[Fic] Royalty (EXO) - 1/1

[coley_merrin]

Title: Royalty
Rating: up to NC-17
Pairings: Jongin/Baekhyun/Chen/Chanyeol, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Chanyeol/Kai, Baekhyun/Suho, Suho/?, Chanyeol/Lay, Tao/Kai, Suho/Tao, Sehun/Kai, Kyuhyun/Suho, Chen/Kai, Lu Han/Kai, Lay/Kai, Gen
Warnings: sexual situations, submission

Summary: Fifteen prompts from my ask.fm



Prompt: smut hey! do you mind writing something based on this game http://9gag.com/gag/a5dBeDE with jongin as the poor pussy. it can be OT12 or just maknae line/tall line/beagle line, but the idea is instead of saying poor pussy, they get BJ from kai and if they don't come, they get a special prize from jongin~

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No one quite admitted how the game started, who instigated it, or how it kept happening. Not everyone was involved every time, and everyone had a different preference about who they liked to have on their knees. The prize was always different, too, which kept things interesting.

Not that there was anything boring about getting blown.

It wasn’t just that Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Jongdae were the loudest that they sometime ended up locked in a room together. Maybe there was a challenge to see just how loud each of them could go, but they were familiar and a challenge all their own.

And not one of them was sad to find Jongin on his knees.

Jongin wasn’t all that sad, either. Among the three of them, there were at least two who managed to hold out and make it interesting. Depending on the group, and he wasn’t naming names, there tended to be at least one he knew wouldn’t make it more than a couple of minutes.

And that was fine, because that guy still got off. No one went away unhappy. But the three seated in the room, it was anyone’s game, though each of them and Jongin as well had their own speculation.

It varied who went first, usually it was the one on his knees who got to choose.

Chanyeol was chosen first, half because he was hardest, half because he was thickest. Chanyeol might’ve been making wisecracks, but his hands were flexing on his thighs as Jongin rolled the condom onto him. Sometimes the first lasted the longest, because the other two got worked up watching the show. They got five minutes to come or not, and if no one did, he’d start over.

Chanyeol was hard because he was easy. He got hard fast, he moaned on a hair trigger, he had no control of his hands, his hips, his mouth. It was like everything centered on his cock, and nothing else mattered. The jokes left with the first hard suck. And Jongin didn’t fight fair. He knew what to do to get Chanyeol off, how to juggle, stroke, and bob, until Chanyeol was shaking and boneless.

“Jongin!”

And with thirty seconds left, he was out of the running as Jongin hummed around him.

The pillow was dragged to Baekhyun, water swallowed, and Jongin loosened his jaw. Sure enough, Baekhyun was ready from watching Chanyeol shake apart, the anticipation. He put his own condom on, smirking a bit as Jongin wet his lips. There was determination there. He meant to win, and he knew his challenge.

Jongin started soft, a tease, nothing direct like with Chanyeol, and Baekhyun moaned his approval, running his fingers through Jongin’s hair. But it was illusion, slowly sucking harder until Baekhyun was arching off the chair, trying to get deeper in Jongin’s mouth.

Despite his resolve, he came faster than Chanyeol had. Chalk that up to experience.

Baekhyun was left sweaty, too close past release for comfort, when Jongin turned to Jongdae.

Jongin’s tiny smile at him was a challenge. If none of them lasted, nonie of them got anything more. He rolled the condom down with care, and the time began. As his head sank lower, lips parted around Jongdae’s cock, Jongdae hissed as Jongin scraped his nails down Jongdae’s thighs.

Jongdae’s moans were muffled, teeth sank into his lower lip and off the cries eyes of the other two. Either they all fell, or one would last. Jongin scratched a bit harder and Jongdae’s moans were protest because it felt too good, made him feel too quickly. Jongdae babbled denials, and no one knew if they were meant at Jongin or at himself, and the time ticked away.

Jongin’s mouth didn’t slow as Jongdae’s thighs trembled. Jongdae’s hands gripped the chair beside his head to keep them from gripping Jongin’s head, and Jongin only got louder, as if Jongdae could hear the sound of his impending loss with every seal of Jongin’s lips.

Jongin could feel the urgent throb, knew the time was going long, and when Jongdae tensed, he thought he almost had him.

But the timer buzzed, and Jongdae let out a startled moan as Jongin pulled away. Seconds. That had been all that parted him from winning and no return.

“Wow,” Chanyeol said.

“Jongin nearly had you,” Baekhyun said.

It was admiration, and Jongdae heard almost none of it, addled and waiting for his prize to begin.

“Close the door behind you,” Jongin said.

The last thing they saw was Jongin straddling Jongdae’s hips, Jongdae’s mouth parted as he waited for his reward.

They moved as far as they could from the door, but there wasn’t anywhere they could really go to escape Jongdae’s throaty moans.

***

Prompt: smutChanyeol/Baekhyun - Baekhyun’s hands.

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Chanyeol had a lot of reasons to admire Baekhyun’s hands. The way they gripped Chanyeol’s hair, massaged his back, dug into Chanyeol’s hips. They could be fierce, and lightning-quick, and utterly tender.

They both knew when Baekhyun leaned against Chanyeol’s back, that Chanyeol was at his mercy. Sure, he could gotten away, yanked at Baekhyun’s wrist, and done as he pleased, but it would’ve kept them from what they both wanted. It wasn’t the wet kisses Baekhyun pressed against Chanyeol’s neck and shoulders that kept him there, or the smell of the lube, but Baekhyun’s hands.

One stroked against Chanyeol’s belly, feeling his gasps, the way his muscles tightened at a particular stroke. The other was on his cock, slick and agile, stroking him from half-hard and eager to stiff as Baekhyun’s wet fingers eased over the tip. Sometimes he squeezed as he stroked, sometimes he glided. Sometimes his fingers danced to the tune of Chanyeol’s moans, and sometimes he used only his fingertips as Chanyeol twitched against them.

The longest Chanyeol had lasted was an hour, his moans tinged with pain and desperation, a whine on his voice as he pleaded. It felt good, too good, too much to endure for too long.

Baekhyun liked holding Chanyeol from behind, liked that he got to touch exactly how he wanted, liked that the angle felt like he was almost jerking his own cock and not Chanyeol’s.

He liked that Chanyeol’s head curled into his as he sucked marks on Chanyeol’s neck, and the way that Chanyeol would suck his own pre-come off of Baekhyun’s fingertips. Whether he stroked fast or slow, Chanyeol stayed hard, and he half wished they were in front of a mirror so Chanyeol could see he faces he made as Baekhyun’s palm rolled against the head of Chanyeol’s cock. A little more, a little like that. More of those rumbling moans and Chanyeol’s bared neck, and the sound of his name as his slick hand raced just long enough to make Chanyeol tense.

