[Fic] Incantations

[coley_merrin]

Title: Incantations
Pairings: Kai/Jongin/Sehun, Suho/girl!D.O., Sehun+Kai+Suho, Suho/D.O., Chanyeol/D.O., Chen/Jonghyun, Chen/Lay, Suho/Chen, Chanyeol/Kai, Suho/Kai, Kai/everyone, Chen/Kai, Sehun/Chen, Kai/Xiumin, Tao/Zhou Mi, Sehun/Kai, girl!Suho/girl!Xiumin, girl!Suho/Chanyeol, Gen
Rating: up to NC-17
Genre: smut, romance, fluff, angst
Warnings: the first piece with Kai/Jongin/Sehun has some incest

Summary: 22 various prompts.



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Prompt: no one can do the jongin sehun and Kai threesome like you. I would like to request a heavy smut birthday sex. I have been dying for a good threesome... thank you in advance <3 smut and first part has incest

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He had both his boyfriends there, naked and hard, and they wanted to know what he wanted for his birthday from them. They stroked their cocks side by side, like some kind of buffet of gorgeous male bodies that he could choose from.

There hadn’t even been a hesitation when he’d asked, just Jongin meeting Kai’s eyes for a moment.

“Since it’s your birthday,” Jongin said, like he was doing Sehun a really big favor, something never done before.

But that didn’t keep Sehun’s cock from throbbing when Kai rested back against the pillows, and Jongin wrapped his lips around Kai’s cock. Sehun’s ass hit the chair harder than expected, groping his own cock and playing spectator as Jongin’s gorgeous lips sucked his twin’s cock. They were exact copies of each other, and it could have been just as easily Kai sucking Jongin, or maybe both at once - he’d save that one - except for technique. Kai sucked boldly and Jongin lingered, like he was savoring having a cock in his mouth. That time was no different, bobbing his head on Kai’s cock, silken glide of reddening lips and the sounds of eager sucking as Kai moaned and gripped Jongin’s hair.

“Who sucks better?” Sehun asked, and Kai sent him an amused look broken up as Jongin moaned around him.

“Whoever’s sucking at the time,” Kai moaned, and fucked up into Jongin’s mouth. Jongin let him moaning as he sucked and jerked on Kai’s cock. He was hard, too, Sehun saw, his cock dripping as he knelt for his brother. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Jongin.”

Sehun cupped his own cock, moaning as he watched Kai bury his cock in Jongin’s mouth and come. He was writhing in unrestrained pleasure, pushing up as he kept coming and Jongin sucked him through it. When Jongin let Kai’s cock go, his lips were shiny with come and Kai’s cock was almost soft. He rested his head on Kai’s belly and smiled at Sehun - or rather at Sehun’s cock.

“What next, birthday boy?”

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He wanted both.

He’d always wanted both.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, and it came out sounding all breathy and weird as Jongin didn’t hesitate, shoving Kai against the wall and taking his place with legs parted and lube open immediately. Kai just grunted good-naturedly, used to getting shoved around and too pleased to be angry. Jongin was more than ready, fucking himself with two fingers and reaching to stroke Sehun’s cock.

“In me, now.”

Hey, and he thought it was his birthday, but he’d been the one to tell Jongin he wanted to fuck him so there was that. Jongin squeezed so tight around him it made it hard to push in, inch by inch enveloping himself as Jongin panted and gripped his shoulders.

“I’d have fucked you earlier but I liked watching too much.”

Jongin moaned, his eyes rolling as Sehun began to fuck in earnest. He couldn’t help himself, the way that Jongin took him in, the way that Jongin reached for him, kissed him. Sehun could taste come on his lips, moaning as he fucked desperately, his fingers wrapping around Jongin’s cock and tugging until he was bleating, coming, arching off the bed under Sehun and so fucking tight. Kai caught Sehun’s face, flickering his tongue into Sehun’s mouth as Sehun kept fucking Jongin.

“Gonna come in him,” Kai said, gripping the back of Sehun’s neck and nipping at his bottom lip, his chin. Jongin twisted both of his nipples and Sehun bucked, frantically fucking until he caught the orgasm promised him. He moaned into Kai’s mouth, Jongin squeezing around him, and came until it drained him, panting and lowering himself onto the bed between Kai and Jongin.

“One for every year, right?” Jongin teased, and Sehun smacked his ribs.

He got to drift, for a little while at least, humming in displeasure a while later when he felt the bed shift. He was a little cold, he guessed. If someone was getting a blanket that was okay.

At least, until he felt a kiss in between his shoulder blades.

“Eh?” he asked, hearing the lube being opened.

Another kiss on his shoulder, and Kai said, “Jongin got to make you come. It’s my turn.”

Sehun moaned, still half out of it as Kai eased fingers into him, his body giving a little and stirring in helpless interest at the gentle pumping motion. It was like he was being fucked, but not quite and he woke, more, more, widening his knees and lifting his hips. It wasn’t enough for Kai, helping him up until he had his knees under him, his chest still resting on the bed. And that was how he was when Kai knelt behind him, eased his cock into him.

They were pretty much the same, Kai and Jongin, little differences like veins and subtle curvature. It still felt like he knew the cock that took him, grunting as Kai worked deeper, not delicate in the least, not that he had to be.

“I want a taste,” Jongin said, kissing Sehun’s shoulder and making his eyes go wide as he wiggled down beside Sehun, under him. Kai was fucking him, Jongin licking at his cock. All he could do was lower his head and groan, growing harder between Jongin’s lips. If he could have, he would have tried sucking Jongin too, like they’d done times before, but he couldn’t move, moaning as the bed shuddered under him from Kai’s thrusts. It moved him into Jongin’s engulfing mouth, sucking, swallowing around him, and his body reacted like it had been a week since he had come, not less than an hour.

“Uhh,” he started, and he meant it as warning as Kai pulled his hips back and made Sehun see stars. “I-“

He heard Kai groan, felt his hips jerk, and realized Kai was coming - realized it and felt himself tipping just from knowing. It was different than with Jongin, like he had no way of stopping, like he was just overtaken.

All Jongin did was moan around him as Sehun came, sucking the come out of him even as Kai rocked into him through his orgasm. It was only after Jongin’s mouth came away from him, wet, that Kai backed away, helpfully kicking Sehun’s legs out so he could lie flat. Otherwise he might have fallen asleep just like that with his butt up in the air.

“There, I got a turn,” Kai rumbled.

“Or did I make him come twice?” Jongin teased, sparking a shoving match over his back.

“Yes, good,” Sehun agreed, and felt his hair being ruffled as a blanket was pulled over him and warm skin pressing against his sides.

“Happy birthday,” he was told, and for once he wasn’t sure who had said it. Maybe both. Probably both. It had been a good day.

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Prompt: hetero!kyungmyeon? Inspired by nature republic cf where suho hugs that cute model

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“I just want you to know I’m here under protest.”

Joonmyun’s eyes widened a bit. “I’m sorry?”

Kyungsoo tilted her head and considered him. “I’m sure you are. I bet you come here to dance every week, don’t you?”

