonmyun.
And Joonmyun found those beautiful too. Lu Han made fun of him for it, too, which didn’t make any sense. Maybe if he’d been making fun of Lu Han, sure, and it wasn’t like he pretended that was Lu Han’s best look - though critiquing how someone looked while laughing seemed a little bit evil.
Joonmyun remembered the first time he’d seen Lu Han, and there hadn’t been any sun sparkle, any angelic glow. His hair had been dark, a little messy, his lips parted as he grinned and he turned.
But he wasn’t turning to Joonmyun, he was turning away, and Joonmyun found himself inhaling, stepping forward. Someone had called Joonmyun’s name, and Lu Han’s head had turned, curious. Joonmyun never forgot that smile.
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Prompt: minseok is diligently writing up his world cup opinions and speculations while chanyeol keeps pestering him for attention (sex, cuddles, kisses, etc)
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Minseok had done excellently at the half, writing up his opinions, celebrating an awesome goal, getting down every single emotion and wondering of what the next 45 minutes would bring. Defense was going to be key, as always, but they couldn’t be sluggish about scoring either. And they couldn’t just give away empty penalties and open it up to scoring. He’d been right, of course, trying to temper his smugness as he wrote up his post-game report. He’d get a lot of groans and eye rolls even so, but he was-
“Hey.”
Minseok turned his head, mouth instinctively going soft as Chanyeol kissed him.
“Hey,” he said, and then thought it was kind of obvious what he was doing.
At least, he thought it was obvious until Chanyeol kissed his neck. It was good and. Okay, right there was really good, but it was harder to keep his mind focused on… focused on…
An involuntary sound escaped as Chanyeol nibbled his earlobe, and there was nothing except innocence and sparkles as he turned his head to glare.
“I just needed to finish this,” Minseok complained, and flopped helplessly against Chanyeol’s side.
But that didn’t keep him from tangling his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss.
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Prompt: Can you please, if you may write a female BFF!Sekai not-really-fighting over Junmyeon? ....Please O:)
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Most of it was unspoken, and, mostly, entirely genial. Given the random layouts and people at gatherings, no one paid attention to Sehun with her hand on Joonmyun’s arm, chatting easily off to the side as antics were spinning elsewhere - only for Jongin to appear and slip unceremoniously and none-too-gently into Sehun’s lap.
Joonmyun, to his credit, never blinked. He just treated it like another person had entered the conversation and wasn’t having an elbow-to-ribs battle in front of him.
Though he had to have at least gotten the message, somehow, when, say, Jongin invited him out on a cute and friendly bubble tea date only for Sehun to appear five minutes into it. He’d probably only ever seen it as an outing, not two-people-only, so there were no gentle “this time was meant for Jongin” like he was portioning his presence out.
Sehun smirked around her straw and Jongin possibly dug her heel into Sehun’s sneaker.
Surely Joonmyun noticed that, that wherever one was, the other somehow showed up. They each took an arm, and he basked in it and making them laugh. It was the friendliest kind of competition, the kind that had gossip and dreams being traded when they were alone. Though sometimes they lost sight of the end goal, if there even was an end goal, when it was that fun being together.
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Prompt: "Jongdae loves to rub the sensitive spot right at the tip of Junmyeon's clit that makes her thighs jerk." smut
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It didn’t matter where she was, what position she was in, dressed or undressed. Her breathing gave it away, maybe not at first but tiny hitches at each swirl of his fingertip. What was better than watching Junmyeon’s thighs involuntarily spread, jerking as though trying to decide whether to catch his hand to pause him or encourage him for more. Junmyeon went stiff, moaning against kisses to her neck, moaning involuntarily as he touched her. She didn’t moan “Jongdae” as she usually did, moans against lips, when he pinned down or slid against her in the shower.
He liked her in his lap the most, because he could see all of her, the way her breasts trembled, the way her legs danced as he rubbed her clit. She was a mass of feeling, writhing against him, moments away from begging him for more, body caught between gasps and her hips twisting, trying to urge him just so. Just like that.
It reminded him of when they’d first been dating, touches through cloth that left her gasping against him, laughing, embarrassed, thrilled.
Maybe he loved covering her on the edge of the bed and feeling her squeeze him as he rubbed her clit, but getting to focus only on her-
She inhaled sharply, her hips lifting, body poised, and Jongdae played her clit so sweetly, so nice, keeping her so close, almost. Tears rolled down her cheeks before her body gave in, gave in to him, and Junmyeon’s breathless cry as she arched and came made him pulse in his pants. Her thighs squeezed his hand tight and he did nothing but cup her, letting the orgasm gentle out. He couldn’t help but be pleased at how he’d pleased her, and his lips curled at the joke.
“How do you get better at that,” she muttered, cuddling into his surrounding arm.
Well, practice. And the fact that she wanted him. Getting to hold her was its own reward.
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Prompt: Could you write me a little ChanTao in which Tao goes on a journey to improve his martial arts and accidentally rescues a local fire god (Chanyeol) who then keeps following him, saying he's indebted to Tao? And at first Tao tries to get rid of him but then they become friends (and more) :3
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It had been an accident! On the behalf of the woman who overturned a pot of boiling water, and on Tao’s part for yanking back the man staring intently at the fire. The water had gone harmlessly by, but the man had looked at Tao like he had saved him from a fate worse than death.
Apparently he had, if the way Chanyeol sang as he followed Tao was any indication. Sometimes he sounded almost intoxicated, wrapping his arm around Tao’s neck and warbling about pretty girls and pretty fires.
“I probably won’t be there to save you again,” Tao said, trying to get Chanyeol’s arm off of him. He was warm, to be expected from a fire god. Not that Tao had believed him until he’d set one of Tao’s blankets on fire just by looking at it. At least Chanyeol had gotten him a new one.
“You saved my life and I’m in your debt,” Chanyeol said.
Tao wished Chanyeol could be in his debt elsewhere. Though the ease of lighting a fire at night was nice, and the food never burned.
“Why are you human-shaped?” Tao asked, poking at Chanyeol’s leg.
“Wouldn’t it be strange trying to travel as a fire?” Chanyeol asked, laughing. “People would keep putting me out. Besides, just because I control fire doesn’t mean I have to look like it.”
It made sense. Sort of. Chanyeol watched and critiqued him as he practiced, holding up leaves with teasing grins and keeping him company as darkness fell and loneliness would have encompassed him once. He’d thought he’d needed that, to get stronger, but with Chanyeol goaded him, sometimes he found new strength in himself.
But he found himself flinching when Chanyeol looked at him too hard, face heating dangerously to the point he thought he would burst into flames like the dry sticks did.
“Please don’t set me on fire,” he muttered, eyes closing hard.
“I wouldn’t,” Chanyeol said, and the touch to his face was so soft he nearly shivered.
“Have you set people on fire before?” Tao wondered. Chanyeol’s silence spoke for him. Apparently yes. “Why not me, then? Because you’re indebted to me?”
All Chanyeol did was breathe, but that was not another yes, not like the other as he stroked Tao’s cheek with his thumb.
It was not heat made from fire, he realized, as he leaned his face into Chanyeol’s hand and at last met Chanyeol’s eyes. That Chanyeol stayed was not because of his debt.
It wasn’t why Tao wanted him to stay either.
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Prompt: kyungsoo/junmyeon where one of them is a maid for a day
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There was that one breathless, anticipatory moment when Joonmyun imagined that he could get Kyungsoo to wear a maid outfit. It would be so cute. A sweet little cap. Ruffled skirt. Cute little puffed sleeves. He’d gotten the whole mental image, really absorbed it, too, when Kyungsoo had rudely burst his bubble.
“You lost the bet,” Kyungsoo reminded him, with an unholy amount of glee. Maybe Kyungsoo wasn’t grinning at him and lording it over him, but there was a glint in his eyes that Joonmyun knew.
“You’re not actually going to make me dress-“
Kyungsoo smirked, and Joonmyun knew he was sunk. Sure, maybe he’d imagined having Kyungsoo do that but it was different when it was him.
There was nothing but air between his thighs. The sleeves were tight and kind of scratchy. Kyungsoo was satisfied at the shirt and skirt, thankfully. Joonmyun didn’t even want to think about putting lace in his hair.
“You can do the dishes and then bring me a drink?” Kyungsoo suggested.
Joonmyun sniffed at him, and the ruffles flounced for him as he turned back toward the kitchen. He thought maybe Kyungsoo would want to see his humiliation, but no, Joonmyun scrubbed the dishes and listened to Kyungsoo watching TV.
“Your drink, sir,” Joonmyun said, tapping his bare toes on the rug as he waited for Kyungsoo to look up. Joonmyun held to his thought that Kyungsoo would’ve looked cute instead. Still, Kyungsoo patted the seat next to him and Joonmyun sat.
“That was good,” Kyungsoo said, and laughed as Joonmyun hummed at him in dissatisfaction.
“Does it at least look cute?”
Kyungsoo paused as though he was actually thinking about it until Joonmyun punched his arm. He grinned and pulled a mostly-willing Joonmyun into his side. He was going to offer to feed Kyungsoo grapes as a tease, but Kyungsoo seemed content to share his drink with Joonmyun. At least for right then, anyway.
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Prompt: Luhan spends too much time with Minseok and even forgets his dates with Sehun to watch soccer. Sehun wants to break up, but happy HunHan ending please :)
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“Hey, where are you at?” Sehun texted. It was ten minutes after, not unusual a time but it bore checking since Lu Han was generally more prompt than that.