“Baekhyun,” Chanyeol burst out, hoarse and somehow glorious. He’d gotten to the point of no-return quicker that day, the point at which Baekhyun could’ve extracted promises if he’d so desired. It was a tease to himself, too, because he wouldn’t let himself come until Chanyeol did. It was something they shared together.

“Are you ready?” Baekhyun asked, breathless himself, and doing little more than rolling his wrist as Chanyeol’s cock throbbed for him.

“Yes!”

It wasn’t that he went faster so much that he went steadier. He didn’t even need to see to know when Chanyeol was close, the feel of his cock, the rate of his breathing, the way he tensed, and how he moaned. He could feel when Chanyeol got closer, close enough to touch.

There had been times he’d stopped with Chanyeol reeling back against him, begging.

But not that time. Chanyeol keened at the urgency in Baekhyun’s stroking hand, and Baekhyun’s name was the last thing he said before his body gave in. Baekhyun’s eyes brightened, watching come land on the floor in front of them, dripping down over Baekhyun’s fingers as more pulsed out. Chanyeol was panting, shaking, still caught in his orgasm, and Baekhyun’s hand was gentle as he kissed Chanyeol’s shoulders. That had been a good one, nice and strong. Worth the wait.

Chanyeol knew when he got back his breath, Baekhyun would have the choice of how he wanted to come. And Baekhyun knew he was going to choose Chanyeol’s mouth.

***

Prompt: hello~ would you mind writing me a het!chankai with girl!jongin? ;u; just their lives and how they met and got together and all~ (feat suju members as siblings/friends would be nice!) thank you~

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It was a recital, that was what Jongin remembered. Her two older brother’s were there but they were definitely not the source of the introduction. As though they would’ve introduced her to any male over the age of ten. Ryeowook was there, which meant Kyungsoo was too, and with them Chanyeol. Chanyeol somehow ended up in the middle of them which was what caught her eye. Ryeowook immediately pulled her into a hug, and she preened as Kyungsoo complimented her.

“This is Chanyeol. You know Baekhyun? He-“

Chanyeol’s eyes darted up from where they’d been examining Jongin’s blue sequined skirt. And she couldn’t help but notice the tips of his ears going red.

“Are you joining us after?” Chanyeol asked, when Ryeowook had turned away.

She was still a little breathless from the recital when she nodded, and then Chanyeol grinned and almost bowled Kyungsoo over.

***

Over the two weeks after that, since Chanyeol had gotten her number, they saw each other half a dozen times, not including the two times with friends. If anyone noticed the fact that she hung back a little, waiting until Chanyeol could slip into a booth beside her, or take the chair next to hers, no one really said. Most of the men were oblivious anyway, maybe with the exception of Zhou Mi and Ryeowook because Ryeowook had been there when they’d met. They’d first met for a movie, and then coffee, and then-

A museum, dinner, another movie, wandering shopping, late night dessert. The first time, she’d argued it was friendly, and Sehun had nearly laughed her out the door. Chanyeol sort of tucked her up against his side and just kept her there.

“I could be your biggest fan,” he teaser her, after they’d watched a news clip of the recital he’d attended.

She may have teased his kidney after that.

When he kissed her after the second movie date, she’d been ready for it.

***

Chanyeol was warm, really warm, so that when she pressed up against him when they relaxed, she felt almost like a snake on a sunny rock. Chanyeol wanted to hold her hand, and he laughed too loud, and in some ways was the person who made her want to hide. But he also made her live, because he was unafraid, and she felt less conspicuous for it.

His hugs were endless, her name whispered in her ear as he nearly picked her up.

One day, there wouldn’t be her still living with her parents, and him living with a friend. One day, there’d be a place they’d call theirs. Not too soon, because there was no point rushing in too fast. But when he smiled, she didn’t think it would be so very long either.

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Prompt: smut Can I request a Baekhyun/Suho (non-au) in which Baekhyun has to improve his Japanese but he's only serious about his studies when Suho gives him a blowjob. Cheeky Baekhyun, long suffering (but indulgent) Suho, please? :D

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“I don’t know if pulling blood away from your brain is actually going to help you remember,” Joonmyun said, and there was no small amount of skepticism in his voice which he hoped Baekhyun got.

Though, the fact that he was already comfortable on a low stool and Baekhyun’s pajamas were half undone didn’t say great things about his ability to say no.

“I always did best on tests if I stayed hard most of the time I studied,” Baekhyun said. “Positive association? Not letting myself overthink or stress too much maybe?”

It was true that over the last few weeks, and with a significant amount of helpful pushing from management, Baekhyun had been urged to study more and more. His first evaluation had been…decent, and Joonmyun had been the one who got additional talking-to because of his status as leader. He hadn’t been sure what he could do besides sitting on Baekhyun and making him study.

Baekhyun’s grin had been sharp when he suggested their little arrangement, and Joonmyun had thought he would try anything once. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten on his knees for Baekhyun before. Locking the door to keep distractions out, he suspected, did more for Baekhyun’s concentration than he mouth had done. Of the people who liked to be gawked at while they were blown, Baekhyun wasn’t one of them.

“At least you like doing it,” Baekhyun wheedled, petting Joonmyun’s head in a way he thought should’ve annoyed him.

But it was true enough. He got himself nice and comfortable between Baekhyun’s thighs, Baekhyun humming in delight as Joonmyun eased his underwear down. Above his head, he could hear the program Baekhyun was using saying words and phrases, and Baekhyun typing and repeating the words. Occasionally there was the scratch of a pencil as he jotted things down a different way.

Baekhyun was fresh from his shower as Joonmyun nuzzled him. He was half hard from it, too, which Joonmyun knew because he’d been there with Baekhyun. He heard Baekhyun’s breath hitch as Joonmyun licked along his cock.

“Are you going to start speaking Japanese every time you get blown?” Joonmyun wondered.

Baekhyun didn’t shush him but he pulled Joonmyun’s head against him which was about the same thing. And that was fine, because he’d been through with that anyway. With his arms wrapped around Baekhyun’s hips, his moistened lips slid around Baekhyun’s cock, and that was how he meant to continue. He hummed, pleased by the feel, the taste. Baekhyun hardened between his lips, against his flickering tongue. He could be lazy with it, slowly bobbing his head as Baekhyun’s hips shifted with him. If he heard silence in Baekhyun’s heavy breathing, he paused and breathed until Baekhyun began speaking Japanese back to the computer. Maybe it was fifteen minutes, lazy, his jaw going tight though he wanted it to continue until Baekhyun was done.

Head bob, head bob, wet sucking sounds as his mouth left Baekhyun’s cock entirely. It allowed him to tease it with his lips, pulling at it, letting his tongue run lavish around the tip. He loved every little taste, his own shorts stretching because of his enjoyment of Baekhyun’s cock. He wondered if Baekhyun knew how lucky he was that Joonmyun was willing. He didn’t think any of the others would’ve been willing.

