[Fic] Mismatch (EXO)
Title: Mismatch
Pairings: Gen, Zhou Mi/Xiumin, Zhou Mi/Kai, Kris/Kai, Suho/Kai, Chanyeol/Kai, Kris/Lay, Kai/Sehun
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Nineteen different requests from ask.fm, smut should be marked.
Prompt: http://i-cantchange.tumblr.com/post/74661075564/exo-we-are-vegetables giggles, a day in the life of exo vegetables please? :)
***
Sehun guarded his florets with care, because some people wielded cutting tools and liked to pretend to snip in his direction. He wasn’t naming names, but he smelled like the ocean.
Not that Minseok or Baekhyun were ever happy with his teasing either, because there were things that were sacred. Veggies like Joonmyun or Yixing, or even Lu Han didn’t have to worry. And Jongdae was pretty sheltered by them.
“One vegetable alone is boring,” Joonmyun preached, especially when the littlest among them glared in the direction of Kris or Chanyeol. “We can’t all be the same height or width or give or need the same things. We’d block out the sun, and no one would shine.”
Kyungsoo nodded and no one argued, because he had a surprisingly long reach.
And Tao just glared from behind where Joonmyun was, until Sehun flopped against him.
Rabbits were the mortal enemy, and deer, and dogs.
The time to grow and play was for a season, and then there was serious work to be done. Work only the best veggies could do, and that meant all the time in the sun and shade, and shivering huddled together, meant they were ready.
They piled in together, sleeping in tired heaps and tangles, and dreamed sleeping of Joonmyun’s words and the wonderful things they were destined for.
***
Prompt: smut Zhou Mi/Xiumin should be a thing. http://sake-plus-honey.tumblr.com/post/72181447322 ;A;
***
There were too many clothes between them, but time meant it was necessary. Minseok kissed him, their pants open, hard together as he pulled Minseok over him.
Mandarin tumbled out from Minseok in sentences and streams, unrelated words not always intelligible or connected, like some kind of poetry that left him fascinated and eager to know what words would come next. Sometimes he lapsed into Korean, gasps between words as he lowered his head to fit his lips against Zhou Mi’s. Between their bodies, Zhou Mi stroked them together. Minseok moaned, cheeks flushed and elbow braced, and rocked his hips against Zhou Mi and his stroking hand.
When Minseok’s fingertip touched his mouth, he took it in, touched it with his tongue and sucked. Another time, the next time even, Zhou Mi promised with his eyes. And Minseok’s expression was so bright, like that was soon, like he wasn’t-
Like he wasn’t already coming Zhou Mi’s hand, on Zhou Mi’s bared stomach.
It was another minute, eyes on Minseok’s panting face, before he lost control himself, squirming in finally-fulfilled pleasure as Minseok stroked his face.
Minseok breathed into his collarbone, and Zhou Mi stroked his back, and for a little while they didn’t have to move. Comfortable together and warm, feeling Minseok’s smiles. Sound outside of the room forced them to move. Minseok licked his lips as they helped each other clean up a bit, get their pants fastened.
And he pressed one last kiss against Zhou Mi’s mouth, a smile there, a promise, before he went to join the others.
***
Prompt: smut a fic where jongin has feels for beloved senpai (super junior member of your choice(Zhou Mi)) and is shy but adorable about it please? :)
***
“It’s my favorite song on the album,” Jongin said, taking a deep breath. It wasn’t like he was saying anything weird. And sure, he liked Jongdae’s stuff, too, and Jongdae would’ve preened, but that was different.
Zhou Mi’s eyes went a bit wide, smile racing across his face as he turned to Jongin, turned his whole attention on him until Jongin was stiff-backed and awkward under it.
“Really?”
Jongin’s ears were burning, his neck.
“Yeah.”
“Did you want me to sign for you?” Zhou Mi said, moving his head toward the album Jongin was clutching. And it was halfway between a tease and a legitimate offer, and Jongin nearly gulped. He’d brought it as something to do with his hands, a conversation starter, more than anything else.
But then it seemed rude and weird to refuse, considering he was standing there like some kind of fanboy. Which, okay. He was, but that wasn’t all of it, and he couldn’t just /say/ stuff.
But then he didn’t know what to do with himself when Zhou Mi took the album, humming as he flipped to the page he wanted to sign. And then in fluid strokes, almost faster than Jongin could see, the characters of Zhou Mi’s name spread out on the page. In careful lettering, though, Zhou Mi wrote Jongin’s name, like it was more important even than his own. And he kept writing as Jongin’s flush grew darker.
Keep making wonderful stages and memories.
“Oh,” Jongin manages, as Zhou Mi beams up at him.
“I really enjoy watching you. I envy the way you dance,” Zhou Mi said, laughing.
And Jongin quite seriously giggled back at him, until Zhou Mi’s eyes went wide. “Oh, do you have some place to be?”
It was a miracle his brain didn’t rattle, the way Jongin shook his head. And it was amazing he didn’t combust, when Zhou Mi made room on the couch and then expected him to sit and talk to him like a normal human. And after a few minutes, he did. Zhou Mi didn’t most of the speaking, of course, and the touching of Jongin’s arm, or knee. But Jongin was content to sit and answer, and listen, and smile, as Zhou Mi smiled back at him.
***
Prompt: Can you write more Jongin and MiMi that was so adorable
***
It wasn’t like it was easy to just go up and ask. Jongin couldn’t approach Jongdae and say, hey, you saw Zhou Mi today. Did he mention me? Can I come along next time? Did he look good? Of course, that last wasn’t even much of a question, but more like in what manner he looked good. What had he been wearing. There were definitely times Jongin appreciated being cuddled more than others, but his imagination on that front functioned fully.
At least, until the time he attached himself to a group going to the SJM rehearsals to “support” them. (Or rather, goggle in delight, because if he thought his crush was inconvenient, he’d actually gotten out lucky.) So the others flocked to Kyuhyun or Donghae or Ryeowook. Jongin was three back, barely understanding the words flying around him when he took one last furtive glance. And then he froze as Zhou Mi’s eyes widened.
“Jongin!”
And then Jongin was surrounded by a slightly sweaty, surprisingly appealing-smelling hug. And he meant surrounded, like every physical force was packaged up in Zhou Mi squeezing him tight.
He might’ve wheezed, and it wasn’t from not being able to breathe. He just wanted to hit pause on life so he could absorb it, squeaking as Zhou Mi patted his back and let him go. He felt suddenly naked and bereft, and that was just cruel.
“You going to show them how it’s done?” Zhou Mi asked, low and close, gesturing to where Hyukjae and Donghae were elbowing each other as Tao laughed at them.
If Zhou Mi wanted him to, he’d certainly try.
***
Prompt: kriskai with girl jongin? a meet the family thing with joonmyeon, minseok and jongdae as the overprotective siblings (if they're girls or guys that's up to you~) and kris attenpting to act suave and cool but failing (think Showtime xD poor bb) how it ends is up to you~
***
There wasn’t anything drastic that happened, so she was grateful for that. Well. The biggest problem was that Kris seemed to get it into his head that he needed to put on a front, pretend to be someone her family would think worthy of dating her. Which wasn’t a really great idea, considering she already thought he was worthy of dating her, and Kris trying to act like he was James Bond only made her giggle.
Her brothers, they were the ones she’d most worried about. Joonmyun, not so much, though he sometimes went a step too far without realizing it. Minseok felt obligated as the oldest, and Jongdae could be irreverent, and they all had different definitions of what was “good enough” for her.
Her only satisfaction was when they met and they got to see how tall Kris was. Oh-so-polite.
What did Kris do? Joonmyun wanted to know.
Where did his family live? Minseok asked.
Did he want to stay in Korea? Jongdae asked, just barely avoiding a pointed kick.
The only thing they didn’t ask was his shoe size and how many kids he wanted.
And most of the nice little pretend-cool Kris tried to unearth was gone in the first fifteen minutes when he’d nearly choked on his drink, turned away food, and then ended up slouched against her after he’d nearly stuttered answering Minseok’s pointed inquiry about politics.
If Minseok had met her eyes, he would’ve seen warnings.
It really started going downhill, though, when Kris and Joonmyun realized they had a shared love of a movie. That ended up in a debate with the other two about merits and plot lines and-
Before she knew it, she’d mostly been forgotten except for the part where Kris occasionally squeezed her hand. The other he was using for gestures as the argument went on.
Far from tense, the meeting ended only when she stood up and announced they were leaving.
Kris smiled up at her a bit sheepishly.
One part of her family down, at least.
***
Prompt: in the spirits of Winter Olympics? :"3 could I have a kriskai fic? intercountry relationship maybe? (figure skater jongin please!)
***
He got to meet a lot of people. Some were cool, and some were strange. Jongin was pretty happy to go out with his friends, mostly from outside of figure skating since they tended to band together for language purposes. But they ended up with a big conglomeration of Team China and Team Canada, most of whom spoke Korean because of coaches or schooling, and it was pretty fun, he had to admit.
Lu Han was dominating Minseok’s time, and Henry was just drifting around giving thumbs up to people. And then from beside him, Sehun suddenly blurted, “You do what?”
“Curling.”
Sehun met Jongin’s eyes for a moment. They hadn’t known what Kris was there for except for the fact that they knew he was there for Canada. The big maple leaf and the fact that Henry had been draped over him had been a clue.
Jongin had some clue of what it was, but he played dumb, enjoying how Kris explained it to them with cups as markers, using his finger to scrub at the table as a glass slid along a path of its own condensation.
“We both compete on the ice,” Kris said, clearly trying not to laugh as he said it.
Sure. Jongin did was doing triple axels and Kris was competing with a rock and a broom. Or whatever it was that he was miming.
“I’d be glad to show you both how,” Kris said, and though he offered for both of them, his eyes were on Jongin.
“You should go,” Sehun said nearly in Jongin’s ear. “Maybe you’d learn something about ice-“
And then he squawked and bolted out of the booth as Jongin started smacking at his leg.
“Sounds like fun,” Jongin said. Even though he wasn’t sure how fun it’d be. It was fostering goodwill between nations, and things.
And he watched the way Kris’s hand wrapped around his glass. That too.
***
Prompt: smut top!suho with jongin, tattoo
***
One day he was going to get Joonmyun out of his suit. The two - three times if he counted the time he’d gotten Joonmyun’s suit pants open to jerk him off - times he’d gotten Joonmyun even partly naked hadn’t really been enough. A drink or two, that was fine. Joonmyun wasn’t big into that, and he wasn’t dressed like everyone else. His concession was his loosened tie, and that night Jongin got him out of that even.
When his hand cupped Joonmyun’s neck, Joonmyun leaned into him, artless, against the beat of the music. He liked to kiss, and Joonmyun liked his moth, and it was effect, pulling Joonmyun with him.
“One day I’ll get you here in more appropriate clothes,” Jongin said. Not a suit and a half-loose tie. He could imagine Joonmyun in leather pants that clung to him, and maybe some kind of peekaboo shirt that’d get Jongin hot. Though, he wasn’t kidding himself: kissing Joonmyun as he undid the prim row of buttons down his chest got him hot, too. Debauching the staid office worker. Or rather, letting Joonmyun debauch him.
They were hidden from eyes but not truly alone. The sound of the club music still thudded around them, just somewhat muffled by the high booth walls. If someone had truly tried to see, they could have. But it was no secret what it was made for, the wide benches, the table, the ceiling with its pristine mirror. He’d watched himself in those mirrors more than once, and it would be his second with Joonmyun.
Joonmyun was hard in his dark briefs, hard from Jongin’s lips against his neck and the slow grinding they had done on the floor. He was the lucky one who got to ruffle Joonmyun up, throwing aside the shirt he’d undone button by button, the undershirt so he could kiss his way down Joonmyun’s bare chest. Joonmyun was standing on braced knees, his hands on Jongin’s head, gasping. Jongin was gasping, too, pushing down his tight pants and pulling out a couple of condoms, tossing one aside. He let Joonmyun watch as he pushed down Joonmyun’s underwear, rolling the condom onto Joonmyun’s cock and kissing it.
For luck, maybe. Or because it made Joonmyun gasp.
One day he was going to get down there and suck Joonmyun until he couldn’t stand, but he planted himself on the bench instead, stretching back with his thighs widened, invitation.
Joonmyun stood, eyes dark as he watched Jongin tear open lube, and two of Jongin’s fingers slide into himself. More show than need, watching Joonmyun struggle not to touch himself. Joonmyun was going to feel just right.
“I think you know where it goes,” he drawled, letting his fingers slide out so that Joonmyun had a nice clear view.
But Joonmyun didn’t fall on him, fucking him without a thought. He knelt on the bench and ate Jongin up just looking, leaning in slowly like he was savoring everything. Jongin’s eyes closed as Joonmyun kissed him, dirty and soft as he stroked Jongin’s inner thighs. It made him ache for more and he tried pulling Joonmyun in, lifting his hips for friction, for anything.
There were no words, no questions. It was obvious he was ready and Joonmyun filled him, slick and not too slow. The last time had been frantic, and he knew it would be quick again, the near-public setting raising all their anticipation. Every time he gasped, Joonmyun took note, teasing Jongin’s chest, falling into a quick and steady rhythm that was a beat faster than the bass thudding under them.