He waited another ten minutes, thinking maybe Lu Han was on the train and didn’t hear the text. It happened. Another five, and he was dialing when he got a text in response.
“With Minseok watching soccer!! Call you after”
And that was that. No end punctuation. No apology. No indication that Lu Han had completely forgotten their date. It wasn’t like it was some important landmark date or something, but they’d talked the day before about where they wanted to eat, even.
He liked soccer, too. If Lu Han had wanted to do that instead, he could’ve just asked him over. It was like he was dating Minseok and the large TV instead of him. He treated himself to tea and had his own date. That’s show Lu Han. Maybe.
“Hey, we were going for burgers tonight, right?” Lu Han said, breathless when he answered the phone.
“That was last night,” Sehun said.
And there was silence on the other end of the line, Lu Han thinking.
“Really? I- That’s why you texted me? I’m sorry!”
Sehun opened his mouth to say it was okay, it happened, when Lu Han started having a muffled conversation with someone else, and then the sound of a door closing.
“Sorry, just leaving Minseok’s.”
“Oh, you stayed over?”
“Yeah, game went a little long. It was so good though!”
“I know, I watched part of it,” Sehun said, and wondered if Lu Han would even pick up on that.
“That’s awesome. Hey, I’ll text you when I get out of work okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
He saw his friends without Lu Han attached to his elbow, so it wasn’t like he was being irrational and thinking that Lu Han couldn’t see Minseok alone. And he didn’t think Lu Han was interested in dating Minseok. It was just, when Lu Han forgot about Sehun, it seemed like he and Minseok just got carried away in their own bubble.
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“Hey, sorry again about last night,” Lu Han said, slipping his arm around Sehun’s back and walking with him toward the restaurant.
Sehun hummed because he couldn’t say it was all right, but he wasn’t exactly angry, either. He was just…
“Do you want to keep dating?” he asked, keeping his head angled a bit so Lu Han could only see his profile. It was a bit cowardly.
“What?” Lu Han asked.
“I don’t know. I just thought you… Maybe. I don’t know.”
Maybe Lu Han could use more time, not having someone hanging off his arm and interrupting his days, or- It didn’t really make sense but he seized on it. He didn’t want Lu Han to take him up on it, was the problem. Offering was stupid when he wanted the answer to be no, and Lu Han could think he wanted to break up. Which, maybe, if Lu Han didn’t want him…?
“Sehun, no.”
Just hearing the word made him shudder a bit, turning into Lu Han and hugging him tight. He listened to Lu Han’s apology and explained it wasn’t just that. Love didn’t always make sense. But Lu Han’s laugh of relief as they hugged, Sehun took it all.
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Prompt: do you mind writing an outside pov of jongin's love relationship with minseok or chanyeol? :3
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It was cute watching them together, but it also a bit wistful. Sometimes Jongin leaned down to whisper a joke to Minseok, eyes lit waiting for the reaction, the smile, the laugh. Minseok didn’t dote on him, not really, but at gatherings or dinners, he’d sidle up at Jongin’s side and put his hand on Jongin’s shoulder. It was some kind of unspoken connection, Jongin leaning in most times or putting his arm around Minseok’s legs. Everyone laughed, though, when Minseok slid into Jongin’s lap and Jongin pretended to try and boot him out.
It wasn’t like it had always been that way. Jongin had almost seemed disinterested, except that his actions said a lot of louder things. He could be so direct, but also so stubborn at the same time. It wasn’t like Minseok just planted himself in front of Jongin and asked for a kiss, but it had almost been like that. It seemed like everyone else knew first, the way they would hole up together in the corner and talk to each other, sharing things on their phones and looking at each other when the other didn’t know.
But they greeted each other, sometimes with hugs or subtle kisses, Jongin carrying Minseok’s coat away so they could get comfortable and visit. One day, he wanted something like that, what they had.
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Prompt: shy boy jongin sukai smut please? smut
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It had taken him so long to figure out that Jongin wanted him. It had been a puzzle, Jongin staying close, and Joonmyun hadn’t been able to figure out why. It hadn’t felt like a friendly thing, and Joonmyun had been oblivious to the want. Not his own, though. He was the one who figured it out, though, the one who caught Jongin’s eyes on the off chance.
He was the one who got on his knees and felt Jongin jerk and moan for all of two minutes before he came in Joonmyun’s mouth. Joonmyun was so delighted with himself, that he’d seen it, that he’d reached for it - Jongin, someone who’d been popping up in his fantasies for a couple of months.
And when he asked Jongin what he wanted, Jongin shook his head and tried to kiss him again and Joonmyun took it at face value. Jongin let himself be pinned to the bed, wrapped his legs around Joonmyun’s hips and moaned for him like he was set alight from the pleasure of Joonmyun stroking inside him. Jongin met his eyes and moaned his name and Joonmyun nearly came before him. But he held out, barely, lifting Jongin’s hips and reveling in his moans,until he collapsed on him, sweaty, exhausted.
He hadn’t been sure how long it would last, when they started, like they were just working the want out to move on. When Jongin started sleeping over, he never really stopped.
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Prompt: uh, could I ask for a fic where puppy boy jongin is more like a cat than his cat boy lover tao who's more like a dog?
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Jongin was no fan of baths while Tao could luxuriate in them for an hour or more, until his fingers were all pruney and his tail fluffed up like a weed. Tao teased him for it constantly, his tail thrashing like he was wagging it, which Jongin wasn’t sure if he did on purpose or not. Maybe he thought he was a dog, like he’d become one just by being around Jongin. Jongin liked napping in warm places, and Tao could sprawl anywhere, grunting and rolling over when Jongin tried to move him out of his place.
“You two are weird,” Kyungsoo said one day, his ear twitching as he looked between them. “It’s like you swapped identities.”
Jongin just stared, but Tao was immediately offended, yelping and standing to his feet.
“What! I’m still me! I’m not a dog!”
“Why do you say it like that when you’re sleeping with one?” Jongin asked, tweaking Tao’s thrashing tail.
Tao pouted down at him, whining as he got his shoulder under Jongin’s arm.
“That’s different.”
Jongin gently butted his head up against Tao’s to let him know he was forgiven, nearly purring when Tao stroked his belly. Maybe he could see what Kyungsoo meant. A little bit anyway.
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Prompt: Can you write a thing about Kyungsoo and his effortless (near satanic) skills of seduction? :3 [I feel like.. you don't seem to write Kyungsoo very often, huh? Hmm...]
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It depended on the person what worked, really. Sometimes it was a smile. Sometimes it was letting his eyes go dark, a little dangerous, or sometimes even soft. Sometimes he quirked his lips and lowered his eyelashes as he looked down someone’s body, and they all but begged.
His friends watched it happened time and again, and they accused him of so many things. The guys he got with passed up taller guys, guys he objectively found to be better looking, for him. They rued the day Kyungsoo kept one, that the guy would be sunk from the very start. It wasn’t like he minded, wasn’t like he led someone on. The one night stands, that was all they were, and glad of it. Sometimes one night became two or three. With Chanyeol it was a week, and they parted satisfied. Minseok had gotten hard every time Kyungsoo put a hand on his neck. Jongin had been desperation.
Yixing, he’d thought it had been meant for one night, but that wasn’t how it worked. When Kyungsoo licked his lips, Yixing reached for him, when he moaned, Yixing’s hips couldn’t keep still. Kyungsoo had heard odes to his mouth and what it could do but Yixing’s made his breath stutter. Sometimes he wondered if the tables had been turned.
“Please,” Yixing moaned, and Kyungsoo knew nothing had changed.
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Prompt: xiulay princes au? http://37.media.tumblr.com/3d617f4bf5fab8d0229dd7bd8e9e4a06/tumblr_n62fm19xES1shiauko3_250.gif
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The sounds of the leather soles of Yixing’s boots seemed loud, the sound of the conversation around him hushed. It hushed for his passage, for the guards striding behind him and the flow of his cloak. He did not kneel or bow, inclining his head in respect because he was not a subject not beneath the prince in front of him. He had not waited for an audience, and perhaps it was too bold, but he had ridden hard that last half day and had no desire to wait outside and wonder when the question that he had to ask was too important.
“I apologize for arriving unannounced,” Yixing said, and Minseok sat forward in his chair.
“It must be important. You look like you’ve been riding hard.”
They had been. They had been, and it hand’t mattered, as Yixing’ knelt. There were murmurs then, and he reached for Minseok’s hand.
“We we-“ When they had last met, Minseok had laughed with him so freely. When he had left, he had thought it would be months, even years before they saw each other again. At least, until he had returned and unpacked. He’d read the letter Minseok had written.
There were words he could not say, not in front of everyone, and so he lifted Minseok’s hand, pressed his lips against the back of it. It looked, perhaps, like supplication, but Minseok inhaled, his fingers curling tight around Yixing’s.
The letter had begun, “My love.”
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Prompt: "you can't simply wear this and forbid me from touching you" het!sukai pls
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“You can't simply wear this and forbid me from touching you.”
Joonmyun raised an eyebrow, tilting her chin as she stared at Jongin. “Oh really? Maybe you won’t get to ever again,” she joked.
Jongin exhaled, and Joonmyun began to crack a little. From someone else, it would’ve sounded quite different. She’d been the one who’d teased that he couldn’t touch, and he’d have never touched her without her wanting him to.
He was just whining.
And in that instance, Joonmyun was inclined to allow it because…she’d dressed up hoping he’d like it anyway, and he began to grin as she hauled him in by his collar.