His lips were tender, sliding, pulling, and he heard the first of Baekhyun’s moans. Baekhyun’s widening thighs made Joonmyun smile, and he sucked until Baekhyun was leaking against his tongue with every slide of his cock into Joonmyun’s mouth. It let him go slow, mouth alive with the taste, until Baekhyun choked and gripped Joonmyun’s hair.

“I need to come,” Baekhyun gasped, and whined as Joonmyun’s head lifted.

“How far did you get?”

“Half the lesson. But I’ll finish it! I’m too close, I can’t-“

Too close, and there wasn’t any point trying to study when all of Baekhyun’s mind was on what he was feeling.

“I can back off a while,” Joonmyun said, and demonstrated with a gentle lick up the underside of Baekhyun’s cock.

“Not this time,” Baekhyun said, the words almost heaving out of him, wavering not the last word as Joonmyun’s lips wrapped around him.

He knew when it was pointless. Baekhyun was too close, and the best course of action was to take away the distraction. Joonmyun began to suck as Baekhyun’s hips rocked, moans sharp as Baekhyun’s hands pulled his head down until there was nowhere left to, nothing left to do except suck and breathe and try to swallow around the cock he’d never taken quite so deep.

“Coming,” Baekhyun gasped. “Coming. I-“

Joonmyun pulled his head back, and glad he did as Baekhyun dragged his cock against Joonmyun’s tongue and came. He moaned as he tried to swallow, sucking desperate as more and more come pulsed with every movement of Baekhyun’s hips. Joonmyun’s fingers tightened painfully on the back of the chair to keep from touching himself. It wasn’t time for that yet. Baekhyun made a little sound, and Joonmyun lifted his head and cleaned Baekhyun with his tongue instead, getting most of what he had missed until Baekhyun pushed his head away.

Baekhyun was panting, sweat on his throat as he rested boneless in the chair. His eyes were on Joonmyun’s shorts for a moment before meeting Joonmyun’s eyes.

“Finish up that lesson, and I’ll be back in a while to help you start the next one, okay?” Joonmyun said, as he made sure to wipe around his mouth to make sure it was clean.

But Baekhyun nodded, smiling as he touched Joonmyun’s arm, and he took that as acceptance and a measure of thanks. He had other things he could accomplish while Baekhyun’s body rested. Hiding that he was aroused was a lost cause, since he knew everyone knew what he’d been doing anyway. So he went out, knowing he’d be going back in and locking the door soon, to start all over again.

***

Prompt: smut a continuation of one of the member helping suho to get off in that subaek ficlet?

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Joonmyun was done for the night, finally. The apartment was secure, the next day’s schedules in his head, and his jaw lightly sore, but he was satisfied. Not entirely satisfied, though, as he knelt on his bed. There was a sticky and wet spot on his underwear as he slid them down, letting his cock free from where it had been straining. He’d been variations of hard for well over an hour, and it was final time to do something about it.

And still he did not touch himself, hands braced on the bed, hoping. He’d told everyone good night in their rooms, gave a few significant stares for those prone to not sleeping when they should. He waited. He could take care of it himself, but he needed someone else that night. And he almost gasped in relief when he felt the bed dip behind him.

There were hands on his hips, and his cock twitched. A body pressed to his back, and he soaked up the warmth, arching his neck, welcoming the lips that pressed to the base of it.

“You did good tonight.”

Joonmyun moaned at the timbre of the voice and the warm fingers that wrapped around his cock. A second hand stole under his shirt, rubbing his chest and stomach, skimming a tease against his nipples.

He was dripping over the insistent hand that never stopped, only occasionally slowed only to speed again and make him jerk.

He imagined lips parting around him, eyes meeting his. It was so good. Too good. He was frozen, blanketed in warmth as teeth dug into his shoulder and fingers rolled one of his nipples.

“Can’t,” Joonmyun gasped, and the pleasure only built, warmth spreading as he tried to press harder into the hand stroking him.

“Come on.”

He whimpered and came onto his sheets.

The touches were gentle as their heads leaned together, and Joonmyun’s consciousness filtered through his enjoyment.

And then there was a hand being cleaned against his shirt, and a kiss against his neck, and only a lingering warmth as Joonmyun nosed forward into his pillow. He was going to wake fused to his sheets, but right then, he couldn’t bring himself to mind.

***

Prompt: hullo~ could you write a jongin/SMTown male idols fic? it doesn't have I be smut or all of them, you can choose who is in it but just a fic where they dote on him and are his cheerleaders!

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There were a number of people who inspired awe in Jongin, that he went a bit tongue-tied around. Even those he was really comfortable with and admired, he had a little problem unwinding around because-

“Your dance is looking really good. You’re doing a really good job connecting with the crowd. That’ll be really important at concerts,” Yunho said, patting Jongin on the shoulder as they watched a performance tape.

Jongin’s soul nearly floated away.

A few days after that, Donghae and Hyukjae happened to catch him rehearsing, and he showed them part of their dance that he’d learned.

They liked it, and bought him food after, sharing stories of album creation and life among lots of people.

He wanted that. Sometimes he thought he’d have it.

When Taemin dropped by, there were sneers, but those stopped when Jongin caught sight of Jinki slipping in after.

“Don’t feel too pressured when everyone is watching you,” Jongin was told, when Taemin was sent out to get them drinks - ha.

“I’m doing my best,” Jongin said.

And then he was being cuddled, and his face was flushing, and Jinki didn’t seep to mind as he kept talking.

The way Taemin nearly burst out laughing when he saw, well. Jongin would get him back for that. But right then, he felt luckier than he could’ve imagined.

***

Prompt: smut Chanyeol/Yixing

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The water, if he was honest, was starting to cool when Chanyeol knelt.

“I’ll help you wash,” Chanyeol said.

“It’s all right,” Yixing demurred. “If you- Oh.”

Chanyeol’s hand squeezed his shoulder and he almost with limp against the touch.

“If you want?”

He wanted. He wanted Chanyeol’s hands, first tentative and then assured as he worked the cloth along Yixing’s neck and shoulders. He wanted the press of them against his back as Chanyeol was careful, listened to him. He wanted the play against his nipples as Chanyeol stroked his skin with rough cloth, when the tightness in his belly was belied by the thickening of his cock.

And he gasped, eyes blank at white tile as Chanyeol’s hand cupped him, a smile poorly concealed against Yixing’s cheek.

“Can I help you with this, too?”

Yixing hit the drain with his foot as Chanyeol stripped, and he saw how hard Chanyeol was just from touching him. That bobbing cock distracted him enough that he let almost all the water out before Chanyeol slid in behind him. The large tub suddenly felt small, and it wasn’t cold, not with Chanyeol against him. Or maybe it was because of the flush as Chanyeol did not breathe against his neck, merely pressed kisses there as his hands slid over Yixing’s sides and hips, down over this thighs.

