Wanting It, QMI NC-17
Title: Wanting It (QMI, NC-17)
Author: iwrite_dotnet (Kissing Serendipity)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rimming
Summary: Sometimes Zhou Mi wants to stop smiling and show Kyuhyun’s tight, hot ass just who’s boss. Really stupid unoriginal excuse to write porn.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is for my sick personal pleasure and practising my smut. I need help.
Fandom/Pairing: Super Junior bandslash, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
A/N: This was originally supposed to be KyuMin, but I am epic fail at Sungmin and I love Qmi too much. T_T It’s Top!Mi, because the world needs more of it and I just like seeing Kyuhyun bottom. That’s my logic. Deal with it.
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Zhou Mi grew up around fawning women.
He was adorable when he was young and handsome in his youth. Chinese girls, although modest and a little shy, were sweet and gentle. They craved his attention, his clever, witty remarks and slow, boyish grin. Zhou Mi grew up confident that he could snag anybody he wanted with his smooth voice and addictive charm.
But apparently everyone did not include Kyuhyun.
It was inexorable; the first time Zhou Mi met Kyuhyun the younger man was polite, a little shy yet still exuded an air of untouchable boldness. For Zhou Mi, a residential alpha male, to suddenly meet all these new, impudent, pretty Korean boys was a big leap. Kibum was a playboy, Donghae was infatuating, Eunhyuk was quick-witted, Sungmin was attractive, Eeteuk was affectionate, Kangin was intimidating, Heechul was catty, Siwon was a gentleman, Shindong was Shindong and there really wasn’t anything to be done about that, Yesung was ambitious, Ryeowook was guileless, Hankyung was ridiculously hot and Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun just was. Every single nerve on Zhou Mi’s body was always on edge whenever he was around the other boy.
But he still got along well with him, maybe not as well as with Geng, who treated him like a brother, or Henry, who he treated like a brother. It was nevertheless still a happy go lucky relationship in the fans’ eyes and that was all that mattered. Fan service just made girls happy. Gay boys just made girls happy.
Off stage, off screen and away from the lights, however, tension built. Mainly because Kyuhyun had an annoyingly bad habit of touching. It was something he was probably used to when he was around Sungmin, but Zhou Mi isn’t Sungmin. Sungmin wouldn’t knock Kyuhyun into the MC and make out with him like there was no tomorrow-Zhou Mi just might.
The first time Kyuhyun leaned in and brushed his lips against Zhou Mi’s ear, he jumped.
The second time, he shuddered.
And the third time, he got painfully, painfully hard.
--
In another interview on another insignificant day, Zhou Mi tried to listen to the MC over the screaming of fans. Not that it would’ve worked, because it’s rather difficult ignoring Kyuhyun beside him. Kyuhyun with his shoulder pressed against his own, Kyuhyun, whose body heat was warm and welcoming. Zhou Mi felt like he was standing by a radiator. Jesus.
“What did he say?” Kyuhyun asked, his breath whistling over Zhou Mi’s neck as a pleasurable chill shot down his spine.
Zhou Mi felt his body tense, “Don’t know.” He replied vaguely, not looking at Kyuhyun.
“You’re supposed to be my translator,” Kyuhyun said, an accusing tone in his voice.
Zhou Mi would’ve laughed if his groin didn’t tighten as the heat pooled down to his stomach. It was. Kyuhyun’s voice, shit. He was about to turn and tell Kyuhyun to back the fuck off and learn his own Chinese when he started talking again.
“Zhou Mi, ge?” Kyuhyun murmured, and Zhou Mi’s cock jumped. He loved the way Kyuhyun said his name, a hint of an accent and all smooth, warm liquid in his ears.
Usually Zhou Mi was the annoying one but today he shoved Kyuhyun in his side, making sure he knew that Zhou Mi wasn’t fucking around now and shut the hell up but the younger one merely shrugged and pressed up against him again. What. The fuck.
Making up his mind, Zhou Mi crossed his arms, adjusted himself discreetly in his pants, ignored Kyuhyun and smirked wickedly.
When the interview was over and they got back to the hotel, Kyuhyun turned and rounded on Zhou Mi angrily.
“What the hell, hyung?” He asked angrily in Korean, “You made me stand there looking like a fucking idiot, saying the only Chinese phrases I know, for Pete’s sake. Now all of China thinks I’m a stupid fuck, and that’s worse than all of Korea thinking I’m a stupid fuck because China has such a huge, damn population!”
Zhou Mi shrugged off his coat and stripped off his socks. Kyuhyun’s rant was almost incomprehensible in the slew of fast Korean but it made him even harder, if that was possible. All he understood was “stupid fuck”. He padded over to the younger man, his eyes dark.
Kyuhyun’s glare faltered, “What, hyung?” he snapped.