Jongin touched the silky flow of the skirt where it tumbled over her hips, where it skimmed her waist, her ribs. Half the reason she hadn’t wanted him to touch was that they were going out, and he had a very, very successful way of making her waver on whether she wanted food or wanted to let him talk her out of her underwear.
Her hair was finally just like she wanted it, too, there was that.
“Pretty,” he said,and it could’ve meant so many things, and still Joonmyun’s cheeks flushed.
“Worth buying me dinner?” she asked, and that got his eyes out of her cleavage anyway.
Okay, and she allowed him one kiss. Two, if she was being honest. The third one happened outside the door, so that didn’t count. But when she tucked herself against his side as they waited for a table, she’d gotten them out the door anyway, and she felt very pleased with herself.
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Pairings: Suho/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Lay/D.O., Jongin/?, Chanyeol/Suho, Chen/Kai, Tao/Sehun, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Suho/Xiumin, Suho/Lu Han, Chanyeol/Xiumin, Suho/Chen, Chanyeol/Tao, Suho/D.O., Sehun/Lu Han, Xiumin/Kai, Kai/Tao, Xiumin/Lay
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: mpreg, sex swap
Summary: 28 various requests from ask.fm, some smutty some not
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Prompt: SuKai -Royalty.
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“It’s time for your breakfast, Your Highness,” Joonmyun said, and did not bother to quiet his movements as he put down the tray he’d been holding a little harder than necessary. Sometimes it was needed to get Jongin out of unconsciousness. He heard a groan, and clanked a goblet down hard as well for good measure, grinning because he knew Jongin couldn’t see him.
“Cold,” he heard Jongin croak.
Joonmyun turned and frowned at the bed, abandoning his water pitcher in favor of checking on his prince.
“Are you sick?” Joonmyun asked, pulling at the blanket covering Jongin’s head. Jongin didn’t look flushed, his eyes squinting as he peered up at Joonmyun. And Joonmyun squawked when Jongin grabbed his arm and pulled him off balance until Joonmyun had no choice - he either crawled onto the bed or planted himself face first into it.
“Your Highness,” Joonmyun half laughed, half scolded when Jongin started grinning.
“Come on,” Jongin said.
He wasn’t struggling, not really. His shoes went clattering, Jongin determinedly tugging and poking until Joonmyun was under the blankets with him. It was not cold, and in fact it was rather cozy in the chill that had been the outside room.
“That’s better,” Jongin breathed, getting an arm over Joonmyun’s side.
“Your Highness.”
“No,” Jongin said, nuzzling his face a little closer. Joonmyun sighed, shaking his head a little but it was not something he could hold out against.
“Jongin,” he said, and knew that Jongin could hear the resigned fondness in his voice. In Jongin’s bed, alone, he’d agreed to that but it had been a hard-fought battle by Jongin to pry the propriety out of his fingers. Jongin was smiling as Joonmyun stroked the hair in front of his ear, sliding into the thickness of it behind. And he sighed as Jongin nudged against his mouth, the softest of kisses. If only Jongin didn’t know how weak he was to that, the rolling press of Jongin’s lips against his, sweetest invitation for Joonmyun to meet, to kiss him in return. And kiss he did, stroking Jongin’s hair, his neck and shivering when Jongin spread a warm hand against his lower back.
“Why do you not wake me up like this?” Jongin asked.
“Maybe I would if I was certain you wouldn’t shove me onto the floor,” Joonmyun countered.
Jongin sulked only for a moment, huffing and kissing Joonmyun because he knew Joonmyun was right and it kept Joonmyun from crowing about it. It wasn’t that Jongin meant to shove him, just that he’d been so intent on his sleep and Joonmyun had been waking him before dawn. It had also been before Joonmyun felt he could retaliate, and far before…before the kisses, the warmth, the dreams. As the servant of the prince, he knew his place. But as the man in Jongin’s bed, he knew something more.
He gasped as Jongin pressed kisses along his jaw, hitting the most sensitive part of his throat, his neck. And he tilted his head, bared it for Jongin as Jongin hummed for his quarry.
“You- Your breakfast,” Joonmyun said, his voice weak.
“First course,” Jongin said.
And his moan was muffled against Jongin’s mouth as Jongin cupped the front of Joonmyun’s pants. Being partly hard was a reflex, Jongin’s kisses, the safety of his bed. His hand, warmed by Jongin’s body, slipped into Jongin’s soft pants, and he savored the sound Jongin made, the way his forehead tilted into Joonmyun’s.
“Joonmyun.”
If he were not weak and wanting already, the sound of his name would have sealed it. He kept his arm around Jongin’s neck, kissing him between moans as Jongin was hard against his fingers. He rocked his own hips into Jongin’s rubbing hand, wishing for more contact, for more, and getting it, skin to skin as Jongin rubbed his thumb along his erection.
“Maybe,” Jongin began to suggest.
“Breakfast,” Joonmyun reminded him, and stroked faster, parting his lips so that Jongin could kiss him more fully. Later, they could do anything Jongin desired. But there was a day to get ready for, no matter what the wants of the prince.
Jongin’s breaths came harsher, his body stiff as Joonmyun stroked and coddled and kissed. And it was Jongin who came first, moaning as Joonmyun stroked the wet he produced along him. Seeing Jongin in pleasure, feeling the proof of it, had him flushing, reaching for Jongin’s arm and holding it as he bucked into Jongin’s grasping fingers until he felt the pleasure wash over him.
“Oh. Oh, Jongin.”
He saw the flash of Jongin’s teeth just before he ducked his head and buried his face into Jongin’s neck. He could smell Jongin there, the warmth of him, lingering soap and man. He meant to stay only for a moment, humming happily as Jongin stroked his back. And he fell asleep there, for at least a good dozen minutes. He woke with a squeak, Jongin laughing.
“Breakfast,” Jongin teased, even though he hadn’t stopped holding Joonmyun.
Joonmyun tidied himself as Jongin washed his hands clean and helped himself into the clothes that Joonmyun had laid out for him.
“Good morning, Joonmyun,” Jongin said, his eyes twinkling as he sat down to his breakfast.
“Good morning, Your Highness,” Joonmyun responded, his cheeks unnaturally hot as finally got to pour that cup of water.
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Prompt: Suho/Jongin, Sehun or Kyungsoo (or all of them hehehehehehe) Victorian!AU please
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“How can I help you, Your Grace?"
"My current valet is ready for well-deserved retirement after serving three generations of my family." Joonmyun regretted letting him go, but it was also a fresh start, a new perspective on fashion and the possibility to mold someone to his needs. He'd inherited his father's valet, and also it seemed his father's habits like it or not. He had his own household, his own rules. He was a duke after all. "I hear you know of someone highly recommended."
"He's been well trained but not set in his ways," Minseok said. "Quiet. Yes, I think you'd suit."
There were no lads in his own employ that were suited to that type of work. Someone who would integrate well into his staff was ideal so he wouldn't have to hear of squabbles.
He had a new valet by week's end. Jongin.
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At first Jongin seemed to take a fold out of place as a personal offense, as though Joonmyun was going to chase him into the street with a broom. The way Joonmyun was presented was a reflection of Jongin.
“You’re a duke, you can’t-“
“I think being a duke, I can,” Joonmyun said, amused as Jongin tried to hold Joonmyun’s favorite jacket away from him. Something about the cut, the style. “I’ll bargain with you. Let me wear it tonight, and have another made that you think is better. Same fabric if you can.”
Jongin thought about the offer for a moment, nodding once, serious. “I’ll do that,” Jongin said, and it was a solemn vow.
He wondered what Jongin would’ve thought of the crowded ballrooms, and boring talk. He probably would’ve laughed at Joonmyun dancing, or the way he used every trick to get away from a mama who found him particularly eligible. He wasn’t a confirmed bachelor, but he wasn’t racing to any altar either. And he had Jongin waiting to help him undress, to listen to his complaints.
Sometimes he looked at Jongin, a couple of years his junior, and realized that Jongin could be the longest relationship he could ever have in his life. If Jongin stayed at his side, through years and life events, and style changes.
Jongin looked up as though he felt Joonmyun’s eyes on him, a querying little smile on his face.
“How about a game of chess?” Joonmyun asked, instead of revealing his thoughts.
Jongin agreed.
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Prompt: Kyuhyun and Suho - concubine
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“I would keep you on your knees all day if I could,” Kyuhyun said appreciatively.
And Joonmyun flushed, pleased. He kept himself slick in case Kyuhyun wanted, went eagerly to his knees to pleasure Kyuhyun with his mouth and hands. Maybe he had not been the most expensive of Kyuhyun’s concubines, the most trained, or most skilled, but he wanted. Some of the others saw Kyuhyun’s desire as a chore. But Joonmyun’s cock ached with it, even when he stumbled back down the hallway to his room unfulfilled. The emperor had found him pleasing. The emperor had come for him.
Even when Kyuhyun sent for two of them, and Joonmyun watched as Kyuhyun came in a different mouth, a different ass, it put desire in him. He knew it might be him the next time, and his touch or his mouth had still helped bring Kyuhyun to his end.
He liked it best when Kyuhyun pressed him back onto his bed, Joonmyun’s thighs wide around Kyuhyun’s hips and moaning as Kyuhyun fucked with eager abandon. Kyuhyun didn’t reprimand him when he clutched at Kyuhyun’s shoulders, or when he cried out when, most times, he came hard between their bellies. There was something like approval when Kyuhyun rolled off of him, and Joonmyun wiped him clean.