“I feel like you were planning this?”

Chanyeol almost giggled as he reached down beside the tub. When a bottle appeared, Yixing knew he was right.

“A little,” Chanyeol agreed.

And Yixing’s thighs hit the edges of the tub as Chanyeol’s hand slid between them, and his mouth was open as two slick fingers worked into him. He was relaxed and Chanyeol was hard against him and all he could do was arch his neck and enjoy the touches.

“This is easier for you,” Chanyeol said.

Yixing’s eyes opened. It was. Maybe less risk of making himself hurt. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want.

“Let me,” Yixing said, and Chanyeol did. He wished he could see Chanyeol’s face, but he could feel the way that Chanyeol braced him. He’d have much more than what he could see, and he breathed in. And he moaned as he sank down, the remaining water sloshing at Chanyeol’s hips.

“Just relax,” Chanyeol said, both his arms around Yixing.

And Yixing nearly laughed, as though he could, when Chanyeol had teased him hard and was in him as deep as he could go. But Chanyeol’s hips rolled, a slow, steady fuck, and Yixing rested back against Chanyeol’s chest, boneless.

“Does it hurt?” Chanyeol asked, and Yixing wondered if Chanyeol meant his back or otherwise.

But his truthful answer was, “No.”

Not in any way, not held like that.

He felt and saw the flexing of Chanyeol’s thighs, hummed his delight at the way Chanyeol’s hands glided over his skin, his shoulders and chest and belly. And Chanyeol made him moan as his fingers gripped and stroked. He braced himself and Chanyeol sucked against his neck, and he came to Chanyeol’s moans.

And it was only minutes later, after Chanyeol pulled from him, stroking himself hard, breaths harsh against Yixing’s hair, that Chanyeol came against Yixing’s back.

“Good?”

“Cold,” Yixing said back, and laughed as Chanyeol kissed him.

And when Chanyeol turned the shower on to just short of hot, he rested back against Chanyeol and smiled.

***

Prompt: a sekai or taokai based on this? ;w; https://twitter.com/dave_sanjayshah/status/432348359534194689

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It was just a bad day all around. One ankle strain, a big cut from a fall, two reprimands from managers, and too little sleep, even when all of those were spread out between the twelve of them, it put a real damper on things. And when emotions were high, Tao felt all of them, like it had been his ankle, and his hand, and him getting yelled at. Jongin saw it all, how Tao had struggled with the dance a bit, unusual, pulling a frown as Joonmyun had tried to talk him down from getting frustrated with himself. He was harder on himself than anyone, Jongin thought.

So he pulled Tao away from the others, and Tao went like a dejected puppy, all the way to the little blanket pile Jongin had made on his bed.

“There are no bad feelings in there,” Jongin said.

And Tao rolled in like a seal, looking like a big blue burrito with shower-fluffed hair sticking out.

It made Jongin want to pet it, so he did.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Tomorrow will be better, too,” Jongin said. It had to be. Statistically. Or maybe just by force of will.

“Maybe you can leave me here.”

“Yeah right,” Jongin scoffed. “Are you going to hog that?”

Tao lifted a corner, and offer, and it was pretty nice. Warm, and Tao smelled good. He’d stolen Baekhyun’s body wash, but whatever.

“Thanks,” Tao whispered against his neck, and Jongin wrapped an arm around his neck and squeezed. It wouldn’t keep the bad stuff out, but at least for a little while, they could get away.

***

Prompt: My old prompt never got filled: On a stroll along the beach Tao meets Suho who's always wanted to see the dryland. (Who would've thought merpeople are only the size of seahorses? So Tao carries Suho around in a fishbowl & shows him everything.) If you could fill it, you'd make a dream come true <3

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Tao found Joonmyun on a rock, caught there when the tide had gone out. He’d gotten there, with luck, before any birds, or anyone else. And instead of Joonmyun staying in the water - tiny and green and blue and pale - Tao took him home in a pot of seawater, to rest.

The nearest they could get to a hug was putting his index finger into the water, and Joonmyun wrapping his arms around it. It felt kind of sticky and strange, Joonmyun’s more human-looking skin adapted to the water, but it was kind of cool. He’d held Joonmyun in his palm a few times in a puddle, and he looked a bit grumpy that way. He could be out of the water for a while, fifteen minutes give or take, before things got really serious. And that was cool in itself.

Tao bought a little glass fishbowl to fill with seawater, so Joonmyun could be comfortable. At first, he was going to put rocks in it so that Joonmyun could hide, until he had the terrible vision of tripping and Joonmyun being smashed under one. So Tao put in pieces of driftwood and bits of seaweed instead. That way Joonmyun could wrap himself up and not be seen. Obviously there were no roads underwater, no cars, no skyscrapers. He sat with Joonmyun on benches, and let him look up. And up. And he wondered if Joonmyun had any kind of concept of how far it was.

Joonmyun could speak a few words, enough to where they could understand each other - if Tao got close enough and Joonmyun was loud. But they leaned to talk in gestures and expressions, Tao laughing as Joonmyun’s arms slipped off the edge of the bowl and he sank down. Joonmyun glared at him when he came back up, his long hair plastered to his head. They changed the water often, so Joonmyun would be able to breathe, and Tao carried Joonmyun gently.

The subway was thrilling, as empty as possible, Joonmyun’s sound high pitched at the first push of speed. He knew boats, but land? Joonmyun floated in the water on Tao’s kitchen counter, staring at various strange utensils Tao showed him, and horrified at the rice cooker.

It was clear Joonmyun thought of being eaten, since the rice cooker was roughly the size of Joonmyun’s bowl.

But it wasn’t like Joonmyun could stay. He had family, seaweed to tend, or whatever that gesture was that Joonmyun made. He had a home, one of his own, and it wasn’t with Tao.

The day Joonmyun went back to the sea was a bit stormy, rain falling as Tao waded out to almost his thighs.

“Don’t get eaten by a bird,” Tao admonished. “Or a fish. That’d be gross. Hey! Maybe sometime you can show me where you live.”

And he was sad that it wouldn’t happen. He could bring Joonmyun with him, but Joonmyun’s world was off limits, even if he learned how to scuba dive.

“Tao,” Joonmyun said, and clung to two of Tao’s fingers, like a little merman version of a bear hug.

“Will I see you again?”

Joonmyun didn’t answer, his cheek against Tao’s skin.

He’d wait. Maybe one day, there’d be a flash under the water, and Joonmyun’s smile.

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Prompt: smut Kai/girl!Sehun
jongin can never say no to his pretty girlfriend

+ fem!sehun bringing up pegging and jongin being apalled but eventually going along with it because it's really hard to say no to sehun when she wants something
++ for jongin enjoying it more than he thought

***

Jongin was pretty sure Sehun had a method when asking him to do things. It wasn’t like she asked, or bargained during sex all the time, but there were moments when her eyes lit up like she’d just figured out a mystery of the universe, and his brain cells were currently focused on his dick and not logic. (So, he brought up ideas during sex, too, but so far the threesome idea she’d just laughed at. Though he’d kind of expected that.)