He looked up, watching Joonmyun’s hips move, watching- Seeing a dark mark on Joonmyun’s back as he gripped not far above it. A tattoo, what looked like a little arrow. On Joonmyun. He nearly grinned. He wanted to know what it meant, why Joonmyun had gotten it. He want to lick along it and feel Joonmyun shiver and know ow hot he found it.
He wondered how many people knew.
He wondered how many people knew that Joonmyun fucked men in clubs while still wearing his shiny bright office shoes. He wondered if they should find a creative use for Joonmyun’s tie one day.
“Next time, I want to ride you,” Jongin said, and felt Joonmyun’s pace respond, a moan caught in his throat as he braced himself. “Or get on my knees so you can-“
His words faded because of Joonmyun’s stroking fingers, sliding along his cock to keep him hard, Joonmyun’s pace no longer sedate. Joonmyun in glasses in front of a computer. Joonmyun stripping for him. Joonmyun sucking him.
Each thought only had him growing harder, bucking up against Joonmyun.
When Joonmyun’s lips fastened on his neck, Jongin looked up. His face was caught in pleasure. Joonmyun’s relentless hips, the bare length of his back and the flexing tattoo as Joonmyun’s arm strained, stroking Jongin’s cock until he- Until he-
All the air rushed out of him, his head turning against Joonmyun’s as he came over Joonmyun’s hand, over his own belly.
His moan made Joonmyun’s hips falter, before his pace redoubled and all Jongin could do was hold on, moaning and bracing himself until Joonmyun cried out, the sound mostly swallowed by the club.
As Joonmyun whimpered into Jongin’s shoulder, he suspected at least their neighboring booth knew that a good time had been had. Joonmyun’s hips had mostly slowed, barely rolling as he pressed soft kisses to Jongin’s skin.
“Good,” Jongin murmured, and Joonmyun huffed out a laugh.
“Glad I decided I didn’t want to go home tonight.”
“If anyone saw us now, they’d be jealous,” Jongin said, watching his fingers trail along Joonmyun’s back in the mirror.
“Yeah,” Joonmyun said, and Jongin looked him. “Yeah.”
And Joonmyun kissed him.
He thought Joonmyun had gotten the wrong idea. He didn’t mean jealous because Jongin was with Joonmyun, but-
Because Joonmyun was with him.
But he thought for then, that would be his secret.
***
Prompt: could I ask for a fic where teen girl jongin was knocked up by her no good boyfriend who ran away but she decided to keep the baby even tho people are talking shit about her? in comes swooping adult suho to help her and they fall for each other?
***
There were more names than Jongin realized to describe a woman that people considered to have low morals. She didn’t even repeat any of them in her head, because they either made her throat close or her blood pressure to sky rocket.
She’d gotten knocked up, by a boyfriend she’d trusted - using protection she’d thought she trusted even more. But when it came right down to it, neither of them had held up. The condom, she assumed, had let just one too many sperm through, and the boyfriend upon learning that had made a hasty exit stage left to go to college in Europe. Or, so he said. For all she knew, he was fishing at a beach somewhere, while she dealt with the fallout. And it wasn’t pretty. The shock of her parents and older brothers, to the snippy opinions of medical professionals, family friends, and fellow students. At least she wasn’t showing when she graduated high school, there was that, and she wan’t excluded from participating, no matter how many sour looks she got. She’d passed her college entrance exam, and that was great. She just didn’t know what her life was going to look like after-
After.
The whole baby thing was supposed to have happened after college and marriage, preferably to an interesting guy she married for more reasons than because he’d knocked her up. Her mother seemed to think peddling her off to the first guy desperate enough for a bed warmer was a solution, at least until Jongin stopped taking her calls for a week.
Maybe the circumstances kind of sucked, but Jongin didn’t think strapping herself to a total stranger was going to help her life, or her baby’s. The baby was a stranger too, she realized. But there, she was a little short on options, and they were going to have a lifetime to get to know each other. The baby grew, and so did her stomach, and it seemed like she was in a state of perpetual waiting.
The choice to continue on, the hell with what everyone had to say, was the hardest one. But it was the only one right for her. Just her, no one else. She wasn’t going to settle, was the the thing. Maybe the sperm donor was off living it up, but she was going to come out ahead.
***
The one concession Jongin made for her boss, out of gratitude maybe for being allowed to continue working, was to wear a mockery of a ring on her left hand. It made her cringe because she felt like she was betraying all the other women who happened to find themselves in her situation, saying they were shameful if they didn’t have a man waiting at home for them. At the same time, she needed the money, and she wasn’t in a position to start crusading and telling people she wasn’t all the horrible things they thought of her. She was just Jongin, and she was pregnant, and tired, and afraid. And they probably would’ve told her she deserved to be.
And that was another thing that raised her blood pressure.
And her blood pressure was exactly why she nearly took out the knees of a customer coming out of the store with her broom.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” Jongin said, trying to get both the broom under control and the debris she’d been getting away from the flower boxes.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t get much of me. You’re okay?”
Yes, she had a cloth over her hair, and was clutching the broom like it was going to run away. She was great.
“Yes, I’m fine. I really am sorry.”
He smiled at her, and she put on her best customer-facing smile, and then realized the man wasn’t moving.
“You’re usually working at the counter, aren’t you?” he asked, and she wasn’t terribly surprised. The store had a lot of regulars, and his face was a bit familiar. He had a big coat with a fur-lined hood if she remembered correctly. Even when it wasn’t that cold out.
“That’s right,” she said, and he had that thoughtful look that men got sometimes. Like they saw her face and her breasts, and there was some kind of orgy going on behind their eyes. At least, until they got to her stomach. And she saw when he saw that, too, the straightening of his back and his eyes darting to her hand. A ring, yeah. He could think he’d been ogling a married woman and not some teenager who was still trying to figure out her life.
And she was still angry enough from earlier that she almost sneered.
“Not married,” she pointed out. “This is just a prop. But I’m the terrible one, not the guy who ran off.”
She half expected the guy and his ugly sweater to march back into the store and complain. Instead, he smiled at her.
“They should be doing everything so you can make the best choices for both of you. Don’t let them make you feel bad for it, okay?” he said.
And her face burned with embarrassment, as he told her to have a good day, and merged into the crowd on the street. Her sweeping motions were quieter, and though her heart was beating faster, she herself was calmer. There were a lot of people out there who didn’t understand. But there were people who did.
***
Four days later, the man was back, and Jongin was behind the counter that time.
“Jongin,” he said slowly, reading her name tag. And she very nearly didn’t resist teasing that she was impressed he could read. “I’m Kim Joonmyun. I realized I forgot to introduce myself after-“
And he stopped, eyes widening.
“After I nearly took out your knee?” Jongin offered.
Joonmyun’s lips trembled. “I thought you were trying to clean my clothes for free.”
Oh. It was terrible, and she groaned at him as he laughed.
And what had previously, she imagined, been a twice monthly visit became a twice weekly visit. Jongin worked the same days each week, and Joonmyun came in almost like clockwork on two of them, picking up some inexpensive item or lurking until customers left and he could spend a couple of minutes at the register talking to her.
She was dense and bad at reading intent, but she wasn’t that dense. If he’d been someone else, she’d have just ignored it, been professional, kept going. She’d had to do it before. But his stupid little jokes, and grins, those too, they kind of got to her. And that was in way she’d almost guaranteed herself she’d wait a long while to try feeling again because she’d done that, and she was harboring a proto-human for her trouble.
Of course, it was kind of hard just shutting it all down. Her stomach grew rounder over those three weeks, and she actually began to look forward to Joonmyun coming in.
“Do you just have a big stockpile of things at home?” she asked, as he weighed the heavy choice between lotion with aloe and lotion without.
“I do give them away!” Joonmyun argued. But he exhaled, knowing she’d caught on surely. “And, yeah. I have some extras built up?”
“You shouldn’t have to spend your money just to come in here,” she laughed. “That’s pretty silly, actually.”
Joonmyun seized on that immediately. “Then maybe after your shift, I could buy you some food instead.”
He might as well have stomped on her foot.
“You don’t have to.”
“I’d like to,” he pressed. “At least, if you want to. Or another day, if that’s better. Or not at all.”
Even if she’d wondered, just knowing Joonmyun had been coming in to see her, coming specifically to talk with her, seemed so weird. He’d looked at her, knew what was up with her body and her life, so it didn’t really make sense. And yet, there he was, asking her out. Maybe he thought she was easy. But then…she was pregnant. So, unless he was into that. And she weirded herself out further.
And the longer she took to answer, the faster he began to nod and smile.
“It’s all right,” he began.
“I’m not off until eight,” she said. Maybe he was everything she feared he was, and maybe she was actually afraid he wasn’t. But he wasn’t someone her mother was throwing at her, and he wasn’t over fifty. And he’d been nice to her. It didn’t entitle him to anything but maybe one meal, so she could see if she got any more understanding of him out of it.
It didn’t explain the weird burning flip in her chest when his shoulders relaxed and his smile turned just that much sweeter instead of reassuring.
“I can be here then,” he said. “I’ll wait for you at the corner?”
She agreed, and Joonmyun left without buying anything that day. And she wondered if it was a mistake.
***
Joonmyun was there when he said he would be, which she would find to be a very nice but somewhat irritating habit of his. He wasn’t super anal about opening all the doors for her in the universe, but when he was there, he held them, made sure she was about to sit before he pulled out his own chair. Things like that. It was almost like he was a gentleman, and she nearly rolled her eyes at that. He was a man, and thus he wanted something, even it if was just to hear the train wreck story of her life.
“It’s work,” Jongin said of the shop. “And they’re one place that hasn’t acted like I broke the moral code of life.”
“But you still wear the ring for them,” Joonmyun said, sipping at his tea.
Jongin shrugged. “It’s…a concession, I guess. A thanks? I don’t want them to have to suffer for my choices. I mean, it’s weird. This strange alien parasite has taken over my body. But when it defects, it’s going to be a full-fledged human I need to take care of? It’s almost too much.”
“My brother’s wife just had a baby a couple of months ago,” Joonmyun said, nodding as he spoke. “I was there visiting, trying to make sure he didn’t start climbing the walls, and they barely got me out of the room in time for the birth. Ten minutes later, boom, there was my niece. I got to hold her as soon as the grandmas would let go.”
Jongin gave a nervous chuckle. The birth. Right. That was a thing that was going to happen.
“Did she scream?”
Joonmyun winced. “Only a little?”
Because a little screaming was different than a lot. Right. There was that.
But there were pictures of his baby niece to see, and he seemed genuinely interested in…her. What was her favorite book, did she like biking, where had she traveled, did she have family. He offered all the same information about himself, which took up the duration of the meal, and she was surprised how fast two hours had passed when they’d just been sitting and talking.
“I’m going to ask this in the way that least questions your status as an adult,” Joonmyun started, when they’d made it out to the sidewalk.
“I can get home okay,” Jongin said, laughing as she could see where that was going a mile away. “I was going to get a taxi tonight anyway.”
And they were going in opposite directions, to his clear momentary disappointment.
“Would you want to meet up again?” he asked.
“I work Tuesday,” she said.
And he hazarded a guess. “Then I’ll be at the corner at eight?”
And for whatever reason, so would she.
***
Jongin’s friends were excited about this new and strange development, but she had a harder time getting her mind around it. They wanted to know what he did he do, who his family was, would her parents approve. So many questions, so many details of which some she knew and some she didn’t when she was still getting her mind around the fact that he was handsome and charming, and a little bit clumsy. His clothes were nice, and not just fake-nice but really nice, and he could obviously afford to buy a bunch of products just to chat her up. He paid for their dinners, their drinks, not in a flashy way but like he’d expected to. Him being nice wasn’t so dazzling, but he was pretty consistent about it.
There wasn’t any grabbing at her, like some guys had, either, which for a while made her think maybe it was pity. Poor woman who got knocked up, and he was using the power of his masculinity to renew her faith in mankind. Or something.
“I don’t do well with horror,” Joonmyun swore to her as they rode the elevator down from the movie theater they’d chosen.
“Are you serious?” she asked, prodding him a little because he was cute when he was flustered. Which was a lot.
“Not everyone likes horror movies,” he said, taking her arm as they skirted around a group of people waiting to go up. “My friends make fun of me. Sometimes if I’m trying to ignore the TV, they’ll tell me to look at a bad spot.”
Jongin laughed. “And then what?”
“And then I sit on them,” Joonmyun said. “But I’ve become wise to them.”
“Of course,” Jongin agreed, though she had her doubts.
Talking to him made her want to stay out all night, watching his hands move as he talked, or the warm tones of his voice. But her body had other ideas, exhausted as she stood and waited for a taxi. He probably liked holding hands. And hugs, and cuddles, and sometimes she could barely bear to be touched, and sometimes she wished someone was there. More and more often, she wished it was Joonmyun, and he’d only ever given her one-armed, gentle hugs.
And his moves, when the taxi pulled up, they were not subtle then, the way he tugged on her sleeve with one hand, and leaned in. And the kiss itself was cold, a gentle nudge of his mouth against hers. He watched her face, and her smile felt like it came from a frog but he still grinned back at her.
“I’ll text you,” he promised.
“I’ll let you know when I get home,” Jongin said, dazed.
And she turned, waved at him, alone on the sidewalk and watching after her.
Joonmyun wasn’t just trying to entertain her. Maybe there was pity in there, too, but it wasn’t just that. The way he’d looked at her mouth as he’d pulled back had her breath catching as she pressed her knuckles against her lips. He wanted her, almost certainly. He wanted…something with her. Something, she just didn’t know what.