Those nights he walked from Kyuhyun’s rooms aching and satisfied, and hoping that Kyuhyun would sent for him again tomorrow.
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Prompt: laysoo first time sex where yixing is gentle and considerate at first but kyungsoo challenges him to up the pace and yixing showcases his expert thrusting skills and dancer's stamina, much to kyungsoo's enjoyment. smut
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By the time Yixing’s cock was fully buried in him, Kyungsoo was ready to go. It wasn’t that he hadn’t enjoyed Yixing sucking on him, or the pumping of his fingers inside of him. It had been more about Yixing being fascinated by his moans than about Kyungsoo needing to be stretched. Even still, he felt it when Yixing pressed in, and he liked that, liked knowing he was getting filled up. Yixing’s face went all focused, like he was absorbing the feeling of Kyungsoo around him into every brain cell. And Kyungsoo’s lungs were straining. Finally. Finally they were getting to it, not just the tease of Yixing’s fingers and tongue, but-
The interminable slow slide of Yixing’s cock. Kyungsoo gurgled, gripping the sheet. If he’d have had a mind to he could have measured Yixing’s cock down to the millimeter just by how slow and steady he withdrew and pushed back in. Yixing’s eyelids were half lowered, the barest hint of a smile on his lips as he worked in and out of Kyungsoo’s body. It made Kyungsoo’s cock twitch - in hope, in anticipation. Thicker, longer than Yixing’s fingers, but just as frustratingly slow.
“It feels good,” Kyungsoo got out, and Yixing met his eyes. It was like he was trying to tell Kyungsoo he was glad. But Kyungsoo also wasn’t going to break, and he was going to start grabbing Yixing’s hips and regulating the pace himself. “I’ve seen you move. I know you can go faster than this. Or can you?”
The sound Yixing made was amused as he braced himself on his elbows. And that Kyungsoo liked, parting his lips and kissing Yixing, flicking against his tongue in the pace he hoped their hips would take before his cock softened entirely. Maybe Yixing only liked slow and deliberate but surely he had to speed up to get off at some point, not just rocking slow until Kyungsoo was wheezing an hour later.
Their lips parted, wet, and Yixing’s grin went a bit wicked.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he said, and Kyungsoo complied, wondering, getting his arms around Yixing’s neck and shoulders for good measure. And he breathed in as Yixing said, “Hold on.”
Yixing pulled his cock back just as slowly and Kyungsoo groaned. Somehow they hadn’t understood each other. He didn’t need to be coddled, he needed to be-
“Fuck!” Kyungsoo exclaimed, Yixing’s cock ramming deep. He scrabbled with his legs, mouth gaping Yixing’s whole body seemed to undulate, his hips snapping, skin slapping together as Yixing did everything Kyungsoo asked and more. He was being fucked, moaning as his cock started stiffening against the frantic friction and pressure inside him. He grasped at Yixing’s back, moaning into his shoulder as the whole bed rocked beneath them. And he’d thought he couldn’t stand it slow, he couldn’t endure it hard and fast, Yixing like a machine taking him, adjusting his hips and making Kyungsoo moan louder as his whole body writhed and tightened.
“More, more, please,” he chanted into Yixing’s neck. He needed to come and Yixing was pushing him there. And when he thought he couldn’t stand it any longer, Yixing moaned and found it in himself to fuck even faster. Kyungsoo wasn’t just moaning, he was a continuous moan, battered with pleasure as his heart raced and lungs seared.
“Ready?” Yixing asked, and Kyungsoo gurgled. Of course he would ask first, as though he wasn’t aware that Kyungsoo was about to come right apart under him.
“Uhhh,” was all he got out, biting into Yixing’s shoulder and wheezing as Yixing gripped his cock. Time seemed to stop. He felt everything so distinct, the press of Yixing’s cock, the squeezing slide of Yixing’s fingers, Yixing’s lips against his ear, Yixing moaning his name.
“Kyungsoo. Ah.”
Kyungsoo bucked as he came, eyes wide as his head slammed back but all he saw was a blur, his whole focus on coming in Yixing’s hand. He didn’t care how loud he was, and he got louder as Yixing fucked with the clear intent of not getting Kyungsoo off, but himself instead. It was too much, gasping as he was rocked, throbbing, , shuddering as the whole bed went still as Yixing slammed hard. And then again, a breath later, and again. And then stillness, just the sound of labored breathing and the drip of sweat and his own heart pounding in his ears.
His hips felt like they’d been laid in cement when Yixing pried out from between them, knees creaking and thighs protesting. Yixing wiped his face off on his discarded shirt, huffing as he pressed against Kyungoo’s side.
“How,” Kyungsoo wondered, poking a finger into Yixing’s cheek. All that slow consideration, and then…
And then.
Yixing’s dimple peeked, and Kyungsoo couldn’t help tilting his head for a kiss.
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Prompt: uhm uhm, mpreg jongin with EXO trying to figure out which of them are the dad? Heehee
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They compared schedules. There was an estimated date, of course, and that was great except for the part where it wasn’t guaranteed, and there was wiggle room based on a lot of things. Who’d been in town. Who hadn’t been. Who’d been on the schedule.
Not that things never happened outside of the schedule, but at least they had a place to start from.
Jongin wasn’t any help, really. When people asked who he thought it was, he squinted at them and there was the devil in his eyes warning them. Like he could tell. By the second month they had it mostly whittled down to three main possibilities. Joonmyun, or Lu Han, or Chanyeol.
Jongin gave equally unimpressed looks whenever someone got curious and asked who he hoped it would be. It wasn’t like it didn’t matter, but in a way it didn’t, either. Joonmyun pressed kisses to Jongin’s hands and promised they’d all be there for him. Lu Han spent long afternoons rubbing his back and napping with him. Chanyeol stroked his belly and brought him food and teased smiles from him when he was tired.
If it had been any of them, it wouldn’t have mattered, because they all loved him and each other. And no matter what, they would all be together.
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Prompt: Something humorous with Chanyeol as a phoenix or a human with phoenix-like characteristics and Suho always dumping a bucket of water over him when he bursts into flame (Suho does it out of love. He just doesn't really know how phoenixes work ^^;; )
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There was a certain amount of rebirth to it, because the fire was cleansing. He didn’t do the whole traditional thing, collapse into a pile of ashes. In most instances he was actually more like a snake, just shedding an outer layer through fire and continuing on. That was how he’d lasted as long as he had.
The first time Joonmyun had seen him burst into fames, he’d been horrified. There hadn’t been anything to throw at him, nothing but Joonmyun trying to reach for him, trying to get him to drop and roll. Chanyeol stayed out of Joonmyun’s reach, not wanting to hurt him, not even knowing if he could hurt him.
And the second time, Chanyeol got a face-full of water.
“You really don’t have to,” Chanyeol said, all damp and wilting. Sure, maybe his clothes burned away but he was fine, wasn’t he? He made sure it didn’t happen in public, especially after that one time-
They didn’t talk about that one time.
But Joonmyun, no matter how many times that Chanyeol assured him, didn’t grasp that Chanyeol was okay. Or he’d be okay. It was like growing pains, and the water didn’t do anything to stop it or slow it anyway.
It was a refreshing shower! In the middle of burning up.
Joonmyun always looked so apologetic, but that first time when Joonmyun touched his flushed cheek after he’d finished burning, he knew it would always be okay.
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Prompt: uhm, jongin brings all the boys to the yard? (or the fic where he's a kitten that all the EXO puppies are attracted to) thank you in advanced~
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All of them, to a one, knew what it meant when Jongin’s ears went back. It wasn’t like Jongin had claws, but he could punch or kick or jump on them. Of course, some of them were more prone to being on the receiving end of that than others, namely Chanyeol. And Jongdae. And Sehun. And actually, mostly all of them. It was cute, when Jongin purred, when he was in a cuddly mood instead of an ignoring one. They didn’t get that about Jongin, with their wagging tails and intense urge to nap in a pile of other dogs. Some did, like Kyungsoo, who enjoyed curling in corners, or those who liked to dream without a big snoring, kicking mess. They liked sleeping with Jongin, though. He smelled good, he felt good, curling around them and purring in a way that sent shivers of pleasure down their backs. Joonmyun’s touch was gentle, Lu Han’s exploring. Jongin decided when, where, how long, and they had to accept it or have one angry kitten. Though they still asked, and if Jongin was amenable, he accepted, wrapping his arms around different necks and letting out different timbres of purrs. When they whimpered in joy, it made him smile.
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Prompt: hi! do you mind if I asked for more antics from cat!jongin and puppies!exo? :)
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The thing that was most confusing to them as a whole was how Jongin seemed to own everything, even things not explicitly his. If he had it in hand, or he was on it, he owned it. If one of them held it and Jongin took it, it was his. This had happened with combs, chairs, chicken legs, usually leaving the one stolen from perplexed and uneasy but unable to really do anything about it.
It also extended to beds, because while most of the beds were the same, there were differences. New blankets, different pillows, how recently the sheets had been washed. Also if it was warm, or vacant. Jongdae went up to his bed once to find Jongin sprawled over his bed, and trying to prod Jongin over had ended up with grumbles and swipes, and Jongdae sleeping on Jongin’s bed instead. Chanyeol had the gift of Jongin’s presence, too, though he was allowed to stay - on his own bed. As long as he wasn’t loud, or didn’t move too much. Joonmyun learned that lesson when he rolled over and met Jongin’s narrowed eyes.
“He’s like Goldilocks,” Sehun murmured.