“Ballroom dancing is fun!” Joonmyun began. And when she looked unimpressed, he offered, “It’s good exercise?”

She laughed, the counting on her face obvious as he walked her through the basic steps of the waltz. “How many guys come here just to pick up girls?”

“There are a lot of married couples. And just. Couples,” he said. It wasn’t like he was an instructor, like he had to defend himself. Kyungsoo had come with a friend, and a guy the friend was obviously hoping to be more than a friend with. But that had left Kyungsoo to be paired up with Joonmyun, who was free and also experienced. Once Kyungsoo had been given instructions, cute in her knee-length skirt and high-collared sweater, they’d been let loose to practice together. There were only six or seven couples altogether, so it wasn’t a crowded floor, all the better for helping Kyungsoo adjust.

“And I haven’t picked up a girl yet,” Joonmyun threw in for good measure, not that it seemed like she believed him particularly. Though he certainly wasn’t counting it out one day, and plus there was something about dancing to music that was soothing, satisfying. That was the main reason he was there.

“I bet he’s going to take her home,” Kyungsoo muttered, staring over his shoulder at her friends. And Joonmyun wasn’t sure if he was supposed to apologize or not. “So, has a girl tried to pick you up?”

Joonmyun almost trod all over her very nice shoe. “What?”

“She’s not going to leave me here, and she’ll feel obligated to go home with me, but if I have someone to leave with…”

Oh. She was giving her friend options, not asking him out. “That’s fine. If she doesn’t want to go with him, I’ll… I’ll just stay back until you know if you need me or not.”

Maybe he got a coffee date out of it, or maybe Kyungsoo abandoned him the second they were out of eyesight, either way he was helping her out so he didn’t mind.

Kyungsoo considered him after executing a very respectable turn for a beginner.

She left with her friend after all. But, she also left with his number.

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Prompt: Interns Sekai are fighting for more than just the job, getting into their boss' pants are at stake as well

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There could have been only one job at the end of things, possibly two, or even none. The problem was, there were two of them. It gave them a few moments, staring each other down, scowling when the other got praised. All they could do was their best, hoping to network, hoping to show they were both valuable so even if they didn’t get a job, they’d at least get a reference.

Somewhere around week two, or maybe three, Sehun got Jongin ogling Joonmyun, their direct supervisor, as he he tried to smash the copy machine into submission. It was a nice view, and the muttered threats were, if not sexy, then at least funny.

“Sleeping with the boss isn’t a good way of getting a job,” Sehun said out of the corner of his mouth, staring ahead like he wasn’t even talking to Jongin.

And Jongin scowled at him. “Like you can talk. You were rubbing all over his arm the other day.”

Sehun opened his mouth to protest, but-

Okay, it was true. They stared at each other a little more intensely. It wasn’t just the possibility of a job then. Trying to sleep with Joonmyun or even sleeping with them, had the possibility of sabotaging their chances.

Joonmyun made a sound of triumph, whirling around with toner ink smeared on one cheek.

Jongin smirked at him like he was some kind of low-hanging fruit. And Sehun made up his mind.

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Prompt: Junmyeon loving Kyungsoo's love-handles but Kyungsoo will never believe him :3

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There was just plenty of him to hold on to. And Kyungsoo usually stared at him, level and unimpressed, making Joonmyun have to explain himself. He didn’t mean that to imply anything at all, he just meant that he had options. Whether those were Kyungsoo’s thighs, or his hips, his waist, his ass. Places firm and soft and warm, and places that got firmer the longer he held on. He liked those. And Kyungsoo rolled his eyes at him.

He got to hold on when he was kissing Kyungsoo, or when Kyungsoo was on top of him, or even when he wasn’t grabbing like draping all over his unimpressed back when Kyungsoo was sleeping, or cooking, or-

“I should work out more,” Kyungsoo said, and at the query from Joonmyun, he pointed at his sides.

And got a blank stare. “I like your body?”

“Is that a question?”

“I like,” Joonmyun said again, miming the shape of Kyungsoo’s body. “I like it all. A lot.”

And he hauled himself out of the chair when Kyungsoo was about to turn away and ignore him. It took only a few steps to get up behind Kyungsoo, squeezing down on his hips.

“You want me to show you?”

KYungsoo looked back at him. “You think that’ll prove anything?”

Well, no, it wasn’t like it took much to get him interested, but-

It was worth trying.

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Prompt: Hrm... A ChanSoo running with this: http://theexostyle.files.wordpress.com/2012/07/s_lofficielhommeskorea_sehund-o-baekhyun1.jpg ; (Like Dom!Soo and Puppy!Yeol at Lost Planet), please! ^o^

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It was exasperating, sometimes, but not infuriating, when Chanyeol pushed the boundaries. It was mostly when they were alone, because he had goofed off a few times in public, and the way he had gone quiet, not that smile in his eyes as he backed away - that had been worse than Kyungsoo’s own mortification. The cuddling had been so desperate that night, like Chanyeol was trying to leech his feelings through Kyungsoo’s skin. Chanyeol had disciplined himself.

He loved when Chanyeol bellied up against his knees when Kyungsoo sat, on the couch, a chair, it didn’t matter. His face was so open, eyes taking in all of Kyungsoo’s face like he was writing it to memory even as he waited.

“Is there something I can do for you?” Kyungsoo asked, his voice so light and unassuming. At least for right then. And Chanyeol all but beamed.

“Maybe,” Chanyeol said, and he touched his bottom lip, angling up his face a bit and his eyes going wide as Kyungsoo

He heard Chanyeol swallow, his shallow breaths, and saw his eyelashes lifting as he asked for a kiss.

“Do you think you’ve earned it?”

He could feel the beginnings of a smile when he kissed Chanyeol, his lips warm and giving, and that was his answer.

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Prompt: I wonder if this hasn't been done before...? Ehehe. 2Jong. Jonghyun is very appreciative of Jongdae's voice during their time singing "A Day Without You" together. (It's okay to think dirty. :D)

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His voice resonated, and that was really the word for it. Maybe it sent chills up his spine but it caused a lot of other reactions, too. He wanted to hear more, he wanted that tingle in his hands, his scalp, like his skin was reacting to Jongdae’s voice as well.

And they way their voices blended together.

He knew it would be like that, when he got Jongdae flushed, when the moans from his throat were desperate and needy as Jonghyun’s teeth scraped along his thighs. He writhed with that cheeky smile like he was trying to egg Jonghyun on, and when it melted off Jonghyun knew he was doing something right.

Once Jongdae had asked him for advice, polite, his eyes dark as he leaned in and listened. But he also listened as Jonghyun sang, his eyes closing, drinking it in. He’d wanted to see if their moans would meld just as nicely, the sound of Jongdae gasping his name, the feeling of him moaning against Jonghyun’s lips, and raking his fingers down Jonghyun’s scalp - and laughing when Jonghyun growled at him.

He flicked the edge of the sheet at Jongdae’s face and got a pitiful whine. But the day wasn’t waiting for them to be ready.