They had a very intense conversation full of nothing but random emoticons after they got home. The last thing he sent her was a bear and a moon, which she assumed to mean he was hibernating for the night. But it still made her smile.
***
Three days. That was how long it took until their schedules lined up, so that they could see each other again. Her coworkers laughed at her when she fled out the door on the dot, and she stuffed her fake ring into her pocket as she beelined to the coffee shop he’d suggested.
He’d seemed so patiently insistent on the phone, something urgent in his voice that hadn’t triggered worry so much as it had curiosity. That and the way he’d stumbled over first suggesting coffee, then tea, then anything she’d like to drink that she could drink. Given the baby. She’d only laughed at him a little bit and he’d seemed to know it, too.
But it still felt like she held her breath when she opened the door of the cafe, carefully avoiding her belly in the process of walking in and hoping he was already there.
He was.
But Jongin came to a stop even as Joonmyun stood. He had flowers in his hand, his face eager, determined, anxious. She trying to inhale but it felt like her ribs were frozen, choking the air from her. Joonmyun was- Joonmyun was-
She wheeled, pushing out of the door and almost staggering down the street. Avoiding a pot of flowers, she found a wall to lean against, breathing with her hand pressed over her heart.
“Jongin. Are you all right?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see he still had the flowers, and it made her heart lurch again. He was close, but not too close. So considerate. And that inexplicably made her angry.
“We barely know each other!” she burst out, shoving at his shoulder. “You can’t just marry someone you barely know! Even if you feel sorry for-“
She heard him inhale and nearly forged ahead before he cut her off.
“I’m not proposing!” Joonmyun nearly shouted, and then babbled more. “I mean, I’d like to. This is where this is all heading, you know that, right? But this. Today. I was asking you if you’ll go out with me, officially.”
It kicked all the wind out of Jongin for the second time, and she collapsed the bare inch back against the wall. She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed enough to be swallowed by the earth, utterly charmed, or what. “And you had to make an event of it?”
“It seemed like something worth making an event of!” Joonmyun exclaimed. “I didn’t want to embarrass you, just to show you you’re important to me.”
Unfair, every single word he’d just said, every bit of his posture, and the way he stood close without seeming imposing, so she didn’t even want to push him away.
“I’m having a baby,” she said flatly.
Joonmyun’s eyes flicked down, and it was unfair as well, the way he smiled. “I know. I know the baby’s not mine. But I want a family, and I’m ready for one. I love kids. So it’s not just you. I could love you both.”
Like that wasn’t enough to make her head spin.
“I thought you weren’t proposing?” He grinned at her, so sheepish and ridiculous that she wanted to kick him. “Right. You just wanted me to know.”
The flowers were pretty, with a ribbon that was lovely, and she swallowed to ward off any hint of tears. Life wasn’t that easy. She could date him, and he could be a distraction, and if the circumstances had been different, she would’ve wanted to without the fear that stuck in the back of her throat. He wasn’t her ex, not even close. But he had the potential to be so much more devastating.
“You’ll have to think about your family,” she said, and hoped she conveyed all of the doubt she had on that particular subject. Sure, she could fully intend to meet Joonmyun’s friends to make sure he was everything he seemed to be, but while her mother would nitpick, she wouldn’t really object. On the other hand, she was just out of high school, no degree, a job she’d lose when she couldn’t work, and someone else’s baby on the way. She wasn’t even sure she’d choose herself. And even when she thought it she rejected it, because people were supposed to be more than that, more than the old ideas and strict family rules. The baby was hers, and that was the worth Jongin could give. If someone couldn’t see that worth because of something so shallow as genes, then that wasn’t someone she wanted involved in the child’s life.
“If you’re worried, I’ll arrange for you to meet them right away,” Joonmyun said, eyes wide and earnest. “But you shouldn’t be. Everyone is put on the earth to be loved, and that’s something my mother always told me.”
If Joonmyun would, did love her. Meeting his family sent a cold chill over her, though.
“Maybe we should wait until we’ve dated officially a while,” she hedged, and Joonmyun’s grin spread like he thought he’d won. That made her jab her fingers in his ribs. “What did you even see in me?”
Joonmyun mouth pursed for a moment. “What didn’t I see in you?”
If she could have groaned, she would’ve. “Pity?”
“Possibilities,” he corrected her. And his hand hovered near her stomach. “May I?”
Might as well. It wasn’t like it was going to get less real to him, and her stomach wasn’t shrinking any time soon. The hand he pressed after she nodded at him was gentle, non-intrusive like some of the hands that reached for her were.
“Wow,” he mouthed, smiling up at her.
It wasn’t her fault when she grabbed him around the neck and hugged him, and it was only one tear that she let soak into the collar of his shirt. She could hear the ribbon of the flowers rustling against her shirt as he rubbed her back, and she nearly laughed. Okay. So she had a boyfriend. Nothing solid, nothing for sure, but she had that. Even if maybe he was a little strange, and chicken about movies, and he had a job dull as bricks.
He craned his head back so he could look at her. “I saw- You took off your ring.”
Yeah. She had, because she’d been outside of work and ready to meet him.
“Oh yeah,” she said, feeling at the empty place with her thumb. “I’m not going to have a ring there again. Not until it’s real.”
His expression lifted at that, eyes smiling before he leaned his head against hers. She wondered if he was thinking that it would be his ring. Not that she needed a man. She had more than a lot of people did. But she did want Joonmyun around, which was the difference. So it was a maybe kind of situation. They’d try each other a while, and maybe. Maybe.
Joonmyun cupped her face, no less gentle, no less amazed than when he had touched her stomach. There were no cheesy expressions, no words to make her groan.
But he kissed her, and held her, and that told her more than any words could.
***
Prompt: hello~ could I ask for a chanyeol/kai figure skating au? preferable them as a couple ;u; (fem!jongin hehe) just something based on this? :) http://youtu.be/ifBkI2K-mzE
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They thought it was an act. Or at least, some of them did. They saw the artistry, and they saw the performance, and they saw little more than that.
“Good ice today,” Chanyeol said, and crouched to let his fingertips rub against it as he circled Jongin.
She nearly rolled her eyes. “You say that every day.”
“I don’t! Last week the ice-“
“Was like trying to skate over rumble strips. I know,” she teased, and laughed when he caught her by the waist and pulled her with him.
But they weren’t there to play, but to practice. It was a routine they would learn until she was dreaming it, until when he threw her, she landed to the beat of the music and kept on flying.
And when he caught her up, and leaned in close with his hair too shaggy, she want to push it back and kiss him for real instead of stopping just short.
It felt like a tease.
Because his smile when he learned the most intricate footwork had been what had drawn her. He had not been someone to whom it all came easy. It had been his enjoyment that had made him press on.
And it had been how they had met. He was supposed to have learned from her, and he did.
But he had lifted her, and grinned at her, and gotten up so grimly from a fall, skating to stand beside her even though his pride had to have been smarting.
Their initial mismatch had not meant their success. But she thought the fact that they had tried together had most certainly played a part.
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Prompt: hi~ do you mind me asking for puppy boy chanyeol finding catboy jongin in the rain and adopting him? awkward shy jongin and smothering with love chanyeol would be nice! thank you~~
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The rain was so hard and so fast that Chanyeol almost missed the smell until he’d passed right by. Cat, he thought. Kind of rank, at that. Cat in an alley, that wasn’t normal, and he nearly lost his umbrella when he turned back around.
He found the cat in a huddle, covered with opened newspapers to shield himself from the rain. Wet cat. Wet cat who growled at him when he lifted up a corner of the paper. So, cats and dogs didn’t get on that well sometimes, but his tail was showing he was friendly.
“I have a warm place you can sleep,” Chanyeol promised. And the cat’s face went neutral.
But when Chanyeol extended his hand, the cat took it.
***
Unlike felines, human cats liked water, long luxurious baths, and Chanyeol experienced that firsthand. It was almost an hour until Jongin - he’d finally gotten the name out of him - emerged from the bathroom. He smelled better, and he was warmly dressed in Chanyeol’s pajamas. Chanyeol had fried rice with bits of fish, and Jongin ate it, his eyes more on Chanyeol than on his food.
“You feel better?”
Jongin nodded, and Chanyeol waited until he’d eaten for his next question.
“Do you have a home?”
A family, any kind of family.
“Not any more,” Jongin said.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. He had Chanyeol.
“You can stay here,” Chanyeol said, moving forward and surrounding Jongin with all of his feelings and his arms as well.
Jongin stilled, but he nodded. And that was good enough for Chanyeol.
If cats liked to groom? He could do that. Chanyeol bought a special brush cats were supposed to like. Jongin only half tolerated it, staring a the floor as Chanyeol tried to groom him.
When Chanyeol was relaxing with his TV, Jongin hovered until Chanyeol reached for him and pulled him in. And then he was so tense, until he finally relaxed as Chanyeol squeezed him.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” Chanyeol enthused, and Jongin nodded at him, burying his face in Chanyeol’s shoulder. Jongin didn’t smell like a cat as much any more as he did Jongin, and Chanyeol could smell himself there, too. Jongin got his toes warm under Chanyeol’s legs and offered him the tea Jongin had made.
They shared it, and when Chanyeol made a sound of pleasure at how good the tea was, Jongin smiled at him.
***
Prompt: hello~ can I get a small continuation from catboy jongin and puppyboy chanyeol? like a day in the life with their little arguments and differences of cat and dog (but they end it with cuddles and kisses)? :)
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Chanyeol liked to touch a little rougher than Jongin did, when it came right down to it. Chanyeol was physical and demonstrative, and shed his clothes with alarming irregularity. Jongin would find a not-terribly-pleasant sock draped over the back of a chair, or hidden in the hallway corner, and shirts like towels on the towel rack. Only, they were dirty.
Jongin was mostly used to the tackling hugs, but that was mostly unacceptable. Chanyeol was generally neat, otherwise. He didn’t leave strings of toothpaste around.
He didn’t have much love of washing dishes either, even when Jongin’s hackles went up when he kept depositing dishes in the sink without doing anything about them.
Dishes, and they had no dishwasher besides their own two hands, did not wash themselves.
“Be more aware,” Jongin said, poking into Chanyeol’s chest. No, the puppy eyes weren’t going to work on him, even if they had in the past, and probably would again in the future.
“I don’t do it on purpose!”
“Unless you sleepwalk,” Jongin shot back.
So he had Chanyeol help him wash the dishes, and followed Chanyeol around as they searched for missing articles of clothing.
When they were done, Chanyeol’s ears were drooping, and Jongin was satisfied.
It wouldn’t hurt to give a little, though. He curled against Chanyeol’s side and let Chanyeol love on him, nuzzling into Jongin’s neck where Chanyeol said he smelled best, and humming as Jongin pressed kisses on his cheek.
“I like us working together,” Chanyeol said.
It was better than being angry, that was for certain.
But he nearly purred when Chanyeol cuddled him closer, gentle. He was swept back for a moment, dizzy, supported on Chanyeol’s arm. But Chanyeol smiled and kissed him, and Jongin wound himself just a little bit closer.
***
Prompt: a fic in which everyone thinks chanyeol and jongin are dating because they're close and know each other well but to each other, it's normal and their relationship transcends romance? (They do love each other buckets tho!)
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Maybe it was the teasing. Or the touching. Or the way people seemed to interpret looks between them. Chanyeol had a strange way of both reading Jongin’s mind and totally ignoring what he found there, to the point where Jongin was sure he didn’t want to be touched only to enjoy being aggressively cuddled. When Jongin was complimented that he seemed to almost have Chanyeol trained, he was amused.
When Chanyeol was asked what he was getting Jongin for their ~anniversary~ Chanyeol just blinked his ridiculous eyelashes, jaw dropping open like a hungry parrot.
“We’re not dating,” Jongin said.
Which prompted other jaws to drop.
This had happened more times than Jongin really cared to count, and he was the one rolling his eyes while Chanyeol looked poleaxed sometimes. Of course, once Chanyeol got used to it, he was amused too, hamming it up in Chanyeol fashion. But Jongin didn’t really need pretend when he had reality, and he knew that being friends was what was right.
They worked. And he knew that as Chanyeol sent a big beaming grin at him. And his shoulder was nice to sleep on, and he had decent taste in music. All in all, they’d found what was perfect for them.
***
Prompt: Hi~ do you think you could write a figure skating au where chanyeol's partner quits and he has to find a new one so off he goes to find the perfect partner and ends up with so much more when he finds jongin?
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Too tall. Too awkward. Too much of everything to ever skate with a partner.
Chanyeol had defied all of those. Maybe he wasn’t the most artistic dancer, though that had come with time, but no one could argue that he didn’t have the technical skills. It had obsessed him, at times, to the detriment of his health. He’d had to take a few months off to nurse an injured ankle, only to come back stronger than ever. The thing was, he’d gotten into skating because it was something to do with people. He didn’t want to be alone out there, didn’t want to shape his body to the music just for himself. If he jumped, he didn’t want to be flying alone.
The partnership had almost been broken before it started, because Chanyeol was driven, and his partner hadn’t been. He took minimal classes, eyes on the Olympics, on the next competition, and his partner wanted a degree. Basically, they didn’t believe the same way. They took second once together, and then that was the end. No more nagging about extra practice time to try to get their skating in sync.