“You want to what?” Jongin asked.

His last word came out a bit strangled, since she started wiggling her tongue into the head of his cock as soon as he started talking. And he could see it, too, since she hadn’t sealed her lips around him yet.

“You like getting fingered while I’m blowing you,” Sehun said, sounding like she wasn’t on her knees and hadn’t just been sucking cock. He wasn’t sure how she did that. He could barely form sentences. “So, we should see if you like more. They have really cool fake cocks. It could be fun!”

“Uh,” he brilliantly replied. She sounded really enthused. Like she hadn’t just suggested he bend over so she could fuck him. It was just kind of a weird conversation to have when he had two of his girlfriend’s fingers in him, and she was stroking him with her other hand. Or maybe that was the only time to have that conversation.

Which, like. Part of what she said was true. He’d never had anyone try fingering him before Sehun, and he’d gone with it because it’d been good. Better than good, really. And that had been the issue, because he’d started overthinking it, wondering if he shouldn’t like it, wondering if that was weird, or wrong, or maybe Sehun would think he was-

And then Sehun had lifted her head one night and glared up at him, like she could see in his head.

“Is this your body or not? Stop being a jackass.”

Not eloquently put, but he got her point. Of course, not fully, and not right away, but it sunk in eventually. His body was his body, and no one else’s and what he liked was only related to what he liked, the end.

He was a work in progress.

But fingering while getting blown was super different than some fake penis. Maybe. It wasn’t like it was a guy, and he knew that. It’d still just be Sehun, and him. And the…thing. Toy. Surely she wasn’t going to want him to do anything else with it?

He was pretty sure he was going to fall off the fence on the no side, when Sehun rolled her eyes at him and started sucking on him again.

He was cursing on the inside when he nearly came while imagining her suggestion. But after, he didn’t think about it at all, because he was nuzzling between her thighs and returning the favor.

***

The next time it got brought up, he was eating breakfast, and the next time after that, when he was frowning about putting a table together.

“It wouldn’t be a big one,” Sehun said, biting her lip and waggling her hips. “And you could still feel me up.”

Groping her breasts was certainly not a deterrentt.

“I suppose once would be…” he started, and she smiled so fast that Jongin couldn’t even take the words back. But he had more conditions. “I want to be able to see you.”

“Sure,” Sehun said, still perked up. “Hey, you could ride me if you wanted.”

Maybe they’d…save that. Not that he was expecting it to happen again, because they hadn’t even tried it, and- But he did like her on top of him? So.

Sehun left him to his work, and he realized why after he’d finished.

There were straps. It wasn’t even on her yet, but there were straps, and some protrusion that was…blue? Sehun smirked at him, one leg dangling off the bed and swinging.

“I figured you’d like it better if it was a color not found in nature.”

Not better, exactly. It made it easier to think of it abstractly, maybe.

But he stopped thinking when Sehun pulled at the tie of her thigh-length robe, and Jongin got to see all the skin on display underneath it. He probably deserved the smirk she sent in his direction. But she definitely deserved the one he sent back at her. It wasn’t like he was going to be cool with everything, just because it was with her. But because it was with her? That was why he was even willing to try.

Though they didn’t leap right into it, half because of him, half because of her. It took him about twenty seconds to get naked, tugging Sehun up the bed with him and throwing aside her robe so there was nothing but her skin against his. She was demanding, passive, sometimes both at once which drove him crazy as he kissed her, stroked his hands over her.

“Want to come first?” he asked her, highly interested in the idea, and she shook her head.

But Sehun didn’t object when he started teasing her with his fingertips, feeling her wet for him. That was when she was most aggressive, fingers tight in her hair as he kissed from her shoulder across her collarbones, dipping his fingers into her as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

He’d have been willing to roll her right over, and make the bed shake until she was squealing with joy under him.

Instead - Sehun abandoned him. She backed away, her mouth red and skin wet because of his kisses. His fingers were cold and wet, and he frowned, watching her step into the strange straps and adjust it. There was some extra part he didn’t get. Something in her? He was too busy not letting his thighs tense up, and as it was when she leaned in and kissed his stomach, his breath exploded out of him.

He hoped she took pity on him, but there was just as much amusement in her eyes.

“You’ll like this part,” Sehun said, and licked a wet line up his flagging cock. Okay. Sure. Like Sehun’s mouth could fail to get him turned on, but he thought that was almost cheating even as he enjoyed her swirling tongue and the drag of her lips. He almost forgot what was happened, at least until her wet fingers started rubbing at him. And he liked that. He’d liked that every single time, and looked forward to it, until right then when it was a prelude to something totally unknown. But he forced himself to relax, enjoying her mouth and the fingers she was pressing into him. And he remembered it was supposed to feel good above anything else. That was the point. And that helped.

Her mouth was really pretty. He wanted to touch her hair. Her head rose, and Jongin’s thighs widened, and he watched with wide eyes while she got ready. It wasn’t like it was a surprise, or he wasn’t supposed to know. But she shimmied up his body, and kissed him, pulling back far enough so he could see - know.

There was a condom on the toy, and it all but glistened with lube, and when she put it right up against him- he tensed. And he inhaled. Maybe that wasn’t going to happen. They should get up. There’d be no way she could get it in.

“You always tell me to relax when you fuck me like this,” Sehun murmured, kissing his chin.

Oh. Oh, she’d saved her trump card for last in that one. But there was no glee on her face when he scowled at her, just faint concern as she examined his face.

If she could take it, so could he, he reasoned. Though she’d have stopped if he asked.

“Okay,” he said, and nearly choked on his own spit inhaling as the toy pressed into him. Definitely bigger than her fingers, but not to the point of pain. Weird. But not bad. He was glad he didn’t have a mirror as she got even more of it into him.

“Oh, okay,” he said again, and felt her giggle.

And oh, she was pretty, her hair all falling over her shoulder, lips still wet. His eyebrows rose as she pulled out a bit and pressed deeper, and realized he had a perfect view of her breasts and face. Good choices. He just needed to relax, and it’d be fine. It wasn’t going to last forever. Once he mostly relaxed, it actually almost tickled, sort of. He wasn’t sure what he’d been afraid of-

The moan leapt out of him as she wiggled the fake cock just right. Thicker, blunter, firmer than her fingers, he hadn’t realized when she moved it’d hit just. Just like that. It was like her fingers, only…sort of more. Sort of better.

“Yeah,” she said, grinning. And it was just short of her telling him she’d told him so.

Sehun was trying to find a rhythm, and he wasn’t going to stop her. He rolled his own hips, trying to find an angle that hit just right, that didn’t feel awkward. It kind of worked, as long as they were in sync.