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Prompt: domestic Chen/Lay

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“Yixing,” was the complaint, almost tremulous a Jongdae whined. And it wasn’t like he was doing much, just nudging his nail along of the the three kinged checkers he had already. And Jongdae was only down to two pieces altogether, as they faced each other, bellies down on the living room floor.

Jongdae was too smart for his own good sometimes, because he knew Yixing’s strategy at tic tac toe, and beat him at rock paper scissors too often, and figured out that Yixing was interested in creating interesting patterns on the chess board - and arguing the rules.

Checkers, though. He knew when he was winning because Jongdae got that little panicked look in his eye, like he couldn’t believe he’d just been had. One moment of inattention, one too-triumphant move, and suddenly Jongdae was in retreat.

“What am I going to have to do if you win?” Jongdae asked, like he was trying to weasel out ahead of time.

“If?” Yixing teased. The only way Jongdae could beat him at that point was if he got five moves in a row.

Jongdae looked over the board, saw his chances, and knew they were nil.

“I’ll do the dishes?” he offered. And Yixing smiled at him.

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Prompt: suchen / manners optional setting: domestic au

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There was something kind of ridiculously cute when Joonmyun went a bit tight-mouthed when someone did something rude.

“That’s not very polite,” he’d say half under his breath, picking at a non-existent spot on Jongdae’s shirt to give himself some kind of plausible deniability.

It wasn’t like Joonmyun was a total stick in the mud, because he knew how to let loose, but he had standards, and Jongdae apparently fit most of those. They never had to squabble over toothpaste tubes or toilet seats or leaving dirty dishes in the sink. He took a lackadaisical approach to the bedcovers, but Joonmyun was almost always the last one out of it anyway, and given the choice between vacuuming and bed making, Joonmyun took the latter every time.

But that was just chores, not please and thank yous, and nudging Jongdae’s foot off of something it shouldn’t have been on, and telling him how nice it was to go out with someone who didn’t embarrass him constantly. Just every so often because his laugh was loud and people stared, but Joonmyun was laughing, too.

“I have to warn you,” Jongdae said, rubbing Joonmyun’s hip after they’d finished watching a movie. “This isn’t going to be very polite?”

Joonmyun’s brows rose. “Oh?”

And it turned into half a shout as Jongdae pulled Joonmyun up and hauled him over his shoulder for the quick walk to the bedroom. Joonmyun’s laugh told him he didn’t mind at all.

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Prompt: SuChen, please? Hehe. http://37.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mefqxxJ66c1qjiu7do1_500.jpg smut

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Joonmyun didn’t just allow it - he wanted it. By the time Jongdae cupped the back of Joonmyun’s head, Joonmyun’s lips were wet and parted - red from kissing Jongdae - and ready for the cock Jongdae offered him. He couldn’t see the smile in Joonmyun’s eyes but it had been there seconds earlier, just before Joonmyun had sunk onto his knees. His lips rolled over the head of Jongdae’s cock and he grit his teeth to keep from thrusting right away. Joonmyun would let him know when, like he always did, when he got his fill of mapping out Jongdae’s cock with his lips and swirling tongue.

He knew when Joonmyun swallowed the second time, his lips as far as he could go, that he could start. And Joonmyun moaned around him as Jongdae’s hips began to rock, back, forward, sliding through warm lips and out of a sucking mouth like Joonmyun was trying to keep him there and wanted him back urgently. He did it for the sounds Joonmyun made, for the sight of him trying to take more and more of Jongdae’s cock, bracing himself with Jongdae’s thighs and sucking desperately as Jongdae thrust in deep and paused. He could feel the orgasm rising as he did it again, and he moaned, fucking Joonmyun’s mouth and trying not to let his rhythm shatter, and on two hard, stuttered thrusts, he came all over Joonmyun’s tongue, to Joonmyun’s delighted moans. He tightened his hand on Joonmyun’s head with every spasm, swaying as Joonmyun sucked his cock and then sucked him clean.

Joonmyun’s lips were even more red and swollen, glossed with come as he licked them and smirked up at Jongdae. He was going to need some assistance making it to bed after that. But it had been worth it.

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Prompt: estranged best friends chankai reuniting in high school after a fall out in middle school please? plus lots of unrequited love feels involved please :)

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Even if it had been a few years, Jongin would’ve know that walk anywhere. It didn’t matter if Chanyeol had seemed to have sprouted up a foot, he was still so much, too much, like Jongin remembered. His face had slimmed, ears poking out maybe more strangely than Jongin remembered, but the smile was exact. Jongin wished he could’ve been swallowed back into the wall, like some kind of all seeing eye was turning toward him, when Chanyeol looked his way. It had been that long, maybe Chanyeol wouldn’t-

Chanyeol recognized him immediately, his head lifting further, an almost-smile curling his lips before he clearly remembered. They shouldn’t have been happy to see each other. The last time they’d seen each other, or even talked, they’d been shouting, angry, a flurry of closed doors and deleted phone numbers. Chanyeol had been his best friend, and sometimes when Chanyeol had leaned next to him it had seemed like he couldn’t get enough of it, his heart leaping a bit when Chanyeol smiled at his approach, even as girls seemed to catch Chanyeol’s eye. He’d moped for days, until his mother had sighed at him. She’d probably thought they’d make up, but Chanyeol had moved, and that had been that.

Chanyeol didn’t just pass on by like Jongin hoped, stopping a couple of feet away and pressing his lips together.

“You’re going to school here, too?”

Obviously. And so was the way Chanyeol’s voice had deepened.

“Since a few days ago,” Jongin said, shifting.

“Cool,” Chanyeol said, though it was a neutral statement. Jongin had the same feeling. “Well, then, I’ll see you?”

Undoubtedly. But he nodded, clenching his fists inside of his coat pocket as he watched Chanyeol walk away. There had been that tiny smile. There hadn’t been anger. Things had changed. They had changed. There was no reason to believe anything could be different. But even through that worry there was that silly clutch inside that made him wonder if he could even be friends with Chanyeol without, even in some small way, hoping for more.

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Prompt: Suho usually takes pride in his milky white skin but now he has a lover who prefers to mark him up~ [even he has to admit the bite marks above his collar bones are rather enticing, although they're a real bitch to hide]

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It stopped right at the edge of too much, the twist of discomfort, the edge of pain, it was all heightened as Jongin stroked his skin, got him hard and kept him there as he marked Joonmyun’s skin with his mouth, his teeth. The marks were tender to the touch, rarely in the same place except on his neck, and those were most difficult. High collars, scarves, trying to discover how to have a deft hand with concealer.

Jongin liked tugging his collar down, seeing the mark he’d left, pressing his lips against them, soft, so much softer than when it had been left that it made Joonmyun shiver. Joonmyun liked touching them after a shower, stark against his skin and a reminder that Jongin wasn’t far even if he wasn’t there right then. When he tilted his head and offered his skin, Jongin knew what he wanted, something they shared. They healed, and Jongin made another, and Joonmyun rested content with Jongin beside him.