Jongin was different. When Chanyeol watched videos of Jongin skating, he could almost feel himself skating along. There was a musicality there, challenging the jumps and unafraid to move. Someone Chanyeol could match to, and learn from. Shorter than him, but so many were, but that was perfect. It was drama in sets of two, blades cutting across ice, and bodies aching from wrong landings and a fall.
“We do this my way,” Jongin said, eyes flicking up Chanyeol’s body as though not really believing Chanyeol could move.
Chanyeol wouldn’t argue, though. He was kind of subtle like that, sometimes, getting his way by persistence. And he wanted to know what Jongin had to say, what thoughts there were on how they could improve together.
He watched Jongin practice, stretch, spin. They practiced on and off the ice, creating schedules only for the two of them, for their coach. When he pulled Jongin against him, there was such unrestrained anticipation there, energy as Jongin anticipated what happened next-
They jumped together. They landed almost in sync. When Chanyeol grinned, Jongin returned it. But they didn’t have to just do it once, but over and over until they moved together and to the music.
“I don’t want to stop at just a few competitions,” Jongin said, leaning against Chanyeol’s shoulder as they waited for their bus. “I didn’t know if we would fit, but. I think we can.”
Chanyeol nodded enthusiastically. “Me, too. I want everything.”
And his words got all choked up in his throat when Jongin bumped against him, hands brushing together on Chanyeol’s thigh. Everything.
***
Prompt: Could you write a SuKai where they have to cross-dress because the Showtime viewer ratings went over 2%? Suho being silly in his puffy skirt, Kai being embarrassed with his long legs on display and everything. Doesn't have to be smut ^^ Other member cameos much appreciated~ <3
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The others were very enthusiastic about the outfits because it wasn’t them. Chanyeol made noises like he was some kind of fashion designer as Joonmyun got his outfit on, making a noise of amusement just long enough to get hit when he saw Jongin’s short skirt.
“It’s cool,” was all Sehun had to say, and his voice wavered.
Joonmyun felt like a princess in the skirt that made him feel like Cinderella. They put him in a long, wavy-haired wig and carefully lined his eyes. He almost, almost didn’t recognize himself in the mirror, and when Kyungsoo’s eyes went wider, he nearly turned right back around to go in the room.
Too bad Jongin and his padded chest had been in his way.
“Nice legs,” Tao said to Jongin, the glee in his voice meaning that he meant it and he wasn’t just making fun.
“Who’s your prince?” Lu Han wanted to know.
“I don’t need one,” Joonmyun said quickly, just as Jongdae piped up, “No, he picked Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo’s lips were quivering and Jongin was yanking on his skirt as Chanyeol tried to rally to be chosen as Jongin’s escort.
Jongin looked cute, Joonmyun thought. He wanted to pet Jongin’s head and tell him he was fine.
It was all for the fans.
Even when Jongin hid behind Joonmyun’s skirt and nearly upended them both into a pile of cloth and makeup.
***
Prompt: fanxing yixings kittyixings anything
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Yixing was picky in a number of ways, which sometimes made Kris wonder how Yixing had ended up choosing his home. Like many cats, Yixing liked to be clean, emerging from the steamy bathroom in an oversized and fluffy blue robe. But he also had particular ways of sleeping, and that meant that Kris couldn’t wear a shirt. Granted, he’d wondered about that stipulation, but Yixing insisted because his shirt got caught on Kris’s, and then he woke up. Some cats had their own beds, own rooms, but Yixing hadn’t taken long to avail himself of Kris’s.
It meant he woke some mornings to the twitching of one of Yixing’s ears on his chest or his back. Yixing sought out heat, and Kris wondered if that wasn’t half his reasoning for keeping Kris half naked. He was a human heating pad for Yixing to sleep against and rub against. Sometimes literally, as Yixing whimpered in his sleep and squirmed against him.
Sometimes he woke with Yixing’s cheek pressed on his chest, just staring at him.
“What?” Kris asked, feeling for his hair to see if it had started standing up.
“You were talking in your sleep,” Yixing said, sitting up, his silky dark tail sweeping around to rest on Kris’s arm. “I heard my name. Maybe it was English?”
Kris squinted, trying to remember what he might’ve been dreaming about. When Yixing had first arrived, he’d dreamed of Yixing leaving, deciding Kris wasn’t good enough. He’d dreamed of Yixing curled around him, Yixing nipping at his fingertips and nuzzling his face.
Some of those had come true. But as Yixing pressed a kiss beside his lips, only the best ones.
***
Prompt: smut fanxing porn stars
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They’d chosen a new guy, Kris they said. He was a good compliment, tall, a good sized cock. Perfect for the dynamics they were going for, a foreigner being swept away by Yixing and focused only on seducing him. It was the little story lines beforehand that were the most awkward, trying to feign interest, feign disinterest or discomfort. Kris felt huge against his side, murmuring compliments and pretending to buy him drinks.
When Kris’s hand spread against Yixing’s thigh, the gasp wasn’t fake. He looked down to see those fingers spread against the cloth and wondered if he would have difficultly not getting too hard too fast.
Not usually his problem.
The real set was a hotel room where Kris would play out his seduction, and it was supposed to be quick, hoping the shots went well.
Sloppy kisses led to eager touches, and Yixing writhed on the bed as Kris demonstrated his want. He sucked, and Yixing moaned, control slipping with every throb. It was Kris worshiping him, wanting him, needing him, and all Yixing had to do was be there, be naked, let Kris do to him what the script said. Long fingers slid slick into him.
“I want you,” Kris said, and Yixing watched with spread thighs as Kris rolled a condom onto his cock.
Kris covered him and filled him and Yixing moaned, the thick press filling him tight. It was all he could to arch his back and moan as Kris’s hips surged against him. He was still half hard when Kris began to stroke him, and Kris kissed him with as much control as his body was showing. Kris, in charge of both their pleasure, at least right then. Some other time-
He prayed they wouldn’t make Kris stop. He met Kris’s eyes as Kris jerked him, fucked him He looked so fucking pleased that Yixing was falling apart beneath him. Maybe Kris knew it wasn’t fake. Yixing wasn’t reaching for arousal, wasn’t thinking anything depraved to keep himself hard. If Kris stopped, he’d have begged. Even gasping for breath, he-
None of the sounds were fake as he babbled that he was coming. Kris fucked him faster, stroked him quicker, the moan starting so low, so painful, until the first shot of semen landed against his chest. Kris never stopped even as more landed on his belly, and dripped over Kris’s fingers.
Kris was hissing through his teeth and he picked up Yixing’s hips as his own took a brutal pace. He hung on and watched and moaned his encouragement until Kris stopped, frantic with the pulling of the condom, only two quick strokes until he was coming on Yixing’s belly.
The cameras were still rolling when Kris leaned in, kissed him.
By the time the director allowed them to stop, he was keening into the kisses, trying to pull Kris closer by his shoulders, and lifting his hips against Kris’s. When Kris pulled away, his lips were swollen, panting hard in a way that had Yixing swallowing.
If it looked half as good as it had felt, he knew it would not be the last time they were chosen together.
***
Prompt: Hi~ can I have a fic where eager puppy baekhyun and jongdae wants to play with the new kitty jongin but overprotective chanyeol doesn't want to let that happen because he's scared jongin will get hurt? how it ends is up to you~
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The eager sounds of barking to greet Chanyeol as his door opened were sounds that really made him happy. Two eager faces, ready at all times for cuddles and belly rubs and unfortunate licks up the side of his face. Though the dynamic had changed, a bit. Chanyeol had been worried, bringing a new pet home. Baekhyun and Jongdae were both well socialized and had been to many different homes to play with different dogs and cats. He just didn’t want to create a bad situation for the dark brown cat he’d carried home with him a few days before.
The first night, he’d left Jongin in the bathroom with the door closed as the dogs sniffed around outside it because of the new smell.
The next night, Jongin had slept in Chanyeol’s room with the door closed even though the dogs put up a mild fuss at being excluded. He let them meet Jongin one at a time, watching Jongin crouch and not hiss, but have one paw ready as first Baekhyun and then Jongdae sniffed at him, and then immediately wanted to play.
The wagging tail to Chanyeol meant vastly different things than it did to Jongin.
But there were no casualties from those meetings. He ordered Baekhyun and Jongdae back when they started ganging up on Jongin, giving Jongin the moment he needed to escape up onto a bookshelf or something. The two dogs just stared up adoringly as Jongin peered down at them.
“Be gentle,” Chanyeol said. And he was pretty confident Jongin was in charge of himself and his surroundings after showing he could get away when he needed to.
So he left the three of them there alone, half wishing he’d put up some kind of webcam to check on them.
When he got home, there were no immediate barks, no bustling bodies.
Jongdae’s tail gave a tired thump of greeting though, from the fuzzy bed he and Baekhyun usually slept in. Instead, he and Baekhyun each had a corner, and Jongin had the majority of the rest, tail a mesmerizing wiggle in front of Baekhyun’s nose.
Jongin had apparently determined the pecking order of their household.
Just as it should’ve been.
***
Prompt: could you do another sehun/Kai/jongin threesome story again. I don't mind it having smut lol but there can be some heart to heart between all three of them. Like maybe either Kai or jongin is starring to feel some doubt in this threesome.
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Kai knew something was wrong when Jongin declined going out, when he knew they were meeting up with Sehun. It wasn’t like they never met up just two of them, or never made out just two of them, but the majority of the time they were all together.
“Sehun missed you,” Kai said, when he got back up to their room.
“I can’t imagine why-“
The sack landed in Jongin’s lap before he could finish his statement.
“Sehun missed you,” Kai said again.
It was Jongin’s favorite pastry from the cafe, and Sehun had doodled some ridiculous drawing on a napkin for him as well.
“I didn’t have him do that if that’s what you’re wondering,” Kai said.
Jongin frowned at him. “How did you know?”
“We used to be one person, remember?”
Before they’d even been recognizable as human, but who was counting. Still, Jongin looked abashed.
“He had to run home to get some things, but he’s staying the night, if that’s okay,” Kai said. “Are you unhappy with this?”
“No,” Jongin said, kicking up to his feet. “I just- I worry. You’re, well. You. And Sehun-“
“Loves both of us. Wants both of us, which, obviously.”
“Not obviously. We’re not the same person. You just think everything’s going to be fine.”
Bewildered was a good word to use for his state of mind. “Where is this even coming from? Did Sehun do something? Did I not let you kiss him enough last time?”
“No. But I was reading. I was reading,” Jongin said again when Kai groaned. “And it sounds like these things don’t work. I don’t know.”
“If you weren’t my brother, I couldn’t do this,” Kai said. “We’re different than the things you read.”
“Ugh,” Jongin said, but he didn’t try and get away when Kai hugged him. A couple of bracing smacks to his back, and they were more laughing at each other than being emotional. Still, Kai was glad Jongin wasn’t totally off about it. It was normal to re-evaluate and whatever, but unless something had gone weird that Kai didn’t know about, they were strong.
“If you ask nicely, Sehun might even talk to you instead of making out with you.”
“Stop,” Jongin laughed, but they were both quiet since there was a noticeable sound coming in their direction.
Sehun was as subtle as an elephant, barging into the room. He dropped his bag, evident from the thunk on the floor.
“Are you getting started without me?” Sehun asked.
And Jongin actually snorted into Kai’s shoulder before holding out an arm. It was Sehun who kissed Jongin, almost frowning at him, and Jongin nearly mumbled his thanks for the treat.
“It’s not better than me though, right?” Sehun asked.
And Kai knew things were going to be okay when Sehun had to yelp and run for the bed to try and get away.
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Prompt: smut Kai ends up telling Sehun about how Jongin was feeling, so Sehun decides to show both Jongin and Kai that he loves them both and doesn't prefer one to the other. Heartfelt smut... I guess :D. THANK YOU <333
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It was planned to be pretty equal, and Sehun had been less than okay when it was revealed that Jongin felt like he maybe didn’t belong. It was always going to be weird with three, always going to take more work, but Sehun thought they’d been doing well. So they went on a few dates, and held hands, and had sloppy kisses, and Jongin seemed happy.
When they made out, Sehun was sprawled in both laps, reveling in the difference, and the similarity, of their kisses.
Sehun had a thing, an oral thing, and there was nothing he could do except give in to it. So having two guys hard in front of him was kind of a dream come true. He licked them, both of them, smiling up at Jongin and then Kai. He liked that they didn’t mind him going back and forth between them. He liked that they didn’t mind when he got greedy and tried to suck them both at once, with moderate success.
“He looks good like that,” Kai said, and Jongin agreed, and Sehun just rolled his eyes up at them.
When Sehun pressed Jongin onto his back, it was on purpose, because Jongin liked to kiss, and Sehun wanted to be between them. With Kai in him and Jongin around him, it was hard to think, feeling Jongin’s moans as all three of them moved.
“Jongin,” Sehun gasped, and then moaned as Kai sucked hard on his shoulder. “Love you? Faster?”
“Bossy,” Jongin complained, but without bite as he lifted his hips to meet Sehun’s.
He really did get twin moans, and Sehun bit his lip at the thought, at least until he shuddered.
Sehun shoved them around after, Jongin at his back and Kai against his chest, two arms over him from either direction.
“Perfect,” Sehun murmured, and felt Jongin nuzzle the back of his head. It wasn’t like he could show Jongin in a day. And Kai was already unconscious. But it was a start.