“I think you’d be a great fuck,” Zhou Mi drawled, licking his lips. Excitement exploded in the pit of his stomach when he saw Kyuhyun’s gaze drop to his mouth.
“I don’t-” Kyuhyun began, but then Zhou Mi was kissing him. Hard. It was a moment of shock as the taller man allowed himself to explore his mouth, tilting Kyuhyun’s head up and entangling his fingers into his wispy, dark hair.
He ground himself insistently against the front of Kyuhyun’s jeans, feeling it harden through layers of denim. Kyuhyun pulled away with a gasp as Zhou Mi started attacking his neck with heavy kissed.
“Hyung, I don’t think-” Kyuhyun broke into a moan when Zhou Mi laved his tongue over an extraordinarily sensitive spot beside his Adam’s apple. He pulled the older man close, his hands resting protectively over his ass.
“God you’re so hot,” Zhou Mi groaned, pulling away despite his body’s protests (his dick was so hard it was going to fall off and that was sensible reasoning) and turned Kyuhyun around to press him against a dresser.
“Is this why you were being a PMS-ing bitch for the past few days?” Kyuhyun gasped, laughing, his slender fingers nearly digging into the wood, “Because you wanted to fuck me?”
Zhou Mi ignored him and made quick haste of stripping off all his clothes save for the white button up shirt hanging off his slim shoulders, “Fucking stuff it, Kui Xian.”
Kyuhyun turned his head to look at him, his eyes dark and his lips swollen and wet and needy and God. “Please, ge ge,” he breathed. He unbuckled his jeans and wriggled out of them, as his boxers pooled around his ankles.
Zhou Mi closed his eyes and tried to compose himself. Kyuhyun ass, soft and pert and tight and gorgeous, was seriously calling out to him. He was screaming to be fucked.
“You-” Zhou Mi murmured, not even bothering to finish, running his hands over the delicate flesh. He settled down to his knees and pushed the cheeks apart, satisfaction shooting through his body as Kyuhyun’s back stiffened. He smelled good and musky, like hay on a hot summers day and he was horny as fuck.
“Ge ge,” Kyuhyun said as Zhou Mi leaned in, “What-Oh. Oh.”
Zhou Mi hummed and trailed his tongue across the tight ring of muscle. He never usually did this, but something about Kyuhyun made him an exception to the rule. Maybe it was the strangled moan he just let out, too hot to be legal and Zhou Mi pushed his tongue inside slowly.
“Shit,” Kyuhyun hissed, tightening his ass around the tongue probing him gently. It was like having a slug up your ass and it was not supposed to feel as good as it did now-Oh. He whimpered and rocked, trying to bring Zhou Mi in further.
“Zhou Mnnrrggh...” Kyuhyun mewled, rocking against the dresser, “Please. Hyung. Please.” He had no idea what language he was talking in now, but he didn’t even care. He didn’t even care about begging like a cheap whore in this state. His cock leaked angrily against the wood as Zhou Mi pulled away, a strand of saliva linking his lips to Kyuhyun’s quivering hole.
“You know why you’re bent over like this?” Zhou Mi asked calmly, pushing into the warm body in one fluid motion. Kyuhyun cried out at the intrusion, his muscles clenching around the older man’s straining cock.
“Because,” Zhou Mi continued, pulling out almost to the tip and thrusting back in-hard. Kyuhyun threw his head back and let out a low, resonating groan, so erotic Zhou Mi had to grip onto the slender hips to steady himself. “You’re always acting so cute, so innocent, always in my fucking personal space...”
Kyuhyun was whimpering now, his cock dripping precum.
“You’re always so fucking sexy!” Zhou Mi accused, his hips almost erratic and Kyuhyun was desperately pushing back, trying to match his rhythm. “You act like you don’t even know it!”
“You don’t even know it.” He seethed, “God, you don’t even-you’re bent over like this, Kui Xian, because you’re a stupid needy slut!”
When Kyuhyun came, he tightened so hard around Zhou Mi’s cock that the older man almost choked. He slumped over the younger body, gasping, and traced soft patterns over Kyuhyun’s back.
He pulled out and winced as cum dripped down Kyuhyun’s thighs. The atmosphere was suddenly tense.
Then Kyuhyun turned around, “Can you take me to bed?” he murmured sleepily, giving Zhou Mi a mischievous grin.
“Am I supposed to carry you?” Zhou Mi pondered the consequences. “You’re the prince here.”
Kyuhyun didn’t move. Sighing, Zhou Mi walked over and helped Kyuhyun to his bed and crawled in with him.
“My ass is going to be so sore tomorrow,” Kyuhyun declared, yawning.
Zhou Mi bit back a grin. At least Kyuhyun knew now who’s boss.