He probed a mark he’d left on Jongin’s skin, just below his collarbone, and it made him smile to see it, humming. He wondered if Jongin felt the same when he looked at Joonmyun.

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Prompt: a fic wherein EXO realises that jongin is all grown up and beautiful and everyone fights to be his first kiss? :)

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No one tried to steal it, there was that. It was respect for Jongin, and also just not being huge jerks about it. Sometimes Jongin could feel himself being looked at, a thoughtful look from Chanyeol, or a pointed one from Minseok. He hadn’t gotten it at first, and Sehun had been just as clueless until he’d gone off faithfully like some kind of hound and asked.

“They figured out you’re hot,” Sehun told hime without ceremony.

Jongin balked. “What?”

“They like your face, and want to kiss you,” Sehun clarified, with absolutely no clarity whatsoever. He also said it like he couldn’t believe what he was saying, but there was that speculative look too, that had Jongin turning away so he didn’t flush and actually let Sehun see.

But the others found out that he knew, and they weren’t exactly subtle about it.

“Everyone has to have a first kiss sometime.”

Well, no, that wasn’t actually true, but Jongin got the point.

“It’d be an honor,” Baekhyun had said, and Jongin was mildly horrified that he didn’t know if Baekhyun meant it as a joke, especially considering that Baekhyun had been beaten down with pillows three seconds later by anyone with reach.

But it actually started to stress him out a bit, wondering who he’d choose, when, why. He wondered if the others would understand if he didn’t, if he did, if they’d be offended or hurt, or question their closeness, or-

“It’s not a requirement,” Joonmyun told him. “It doesn’t have to be soon, or ever. The idea just really has them enamored.”

Joonmyun said all of that while doing the enviable job of trying to mate up various socks. Jongin was supposed to be helping. He was more watching, and laughing as Joonmyun accidentally turned a sock wrong-side out by grabbing the wrong one.

“Do you want to, too?” Jongin asked.

Joonmyun blinked up at him. “What?”

“Does the idea have you enamored, too?” he asked, and barely got the words out, because they sounded so wrong and self-congratulator.

Joonmyun made a sound that wasn’t agreement or disagreement, his ears turning red before his cheeks started to. Yes, maybe. All he’d been trying to tell Jongin was that it was his choice to do it, whenever or not.

So, he remembered that Joonmyun’s hands were full of who even knew whose socks when he tickled up Joonmyun’s chin and leaned in. And there was a moment, a sweet one, where Joonmyun realized what he was doing, when his lips curved and then softened, his eyes dipping as he leaned in and met Jongin’s kiss halfway.

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Prompt: "A Gemini will always verbally express their feelings. If they love you, you will hear about it constantly" Junmyeon is a Gemini, sudi pls

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“I really like those pants,” Joonmyun said, and the little trilling sound from Kyungsoo’s throat made Joonmyun grin. He didn’t say it to get a rise out of Kyungsoo, but because he meant it, kind of like when they woke up and Kyungsoo was ready to get up except for Joonmyun muttering things into the back of his neck.

It never bothered him that he’d been the one to say “I love you” first, though he’d said it in a dozen other ways before really saying it. But Kyungsoo’s eyes went a bit soft, as long as Joonmyun didn’t get sappy in front of people, because that was when he sometimes got a glare. It was words for him, affirmation, some gentle kind of amazement and joy that hey, he really loved Kyungsoo, and they were together, and Kyungsoo was his.

“Now what?” Kyungsoo said, catching sight of the grin on Joonmyun’s face. But he wasn’t impatient, a smile curving his lips just before he puckered up to meet Joonmyun’s kiss.

When Kyungsoo leaned against him, Joonmyun heard it, felt it, grinning as their arms twined together in the middle of a dinner. He’d wait til they got home, to watch Kyungsoo’s eyes light up just for him.

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Prompt: hi coley! mind if I ask for chenkai dom-sub where jongin crossdresses as a high school girl for his stressed out dom? smut

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Jongdae had been stressed. Sometimes it wasn’t easy to tell, the way his eyes reflected it, the way he slept, restless, the way his hugs got a bit harder. Jongin wanted to do something to help, something that wasn’t his usual tactic of massage or hot showers or teasing Jongdae hard and sucking him off until he was wrung out.

He had a ribbon, a single one, tied tight around a lock of hair. He had dark shoes, and socks, white and pristine that went nearly to his knees,. He had a dark gray skirt that went halfway down in the other direction, and a buttoned shirt that was tied up at his waist. He looked, almost, like a school girl. Had he had a wig, maybe he’d have put it on, but he’d tried, from the gloss on his lips to the clasp of his hands as he waited, breathing, as Jongdae looked him over. He was waiting for approval, for Jongdae to accept him, to want him. And he got it, as Jongdae set aside the laptop that had been on his lap.

“So pretty.”

Jongin smoothed down his skirt like he was shy about it, which he kind of was. It made him feel way out there and the way Jongdae looked at him was making him forget himself.

“Lift up your skirt for me and show me if you’ve been good.”

Jongin obeyed at once. He almost hadn’t worn anything under the skirt at all but the feel of the panties had been nicer than he’d expected and he wanted Jongdae’s eyes to go wide just like that when he lifted his skirt. His cock twitched again against the silk, taking a hard telltale throb as he exposed himself to Jongdae. He stood, fighting the urge to shift as Jongdae looked him over, watching Jongdae’s fingers tightening on his legs. And he stayed that way even when Jongdae stood, as Jongdae nosed along his jaw, breathing him in.

“Are you wet?” Jongdae asked against his neck, his fingers sliding up under his skirt, over the panties, over the curve of Jongin’s ass.

And Jongin’s breath hitched. “Yes. I’m wet for you.”

“Maybe you’re not so good if you’re wet already,” Jongdae teased. And a moment later, Jongdae touched Jongin’s lips with his thumb. It came away, sticky and Jongdae hummed. “Almost too pretty to be wrapped around my cock.”

Jongin inhaled. “No, please. Please, let me suck you. I want to, please. If you’ll let me.”

To taste Jongdae, to hear him moan, to have his cock filling his mouth. When Jongdae offered his thumb, still shiny from gloss, Jongin moaned as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked it as though it was a little cock. And he felt chastised when Jongdae pulled it free. But Jongdae stroked his lips again.

“Okay. Get on your knees, baby.”

Jongin’s face flamed at the endearment, but he dropped down, his skirt fluttering around his thighs as Jongdae stroked his hair.

“Cute,” Jongdae said, as he plucked at the ribbon Jongin had tied there. He just stood there, making Jongin wait as he stroked Jongin’s hair, his neck, his shoulders. He made Jongin wait when inches from his nose was the obvious bulge of Jongdae’s cock. But he hadn’t been given permission to touch, to open Jongdae’s pants and suck. It didn’t matter if his mouth was wet and ready for it, if his cock was getting harder, anticipating. Jongin nearly whimpered when Jongdae gripped his head and rubbed his cock against Jongin’s cheek. He could smell Jongdae through the cloth, feel him, hard.

“Please,” he said.