***
Pairings: Gen, Zhou Mi/Xiumin, Zhou Mi/Kai, Kris/Kai, Suho/Kai, Chanyeol/Kai, Kris/Lay, Kai/Sehun
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: sexual situations
Summary: Nineteen different requests from ask.fm, smut should be marked.
Prompt: http://i-cantchange.tumblr.com/post/74661075564/exo-we-are-vegetables giggles, a day in the life of exo vegetables please? :)
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Sehun guarded his florets with care, because some people wielded cutting tools and liked to pretend to snip in his direction. He wasn’t naming names, but he smelled like the ocean.
Not that Minseok or Baekhyun were ever happy with his teasing either, because there were things that were sacred. Veggies like Joonmyun or Yixing, or even Lu Han didn’t have to worry. And Jongdae was pretty sheltered by them.
“One vegetable alone is boring,” Joonmyun preached, especially when the littlest among them glared in the direction of Kris or Chanyeol. “We can’t all be the same height or width or give or need the same things. We’d block out the sun, and no one would shine.”
Kyungsoo nodded and no one argued, because he had a surprisingly long reach.
And Tao just glared from behind where Joonmyun was, until Sehun flopped against him.
Rabbits were the mortal enemy, and deer, and dogs.
The time to grow and play was for a season, and then there was serious work to be done. Work only the best veggies could do, and that meant all the time in the sun and shade, and shivering huddled together, meant they were ready.
They piled in together, sleeping in tired heaps and tangles, and dreamed sleeping of Joonmyun’s words and the wonderful things they were destined for.
***
Prompt: smut Zhou Mi/Xiumin should be a thing. http://sake-plus-honey.tumblr.com/post/72181447322 ;A;
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There were too many clothes between them, but time meant it was necessary. Minseok kissed him, their pants open, hard together as he pulled Minseok over him.
Mandarin tumbled out from Minseok in sentences and streams, unrelated words not always intelligible or connected, like some kind of poetry that left him fascinated and eager to know what words would come next. Sometimes he lapsed into Korean, gasps between words as he lowered his head to fit his lips against Zhou Mi’s. Between their bodies, Zhou Mi stroked them together. Minseok moaned, cheeks flushed and elbow braced, and rocked his hips against Zhou Mi and his stroking hand.
When Minseok’s fingertip touched his mouth, he took it in, touched it with his tongue and sucked. Another time, the next time even, Zhou Mi promised with his eyes. And Minseok’s expression was so bright, like that was soon, like he wasn’t-
Like he wasn’t already coming Zhou Mi’s hand, on Zhou Mi’s bared stomach.
It was another minute, eyes on Minseok’s panting face, before he lost control himself, squirming in finally-fulfilled pleasure as Minseok stroked his face.
Minseok breathed into his collarbone, and Zhou Mi stroked his back, and for a little while they didn’t have to move. Comfortable together and warm, feeling Minseok’s smiles. Sound outside of the room forced them to move. Minseok licked his lips as they helped each other clean up a bit, get their pants fastened.
And he pressed one last kiss against Zhou Mi’s mouth, a smile there, a promise, before he went to join the others.
***
Prompt: smut a fic where jongin has feels for beloved senpai (super junior member of your choice(Zhou Mi)) and is shy but adorable about it please? :)
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“It’s my favorite song on the album,” Jongin said, taking a deep breath. It wasn’t like he was saying anything weird. And sure, he liked Jongdae’s stuff, too, and Jongdae would’ve preened, but that was different.
Zhou Mi’s eyes went a bit wide, smile racing across his face as he turned to Jongin, turned his whole attention on him until Jongin was stiff-backed and awkward under it.
“Really?”
Jongin’s ears were burning, his neck.
“Yeah.”
“Did you want me to sign for you?” Zhou Mi said, moving his head toward the album Jongin was clutching. And it was halfway between a tease and a legitimate offer, and Jongin nearly gulped. He’d brought it as something to do with his hands, a conversation starter, more than anything else.
But then it seemed rude and weird to refuse, considering he was standing there like some kind of fanboy. Which, okay. He was, but that wasn’t all of it, and he couldn’t just /say/ stuff.
But then he didn’t know what to do with himself when Zhou Mi took the album, humming as he flipped to the page he wanted to sign. And then in fluid strokes, almost faster than Jongin could see, the characters of Zhou Mi’s name spread out on the page. In careful lettering, though, Zhou Mi wrote Jongin’s name, like it was more important even than his own. And he kept writing as Jongin’s flush grew darker.
Keep making wonderful stages and memories.
“Oh,” Jongin manages, as Zhou Mi beams up at him.
“I really enjoy watching you. I envy the way you dance,” Zhou Mi said, laughing.
And Jongin quite seriously giggled back at him, until Zhou Mi’s eyes went wide. “Oh, do you have some place to be?”
It was a miracle his brain didn’t rattle, the way Jongin shook his head. And it was amazing he didn’t combust, when Zhou Mi made room on the couch and then expected him to sit and talk to him like a normal human. And after a few minutes, he did. Zhou Mi didn’t most of the speaking, of course, and the touching of Jongin’s arm, or knee. But Jongin was content to sit and answer, and listen, and smile, as Zhou Mi smiled back at him.
***
Prompt: Can you write more Jongin and MiMi that was so adorable
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It wasn’t like it was easy to just go up and ask. Jongin couldn’t approach Jongdae and say, hey, you saw Zhou Mi today. Did he mention me? Can I come along next time? Did he look good? Of course, that last wasn’t even much of a question, but more like in what manner he looked good. What had he been wearing. There were definitely times Jongin appreciated being cuddled more than others, but his imagination on that front functioned fully.
At least, until the time he attached himself to a group going to the SJM rehearsals to “support” them. (Or rather, goggle in delight, because if he thought his crush was inconvenient, he’d actually gotten out lucky.) So the others flocked to Kyuhyun or Donghae or Ryeowook. Jongin was three back, barely understanding the words flying around him when he took one last furtive glance. And then he froze as Zhou Mi’s eyes widened.
“Jongin!”
And then Jongin was surrounded by a slightly sweaty, surprisingly appealing-smelling hug. And he meant surrounded, like every physical force was packaged up in Zhou Mi squeezing him tight.
He might’ve wheezed, and it wasn’t from not being able to breathe. He just wanted to hit pause on life so he could absorb it, squeaking as Zhou Mi patted his back and let him go. He felt suddenly naked and bereft, and that was just cruel.
“You going to show them how it’s done?” Zhou Mi asked, low and close, gesturing to where Hyukjae and Donghae were elbowing each other as Tao laughed at them.
If Zhou Mi wanted him to, he’d certainly try.
***
Prompt: kriskai with girl jongin? a meet the family thing with joonmyeon, minseok and jongdae as the overprotective siblings (if they're girls or guys that's up to you~) and kris attenpting to act suave and cool but failing (think Showtime xD poor bb) how it ends is up to you~
***
There wasn’t anything drastic that happened, so she was grateful for that. Well. The biggest problem was that Kris seemed to get it into his head that he needed to put on a front, pretend to be someone her family would think worthy of dating her. Which wasn’t a really great idea, considering she already thought he was worthy of dating her, and Kris trying to act like he was James Bond only made her giggle.
Her brothers, they were the ones she’d most worried about. Joonmyun, not so much, though he sometimes went a step too far without realizing it. Minseok felt obligated as the oldest, and Jongdae could be irreverent, and they all had different definitions of what was “good enough” for her.
Her only satisfaction was when they met and they got to see how tall Kris was. Oh-so-polite.
What did Kris do? Joonmyun wanted to know.
Where did his family live? Minseok asked.
Did he want to stay in Korea? Jongdae asked, just barely avoiding a pointed kick.
The only thing they didn’t ask was his shoe size and how many kids he wanted.
And most of the nice little pretend-cool Kris tried to unearth was gone in the first fifteen minutes when he’d nearly choked on his drink, turned away food, and then ended up slouched against her after he’d nearly stuttered answering Minseok’s pointed inquiry about politics.
If Minseok had met her eyes, he would’ve seen warnings.
It really started going downhill, though, when Kris and Joonmyun realized they had a shared love of a movie. That ended up in a debate with the other two about merits and plot lines and-
Before she knew it, she’d mostly been forgotten except for the part where Kris occasionally squeezed her hand. The other he was using for gestures as the argument went on.
Far from tense, the meeting ended only when she stood up and announced they were leaving.
Kris smiled up at her a bit sheepishly.
One part of her family down, at least.
***
Prompt: in the spirits of Winter Olympics? :"3 could I have a kriskai fic? intercountry relationship maybe? (figure skater jongin please!)
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He got to meet a lot of people. Some were cool, and some were strange. Jongin was pretty happy to go out with his friends, mostly from outside of figure skating since they tended to band together for language purposes. But they ended up with a big conglomeration of Team China and Team Canada, most of whom spoke Korean because of coaches or schooling, and it was pretty fun, he had to admit.
Lu Han was dominating Minseok’s time, and Henry was just drifting around giving thumbs up to people. And then from beside him, Sehun suddenly blurted, “You do what?”
“Curling.”
Sehun met Jongin’s eyes for a moment. They hadn’t known what Kris was there for except for the fact that they knew he was there for Canada. The big maple leaf and the fact that Henry had been draped over him had been a clue.
Jongin had some clue of what it was, but he played dumb, enjoying how Kris explained it to them with cups as markers, using his finger to scrub at the table as a glass slid along a path of its own condensation.
“We both compete on the ice,” Kris said, clearly trying not to laugh as he said it.
Sure. Jongin did was doing triple axels and Kris was competing with a rock and a broom. Or whatever it was that he was miming.
“I’d be glad to show you both how,” Kris said, and though he offered for both of them, his eyes were on Jongin.
“You should go,” Sehun said nearly in Jongin’s ear. “Maybe you’d learn something about ice-“
And then he squawked and bolted out of the booth as Jongin started smacking at his leg.
“Sounds like fun,” Jongin said. Even though he wasn’t sure how fun it’d be. It was fostering goodwill between nations, and things.
And he watched the way Kris’s hand wrapped around his glass. That too.
***
Prompt: smut top!suho with jongin, tattoo
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One day he was going to get Joonmyun out of his suit. The two - three times if he counted the time he’d gotten Joonmyun’s suit pants open to jerk him off - times he’d gotten Joonmyun even partly naked hadn’t really been enough. A drink or two, that was fine. Joonmyun wasn’t big into that, and he wasn’t dressed like everyone else. His concession was his loosened tie, and that night Jongin got him out of that even.
When his hand cupped Joonmyun’s neck, Joonmyun leaned into him, artless, against the beat of the music. He liked to kiss, and Joonmyun liked his moth, and it was effect, pulling Joonmyun with him.
“One day I’ll get you here in more appropriate clothes,” Jongin said. Not a suit and a half-loose tie. He could imagine Joonmyun in leather pants that clung to him, and maybe some kind of peekaboo shirt that’d get Jongin hot. Though, he wasn’t kidding himself: kissing Joonmyun as he undid the prim row of buttons down his chest got him hot, too. Debauching the staid office worker. Or rather, letting Joonmyun debauch him.
They were hidden from eyes but not truly alone. The sound of the club music still thudded around them, just somewhat muffled by the high booth walls. If someone had truly tried to see, they could have. But it was no secret what it was made for, the wide benches, the table, the ceiling with its pristine mirror. He’d watched himself in those mirrors more than once, and it would be his second with Joonmyun.
Joonmyun was hard in his dark briefs, hard from Jongin’s lips against his neck and the slow grinding they had done on the floor. He was the lucky one who got to ruffle Joonmyun up, throwing aside the shirt he’d undone button by button, the undershirt so he could kiss his way down Joonmyun’s bare chest. Joonmyun was standing on braced knees, his hands on Jongin’s head, gasping. Jongin was gasping, too, pushing down his tight pants and pulling out a couple of condoms, tossing one aside. He let Joonmyun watch as he pushed down Joonmyun’s underwear, rolling the condom onto Joonmyun’s cock and kissing it.
For luck, maybe. Or because it made Joonmyun gasp.
One day he was going to get down there and suck Joonmyun until he couldn’t stand, but he planted himself on the bench instead, stretching back with his thighs widened, invitation.
Joonmyun stood, eyes dark as he watched Jongin tear open lube, and two of Jongin’s fingers slide into himself. More show than need, watching Joonmyun struggle not to touch himself. Joonmyun was going to feel just right.
“I think you know where it goes,” he drawled, letting his fingers slide out so that Joonmyun had a nice clear view.
But Joonmyun didn’t fall on him, fucking him without a thought. He knelt on the bench and ate Jongin up just looking, leaning in slowly like he was savoring everything. Jongin’s eyes closed as Joonmyun kissed him, dirty and soft as he stroked Jongin’s inner thighs. It made him ache for more and he tried pulling Joonmyun in, lifting his hips for friction, for anything.
There were no words, no questions. It was obvious he was ready and Joonmyun filled him, slick and not too slow. The last time had been frantic, and he knew it would be quick again, the near-public setting raising all their anticipation. Every time he gasped, Joonmyun took note, teasing Jongin’s chest, falling into a quick and steady rhythm that was a beat faster than the bass thudding under them.
He looked up, watching Joonmyun’s hips move, watching- Seeing a dark mark on Joonmyun’s back as he gripped not far above it. A tattoo, what looked like a little arrow. On Joonmyun. He nearly grinned. He wanted to know what it meant, why Joonmyun had gotten it. He want to lick along it and feel Joonmyun shiver and know ow hot he found it.