“I like seeing you like this,” she teased. “This is way easier than riding you.”

Though she gave his cock a few strokes just to give him the full picture.

He moaned kind of brokenly, and clutched the sheets. Okay, so if she did that much more, he was sunk.

“Any pain?”

Jongin shook his head. “Just…different. Stretch? Not bad. Ugh.”

In the best of ways, as he watched her all but undulate. It was like some kind of dance, the fake cock sliding in, the wave of her body, her hand keeping him hard and into it. She leaned over him, her breasts swaying, captivating him for a long moment, until he cupped her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. Or three. Or four. At least, until he was gasping for air, forgetting the tightness of his hand because of the way she moved, the way she laughed at him with her eyes. He let her go, watching the glinting of her earrings as she moved, before she closed her eyes and moaned.

Sehun. Sehun above him, fucking him. Sehun, enjoying it.

“Gonna come?” he got out between panted breaths, grinning as she whimpered and wriggled. He’d seen it so many times, the way her breathing changed, the way her face tightened. He cupped her breasts, gently twisting her nipples the way he knew she liked as her breath stuttered. And her hips ground just a little harder into his as she came. She was moaning, her head rolling and he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. He could still get her off, even like this. And that was…That was really fucking cool.

But Jongin was the one moaning when her hips snapped, remembering what he was waiting for, too.

“Your turn,” she breathed, and he might’ve been scared, but he was too busy being turned on from the sight of her gripping his hips and fucking him.

Maybe he thought he’d have trouble staying hard. Maybe he thought he’d have trouble getting off. But he’d watched her come, was watching her as she worked to get him off. The orgasm was lurking like thunder, ready to roll when she let him. And that was the deal, something that was messing with him, something he always knew he’d liked. He loved her riding him, taking control, loved her sucking him. To give her that power. She could make him wait for hours if she wanted, if she decided.

He’d melt down before that. But he wasn’t above begging.

“Sehun, please.”

And it wasn’t to make it stop, it was to urge her to let him come, let him feel what she’d felt, let him-

Sehun kissed him, slow, lips curving as she braced herself.

“Okay,” she said, and echoed his earlier words.

There was determination on her face, as she tilted up his hips and fucked him. Her hips were brutal, the toy dragging against him as sounds came out of his throat that he’d never heard before. She want panting, her hand slick along his cock, too hot, too close. He was going to come. He was going to come because of-

Two more strokes of the toy inside him and he threw back his head and came. She kept stroking him and he groaned, so tight around the toy that he couldn’t stand it. And just when he thought he was through, his body seized again. He was wheezing by the time she pulled away from him, maybe the weirdest feeling out of everything, but he was too busy trying to feel all his fingers and toes to worry much.

“You look pretty when you come,” Sehun said, and she was still teasing when he was still trying to breathe.

He rolled his eyes at her, to imply she did too, and she took it as such, preening a bit as she poked his cheek and turned against him.

“It was maybe a little bit good?” Sehun asked.

Like she didn’t know. He groaned and bit at her shoulder. They’d revisit the idea of the next time some other time.

Still.

“Maybe a little.”

***

Prompt: Can you please write a really fluffy Kyuhyun/Suho drabble?

***

He wasn’t sure which he liked best. The quick and desperate,the long and drawn out until he was begging, or the slow and sweet. The last, sometimes he had a hard time looking Kyuhyun in the eye because he was just feeling too much. Kyuhyun teased him about it, the way he buried his face against Kyuhyun’s neck, clinging there as his thighs urged Kyuhyun’s shifting hips. He could only stare into such naked emotion so long, until he felt like he’d dissolve, breath sobbing out of him as Kyuhyun tugged back his head and kissed his throat, his chin, his mouth.

“Joonmyun,” Kyuhyun said between kisses, and Joonmyun clutched at Kyuhyun’s back even as his thighs trembled wide.

He couldn’t even speak, the rolling of their hips catching him hard between them. The moan left him, tremulous, when Kyuhyun lifted his hips and sent him tumbling effortlessly over the edge. Pleasure washed over him, and he drank in Kyuhyun’s moans. They stayed wrapped together, even warm and panting unwilling to let go. The touch was comfort, as he stroked along one of Kyuhyun’s arms.

“I love you,” he said, and that time it was Kyuhyun who had to duck his head.

***

Prompt: smut would you write a dom/sub relationship fic for me? >< I don't really mind the pairing just that jongin has to be the sub? ;u; (I'm sorry if this sounds a bit demanding!! >< ) thank you and have a lovely day!

***

They had a routine, one that suited both of them. It changed by the day but Jongin knew that when Jongdae gestured a certain way he should be ready. It was certainly no hardship to emerge from the bedroom to find Jongin naked and mostly hard by Jongdae’s favorite chair. Maybe he was turned on by the way Jongdae urged him, or by the anticipation of the act itself, but it didn’t matter. It ended up being the same in the end.

He wiggled down his short, and the spread of his thighs was invitation for Jongin to move between them. But he made no move to touch, not until Jongdae leaned down and rested his forehead against Jongin’s.

“Touch yourself while you suck me, but don’t come until I say so,” Jongdae whispered, and Jongin nodded immediately.

He watched Jongin lick his lips and sighed as those lips slid around him. It never got old, the warmth of Jongin’s mouth, the careful roll of his lips to protect Jongdae from his teeth. He got hard quick from Jongin’s sucking, the soft touches of his free hand. One shoulder moved, proof that Jongin was touching himself as Jongdae had said. They’d done it so many ways, once where Jongdae held both of Jongin’s wrists as he watched Jongin’s head bob.

But they both liked it like that. The more turned on Jongin was, the more urgent his mouth on Jongdae. Clever swirls of his tongue as he had to slow the strokes of his own hand to keep from spilling too early. Even the fact that he had to hold back excited Jongin, which then excited Jongdae. Not that getting Jongdae off meant that he got to come sooner. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

He stroked Jongin’s hair, encouragement, approval, and Jongdae swallowed around him. Jongdae wondered how anyone’s mouth could be that wet, like Jongdae was hungry for his come and waiting for it.

“Faster,” Jongdae said, feeling the urge rise, and Jongin moaned and complied. The movement of his hands went faster too. His hand on Jongin’s neck kept him steady and his hips lifted to meet Jongin’s mouth until the rhythm and slide and pull was too much and he moaned and tightened his hand on Jongin’s head and came in his sucking mouth.

Jongin did so try hard to swallow everything, but Jongdae made it hard when he pulled away, causing some to spill down his chin. He didn’t even mind, rubbing himself against Jongin’s mouth, red and slick, and enjoying the look of it as Jongin’s tongue came out to lick at him. He didn’t have the strength to make Jongin wait, not when he felt so satisfied. Not that day.

“Look at me. Look at me and come, Jongin. Come right now.”