Author: iwrite_dotnet (Kissing Serendipity)
Rating/Warnings: NC-17, rimming
Summary: Sometimes Zhou Mi wants to stop smiling and show Kyuhyun’s tight, hot ass just who’s boss. Really stupid unoriginal excuse to write porn.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. This is for my sick personal pleasure and practising my smut. I need help.
Fandom/Pairing: Super Junior bandslash, Kyuhyun/Zhou Mi
A/N: This was originally supposed to be KyuMin, but I am epic fail at Sungmin and I love Qmi too much. T_T It’s Top!Mi, because the world needs more of it and I just like seeing Kyuhyun bottom. That’s my logic. Deal with it.
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Zhou Mi grew up around fawning women.
He was adorable when he was young and handsome in his youth. Chinese girls, although modest and a little shy, were sweet and gentle. They craved his attention, his clever, witty remarks and slow, boyish grin. Zhou Mi grew up confident that he could snag anybody he wanted with his smooth voice and addictive charm.
But apparently everyone did not include Kyuhyun.
It was inexorable; the first time Zhou Mi met Kyuhyun the younger man was polite, a little shy yet still exuded an air of untouchable boldness. For Zhou Mi, a residential alpha male, to suddenly meet all these new, impudent, pretty Korean boys was a big leap. Kibum was a playboy, Donghae was infatuating, Eunhyuk was quick-witted, Sungmin was attractive, Eeteuk was affectionate, Kangin was intimidating, Heechul was catty, Siwon was a gentleman, Shindong was Shindong and there really wasn’t anything to be done about that, Yesung was ambitious, Ryeowook was guileless, Hankyung was ridiculously hot and Kyuhyun. Kyuhyun just was. Every single nerve on Zhou Mi’s body was always on edge whenever he was around the other boy.
But he still got along well with him, maybe not as well as with Geng, who treated him like a brother, or Henry, who he treated like a brother. It was nevertheless still a happy go lucky relationship in the fans’ eyes and that was all that mattered. Fan service just made girls happy. Gay boys just made girls happy.
Off stage, off screen and away from the lights, however, tension built. Mainly because Kyuhyun had an annoyingly bad habit of touching. It was something he was probably used to when he was around Sungmin, but Zhou Mi isn’t Sungmin. Sungmin wouldn’t knock Kyuhyun into the MC and make out with him like there was no tomorrow-Zhou Mi just might.
The first time Kyuhyun leaned in and brushed his lips against Zhou Mi’s ear, he jumped.
The second time, he shuddered.
And the third time, he got painfully, painfully hard.
--
In another interview on another insignificant day, Zhou Mi tried to listen to the MC over the screaming of fans. Not that it would’ve worked, because it’s rather difficult ignoring Kyuhyun beside him. Kyuhyun with his shoulder pressed against his own, Kyuhyun, whose body heat was warm and welcoming. Zhou Mi felt like he was standing by a radiator. Jesus.
“What did he say?” Kyuhyun asked, his breath whistling over Zhou Mi’s neck as a pleasurable chill shot down his spine.
Zhou Mi felt his body tense, “Don’t know.” He replied vaguely, not looking at Kyuhyun.
“You’re supposed to be my translator,” Kyuhyun said, an accusing tone in his voice.
Zhou Mi would’ve laughed if his groin didn’t tighten as the heat pooled down to his stomach. It was. Kyuhyun’s voice, shit. He was about to turn and tell Kyuhyun to back the fuck off and learn his own Chinese when he started talking again.
“Zhou Mi, ge?” Kyuhyun murmured, and Zhou Mi’s cock jumped. He loved the way Kyuhyun said his name, a hint of an accent and all smooth, warm liquid in his ears.
Usually Zhou Mi was the annoying one but today he shoved Kyuhyun in his side, making sure he knew that Zhou Mi wasn’t fucking around now and shut the hell up but the younger one merely shrugged and pressed up against him again. What. The fuck.
Making up his mind, Zhou Mi crossed his arms, adjusted himself discreetly in his pants, ignored Kyuhyun and smirked wickedly.
When the interview was over and they got back to the hotel, Kyuhyun turned and rounded on Zhou Mi angrily.
“What the hell, hyung?” He asked angrily in Korean, “You made me stand there looking like a fucking idiot, saying the only Chinese phrases I know, for Pete’s sake. Now all of China thinks I’m a stupid fuck, and that’s worse than all of Korea thinking I’m a stupid fuck because China has such a huge, damn population!”
Zhou Mi shrugged off his coat and stripped off his socks. Kyuhyun’s rant was almost incomprehensible in the slew of fast Korean but it made him even harder, if that was possible. All he understood was “stupid fuck”. He padded over to the younger man, his eyes dark.
Kyuhyun’s glare faltered, “What, hyung?” he snapped.