Because as long as he didn’t touch, as long as Jongdae didn’t say not to, he could beg as much as he wanted. It didn’t mean he was going to get it, but he was going to let Jongdae know he wanted it.

“You want to get me wet for you?” and fuck, Jongin pleaded. “Go ahead.”

It took two tries to undo the button on Jongdae’s pants, but only one to lower the zipper even strained as it was. Jongdae was humming, encouraging him, his voice low as Jongin nuzzled him through his dark briefs for a moment. But it was a quick moment, because Jongin knew getting Jongdae’s cock in his mouth was one step he had to take before Jongdae decided what he wanted next. Maybe Jongin would be on his knees still, or on his back. He didn’t care which. But he wanted the taste of Jongdae’s cock in his mouth when it happened. His own cock throbbed as he set Jongdae’s free and he pulled it down with two fingers, meeting Jongdae’s cock with his tongue, and then with his lips as he let his lips roll over it. Jongdae still had his head cradled in his hands, beginning to rock his hips forward almost as soon as Jongin began to suck. He did his best to keep up with Jongdae, wriggling his tongue, opening his jaw to take more, to try and swallow more. He’d done that so many times, while Jongdae was watching TV, when he was relaxing in bed, in the shower, eating dinner. Jongdae had come in his mouth, all over his face and neck and chest. He liked it, liked sucking Jongdae clean and liked when Jongdae watched him jerk himself off after, when Jongdae urged him to. When he came, he cleaned that up, too, pressing his face against Jongdae’s thighs, his belly, or curling up onto the couch with him, onto his shoulder in bed. He sucked harder just remembering.

“That’s enough,” Jongdae said, pulling back his cock until it curved up on its own. “Before I get tempted to come in your mouth before we even get your panties off.”

Jongin squirmed, staying on his knees as Jongdae sat back in the middle of the couch, his legs partly spread and inviting. It took only a gesture of his hand for Jongin to scramble up, to stand there waiting, looking down as he followed Jongdae’s gaze and the way his cock had started to press out against the skirt.

“You always get hard when you suck me,” Jongdae said, satisfied. “Let me see those panties again.”

Jongin lifted the skirt again, stood, breathing deep and trying to breathe slow as Jongdae felt along his thighs, the smoothness of them, tracing up the edges of his hips and hooking his fingertips on the thin waistband.

“They’re wet, front and back,” Jongdae said, amused, and Jongin wasn’t sure if he flushed or if it was want that swamped him. He wanted Jongdae’s cock before all of the lube dried up. The panties dropped and his cock bobbed, brushing against Jongdae’s fingers. Jongdae leaned back, eyes taking him in from knee to hip, to mouth, until Jongdae met his eyes. From the lube they kept there, Jongdae slicked his cock as he stared at Jongin, and he leaned back, lips curving with his cock bare and pants still caught around his thighs.

“Climb on.”

Jongin dropped the skirt, leaning and bracing himself on the couch as he knelt over Jongdae’s hips gripped Jongdae’s hard cock and began to take him in. He’d been wet and ready and Jongdae was so slick, and still it stretched him, making him moan as he angled his hips and slid down as far as he dared before lifting and doing it all over again. And all Jongdae had to do was watch him sweat and move and enjoy. The shoes fell off, one by one, thudding against the floor as he began to rock, to ride the cock inside him properly, squeezing it tight, taking it deep. It took long, delicious slides inside of him, sending sparks of pleasure through him. He was just Jongin then, desperate to come, desperate to make Jongdae happy, balls aching at the sounds Jongdae made as he spurred Jongin on.

His thighs strained, nearly overpowering the throbbing of his cock as it fought against the material of the skirt. He adjusted the material and Jongdae’s eyes were glued on it as Jongin rode him, fondling Jongin’s hips and rubbing the skin between his waistband and the shirt.

“Jongin,” Jongdae moaned.

“Your cock feels so good,” Jongin said. “Please.”

Please. He gasped as Jongdae pulled him forward, holding him close and using him as leverage as Jongdae’s hips pounded up against him. He moaned, helpless, his cock aching with the friction, trapped between them, and Jongdae’s lips were catching at his neck.

“Please,” he moaned. “Please, can I come!”

It felt like he was keening as Jongdae fucked into him, so close, trying to wait, trying to-

“Come,” Jongdae said, permission, order, and he caught at Jongin’s neck with his teeth.

Jongin moaned, clutching the couch and letting the orgasm take him, coming against the cloth of the skirt as Jongdae’s cock compelled him. All he could do was hold on and come, moaning Jongdae’s name as Jongdae gripped his hips and slid deep to come in him. He moaned his delight at every desperate slide, even after they slowed, gentled, like he could feel Jongdae’s pleasure, too.

They were a mess, gasping, Jongin sprawled all over him. He hoped it made Jongdae feel better as Jongin held him. To be close to Jongdae, he knew it had worked for him.

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Prompt: fic prompt! (:D ?) Sehun's feeling down in the dumps and has locked himself in a room, not wanting to open the door for anyone, but he does let Jongdae in. ("All I need is you, hyung.") ft. Jongdae's hugs b/c they look wonderful and I want one (from anyone will do, really. ::hugs you tightly:: ;A; )

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There were a number of knocks, soft voices from the other side of the door. He didn’t want them, but he did at the same time, which was a horrible feeling because it felt sort of masochistically right that he was denying himself. He just felt wrong, and he wasn’t even sure if he was ready to feel right again, with that niggling fear that maybe he wouldn’t. He had to, though. He had to.

And he held out, until he heard Jongdae’s voice, ad felt something like nakedness sweep over him, like he wasn’t all there.

“Are you alone?” Sehun asked, his hand hovering at the door knob. He waited. He nearly prayed.

“I’m alone,” Jongdae said, and Sehun opened the door for him, locking it immediately after.

Jongdae didn’t make a move for him, hardly even looked directly at him. He didn’t ask, not with words, just standing there as some kind of offering until Sehun couldn’t stand it any more and almost mowed right over him. But Jongdae was right there, he was ready, arms cinching tight around Sehun and almost squeezing the air out of him at the same time he anchored Sehun down. Jongdae’s head rubbed against his, and Sehun nearly gasped, feeling like he was being stretched out, supported, a muscle relaxing and letting go, only it was his whole everything that Jongdae was starting to get to as Sehun poked his head into Jongdae’s neck and held onto him.

“Is there anything I can get for you? Someone you want to talk to?” Jongdae asked.

Sehun shook his head, rattling both of them. “All I need is you, hyung."

They sat after a while, though on the bed instead of Sehun just dragging Jongdae onto the floor. He let Jongdae pull him in, get him arranged, leaning on him, though not so heavily that Jongdae would need to make him move. And slowly, Sehun began to let go.

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Prompt: hospitalised minseok who's always quiet about how he feels about jongin starts exalting about jongin's beauty and what not when on drugs please? :)

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“How’s he doing?” Jongin asked, peering around Chanyeol’s shoulder into the hospital room where Minseok was recovering from a sudden appendectomy.

“Good! He’s been up and wobbling. They gave him the good drugs, apparently,” Chanyeol joked. “He’s asked where you are. Go in.”