“He just likes feeling close to us,” was Zitao’s explanation. Which kind of made sense. Kind of. Sehun was still bitter about being kicked out of bed in the middle of the night that one time. And then he’d woken up on the couch only to find Jongin asleep on Yixing’s bed with his head tucked under his chin, purring.
But the half night had been nice, he guessed.
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Prompt: uh! do you mind if I asked for a Harry potter au for EXO? pairing lukai or chenkai?
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Jongdae was thoroughly bored, letting his wand spin in his palm like an endless second hand of a clock, or a runaway sundial. He was hoping it was going to point out something interesting among the shelves, like a hissing book or a cage with a reviving animal, but no, it just kept spinning. He’d read all the books in the shop, all of the ones waiting for new owners. They weren’t school books or required reading, just ones that had fallen out of favor or whose owners had died. The rest of the junk was…well, junk. Jongdae blew the dust off of a pegged beetle which immediately moaned at him.
“Oh, shut up,” Jongdae muttered.
And he nearly slammed his head into the shelf full of broken crystals when the floor under his feet shuddered like something heavy ad fallen onto it.
That was distinctly not normal. The bell that sounded like a a cross between a foghorn and a violin hadn’t gone off, so no one had entered the shop. Jongdae’s wand wasn’t spinning any more, clutched in his hand as he crept around the largest of the shelves, the one with fossils and-
All Jongdae could see were legs, legs covered in pants, but legs, and the rest of the body flailing under blue robes. There was also cursing going on.
“Who are you?” Jongdae demanded, wand at the ready. “How did you get in here.”
The robe flipped back, the man finally discovering the edge of it, revealing startled face with dark hair hanging into his eyes.
“Where-“ He winced as Jongdae brandished his wand. “Kim Jongin. It must have been a portkey!”
Jongin started searching around under him and Jongin barked, “Stop!”
He didn’t want Jongin to emerge with a wand and it to turn into a fight. He was proprietor of the shop, not a dueling master.
“A portkey for what? Why would it have brought you to my shop,” Jongdae asked. No one was allowed to apparate into the shop. It begged thieves, and there was no fireplace. At least Jongin’s story made sense, but it still didn’t tell Jongdae how, why. Anything. He had a suspicion Jongin knew just as little, he’d have betted his measly pile of gold on it.
“Ah,” Jongin said, standing slowly under Jongdae’s watchful eye. “Valerian’s. I’ve heard of this place, but I’ve never been. You must be Kim Jongdae, the new proprietor?”
New. He’d owned it two years. The man before him had apparently run it for decades, and Jongdae had received a notice on his death declaring him to be the new owner. He’d give up his position working with his father to investigate. The man hadn’t been a relative. He’d just chosen Jongdae, for some reason. It had been intriguing. He hadn’t had any reason to refuse.
“I work for the ministry, researching portkeys,” Jongin continued, touching a shelf absently. “Your wares move themselves around by themselves?”
It was an old building. There were always quirks.
“Something brought you here?”
“I-“ Jongin took a step forward, and froze when the floor screeched under him. “Does it always do that?”
No. No, it didn’t.
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Prompt: I was wondering if you'd do a how Chen met Kai for the dom/sub au?? :)
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People didn’t walk around displaying likes and dislikes on their sleeves. It was fluid, mostly, ranging between days ad people. First, was the getting to know each other. After that, endless possibilities. Jongin remembered laughing, that night, people straggling in and out of different friend groups and circles. Someone snagged his wrist, Lu Han, he thought, and said, “Oh, have you met Jongdae?”
He didn’t read right then that he would willingly submit for Jongdae. He didn’t know that he would trust him. All he saw was a glint of curiosity hid in a bright smile.
“Nice to meet you,” Jongdae said, and Jongin jerked into a hasty bow.
It was a puzzle, working out who knew who, how, how long, from where. He stood in the little circle created by Lu Han and Jongdae, listening.
Jongdae laughed, reaching out and gripping Jongin’s arm, free, as Jongin laughed with him.
“Ah, Minseok!” Lu Han called, and almost disappeared from beside them.
“He does that,” Jongin said.
“I’ve noticed,” Jongdae said, his voice sly.
“It’s like figuring out a family tree,” Jongin said, watching several people mill about that he’d never seen before. It moved them back, moved Jongdae against his side. He relaxed into Jongdae’s hand against his lower back.
“What do you all day?” Jongin asked, trying to be funny, and waited, interested, in what Jongdae had to say.
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Prompt: Jongin is Joonmyun's cat hybrid (and, surprisingly, pregnant with Joonmyun's twins) <3
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One could be considered a surprise. And one baby certainly had been, handing Jongin a cool wash cloth after he’d thrown up for the third…fifth time? It was strange to see Jongin eat, since Jongin was usually the one bossing Joonmyun around, except in certain situations like when Joonmyun had to drag Jongin to bed. Not for bed activities, but for sleep. Getting him out of bed was equally as difficult. But when Jongin gave a low groan and pressed his ear against Joonmyun’s chest, he knew Jongin was miserable and in need of comfort. The pregnancy test had been just the beginning of the iceberg, really. Joonmyun cooked anything Jongin could stomach, stroking Jongin’s tail in a way that always made him smile. Jongin turned his face up for kisses, nuzzling in and resting confused hands on his belly.
“This wasn’t supposed to be possible,” Jongin said, unsure.
“That’s what they told us, I know,” Joonmyun agreed, fitting his fingers between Jongin’s.
They’d be there, together, though all of it. He knew that Jongin knew that. Still it was a huge thing to wrap their minds around.
They’d probably be able to see the heartbeat, as far as Jongin was along, the doctor had told them. Almost two months. Two months. Joonmyun sat beside the bed Jongin rested on, not sure his legs would hold him if he were standing once the baby was on the screen. He held Jongin’s hand against his mouth, pressing kisses against the back of it as they waited for the doctor to situated himself. He was a cat, just like Jongin, a fact that Joonmyun had chosen him for, for Jongin’s comfort.
There was a little searching, a little moving of the wand as the doctor searched for visual proof. First one little dark circle, and another appeared. His hand grew tighter on Jongin’s hand as the doctor laughed.
“Ah, there’s your baby. Both of them. Congratulations, Papas.”
Jongin held up two fingers, mouthing “two” at the doctor as the doctor nodded. And then Jongin turned to Joonmyun, his eyes huge.
“Two?”
Joonmyun couldn’t even feel his legs, pushing himself up and half falling into Jongin’s chest as they laughed. Mostly because they weren’t sure how else to react. Two babies.
“Will they have ears?” Joonmyun blurted, half choked by Jongin’s arm and shirt.
“Some do, some don’t, depending on which traits are inherited,” the doctor said. “Some are born with a tail and no ears, or the reverse. It’s an exciting thing.”
Or terrifying.
The doctor gave them a minute, for Jongin to get dressed, and for them to compose themselves.
“Two,” Jongin said again, and they hugged each other tighter.
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Prompt: Can you write a cute thing where Sehun is attracted to his Chinese Lang TA (Yifan- who has a boyfriend so nice SH CAN'T hate him (YX helps with homework!)) and is totally oblivious to Tao's hopeless crush on him? ("Your Chinese is terrible." "Yea? Well so is your face.")
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The only thing worse than the guy he really liked dating was not finding out that the guy was dating until after Sehun had sunk into the swamp of admiration. It wasn’t even a recent thing, not like Sehun had missed out on ~the opportunity~ by a few days or a missed conversation. But no, he’d been more than a year late, and that sucked. Maybe if he’d known before, he could’ve kept more of a realistic lid on things and not imaged making a move or being asked out, or…
No, he was deluding himself, because he’d probably have still hoped somehow. He imagined Yifan looking at him all, “Oh Sehun, you are my best student, let me worship you while buying you bubble tea.”
It made sense in his head.
Of course, that was when he realized who Yifan was dating, the little fuzzy ball of sunshine who came in after class and just wandered between desks pointing out flaws and sounding out words for people with increasingly bizarre faces. Yixing, who could be begged to for homework help and general niceness. Sehun figured out who Yifan was dating when Yixing leaned on Yifan’s desk, and they shared a smile. The hand on Yixing’s thigh Sehun argued away, but the finger Yixing poked into Yifan’s cheek was more difficult.
There was the irrational “but if he wasn’t dating someone so nice, maybe…” and then the follow-up disgust for wishing that upon anyone.
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“Are they teaching you how to write with your left hand?” Tao asked, his tone completely incredulous as he looked over Sehun’s practice writing.
“Shut up,” Sehun groaned. “My TA always writes nice notes on my homework.”
His TA might have had worse handwriting, so Sehun thought they were nice notes anyway.
“But why?”
“Because he’s nice, that’s why.” And tall, and good-looking, and very taken.
“This grammar is awful! Babies speak better. This is so bad.”
“Yeah? Well, so is your face.”
Tao just sniffed at him, using an ugly red marker to circle things and re-write characters. Okay, it was a nice enough face. He eyed Tao’s earrings with interest, of much more importance than his practice that Tao was marking all to hell.
And he fell asleep, not even trying to keep himself from it. Though Tao rudely interrupted that, too, tapping his cheekbone and speaking at him in soft Mandarin.
“Are you cursing me out?” Sehun groaned, biting at Tao’s finger.
“No,” Tao laughed. “Your Mandarin is really terrible.”
“Yeah, well. I’ll run away with my TA and he can teach me. He does better than you.” He only just caught caught Tao’s frown as he turned away. “Hey, what! It’d get me out of your hair.”