He wondered how many people knew.
He wondered how many people knew that Joonmyun fucked men in clubs while still wearing his shiny bright office shoes. He wondered if they should find a creative use for Joonmyun’s tie one day.
“Next time, I want to ride you,” Jongin said, and felt Joonmyun’s pace respond, a moan caught in his throat as he braced himself. “Or get on my knees so you can-“
His words faded because of Joonmyun’s stroking fingers, sliding along his cock to keep him hard, Joonmyun’s pace no longer sedate. Joonmyun in glasses in front of a computer. Joonmyun stripping for him. Joonmyun sucking him.
Each thought only had him growing harder, bucking up against Joonmyun.
When Joonmyun’s lips fastened on his neck, Jongin looked up. His face was caught in pleasure. Joonmyun’s relentless hips, the bare length of his back and the flexing tattoo as Joonmyun’s arm strained, stroking Jongin’s cock until he- Until he-
All the air rushed out of him, his head turning against Joonmyun’s as he came over Joonmyun’s hand, over his own belly.
His moan made Joonmyun’s hips falter, before his pace redoubled and all Jongin could do was hold on, moaning and bracing himself until Joonmyun cried out, the sound mostly swallowed by the club.
As Joonmyun whimpered into Jongin’s shoulder, he suspected at least their neighboring booth knew that a good time had been had. Joonmyun’s hips had mostly slowed, barely rolling as he pressed soft kisses to Jongin’s skin.
“Good,” Jongin murmured, and Joonmyun huffed out a laugh.
“Glad I decided I didn’t want to go home tonight.”
“If anyone saw us now, they’d be jealous,” Jongin said, watching his fingers trail along Joonmyun’s back in the mirror.
“Yeah,” Joonmyun said, and Jongin looked him. “Yeah.”
And Joonmyun kissed him.
He thought Joonmyun had gotten the wrong idea. He didn’t mean jealous because Jongin was with Joonmyun, but-
Because Joonmyun was with him.
But he thought for then, that would be his secret.
***
Prompt: could I ask for a fic where teen girl jongin was knocked up by her no good boyfriend who ran away but she decided to keep the baby even tho people are talking shit about her? in comes swooping adult suho to help her and they fall for each other?
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There were more names than Jongin realized to describe a woman that people considered to have low morals. She didn’t even repeat any of them in her head, because they either made her throat close or her blood pressure to sky rocket.
She’d gotten knocked up, by a boyfriend she’d trusted - using protection she’d thought she trusted even more. But when it came right down to it, neither of them had held up. The condom, she assumed, had let just one too many sperm through, and the boyfriend upon learning that had made a hasty exit stage left to go to college in Europe. Or, so he said. For all she knew, he was fishing at a beach somewhere, while she dealt with the fallout. And it wasn’t pretty. The shock of her parents and older brothers, to the snippy opinions of medical professionals, family friends, and fellow students. At least she wasn’t showing when she graduated high school, there was that, and she wan’t excluded from participating, no matter how many sour looks she got. She’d passed her college entrance exam, and that was great. She just didn’t know what her life was going to look like after-
After.
The whole baby thing was supposed to have happened after college and marriage, preferably to an interesting guy she married for more reasons than because he’d knocked her up. Her mother seemed to think peddling her off to the first guy desperate enough for a bed warmer was a solution, at least until Jongin stopped taking her calls for a week.
Maybe the circumstances kind of sucked, but Jongin didn’t think strapping herself to a total stranger was going to help her life, or her baby’s. The baby was a stranger too, she realized. But there, she was a little short on options, and they were going to have a lifetime to get to know each other. The baby grew, and so did her stomach, and it seemed like she was in a state of perpetual waiting.
The choice to continue on, the hell with what everyone had to say, was the hardest one. But it was the only one right for her. Just her, no one else. She wasn’t going to settle, was the the thing. Maybe the sperm donor was off living it up, but she was going to come out ahead.
***
The one concession Jongin made for her boss, out of gratitude maybe for being allowed to continue working, was to wear a mockery of a ring on her left hand. It made her cringe because she felt like she was betraying all the other women who happened to find themselves in her situation, saying they were shameful if they didn’t have a man waiting at home for them. At the same time, she needed the money, and she wasn’t in a position to start crusading and telling people she wasn’t all the horrible things they thought of her. She was just Jongin, and she was pregnant, and tired, and afraid. And they probably would’ve told her she deserved to be.
And that was another thing that raised her blood pressure.
And her blood pressure was exactly why she nearly took out the knees of a customer coming out of the store with her broom.
“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” Jongin said, trying to get both the broom under control and the debris she’d been getting away from the flower boxes.
“Don’t worry, you didn’t get much of me. You’re okay?”
Yes, she had a cloth over her hair, and was clutching the broom like it was going to run away. She was great.
“Yes, I’m fine. I really am sorry.”
He smiled at her, and she put on her best customer-facing smile, and then realized the man wasn’t moving.
“You’re usually working at the counter, aren’t you?” he asked, and she wasn’t terribly surprised. The store had a lot of regulars, and his face was a bit familiar. He had a big coat with a fur-lined hood if she remembered correctly. Even when it wasn’t that cold out.
“That’s right,” she said, and he had that thoughtful look that men got sometimes. Like they saw her face and her breasts, and there was some kind of orgy going on behind their eyes. At least, until they got to her stomach. And she saw when he saw that, too, the straightening of his back and his eyes darting to her hand. A ring, yeah. He could think he’d been ogling a married woman and not some teenager who was still trying to figure out her life.
And she was still angry enough from earlier that she almost sneered.
“Not married,” she pointed out. “This is just a prop. But I’m the terrible one, not the guy who ran off.”
She half expected the guy and his ugly sweater to march back into the store and complain. Instead, he smiled at her.
“They should be doing everything so you can make the best choices for both of you. Don’t let them make you feel bad for it, okay?” he said.
And her face burned with embarrassment, as he told her to have a good day, and merged into the crowd on the street. Her sweeping motions were quieter, and though her heart was beating faster, she herself was calmer. There were a lot of people out there who didn’t understand. But there were people who did.
***
Four days later, the man was back, and Jongin was behind the counter that time.
“Jongin,” he said slowly, reading her name tag. And she very nearly didn’t resist teasing that she was impressed he could read. “I’m Kim Joonmyun. I realized I forgot to introduce myself after-“
And he stopped, eyes widening.
“After I nearly took out your knee?” Jongin offered.
Joonmyun’s lips trembled. “I thought you were trying to clean my clothes for free.”
Oh. It was terrible, and she groaned at him as he laughed.
And what had previously, she imagined, been a twice monthly visit became a twice weekly visit. Jongin worked the same days each week, and Joonmyun came in almost like clockwork on two of them, picking up some inexpensive item or lurking until customers left and he could spend a couple of minutes at the register talking to her.
She was dense and bad at reading intent, but she wasn’t that dense. If he’d been someone else, she’d have just ignored it, been professional, kept going. She’d had to do it before. But his stupid little jokes, and grins, those too, they kind of got to her. And that was in way she’d almost guaranteed herself she’d wait a long while to try feeling again because she’d done that, and she was harboring a proto-human for her trouble.
Of course, it was kind of hard just shutting it all down. Her stomach grew rounder over those three weeks, and she actually began to look forward to Joonmyun coming in.
“Do you just have a big stockpile of things at home?” she asked, as he weighed the heavy choice between lotion with aloe and lotion without.
“I do give them away!” Joonmyun argued. But he exhaled, knowing she’d caught on surely. “And, yeah. I have some extras built up?”
“You shouldn’t have to spend your money just to come in here,” she laughed. “That’s pretty silly, actually.”
Joonmyun seized on that immediately. “Then maybe after your shift, I could buy you some food instead.”
He might as well have stomped on her foot.
“You don’t have to.”
“I’d like to,” he pressed. “At least, if you want to. Or another day, if that’s better. Or not at all.”
Even if she’d wondered, just knowing Joonmyun had been coming in to see her, coming specifically to talk with her, seemed so weird. He’d looked at her, knew what was up with her body and her life, so it didn’t really make sense. And yet, there he was, asking her out. Maybe he thought she was easy. But then…she was pregnant. So, unless he was into that. And she weirded herself out further.
And the longer she took to answer, the faster he began to nod and smile.
“It’s all right,” he began.
“I’m not off until eight,” she said. Maybe he was everything she feared he was, and maybe she was actually afraid he wasn’t. But he wasn’t someone her mother was throwing at her, and he wasn’t over fifty. And he’d been nice to her. It didn’t entitle him to anything but maybe one meal, so she could see if she got any more understanding of him out of it.
It didn’t explain the weird burning flip in her chest when his shoulders relaxed and his smile turned just that much sweeter instead of reassuring.
“I can be here then,” he said. “I’ll wait for you at the corner?”
She agreed, and Joonmyun left without buying anything that day. And she wondered if it was a mistake.
***
Joonmyun was there when he said he would be, which she would find to be a very nice but somewhat irritating habit of his. He wasn’t super anal about opening all the doors for her in the universe, but when he was there, he held them, made sure she was about to sit before he pulled out his own chair. Things like that. It was almost like he was a gentleman, and she nearly rolled her eyes at that. He was a man, and thus he wanted something, even it if was just to hear the train wreck story of her life.
“It’s work,” Jongin said of the shop. “And they’re one place that hasn’t acted like I broke the moral code of life.”
“But you still wear the ring for them,” Joonmyun said, sipping at his tea.
Jongin shrugged. “It’s…a concession, I guess. A thanks? I don’t want them to have to suffer for my choices. I mean, it’s weird. This strange alien parasite has taken over my body. But when it defects, it’s going to be a full-fledged human I need to take care of? It’s almost too much.”
“My brother’s wife just had a baby a couple of months ago,” Joonmyun said, nodding as he spoke. “I was there visiting, trying to make sure he didn’t start climbing the walls, and they barely got me out of the room in time for the birth. Ten minutes later, boom, there was my niece. I got to hold her as soon as the grandmas would let go.”
Jongin gave a nervous chuckle. The birth. Right. That was a thing that was going to happen.
“Did she scream?”
Joonmyun winced. “Only a little?”
Because a little screaming was different than a lot. Right. There was that.
But there were pictures of his baby niece to see, and he seemed genuinely interested in…her. What was her favorite book, did she like biking, where had she traveled, did she have family. He offered all the same information about himself, which took up the duration of the meal, and she was surprised how fast two hours had passed when they’d just been sitting and talking.
“I’m going to ask this in the way that least questions your status as an adult,” Joonmyun started, when they’d made it out to the sidewalk.
“I can get home okay,” Jongin said, laughing as she could see where that was going a mile away. “I was going to get a taxi tonight anyway.”
And they were going in opposite directions, to his clear momentary disappointment.
“Would you want to meet up again?” he asked.
“I work Tuesday,” she said.
And he hazarded a guess. “Then I’ll be at the corner at eight?”
And for whatever reason, so would she.
***
Jongin’s friends were excited about this new and strange development, but she had a harder time getting her mind around it. They wanted to know what he did he do, who his family was, would her parents approve. So many questions, so many details of which some she knew and some she didn’t when she was still getting her mind around the fact that he was handsome and charming, and a little bit clumsy. His clothes were nice, and not just fake-nice but really nice, and he could obviously afford to buy a bunch of products just to chat her up. He paid for their dinners, their drinks, not in a flashy way but like he’d expected to. Him being nice wasn’t so dazzling, but he was pretty consistent about it.
There wasn’t any grabbing at her, like some guys had, either, which for a while made her think maybe it was pity. Poor woman who got knocked up, and he was using the power of his masculinity to renew her faith in mankind. Or something.
“I don’t do well with horror,” Joonmyun swore to her as they rode the elevator down from the movie theater they’d chosen.
“Are you serious?” she asked, prodding him a little because he was cute when he was flustered. Which was a lot.
“Not everyone likes horror movies,” he said, taking her arm as they skirted around a group of people waiting to go up. “My friends make fun of me. Sometimes if I’m trying to ignore the TV, they’ll tell me to look at a bad spot.”
Jongin laughed. “And then what?”
“And then I sit on them,” Joonmyun said. “But I’ve become wise to them.”
“Of course,” Jongin agreed, though she had her doubts.
Talking to him made her want to stay out all night, watching his hands move as he talked, or the warm tones of his voice. But her body had other ideas, exhausted as she stood and waited for a taxi. He probably liked holding hands. And hugs, and cuddles, and sometimes she could barely bear to be touched, and sometimes she wished someone was there. More and more often, she wished it was Joonmyun, and he’d only ever given her one-armed, gentle hugs.
And his moves, when the taxi pulled up, they were not subtle then, the way he tugged on her sleeve with one hand, and leaned in. And the kiss itself was cold, a gentle nudge of his mouth against hers. He watched her face, and her smile felt like it came from a frog but he still grinned back at her.
“I’ll text you,” he promised.
“I’ll let you know when I get home,” Jongin said, dazed.
And she turned, waved at him, alone on the sidewalk and watching after her.
Joonmyun wasn’t just trying to entertain her. Maybe there was pity in there, too, but it wasn’t just that. The way he’d looked at her mouth as he’d pulled back had her breath catching as she pressed her knuckles against her lips. He wanted her, almost certainly. He wanted…something with her. Something, she just didn’t know what.