Maybe Minseok had or hadn’t asked for him, but it was obvious that his eyes lit up when he saw it was Jongin that entered in front of Chanyeol. Sehun was curled up in a chair, a waggle of his eyebrows his main greeting. Minseok, though. Minseok was…

“Jongin!” Minseok said. The hand was steady but insisted, and Jongin stepped right up to him, almost grasping Minseok’s hand when Minseok continued. “Pretty Jongin.”

His hand bobbled, nearly missing Minseok’s but catching it just at the last moment as Sehun hiccuped behind him.

“I’m not pretty,” Jongin corrected gently. He wasn’t, and he’d insisted on it so many times. Not even to the drugged, was he pretty.

“No, you’re not,” Minseok agreed, his tone very grand as Sehun hiccuped in laughter even louder. “You’re gorgeous!”

Jongin looked behind him for help but Sehun was staring at the wall, and Chanyeol was studiously examining the arm of his chair. Not even hissing at them got a response, and he turned back to see Minseok looking at him with such adoring eyes.

“So pretty. Pretty, pretty Jongin. Even when you’re sweaty. You kind of gleam? And your jaw is so nice and those lips. Did you really come to see me?”

There were a number of giggling snorts from behind him and they did not help the burning in Jongin’s cheeks as he nodded and squeezed Minseok’s hand.

“Yeah, I’m here to see you,” Jongin said.

When Minseok drifted off, Jongin yanked Chanyeol into the hallway. “He really is on good drugs. Did he say stuff like that to you?”

“He was talking weird,” Chanyeol said. “But not like that. You must be special.”

Right, Jongin thought, rubbing at the side of his neck. Special.

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Prompt: hi coley! can I ask for a high school au where fem!jongin is the manager to the school's basketball team and the guys (EXO) all have hearts in their eyes for her and are super overprotective? (bonus if someone tries to confess to her and their papa bears come out) :)

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There had been a certain amount of bucking her authority at first, because, well, boys. But whatever their varied opinions, and in some cases slobbering devotion, was, she was damn good and the relevant people knew it. She’d known things were looking up with a rival school’s captain had tried to insult her. And oh, what he’d said, she’d heard from people at her own school at times too. But that day, she had a line of almost-men stepping up like some kind of knights she didn’t need. They liked her for her, protected her because she was a part of the team. And that was pretty cool.

Though, not all of school life was about basketball and the team. Some guys she glared off, some like her lab partner were actually kind of cute. He was interesting, and he played soccer, and he didn’t ogle her gratuitously when she could see him.

In fact, her only mistake was opening her mouth to say he’d asked to meet her after school. She’d been excited, she reasoned. That made total sense. She wasn’t even sure who she’d said it to that was the issue. She suspected Chanyeol.

She was basking. She had a crush. He liked her, too, all said in the shadow of the school. They were halfway through negotiating a dating schedule - not on game days, or pre-game days, or interrupting practice, or-

“Is that…? Are they…?”

Jongin turned, hearing the hesitation, the slight worry. What she saw were three ogres hulking near the corner like they wouldn’t be spotted. They were basketball players for fuck’s sake.

She wasn’t a damsel who was going to be carried off to some neighboring country.

“They’re dead men,” Jongin decided, and something in her expression had them scattering like the wind.

Which allowed her to turn right back around, a triumphant smile on her face. Just as she liked.

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Prompt: I just saw your tweet w/ Tao and Mi and your heart melting into a puddle and OMG *_____* COLEYYYY you probbaly did already but could you write a cute TaoMi? Like, idk, Tao being excited and taking him to the beach in his hometown? (I'm still backtracking and will reply to your tweets eventually) -Eo

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There were so many places he hadn’t been, but there was something about going with someone that was even more interesting. There was history there, in the little nooks, memories that could almost be felt as the stories were told. The beach wasn’t totally deserted but Tao walked along it like it was his own personal beach, leading Zhou Mi to places there were no people.

“This was as far as my parents would let me go without one of them coming along,” Tao said, crouching on a rock and waving out at the water with a stick. Zhou Mi could imagine him as that child who just wanted to explore and felt like he was being held back somehow.

“They wanted to make sure they had a son to come back home,” Zhou Mi said, and Tao grinned up at him a bit sly but understanding too. A lot of wisdom came with age. There were no parents to keep them from continuing, from taking off their shoes and wading in the water. Tao was much, much warmer than the water, draping himself against Zhou Mi’s back and laughing into his ear.

“How long do we get to stay?”

At least that day, as long as the water would let them.

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Prompt: mafia!au sekai a` la the god father? idk gang politics and betrayal and all that jazz. I'm terrible at making up plot Y_Y but anything u dig out i will overjoy with it.

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The steering wheel was slick under his palms and Sehun adjusted his grip, feeling his ankle ache as he kept his foot pressed to the brake. He was ready, no need to shift in order to drive off if needed. He hafted being the one left, hated he was the one who knew the area best so that if they needed to get out, they could. Trust was a foreign concept, no matter how many deals succeeded, how long the partnerships lasted.

His breath burst out of him at a loud report. Not a backfire, a gunshot, and from the way that Jongin and Chanyeol had disappeared. He hissed breath out through his teeth, trying to keep his breathing under control as he watched, listened. Maybe they’d taken the shot. Maybe they’d been shot at.

And his heart jolted as Jongin came flying around the corner, his hair streaming and eyes wild as he dove into the open door.

“Drive!” he almost screamed, and the door hadn’t even closed by the time the car was jumping forward. “Chanyeol grabbed one of their cars. He’ll meet us. Fuckers. Left!”

To their right, there was the familiar swirl of red and blue, and Sehun cursed then too, gunning around a corner, looping back through a street he knew would take him to a busy street, and then through a maze of streets he knew no cops could follow him through. Chanyeol knew enough to get the fuck out of there in the other direction.

“You’re bleeding,” Sehun said, matter-of-fact as the smell of blood hit him as he turned on red and notched them neatly between SUVs. A quick glance told him Jongin was babying his arm.He could hear the sirens, but he hadn’t seen them in several turns. He didn’t try to gun the car, to draw notice, just edging left two lanes, and turning with a stream of other cars that looked almost identical to theirs. Three more blocks, two turns, and they’d hide the car in a warehouse they kept, taking another to meet up with Chanyeol.

“They figured the cops were too slow and they were going to take us out themselves,” Jongin said. “I smelled something up. If they were wearing wires, they didn’t get anything from us.”

They sat in silence in the car, after Sehun hopped out to pull down the warehouse door behind them. Silence, listening. No sirens. Two minted. Five. Sehun let out a breath. They’d patch up Jongin’s arm, and they’d get out of there. They knew already who double crossed them.

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Prompt: Chanyeol/Kyungsoo - magic gone wrong smut smut

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Kyungsoo was shivering, sweating heavily on the padded bench, and all they had were thin jackets to cover him with.