Tao muttered something, and that definitely sounded like he was being cursed at.
***
“I should start dating someone else, so I stop obsessing about him,” Sehun muttered. It sucked, bad. Tao could be relied on for those kinds of things, and he’d already groaned a dozen times, every time Sehun brought Yifan up. Sehun brightened. “Hey, do you know someone who’s single and would be into this?”
Sehun gestured to his body, and Tao followed with his eyes, his mouth twisting into a scowl.
“Why are you so stupid?”
“What! There’s got to be someone out there who finds me hot. So seriously, where are you hiding all of your hot friends,” Sehun said, and started aggressively poking Tao’s side until he stood, half groaning, half laughing. Sehun just stood and kept following. “No seriously, I’ll share, too. I know guys who’d be into your pretty face.”
Tao stopped trying to push him back at that, eyebrows lowered. “You think my face is pretty?”
“Someone would,” Sehun amended. “Yeah, it’s pretty. Anyone would think so.”
Tao muttered something unintelligible, ramming his fist into Sehun’s chest.
“Hey, speak up. What kind of guy do you want? I’ll make it happen.”
“Stupid,” Tao muttered again, and Sehun laughed.
“Why would you want to date someone…”
His voice trailed off, realizing that Tao’s eyes were focused on his mouth and his face and ears had flushed red like he was embarrassed by something. It wasn’t like he actually wanted to date someone stupid, someone like…
Like him?
“Zitao,” Sehun said, and when Tao’s eyes lifted, he got that weird floppy feeling that was something like hope or realization, mixed with sickness because he didn’t want to be wrong again. He didn’t want to let himself imagine, only to… to…
What Tao said, it was in Mandarin, and though blood was roaring in his ears, he understood. Maybe not the words, but what it meant.
Sehun’s eyes drifted closed, such an awkward little sound leaving him as Tao’s lips brushed his. He let his mouth firm, wanting to feel all of Tao’s pretty lips against him, bracing himself as Tao’s arm went around him, leaning into him. A hot guy who was into him. His friend. His best friend. His stomach flopped and he gasped, groaning as Tao’s teeth nipped sharply against his upper lip and soothed almost in the same heartbeat. Sehun reached too, not willing to let Tao move away since he finally had control of his limbs again. He could breathe again, too, feeling starting to flood into his cheeks, his neck.
“Why would I want to date someone who insults me all the time?” Sehun asked, his fingers curling around Tao’s neck in complete opposition to his words.
“You’re so stupid,” Tao muttered, but it sounded oddly like praise, and Sehun kissed him again.
***
Prompt: I recently read your Sukai hospital!AU called Resident Behaviour and I loved it so so much that it left me wanting (and crying happy tears) for more. I was wondering whether you could write another hospital! AU fic based on Chanyeol and Baekhyun? Or Sehun and Luhan? Thank you so much! <3 <3
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“I’m going to be a surgeon,” was Chanyeol’s first real pronouncement of what he wanted to be when he grew up. At least, after fighter pilot and dinosaur wrangler. He’d been standing at his grandfather’s bedside, smiling after successful surgery, and thought it absolutely cool that there were doctors who got to see people’s insides and make them better. Of course, as he grew older he realized there wasn’t always something that could be done, and some surgeries were stopgaps and not fixes, but the fascination remained. It wasn’t as though his family complained about him wanting to be a doctor, though he suspected his mother would’ve liked if he’d gone into family medicine or something instead. Life at a teaching hospital was difficult when he finally got to surgery. Some couldn’t stand it, moving on to obstetrics or something else. His hand was steady on the scalpel, he got to glue wounds together, or make tiny stitches. He’d learned so much, learned so much each and every time he watched a surgery or got involved.
Chanyeol looked up through his visor at Baekhyun, or Dr. Byun as he liked to say with a sneer until Baekhyun elbowed him. They’d scrubbed in together, standing by in anxious wonder at a kidney transplant. Not just taking something out, but putting something in. A true life-saving event, in that if it failed, there were only so many things to be done. Dialysis. Searching again. Precious, fragile life.
He got water splattered on his glasses as he washed up after, almost shaking with the strain, the excitement, the success. He felt invincible and he’d been involved so slightly. He hadn’t lost anyone yet, hadn’t watched anyone die, though there had been a couple of close calls.
“I think that deserves a drink,” Chanyeol said, cleaning his glasses as Baekhyun finished changing out of his scrubs. “Hey, I’ll even buy you one.”
“I’m so flattered,” Baekhyun intoned.
“You should be.”
There was a token protest when Chanyeol threw his arm over Baekhyun’s shoulders, but he thought they both deserved the down time. There’d be more stress, always more stress, but having someone to share it with made it a little better.
“How are you going to pay me back?” Chanyeol asked, waggling his eyebrows.
Baekhyun’s smile promised many things.
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Prompt: jongin gets off on giving blowjobs? ^^ smut
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Jongin liked it wet, but not too wet, because he liked the tug of skin against his lips, or to press back the skin, it didn’t matter. Cut or uncut, thin or long or average, it didn’t matter. He liked them clean, liked to trace veins and suck silky, sensitive tips. He liked to suck until they were leaking against his tongue, until they were throbbing and desperate to let go.
Jongin always liked the one he sucked then more than the last one.
Oh, he liked receiving, too, something calming about it, but as soon as he crawled between someone’s legs or got on his knees, his cock started rising in anticipation. “Your mouth is made for this,” he’d heard more than once, and he cultivated that. He knew how to let his lips roll slow, enveloping, the heat of his breath and cupping wet of his tongue.
Long fingers buried themselves in his hair, and he allowed those hands to hold him, hollowing his cheeks as he sucked hard as the cock withdrew only to thrust back deep and do it all over again. His cock throbbed as he gripped the sturdy hips and let his mouth be used a little longer. He loved that cock, loved that it filled his mouth with some to spare, loved the moans, loved the stretch of it. And he gripped it, slowed the thrusts so that he could work his own kind of magic. He plunged his mouth down the length of it, pulled his mouth back how quickly he wanted. He lingered at the swollen head and teased with his circling tongue as he stoked lust with his moving hand.
“Jongin,” was moaned, as he nearly choked forcing his mouth further. He tried to swallow, and moaned himself at the urgent gush against the back of his mouth. Close. He wanted another hour to enjoy it but the hands holding his head wouldn’t let him have that luxury.
Apparently he’d done too well.
So he sucked and he stroked and lavished with eagerness. His mouth was full of urgently pressing cock, and Jongin barely gripped his own before he coming, moaning around the cock his mouth and waiting for the first shot of come. It made him shudder, his orgasm lingering as he swallowed and sucked for more.
“Jongin. Jongin.”
His lips felt swollen, hot and tender as he pulled away, and they were both gasping for breath as he looked up.
“When can we do that again?”
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Prompt: suho/xiumin where they're each other's support and cuddle buddies.
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Joonmyun had a very peculiar way of letting Minseok know that he needed something, sometimes by rocking back and forth with his feet just in Minseok’s view, or clearing his throat a couple of times. It had Minseok looking up, seeing the tentative smile that very clearly asked if he was busy or if Joonmyun was interrupting.
Minseok was a bit more straightforward, poking into Joonmyun’s shoulder or tickling his neck. Sometimes all they had to do was sit beside each other and talk, quiet, when the times were available for it. Sometimes Joonmyun just sat and leaned into his shoulder, silent, like he was drawing up words of wisdom by osmosis. There was always an arm to slide under, a shoulder to nudge, a warm body to absorb.
“Sorry you had to-“ Minseok started, and Joonmyun shook his head, sighing the sigh of someone who sounded very old but really wasn’t.
Of course, he sighed it into Minseok’s neck, which tickled, and he shivered a bit and hauled Joonmyun a bit closer.
“Scoot over,” Minseok said, and Joonmyun didn’t even grunt before doing so like he was used to having his bed invaded. Minseok got his head kind of awkwardly on Joonmyun’s chest, halfway between his chest and the gurgle of his stomach.
“Your stomach sounds like a tiger,” Minseok said, a bit awed.
At least until Joonmyun gasped with laughter and tried to smother Minseok with his pillow.
And they even managed a little more sleep.
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Prompt: suho/luhan; suho is struck by luhan's beauty.
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It wasn’t just at certain angles, but it was at most angles. And in most lights, really, even when Lu Han was trying to make himself look like a demon instead of just acting like one. He liked to sneak up behind Joonmyun like that, and still all Joonmyun could see was the shape of his face and the curve of his lips. Sometimes he was glad that Lu Han laughed like he did, not caring for form, for looks, taken by the moment and lifted by it. Sometimes Lu Han saw a picture of him like that and snorted, eyeballing Joonmyun.
And Joonmyun found those beautiful too. Lu Han made fun of him for it, too, which didn’t make any sense. Maybe if he’d been making fun of Lu Han, sure, and it wasn’t like he pretended that was Lu Han’s best look - though critiquing how someone looked while laughing seemed a little bit evil.
Joonmyun remembered the first time he’d seen Lu Han, and there hadn’t been any sun sparkle, any angelic glow. His hair had been dark, a little messy, his lips parted as he grinned and he turned.
But he wasn’t turning to Joonmyun, he was turning away, and Joonmyun found himself inhaling, stepping forward. Someone had called Joonmyun’s name, and Lu Han’s head had turned, curious. Joonmyun never forgot that smile.