They had a very intense conversation full of nothing but random emoticons after they got home. The last thing he sent her was a bear and a moon, which she assumed to mean he was hibernating for the night. But it still made her smile.
***
Three days. That was how long it took until their schedules lined up, so that they could see each other again. Her coworkers laughed at her when she fled out the door on the dot, and she stuffed her fake ring into her pocket as she beelined to the coffee shop he’d suggested.
He’d seemed so patiently insistent on the phone, something urgent in his voice that hadn’t triggered worry so much as it had curiosity. That and the way he’d stumbled over first suggesting coffee, then tea, then anything she’d like to drink that she could drink. Given the baby. She’d only laughed at him a little bit and he’d seemed to know it, too.
But it still felt like she held her breath when she opened the door of the cafe, carefully avoiding her belly in the process of walking in and hoping he was already there.
He was.
But Jongin came to a stop even as Joonmyun stood. He had flowers in his hand, his face eager, determined, anxious. She trying to inhale but it felt like her ribs were frozen, choking the air from her. Joonmyun was- Joonmyun was-
She wheeled, pushing out of the door and almost staggering down the street. Avoiding a pot of flowers, she found a wall to lean against, breathing with her hand pressed over her heart.
“Jongin. Are you all right?”
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see he still had the flowers, and it made her heart lurch again. He was close, but not too close. So considerate. And that inexplicably made her angry.
“We barely know each other!” she burst out, shoving at his shoulder. “You can’t just marry someone you barely know! Even if you feel sorry for-“
She heard him inhale and nearly forged ahead before he cut her off.
“I’m not proposing!” Joonmyun nearly shouted, and then babbled more. “I mean, I’d like to. This is where this is all heading, you know that, right? But this. Today. I was asking you if you’ll go out with me, officially.”
It kicked all the wind out of Jongin for the second time, and she collapsed the bare inch back against the wall. She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed enough to be swallowed by the earth, utterly charmed, or what. “And you had to make an event of it?”
“It seemed like something worth making an event of!” Joonmyun exclaimed. “I didn’t want to embarrass you, just to show you you’re important to me.”
Unfair, every single word he’d just said, every bit of his posture, and the way he stood close without seeming imposing, so she didn’t even want to push him away.
“I’m having a baby,” she said flatly.
Joonmyun’s eyes flicked down, and it was unfair as well, the way he smiled. “I know. I know the baby’s not mine. But I want a family, and I’m ready for one. I love kids. So it’s not just you. I could love you both.”
Like that wasn’t enough to make her head spin.
“I thought you weren’t proposing?” He grinned at her, so sheepish and ridiculous that she wanted to kick him. “Right. You just wanted me to know.”
The flowers were pretty, with a ribbon that was lovely, and she swallowed to ward off any hint of tears. Life wasn’t that easy. She could date him, and he could be a distraction, and if the circumstances had been different, she would’ve wanted to without the fear that stuck in the back of her throat. He wasn’t her ex, not even close. But he had the potential to be so much more devastating.
“You’ll have to think about your family,” she said, and hoped she conveyed all of the doubt she had on that particular subject. Sure, she could fully intend to meet Joonmyun’s friends to make sure he was everything he seemed to be, but while her mother would nitpick, she wouldn’t really object. On the other hand, she was just out of high school, no degree, a job she’d lose when she couldn’t work, and someone else’s baby on the way. She wasn’t even sure she’d choose herself. And even when she thought it she rejected it, because people were supposed to be more than that, more than the old ideas and strict family rules. The baby was hers, and that was the worth Jongin could give. If someone couldn’t see that worth because of something so shallow as genes, then that wasn’t someone she wanted involved in the child’s life.
“If you’re worried, I’ll arrange for you to meet them right away,” Joonmyun said, eyes wide and earnest. “But you shouldn’t be. Everyone is put on the earth to be loved, and that’s something my mother always told me.”
If Joonmyun would, did love her. Meeting his family sent a cold chill over her, though.
“Maybe we should wait until we’ve dated officially a while,” she hedged, and Joonmyun’s grin spread like he thought he’d won. That made her jab her fingers in his ribs. “What did you even see in me?”
Joonmyun mouth pursed for a moment. “What didn’t I see in you?”
If she could have groaned, she would’ve. “Pity?”
“Possibilities,” he corrected her. And his hand hovered near her stomach. “May I?”
Might as well. It wasn’t like it was going to get less real to him, and her stomach wasn’t shrinking any time soon. The hand he pressed after she nodded at him was gentle, non-intrusive like some of the hands that reached for her were.
“Wow,” he mouthed, smiling up at her.
It wasn’t her fault when she grabbed him around the neck and hugged him, and it was only one tear that she let soak into the collar of his shirt. She could hear the ribbon of the flowers rustling against her shirt as he rubbed her back, and she nearly laughed. Okay. So she had a boyfriend. Nothing solid, nothing for sure, but she had that. Even if maybe he was a little strange, and chicken about movies, and he had a job dull as bricks.
He craned his head back so he could look at her. “I saw- You took off your ring.”
Yeah. She had, because she’d been outside of work and ready to meet him.
“Oh yeah,” she said, feeling at the empty place with her thumb. “I’m not going to have a ring there again. Not until it’s real.”
His expression lifted at that, eyes smiling before he leaned his head against hers. She wondered if he was thinking that it would be his ring. Not that she needed a man. She had more than a lot of people did. But she did want Joonmyun around, which was the difference. So it was a maybe kind of situation. They’d try each other a while, and maybe. Maybe.
Joonmyun cupped her face, no less gentle, no less amazed than when he had touched her stomach. There were no cheesy expressions, no words to make her groan.
But he kissed her, and held her, and that told her more than any words could.
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Prompt: hello~ could I ask for a chanyeol/kai figure skating au? preferable them as a couple ;u; (fem!jongin hehe) just something based on this? :) http://youtu.be/ifBkI2K-mzE
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They thought it was an act. Or at least, some of them did. They saw the artistry, and they saw the performance, and they saw little more than that.
“Good ice today,” Chanyeol said, and crouched to let his fingertips rub against it as he circled Jongin.
She nearly rolled her eyes. “You say that every day.”
“I don’t! Last week the ice-“
“Was like trying to skate over rumble strips. I know,” she teased, and laughed when he caught her by the waist and pulled her with him.
But they weren’t there to play, but to practice. It was a routine they would learn until she was dreaming it, until when he threw her, she landed to the beat of the music and kept on flying.
And when he caught her up, and leaned in close with his hair too shaggy, she want to push it back and kiss him for real instead of stopping just short.
It felt like a tease.
Because his smile when he learned the most intricate footwork had been what had drawn her. He had not been someone to whom it all came easy. It had been his enjoyment that had made him press on.
And it had been how they had met. He was supposed to have learned from her, and he did.
But he had lifted her, and grinned at her, and gotten up so grimly from a fall, skating to stand beside her even though his pride had to have been smarting.
Their initial mismatch had not meant their success. But she thought the fact that they had tried together had most certainly played a part.
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Prompt: hi~ do you mind me asking for puppy boy chanyeol finding catboy jongin in the rain and adopting him? awkward shy jongin and smothering with love chanyeol would be nice! thank you~~
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The rain was so hard and so fast that Chanyeol almost missed the smell until he’d passed right by. Cat, he thought. Kind of rank, at that. Cat in an alley, that wasn’t normal, and he nearly lost his umbrella when he turned back around.
He found the cat in a huddle, covered with opened newspapers to shield himself from the rain. Wet cat. Wet cat who growled at him when he lifted up a corner of the paper. So, cats and dogs didn’t get on that well sometimes, but his tail was showing he was friendly.
“I have a warm place you can sleep,” Chanyeol promised. And the cat’s face went neutral.
But when Chanyeol extended his hand, the cat took it.
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Unlike felines, human cats liked water, long luxurious baths, and Chanyeol experienced that firsthand. It was almost an hour until Jongin - he’d finally gotten the name out of him - emerged from the bathroom. He smelled better, and he was warmly dressed in Chanyeol’s pajamas. Chanyeol had fried rice with bits of fish, and Jongin ate it, his eyes more on Chanyeol than on his food.
“You feel better?”
Jongin nodded, and Chanyeol waited until he’d eaten for his next question.
“Do you have a home?”
A family, any kind of family.
“Not any more,” Jongin said.
Well, that wasn’t quite true. He had Chanyeol.
“You can stay here,” Chanyeol said, moving forward and surrounding Jongin with all of his feelings and his arms as well.
Jongin stilled, but he nodded. And that was good enough for Chanyeol.
If cats liked to groom? He could do that. Chanyeol bought a special brush cats were supposed to like. Jongin only half tolerated it, staring a the floor as Chanyeol tried to groom him.
When Chanyeol was relaxing with his TV, Jongin hovered until Chanyeol reached for him and pulled him in. And then he was so tense, until he finally relaxed as Chanyeol squeezed him.
“I’m so happy you’re here,” Chanyeol enthused, and Jongin nodded at him, burying his face in Chanyeol’s shoulder. Jongin didn’t smell like a cat as much any more as he did Jongin, and Chanyeol could smell himself there, too. Jongin got his toes warm under Chanyeol’s legs and offered him the tea Jongin had made.
They shared it, and when Chanyeol made a sound of pleasure at how good the tea was, Jongin smiled at him.
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Prompt: hello~ can I get a small continuation from catboy jongin and puppyboy chanyeol? like a day in the life with their little arguments and differences of cat and dog (but they end it with cuddles and kisses)? :)
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Chanyeol liked to touch a little rougher than Jongin did, when it came right down to it. Chanyeol was physical and demonstrative, and shed his clothes with alarming irregularity. Jongin would find a not-terribly-pleasant sock draped over the back of a chair, or hidden in the hallway corner, and shirts like towels on the towel rack. Only, they were dirty.
Jongin was mostly used to the tackling hugs, but that was mostly unacceptable. Chanyeol was generally neat, otherwise. He didn’t leave strings of toothpaste around.
He didn’t have much love of washing dishes either, even when Jongin’s hackles went up when he kept depositing dishes in the sink without doing anything about them.
Dishes, and they had no dishwasher besides their own two hands, did not wash themselves.
“Be more aware,” Jongin said, poking into Chanyeol’s chest. No, the puppy eyes weren’t going to work on him, even if they had in the past, and probably would again in the future.
“I don’t do it on purpose!”
“Unless you sleepwalk,” Jongin shot back.
So he had Chanyeol help him wash the dishes, and followed Chanyeol around as they searched for missing articles of clothing.
When they were done, Chanyeol’s ears were drooping, and Jongin was satisfied.
It wouldn’t hurt to give a little, though. He curled against Chanyeol’s side and let Chanyeol love on him, nuzzling into Jongin’s neck where Chanyeol said he smelled best, and humming as Jongin pressed kisses on his cheek.
“I like us working together,” Chanyeol said.
It was better than being angry, that was for certain.
But he nearly purred when Chanyeol cuddled him closer, gentle. He was swept back for a moment, dizzy, supported on Chanyeol’s arm. But Chanyeol smiled and kissed him, and Jongin wound himself just a little bit closer.
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Prompt: a fic in which everyone thinks chanyeol and jongin are dating because they're close and know each other well but to each other, it's normal and their relationship transcends romance? (They do love each other buckets tho!)
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Maybe it was the teasing. Or the touching. Or the way people seemed to interpret looks between them. Chanyeol had a strange way of both reading Jongin’s mind and totally ignoring what he found there, to the point where Jongin was sure he didn’t want to be touched only to enjoy being aggressively cuddled. When Jongin was complimented that he seemed to almost have Chanyeol trained, he was amused.
When Chanyeol was asked what he was getting Jongin for their ~anniversary~ Chanyeol just blinked his ridiculous eyelashes, jaw dropping open like a hungry parrot.
“We’re not dating,” Jongin said.
Which prompted other jaws to drop.
This had happened more times than Jongin really cared to count, and he was the one rolling his eyes while Chanyeol looked poleaxed sometimes. Of course, once Chanyeol got used to it, he was amused too, hamming it up in Chanyeol fashion. But Jongin didn’t really need pretend when he had reality, and he knew that being friends was what was right.
They worked. And he knew that as Chanyeol sent a big beaming grin at him. And his shoulder was nice to sleep on, and he had decent taste in music. All in all, they’d found what was perfect for them.
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Prompt: Hi~ do you think you could write a figure skating au where chanyeol's partner quits and he has to find a new one so off he goes to find the perfect partner and ends up with so much more when he finds jongin?
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Too tall. Too awkward. Too much of everything to ever skate with a partner.
Chanyeol had defied all of those. Maybe he wasn’t the most artistic dancer, though that had come with time, but no one could argue that he didn’t have the technical skills. It had obsessed him, at times, to the detriment of his health. He’d had to take a few months off to nurse an injured ankle, only to come back stronger than ever. The thing was, he’d gotten into skating because it was something to do with people. He didn’t want to be alone out there, didn’t want to shape his body to the music just for himself. If he jumped, he didn’t want to be flying alone.
The partnership had almost been broken before it started, because Chanyeol was driven, and his partner hadn’t been. He took minimal classes, eyes on the Olympics, on the next competition, and his partner wanted a degree. Basically, they didn’t believe the same way. They took second once together, and then that was the end. No more nagging about extra practice time to try to get their skating in sync.