“I think you’d be a great fuck,” Zhou Mi drawled, licking his lips. Excitement exploded in the pit of his stomach when he saw Kyuhyun’s gaze drop to his mouth.
“I don’t-” Kyuhyun began, but then Zhou Mi was kissing him. Hard. It was a moment of shock as the taller man allowed himself to explore his mouth, tilting Kyuhyun’s head up and entangling his fingers into his wispy, dark hair.
He ground himself insistently against the front of Kyuhyun’s jeans, feeling it harden through layers of denim. Kyuhyun pulled away with a gasp as Zhou Mi started attacking his neck with heavy kissed.
“Hyung, I don’t think-” Kyuhyun broke into a moan when Zhou Mi laved his tongue over an extraordinarily sensitive spot beside his Adam’s apple. He pulled the older man close, his hands resting protectively over his ass.
“God you’re so hot,” Zhou Mi groaned, pulling away despite his body’s protests (his dick was so hard it was going to fall off and that was sensible reasoning) and turned Kyuhyun around to press him against a dresser.
“Is this why you were being a PMS-ing bitch for the past few days?” Kyuhyun gasped, laughing, his slender fingers nearly digging into the wood, “Because you wanted to fuck me?”
Zhou Mi ignored him and made quick haste of stripping off all his clothes save for the white button up shirt hanging off his slim shoulders, “Fucking stuff it, Kui Xian.”
Kyuhyun turned his head to look at him, his eyes dark and his lips swollen and wet and needy and God. “Please, ge ge,” he breathed. He unbuckled his jeans and wriggled out of them, as his boxers pooled around his ankles.
Zhou Mi closed his eyes and tried to compose himself. Kyuhyun ass, soft and pert and tight and gorgeous, was seriously calling out to him. He was screaming to be fucked.
“You-” Zhou Mi murmured, not even bothering to finish, running his hands over the delicate flesh. He settled down to his knees and pushed the cheeks apart, satisfaction shooting through his body as Kyuhyun’s back stiffened. He smelled good and musky, like hay on a hot summers day and he was horny as fuck.
“Ge ge,” Kyuhyun said as Zhou Mi leaned in, “What-Oh. Oh.”
Zhou Mi hummed and trailed his tongue across the tight ring of muscle. He never usually did this, but something about Kyuhyun made him an exception to the rule. Maybe it was the strangled moan he just let out, too hot to be legal and Zhou Mi pushed his tongue inside slowly.
“Shit,” Kyuhyun hissed, tightening his ass around the tongue probing him gently. It was like having a slug up your ass and it was not supposed to feel as good as it did now-Oh. He whimpered and rocked, trying to bring Zhou Mi in further.
“Zhou Mnnrrggh...” Kyuhyun mewled, rocking against the dresser, “Please. Hyung. Please.” He had no idea what language he was talking in now, but he didn’t even care. He didn’t even care about begging like a cheap whore in this state. His cock leaked angrily against the wood as Zhou Mi pulled away, a strand of saliva linking his lips to Kyuhyun’s quivering hole.
“You know why you’re bent over like this?” Zhou Mi asked calmly, pushing into the warm body in one fluid motion. Kyuhyun cried out at the intrusion, his muscles clenching around the older man’s straining cock.
“Because,” Zhou Mi continued, pulling out almost to the tip and thrusting back in-hard. Kyuhyun threw his head back and let out a low, resonating groan, so erotic Zhou Mi had to grip onto the slender hips to steady himself. “You’re always acting so cute, so innocent, always in my fucking personal space...”
Kyuhyun was whimpering now, his cock dripping precum.
“You’re always so fucking sexy!” Zhou Mi accused, his hips almost erratic and Kyuhyun was desperately pushing back, trying to match his rhythm. “You act like you don’t even know it!”
“You don’t even know it.” He seethed, “God, you don’t even-you’re bent over like this, Kui Xian, because you’re a stupid needy slut!”
When Kyuhyun came, he tightened so hard around Zhou Mi’s cock that the older man almost choked. He slumped over the younger body, gasping, and traced soft patterns over Kyuhyun’s back.
He pulled out and winced as cum dripped down Kyuhyun’s thighs. The atmosphere was suddenly tense.
Then Kyuhyun turned around, “Can you take me to bed?” he murmured sleepily, giving Zhou Mi a mischievous grin.
“Am I supposed to carry you?” Zhou Mi pondered the consequences. “You’re the prince here.”
Kyuhyun didn’t move. Sighing, Zhou Mi walked over and helped Kyuhyun to his bed and crawled in with him.
“My ass is going to be so sore tomorrow,” Kyuhyun declared, yawning.
Zhou Mi bit back a grin. At least Kyuhyun knew now who’s boss.