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Prompt: minseok is diligently writing up his world cup opinions and speculations while chanyeol keeps pestering him for attention (sex, cuddles, kisses, etc)
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Minseok had done excellently at the half, writing up his opinions, celebrating an awesome goal, getting down every single emotion and wondering of what the next 45 minutes would bring. Defense was going to be key, as always, but they couldn’t be sluggish about scoring either. And they couldn’t just give away empty penalties and open it up to scoring. He’d been right, of course, trying to temper his smugness as he wrote up his post-game report. He’d get a lot of groans and eye rolls even so, but he was-
“Hey.”
Minseok turned his head, mouth instinctively going soft as Chanyeol kissed him.
“Hey,” he said, and then thought it was kind of obvious what he was doing.
At least, he thought it was obvious until Chanyeol kissed his neck. It was good and. Okay, right there was really good, but it was harder to keep his mind focused on… focused on…
An involuntary sound escaped as Chanyeol nibbled his earlobe, and there was nothing except innocence and sparkles as he turned his head to glare.
“I just needed to finish this,” Minseok complained, and flopped helplessly against Chanyeol’s side.
But that didn’t keep him from tangling his fingers in Chanyeol’s hair and pulling him in for a kiss.
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Prompt: Can you please, if you may write a female BFF!Sekai not-really-fighting over Junmyeon? ....Please O:)
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Most of it was unspoken, and, mostly, entirely genial. Given the random layouts and people at gatherings, no one paid attention to Sehun with her hand on Joonmyun’s arm, chatting easily off to the side as antics were spinning elsewhere - only for Jongin to appear and slip unceremoniously and none-too-gently into Sehun’s lap.
Joonmyun, to his credit, never blinked. He just treated it like another person had entered the conversation and wasn’t having an elbow-to-ribs battle in front of him.
Though he had to have at least gotten the message, somehow, when, say, Jongin invited him out on a cute and friendly bubble tea date only for Sehun to appear five minutes into it. He’d probably only ever seen it as an outing, not two-people-only, so there were no gentle “this time was meant for Jongin” like he was portioning his presence out.
Sehun smirked around her straw and Jongin possibly dug her heel into Sehun’s sneaker.
Surely Joonmyun noticed that, that wherever one was, the other somehow showed up. They each took an arm, and he basked in it and making them laugh. It was the friendliest kind of competition, the kind that had gossip and dreams being traded when they were alone. Though sometimes they lost sight of the end goal, if there even was an end goal, when it was that fun being together.
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Prompt: "Jongdae loves to rub the sensitive spot right at the tip of Junmyeon's clit that makes her thighs jerk." smut
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It didn’t matter where she was, what position she was in, dressed or undressed. Her breathing gave it away, maybe not at first but tiny hitches at each swirl of his fingertip. What was better than watching Junmyeon’s thighs involuntarily spread, jerking as though trying to decide whether to catch his hand to pause him or encourage him for more. Junmyeon went stiff, moaning against kisses to her neck, moaning involuntarily as he touched her. She didn’t moan “Jongdae” as she usually did, moans against lips, when he pinned down or slid against her in the shower.
He liked her in his lap the most, because he could see all of her, the way her breasts trembled, the way her legs danced as he rubbed her clit. She was a mass of feeling, writhing against him, moments away from begging him for more, body caught between gasps and her hips twisting, trying to urge him just so. Just like that.
It reminded him of when they’d first been dating, touches through cloth that left her gasping against him, laughing, embarrassed, thrilled.
Maybe he loved covering her on the edge of the bed and feeling her squeeze him as he rubbed her clit, but getting to focus only on her-
She inhaled sharply, her hips lifting, body poised, and Jongdae played her clit so sweetly, so nice, keeping her so close, almost. Tears rolled down her cheeks before her body gave in, gave in to him, and Junmyeon’s breathless cry as she arched and came made him pulse in his pants. Her thighs squeezed his hand tight and he did nothing but cup her, letting the orgasm gentle out. He couldn’t help but be pleased at how he’d pleased her, and his lips curled at the joke.
“How do you get better at that,” she muttered, cuddling into his surrounding arm.
Well, practice. And the fact that she wanted him. Getting to hold her was its own reward.
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Prompt: Could you write me a little ChanTao in which Tao goes on a journey to improve his martial arts and accidentally rescues a local fire god (Chanyeol) who then keeps following him, saying he's indebted to Tao? And at first Tao tries to get rid of him but then they become friends (and more) :3
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It had been an accident! On the behalf of the woman who overturned a pot of boiling water, and on Tao’s part for yanking back the man staring intently at the fire. The water had gone harmlessly by, but the man had looked at Tao like he had saved him from a fate worse than death.
Apparently he had, if the way Chanyeol sang as he followed Tao was any indication. Sometimes he sounded almost intoxicated, wrapping his arm around Tao’s neck and warbling about pretty girls and pretty fires.
“I probably won’t be there to save you again,” Tao said, trying to get Chanyeol’s arm off of him. He was warm, to be expected from a fire god. Not that Tao had believed him until he’d set one of Tao’s blankets on fire just by looking at it. At least Chanyeol had gotten him a new one.
“You saved my life and I’m in your debt,” Chanyeol said.
Tao wished Chanyeol could be in his debt elsewhere. Though the ease of lighting a fire at night was nice, and the food never burned.
“Why are you human-shaped?” Tao asked, poking at Chanyeol’s leg.
“Wouldn’t it be strange trying to travel as a fire?” Chanyeol asked, laughing. “People would keep putting me out. Besides, just because I control fire doesn’t mean I have to look like it.”
It made sense. Sort of. Chanyeol watched and critiqued him as he practiced, holding up leaves with teasing grins and keeping him company as darkness fell and loneliness would have encompassed him once. He’d thought he’d needed that, to get stronger, but with Chanyeol goaded him, sometimes he found new strength in himself.
But he found himself flinching when Chanyeol looked at him too hard, face heating dangerously to the point he thought he would burst into flames like the dry sticks did.
“Please don’t set me on fire,” he muttered, eyes closing hard.
“I wouldn’t,” Chanyeol said, and the touch to his face was so soft he nearly shivered.
“Have you set people on fire before?” Tao wondered. Chanyeol’s silence spoke for him. Apparently yes. “Why not me, then? Because you’re indebted to me?”
All Chanyeol did was breathe, but that was not another yes, not like the other as he stroked Tao’s cheek with his thumb.
It was not heat made from fire, he realized, as he leaned his face into Chanyeol’s hand and at last met Chanyeol’s eyes. That Chanyeol stayed was not because of his debt.
It wasn’t why Tao wanted him to stay either.
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Prompt: kyungsoo/junmyeon where one of them is a maid for a day
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There was that one breathless, anticipatory moment when Joonmyun imagined that he could get Kyungsoo to wear a maid outfit. It would be so cute. A sweet little cap. Ruffled skirt. Cute little puffed sleeves. He’d gotten the whole mental image, really absorbed it, too, when Kyungsoo had rudely burst his bubble.
“You lost the bet,” Kyungsoo reminded him, with an unholy amount of glee. Maybe Kyungsoo wasn’t grinning at him and lording it over him, but there was a glint in his eyes that Joonmyun knew.
“You’re not actually going to make me dress-“
Kyungsoo smirked, and Joonmyun knew he was sunk. Sure, maybe he’d imagined having Kyungsoo do that but it was different when it was him.
There was nothing but air between his thighs. The sleeves were tight and kind of scratchy. Kyungsoo was satisfied at the shirt and skirt, thankfully. Joonmyun didn’t even want to think about putting lace in his hair.
“You can do the dishes and then bring me a drink?” Kyungsoo suggested.
Joonmyun sniffed at him, and the ruffles flounced for him as he turned back toward the kitchen. He thought maybe Kyungsoo would want to see his humiliation, but no, Joonmyun scrubbed the dishes and listened to Kyungsoo watching TV.
“Your drink, sir,” Joonmyun said, tapping his bare toes on the rug as he waited for Kyungsoo to look up. Joonmyun held to his thought that Kyungsoo would’ve looked cute instead. Still, Kyungsoo patted the seat next to him and Joonmyun sat.
“That was good,” Kyungsoo said, and laughed as Joonmyun hummed at him in dissatisfaction.
“Does it at least look cute?”
Kyungsoo paused as though he was actually thinking about it until Joonmyun punched his arm. He grinned and pulled a mostly-willing Joonmyun into his side. He was going to offer to feed Kyungsoo grapes as a tease, but Kyungsoo seemed content to share his drink with Joonmyun. At least for right then, anyway.
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Prompt: Luhan spends too much time with Minseok and even forgets his dates with Sehun to watch soccer. Sehun wants to break up, but happy HunHan ending please :)
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“Hey, where are you at?” Sehun texted. It was ten minutes after, not unusual a time but it bore checking since Lu Han was generally more prompt than that.
He waited another ten minutes, thinking maybe Lu Han was on the train and didn’t hear the text. It happened. Another five, and he was dialing when he got a text in response.
“With Minseok watching soccer!! Call you after”
And that was that. No end punctuation. No apology. No indication that Lu Han had completely forgotten their date. It wasn’t like it was some important landmark date or something, but they’d talked the day before about where they wanted to eat, even.
He liked soccer, too. If Lu Han had wanted to do that instead, he could’ve just asked him over. It was like he was dating Minseok and the large TV instead of him. He treated himself to tea and had his own date. That’s show Lu Han. Maybe.
“Hey, we were going for burgers tonight, right?” Lu Han said, breathless when he answered the phone.
“That was last night,” Sehun said.
And there was silence on the other end of the line, Lu Han thinking.