Jongin was different. When Chanyeol watched videos of Jongin skating, he could almost feel himself skating along. There was a musicality there, challenging the jumps and unafraid to move. Someone Chanyeol could match to, and learn from. Shorter than him, but so many were, but that was perfect. It was drama in sets of two, blades cutting across ice, and bodies aching from wrong landings and a fall.
“We do this my way,” Jongin said, eyes flicking up Chanyeol’s body as though not really believing Chanyeol could move.
Chanyeol wouldn’t argue, though. He was kind of subtle like that, sometimes, getting his way by persistence. And he wanted to know what Jongin had to say, what thoughts there were on how they could improve together.
He watched Jongin practice, stretch, spin. They practiced on and off the ice, creating schedules only for the two of them, for their coach. When he pulled Jongin against him, there was such unrestrained anticipation there, energy as Jongin anticipated what happened next-
They jumped together. They landed almost in sync. When Chanyeol grinned, Jongin returned it. But they didn’t have to just do it once, but over and over until they moved together and to the music.
“I don’t want to stop at just a few competitions,” Jongin said, leaning against Chanyeol’s shoulder as they waited for their bus. “I didn’t know if we would fit, but. I think we can.”
Chanyeol nodded enthusiastically. “Me, too. I want everything.”
And his words got all choked up in his throat when Jongin bumped against him, hands brushing together on Chanyeol’s thigh. Everything.
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Prompt: Could you write a SuKai where they have to cross-dress because the Showtime viewer ratings went over 2%? Suho being silly in his puffy skirt, Kai being embarrassed with his long legs on display and everything. Doesn't have to be smut ^^ Other member cameos much appreciated~ <3
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The others were very enthusiastic about the outfits because it wasn’t them. Chanyeol made noises like he was some kind of fashion designer as Joonmyun got his outfit on, making a noise of amusement just long enough to get hit when he saw Jongin’s short skirt.
“It’s cool,” was all Sehun had to say, and his voice wavered.
Joonmyun felt like a princess in the skirt that made him feel like Cinderella. They put him in a long, wavy-haired wig and carefully lined his eyes. He almost, almost didn’t recognize himself in the mirror, and when Kyungsoo’s eyes went wider, he nearly turned right back around to go in the room.
Too bad Jongin and his padded chest had been in his way.
“Nice legs,” Tao said to Jongin, the glee in his voice meaning that he meant it and he wasn’t just making fun.
“Who’s your prince?” Lu Han wanted to know.
“I don’t need one,” Joonmyun said quickly, just as Jongdae piped up, “No, he picked Kyungsoo.”
Kyungsoo’s lips were quivering and Jongin was yanking on his skirt as Chanyeol tried to rally to be chosen as Jongin’s escort.
Jongin looked cute, Joonmyun thought. He wanted to pet Jongin’s head and tell him he was fine.
It was all for the fans.
Even when Jongin hid behind Joonmyun’s skirt and nearly upended them both into a pile of cloth and makeup.
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Prompt: fanxing yixings kittyixings anything
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Yixing was picky in a number of ways, which sometimes made Kris wonder how Yixing had ended up choosing his home. Like many cats, Yixing liked to be clean, emerging from the steamy bathroom in an oversized and fluffy blue robe. But he also had particular ways of sleeping, and that meant that Kris couldn’t wear a shirt. Granted, he’d wondered about that stipulation, but Yixing insisted because his shirt got caught on Kris’s, and then he woke up. Some cats had their own beds, own rooms, but Yixing hadn’t taken long to avail himself of Kris’s.
It meant he woke some mornings to the twitching of one of Yixing’s ears on his chest or his back. Yixing sought out heat, and Kris wondered if that wasn’t half his reasoning for keeping Kris half naked. He was a human heating pad for Yixing to sleep against and rub against. Sometimes literally, as Yixing whimpered in his sleep and squirmed against him.
Sometimes he woke with Yixing’s cheek pressed on his chest, just staring at him.
“What?” Kris asked, feeling for his hair to see if it had started standing up.
“You were talking in your sleep,” Yixing said, sitting up, his silky dark tail sweeping around to rest on Kris’s arm. “I heard my name. Maybe it was English?”
Kris squinted, trying to remember what he might’ve been dreaming about. When Yixing had first arrived, he’d dreamed of Yixing leaving, deciding Kris wasn’t good enough. He’d dreamed of Yixing curled around him, Yixing nipping at his fingertips and nuzzling his face.
Some of those had come true. But as Yixing pressed a kiss beside his lips, only the best ones.
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Prompt: smut fanxing porn stars
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They’d chosen a new guy, Kris they said. He was a good compliment, tall, a good sized cock. Perfect for the dynamics they were going for, a foreigner being swept away by Yixing and focused only on seducing him. It was the little story lines beforehand that were the most awkward, trying to feign interest, feign disinterest or discomfort. Kris felt huge against his side, murmuring compliments and pretending to buy him drinks.
When Kris’s hand spread against Yixing’s thigh, the gasp wasn’t fake. He looked down to see those fingers spread against the cloth and wondered if he would have difficultly not getting too hard too fast.
Not usually his problem.
The real set was a hotel room where Kris would play out his seduction, and it was supposed to be quick, hoping the shots went well.
Sloppy kisses led to eager touches, and Yixing writhed on the bed as Kris demonstrated his want. He sucked, and Yixing moaned, control slipping with every throb. It was Kris worshiping him, wanting him, needing him, and all Yixing had to do was be there, be naked, let Kris do to him what the script said. Long fingers slid slick into him.
“I want you,” Kris said, and Yixing watched with spread thighs as Kris rolled a condom onto his cock.
Kris covered him and filled him and Yixing moaned, the thick press filling him tight. It was all he could to arch his back and moan as Kris’s hips surged against him. He was still half hard when Kris began to stroke him, and Kris kissed him with as much control as his body was showing. Kris, in charge of both their pleasure, at least right then. Some other time-
He prayed they wouldn’t make Kris stop. He met Kris’s eyes as Kris jerked him, fucked him He looked so fucking pleased that Yixing was falling apart beneath him. Maybe Kris knew it wasn’t fake. Yixing wasn’t reaching for arousal, wasn’t thinking anything depraved to keep himself hard. If Kris stopped, he’d have begged. Even gasping for breath, he-
None of the sounds were fake as he babbled that he was coming. Kris fucked him faster, stroked him quicker, the moan starting so low, so painful, until the first shot of semen landed against his chest. Kris never stopped even as more landed on his belly, and dripped over Kris’s fingers.
Kris was hissing through his teeth and he picked up Yixing’s hips as his own took a brutal pace. He hung on and watched and moaned his encouragement until Kris stopped, frantic with the pulling of the condom, only two quick strokes until he was coming on Yixing’s belly.
The cameras were still rolling when Kris leaned in, kissed him.
By the time the director allowed them to stop, he was keening into the kisses, trying to pull Kris closer by his shoulders, and lifting his hips against Kris’s. When Kris pulled away, his lips were swollen, panting hard in a way that had Yixing swallowing.
If it looked half as good as it had felt, he knew it would not be the last time they were chosen together.
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Prompt: Hi~ can I have a fic where eager puppy baekhyun and jongdae wants to play with the new kitty jongin but overprotective chanyeol doesn't want to let that happen because he's scared jongin will get hurt? how it ends is up to you~
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The eager sounds of barking to greet Chanyeol as his door opened were sounds that really made him happy. Two eager faces, ready at all times for cuddles and belly rubs and unfortunate licks up the side of his face. Though the dynamic had changed, a bit. Chanyeol had been worried, bringing a new pet home. Baekhyun and Jongdae were both well socialized and had been to many different homes to play with different dogs and cats. He just didn’t want to create a bad situation for the dark brown cat he’d carried home with him a few days before.
The first night, he’d left Jongin in the bathroom with the door closed as the dogs sniffed around outside it because of the new smell.
The next night, Jongin had slept in Chanyeol’s room with the door closed even though the dogs put up a mild fuss at being excluded. He let them meet Jongin one at a time, watching Jongin crouch and not hiss, but have one paw ready as first Baekhyun and then Jongdae sniffed at him, and then immediately wanted to play.
The wagging tail to Chanyeol meant vastly different things than it did to Jongin.
But there were no casualties from those meetings. He ordered Baekhyun and Jongdae back when they started ganging up on Jongin, giving Jongin the moment he needed to escape up onto a bookshelf or something. The two dogs just stared up adoringly as Jongin peered down at them.
“Be gentle,” Chanyeol said. And he was pretty confident Jongin was in charge of himself and his surroundings after showing he could get away when he needed to.
So he left the three of them there alone, half wishing he’d put up some kind of webcam to check on them.
When he got home, there were no immediate barks, no bustling bodies.
Jongdae’s tail gave a tired thump of greeting though, from the fuzzy bed he and Baekhyun usually slept in. Instead, he and Baekhyun each had a corner, and Jongin had the majority of the rest, tail a mesmerizing wiggle in front of Baekhyun’s nose.
Jongin had apparently determined the pecking order of their household.
Just as it should’ve been.
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Prompt: could you do another sehun/Kai/jongin threesome story again. I don't mind it having smut lol but there can be some heart to heart between all three of them. Like maybe either Kai or jongin is starring to feel some doubt in this threesome.
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Kai knew something was wrong when Jongin declined going out, when he knew they were meeting up with Sehun. It wasn’t like they never met up just two of them, or never made out just two of them, but the majority of the time they were all together.
“Sehun missed you,” Kai said, when he got back up to their room.
“I can’t imagine why-“
The sack landed in Jongin’s lap before he could finish his statement.
“Sehun missed you,” Kai said again.
It was Jongin’s favorite pastry from the cafe, and Sehun had doodled some ridiculous drawing on a napkin for him as well.
“I didn’t have him do that if that’s what you’re wondering,” Kai said.
Jongin frowned at him. “How did you know?”
“We used to be one person, remember?”
Before they’d even been recognizable as human, but who was counting. Still, Jongin looked abashed.
“He had to run home to get some things, but he’s staying the night, if that’s okay,” Kai said. “Are you unhappy with this?”
“No,” Jongin said, kicking up to his feet. “I just- I worry. You’re, well. You. And Sehun-“
“Loves both of us. Wants both of us, which, obviously.”
“Not obviously. We’re not the same person. You just think everything’s going to be fine.”
Bewildered was a good word to use for his state of mind. “Where is this even coming from? Did Sehun do something? Did I not let you kiss him enough last time?”
“No. But I was reading. I was reading,” Jongin said again when Kai groaned. “And it sounds like these things don’t work. I don’t know.”
“If you weren’t my brother, I couldn’t do this,” Kai said. “We’re different than the things you read.”
“Ugh,” Jongin said, but he didn’t try and get away when Kai hugged him. A couple of bracing smacks to his back, and they were more laughing at each other than being emotional. Still, Kai was glad Jongin wasn’t totally off about it. It was normal to re-evaluate and whatever, but unless something had gone weird that Kai didn’t know about, they were strong.
“If you ask nicely, Sehun might even talk to you instead of making out with you.”
“Stop,” Jongin laughed, but they were both quiet since there was a noticeable sound coming in their direction.
Sehun was as subtle as an elephant, barging into the room. He dropped his bag, evident from the thunk on the floor.
“Are you getting started without me?” Sehun asked.
And Jongin actually snorted into Kai’s shoulder before holding out an arm. It was Sehun who kissed Jongin, almost frowning at him, and Jongin nearly mumbled his thanks for the treat.
“It’s not better than me though, right?” Sehun asked.
And Kai knew things were going to be okay when Sehun had to yelp and run for the bed to try and get away.
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Prompt: smut Kai ends up telling Sehun about how Jongin was feeling, so Sehun decides to show both Jongin and Kai that he loves them both and doesn't prefer one to the other. Heartfelt smut... I guess :D. THANK YOU <333
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It was planned to be pretty equal, and Sehun had been less than okay when it was revealed that Jongin felt like he maybe didn’t belong. It was always going to be weird with three, always going to take more work, but Sehun thought they’d been doing well. So they went on a few dates, and held hands, and had sloppy kisses, and Jongin seemed happy.
When they made out, Sehun was sprawled in both laps, reveling in the difference, and the similarity, of their kisses.
Sehun had a thing, an oral thing, and there was nothing he could do except give in to it. So having two guys hard in front of him was kind of a dream come true. He licked them, both of them, smiling up at Jongin and then Kai. He liked that they didn’t mind him going back and forth between them. He liked that they didn’t mind when he got greedy and tried to suck them both at once, with moderate success.
“He looks good like that,” Kai said, and Jongin agreed, and Sehun just rolled his eyes up at them.
When Sehun pressed Jongin onto his back, it was on purpose, because Jongin liked to kiss, and Sehun wanted to be between them. With Kai in him and Jongin around him, it was hard to think, feeling Jongin’s moans as all three of them moved.
“Jongin,” Sehun gasped, and then moaned as Kai sucked hard on his shoulder. “Love you? Faster?”
“Bossy,” Jongin complained, but without bite as he lifted his hips to meet Sehun’s.
He really did get twin moans, and Sehun bit his lip at the thought, at least until he shuddered.
Sehun shoved them around after, Jongin at his back and Kai against his chest, two arms over him from either direction.
“Perfect,” Sehun murmured, and felt Jongin nuzzle the back of his head. It wasn’t like he could show Jongin in a day. And Kai was already unconscious. But it was a start.
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