“It didn’t say it’d have this kind of side-effect,” Chanyeol argued even though Kyungsoo hadn’t been arguing back for a while. He’d been flipping through the tome they’d been conjuring spells out of trying to figure out what went wrong. They’d been at the spell for weeks. It was supposed to be a simple transformation spell, not-

“Ah! I found it!”

And Chanyeol grimaced. Not a potent aphrodisiac.

“What is it?” Kyungsoo asked, his knees all pulled up like he was trying to hide the fact that he’d been jerking off the whole time Chanyeol had been trying to research what had gone wrong. Oh, and there was dread in that question, more so than the dread Chanyeol had in telling him - considering Kyungsoo was the one in agony.

“Well, you won’t die,” Chanyeol said, trying to be cheery about it. “I think. Though, if we don’t get it to go away your dick might fall off.”

“You think!” Kyungsoo boomed out, outraged, bowing up off the bench to glare at Chanyeol.

Though there was more bad news.

“Do you have someone you can call up for a booty call?” Chanyeol asked, knowing in any other circumstances Kyungsoo would be beating on him for even asking.

“Why?”

He couldn’t even say it, holding out the book with his finger in the applicable spot so that Kyungsoo could read it for himself. Of course it was in Latin, something he wanted a second opinion on.

“Cast as one, undone as two,” Kyungsoo said. And that meant… “Fuck.”

And Kyungsoo couldn’t even blame Chanyeol, because he’d added all the ingredients, he’d been the one to do the incantations. Chanyeol had just sourced the ingredients, and lent his own power. There was one line different. One line that had caused everything.

“So should I call someone?” he asked. He didn’t even want to wince or think of the consequences, because there was no way those became reality.

“Yeah, let’s call someone up and say I made a mistake and I need to get off.” Kyungsoo groaned, rolling over and humping against the bench. It made Chanyeol’s ears go hot.

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Kyungsoo was one of his closest friends and he was in serious distress. It surmounted even his ability to joke as Kyungsoo waved him over, his face sweaty and breathing labored. He knew, really, what their other options were. If Kyungsoo wanted no one else, then there was only him. He was Kyungsoo’s partner in it all, he’d been there when the spell was cast. He stared down at Kyungsoo’s mouth for a moment before clearing his throat.

“So,” Chanyeol said, brushing his hand over one of Kyungsoo’s shoulders and trying to figure out where to put the other one or where to look.

“You’re not just here because of your pretty face, but if you can’t figure it out, I’ll tell you,” Kyungsoo growled and dragged Chanyeol in by his collar. “I need you to fuck me until this goes away. Now.”

“Okay,” Chanyeol agreed, having been prepared to say that to anything Kyungsoo wanted. And then his breath hitched in as Kyungsoo moaned and shook his head, trying to focus.

“Unless you don’t want to,” Kyungsoo said, every word very precise. “If you-“

“Don’t worry about me,” Chanyeol interrupted him. “I just hope I can help.”

And last long enough to help.

The spell had gone awry for Kyungsoo, but it had really done so for both of them. He was willing his worry not to override the necessity of the situation, glad he was at least partly hard as he struggled with his pants. Kyungsoo hobbled - actually hobbled - returning back with a gleam in his eye as he pushed Chanyeol onto the bench first. It was wide and plush, specifically there in the workroom in case they needed any desperate last-minute inspiration naps. But it had never been used like that, Kyungsoo straddling him and gripping his cock with a slick hand, his other on himself as he did the rest of the job Chanyeol’s body hadn’t accomplished. It wasn’t like it was a difficult prospect, Kyungsoo panting, licking his lips, staring at him like his was something he was hungry for.

And it was still desperation - the spell.

“Don’t think!” Kyungsoo demanded. “I need you to focus on this right now. On me.”

“Sorry.”

Kyungsoo shook his head, groaning as for a moment he bent over Chanyeol’s chest.

“Don’t be. Just… Oh.”

Kyungsoo’s hand slipped off of Chanyeol’s cock and they both look down to where it twitched against his belly.

“I’d complain that fate gave you too much,” Kyungsoo said, his mouth almost curled into a snarl as he inched over Chanyeol’s hips. “But I’m too happy it exists right now.”

He could almost see “and then there’s your ears” on Kyungsoo’s face, and he almost wanted to be smug or talk back, but he was too busy holding his breath - holding still - as Kyungsoo started pressing down onto him. Chanyeol gripped the edges of the bench, gripped Kyungsoo’s thighs, and his moan was only moments behind Kyungsoo’s as Kyungsoo got Chanyeol’s cock started inside him. It was sweet agony, gasping as Kyungsoo filled himself so deliberately, rising and sinking further with one hand braced on the wall and the other desperately jerking his cock.

“How do we know if it worked?” Chanyeol wondered, just barely keeping himself from shuddering as Kyungsoo sank fully onto him.

Kyungsoo chuckled, but there was no humor in it. “I’ll know.”

Maybe it’d been too long since he’d had sex but everything seemed to feel so intense, the warmth, the tightness, the way Kyungsoo’s body gripped him and slid so slick against him. The tight bunching of Kyungsoo’s thighs, and the sweat of his face, his neck. He looked focused, like there was nothing more important than fucking himself on Chanyeol’s cock.

“Is it okay?” Chanyeol blurted, and almost bit his lip bloody as Kyungsoo moaned.

“Bigger than I thought,” Kyungsoo gasped. “Feels- Fuck. It just needs to work.”

Kyungsoo was so obviously hard, his cock dripping as he stroked it, fast and desperate. Chanyeol wanted to help, wanted everything to be okay again. And his cock throbbed imagining watching Kyungsoo come. But his own cock wasn’t the issue, noting how Kyungsoo was struggling.

Chanyeol cleared his throat, stroking up Kyungsoo’s straining thighs. “Let’s switch.”

He squirmed internally as Kyungsoo stared at him. “Do you mean me fucking you, or me on the bottom?”

Chanyeol tried to get his brain to work and it really wouldn’t let him.

“If one doesn’t work, we’ll try the other.”

“Fuck,” Kyungsoo spat, and lifted himself free of Chanyeol’s cock. He grabbed Kyungsoo’s hips, steadying him as they turned, Chanyeol nearly falling off before they figured it out. He had Kyungsoo under him, Kyungsoo’s nails digging into his sides. Kyungsoo demanding him. “Fuck me.”

It was so easy to find a rhythm, almost too easy, like he was going to throw himself into orgasm before he could help Kyungsoo. In some ways it was good he couldn’t see, except it put their faces so close, Kyungsoo panting eyes roaming Chanyeol’s face.

Chanyeol moaned as Kyungsoo wrapped around him, his hips lifting frantically to meet Chanyeol’s. Kyungsoo was growling at him and the sound was sexier than it had any right being. He could feel Kyungsoo jerking himself off between them, and the first brush of his lips against Kyungsoo’s was meant as encouragement. Partly because words would not come, partly because Kyungsoo’s lips were so tempting. He didn’t expect it to become a war, Kyungsoo’s teeth latching onto his lips, tongue fighting his as they traded breaths, moans, desperate sucking kisses as their hips met and parted.