Jongin’s eyes were so dark when they met his and a sound almost like a whine left him. He watched the desperation near to pain in Jongin’s eyes turn to rapture within a few strokes of his hand, and he came against the front o the chair with his eyes never wavering from Jongdae’s even as he moaned and stiffened.

They’d done well together. He kissed a smear of come from the corner of Jongin’s lips and Jongin smiled.

***

The only thing less subtle than Jongin bent over their purposely-tall footrest naked and hard, possibly might have been Jongin naked and kneeling by the door - which had happened but not that day. It was a sure way of knowing Jongin wanted to be fucked, and was begging for it. If that could have been more arousing, Jongdae wasn’t sure how. He’d had to turn Jongin down before because of exhaustion or sickness, but he had no excuses, no reason to deny either of them.

He dropped his belongings and walked forward, noting Jongin’s slick mouth, how he had braced himself for maximum arch of his back, showing off in a way he knew Jongdae liked. And he was hard, which rose his first question.

“Did you touch yourself?”

Jongin opened his mouth as though to deny it, and then thought better of it. “A little. Very little. Just enough to be hard for you.”

There was a certain amount of sense in that, since Jongin knew how much that Jongdae enjoyed seeing him erect. That was something he couldn’t just snap his fingers and order up - that was all Jongin, and what they had together. But the Jongin who met his eyes wasn’t the defiant Jongin, the one who was ready to argue that he hadn’t done anything wrong. Instead he seemed eager, watching for Jongdae’s reactions and waggling his hips back and forth to show off his nice, hard cock.

“What was the rule?” Jongdae asked.

“No touching myself,” Jongin repeated dutifully.

“And if you do?”

Jongin pouted slightly. “You get to choose a penalty like not letting me come or…maybe a swat.”

Jongin waggled his hips again as though trying to tell him which would be preferable. Jongdae considered it. It’d be a shame to put that erection to waste, and Jongin had been preparing himself for Jongdae.

Jongin jumped as Jongdae’s hand smacked against his backside. Enough to sting but not leave even any redness behind. And he did so again, four more times as Jongin cooed and swayed. Maybe it should’ve been unseemly for Jongin to enjoy it quite so much, but every sound Jongin made went straight to Jongdae’s cock.

That, and being able to feel just how slick Jongin was in preparation for Jongdae to fuck him.

“Tell me what you need,” Jongdae said, stroking the skin he’d so recently struck.

“For you to fuck me,” Jongin said.

“But what do you need?” Jongin insisted.

“Your cock,” Jongin whimpered.

That was better. He got his pants open, stroking himself with the lube Jongin had left nearby and surveying Jongin’s back, the lines of his body. He actually felt Jongin shiver when he knelt between Jongdae’s legs, and grinned as they widened in invitation. Jongin made a soft sound, just short of pleading, holding himself so still so that Jongdae could have anything he wanted.

Satisfied, Jongdae had exactly that - pressing his cock against Jongin and not letting up until he was inside, pulling back only far enough for the momentum to press further. Jongin moaned, his fingers balled up on the footrest. Jongin’s exhales were nearly moans themselves, every time Jongdae fucked into him, each exhale harsher than the last. Jongin arched his back and squeezed around him, and moaned when Jongdae stroked along his thighs.

“I like being welcomed home like this,” Jongdae said, and Jongin nodded.

He cupped Jongin’s hard cock, the length of it settling into his palm.

“Should I let you come after all?” Jongdae asked, as though there had been a doubt.

“Please. Please, please,” Jongin chanted.

“Please?”

“Please let me come. Please. I need you, Jongdae.”

Jongdae inhaled sharply. Jongin so rarely-

“You can come after I do,” Jongdae said, and felt Jongin shudder. So close already. So close, but Jongdae didn’t stop stroking Jongin’s cock as he kept fucking. He just put more focus on feeling good, on fucking just like that in a way that he could feel his control slipping. Jongin was moaning, utterly still with the effort of trying not to come.

But he made it,-barely. Jongdae had just shouted his orgasm, thrusting erratically as he came, when he felt Jongin come over his hand. So all he had to do was enjoy himself, closing his eyes and basking in it as Jongin moaned under him.

He slumped, satisfied, against Jongin’s back.

“Impressive,” Jongdae gusted.

He pressed a kiss to one of Jongin’s shoulder blades, and got a throaty chuckle in return. A very good way to be welcomed home.

***

Prompt: uh hai? :"3 may I ask for a royalty!au feat king luhan and his favourite concubine jongin? (smutty smut smut please?)

***

The room was warm, just enough to keep the chill out and for skin to be bared without worry. Lu Han kept it that way for his own benefit, because there was skin he liked seeing. When he chose his concubines, he always knew what to expect. Each was different, and each delighted him in different ways. Jongin, though. Jongin was special. Not that Lu Han tried to show it - but it naturally became obvious in the frequency he called Jongin to his bed. If the others showed their jealousy to Jongin, Jongin didn’t complain.

Jongin was kneeling by his bed, naked, eyes darkly lined and cock curved toward his belly. That was how Jongin liked to wait for him, and Lu Han’s body had no complained. He stroked his hand over Jongin’s hair, Jongin’s eyes closing briefly before focusing on Lu Han’s belt. And Jongin lips parted, ready to suck, to make Lu Han as hard as he was, and to ready him for anything Lu Han desired. He let Jongin suck at him for a while, moving his mouth along Lu Han’s cock like he was hungry for it.

But he wanted more, and he gripped Jongin’s head and took it. He was well pleased as he thrust into the velvet warmth of Jongin’s mouth. Jongin pulled at him with the sealing of his lips, teased him with his flickering tongue and soft moans. Jongin’s eyes were closed, letting Lu Han use him, just as he’d been trained. For a few brief moments, he thought of coming in Jongin’s mouth, or watching his come drip down Jongin’s face. He’d had both, he liked both. But that night he craved a show. When he pulled his cock from Jongin’s swollen lips, Jongin nearly followed before Lu Han tipped back his head. He waited, knowing after a moment Jongin would meet his eyes.

“Tonight, you ride,” Lu Han said, and Jongin’s eyes went knowing.

It was what Jongin was best at. Besides being flexible, he was strong, thighs slender and capable. After Jongin helped Lu Han from his robe, all Lu Han had to to was rest back and wait for Jongin to climb atop him. Jongin had been slick even before he’d walked in, so he parted his thighs and filled himself with Lu Han’s cock.

Jongin fucked with enthusiasm that was not easily learned, the roll of his hips and strain of his thighs as he took Lu Han deep, pulled away, only to repeat the motion. It was never boring to watch, Jongin’s face alternately full of concentration or serene on the edge of pleasure. Maybe after a while his thighs burned, but Lu Han could not tell it as Jongin rose and fell over him. He couldn’t tell it by Jongin’s cock either, bobbing with every movement of their bodies, proof Jongin wanted the fuck as much as Lu Han. That was not something so easily learned either. He wondered what went on Jongin’s head, if he thought of how much he liked coming to Lu Han’s bed, or if he thought of fucking someone else to drive his want.