“Really? I- That’s why you texted me? I’m sorry!”
Sehun opened his mouth to say it was okay, it happened, when Lu Han started having a muffled conversation with someone else, and then the sound of a door closing.
“Sorry, just leaving Minseok’s.”
“Oh, you stayed over?”
“Yeah, game went a little long. It was so good though!”
“I know, I watched part of it,” Sehun said, and wondered if Lu Han would even pick up on that.
“That’s awesome. Hey, I’ll text you when I get out of work okay?”
“Yeah, okay.”
He saw his friends without Lu Han attached to his elbow, so it wasn’t like he was being irrational and thinking that Lu Han couldn’t see Minseok alone. And he didn’t think Lu Han was interested in dating Minseok. It was just, when Lu Han forgot about Sehun, it seemed like he and Minseok just got carried away in their own bubble.
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“Hey, sorry again about last night,” Lu Han said, slipping his arm around Sehun’s back and walking with him toward the restaurant.
Sehun hummed because he couldn’t say it was all right, but he wasn’t exactly angry, either. He was just…
“Do you want to keep dating?” he asked, keeping his head angled a bit so Lu Han could only see his profile. It was a bit cowardly.
“What?” Lu Han asked.
“I don’t know. I just thought you… Maybe. I don’t know.”
Maybe Lu Han could use more time, not having someone hanging off his arm and interrupting his days, or- It didn’t really make sense but he seized on it. He didn’t want Lu Han to take him up on it, was the problem. Offering was stupid when he wanted the answer to be no, and Lu Han could think he wanted to break up. Which, maybe, if Lu Han didn’t want him…?
“Sehun, no.”
Just hearing the word made him shudder a bit, turning into Lu Han and hugging him tight. He listened to Lu Han’s apology and explained it wasn’t just that. Love didn’t always make sense. But Lu Han’s laugh of relief as they hugged, Sehun took it all.
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Prompt: do you mind writing an outside pov of jongin's love relationship with minseok or chanyeol? :3
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It was cute watching them together, but it also a bit wistful. Sometimes Jongin leaned down to whisper a joke to Minseok, eyes lit waiting for the reaction, the smile, the laugh. Minseok didn’t dote on him, not really, but at gatherings or dinners, he’d sidle up at Jongin’s side and put his hand on Jongin’s shoulder. It was some kind of unspoken connection, Jongin leaning in most times or putting his arm around Minseok’s legs. Everyone laughed, though, when Minseok slid into Jongin’s lap and Jongin pretended to try and boot him out.
It wasn’t like it had always been that way. Jongin had almost seemed disinterested, except that his actions said a lot of louder things. He could be so direct, but also so stubborn at the same time. It wasn’t like Minseok just planted himself in front of Jongin and asked for a kiss, but it had almost been like that. It seemed like everyone else knew first, the way they would hole up together in the corner and talk to each other, sharing things on their phones and looking at each other when the other didn’t know.
But they greeted each other, sometimes with hugs or subtle kisses, Jongin carrying Minseok’s coat away so they could get comfortable and visit. One day, he wanted something like that, what they had.
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Prompt: shy boy jongin sukai smut please? smut
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It had taken him so long to figure out that Jongin wanted him. It had been a puzzle, Jongin staying close, and Joonmyun hadn’t been able to figure out why. It hadn’t felt like a friendly thing, and Joonmyun had been oblivious to the want. Not his own, though. He was the one who figured it out, though, the one who caught Jongin’s eyes on the off chance.
He was the one who got on his knees and felt Jongin jerk and moan for all of two minutes before he came in Joonmyun’s mouth. Joonmyun was so delighted with himself, that he’d seen it, that he’d reached for it - Jongin, someone who’d been popping up in his fantasies for a couple of months.
And when he asked Jongin what he wanted, Jongin shook his head and tried to kiss him again and Joonmyun took it at face value. Jongin let himself be pinned to the bed, wrapped his legs around Joonmyun’s hips and moaned for him like he was set alight from the pleasure of Joonmyun stroking inside him. Jongin met his eyes and moaned his name and Joonmyun nearly came before him. But he held out, barely, lifting Jongin’s hips and reveling in his moans,until he collapsed on him, sweaty, exhausted.
He hadn’t been sure how long it would last, when they started, like they were just working the want out to move on. When Jongin started sleeping over, he never really stopped.
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Prompt: uh, could I ask for a fic where puppy boy jongin is more like a cat than his cat boy lover tao who's more like a dog?
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Jongin was no fan of baths while Tao could luxuriate in them for an hour or more, until his fingers were all pruney and his tail fluffed up like a weed. Tao teased him for it constantly, his tail thrashing like he was wagging it, which Jongin wasn’t sure if he did on purpose or not. Maybe he thought he was a dog, like he’d become one just by being around Jongin. Jongin liked napping in warm places, and Tao could sprawl anywhere, grunting and rolling over when Jongin tried to move him out of his place.
“You two are weird,” Kyungsoo said one day, his ear twitching as he looked between them. “It’s like you swapped identities.”
Jongin just stared, but Tao was immediately offended, yelping and standing to his feet.
“What! I’m still me! I’m not a dog!”
“Why do you say it like that when you’re sleeping with one?” Jongin asked, tweaking Tao’s thrashing tail.
Tao pouted down at him, whining as he got his shoulder under Jongin’s arm.
“That’s different.”
Jongin gently butted his head up against Tao’s to let him know he was forgiven, nearly purring when Tao stroked his belly. Maybe he could see what Kyungsoo meant. A little bit anyway.
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Prompt: Can you write a thing about Kyungsoo and his effortless (near satanic) skills of seduction? :3 [I feel like.. you don't seem to write Kyungsoo very often, huh? Hmm...]
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It depended on the person what worked, really. Sometimes it was a smile. Sometimes it was letting his eyes go dark, a little dangerous, or sometimes even soft. Sometimes he quirked his lips and lowered his eyelashes as he looked down someone’s body, and they all but begged.
His friends watched it happened time and again, and they accused him of so many things. The guys he got with passed up taller guys, guys he objectively found to be better looking, for him. They rued the day Kyungsoo kept one, that the guy would be sunk from the very start. It wasn’t like he minded, wasn’t like he led someone on. The one night stands, that was all they were, and glad of it. Sometimes one night became two or three. With Chanyeol it was a week, and they parted satisfied. Minseok had gotten hard every time Kyungsoo put a hand on his neck. Jongin had been desperation.
Yixing, he’d thought it had been meant for one night, but that wasn’t how it worked. When Kyungsoo licked his lips, Yixing reached for him, when he moaned, Yixing’s hips couldn’t keep still. Kyungsoo had heard odes to his mouth and what it could do but Yixing’s made his breath stutter. Sometimes he wondered if the tables had been turned.
“Please,” Yixing moaned, and Kyungsoo knew nothing had changed.
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Prompt: xiulay princes au? http://37.media.tumblr.com/3d617f4bf5fab8d0229dd7bd8e9e4a06/tumblr_n62fm19xES1shiauko3_250.gif
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The sounds of the leather soles of Yixing’s boots seemed loud, the sound of the conversation around him hushed. It hushed for his passage, for the guards striding behind him and the flow of his cloak. He did not kneel or bow, inclining his head in respect because he was not a subject not beneath the prince in front of him. He had not waited for an audience, and perhaps it was too bold, but he had ridden hard that last half day and had no desire to wait outside and wonder when the question that he had to ask was too important.
“I apologize for arriving unannounced,” Yixing said, and Minseok sat forward in his chair.
“It must be important. You look like you’ve been riding hard.”
They had been. They had been, and it hand’t mattered, as Yixing’ knelt. There were murmurs then, and he reached for Minseok’s hand.
“We we-“ When they had last met, Minseok had laughed with him so freely. When he had left, he had thought it would be months, even years before they saw each other again. At least, until he had returned and unpacked. He’d read the letter Minseok had written.
There were words he could not say, not in front of everyone, and so he lifted Minseok’s hand, pressed his lips against the back of it. It looked, perhaps, like supplication, but Minseok inhaled, his fingers curling tight around Yixing’s.
The letter had begun, “My love.”
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Prompt: "you can't simply wear this and forbid me from touching you" het!sukai pls
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“You can't simply wear this and forbid me from touching you.”
Joonmyun raised an eyebrow, tilting her chin as she stared at Jongin. “Oh really? Maybe you won’t get to ever again,” she joked.
Jongin exhaled, and Joonmyun began to crack a little. From someone else, it would’ve sounded quite different. She’d been the one who’d teased that he couldn’t touch, and he’d have never touched her without her wanting him to.
He was just whining.
And in that instance, Joonmyun was inclined to allow it because…she’d dressed up hoping he’d like it anyway, and he began to grin as she hauled him in by his collar.
Jongin touched the silky flow of the skirt where it tumbled over her hips, where it skimmed her waist, her ribs. Half the reason she hadn’t wanted him to touch was that they were going out, and he had a very, very successful way of making her waver on whether she wanted food or wanted to let him talk her out of her underwear.
Her hair was finally just like she wanted it, too, there was that.
“Pretty,” he said,and it could’ve meant so many things, and still Joonmyun’s cheeks flushed.
“Worth buying me dinner?” she asked, and that got his eyes out of her cleavage anyway.
Okay, and she allowed him one kiss. Two, if she was being honest. The third one happened outside the door, so that didn’t count. But when she tucked herself against his side as they waited for a table, she’d gotten them out the door anyway, and she felt very pleased with herself.
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