He almost forgot why they were locked together until Kyungsoo’s head slammed to the side, a sound of frustration echoing in the room.

“Fuck, why isn’t this working,” Kyungsoo gasped, his hand going double speed on his cock. “It’s so good. It’s just not enough.”

“I’ll try,” Chanyeol said, and it was an offer as he braced himself and stroked Kyungsoo’s hip. Maybe he didn’t want Chanyeol touching him, or maybe-

“Please! Anything! Please.”

His fingers brushed Kyungsoo’s as they wrapped around Kyungsoo’s cock and he stroked.

And he watched Kyungsoo’s face morph from desperate to euphoric. Within three strokes Kyungsoo was arching under him, a series of “oh”s leaving his mouth as he came in Chanyeol’s hand. It seemed like it went forever, Kyungsoo’s thrashing as Chanyeol kept stroking him. It was only when he started writhing that Chanyeol backed off, letting Kyungsoo come down from the intensity of it.

“Is that all we had to do to start with?” Chanyeol asked, mystified, and Kyungsoo groaned.

But he was the one moaning as Kyungsoo gripped his neck and pulled him down into a kiss, urging Chanyeol with his hips to move. He did, relief buoying him. He could smell Kyungsoo’s come, feel Kyungsoo’s moans against his lips, hear the way that Kyungsoo was gasping his name.

He had no reason to hold himself back, no reason to-

His head sank, moaning into Kyungsoo’s collarbone as he came in Kyungsoo. He couldn’t have pulled away if he’d wanted to, so wrapped up by Kyungsoo.

So pleased by him.

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“We should try this again,” Kyungsoo said, after Chanyeol had fallen in and out of stupor as they’d nestled in side by side on the bench to try and recover. Chanyeol actually whimpered until Kyungsoo slugged him in the shoulder. “Not with the spell! Just normally. For science.”

Chanyeol generously opened one eye to see if Kyungsoo was pulling his leg. Kyungsoo didn’t even look sheepish like he was making a joke. Which meant. He kind of meant it.

“To see if it’s still good?” Chanyeol wondered.

“We have a point of reference now.”

And that was when Kyungsoo started laughing into Chanyeol’s arm. They did have a point of reference, and he couldn’t say he minded if it lead them to something else together entirely.

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Prompt: Minseon and Junhee try to 69 each other. You can decide if they succeed ahaha smut

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Junhee almost whimpered as Minseon settled above her, the parting of her thighs, the way she adjusted as Junhee tried to guide her. Minutes before, Minseon had been writhing in her lap, her breasts spilling out of Junhee’s hands as Junhee kissed her.

“Want you,” Minseon whispered, a grin lifting her mouth even as she arched her back and moaned. And she’d pressed herself right up against Junhee, wriggling their hips together as she whispered into Junhee’s ear. “Want you on your back. Want to-“

Her panties were gone, her bra not far behind, and Minseon had done just that, crawling over her, offering Junhee the pleasure of Minseon’s body while Minseon had the pleasure of hers. There was some helpless laughter as they tried to fit together, not too far one way or the other, not too close, not too- A chill rocked through her at the first slide of Minseon’s tongue against her clit, gripping at Minseon’s hips and pulling her in as she lifted her head. She got her own shudder as she teased, the angle different, but she knew Minseon’s body, and she moaned, her thighs twitching open as two of Minseon’s fingers slid into her. It was so much more difficult to focus than with a vibrator on her because Minseon couldn’t be predicted. Her clit was teased and swirled and sucked, Minseon’s fingers pressing and rubbing, fucking her with them, filling the room with the sound of how wet she was, the moans Minseon was causing. Junhee found herself copying what Minseon was doing as though that would make her do it more, and even if Minseon paused and pressed kisses before adding to the gathering heat. Muscles in her neck started to tremble and hurt, the unnatural angle too much but still she tried, immersed in how good Minseon felt all over her, how good she tasted.

Minseon moaned for her and Junhee gasped, trying to keep up with the sway of Minseon’s hips, but Minseon’s moans were only fuel to her arousal, her clit aching and each twitch of Minseon’s tongue undoing her. She moaned one last time against Minseon’s body and her head flung back, gasping as a third finger slid into her.

“Ah! Minseon, I-“

She clutched tight around Minseon’s fingers and her clit danced against Minseon’s tongue as pleasure seared through her. Junhee whimpered and writhed, stroking Minseon’s sides as the aftershocks wracked her. It was satisfaction, glory, and it was determination that had her tugging at Minseon’s hips.

“Please.”

She wanted to finish what she started and Minseon clearly wanted it, too, with how quickly she half sat up, letting Junhee pull her down exactly how she wanted her. She wanted Minseon to cry out, to curse her name, to rock apart. She’d have that, if not then, then that night, she knew it. There was no waiting, no teasing, just pleasing Minseon exactly as she knew Minseon liked, as best she could with Minseon above her. Minseon still had her fingers curled in Junhee, pumping slowly as she rocked down against Junhee’s lips and tongue. She could tell how close Minseon was by Minseon’s breathing, the way she shifted, the way she keened, and she sucked hard, listening to Minseon gasp just before she shuddered as the orgasm took her.

And Junhee finally let herself relax, sagging even though she was already lying down. And she managed a meager chuckle as Minseon whined, turning and collapsing with her face buried in Junhee’s chest. Her, too. Her, too.

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Prompt: Junmyeon is really horny but she's on her period and is too shy to ask her boyfriend to help her out smut

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Chanyeol had never made a fuss when he realized there would be days of the month he wasn’t going to be able to get everything he was accustomed to. That wasn’t because they didn’t do anything, making out, cuddling. She liked seeing him get all worked up, slowly jacking him off until she slid down his body to suck him until he came.

She was just too embarrassed to ask him for help, even if she was aching for it, even if he asked if he could do anything. No, she was fine. She was always fine, taking care of herself after.

“You’re so squirmy,” Chanyeol murmured against her neck. They’d been squeezed together on their sides while watching a movie, and she could hardly help herself. She wanted him, could smell him, and he was gently touching her stomach in a way that would normally be soothing but was instead turning her on. Then there was the way he was brushing his lips against her neck as he talked, and-

Fuck, she actually whimpered.

He had to have known that sound, as often as he got it from her, and she flushed as he almost purred and kissed her neck.

“Chanyeol-“

“Can I make you feel good?” he asked, his hand hovering until she hitched in a breath and nodded. And that was when he slipped his hand under her soft pajama pants. His two fingers were wider than hers, notching against her clit and rolling. All she felt was the swell of warmth like he was pulling the pleasure through her, and she stared blankly, unseeing, at the brightly moving pictures on the TV. All she could do was try to breathe, to part her thighs, to move her hips closer against Chanyeol’s already-pressing hand. The pleasure spilled over and she shuddered, throbbing so hard as Chanyeol breathed harsh against her neck. When she didn’t shove his hand away, he began again, picking up even more speed, making her body go taut as he pleased her. She was sobbing her orgasm into the couch cushion only moments later.

She thought she wouldn’t be nearly so shy the next time.

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