It made Lu Han lift his hips hard, causing a stuttering moan as he caught Jongin unawares.

“Jongin.”

“Your majesty,” Jongin said, and they were the only words he had uttered. They pleased Lu Han, pleased him enough to reach for Jongin’s cock because if Jongin riding him pleased him, then how tight Jongin was when he was touched pleased him even more. He got a gasp for his effort, and Lu Han stroked his fingers along Jongin’s skin, feeling him harden even more, only twenty seconds until he was straining against Lu Han’s fingertips, begging him with the rhythm of his hips.

Jongin’s cock twitched against Lu Han’s fingers, breath harsh as he fucked himself on Lu Han’s cock and fought against the urges of his own body. There was a steady stream from the head of his cock and Lu Han ran a fingertip through it.

“You’re so close,” Lu Han said, and Jongin moaned. “You know what happens if you come on me. You’ll have to lick me clean, and next time, bend over and take your punishment before I fuck you.”

To some it would have been deterrent, but Jongin moaned, his cock throbbing in Lu Han’s stroking hand. It took only two more strokes, and he watched, eager as Jongin shook apart. And even then, he didn’t stop, his face a mask of concentration as he came over Lu Han’s belly, and yet still slammed himself down on Lu Han’s cock.

It kept all the pleasure building, from the smell of Jongin’s come, to the beauty of the lines of his body, to the quick rhythm of his hips. Lu Han took, but he was being taken too, by Jongin’s determination that Lu Han come quick and come hard. And when Lu Han gripped Jongin’s hips, thrust up his cock, and came in Jongin, that was only one of the reasons Jongin was his favorite. He moaned in ecstasy, fucking Jongin through his orgasm, Jongin still tight around him. It was only when he let go that Jongin knew he could pull away, and he rested back, pleased, as Jongin licked his belly and cock clean.

He liked that Jongin took his come away with him. He knew it would not be long before he called for Jongin again.

***

Prompt: may I ask for this: in an era where there's royalty and catboys, jongin is a catboy forced to marry the king (insert member of choice (Yixing)) and refuses to cooperate but eventually the king and him come to care for each other?

***

The last thing the kingdom needed was an angry consort. Jongin had had so many different plans in life, and none of them had included sitting on some throne beside a man he barely knew. It made his ears twitch in impatience, growling as the edges of his newly-granted crown grated against them. That in and of itself made his tail thrash because it was uncomfortable and he wanted to outside or eat or hide in a corner of his lavish bedroom.

It still made him gasp when Yixing covered his hand with his own. “Just a little while longer,” Yixing said, his lips barely moving.

Maybe the hand squeezing hard on his was supposed to be comfort, or maybe it was to distract him from his discomfort. He listened to the droning of Yixing’s council and did his best not to move.

***

The wedding night had been…not what Jongin had anticipated. He’d expected to be summoned like a platter of fruit would be, and he’d kneel or take to his back, whatever Yixing preferred. Instead, Yixing sent him a note indicated Yixing would be gone from the castle for the next three days and to let Yixing’s staff know if there was anything required - perhaps like a husband who wanted him. He had not been so much anticipating a wedding night as he’d expected it, mentally prepared for the eventuality of it. It was true, there would be no progeny out of the match, but most men of his acquaintance would have been eager to make use of a newly available body.

So instead of getting to learn whether he liked his husband’s body or not, or if he should dread even the thought of it, he got to be sulky instead. That didn’t change after Yixing’s return, and none of his cajoling could get Jongin from his black mood. Not promises of food, or trips, or games. Not even the gifts that Yixing brought back for Jongin that still sat in their cloth-wrapped boxes in the corner. He’d married into royalty, a high step for a man like him with ears and a tail. He should have been purring at someone’s side instead of rumbling curled in bed alone.

He would have not gone to sit beside Yixing’s throne as well had Yixing not put his foot down about it. Leaving off the crown, that argument he won, but sitting there he didn’t. He was bored and fretful, and all he could do was listen to Yixing speak to commoners and merchants.

And when it was over, Yixing didn’t let Jongin lock himself into his room so he could wait on his meal.

“They’re going to notice that you haven’t been to my bedroom,” Yixing said, the door closed behind him and his hand holding Jongin’s arm to keep him close.

Jongin shifted. “We hardly know each other.”

“And that won’t get better if you lock yourself away from me,” Yixing argued.

“I’m not the one who left on our wedding night.”

Yixing drew himself up straighter, frowning. “I did that for you. There would have been so much scrutiny that taking those days away took eyes off of you.”

“They pitied me,” Jongin said, his ears flattening. “That my husband, of all the cat people he could find, didn’t want me.”

“Wanted too much. It wasn’t just for them that-” Yixing bit his lower lip. “I had months to anticipate this marriage, but you didn’t.”

“I had no choice,” Jongin told him.

“Which is why I tried to give you as many after as I could. But I’d hoped that you would want to get to know me, want to make a marriage in truth. Think on it,” Yixing said, and left him.

He’d been petulant and he’d been angry, but it wasn’t possible to spend the rest of his life that way. It wasn’t usually his way, seeing to the heart of problems and doing what he could to correct it. It made him deflate in something like to shame. Yixing was right. They could not move forward if Jongin was intent on staying in the same place.

So he got himself up, and washed his face, and took himself down the hall to the king’s own chambers. No one stopped him from entering, and he did so with his head high. It was Yixing who looked up in surprise, seated at a low table and taking a meal. Jongin stalked to it, embarrassed, and laid his prize in the middle of it.

“This is my favorite game,” he said. “It’s strategy. But I can’t play on my own.”

It took three of their hands to get the case open, but Yixing touched the rectangular and circular pieces with interest. And he looked up to Jongin without scolding him for staying standing while the king sat.

“Will you teach me?”

Jongin sat, his tail curled around himself. Some games could take hours, others only minutes, depending on the rules. He started easy, showing Yixing the intricacies of the pieces and guiding him when he forgot. Jongin still won the first five games, but Yixing almost, almost caught him once.

“This makes my brain hurt after a while,” Yixing laughed, his dimple flashing as he grinned across the table at Jongin.

And for whatever silly reason, Jongin blushed - and purred.

It wasn’t even a subtle purr, a little rumble, but one that had him rocking forward to hide his face as he made his next move. When Yixing’s hand covered his, Jongin didn’t get angry or feel interrupted. And he didn’t feel encroached upon when Yixing rose and sat beside him, guiding Jongin in until he could press his nose against Yixing’s neck.

Ah, his husband. They were gentle hands, the ones that stroked along his ears and hair, a hushed voice that softly said his name. He breathed, and purred, and listened to Yixing speak of fairer days, and found himself very content.

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